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Binding and gagging spoiled rich girls? I could get behind this.
Adriana thought as she waited outside of Nala’s bedroom next to Balal.
The man straightened his jacket, shot Adriana a glance, and then stared back at the door.
The muscular Brazilian had caught him shooting looks her way since she walked in, and couldn’t help but wonder if he was getting off on this whole thing.
“Don’t worry, if she tries anything I’ll just administer another punishment.” Adriana reassured him and paced across the room.
“It’s been too long.” His gaze was laser focused on the door.
Adriana walked over to a large suitcase that lay open on a table and picked up a cat o’nine tails.
“Maybe this will make her think twice.” Adriana twirled the instrument of pain and punishment in her hand.
Balal looked at her, sighed, and then looked back at the door.
“Perhaps I should go in.” He sighed.
“Where is she going to go?” Adriana tried to reassure the nervous man.
“Maybe you should go in just to check.” He began to pace.
“Look, if she tries anything, I’ll make her regret it. That’s what you hired me to do.” She sat on one of the luxurious couches and smiled at the man.
“I also hired you to not let her out of your sight.” He spat, wringing his fingers.
“You also said that I should teach her discipline, and for that she needs to learn autonomy. I did like that special forces line though.” Adriana laughed.
When Balal had contacted her, she figured he was another rich guy from overseas looking for a night of fun.
She made a lot of money from out of town clients, so there was nothing out of the ordinary when he asked her to meet at his hotel room.
In her years as a dominatrix, Adriana had seen plenty of luxurious hotel rooms, but this one was the nicest she had ever been in.
It took all of her self control for her jaw not to drop when she walked in for the first time.
Judging from the material of Balal’s suit, and the hotel room, she guessed that he came from some serious money.
When they first met his manner was that of a nervous child, which she was also used to.
A lot of her out of town clients had never had sessions with dommes before, and many were married and nervous about sneaking around behind their wive’s backs while on business trips.
Of course she did her best to put him at ease, but then he stammered that the services he was requesting were not for him.
Once again she thought nothing of that. Some richer clients had their assistants set up their sessions, but then Balal told her that he had a rather unique offer for her.
“Oh I’m sure.” She laughed.
Adriana had been in the domination business long enough that nothing really fazed her, but she had to give it to Balal, because she had never heard anything like what he was about to say.
He explained to her that he represented the royal family of some country called Muzzaria, escorting the princess on a diplomatic goodwill tour.
Balal then showed Adriana paparazzi photos of the princess at the beach in various revealing bikinis.
As she looked at the photos, Adriana realized she did recognize the girl, she had seen her image on several gossip websites and social media pages.
Adriana had vaguely heard of the country of Muzzaria but that was about the extent of her knowledge.
At first she suspected that the Muzzarian princess was kinky, and wanted her own personal dominatrix to follow her around or something. Adriana beamed at the thought of being the royal dominatrix, but what Balal was looking for was a little bit different.
Apparently the king of Muzzaria and the rest of the royal family were not thrilled with the way the princess was conducting herself on the trip. In the old days of Muzzaria, such a woman would be placed in bondage or some sort of kinky punishment until she learned how to behave.
“Your highness is looking to move past the old ways of Muzzaria, but when it comes to the princess… He isn’t sure how else to make her behave.” Balal explained, his tone like a parent of a misbehaving child.
They were offering Adriana money, a lot of money, a sum beyond her wildest dreams, to accompany them on the rest of their goodwill tour, and administer various punishments and humiliations to the princess in private should she continue to conduct herself in a way “unbecoming of the royal family.”
At first Adriana hesitated, after all, the princess was not a willing participant in this, but the sum of money they were offering, and the chance to travel the world, seemed too good to pass up.
Balal explained that he had researched several dommes but that Adriana had come highly recommended especially as far as being discreet, and that there was a chance that if the princess’s behavior did not improve that Adriana could return to Muzzaria with them to serve on the royal court.
She took a day to think over the offer before officially accepting it. It was too good to pass up.
The official story that they would tell everyone, including the princess, was that Adriana was the bodyguard, but in private, she would administer kinky discipline to Nala.
The dominatrix had cart blanche but with two exceptions: nothing in public, and that she could not leave physical marks on Nala.
Now, as she waited outside of the bedroom, Adriana found that she couldn’t wait to tie up Nala again.
It sent a thrill through her to punish and humiliate a spoiled brat like the princess.
Even better, it seemed that Nala was going to be stubborn, which meant plenty more bondage play time in the future.
She leaned back on the couch, eyes on the bedroom door, as Balal continued to pace.
“Please, relax, you’re making me nervous.” Adriana sighed at the man.
“I tell you it’s been too long, she’s up to something.” He blurted.
“Fine, if I go in will you calm down?” Adriana stood up.
“Yes, just tell her to hurry up.” Balal seemed relieved.
Adriana marched towards the door. As much as she was looking forward to getting to tie and gag a princess whenever she wanted, dealing with a bundle of nerves like Balal was not something she was looking forward to.
Maybe I’ll tie him up too if he annoys me. Adriana smiled, gripped the door knob, and stepped into the bedroom.
“Okay Princess, let’s hurry it up here…” Adriana began, then her jaw dropped.
The bedroom was completely empty. The closet was open, with several outfits on hangers moved or lying on the floor, telling her that Nala had indeed been going through her outfits.
The bed was completely bare, and a rope of the bedsheets was secured around one of the four bedposts and leading to an open window where the warm, Miami breeze blasted in like an unwelcome house guest.
The Princess had escaped her tower.