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Warehouse Mistress	By : passiveaggressor Category: S through Z > Warehouse 13 Views: 12665 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 or its characters. This is purely a work of my overactive mind and I make no money from it.

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Kate arrived home late that night after a long day at work. She looked at the mail on her floor and saw among the bills and letters; a package. She picked it up and read the label and saw it was from Pete. Her mind began to drift and she began to fantasize over what could be inside. Maybe bracelets, or a necklace, maybe even a ring. Kate turned the package over and found a card in Pete�s handwriting taped to the back.

The card read, Dear Kate, I�ve thought long and hard about our time together and I realized they were the happiest of my life. With this came another realization... It was that I love you Kate Logan. This is a little token of my love... I hope you like it. With love, Pete.
She sighed softly and set it down on the coffee table before walking towards her bathroom with a shower in mind; kicking off her shoes and tossing her jacket over a nearby chair as she went.
The bathroom was large and well maintained and Kate smiled as she stepped in front of the mirror after turning on the shower. She gazed at herself in the mirror and winked as she began to unbutton her shirt. She let the shirt fall to the ground and reached behind her back to unclasp the lacy black bra she had been wearing all day in secret.
�God what would my colleagues think if they knew I was wearing this all day?� she asked aloud as she tossed the bra into the laundry basket.
Kate cupped her breasts and squeezed gently; her soft moan echoing in the tiled room as she kneaded her breasts before an invisible audience. She let out a low moan as her hands drifted down and undid her belt. She gyrated her hips as her pants slipped from her hips to fall to her ankles. She kicked them away and stood before the mirror clad only in a pair of black lacy panties.
She slid a hand down her front and began to caress her wet mound through the thin silk of her panties. A moan of pleasure slipped from her lips as she brought her other hand up to cup her breast. She squeezed and kneaded the supple flesh as she slid a finger down her damp panties and into her juicy pussy. Her mind drifted and she pretended it was Pete caressing her breast and tugging her nipple. It was Pete�s finger sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
�Oh, Pete...� she moaned as she slipped another finger into her wet hole and pumped her fingers faster.
She picked up the pace and let her head fall back as the sensations combined with her fantasies washed over her. Kate�s moans increased as she sped up the finger fucking.

�Mmmh...Aaahh...Oh..Pete!� she screamed in pure ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her; the raw pleasure ripping through her body as she came.
Kate panted and slumped on the toilet seat. She slid her fingers from her pussy and licked her fingers clean of her juices before slipping out of her panties and slipping into the now warm shower.
A sigh of contentment echoed through the living room as Kate stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel as she brushed her hair. She sat on the couch and continued to brush out her silken locks. Her eyes strayed to the package and her free hand drifted down to her breast.
She let the towel fall away and began to squeeze her breast fantasizing it was Pete�s hand squeezing her so lovingly. Her mind wandered and her right hand lowered the brush to the couch before sliding between her legs to caress her inner thighs.
Kate�s eyes opened and she saw the package sitting on the table. She smiled and picked it up, turning it over in her hands. She removed the brown paper from the box and opened it.

Quick as a flash a gray bandage shot from the box and wrapped around her wrist. Kate yelped and pulled her wrist back as the bandage wound around her wrist before snaking up her arm. She struggled as the bandage wound around her arms pulling them behind her and tightening until her shoulders were inches from touching. The bandage ends trailed down to her ankles and wrapped around them pulling them towards her bound wrists and forcing her to her knees as the binds wound around her legs binding her ankles to her thighs. The binds wound up her torso and up her neck stopping just under her chin.
Kate�s brief struggle against the swarming bandage wrapping were to no avail and she was now tightly bound and more aroused than she had ever been in her life. The tight bandages squeezed her breasts and hugged her entire body like a second skin. It was then she noticed the stray bandage end snaking between her legs.
Her eyes widened and she began to struggle fiercely as the trailing end wrapped around her wrists before pulling tight. Kate closed her eyes tightly and let out a long moan of pleasure as the strip of cloth dug into her sensitive mound the silky bandage rubbing her clit. She struggled more but now it was not for escape from the insidious bandages but for release from the sensations the bindings forced upon her. In her state of pleasure she did not notice the figure that opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside...
The figure closed the door quietly and walked across the carpeted floor towards the bound woman. Kate opened her eyes and saw a pair of heeled boots.
�W-wha?� said Kate following the boots up a pair of sexy female legs encased in a pair of tight leather pants and up a toned stomach and a pair of breasts covered by a blouse to alight on the smiling face of H.G. Wells. She let out a sigh of relief, �Oh thank goodness you�re here! Please find something to cut these bandages!� she said tugging at her wrists which caused the crotch bandage to rub her core eliciting a stifled moan from her.
H.G. just smiled and knelt next to her letting her eyes roam over her bound form, �I�m not sure, it seems like you�re really enjoying your predicament. I bet it�s better than those self-bondage lessons you�ve been using. All you�re missing is a gag...� said H.G. as she pulled a familiar bright red ball-gag from her belt. �Open up,� she said cupping the bound woman�s chin.
Kate�s eyes widened in shock at the sight of the gag and she shut her lips tight, shaking her head in complete refusal. H.G. just pursed her lips and began to stroke the wrapped woman�s wet and covered cunt with her index finger listening to the stifled sounds of pleasure coming from the bound beauty as she tried to keep her mouth shut and the ball-gag from her mouth.

Kate moaned through tightly shut lips and struggled against the tight bandages as the strange woman continued to stroke and caress her hot mound through the now-soaked wrappings covering it. The poor woman was bound securely with bandages hugging her every curve. Her binds rubbed and squeezed her naked flesh every time she moved.
Every move she made caused specific binds to rub her in spots she had often caressed in this very room no less. Her lovers and there had been a few aside from Pete had touched her with varying levels of skill. But not a single one had been able to rub all at once. It was torture, it was overwhelming, and she was loving every second of this fantasy she had never even dreamed of in her wildest flights of fancy.
Then there was the hand of that woman, it seemed to be everywhere at once. The woman�s hand seemed to be at just the right place to make her squirm intensely every time. One moment it might be stroking along her outer lips. The next moment it would be caressing her clit or tracing slow circles over her inner lips.
The devious warehouse agent continued her teasing as Kate felt her desire and arousal increase to the breaking point. Suddenly she felt the woman tug at her binds forcing them hard into her now incredibly sensitive pussy.
Kate�s mouth opened in a primal howl of pleasure as the sheer pleasure of the tight binds and teasing fingers combined to send her into a frenzy of lust. Her cries of ecstasy were cut off as H.G. pushed the gag home and buckled the leather straps. Kate mewled and writhed as the sheer force of the pleasure and the dominating woman�s ministrations left her in a state of bliss.
H.G. smiled as a haze of pleasure settled across Kate�s face. The warehouse agent reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and a small bottle made of brown glass. She opened the bottle and soaked the kerchief with the liquid in the bottle.
Kate�s eyes opened slightly as the smell of chloroform cut through the haze of lust that had clouded her mind. H.G. smiled and pressed the cloth to Kate�s face as the bound woman began to struggle again. Her struggles were ultimately to no avail and Kate slid slowly into unconsciousness.
�Sleep my dear,� whispered H.G. as she slid her fingers across the soaked bandages and licked her wet fingers. �It�s going to be a long night for both of us...�
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