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Mistresses of the Hidden Craft

Copyright© 2025 by Saakael

Chapter 3

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - “BDSM: A sacred discipline of witchcraft, where power, restraint, and sensation are shaped into ritual and mastery. Conceived by witches; later stolen and crudely imitated by humans.” — Lexicon of Magical Arts, Vol. I Witches don’t play with BDSM. They perfect it. At Kael Manor, every ritual fuses dominance and devotion; every restraint is a lesson, every shiver a step toward power. And once you’re caught in their world… escape isn’t really the point.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Magic   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Spanking  

“A fairy’s devotion is unshakable. A fairy’s competence ... less so.”

common saying among witches

April 16, 2025 -- Kael Family Manor (Irish countryside) -- 9:20 a.m.

The second floor of the Kael manor was bathed in the morning sunlight, giving Lady Isobel Fairmont’s chamber a look far less intimidating than usual.

Intimidating was perhaps too strong a word, at least for someone like Isobel, full of fantasies of every kind. Still, a room at the very top of a witch’s manor (there was no “highest tower,” unfortunately), furnished with nothing but a large comfortable bed whose headboard had been specially designed to secure pairs of cuffs, a wardrobe filled mostly with enticing outfits and BDSM tools, and centuries-old paintings of young women being “tortured” was enough to ... unsettle any ordinary resident.

Fortunately for her, Isobel was anything but ordinary.

At that moment, she felt more like laughing than trembling in dread. In fact, no -- she was already laughing, her laughter spilling into the room despite the so-called “gag” that the three fairies, Solution, Nove, and Enfy, had placed on her.

Before leaving the manor, Selene had charged them with a very specific task: to “make sure the damsel in distress was not too comfortable” during her absence.

The strip of gray adhesive tape that Nove had pressed over her mouth, straight out of a Hollywood movie, was of course entirely useless.

The same went for her bondage.

After more than four months in Selene’s hands, finding herself “tied up” with her hands in front of her using a jump rope (in a manor equipped with a full BDSM arsenal, no less), and a second jump rope looped around her torso to “bind” her to a chair, was not merely ridiculous.

It was downright comical.

Facing her stood Solution, Enfy, and Nove, dressed in their usual outfits -- the kind of ensembles meant to imitate French maids (imitating being the key word, since they always managed to forget one part of the outfit, or get some detail wrong).

Arms crossed, the three of them regarded Isobel with a doubtful expression.

“Something’s not right,” Enfy remarked, her brows furrowed.

“Yes,” Nove agreed. “The prisoner looks far too ... happy.”

“She’s always ‘happy,’” Solution replied, a little defensive -- which was only fair, since she had been the one mainly responsible for the so-called bondage. “She just usually pretends the opposite.”

Isobel gave a muffled little laugh behind the tape and managed to get out, clear enough to be understood:

“Mmmph ... you three really think this will stop me?”

The fairies stared at her, then slowly turned to look at one another.

“Solution, I don’t understand. When our mighty Mistress gags her prisoner, she can’t speak at all!” Enfy said, turning to her sister with a disapproving look.

“Well, excuse me for not being as skilled as our wonderful Mistress,” Solution snapped.

“That’s true!” Nove agreed eagerly. “She’s so majestic, so powerful ... Our poor sister could never compete.”

Solution turned her head back toward Isobel--only to see, with dismay, the auburn-haired young woman lift her bound hands to her face and peel the strip of tape from her mouth.

“She--she’s freeing herself!” Enfy yelped, shooting a desperate look at Solution as if urging her to act.

“I--We need more jump ropes!” Solution blurted out, clearly at a loss for a better idea.

“Yes!” Nove agreed eagerly. “Lots of jump ropes--we’ll truss her up like a roast!”

“Wait!” Isobel snapped, her tone sharp enough to halt the three fairies mid-scan of the room for nonexistent jump ropes. “That is not how one ‘cares for’ a damsel in distress.”

The sisters exchanged quick, uneasy glances before turning back to her with suspicion written all over their tiny faces.

“And what would you know about it?” Solution demanded, bristling, stung that their Mistress’s prisoner had managed to criticize both her gag and her grand plan in under a minute.

“Don’t listen to her!” Nove cried. “This is a prisoner’s trick--she’s trying to deceive us, so she can escape the manor of our magnificent Mistress!”

Isobel rolled her eyes. “What I want is not to be trussed up like a Sunday roast by three well-meaning amateurs who’ll end up hurting me more than binding me.”

The three fairies exchanged a look, suspicion and uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

“We cannot trust the prisoner,” Nove insisted, pointing an accusing finger at Isobel. “She is trying to trick us.”

Solution and Enfy nodded in agreement.

Isobel couldn’t help but smile, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug.

“As you wish, girls,” she said innocently. “But I do know this--if Selene were to return and find me injured, she would be furious. On the other hand, if she found me properly restrained, she would no doubt be very proud of you.”

The three fairies exchanged another look, even more bewildered than before. The idea of making their Mistress proud was tempting indeed ... especially given the blunders they committed on a near-daily basis.

Isobel, sensing their hesitation, leaned into the moment.

“And really--do you think I, a mere little human, could possibly escape the manor of the great and mighty Selene Kael? Even if I somehow managed to slip outside, she’d snatch me up by the scruff and drag me back to my captivity before I’d taken three steps.”

She let the words hang in the air, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

Nove gasped, clutching her hands to her chest.

“She’s right! Our magnificent Mistress would never let such a pitiful mortal slip away--not in a thousand years!”

“Of course not!” Enfy added, nodding furiously. “Mistress sees everything, knows everything, stops everything. No one can defy her power!”

Even Solution, though still sulking, muttered reluctantly:

“ ... I suppose she does have a point.”

After a few seconds, Enfy spoke up again.

“So what do you propose, then? And don’t try to trick us--we’re far cleverer than we look.”

Isobel suppressed a smile, knowing she had already nudged them more than a little. But in truth, she had no intention of escaping. There were still far too many ... interesting things to experience with Selene to ever want to leave.

“I propose to explain how to properly tie me up and gag me,” the young aristocrat replied smoothly. “For my own safety, of course.”

This time, the three fairies did not simply glance at each other--they stepped back and gathered into a little circle to confer in hurried whispers.

Isobel couldn’t make out the details, but she caught vague snippets like “magnificent Mistress,” “wicked prisoner,” and other such phrases.

After about a minute, the fairies turned back toward her.

“We accept your proposal,” Solution declared.

“But the marvelous Mistress must never know of this arrangement,” Nove added gravely. “The praise, the recognition, the honors--they must all come to us alone.”

Isobel had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Their devotion to Selene bordered on the ridiculous, yet it also made them remarkably easy to steer. She tilted her head, letting a hint of mock solemnity soften her voice.

“Of course,” she said smoothly. “All the credit will be yours to claim. I wouldn’t dream of taking it from you.”

The three fairies stepped toward the chair where Isobel was still “bound”--or rather, where she had agreed to remain, given the quality of the bondage.

“What do we do, then?” Enfy asked.

Isobel turned her head toward the wardrobe in the room.

“You could start by using the real tools in there,” she said, pointing at it with her tied hands.

Solution shook her head violently. “We cannot touch the arsenal of the great Mistress!”

The two others nodded just as vigorously, making Isobel raise her brows.

“I don’t understand. How does Selene expect you to look after me if you can’t use the manor’s tools?” she asked, puzzled.

Thinking back, she remembered that Lunea--who was, for once, reasonably competent with knots and had been tasked with “taking care of her” two or three times--had always brought along her own simple restraints, scarves and ropes rather than relying on the manor’s arsenal.

“Not ‘Selene’--Mistress!” Nove corrected, crossing her arms in protest.

“The Mistress doesn’t have time for silly questions,” Solution declared firmly, puffing out her chest. “She gave us a mission, and it is our sacred duty to complete it without troubling her with ... technical details.”

Isobel rolled her eyes. The fairies’ worship of Selene was both amusing and exasperating. She had learned in four months that their devotion bordered on fanatic, and yet it still managed to surprise her.

Her gaze drifted to the roll of gray tape lying on the bed -- the same one Nove had used for her “gag” earlier.

 
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