GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 006
- BETTY'S TRAVELS -
Chapters 1 and 2 - By GreyRose
Chapters 3 to 6 - By Geetwo
The wipers beat double time to push the rain aside as Betty peered through the windshield trying to find her way. Not for the first time she regretted taking that turn off, but she had been sure that was the one that would get her to that gas station. The noise under the hood was getting worse and worse and she had less and less hope of finding a phone let alone someplace to get help with her car.
When the engine finally gave out Betty was able to get it over to the curb. Looking out the windows all she could see through the rain were deserted streets and buildings that went into the clouds.
'Wait, is that a light..? Yes! Somebody's still open!' Betty thought to herself.
Gathering up her purse and coat, she jumped out and ran for the store. Before she managed 10 steps, she was soaked to the skin. By the time she reached the door, a block away, water oozed out of her clothes. The door chimed as she entered. Intent on leaving as much water outside as possible, it was the voice that caused her to look up. Betty froze. Before her was the most bizarre figure she had ever seen. The figure, a woman's, was gleaming red, white, and black, suspended with arms and legs spread wide apart by chrome chains. Betty traced the shiny chain from the ceiling and floor to the wrists and ankles, attached to thick black cuffs. On the wrists were thin red latex gloves that went to the elbow. The feet up to the knee were covered in red latex boots, but what boots!
These must have come from a dancer's nightmare, all toe and heels at least 9 inches long! From there the arms and legs were covered in pure white latex that looked sprayed on. About the waist was a crushingly tight red latex corset, the boning outlined in black. Above this the swell of her chest and nipples strained the white material, topped by the collar. The collar was a smaller version of the corset, red and black latex, holding the head up and rigid. But it was the head that held Betty's fascination. There were features under the white latex, but none could be seen since the material covered all.
Betty did not know how long she stared, but it was the voice that broke her daze.
" I said, can I help you?" Betty turned and was again lost, stunned by what she saw. The woman talking to her was wearing a black latex bustier that left her midriff bare, a red collar with spikes, cuffs to match, and gloves that ran all the way to her shoulder. Her lower parts were hidden behind the counter, but the woman towered over Betty's 5'8". Her blond hair pulled up in an elegant style.
"Wha ... Oh yes! Can I use your phone? My car died just down the street." Betty replied.
The woman's eyes opened wide.
"I'm sure the story of how you broke down in this area is a long one." She said smiling and placing the phone and yellow pages on the counter, "Here's the phone. Let me take your coat before you drip all over the book."
Coming around the counter Betty could now see that below her waist the woman was wearing a long red latex skirt that split at the waist exposing a spike studded crotch framed by black boots that rose to the top of her thighs, with lacing that matched the skirt. The boots had heels that must have been six inches long.
As Betty started calling tow truck services the woman took her dripping coat into the back. She returned with a large towel and draped it over Betty's shoulders. Betty tried a number of places and was told by each that due to the weather there would be at least a three to four hour wait. While she listened to Betty's futile calls, the woman took a mop and dried the floor.
Time after time Betty was put on hold and had time to look over the store she was in. Everywhere there was latex of every shape and form. There were straps in all colours and sizes and in tangles that made it impossible to guess what they were for. And there were clothes! Lingerie that was much the same as what she had modelled for stores back home, except for the material. Then there was everything else: corsets, boots, gloves, and skin tight cat suits like the hanging figure wore. And, there was lots more that Betty would not even try to describe. She had always enjoyed dressing for pleasure, but had never even imagined anything like this! To herself she did admit that wearing such things as these could very easily be a pleasure and on top of all the excitement she felt for the clothes, there was the bondage ... stuff. Betty could see a display that had a wide selection of locks, many sizes and shapes for all kinds of strange places and purposes. She'd never been more than lightly bound in some games with lovers and had enjoyed them, but this was a dimension never even imagined. Her musings were interrupted by the woman.
"No, they all say that it will be after midnight before they will have time to come out this way," Betty replied, suppressing a shiver. Frowning, the woman spoke.
"Well if it's going to be that long we need to get you out of those wet clothes. Come into the back, there's a better place for you to drip on than my good floor!"
As they went Betty saw a bathroom with a shower, where her coat already hung.
"Sometimes, after a fitting, a shower is needed to clean off. Here's another towel. Hang your clothes up in there and I'll get something for you to wear."
Betty gladly removed all her wet clothing, and by the time she had her hair wrapped, the woman was back with a red and slithery draped garment over her left arm.
"By the way my name is Nikita, Mistress Nikita." she said, holding out the garment. Betty could see that it was a full length ... something.
"Hello. I'm Betty."
As Nikita held it open, Betty put her feet in through the zipper that ran up the back, from around her mid thigh all the way to the top of a high collar. She noticed that the sleeves had built-in gloves and that the bottom was closed off. As she seated her hands and adjusted the front, Nikita started zipping it closed and it was then that the tightness, forcing her thighs tightly together and continuing up over her hips, slimming her waist and emphasising her bust, became so noticeable. It so felt like being wrapped from head to toe in a lovers embrace, she almost moaned with delight.
"Well, when you first came in, you looked like something even the proverbial cat would throw out, but you do clean up fine!"
Nikita moved over to a mirror and adjusted it so that Betty could see herself. Whoever it was in the mirror was stunning! Betty knew she looked good, but in this gown, she could make most men come in their pants without even trying. She let her hair down, no longer dripping, and saw how her dark tresses were well matched by the red of the gown. She tried a couple of glamour poses, but as she started a step, she was caught short by the closed off bottom. Nikita caught her and the two of them laughed.
"Careful! Walking in a hobble skirt is an art."
"Now you tell me!" chuckled Betty. She tried another step, then another quickly getting her balance and stride. As she became more comfortable, she felt the arousing properties of the latex and the tightness of the gown more and more . Her breathing deepened and her nipples became hard knots pushing against the tightly stretched latex. Her practised eye taking in all the details, Mistress Nikita spoke again.
"Hmm how do I know that your not going to go dashing out the door with my expensive inventory?"
When Betty turned, she saw a mischievous grin on the lips of the other woman. Suddenly feeling like going along with whatever else this evening brought to her, Betty smiled back.
"And what do you think you could do to stop me?" she challenged. "Do you think to put me where that other woman is hanging?"
Glancing to the front area, Mistress Nikita chuckled.
"No nothing so elaborate ... yet. Just something to keep you from grabbing things you shouldn't."
She then sauntered over to a wide belt with some wider pieces on it, all black with numerous silver buckles. Betty started to follow and met Nikita part way. Nikita stood behind Betty and reached around her waist and buckled 3 small straps, closing the belt tightly. She next pulled Betty's arms behind her body and wrapped the fingers of each hand around the other arms elbow. Betty felt the wider bands being wrapped and strapped over her forearms so that in just seconds her hands were completely useless and her breasts were thrust further out than she felt they ever needed to be. First with a twist of the wrist, going on up the arm and finally the shoulders, Betty tested her predicament. As she did, the latex slid and slithered over her breasts, exciting her nipples to levels she had never felt before!
"Hey no fair! I was just getting the hang of walking and you do this." Betty grumped playfully as she struggled.
"You'll do fine." Mistress Nikita, smiled back. "You learned how to do it with arms so fast, I doubt that this will present any problems for you. Now, stay out of mischief while I go make some calls."
With that Nikita strode to the front counter, leaving Betty to inch her way around the store as best she could. As she made her slow way, she questioned her actions since she stepped into the store. She was acting like she was drunk! She decided that it must be the stress of leaving her home town, the long drive, the rain and finally the breakdown itself. After all that she had suddenly been presented with something exotic and new, something to have fun with. Maybe the last bit of fun for quite a while, depending on how fast she could find a job. Suddenly Mistress Nikita's voice rose.
"But you were ... Oh no! Not you too! This storm is ...."
As Betty moved to the far side of the suspended woman, Nikita's conversation regained its privacy. Buzzing from all of the excitement, Betty took a close look at the midair 'display'. She was fascinated by the tightness of the material and the idea of reducing a grown woman, a person, to an immobile thing. Just as she was realising that the figure was not breathing, Nikita spoke from behind her.
"Do you like it? I try to put something artistic here. I think it gives the shop a better feel than just another display stand."
Betty was startled and tried to flail her arms to regain her balance, but their lack threw her further off balance. Mistress Nikita caught her, and helped Betty regain her balance.
"God you startled me! Wait, she's not breathing! We've got to do something!" Betty exclaimed.
"Hold on. Hold on. Relax, you should be more worried if she did start breathing. This is a mannequin. I use her when I can't get a live model to pose here." Mistress Nikita explained.
"Oh, I had just realised that I could not see where she was getting air to breath and I could not see any movement at all. Then I guess I started to think how helpless I ..." Betty blushed with embarrassment.
"No," Mistress Nikita said shaking her head, "anyone I put in that kind of bind will get a lot more attention than Monique's been getting today. Besides, there are holes for breathing through the nose, it's just with this lighting you almost have to be in her nose to see them." She looked at Betty for a long moment, thinking, then spoke again.
"Betty, I need to ask you something. I have been expecting one of my models to arrive, and I've finally talked with her. You're not the only one this weather has stopped." She sighed. "I have a big client coming in later, and the model was supposed to help me demonstrate some clothing and accessories. Without her I might still make the sale, but having someone to actually try things out on would make the customer much happier. I've noticed that you move very well, and that you have the looks to be a model
" Do you think that I could talk you into doing this for me?"
Betty had been feeling apprehensive during that long searching look. But as Nikita went on she could feel her excitement and interest rising. A sudden case of wariness struck her as she suddenly realised exactly how helpless she was before this powerful woman. If Mistress Nikita decided that Betty was going to help, there was nothing she would be able to do to change that. Shaking off a feeling of foreboding, Betty thought about the offer.
"I'm not sure what it is that you need me to do, and I do have to worry about my car."
"Well as for what you would do, think of yourself as a Barbie doll and the customer or myself get to play dress up with you. You just do or wear, or stand or bend, or whatever it is we tell you to do. As for your car ... Hmmm. Well, how about this? I was going to offer you the same pay that Bobby, the girl that was supposed to be here, was going to be paid, and I'll throw in a place to stay for the next week.
"If you work out tonight, maybe we can arrange for you to do some more modelling. If I don't need it I know of numbers of people that could offer you something. I don't think that I can offer much more than that."
Betty thought it over. Tonight would probably be at least a couple of hours, and at even normal modelling pay, that would go a long way, and throwing in a place to stay so she could wait till tomorrow to deal with the car sounded even better. The offer of money now and the savings of not having to pay for a place to sleep for a week were really enticing, but it was the smell of the latex that decided the matter. The aroma so totally filled the store that it was hard to realise what it was. But having worn the gown long enough for her body to warm it up, the warm, spicy scent had got her head spinning. The thought of trying on more and different things of this exotic, erotic pleasure stuff brought out a shiver of anticipation.
"I'm probably certifiable for agreeing, but I'll do it. What do I need to do to get ready?"
A look of relief swept over Mistress Nikita's face.
"Well first we make sure that you understand that everything in this store relates in some way to sex. Stimulation, pleasure, gratification, anything and every part of the body is involved."
Betty nodded her in understanding.
"If you have any problems with your body being seen or handled by a man that you have never met, then we stop right now. If you are claustrophobic or have any other issues that I need to know about tell me now. If you have any problem with my touching your pussy or ass, tell me now." With each statement Betty indicated for Nikita to continue but was feeling more and more swept away by Mistress Nikita's growing air of command. "Fine then, what we do is get you changed and then straighten the store up."
As she said this Nikita led Betty toward the back and as she took Betty out of the belt and gown, she started telling her about the store and its products.
"This store sells latex almost exclusively. While I can get almost any leather item wanted, I don't carry them. I design and create my own garments and bondage equipment and have been open for almost a year now. A major payment is due to my backer and so I desperately need this contract tonight. The customer is the master of a large dungeon, and is looking to make me his primary supplier of latex gear. If I get his check tonight, I'll be in time to avoid a rather stringent penalty for late payment to my backer."
As Mistress Nikita continued to tell Betty about the store and what was going to happen, she dressed her new model. First came a white latex corset that ran from her hips to a partial lift for her 38C breasts. The bra portion lifted them into proud round globes of enticing flesh, but then Nikita attached the laces to a winch and went off to gather the remaining items. Upon returning with it, Nikita started and stopped the winch then handed Betty a pair of gloves.
"Take some deep breaths and wiggle a little, to help settle your body to the corset. As you do that, put some talc on your arms before you put the gloves on. I'll talc your legs for the stockings."
The gloves and stockings were a matching set in blue. The hands and feet were solid, with a net pattern above the wrists and ankles. The gloves went all the way up to the shoulder and the stockings to the crotch. Next Nikita laced a pair of white ankle boots with 6" heels onto Betty's feet, then pulled them a little further apart and strapped them down.
"You're going to need some anchoring for the remaining lacing."
Betty just nodded her head, concentrating on breathing and balancing. Before turning on the winch, Mistress Nikita took Betty's hands and strapped them to the bar directly in front, then once it was slowly tightening, she began brushing Betty's hair.
"Hmm you have lovely hair, I think
I know just what I want to do with it. I'll
just have to change one little thing."
Stepping to the pile of remaining items
Nikita takes some straps back to the wall
and returns with another harness and some
"Any last words? After this all you
will be is my play-toy." Seeing the
twinkle in Mistress Nikita's eyes reassured
Feeling totally swept away by everything,
Betty could not trust herself to speak.
She just shook her head and studied the
harness, noticing that it matched the blue
of the gloves and stockings, trying to understand
where it would go.
"Very well slave and now to continue."
Taking the large cupped part in one hand,
and pulling Betty's chin down, inserted
a small looking empty sack into Betty's
mouth. The cupped section covered Betty's
face from the eyes down, with an opening
letting the nose poke through. Straps ran
from the top over her head, and from the
sides around below her ears. Betty could
feel Nikita buckling them together just at
the base of her skull. Mistress Nikita then
started working Betty's hair over and around
the harness straps. After stopping the winch
and tying off the lacings, she readjusted
the head harness straps tighter, finally
securing them with two small locks. "Is
that too tight? Since we don't know how
long you'll be wearing this we don't want
you to get a headache from it."
Moving her head a bit Betty nodded and gave
a muffled "s'ok". Mistress Nikita
then returned to working Betty's hair, braiding
the hair over and concealing the locks and
"There that looks wonderful, it actually
looks like the harness is formed onto your
head. And this colour matches your eyes
beautifully. But you were able to make way
too much noise when you answered me, so
lets fix that right now." Taking a
small round object with a short hose attached,
Nikita secured it below Betty's left cheek
and started squeezing it. As she did that,
the sack in Betty's mouth grew. Not expecting
this Betty tried to say something, but her
sounds grew smaller and fainter the larger
the gag grew.
About the time that Betty felt that something
had to give, Mistress Nikita stopped. "Say
something, and let me know your trying!"
Betty gave out what should have been a wild
yell, the "mmph" that came out
could have been covered by a mouse's squeak.
"Good. Now," and pinching off
Betty's nose, "Breathe through your
mouth. Do it!" In a growing panic Betty
tried, and discovered that with effort she
"Good, there's a tube inside the gag
bladder, running out under your right cheek.
I'm glad that it works well for you. Later,
when you're probably going to need all the
air you can get, you'll be very glad of
this." The rest of the dressing went
swiftly, Mistress Nikita released Betty's
hands and feet. First handing Betty a pair
of blue panties, with a zipper on the front
and some clips over the zipper. After they
were in place, Mistress Nikita helped Betty
into her dress, a short skirted hobble dress
in white with short sleeves and a low scooped
neck line. The cut of the bodice squeezed
Betty's breasts together and made them nearly
spill out the top.
Only three items remained. The next item was a white belt that fastened in back with two cuffs attached by short silver chains to the back. The cuffs were buckled just above the elbows, pulling her shoulders back and limiting the reach of her hands. Over this belt was a blue latex apron. The final item was a 3" wide white collar. It was stiff and made so that it slid into itself, the join point was hidden under a silver fixture from which hung an 8" silver chain, the ring at the end settled between her breasts. The chain was cold at first but her body heat soon warmed it up. Turning, carefully, to look in the mirror, Betty saw a luscious, exotic, erotic dream of a latex maid. She noticed that in these shoes she was the same height as Mistress Nikita, and that they had almost identical proportions. They made a stunning pair in the mirror, one gleaming black and red, other a glossy blue and white. Looking her new slave maid over carefully, Mistress Nikita nodded her head in satisfaction. "My dear we'll have to be careful that our customer doesn't insist in you being part of the deal! You look marvellous! Now let's get out there and spruce the place up! He's due any moment!"
Outside the rain
had stopped, and the fog that now closed
in would have been a credit to London itself.
Inside the store two women moved about,
Mistress Nikita striding about nervously double
checking everything, Betty inching her way
along, trying to look busy so that she would
not receive any more adjustments to her
attire. In the half-hour that Betty had
been dressed, Mistress Nikita had come along
and adjusted her outfit twice. The first
time the Mistress had changed her mind on
the shoes, adding a locking strap over the
lacings on the latex ankle boots with 6"
heels. Also she had added a short chain
to link both of Betty's ankles, allowing
them no more than a foot of space. Betty
thought that the chain was overkill since
the hobble skirt, even though it stopped
at the middle of her thigh, kept her from
taking longer steps anyway.
The other time, Mistress Nikita had decided
that Betty had too much reach with her arms.
So the chains that linked Betty's elbows
to a belt, were shortened. Now Betty could
not hold anything with both hands unless
it was wider than her shoulders.
Each time that this had happened, Betty
had stopped to catch her breath from moving
around in a corset that had taken 4 inches
off her waist. The thought that she might
complain or disagree was not an option,
what with the, oh so effective gag, that
locked off all possibility of sound covering
half her face. Turning, she noticed Mistress
Nikita scrutinising her once again. 'No! I've
been good!' Betty thought in a panic, 'I'm
still moving, still working!' Betty realised
she sounded and felt more like a cringing
maid before a stringent boss, than the strong
independent woman she had been when she
had entered this place earlier.
Before the Mistress could decide on any
more adjustments, both women turned to look
as the front door chimed.
Two men had entered the store, both tall.
The man in front was fair-haired, wearing
a long dark grey latex coat over a smoky
see-through rubber shirt, above skin tight
latex jodhpurs the same colour as the coat.
Gleaming black rubber riding boots rose
to his knees. The other man wore a medium
grey chauffeur's uniform all in latex. Accented
by black boots and gloves.
"Master Donovan! I'm so glad to see
you in my shop. Please come in. Is there
anything I can get you?" Mistress Nikita
greeted the gentleman in the long coat,
moving forward to take his hands.
"My, my Mistress Nikita. You certainly
know how to set the mood," Master Donovan
took her hands and inclined his head to
the woman's figure stretched in mid-air
before the door, then his eyes swept over
the heavily restrained figure of Betty,
before returning his attention to Mistress
"Why thank you, the compliment of such
a renowned Master as yourself is something
I will always cherish," Mistress Nikita,
took his arm and led him over to some chairs.
"Please sit down, and let's relax before
we get started. Betty! Go get the wine and
As best she could Betty curtsied, and hobbled
her way to the back. The tray was already
set and waiting, all she had to do was pick
it up and return. But with her elbows behind
her back, she had to squeeze in to get a
hold of both handles. It took all of her
concentration to keep from dropping the
tray and walk with it too. Mistress Nikita
and Master Donovan were seated so that they
could watch her slow and torturous return.
They sat in silence enjoying her struggle.
As Betty finally reached them she had to
bend at her hips, since the corset prevented
her from bending at the waist, and presented
the tray. The neck of the bottle was nestled
between her outstandingly presented breasts,
and the tall glasses rubbed on her already
excited nipples, bringing a moan of pleasure
from her. Mistress Nikita removed one glass
and the bottle, Master Donovan took the
other. As he did his fingers caressed and
teased her nipple, finally giving it a pinch.
Betty shuddered from his touch and when
he pinched her, she jumped losing her grip
on one side of the tray.
"Naughty, naughty slave. You could
have hit me with that tray," Master
Donovan said with a chuckle. Turning to
Mistress Nikita, "May I?" Eyeing
Betty closely, Nikita replied, "She is
a new slave and not really trained yet.
But still she should know better. You are
my guest, go ahead."
Betty was shuddering from his touch, not
really seeing what was going on around her.
She could feel his driver come up behind
her and take the tray from her, as he pushed
her gently toward Master Donovan. His touch
fanned the fires in her body, her breasts
heaving as she drowned in passion she had
The Master had set his glass on the table
between the chairs, for Mistress Nikita to
fill. Then he laid Betty over his lap, running
his hands up and down her body as he did
so. Taking his time, Master Donovan's hands
roamed over her tautly covered and helplessly
presented ass. Betty squirmed and writhed
with arousal, grinding her rock hard nipples
against his leg. Her moans were soft until
with a lighting strike, the Master's hand
struck her right cheek. With a stifled shriek,
Betty convulsed, her breathing going double
time with all the new sensations running
through her. Leisurely, Master Donovan interspersed
caresses with swift hard strokes, timing
his choices to the slave's responses. He
also took note of the reactions of both
observers. Richard, both his driver and
an assistant master in the dungeon, was
keeping a good poker face, but Donovan knew
him too well. Richard had great interest
in this slave, perhaps even lust at first
sight. The other presence, Mistress Nikita,
had calmly poured them each a glass of wine,
then casually picked up her glass and toyed
with it as he toyed with her slave. Master
Donovan excelled at the art of reading people,
so he noticed the passion hiding behind
that cool facade. He knew that she was reacting
to the passions of the slave more than to
the slave's being controlled. A plan for
the evening's later events began to unfold
in his mind's eye.
With reluctance, as this pleasure was not
the business he was here for, he stood the
slave up. He noted her glazed, far away
look, smiling at her confusion and passion.
Betty not knowing if she should be outraged
at the casual spanking or excited from the
tender caresses, stood trembling for several
seconds. The driver timed his rescue perfectly,
even as she staggered, his arms wrapped
themselves about her waist. Being held firmly
against his muscular body, Betty could feel
his powerful arousal. With his manhood rubbing
the crack of her ass and one hand cupping
her pussy, Betty came hard, one of the best
orgasms she had ever had.
As the slave helplessly twitched in the
throes of her passion, both Master and Mistress
drank wine, and enjoyed the show. Mistress
Nikita was concerned for Betty, things were
going far faster and more intensely than
she had thought they would. She hoped that
Betty would be all right, it certainly looked
like she was enjoying herself! Master Donovan
could tell that it was his driver's touch
that the slave responded to the most strongly.
That boded well for his later plans, leaving
himself free to play with Mistress Nikita.
By the time that Betty could stand on her
own, the Master and Mistress were discussing
various items in the store. The driver slowly
and reluctantly released his hold on Betty
and stepped back, while she still fought
to regain her breath. Slowly she regained
her poise, until finally she was able to
focus on the room around her.
Mistress Nikita gestured for her to come closer.
"This gag is one of my newest creations.
It's a pump-gag." Slowly Betty tottered
over and stood at Mistress Nikita's knee.
"What? It can't be, where is the nozzle
for the bladder to be pumped up?" Master
Donovan asked. He grabbed her dangling chain
and pulled her down, for a closer look.
Mistress Nikita pointed to the underside of
the jaw-line, "Under the left cheek
is a very small, quick connect valve. A
hose runs from there to the bladder in her
Looking more closely now, "Yes, I see
it now. Even knowing it is there it would
be hard to see from more than a few feet
away. Wonderful! But what is this other
one on the other side?"
"Ah, that is most often for extra air,
just as a safety measure. But say you wanted
a slave punished and did not want to remove
the gag, but they needed water? Well then
you could do this." Mistress Nikita pulled
out something that looked like a syringe,
dipped it into her wine glass and drew out
about 1oz of wine. She then took the syringe
and plugged it into the right side of the
gag. With a smile she emptied the wine into
Betty. "Now Betty, suck on the gag,
and clear the last bits from the tube!"
With a twist she removed the syringe.
Betty was helpless to stop Mistress Nikita
from doing any of this. Also she thought
that the wine would taste good right about
now. When the wine just burst into her throat,
totally by-passing her palette, she was
caught by surprise. Swallowing instinctively,
it all went down with only a little choking
on her part. She did as Mistress Nikita commanded,
and the last drops of wine shot into her
throat, followed by fresh air. The wine
formed a warm pool deep within her corseted
"With a gag like this you could feed
a slave broth and water, keeping them totally
silenced for days at a time!" Mistress
Nikita pointed out. Laughing, Master Donovan
said, "Or put them on diets! There
are a few slaves I know that could do with
some of that. I take it that it locks on?"
"Yes, it all joins up together in the
back," Mistress Nikita affirmed.
"Now everything else she is wearing
is made by me, except for these." With
this she rolled Betty's skirt up revealing
her panties. "These Chastity Panties
I get from another shop, but I am working
on my own design."
Betty knew that anything she wore was there
to be shown off to the customer, but having
her panties revealed so casually caused
her to flush and squirm with embarrassment.
The discussion continued with the belt being
removed for inspection, followed by the
apron and dress. During this slow disrobing,
Betty watched the driver out of the corner
of her eye. She found his eyes devouring
her every curve and caressing every inch
of exposed skin. Seeing him look at her
that way, she shuddered with refreshed desire,
her breasts heaving anew. Betty was sent
to fetch several items from about the store.
She slowly made her hobbled way back and
forth, knowing that the driver was following
her every move. Beyond her heavy breathing,
her arousal was displayed by both a flush
that extended from her face down to her
breasts, and by her nipples, bared for all
the world to see, which were rock hard and
Richard watched the slave as she sauntered
back and forth. Watched as those rubber-clad
legs scissored back and forth controlled
by the bright chrome of the chain dancing
between her ankles. Watched as those hips
swung to and fro, this way and that. His
eyes danced over her cruelly corseted waist,
up to her proudly thrusting breasts as they
demanded to be touched. He hungered to taste
those fiercely pointing nipples, to control
her, to take her and bind her in tight,
stretchy, restricting rubber. To bind her
as his. Mistress Nikita watched as Betty tortured
Master Donovan's driver, and remembered
how in times past she was the object of
desire. The memories brought an itch to
her pussy, one that she hid from her guest.
After all, as a Mistress with her own domain
it would not be fitting for her to submit
to him to for an evening's pleasure as his
Master Donovan had been looking at Mistress
Nikita's offerings for about an hour, noticing
the effects the evening were having on those
about him. "Mistress Nikita, I believe
that I have seen quite enough tonight. I
would like to engage you as my primary supplier.
I can write you a check tonight for the
retainer fee as we agreed. Or..." Master
Donovan trailed off teasingly.
Mistress Nikita turned to him with an eyebrow
raised, "Or what Master Donovan?"
'Was that a little too much emphasis on
Master?' she asked herself.
Master Donovan smiled, knowing he had her
hooked, "Well my dear, I could invite
you and your slave up to the Club and from
there I could electronically transfer the
funds to your account, and then we could
all have a late dinner."
Richard turned to look at his boss in surprise.
He caught Master Donovan winking at him.
The smile that crossed his face was quickly
covered, after a glance at the two women.
Mistress Nikita missed this exchange as she
revelled in getting a personal invitation
to the most prestigious and exclusive fetish
club in the city. "Why of course, my
slave and I would be honoured to visit your
esteemed establishment," Nikita replied.
She turned and looked at Betty, hoping that
she would indeed agree. Betty lost in her
own world of lust and arousal, merely returned
the Mistress's inquiring look.
For the first time that night, Richard spoke,
"But sir, have you forgotten? Tonight
is restricted entry." He did his best
to keep a straight face as he delivered
the set up his boss wanted. Mistress Nikita
turned first to the driver, then to Master
Donovan. "What does that mean? Since
you own the club, don't you control what
rules apply to you and when?" she asked
"Yes, now I remember. I am sorry my
dear, but tonight is for Members only. And
yes I make the rules, but as a Mistress
yourself, you understand that discipline
must be maintained. No tonight is only for
Masters and their slaves," Master Donovan
said, with a shake of his head, and a hidden
twinkle in his eye.
"Just the Masters and their slaves,"
Nikita repeated softly, her thoughts turning
inward. She looks at Master Donovan for
a moment, then turns and takes Betty's arm
and escorts her to the back room.
Betty not really following what either of
them mean by their words, looks over at
the driver. Suddenly she understands that
if they go with Master Donovan tonight,
she will be in HIS hands, the driver's.
Just as this realisation hits, Nikita and
Betty leave the room. As the women leave,
Richard smiles and gives his boss a 'thumbs
"Not yet my friend, the ladies have
not yet risen to the bait. But if they do,
would you be so kind as to keep the slave
busy while I see to the mistress?"
Master Donovan whispers to his friend.
"If they don't take the bait, can't
we kidnap them anyway?" Richard asks,
With a sigh, he settled back to see what
In the back room, Nikita places a hand on
each of Betty's shoulders, and looks her
in the eye. "Oh Betty, I really need
that money available now. If we go with
them tonight, I can write that check tomorrow
and make my deadline without fail."
"But Betty, if we go, it will be as
slaves. We can set some conditions before
hand, so you will have some protection,
but there are no guarantees that things
won't get out of hand later."
Betty's eyes are still glazed with lust and arousal, though she nods at the appropriate points to Nikita's words. Nikita seeing this stops and hugs Betty.
"I see that you're not going to be
any help with this decision," Nikita
chuckles, "and I'm not sure that I'm
in any better shape myself. All right I'll
ask him if we could go as his slaves tonight.
Somehow I don't think Master Donovan is
going to have any problems with that."
With that she takes Betty's hand and the
two of them walk back out to stand before
Master Donovan. Having to match Betty's
pace, Nikita has time to observe both men.
Master Donovan awaits their decision with
an air of cool detachment, though Nikita senses
his strong interest in her answer. His driver
on the other hand was far from as polished
in his demeanour, he was trying for stoic
indifference but as soon as he saw Betty
his eyes burned with desire.
"Master Donovan, if we were to agree
to be your slaves at your club tonight,
would you be interested in our company?"
Nikita asked softly. Master Donovan looked
both women over slowly, "If you were
to agree to be my slaves? No, I would not
be interested, but if you were to ask to
be my slaves, that I would consider."
A part of Nikita both chilled and thrilled
to feel the strength emanating from the
man seated before her. It had been a long
time since she felt this way about anyone.
Without turning from his eyes, Nikita pulls
Betty down with her. Once both women are
on their knees, "Please Master Donovan,
would you take us to be your slaves?"
Though she tried to speak with a normal
voice, it broke on the first word and the
rest came out as a strained whisper. Master
Donovan sat and gave their request a moment's
thought, looking them over slowly and lingering
on the obvious treats both women possessed
"Very nicely done. I accept your offerings,"
the Master assented with a slight smile.
"Now we must see to your being properly
attired for your debut. Hmm, slave,"
he points at Nikita, "I would have the
two of you wearing the riveted latex body
harness that was mentioned to me earlier,
by the Mistress of this store. I also want
the two of you in knee high latex boots
and elbow length latex gloves. Immediately
after these are on your bodies, return here
and we will finish getting you ready for
travel." When her voice broke, Nikita
dropped her eyes to Master Donovan's boots
and kept them there until they were dismissed
to get changed. Betty saw Nikita drop her
head out of the corner of her eye, with
an effort she tore her eyes from the form
of the driver and did the same.
Once dismissed Nikita rose and helped Betty
up as well. They left the room as fast as
Nikita could get them away. Once in the back,
Nikita closed the door and gave Betty a hug.
"Well girl, we're in for it now. Let's
get you out of that getup and get us dressed
as we have been commanded to be." Nikita's
words gave Betty a chill of excitement.
She had no idea what was going to be happening
tonight and that thrill of something new
was what she had left her old home to find!
As the door closed behind the women, Richard
turned to his boss, "Jeez, when you
said No, I almost lost it, boss. But I should
have had more confidence, that was great!"
Master Donovan chuckled at his friend's
words, "It was just a flash of inspiration
Richard, but you are right, it worked perfectly.
Did you notice that there were no time limits
specified in the request that I did accept?"
Richard ran over the moment again in his
mind, and smiled at his friend, his thoughts
covering the possibilities the next hours
"Oh and Richard, do remember that the
auburn-haired slave is new to the scene.
So you will have to play her with a delicate
hand," said Master Donovan. Richard
accented eagerly, looking forward to that
In the back room, Nikita had undone Betty's
braid so that she could get to the locks
on her gag harness. Betty took a minute
or so to move her jaw and get the feeling
back. "Wow, this evening has really
been a trip! Mistress Nikita, what...? ,"
Betty started to say.
"Hold it Betty. Mistress Nikita is my
Dominatrix persona, I don't think I'm there
right now. Call me Nikita, or maybe you should
call me by my given name, Veronica,"
Nikita said, cutting Betty off short.
Betty gave her a funny look, and then both
women burst out laughing. "Betty &
Veronica, you mean just like in the comic
books? Does that make one of them,"
Betty pointed to the front room, "Archie?"
Still smiling at the joke, Veronica shook
her head, "No I don't think that either
of them would ever be confused with him.
But we have to get going, keeping your Master
waiting is very hard on the nerves!"
Laughing and giggling the two women helped
each other strip. The tightness of the latex
gloves and stockings had left diamond-patterned
marks on Betty's arms and legs. Once they
were naked, Veronica dug out a couple of
tangles of black, latex straps. Each strap
was about an inch wide and a quarter of
an inch thick. There were also a large number
of bright chrome D rings, all over them
in every possible place. As Veronica arranged
the first set of straps for Betty to put
her legs into she told Betty about them.
"These are latex body harnesses. At
the bottom there are a loop for each leg,
cut in the French leg style so that the
latex runs from your crotch to the outside
of the hip. Where it meets up with the straps
that run around your belly and lower back,
from here straps run up each side. They
are attached to the breast loops, each breast
has its own loop which makes them stand
up & out and also help keep the pressure
on as you get more excited. From the outer
joins of the breast loops there are two
straps that run up to the collar, in the
back a single strap runs from the back of
the breast straps straight up to the collar.
Finally the collar will get sealed about
the neck completing the fitting. There are
a number of D rings all over the harness
and these are 'tie down points', places
the Master or Mistress can use to bind the
As she explained each part of the harness,
she attached that part of Betty's harness
together. The harness was made of a front
and back, so that each side had long straps
that were not connected. At each place on
the sides where they needed to be joined,
Veronica ran the ends through a box that
had a power cable running to it. Just before
she put the ends into the box, she would
open it and place some black and silver
bits inside. "These are the rivets
that join the pieces together," Veronica
explained. There were two boxes, one for
each side. When everything was in place,
Veronica would hit a button on the main
control box. Then the straps would be pulled
tight. At a pressure that was a little higher
than Betty felt was comfortable, each box
would emit a sharp buzzing sound and then
shut off completely. Veronica would then
press a button on the box and it would pop
off, leaving the harness almost invisibly
joined and the excess length of strap would
fall to the floor.
"If these get popular enough I will
make it so that the latex is re-flowed into
itself, and that the whole harness is literally
one single piece!" Veronica mused,
more to herself than to Betty.
"But surely not that many people would
be interested in being sealed into something
like this, right?" Betty asked with
"Believe it! This version is a greatly
toned down version of the original design.
The original started at the shoes, with
seven inch heels and a small platform under
the toes, ran all the way out to the hands,
and all the way up to the top of her head!
Also in the middle she had me install a
very heavily boned corset. I riveted it
onto her over six months ago, and her Mistress
has had her brought in twice to have the
corset tightened as her body adjusts to
the new compression levels."
Betty just blinked at that thought, to have
something so bizarre and so blatant attached
so permanently boggled her mind. "Well
we can just cut our way out of these if
we need to, right?"
Veronica had stopped on Betty's harness
just before she sealed the collar, and started
on herself. "Sorry Betty, but it takes
special tools to cut these straps. You see
inside each strap there are several steel
wires, each wire is made up of high tensile
specially treated steel. You need a high
grade diamond bit cutter to work them. No,
we are wearing these until we get back to
the store here."
"But don't worry, I have the tools back here to cut us free in just moments. Now for a surprise for our new Masters," as Veronica says this, she moves over to a cabinet and pulls out two latex objects. Each one is black and white, but Betty cannot tell anything else about them. "Tada!" as Veronica holds each one up by what is apparently the crown. She is holding up two full coverage latex hoods, where the face is covered up there is a white stylised face. There are delicate eyebrows picked out in black with black lips and grey shading under where the cheek-bones would be.
"What are those for," Betty asked, looking at the masks in confusion.
"These are mostly for us. Believe me when I tell you that when you are wearing a mask, you lose the sense of self that holds you back, that makes you fight because that's what a 'Good Girl' is supposed to do. What it does is allow you to go with your feelings and enjoy yourself, since it's happening to someone else and you get to enjoy the show."
Betty took one and held it up next to her
face and looking in a mirror, trying to
imagine what it would be like to wear it.
As Betty studied the mask and tried to understand
what her new friend had said, Veronica went
to a small table with a mirror on it. There
she spread some clear gel all across her
face, under her jaw, and around her neck,
after she had twisted her hair into a quick
braid. From here she pulled her hair through
an opening in the upper portion of the mask,
then she slid the mask down onto her head.
She quickly settled it onto her face and
placed some flanges into her nose and over
her lips. Then she took a towel and pressed
firmly over her entire face and neck, for
a minute or so. When she looked up at Betty,
the only flesh showing on the entire face
was a small area around the eyes. The face
that she saw was animated with the small
movements that everyone has from moment
to moment, but the milk white face was of
a beautiful stranger. Betty could only gape
at the transformation.
"Do you begin to understand? It will
help you enjoy this evening more, and tease
the men as well. I use a glue that holds
the mask to your face and keeps it there
regardless of how much you sweat. Will you
let me put yours on?"
In something of a daze, Betty nodded and sat down at the table. Veronica then carefully applied the glue to her. Starting with her beautiful auburn hair, she pulled the mask over Betty's head. Working quickly she added glue to the pieces of the mask that went inside the nose and over the lips. Again using a towel Veronica pressed firmly against the mask, making sure that it had a firm grip over the entire face and neck. When Betty looked at herself in the mirror, she again saw the beautiful stranger, then her twin bent down and looked into the mirror with her.
"What do you think, Betty?"
the stranger asked with Veronica's voice.
Betty actually found herself reluctant to
answer, she did not know what she would
do if she heard her voice come out of that
face, or even if it was another's voice
that came out. Finally she swallowed hard
and said, "I'm not sure what I think,
but if we keep our Masters waiting much
longer, I think they will get mad at us."
Veronica giggled at Betty's words and said,
"When you're right, you're right! Not
much left to do now." With those words
she reached to the table and picked up a
container of make-up. Not explaining anymore,
she spread the white substance over and
around each of their eyes, completing the
illusion of the masks.
Next Veronica dug out two pairs of latex
boots with six heels, one set blue for
Betty, one set red for herself. Then she
found them matching latex gloves, that stopped
at the elbow. And as the final step, she
sealed the collars of the latex body harnesses
over the neck portions of their masks. They
stood side by side and looked at their images
in the mirror on the wall. What they saw
was a pair of latex twins, two women of
the same height and almost identical measurements.
Betty was a little fuller in the bust, Veronica
was a little slimmer in the waist, any difference
in their hips was hidden by the rubber straps
binding their nether regions of pleasure.
Quickly the two slaves made their way out
to where the men were waiting. As soon as
the door opened both men looked up from
a quiet conversation they had been having.
The sight that greeted them left them speechless.
Without any planning on their part, both
women moved with a slow, measured slink
that was designed to drive any man mad with
desire. And that they did it in tandem,
emphasising their duplicate appearance,
gave the men to feel that they were seeing
double. The only difference that the men
could see was the colour of the gloves and
boots, and the colour of the pony tails
cascading down from the tops of the helmets.
They came to a stop in front of Master Donovan,
Veronica placed her hands behind her back,
her wrists crossed. Betty saw this and did
the same. Both kept their eyes lowered and
had not looked at the faces of either man.
Both men were entranced by the near duality
of the women. The masks gave the impression
that before them stood two dolls made from
the same mould. The differences being so
small, Master Donovan was glad that they
had chosen to let their hair show, so that
he could be confident that he had the slave
of his choice exactly where he wanted her.
Richard on the other hand, could feel which
one was Betty, he did not need to see her
hair, or the colour of her latex items.
The remaining preparations were conducted
in almost total silence. Master Donovan
stepped behind Veronica, as Richard did
the same with Betty. Each slave's wrists
were locked into a white latex cuff and
this was then drawn up high behind the back
of the slave and locked in position. In
this Veronica was a great deal more limber
than Betty. Master Donovan was able to use
Veronica's collar to pull her hands up,
since the pressure on her neck was balanced
by the tightness of the front portions of
the harness, up until her fingers could
almost touch the collar itself. Betty's
hands could only rise as far as the back
of the breast strap, but as this thrust
her magnificent cones into new levels of
desirability Richard accepted her limit
and locked the strap off.
Each ankle was locked into a white latex
cuff which was linked to the other with
a stretchy white rubber band, 6" long
at rest, but with effort could stretch up
to 18". A latex cloak was then draped
about each slave's shoulders and zipped
closed, to hide the valuable jewels within.
When fully closed the cloaks hugged the
forms of the slave's bodies, tugging and
brushing against exposed flesh. Master Donovan
had a few quiet words with the blond-haired
slave, about the details of closing the
store down, and the location of locks and
After that each slave had silence enforced upon them by a ball-gag that matched the colour of their latex accessories, blue for Betty and red for Veronica. The final touch being the raising of the hoods of the cloaks. As Master Donovan closed up the store, Richard placed the two slaves into the back of their car. When Master Donovan was ready they drove off into the night.
As the limousine
purred away, Betty gazed through the glass
privacy partition at the broad back of the
muscular chauffeur, feeling her nipples
stiffen and a moist warmth percolate through
her sex as she remembered how his dark eyes
had glittered and zeroed-in on her large,
firm breasts when she and Veronica had displayed
themselves in the slave outfits that Master
Donovan had ordered.
It had been quite clear that the chauffeur
wanted her and as she surreptitiously tested
the rubber cuffs that held her wrists high
up behind her back, a delicious ripple of
fearful excitement slid up her spine to
the knowledge that she was now helpless
to stop him taking full advantage of her
With the red ball-gag pulled tightly into her mouth, she couldn't even beg for mercy and as she visualised his strong hands parting the folds of the rubber cloak that concealed her and then plundering her body with arrogant authority, Betty shivered in arousal and her belly swirled with liquid heat.
Beside her, Veronica
was having similar thoughts about Master
It had been quite a while since she had
last handed over control of her body and
her fate to someone else and an even longer
time since she had felt the dominant power
that had radiated from Master Donovan as
he had refused her first offer for Betty
and herself to agree to accompany him to
his club as his slaves for the night.
She had never even considered that he might
turn her down and still remembered vividly
the shock and intense excitement that had
swept through her body as he had told her
casually that he was not interested in having
them agree to join him and would only consider
her request if she was to ask him specifically
to accept them as his slaves.
She had realised instantly that the only
way to get the cheque she needed so badly,
was to accept both the condition and the
complete submission to his will that went
Sinking to her knees and pulling Betty down beside her, she had asked him humbly to take them both as his slaves and as he had subjected their bodies to a long, embarrassing inspection and then finally agreed, the heat in her belly had redoubled and she had known that they were in for a long, strenuous and, she fervently hoped, extremely erotic and satisfying evening.
But now, as an experienced Mistress and
participant in many Dominance/submission
adventures, her excitement was tinged with
a degree of apprehension about what the
night might bring.
It wasn't that she was frightened that Master
Donovan would injure or damage her or Betty ... all
Masters knew that a willing partner was
far too valuable and precious for that ... but
she was well aware of his reputation as
a skilful and demanding dominant and suspected
that the coming evening would prove to be
a stringent test of her ability to obey
and submit fully as his slave.
Although it wouldn't be the first time she
had played the role, she was much more used
to being dominant and was just a little
nervous about whether she could live up
to the standards he would undoubtedly set
If she couldn't, she might be in a whole
heap of trouble.
Masters did not take kindly to slaves who
failed to be fully satisfactory and had
many ingenious and distinctly uncomfortable
ways of encouraging a recalcitrant female
to do their bidding.
Just as Veronica herself, in her guise as
a dominant Mistress, had imposed her will
on numerous others.
Perhaps it was fortunate that it was already
evening and there wouldn't be too many hours
for her to make an error that might earn
her the sort of punishments she had administered
A frown wrinkled her forehead as she became
aware of a tiny, faint alarm bell ringing
somewhere deep down in her sub-conscious
Something wasn't quite right…a small, irritating
flaw that didn't fit into the pattern of
her thoughts and memories.
Concentrating hard, she thought back over
the events of the evening, trying to pinpoint
the niggling concern.
With no success…until she reached the image
of Betty and herself kneeling at Master
Donovan's booted feet and heard her own
words to him, "Please, Master Donovan,
would you take us to be your slaves?"
A dazzling white light seemed to burst inside
her brain and her eyes widened in shock
and dismay as the tiny alarm bell became
a deafening clamour in her ears.
She hadn't set any time limit on her request
to be enslaved.
In the sexual tension of the moment and
unbalanced by his cavalier dismissal of
her first offer of submission, she had unwittingly
forgotten to include any of the basic precautions
and safeguards that were always ... always ... agreed
in advance for the protection of the submissive
participant in Master/slave relationships.
Always agreed and always honoured.
Unless, of course, a slave chose not to
set any, in which case the Master was free
to decide whatever limits he desired ... if
any ... and the slave, having surrendered all
control over her destiny, no longer had
any say in the matter.
Stunned by the realisation that her mistake
had delivered both her and Betty into the
clutches of Master Donovan and his chauffeur
and that neither of the two men would hesitate
to take full advantage of the opportunity
she had accidentally given them, Veronica
wrenched frantically at her bonds and chewed
at the rubber ball-gag wedged into her mouth,
desperate to free herself and explain that
she had not intended to give her unconditional
submission and that she really, truly had
only meant to offer to be their slave for
But the cuffs and gag had been designed
specifically for their strength and total
security and she could not budge them, no
matter how hard she strained and fought.
As a demonstration of the effectiveness
of the high quality bondage equipment that
she sold in her shop, it couldn't have been
bettered, but to Veronica it was a chilling
confirmation that she wasn't going to get
out of her plight until the men chose to
If they ever did.
To her deep humiliation, her futile exertions
produced unexpected side-effects and as
she became aware that her nipples were achingly
hard from brushing against her latex cloak
and that her sex was coated with love juices
that had oozed from her, Veronica couldn't
help but face the fact that she was hugely
and shamefully aroused by her helplessness
and the prospect of being forced to serve
Master Donovan in any manner he commanded.
Her experience as a dominant Mistress had
shown her just how completely a full slave
could be made to obey and respond and as
she was forced to confront and accept that
Master Donovan would demand nothing less
from her, Veronica shivered and moaned softly
in delicious fear and overwhelming excitement,
knowing that soon, she too, would have to
be a totally obedient and submissive slave.
And as her belly kicked to the power of
her desire, Veronica lifted her head to
gaze fixedly at Master Donovan's broad back,
knowing that hers would be a willing slavery,
for despite her anxiety and uncertainty
about what lay ahead, she could no longer
resist her own fierce longings.
Almost from the first moment he had entered
her shop, she had been conscious of a powerful
attraction to his calm, assured and utterly
confident dominance and it had only been
by a considerable effort of will that she
had been able to stop herself from offering
to serve him as his slave for the night,
even before the subject had been raised
She had wanted to, but felt it wouldn't
be right to be so blatant and unsubtle.
But when the opportunity had come up ...
Now, she no longer had a choice and as her
belly kicked again, Veronica took a deep
breath and forced herself to relax as much
as her bondage would allow.
She was committed and there was no going
Not for her ... and not for Betty either.
Betty would probably enjoy slavery to her
Master as much as she seemed to enjoy being
Mistress Nikita's slave.
Veronica really hoped she would, because
Mistress Nikita couldn't help her now.
Mistress Nikita no longer existed.
In her place, there was only a slave. A slave called Veronica ... Mistakenly assuming
that Veronica's stifled moans and struggles
were simply the other girl's way of heightening
her enjoyment of the helpless plight they
were both in, Betty started to twist and
jerk at her own bondage, curious to see
whether it was possible to escape ... and rather
hoping it wasn't.
She soon found that she needn't have worried.
The rubber straps around her wrists held
her easily and even though she was able
to stretch the rubber band between her ankles
and managed to part her legs a foot or so,
the moment she relaxed her muscles, the
band re-asserted its control over her and
pulled her feet back together.
Satisfied that she really was unable to
free herself and therefore not responsible
for anything that might happen to her, Betty
relaxed and allowed her imagination free
rein to visualise all the things that the
handsome chauffeur could do to her when
they finally reached their destination.
It was a long and highly erotic list and
as she pictured him ordering her to kneel
before him as a slave, fondling her out-thrust
breasts, caressing the moist channel between
her legs, toying with every inch of her
body, making her beg for the climax his
touch demanded from her, perhaps even using
a vibrator like the ones she had noticed
in Veronica's shop, or bending her over
his muscular thighs to give her a good spanking
as Master Donovan had done, Betty's sexual
arousal and need grew rapidly higher to
the point where she was more than willing
to let him do any…or, preferably…all of
them to her.
From the first moment her soaked clothing
had been replaced with the sexy rubber hobble-dress
Mistress Nikita had supplied, Betty's dull,
boring existence had been turned on its
The thrilling feel and scent of tight latex
against her naked flesh had captured and
enslaved her even before the dominant blonde
had applied the restraints which had made
her a genuine captive. Betty had known, there and then, that a
whole new world had suddenly opened up before
her and almost without a thought for the
consequences, she had jumped in with both
Astonished by her own daring, she had even
agreed to model Mistress Nikita's bondage
equipment in front of a complete stranger…and
had been rewarded with the most thrilling
and sexually arousing experiences of her
Master Donovan had toyed with her helplessly
bound body, spanked her and helped Mistress
Nikita to strip her, but it had not been he,
but his chauffeur who had set Betty's pulse
racing and caused waves of delicious arousal
to surge through her belly.
The tall, muscular driver had never taken
his dark eyes from her, his burning gaze
drinking in her breasts and belly and bottom
with a single-minded intensity that was
almost frightening and revealed his deep
desire for her.
A desire that she returned in full measure.
She had wanted him then, she wanted him
even more now and Betty had no way of knowing
that when he finally took her, it would
be as a powerful, totally dominant Master ... and
that he intended to make her submit to him
so completely that she would never be able,
or wish, to escape either her bonds or her
endless enslavement to his erotic Mastery.
Unfamiliar with bondage and slavery and
the unwritten rules that governed them,
Betty had no idea of the mistake that Veronica
had made, or of what it meant for both their
futures and was totally oblivious of the
possibility that her slavery might be far
more real and last far longer than the one
night she envisaged.
After all, Veronica was the expert, the
experienced Mistress and Betty assumed,
quite naturally, that the blonde had everything
under control and that even though they
were both dressed and bound and gagged as
slaves, that was all just a part of the
extremely sexy and exciting game they were
playing with the two men.
She had no reason to believe anything else and so it was that Betty went unsuspecting to her fate, eyes gleaming with eager anticipation and body quivering with a passion that betrayed her as the fiercely hot and helplessly submissive slave she was soon to become ...
In the front
of the limousine, on the other side of the
soundproof glass panel, the chauffeur, Richard,
adjusted his mirror so that he could check
what was going on in the rear compartment.
He looked and grinned, then turned to his
friend and employer, "Have a look,
boss. I reckon the blonde's just worked
out what she's let herself in for."
Master Donovan flipped down the mirror on
his sun-visor and watched silently as Veronica
heaved and tugged at her inescapable bondage,
his lips curving into a satisfied smile
as he noted the shocked expressions mirrored
in her blue eyes turn slowly into dawning
realisation that she could not free herself.
Followed, inevitably, by growing arousal
and a gradual acceptance of her helplessness
that he knew was the second step on her
path to full and permanent slavery.
The first, of course, being when she begged
to be his slave and obediently allowed herself
to be harnessed and bound.
When her struggles finally ceased and she
sank back into her seat, he knew she was
beaten and turned to his friend, "I
agree, Richard. I think the lady has just
realised that she has become an ex-Mistress
and is beginning to think and act like the
slave she is."
Richard nodded, "Nice one, boss. She's
going to make one sexy slave by the time
you finish training her."
"Yes, I rather think she will, Richard," Master Donovan agreed, "Not that training her should present many difficulties. I'm sure that as a former Mistress she is fully aware of what will be required of her. And of the penalties should she fail to be entirely satisfactory," he gave a deep chuckle,
"Now, let's see how your slave is getting
on, shall we?"
Positioning his mirror to give a clear view
of Betty's face and the straining of her
breasts under her cloak, Richard felt his
already-aroused maleness press uncomfortably
against his tight latex trousers as she
lifted her head and held his hot gaze for
long seconds, then slowly and deliberately
lowered her eyes in an unmistakable message
of her willing submission.
It was the sign he had been waiting and
hoping for ever since he had set eyes on
her and it told him more clearly than any
words, that Betty was his to command and
use and discipline as he chose, her body
subject to whatever pleasure or punishment
he cared to impose upon her.
Fighting down a powerful urge to stop the
car and take her immediately, he made himself
wait, knowing that her female curiosity
to see his reaction to her signal would
make her look up ... and after a few seconds,
Careful to keep his face expressionless
and not allow her to see the pleasure he
felt, Richard looked straight into her soft,
brown eyes and gave a firm nod, enjoying
the immediate and involuntary tremors that
set her shivering delightfully as the simple
action confirmed his acceptance of her submission
and made her his slave.
"Congratulations, Richard," Master
Donovan flipped up his sun-visor, "It
seems we now each have a slave to enjoy.
A most pleasant evening so far, with a double
collaring still to come."
Richard smiled at his employer and with
an effort, dragged his thoughts away from
the prospect of Betty's curvaceous body
and the pleasure he would extract from it.
"Straight to the Club dungeons then,
boss?" he asked.
Master Donovan chuckled, "Definitely.
Even though they both seem to have accepted
their situation, I will feel happier and
more relaxed when we have replaced those
temporary cuffs with something rather more
"More secure and a whole lot more permanent," Richard quipped and as his companion nodded firmly, the limousine glided on into the night, carrying Veronica and Betty into the unknown ...…………
which Master Donovan owned and ran as a
prestigious private club for fetish and
bondage enthusiasts, was a large three-storey
block set in the best part of the city.
With its two lower floors windowless and
secured by heavy doors and CCTV cameras,
it was virtually impregnable to thieves
and gate-crashers and provided complete
privacy for club members and the activities
which went on inside its sound-proofed walls.
A privacy that was demanded and protected
by the members who included many of the
wealthiest and most influential business
people and public figures for miles around ...
Approaching the building, Richard pressed
a button on the dashboard and as a steel
shutter rolled upwards, then closed automatically
behind the car, he drove straight into the
ground-floor car park and braked to a halt
near to a white painted steel door marked,
Master Donovan turned and smiled into Veronica's
eyes, "Welcome to my Club, my dear.
I am sure you will find your time here to
be most interesting and perhaps even educational.
But before we begin, there is one small
point that needs to be settled. As you asked
to come here as my slave, I can hardly continue
to call you Mistress Nikita, now can I? So
as I happen to know from your business licence
that your first name is Veronica, I have
decided that that will be your slave-name,"
he paused and shrugged, "Provided,
of course, that you have no objections."
Veronica was well aware that it would make
no difference whether she objected or not.
By failing to insist on safeguards or even
a time limit on her submission, she had
forfeited her right to keep control of any
aspect of what happened to her ... even her
name no longer belonged to her.
Master Donovan could call her whatever pleased
him and as his slave, she would be given
no choice but to answer to it.
In any case, how could she possibly object
with a ball-gag wedged into her mouth?
As he got out of the car and opened her door, then stood back and ordered,
you get……Veronica," she shivered, knowing
that every time she heard him use her name,
it would always have the unspoken word "slave"
attached to it.
With her wrists bound high up between her
shoulder-blades and her ankles hobbled by
stretchy rubber, it was not easy to obey
his command and he made no move to help
her, simply letting her struggle while he
To make matters worse, she couldn't prevent
her latex cape from riding-up to expose
her thighs and lower belly as she tried
to get out of the car and as his lips curved
into a mocking smile, she groaned in humiliation
at the involuntary peep-show she was forced
Succeeding at last, she stood panting before
him….only to hear him chuckle, "You
seem to be having trouble with that cape,
slave. Let me help you with it."
And before she could move, he yanked down
the zip and pulled the cape from her.
Instantly stripped to her knee-length, high-heeled
boots and the thin straps of her riveted
body-harness, Veronica reacted without thinking,
bending double from the waist in a futile
attempt to hide her nakedness.
Master Donovan raised his arm, then brought
it down hard, his palm landing with a "crack"
like a pistol-shot on her tautly stretched
"I am very disappointed in you, slave,"
his icy voice cut through Veronica's shrill
squeals as scorching heat exploded through
her bottom, "As an ex-Mistress, you
of all people should know how a slave displays
her body to her Master. You have three seconds
to redeem yourself. One, two ..."
Shocked and in pain, Veronica jerked erect,
spreading her ankles as wide as her hobble
would permit, pulling her shoulders back
and arching her spine to thrust her breasts
forward, her blue eyes wide with fear as
she displayed every curve and hollow of
her body in the shamefully-lovely pose of
a slave before her Master.
"Better," Master Donovan said
firmly, his eyes boring into hers, "But
your chin should be higher. There, that's
good. Now, stay like that while Richard
deals with Betty and I strongly suggest
you do not disappoint me a second time by
moving or making a sound."
Veronica desperately wanted to scream and
protest and fight her bonds and rub her
stinging bottom ... most of all, she wanted
to plunge her fingers into her sex and satisfy
the sexual frustration and need that burned
as hotly as her left buttock ...but she could
not do some of those things and dared not
do the others.
Master Donovan would not hesitate to punish
her again and she was quite sure that a
second offence would be much more severely
Biting down on the rubber ball in her mouth,
she tried to suppress the shameful waves
of lust that rippled through her belly and
set her nipples quivering as Master Donovan
subjected her beautifully-posed nudity to
a thorough scrutiny ... then gave a sharp nod
of satisfaction and turned away to watch
as his chauffeur and friend ordered Betty
from the car.
Veronica stared at his back and shuddered
helplessly at the casual arrogance and authority
of his action.
He had ordered her to wait and expected
her to obey without question, as a true
And as her sex oozed wetly with the juices
of her arousal and submission, Veronica
knew that she would.
Hoping ... praying ... that she would be given the reward of a true slave when her Master took her and extinguished the leaping flames of her passion in the ecstatic surrender of a full slave-orgasm ...
understand or care about the difference
between real names and slave-names, she
was much too busy wondering what lay behind
the door marked "Members Only"
and what the handsome chauffeur would do
with her when she was on the other side.
She wanted him so badly that it was almost painful, her whole body aching for his touch and as she saw how Veronica was forced to half-strip herself as she struggled to obey Master Donovan's order, her belly gave a fierce kick and she stole a shy glance at the driver, realising that her turn was next.
He was staring straight at her and as he
grinned and nodded, Betty felt a spray of
her hot juices erupt from her sex and trickle
slowly down her thighs.
The unmistakable sound of a zip being undone
jerked her attention back to Veronica's
She was just in time to see Master Donovan
deliver a tremendous smack to the blonde's
defenceless bottom and wasn't able to hold
back a shocked gasp as the scarlet imprint
of his hand on Veronica's creamy flesh re-kindled
vivid memories of her own spanking and sent
a second stream of juices running down her
Her eyes widened in a mixture of sympathy
and intense arousal as Veronica arched her
spine to display herself as a full slave
to Master Donovan and it was only then that
Betty finally learned the name of the chauffeur
who was to be her Master.
Richard ... Master Richard.
She tore her gaze away from Veronica's beautifully-presented
nudity as Master Richard opened her door
and reached in to unzip her cloak, his eyes
holding hers as he said firmly, "You
won't be needing this any more, slave. Now,
out you get."
Betty shivered, her belly swirling with
heat as Master Richard…her Master ... gave her
his first order, then stepped back, his
glittering eyes drinking in her naked breasts,
her softly rounded belly, long, slender
legs and the glistening evidence of her
arousal at the joint of her shapely thighs.
The cloak fell away as she wriggled and
squirmed in her seat, her full breasts jiggling
as she inched sideways until she was able
to swing her legs through the door and plant
her high-heeled boots onto the floor.
With a forward jerk of her body, she rose
to her feet before him, her breasts swaying,
then without hesitation, arched her spine
and spread her legs as far as she could,
displaying her body in the same pose as
Master Richard nodded his approval and smiled,
"Beautifully done, Betty. You learn
fast. By the time you've had a few weeks'
training, you'll be an even hotter and sexier
bondage-slave than you are already."
Is that how he sees me, Betty thought to
herself, as a hot, sexy bondage-slave?
One who could become even more desirable,
But then ... wait a second ... he said a few weeks'
What did he mean?
It was only supposed to be one night, just
for the Masters and slaves event that evening,
After all, he couldn't be serious because
there was no way she could stay with him
for weeks, no matter how handsome he was
or how much she wanted him and longed to
be his slave.
She had to find somewhere to live and a
job before her meagre savings ran out.
His strong hand fastened on her upper arm
and Betty gasped as a tingling jolt of electrifying
excitement raced through her body at his
Her concerns about money and accommodation
vanished like smoke, replaced by surging
arousal as he urged her forward.
She had left her safe, familiar home-town
and job to search for something more exciting
and fulfilling, an adventure to enliven
the boredom of her days, to make her feel
alive and give her a reason to get up in
the morning looking forward to a new day,
rather than just enduring it.
And she had never felt more alive, more
excited and full of anticipation than she
did at that moment with her near-naked body
harnessed in tight rubber, bound and gagged,
being led into captivity and slavery by
a powerful, utterly dominant Master whose
name she had only just learned.
She sucked in a deep breath and summoned up what remained of her self-control, knowing that she would never forgive herself if she lost her nerve and threw away the chance to experience something so totally new and wildly-different from the dull routine she had dreamed of escaping for so long ... and with her head held high, walked away from her old life and into her new ...
The door closed
behind Betty with a heavy "thunk"
that sounded ominously final to her ears
and as she looked back and saw how solid
it was, then looked up at her Master, he
shook his head, "No way out now, slave.
It's too late to change your mind."
Betty hadn't even thought of changing her
In fact, she hadn't really thought very
much at all since she had walked into Mistress
Nikita's shop and entered the seductively-bizarre
world of Masters and Mistresses and slaves.
Until then, she had barely heard of bondage,
had never worn rubber and had only read
about slavery in history books.
She hadn't known such a world even existed,
but the hours she had spent as a rubber
slave, first to Mistress Nikita and then to
Master Donovan, had given her a taste of
bondage and obedience and submission that
she had found immensely thrilling and sexually
Especially when she had realised that Master
Donovan's chauffeur was as attracted to
her as she was to him.
Hopelessly aroused by the thought of being
dominated and controlled by him, she hadn't
been in any state to consider the possible
consequences when Mistress Nikita told her
that she was going to ask Master Donovan
to accept them both as his slaves, in order
to get the cheque she needed.
Betty had simply gone along with it without
a second thought and once she and Veronica
were dressed in their slave-costumes and
bound and gagged in the back of Master Donovan's
limousine, the overwhelming eroticism of
her plight and her total helplessness had
conspired together to permit her no real
opportunity to think things through.
With the result that she found herself behind
a locked steel door in the cellar of a Club
dedicated to bondage and slavery, at the
mercy of a Master who had made it abundantly
clear that he wanted her body ... and had the
power to take it whenever and however he
Her eyes slowly widened as she began to
realise that perhaps he really was serious
about keeping her with him and training
When she had packed her car and driven away,
she hadn't had a particular destination
in mind and had intended to make a clean
break with her past.
The few possessions she had wanted to keep
were still in her car, broken-down in a
deserted side-street, while all her documents
and identification were still sitting on
the table in the back room of Veronica's
As far as the outside world was concerned,
she had simply vanished and her car was
just another abandoned derelict, to be towed
away and crushed when the authorities got
around to it ...
Betty looked down at her breasts, lifted
and offered by the riveted latex harness
she wore, then tugged at her bound wrists,
confirming what she already knew.
There was no escape for her and as she imagined
days and weeks of being caressed and aroused
and taken by Master Richard as he taught
her how to be a real slave, she trembled
in delicious anticipation and feverish excitement
as she made a silent promise.
He wanted her to become a hot, sexy bondage-slave and Betty was determined not to disappoint him ... or herself ....
A short distance
ahead and equally helpless and aroused,
Veronica was led through a second door and
as Master Donovan chuckled and told her,
"Home at last, slave," she gulped
and stared around the large, dimly-lit room.
Dimly-lit, but not so dark that she couldn't
make out the glitter of steel chains and
manacles dangling from the ceiling and dotted
around the walls, or the bulky shapes of
numerous restraint devices bolted to the
"This is the main dungeon," he
went on casually, "There are three
other smaller ones for more intimate games
on the first floor, along with bar and lounge
facilities. The top floor is two self-contained
luxury apartments for Richard and me, but
you and Betty won't be moving in just yet."
He pointed to the far end of the dungeon, "The training-pens are over there."
Veronica followed the direction of his finger
and felt an icy chill grip her belly.
In the distant corner, a row of three small
cages stood side-by-side against the wall,
each cube made up of a lattice of steel
bars set too closely together to allow even
the thinnest of prisoners to squeeze through,
but allowing a good view of the unfortunate
Veronica moaned in anguish as the all-too-obvious
quivering of her rigidly-erect nipples and
the renewed pulse of silvery juices from
her sex betrayed the intensity of her response
to the shameful prospect of being locked
into one of the cages and exhibited like
a captive wild animal to any members of her Master's Club who wanted to inspect
his latest acquisition.
She couldn't control the flaring heat that
filled her belly as he led her to the left-hand
pen and when he removed its padlock, opened
the low, barred gate and gestured that she
should enter, she surrendered to the inevitable.
Sinking to her knees, she shuffled forward
into the cage, turning to watch with wide,
anxious eyes as he swung the door shut and
snapped the padlock into place, locking
He looked at her through the bars for five seconds, then smiled thinly as Veronica obeyed his unspoken command, straightening her spine and spreading her knees wide to display her body to him in a signal of her complete submission.
that came into play only a minute or two
later as Betty was led towards the second
training-pen by Master Richard.
It was clear from the expression of shock
in her eyes that Betty was astonished to
find Veronica imprisoned in a steel cage,
but as she came closer and saw that Veronica
knelt in the pose of a slave and made no
attempt to free herself or cover her body,
both Masters saw her battle to regain her
composure and accept the situation.
She hesitated only momentarily as Master Richard opened the second cage and by the time he padlocked the door behind her, Betty was displayed just as beautifully and submissively as Veronica.
The two Masters
gazed at the erotic sight of their caged
captives, then Richard turned to his employer
and grinned, "Wow, boss, what a fantastic
result. I can't believe they asked to be
slaves without setting any conditions."
Master Donovan nodded, "I know what
you mean, Richard and I feel the same way.
But to be fair, I suspect Mistress Nikita
wasn't thinking too clearly at the time
and made the mistake of letting herself
get distracted by the obvious pleasure that
her slave was enjoying."
"I can't argue with that," Richard
agreed cheerfully, "I was pretty distracted
myself when Betty climaxed after you spanked
"Yes, I noticed that, my friend and
that was when I began to wonder whether
Mistress Nikita was quite as dominant and
as much in control as she pretended to be.
So I just did a little fishing and waited
to see if she'd take the bait. You were
brilliant, by the way. Just the right tone
to keep her off balance and make her even
more eager to close the deal. And once the
thought of guaranteeing the contract by
agreeing to a night's slavery was in her
mind, there was never much doubt about what
she'd decide. All I had to do was play the
dominant Master and let her persuade herself
to ask me."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack
when you said no the first time she asked,"
Richard broke in.
Master Donovan smiled wryly, "Mm, that
was pushing it a bit," he admitted,
"Luckily, it turned out that I was
right about her, but I have to admit that
I was just as surprised as you when she
offered her submission without even agreeing
so much as a time limit."
"Maybe she just forgot, boss, or do
you think she wanted it that way?"
"I'm not sure, Richard, but either
way it was a real bonus and quite frankly,
it really doesn't matter any more, does
Richard shook his head emphatically, "Nope.
She's in there and we're out here with the
keys, so I reckon that settles it for her
and for Betty. And speaking of Betty, I
want to see how she looks in a proper slave-collar."
"A locking version, I imagine?"
"Naturally. Nothing but the most secure
and permanent for Betty."
"And the same for Veronica, of course,"
Master Donovan agreed, "As an ex-Mistress,
I am sure she will appreciate the need for
security, so why don't we let them both
have a short rest and a chat while we select
something suitable from the equipment room."
He moved to the cage, "On your feet,
slave, come here and turn around with your
back to the bars."
Veronica rose gracefully and obeyed, flinching
as her bare skin met the cold steel, but
making not a sound as he unbuckled her gag
and pulled the saliva-coated ball from her
Lacking the blonde's experience and understanding
of the necessity for a slave to obey without
question and remain silent until given permission
to speak, Betty yelped and wriggled as Master
Richard reached into the cage and pulled
her against the bars with an arm around
Holding her in position, he told her, "You
need a lesson in obedience, slave,"
and his free hand rose to her right breast
and gave her stiff nipple a quick, hard
She jerked and squealed to the pain that
flashed through the tender bud and immediately
received a second much longer pinch, even
harder than the first, accompanied by a
callous ultimatum, "If you move again
or make another sound, you'll earn yourself
more of the same."
Betty froze in horror, not wanting to believe
that her Master could be so ruthless, but
as his fingers eased their tight grip and
began to roll her suffering nipple between
his thumb and forefinger, she realised that
his cruelty had a deliberate purpose.
He was training her ...
She could disobey him and be punished, or
obey and be forced to submit to his demands
without being permitted even a hint of protest
Either choice would reinforce his dominance
and power over her…but one would be painful
and achieve nothing because he would simply
punish her until she had to obey him anyway.
And that was when Betty suddenly understood
why Veronica had become so passive and docile.
She already knew what Betty had just discovered.
That it was not only futile for a slave
to attempt to defy a Master, but also dangerously
In his own dungeon, he was quite literally,
Master of all he surveyed and any slave
who failed to appreciate that simple truth
was asking for more trouble than she could
Until that moment of realisation, Betty
saw that she had still been thinking of
Master Richard as little more than a potential
lover ... albeit an unusually inventive and
deliciously kinky lover with a highly-developed
taste for bondage and domination ... and herself
as his willing partner in what she had believed
was only an extremely erotic and enjoyable
But now she knew that he was much, much
more than that.
He was a genuine, real-life Master and even
as inexperienced as she was, Betty had learned
enough to know that such Masters didn't
have lovers or partners ... they had slaves.
Compliant, obedient, well-disciplined slaves.
Trained to serve and give pleasure to their
Masters in any way demanded of them ... and
mercilessly punished if they failed.
Slaves who had no choice but to submit and
strive to avoid the wrath of a dissatisfied
His fingers toyed gently with her nipple,
caressing and stroking the engorged knob
until her pain was replaced by waves of
building arousal ... but even though his touch
sent ripples of almost-intolerable sensual
pleasure through her breast, Betty dared
not let herself respond as she longed to.
She had been ordered not to move or make
a sound and his fingers could easily…frighteningly
easily ... inflict a terrible retribution if
she was foolish enough to disobey.
Master Richard let his fingers tighten just
enough to hold her nipple hostage, "I
see you get the message, slave. I didn't
think it would take long if I supplied the
He gave a brief squeeze to her nipple, then
took his hands away and removed her gag,
chuckling in amusement as Betty remained
absolutely motionless and silent.
Beside him, Master Donovan clicked his fingers,
Instantly, Veronica turned to face him and
fell to her knees with her body displayed,
"Yes, my Master?"
"You will use the time while Master
Richard and I are choosing your collars
to explain to slave Betty what is required
of you both. Is that clear, slave?"
"Yes, Master. I am to teach her the
duties of a slave."
"I doubt you will have time for that,"
Master Donovan smiled, "And I suspect
Master Richard would prefer to teach his
slave many of her duties personally. No,
slave, you will merely explain and demonstrate
the basic display positions and ensure that
she knows how to behave in the presence
"I understand, my Master."
His smile faded and Veronica swallowed nervously
as his tone hardened, "I hope you do,
slave, because I shall hold you responsible
for her performance and if Master Richard
feels the need to apply any corrective discipline
to his slave, you will receive the same
She gasped in dismay, knowing that there
was not the slightest chance of her teaching
Betty enough to satisfy her Master in the
short time that was all she would be given.
It usually took many hours for a new slave
to learn how to display her body properly ... and
often days of strict training and even stricter
discipline before obedience became so ingrained
that she would hold her position no matter
Betty might have an hour ...
Failure was inevitable and in failing, Betty
would condemn herself and Veronica to whatever
punishment the Masters considered fitting.
There was nothing she could say except, "Yes, Master," and hold her submissive pose as he and Master Richard walked away ...
As the door closed
behind the two men, Veronica rose to her
feet and hurried to the bars that separated
her from Betty.
"Betty? Betty, are you OK? Talk to
me, honey. They're gone for a while so we
"They'll come back though, won't they,
Veronica? And when they do, they're going
to collar us as slaves, aren't they?"
Betty walked slowly over to the bars that
separated her from Veronica and looked at
her companion with wide, brown eyes.
Veronica hesitated, then nodded, "Yes,
honey, I'm afraid so. I'm really sorry,
Betty, I didn't mean to get you into this
mess. It's all my fault. I was an idiot
and made a stupid mistake, you see, but
I didn't realise until we were already tied
up and in the back of the car."
"That's what they were talking about
just now, wasn't it? The bit about setting
conditions and time limits and stuff?"
Veronica nodded miserably, "I can't
believe I just forgot. I've never done that
"But what difference does it make?"
Betty frowned, "I mean, they can't
keep us here forever, against our will,
can they? Sooner or later they'll have to
untie us and what's to stop us just leaving
or even going to the Police and having them
Veronica stared at the puzzled brunette
for several seconds, then shook her head,
"You don't understand, Betty,"
she said gently, "They're going to
collar us and train us as full slaves."
"So what?" Betty frowned, "I
don't see why that changes anything."
"Oh, Betty, it changes everything!"
Veronica corrected her, "We'll be taught
to obey them and submit to them and serve
them until it becomes so natural and normal
for us to be their slaves that we won't
even want to argue or resist when they arouse
us and torment us and take us."
Betty's eyes gleamed, "But hang on,
Veronica. I thought that was what we both
wanted them to do to us? Isn't that why
we agreed to go with them?"
For an instant, Veronica was nonplussed,
"Well ... Yes ... No ... Look, Betty, that's not
what I meant. You still don't get it. We
were only supposed to be slaves for one
night. It was a game, but this isn't a game
any more. They want to make us their slaves
for real and if we let them, we won't have
any choice about obeying them and pleasing
Betty's eyes dropped to the damp stains
at Veronica's belly and she gave a soft
smile, "Are you quite sure you really
want a choice about being Master Donovan's
slave?" she asked slowly, "I think
you want to wear his collar and belong to
him and serve him as a slave just as much
as I want to submit to Master Richard."
Veronica stared numbly at her Betty for
a long, silent moment, then shuddered helplessly
and whispered, "You're right, honey,
I do. I want him so much I can't think straight
any more. He turns me on and every time
he looks at me or orders me to obey him,
I get so wet and aroused that I want to
beg him to take me there and then."
Betty nodded, "I know how you feel.
I'm just the same with Master Richard,"
she paused and took a deep breath, "So
I guess neither of us has much choice, do
we? Because we're already their slaves,
even if they don't know it yet ..."
The two women gazed at each other, then
Veronica licked her lips nervously, "Are
you quite sure about doing this, Betty?"
she asked quietly, "I wasn't joking
when I said that we'd be trained until slavery
became normal for us, you know. By the time
the Masters finish training us, they'll
know that we would never betray them by
escaping and going to the Police. We'll
be slaves, Betty ... full, willing, obedient
and totally submissive sex-slaves. We won't
even want to be free anymore and we never
will be. Not ever, honey, not even for a
Listening intently to Veronica, Betty's eyes grew wider and wider as she heard the fate which lay in store for her and fought a losing battle to control the heat which surged in her belly as she imagined a lifetime of submission.
"... so you see, honey, once you accept
your collar, you belong to your Master and
he owns you and can do whatever he wishes
Betty thought she saw a way out, "Wait
a second, Veronica," she said quickly,
"You just said "once I accept
my collar." What if I don't? What if
we both refuse?"
Veronica gazed into Betty's eyes and gave
a sad, wistful smile, "Yes, that would
work, Betty. If you really can't bring yourself
to accept your collar and become a slave
of your own free will, then the Master's
won't force you. You see, no matter how
it looks, a Master wants and needs his slave
to submit to his dominance voluntarily and
happily. No Master wants a miserable, unhappy
slave whose only ambition is to escape from
him, so it has to be something the slave
really wants to do and is prepared to give
up her freedom for. It can't work any other
way, so if you insist, I'm quite certain
they'll let you go."
"What about you?" Betty protested,
"You make it sound as if it's only
me ..." she broke off with a startled
gasp, "That's it, isn't it? You're
going to stay!"
Veronica squirmed as Betty glared at her,
"I…I have to," she admitted slowly,
"I can't help myself, Betty. I've always
known that I wouldn't be a Mistress forever
and that one day I would meet the man who
was going to be my true Master and make
me face what I really am and really want.
And as soon as I met Master Donovan, I knew
he was the one I'd been waiting for."
"Oh, damn," Betty exclaimed, "Damn,
damn, damn!" and as Veronica stared
at her in surprise, the brunette gave a
rueful chuckle, "That was the one thing
I didn't want to hear you say. I thought
if I could persuade you to say, "No"
then I'd have an excuse to back out, too.
But if you're going to stay, I guess I'd
better keep you company."
Veronica's mouth opened, but before she
could argue, Betty hurried on, "It's
OK, Veronica, I'm not being noble or anything
like that. I'm doing it for me, because
I want to. All my life I've dreamed of having
a real adventure with a man who would appreciate
me and want me and would do anything to
have me, even if it was dangerous or frightening
or even illegal. And all my life, all I
ever met were men who wanted a safe, steady
life with a safe, steady job and a safe,
steady wife to stay at home and look after
the house and cook the dinner for them.
That's why I got in my car and drove away,
And then the car broke down and I met you
and the Masters and I think I've found what
I was looking for. So if you stay, I stay.
I may live to regret it, but at least I'm
going to live and do my damnedest to enjoy
every second of it."
She stared defiantly at Veronica, her eyes
gleaming with excitement and determination.
Veronica giggled, "OK, OK, I surrender,
honey. I'm too scared to argue with you.
I just hope that Master Richard knows what
he's let himself in for."
Betty grinned, "Maybe that's why Masters
keep their slaves tied up," she suggested
and Veronica nodded, her eyes going to Betty's
large and prominent breasts.
"That and one or two other reasons,"
she agreed, then added seriously, "All
right then, Betty. It's time for work. We
don't have long and there's a lot you need
to learn if you're going to be a collared
slave, so let's get on with it and hope
our Masters aren't too hard to please ..."
But that was a faint hope and Veronica knew it ...
Time had simply
flown past as Veronica schooled Betty in
the correct positions she would have to
assume when in the presence of Masters.
Standing and kneeling, on her belly or back,
even awaiting punishment, there was a specific
pose for each and though Betty did her utmost
to learn them all, there was nowhere near
enough time for her to reach the level of
graceful perfection that Veronica knew would
be demanded by the Masters.
And as she heard the door open and the sound of footsteps, she only had time to whisper, "Kneeling display, Betty and don't forget you must stay perfectly still and silent. Good luck, honey."
In the centre
of her cage, Betty went to her knees, concentrating
hard to remember to keep her toes together
and her thighs spread wide as she sat back
on her haunches and hollowed her spine to
push her breasts forwards, while simultaneously
pulling her shoulders back and arching her
It was a pose that displayed her superbly,
hiding nothing and revealing every curve
and hollow of her body and as she tightened
her belly muscles to accentuate the soft
swells of her hips and breasts, Betty was
intensely aware that every nerve ending
in her body was tingling in a way she had
never experienced before.
Her senses seemed to be heightened, her
vision sharper, her hearing more acute and
even her skin far more sensitive to the
stray currents of warm air that gently caressed
her body with invisible tendrils.
It was an extraordinarily pleasurable feeling,
almost as if her body had always been anaesthetised
and was only now awakening from a long,
deep sleep and as Master Richard walked
up to her cage and stood gazing down at
her, Betty felt a bright, hot flame of lust
ignite in her belly.
"You look beautiful, Betty. A lovely,
obedient slave before her Master,"
he said, his not-quite-steady voice belying
his efforts to stay calm and in control,
"But you are not, yet, a true slave.
Not until you ask to be collared as final
proof of your willingness to submit as my
full and permanent slave."
He reached down into the bag that lay at
his feet and took out a broad, flat band
of polished black rubber, holding it in
both hands as he showed it to Betty, "If
you choose to submit, this will be the slave-collar
you will wear," he told her flatly,
"It will be locked and you will be
unable to remove it from around your throat.
It is my property and you will be my property,
to use as I see fit. You may have one minute
to make your choice and tell me your decision."
Betty stared at the collar cradled in his
strong hands and gulped as she saw that
it was much wider and thicker and heavier-looking
than she had anticipated.
She had imagined it would be more like a
ribbon or a necklace, a symbolic token of
her willing submission rather than the stark,
functional and effective control-device
it clearly was.
There would be no escaping its tight embrace
and Betty shivered as she realised that
it would be almost impossible to conceal,
its very presence and obvious purpose marking
her as a full slave.
Her belly kicked powerfully at the thought
of being so shamefully and easily identifiable,
then kicked again as she noted the four
heavy rings equally-spaced around the collar
and imagined her Master using them to leash
her like a pet animal and lead her wherever
The helpless response of her body to the
prospect of the thrilling subjugation and
humiliation that must inevitably follow
her acceptance of her collar, only served
to confirm the rightness of the decision
she had already made and she raised her
eyes to her Master's handsome face, meeting
his gaze as calmly as she could.
"Well, Betty, have you made your choice?"
Betty nodded without speaking, then took
a deep breath, understanding that it would
be her very last as a free woman and that
the next seconds would change her life forever,
"I choose to submit, my Master and
ask to be collared as your full and permanent
Instantly, her belly churned and swirled
with furious heat and as her eyes widened
and she fought not to break her pose, Master
Richard nodded, "I accept. You are
now my slave and subject to discipline.
Move to my feet and receive your collar."
Still on her knees, Betty shuffled forward,
suppressing a shudder as her naked breasts
met the cold steel of the bars.
He reached through the cage to press the
collar against her throat, then squeezed
the ends together behind her neck.
There was a metallic "click" closely
followed by two more and as he took his
hands away, Betty realised that the black
rubber was only the outer cover of the device.
Under its polished surface, the collar was
made of steel.
Locked, inescapable steel ...
Her belly pulsed uncontrollably to the uncompromising
weight and strength of the collar she wore
and could not remove and as the full extent
of her slavery etched itself into her reeling
brain, Betty quivered and trembled in helpless
submission to an orgasm that sent a river
of juices trickling from her sex.
Her Master gazed down into her shocked eyes
as she climaxed at his feet and gave a cruel
chuckle, "I didn't give you permission
to come, slave," he told her, "A
trained slave would be punished for a mistake
like that. But as you are new, I shall be
lenient, just this once. But only this once.
Do it again and you will be disciplined
Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked and swung the cage door open,
slave. Standing display with your back to
Betty knew she must obey or be punished
and with a low moan, forced herself to overcome
the desire to fall to her belly and curl
into a writhing ball of orgasmic surrender.
Shuddering with need, she shuffled through
the low door on her knees and staggered
to her feet, pressing her naked spine against
the steel cage and parting her legs widely,
displaying her obedience to his will and
revealing the glistening snakes of her lust
as they oozed from her palpitating sex.
Her humiliation at being so totally exposed
grew stronger as she realised that Master
Donovan had not yet collared Veronica and
that they were both watching her subjugation,
one with evident amusement and pleasure,
the other with helpless sympathy for her
With a lack of urgency that reflected total
confidence in his power to dominate and
control Betty, Master Richard took four
individual rubber-covered steel cuffs from
his bag and snapped them on her spread legs
at her ankles and above her knees, the self-locking
mechanisms clicking as they clamped snugly
on her soft flesh.
Betty's eyes filled with dismay as she saw
him take four padlocks from the bag, but
she made no attempt to resist as he connected
each of her cuffs to the bars of the cage
behind her, locking her in position and
removing any possibility of her closing
her gaping thighs.
"Bend forward, slave. Body parallel
to the floor."
The blunt command permitted no argument
and as she thrust her head down to the level
of her own waist, Betty trembled wildly
to the sight of her naked breasts dangling
beneath her like fruit waiting to be plucked
from a tree.
Her white latex cuffs were unbuckled from
her wrists, but her partial freedom was
short-lived as more of the locked steel
versions that restrained her legs were fitted
to her wrists and above her elbows.
"Arms up and out to the corners of
Four more padlocks secured her in a wide
standing spread-eagle and as her Master
stepped back to inspect her steel-bound
nudity, the scorching heat of submissive
arousal in her belly and the incredibly
exciting sensation of absolute vulnerability
and helplessness that filled her brain,
brought an impassioned plea from her lips.
"Please, Master ... Please, I beg you,
Master ... Take me ...Take your slave, Master ..."
The tall dominant smiled coldly, "Oh,
I shall, slave," he replied menacingly,
"But not yet," and before Betty
could make another sound, he forced her
mouth open and buckled the ball-gag deep
between her jaws.
A disbelieving wail of misery turned to
an anguished gasp as his fingers captured
both her nipples and pinched the stone-hard
buds, "I told you, slave. You only
get one free mistake and you've had yours.
Now, keep quiet or I'll show you what a
real punishment is."
Betty had no idea what form a "real"
punishment might take and had no wish to
find out and as he pinched her nipples again,
she bit down hard on the rubber ball in
her mouth to hold back a squeal of pained
despair as she was taught that disobedience,
no matter how minor or well-justified, was
something that she, as a slave, could no
After a third cruel pinch, endured in total
silence, her Master released her nipples
and chuckled, "That's one way to discipline
you, slave. There are lots of others, much
worse, so be warned. You asked to be a slave
and now you are, so you'd better get it
into that pretty head of yours that slaves
obey. Got it?"
Betty gulped and nodded quickly and he chuckled again, "Good. Then pay attention and we'll see if Veronica remembers that," and he turned to Master Donovan, "OK, boss, mine's ready. Over to you."
every moment of Betty's collaring from her
kneeling display pose in the centre cage,
her feelings a confused mixture of pride
at how well the brunette had performed,
sympathy for her humiliation at climaxing
so helplessly in front of her Master, dismay
as she was spread-eagled and, finally, alarm
as Betty succumbed to her passion and made
the mistake of pleading for her Master's
attentions, thereby earning herself a punishment
that Veronica knew she would be forced to
share at some later point.
Each stage of the brunette's subjugation
sent Veronica's own arousal spiralling higher
and as she heard Master Richard hand over
to Master Donovan and understood that the
moment of her own irrevocable submission
had arrived, her belly boiled and seethed
with furious heat, needing only a touch
to trigger the devastating orgasm that blazed
"Thank you, my friend," Master
Donovan gazed down at Veronica, his experienced
eyes noting the unmistakable signs of her
need in the tremors that rippled the flesh
of her belly and breasts.
Without a word, he unlocked the cage and
pointed to a spot on the floor near his
Hampered by her bound arms, Veronica was
nevertheless on the indicated place in seconds,
her eyes wide with anguished humiliation
but her trembling body perfectly displayed.
For a full minute, he simply ignored her,
deliberately underlining the unbridgeable
gulf between a Master and slave and forcing
Veronica to confront the fact that she no
longer had any control over her situation.
Then he began to speak in calm, measured
tones, "In all my experience as a Master,
I have never known or even heard of a single
instance where a Mistress….a well-known
and highly-respected Mistress of a thriving
fetish and bondage business in this case ... has
offered herself without reservation or limit
as a full and permanent slave. You, my dear,
are unique and in recognition of that very
rarest of qualities, I have decided to give
you an unparalleled opportunity. A chance
to change your mind and withdraw your submission
to me. If you wish, I will release you and
you may leave with a cheque for our contract
in your pocket."
Veronica gasped in total astonishment, taken
aback by words she had never expected to
hear from a Master ... and certainly not Master
It was an incredibly generous offer which,
if accepted, would restore her freedom and
give her back control of her life.
"I leave it to you, my dear, but of
course if you do decide to leave, I am afraid
it will be impossible for you ever to return
here. It would be rather ... difficult ... for
me to accept you as Mistress Nikita now that
I have seen you as the slave Veronica."
She stole a glance at Betty and saw horrified
shock in the brunette's eyes as she realised
that Veronica might walk away and leave
her chained and helpless, at the mercy of
two dominant Masters, then she lifted her
eyes to Master Donovan and shivered to the
blazing slave-heat that surged through her
belly as she felt again the ruthless power
and authority that radiated from him as
he caught and held her gaze with his own.
"However," he added firmly, his
voice taking on an edge that sent an icy
thrill of delicious fright rippling up her
spine, "Should you choose to remain,
I shall spare no effort to ensure that your
service as my slave is as complete and perfect
as I can make it."
His words made Veronica's options stark
Leave as a free and wealthy woman ... or stay
and face a life of endless subjugation and
It should have been a simple decision to
But Veronica hesitated.
To accept his offer meant abandoning Betty
to a fate for which Veronica knew she was
at least partly responsible.
And she might never see Master Donovan again
or feel the intense excitement and desire
that filled her body and brain at the very
thought of submitting herself to his absolute
She had played the role of slave in bondage
games with other Masters and although she
had enjoyed them, she had never, inside
her own mind, submitted fully.
They had been just very pleasurable diversions,
a few hours of amusement for all parties
with no suggestion of permanence involved.
But none of those other Masters had ever
produced the same spine-tingling thrill
of anticipation and fear and deeply-submissive
longing that Veronica felt every time Master
Donovan looked at her and she knew that
if she accepted his slave-collar, he would
not be content to let her merely play the
With his steel locked around her throat, she would be given no choice but to become his full and permanent slave.
Her simple decision
was the hardest Veronica had ever had to
make and she could only hope and pray that
she would make the right one for her, because
once committed, there would be no going
She licked her dry lips and gave her answer,
"I would like to stay if you will accept
me, my Master."
"As a slave," it was not a question
and they both knew it.
"Yes, Master. As a permanent and willing
Master Donovan nodded, "Very well,"
and as Veronica watched numbly, he took
her slave-collar from the bag at Master
Richard's feet and placed it around her
The "click" of internal locks
signalled the end of her freedom and the
beginning of her service as a slave and
as the finality and magnitude of what she
had done sank into her brain, Veronica shuddered
helplessly and struggled in vain to hold
back the tidal wave of heated juices that
exploded into her belly to the knowledge
that Master Donovan owned her and was in
control of every aspect of her life and
He frowned as her belly convulsed, "I
expected better from you, slave," he
snapped, "You clearly lack discipline
and need to be made aware of what is required
of you. Follow me."
Veronica had not been given permission to
rise from her knees and as he strode across
the dungeon, she had no choice but to hurry
after him in a clumsy, humiliating shuffle,
her naked breasts jiggling and her sex leaking
silver droplets of her juices onto the floor
to mark her uncomfortable progress.
Her blue eyes widened in horror as she saw
where he was leading her.
The wooden frame held a frighteningly-impressive
range of leather and rubber whips and as
she reached his feet and instantly straightened
her spine to display her body as the slave
she now was, he selected one with a thick,
dark blue handle and twenty or more long
rubber thongs, "Yes, this one I think.
It should produce some excellent results.
Open your mouth."
He thrust the handle deep into her mouth,
ordering, "Keep it there and I had
better not find any teeth-marks when I use
it on you," then strode back to the
cage, leaving Veronica to follow as best
she could, on her knees, with her soft lips
clamped tightly around the rubber shaft
and the thongs trailing across her breasts
As she made her laborious way back to the cages with the means of her own punishment bulging her cheeks and sliding over her naked flesh, Veronica could not help but be aware of a growing sense of masochistic anticipation.
The feeling of the dangling rubber thongs
swinging to and fro across her breasts and
slapping lightly against her belly and thighs
was deliciously erotic, but she knew that
her pleasure was not their main purpose.
In the hands of Master Donovan, those same
thongs would bite and snap at her body,
bringing stinging heat and pain instead
of gentle arousal, punishing and disciplining
her to obey his orders perfectly and without
He would not be gentle with her and as Veronica
faced the prospect of her first whipping
as a genuine slave, her nipples and sex
quivered with fear and excitement to a vivid
image of herself kneeling at his feet in
the punishment position, her bottom thrust
high in the air as his arm rose and fell
to send the rubber thongs cracking down
across her buttocks ...
She rose to her feet at Master Donovan's
order and stood passively as he and Master
Richard clamped steel cuffs to her ankles
and knees and then moved her feet closer
together and hobbled her with twelve inches
of heavy chain, ensuring that her steps
would be severely restricted.
Not daring to move and still gagged by the
whip's shaft in her mouth, she was relieved
as her arms were released from their stressful
position high behind her back with the tips
of her fingers just brushing her new slave-collar.
But her relief soon changed to alarm as
her wrist-cuffs were locked behind her and
she felt strong hands grip her biceps and
begin to force her upper arms inwards.
She winced as the pressure dragged her shoulders
back, then gave a soft whimper as her Master
chuckled, "Go on, Richard. Another
couple of inches. I want her elbows together.
That's almost it. Just a bit more. Right,OK, you can let go now."It made no difference to Veronica's acute
discomfort, for with her elbow-cuffs locked,
her arms were clamped immovably into a single
rigid column that permitted her no relief
from the unrelenting strain.
The thick rubber shaft almost fell to the
floor as an instinctive protest rose to
her lips, but as her Master snapped, "Drop
that and your punishment doubles, slave,"
she hollowed her cheeks to suck the handle
back into her mouth and accepted the discomfort
imposed upon her.
With a collar locked on her throat, she
was a slave and if it pleased her Master
to bind her elbows, then Veronica knew that
she would just have to get used to it.
Her belly swirled with heat as the two Masters
inspected her tightly-chained nudity, their
eyes lingering on her jutting breasts and
when Master Donovan reached forward to take
the whip from her lips and ordered her to
her knees, she obeyed instantly.
"That's more like it, slave,"
he told her, then nodded in the direction
of Betty, "Master Richard's slave has
demonstrated her obedience and has earned
a small reward. You will now give her a
climax with your lips and tongue. Begin."
Veronica froze in disbelief, then gasped
as the rubber thongs of the whip slapped
warningly across her buttocks and thighs.
"I gave you an order, slave,"
her Master said flatly, "You have two
choices. Obey now, or obey after I have
He raised the whip slowly and then lowered it as the hapless blonde surrendered and shuffled forward, her hobble-chain clinking between her ankles and her wide blue eyes fixed on Betty's gagged face ...
Chained to the cage's steel bars with a
ball-gag stretching her jaws, Betty could
only watch helplessly as Veronica was given
the opportunity to escape the slavery to
which Betty was committed and she felt a
huge surge of relief and gratitude as the
blonde chose to remain with her.
At least she would not be left alone to
endure whatever torments…and she hoped,
pleasures…her new life would entail as she
was taught to serve as a slave and with
Veronica to share the ordeal and help her
learn what was required of her, Betty felt
fairly confident that she would soon be
able to persuade Master Richard that he
didn't really need to keep her chained up
and gagged all the time.
After all, she had submitted voluntarily
to him and surely it couldn't take very
long for him to realise that she had no
intention of trying to escape and that she
was more than willing to let him have her
and use her body for his pleasure, without
needing to order her around or threatening
to punish her.
And once he understood that, then the chains
and even the collar would be unnecessary,
Her confidence took a severe knock as she
saw Veronica shuffle across the dungeon
floor with a whip clamped between her lips…and
an even bigger one as the blonde was hobbled
and her elbows pinned together behind her
back in what was clearly an extremely stressful
and uncomfortable position.
She had never had a sexual relationship
with another woman, never even kissed one
and was shocked to her very core by the
thought of being made to submit in such
a shameful and humiliating fashion to one
of her own sex….even Veronica.
But, already massively aroused and with eight padlocks holding her spread-eagled, Betty didn't have a hope of resisting and as Veronica shuffled towards her and pressed her lips to Betty's wetly-glistening sex, the helpless brunette screamed in appalled despair into her gag, her fingers clawing vainly and eyes bulging as shattering arousal speared into her belly.
Staring down past her nakedly-offered breasts,
she gaped at the blonde head between her
thighs, her belly shuddering massively as
the incredible sensations that accompanied
every touch of Veronica's lips at her labia
and clitoris sent jolts of electrifying
arousal storming through her body.
Knowing that she was only seconds away from
being made to come, Betty jerked her head
up to stare imploringly at Master Richard,
her eyes wide with supplication, but as
his lips curled into a wide grin and he
shook his head slowly from side-to-side,
she realised that he had no intention of
lifting a finger to save her.
When he had spread-eagled her to the cage,
she had simply assumed that her first full
orgasm would be to him as he exerted his
Mastery over her.
She had been prepared for that and more
than ready to begin her service as his slave,
eager to sample the novel and deliciously-erotic
experience of being taken by him while helplessly
chained and gagged and unable to resist
in any way.
But instead of the physical pleasure Betty
had anticipated sharing with him, her surrender
was to be to Veronica, while both of the
Masters simply looked on and enjoyed the
spectacle of her unavoidable sexual submission
and the display of total, unquestioning
obedience to Master Donovan's orders by
Veronica that would bring it about.
Deep down inside her, a gigantic climax
welled unstoppably upwards as Betty was
forced to confront the awesome significance
of the collar she had asked to wear and
began to understand the limitless power
and authority of the Master to whom it ... and
she ... now belonged.
And as her belly began to quiver to the
onrushing tidal-wave, Veronica sent her
tongue spearing into the hot, moist channel
of Betty's gaping sex ...
Betty's neck arched back until her eyes
gazed unseeingly at the roof high above,
every muscle locked in straining rigidity
and her whole body vibrating like a bow-string
to the overwhelming sensation of the blonde's
tongue invading and exploring the exquisitely
delicate and sensitive tissues of her most
Five seconds of unbearably sweet torture….then
Betty's orgasm exploded over her, her belly
shuddering and convulsing in huge, uncontrollable
spasms and waves of hot juices spraying
into her pulsing sex as she came and came
again, her body shot through with jolts
of savage ecstasy that set her full breasts
and stone-hard nipples jiggling madly to
every frenzied contraction.
Screaming into her gag, Betty submitted
utterly to the devastating pleasure of her
subjugation, neither knowing nor caring
that her climax was that of a full slave,
or that the intensity of her passion only
served to confirm and strengthen Master
Richard's determination and desire to impose
life-long sexual servitude upon her.
She knew only that her climax far eclipsed
anything that she had previously experienced,
opening up vistas of sheerly-incredible
satisfaction and delight that she had never
imagined or even suspected.
With her belly churning and seething in
the throes of an orgasm that had not even
begun to wane, one crystal-clear imperative
blazed like a beacon through the sexual
storm that fogged Betty's brain.
She wanted Master Richard more than she
had ever wanted anything in her whole life,
her desire and need for his touch burning
like a blow-torch in her belly as she was
forced to exhibit her absolute helplessness
and submission for his pleasure and amusement.
But Betty's desires, no matter how strong,
were no longer hers to satisfy and as her
Master grinned at her, then turned to Master
Donovan, she realised that he wasn't going
to release her from her chains and that
she would have to wait until he decided
to take her.
Her belly kicked violently to the knowledge that she had no control over her body or her fate and as she looked downwards and saw Veronica kneeling at her feet, displayed as a slave as she awaited her Master's next command, Betty whimpered softly, recognising her own future ...
had no doubt that Betty's climax to Veronica's
lips was that of a full slave and his erection
was a hard ache beneath his latex trousers
as he anticipated the moment when he would
bury his rigid shaft in the depths of her
body to confirm her submission to his Mastery.
"She's a natural boss." he chuckled,
and Donovan nodded in agreement.
"You're right, Richard. She's genuinely
submissive and extremely responsive for
a newly-collared slave. Are you going to
take her here or would you rather use one
of the private dungeons upstairs?"
Master Richard gave Betty's spread-eagled
nudity a long stare, then shook his head,
"Why waste time and energy?" he
replied casually, "She's ready for
me and nicely positioned, so I'll just have
her as she is and put her back in her cage
when I've finished."
His employer smiled, "Mm, I can quite
see why you don't wait to wait," he
said, his eyes drinking in Betty's large,
firm breasts and the silver juices glistening
between her gaping thighs, "I'm tempted
to do the same with my slave, but I think
it would be better if there were no ... distractions ... when
they serve us for the first time so I'll
take Veronica upstairs and leave you two
alone for a while."
"Before or after you whip her, boss?"
"Oh, I hadn't forgotten, Richard,"
Master Donovan swung the rubber thongs back
and forth, "As you know, I believe
in firm discipline and I have no intention
of allowing her any laxity."
He walked a short distance away, to where
a chain dangled down from the roof, then
clicked his fingers, "Here, slave.
Hampered by her stringently-bound arms,
Veronica struggled to her feet and made
her way to the indicated spot, her twelve-inch
hobble-chains restricting her to short,
mincing steps that emphasised her helplessness.
"Bend forward," Master Donovan
ordered and as she obeyed, Veronica felt
him pull down the chain and click the snap-lock
to the cuffs on her wrists.
From above her bowed head, she heard the
whine of an electric motor and gasped as
the chain shortened, pulling her arms remorselessly
upwards until they pointed at the roof and
she was bent over with her torso parallel
to the floor.
In order to maintain a precarious balance
on her 6-inch heels, she had no option but
to move her feet apart to the limit of her
hobble-chains and as the action forced her
to expose her damp sex to Master Donovan,
Veronica shivered to the knowledge of her
She could not move or defend herself and
as she saw him take a position behind and
to one side of her tautly-presented bottom
and raise his whip, she clenched her teeth,
steeling herself against the discipline
about to be visited upon her.
"Keep count of the strokes and thank
me for each one, slave," her Master
told her coldly, "If you don't, I shall
begin again as often as it takes until you
learn to obey."
The instruction was one Veronica had used
herself when training her own slaves…and
had complied with on two separate occasions
when playing the part of a slave in bondage
games with other Masters…and for a few moments,
she made the mistake of thinking that those
"pleasure-whippings" had prepared
her for the real thing.
But only until Master Donovan's strong wrist
snapped down and two dozen rubber thongs
proved her wrong ...
With a loud, sharp "splat" the
tails of the whip landed on her bottom,
each creating its own hot stripe on her
flesh, then immediately combining with the
others to form a broad, red patch of fiercely-smarting
fire across her buttocks.
For a micro-second, Veronica froze, then
weaved and jiggled madly and gave a shrill
squeal of anguished horror as blistering
heat raged through her punished bottom.
Her Master paused, then applied a second
stroke, bringing yet more frantic gyrations
and a heartfelt plea from her lips, "Mercy,
Master. No more, I beg you Master."
"Then I suggest you remember to count,
slave," he admonished her firmly, "Starting
with the next stroke as you appear to have
forgotten those you have already received."
Without giving her time to dwell on her
expensive error, he struck a third time
and as she wailed, "One, Master. Thank
you, Master," he nodded in satisfaction.
Taking his time between lashes to ensure
that Veronica felt the full, stinging impact
of his discipline, he whipped her buttocks
to a vivid, glowing red, her count and her
thanks growing shriller and more agonised
as the total rose steadily until he was
content that she had learned the lesson
of perfect, unhesitating obedience.
"Twelve, Master. Thank you, Master,"
Veronica shrieked, then sobbed in pain and
relief as he lowered his whip and tossed
it to Master Richard.
"You have been punished as a slave,"
he told her flatly, "That is what you
are. I am your Master and will not tolerate
indiscipline. If you displease me in any
way, you will be punished again."
His hands slipped between her parted thighs
and as his fingers explored the folds of
her labia and the slickly-lubricated channel
of her sex, she dared not even wriggle or
make any sound in case it might be interpreted
as an attempt to resist and earn her further
As she had admitted to Betty, Veronica had
always believed in her heart that one day
she would meet the man who would see through
the veneer of dominance and cool authority
that was her public face as Mistress Nikita
and recognise the warm, soft, submissive
woman that lay behind the disguise.
She had known Master Donovan was that man
the moment she set eyes on him….and now
she wore the chains and collar that he had
locked onto her body and was his slave.
His fingers caressed and stroked and toyed
with her and as Veronica's belly began to
swirl with a heat that soon exceeded even
the throbbing fire of her whip-reddened
buttocks, she bit her lip to prevent herself
begging for him to take her and fought not
to press her hips back towards his hands,
knowing that if she surrendered to her raging
desire, she would be whipped a second time.
Vastly experienced in the training and disciplining
of female slaves, Master Donovan quickly
built her arousal to a gasping, quivering
peak, his fingers sliding easily in the
hot juices that flowed from her sex and
betrayed the overwhelming need that she
was unable to hide or satisfy ... then held
her on the brink of orgasm, denying her
the release she craved and reinforcing the
message of her absolute submission to his
For minutes that seemed endless to Veronica
as her belly seethed and churned, he forced
her to endure the torment of being just
a fraction short of ecstasy ... and unable to
Then he turned to Richard and grinned, "It
seems to me that our new slaves are now
ready to begin their service, don't you
think, my friend?"
The tall chauffeur smiled back, "They'd
better be, boss," he agreed, running
the strands of the whip through his fingers
as he gazed at Betty's helplessly-offered
nudity, "I'd hate to be disappointed
after we've gone to so much trouble to put
them in the right mood."
"Oh, I don't believe either of us will
have that problem, Richard," Master
Donovan replied coolly, then cupped Veronica's
chin in his palm and lifted her face so
that she looked up at him, "You are
not going to disappoint me, are you, slave?"
"N…No, Master," she whispered,
"I will s…serve you well, my Master."
"Yes," he told her flatly, "You
will," and as he dropped her chin,
she trembled in fear and arousal, knowing
that if he was not completely satisfied
with her sexual performance and absolute
submission to his will, she would be punished
Releasing the chains that held her bent-over
and spread, he ordered, "Follow, slave,"
and walked towards the door without even
a backward glance to confirm her obedience.
Commanded by her Master and with her buttocks
displaying the evidence of her first disciplining
as a genuine slave, Veronica tottered after
him, her hobble-chains clinking as she hurried
to obey and as Master Richard gave a deep
chuckle, she snatched a brief glance at
Betty as she passed.
Their eyes met and in that moment, both women knew and understood that when next they met each other, it would be as full and permanent slaves ...
The heavy door
swung shut behind Veronica, cutting-off
the sound of her heels and Betty was alone
with her new Master.
Alone, incapable of resisting whatever demands
he cared to make of her gagged and heavily-chained
body and hopelessly, desperately, frighteningly
Her inescapable bondage, her enforced climax
to Veronica's lips, her intense humiliation
at being forced to submit before the eyes
of the Masters, her appalled horror at the
sight of her friend being punished ... and above
all, her knowledge that she had become a
slave and was entirely at the mercy of Master
Richard ... had all ignited a raging inferno
in her belly that she knew she would never
be able to control.
Trembling with need, she gazed longingly
at her Master, her wide brown eyes pleading
mutely for him to take her, release the
volcano of sexual tension that seethed within
her body and complete her willing submission
as his slave.
Master Richard, however, was not yet satisfied
that Betty truly understood the reality
of her situation, or of his unlimited power
But she soon would ...
Holding her eyes with his own, he lifted
the whip and flicked it sharply across her
left breast, the tips of several of the
rubber thongs snapping across her engorged
nipple to bring a breathy squeal of shock
from behind her gag.
Betty flinched and tried to squirm away
from the sudden stinging heat that shot
through her delicate bud, but she had been
bound by her Master and as he slowly raised
the whip a second time and brought it down
on her right breast, she gasped in pained
anguish and writhed helplessly in her chains,
unable to avoid the torment it pleased him
to inflict on her.
She didn't know why she was being punished
or what she could do to make amends and
as he whipped each of her breasts in turn,
she whimpered and gasped and winced, her
brain reeling as she tried to imagine what
she could possibly have done to displease
The explanation, when it came, was stunningly
simple and totally appalling in its implications
for Betty's future.
Master Richard lowered the whip and gazed
approvingly at her pinkly-glowing breasts
and rock-hard nipples, "You seem to
have enjoyed that almost as much as I did,
slave," he told her casually, "I
suspected you would from the way you climaxed
when Master Donovan spanked you back at
the sex-shop. And now that you're my slave,
I shall whip you whenever I choose."
Betty stared numbly at him and realised
that he was perfectly serious.
He was going to whip her simply because
he liked it…and there was nothing she could
do to stop him.
To her intense humiliation, she felt her
smarting nipples quiver and her belly spasm
powerfully to release a trickle of juices
from her sex as the eroticism of her plight
sank into her brain.
She had submitted voluntarily as the slave
of a strong and utterly ruthless Master
and even if she was now beginning to have
second thoughts about the wisdom of her
decision, it was far too late to change
Especially when he saw the betraying sheen
of wetness between her thighs and chuckled
with pleasure at the undeniable evidence
of her arousal.
"Ah, so you like the idea of being whipped by me, do you, Betty? Good.
you should really love this," and before
she could think of a way to deny his words,
he swung the whip in a lazy arc.
All twenty rubber thongs snapped upwards
between her widely-straddled thighs and
her eyes bulged in disbelief, her neck arching
backwards as every strand found its mark
on and over and in the moist, tender, almost-unbearably
sensitive folds of her labia and clitoris
to send a huge jolt of arousal mixed with
tingling heat straight into the core of
Betty's fingers curled into claws, a shrill
scream leaking past her gag and her head
jerking forward, shaking wildly from side-to-side
in frantic denial as the whip rose again.
It was too much ... too intense ... she could never
endure such exquisite, overwhelmingly pleasurable
Her Master grinned, then flicked his wrist
and as a second lash burned into her defenceless
sex, Betty wailed in anguish and despair,
her eyes filled with the devastating realisation
that she had no choice but to endure whatever
he chose to force her to endure.
His power and control over her was absolute,
just as Veronica had warned her that it
would be and as he watched her calmly, letting
the full extent of her helplessness become
clear to her, Betty shuddered in fearful
excitement and arousal, unable to resist
the sexual heat churning through her belly
as she waited for the pain or pleasure he
could impose on her so easily.
Bending forward, he encircled her right
nipple with his lips, sucking the swollen
bud into the moist, wet cavern of his mouth,
flicking and rolling her flesh with his
tongue to send massive waves of electrifying
arousal raging through her breast as she
squealed into her gag.
In a matter of seconds, Betty's nipple became
a rigid, stone-hard knob of engorged, achingly-sensitive
flesh, quivering wildly to every touch of
his lips and as he paused for a moment to
grin up into her pleading eyes and murmured,
"Mmmm. Delicious, slave. I've been
wanting to do this…and a lot more…from the
first moment I saw you," her belly
kicked powerfully and a spray of hot juices
burst from her sex.
It was what she had wanted, too…had wanted
and still wanted…but Betty's wishes were
no longer hers to satisfy and as his lips
moved to her left breast, she whimpered
in desperation, pleading wordlessly to be
given the climax that seethed and churned
in her belly.
With both of her nipples fully erect, she
stared downwards, her face reddening as
he squatted before her and subjected her
to an embarrassing scrutiny of every fold
and hollow of her exposed and shamefully-wet
labia and clitoris, then let one finger
trail lightly up and down the full length
of her offered sex.
Already inflamed beyond any hope of self-control,
Betty responded quite instinctively, her
spine hollowing to arch her pelvis forward
towards his finger in an effort to impale
herself and trigger her orgasm, her need
so great that she was unable to care what
her action betrayed about her desire to
submit and be taken by him.
Even a Master as experienced as Master Richard
was not proof against such genuine passion
and as he rose to his feet, Betty gasped
in relief, assuming that she was about to
be given the sexual release she needed so
And she was ... although not quite in the way she expected and imagined ...
To her stunned disbelief, she watched the
whip rise and come hissing down to snap
and burn across her full breasts and erect
nipples, then whisk upwards between her
thighs as her ruthless Master pleasure-whipped
her towards her first full orgasm as a total
Screaming and writhing in her bonds, Betty
tried to hold back, fighting to deny the
incredible sensations of shattering arousal
and utter, helpless subjugation that raged
through her body and brain as every stroke
of the whip forced her passion higher until
her climax towered over her like an avalanche
about to fall and engulf her.
Until Master Richard snapped, "Submit
to me as your Master and come as the slave
you are and will always be."
Betty's futile resistance collapsed as his
harsh command seared through her brain and
as the awesome reality of her helpless plight
became shockingly clear to her, she was
sent hurtling into a climax of enormous
power and depth.
Her body arched into a straining bow, fingers
clawed and neck thrown back, a shrill wail
of anguish torn from her throat as her belly
convulsed madly and great foaming waves
of scalding juices erupted upwards to burst
from her pulsing sex in response to the
demands of her Master and her own overwhelming
desire to satisfy the blazing sexual heat
his merciless torment had unleashed within
And as Betty juddered and spasmed to the
giant contractions of her enforced sexual
submission and exhibited the full extent
of her intense need to his hard gaze, her
brain quailed to a growing conviction that
she had disastrously under-estimated not
only his frighteningly strong determination
to turn her into a full and genuine slave ... but
also her own unexpectedly-powerful reaction
to being so utterly helpless and at his
He had whipped her while she was chained
to the cage and unable to resist, then plundered
her breasts and belly without the smallest
consideration for her wishes or needs.
Using her body exactly as he chose.
Toying with her and enjoying the frantic
responses she couldn't hold back or conceal.
As a Master, using a slave for his pleasure
Betty groaned in humiliation as her belly
pulsed again to the memory of his lips and
fingers exploring her defenceless body and
as she stared down at the pink stripes adorning
the taut upper curves of her full breasts,
an icy ripple of alarm and apprehension
slid up her naked spine.
Despite Victoria's warnings of what Betty's
fate would be if she accepted her collar
and the slavery that would come with it,
despite the humiliation of being forced
to submit to Victoria's lips rather than
to Master Richard, despite, even, the evidence
of seeing Victoria disciplined and tormented
by Master Donovan, Betty had still not fully
understood the life-changing significance
of her decision to request Master Richard
to accept her as his slave.
With no real experience of a true Master/slave
relationship, she had imagined that the
collar and chains she wore were merely props
in an adult sex-game, a sort of window-dressing
to add spice to the fantasy of domination
and submission she was sharing with Master
But the incredible depth and fury of the
sexual storm that raged through her chained
and spread-eagled body as she was whipped
into an orgasm that she could not control
or resist, had shattered her cosy, rose-tinted
dreams of what her slavery to Master Richard
would be like.
She knew that she had never come so deeply
ever before, or surrendered so completely
and as she began to understand that what
she had already endured was only a small
foretaste of her future as a permanent slave,
Betty lifted wide, frightened eyes from
her breasts and met the cool gaze of her
Holding her eyes with his own, Master Richard
lifted his whip again, but as Betty gasped
and flinched in anticipation of its stinging
bite, he chuckled softly and laid it over
her shoulder so that its handle nestled
into the valley between her breasts, "I
think we'll leave it there for the time
being, slave," he told her, "Just
in case you need a little encouragement
to serve me properly."
Betty shivered, recognising the warning,
then watched numbly as he casually undid
the waist-band of his grey latex trousers
and slid the skin-tight rubber down his
thighs to free his large and stiffly-erect
Chained to the cage and spread hopelessly
wide, Betty was ideally positioned to be
taken and as his hard flesh pressed against
her labia, then forced the engorged lips
aside and sank into the depths of her slickly-lubricated
sex, she could only whimper and gasp in
helpless acceptance as her Master inched
forward until his shaft was embedded to
its full length within her.
Relishing the tight, moist heat of her belly
and the instinctive clenching of her internal
muscles around his maleness as her body
responded to his presence, he looked down
into her gagged face and gave several powerful
thrusts of his hips.
Betty squealed into her gag and stared wildly upwards as his rigid shaft impaled her, but was incapable of stopping him and as he grinned and chuckled, "Welcome to your new life, slave," a torrent of boiling juices erupted into her belly to the stunning knowledge that this man…this strong, ruthless and utterly dominant Master…owned her and had the power to take her and use her however he chose, whether she was willing or not ...
From the first
moment he had walked into Mistress Nikita's
store and seen Betty bound and gagged and
dressed in the uniform of a latex maid,
Master Richard had been obsessed by the
idea of collaring her and training her to
become his obedient and fully-subjugated
And when Mistress Nikita made the mistake
of forgetting to put a time-limit on the
service she offered to his boss, Master
Donovan, on behalf of herself and Betty,
he had recognised his opportunity.
Now, Mistress Nikita was simply Veronica the
slave…and Betty was his ...
Giving free rein to the lust that surged through his veins, he set about the immensely-pleasurable task of imposing his absolute Mastery over Betty and enforcing her total and irreversible submission to his will ...
Racked by the
massive contractions of her orgasm, Betty
gasped in alarm as Master Richard began
to take her with long, hard thrusts, his
rigid shaft pulling back and then plunging
deep into the seething whirlpool of her
belly to send wave after wave of devastating,
ever-increasing havoc racing through her
fettered body and denying her the possibility
of recovering any fragment of self-control.
The inferno of sexual heat in her body grew
hotter and hotter still, consuming her in
a white-hot furnace of her own fierce lust
as her belly shuddered and kicked madly
and her internal muscles enfolded her Master's
flesh in a vice-like grip and drew him deeper
into the bubbling core of her femininity,
even as she shook her head in futile denial
of the awesome extent of her submissive
passion and her shocked eyes pleaded for
But instead of heeding her mute entreaty,
Master Richard's strong fingers captured
her full breasts, his thumbs and fingers
rolling and squeezing the aching hardness
of her nipples.
Bolts of electric arousal mixed with sharp
twinges of cruel pain shot through her helplessly-offered
buds and Betty screamed shrilly as the additional
torment forced her over the precipice of
her climax and her belly exploded in volcanic
convulsions as she was sent hurtling downwards
into the abyss ...
From deep in her belly, heated jets of her
juices sprayed over his embedded shaft and
she wrenched madly at the steel confining
her limbs, fingers curling into claws and
eyes bulging in horrified disbelief to the
unbearable hurricane of sexual ecstasy that
stormed through every fibre and nerve-ending
of her body as her first full slave-orgasm
burst over her.
There was no way for Betty to hold back
and as her Master increased the speed and
depth of his lunges, she wailed in anguished
surrender and her belly convulsed again
and again, pouring out floods of juices
as his iron-hard erection ravaged her without
mercy and she shuddered in helpless submission
to his ruthless plundering.
And as he neared his peak and she felt his
shaft begin to twitch and jerk inside her,
Betty's third climax broke and she shrieked
in frantic welcome as her whole body flamed
with the incandescent heat of her ultimate
subjugation to the inflexible will and irresistible
masculine power of her utterly-dominant
Straining against the chains which held
her, Betty arched her spine into a deep
hollow, pushing her hips forward and offering
herself as fully as possible, her sex pulsing
around his maleness as she fought to pull
him still further into her body in a desperate
bid to extinguish the raging fires of her
need, her eyes filled with a terrible longing
she was no longer able to conceal.
With a final, almost brutal thrust, her
Master groaned with pleasure, then hosed
powerful jets of his spend into the boiling
cauldron of her pounding belly and as he
set the seal on her final capitulation,
Betty stiffened into immobility, every muscle
locked in the undreamed-of ecstasy of a
full slave's submission to her Master.
For ten endless seconds, Betty was frozen,
her mind quailing as it confronted the awesome
immensity of true slavery….then she gave
a full-blooded scream into her gag and her
breasts and belly shook and contorted in
frenzied spasms as foaming gouts of blistering
juices crashed through her belly and sex
to blend with those of her Master as Betty
came with incredible passion and intensity,
far outstripping anything she had ever known
before….or even imagined was possible.
Through shocked, staring eyes, Betty gaped
up at Master Richard's face and as she saw
the triumphant, knowing smile curving his
lips, she moaned in horrified understanding.
Knowing that he recognised, as she did,
just how deeply and totally she had submitted
to his Mastery of her.
Submitted as his slave, unconditionally.
And she knew beyond any possibility of doubt, that he would never permit her to withdraw or renegotiate that submission.
Just as Veronica
had warned her, the road to irrevocable
slavery was a one-way street and with a
steel collar locked about her throat, there
was no way back for Betty.
For good or ill, she was committed to the path she had chosen and as her mind visualised a lifetime of unquestioning obedience, strictly-enforced discipline and unending sexual servitude to her powerful and utterly dominant Master, Betty trembled in fearful anticipation of the demands he would make of her as she was trained to serve him as the fiercely-hot, hopelessly-responsive and ultimately-submissive bondage- and sex-slave that he would force her to become.
In her search for adventure and a fresh start, she had come a long way from her dull, boring hometown….much, much further than she had ever anticipated and in a totally different direction….but as she felt liquid fire blaze through her belly and recognised it for the uncontrollable slave-heat that it was, Betty knew that she had finally reached her destination and her destiny.
Betty's travels were over and she was, forever, a slave ...