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.

"Any luck?"

"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 locks.

"Any last words? After this all you will be is my play-toy." Seeing the twinkle in Mistress Nikita's eyes reassured Betty.

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 buckles.

"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 could breath.

"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 Nikita.

"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 glasses!"

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 not expected.

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 mouth."

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 belly.

"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 fully extended.

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 slave.

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 anxiously.

"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 up'.

"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, only half-joking.

With a sigh, he settled back to see what happened next.

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 in abundance.

"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 represented.

"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 testing.

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 slave perfectly."

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 disbelief.

"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 security systems.

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 freely-available charms.

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 Donovan.

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 with it.

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 for her.

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 so often.

A frown wrinkled her forehead as she became aware of a tiny, faint alarm bell ringing somewhere deep down in her sub-conscious mind.

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 one night.

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 release her.

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 by him.

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 back.

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 head.

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 feet.

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 whole life.

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, she did.

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 secure."

"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 ...…………


The building 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, "Members Only."

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,

"Out 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 watched.

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 to provide.

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 left buttock.

"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 dealt with.

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 slave.

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 ...

Betty didn't 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 plight.

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 legs.

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 Veronica.

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, with training?

But then ... wait a second ... he said a few weeks' training ...

What did he mean?

It was only supposed to be one night, just for the Masters and slaves event that evening, wasn't it?

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 touch.

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 mind.

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 exciting.

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 chose ...

Her eyes slowly widened as she began to realise that perhaps he really was serious about keeping her with him and training her.

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 shop.

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 floor.

"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 occupant.

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 her in.

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.

A 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 her."

"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 it?"

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 mouth.

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 her waist.

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 pinch.

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 or resistance.

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 foolhardy.

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 handle.

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 fantasy game.

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 Master.

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 right encouragement."

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, "Slave Veronica."

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 of Masters."

"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 punishment."

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 what.

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 can talk."

"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 before…."

"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 arrested?"

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 them."

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 second."

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 with you."

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 neck slightly.

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 he chose.

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 slave."

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 quite severely."

Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked and swung the cage door open,

"Out, slave. Standing display with your back to the bars."

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 plight.

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 the cage."

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 longer afford.

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."

Veronica witnessed 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 within her.

"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 feet.

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 Donovan.

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 and clear.

Leave as a free and wealthy woman ... or stay and face a life of endless subjugation and slavery.

It should have been a simple decision to make.

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 dominance.

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 part ...

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 back ...

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 slave."

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 slim throat.

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 her fate.

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 and belly.

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 hesitation.

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 whipped you."

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, wouldn't they?

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.
But that was nothing compared to the stunning shock of hearing Master Donovan order Veronica to make Betty climax with her lips and tongue.

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 intimate femininity.

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 ...


Master Richard 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. Standing display."

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 hopeless plight.

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 pain.

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 will.

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 achieve it.

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 without mercy.

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 aroused.

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 over her.

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 him.

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 her mind.

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.

Then 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 her body.

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 torture ...

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 badly.

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 slave.

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 her.

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 mercy.

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 and amusement.

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 Richard.

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 Master.

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 maleness.

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 personal slave.

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 mercy.

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 Master.

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 ...

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