Mistress Dewitt was in her study, going over some finances when she heard the clock chime 4:00. The young woman glanced over at the tall, stately grandfather clock standing in the corner. "Oh, I've got to get ready!" She said, standing up. She'd been so busy she hadn't noticed how late it was getting. She needed to get ready for the masquerade ball tonight!

For the last five years, since she had become the Mistress Dewitt, she had hosted a fabulous costume party at her mansion for the other Masters and Mistresses every Hallows Eve. She grinned. This one should be great!

Getting up from the desk, she strode down the hallway towards the Mistress' Bedroom. Her costume was laid out on the four-poster bed: A black sequin ball gown, matching gloves and stockings, heels and the piece de resistance, a black feathered masque brought back from her last trip to Venice.

Mistress Dewitt was dressed in a dark blue business suit. Reaching up, she unbuttoned the jacket, pulled it off and tossed it on the bed. It was quickly followed by the skirt, blouse and panty-hose. The young woman examined herself in the mirror. She was tall, with a few more pounds then she'd have liked. Still, she had to admit, she wore them well, with curvy hips and a large, full bosom. The expensive black lace lingerie she wore helped to show it off. She reached up and undid the bun releases long, black tresses which fell around her shoulders.

First things, she decided, was to apply makeup. Sitting down at her vanity, she picked up a small bell from the table and rang it. "Sally!" she called out. "Sally come here, you lazy slave!" A short moment later, though not short enough for Dewitt's tastes, the door to the room opened and a young woman shuffled into the room.

"eeesss ssss-ttrrsss..." she grunted. A large rubber ballgag was wedged between the girl's teeth, held in place by a leather strap circling her head. Her hands were cuffed in front of her with a pair of silver shackles. A long chain ran down to a similar pair of ankles fetters locked on her feet.

The young woman was dressed in a skimpy French Maid's outfit, which helped to show off her pretty figure. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, behind the frilly white hat that was part of her slave's uniform. As quickly as she could, which wasn't very fast, Sally shuffled across the room towards her Mistress. "Hurry up, lazy slut!" Dewitt snapped. "Help me to get ready for the party tonight!"

Sally bowed her head and reached across the table towards the bottle of eyeliner. As she did, the chain of her handcuffs dragged across the table, knocking over some of the bottles. "Stupid bitch!" Dewitt snarled. "Can't you do anything right!?!" She sighed. "I ought to send you back and get a new slave, but that will have to be for another night. In the meantime, I can't have you messing things up, I've got a party to get ready for." Dewitt reached forward and opened a drawer. From inside, she pulled out a small key. Sally extended her hands, so Dewitt could slip the key into the locks of her cuffs. Sally groaned in relief as the shackles came off.

"Hurry up and apply makeup, so you can help me get into my costume. Luckily, I won't need to rely on you tonight for the party. The Society's sending over some trainees to serve the guests tonight. Maybe I'll stick you in your cage for the night, so you can't cause trouble." Silently, Sally cursed the ill luck that had caused the Society to give her to Mistress Dewitt to be her slave.

"Everyone who is anyone is going to be here with their slaves. In costume, of course." Dewitt continued talking, mainly to herself, as Sally quickly applied her makeup. "Not so rough, slave!" She snapped angrily, as Sally combed her hair. "I'll have to find some way to punish you...tomorro-Hey!"

Sally couldn't really say what made her do it, but the young woman suddenly grabbed her Mistress. The older woman cried out in surprise as her slave wrestled her arms behind her back. "What are you doing, slave! Let me go, bitch! I'll have you sent to the dungeons for retraining for this!" Ignoring her, Sally grabbed the handcuffs from the table where they were sitting. She slapped the cuffs onto the other woman, ratcheting them on tight.

"How dare you! Unchain me this inst-mmmppphhh!!!" Dewitt's demands were cut off as Sally removed her ballgag and stuffed it in her Mistress' mouth. She buckled it on tight. Reaching down into the drawer, she pulled out a padlock and slipped it on the ballgag, locking it.

"Change of plans, Mistress." Sally said, ignoring the angry grunting coming from her unexpected captive. "I think I will be attending the party tonight...but not as a slave, but as you!" She grinned. "It's a costume party. No one will know I'm not you." She grinned. "You'll be attending as well of course. After all, no Mistress is complete without her slave!"

"Mmmppphhh!!!" Dewitt screamed into her gag angrily. She struggled against the cuffs trapping her arms behind her back as Sally unlocked her ankle fetters and transferred them over to the older woman.

"hmm...I think you're far too loud for the party. We'll have to do something about that..." Sally said. She walked over to a nearby shelf, where the Mistress kept her ‘toys’. Dewitt watched in fright as Sally made a show of looking over the items on the shelves, all of which the slave had experienced firsthand at one point or another, whimpering slightly whenever she lingered on a particularly unpleasant one.

Sally turned, a sly grin on her face. She walked back over to her captive, hands behind her back to delay showing Dewitt what she had as long as possible. “First…” she said, bending over. “Some lovely jewelry...for those lovely breasts of yours.” In one hand, she held a pair of steel alligator nipple clamps joined by a short chain.

Dewitt squirmed as Sally reached forward and tugged down the cups of her bra. Grabbing one nipple, Sally kneaded it, until the pink nub grew hard. Smiling, she slid one of the clamps over it, letting her captive squirm a moment before she released the pressure, letting the clamp close over the nipple. Dewitt grunted in pain. Sally then went to work on the other nipple. Dewitt whimpered, knowing what was coming, but she couldn’t stop her nipple from getting hard thanks to the younger girl’s attentions. She gave another grunt of pain as the clamp closed down on it, squeezing the nipple between the blunt steel teeth of the clamp.

“Now, for your mask. Not as nice as the one you were planning on wearing, I’ll admit…” Sally teased, showing her Mistress the hood she’d picked out. “But before I put it on, I think I need to make you a bit quieter, don’t you think?” She straightened up and hiked up her skirt. Underneath it, the slave had on a pair of skimpy white panties. Hooking her thumbs under the band, she slid them down her long legs and pulled them off.

“Whew!” She said, pantomiming pinching her nose. “I’ve been working hard all day, cleaning and decorating the house for the party tonight. I guess I sweated quite a bit.” Dewitt’s eyes widened in horror as she realized where Sally was planning on sticking those. She shook her head, grunting as the younger woman reached down and tugged on the strap of her gag. The ball popped out. As Dewitt opened her mouth, either to beg or threaten, Sally stuffed the underwear in, cutting off her remarks. Before her captive could spit them out, she stuffed the ball back in.

Dewitt moaned miserably, gagging on the foul tasting packing. “Enjoy the taste of my panties, Mistress.” Sally teased. “I’ve had enough opportunities to taste yours since you became my mistress.” She unlaced the leather hood she’d selected and pulled it over the other woman’s head. With it all the way on and laced tight, the only part of her face showing was her eyes, looking up at Sally angrily.

The hood had a built in collar. With it buckled on, snug and secured with a padlock, there would be no way to remove the hood without the key. Sally clipped a short, leather leash to the collar. Tugging on it, she led Dewitt over to the bed. The new slave stumbled awkwardly, unused to the unnatural gait of walking with ankle fetters on.

“Wait here,” Sally said, tying the leash to one of the bed posts. “I’m going to get showered off and changed for the party.”

Dewitt groaned into her gag, tugging at the leash, but it quickly became apparent she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. She listened to the sound of water running as Sally quickly showered, thinking of horrible ways to punish the bitch when she got free. Rather, if she got free, she thought with a shiver of horror…

Five minutes later, Sally emerged, naked and toweling off. She raided the closet for a pair of panties and a matching bra. Putting them on, she smiled at Dewitt, walking over to the bed. “Good thing we’re the same size…” she teased, picking up the dress. Dewitt groaned through her gag watching Sally get dressed in her costume.

“There, now I’m fully dressed!” Sally said, looking at herself in the mirror. She spun, letting the skirts of the dress fly. “You, on the other hand…” she continued, turning to her captive. “Seem to be a bit overdressed…” Dewitt squirmed in her bonds as Sally walked to the vanity and picked up a small pair of scissors. Returning to the bed, she grabbed the bra and snipped the two straps so she could slid it off the older woman. Bending down, she did the same with her panties. Dewitt groaned as Sally tossed the tatters of her very expensive Paris lingerie onto the bed. “Perfect…” Sally said with a smile, eyeing Dewitt’s naked body.

Just then, the doorbell rang. “That must be the girls from the Society.” Sally said. “You wait here. I’ll let them in.” Turning, she skipped down out of the room, hardly able to believe what she was doing. At the front door was a man in the uniform of one of the Societies’ Trainers. In one hand, he held a clipboard.

“Sign here, please Mistress.” The man said. Sally smiled underneath her mask, at being called Mistress. It was a new experience for her. In the man’s other hand was a leash. Attached to the other end of the leash was a short coffle of girls, tethered to one another at the neck by their collars. They were naked, save the cuffs on their hands and feet and the ballgags they all wore. As Sally forged Mistress Dewitt’s signature, they shuffled into the house, heads bowed low.

“Thank you, Mistress.” The man said, taking the clipboard back. He handed her the key to their restraints. “I shall return to collect them at the appointed time. Let me know if any of them misbehave or fail to obey satisfactorily and they shall be thoroughly punished back at the training center. Enjoy the part.” With that, he turned, closing the door.

Sally turned to the six slave girls, key in hand. They glanced up, keeping their heads bowed low, looking at her nervously. They thought she was Mistress Dewitt. These girls were far enough along in their training, they’d been slaves of the Society long enough to have heard about Mistress Dewitt.

“Tonight is a very important night, slaves.” Sally said, trying her best to imitate her Mistress. “I shall now show you your tasks for tonight. I expect you to serve well and not cause trouble.” Taking the leash, she led them to the ballroom, where the main party would be held, it had already been decorated for the Masquerade Ball, and then the kitchens, explaining everything they had to do.

“Now hop to it!” She commanded, unlocking their restraints. The girls bowed and went to work preparing the food for the party. She watched the teenage slaves a moment, remembering her own experiences during her training, after she’d been “recruited” by the Society. She shuddered. The trainers who ran the Society’s training center knew how to get the most out of their charges. Their methods, however, left something to be desired.

Leaving the girls to work, Sally returned to the Mistress’ bedroom. Dewitt was still trying in vain to pull free of the bed post. She groaned seeing her captor return. “Come slave.” Sally said, untying the leash. She held it firmly in her hand. “We need to head down and greet the guests. They’ll be arriving shortly.” As she turned, tugging sharply forcing Dewitt to shuffle along after her, the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the first guests...