Angela Barnes was not having a good day. She searched around her desk again, but couldn't find the document she was looking for. Exasperated, she reached for the intercom button.

"Lucy, did you bring in the McKenzie brief?" she asked in an irritated tone.

"Yes, Miss Barnes," came the tinny reply from the speaker.

"Well, I can't find it," Angela said, quietly fuming, "maybe you could come in here and point it out to me."

"Yes, Miss Barnes."

The office door opened, and the slight figure of Angela's personal assistant, Lucy Harker, walked into the room. She went to the desk, reached out and, lifting a couple of manila folders, pulled out a third, and handed it to her boss with a slight smile.

"Thank you, Lucy," Angela said with a rueful smile, "sorry for shouting. What would I do without you?"

"You're welcome, Miss Barnes." The younger woman smiled sweetly, turned, and went back to her own desk. She knew her boss well enough not to take offense at a little show of temper. She understood the pressure she was under, and the pressure she placed upon herself.

Angela turned to the brief, focusing all her attention on it for the next two hours, making copious notes as she went through it. It was Friday night, and she could have taken it home to work on, but she was very strict about not taking work home; she guarded her personal time jealously, and was prepared to work late into the evening if it meant she could keep her weekend clear.

Angela Barnes was one of the most promising young lawyers working in the London law courts and, at the age of 29, was well on course to reaching the position of Queen's Counsel before her thirty fifth birthday, and so becoming the youngest QC ever. That meant a lot of hard work, but it was work she enjoyed, and work she felt compelled to do – Angela was a very driven individual. She took a lot of legal aid cases, generally involving women in domestic abuse situations, and paid for this with lucrative corporate work.

The door opened, and she looked up to see Richard Benton, head of chambers, looking in. Richard was in his late fifties, but was still a very active and attractive man, which showed in his steel grey hair and handsome face, as well as his well-toned body. Of much greater interest to Angela, though, was his sharp legal brain, which had steered her in the right direction for the previous five years of her career.

"Oh, Angela," he said from the doorway, "sorry to interrupt you, but I just wanted to make sure you would be able to look over those budget figures before you go tonight."

"Certainly, no problem," she replied with a forced smile, watching forlornly as her evening disappeared under the weight of work. Richard smiled apologetically, knowing he had been the bearer of bad news, but then he also knew how much his young protégée wanted to become a key player in the business. He closed the door quietly and left her to it.

"Have a nice weekend, Mr Benton," Lucy said as she got up to leave.

"Goodnight, Lucy," Richard called back.

'Oh I will', she thought to herself, as she left the office at 5pm precisely. She was happy to put in a hard day's work from nine to five, but she didn't live to work, like her boss – the weekend starts right here!

She took the bus back to her apartment, changed out of her work clothes into her running gear, and went out along the towpath. She enjoyed the mindless activity of jogging, she found it relaxing, as she ran down the side of the river, admiring the mixture of industrial, business and residential scenery, as well as the traffic on the river.

A mile out and back was enough, then a long, hot shower to get the sweat and grime of the city off. She settled down on the sofa, just wrapped in a towel, with a glass of wine, to watch some TV, before getting ready for the evening.

- o O o –

Angela locked her desk and stood up, stretching the tiredness from her back as she did so. She glanced at her watch – 8pm – and decided it would be too late to cook when she got home. She speed-dialled the local Chinese takeaway as she walked down the stairs to the car park and ordered her standard, Friday night late-home-from-work meal.

She hated bringing her Mercedes SLK into the city, but she had had to go out to the Youth Offenders' Institute in Reading, to visit a client – a young woman from the Ukraine, who was being prosecuted for prostitution and drug offences, while the men who had trafficked her melted away into the shadows. She knew she could turn this one around, but it was frustrating that she had to, that the system worked so much against these victims.

There wasn't too much traffic around this late in the evening, but Angela took it very easy anyway. It was true she couldn't afford to get a ticket in her position, but that wasn't the reason for her caution. She used the time to get home as decompression time, when she could gradually let the concerns of the day seep away, and leave her mind clear for the evening to come.

She picked up the takeaway and made her way back to her apartment, smiling at the prospect of a whole two days with no legal briefs to read.

- o O o –

Lucy was still sitting with her towel wrapped around her when she heard the outer door open and close. Mischievously, she pulled off the towel and sat naked, her legs invitingly open, ready for her lover.

"Hello, darling," she murmured breathily.

"Hello, Mistress," Angela replied, sinking to her knees before the younger woman, placing her hands behind her back, presenting her naked body. As well as shedding her clothes at the door, she had locked on her leather collar and cuffs, so that she was now able to present herself to her Mistress as the perfect slave.

Angela had suffered some terrible abuse as a child, an experience which had two major effects on her life. The first was that she could not trust any man and, in looking to satisfy her desire for human warmth and love, she had turned to her own sex to fill that void. She had engaged in a few, fumbling encounters through her teens and early twenties, but it had not been until she met Lucy three years ago that she had had a full-blown lesbian relationship.

The other effect of that early trauma was that it had fired an ambition to get herself into a position where she could prevent such horrendous acts happening to other young girls and women, or at least allow her to bring the perpetrators to justice. It had driven her through law school to graduate top of her class, got her a position in St Stevens Barrister's Chambers, and was quickly pushing her to the top of her profession.

At work, she had to be in complete control, of herself, of the courtroom when she was acting, and of her client. But it wasn't who she was – she found it incredibly stressful to be in charge all the time. She was submissive by nature, and longed to be able to let go, to not be in control, either of events, decisions, or herself. Lucy had recognised that very early on, and had become her Mistress almost as soon as they had first started seeing each other outside of the office. They had moved into Angela's riverside apartment together, and had enjoyed three blissful years as Mistress and slave, while continuing to work together very successfully as barrister and PA.

Her Mistress held out her hand, and Angela leaned forward and nuzzled it, enjoying the feeling of the soft fingers against her cheek. She leaned forward a little further so that she could rest her head against Mistress' leg, then began kissing her naked inner thigh.

"Mmm, hold that thought," Lucy murmured, "but go and get the food first."

Angela scooted to the kitchen, where she'd left the Chinese takeaway, and transferred the food from the silver containers to an array of bowls. She then loaded up a tray, adding the half-full bottle of wine, and went back into the living room. Mistress had moved to the sofa, where she stretched out languorously, making Angela catch her breath – she looked so, so sexy! She moved the small side table next to the sofa, and placed the tray on it, before kneeling down meekly, ready to serve in any way.

Lucy picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, looking down into the adoring face of her slave. She had been surprised, when they first met, by just how submissive Angela was, and she had assumed the role of her Mistress almost by default, because it was the relationship for which the older woman clearly yearned. Not that she was complaining – she was a natural top, always taking the lead in her relationships. She was also a very natural lesbian – she had always preferred girls to boys, and loved nothing better than to seduce a young, previously straight, woman into the wonders of Sapphic sex.

Having Angela as her natural and willing slave was a dream come true, but she was amazed by just how much she had to do as a Mistress. For example, right now Angela was sitting placidly before her, and would not eat or drink anything unless Lucy gave her, not only permission, but a direct order. She picked out a nice, juicy prawn, and held it out, saying 'eat' to get her slave to lean forward and take the food from her. As she held out her wine glass for Angela to sip from, she knew that her slave would do nothing on her own initiative, not even go to the toilet, but would do absolutely anything she asked. It gave Lucy an incredible rush to know she had that power and control, all given most willingly.

The meal progressed, with Lucy eating what she wanted, and Angela eating what she was given. Eventually, Lucy couldn't take it anymore, grabbing the D ring on the front of her slave's collar and pulling her up onto the sofa, on top of her. Their lips met and devoured each other, assuaging a hunger not satisfied by the food they had eaten. Lucy gently pressed down on the other woman's shoulders, until her head was between her thighs, and she let out an excited moan as Angela applied her tongue enthusiastically to just the place, and in just the way, which would drive her Mistress wild. She loved nothing better than to satisfy her Mistress – she sometimes thought she preferred it to achieving orgasm herself – and she strived to bring her to that ecstatic state as quickly as she could.

As Lucy lay on the sofa afterwards, trying to get control of her heart rate and breathing, she looked down at Angela, already back on the floor, eyes cast down, waiting for her next order. She hadn't wiped Lucy's juices from her face, but wore them proudly, like a badge of honour. Lucy felt a surge of pure lust for her slave right then, but controlled herself – she wanted to keep herself in this highly aroused state for her evening out, and anyway, she loved to frustrate and tease her boss, just to show her who was in charge around here!

"Thank you, Anna," she said, using the pet name she had given Angela for when they were in Domme-sub mode, "you tidy up while I get ready."

Angela cleared away the meal and washed the dishes quite contentedly. She knew her Mistress would be going out clubbing tonight, and would almost certainly hook up with some young woman for the night. As a slave, it was not her place to be disapproving or jealous, but she actively revelled in the thought that her Mistress might bring someone back to the apartment, and order Angela to service her, or allow her to watch as they made love. If she was really lucky, all three would get to play together!

Angela had cleared up the kitchen and swept up the few bits of food which had dropped on the floor while she was being fed, when Lucy came back into the room.

"How do I look?" she asked, giving her naked slave a twirl.

"Sensational, Mistress," Angela breathed, overcome with desire for her beautiful young companion.

She was wearing an almost impossibly small leather skirt, with fishnet stockings and low-heeled pixie boots. The outline of her bra could be seen through the sheer material of her white, sleeveless blouse, and her neck and wrists were adorned with a gold chain necklace and bangles. With her short blonde hair, sparse make-up and slender frame, she looked like the principal boy in a production of Peter Pan, and Angela had a brief vision of herself as Tiger Lily, tied to a stake, being rescued by her hero / heroine.

"Thank you, darling," Lucy smiled, "let's get you ready for bed."

The two women went into the bathroom and, on command, Angela sat down and relieved herself, before standing and allowing her Mistress to wipe her dry. "Teeth, hands and face," Lucy ordered, as if talking to a child, and she watched as her slave dutifully went through her night routine. Angela was always very self-conscious about her body, feeling herself to be fat by comparison to her Mistress, but Lucy loved her wonderful, curvy figure, her plump bottom and large breasts – she was all woman, and Lucy was always aroused by watching her, even while performing the most mundane of activities. It was all she could do to keep her hands off her!

They went into the bedroom, and Angela crawled into her cage at the foot of the bed, curling up on the futon-style mattress, and snuggling into her soft pillow, looking up lovingly at her Mistress.

"Goodnight, Anna," Lucy said, as she locked the cage door.

"Goodnight, Mistress, and good hunting!" Angela replied.

Lucy gave her a smile, and pulled the cover over the cage. It was a bit like covering a canary's cage – once covered, she did not expect to hear anything from her slave until she was uncovered – but also, if she did bring some innocent girl back here tonight, she didn't want her spooked by the sight of a woman in a cage! Not unless she decided it was appropriate, anyway…

Lucy picked up her bag and set off into the night, on the hunt for fresh meat! Meanwhile, Angela settled down to sleep as best she could – she had been very aroused by the evening, but she wouldn't even countenance the idea of touching herself to relieve her frustration. Her orgasm was in the gift of her Mistress, as and when she decided her slave had earned it, or if it amused her to grant it. Angela drifted off into a contented sleep, dreaming of pirates, pretty dresses, and the hands of her Mistress roaming her bound body…