Vicki was somewhat disoriented when she woke up, unsure of where she was or why there should be a hand covering her mouth. She opened her eyes to see Anna’s pretty face smiling down at her, and it all began flooding back. The hand over her mouth was explained by the fact that Anna was holding the index finger of her other hand to her own lips in a shushing gesture - they needed to be quiet.

Once she was sure that Vicki understood, Anna turned her attention to the cage door. Vicki saw a key suspended in the middle of the cage, hanging on the end of a piece of string, and watched as Anna used it to unlock the door before shuffling out into the bedroom. Vicki followed her, and then they both stood up, stretching out the aches of having been curled up for the last few hours. Vicki looked down at the bed and saw Lucy fast asleep, tucked up under her duvet, and a torrent of memories of what had happened on that bed the previous night flooded Vicki's mind. The woman she was now watching sleep had turned Vicki's world upside down in ways she had never dreamed of, and had given her pleasures she had never imagined possible. She realised that she was smiling broadly as she observed the amazing young woman before her.

Anna took her hand, leading her across the room and into the ensuite bathroom.

"Good morning, Victoria," Anna said in a low voice once she had closed the door, "how are you doing?"

"Please, call me Vicki," she urged quietly, "oh, Anna, that was the most incredible experience of my life! I can't begin to tell you, I can't even work it out for myself! I've never… ‘done it’ with a woman before, I've never even been attracted to girls! And as for all that bondage stuff, I've just never…" Anna could see from the look on Vicki’s face, as well as hear it in her voice, just how excited she was.

"Mistress has that effect," she responded with a knowing smile.

"Is that it?" Vicki asked with a certain tone of wonder in her voice, "does Lucy - I mean Mistress - have that power, just in her voice? Did she turn you?" Vicki realised what a strange phrase that was, like asking if she had been turned to the dark side of the force, but on reflection it seemed quite appropriate.

"Well," Anna replied, "when we met, I was already interested in girls, and I knew that I was naturally submissive. But I had never considered a Mistress/slave relationship, with all that implies. So I guess she did turn me, as you put it - she turned me from her boss into her slave!"

"Her… boss?!" Vicki couldn't believe that she had just heard that, it seemed too incredible.

"Yes," Anna went on, "Lucy works for me forty hours a week, and for the rest of the time, she's my Mistress and I'm her slave."

"Wow!" Vicki breathed, "that is just… I'm not sure I can process that at the moment…"

"Well, we mustn't stand around gossiping all morning," Anna said briskly, leading Vicki over to the shower cubicle, "I have to get you ready to be presented to Mistress, and then make the breakfast!"

She backed Vicki into the large space with its tiled walls, then lifted Vicki's arm up. There was a short chain hanging from an eyelet in the wall, and Anna clipped it to the D-ring on the leather cuff around Vicki's wrist. She did the same to her other arm and then to her ankles, so that Vicki was now standing under the shower head, spreadeagled and helpless. At that moment, her thoughts were a mixture of a lot of confusion, a little bit of alarm, and some arousal.

Anna turned on the water to thoroughly soak Vicki and then used shower gel on a scrunchy to lather every inch of her body, meticulously cleaning between her fingers and toes, the soles of her feet, and between her thighs and buttocks, washing away all of the detritus from the previous evening's activities. After rinsing her off, Anna shampooed and conditioned her hair, all of which Vicki found extremely pleasant - she never had somebody wash her before, and felt that it was quite a treat.

She was rather less sanguine when she saw Anna approaching her with a can of shaving foam and a razor.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked in alarm, watching Anna sink to her knees in front of her.

"Mistress doesn't like body hair of any kind," Anna explained, "so I'm afraid you have to say goodbye to your impressive bush down here." Vicki opened her mouth to protest, but then decided against it. She realised the futility of arguing with Anna to try to get her to disobey her Mistress, or of struggling to avoid being denuded, which would only result in her being cut in a very sensitive area. But her overriding reason for keeping quiet and still was the feeling that she was prepared to be shaved, if that was what Mistress wanted. She found that thought both disconcerting, inasmuch as she seemed to have accepted her role so quickly, but also so arousing - she couldn't deny that becoming Mistress’ slave turned her on in the most intense, almost visceral,  way.

Anna was very careful. She was also very, very thorough. Vicki felt the coolness of the shaving foam applied to her red hot mound, then gradually scraped away, leaving her skin bare and even more sensitive than before. She had to struggle to stop herself squirming under Anna's gentle touch, and she found her breath becoming shorter, shallower and more rapid, until she was almost panting.

Once she had completed the job to her satisfaction, Anna used the hand spray to clean away the last of the foam and shavings, before leaning forward and planting a kiss on Vicki's now perfectly presented pussy. She stood up and looked into the other woman's face, seeing the arousal in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. She put her hands on those cheeks and kissed her on the lips, feeling the ardour of her response, hearing the rattling of the chains holding her as she pulled at them, trying to reach and embrace her.

Vicki found the sensation of being kissed by another woman, with their wet breasts squashed together, almost too much to bear. It was so incredibly sensual that she wanted to grab hold of the woman in front of her and make love to her right there in the shower, to go down on her under the warm spray, to make her scream in ecstasy. But, restrained as she was, she could only tug at the chains in frustration.

Giving Vicki a rueful smile, Anna moved away slightly and quickly washed herself, before releasing Vicki.

"Okay, I think we're done here," Anna said quietly, "we need to get ready and be prepared for when Mistress awakes and wants us." Rather disappointed, Vicki realised that she was being told that, whatever her state of excitement, she was going to have to control herself and focus on what was important - serving Mistress.

Vicki dried herself and then stood quietly as Anna brushed her hair, pulling it back into a tight French plait, and then applied make-up to her. She found this a weird experience, as nobody had done that for her since she was about ten years old. When the job was finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised - Anna had applied mascara, a little eye shadow, and lipstick with a delicate touch, not too overpowering, just accentuating her features in exactly the right way.

Having put her own hair into a ponytail, Anna led the way out of the bathroom and across the bedroom, making sure not to make a sound which might wake the still-sleeping Lucy. They went through the atrium and into the living area, where Vicki got her first view of the main apartment. There were separate areas for kitchen, living and dining, all tastefully furnished and decorated, with huge picture windows opening onto a balcony overlooking the river below. It was certainly more than she could afford.

"Wait here for a minute, Vicki," Anna said, "I just need to get some things from the bedroom." She disappeared back out into the hall, and Vicki looked around some more, checking out the tasteful modern art decorating the walls.

Anna soon returned with what Vicki realised were several items of bondage equipment. She felt that strange frisson of excitement mixed with apprehension that she had already felt several times since she had arrived here. Anna put the items down on the sofa before selecting one, which looked like some kind of leather bag with straps, buckles and laces, and turning to Vicki

"I'm going to put you into this bondage," she explained, "to illustrate to Mistress your total submission to her. Okay?" Vicki bit her lip nervously - this looked like serious equipment - before nodding her head, not trusting herself to speak.

She turned around and clasped her hands together behind her back, as Anna had indicated. She felt the leather bag pulled up over her hands, over her forearms, up until it reached nearly to her shoulders. She had never seen or even heard of an arm binder before but, as Anna fastened the straps across her chest and then gradually tightened the laces, pulling her arms closer together, she quickly realised its purpose and appeal. Not only had it very simply disabled her hands and arms, it had changed her posture, pulling back her shoulders and forcing her to thrust her breasts out lewdly before her. She was presenting herself "appropriately", as she remembered Mistress saying the night before.

She could see that the next item was a gag, but it seemed to be almost mediaeval in its design. It consisted of a heavy leather panel which covered her entire jaw and lower face, with thick straps to hold it in place behind her head, and more straps which ran up either side of her nose before joining at a metal ring against her forehead, with a single strap going over her head and connecting with the others at the nape of her neck. As it was applied, she saw the fat rubber protrusion on the inside of the panel, and had to open her mouth to accommodate it, feeling it filling the space, pressing down on her tongue.

Anna buckled the straps tightly, and then clasped  the bulb hanging from the front of the panel, pumping it several times. Vicki felt the rubber protrusion in her mouth expanding, forcing her jaws apart, even though her lower jaw was already restricted by the way that the panel extended underneath her chin. In moments, she lost all ability to move her jaws or tongue and, when she let out a squeal of surprise, virtually no sound escaped from her lips.

The last item of bondage was a set of three small clamps, joined together by thin silvery chains. Vicki's eyes widened as Anna rolled and pinched her nipples until they were standing erect, before applying the clamps. She tried to steal herself to the impending pain, knowing she could not avoid it. In the event, it turned out to be not as bad as she had expected, each clamp being rubber-coated and causing only an uncomfortable pinch rather than the anticipated agony.

Anna led her over beside the dining table and, pressing down on her shoulder, indicated that she should kneel.

"Spread your knees as far as you can, please, Vicki," Anna instructed the kneeling woman, "by taking this position, you are offering yourself to your Mistress, giving her free access to your sex." Vicki nodded her head and moved her knees as far apart as she could, until she felt her hamstrings tighten. Not quite enough for Anna though, apparently, as she squatted down and pushed her thighs further apart a couple of crucial inches, leaving Vicki feeling uncomfortably exposed – many years of being demure and lady-like made this position feel so unnatural!

She soon had something else to worry about though, as Anna pulled down on the third, unattached, clamp and used her fingers to spread Vicki’s labia. To the bound woman’s horror, she could only watch helplessly as her delicate bud was first flicked and stroked to attention, and then gripped by the spring-loaded jaws. This one did hurt. A lot. She screamed at the pain, but created little more sound than might normally indicate mild irritation.

“Well done, honey, just try to breathe through it,” Anna soothed, straightening up, “focus on how pleased Mistress will be when she sees you like this.” Vicki looked up at her desperately, pleading for release with her eyes, but got only a sympathetic smile and a shake of the head in response.

“Remember, when Mistress arrives,” Anna went on, “don’t look at her, just keep your eyes on the floor in front of you to demonstrate your acceptance and submission. Hang in there, Vicki, you’re doing great.” She leaned down and kissed her forehead, before walking away and disappearing into the kitchen.

Vicki tried to focus on anything but the throbbing ache in her pinched flesh. What was she doing here, she wondered. She was struggling to understand anything that had happened to her over the last twelve hours or so, and now she found herself bound, gagged and in pain. Had she been brave and adventurous, or just plain stupid? The jury was still out, she decided, and she wasn't going to be able to answer that question until she could look back on it with some degree of perspective - things could still go either way.

She had been waiting there a long time, her nipples and clitoris becoming numb while her shoulders and arms began to ache, when she heard the door open and then close. She dared not look around, and tried to follow the progress of her Mistress across the room towards her by the soft sound of her footfalls on  the carpet. She saw a pair of bare legs and high heels walk past her, then heard the sound of a chair being drawn back.

"Ah, good morning, Anna," she heard her Mistress say.

"Good morning, Mistress," Anna replied. Vicki heard the sound of crockery being placed on the table and the smell of bacon, eggs and other succulent delights wafted over to her, reminding her how little she had eaten in the last day and how hungry she now was.

"You've done a good job with my new slave," Lucy remarked, making Vicki sit up a little more straight, push out her breasts a little further, even try to spread her thighs a little wider - Mistress had noticed her, and liked what she saw!

"Thank you, Mistress," Anna responded, "if I may be permitted, may I congratulate you on your choice?" Vicki couldn't see, but the two women were smiling as they gazed at her appreciatively.

"You may," Lucy replied. "Why don't you take your place next to her?"

"Thank you, Mistress." Vicki could see that Anna was now kneeling down alongside her, adopting the same position, so that they looked like identical ornaments, human works of art in Mistress’ collection.

Silence descended as Lucy ate her breakfast, ignoring the two slaves, who kept perfectly still, the gentle rise and fall of their chests the only sign of life. As the minutes dragged by, Vicki wondered what would happen next, knowing that she would have no control, literally no say - she was totally in the power of her Mistress.

Eventually, Lucy pushed the plate away and stood up. She walked over and stood over Vicki, noticing the way that her rate of breathing increased – fear or excitement, she wondered. The answer would become apparent in the next few minutes, she knew.

She leaned down and deflated the rubber bladder filling Vicki's mouth, then unbuckled the straps of the gag and pulled it from her face. A long string of saliva escaped from Vicki's lips before she could swallow it and hung from her chin, oozing down her chest and between her breasts. Vicki managed to close her lips to prevent any further drool, but didn't dare exercise her aching jaw in front of Mistress in case it was deemed to be unacceptable behaviour. Lucy took Vicki's chin in her hand, disregarding the drool, and lifted it until Vicki was looking up at her.

"You have done very well, Victoria," Lucy smiled, "Anna and I have enjoyed having you, haven't we, Anna?"

"Yes, Mistress!" From the smile on Mistress’ face and in Anna’s voice, Vicki was sure that the double entendre was entirely deliberate.

"I would love you to stay for the rest of the weekend," Lucy went on, "but I perfectly understand if you have other plans for tonight. Or possibly you have had enough of being a slave for now? For one of the only times while you're in this apartment, you have a choice - do you want to leave, Victoria?"

Vicki thought about the day she had planned. She had to go shopping for a new outfit for the reception she was to attend that night. Her boss had made it quite clear that her presence was not optional.

"Everyone from the television production industry will be there," he had said just yesterday, "not only will you be representing the company, but it's a great networking opportunity for you personally, Vicki! I wouldn't want to lose you, and I'm certainly not encouraging you to go out and get a better job somewhere else, but you need to be seen at these things, get your name and face out there. I'll see you at 7.30 on Saturday. Don't be late!"

Her career was finally starting to take off. And here she was, contemplating letting the chance slip away, and for what? To play at being someone's slave for another day? To feel the pleasure she had experienced the previous night once more? It was ridiculous! She couldn't do it!

And yet… somehow, it just felt so… right. Drawing in a deep breath, she made her decision.

"Please, Mistress, may I stay?"

Lucy smiled. She could tell by the emotions which had flitted across Vicki's face that it had not been an easy choice. But the choice had been made and, she was pleased to note, made in just the way she had planned.

"Of course you may, darling. Anna and I will take great pleasure in continuing your education in the art of servitude, Victoria. We will make you the best slave you can be…"