A thought flitted through Vicki's mind that, right about now, she should be sipping a glass of nasty fizzy plonk and trying to balance a plate of hors d'oeuvres on her wrist, whilst staving off a growing sense of ennui and boredom as she listened to her boss and various stuffed shirts in the media business burbling on about some impractical vision of the future of television. But the thought only distracted her for a moment, because she had other issues to deal with, much more immediate and far more pleasurable.

At that precise moment, she was writhing on the carpet under the amused gaze of Mistress Lux, the girl who had completely changed her life in less than a day. She couldn't do anything more than wriggle helplessly because her arms were strapped together behind her back and her legs were pinned together by tight leather belts around her ankles, knees and thighs. Her movements were further restricted by the fact that her body was also strapped against that of the similarly restrained Anna. They were both bathed in sweat, making their breasts, stomachs and thighs slip and slide against each other wetly, caused by body heat, and by their struggles over the last couple of hours.

Vicki moaned indistinctly as another wave of sensation passed through her. Her feelings of intense arousal were being caused by the strange device which penetrated both her, and Anna's, pussy simultaneously, and which was being constantly manipulated by the strings tied to it, pulling it this way and that as, first Anna and then Vicki, yanked it around. The objective, at least at first, had been to try to make the other woman climax, as Mistress had said that the woman who made the other cum first would get a reward. But, as she realised that when she pulled on her string, the double-headed dildo thrust deeper into her vagina, and that when Anna pulled hers it withdrew, Vicki rather lost sight of her goal and just worked the device in and out, driving herself wild. Of course, the exact opposite action was having a similar effect on Anna and, little by little, they were forcing each other towards the orgasm which would mean their own defeat, although that ‘defeat’ would, in itself, be its own little victory.

Their moans were being stifled by the rather unusual gag with which they had been fitted. Each wore a ring gag, but the two rings were connected by a sophisticated gimbal joint, which meant that their open mouths were pressed together, lips crushed against each other, and tongues able to cross the divide and interact wetly with each other, their saliva mixing and sliding back and forth as their bound bodies twisted and rolled on the floor.

Both women were equally close to orgasm, but Anna’s superior training in self-control  won out in the end, and it was Vicki's body which shuddered violently at the point of climax, her screams of ecstasy muffled as they were captured in Anna’s open mouth.

"Well done, Anna," Lucy smiled, looking on from the sofa and applauding her entertainment, "never mind, Vicki, you'll get the hang of it eventually - Anna has quite a head start on you in these things!" Lucy walked over to the two slaves, and unfastened the belts which held them together, releasing Anna from her end of the gag. She then unstrapped Anna’s legs and took her back to the sofa, leaving Vicki to watch helplessly from the floor.

"Here is your reward, darling,” Lucy murmured as she sat down and opened her legs, pulling her down onto her knees between her thighs.

"Thank you, Mistress," Anna responded eagerly, and it was clear to Vicki that her thanks were completely sincere - she really did regard licking her Mistress’ pussy as a reward.

Vicki watched as Lucy squirmed on the sofa, and listened to her soft moans and occasional yips, mixed with the noises Anna was making, slurping and sucking, as she went about her task, and found herself feeling envious. She could see the close bond between Mistress and her slave, and wondered if it would ever be that close between herself and Lucy. With a jolt, she also wondered what Anna was thinking of her at the moment. Was she upset that Vicki was encroaching on her territory, taking away some of her Mistress’ undivided attention? She realised that she needed to be sensitive to the feelings of her fellow slave.

Meanwhile, on the sofa, things were coming to a head, as it were. The noises coming from Anna were more frantic now as her head bobbed up and down and from side to side, while Lucy had arched her back and had one hand in her hair, while the other gripped Anna’s, pulling her head tightly into her groin.

Lucy's orgasm was loud and long when it finally arrived. Anna continued to lap away until Lucy violently pushed her away, making her fall on the floor, sprawled on her back, her bound arms beneath her. Lucy, meanwhile, curled up into a foetal ball on the sofa, suffering the post-coital sensitivity she always experienced after such an extreme climax.

A few minutes later, Lucy had recovered and knelt down by the still recumbent Anna.

"Now you will cum for me, slave," she growled, forcing Anna’s thighs apart and thrusting her fingers into her. Soon, the slave, with her arms still bound behind her, began to wriggle and squirm beneath Lucy's insistent touch. Her breathing became more rapid, with small whines and moans being forced from her. Gradually, the jerky movements of her legs, the thrashing of her head from side to side, and the arching of her back and neck became more violent, more pronounced. Lucy kept her fingers busy, while her other hand reached out and grabbed Anna’s breasts, roughly groping and manipulating them, driving the prone woman’s arousal relentlessly higher.

"Please… Mistress… may I cum?" Anna gasped eventually, unable to resist the sensations any longer.

"Yes, darling, you may," Lucy replied, feeling pleased that she was able to give her slave what, at that precise moment, she most wanted.

Finally able to let herself go, Anna screamed as the orgasm hit her, her body dancing around on the floor as if she was having a fit. Lucy watched as the force of the climax ran through her slave’s body until, at last, it burned itself out, and she slumped back onto the floor. Lucy carefully rolled her over onto her stomach and released her from her remaining bondage.

"Thank you, Mistress," Anna murmured, a beatific smile across her face.

"You're quite welcome, honey," Lucy replied, smiling and kissing her on the lips. "Now, why don't you go and get cleaned up and put on the nice clothes I've laid out for you, while I spend a little time with my new slave?" Obediently, Anna jumped up and scooted off into the bedroom. Lucy moved over to where Vicki was lying, still trussed up, having watched the recent events enviously.

"Now, Victoria," Lucy said, stroking the other woman's cheek, "I think it's time we started your education in earnest, don't you?" She removed the gag and all of the straps and belts from Vicki’s body, then helped her to her feet.

Vicki flexed her arms and legs to get the stiffness out of them, while Lucy walked over to her drawers of bondage equipment and returned with a chain. She reached up and attached one end to a hook in the ceiling which Vicki hadn't noticed before, leaving it hanging in front of her, ending above her.

"Put your arms up above your head," Lucy instructed, "that's it, grab the chain and stretch as far as you can. Up on tippy-toes!" When Vicki did this, Lucy reached up and quickly padlocked the D rings on her wrist cuffs to a link in the chain, holding her in this stressful position. Vicki looked worried, wondering what was abut to happen, but Lucy smiled at her, seemingly reassuringly, while gently stroking her sides down to her hips.

Vicki watched as Lucy walked behind her, until she lost sight of her. She wondered if she should look around but, not wanting to annoy her Mistress, decided that she shouldn't, she should stay where she had been left. Her feeling of nervousness crept up as her imagination ran wild, but was not reduced when Lucy reappeared with a wooden pole, which she padlocked to Vicki's ankle cuffs, forcing her legs slightly further apart and making her hang by her wrists, with her toes only just touching the floor. Vicki's stress position had just become that much more difficult to endure.

"Have you been a bad girl, Victoria?" Lucy asked, continuing to stroke the woman in front of her.

"N-no, Mistress!" Vicki responded in alarm, becoming very worried about where this was going.

"No?" Lucy said archly, taking one of Vicki's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing it, "I'll be the judge of that, slave! "

"Yes, Mistress!" Vicki squeaked, her voice rising with her panic and the increasing pressure on her nipple.

"Now," Lucy went on, releasing her pinch but continuing to fondle and squeeze the breasts before her, "last night, as I recall, you came without asking permission." She took hold of the other nipple and began to apply pressure, making Vicki screw her face up as she tried to cope with the renewed pain.

"You heard Anna earlier, didn't you? The good slave always asks her Mistress for permission, because she understands that her pleasure is entirely in the gift of her Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress! I-I'm sorry, Mistress!" Vicki responded, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl being told off by the headmistress.

"I'm sure you are, Victoria," Lucy reassured her, stroking her cheek, "but I think a bit of… message reinforcement will help you to remember in future." Vicki watched Lucy as she walked out of sight again and then returned, this time carrying a flogger. The only time Vicki had ever seen such a thing was in an old black-and-white movie, where some sailor was tied to the mast and flogged with a ‘cat-o-nine-tails’. The thought of it being used on her scared her witless.

"Please, Mi-!" she began, but was silenced by Lucy's finger pressing against her lips.

"Shh, slave," Lucy said quietly, "Mistress doesn't want to hear your whining! The good slave takes her punishment and, indeed, she thanks her Mistress for it and asks for it to continue until her Mistress is satisfied." Vicki looked at her in disbelief, but could see that the girl in control was perfectly serious. She closed her eyes, balled her hands into fists and tensed every muscle in her arms, back and buttocks, trying to prepare herself for what was to come.

When the blow was finally struck, Vicki screamed, but it was as much in surprise and release of tension as at the physical effects. There was a flash of pain across her shoulder blades, that was true, but it faded much more quickly than she had expected, leaving little more than a warm glow which, while not particularly pleasant, was quite bearable. Slowly, she relaxed and breathed out, finally opening her eyes. She saw Lucy standing in front of her, holding the flogger, an expectant look on her face. After a moment's confusion, Vicki realised what she was waiting for, and a sense of disbelief and unreality washed through her as she knew what she had to do.

"Thank you, Mistress," she said, her voice breaking a little. She paused. The expectant look was still there, Lucy just waiting…

"Please… continue."

"Good girl," Lucy said, a comment which could have been condescending, but was actually said with sincerity. She walked around behind her slave again and raised the flogger, bringing it down hard across her buttocks. Vicki gasped as the pain surged through her briefly, but didn't cry out this time. She felt her Mistress’ body against her back, her hand on her stomach, her lips kissing the nape of her neck.

"Thank you, Mistress," she breathed, "your slave accepts her punishment."

The beating continued, Lucy working the leather tails across her shoulders, the small of her back and her buttocks. The afterglow gradually increased until it felt like her skin was on fire, and tears began to run down Vicki's cheeks. The level of pain had also increased but, against all her expectations, she seemed able to cope with it. She told herself that she was pleasing her Mistress and, somehow, that made it more bearable.

She heard the door open, and then Anna appeared in front of her. She looked amazing, her hair and make-up done perfectly and wearing a diaphanous dress with a halter top, no back, and a jagged hem above the knees, making her look like a faery - all she needed were pointy ears and wings! Her outfit was set off by her silver, strappy, heeled sandals.

"You look gorgeous, Anna!" Lucy exclaimed as she came over to her and grabbed her in a tight clinch.

"Thank you, Mistress," Anna responded, before looking over at Vicki, hanging by her wrists, "how is your new slave?"

"She's doing very well," Lucy replied, "but I think she needs a little TLC right now." Anna came over to her and sank to her knees. Vicki let out a long moan as she felt hands on the back of her thighs and then lips touching her between her legs. Moments later, she felt her breasts being cupped and fondled, and realised that Mistress was behind her.

"Thank you, Mistress!" she groaned as the two women groped, fondled and licked her with ever-growing intensity. After the trauma of the whipping, this felt incredible, and her body was soon responding. She luxuriated in the sensations washing over her until, with a sudden start, she realised she could get into even more trouble if she wasn't careful.

"Please, Mistress," she panted, "please may I cum?"

"No, of course you can't!" Lucy replied sharply, but with amusement in her voice, "that's what got you into trouble in the first place! You need to learn to control yourself - your pleasure is mine to bestow, and you must deny yourself until I decide."

"Yes… Mistress…" Vicki responded, struggling to contain herself as the wonderful assault continued. She began to wonder if they were conspiring to make her fail so that they could punish her further. Her whole body tensed and she began to cry out as it all became too much, and she felt herself tipping over the edge into orgasm. At that exact moment, both women disengaged, leaving her squirming in frustration in her bondage. Anna stood up and they watched as Vicki fought to control herself, pulling back from the brink while, at the same time, desperate not to lose those feelings which were electrifying her entire body. Eventually, the moment passed, and she hung limply from her wrists.

"Mmm, you know what?" Lucy said, "I'm famished! Let's go eat!"

Half an hour later, the three of them were sitting in a very nice restaurant and chatting away merrily. Angela - they had told Vicki that ‘Anna’ was only Angela’s slave name - had lent Vicki some clothes and, while she was at first self-conscious about her attire, she felt rather sexy in the sheer, see-through, chiffon blouse and almost-too-short miniskirt. Given that she was still highly aroused after her non-orgasm, so cruelly denied her, it was little surprise that she was eyeing Lucy and Angela almost as hungrily as she was the food. They were no longer Mistress and her slaves, they were just three girlfriends out having a good time.

"Can I ask you a question, Anna - I mean, Angela?" Vicki asked, "you guys obviously have a very close and loving relationship. Don't be offended, but don't you get pissed off when Lucy turns up with someone like me?" The two lovers smiled at each other, and their hands met.

"I'm not offended, Vicki," Angela replied, "as Lucy's partner, I'm totally confident of her love, whatever she does. As my Mistress’ slave, I only want to give her pleasure. So, if she wants to pick up ‘someone like you’, then it pleases me that she is pleasing herself. As for you specifically" - Angela gave her a mock stern look - "being forced to sleep with your hot body next to me and lick your sweet pussy?! Ugh, how disgusting!" Just to emphasise the sarcasm, Angela grabbed the collar of Vicki's blouse and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"Hey, knock it off, you two!" Lucy cried, trying to sound convincingly annoyed, "you'll make me jealous!" The three women laughed, and drank a toast to their health.

After they had finished at the restaurant, Lucy and Angela took Vicki to a club, and they danced into the early hours of the morning. It reminded Vicki of when she had gone out clubbing as a teenager, with no cares in the world, before she had got married. She felt free and single once again, and enjoyed every minute of it.

Vicki felt exhausted but elated when they finally returned to the apartment. After unlocking the door, Lucy went straight through to the bedroom, and Vicki was about to follow when she felt Angela’s hand on her arm, gently restraining her.

"We're back in our roles now," the young woman said as she took off her dress, "this is where we get changed into costume." When she had stripped naked, she picked up her collar and cuffs from the table beside the door and locked them in place, once more becoming slave Anna. Vicki quickly followed suit and, now both suitably undressed, they went into the bedroom.

Vicki was surprised to see that Lucy had also performed a quick change act. She was wearing what looked like a black, shiny latex swimsuit with high cut-aways at her thighs, leaving her buttocks completed exposed. This was teamed with high-heeled thigh-high leather boots and silk opera gloves. The image of the consummate Dominatrix was completed by the masquerade-style mask she wore and the riding crop she was flexing in her hands. It brought home to Vicki that this was all a performance - they had their roles, they had their costumes and, while they didn't have a script, they were obviously improvising on a familiar theme. She just hoped she could follow the choreography, without fluffing too many of her lines.

"Up, slaves!" Lucy barked, slapping the mattress with the crop. "Present yourselves!" Vicki followed Anna’s lead, positioning herself next to her fellow slave, kneeling with her face pressed against the sheets and her bottom high in the air. They looked at each other, both with eyes gleaming as they thought excitedly about what was to come.

Both received two sharp smacks from the riding crop, leaving a red mark on each of the line of four buttocks. Then each felt a gloved hand stroking their plump, fleshy globes, sliding down between the cheeks, probing the tight sphincter there, before moving down further still…

"Anna has said that she likes to please me," Lucy said as she began to slide fingers into the two pussies presented before her, "but do you know what that means, Victoria? Do you know what pleases me? Do you think it's your naked body? Your helplessness when I tie you or chain you? Your cries and screams when I hurt you? The sexual services you provide?" Vicki really hoped these questions were rhetorical, because she was having enough difficulty concentrating on what she was saying, without trying to think of coherent answers, so distracted was she by the fingers exploring deep within her.

"Well," Lucy continued, "I do like to see beautiful, naked women, and I do enjoy tying you up and listening to all those sweet little noises you make when I spank you" - she emphasised her point by briefly withdrawing her fingers and slapping them both hard across the cheeks - "but that's not the real turn-on for me." Vicki looked across at Anna, and was pleased to see that she was having as much trouble coping with the stimulation as she was, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open and panting for breath. She wondered distractedly if she was so affected because of the skill of the touch, or because it was the girl she now called her Mistress who was doing it. The thought flitted away before she could come to a conclusion, leaving her mind free to concentrate solely on the pleasurable sensations assaulting it.

"No, what really turns me on is control," Lucy explained, looking down at the two women, who were just putty in her hands. "So, the greatest gift you give to me is your submission. It's the most wonderful aphrodisiac! And now, just to emphasise the point, you will kiss each other."

Anna and Vicki didn't need a second invitation. They fell upon each other, their lips locked together as their tongues entwined within. Lucy lay on the bed and watch them for a few minutes, amused by their mutual frustrated desire to satisfy the other while, at the same time, knowing that they could not achieve that goal without displeasing their Mistress. Poor confused slaves, she thought.

"Okay, fun time’s over, I want you up here now," she said, and the two women immediately broke off and turned towards her, "I'll have Victoria up here" - she pointed to her mouth - "and Anna down here" - she pointed… elsewhere. Moments later, she and Vicki were kissing passionately, while Anna turned her attentions eagerly to pleasing her Mistress in the most obvious and direct way.

"You're a very beautiful woman, you know, Victoria," Lucy murmured as she held her close, "any man - or woman - you choose would be lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mistress," Vicki smiled. It felt like her heart was being healed after many years of abuse, and she loved the young woman for it.

The two slaves took it in turns to bring their Mistress to climax after screaming climax, until she wondered if they were trying to torture her, getting their own back for those occasions when she had forced them to orgasm beyond the point of pleasure. Of course, she knew she could tell them to stop at any time, but she thought that maybe it was good research, useful to understand how such intense treatment would feel when she meted it out.

Finally, exhausted, she pushed them away and told them to go to bed.

"I'm feeling generous tonight," she said sleepily as she curled up under the bed covers, "you can play with each other in your cage if you wish. But don't you dare wake me or there'll be trouble! Good night, slaves."

"Good night, Mistress!" they chorused, before scrambling excitedly into the confines of their steel prison, locking the door, and pulling the cover down, concealing the cage from view. They couldn't see each other in the pitch black, but they each knew that the other had a broad smile on her face, matching their own. Trying to keep silent, they kissed and fondled, stoking the desire which had never really abated. Vicki, lying on her back underneath Anna, felt the other twist around until they were in the classic sixty-nine position, and could finally satisfy the feelings they had been experiencing all night.

It was not easy to go through orgasm silently, but somehow they managed it. On several occasions. At last, their lust finally spent, they fell asleep in each other's arms, their warm bodies pressed together. The sound of gentle snoring fell across the apartment.

The next morning, they all slept late and, after all three of them had showered together - a task which took a surprisingly long time - they enjoyed a hearty breakfast. Well, Lucy enjoyed a hearty breakfast, and Anna and Vicki enjoyed eating the scraps from her plate. After they had washed up, the slaves knelt before their Mistress as she read the Sunday papers and sipped her coffee. After half an hour or so, she put the paper to one side and looked at the naked women.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go now, Victoria," she said, "it's been lovely having you here, I know that Anna and I have enjoyed it immensely. But we've all got work tomorrow and I'm sure you will need to get ready."

"Thank you, Mistress," Vicki replied a little nervously before continuing, "May I… may I come back?"

"Do you want to?"

"If it pleases you, Mistress." Lucy shot a glance at Anna, and saw the smirk on her lips before she managed to hide it. Clearly, her slave had been training Vicki! Lucy looked down at the blushing face of the woman she now knew to be a TV production executive, who had chosen not to attend an important work-related event in favour of staying here with them. She wasn't sure if it was just overexcitement that had led her to do such a thing, but she knew she had to be careful - the last thing she wanted to do was to inadvertently destroy Vicki's career or life.

She could tell that Vicki was extremely submissive, and that turned her on tremendously. She was ready and, apparently, eager to relinquish control of her life to Lucy, and Lucy had to be careful not to abuse that power, while at the same time recognising Vicki’s need to submit. She thought about her response long and hard.

"Very well. Yes, it does please me. But there will be a few rules." Vicki looked up in alarm at the stern tone of voice, and saw the serious look on Lucy's face. She wondered if she had done the wrong thing, if she had annoyed her Mistress.

"You will come here and help Anna perform her duties as my slave," Lucy continued, "but you will not miss any more of your work commitments to do so. Or neglect your family and friends. You will tell Anna when you will not available. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Vicki responded, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"You will be given a key to the apartment, and you will come here whenever your other duties allow it. When you arrive, you will assume your role as slave, and you will explain to Anna how long you are able to stay, whether it is a couple of hours, overnight, or a whole weekend. You will be subservient to Anna - she will allocate you your duties. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Vicki could hardly believe it - she was to be a slave to a slave, kind of! Somehow, that gave her such a warm feeling.

"And finally," Lucy said, her voice still stern and serious, "you will have a slave name. Outside this apartment, you will continue to be Vicki. Here, you will be known as Nova - the new slave. Do you understand and accept my terms?"

"Yes, I do, Mistress ," Vicki said, struggling to control her breathing, "Mistress Lux!"

"Welcome to your new life, Nova!"