Mila got out of the cab and looked up at the building. She’d been to Lange Voorhout as a child, on a school trip, but never since. The embassy was an imposing red brick building with many tall white windows and a black painted door between white columns. Above the door was a painted crest.

Mila straightened out her skirt and got out her compact, to check her make up, before going in. She wanted to give the right impression. This meeting was important. She’d gone with a skirt as she knew the whole damn country was obsessed with what women wore these days.

The tales Speelbal told beggared belief. After Brexit, the country had gone a little mad. Free of the common sense of the EU their crazy PM had wrested power and was now catching up Emperor Trump in the total whack job dictator stakes.

Despite the quiet revolution, the man had achieved few of his goals. Standing on a ticket of moral regeneration perversely things seemed to have gone very awry. Preaching hate of same-sex relationships the government had disenfranchised women and now subjugated the female sex to the point they may as well be called slaves.

Speelbal, Mila’s sexual submissive, as well as Mila’s wife, was a defector and refugee from a regime that required all women to wear collars and gags in public and chastity belts all the time. Many employers had taken to dressing their female staff in latex uniforms and now most men were dressing their womenfolk in rubber. On paper, the place sounded like a fetishist's wet dream. The reality was a climate of fear, bullying police, informants and big brother surveillance. Women that did not conform, or worse resist, were either publicly humiliated in pillories or sent to camps for ‘reprogramming’.

Despite all of that, Mila found herself stood outside the English Embassy, dressed in her smartest leather skirt suit, preparing to enter and see if she could acquire a visa to visit this insane asylum.

Plucking up her courage Mila stepped up and pressed the doorbell on the right-hand column. The door buzzed and Mila pushed her way in. She found herself in a brightly illuminated reception area with two young women sat behind a tall contoured desk. Both had headsets on and were talking. In a seating area to the right, some people were waiting.

Mila was quite tall, standing over one point eight meters in her bare feet. As she was wearing a pair of new black patent court shoes with ten-centimetre stiletto heels she was making quite an impression on the others in the reception area. The smart leather suit and towering heels on the tall slim blond woman was cutting quite an imposing figure.

One of the two receptionists stopped talking and looked at Mila.

“Welcome to the English Embassy. May I ask the nature of your business here?”

Looking properly at the girl for the first time Mila was startled almost to the point of not answering. The girl was wearing a collar almost exactly the same as the one Mila kept locked about Speelbal’s throat. She was also dressed almost entirely in latex. Both her white blouse and black skirt were made of glossy rubber and hugged an obviously corseted figure. There were the telltale bulges under the skirt that betrayed a chastity belt too. Mila liked to dress Speelbal that way before fucking the girl. It was quite jarring to meet someone dressed that way as part of their everyday outfit.

“Erm yes, I’m Mevrouw Mila Van Dijk and I have an appointment to meet the Ambassador this afternoon.”

“Ahh yes, Mevrouw Van Dijk, can I ask you to sign this visitors book and if you have a mobile phone on you may I ask you to surrender it now? Obviously, it will be returned to you when you leave.”

Mila signed the offered book and put her phone on the desk. The receptionist picked it up and turned it off in front of Mila. She then produced a small black metal lockbox and placed the phone within. After locking the box she handed the key to Mila.

“I’m sorry for that inconvenience Mevrouw Van Dijk, the security people here are deeply suspicious of electronic devices.”

“I’m sure they are,” replied Mila a little sardonically.

“If you’d like to take a seat someone will come as soon as the Ambassador is ready.”

“Thank you,” Mila turned to the seating area. There were three people there. They all looked local, in as much as they were blonde and tall. They, though, were dressed in business suits rather than the quasi dominatrix outfit Mila was rocking. Only one of the three men met Mila’s gaze and gave a nervous smile back as Mila took a seat and prepared to wait.

Before she could even look at the pile of magazines on the glass table in front of her a woman called her name. Looking up she saw a petite woman dressed the same as the two receptionists. Though as she was not obscured by a desk Mila could now see the skirt was perilously short and was matched with black latex stockings and heels nearly as tall as Mila’s.

“Yes, I’m Mila Van Dijk.”

The girl smiled and said, “The Ambassador is ready for you now.”

Mila followed the girl down a corridor and eventually to a large set of double doors. The girl pushed both open and stepped aside so Mila could enter the room beyond. As Mila stepped in she saw a dark-haired man, with a widow's peak and greying temples sat behind a huge desk.

“Ambassador this is Mevrouw Mila Van Dijk, Mevrouw Van Dijk this is Ambassador James Hacker,” introduced, the girl closed the doors behind them, and moved off to a seat to the right of the ambassadors' desk.”

“Welcome Mevrouw Van Dijk, welcome,” said the ambassador coming around from the desk and offering his hand. “May I be as forward as to call you Mila? I do think it is terribly important to do these things in a friendly manner.”

“Certainly Ambassador, if you’ll let me call you James,” replied Mila giving his hand a firm but friendly shake.

“Wonderful Mila, before we start can Miss Woolley get you a drink?”

“I’m fine, James, but thank you.”

“I hope you won’t mind if I do though? Bernadette, my usual please.”

“Yes, Ambassador,” replied Bernadette already crossing the room towards the ambassador with what looked like a tumbler of scotch.

“Please, Mila take a seat,” offered the ambassador as he took the drink and started the trek back around the desk. “Since we’ve deprived you of your phone Mila, Bernadette will remain to minute this meeting. We’ll post a copy out to you within the week. That way when you get home you won’t have to struggle to remember what was said.”

“That is most kind, James. May I ask? Your name is familiar.”

“Yes, I was named for my father. I’m junior if you like. Dad was Prime Minister back in the eighties. Now, as I said, it helps if things are cordial. So before we start perhaps I can save some time?”

“For sure if you can,” said Mila.

“Mila I know who you are. I do hope that does not sound too threatening? What I mean is we know you are married to Speelbal Van Dijk, now a citizen of the Netherlands, but one time Suzanne Cage and citizen of England. In turn daughter of Michael and Alice Cage, and sister to Carol Goossens née Cage and Robert Cage.”

“I see,” replied Mila.

“So all that said, how can I help you?”

“I suppose what I want to know is… Are the English authorities still looking for Speelbal and Carol? Plus would it be possible for us to visit Mike and Alice?”

“Still looking you say? My dear Mila, they never were. Why do you think they were? Do you have evidence of some crime they committed in England?”

“Err no. Umm sorry, I’m a bit confused. Is it not a crime to be gay in England?”

“Why yes, it is. But as I understand it neither girl was ever in a same-sex relationship while in the country. They certainly left by unusual means but travelling abroad is not a crime.”

“Actually Ambassador that’s not quite correct,” interjected Bernadette. “It’s not actually a crime to be gay in England. It is a crime to enter into a same-sex sexual relationship but we can’t yet police what people are thinking. So, so long as a person does not actually act on any homosexual urges they are not committing a crime.”

“Thank you for that input, Bernadette,” replied the Ambassador. “As you’re not actually part of this meeting perhaps you’d like to put your gag back in for the remainder?”

Bernadette flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, Ambassador,” replied Bernadette before pulling a bright red ball gag from where she had stowed it, up her left sleeve.

Mila watched enthralled as the pretty young girl first popped the ball deep into her own mouth before reaching up to buckle the black leather strap behind her head.

Mila was not sure what she thought of the tableau being enacted out in front of her. It did not appear to be entirely consensual. But one thing Mila did know was she had to get Speelbal an outfit exactly like that!

As the girl worked the buckle the latex was stretched tight across her breasts. The girl was clearly feeling something too, her nipples were rock hard.

Mila swallowed hard and turned her attention back to the Ambassador. He too was clearly transfixed by the mini self-bondage scene they had just witnessed.

“So I would be allowed to visit England despite being gay and in a same-sex marriage, James?”

“What?” The ambassador tore his gaze away from his secretary and focused on Mila once more. “Umm, with certain restrictions, yes you would.”

“What restrictions, James?”

“Your marriage would not be recognised in England. You would both have to wear collars similar to the one Bernadette is wearing now. When out in public you would not be able to hold your wife’s leash. You would need male chaperones. You would also both be required to wear chastity devices for the duration of the visit.”

“I am a citizen of the Netherlands. You would impose these restrictions on me?”

“Everyone except diplomats and visiting dignitaries is requested to comply with the laws of our land. This is not without precedent. Women must follow similar restrictions in Saudi Arabia.”

“I don’t believe women are forced to wear latex in Saudi Arabia, James.”

“Neither are they in England. Some employers insist on it to counter issues with drool caused by gags. But it is not a law. That most women wear latex in England is a matter of free choice.”

At that moment Bernadette made a noise into her gag. But she did not look up from her pad and the Ambassador ignored it.

“Changing the subject slightly then can I ask why it is Mike and Alice Cage cannot come to visit me here in the Netherlands?”

“Ahh, well, while I cannot go into specifics I can give a general answer. Mike Cage holds a very important job in the government. As do many others. To protect them from foreign espionage we need to keep such people at home where we can protect them best.”

“Are you saying the Netherlands would kidnap Speelbal’s father?”

“Not at all. Just that it would be internationally embarrassing if anything were to happen to certain English citizens abroad. To avoid such a thing occurring we keep vulnerable people at home.”

“But Speelbal, Carol and I would be granted visas and be safe to visit without fear of arrest?”

“So long as you don’t break any laws while in England, Mila. We need to revitalise our tourism business after a recent slump. It would not be in our interests to provoke an international incident by imprisoning three citizens of the Netherlands.”

“Can I request them now?”

“You’ll want one for Carol’s husband too. We prefer not to grant them to unaccompanied women. If you travel unaccompanied, you must be met at the airport or port by a man and your leash will be handed over to a customs official by the head steward of the plane or ferry. One man may bring up to five women into the country but we do not grant access to women alone.”

“I see.” Mila was not impressed by the way women were discussed as chattel.

“Bernadette, have them on my desk by tomorrow and we can send them off by post to Mila. Make them valid for a year so Mila has some leeway on travel arrangements.”

Bernadette nodded to her boss.

“So Mila is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Umm, no. Thank you so much for your help. I must say this has been much easier than I feared. Oh, one thing. Where do your female staff get their uniforms please?”

“I have no idea. Bernadette?”

Bernadette nodded vigorously.

“Bernadette will get that info for you on your way out. Thank you so much for stopping by.”

Mila got up and leant over the desk to shake James Hacker’s hand once more. She then followed Bernadette out of the office. As soon as the diminutive girl had the doors closed she reached up and removed her gag. She then turned to Mila and beckoned her to follow.

“You have a latex fetish?” Asked Bernadette as they walked.

“Me and my wife, yes,” replied Mila.

“Your wife who’s name is Speelbal?” There was a hint of a mocking tone in the question.

“We voluntarily live a D/s lifestyle.”

“Does she still have her collar on?”

“Yes, she does.”

“She’s a lucky girl, you are very beautiful.” Bernadette turned into a storeroom. “What size is your wife?”

“She is very small, about your size. Erm, I just wanted to know where to source them I was not asking to buy any now.”

“Rubber tears easy as I’m sure you know. We’re made to wear this stuff so we don’t pay for it. It’s a government issue only. Let's get you two of everything. The English government can afford it.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Here take three gags. They’re government spec only. The ball is small and soft. They don’t gag you very well but you’re legal while wearing them. They’re pretty comfortable compared to the real deal. They’ll make your trip to visit the in-laws easier.”

“You’re being very kind.”

“I’d like to ask you a question. You don’t have to answer. I’d understand if you did not trust me.”

“Ask your question, Bernadette.”

“Where did you meet your wife? When she came here where did she go to be safe?”

“Ahh, I see. It was in Amsterdam. Kloveniersburgwal number ninety-seven. However, it was just a hostel. There was a group, of which I honestly know nothing, that helped her get there. Bernadette, you have my address to send me the visas?”

“I do.”

“Then you have friends in the Netherlands and somewhere you can go to be safe.”

Suddenly Mila found herself in the grip of a powerful hug. It went on for a little too long and then she became aware the girl was sobbing.
“Are you okay?” Mila asked.

The latex-clad secretary broke her grip and looked up at the taller woman.

“I’m better now. I have hope now. I’ll wait until you’ve got back from England. So any heat I may bring does not spoil your travel plans. Just write a ‘thank you’ note to the Ambassador on your return. I handle all his mail.”

“That may be a while. I haven’t even booked time off work yet.”

“That’s fine. Here in The Hague, it’s not too bad. It’s the rotation back in England I cannot face. After work here I’m taken to a compound. It’s all us girls. We’re kept indoors but we’re treated fine. Back in England, it’s being led on leashes. Fear of arrest. Plus my dad is going to get a marriage offer he can’t turn down soon. He’s already getting heat for keeping me in this steal collar.”

“Then I look forward to your visit Bernadette.”

“Come, I better see you out now. There are no bugs in here but the corridors have cameras and they’ll be wondering what we’re doing in here so long.”

“Do you have a bag to put all this stuff in?”

“Oh yes, use this.” Bernadette pulled a large canvas holdall from one of the shelves. “Oh since you’re actually into this stuff you’ll want these isolation hoods too, and these panel gags.”

“Why do they have isolation hoods?”

“Trust me you don’t want to know. Okay, time to go.”

The two women walked out of the storeroom and following Bernadette Mila found herself back at the reception. As she signed out and was given her phone back she noticed Bernadette talking to the same three individuals still in reception.

Bernadette must have noticed her puzzled expression as she offered her hand to Mila.

“Ja, die drie zijn van de beveiliging. Geniet van de latex kleding, en dank je wel voor de hoop,” said Bernadette.

“Bedankt voor de hulp. Tot ziens,” responded Mila

Once out of the door Mila found herself walking briskly away. Feeling like she wanted, despite her heels, to break into a run. For all the civility within Mila realised she had been really frightened. She felt tainted by the place. What then was the country like?

That poor girl, what must it be like to live like that without hope of escape? What kind of a fucked-up country could not understand that someone’s sexuality is not a choice?

Mila got out her phone and after turning it back on called home.

“Hallo, Meesteres,” came Speelbal’s voice down the line. “Lagen ze meteen aan je voeten?”

“Ja, mijn liefste, binnenkort zullen we in staat zijn om jouw familie te bezoeken.” That was greeted with a squeal of happiness. “Maar ik zal een halsband net zoals die van jou moeten dragen.”

“Nee!”

“We zullen allemaal worden opgesloten in kuisheidsgordels.”

“Nee!”

"Bovendien zal Henry ons aan de leiband laten rondlopen!"

“Nee, Meesteres!”

“Ja, slavin. Ik heb nog een verrassing voor je.”

“Wat is het, Meesteres”

“Ik wil dat je naakt bent als ik thuiskom, meisje.”

“Ja, Meesteres.”