Stephanie slowly stood and twisted to look at her backside. Gingerly she touched some of the sorest bits. Still quietly sobbing she picked up the rubber knickers and gently eased them on over her tender behind. She then slipped back into the catsuit before turning her attention to her new sister.
Unhitching the chain to the gag she left the gag in place while she took out the anal hook. She did not feel like answering a barrage of stupid questions from Emily on why she put up with her Masters treatment. It was bad enough she had let him down so. She did not need Emily ignorantly rubbing salt in the wound.
Lowering Emily’s arms she led the girl upstairs to the shower. Unlacing the armbinder she gave the slave a quick massage of her arms before indicating she should step in the shower and wash.
“I don’t have a key to that leather collar yet, and you’re staying in that gag, so try not to get them wet. Just wash what Master messed up.”
Having instructed Emily, Stephanie went and fetched the items Master had instructed she dress her sister slave in. Master had actually given instructions to Stephanie before fetching Emily out of the cage, but Emily did not need to know that. From the toy draw she took out a large dildo and a medium sized butt plug as well as a key for the collar’s padlocks and a set of handcuffs and a key for those too.
She returned to find Emily out of the shower towelling herself dry.
“Good you’re done, come into the bedroom and we can get you dressed up like Master said.”
Emily meekly followed Stephanie and her eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of the rubber and bondage gear Stephanie had dumped on the bed. Stephanie noted Emily’s delight, but tried to keep her own face blank, as Emily did not yet know her fetish secret was out.
“Okay Emily, come over here and let me dress you. First we have to put this in.”
‘This’ was the butt plug and Stephanie held it up for Emily to see.
“Bend over girl and I’ll pop it in,” instructed Stephanie.
Emily did as ordered and, after applying some lube to both plug and Emily’s rose bud, Stephanie gently, but forcefully, pushed the item home.
It was clear from Emily's face she was enjoying the feeling of being full back there, and Stephanie was not surprised to see further delight when she held up the next item.
"Okay, slave, this in a neck entry catsuit. It was made for me but we have a pretty similar build so it ought to fit you too. It's got built in hands and feet, so once it's on the only bit of you not covered in latex will be your head.”
Stephanie put it back down and picked up a bottle of dressing aid.
"Before you try and put it on we need to get you slippery, else we'll be here all morning and risk tearing the suit. It cost Master a lot of money so careful with the finger nails.”
So saying Stephanie poured some lube on her hands and started rubbing it on to Emily's legs and feet. Working methodically she spread the lubricant up the slaves thighs even treating her sister to a sensuous rub over her crotch, accompanied with a cheeky wink up at the gagged girls face. Pouring out more lube she continued up above the waist. Stephanie took great delight in coating her counterparts breasts. Emily simply closed her eyes in delight as she passively accepted Stephanie's ministrations.
"Okay, that's you all slick and slippery. Let's get you dressed.”
Stephanie picked up the suit and putting her thumbs inside the neck gathered the rest of it up until just one leg was below the opening. Emily inserted her foot and the process of inserting her into the embrace of the garment began.
After the first leg was in up to the knee Stephanie stretched the neck further and the second leg went in. By inches the suit was worked up until the neck was around Emily's waist. Stephanie took this opportunity to rub up and out any air trapped under Emily's new black rubber skin.
Stephanie then pulled the suit up further and helped Emily insert first her right arm and the finally her left. Again the air trapped in the hands and arms was rubbed towards the neck and released.
"Okay girl, that was the hard part," declared Stephanie, "now the fun accessories." Stephanie picked up, and showed, the handcuffs to Emily. Dangling the cuffs on the finger of one hand, she twirled a finger on the other, to indicate Emily should turn around to have the cuffs put on behind her back.
Once Emily was securely cuffed Stephanie sat Emily on the edge of the bed and retrieved the key for the collar locks.
"While you serve as Masters slave you will always be in bondage. The least you will ever be in is your collar. If your collar is removed and you are in no other restraint you have been freed. I'm temporarily removing your collar, hence the cuffs.”
Stephanie unlocked and removed the girls collar. With it out of the way she rolled the tall neck of the catsuit up the slaves throat. So than Emily was now totally encased in tight glossy black rubber from the tips of her toes to high up under her chin.
Unable to postpone it any longer Stephanie finally removed the gag. Quite a lot of drool spilled onto the floor once the panel was parted from her face.
"Permission to speak, Mistress?" Asked Emily after a few quick swallows.
With resignation Stephanie reminded Emily, "You don't have to ask away from Master, remember?”
"Mistress what was with the numbers? Why did Master congratulate you on saying fifteen?”
"Well first, well done for not asking the obvious. Master and I trust each other implicitly. Master runs what is best called a game when it comes to punishments. I have to guess the number of strokes I'm due. It reflects if I realise how cross Master is. If I guess under I get twice what was originally planned. If I guess over I get the number I guessed. If I guess over three times in a row, I get a pass on my next punishment if I wish.”
"So if you'd guessed any number less than twelve you'd have received twenty four strokes?”
“Yes."
"Which brings me to the obvious question I suppose, Mistress. What did you do to deserve that?”
"I broke the first rule Master ever gave me.”
"Oh... You broke a rule... What was it?”
"I have to call him Master. l used his name this morning, first time since he locked me in this collar bar the day I introduced him to my parents.”
"You called him Mitch and he pulps your arse! Fucking hell!”
"I knew you'd react like that. You still don't get us.”
"I get you are both insane.”
"No listen. The beating was nothing. Hell, he used a cane. If he had wanted to hurt me he'd have used his bull whip. I was not crying because of being caned. I let my Master down. I failed him. I'm upset, perhaps more than Master is, that he had to punish me at all. That was my second ever punishment beating. He never sets me up to fail. The rules are really easy. It was all my fault that Master had to cane me today.”
"That beating was nothing?" Asked an incredulous Emily.
"Master will do worse for fun. Those were love taps.”
“Oh."
"Now enough chatter slave. Master wants you gimped so we're not finished. So let me put these ear buds in, you have something to listen to while I work and you languish in the cage.”
Emily dutifully sat still while the proffered ear buds were placed, Stephanie then took hold of the jack plug end and threaded the cable through the nose hole of a latex hood.
"Okay this hood is next. It has no eye holes and there is a gag on the inside. So you are going to be pretty isolated. No freaking out on me okay?”
Emily did not look nervous. In fact she looked keen. Stephanie wondered if she would enjoy the sensory deprivation she was about to endure as much as she anticipated.
Pulling the cable further through, so there was not too much slack within, Stephanie offered up the open hood to Emily's face. The girl took the gag into her mouth and after pulling it snug to the new slave's face Stephanie pulled the closing zip down the back of the hood. The rubber hood stretched tight moulding itself to the shape of Emily's head and face.
Stephanie then rolled back down the collar to the catsuit. She then quickly took a tailors tape measure and measured the circumference of Emily's throat before she pulled the zip down the collar of the hood. With the hood fully sealed Stephanie rolled the neck of the catsuit up over it. The fob of the zip was now hidden under the neck of the catsuit. The only holes in the latex covering Emily were the two small holes over the nostrils plus a presently closed zippered opening through the crotch.
Stephanie took the collar and wrapped it once more around Emily's throat. She buckled it just as tight as her Master had. Tighter in fact as there were two layers of latex rubber under it now. Stephanie then took the two padlocks, and with clicks that sounded thunderous to her, sealed Emily within her latex prison.
Next she stood the girl back up and unzipping the crotch of the catsuit she quickly slid the vibrator into Emily’s pussy. The girl was clearly aroused and made a happy groan when the thing was turned on. Another happy noise escaped when Stephane closed the zip sealing the dildo inside her sister.
Stephanie then removed the handcuffs. Emily's hands gingerly rose up and started to explore the hood from the outside. Stephanie watched fascinated. Master had dressed her like this many times, but obviously she had never seen what she looked like. Emily looked almost alien as her glossy black liquid form groped blindly at the back of the collar.
Determining the collar was indeed locked, in an almost comical gesture, Emily threw her hands up in frustration before dropping them to her sides.
Smirking at the display her sister had just put on Stephanie took hold of Emily's wrists and brought them around behind her. Pushing them together so Emily would understand they were to stay there Stephanie then picked up the armbinder and slid it back into place.
Once secured and laced tight Stephanie took Emily back to the cage. It was a slow journey with the girl now sightless and her arms bound behind her back.
Arriving at the cage Stephanie gently helped Emily to her knees and to shuffle within once more.
The final step was a cliche but one Master said would be perfect for Emily. Plugging the headphone cable into an old phone Stephanie launched and started an app that read documents imported into it. She then loaded in the document Master had typed out. Setting it to start over each time it finished she quickly read through the copy.
"Emily, you have agreed to serve as a slave.
A real slave, not a role playing fantasy.
There are no limits or constraints on what your owner may do with you.
Failure to obey any order will be rewarded with punishment.
There are no safe words, you cannot stop this, you will continue to serve until released from bondage.
Your consent is no longer required for anything from this point on.
As a slave you are expected to put your owners needs, wants and desires before your own at all times.
There are some standing orders, as follows;
1 You will address and refer to your owner, Mitchell Chambers, as Master. You may only use his name if a third party asks you what it is.
2 You do not speak unless given permission, or are spoken directly to.
3 You are forbidden from using furniture to sit, unless ordered to. You either stand or kneel on the floor.
4 You are forbidden from telling anyone you are only serving for a limited time. If asked directly you will answer you are serving until your Master releases you.
5 You only eat or drink what your Master provides. You do not use cutlery; you either drink direct from a bottle or eat from your masters hand or from a bowl on the floor.
6 You only wear what your Master instructs you to. If not instructed, you go naked. Clothes are a privilege.
7 You, as a slave, do not have a sexuality. You will engage in any sexual act, with anyone, or any thing your Master orders you to.
8 You will not hide your status of slave from anyone. You will wear your collar with pride.
9 If disciplined while un-gagged you will count each stroke and ask for the next. At the end you will thank your instructor.
10 As your owner's property you will do nothing to bring his good name into disrepute. You will obey the laws of the land and will be meek, submissive and polite to all free people you may meet.
11 You are to keep yourself clean and presentable at all times. You will grow no hair except on your head. You will exercise daily and keep fit. You will maintain your weight within four pounds, plus or minus, of your recorded weight.
12 You will maintain the health of your Master's slave. You will take contraception and require prophylactics are used by all other men but your Master. You will report any health concerns to your owner immediately.
Happy, Stephanie pressed play. Now all Emily would hear for the next few hours was the female computer voice emotionlessly repeat the rules. Rules she would live her life by for the next few weeks certainly, though Stephanie hoped it would become a permanent state of affairs. She tucked the phone into the armbinder and closed the door on her sister slave.
Stephanie found Master down in the workshop cutting stainless steel flat bar. The garage doors were drawn back so technically they were open to customers. But bar infrequent passing trade, most clients made appointments, no one was expected.
“Master, Emily’s neck measured thirty and one half centimetres.”
“Good, that’s the same as you. I’ve allowed some waste at this stage but I figured it would be around that. So we’ll need a collar with a diameter around ten centimetres, though I’ll beak out the calculator in a mo, before I roll this stuff.
“Slave, in the duffle I brought back from Emily’s flat, you’ll find a simple leather posture collar. Go fetch it, a pair of handcuffs, a latex stocking and the pork roast we bought this morning.”
“Yes, Master.”
A few minutes later and Stephane returned with the items.
“Good girl, put them down there pet.” Instructed Stephanie’s owner. As soon as she did Mitch took the handcuffs and indicated to Stephanie that she should turn around. She quickly obeyed holding her arms out behind her to help her Master cuff her.
Mitch next unlocked her collar. It felt really strange, wrong, to have nothing around her throat. She didn’t like the feeling, she felt vulnerable, exposed, even naked without it there.
Master picked up the posture collar. It really was a cheap and simple affair, a tall un-contoured rectangle of stiff leather bent into a tube with twin leather straps around the outside to cinch it closed.
“Stephanie I need to know how tight you can wear this without hurting you. This is not a punishment or a game. I need you to communicate clearly with me. I trust you not to be a wimp about this, but I don’t want you being so stoic I inadvertently hurt you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master, may I ask why? That way I can tell you what you need to know.”
“I’m fairly sure I can weld a steel collar on you and Emily. But it is potentially very dangerous. It’s not too practical either, but psychologically I think it will be very powerful for Emily. You and I know how easy it is to cut metal. Emily will not. I think she’s the sort that has read stories on the net about steel collars and chastity belts that are impossible to cut off. It will be like I have sealed her for life into a collar she must wear to her grave. We won’t inform her a Dremel and a few cutting disks will have it off in under fifteen minutes.”
“Master, that’s a little bit cruel.”
“Yeah, but she will get the full truth before I ask her to commit. I just want her to know what it felt like to think she really was a ‘slave for life’ before I ask her to become one. That way she can make an informed decision.”
“I understand, Master. Shall we commence 'Operation Throttle'? My neck feels pretty naked as it is.”
“You do look odd without a collar. A bit like looking at someone who always wears glasses when they start on contacts.”
Mitch wrapped the stiff leather around Stephanie's throat and buckled it tight.
“How is that?” He asked.
“Very tight, Master but I can easily breath.”
“I’m more worried about blood flow or nerve damage at this point. Can you see clearly?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mitch offered up Stephanie’s steel collar but it would not close around the outside of the leather collar.
“We still need to be tighter. Let me know straight away if it gets too much.”
Mitch pulled tighter on the outer leather straps and the collar squeezed Stephanie’s throat.
“Your face is very red now slave, are you okay?”
“My face feels hot, but I can breath and I can hear my pulse roaring in my ears, Master. So blood must be getting through too. I’d not want to be like this long, but I can endure it for a while. Would you like to leave me like this? To see if I can go long enough to weld a collar on?”
“Let’s see,” said Mitch offering up the steel collar. This time it closed and there was a gap for his finger inside. “Well, it’s tight enough, but we don’t yet know how long it takes. So…”
Mitch scored a mark in each strap and then loosened the collar without removing it.
“Kneel slave while I get ready for the next stage.”
Stephanie knelt and watched her owner at work. As he cut and shaped the metal she wondered at the skill he exhibited. Her parents had dismissed her man as a thug or an idiot. His rough appearance fooled many fools. He had a decade on Stephanie, but he was fit and strong. His fingers were capable of delicate work as well as violence and he had a sharp and powerful mind. Despite her eduction she had never felt her Master was intellectually inferior to her. If fact, he had often proven himself more insightful, and quicker witted than his slave.
Eventually Mitch had six highly polished half circles of stainless steel. Two had large steel rings attached to the outside. He then unwrapped the pork and stuffed it into the latex stocking. Then he removed the collar from Stephanie and wrapped it around the latex clad roast. Master then placed two of the semi-circles of steel around that and clamped it in place in a large bench vice.
“Okay I have all the tools I’ll need. Have I missed anything?” He asked himself.
Taking advantage of the rhetorical question Stephanie piped up, “Master if you are about to weld may I have a mask?”
“Good girl, nearly forgot,” he said as he placed her own welding mask on her head. “Okay it’s ten past, lets see how quickly I can do this.”
Stephanie nodded her mask down as her Master attached the earth and turned on the arc welder. He quickly and smoothly went to work. Once the weld was done he ground it flat before sanding and then polishing. Each task done with an angle grinder ready set up on the bench. After the first join was done he opened the vice and rotated the metal. He then repeated the task.
When he stopped he looked up at the clock. “Twenty minutes. Not bad. Let’s see if porky survived.”
He removed the joint from the rubber stocking and inspected it.
“No heat damage so… lets now see if we can quickly remove it if we need to.
Mitch then took a scrap piece of off-cut flat bar and slid it under the collar next to the pork.
Holding it in place with his thumb he then picked up a Dremel fitted with a half mill cutting disk.
Carefully he started cutting the collar over the scrap. He wore out and replaced the thin disk twice but in five minutes he was through. Sliding out the scrap the pork joint was still unharmed.
“So the collar can be safely removed quite easily. The next step we need to take is to see if you can keep that posture collar on super tight for twenty slave.”
“Please Master, I’m sure I can. Weld mine first please.”
"Sorry no, I've played enough, we need to work. Emily is stewing nicely, learning the rules. We now need to earn a crust.”
Mitch removed the welding mask, replaced her steel collar and undid the cuffs.
"Go start on that engine, we'll test your stamina later.”
The rest of day dragged for Stephanie. The engine he had her breaking down needed a rebore and so she ended taking it down to the crank. A routine task now for the ex librarian enslaved by a mechanic.
Her head was lost in the idea of a welded collar. Initially it sounded like a stupid idea. Hard, but not impossible, to remove, it would limit options. Quickly changing collars would no longer be easy, neither would taking it off to aid dressing. There were health risks too. But all that was negated by the fact that, until today's experiments, her collar had not been removed in over a year.
Routinely she forgot she was wearing one. Being collared had become so natural, so normal, that daily it did not get thought about. The idea of being welded into a new collar made that fresh again. Plus she loved the idea of an unbroken polished band of steel. No hinges, no locks or seams, just hard unyielding steel claiming her as Master's slave.
Around lunch time the owner of the bike, and engine, she had split came in, and Master had her report her findings on the state of the cylinders to him personally.
Part way through her report she realised the fool was lost looking at a leather clad, collared, sexual fantasy.
"Sir, what did I just tell you?" She asked.
"What? Umm, dunno, love. Kinda drifted off there for a moment. Err, do you have a boyfriend?”
"Sorry, Sir, yes, and he's extremely possessive too. Can we get back to your engine? It's pretty bad news I'm afraid, this scoring on the cylinders means you'll need either a rebore or new cylinders."
Once the customer was gone she was tasked with taking the cylinders over to the company that would do the rebore. They were in the next town, a half hour ride on her bike. Yet more time to daydream about a welded collar, and a sister slave. By the time she got back she had thoroughly wound herself up. On the plus side it was nearly time to close shop.
When she found her Master he was almost as keen as she was.
“Close up girl, then go fetch down the gas mask with the long hose.”
“Should I change, Master?”
“No, girl, we will stick with the plan of doing Emily first. I need you dressed in leather for that.”
Stephanie did as instructed and ten minutes later she was kneeling by Masters bench in the workshop.
“Lets get on with this shall we? I think we are both as keen as each other to see if this is possible.”
So saying Stephanie’s Master cuffed her, removed her collar and then put the posture collar in place. He quickly cinched it down to the marks he had made before and then noted the time.
Twenty minutes later he removed the collar and Stephanie was very glad he had.
“So how was that slave?”
“Hell, but survivable. Emily is going to be freaked if you do that to her without explanation. More so if you take her straight from the cage still blind and deaf.”
“I know, it’s part of the plan. Tomorrow Ayesha is going to be paying us a visit too. Emily ought to be convinced in short order she’s in it for the long haul. Anyway less chat more action. Go fetch your sister and we’ll put her in the collar we hope never to take off.”
“Yes, Master.”
Emily was curled in a ball on her side in the cage. She jerked in surprise when Stephanie pulled at her ankle. But doubtless grateful for some interaction after hours in the dark with nothing but her new rules constantly being recited at her she quickly wriggled out of the cage.
Once Stephanie got her to her feet she became aware that Emily was breathing hard through the nostril holes in the hood. Sensitive to every touch it was clear the sensory deprivation had had quite an effect on the woman.
Carefully she guided her new sister over to Masters bench. While she had been fetching Emily her Master had moved his weight lifting bench over in front of the vice.
“Okay before we do this we need her less tense and used to being touched. I’m going to hold her up, you get down there and eat her out. A climax ought to calm her some.”
Stephanie instantly dropped in front of Emily and as Master wrapped her in a huge hug from behind she opened the zip to Emily’s crotch.
The girl was trembling and soaking wet and pretty much almost there. The batteries in the vibe were long dead but it was clear they had taken Emily over the edge many times before they expired.
Stephanie left the soaking mess alone and instantly started on Emily's clit. Just a few tickles with her tongue had the new slave girl bucking in Masters grasp as she fell into a shuddering orgasm.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Mitch.
"Master, I think we inadvertently hit every ultimate sex fantasy button for Emily. She's clearly been having a wonderful time in the cage.”
"Excellent, let's see how being welded into a heavy steel collar fits with that narrative for her. Zip her closed and use that belt on the bench to strap her ankles together.”
"Yes, Master.”
Ankles secured Mitch picked up the girl with Stephanie's help lowered in a kneeling position onto the weight bench. He then guided her forward until her chin was resting on the back of the vice set in the work bench.
"There's another leather strap over there girl, use it, behind her knees, to secure her to the bench. We need to keep her in place.”
"Yes, Master.”
With Emily bound in place he unlocked the collar from her throat and quickly replaced it with the posture collar. Though he did not cinch it tight at this point.
"Okay we are nearly ready to go. Slave grab those welding aprons and drape them over Emily. We don't want your new sister burnt by spatter.”
As Stephanie followed his instructions Mitch quickly scanned the tools, to ensure there would be no delays.
"Right slave I'm going to put the gas mask on her and cover her head with this apron. I will want you to hold the hose away from the welding area so she does not breath in any gasses. I also need you to hold her head down so she does not lift her neck into the welding area. Do you think you can manage that?”
"I'll need gloves Master. One moment." Stephanie crossed to her own work bench and put on her own welding gauntlets. Crossing back she stood ready to help her Master.
"Okay then. Here we go," said Mitch.
Mitch placed the gas mask on Emily and passed the hose to Stephanie. He then pulled the phone out of the armbinder.
"I'm going to stop this so we can talk to her if needed. Reassure her if you need to, but don't spoil the surprise.”
Mitch turned off the litany and popped the phone back. He then drew tight the posture collar. Almost instantly Emily started twisting and bucking.
"Keep still, sister, or you'll hurt yourself. Something wonderful is happening," reassured Stephanie.
Emily stilled and Mitch placed the two semicircles of steel around her throat. He then pressed her forward and clamped the parts in the vice. Stephanie placed her hand on the back of Emily's head and pressed her down into the vice.
Mitch draped leather aprons over the two women and attached the earth, he then nodded his welding mask down and started work. Emily kept still and only a whimper escaped her when the first angle grinder first started up. At the half way point Mitch poured some water on the piece to cool it before turning it and re-clamping it. In short order he was done.
After more water Mitch took off a glove and checked it was safe to touch. He then removed the gas mask and quickly loosened the posture collar and pulled it out. Casting aside the various aprons he undid the the strap under Emily's knees and lifted the girl before gently sitting her on the padded bench.
Both he and Stephanie leaned in to inspect the new collar.
"So what do you think?" Asked Mitch.
"Master it's so beautiful.”
"Well I'm sure Emily wants to see too.”
Emily nodded frantically. Mitch pushed the new collar up high under Emily's chin and rolled down the neck of the catsuit. He then lowered the collar and unzipped the hood. Peeling it off to reveal a very sweaty and blotchy Emily. The slave girl squinted against the light after a day in total darkness.
"Stephanie, go fetch a mirror while Emily's eyes adapt," ordered Mitch.
"Yes, Master," retorted Stephanie as she sprinted off to return with a circular shaving mirror. Just as she got back Emily plucked up the courage to ask a question.
"Permission to speak, Master.”
"Yes, slave.”
"What did you do, Master?”
"I collared you, slave.”
"May I look, Master?”
"Stephanie hold up the mirror for your sister.”
"Yes, Master," responded Stephanie as she held the mirror for Emily to look.
"Master, did you weld this on me?" Asked Emily peering through squinted eyes at her reflection.
"Yes, girl, I did.”
"So it can't come off?”
"I have no desire to remove it girl.”
"But it's permanently welded, there's no lock. It can't ever be removed?" Stephanie could see her Master was correct. Emily did not think steel could be cut so close to her neck. She thought she was trapped forever in her new collar.
"It's welded slave. There is no lock. It's staying there, girl,” evaded Mitch.
Under her breath, almost inaudibly, Emily whispered, "I'm really a slave." The girl shuddered, then tore her gaze away from the mirror to look at her Master. "You're keeping me hear aren't you, Master? Like Stephanie. Permanently.”
"Both your sister, and I, want nothing more than for you to share our lives with us. That is why I have upgraded your temporary leather collar for a steel one.”
Emily started to cry. Not heavy sobbing, but gently weeping. Heavy tears running down her cheeks.
"I used to like playing self bondage games," Emily confessed. "I'd encase myself in latex just like you have done to me today. I even have a iPod I use to make white noise... My favourite fantasy, while I was tied up like that, was that someone would discover me before I could free myself. They'd take the keys, rape me, and then steal me away to keep as their sex slave... Inadvertently you two have just acted out my wildest sexual fantasy. But the price... My life is over. I'm just a slave now?”
"I'd not say 'just' a slave. But yes, you are my slave. I own you. Stephanie is going to be your sister slave. We agreed this earlier. You became my slave voluntarily.”
"Master, may I say something?" Asked Stephanie.
"You may.”
"Sister, the key to this is love. Let us love you. Love us back. Open your heart. Master will hold you in his chains. In his collar. But if your heart is where it wants to be, there are no chains. A cage can hold things in, but it can keep shit out too. I feel naked without a collar. I feel safe within my cage. We're offering to share ourselves with you here. It is a power exchange relationship. You do get things back for giving up control.”
"It's not like I've got much choice in the matter now though is it," answered Emily. "I hope it works out like you say." Emily turned to Mitch, “So what happens now... Master?”
"Well you can start by going with your sister and getting cleaned up. Stephanie I'm going out to eat, take your time. Indulge yourselves." He turned and walked towards the garage doors.
"Ooh, thank you, Master," said Stephanie. "Come sister, let's go have some fun upstairs.”
Hooking a finger into the large ring hanging from the front of Emily's new steel collar she led her sister slave away.
Up in the bedroom Stephanie sat Emily down on the bed.
“So you’ve got bondage gear back at your place then?” Stephanie asked innocently.
“Yeah, loads actually. I met this guy long time ago, showed me the ropes if you’ll forgive the pun. He turned out to be a cheat. But I was hooked on bondage.
"After failing to find anyone I felt I could trust properly I started playing self bondage games. I got into it big time. Which sort of became a problem.”
“A problem? I don’t understand.”
“I basically converted my bedroom into a dungeon. You know the sort of thing. Huge four poster bed with rings on it. St Andrews cross, flogging horse, mirrored wardrobes and hooks in the ceiling. Trouble was I could never bring a guy home without him getting the wrong idea. They either thought I was a prostitute or a dominatrix. I never got more than the odd one night stand.”
“Grief! So you have lots of kinky stuff?”
“Loads, Mistress. Especially rubber gear. I love dressing in latex.”
“Well, that’s good as Master loves dressing his slaves in latex too. See, you’re going to be so happy in your collar.”
“I can’t believe this has happened. That he has done something so outrageous as to weld a collar on me.”
“Master has a very direct approach to things he wants. As I said earlier, my first night I was flogged and fucked then locked in a cage for the night. He was just as harsh on the second day too. Dressed me in latex and took me out on his bike to all sorts of places. Even my place of work at the time.”
“But he intends to keep me here as his slave? For real?”
“That’s what he wants. As it happens I do too. I want you to want it too. Trust me it’s a lot of fun.”
“I’ve known you people for less than a day. I basically thought Mitc… Sorry, Master, was hot when I saw him down the bar. I asked the barman, Colin, about him. He said Master had a sex slave. I didn’t believe him but it gave me a line to approach him with.
“Now less than twenty four hours later I am dressed in latex with a steel collar welded, I mean fucking welded, around my throat for the rest of my life for Christ sakes.
“It’s almost a fait accompli really. I can’t land a regular job with two and a half inches of shiny steel wrapped around my neck. It’s not even company uniform at a supermarket check out. I'm boxed in. For the rest of my life people are going to see it and assume they know what I am. He may as well have tattooed the word slave on my forehead.”
“I think you look beautiful in it Emily,” interjected Stephanie.
“Mistress, I do too. I love it to look at. But I’m being an adult here. It can’t be Christmas every day.”
“Why not? This collar I’m locked into has been around my throat ninety percent of the time for the last three years,” challenged Stephanie.
“At the doctors? When you’re ill? In front of your family?”
“Yes at the doctors. My GP is a woman, I simply explained I’m in an alternative relationship. She asked me some questions about my sexual health. Gave me a short lecture on how to be safe. Then admitted she too likes it kinky in the bedroom but could not go as far as I have.
“I’ve had one heavy cold in the time I’ve been collared. Master added some extra bedding to the cage. Plus some cold remedies along with the food supplements. I was kept in my leather cat during the day and put to bed early in the evening. He neither fucked me or beat me until I was fit.
“It prompted a discussion. If I’d been more seriously ill I’d have been taken to the docs. Perhaps confined to my cage until fit. In short Master would have cared for me.
“Parents, Emily, is a bit of a story. Long story short Master has a dressier posh collar he put me in sometimes. He put me in that and pretty vanilla clothes when I introduced Master to them. The bigoted arseholes snubbed him anyway. Most dismal Christmas of my life. I don’t think your parents could be as bad as mine. But the point is Master let me see them. He will not stop you interacting with your family either, I'm sure.
"Turn around we can keep talking but we need to get you out of that armbinder."
Emily turned so Stephanie could work on the laces.
"Mistress, is there any chance of a drink, and perhaps some food? You guys have kept me locked up all day and I'm pretty strung out."
"I'll get you something once this is off."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Once removed Stephanie actually spent a couple of minutes rubbing life back into Emily's arms before popping down to mix up a food supplement drink.
Returning to the bedroom she found her new sister exploring her collar in a mirror. Stephanie had never identified as either gay or bi. But seeing Emily dressed in Stephanie's catsuit she had to admit the woman looked hot. Master had said indulge yourselves. It was a euphemism as blunt as a club. Master expected them to fuck. Master had required her to fuck a great many different men to date. Often she had taken the task as a challenge, focusing on her submission and revelling in her collar to remain aroused for some of them. This though looked like being less onerous.
"It does look good," said Stephanie offering the bottle of drink as Emily turned.
"How did he weld it there, so close to my neck?" asked Emily. Then taking the bottle, "Thank you."
"You were gimped up to protect you from the arc, electrical welding so no flame. The leather posture collar you felt so tight protected you from the heat. Master practiced on a pork joint first, and me to ensure you'd not choke."
"This is nice what is it?"
"Huel. It gets old quickly, but it's very good for you."
"Okay, well it's nice. Umm, so can he use that arc thingy to cut it off?"
"No Emily, it does not work like that. You know I'm pretty jealous of you right now. I was begging Master to weld me in my collar first."
"Oh? You're not angry with me are you?"
"Why should I be angry with you?"
"'Cause of the collar. Plus what Master said while he was fucking me after he punished you."
"You got wet being in bondage watching S&M that's no big deal. You have no, nor will you ever have, any control over what Master does. So I have no cause to be angry with you."
"That's a relief. Umm, you want your collar welded on too?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"What is rule eight slave?"
"I will not hide my status of slave from anyone. I will wear my collar with pride. Oh! You like people seeing your collar?"
"Love it. Call me brazen or wanton. Don't care. I like the way people look at me now. I used to hide in plain sight. Typical librarian. Now, thanks to Master, people see me as a vixen. A sexual creature, not a plain, mousey, dull, frightened and shy girl."
"Oh, and I have to be that too?"
"You have to be Master's. There really is no hiding that collar girl. You'll not be hidden in here. You will meet people. So people judge. Accept that and be Master's slave. It's what you are now. In fact, on that very theme, what's rule seven?"
"I, as a slave, do not have a sexuality. I will engage in any sexual act, with anyone, or any thing my Master orders me to."
"Kiss me, slave."
"Yes, Mistress," grinned Emily. Moving in she planted a deep and passionate kiss on Stephanie's mouth. "I'm bi, so that's going to be an easy rule to follow."
"Remember those words when a drunk eighteen stone lump of lard goes to stick his cock in your mouth down the bar one night."
"Ewe, Mistress! That's not conducive to the mood."
"Yet, as a slave, you must continue. Kneel, slave, I want to see if you know how to use your tongue.”
As Emily dropped to her knees Stephanie unzipped the crotch of her leathers and pulled aside the gusset of her latex knickers.
Emily moved in and quickly proved she knew exactly what to do with her tongue. Stephanie, suddenly weak in the legs, staggered back and allowed herself to fall onto the bed. Emily eagerly followed after her sister slave and continued her oral ministrations.
Keen to reward and encourage the new girl Stephanie indicated that she unzip her rubber suit’s crotch too. Once the dead vibrator was removed both women, one clad in latex, the other in leather, were furiously eating each other out.
Both were teasing each other too. Every time it sounded like the other was about to come they would back off a bit and focus on areas away from the clitoris. When things calmed down they would move in once more.
Stephanie realised she was supposed to be in control after a while and broke the cycle with a command of, “Finish me, slave.”
As Emily did as she was told Stephanie rewarded her with a few well aimed licks before both women finally shuddered to mutually delightful climaxes.
They both lay spent for a while before Stephanie roused them both.
“Okay, fun as that was we are supposed to be getting cleaned up,” Stephanie stood and started stripping out of her leathers. “Help me out of this corset then into the shower girl, once you’re wet we can peel that latex off of you.”
Emily undid and loosened the lacing at the back of Stephanie’s corset enough that she could undo the busk. Both girls then got in the shower and once enough warm water had been directed down the neck of the catsuit Stephanie helped Emily slide out of the garment.
Both now naked, bar their collars, the girls set to lathering each other up. It took a fair amount of self control not to give in once more into sapphic passion.
Out of the shower and towelling dry Emily broached a subject Stephanie had been anticipating.
“Mistress, did Master give you all those piercings?”
“Yes, Emily, he did. Though not personally, he paid a trained professional to do it.”
“All at once or over the three years?”
“The septum and all of the outer labia we done almost the same week I committed to his collar. Then I had my breasts enlarged. After that my nipples and the stud in my tongue. The tattoo came shortly after those.”
“Do you think Master will make changes to me?”
“Probably, yes. Knowing Master he’ll probably want us to match. Which’ll probably mean I’ll end up with a cute hood ring like yours too.”
“So along with this collar I’m going to have ‘slave’ tattooed onto my pussy. Master enjoys his objectification doesn’t he?”
“Yes, a lot. That’s exactly how he sees and will treat us. Highly prized, cherished even loved, but objects. He recognises that we are people. He is not a sociopath, in fact he’s quite empathic. But he has set rules for slaves. As an example we were discussing my feelings towards you this morning. As a slave I have no claim to him. He gets to fuck whoever he wants. He acknowledges though that rules are one thing, feelings another. He wanted to know if I felt any jealousy, even though I have no reason to be jealous.”
“So how would he have done things differently if you had said you were jealous and hated the idea of me?”
“I have no idea. He seems pretty keen on you though so probably no different. He may have simply acknowledged I was feeling jealous but told me to adjust as it was happening.”
“This is all happening so fast. I feel so out of control.”
“Well you are, so you should. I’d get used to that. I mean you are not without some influence. If you deliberately fuck up you’ll experience a lot more pain. But you are no longer free.”
“This is insane. I can’t believe it is happening.”
“You volunteered, Emily.”
“I know… I know. It’s just… I was never expecting a collar to be welded around my throat. I mean it’s nice as a fantasy. It even looks good too. But it’s pretty life limiting in reality. It’s slavery or nothing really now. Which is a pretty dirty trick, even if I did agree to no limits or safe word.”
“For what it’s worth slavery as Master’s slave is a pretty good option. I promise you I’m not lying when I tell you I am really, really happy in my collar. I mean, it’s been pretty good fun so far hasn’t it?”
“I’m not sure how I’m going to cope with the pain. Pretty scared about that.”
“You said you’d been whipped before.”
“Once, by a guy as green as me. He said he knew what he was up to. Started real slow with a soft flogger, then changed up to a paddle. Never really hit me hard. Made my bum a bit pink but ultimately left me a bit deflated. Said so which is when he admitted I was his first sub. I was pretty unimpressed he had lied to me. Dumped him the next day. What Master did to you earlier… scares the crap out of me.”
“Well it’s both as bad and not as bad as it looks. Or at least that’s my spin on it. Yes you’ll cry and scream and beg. Yes it’ll hurt. But it’s a huge rush too. Try not to worry to much. It’s not like you have any control is it?”
“It just seems mad that we are calmly sitting here talking about it like it was normal.”
“Slave, it is our normal. I live like this every day, and now so do you… Now, it’s my hope that Master will weld my collar on when he returns. So lets make sure we are ready. Oh, one thing first.”
Stephanie knelt down on the floor and assumed the position their Master required a waiting slave to adopt.
“If Master tells you to kneel or shouts out ‘position’ this is how you should do it,” informed Stephanie. “Also if you enter the same room as him and he is busy. You wait for him kneeling like this.”
“I understand, and thank you, Mistress,” replied Emily. “Always hands behind the head?”
“Yes, girl, it lifts your tits up.”
“Got it, Mistress.”
The slaves then busied themselves tidying up. Stephanie showed Emily where most things were kept or put when they needed cleaning. Having finished in the living quarters they went down to the workshop. They gathered up the equipment and aprons used to weld Emily’s collar in place. Tidying it ready, hopefully, for a repeat performance for Stephanie.
“You know, Mistress, I’ve got a posture collar just like this one at home,” said Emily after picking the item up off the floor where Mitch had discarded it. “Where did you get yours?”
“No idea, slave, Master buys the toys. He just uses them on me, or in this case you. Is it unusual?”
“Not especially, got mine off the net, Mistress. Can’t actually remember where now. Most stuff comes via Etsy traders.”
“We have another sculptured posture collar upstairs. I’m guessing Master used that one for this as it doesn’t have a ring to get in the way of the steel collar he puts over it.”
“That makes sense. I have to admit I hope he welds your collar too. I want to see how he did mine."
"Well this areas ready but we'll need the catsuit on me and you in leather so let's go sort that out. After which, if Master has not returned, we can indulge each other once more." Stephanie grinned.
Back in the bathroom Stephanie showed Emily the way she cleaned latex. Emily confirmed it was similar to the way she had treated her own latex. With all the rubber items clean and gleaming once more Emily held up the leather catsuit.
"Mistress, do you really wear nothing but leather or rubber?"
"Pretty much. Master has a huge hard on for fetish wear. I also think he feels it's important to maintain the slave master dynamic."
"We should swing by my place, Mistress. I have quite a good collection of latex. Not much leather though."
"Yeah, engine oil and grease are not a good combination if you want your latex to last. It's the only reason Master doesn't keep me in latex at work too."
As she said this the distinctive sound of the v-twin engine of Mitch's motorbike roared up outside. Stephanie saw the fear in Emily's face. She remembered reacting like that once, nowadays she just felt excited to hear her man return.
"Don't be frightened Emily. Master owns us and cares for us. Respect him, and perhaps in time like me, love him too. But don't be frightened, he is strict and can be cruel, he is a sadist too. But essentially he's a hedonist. The good times far outweigh the bad. Kneel here with me like I showed you earlier. We'll wait here for him."