The two slaves knelt at the foot of the bed. Knees spread, backs straight and their hands clasped behind their heads. The sound of their owner entering and then climbing the stairs to the living area inevitably preceded his entry to the bedroom.

"Well that's a pretty spectacular sight for any man to find in his bedroom. Fuck I'm one lucky guy."

He crossed over to Stephanie, "Still want a collar like your sister slave, Stephanie?"

"Please, Master."

Mitch threw himself onto his bed and laying back ordered his girl's, "Slaves on the bed now, either side of me."

Both girls rose and climbed on as ordered. Emily a fraction of a second behind Stephanie so she could mirror her moves. The slaves lay down next to their owner, one each side, facing in to him with a leg hitched over and a hand each resting on his chest.

"Oh now I know I've died and gone to Heaven. You know it's moments like these that make you wish you could travel back in time and tell your younger self it'll all work out. Two nubile sex slaves naked, collared, and mine. Girl's, I'm in a very good mood. So treats for both of you. First we'll weld some steel around Stephanie's throat so she can stop being jealous. Then we'll all head out to the bar to celebrate the expansion of our family and its newest member."

"Thank you, Master," chimed out both girls in unison. Mitch grinned.

"Have you girls been practicing that?"

"No, Master," replied Stephanie, "we've been indulging in other pleasures as you suggested."

"Oh? Good. However, little warning, work before play now, and always. If you vixen's slack on your chores, or under perform with me, I'll be locking those pussies up."

"Yes, Master," replied the girls, again in unison.

"Oh I going to love getting used to that! Okay we need to motor if we are going out. Stephanie into rubber so we can collar you. Emily I don't need you dressed yet so just help your sister dress and down to the workshop."

The girls leaped up and Emily followed the grinning Stephanie.

“Emily, come here a moment please,” ordered Mitch to her retreating back.

Emily returned and knelt at the side of the bed as Stephanie had taught her.

“Coming to terms with the collar?” Asked Mitch.

“Yes, Master, but if I may speak freely?”

“Always, girl. I need to know what’s on your mind if I’m to look after you properly.”

“Master, it was a rotten trick.”

“You think?”

“I’m a slave for life now whether I want to be or not.”

“How so?”

“This collar! It’s a one way ticket. I can never live a normal life now.”

“I actually think you’re wrong there. I know from past experience people will blank or ignore all sorts of stuff. I’ve escorted ladies with similar jewellery in place to all sorts of public events and not a word has been said. I’d prove it to you tonight but I have a different agenda planned.

“On that subject hold out your right hand, slave.”

Emily did as ordered and Mitch took her thumb and pressed it onto the home button of a phone he held in his hand. Emily instantly realising she had just unlocked her phone for her Master looked questioningly at him, fear in her eyes.

“Don’t panic, slave. I promise you, I want you as happy in your collar as your sister. You are not on the cusp of a life of hell. I’ll be honest, I’m going to force you to reassess your life. But I think a few months from now, perhaps sooner, you’ll be happy you said yes to my collar this morning.”

“Yes, Master,” replied a bewildered Emily.

“Now trot on and help your sister. She’s so excited to get a collar like yours she’s fit to burst. Think on that.”

“Yes, Master,” retorted Emily, turning away as her owner turned his attention to her phone.

Stephanie was nine tenths of the way dressed when Emily caught up with her. She was into the catsuit and holding the armbinder.

“Good, slave, help me into this then we’ll go down. You can put the hood on me after we’ve done the stairs. What did Master want?”

“Mistress, he wanted me to unlock my phone,” replied Emily as she took the armbinder and slid it up Stephanie’s arms.

“Ahh, and now you’re worried what he’s doing with it?”

“I can’t think of anything good, Mistress.”

“Before I’d committed to Master for life he locked me onto the pillion seat of his bike impaled on two enormous dildos. I was dressed in not a lot and he took me to all sorts of public places to be gawped at and in some instances groped too.”

“Sounds horrific.”

“I actually had quite a few orgasms that day. Anyway the point of this is one of the places he parked me up and displayed me was outside my place of work. My face was hidden under a bike helmet but my actual boss came up to me and asked Master to move on. At the time I was bricking it.”

“Still sounds horrific, Mistress,” said Emily as she worked on the laces of the armbinder.

“Yeah, I get that. But the point was a few days later I walk into work dressed in a rubber catsuit and this very collar. I went up to Hargreaves and told that supercilious twerp where he could stick that job. I marched out of the Library in a latex catsuit, heels, a slave collar and the biggest grin I’d ever had. One of best days that was, though there have been many after.

“So don’t worry too much about being outed or recognised. You’re collared and owned. Own that, and be proud. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You’re all laced in, Mistress. Shall we go downstairs?”

Once downstairs Emily put her sister into the latex hood. Hood sealed up closed both girls knelt awaiting their owner.

Mitch came down the stairs whistling ‘The Yellow Rose Of Texas’ and broke into another grin as he spied his waiting slaves.

“Okay Emily as Stephanie knows what is going on and how it’s done I don’t need your actual help. But I’m sure you want to watch. So take that welding mask and come stand here so you don’t get hit by spatter.”

"Yes, Master," answered Emily taking the proffered mask. She went to stand where told and put the mask on.

"Permission to speak, Master."

"Yes, Emily?"

"Master the glass is clear, how will it protect me?"

"There is a sensor at the front, it'll darken when I start welding. Now quiet as I work."

"Sorry, Master."

"Don't apologise, it was a valid question. But let me concentrate now."

Mitch helped Stephanie onto the padded weight bench and, after removing her original steel collar, placed the posture collar around her throat. He put the gas mask on her and draped some welding aprons over her. After a quick scan of the tools on the bench he cinched the posture collar tight. Placed the two halves of the new collar around her throat and secured it all in the vice. He attached the earth and covered the rest of the exposed slave girl with leather aprons.

"Push down now Stephanie, I'm about to start."

Mitch set to work and Emily watched fascinated. In what seemed like no time at all Stephanie was sitting up and Master was taking off her hood.

Stephanie blinked furiously in the light and started turning, and leaning, her head in all directions.

"Everything okay, slave?" Asked Mitch.

"Yes, Master, just getting a feel of it. It's slightly tighter I think, and taller too."

"Very good, girl. You like that?"

"Love it, Master. Master thank you so much. I'm so lucky you own me. I love you so much, Master."

Mitch ruffled his slave's hair. "Pretty pleased you're my slave too, girl," he lent in and kissed her. Emily watched not a Master kiss his slave but two lovers share each other. Standing naked in a chilly garage her hand drifted up to the collar around her throat.

As Mitch broke away from his slave she grinned up at him.

"Master, can I beg another favour?"

"You can ask."

"Master can you please relax the rule on Emily calling me Mistress? There's not a dominant bone in my body. It just feels wrong."

The pair turned to regard the new girl. She looked quite forlorn stood naked in a welding mask.

"Take off the mask and come here girl," instructed Mitch.

As she approached both her Master and sister slave grinned at her.

"I've been remiss, slave," said Mitch. He lent in to Emily and kissed her as tenderly as he had just kissed her sister. "Welcome to our family, slave."

As her Master withdrew Stephanie moved in and planted a similar kiss on Emily's lips.

"Welcome, sister."

"Umm, thank you, both. Master, Mistress I'll try hard to be what you want. I just... I just... I'm not sure if I can do this. You two are so in love with each other, it's as plain as day. Is there really room in there for me too?"

"Another valid question, Emily. But you are collared and my slave. All that I require of you is you obey the rules I have set you and follow any orders given." He turned to Stephanie. "Stephanie you may not have a dominant bone in you. But I believe that hierarchy is important. In time I hope to love you both equally." Stephanie gasped. “Yes, I know, I just used the L word. But you out rank your sister simply because you have three years experience in my collar. So you decide how you exercise that authority. I'll butt out unless I feel things are out of hand. Understand?"

"I wish I had my arms, Master. I just want to hug you to death."

"Good, Emily, take your sister and get her out of that gear. Then I want you both dressed for going down the bar. Stephanie, ring gags and leashes.”



As soon as Emily released Stephanie’s arms she found herself engulfed in a hug.

“Oh God sister he used the L word!” Enthused Stephanie.

“I take it this is a red letter day?” Asked a breathless Emily as Stephanie crushed all the air out of her lungs.

“Last time he declared his love for me was as we left my parents. He was sort of telling them off. I’ve always known, but he rarely says.” Stephanie placed a kiss on Emily's cheek and released her from the hug. Her hands then flew up to her new collar. With a huge smile on her face she explored the feel of the tighter, taller and permanent collar.

“I can see why you are giddy.”

“But he said both of us silly. Emily I want to love you too. It would be so easy to fall for someone as nice and pretty as you. I know you can make Master happy, and that earns you lots of kudos in my books. I too want you to love us. I know Master has played a trick on you. You have every right to be cross. But please forgive him, because… Oh how do I put this? He’s being his silly honest self in one way. Even if he’s being a devious prick in another. But he’s doing it because he wants you. Please give us a chance.”

“Give you a chance? This collar feels pretty permanent.”

“Master never said you’d be released unchanged. No limits, no safe word. That was the deal. The only thing stopping you from walking out the door right now is your word. Master said something like ‘I am a sadist. I will hurt you. I will fuck you. I will humiliate you. You’ll have no control. You will suffer. You will have to endure. I will make you obey.’ I’d say he’s kept his word to date. Now are we getting ready to celebrate our new family or are you leaving?”

“I’m sorry Stephanie, you are right. I did agree to this. That I was too stupid to think it through is not your fault, or Master’s. Of course I’m not leaving. But what does ‘ring gags and leashes mean?”

“Ahh well exactly what it sounds like. Tis going to be fun. But Master has also given me another issue to deal with first."

"What?"

"Hierarchy. So Master said I'm in charge, even if I'm not comfortable being called Mistress."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I love calling you sister, I quite like the idea of you calling me that too. I also like being called slave, I'm not ashamed, in fact I'm proud I am Master's. Hmm, it used to be everyone but my parents called me Steph. Here's how we work it. If I give you an order, and call you slave, you call me Mistress to acknowledge you understand you've been given an order. Other times you have a free choice between sister, slave or Steph."

"Okay Steph, umm most of my mates call me Emmy though being called Emily is not exclusive to my parents. My surname is Frost, I've been called the ice maiden behind my back on occasion, mostly by spurned boys."

"Wow, I can't imagine anyone who knows you calling you frigid."

"Yeah well boys with hurt feelings can't understand they need a bit of extra maturity and inevitably prove they have none when they get turned down."

"Another benefit to being collared."

"How so?"

"Master decides from now on. You're going to be dressed in fuck me clothes a great deal. But anyone who wants to has to ask your owner. You, pleasing and serving Master, fuck whoever gets a yes from him. You can forget the Frost. Concentrate on being hot, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," grinned Emily. "So what are we wearing down the bar?”





Stephanie knew Master was pleased as she led her sister slave up to him. The grin on his face was huge and it made her so happy to see him so delighted.

Ring gags and leashes meant she and her sister would be the entertainment at the bar tonight. Accordingly she had dressed them both in latex so the clean up after would be easier. Essentially they were dressed the same. Latex under bust corsets with suspender attachments held up latex stockings. Long latex gloves sheathed their arms almost to their shoulders. Matching patent ankle boots with four inch stiletto heels adorned their feet. Their makeup was immaculate, their hair gelled and combed straight back.

Attached to each of their collars was a leash, and around each wrist and ankle a leather cuff was locked in place. Hanging from the trigger clip of each leash was a leather ring gag, ready to be used later. Tucked into the top of their left stocking was a strip of condoms. A clear statement of intent not lost on either Emily or her owner.

The only difference in their outfits was the colour of the latex. Emily was dressed in all blue latex and Stephanie in red. Even the wrappers of the condoms matched.

There were two other differences, aside from hair colour, between the slaves. Body jewellery was one. Stephanie had many more piercings than her sister. Though she had found a light dog tag saying 'This slave is the property of Mitch' and attached it to Emily's hood piercing.

The other was expression. Stephanie was clearly ecstatic both because her Master was happy and because she was looking forward to the night. Emily looked extremely worried at the idea of being led out into the night dressed like a fetish hooker on a leash, as well as what may follow at the bar.

"Well done, Stephanie. Okay lead your sister out to the truck, I'll lock up."

Stephanie led her sister out of the industrial unit into the car park of the deserted trade park. The recovery truck was obviously what Master used to transport customers bikes that were not running. Opening the door and quickly climbing in Emily found the cab held three seats. She took the middle one. Her sister climbed up and in behind her and soon after the drivers door opened and her owner climbed in too.

"Okay girls, let's go party,” declared their Master.

Emily did not look convinced she wanted to attend the sort of party that required her to arrive with tits and twat on show and to be led in on a leash. Stephanie noticing Emily’s concern kissed the girl on the cheek.

“Sister, don’t worry, I’ll be at your side the entire evening. We’re off to do what sex slaves do best. I promise you, get your head in the right gear, and you’ll never have more fun.”




They arrived outside the bar and the girls sat in the cab as their Master came around and led them out on their leashes. Stephanie’s bubbly, happy mood was beginning to rub off on Emily and the girl was now smiling. Her sister had explained that Master liked to share his good fortune with his friends. They were about to have the sort of sex Emily had only read about in porn sites on the internet. As Stephanie had crudely pointed out they were about to get the fucking of a lifetime by a bunch of muscly biker types. Before walking them in he quickly joined the leather wrist cuffs of each girl behind their backs.

As Mitch entered the bar a cheer went up from the crowd. A second cheer went up after the patrons of the bar saw Mitch had two girls in tow rather than the usual one. Emily looked around at the crowd like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. A quick glance at Stephanie and she saw the girl was egging on the men leering at her. Stephanie whispered in Emily’s ear.

“The guy at three o’clock in the leather vest has the fattest cock you’ve ever seen, and his mate in the G’n’R tee has more stamina than a steam train. Fucks like a badass! Hope they decide to try you out, you’ll be in heaven.”

Mitch led his girls up to the bar where one of the bar staff, Colin, was serving a woman with long black hair dressed in leather jeans and a black satin blouse.

“Colin, where is Bill?” Asked Mitch.

“In the back room getting things ready. I think some dumb fuck leaked things on social media. I don’t know two thirds of this crowd.”

“Yeah well only regulars in the back room Colin.”

“Of course… Hold on… I recognise your new girl. She was in here last night. Jesus Mitch! You’ve gotta stop enslaving the clientele,” joked the barman. “It’ll get that the women folk will be afraid to come here.”

At this the woman Colin was serving looked around, first at Mitch, and then at the two naked women dressed in fetish gear he held on leashes. Her eyes went wide.

“Emmy Frost! What the fuck!” Not waiting for a response from Emily the woman turned on Mitch. “What the fuck are you doing with my friend Emmy? Let her go at once. How dare you parade her around like some cheap prostitute.”

The tirade continued but Mitch just grinned at the petite woman as she ranted at him. Emily mortified spoke up.

“Permission to speak, Master?” She enquired,

“Sure girl, clue your friend in.”

“Sara, please stop. He’s not doing anything to me I didn’t agree to.”

The woman stopped mid rant and turned to Emily.

“What?”

“This is consensual. Sara, you’ve seen my bedroom. You know me. I want to be here.”

“What? Emmy! Really?”

“Well, sort of. It’s complicated. I’m bricking myself right now, I’m pretty scared and don’t mind admitting it. But I put myself in this situation.”

Sara looked around and realised everyone was looking at her.

“Umm, is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

“I’m taking your friend into the back room,” interjected Mitch. “Come with us, you can talk to her there until it’s time for her to perform.”

Mitch, with a tug at the girl’s leashes, set off for the back room of the bar his slaves and Sara followed after.

On entering the backroom Emily once again asked if she could talk.

“Recognise the furniture, girl?” Responded Mitch.

“It is mine then?”

“Well, that’s a case of semantics really isn’t it girl?”

“I’m not sure I understand, Master?”

“I own you, therefore I own all that you used to own. Including all of your debts, and assets. So technically these are mine. You, as property, don’t own anything.”

“I see, that does make sense. Sort of confirms the permanence of this collar too, Master.”

“I told you girl, I have no desire to remove that ever.”

Sara caught up with Mitch and his girls at that point.

“Hold on that’s Emmy’s stuff those guys are setting up. What is going on here.”

“Did Emily call you Sara?” Inquired Mitch.

“Yes, I’m Sara Bakshi, and you are?”

“Pleased to meet you, my name’s Mitch. Sara your friend Emily has agreed to become my slave. Tonight I’m using her and my other slave, Stephanie, to entertain some of my friends.”

“Look I know Emmy plays bondage games. I’ve seen this equipment you have here back at her place. But this is a bit of a surreal stretch you’re asking me to believe.”

“My dear I’m not asking you to believe anything. I’m just answering your questions. Talk to the girls, here,” Mitch handed Sara the leashes, who took them reflexively. “Hold the girl’s here I’m going to talk to Bill.”

Sara looked at the leashes in her hand and then at the two slaves at the other ends of them.

“How may we serve you, Mistress?” Inquired Stephanie with a huge grin on her face.

“You and Emmy are slaves?”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded both girls in unison.

“Look umm, Stephanie was it? Can I talk to Emmy uninterrupted?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yeah… right. Emmy, in plain English and as few as words possible, why am I holding a leash with you dressed in latex at the other end?”

“Mistress, last night I met the man you just spoke to. I fancied him and, after the barman told me he had a sex slave, I used that as a chat up line, not believing he really did.

“I went home with him and had a great night. In the morning I met Stephanie, his actual real life sex slave. The three of us fucked. Was pretty amazing.

“I, like you, had trouble getting my head around Stephanie being a real slave. Master offered me his collar to find out how real it was. Being me as you know me, I accepted.

“So now I, like my sister slave Stephanie, am Masters slave.”

“For how long? Like tonight? The rest of the week? What?”

“No Mistress, I’m enslaved until Master removes my collar. He welded it on.”

“He what? Fuck! Let me look.” Sara stepped up and examined the collar around her friends throat. “So let me get this straight… This is not role play? You actually consider this man to be your owner now?”

The question hit Emily like a hammer blow. She was instantly transported back to the morning, a morning that seemed a lifetime ago, when she had asked Stephanie the very same questions. Hard on the heel’s of that was the realisation that now she knew the answer. It would never have been two weeks she realised. When she could she would tell Master too. This was right. She was a slave. She was his slave. Stephanie was her sister.

She had hardly been forced. Only lightly hit. Doubtless there was more pain to come. But it did not matter. Sara had distilled it down and been the catalyst to understanding. Sara was looking confused and a bit hurt. But a calmness with an odd twinge of excitement settled over Emily. Tonight was going to be fun.

“Yes, Mistress. I know it’s a shock. I’m only just getting my head around it too. Things have moved very fast.”

“So you texted me to meet you here to come out to me?”

“Mistress, I did not text you.” Sara pulled out her phone.

“Yes you did, look,” she said holding the phone up in font of Emily’s face. Emily read the text from her phone inviting Sara meet her at this great biker bar she had found and her new man she had met there. It also suggested Sara bring along any of the other ‘girls’ that were free tonight.

“Mistress, who else is coming tonight?”

“Huh? Oh Jasmine, Charvi and Susan said she would try too. Emmy do you have to call me ‘Mistress’ it’s a bit weird.”

“Mistress I think I do, unless Master says otherwise. Umm Mistress Sara I love you very much. I so want you to understand that I’m happy to be in this collar. You are my family, don’t be angry, I still need you. Please don’t reject me. Please be happy for me.”

Those words hit home. Sara’s eyes went wide then her face became blank.

“Emily Frost, no matter what you do or where you go you will always be loved by me. Nothing will ever come between us. I’m not sure what it is you are about to do. Or what you’ve been up to today, but I will never abandon you.”

“Thank you, Sara.”

“Excuse me,” interrupted Stephanie. “Can I ask what your relationship is to my new sister?”

Sara gave a hard look at Emily.

“You’ve not told them?”

“Mistress Sara, it’s complicated but basically there has not been time. I didn’t send that text, Master did.”

“Do you mind if I fill your new family in?”

“You’ll do it quicker and less emotionally than I would.”

Sara turned to Stephanie.

“Emmy’s dad comes from India and her mum came from Croyden. Emmy’s mum died of ovarian cancer when Emmy was two years old. Her dad remarried quite quickly, this time an Indian woman though they continued to live here in the UK. When Emmy was twelve her parents decided they would move back to India. Emmy found out that her parents planned to marry her to a thirty year old man when they got back. So she ran away to her aunt’s. Her aunt was a fantastic woman. Huge court case followed. Made the gutter press and the broadsheets though names weren’t given to protect an underage Emmy’s identity. Upshot was Emmy’s aunt won and raised Emmy. Emmy’s aunt died of the same ovarian cancer that took her mum three years ago. So Emmy had her ovaries removed.

“I, and the other girls coming tonight, are Emmy’s best friends. We met at a support group for women who have lost their ovaries early. Just as you are saying, I consider this woman to be my sister. She is a person. She has a history. She has feelings. If you ever harm her…”

“Whoa, whoa there Sara. I said with less emotion, not threats,” interrupted Emily.

“Mistress Bakshi, I promise you that our family is based on love,” responded Stephanie.

“Sara, as I said this is consensual,” added Emily.

“Okay, dare I ask, with those men setting up your chair, what’s happening here tonight?”

“We’ll I don’t know the details. But I’m guessing lots and lots of sex,” beamed Emily.

“You dirty slut!” Smiled Sara her face showing there was no disapproval.

“Not me, Mistress. My Master’s making me. I have to do as I’m told now.” Emily’s grin was as large as Sara’s.

“Fuck girl! I’ve always known you were kinky but this takes the biscuit. So you’re fully out of the closet now? Anyone can know?”

“Master has welded my collar on. There is no hiding it and in fact one of the rules I must live by says I must not hide. So, yes I suppose.”

Emily fiddled with her phone then held it up at the two slaves.

“Smile then girls, this one’s for the girls on their way over.”

Mitch came back to the group of girls.

“Did I see you taking pictures?”

“Yes is that a problem?”

“It’s a private party. I don’t want the internet turning up at the door thinking they’ll have access to my girls.”

“I’ll make that clear to my friends so it doesn’t get reposted until tomorrow.”

“Thank you. If you could hand the girls back I’ll join you and your friends in the bar in a minute.”

After Sara had left Emily instantly spoke up.

“Permission to speak Master?”

“Go on.”

“Master, I understand now what you and Steph were trying to explain to me this morning, I don’t just get it, I love it. Master there is no need to wait two weeks. I’m yours if you’ll have me. Forever. I know you’ve not shown me everything. I know you haven’t even whipped or spanked me. I don’t care. I just want… No I need to be yours. Please?”

“Wow! Where the hell did that come from?”

“Sara just asked me the same questions I was asking this morning. I realised I knew the answer. Not only that I saw that you and Stephanie are what I’ve been looking for all my life. The latex and self bondage were me fantasising. I told you two earlier that I dreamed of being enslaved while playing. Please Master, keep me?”

“I tell you what girl. If you beg again at the end of tonight. Before I lock you in your cage for the night. But after my friends have finished with you. Then the answer will be, yes.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Okay, now for tonight…


Mitch left the back room and scanned the bar for Sara. He’d made a big mistake and he needed to try and fix it. He spotted the woman with three others stood in a group near the booths. He made his way over.

“Ladies, I’m Mitch,” he introduced himself. “Sara may have told you about me. Could we talk?”

“Some sort of explanation of what you’re up to would be good Mitch,” responded Sara.

“One moment,” answered Mitch and approached the people sat in the nearest booth. After a brief chat he handed them some condoms in red wrappers. They all got up and Mitch beckoned the girls to take seats.

“So what’s going on Mitch?”

“In a bit, Sara, could you introduce me to your friends?”

“Sure, this is Jasmine, Susan and Charvi.”

“Pleased to meet you ladies. I used Emily’s phone to invite you not realising that you all consider yourselves family. I thought I was inviting Emily’s drinking buddy’s and I apologise for the deception used. It looks like I’m having a pretty poor run with my girl’s families. I’d like to try and fix things with you guys if it’s not too late.”

“First off Mitch is Emily safe?”

“I swear on anything you hold precious, your sister will come to no lasting harm in my care.”

“Well, that’s a bit evasive. What does lasting harm mean?” Asked Susan.

“Rather than answer that directly can I explain a few things to get everything in context? After that I’ll answer any questions you may have. No evasions. Straight from the hip. I promise.”

“Go on then,” encouraged Jasmine. “Explain what’s going on.”

“Hmm okay, first I’d better explain me and what I’m about… So as you can tell I’m American. In fact I was born in Houston, Texas. It was there about eighteen years ago I met a British lass called Lucy. Lucy and I fell in love and eventually married.

“Lucy like me liked her motorbikes and she talked me into moving to the UK and setting up shop here. Lucy was also extremely kinky. In fact she was extremely masochistic and really enjoyed being tied up and whipped. Being kinky too, that was fine by me. She loved pain and wore the bruises like badges of honour.

“Then one day the bruises started coming too easy. It turned out she had leukaemia. She fought a good fight for three years but eventually she passed.

“I was damaged by that. Became pretty narcissistic and withdrawn. My close mates stuck by me but I developed a reputation for fighting and a short fuse.

“So three years ago I’m in this very bar having a drink to Lucy, on what would have been our anniversary. My mates knew I was down and were leaving me alone. Then up comes this petite girl who pretty much threw herself at me. I took advantage, I was mean and cruel. I took a lot of anger out on her and was by far not what she was expecting. However three days later she’s not left and I realise that this woman could save me. She wasn’t Lucy, but she could be as special in a different way.

“Her name is Stephanie and I love the woman to her core. She is utterly amazing and I am absolutely not worthy of her. That Stephanie loves me back makes me the luckiest man on this planet.

“All that said we live an alternative lifestyle. She as my slave, and I as her Master. I need to make this clear. This is not role play. There are no safe words. It is consensual but only in as much as Stephanie consented to become my slave.

“As Stephanie is my slave she must do as I say. That includes sex. I am, within the rules of our relationship, technically single and free to date and sleep around. This I do. Stephanie gets to have sex with others when I bring her down the bar like tonight or sometimes when I offer her to others.

“Looking from the outside I’m sure we look weird, perhaps even sick or abusive. But it works for us. However I have been aware that Stephanie has been lonely. It’s hard to hold on to mates when you live as a slave, kept in bondage, dressed for sex most of the time.

“My mates down here treat her like a queen, even if they call her slave and queue at the door of the back room, but a bunch of knuckle scraping bikers is not friends…

“So Yesterday I meet your sister Emily. We have fun in bed, and the next morning, Today, she doesn’t run screaming when Stephanie shows up. In fact we have a good time together.

“So on a hunch I offer her the chance to find out what we are about first hand. I was pretty amazed when the girl said yes. Later that day Stephanie tells me to my face what I pretty much knew, plus asks if we can keep Emily. Now don’t panic, I don’t keep anyone prisoner against their will. Well, not much anyway.

“With Emily playing caged slave, and committing to a couple of weeks following the rules, Stephanie and I pop over to her home to make sure it’s shut down safely for a few weeks absence. We find Emily’s toys and latex gear and reassess the situation.

“We act out a little scenario that ends up with Emily wearing a collar that is welded in place. Now I’ll tell you ladies straight, I could have that collar safely off her in less than fifteen minutes. Nothing irreversible has been done to Emily. But we have not informed her of this and she has come to the conclusion that she will be wearing that collar to her grave.

“That’s a pretty dishonest thing to do to a woman you seem to want to get to know better,” interjected Jasmine.

“My dear you are right. I did it though because I wanted her to know what it was really like to be a slave for life before she committed to join my family. I promise you she will be told before any bridges are burnt. The thing is both Stephanie and I really want her to join us, and just now Emily told me that she does not need to wait the two weeks. That she gets us, and wants in.

“But you girls are her family. Stephanie lost her parents when she accepted my collar. I offered to free her but she chose me over them. I don’t want the same thing to happen to Emily. I’d like you to  bless this move your sister wants to make.”


Emily swallowed the cock as it plunged once more into her throat. Dimly she was aware that both her cunt and anus were full of cock too but the member filling her mouth and stopping her breathing had her full attention at the moment.

She was sat on the shaft of one guy who was laying back on the dentist chair. His cock buried deep within held her fixed in place. A fat biker who seemed to be mostly long hair and beard, and had been called Gandalf by someone, had his dick pounding in and out of her pussy as he stood in front of the chair. Then the guy in the G’n’R tee shirt had climbed on board. Kneeling on the armrests of the chair he had forced his cock in through the ring of the ring gag and started fucking her throat.

The guy in her arse was holding her arms. Gandalf had her legs pinned, and Emily swore the cock in her throat was making her collar feel tighter. She had lost count of the men. Master had put the gags in and told them the men would get to choose who they fucked by the colour of the condom. The slave that used up all their condoms first avoided a public lashing.

Gagged and unable to explain the urgency to the men that came to use them, the girls competed to finish each man off as fast as possible. The eagerness of the slaves delighted the bikers as well as the toys and equipment Mitch had laid on for them to use.

The last time Emily had seen her sister she had been strapped to the horse being fucked both from behind and in her mouth while she gave hand jobs to two others.

Emily knew she was a slave now. She was being used. Raped. Defiled. These men had not sought her permission or consent but were acting on the permission of her owner. She was collared. She was helpless and it was never going to stop. Just the thought of that was enough, but the pounding from the men abusing her was having its way with her too. Emily shuddered into yet another ecstatic delirious orgasm. She was a slave. Really a slave, and it was wonderful.

Emily came down from the climax to realise the men had left. She was laying on the reclined dentist chair. She looked over to see Stephanie was still strapped to the horse. But only one biker, the one with the fat cock, was fucking her from behind. Stephanie grinned and indicated with a roll of her eyes that Emily should look over at the door.

Turning to look Emily was horrified to see her family. Sara, Charvi, Susan and Jasmine were walking towards her. They were dressed in latex! Her latex it looked like. Sara was holding a crop. Jasmine seemed to be wielding a paddle. How could this be?

“Well, look at you,” sneered Susan.

“So you’re a slave now Emmy? That sounds like fun.” Chimed in Jasmine.

“Fun for us, anyway,” gloated Charvi.

“Off of the chair, slave,” ordered Sara. “Get to your knees in front of your betters.”

As soon as Emily had assumed the position Jasmine walked behind her and unbuckled the gag.

“So your Master says you want to serve him for life, girl,” said Charvi. “Is this true?”

“Yes, Mistress, it is.”

“Why?” Asked Sara.

“Mistress, because it’s what I am. I’ve spent years, and hundreds of pounds on clothes and equipment, to fantasise about being what I have a chance of being for real. Master is… is,,, oh, Masterful. He’s so fucking dominant. Steph is beautiful and loving and bubbly and I’m sure you’ll all love her. Plus I’ve just had two of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life in one day.”

“So nothing to do with being stuck in that collar then?” Inquired Jasmine.

“No, Mistress. But if Master had not welded it on already I’d be asking him to now.”

“So you’re set on this after just one day?” Asked Sara.

“Mistress, it is incredibly fast I know. So much has happened in this day though. I’m changed. I’m not who I was when I woke up this morning. I’m sure cooler heads would say wait a bit. But I don’t know how to put this any better than it feels right. It’s inconceivable to me that I would change my mind.”

“Well then, slave. There is only one thing we can do,” scowled Jasmine smacking her palm with her paddle.

“Mistress?”

“Get to your feet girl,” commanded Charvi.

Emily slowly stood.

“Now get over here and give us a hug you dappy bitch,” beamed Sara. “I don’t know what to call this but it seems we should be celebrating.”

Emily ran forward into the arms of her friends. She realised she was crying and happy and her friends were crying and it was still pretty weird with them dressed in rubber.  

As she hugged her friends she looked over at Stephanie. She was grinning and crying too. While the guy with the fat cock continued to pound her from behind.





Stephanie knelt on the floor and watched her Master work with the whip. It was strange to be watching, when normally it would be her at the sharp end of Master’s efforts. It was even stranger to see how Emmy reacted to Masters whip. Stephanie screamed, begged, cried. She soaked it up and accepted it as her duty. It made her feel like a slave, an object. The pain crystallised and sharpened her being, it focused her and corrected her.

But not for Emily.

For Emily it stoked the fires of lust. She’d hiss as the lash struck, then beg for more. Beg not because she was required to, but because she wanted it. Harder, stronger, faster. Last night at the club had been a revelation, not least for Emily herself. She’d been tied to her St Andrews cross trembling with fear. She’d been let down after convulsing in orgasm. An orgasm brought on by Master’s whip alone.

Last night the two slaves had cuddled in their cage. In the morning they had made love. Together they had served during the day. Kissing whenever they could steal one. Trying not to let Master see for fear of the threat of chastity. Emily had not believed that one, until Stephanie had snuck her a look at the belts.

Now Emily writhed on the end of a chain hung from the hoist. It was a treat, for working hard. She had begged to be whipped.

Things were changing and all for the better. Later that week Emily and Stephanie we being sent to Sara’s to help prepare for a dinner. A dinner Master would be attending while two latex french maids served the food and, if they were good, they’d get to eat the scraps afterwards.

Stephanie looked up at Charvi who stood next to her. The woman was watching the flogging transfixed. She’d approached Master last night. Asked if he could teach her how to become a Dominatrix. His response had been to invite her to stay for a week or two, to see how he operated.

She was stunningly beautiful with her raven hair and deep brown eyes. She had assumed the role of Mistress of the household effortlessly, in less than a day. Stephanie had the feeling the woman may be resident for more than two weeks. Master was definitely enjoying her attentions in bed.

A rising wail from Emily indicated she had cum from Master’s whip once more. The chain rattled as the girl quivered. Master turned to Charvi.

“Want to make her cum again?” He asked.

“Do I!” Was the eager response.

THE END…?