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No spoilers but part five follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys, sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences
Mike watched Sofi crawl forwards and kiss Natasha’s feet. Natasha was looking amazing but, given the tongue lashing he’d just gotten, the lady had almost certainly worked hard on looking ‘just so’ for this encounter.
The sight of Sofi on hands and knees, ass wrapped in gloss black rubber, with her cunt lips peeking out from below the hem, kissing the feet of a powerful dominatrix… well it made Natasha’s scold almost worth while.
As he watched Natasha work; leading her on her knees, stripping the girl, securing her. He was reminded just how good she was at this. Sofi was so damn naive though, assisting in her own immobilisation.
Once the slave was secured, from behind the girl, Natasha silently pointed at a door at the far end of the room. Taking the hint Mike crossed the room and, once through the door, found a small office. A large desk dominated with an apple iMac computer centre stage. On screen were CCTV images from around the store above, as well as Natasha’s dungeon.
To the left was an open doorway to another room. It was unlit but Mike thought it looked like a bedroom. As he was taking this in Natasha followed him in and quietly closed the door.
Once the door was closed she walked up to Mike and slapped him hard across the face.
“Pizda! How could you? Your own fuckin’ daughter.”
“She is not my daughter.”
“We did this out there,” Natasha jerked a thumb at the door. “You don’t raise young girls to fuck them.”
“That’s not how it was!”
“So how was it then? Has she been fucking you behind Chloe’s back since you moved in with her?”
Mike made the slap Natasha, raising his hand. But he dropped it and fell into the office chair at the desk.
“You’re a cruel bitch sometimes Tasha. You weren’t there, you don’t know anything. You’re judging me with no evidence.”
“Evidence? You turn up here, at my place of business, with a teenager on a leash dressed in latex. With you in your forties. Even if the girl wasn’t your daughter… Do you have no shame?”
“Ahh fuck! If that’s how you feel why’d you string her up?”
“For just one reason. I knew you. In fact I loved you. The Mike I know is a decent guy. So there has to be an explanation. Cause this isn’t you. You’re not a sick perv screwing your daughter.”
“What? You just slapped me and now you want an explanation? Talk about shoot first, ask after!”
“If you talk your way out of this I’ll kiss it better.”
“You think I’d let you?”
“Now who’s the bitch?” Natasha smirked.
“It’s still you,” replied Mike rubbing his cheek. “How long are you leaving her like that?” Mike nodded at the door.
“She’s a while to simmer, whatever you have to say. However,” Natasha leant across the desk and taking the mouse double clicked on the picture of Sofi spread eagled between the wooden beams. The image filled the screen and Sofi’s moans came from the computer. “It pays to keep an eye on the novice.”
Sitting on the desk Natasha turned to Mike, “Start talking then.”
“Okay when I left with Chloe, Sofi was already fifteen and already a woman. In fact I’m fairly sure she’d lost her virginity too. One thing was certain; she was smitten with me at first sight.
“At first Chloe and I put it down to a young crush, a phase. At best it was mildly embarrassing to have this teenage girl mooning after you like a love struck fool. However while I tried to be a dad to her, she made it clear with every fibre of her being she did not see me that way.
“As well as doting on me every moment she could she became hostile to her mother. It was almost like living with a jealous stalker.
“Chloe was much more forgiving than I was and, given our plans made it clear I had to be nice once we went twenty-four seven. Then we found her playing her self bondage games.”
Natasha’s face registered surprise, “So she’s into self bondage? Did she find you two at it and decide to try it out?”
“I’m fairly certain the answer to that is no. I think it’s just a case of the acorn not falling all that far from the tree. But she was into it in a big way. She had a job stacking shelves at the local store and it was clear she used every penny to buy fetish gear and sex toys.
“The first Chloe and I knew of it was finding the girl head to toe in latex, corset and cuffs tied to her own bed. She’d left her keys on her bedside cabinet along with a note for me.”
“Oh, and the note said?”
“More like notes. There were many and they varied. It was clear the thing she focused on before tying herself up was what would happen if I discovered her. Most of them said something along the lines of, ‘I did this to myself. Oh, and if you like, please fuck me?’ They got more direct as Chloe’s health failed.”
“So she could lie there fantasising about being discovered then,” filled in Natasha. “But how did she not know you had already found out?”
“Because she is big time into sensory deprivation. Earbuds under latex hood and a blacked out gas mask. She cant see hear or smell a thing. In fact… hang on…” Mike rummaged in his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone. After a few swipes he handed the phone over, “see.”
Natasha looked at the phone playing a video of a woman encased in a red latex catsuit bound to a bed with a gas mask on. The sounds of the vibrator and the woman’s delight emanated from the phones tinny speaker.
“She doesn’t know you’re there when you filmed this?”
“She doesn’t know up from down once she gets going. I filmed that for her mum to see about six months ago. Chloe was too weak to get out of bed at the time. Honestly, that was not saved for the wank bank.”
“So your daughter,” Natasha stressed the word daughter, “shares your kink. Is that reason enough to collar her?”
“Jesus! Okay can I stress big time here; not daughter. Also separate to this but at the same time Chloe is slowly dying. It effected us both. Sofi stopped being a jealous bitch and actually grew up some. Well, I mean, your mum dying sort of forces it on you.
“As Chloe got worse I asked Jerry to run the firm and hired someone to temp for Jerry. That meant I could stay at home and nurse Chloe. Sofi looked after me. I lost count of the times she cooked dinner, cleaned the house or looked after me in other ways. She quit her store job but continued with school.
“She won a university place. But all through that she fell deeper in love with me. Chloe could see it. In fact she called Sofi’s response too. Chloe was certain if I rejected Sofi’s advances the girl would leave. I found out this morning she had already turned down her place at uni and was planning on leaving.”
“She’s that smitten with you?”
“So this afternoon we went to the solicitors. The will was read in two parts. The first was before the funeral. Covered things like how she wanted the ceremony. The second part was just for Sofi and me only. Essentially Chloe asked her own daughter to become my slave as she had planned to before she fell ill.
“Chloe had asked an old friend, and solicitor, to look into making her my legal chattel or slave if possible. The contract she came up with was based on an indentured work contract. If signed the signatory has to serve me for life essentially as my slave. Heck, if she ran away the police would bring her back to me.
“Admittedly Sofi did not entirely know what she was getting into. But she signed with no arm twisting. Sofi wants this."
"Do you want it Michael?"
"I look into her eyes and I see Chloe. The woman is in love with me, she shares my fetishes. She is young and beautiful. It would be easy to fall in love with her. I've been brooding on it since Chloe's funeral."
"You're undecided yet you want me to make permanent changes to this girl?"
"No, I made up my mind."
"Has she?"
"I'll make a deal with you. Go back out there and torment her. Put her through hell. Make her beg you to stop. If she does it is over. I'll tear up the contract. Sofi can make her own decisions."
"You are that confidant?"
"Actually no. As far as I know she's only played a few self bondage games. Never been flogged. She may hate it. But if you get as far as both tits pierced, without a 'no' or a 'please stop' or even a shake of her head then we take her all the way."
"Okay, on one condition."
"What?"
"She stays here to heal."
"Why?"
"She'll be useless to you until she has. If I keep her here for a bit it'll create a watershed, I can train her some too. Give you time to prepare your home also."
"That makes some sort of sense. You're set up for her here?"
"I'll manage."
Bright fluorescent lighting flickered on. Sofi screwed up her eyes. She'd heard no one. Had she fallen asleep again?
The staccato echo of high heels announced her arrival before Sofi saw Natasha approach. Taking in her surroundings it was clear her cage was in Mistress's dungeon under the tattoo parlour.
When she saw Mistress, through the bars, she was surprised at the change in her appearance. Sure she was dressed differently, in leather jeans and a black band t-shirt, but her whole demeanour seemed changed. For one she was smiling. A happy grin that lit up her face and actually made Sofi reassess the woman.
"Good morning, Miss Slave, and how are you feeling today?" The jaunty hello seemed at odds with Sofi's initial assessment of the woman.
"Ood morning, Misress. Umm... Ore and hunry I uess." Mumbled Sofi past her swollen tongue.
"Well duh," Natasha chuckled. "I wonder why that is, huh? Let's get you out of that cage and sort you out."
Keys were produce and the top of the cage was unlocked and lifted up. Sofi unfurled and stood up within the cage. The tattoo's on her limbs sent out a stinging hello as she moved.
Natasha beckoned for Sofi’s wrists and released them from each other. Indicating the girl should sit on the edge of the cage and lift her feet, her ankles were then released too.
"Climb out, slave, so I can look at you." Sofi did as she was bid.
Natasha then proceeded to examine Sofi from head to toe. Still smiling, she hummed some tune to herself, as she gently inspected the naked slave. Sofi was a little bemused to be stood naked as her most intimate areas were thoroughly investigated.
"Come with me, malishka, we need to clean those piercings."
"Ess Misress."
"You can drop the acknowledgements for the mo too. At least until your tongue is not as swollen."
Sofi nodded and smiled at the Russian. Then burst into tears.
"Woah, what's the matter little one, huh? Why the tears?"
"Mm Haaeee, mm ha ee," Sofi managed through huge sobs.
"You're happy?" Asked Natasha.
Sofi nodded vigorously. Then grabbing the ring to her collar she rattled it in its staple, before dropping it to give two thumbs up with a big grin.
"You're happy you're a slave?”
Sofi grinned and gave a thumbs up once more.
“Well that’s lucky because I don’t see you being freed any time soon. Come on,” Natasha took Sofi through the office into the small apartment she had tucked at the back of the basement.
In the bathroom she showed Sofi how to clean the new rings before she took the dressings off the tattoo’s.
Noticing the young slave’s excitement she asked, “Why are you so keyed up?”
“ont oo ee em, issress,” managed Sofi.
“Want to see them?”
Sofi nodded her head.
“Don’t you remember them being done?”
Sofi shook her head at that, a frown across her face.
“Chert! I thought you were a bit groggy after your clit. Malishka, I thought you were conscious while I did these. Hmm, so a big reveal then?”
Carefully Natasha removed the wrap and bandages from around Sofi’s head. Sofi angled her head trying to take it in before squealing in obvious joy. The girl turned around and grabbed her Mistress in a hug.
“Well it’s nice you like, rabynya. It looks okay, no blowouts, lets check the others. These you may not like.”
Her left arm and thigh both sported large barcodes. Her mons had the same barcode and above it in large black letters the word SLAVE.
Sofi took them in and thought about them. The arm and thigh barcodes would be visible if dressed in short skirts or t-shirts. Her cunny said she was a slave. As if the collar at her throat, the rubber clothes Master was dressing her in, and the leash she was walked on in public didn’t scream the same. They weren’t pretty like her head but they seemed… fitting, proper, correct. Sofi struggled for the word but she realised she was happy with them too. For different reasons.
“Do you have any idea how difficult barcodes are to tattoo? All those straight lines! The one on your crotch does not scan but by some miracle the arm and thigh ones do. Michael chose those. I was given free reign on your scalp so I’m glad you like it.”
“Uv em, issress.”
“Well, good. I think Michael intends for you to be some sort of a punk princess. You can reveal either the mandala or the leopard spots with a side shave. Or if you have a mohawk both.”
“Asser ill eeside, issress.”
“Yes, I’m sure he will. Now you get a shower while I dig out some clothes for you. You’ll want to pat the tattoo’s with the towel when you get out.”
After Natasha stepped out Sofi stole another look in the mirror before getting in the shower. The mandala that radiated away from her right ear was beautiful. But so was the leopard skin effect on her left. It was all done under the hair line so in theory if she grew her hair no one would know.
Tearing her gaze from the tattoo’s on her scalp she tried to take in the whole effect. For once again it seemed as if a stranger was staring out of the mirror at her. The body jewellery, the tattoo’s and the vivd red welts from her flogging seemed to transform Sofi into an almost unrecognisable entity. Who was she now?
Stepping into the shower the water stung. But in an amazing way that had her turning up the temperature as she revelled in masochistic delight at the exquisite sting the water brought. A rap on the shower cubicle broke her out of her reverie.
“Stop playing with yourself and get clean, slave,” admonished Natasha, “I’m hungry and you’re getting the food.”
Chastised, Sofi quickly washed and emerged from the bathroom to find Natasha waiting.
“So my ardent little latex fetishist, I have some bad news. All those wounds and scars I’ve put on you need air to heal. So no rubber for a bit.”
Natasha held up some ballet boots, “I’m told you can walk in these. Is that so?”
Sofi held out an open palm face down and wobbled it to indicate ‘so-so’. Then realising the boots were actually ‘hers’ she wondered when Master had brought them over.
“Iss aster herr, issress?” She inquired timidly.
“No, rabynya,” Natasha looked at the young slave girl and then after a pause continued, “Your Master is going to be away for a fair bit, slave. He has asked me to train you some and get you used to your new life. He’s having some remodelling back at his home, and as he does not want to be home while the builders work so he’s taking some holiday. You are being boarded with me while he is away.”
Natasha held out the boots, “So put them on and show me.”
Sofi a bit crestfallen that her Master had left her behind, took the boots and put them on under the supervision of her new Mistress. Then standing up managed a circuit of the small room reasonably wobble free. So much so she was pretty pleased with herself.
Mistress must have been satisfied as she threw Sofi a pair of open padlocks and commanded her to lock them on. Once secured Sofi rose to find Mistress holding out a black leather mini-kilt. Sofi gladly put the item on wishing there was a mirror in this room too.
Next Sofi was given a black t-shirt with white writing on the front. She took the opportunity to read the slogan before putting the shirt on. The laugh it provoked was cut short by the pain in her tongue. She hid the pain by slipping the shirt carefully over her head.
In large white all caps across her tits were the words ‘SEX SLAVE UNIFORM’ underneath, in smaller lowercase lettering, it read ‘If you think I look hot in this you should see me in my rubber gear!’
Sofi grinned at her Mistress, pleased with the shirt.
“You like?”
Sofi nodded.
“I’ve a raft of them like that. Got them made for a past girlfriend. Right side of that wardrobe, have a look.”
Sofi opened the wardrobe and ignoring the rubber clothes that seemed to fill the rack examined the shirts. The slogans were all different but most humorous. ‘YES THEY ARE REAL’ ‘Plus my nipples are pierced!’ Or ‘LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?’ ‘Ask my Mistress if you’d like to play with them.’ There was even one that read, ‘PROPERTY OF MISTRESS’ ‘Though she sometimes shares.’ As well as ‘YES THE COLLAR’S LOCKED ON’ “No knickers either!’
“So you wear that skirt, with one of those shirts, upstairs until I tell you otherwise. Understand?”
Sofi nodded her understanding.
“Follow me,” directed Natasha picking up a black PVC item and leading Sofi out into the dungeon proper and to the foot of the stairs down from the shop above. Un-noticed by Sofi before, probably because nearly everything else in the room was more interesting, was a headless and armless store mannequin. Mistress indicated the mannequin, “If you come back down here, no matter who’s company you are in, you put that shirt and skirt on the dummy. Shoes and collar only from this point back. Clothes only for upstairs. Understand rabynya?”
Sofi nodded once again, before following her Mistress up the stairs. Climbing stairs in ballet boots was a new challenge. Having only descended with Masters help before. She found it hard not to bang her toes loudly on each step, plus it was hard to cope without lifting herself at each step with her ankle.
Walking after Mistress into the shop she realised it was mid morning with daylight entering the store front and only staff walking about the store. Obviously it had yet to open.
Mistress suddenly shouted out, “Hey guys, could you gather at the front please? Got an announcement.”
The visible staff turned and then approached. A few more appeared from various rooms until Sofi was staring at eight bored looking faces.
“So, morning people, just want to introduce a new face. This is Miss Sofi Slave.”
Sofi felt herself go crimson at being introduced to everyone with her new name. She noticed some of the staff, the girl with the pink mohawk included, seemed a bit more interested in her now.
Natasha continued, “So Miss Slave is primarily training downstairs with me. But she is going to be helping out in the shop too. She has no training but if you want any fetching or carrying, tea or coffee or sweeping up she’s your girl. She had a tongue piercing Yesterday and her tongue’s still swollen, so don’t expect any stunning banter for a day or so. Be nice to her, first days on new jobs are bad enough as I’m sure you remember. Thank you.”
Natasha then beckoned to the girl with the pink mohawk, “Tina dear can you spare me a minute?”
Tina approached with a quizzical expression on her face, “Yes, boss?”
“Could you find a note pad and pen for Miss Slave here, please. Then you can delegate the breakfast run to her.”
“Okay, cool,” Tina turned to Sofi, “Umm, Hi, I’m Tina, follow me and we’ll get you sorted.”
Once Natasha had retreated to elsewhere in the store Tina opened up with a volley of questions for Sofi.
“So is your name really slave?”
Sofi nodded, turning a deeper shade of red.
“Is that what you are, the boss’s slave?”
How Sofi’s ears did not combust was beyond her. Was Tina playing with her? Never-the-less she nodded once more.
“Figured, as you’re wearing one of Sally’s shirts,” Tina rummaged under the shop counter and came out with a pad and pen. “So, I guess we’ll all be calling you slave too.” Tina gave Sofi a sly wink as delivered this line.
Sofi actually felt the heat blossom between her legs at that. ‘Oh, fuck, how twisted am I?’ She thought.
“So take this pad and follow me. We are going to ask everyone what they want from the Macky Dee’s down the road for breakfast. We can introduce you properly at the same time. It’s important you write it down along with how much cash they give you. Some of these buggers are twisted enough to cheat you.”
Tina then proceeded to introduce all the staff to Sofi, taking great delight in informing each person that Sofi was an actual slave, and would answer to such, before helping her take each persons food order.
The last to be approached was Natasha herself, who was clearly pleased to be asked about food. After giving her own order she asked Sofi to add to it whatever flavour of milkshake she preferred for herself.
At this simple mention of food for herself Sofi realised just how hungry she was. She had not eaten a thing Yesterday and now this swollen tongue stopped her eating properly.
“Don’t worry, rabynya, once the swelling goes down you’ll have a chance to fill your tummy,” stated Natasha as if she had red Sofi’s mind. Though doubtless her feelings of hunger were writ large across her face.
Natasha then reached over to the PVC item she had brought up from the dungeon. “You’ll need a coat girl, it’s raining out,” she informed offering the mac to Sofi.
“Ank ooo, issress,” Sofi managed as she took the garment, blushing as she did, while Tina smirked at Sofi’s submissiveness.
Natasha then turned to Tina and started talking about the display of Jewellery and Sofi realised she was now expected to get on with her job of getting the food in.
As she put on the coat she realised she was about to go out in ballet boots, a black PVC mac and a tattooed bald head with a ring in her nose. She was going to have to walk down the high street and look people in the eye. It had seemed easier when Master had led her on the leash Yesterday.
Doing the coat right up to hide the slogan on the t-shirt, she stuffed the pad in a coat pocket and made for the shop door.
As she stepped out she realised it was really raining pretty hard. Turning the collar of the mac up, and wishing it had a hood, she set out for the restaurant. The street was empty bar the odd pedestrian hiding under an umbrella, and so Sofi’s nerves calmed down.
The short walk was still an education as the water hitting her bald head quickly ran down the back of her neck to chill her as it soaked into her shirt. She missed her hair for practical reasons too now, not just vanity.
As she scurried along, as fast as she could manage in the locked on fetish heels, she caught a glimpse of herself in the plate glass window of a shore front. She pulled up short and stared. She actually looked quite hot. The mac was quite short and only just covered the skirt. The barcode on her thigh was clear to see. The boots and the coat were glossy black and with the waist belt cinched she really looked sexy.
‘I am a sex slave,’ she thought. ‘It’s real, not a story. From now on I will be controlled. I’ll have to obey or be punished. I’ll not choose my lovers. Hell, I won’t get to choose my clothes or what I eat. I’ve lived as a child, doing as I’m told. I’ve just become an adult and promptly surrendered my independence. What have I done?’
Subdued Sofi continued to the fast food franchise. Entering a few people did double takes as she walked up to the counter, ignoring the screens for self ordering. Sofi was dismayed to see it was Josie Drew standing behind the till, an old class mate at high school. ‘Oh well, better get this over with,’ she though getting out her pad.
After Josie had delivered her welcome spiel Sofi pantomimed that she could not speak, opening her mouth so her swollen tongue could be seen, and then offered up the list.
Josie took the list with not a flicker of recognition on her face. In fact what happened next surprised Sofi. After ringing the order up and taking the money, partially filling the order, Josie started talking to her dumb customer.
“I love your tattoo’s. Are you working up at Tasha’s Tats?”
Sofi smiled and nodded, wondering where Josie was going with this.
“So are you Tina’s replacement? I gotta say I think your septum piercing is nicer than hers. Tina’s is a bit in your face. Too big, you know what I mean?”
Sofi nodded again, amazed that Josie had not started screaming that plain jane Sofi Turner now looked weird.
“My names Josie by the way, I get off just after two. Are you free later Today? Love the jacket and the collar by the way. Looks real kinky. Love that.”
She was chatting her up! Pretty badly too. But who knew? Josie Drew was gay and liked it kinky! Getting over her shock she realised there had been a question in that line. Since a shake of the head seemed a bit rude she pulled the pad out of her pocket once more, and then the pen out of the top of the pad.
Carefully she wrote, “Josie, really pleased you like my kinky look. Took some courage to step out and show the world the ‘real’ me. Was worried how people would react. So thank you for being so kind. I’m sorry but I won’t be able to meet you later today. As the collar suggests, I’m in a high commitment 24/7 relationship. Thanks again, Sofi.”
Josie took the pad and read it through. Her eyebrows shooting up as she neared the end.
“I had a friend at school who spelt her… Oh My God Sofi it’s you! Fuck me you look amazing. I would never have thought you had it in you. You were always so quiet.
Sofi, red faced, shrugged. She was not about to explain that she had not chosen her look or that she was a bona fide sex slave.
At that moment a white shirted manager stepped into view from the kitchen area.
“Gotta problem, Josie?”
“No problem, Clive,” Josie winked at Sofi, ”Just serving this customer.”
“So what’s taking so long?” Inquired Clive.
Josie turned to face Clive, “Oh my God Clive,” she hissed, “The customers’ mute. We are having a little trouble communicating is all. Don’t make a scene, you’ll embarrass her.”
Clive scowled at Sofi and disappeared. Josie filled the rest of Sofi’s order and handed it over. It took both hands.
“Don’t forget your pad, Sofi,” called Josie.
Sofi turned and went to put the bulky package down. “Wait I’ve got it,” said Josie reaching over the counter and putting the pad in her jacket pocket.
Sofi mouthed ‘thanks’ and teetered out the restaurant wondering what had just happened. Concentrating on her balance as she walked back to the shop as quickly as she could in the rain Sofi wondered if Josie would tell anyone about her? Would her other friends find out what she had done. For the second time on the journey to and from the restaurant Sofi pulled up.
She had no friends. Not any more. Master had taken her phone, the portal into her social world. Her life. She hadn’t tweeted or checked in on facebook and conceivably would never do so again. In signing the contract she had killed herself. She was dead to those who knew her. Now she was something new. Something different. She had been changed, and she had helped those who changed her do it.
Blinking back tears she continued on her way. She was grateful when she entered the tattoo parlour the rain hid her tears. A small cheer went up at her arrival and people gathered around to help her with the food. In short order the bags were empty, the change divvied up, and Sofi was stood alone with her milkshake.
With nowhere obvious to drink it, Sofi took herself downstairs into the basement. At the bottom she forlornly removed her clothes and dressed the mannequin. She then took her drink over to her cage, climbed in and pulled down the lid. There was a click and she realised she’d locked herself in. She was staying there until Mistress found her.
Sofi started to sob once more. Sucking on the milkshake Sofi cried quietly as she waited for her Mistress.