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No spoilers but part six follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of religious play, nuns, piercings, CBT, pegging, bondage, latex and some soppy girls crying.
Sofi grinned at the turning heads as she walked down the street. Beaming, with a smile from ear to ear, she could not remember a time, since her mothers death, when she had been so happy.
The reason was small, but it had made a huge difference to her. Mistress had allowed her to choose her own clothes for today. Just for her recent good behaviour.
Sofi had needed no encouragement. Sofi had chosen latex. Thus she was strutting down the street, smiling back at dropped jaws and double takes, as she made her way to fetch the food for the breakfast run.
Mistress had helped her choose, cautioning on being too extreme and reminding her she’d be in whatever she chose for most of day. But Mistress’s wardrobe had so much glorious latex and Sofi had not worn rubber since her piercings had been done fourteen weeks ago.
Ultimately she had picked street friendly clothing with a rubbery twist. As always she was locked in her ballet boots. She’d not been allowed any other foot ware since she was collared, and though she did not dwell on it, she doubted if she could comfortably wear flats any longer. She even took her showers standing on her toes.
Her only undergarment was a corset. Latex, of course, and squeezing her waist down five inches below her usual size. A pair of black latex jeans, polished to an impossibly glossy sheen, graced her legs. A navy blue latex hoody, chlorine gas treated for a super smooth lining, was draped over her torso and hanging off her pert, pierced nipples. That, combined with the fourteen weeks of hair growth, dyed vivid blue and gelled straight back so her tattoo’s could be clearly seen, meant Sofi felt she looked hot.
She felt sexy and liberated, which was ironic, as still locked securely around her throat was a collar of shiny stainless steel. A slave collar to which she had no key. In fact she was not sure what sort of fastening kept it closed. It could be permanently fitted for all she new.
Walking up to the counter she was pleased to see it was Josie waiting to serve her. Since her first day serving Mistress Sofi had found Josie waiting most mornings, though it was not a certainty. Clive, Josie’s manager, liked to jerk her shift around as a petty demonstration of power. That her free friend was dominated by her crapy boss, while Sofi enjoyed Mistress controlling her seemed pretty humorous too.
“Good morning, Miss,” greeted Sofi still grinning.
“Good morning, ma’am,” replied Josie, used now to Sofi calling her Miss all the time. “New outfit today. Looking hot! Special occasion?”
“A reward for good behaviour, Miss. However it could also be a special occasion too.”
“How so?”
“You’re doing it today. No chickening out. After work. Today, Miss.”
“What? No, I told you I can’t afford it.”
“No excuses, Miss. Every morning you compliment me on my look. You lament you’d like to look like me and then list a myriad of excuses why you can’t.”
“They are not excuses, Sofi, they are reasons.”
“Hush, Miss. I’ve spoken to my Mistress about you. Told her how you were so accepting. A friendly face when I was low. Mistress said she’ll do your nips free of charge.”
“WHAT!” Josie looked panicked at her friend. “I mean; what? I..I..mean really?”
“Yes, Miss,” grinned Sofi. “She said, ‘Tell her to come around after she gets off work. I understand she can’t have her face done due to employment issues, but when a woman cannot decide what to do with her own tits, the world has ended.’”
“Really?”
“Yes, Miss, Mistress does not allow me to lie.”
“But Sofi… now I’m scared.”
“I understand, Miss, but I will be there to hold your hand, and Mistress is very good.”
“I’m..I’m not sure Sofi.”
“Please, Miss. This is the first time I’ve ever asked Mistress for anything. I know you really want to. Plus, trust me, Miss, once they’ve healed you’ll be so pleased you did.”
“Give me the list while I think.” Josie held her hand out for the grinning sex slave to hand over the tattoo parlours’ food order.
Josie rang up the order, and scowling, took the money from Sofi. Still frowning she filled the bags.
“If I say yes, will you meet me here so I don’t chicken out?”
“Happily, Miss. Though you’d have to walk me back on a leash.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“One of Mistress’s rules. If I’m accompanied out I must be on a leash.”
“So I’d have to walk you like a dog?”
“No, Miss, like a sex slave.”
“Oh my God. Do you enjoy this?”
“Love it,” Sofi lent in to Josie so she could whisper, “really turns me on, Miss.”
“Oh! Umm, see you here at two then?”
Sofi scooped up the finished order.
“Yes, Miss. Two it is.” Still smiling Sofi sauntered out of the restaurant, opening the door with her elbow she made sure Josie got a good long look at her latex clad ass before letting it swing shut.
It was all she could do not to pirouette in her ballet heels as she made her way back to her Mistress. Food handed out she knelt down next to Natasha’s desk to eat her own burger.
“Did your school friend say yes, myshka?”
“Yes, Mistress, though she asked me to meet her at her work so she would not chicken out.”
“Khoroshaya devushka, you remember to take your leash, yes.”
“Yes, Mistress, I will.”
“Tell me, rabynya, how close a friend was she at school?”
“We weren’t best friends, Mistress. My best friend at school was a girl called Amber. But Josie and I got each other better than most of the other rich girls.”
“Why? Explain.”
“Well we had similar-ish backgrounds. We’d both lost our dads. We’d both been poor too. I started at that school late, transferring from the local comprehensive. Master, Mike as he was then, said I could stay or transfer, my choice.”
Sofi got another mouthful of her burger eaten and continued.
“So I was new at this private catholic school, with loads of rich kids and nuns patrolling like evil penguins, and Josie was the only girl in the same boat. The rest of them thought this was normal. Especially the boarders.
“Josie was not as bright as me though so she finished after getting her O-levels. I stayed on to get my A’s, and had won a spot at Durham.”
“You went to catholic school, with nuns?”
“Yes, Mistress, and payers and hymns at assembly. Have I done something wrong, Mistress?”
“Nyet, I only wish you had told me sooner is all. Were these nuns bad to you?”
“Oh I get it, Mistress. The ‘catholic schoolgirl’ thing. No, Mistress, not to me. But I was not a boarder. Those girls had some very funny ideas about boys and sex. I was seen as a lost cause by the nuns, I think. To be fair they were probably right. I’d already tried both boys and girls by that point.”
“You were promiscuous, rabynya?”
“Not really, Mistress. I just… I didn’t see it as a taboo thing to wait for. Mum had said make sure you have some feelings for ‘whoever’. I ignored that. Went with a boy with a reputation. Turned out he was clueless, but with a good line in propaganda. Edith was much better. Edith had a cheap pair of handcuffs and a fantastic tongue.”
“So you identify as bisexual.”
“I used to, Mistress. I guess that does not matter any more?”
“Nyet, as you have already found out, I expect you to do as you are told with whoever I tell you to do it with. Slaves don’t have sexualities.”
“May I make an observation, Mistress?”
“So long as it is not another sammy one, that you hope will earn you a flogging.”
“I do ‘have’ a sexuality, Mistress; some things turn me on, others don’t. I simply don’t have a choice any more.”
“True, but as you progress with your training, you will learn how to get aroused at things you used to hate. But we digress. Josie; how come a catholic school girl from a family rich enough to send her to private school is serving at a burger joint?”
“I don’t know Mistress, I haven’t asked her. Thinking on it she was in a lot of my classes at school. So I couldn’t have been that far ahead of her academically either. Which begs the question; why did she not study for A-levels too?”
Josie took her coat and closed her locker. After Sofi had left Clive had given her another bollocking, over taking too long serving customers. It was nothing more than a petty dig at her chatting with Sofi. She’d been foolish enough to point out there had been no queue and thus the irritating little git picked on her all day.
That and the fact the restaurant had become extra busy meant she was knackered. Idly she wondered if Sofi would let her beg off on grounds of fatigue. The grinning face as she entered the restaurant from the kitchen told her there was no point asking.
Sofi gave out a little squeal and hugged Josie kissing her on the cheek. As Josie embraced her old school friend she realised they were the subject of everyones’ scrutiny. The latex clad girl had attracted a small crowd as she waited for Josie. That crowd was all watching as the two women hugged. So when they broke the hug and Sofi offered Josie the soft coils of a leather leash Josie gasped in horror.
“Outside, Sofi.”
“No, Miss, I know you’re embarrassed, but Mistress was firm. From the moment we meet.”
“I’m rapidly going off your Mistress,” replied Josie taking the leash. Looking at it she considered her options. Clive was undoubtedly watching via CCTV. Plus the audience in the restaurant. It couldn’t get any worse than it already was. Taking the trigger clip in hand she snapped it onto the ring on Sofi’s collar.
Bizarrely someone in the crowd started clapping. Josie wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. The applause grew and Josie fled towing the glossy Sofi behind her like some kind of fetish balloon.
The high street was busy and some people in the restaurant were following. The couple were already turning heads. Impulsively Josie turned and kissed Sofi full on the mouth. Pulling on the leash she poured every ounce of passion she could into the kiss. Sofi responded, reaching out and hugging Josie as she returned the kiss with equal fervour.
“Why, Miss?” Inquired Sofi when they broke off.
“Because I have the dullest life in the world. I serve in there,” she nodded back at the restaurant, “then go home to the poxiest little bedsit and stare at my telly until I have to go to sleep. That. That thing we just did. That was the most exciting thing… the most exhilarating… Since I told my step dad to fuck off and die.” Sofi pulled the slave in on her leash and kissed her again.
“Thank you, Sofi,” said Josie as they relaxed their embrace, “okay lets go play human pincushions with my tits then.”
“Yes, Miss,” answered Sofi.
The tattoo shop was busy as the two girls entered. Tina spotted them and nodded Sofi at Natasha’s office. Sofi, oddly leading Josie with the leash from her neck, wove a route through the customers up to the office door and knocked. On hearing an acknowledgment the slave entered her Mistress’s office, still trailing her school friend on the leash.
“I think,” drawled Natasha sardonically, “the person holding the leash is supposed to do the leading.”
“Oh, have I done…?”
“Relax, I’m joshing you. Hi, my name is Natasha,” Natasha held out her hand.
Josie went to shake Natasha’s hand and realised she was still holding the leash.
“Here,” interjected Natasha, “I’ll take that.” Natasha took the leash and uncliped it from Sofi’s collar.
“Kneel, slave,” she ordered.
Sofi, gave a meek, “Yes, Mistress,” and knelt next to the desk. Knees spread and wrists crossed and held at the small of her back, while Josie watched fascinated.
“Lets try again, shall we. Natasha.”
“Josie. Josie Drew,” responded Josie finally shaking Natasha’s hand. “I really must thank you for doing this. I really don’t know what I’ve possibly done to deserve this. In fact if you need me to pay I could try…”
“Hush dear. Calm. Take a seat, Josie.” Natasha smiled a friendly grin at Josie indicating a chair. “No more talk of money either. Well, certainly none of you paying me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m afraid I’ve used my rabynya to lure you here under false pretences.”
“Raby what?”
“I’m sorry dear I have a nasty habit of lapsing into my native tongue. Rabynya means slave girl in Russian. Let’s slow things down a bit more. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Yes, please,” responded a grateful Josie. Still struggling to get a handle on what was going on. Was this woman going to pierce her nips or what? Plus what was this bit about false pretences?
“Slave,” ordered Natasha.
“Yes, Mistress,” responded Sofi unfolding from the floor. “How do you take it, Miss?” Sofi enquired of Josie.
“Umm… White, two sugars please.” Sofi quietly left the room to fetch the ordered cuppa.
“So Sofi tells me you two were at school together..?” Natasha started.
“Yes, St Andrews School for Catholic Girls. Hard to believe that was two and a half years ago.”
“You did not stay for sixth form?”
“Issues with my step-dad. He thought he controlled me because he was paying for my schooling. I never got on with him. His sordid sexual lechery, behind my mothers back, was the last straw. Had to bale.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. But surely you’re better qualified than retail at a burger joint?”
“Yeah, my step dad is Alex Drew.”
“Oh, the Mayor?”
“Yep, no local business will touch me. Macky Dee’s is global and beyond his grasp.”
“I’ve had some dealings with the man. He does not intimidate me.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll save that one up if you don’t mind. But I would like to offer you a job.”
“Really?”
“My receptionist, Tina, I think you know her, has offered me her resignation. She was hoping to apprentice here, but her drawing never improved enough. Another studio has bought into her bullshite though, despite my warning them.”
“Oh my God, yes I accept.”
“You don’t require details?”
“I’m pushing burgers at Macky Dee’s, anything is better.”
“I see your point. Well I need a receptionist who isn’t mooning over the artist all the time. Can you draw dear.”
“No, never did art at school. I mean, I know what I like, but never been any good at drawing.”
“But you like Sofi’s aesthetic?”
“The kinky stuff? You’re asking me if I’m kinky?”
“I run two business here. The tattoo parlour, which also has a piercing studio, and in the basement I operate as a pro domme. Do you know what that means?”
“I think I do.”
“Dazzle me.”
“A pro domme is a dominatrix for money. You are not a prostitute though. You offer BDSM but not sex. I think.”
“Correct. So initially I was thinking of offering you a position as my receptionist, if that goes well perhaps store manager. This would need you to be here from eight. You would be the one doing the breakfast run. Would that be an issue?”
“God, no, I’d love going back and making them serve me.”
“I’m also thinking you may make a good assistant with the pro-domme side of things. Perhaps, though these are early musings, train to become a dominatrix?”
“Oh! Oh… I’d never thought of that. Tie people up and whip them, you’d want me to help with that.”
“There is a little more to it than that dear. Initially I’d be looking for you to add to the theatre of the experience. Greet them and lead them in to the waiting Dominatrix, also the payment so I don’t have to sully myself with that aspect if you get my drift.”
“Oh, I see, yeah, that could actually be fun.” Josie warmed to the idea.
“It would require you to dress the part.”
“Err can I ask what I would be wearing?”
Sofi entered with the tea at that point. She placed a white cup and saucer in front of Josie and a glass in a silver holder on a coaster on Natasha’s desk. She then wordlessly resumed her kneeling posture by her Mistress’s desk.
“It would mostly depend on the client and what their kinks were. They would be sexual outfits but tame ones. You would never be expected to expose yourself. Just enhance your natural assets. Clients do not touch though. If anyone did that would be the last day they visited Mistress Remizova.”
“Wow!”
“So for the receptionist part of the job I would pay you ten pounds an hour, net, on the books P.A.Y.E. for starters. For the downstairs work I would offer you twenty percent of the hourly rate the client pays. The minimum I charge is one hundred pounds an hour and the minimum visit is two hours. From time to time I have overnight boarders. You would be required to check in on them and sleepover here.”
“At a minimum of twenty pounds an hour?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my, I’d be your rubber gimp for that! I can finally get out of that poxy bedsit.” Josie was ecstatic. “You know what I get at the moment?”
“I assume around minimum wage?”
“Yeah, less than eight quid an hour.”
“I’m hoping this is more than about the money for you, Josie.”
“Oh, God, yes, sorry I must sound so mercenary. Umm, please… Look, I just kissed your girl like she was my lover, because I was so grateful for some excitement in my life. My life has been so dull. Trapped in a dead-end job. This opportunity is amazing. Thank you.”
“Did you enjoy the kiss?”
“What? Oh! I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have.”
“Be calm, Sofi is a sex slave. It is what she is for. Did you enjoy it? Was she pleasurable?”
Josie went crimson with shame. “Umm yes, she was very passionate.”
“Excellent,” Natasha smiled, “Well done, rabynya.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” responded Sofi from the floor.
“Which brings us, I think,” continued Natasha, “to the original reason for your visit here today.”
“Oh, yes, I’d forgotten about that. But you said, ‘false pretences’.”
“Malishka, it would be poor grace, after luring the mouse into the trap, not to let it feast on the cheese, no?”
“That makes it sound kinda scary.”
“Actually we have a small problem. All the studios are now busy this afternoon,” confessed Natasha. “But I have a solution, of sorts, that you may enjoy.”
“I’m open to anything you may want to suggest.”
“Good, I think I hired the right girl. So, how about we pierce your nipples downstairs? We could do it as a scene. Sofi would play your part, the assistant. I would assume my dominatrix role. You from a clients perspective would see how it’s done.”
“Oh my, would you be whipping me and stuff too?”
“No, malishka, just a simple nipple piercing.”
"I'm willing to try."
“Okay then, if you wait here, Sofi and I will prepare. Then Sofi will come fetch you.”
Josie watched the two women leave. The moment the door shut she jumped up and punched the air. A better job, with real pay. Finally out from under that fuckers thumb.
A moment of doubt crept into her thoughts. Did Natasha really have nothing to fear from Alex? That sicko had his filthy tendrils everywhere, could she really protect her from him?
Hell, he may not even notice. Her main issue in the past was word reaching him from some snitch or another and the bastard put the screws on her new or future employer. Surely here was beyond his reach?
Josie started pacing in the office planning what she could do with the better pay. A bike, a car even. Plus rent a proper flat. Get out in the evenings, meet people. Connect with old friends again.
Then she thought about what she was about to do. Needles through her nipples. Fuck! Plus her future boss doing it. What if she was really wimpy? Would Natasha be judging her? Was this a test?
Sofi entered, predictably in a new rubber outfit, carrying an array of black leather items. Josie groaned as she recognised Sofi’s outfit.
"You look like a novice, only hot," observed Josie. Sofi wore a simple black long-sleeved dress of latex. The collar and cuffs were white and the hem finished mid-thigh. Black sheer seamed nylons were attached to suspenders that were visible below the hem of the dress. On her head, covering both her blue hair and her tattoo’s was a black latex scarf tied at the back and allowed to fall down her back.
“It’s deliberate, Miss, You have to change clothes too I’m afraid.”
“Into what?”
“It would be easier to just strip and let me dress you, Miss.”
“Okay,” answered Josie who started removing her clothes. “Did you hear your Mistress offered me a job here?”
“Yes, Miss, I think you will probably do most of your training downstairs on me Miss.”
“Oh my God, I’d not thought of that. Does that bother you?”
“I’m a slave, Miss. I don’t get consulted about such things.”
“I’m asking.”
“Then no, it does not bother me. I’m a masochist, I enjoy being flogged. Who whips or fucks me is down to my owner, not me.”
“Don’t you get to set limits? Safewords?”
“I have neither, I’m a slave. I’m not role-playing this, I don’t get to walk away if I change my mind. I am a slave all the time.”
“That’s appalling!”
“No, Miss, it’s what I wanted. I was given a choice. I chose this.”
“Fuck!”
“Maybe later, Miss, if we’re lucky. However, Mistress is waiting. Please put on these stockings and this skirt.”
The stockings were provided with a suspender belt and were simple black seamed items. The skirt was leather and very short.
“No knickers?”
“No, Miss, or top or shoes. There is a short corridor down to the basement stairs. I will check there is no one there before we go down. Now please turn around, Miss.”
Josie turned around and Sofi took her left wrist and buckled on a soft leather cuff, once secured her other wrist was similarly restrained.
“Miss you mentioned safe words. You do get one. If this all gets too much say stop three times in a row, and it will. I’m going to gag you, but both Mistress and I will recognise if you shout your safe word into your gag. Is that clear, Miss?”
Josie took a breath to calm herself and then answered, “Yes Sofi, and thank you.”
Sofi then, as promised reached around and offered up a large red ball gag to Josie’s lips. Josie obliged and opened her mouth. She was surprised at how large the ball was as it pressed down her tongue. She tried pushing it out but Sofi pulled the strap tight behind her neck and buckled the gag fast.
“Is that okay, Miss?” Checked Sofi, “can you breathe okay?” Josie nodded her head to signal she was okay. Though as she did she realised she was beginning to drool out of her mouth. How humiliating.
“Good, Miss, please say your safe word for me.”
Josie grunted stop into the gag three times, surprised how little noise she made compared to the effort put in.
“Good, now I am going to put a collar on you, Miss. From the moment I do you will be considered a slave like me. Until it is removed you too will have to call all free women Miss and men Sir. You will be expected to obey every order given to you or you will be punished. You will address Mistress as Mistress all the time unless she commands otherwise.
“This will continue until the collar is removed or you say your safe word. You are not allowed to ask for the collar to be removed. It will be, if you say your safe word, but you are forbidden to ask otherwise. Do you understand.”
Josie was getting excited and aroused. This was amazing! Keen to explore this world further she nodded enthusiastically to Sofi’s instructions.
Josie did not see the collar but she felt it wrap around her throat. It was taller than she had anticipated, forcing her to lift her chin.
Sofi did it up tight too, it wasn’t squeezing her throat but it was really snug. Sofi continued to fiddle with the buckles at the back. Abruptly there was a loud click and Josie realised the collar was locked in place.
Josie felt herself flush with arousal, glad now that there were no knickers, as she would have soaked them as the collar was locked.
Sofi pulled the collar back from behind and hissed into her ear, “You are a slave now, sister, and a slave you will remain until Mistress releases you.”
Releasing the collar Sofi circled the new slave. Stroking her cheek, gently pinching a nipple, brushing her hair back behind her ear.
“You look good in a collar, slave. It suits you. Let’s present you to our Mistress.” Sofi picked up the leather leash from the desk, where it had been left, and clipped it to the collar.
“Now, sister, you have a taste of how I felt in the restaurant earlier. Come slave, follow me.”
Josie, convinced she was dripping as she did, followed her erstwhile friend. Sofi stopped at the office door and opened it a crack to survey the area outside. It was obviously clear of customers as a brief tug on the leash and the pair were walking down the corridor.
Josie stared at Sofi’s beautiful backside, wrapped in glossy rubber, as she followed behind. Was she really lucky enough to have just been hired to do this for a living?
The stairs were narrow at first but opened up on one side to reveal all manner of bondage furniture. Josie's eyes bugged at all the devices upon which a person could be attached, strapped to or contained within. Her heart raced a bit faster when she realised that meant her.
Halfway down the stairs Josie spotted Natasha or Mistress as she must now call her. Mistress was stood next to a St Andrews cross. It was a cliche, but done so well Josie instantly forgave it. Mistress was dressed as a fetish nun.
Stunning thigh-high patent leather boots with steel spikes for heels graced legs that seemed impossibly long. The black latex dress hugged every curve and seemed to exaggerate them too. The wimple in white latex capped with a black latex coif completed the nun 'look' and isolated Mistress's face. A face so friendly and warm upstairs that was now cold and aloof.
Josie was transfixed on that image. Her schooldays hiding from the nuns, when up to mischief, came rushing back. Why had Mistress dressed as a nun? Nun's were terrifying.
At the bottom of the stairs Sofi halted and removed Josie's skirt. It had only just been put on, but its removal hit home. Josie suddenly got how naked also meant vulnerable.
Sofi used the leash to pull Josie close. She kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't worry sister slave, I'll look after you. When we reach Mother superior kneel as I do and watch her intently. Don't bow your head, she requires your attention." Sofi kissed her cheek again and whispered in her ear, "If Mistress does not hurt your cunny I'll kiss you better after."
Sofi pulled back enough that Josie could see her face clearly. With an evil grin the slave stuck out a remarkably long tongue with two studs set in it. Sofi rolled her tongue into a U tapping the studs together before leaning in again and delivering a long slow lick up the side of Josie's face. "I want to wrap my tongue around your clit sister. Let's hope Mother Superior lets me."
Josie had never been more terrified or aroused. She watched in wonder as Sofi backed away playing out the leash, as her amazing tongue caressed Sofi's upper lip, teasing the bound girl with hope of sexual release.
A tug on the leash and Josie was once more following Sofi’s lead. The slave held the leash above her head and pirouetted on those impossible heels. Josie followed Sofi, enraptured with her image. Could she really be as beautiful, as sexy, as crotch burningly hot as that?
And then they were before Mistress. The woman seemed enlarged or empowered by her costume. Josie was amazed at how lustful she felt towards a nun, yet frightened too. Sofi knelt and Josie, awkward with her hands bound behind her, lowered herself to her knees too.
“Why are you here, girl?” Asked Mistress of Sofi.
“Mother superior, my sister has sinned. I have brought her to you to repent.”
“How has she sinned, daughter?”
“Mother superior, she has had lustful thoughts and committed impure actions.”
“Has she now?” Mistress turned her gaze upon a cowering Josie. “Is this true, daughter, have you committed these sins?”
Josie nodded at Mistress, she could do nothing else, she was guilty as Hell.
Mistress turned to Sofi again, “Then bind her to the cross of St Andrew, that she may be guided through purgatory, and through the mortification of flesh find redemption and forgiveness of her sin.”
Josie, trembling in fear, stood at Sofi’s instruction. Sofi turned her so her back was to the cross and released her wrists from each other without removing the cuffs. Taking a cable from each top spar of the cross Sofi attached them to the cuffs.
Sofi then indicated wooden blocks at the base of the cross and had Josie step back and up onto them. As Josie complied her ankles were strapped in place. Then the cables were drawn up, with Josie’s wrists attached. The cables stopped when her wrists were level with her head.
Mistress approached the bound submissive and grasped her left breast. After some manipulation and a firm pinch of her nipple she used a pen to mark two points either side near the base of the nipple. Satisfied she repeated the process with her right tit before she indicated to Sofi to continue raising the cuffs.
Inexorably Josie’s arms were raised up until her feet lifted off the blocks. Sofi fixed the wrist cuffs and then strapped her further to the cross. Placing broad leather straps at her waist, thighs and elbows. Her work done Sofi then backed off kneeling on the floor in sight of Josie.
Mistress advanced upon the bound woman, a cruel sneer on her face. She ran an idle hand up the inside of Josie’s thigh before burying it forcefully between her lips. Two fingers were slipped within her, testing, probing while Mistress held Josie’s gaze.
The fingers were extracted and Mistress held them up for inspection right under Josie’s nose. The smell of her sex heavy upon them.
“Well we have a problem here, daughter,” drawled Mistress at Josie. “You’re so full of sin it is dripping out of you.” Dropping her hand in front of Sofi she uttered two words, “clean, slave.”
Sofi, smiling at Josie as she did opened her mouth and licked her Mistress’s fingers clean of Josie’s juices.
“Daughter, two rings will not purge all the sin. Seven rings will be needed, one for each deadly sin. Seven may save your soul from Lucifers grasp. In fact it may take more than that. However I think three will do for now. Then, with prayer, we can later divine what else is needed.”
Mistress stroked Josie’s face, “So my dear, are you prepared to repent? Three rings to represent the holy trinity, to save your soul.”
Josie stared into Mistress’s eyes. Where would the third ring go? Did she want this? She was so turned on. This was so intense. What should she do?
“Trust me, dear,” whispered Mistress in her ear, “I will look after you. No lasting harm will befall you in my care.”
Mistress stepped back and held up her arms. Her right hand held up three fingers her left hand just two.
“Choose daughter, three or two?”
Josie, truly not knowing why she did, nodded at the hand with three fingers.
“So be it,” declared Mistress, turning and pushing up a small trolly with stainless steel items laid out on a blue towel. She then made a show of snapping on a pair of black surgical gloves.
Quickly and deftly both her nipples were wiped with a cold cloth before forceps were aligned and gripping each.
“Offer a payer up now daughter as I pierce your flesh and release your sin.”
The first needle was driven through. Josie squealed in pain. Her breath now coming in rapid snorts through her nose. Then, before she could assimilate the burning pain, agony exploded in her other nipple.
Looking down, the collar digging in, she could see both needles in place through her nipples. As she watched Mistress pushed one through with an open ring, before closing the silver ring over a small bead. The process was repeated and Josie looked upon her pierced nipples. They throbbed in pain but she had expected more blood than there was.
“So the third ring, daughter. I can place it below to render you chaste, or I can place it above as a public mark of your penance. Choose.”
Josie franticly thought. This was not fair. Where was this ring going? Down below sounded bad. Chaste meant no sex. With nothing more to go on Josie nodded up.
“A brave choice my dear, I’m sure your soul is saved. Keep your head still for me while I work daughter.”
Mistress moved in and it quickly became apparent she was having her septum pierced. For a nanosecond Josie considered using her safe word, but then realised she wanted this done. She had been quietly jealous of Sofi’s nose ring. Clive would have objected, but she was free now.
Josie screwed up her eyes as she saw the needle being taken from the trolly. The pain was not as bad as her nipples, through her eyes watered profusely.
“Well done my daughter, you bore that well.” Mistress turned to Sofi. “Girl, release this child and take her to a mirror so that she may see the handy work wrought upon her.”
Mistress swept away as Sofi stood grinning and started to unbuckle the straps that held Josie in place.
A few minutes latter the two women were stood in the bathroom of Natasha’s apartment as Josie examined her new jewellery.
“Happy, sister?”
“Very, they look great, plus they have calmed down quick. I dunno I thought they would hurt for longer.”
“Try banging one accidentally, sister. They’ll be tender for some time. Plus there is some aftercare to follow as they heal.”
Abruptly Josie found tears flowing down her face.
“Are you okay, sister,” asked Sofi, concern in her voice.
“I don’t know why I’m crying. Today has been the most amazing day in my life,” the sentence was ended with huge sobs as Josie dissolved into tears. Sofi mindful of Josie’s new rings held her in a hug from behind.
“I understand, sister. I know exactly how you feel.”
“Why… are... you still... calling me... sister?” Managed Josie between sobs.
“Silly, because you’re still collared. I told you until it is removed you are a slave like me. A sister in bondage. My sister.”
Josie considered that as Sofi hugged her. She was being shown more love today than in the last five years. All she had had to do was let these women lock a collar around her throat. There seemed to be no avarice in their actions. She had been offered a new job too. They seemed to want her for herself. They seemed to care.
“Is everything okay in here?”
Josie turned to see Mistress stood in the doorway. She had changed out of the latex nun costume and was now rocking an Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of leather jeans.
“Yes, Mistress, sister Josie was just having a little emotional overload was all.”
“Are you okay now, Josie?” Inquired Natasha.
“I think so, it’s just been such an amazing day…M… Mistress.”
“Come over here then, maliska, and I’ll unlock that collar for you.”
“Oh… do you have to, Mistress.”
Sofi gasped at that from Josie. Natasha held her in a piercing stare.
“You want to stay a slave?”
“I don’t want the love to stop.”
“Oh, fuck! Girl, who hurt you so bad?” Exclaimed Natasha as she joined her slave in hugging the sobbing girl. “Was it Alex?”
Josie just nodded and cried some more.
“Let me tell you something about Alex Drew. The fat maggot pays me two hundred and fifty pounds and hour to peg his ass and kick him in the balls as hard as I can manage. So the next time he crawls into my dungeon how about we swap places?”
Josie stopped sobbing and turned slack-jawed at Natasha.
“Really, Mistress?”
“Really.”
“Wow, if mum knew…”
“I think she does. Least way I’m not the only one beating him judging by the bruises he arrives with.”
“I don’t think I want to now, Mistress, I think he’d enjoy it.”
“You may be right. So this collar you’re wearing… here is what is happening. You’re staying here tonight, slave, serving me with your sister. I will be taking it off tomorrow so you can quit your old job and start your new.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“However, we’ll get you measured up for a pretty steel one like Sofi’s for you to work down herein. Then once you’ve had a go as a domme too, you can make an informed and considered decision on how long you want to wear a collar for.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“But, Josie, a collar is not love. Plus it does not end when one is removed. I’ve known you hours. You are clearly a very special person. I am so looking forward to getting to know you properly. Now, how about you two rabynya go get in my bed and I’ll join you there in a minute.”