Mature Content
No spoilers but part seven follows in much the same theme as six so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex and some soppy girls crying.
Amber drove her BMW M3 up to the gate and wound down her window. Pressing the button on the intercom she sat and waited for someone to answer. She did not recognise the voice when someone did.
"Hello can I help you?"
"Uh, yes, it's Amber Rutherford to see Sofi Turner."
"Oh, you must have the wrong address, this is the Sandford residence."
"Yes, I know, Mike Sandford is Sofi's step dad. Sofi's mum, who recently passed away, was Mike's partner. Look I'm a friend of the family, can you let someone know I'm here and open the bloody gate please?"
"I'm very sorry Miss but I cannot do that. The family are away at the moment. The house is being remodelled and there are only builders here.”
“Well, where are they?”
“I’m sorry I cannot give out that information.”
“Look whoever you are this is all very suspicious. Sofi is a close friend. She would not just jet off on holiday without letting me know. I have been trying to contact her for weeks. Her personal media accounts have gone quiet. If I don’t get some straight answers I’m calling the police.”
The intercom clicked and buzzed and the gates started to open.
“Better,” muttered Amber under her breath as she drove in and up the drive.
As she approached the house she could see two black transit vans with silver lettered logos on the side. Standing behind them was a man in a high-viz jacket and a hard hat. As she got out of the car he advanced holding out his hand.
“Hello Miss Rutherford, my name is Dave Woods I’m the project manager here.
“Was it you I was talking to on the intercom?” Amber shook his hand. It was rough and calloused. He was clearly a manager who got his hands dirty.
“Yes, yes it was. Look,,, umm… can I call you Amber?” Amber nodded consent. “Amber the truth is I don’t actually know where Mike Sandford is at the moment. All I can say is I have a contact number, and before you ask I cannot give it to you, and I have instructions not to call it after Midday.”
“Why Midday?”
“Well, Miss, I’m guessing he is somewhere east and doesn’t want calls at unsociable hours.”
“Oh, yes, that makes sense.”
“Now we really are just builders here and we don’t need to waist time doing silly things like calling the police.”
“Would you mind if I take a look around the house? Just to put my mind to rest you’re not burglars and Mike and Sofi are not your prisoners inside?”
“I can escort you around most of the house Amber, but you’ll have to stay out of the kitchen. Health and Safety I’m afraid.”
“Thank you.” Amber followed him in and saw white dust sheets were draped everywhere. The floor and all the furniture was covered over to protect them from the dust of the work site that was the kitchen.
Peering in to the kitchen she could see lots of tools scattered on the floor along with bags of unmixed plaster. Next to the white shrouded island unit was a professional circular saw.
“What are you doing in there?” Asked Amber.
“The house has a small wine cellar, we are modifying it. Also in the rest of the house we are removing some of the modifications that were installed during Mrs Sandford’s illness.”
“It was Chloe Turner, they never managed to get married.”
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right, how could you. As you say, you’ve just been hired to do some work… Dave, if I came back tomorrow could you call Mike and put me on once through?”
“We are on another site for the rest of the week. We’re waiting on some fixtures to be delivered. But we are back here all next week.”
“This other site; is it local?”
“Sorry, Glasgow, we’re being put up in a hotel. Our company specialises in discrete internal remodelling. We don’t hire outside help and so we have to travel a fair bit.”
“That’s a bit odd.”
“Not as odd as you’d think. Essentially people as comfortable as Mr Sandford don’t relish the idea of working class types traipsing through their homes and then chatting down the local boozer with low life’s and ne’er-do-well’s. That’s where we come in.”
“Actually when you put it like that… That’s quite a good business model. Are you busy?”
“As a one legged man in a bum kicking contest.”
Amber barked a sharp laugh at the quip, ”So may I come by next week?”
“Come over, I’ll call and ask, but I cannot promise I’ll be able to put you through.”
“Thank you Mr Woods. I’ve been so worried about about Sofi. She had been fairly quiet after her mum’s death, but then she just stopped tweeting, posting or plain talking. It was like she suddenly didn’t exist. I’ve been over a few times, but usually there has been no reply. I really was on the verge of going to the police.”
“You’ll probably find they’re on some sun kissed beach in the far east, where there is no internet, and they are just trying to put the last year behind them.”
“You are almost certainly right, thank you for being so kind.”
Back in her car Amber thought as she drove out the gates. She had planned, if Sofi had been home, to take the girl to Geno’s and find out where she had been. Amber was hungry now, but Geno’s service was slow. Fast food was what was needed. Amber turned for town.
Amber parked up in the multi story in the town centre. Deciding a burger was what she needed she grabbed her purse and set off from the car.
As she neared the restaurant she noticed a small crowd outside it. As they were blocking the entrance Amber peered though to see what the focus of their attention was.
Two women were kissing. Gah! The twenty-first century and women kissing drew a crowd. There was something odd about the girl with her back to the crowd though… her clothes… left little to the imagination… plus they were very shiny. There was no sole to the boots. The woman was at en pointe all the time.
The couple broke off the kiss. The girl facing towards the crowd was clearly very emotional, and… familiar. Amber was sure she knew her from somewhere. They kissed again and then walked off up the road. The girl in the glossy clothes and the weird boots was on a leash!
Amber stared after the couple. A gay couple, with a power exchange dynamic, open on the streets. Amber smiled to herself as she realised the sight had made her happy. She actually felt uplifted, that the world was getting better. There was so much shitty news these days. It was nice that the couple felt confident enough to display their sexuality openly.
Impulsively she took out her phone and snapped a picture. She tweeted it out with the caption, ‘So nice to see; gay, kinky and proud.’
Inside the restaurant Amber ordered a burger meal and sat down to await its arrival. Two lads at a nearby table talked loudly and animatedly about what they had seen.
“Can you believe it mate, come to Macky Dee’s and you get dinner and a show”
“The girl in the boots was well hot. Did you see her arse in those rubber trousers? I’d do that all day long.”
“Me too Jim, makes me wonder how to get my Julie to dress like that.”
Amber was surprised Jim had a Julie, given his views expressed to date. She thought the likelihood that poor Julie would dress in rubber was slim. But she worked hard to conceal her eavesdropping by keeping her face straight.
“So what actually happened Jim? I only saw them as they were going out.”
“Mate it was well hot. The rubber girl came in about ten minutes ago but does not order any food. She don’t sit down neither, just struts around on her toes clicking about with this big grin on her face. Was funny really coz everyone is looking at her but pretending not to. Yet you could see she was getting off on the attention.”
“Exhibitionist like?”
“Yep, that’s yer puppy, exhibitionist. So the crowd grows sum. I mean people were sneaking off pictures on their phones and texting mates. But she seemed oblivious, or was pretending that she was not aware like.”
“Like you were, that’s why I’m here.”
“Hey, it’s not a crime.”
“Didn’t say it was, buddy, glad you did in fact.”
“So, anyway, after about five minutes this girl gets up and breaks the ice by asking if she can do a selfie.”
“Did she?”
“I said so, didn’t I? So this girl talks to her and it’s weird, right, coz the girl in rubber keeps calling the one who wanted the selfie ‘Miss’.”
“Why?”
“Buggered if I know. So they do the selfie and the girl enthuses over the girls tattoo’s, face junk and clothes and then she leaves. As that girl leaves this other girl comes out from the staff door putting on her coat. When she sees the rubber girl her face was a picture.”
“Wadda ya mean?”
“Well, that was the thing, It was such a mixture of emotions. She sorta looked happy, and terrified at the same time. Then the kinky rubber lover hands the kitchen girl a leash.”
“Where did that come from then?”
“Well, obviously, the kinky girl was holding it. But when you’ve got an arse and thighs like those, all wrapped up in glossy rubber, all parading and wiggling in front of you, well, you tend not to notice the details, if you get me drift.”
“So she hands over the leash; then wot?”
“Well it all goes quiet. Everyone is like fascinated to see what she’ll do. The kitchen girl makes to leave but kinky girl stops her and says something about a Mistress.”
“A Mistress?”
“Look I dunno, I couldn’t hear too well, I wasn’t ‘that’ close. So the kitchen girl goes as red as a beetroot.”
“Then wot?”
“Kitchen girl clips the leash to the kinky girls collar, had to give her a round of applause for that, and then drags her out onto the street.”
“You didn’t say she was wearing a collar.”
“Well she was. Okay? Metal one with a big ring hanging from the front.”
“So what else was she wearing you failed to mention.”
“I thought you saw her too”.
“Only from behind, like, was she pretty? Her arse was smokin’ but I didn’t see her face.”
“Okay, so, yeah, pretty decent boat race, though she had a ring in her nose.”
“Like a pig?"
“Or a bull, yeah, not my cuppa tea.”
“Makes you wonder where else she’s got that junk, dun it?”
At that point a member of staff brought Amber’s food over and she was glad of the distraction as the chatter of the two men was beginning to annoy. The action of eating drowned them out too, but once she was done chewing their drone drifted back over as she washed her food down with her soda.
“Gotta admit though, girl on girl is pretty hot.”
“You said it. My fave kinda porn.”
“Can you imagine those two earlier? Bet that rubber girl likes it rough, maybe tied up even.”
“Stop it mate, I’m gonna have to sit here a while now you put that picture in me ‘ead.”
Amber had had enough. Getting up she tidied her tray and then approached the men on her way out.
“Excuse my guys, sorry to say I couldn’t help overhearing a lot of what you guys were saying while I was eating. Wonder if you could clear something up for me?”
“Sorry luv, wot?” responded Jim.
“You see I’ve got five brothers, and I thought I understood blokes, but I cannot understand the male arrogance when it comes to lesbian porn.”
“Arrogance? I don’t understand the question luv, what’s this about.”
“That’s because I’ve not asked my question yet. So answer me this; Why is it that when a bloke watches two lesbian women. That is women that are sexually attracted to other women. When he watches that, where is the arrogance coming from that makes him assume the thing missing from that equation is a penis?”
Amber strode out grinning, as another woman, clearly listening in too, snorted her soda out of her nose.
Josie lay in bed looking at the ceiling. She’d awoken slowly and initially confused as to where she was. There was no light source in the bedroom, in Natasha’s cellar. But light was leaking in from the open bedroom door enough that Josie could make out her surroundings and the women asleep next to her.
Josie was remembering Yesterday. An amazing day. So many firsts; Her first girl. Her first three way. Her first piercings.
Gingerly her hand strayed up to feel her left nipple under the sports bra Natasha had lent her.
It was sore to touch. How would it feel when it had healed? How did she feel about the woman sleeping next to her? Her new boss and perhaps her lover too?
She raised her hand to her throat and felt the collar still locked in place. A collar locked around her throat. It came with rules. But rules that had been fun to play along with. That her friend Sofi had led her here. Her old school friend. The bright, petite, bubbly, confident Sofi Turner, had somehow morphed into a pierced, collared creature of sexual lust and depravity. She had been barcoded as a thing and had SLAVE tattooed on her pussy for fuck’s sake.
Sofi was out in the dungeon somewhere, locked in a cage. She was locked in a cage. How mad was that? Stranger was she had put herself there. Natasha had simply turned to her and told her it was time for bed. That she should go to her cage. Sofi grinning had wished them both good night and after kissing them both padded off to lock herself away.
Before that they had played together for the afternoon and then well into the night. Natasha had brought some toys to the bed when she had joined the girls. Josie had been gently flogged on her backside before a brief taste of a crop. She eaten out Natasha while Sofi’s amazing pierced tongue had tortured her own pussy. She had lost count of the times the two women had made her cum.
After a play in the bedroom they had made their way out into the dungeon. Natasha had shown off her equipment and demonstrated quite a lot of it using the all too willing Sofi. The girl obviously relished even extreme pain if delivered in the right way.
Natasha had given Josie a go with the whip showing her how to aim for Sofi’s sensitive parts. Never in her life had Josie thought she would enjoy whipping another person. But Sofi’s writhing and moaning, clearly enjoying it, aroused Josie too and spurred her on the strike the slave harder.
After that Josie had been introduced to the Sybian, it had been her fist proper taste of bondage too. They had bound her arms behind her, and had put her in a frog tie, before securing her to the black dome of the Sybian. Five times she had been forced to cum as the other two crowed and taunted her, playing with the controls, edging her, making her beg first to cum, then later, for it to stop.
After that they had eaten, sending Sofi out for a curry. After eating Natasha had played with Josie’s hair, begging to be allowed to style it. Josie, giddy on the fun she had enjoyed had acquiesced. Her reward was a pixie cut that initially shocked her, her hair being long before. But even she had to admit the woman staring out of the mirror, with a ring in her septum and a collar around her throat, looked a hell of a lot sexier than the girl who worked in the burger restaurant down the road.
After Sofi had been sent to bed Natasha had fucked her again. Though this had been less kinky, more passionate and had left Josie with a warm glow upon its climax. She, like her friend Sofi, barely topped five feet in her bare feet. Natasha, while slender but not willowy, was somewhere around five seven or eight. Thus it had seemed the perfect way to drift off to sleep; spooned into the lap, and wrapped in the arms, of Natasha.
The alarm clock on Natasha’s side of the bed suddenly sprang to life blaring out a lurid klaxon into the room. Natasha reached out an arm and silenced the din. She turned to look at Josie, a smile breaking out on the blonde’s face, as she recognised her through the fog of sleep.
“Dobroye utro, karsotka,” murmured Natasha as she planted a soft kiss on Josie’s lips.
“Dobroye utro, Gospozha,” replied Josie. Natasha’s smile broke into a grin.
“Ty znayesh' russkiy?”
“Umm, I don’t know what you just said, Gospozha. I just looked up the Russian for Mistress on my phone.”
“I see, well that is touching. Thank you, karsotka.”
“What does karsotka mean, Gospozha? That’s twice now this morning and lots last night.”
“Karsotka means gorgeous, and I use it because you are.”
“Oh! Thank you, Gospozha. I think you are beautiful too.”
“Hmmm, so flattery is your tactic. Well, thank you too, maliska. You can look that one up on your phone later. Right now I want to take advantage of that collar around your throat rabynya.”
Natasha moved across the bed over the smaller girl. Pinning her to the mattress with her size she sought out her wrists and lifted them above Josie’s head.
“You don’t have to hold me, Gospozha. I will stay where you want me,” whispered Josie, smiling up at the woman.
Natasha silenced her with a passionate kiss, which Josie responded to with equal fervour. Natasha releasing Josie’s wrists held instead her face in her hands. Josie submissively kept her arms where Natasha had left them.
“When Sofi told me of her friend she did not tell me you were so beautiful. It is tempting to keep you in that collar, regardless of your feelings on the matter.”
“I’m tempted to let you, Gospozha.”
“You would make a glorious slave, malishka, but I have the germ of an idea you may be something even more wonderful.”
“Oh, and pray tell, what may that be?”
“Nyet, rabynya, I will say no more until I am certain,” Natasha kissed her once more, before abruptly climbing up the bed to pin Josie’s arms with her legs. Her pussy directly above Josie’s mouth, the submissive needed no encouragement.
Natasha was soon screaming her praise in thick and fluent Russian and not long after, her thighs clamped either side of Josie’s head, Natasha shuddered into orgasm.
Rolling off Natasha smiled down at Josie, who still held her pose, arms above her head.
“You have a magical tongue my dear. Thank you for such a wonderful good morning. Now let us both get clean for there is lots to do today.”
Natasha took a key off the bedside dresser and moved to unlock Josie’s collar.
“Please don’t, Gospozha,” begged Josie.
“Silly, the shower is not the place to wear leather. No matter how much you want to keep it on. Now sit up and let me remove it. If it means so much to you, you can continue to call me Gospozha and all the time you do, you will be my rabynya.”
Natasha removed the collar. Something Josie realised she still had misgivings about. She was not totally certain what was going on between her and the dominatrix but she knew she wanted it to continue. Was she falling in love? Could it happen so quick, or was this simply infatuation?
Before she could think more on the subject Natasha took her wrist and led her into the bathroom. Turning on the shower to get it up to temperature Natasha turned her attention to Josie’s nipples.
“You’ll need to clean these crusty deposits off the rings. Use this,” Natasha offered up a bottle. “Once they are clean try gently rotating the rings from time to time. Now get in the shower, once you are clean come find me in the kitchen”
“Da, Gospozha,” responded Josie.
“Good girl, I’ll have you talking Russian before you know it.” Natasha pecked Josie on the cheek and left the room.
Josie took a shower cleaning all three of her new rings as Natasha had shown her. On emerging from the cubicle she was surprised how quickly she managed to dry her new shorter hair. The usual routine with a dryer and brush were over it seemed.
With no clothes to put on Josie debated with herself if she should wear a towel to the kitchen. But such modesty did not seem to fit with the dynamic established, so naked Josie made her way to the small kitchenette.
Natasha was cooking eggs and bacon and smiled as Josie entered.
"Why the run to Macky Dee's if you can cook down here, Gospozha?"
"This is an event. I don't often have overnight guests."
"You live with Sofi don't you."
"Sofi does not count, she is only a slave.”
“Only a slave? But she is still a person. She’s my friend, Gospozha.”
“Hmm, sit, eat your food,” Natasha passed her a plate of eggs, bacon and thickly buttered toast.
“Josie, it would be best if you thought of Sofi as a highly trained pet dog. She is not role playing like we did Yesterday. She and her Master have made a deeper commitment to their lifestyle than most do.”
“Her Master? I thought Josie was your…”
“Nyet. Sofi is not mine. I am simply training her for her owner.”
“So he will be taking her away someday?” Josie was crestfallen.
“Yes, my dear, and soon I think too. But I would ask you to keep that nugget to yourself. Sofi will be delighted when her owner returns but I want it to be a nice surprise.”
“Does this mean you want me to be her replacement, Gospozha?”
“Nyet! No. Really Josie, nothing like that. Look eat before it gets cold. Hush with the questions and I will tell you all.”
“So, you know that Sofi’s mother recently died?”
Josie, her mouth full, simply nodded.
“But did you know that since she first saw him Sofi was infatuated with her mothers boyfriend?”
Josie shook her head at this her eyes wide with surprise.
“Okay, now I know where to begin. I used to have a boyfriend called Mike. Trouble was Mike was dominant too and so we had to take turns playing the submissive whenever we played together. It wasn’t working and we were heading for a rather messy break up.
“At that time I had a customer called Chloe. A busy single mum too busy for the dating game who had a serious masochistic streak. Her daughter was Sofi.
“Mike helped out on a few sessions with Chloe, a bit like I want you too in the future. The two got to talking, then obviously more than talking. Eventually Mike and I split and he moved in with Chloe. I’m missing out a lot of detail here. There was lots of shouting.
“So Chloe wants to give up the rat race, abdicate her humanity and become her lover’s slave. Mike, who is financially able to entertain this idea says yes. So they start planning for this, recognising they cannot do it while Chloe’s daughter is under eighteen.
“While this is going on Sofi is discovering her sexuality and indulging in self bondage games behind her parents back. Only it wasn’t, because they found out what she was up to, without letting her know. Then Chloe got her diagnosis.
“What happened next was largely driven by Chloe. Chloe had approached an old university friend, who was now a solicitor, to look into making a contract that would make her legally Mikes property. When she found out she was dying she started planning for her daughter after she was gone.
“Choe knew that Sofi was carrying a torch for Mike and that she would probably not hang around to have her heart stomped on some more once her mum had died. A pretty shrewd guess as it turned out.
“Concerned that after her death Sofi would have no family and be alone she left instructions in her will. Essentially Chloe made Mike promise to enslave Sofi and hold her with the same contract as his slave after her death.
“I wasn’t there for it but I understand the girl signed up for this with zero arm twisting. Mike then brings her, unbelievably, to me to get her first rings and her tattoo’s.
“It was a disaster waiting to explode so I stepped in. It was clear that Sofi had no real idea what being a slave meant really. Also that Mike was only doing it because he’d been asked to by his dying girlfriend.
“So after ascertaining that Sofi really had not been forced I offered to train her for him. Mike bit my arm off at the elbow.
“Sofi has had some serious wobbles. Day’s when she wished she was not a slave. If those had happened around Mike he would have freed her. They would then have tried to be an ordinary couple. It would have broken down and they would have ended up at each others throats.
“I’ve gotten her over those humps. Some by being a bitch, others by being nice. The trick has been to know which is needed. Sofi is now turning into quite an accomplished slave. She needs polishing. Teaching some skills that’ll make her more useful. She’s already pretty good in bed, but in time she’ll be taught to cook, dance, play musical instruments, everything she needs to entertain her owners.”
“Gospozha, that’s terrifying. You are tricking her into becoming what her mother wanted.”
“No Josie, it’s not a simple as that. Sofi has driven a lot of this herself. Silly contracts aside the number of times she could have walked away are countless. Sure she is locked in a cage right now, but she is sent out into the world almost daily. If she had approached you, would you have taken her in?”
“Of course, Gospozha.”
“As would many of her friends I am sure.”
“The reason Sofi is in her collar, and becoming a beautiful slave, is because she wants to. Talk to her, she’ll tell you the same story.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. In fact I encourage it. It’ll do you both good, which brings me to you”
“Me?”
“Have you any idea, when you have all the tools necessary, when the girl of your dreams walks through your door, and begs you to enslave her… Have you any idea how hard it is not to do it?”
“Nyet, Gospozha. Am I really the girl of your dreams?”
“I should have taken a trip down to your restaurant myself. But I just listened to Sofi. All I heard was young over qualified woman, with retail experience, who hated her boss. I’ve broken a lot of rules just because I was instantly enamoured with you.”
“You have?”
“Bosses don’t as a rule, unless they plan on getting sued, sleep with their employees.”
“Have I still got the job, Gospozha? Or would you prefer to keep me in a cage down here?” Josie had the grace to deliver that like with an over theatrical wink.
“How do you feel about your nose ring, Josie?”
“Love it, Gospozha. Why?”
“Another rule broken. I changed the rules of the scene half way through. I’m getting sloppy because Sofi… Nyet, that is me in denial. I wanted to and I made you. I should not have. I’m sorry.”
“Gospozha, I had my safe word. I thought about using it. I decided not to. I let you do that to me.”
“It is nice of you to say. So where do we go from here? This has happened too fast and in the wrong order.”
“I am happy it has, Gospozha.”
“You feel the same way about me, rabynya?”
Josie could see the strain then in Natasha. She was trying to play it cool. Deliver the question in an off hand way. But it was clear the woman’s heart was in her throat.
“I don’t think I want to be like Sofi, Gospozha… But I think I really would like to be yours in some fashion. Whether that’s your girlfriend, partner or slave I think we need to explore togeth..” Josie was cut off from speaking by the huge Russian bear hug Natasha had her in.
“Can’t breathe, Gospozha,” wheezed Josie, trying to push out with her arms. Natasha relented and instead kissed Josie firmly on the mouth.
“If you will be mine malishka I will protect you and keep you safe.”
“Yes, I’ll be yours, Gospozha.”
“Wait here, I have a thing.” Natasha strode from the small room. Josie was sure her new lover had tears on her cheeks. Then Josie realised she did too.
Natasha returned with what looked like a metal collar which she held up for Josie to see.
“It does not lock,” Natasha explained, “It may be too small too. But if it fits you it would be perfect. You could keep it on because you wanted to. Not like Sofi who has no choice. But because you wanted to be mine. You could keep your safe word, call me Tasha in public if you prefer. Be yourself, but be mine too. If I called you rabynya you’d know it was an order… What do you think?”
“How does it fasten?”
“There is a pin here, on this chain see, it’s a bit like a large bangle.”
“Please, Gospozha.”
“You want to try it on?”
“Please, Gospozha.”
Natasha fumbled to get the pin out and the opened the collar.
“I’ll do this slowly, love, so as not to pinch your skin in the hinges.”
Natasha offered the collar up to Josie’s throat. The girl was almost trembling.
“I’m holding it closed now, Josie, does it feel too tight?”
“Nyet, Gospozha.”
“Okay can you tilt your head forward so I can put the pin back in?”
“Is it done, Gospozha.”
“Yes, Josie, how does it feel?”
“Gospozha, I am yours now?”
Natasha gently kissed the trembling Josie, “I think you already were, malishka, but yes. Now you are mine, and you can tell others so if you wish.”
“Am I your rabynya, Gospozha?”
“No dear, you are my lover, my girlfriend and my partner. We can role play you being my slave but I do not own you. If you are feeling submissive call me Mistress or Gospozha. If you are feeling otherwise, use my name or any other term of endearment you fancy. I am yours as much as you are mine.
“I want to get to know you. So far I know you are a great lay, you’re beautiful and pretty smart too. You had the balls to leave your parents and you’ve kept you head above water for the last three yeas since doing it. Beyond that you are a gorgeous enigma.”
“I know less, Na…Tasha. Umm, that felt strange. Tasha, do you really think I look beautiful? I’ve no make up on and I’ve not even brushed my hair.”
“Malishka you are karsotka. As to make up… I am bisexual but I like my girlfriends to be, umm not butch, but tomboy. You understand this?”
“Is that why you cut my hair short, Tasha?”
“I was bad to do this, but yes, I wanted to see how you looked with it short. Do you mind?”
“No, I love it. No taking ages with a dryer either, so more practical too. Oh! Do I get to dress in rubber like Sofi?”
“Do you want to?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried. Sofi certainly looked amazing in it though.”
“Hmm, I’ll get my shower now. My clothes won’t fit you so go look at the stuff in the wardrobes in the dungeon. Try anything you like. If you need help get Sofi out of her cage. It was time she was up now. Oh, she calls you Mistress too now. No more sisters, da?”
Natasha smiled and kissed Josie again. She turned back as she left for the shower, “leave the dishes for the slave too, karsotka. No point having a dog, if you’re the one barking.”
Josie padded into the dungeon, a finger idly playing with the ring on her new collar. She spotted Sofi kneeling naked, in her cage, straight away. Had she been waiting like that long or had she heard Josie coming?
“Good morning, slave,” Josie smiled. Approaching the cage she asked, “how do I let you out?”
“There’s a button on the top, sister.” Josie quickly found it and opened the cage.
“Umm, Tasha said you’re to call me Mistress now.” Sofi’s eyes went round at this news.
“Oh, Mistress, that’s wonderful news. Congratulations.”
“I need your help dressing, oh, do you need to pee or anything?”
“I’m good for now, Mistress. Thank you for asking. What do you need help with? A corset?”
“Umm, I dunno Soaf, Tasha just said pick anything I like out of these wardrobes. I want to try out latex and Tasha hinted she likes tomboys. That’s all I’ve got to go on.”
“Easy, Mistress, follow me,” Sofi set off for the other side of the dungeon. “Shoe’s are going to be hardest. Mistress Natasha has loads in big sizes for cross dressers and forced feminisation. Small stuff for petit slaves or new girl friends; not so much. What size are you, Mistress?”
“Usually about a four, though I have squeezed into a three”
Sofi opened the wardrobes and started rummaging around the bottom of one.
“Ta da! One pair of patent leather doc martin boots. A perfect tomboy start. Let’s see… A pair of latex leggings so you can try rubber. A classic AC/DC tee and a leather biker jacket. Bra or corset, Mistress?”
“Oh umm, what’s a corset like?”
“So corset it is, Mistress, very wise choice. Mistress Natasha will love that; tomboy clothes with uber sexy underwear.” Sofi winked at Josie.
Josie, despite all the two girls had recently done together, blushed at the inference.
Ten minutes later and Josie was staring at her new self in a mirror. The corset had been a revelation as had been the latex leggings. Sofi had laced up the corset, a satin item in a deep green that Sofi said complimented her eyes. Sofi said It was not too severe as it only reduced her waist by three inches. The hour glass figure it gave her was amazing. Josie was an instant corset fan.
The latex was surprising too. She thought it would be hot. But instead it seemed to amplify the sensitivity of her skin. She felt the coolest draught but heat was magnified too.
She thought she looked pretty good, but what would Tasha think?
“You look beautiful, Josie.”
Josie spun to find Natasha behind her.
“Especially your bum in those leggings,” Natasha stepped up close and put a possessive hand on Josie’s backside.
Josie kissed her new lover, “I think this is going to work.”
“Da, and talking of work we need to get upstairs and on with things. You telling Clive where to go can be top of the list, my love.”