Mature Content
No spoilers but part eight follows in much the same theme as six so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex public display of fetishes.
Josie picked up her phone and popped it into the pocket of her leather jacket. Sofi had been sent to clean the dishes and then wash herself and dress. As Josie climbed up the stairs behind Natasha she realised her new lover had dressed in PVC jeans. Was that smoking backside wrapped that way for her?
Josie had never considered herself bi before. Four rubbish boyfriends, since leaving her parents, had not put her off hoping to find a good one. She had never even thought to consider her own gender. Her admiration of Sofi, and the image the girl portrayed in public, had stemmed from her assumption of her free spirit and individuality. Only to find out Sofi was doing as she was told because she was a slave.
That was going to take some processing. Sofi was owned. Admittedly she was happy, but she had agreed to live her life as another’s property. Tasha had said to think of her as a well trained pet dog. So much had happened in such a short time.
Her phone abruptly started pinging and vibrating as Josie neared the top of the stairs. The signal had been intermittent at best in the dungeon. Doubtless it had just connected with the world again. She pulled it out and looked at it, her face slowly taking on an expression of horror.
Amber sat in her car and mused about the meeting she’d just had with Derek. He was right she supposed. Some of the things he had said stung though. ‘Spoilt daddy’s brat’ for one. But she had to admit she had indeed been ‘taking the piss’ as he put it.
Never had she encountered a man so angry with her. That he had been willing to risk his career by giving her the dressing down she had just got… She owed him an apology. She had tried to say sorry. He had just cut her off and told her she would be better served by doing the job she was paid for.
Should she quit? Daddy would want to know why. That could be explained away without getting Derek or any of the other staff at the paper into trouble. But Derek had a point. Someone driven, someone who cared, had been denied her job because daddy owned the paper.
The truth was she had used the excuse that she wanted to work in the paper to avoid going to Uni. She didn’t want to leave home yet. She knew all too well a huge house, a swimming pool and mums cooking, not to mention her boyfriend Luke, would be sorely missed if she swapped them for a room in students halls.
The joke of all this was it was an old school mate who had landed her in the hot water she was now in. Josie Drew of all people. Josie had disappeared off the social scene after O-levels two, no nearly three years ago. Now it turned out she was the kinky domme with the rubber girlfriend.
Derek had pointed out, correctly, that as a junior reporter, a crowd should be a red flag. She should not have tweeted it. She should have chased down Josie and her girlfriend and gotten their story.
Derek had praised her dad for not getting involved until now. Derek had always had editorial freedom. Then out of the blue he’d been told he had a new junior reporter. The owners daughter, nepotism in it’s most ugly form, foisted on the small team of a local paper.
Amber scrolled down through the twitter storm that had erupted around Josie’s little stunt. That it had happened was not what Derek was cross about. But that he’d had a reporter on the scene as it happened and she had not submitted a story…
The pictures posted were all pretty clear on what had happened except there was no clear picture of the latex clad girls face. There was a picture of the girl in rubber doing a selfie with someone. But her face was obscured by the phone in that. Whoever was doing the selfie with her had not posted the picture online. There were loads of pictures of her insane boots, en point and locked in place. Her backside was much appreciated too. Some eagled-eyed photographer had snapped evidence that the woman’s nipples were pierced. Plus a number of rear-side views caught the tattoo’s on her scalp and the collar around her throat.
Amber scrolled through her contacts and found Josie’s mobile number. She placed the call…
“Josie dear, calm down, what do you mean it’s all ruined?” Natasha was getting vexed with her new beau’s panic attack. How could she sort this if the girl did not tell her what the problem was?
Josie, sobbing back tears handed her phone over to Natasha. Natasha scrolled though the display.
“Hmm, there are some pretty good pictures here. Why are you so upset with them, karsotka?” Natasha tried to sound calm to ease Josie’s fears.
“Alex…Alex will find me.”
“I thought I told you, I have no fear of that slug.”
“I’m his daughter. Can you imagine the headlines? ‘Mayors Daughter Sexual Deviant’, ‘Alex Drew’s Daughters’ Sex Slave!’ he’ll be livid. This’ll go beyond making it hard to land a job or get a decent flat. He’ll come after me for this.”
“Josie, my love, he’ll have to come through me first. Plus we have a shield; how about the headline, ‘Masochist Mayor!’ with a full colour picture of him waddling in a ball stretcher as I whip the snivelling toad around the dungeon?”
“You’d blackmail him?”
“Only to protect you. I told you, and I meant it. You’re mine now, and I look after my own.”
The phone started ringing in Natasha’s hand. Natasha looked at it. “Amber Rutherford, that was Sofi’s bestie at school, yes? Do you want to take it?”
“What do I tell her?”
“Twitter is of the opinion that Sofi is your’s. It may be to our advantage if you don’t say anything to dissuade anybody of that notion.” Natasha handed the phone back to Josie.
Josie did a huge sniff you try and contain any further drips from her nose and took the call.
“Hello?”
“Josie, it’s Amber here, I’m sure you remember? Amber Rutherford, from St Andrews.”
“I remember Amber, it’s been a long time, what’s prompted a call now?”
“Ah, yes, delicate subject, I don’t know if you are aware that you and your girlfriend are a bit of a twitter sensation at the moment.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen the pictures and comments. I don’t mean to be rude but why are you calling me about them? It’s not like we are friends any more, it’s been years since we have spoken.”
“Josie I totally understand. In fact you’d have the right to be cross with me for being nosy only it’s my job now and I’m sort of in trouble.”
“What do you mean it’s your job?”
“Well, I work for the Echo now, I’m a reporter for the Echo.”
Josie nearly threw the phone away. Instead putting Amber on hold, she held the phone away from her as if it was dirty.
“Tasha, she’s a freaking reporter now! She’s calling for the local rag.”
“Calm, malishka,” soothed Natasha, “find out what she wants.”
Josie released the phone and put it to her ear, “So what do you want, a quote?”
“Actually Josie I was wondering if I could interview you?”
“Why on earth would I want to do that?”
“A number of reasons; You could put the gossip to bed, which would make it easier to go out with your partner, as you did Yesterday. Also you’d rather talk to me, as I’m sympathetic. Also I was there Yesterday but did not recognise you. I failed to get the story then and my editor chewed off my right tit he was so mad. I was hoping an old school chum would help me out?”
“Sympathetic? Explain sympathetic, Amber.”
“Well we are not out like you, but my Lukey and me enjoy playing BDSM games in the bedroom. I don’t see BDSM or the lifestyle as some sick perversion. If you talk to me I will put a good spin on it. I’ll not ridicule you or your friend.”
“I need to think. One moment,” said Josie putting Amber on hold again. “Tasha, she says she does BDSM too and wants to interview me and Sofi. She does think we are a couple. Says she’ll write a nice story. What do I do, gospozha?”
“Say yes, rabynya. Invite her to the shop. Tell her your boss said you can use one of the studios here to do the interview.”
Amber parked in the multi-story again and walked up the high street. Who would have thought Josie was kinky too she mused. Just started at the tattoo parlour as well. Wonder what she had been doing working at the burger restaurant for. That was well beneath her.
Entering the tattoo shop she instantly saw Josie at the reception desk sat next to a girl with a huge ring in her septum and a coloured mohawk hair cut. No scalp tattoo’s though so that was not Josie’s girlfriend.
Smiling she approached Josie, holding out her hand, “Hello Josie, is that a new hair cut? It really suits you.”
“Hi Amber,” said Josie shaking the reporters hand, “Yeah, I got it cut last night before all this shite hit the fan. Glad you like it”
“I’ve a photographer coming down, he should be here any minute. You said something about a studio for privacy?”
“Sure, umm… Tina will show the photographer through. Do you want a tea or coffee?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay then, err, follow me please,” Josie led Amber to one of the studios normally used for tattooing in.
Holding the door open for her, Amber entered rummaging in her satchel, “Do you mind if I tape the interview, Josie?”
“Not at all, I assume you’ll want pictures too?”
Amber looked up from her bag, “Yes that would be…” Amber caught sight of Sofi kneeling properly in the corner of the room. She was clad in a black neck entry catsuit, her waist cinched savagely by a black latex corset with red detailing. Her knees were spread and her wrists crossed and held to the small of her back. She was looking proudly up at the two women and smiling.
“…MARY MOTHER OF GOD! SOFI TURNER, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” Amber staggered backwards as if she had actually been struck.
“Would you like that cup of tea now?” Inquired Josie innocently.
“Fuuuuuck! Get up off the floor you dappy bitch, and give me a hug. I’ve been so fucking worried. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“Yes, Miss,” answered Sofi doing exactly as she had been told.
“Oh my God, Oh my God,” said Amber hugging Sofi before grasping her shoulders and pushing her away to arms length to look at her friend properly. “Look at you girl, you look amazing! Fuck me you look hot in rubber.”
“Thank you, Miss,” replied Sofi.
“Miss? Am I missing something here? I’m your BFF, you don’t need to call me Miss. What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Miss, I’m under strict orders; all men are sir, women are either Miss, Ma’am or Mistress as appropriate.”
“You soon get used to it, trust me,” interjected Josie.
“Damn girl, you’ve gone for this big time haven’t you. Have I lost my best friend?”
Sofi teared up at this, looking forlornly at Josie.
“You now know where she is, Amber. I’d say you’d found her,” responded Josie.
“Damn, girl but you look awesome in that, it’s rubber yes, latex?”
“Yes, Miss, latex rubber.”
“Give me a twirl then lets see it all.”
Sofi obliged, regaining her composure enough to put a smile back on her face.
“There’s no zip! How the hell did you get it on?”
Josie answered, “Incredibly you climb in through the neck. You’d be surprised how much the stuff stretches.”
“Those boots are insane,” observed Amber.
“They took quite a lot of practice to learn to even stand in them, Miss,” informed Sofi.
“Wow I bet, but hold on I need set my phone to record, this is supposed to be work,” Amber rummaged in her satchel again. “So Sofi why didn’t you tell me you were doing this, babe. We could have held a going away party. Fuck! Did I miss your collaring ceremony?”
“My collaring sort of came out of the blue, Miss,” answered Sofi.
“Plus Sofi and I have not held a collaring ceremony,” added Josie.
“No? Okay then I suppose.” Amber turned on the dictaphone app on her phone, ”Okay this is Amber Rutherford interviewing Sofi Turner and Josie Drew on Tuesday the seventeenth of April twenty eighteen at Tasha’s Tats.”
"Shall we sit down?" Suggested Josie indicating a couple of chairs next to the adjustable gurney the customer who would normally be being pierced or tattoo could lay upon. "Slave, use the gurney so we're all at the same eye height."
"Yes, Mistress," acknowledged the young slave, as her best friend watched. Sofi lay on her side resting her head on her hand, her elbow acting as a prop.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Amber taking in the sight of the slave stretched out on display. We'll need to get a picture of you like that, for the paper, you look stunning.
"Thank you, Miss," said Sofi as the other two women sat.
"Okay then, so first question to you Sofi, how did you two hook up?"
"I had gotten a job here at Tasha's Tats, Miss, l called in to Macky Dee's and found Mistress Josie serving there."
"So which of you two instigated the lifestyle change then?"
"I did, Miss, I have been into bondage and latex for some years, and it has been a personal fantasy of mine for as long as I've been aware of my sexuality."
"So, for our readers not familiar with the BDSM lifestyle, Josie, can you confirm you are not forcing Sofi to be your slave?"
"I am aware we can be a strange sight on the street. But, yes, I can put my hand on my heart and say I am not forcing Sofi to do this.”
“Some would say that you are degrading her by doing this, how would you respond?”
“If two people walk down the street holding hands nobody kicks up a fuss. Yet just a few years ago two gay people holding hands would have caused quite a commotion. Me leading Sofi on a leash is the BDSM way, sort of, of holding hands. Sofi is in no other form of bondage. If she objected she could simply unclip the leash herself.”
“A good point, but it doesn’t really answer the question.”
“Sorry, no, it does not degrade her. It takes courage to do it in todays’ climate. I’ve done it once and now I’ve reporters asking me questions. For Sofi it is important that people see her as she self identifies. Let me ask you. Regardless of your sexuality would you feel comfortable taking your partner down the high street on a leash?”
“I think I’d be hideously embarrassed,” responded Amber.
“Sofi how did you feel, love?” Asked Josie of Sofi.
“Mistress I was proud, and proud of you too.”
“Well, a woman being led on a leash it’s a bit archaic isn’t it? Especially if the Dom is male. Surely it would upset feminists?” Inquired Amber.
“Miss, I don’t see it that way. Being a feminist is about a woman being able to define herself rather than having a role defined or chosen for her. That I chose to submit is my right,” replied Sofi.
“But what prompted you to make such a big change to your life, Sofi?”
“I was at my mothers will reading, Miss. The last line of the will is engraved on my heart. My mother said, ‘Sofi, as I stare death in the face I have so many regrets. But none of them are for things that I have done. Only the unfulfilled fantasies and lost dreams cause me pain. Don't worry how others judge you. Follow your heart not your head when it comes to love.’ After hearing that I had to be true to myself.”
“That really is a powerful message Sofi. I’m sorry for your loss. So does that mean we are going to see more of you being led on a leash.”
“Possibly, Miss. Mistress enforces the rule that if I’m accompanied out I must be leashed.”
“No matter who?”
“Even you, Miss,” Sofi winked at Amber.
There was a knock on the door at that point and the door opened to reveal Tina with a bearded man in a green parka hovering behind her.
“Your photographer is here, Miss Rutherford.” Tina stepped aside so the man could enter.
“Hi Amber, you said this would be a…Wow! Today is a good day. Ladies you both look spectacular.”
“Hi Jim,” said Amber. “I’m trying to put a positive spin on this. ‘Community accepts alternative lifestylers’ kinda thing. Got any ideas?”
“Yeah, in that case we want to go outside and get some shots with the public don’t we. You can get some vox-pop quotes on what people think of the girls outfits too.”
So that’s what happened. The photographer taking pictures and the reporter asking questions made the whole thing a lot easier.
Amber as a whole did indeed get positive comments. Women were envious of their figures but admired their courage. Men started queuing up to pose for photographs.
At one point, as Sofi posed with some builders in yellow hard hats Amber turned to Josie.
“Can I ask what your dad thinks of this?”
“Shit, I knew it was coming, but you know what? It’s still disappointing to hear.”
“I’m sorry but if I don’t ask… I understand you are not defined by your dad.”
“No, you don’t get it. I left home three years ago. He is not my dad, just my mothers husband. I have not spoken to him since the day I left home.”
“Oh! I didn’t know.”
Josie grimaced, “Is that a bigger story than this one?”
“Oh, Josie I’m fucked here. If I don’t put it in the editor will fire me when he finds out.”
“Okay, so for the record; I have no idea how my step-father feels about this. Nor do I care. Off the record I suggest you go ask him. Take your photographer with you when you do. You do not want to be alone with that creep.”
“Josie this is the ‘Me Too’ era. If you have any allegations you want to make.”
“Nothing I can prove, Amber.”
Later that day Josie explained how the shoot went to Natasha.
“…fell for it hook line and sinker, Gospozha.”
“Did you feel bad deceiving your old friend?”
“Not my friend. Amber and Sofi hung out with a different group of girls to me. Besides I never actually lied. I simply never corrected her assumptions.”
“So all to plan?”
“Yep, she even brought up Alex as you predicted.”
“She could not have ignored it.”
“She said as much herself. Amber was nice at school, despite the silver spoon up her butt. I doubt much has changed. I think the story tomorrow, unless her editor gets involved, will show BDSM in a good light.”
“That’ll make a nice change. So, Josie, what shall we do this evening?”
“Umm, I’m not sure… Gospozha?”
“Nyet, not Gospozha tonight. How about you and I go on a date? A meal and a movie perhaps?”
“I… I have nothing to wear, Tasha.”
“Well, the shops are still open or we could go over to your place and pick out some clothes perhaps?”
“We better go to my place, I’ve not got any spare cash for clothes this month.”
“Even on what I’m paying you?”
“I’m assuming I’m working in arrears?”
“How about you let me treat you this evening and at the shops this afternoon?”
“Really Tasha?”
“Only if you let me decide what you wear, rabynya.”
“Always, Gospozha.”
Sofi listened to the women talk as they planned their evening. Kneeling on the floor she was growing accustomed to being ignored until needed.
Mistress Natasha had not asked her if she felt bad about deceiving Amber, and Amber had been her best mate at school. Also is was almost certain she would be spending the remainder of the day in her cage.
Perhaps, if she was lucky they would take her to their bed to play with when they returned. There had been lots of low points since Master had collared her. Being a slave, a real slave, was proving harder to endure than she had anticipated.
These two women, who she had no doubt cared for her, had not considered for a second if she should be included in their plans. She was only the slave.
Besides, she doubted she would enjoy Ready Player One even if she had been allowed to go.
Derek looked up at Amber. The young woman was clearly nervous. Perhaps daddy’s girl actually had some talent?
“Amber this is actually very good.”
“Oh thank fuck. You have no idea how worried I was.”
“We can put a tastefully cropped picture on the front cover…”
“Front Cover!” Amber did a fist pump.
“…and put the full story inside. You never know this could get picked up by the nationals.”
“You think?”
“If things get slack and they need some filler a ‘Sex Slave’ dressed in latex will appeal.”
“You know that’s the bit that hit me hardest, Sofi actually changed her name.”
“I was going to ask. You’ve only got one set of parents on the record. Where is Miss Slave’s dad? His reaction to her dropping the family name would have been interesting.”
“He’s out of the country, in the east. Too late to get a quote by the time the shoot was over. Do you really think the nationals would pick it up?”
“You never know, however what with Brexit and the Trump show…”
“I’ll not hold my breath then.”
“Good girl.”
Josie looked at herself in the mirror and wondered how she had gotten so lucky. Tasha had spent a fortune on her and she felt completely over dressed for a trip to the movies.
She was dressed in a black satin tux that was tailored to show off her corseted waist. Her silk shirt was open at the neck to reveal her collar. Patent court shoes with locking ankle straps adorned her feet. She felt fabulous.
Tasha entered the room in a shoulder-less black leather mini dress, black leather opera gloves and shear seamed nylons completed the look of elegance and lust.
“So my dear, shall we go.”
“You look amazing, Tasha. Thank you for tonight. I’m really feeling spoilt.”
“I think you need a little spoiling.”
Mike picked up the phone and dialled, it rang for a while before Natasha picked up.
“Good Morning Tasha, I hope I did not call to early.”
“No… No, it’s gone eight thirty here. Just a late night last is all. How is Thailand?”
“Getting really hot now. Cool seasons long over. May head back soon. The dungeon should be finished within a week or two.”
“Good, as your slave is as ready as she’ll ever be. She accepts her collar now. Whether she’d make the decision to accept it, knowing what she does now is another matter. But she understands she is really a slave and it is permanent.”
“Good to hear. It was Sofi I was calling about. I’d like her belted from now on, until my return.”
“You’re talking a chastity belt?”
“Yes, twenty-four seven, as quickly as you can get her acclimatised please.”
“Is she to be kept chaste or can I allow her release from time to time.”
“No release. Totally chaste.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Tasha, and please make sure she gets extra practice giving oral pleasure to women. But she does not cum from now on.”
“She’s your slave, Mike, but I don’t think this’ll help her training much at this stage.”
“I have my reasons.”
“Okay then. Belted she is. The reporter showed up Yesterday, so the story will break today. Could be a busy one. I contacted the mayor too. I’ve got him squared away. He understands if he interferes it’ll get ugly for him.”
“I’m glad your domestic life is sorting itself out. I take it you’ll keep Sofi out of the limelight until the fervour has died down?”
“Sure, I think that’s best too.”
“Okay then, I’ll call in a couple of days to hear how the belt is received.”
Mike ended the call and put the phone down.
“The slave is belted from now on, babe,” he shouted at the bathroom door.
“Thank you, love, you do understand don’t you,” came the feminine reply from the bathroom.
“Actually no, I don’t. But it’s an easy request to fulfil.”
Josie sat at the reception desk and idly played with the ring on her collar. Her collar. Yeah, there was no lock. No one had attached a leash to it. Well, not in public. But she wore a collar. A slave collar. She belonged to Tasha. Tasha was her Mistress. She, Josie Drew, was the property of Mistress Natasha Remizova.
Except she wasn’t. Tasha was her lover. Mistress Remizova was a role assumed, for high paying customers and her girlfriend.
Josie thought about Sofi downstairs in her cage. She really needed to have a talk with that girl. She had looked a sorry sight as she and Tasha had climbed the stairs. Locked in a chastity belt and her cage, Tasha had been blunt in telling the slave she was not coming upstairs until at least the weekend and the belt was on for the foreseeable.
Sofi had asked why to be told slaves don’t get to ask why. Slaves get to do as they’re told. Upstairs Tasha had confided to Josie that Mike had called and requested the girl belted. Plus Josie could use the girls mouth any time she wanted. In fact Tasha had asked her to try to find the time to use her whenever she could.
What kind of a relationship was she in that her new girlfriend asked her to fap off with the in-house slave girl whenever she could?
Tina interrupted her reverie, “It’s quiet. Why don’t you have your lunch now and you can cover me when you get back?”
“Okay, Tina,” responded Josie. Getting up she made her way to Tasha’s upstairs office. Tasha looked up with a smile when she saw her lover at the door.
“Everything okay, malishka?”
“Yeah, umm… if you’ve got no clients lined up I was going to go play with the slave… if… if that’s okay?”
“I’ll admit I’m surprised you have the energy after last night. Are you not sore?”
“Very, Gospozha, heh, I didn’t know strap-ons came that large. Umm… to be honest I want to talk to her too. Get in her head a little.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Gospozha, I’ll say it again to calm your nerves. I love you. I’m head over heels. Besotted.”
Natasha smiled, “Delighted to hear it, my dear, but that is not what I was asking.”
“I’m okay, Tasha, I just need to talk to a friend.”
“Josie, Sofi is not a friend, you need to stop thinking of her that way. If you do you’ll be hurt when her Master claims her. By her own choice she has become less.”
“Yeah, I know, and I hear you. But it’s still okay to go ‘use’ her?”
“Of course, I asked you to, just pop a gag in yourself before you do. I don’t want your screaming upsetting customers while the shop is full.”
“Yes, Gospozha,” smirked Josie as she turned for the stairs.
Sofi was kneeling in position as Josie descended the stairs. Josie knew now Sofi did not wait at attention after watching her on the security cameras. The slave simply assumed the position if she heard anyone approach.
Josie, on reaching the dungeon, picked a ball gag off the rack and, on impulse, took a leather armbinder too. Wordlessly she advanced on the cage and released the slave from within. Hooking a finger through the ring on the slave girls collar she led Sofi over to the bed in the corner of the room.
Upon reaching the bed Josie dropped the ball gag on it and turned the slave so she was facing away.
“Arms,” Josie instructed and Sofi obediently clasped her hands together behind her so Josie could slid the armbinder up them. Josie then set about the methodical process of lacing and tightening straps to crush the girls forearms together behind her and render her arms obsolete.
“Are you happy, slave?” she enquired as she worked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Happy that you are a slave?”
“Yas, Mistress.”
“No regrets?”
“Lot’s Mistress, but it’s too late now. I cannot undo what I have done.”
“If you could?”
“No, Mistress. Though perhaps I wish some things had been done differently.”
“Such as?”
“Miss Amber made me think. A going away party would have been nice. A collaring ceremony sounds nice too.”
“Is that all?”
“No, Mistress, some bits of being a slave truly suck.”
“Which bits?”
“I miss my friends a lot. Being caged is really boring. Being punished; Mistress Natasha is very good at making a whipping hurt in a bad way without turning me on. This belt seems like a backwards move. I’ve not fapped since I was collared, but now I can’t even touch myself.”
“The plusses?”
“It being real, Mistress. Sex is amazing and frequent. The clothes; I love being dressed in latex. Plus I get off on being treated like this; You just took me and now you’re putting me in bondage without asking if I was in the mood or anything.”
“What if you’d not been in the mood?”
“Mistress has had me fuck nearly every customer she’s had down here since I was collared. She won’t but she’s offered me to all her clients and nearly all of them have leapt at the chance. Most of them are not pretty. Some were down right repulsive.”
“How was that?”
“At first I hated it, then I realised it was the most slave like thing I was being used for. I am, at the end of the day, a sex toy, Mistress. An object. I have surrendered free will. I started to enjoy it, because it confirms I really am a slave.”
“So if you were sold to someone who did not fuck you and did not dress you in latex…?”
“I’d be a pretty miserable slave, Mistress. Though being sold sounds hot, I think I would be frightened who would buy me.”
“But you are happy now?”
“I am but I want Master back, Mistress.”
“You’re looking forward to a little one on one slave and Master time?”
“Mistress, I just want to be his little rubber sex gimp.”
“Sounds like a lofty pursuit. How are your arms? Still feel your fingers?”
“Yes, Mistress.
“Good to hear,” said Josie picking up the ball gag and climbing onto the bed. “Mistress nearly destroyed my snatch last night, slave. I need you to kiss it better.”
“Oooo! Yes, Mistress,” smiled Sofi, as Josie put the ball gag between her teeth and buckled it in place.