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No spoilers but part nine follows in much the same theme as six so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex, chastity devices, malesub, femdom and public display of fetishes. Oh there is a sweet Ducati Monster too!
Sofi swept the floor in the store, as the guy stared at her. She was pretty used to being stared at so it didn’t bother her. Also he had good reason to stare, for even amongst the clientele of a tattoo and piercing parlour she stood out.
Today Mistress had let her wear a little latex upstairs. So a black latex top with the words SEX SLAVE written across her tits was matched with a black skater skirt in latex. The top did not reach much below her ribs, plus the skirt hung from her hips and was so short it only covered her crotch when she stood up straight.
All this meant her chastity belt was on display for all to see too. After being belted on and off for the first week as she became acclimatised to wearing the thing, she was now belted nearly all day.
The only break was in the mornings when, after waking and serving Mistress Natasha and Mistress Josie, she was unlocked to give herself her morning enema and take a shower. After cleaning the belt, and shaving if needed, it was locked in place until the next day.
Sofi was beyond frustrated that her keepers had gone from fucking her multiple times a day to not at all. Not that they were denying themselves any sex or had stopped involving her in it. The amount of pussy she had been required to lick had gone up exponentially. She had really improved her technique, and with those she knew she could either get them off in a trice, or drive them wild for ages.
So with the minimal latex the guy staring at her had quite a view. For as well as the rubber clothes Sofi was teetering about in ballet boots, had a tight steel collar wrapped snug around her throat. Plus sported tattoo’s that included a barcode on her thigh just to objectify her a little bit more.
The guy stopped staring and approached her. Nervously Sofi looked over at Mistress Josie, who was busy talking to a customer. She was on her own now at reception after Miss Tina had left last week.
“Hi, I’m Luke,” the man was standing in front of her now. He was about six foot tall with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He looked like he played rugby or rowed. The obviously once broken nose hinted that rugby was the better guess.
Sofi, if she were ever as disobedient as to stand flat on her feet, was just five foot tall. Even in her ballet boots Luke towered over her.
“Pleased to meet you sir, my name is Sofi Slave.”
“You’re the girl in the paper a couple of weeks back aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir, how can I be of service?”
Luke ignored the question, “My girlfriend wrote that story, she says you were her best friend while at school. Is that true?”
“If you mean Miss Amber, sir, then yes, sir, it is true.” Amber’s boyfriend! Hadn’t Miss Amber claimed that she role played with her boyfriend.
“Yet now you are life-styling being a slave?”
“Yes, sir, I am a slave.”
“Why?”
“Sir, I am very sorry but my owners have set me this task. The answer to your question would take too long to answer, I think.”
“Okay, what time do you get off? Could we talk about it over coffee?”
Clearly Luke was not the sharpest tool in the chest, “Sir, I never get off. I am a slave.” It was all Sofi could do not to rattle the ring in her collar at him.
“Yeah, I heard you, but when you stop scening…”
“Sir, after I have finished my duties up here, my owners will lock me in a cage. I will only be removed from that cage to serve or be used by them. The collar around my throat is never removed. I am always a slave because that, sir, is what I am.”
“Amber said I should talk to you. How can I do that if you won’t talk to me?”
“Sir, may I suggest you go talk to the lady in the black catsuit at reception? She may be able to arrange what you are after.”
“I have to ask her for permission to talk to you? Yet you say you are a slave. That makes no sense.”
“Sir, I am a slave. But I am not your slave. You would not just take someones property because you wanted it would you, sir? You need to ask my owners if you can use me first, sir.”
“Oh… and she, the girl in the catsuit, is your… umm… Mistress?”
“That is Mistress Josie, the other person in the article your girlfriend wrote, sir.”
As soon as the man left Sofi got on with the sweeping. She never knew if Mistress Natasha was watching via the store cctv. There were some welts healing on her back that testified to how observant Mistress was.
“Slave.”
Sofi looked around to see Mistress Josie with Luke stood next to her.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Escort this man downstairs. Show and explain the equipment to him. Help him if he wishes to try any of it out. Follow his orders as if they were from Mistress Natasha. She knows you are doing this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Please follow me, sir.”
“Oh, Sofi,” interjected Josie touching her arm to stop her and leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You call this one brother not sir, but he out ranks you, so follow his orders like Mistress commanded.”
Sofi looked hard at Josie who rewarded her with a sly wink and a knowing smile, before addressing the pair, “Be good children, now go and play.”
Luke followed Sofi silently until they were on the staircase to the dungeon. As the bondage furniture was revealed an, “Oh my God,” escaped his lips.
“Are you okay, brother?”
“Brother? You were calling me sir earlier. Why have you changed?”
Sofi turned to face Luke at the bottom of the stairs, “As I said earlier I am a slave. One of the orders I must follow concerns how I address other people. The point of it is to remind me, and inform others, of my rank.”
Sofi pulled the short rubber skirt down her hips and stepped out of it before sliding it onto a limbless store mannequin stood at the base of the stairs.
Sofi continued talking, “So I call those who are in charge of me either Master or Mistress. I call all free men sir, and free women are either miss or ma’am depending on what seems appropriate.”
Sofi then pulled the rubber top off over her head. Again, after turning the item the right way out, she slid it onto the dummy.
“Fellow slaves are my brothers and sisters in bondage. So I get to address them as either brother or sister. As I said, the point of it is to reinforce every time I speak, that I am a slave. I was told by Mistress Josie that I could call you brother, so I assume you are a slave too?”
Luke went bright red with shame, breaking off his gaze he tried looking anywhere but at the diminutive, naked, slave girl.
“Brother, it is nothing to be ashamed of here. I am proud to wear my collar.”
Luke turned and almost spat out, “But you’re a girl.”
“Brother, what has that got to do with it?”
“Girls are weak, men are supposed to be strong and powerful.”
“Who the fuck fed you that bullshit, brother? Who owns you?”
“Mistress Amber,” Luke was looking at his feet again as he made this admission.
“Is Mistress Amber weak and pathetic?”
“No, but she is special.”
“Really? We could debate this for hours. But I’ve been instructed to show you around. However, slaves like us go naked beyond this point. Please strip and put your clothes on one of the mannequins, brother.”
Surprisingly, to Sofi, Luke proceeded to disrobe quickly, on removing his shirt he revealed a steel rope necklace with a large rectangular tag hanging from it. Once his pants were removed Sofi saw that he too was locked in chastity, a network of shiny steel rods enveloped and caged his genitals.
“That’s pretty,” said Sofi indicating the necklace, “can I read the engraving, brother?”
“Sure… umm… should I call you sister?”
“Has your owner set rules on how you should address other people, brother?”
“No.”
“Then call me what you like; Sofi, slave, sister it is all the same to me,” Sofi smiled as she said this holding the tag so she could read the engraving. It was actually easy to read having been engraved in a clear font in upper case;
THE SLAVE LOCKED IN THIS COLLAR IS THE PROPERTY OF MISTRESS AMBER
So that’s a collar too mused Sofi. “Can I inspect your chastity device, please, brother? I’ve not seen one of those before.”
“Sure, why not, I’m just a slave like you after all.”
“Brother, are you happy in your collar?”
“What does that even mean?”
“Are you happy to be owned by Mistress Amber.”
“Oh, yes, of course. But…”
“But what?”
“Since she met you two she’s been fired up and more intense. Before we kept me being hers on the down low. Bedroom only sort of thing. Then when she heard the coach had dropped me from the team the collar and the cage stayed on.”
Luke rubbed his chin and adjusted the cage around his cock.
“There’s been more sex, which is great, but I get the feeling she’s got something more in store. Like she’s plotting something.”
Sofi knelt down to examine the device properly.
“Dom’s are always plotting things, brother,” she said, “we just get to play along and do as we are told.”
Luke’s penis had a Prince Albert ring set in it, yet the cage also had a rod entering his urethra as well as a number of rings tightly wrapped around it. A thicker ring grasped the root behind his scrotum and was held closed with a small brass padlock. Interestingly the padlock was also engraved. This time simply with the words, “PROPERTY OF MISTRESS.”
Standing back up Sofi asked, “So how long has that been locked on, brother?”
“Five days now. I’m not happy. I mean she takes it off to fuck obviously, but she puts me in bondage first and puts it back on before releasing the other bonds. I asked her what she had planned, why the change. She just got all coy and said I should come talk to you. Ask you what it is like.”
“Oh dear,” said Sofi.
“What do you mean, Oh dear?”
“Well she’s locked you up in a collar and a chastity device. Then she sends you to a real slave to ask ‘what is it like’. I’d guess your Mistress intends for you to stay as you are permanently.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, I’m guessing. But I think it’s likely based on what you’ve told me.”
“What if I don’t want to be her slave all the time?”
“Take the collar and cock cage off and walk away, brother.”
“They are locked on, I can’t… I… I love her.”
“Then I guess it’s too late, brother. A slave you are.”
“I’m a slave?”
“Yep, in fact your Mistress seems to have you by the balls, brother,” Sofi winked at the man.
“I’m a slave… Her slave… So what is it like?”
“Beats working for a living, brother.”
“That’s a joke right?”
“Sort of… Look, brother, I don’t know what your Mistress is like. I mean I know the woman, but she kept you pretty secret. I don’t blame her for that. I didn’t tell her what I was up to either. When was it you two hooked up?”
“About six months ago.”
“Who started the BDSM, brother?”
“My idea, I’d seen pictures I wanted to try. Amber was willing to give it a go. Loved it, and started reading up for ideas. Then starts buying all sorts of toys. We started with some rope and her crop from her pony riding days. She now has a wardrobe stuffed with equipment.”
“Okay… Yet she never shared…”
“I made her promise never to tell a living soul.”
“I seems she kept her promise. I knew she was dating a guy called Luke. I mean it was Lukey this and Lukey that, but whenever I suggested she introduced you, there were always excuses. I guess, brother, she was having too much fun tying you up. To be fair I was pretty preoccupied with my mum at the time too.”
“So what’s it like for you… as a slave?”
“I sleep in that cage over there. I get up in the morning and wake Mistress Sofi and Mistress Natasha. If they require I am used sexually. Since this belt that has meant my mouth for their pleasure.
“Once they are up, this belt is unlocked and my butt plug removed. I then have to give myself an enema, shave downstairs if needed and shower. I then clean my belt and it is then locked back on.
“Sometimes I help my owners shower or some such but that is the usual way. While I’m showering my clothes are picked out for me. If they are not I have a dress code I must follow.
“So I dress in the clothes provided. I always wear ballet boots. No other form of footwear is allowed. I’m pretty used to them now. I have a latex fetish, so if I’m dressed in latex that’s a treat.
“I clean my teeth, take my pill and do my hair and make-up then go upstairs to do as I’m told. Anything from sweeping and cleaning to autoclaving stuff, or sorting inks and gloves.
“If Mistress Natasha has a client down here I used to help. Mistress Josie is taking that over more and more. I am still offered to clients from time to time. Essentially one of my functions is that of sex toy.
"Every day is different. What is hardest is surrendering your independence. There is no popping out on a whim. If your favourite band is in town you can’t buy tickets. You lose your mates; slaves don’t have friends. Your horizons shrink. Being fed something you like is a treat, as is being dressed a way you like.
“Break the rules and it’s painful or boring. Mistress knows just how to punish me. I try very hard to please. There is no ‘accidentally’ spilling something to ‘earn’ a spanking. But I get a buzz now from making someone happy. I enjoy serving.
“In short it is very different to how I imagined. But I enjoy my life. I’m happy in this collar and pleased I am a slave.”
“Do you think that is what my Mistress plans for me?”
“I’m sorry, brother, I haven’t a clue. Now did you actually want to look over this equipment or was that a pretext to get me alone?”
“My Mistress said, ‘Go see Sofi and ask her what it is like to wear a collar twenty-four seven. Get her to tell you about her life and show you the only furniture she is allowed to use. If you are lucky she may even give you a demonstration.’ What did she mean by the only furniture you are allowed to use?”
“Oh, that’s another rule I must follow. Chairs, couches and the like are forbidden. I have to either stand or kneel on the floor. However the bondage furniture in here I get put on all the time.”
Luke suddenly blushed again and then almost whispered, “Do you think, would it be possible, could I, I mean could you, put me on one of those?”
“Sure,” beamed Sofi, amazed how this huge man kept going so bashful. “Let strap you onto the flogging horse, brother. That’s quite comfy, but you really are exposed and vulnerable once in place. A great feeling if you’re a masochist like me.”
Sofi led Luke over to the device.
“Hmm, it’ll need a quick adjust as I was the last one on it and your arms and legs are much longer than mine. Also we are going to need a stouter collar. Wait here, brother.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh no dear, if you wanna get formal call me sister or slave, but never Mistress. Remember what I said? Brother and sister in bondage, both of us slaves.”
Sofi strode over to the cupboard that contained some of the more fun toys selecting a leather play collar large enough for the man’s throat.
Returning to Luke she handed it to him, “Here put this on. I’d advise you to wear it snug. You don’t want hard to explain friction burns later, brother.”
As Luke fiddled with the fetter Sofi adjusted the arm and leg rests on the horse.
It was essentially a low thin padded bench. On each of the four legs were rests for the limbs of the submissive strapped to the device. They were hight adjustable so if the sub was to lay chest down they could place their forearm’s and shin’s on the rests. Rests was the wrong word really, as each were more like a long thin padded brick layers hods. Once nestled in, straps ensured the sub did not get out until released.
Horse ready, Sofi turned to see Luke had not put the collar on, “Problem, brother?”
“Umm, why do I need this on?”
“Hmm, if I were your Mistress I’d say because I said so and add ten strokes to those planned for being tardy. However, I’m not that mean. There is a clip here on the bench, brother, that attaches to the ring on your collar. It keeps you in place, and safe, if you were to feel like having a fun struggle against the restraints.”
“Oh, sorry, umm… sister.”
“Here kneel down, I’ll put it on you, brother.”
Flushing red once more Luke obediently knelt for the diminutive slave girl. Sofi, smiling at his bashfulness took the collar from him and walking around and behind him wrapped the collar about his throat. She buckled it tight, though she slid a pinky inside, to ensure it was not too tight.
“Okay, climb aboard. Knees and elbows go hard up against the ends of the rests.”
Luke did as he was bid and Sofi wasted no time in strapping him down. Once the waist belt and limbs were secure Sofi knelt down in front of him and clipped the collar to the bench.
“Now see if you can get off again. You’re a big guy, see if you can break the straps or something. If you can’t get free I’ll show you something else slaves have to do.”
Luke strained hard against his bonds. Nothing budged, Mistress had only the best quality equipment, and knew full well that some of her larger male customers were more than capable of thrashing violently when she gave them reason to.
Sofi admired the man’s muscles for a while as he endeavoured to secure his release. ‘He really was well built! Well done, Amber,’ she thought. ‘Still he was pretty dumb. Fancy thinking she got off in the evenings!’
Sofi sauntered back to the toy cupboard and returned with some things to give him a little scare. ‘Just to teach him how far out of his depth he was,’ she though. Not to hurt him.
“Can’t escape brother? I win and get to add some extras. All in the aim of displaying the horse’s features of course,” Sofi gave Luke’s toned backside a playful open handed smack. Luke grunted but did not verbally complain.
“So this is a ring harness gag. Open wide, brother.” Luke submissively opened up to allow the rings insertion. Sofi buckled the harness around the man’s head. Before picking up the next toy.
“Now this is an anal hook. Can you guess where this goes, brother?” Luke’s eyes went wide and he started shaking his head as much as the collar allowed.
“Ooow eess ooow,” he pleaded.
“So now you get one of the main differences between a slave and a role playing submissive, Brother,” Sofi walked behind him and putting the hook down quietly smeared some lube on her index finger. Grinning wickedly she smeared the lube on the man’s exposed anus. “No safe word for us slaves, Brother,” she declared before popping a single finger into the wailing mans back passage.
“An excellent lesson, slave, if a little cruel.”
Sofi spun to find Mistress Natasha at the bottom of the stairs smiling at her. She was dressed in her Nazi officer inspired outfit. The one she had ushered Sofi into her new life in.
“Mistress, I am sorry I did not hear you approach.”
“Hush dear, I did not mean you too, I was watching you work on this young slave boy. You’ve clearly been paying attention when helping me.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“So, young Luke, I hope you’ve appreciated the lessons Sofi has given you. Your owner, Mistress Amber has indeed decided to keep you. In fact she is making quite a few changes to your lives. It seems Sofi lit a fire that has turned into an inferno. She’s resigning her post at the Echo and moving out of daddy’s mansion. She’s found an old converted barn on the outskirts of town.”
Natasha rested a hand on Lukes back and stroked his cheek with the other.
“So while the sale goes through, probably about six weeks I should think, you are staying here with me, while I train you.”
Natasha gave an experimental tug on the strap that ran down the back of Lukes head.
“Sofi be a dear and install that hook you scared this young slave with. I’m afraid I am that nasty, and this young buck needs to learn who the boss is.”
Sofi did not hesitate. She quickly picked up the hook and presented it to Luke’s anus. Pushing gently the ball on the end of the hook entered, with a groan escaping Luke’s gag. The item was soon buried all the way, and Natasha used the rope from the hook to tie it off to the back strap of the gag, thus dragging his head back and up as the hook pulled into his arse.
“So now, slave boy, you get a crash course in the one aspect Sofi failed to mention. You see Sofi is bisexual. She forgets sometimes that some of us don’t like fucking one of the other genders. But slave’s don’t have the luxury of a sexuality. All your holes, and even your little penis, will be going and doing whatever I say.”
Josie eyed the package on her desk. The courier had brought it half an hour ago, along with a delivery of gloves and needles. This one though was addressed to her. She was trying to be casual and not draw attention to it. Even though she really, really wanted to open it. If she could slip it away when Natasha went downstairs she could continue with her plan.
She looked over at the man staring at Sofi. He’d pretended he was looking at the tattoo designs on the walls at first. He was not even hiding his fascination now.
She adjusted herself on her seat and caused the two dildo’s buried front and rear to grind away inside her. She was wearing her catsuit today, in public. Tasha had called her a perv and spanked her when she saw her in it after breakfast. Josie had added combat boots and loads of belts and necklaces to try and vanilla it up a bit. But basically she had developed as big a lady boner for rubber as Sofi. Any excuse, to dress in latex, was taken.
A couple walked in and up to her desk. She wanted her nipples pierced? Looking at her face it was clear she was in two minds. He though was set on the idea. Josie booked them in for an appointment two hours later, so her cold feet could either thaw or run away.
As they left the stalker dude came up to her desk.
“Umm.. Hi… err I’ve been sent by Mistress Amber to talk to Sofi.”
“Oh you’re Luke,” responded Josie.
“You know me?”
“No dear, but your Mistress phoned ahead. Come with me.”
Josie led Luke back over to the slave.
“Escort this man downstairs. Show and explain the equipment to him. Help him if he wishes to try any of it out. Follow his orders as if they were from Mistress Natasha. She knows you are doing this. Do you understand?” Josie asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” responded Sofi, obviously bemused. Never the less she did as she was told turning to him and saying, “Please follow me, sir.”
“Oh, Sofi,” interjected Josie touching her arm to stop her and leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You call this one brother not sir, but he out ranks you, so follow his orders like Mistress commanded.”
Sofi looked back hard at Josie who rewarded her with a sly wink and a knowing smile, before teasing them both, “Be good children, now go and play.”
Sofi looked back bemused at this but carried on towards the stairs to the basement.
Josie returned to her desk. Big changes were happening. She looked again at her package. Offering up a silent prayer to a god she did not worship she prayed, ‘Please God don’t let Tasha see it.’
A few minutes later and there was Tasha standing in front of her.
“How’s it going sexy?”
“Gospozha, you startled me.”
“So? Why so jumpy?”
“Gospozha, I’ve got two dildo’s in… and this suit. Perhaps a mistake, Gospozha. I may be a wee bit distracted. Keep thinking of you. Fantasising you made me dress this way.”
“Oh no malishka, don’t blame this on me. This is all your own masochistic pervy self.”
“You showed me how, Gospozha.”
“Hmmm if you were my rabynya I’d take you downstairs and thrash you for masturbating while at work.”
“Gospozha, I am your rabynya,” murmured Josie, suddenly very hot in places under the desk.
“Well then, report for discipline after work today.”
“Yes, Gospozha.” Josie was well aware she was lucky to be clad in latex at that moment. Or at least her chair was.
“So I’m going downstairs to supervise Sofi and Luke. I’m expecting a visitor though. Come tell me when he arrives. You can interrupt Luke’s initiation.”
“Of course, Gospozha.”
Josie watched her lover walk away. No indication she’d noticed the extra package. She had gotten away with it. Now all she had to do was lay the trap. Josie lifted a hand and tried to hold it flat. She was trembling. So what, she would be insane not to be nervous given what she was about to do. Trouble was, given what she was about to do, was she insane?
Josie sat and tried to calm herself. Did she really want to do this? Natasha would be absolutely… No, lets face it ‘absolutely’ did not cover it. Tasha would be fucking furious.
Josie tried to think of anything else but her plan. She tried watching the people walk outside the shop. She wiped down her desk. Then, deciding Tasha must be busy, she picked up the package and made her way into an empty studio. Resisting the temptation to open it she hid it at the back of one of the cupboards behind a tower of glove boxes.
She then made herself a cup of coffee and took it back to her desk. It was a nice day outside and she people watched as she sipped her beverage. A large motorbike pulled up outside the store door. A red Ducati ridden by a well built man in touring leathers. After putting the bike on its stand he took his helmet off and threaded it onto an arm along with a backpack.
Josie was surprised to see he was older than she anticipated. Greying slightly at the temples and laughter lines at the corners of his eyes. She was surprised again when he entered the shop. He was not their usual customer. His smile as he walked up to her desk was dazzling.
“Hello, how can I help?" Asked Josie.
"Hello back... Umm... nice outfit, what happened to Tina?'
"Thank you. Oh, are you here for her, I'm afraid she no longer works here."
"No, I was just curious. I'm actually here for Sofi. Is she about?"
"Sofi? Oh are you her..."
"...Master? Yes I am."
"Oh God this is awesome. She will be so happy to see you. If you'll just wait here a moment I'll go find her.'
Josie headed for the basement her plan forgotten for a moment. Clattering down the stairs she found Sofi and Tasha standing over Luke who was strapped to a flogging horse.
Sofi was wearing a strap on which she was forcing down Luke's throat. Tasha was applying a cane forcefully to his rump in rapid stinging strokes.
Tasha turned at the commotion on the stairs, "Is he here?" She asked Josie.
Josie just nodded, too excited to blurt out the news.
Turning back to Sofi she instructed. "Stop that now, slave. Remove the harness and hood this boy. Then join Josie and me upstairs as quickly as you can dear."
"Yes, Mistress," responded the slave girl removing the rubber cock from Luke's mouth with a slurping plop.
Tasha turned away and with a grinning Josie headed back up to the shop.
Upstairs Tasha strode up to Mike and hugged him warmly.
"Dobriy den’ Mike. It's so good to see you. Did you have a nice time?"
"I really did, though I never expected to be gone so long."
"Sofi will be up shortly dear, she's just getting dressed, here are the keys to her belt.”
“Thank you. I see you've made some personnel changes in my absence."
"Not just personnel, but personal too. This is Josie my partner.”
“Oh? Delighted,” Mike moved in and kissed Josie on the cheek. It was clear to Josie what Sofi saw, at least appearance wise, in the man. He certainly was a dish.
A sudden banging noise proceeded the sight of an airborne Sofi as she ran and then launched herself at her Master. Wrapping herself about him she proceeded to kiss her love deeply.
Josie and Natasha simply smiled at each other as their friends kissed.
Between kisses Sofi tried to admonish her owner, “Master I’m… so cross with you… don’t you ever… leave me that long again…”
After a while of this Tasha intervened, grinning, “Okay Mike, either take her to a dungeon or take her home.”
Mike ended it with one word, “Kneel.”
Sofi dropped to the floor, her posture perfect, gazing up at her owner.
Mike seemed pleased with this and muttered a, “Good girl,” down at her before looking up at Tasha and Josie.
“So you two won’t be strangers will you?”
“Mike my dear you couldn’t keep me away if you tried, or did the refurb include a moat?” Joshed Tasha.
“No moat, but accommodation for extra slaves, is that a collar around Josie’s throat?”
“Decoration dear, Josie’s her own woman.”
“I see, well there are plenty of spare bedrooms now, so come visit when you can. But, perhaps not tonight, Sofi and I have some catching up to do.”
“Da, we’ll give you a week or so to settle in together before I come around to check you’re not ruining my training.”
Mike swung around the backpack and opened it up. From within he produced a set of one piece biking leathers and a crash helmet.
“Sofi, put these on over your clothes girl. If Tasha gave me the correct measurements they ought to fit. There are zips on the inner legs so you don’t need to remove your boots.”
Sofi complied and was soon clad in black leather from neck to ankle.
“Sofi, malishka, come give me a hug before you put that helmet on,” Tasha opened her arms and Sofi, realising she was leaving straight away fell into them.
“Now remember your training and be a good girl for me, malishka. Make me proud and remember you are loved by both Josie and me.”
“I love you too, Mistress. You will come visit Master and me won’t you?”
“I will, and if he is treating you badly I will steal you away and make you mine. I will always have a collar ready for a slave as good as you.”
Sofi turned and hugged Josie. “I love you too, Mistress,” sobbed Josie breaking down into tears.
“And I love you, sister,” whispered Josie into Sofi’s ear. Sofi pulled back to look quizzically at her friend. But before she could ask any questions Josie hooked her collar ring and pulled her in for a kiss.
The group made their way out to the bike and Mike and Sofi donned their helmets. Mike mounted the bike and Sofi climbed on the pillion, wrapping her arms about her Master.
“Make sure you look after that girl, Michael Sandford,” shouted Tasha over the noise of the engine. “I was only half joking about taking her back. She has a magical tongue worth stealing.”
Mike simply grinned and roared away with his slave, as Tasha and Josie waved goodbye.