Mature Content
No spoilers but part ten follows in much the same theme as six so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex, chastity devices, BDSM and public display of fetishes.
Sofi clung to her Master and watched the world rush by. She was euphoric. If the action would not have proven fatal, she would have jumped up for joy. She contented herself with squeezing Master a little tighter.
Master had looked so tanned. He had obviously been abroad. But he was back now and she was going home. Home to her cell. Home to serve. Home to be Master’s slave. Containing her glee no longer Sofi let out a scream of pure unbridled joy. Throwing her arms into the air as if Masters motorcycle was some insane roller coaster ride.
Master slowed and stopped. Flipping up his visor he turned and looked at his slave.
“Everything okay, Sofi?”
“Yes, Master. Sorry if I was out of line. I’m just so happy I had to scream.”
“I’m glad you are happy, love, but keep the screaming and bouncing to a minimum or I’ll have to delay your homecoming with a spanking first.”
“Oh please, Master, please. I wasn’t being intentionally sammy I promise. But, yeah, fucking beat me, fuck me, anything, please. I don’t care, just use me.”
“Sorry slave you are going to have to wait.” He turned around and set the bike in motion once more. Sofi resumed her hug, her loins burning under the steel shield of her chastity belt.
They arrived home and once through the gates to the drive Sofi felt her excitement grow even more. Master parked the bike in front of the house and, after removing his crash helmet and placing it on the tank, produced a pair of cuffs and a leash from within his jacket.
Sofi removed her helmet too and stood inanely grinning at her Master until he indicated she should turn so he could cuff her wrists behind her. Once he had he turned her once more and clipped the leash to her septum ring. Surprised at this, everyone just used her collar ring, she momentarily lost her grin.
“Why my nose Master?”
“You’re too keyed up. You bounce around on me now you’ll hurt yourself. Keep that in mind and endeavour to show me how well trained you are. We are not alone in the house and I want you on your best behaviour, slave.”
“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Sofi was then led into the house and into the kitchen. The cellar door was opened and she was led down to a new room. It was about the size of the old cellar but the wine racks were to one side and on the other was a steel door. To one side of the door there was a keypad and at various heights there were what looked like supermarket scanners.
“Pay attention slave,” Sofi’s Master said. “Most of what you see here are elaborate props. This is your safe place, my love. You are my slave for life, but that does not mean that I do not cherish you and want to protect you. It is your cell and your cage too. But here you are safe.
“In a minute I will be fitting you with a scannable tag. A bit like the chips people implant in their pet cats and dogs. There are hidden scanners around this door that will detect that and let you in any time you are outside.
“If you are in the presence of anyone who is not a family member make a show of using one of the fake devices here. That scanner there will beep if you present your barcode tattoo. That is a working retina scanner but once again it will not really open the door. The keypad is not fake and your birthday is the code.”
The code was entered and the door swung inwards. Sofi was led into Master’s play room and her home from now on. The leash was unclipped and hung on a hook by the door.
“Master, why do I need so much security.”
“Mostly I’m just future proofing, girl. But there could come a day when, I don’t know, a drunk associate smitten with my maid, may try to use you without permission. You’ll be safe here. Essentially I intend for you to serve me as I planned for your mother. In latex and a collar. I’m coming out of the closet with you. If I entertain at home there may be strangers here that’ll not understand the rules or manners required or expected around a slave.”
“Master, Mistress Remizova trained me to willingly service all sorts of people. Surely if someone wants to use me it would be easier for me to submit and tell you after? I’m a slave, I can’t be raped in the conventional sense.”
“Sit on the stool girl I’ll get the chip implanter. I understand your point girl but you are my most prized possession. I don’t want anybody using my slave without my permission.”
“I understand Master. I have no honour as a slave, but I must protect your property.”
“Close enough. Now the needle is quite large so this is going to hurt, and probably not in a good way. So strip off the clothes you are wearing and we’ll get this done.”
Sofi happily stripped for her owner.
The implanter looked like a glue gun with a large and intimidating needle. “Natasha told me where it’s safe,” he said pinching some flesh in her upper left arm and sliding the needle in. It did indeed sting and Sofi winced as the chip was pushed in through the needle.
Master took out his phone and activated an app and turned the phone to show Sofi. The screen showed a floor plan of the cellar with Sofi’s position, represented by a red dot, accurately placed.
“That’ll work within this house and is one of the reasons the refurb took so long.”
He then led her into the cell at the end of the room. The first change Sofi spotted was the wardrobe that straddled the bars. Seeing Sofi looking at it Master explained, “Your uniforms will be kept in there. They will be explained to you later. The door on the outside of the bars will not open if you are in the wardrobe or if the inner door is open. Now look here,” Master directed Sofi to a shelf next to the bunk beds that had replaced the prison style padded board that used to be there.
On the shelf was a charging station for what looked like hearing aids. Master directed Sofi to put one in each ear.
“They should not impede your hearing any, but allow you to be summoned no matter where you are in the house or surrounding grounds. You’ll place them in the charger before you go to sleep each night.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good girl, now kneel.”
Sofi dropped to her knees and her Master opened his fly to release an erection proportionate with Sofi’s own need. Needing no instruction she eagerly engulfed her masters shaft with her mouth. Using all the tricks Natasha had taught her she worked hard to please her owner. Grateful for the hours of training she had been put through she deep throated him without retching as she once had. Using the tongue piercings to maximum effect she was soon rewarded with her Master crushing her face into his groin as he pumped his seed directly down her throat.
When he released his grip on her head she made a point of licking her lips and grinning her thanks for being so used. Sofi was genuinely pleased to have had the opportunity to please her owner. The good girl he responded with made her heart soar.
Master then produced a set of keys and removed her chastity belt and then unlocked her boots.
“No touching yourself slave, or this belt will go on for a month next time. Clear?”
“Crystal, Master.”
“Good now wait here until you are summoned.”
Master put himself away and closed his fly. Closing the cell door after taking the belt and boots, and depositing them with the other discarded clothes by the stool, he left the room.
Sofi hugged herself in happiness. Standing up she rose to her toes. Mistress Natasha had been so strict about her heels not touching the ground that she complied without thinking now. She walked over to the bunks and examined the bedding. A simple latex sheet over a latex mattress with a matching pillow. She would sleep in rubber even when naked.
The door opened and Sofi spun and dropped to her knees. A woman had entered and was walking up to the cell through the bondage furniture Master had littered his playroom with.
She was beautiful. Black glossy hair cut in an inverted bob framed an oriental face. The woman, as petite as Sofi, was dressed in a black satin cheongsam and the phrase china doll sprung to Sofi’s mind.
The image was so perfect Sofi was almost stunned when the woman spoke in a broad Scots accent.
“Hello Sofi, my name is Seonaid. I’ve thought of lots of ways of introducing myself but I think this will be the easiest.”
So saying Seonaid pulled aside the front of the deeply split skirt of her dress to reveal her shaven pussy.
Sofi leaned forward to look, “Oh,” she said.
Natasha Remizova cracked open an eye as she came to terms with the splitting headache that surely was a harbinger of an early death. Total darkness. Not unusual in the cellar, especially if the dungeon was empty.
She could not remember going to bed, nor in fact most of Yesterday afternoon. Mike had taken Sofi at last. Then a courier had collected the girl’s few personal effects; her contraceptive pills, toothbrush and the keys to her collar, along with a few latex clothes. Though Natasha knew Mike had been preparing a latex wardrobe for a slave for some time.
She had then taken Josie to bed. The sex had been great with Josie revelling in her role as submissive. After that they had both played with Ambers new slave for a bit. Then Josie had helped wrangle the new boy into his present storage solution. They had cleaned out the boys bowels before sealing him in a latex vacuum frame. He was now installed in total sensory deprivation. White noise in his ears, blinded by the latex of the frame. An inflatable breath through gag, catheter and enema butt plug, along with a feeding tube inserted through his nose and down into his stomach. That was him for the next week now. He’s be a little more docile when he was released from that.
But what had happened after? Josie had cooked something? Wine? She remembered drinking…
She tried to rise and realised something was wrong. There was something around her throat… A collar? She tried to reach for the bedside lamp to discover her hands were cuffed together and tethered to the collar.
“Josie?” Natasha called out to her love, concerned that perhaps Alex Drew was not taking her threat as passively as it first seemed.
“Here, Gospozha. How do you feel? Are you okay?” Josie sounded nervous, concerned. Was she bound too?
“A headache from satan himself. But otherwise I am fine, rabynya. How are you? Are you tied tightly?”
“Oh… I’m fine, Gospozha. I’m not tied at all,” the lights came on. Josie was stood at the end of the bed, dressed in a navy blue latex catsuit with a black rubber corset. Black patent thigh high boots and Natasha’s military officers cap confirmed, along with the crop the girl was wielding, that she was assuming the role of Dominatrix.
“Josie, malishka, what is this? You know I am not submissive. With this head I’m not in the mood dear. Release me, rabynya.”
“NYET! I don’t care if your head hurts. You are rabynya now. You will call me Mistress. Or you’ll taste my whip.” Josie tried to curl her lip and swung the crop to create a dramatic whoosh.
Natasha burst out laughing, ”Oh, sorry, malishka. You tried hard, but you are like a mouse squeaking at a lion.”
Josie pulled the duvet off the bed to reveal the extent of Tasha’s bondage. Tasha was naked, bar her many tattoo’s and her own piercings. Her ankles were cuffed and white ropes trailed off each to the corners of the foot of the bed.
Josie brought the crop down in a vicious swipe directly onto Natasha’s crotch.
Tasha screamed at the pain. Though she was more shocked at the betrayal. Headache forgotten, Tasha tried to free herself from her bondage. The cuffs were attached to the collar, the collar was attache to the headboard. Quick sharp yanks confirmed she was bound in her own equipment and going nowhere.
“Josie, stop this now. What is the matter with you?” Another blow to her crotch was her answer.
“You will call me Mistress you Russian slut.”
“Nyet!” A harder blow right on the clit.
“Mistress!”
“Nyet” Josie spun on her heel and marched from the room. She returned a short while later with a A4 folder a heavy cane and the largest ballgag Natasha owned. The one she called the jawbreaker.
Josie untethered one of the ropes to her ankles and keeping it tight tied it off to the same bedpost as the other. Then untethering the other rope she flipped Natasha onto her front, before tying that rope off so Tasha’s legs were once again spread wide.
Josie then climbed on top of her former Mistress, sitting on the small of her back. Josie leant forward and whispered in Tasha’s ear.
“Rabynya you are my slave now. I own your arse. I’m going to keep you down here until I break you, and you call me Mistress. I’m going to rename you Pussy Kat and keep you dressed in a lovely catsuit with a hood with ears. I’ll get you a pink collar with a bell and you can sleep curled up at the bottom of my bed at night.”
Tasha went to hiss, “Never,” but as soon as she opened her mouth Josie was pinching her cheeks and forcing the huge ball in her mouth. Tasha vainly tried to resist but eventually Josie got the thing behind Tasha’s teeth. In reality Tasha could not force it back out but Josie cruelly pulled the harness over Tasha’s head and buckled all the straps extra tight.
“If you had obeyed and called me Mistress you’d not be gagged now you silly pussy,” scolded Josie. “Now pay attention for I have some things to explain to you.”
Josie climbed off her prisoner and laid down next to Tasha so she could look her in the face. Tasha, furious, tried her best to convey her rage at her girlfriend as her breath hissed through her nose.
“Now the first and most important thing you need to know, my little pussy cat, is that your new Mistress loves you very much. I really do. It is because I love you that I am doing this.”
Josie reached over and picked up the folder she had brought in earlier.
“So Miss Pussy Kat I’ve been to visit the lovely solicitors that drew up Sofi’s slave contract and I’ve had them make one for me. Isn’t that nice Pussy?”
Tasha simply stared at Josie silently raging that the girl had betrayed her so.
“In a minute you are going to sign it. I know it’ll be under duress but I got the witnesses to sign saying you were not already. I’ve made a few changes from Sofi’s. One is there is no sale clause, so you’ll be mine forever. So, are you ready to sign Miss Kat?”
Tasha shook her head in the negative.
“I thought you’d say that,” responded Josie climbing off the bed and picking up a cane. “Just nod your head when you change you mind, Pussy.”
In short order the whoosh of the cane preceded the stinging blow. There was no count, or dialogue from Josie. Just a measured metronomic cascade of powerful stinging strikes. Josie had been paying attention to her former Mistress’s tutelage too, for she made each strike count. Tasha was certain Josie was making a bloody mess of her legs and backside.
The pain built and built. Tasha was not a masochist and all it was causing her was misery. The blows to her labia were the hardest to take. She knew that soon she was going to nod her head and sign.
Abruptly the flogging ceased and Josie ran from the room. Tasha laid still, concentrating on her breathing, trying hard not to think about the pain.
Josie burst back into the room sobbing. Her face puffy and streaked with tears the girl started rubbing balm on Tasha’s welts.
“I’m so sorry Tasha, I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me…. I know I’ve been stupid… I’m just so in love with you. I’m not crazy.”
Tasha grunted into the gag.
“Oh! Please don’t shout at me, Tasha.”
Tasha grunted again. Josie, gingerly, as if the bound woman could somehow hurt her. Moved up the bed and unbuckled the gag. It took some working out even with Josie’s help.
“What the actual fuck Josie?”
Josie dissolved into tears and sat on the floor sobbing.
“Can you release me please, Josie?”
“I’m scared,” came the sobbing reply. “You’ll hurt me.”
“No love, but we need to talk and I’m pretty uncomfortable.”
“Perhaps, in a bit. I’m not feeling very brave right now.”
“Please?”
Josie sobbed harder.
“Okay if you won’t release me can you explain what this was about?”
“I… I had a plan… I was going to make you sign the contract… I was going to get you to… then when you had… I was going to reveal it all… and you would… you would enslave me… I’m sorry.”
“Josie dear that made no sense. Now slow down. Take a breath and try again.”
“Gospozha I love you. So, so much. But the role playing… it did not work. I love when you fuck me… in bed… but it’s not enough… But I’m not an animal… I’m not Sofi. I don’t need to be caged… though sometimes I do… I think.”
“So what’s wrong with the roleplaying?”
“It’s roleplaying, that’s all. I’ve seen Sofi… I’m jealous… But I’m terrified too… Scared of what I want… Need… Oh!”
Tasha waited as Josie struggled to find the words.
“The fucking safe word. It screws it all up. I hate it… It makes something that could be beautiful nothing but a game. It’s not a game. I’m yours… Utterly… That I can stop you… You!.. You’re so fucking awesome. So confident, and powerful and clever and so… so utterly gorgeous. That I can stop you, is like clipping the wings of an eagle. Why the fuck would you want to?”
“Is that all? The safe word? So what was this about?” Tasha shrugged to indicate that this was the bondage she was in.
“Oh, I was being stupid.”
“Stupid how?”
“I was trying to make you. Trick you, into enslaving me.”
“Okay… I’m not seeing it, Josie. I mean… Miss Pussy Kat?”
Josie giggled, “Yeah, it’s lame when you say it out loud.”
“So this plan?”
“That is a slave contract. I’ve signed it already. I’m the slave… I was going to make you sign it. Then, when you had, I was going to reveal you were my owner and free you. Fait accompli.”
“Ahhh, light dawns.”
“But you wouldn’t sign… and I’ve hurt you!” Josie started sobbing again.
“You’ve not hurt me, rabynya. Mike did worse when we switched,” Tasha lied.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“Vexed would be a better word.”
“I’m sorry, Gospozha.”
“Give me the contract, rabynya.”
Josie looked up at Tasha with hope kindling in her eyes. She grabbed the folder and opened it before her laying on the bed.
“This would be easier if you unlocked me now, girl.”
Josie retreated again at that, “You’ll not hurt me Gospozha?”
“Of course I will. Fuck, am I going to make you suffer. You want to be a slave. Okay, you can be my slave. But I’m not going to lash out at you like a petulant child. Nor am I going to take my anger out on you. But I am going to punish you, for being so foolish. So, rabynya, get over here and release me NOW!”
Josie scuttled over to the bed and unbuckled Tasha’s ankles. Natasha, to put the girl at her ease, faked reading the contract rather than paying attention to Josie’s progress. When the collar fell forward Tasha gingerly rolled over onto her back, letting out a hiss at the sting of her welts, before offering up her wrists to Josie.
Released Tasha picked up the contract and genuinely tried to read it. The slave part was not signed Josie Drew.
“Child, who is Miss Rabynya Slave?”
“Me, Gospozha. I wanted to share my name with Sofi, but I wanted to be your rabynya too.”
“So you have changed it officially?”
“Yes, by deed poll, I’ve officially been Rabynya Slave for four days now.”
“What else Rabynya?”
“Umm… I changed the contract some.”
“How?”
“There is a plain english explanation sheet at the back, Gospozha.”
Tasha flicked through to the back. A letter written by Rachel Masters addressed to Natasha sat there.
Dear Ms Remizova,
Your partner came to me with an unusual request. I understand she is a close personal friend of Miss Sofi Slave.
Aware of some of the steps Mr Michael Sandford and I took to achieve the goal both he and Sofi Slave desired, your partner has requested something of a similar ilk.
There are some differences. Given I understand you are aware of the details of the first contract I’ll simply list those differences here.
This contract is not saleable. That is you cannot sell it and thus the services of the signatory. In the event you no longer require the services of the signatory you are required to offer the contract first to one Michael Sandford free of charge. If he does not accept, a Miss Amber Rutherford is next on the list. You are allowed to add others to the list with the signatories approval.
You are allowed to hire out the signatory, but only for a maximum of one month. Once loaned out you must retain possession of your property for at least six months before hiring out your slave again.
Non binding requests have been added that you keep the signatory dressed in latex clothing as much as possible and that she shares your bed rather than be caged at night.
Your partner has also legally changed her name and is now Miss Rabynya Slave. I believe she desired to share her family name with Sofi who she has described as her sister. The first name is I think Russian and has some meaning perhaps to yourself.
This document is as legal as Miss Sofi Slave’s and if you sign it you may consider Miss Rabynya Slave to be your property to do with as you please within the bounds mentioned above.
Kindest regards,
R Masters
Tasha flipped through the rest of the document and found where she was supposed to sign.
“You want me to sign this and make you my slave, Rabynya?”
“Please, Gospozha.”
“Only if you’ll consent to a change of my own first.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not happy with your name. Who ever heard of somebody being called Slave Slave?”
“What would you call me Mistress?”
“Get me a pen and a lockable collar. I’m guessing you have a collar stashed somewhere?”
Rabynya scurried away and came back with a pen and a large jewellery box. Tasha took the box off Rabynya and opened it.
“Oh, Rabynya, that’s actually quite beautiful.” The steel collar was highly polished and made from five millimetre thick flat-bar. It stood about fifty millimetres or two inches high with a large ring attached to one half.
“I ordered it from Germany, Gospozha.”
“How does it lock? I don’t see a key.”
“Umm it doesn’t lock… it engages.”
“Engages? Explain.”
“You put sprung pins in the holes on those fingers there. You then press the two halves together around my throat. The pins engage with holes in the other half.”
“How do you un-engage it then?”
“Umm… you don’t, Gospozha. Once on it stays there…”
“…Permanently.” Tasha finished for her. “Typical sub. Bound up in the desire, never thinking of the consequences. Rabynya, what happens if you find yourself in hospital and need an MRI?”
“The makers said you could cut the pins with a thing called a Dremmel, but the collar would be ruined. Gospozha, I bought this to gift you with the last of my money. It’s a collar, that is all. I don’t care if you keep me in it a day or the rest of my life.”
“Good enough,” Tasha signed the contract. “Get on your knees slave.” Rabynya dropped to her knees tears streaming down her cheeks. “Where are these sprung pins?”
“In the box, Gospozha, under the satin mount.”
“Ahh, yes,” Tasha took out the pins and dropped them into the holes on one half of the collar. Stepping up to her new slave she closed the fetter about her throat. “Well then, love, I’m changing your name. I think Rabynya Remizova is much more suitable.”
Sofi walked down the hall from the dinning room to the kitchen. As she did she passed the only two pictures in the house that related to her old life. The first was her and mum. It was the last picture taken of mum before the chemo. Mum had known the treatment would be tough, and possibly unsuccessful. So she’d booked a shoot with a professional photographer at a studio.
In light of Sofi’s mums predilections the outfit she insisted her daughter wear to the shoot should have been a huge red flag. But Sofi had been the sort of daughter who ever considered her parents may be kinky.
The picture was a good one. Both Sofi, and her mum, hugging and smiling at the camera. Both dressed identically in leather jeans, white cotton blouses and leather chokers. At the time the young Sofi and been delighted to be gifted such luxurious trousers, and to dress in such a grown up way. Now, as she walked by, it produced a knowing smirk from her daughter.
The other picture was of her dad. It had been taken on a phone and was not the best quality. He was at work and dressed in a hi-viz jacket and hard hat. It was taken in summer and bar the vest he was shirtless. He was carrying something heavy, and his arms were pumped and glistening with sweat. He was turned to the camera and his face was split with huge toothy grin.
The grin was the thing Sofi remembered best about him. He had been a jolly man always happy to play with his daughter. That Master had found this picture, printed it, and put it up in his home always warmed her heart.
Her old bedroom had been cleared on her return home. All her old clothes, all her possessions were gone. The furniture changed, the walls repainted. It was now just a guest bedroom. All traces of Sofi Turner had been erased.
That Master had met someone, while away, had been a huge shock. When she had thought about it, it made sense. Master would need a partner to share his life with if she was just a slave.
Mistress had turned out to be amazing. Sofi was as in love with her now, as Master. That she sometimes donned a collar and served along side her was special, but diminished her power and control over Sofi not one jot.
In fact Sofi was technically Mistress’s slave not Master’s now, Sofi’s contract being given to Mistress, on the day of their wedding, as a gift.
Sofi never got tired of hearing how the two met in a fetish shop; He was looking for new outfits for Sofi, Mistress was negotiating a promo shoot for the shop. Mistress had asked Master what he was buying and Master had told her about his young slave. Mistress had given him her card should he ever want pictures of his slave done professionally. Then later that day they had accidentally met in a coffee shop and gotten talking. After the coffee shop meet turned into evening dinner Master invited Mistress to accompany him east. The rest was history now.
Sofi could not believe it had been nearly five years now since she had been enslaved. All that had happened in those years too had been wonderful. She no longer slept in the cell, Mistress insisting she join them in the master bedroom. Sofi now had a cage in the corner, so she was at hand to serve at a moments notice.
Mistress Natasha and her slave Rabynya were frequent visitors. In fact they were here today, as was her old school friend, who she now called Mistress Amber. Mistress Ambers slaves Luke and Samantha were nice too.
Everyone was here to celebrate Master’s birthday. He was turning forty-six so now Master was officially twice her age. They were also celebrating Mistress’s photo of Sofi being on the cover of Skin Two, along with a feature on her exhibition inside.
Sofi was looking forward to the exhibition as most of the pictures were of her and she a lowly slave was going to be paraded publicly as what she was; Mistress’s property.
She was dressed today, not in her usual maids uniform but in the outfit she had been wearing for the cover shoot. So opera gloves, stockings and an under bust corset all in black latex. On the cover she was posed so that the slave tattoo over her pussy was visible but her labia were not. Today’s guests would get the whole package, as well as the services of her mouth if they required.
Entering the kitchen she found Rabynya pouring Champaign ready for the pair of them to serve. Rabynya was dressed in a latex maids uniform and looked amazing in it. Sofi walked up to her sister and hugged her hard.
“Easy Sofi, if you take the shine off this Mistress will be using it as an excuse later.”
“Your owner needs no excuse, nor will you mind, sister.”
“So why the hug, girl?”
“Feeling happy and loved up is all. I’m owned by two wonderful people and I’m serving them alongside my best friend. Today is special.”
“Well, I love you too. Now help me carry these through.”
Taking two glasses each they made their way through the house to where the doms were gathered handing them each a glass they then knelt down at the side of the room next to Luke and Samantha.
Mistress Seonaid caught the attention of the other three and started speaking.
“So guys,” she started, “I can’t believe my man is turning fourty-six today. Still they say you are only as old as the woman you lay, which in Mike’s case is twenty-three now, so that makes him my toy boy! Happy birthday, Toy Boy.”
The others laughed at the joke politely and knocked back their Champaign.
“Now I have a little gift for him. It was pretty hard to think of what to get him. He owns pretty much everything any man could want.” Mistress Seonaid looked pointedly down at Sofi which earned her smirks from Amber and Natasha.
“So what do you get the man who has everything? I’m reliably informed the answer is more of the same. So to that end would everybody, and yes that means you slaves too, accompany me down to the playroom.”
The party moved to the kitchen and then down to the dungeon door where Mistress Seonaid gestured for Mike to lead the way. Mike entered the playroom and then pulled up short so the rest almost bumped into him.
“Happy Birthday love,” called out Mistress Seonaid.
Sofi, who had been bringing up the rear of the group was the last to see Masters gift.
Stood in the middle of the room, secured by a vertical pole that impaled the girls cunt, was a latex clad slave girl. Her feet laced tight in ballet boots, her ankles locked fast in a spreader bar, her body enclosed in a latex catsuit, her arms secured in a mono-glove and her head hooded, with blindfold and panel gag.
Master was grinning from ear to ear as he studied the bound woman.
“I got one the same size as Sofi so they can share the wardrobe,” quipped Mistress Seonaid.
“Where did you find…” Started Master.
“She used to be one of the fetish models I used regularly before you gave me Sofi. She always agreed to work for a discount, if I kept her tied up after the shoot. When she found out about the exhibition, and that Sofi really lives as a slave, she approached me. Wanted to know if I could hook her up with someone who played at the same level. I was honest. I told her it was not a game. That we weren’t playing and that Sofi is legally ours. That got her even more interested. So here you are dear. She is yours. All legal and above board.”
“Thank you love. I’m a lucky man to have a such a thoughtful wife.”
The couple hugged and Sofi looked on at the woman on the one-bar-prison.
Mistress had bought her a sister for Masters birthday. She really was a lucky slave.
THE END