Sofi took a deep breath. Mistress, who seemed in a very jolly mood, had just made her cum for the fourth time. It had been an arduous session. Mistress was making a shoot of it and a number of cameras were placed around her, along with Mistress stopping from time to time to take stills.

Unusually Sofi was not dressed in much. Patent thigh high ballet boots in glossy black sheathed her legs. Matching latex opera gloves and her ever present slave collar. Other than that she was as naked as she could get.

Her wrists were buckled into a spreader bar, as were her ankles. And most of that naked fresh was sporting welts from crop, cane and floggers. Held against her crotch by a harness was a magic wand and the bright red ball of a gag was strapped in tight between her teeth.

Sweat covered her body and drool ran down her chin, chest and belly. Sofi was exhausted but knew she would continue until her owner had finished. Slaves did not get to use safe words or call the shots.

“You look tired slave,” purred Mistress Seonaid. Mistress was dressed to kill. Glossy thigh high boots, with a five inch heel, were seemingly extended up her leg by latex stockings held by garter straps attached to her corset. The corset too was latex and held up her breasts with quarter cups to show off her nipple piercings and connecting chain. She wore a matching collar to Sofi; they shared a Master after all, and the ensemble was capped, literally, with a peaked affair in the ubiquitous latex.

In her left hand swung a flogger. In her right she gripped a digital SLR. Sofi did not answer her owner, the gag meant the comment was observational.

“Time to bring the celebration to an end my dear… Or perhaps that should be the beginning?” Mistress put down both tools and walked around behind her slave. To her relief she felt the gag being unbuckled. Once the strap was undone Mistress walked around her to pull the ball from Sofi’s mouth from the front.

“Thank you, Mistress,” managed Sofi, reflexively, as soon as the gag was out.

“Did you enjoy that, dear?” Inquired her owner.

“Ooo! Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good but the celebration is not quite over.”

“Mistress, if I may ask, what are we celebrating please?”

“Ahh, well you know I am a fetish photographer.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, your journey into slavery has been serialised too. Thousands of people have read all about how you became mine and Masters.”

“We are celebrating this, Mistress?”

“No, silly. Just the Watchers.”

“Who are the Watchers?”

“They are the wonderful people who liked what they read so much they registered for updates.”

“I see, Mistress” Sofi blinked stinging sweat from her eyes. “Are there many of them, Mistress?”

“Hmm, we just got started, so not many compared to others, but we have over a hundred now.”

“A hundred people are interested in reading about my life, Mistress?”

“Oh, not just you. Other slaves too. Some have been turned into ponies, would you believe? Would you like to be a ponygirl, slave?”

“I don’t know, Mistress, I’ve never tried it.”

“I’m sure you’d love it dear. More importantly, I think it’d be lot’s of fun. However, back to the here and now. Our little celebration. So the last part is to get you belted.”

“But Mistress, you said this was a celebration. How is belting me celebrating?”

“Because I, and I’m sure lots of the watchers, would love to know you are locked in chastity.”

“I see, Mistress.”

“Yes, a hundred and one days, one day for each of the watchers.”

“A hundred and one, Mistress?” Wailed the slave.

“Yes, slave. Now lose that tone or I’ll double it.”

“Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress, I forgot myself, please forgive me. It’s… It’s just I’ve never worn it for that long. It’s a little daunting is all, Mistress.”

“So? A hundred day’s from now you’ll be an expert. Besides that’s why this is such a good gift for your watchers. You’ll be suffering for them.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Also your cunt is not that important is it? I only need your mouth for my pleasure. Your needs don’t count, so everyone who matters is happy.”

“What about Master, Mistress?”

“Master has both me and Jenny, his new slave, to fuck. He won’t miss your dripping pussy for a hundred days. Besides I’m sure he’d love deflowering you after your enforced abstinence.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“On top of which even Master has said he prefers your mouth to your cunt. So we’ll lock it away for a hundred and one days to celebrate this mile stone. But who knows. Since your cunt is essentially useless we may keep it that way? Well see, huh?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So, beg for your belt slave.”

“Please, Mistress, please lock me in my chastity belt, Mistress.”

“For how long slave?”

“Please, Mistress, if it pleases you, one hundered… One hundred and one days, please.”

"Thank the watchers too."

"Thank you Watchers, for looking in on me, and the other slaves."

“Good girl, well done,” cooed Mistress Seonaid, as she wrapped the waist belt around her slave and squeezed the two ends together. “I know you are going to enjoy being chaste for me my love,” she whispered as he pulled the crotch shield forward and up and pressed it home.

There was a loud click. Mistress hooked a finger into Sofi’s collar ring and pulled her into a kiss.

“It’s just three months my beautiful slave. One hundred and one days to teach you to be a better slave. To focus on pleasing your owners as your needs cannot be met.”

“Yes, Mistress,” murmured Sofi, feeling the heat futilely grow behind the shield. Somehow she knew it was going to seem much longer.