So this is an adult story. Fetish themes and descriptions of alternative sexual practices follow. You've been warned...




Micky noticed her boots first. It was not that Micky had a thing for shoes, more that the boots were pretty striking. Patent leather with a long slender stiletto heel that looked like it was probably five inches. The toe was pointed and the boots laced up the leg to disappear under a leather skirt that came down below the knee. That was all Micky could see of the wearer of the boots from her position at the till. The rest of her being obscured by a sign advertising coffee. Whoever she was she was sat opposite a man in a well tailored suit and a tidy if conservative hair cut. He looked to be in his late forties and not in good shape. Too much time in the office and almost certainly a lapsed gym membership card in his wallet.

Micky liked to people-watch when things were slow. A clerk in a motorway service station was a job well beneath her educational qualifications. But it suited her at the moment to coast while she got her life back together. She routinely volunteered for the night shifts as the quiet slow pace at night suited her to a tee.

Unusually, for the late hour, there were actually three people in the shop. Which was why Micky was stood behind the till. But as they were shopping there was nothing to do until they came to pay. So Micky looked out into the seating area across the concourse and tried to guess why the man in the good suit was here with the woman in the kinky boots. A Mistress? Could be, but it was a rubbish location to meet. A seedy motorway hotel, just to the east of Exeter. Surely a man who could afford such a suit could stretch to a nice hotel?

Micky’s musings were cut short by a customer and she was temporarily busy. When she had served all three customers the man in the suit and the mysterious wearer of the boots were gone. Micky was about to step out from behind the till, and dress the drinks display, when a new customer entered the shop. She was strikingly beautiful. Jet black hair, straight and long, beautifully cut with a killer fringe. Her make-up was immaculate; dark smokey eyes and crimson lipstick. She wore a black leather trench coat, still done up against the chill of the January frost outside. Then, as she stepped nearer, Micky saw the leather skirt and the boots. So she was the companion of the dull man with the expensive suit.

She approached the till clutching a diet soda and a copy of the Times. Micky scanned the items and then, because she was required to, offered a bar of chocolate for only a pound. A promotional item she had to push.

“Can I tempt you with a bar of chocolate? Only a pound.” She tried to sound up beat but it was three in the morning and she was sick of asking.

“You want to tempt… me?”

“Yeah, chocolate. Look I’m sorry, I have to ask. It’s the job, I’m required.”

“No it’s okay. It’s just funny… You don’t work nights often do you?”

“As often as I can, but it’s not my regular shift. Why?”

“I’d know you is all… I’m here a lot. Sorry let me start over. How do you do? I’m Samantha.”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Micky, smiled back, “I, as you can see by this helpful badge on my tit, am Micky. So you come here often?”

“Oh, now you’re really trying to tempt me? So Micky, did your parents really name you after a mouse or is it short for something?”

“Ouch! What did I do to deserve that?” Micky decided she liked Samantha, she had a warm smile. “Mikaela, but only my Dad calls me that.”

“Okay, well, Mikaela, no thank you on the chocolate. Umm, I know it’s rude, I hate it when it happens to me. You’re just trying to do your job… But thing is… I’ve been here ages waiting for my customer. I’ve been watching you while I nursed a coffee. I think you’re gorgeous. Would you let me take you to dinner some time?”

Micky’s jaw dropped. Literally she just stared back, mouth open.

“You think I’m gorgeous! Really? In this uniform?”

“Well, I could think of nicer uniforms… But I’m not looking at the clothes. Umm, you’ve a very pretty face. I was just kinda wondering if you’d be interested in a.. in a date?”

“Ah I,” Micky was lost for words. She’d been thinking Samantha was beautiful. Now this beauty was hitting on her. Dressed in this shite uniform, with hardly any make up, her hair was a mess.

“When?” Was the best Micky think to say.

“But you will?” Samantha’s face lit up. “Look here’s my card, call me when you get off work. I know you’ll be looking to go to sleep but we can set something up then? How much for the stuff?”

“Two pounds, please. I don’t finish until seven in the morning.”

“That’s cool. I’ve got to go. William will be freezing his tits off in the van. Call me in the morning please?” Samantha turned and marched out of the store with a grin on her face.

Micky looked down to see she had left a five pound note along with the card. She put the fiver in the till and the change in the charity pot. She picked up the card. It was black with Samantha written in gold ink and a cursive font. Underneath was a phone number.

When Micky got home she looked at the card again. She’d never dated a woman. Not because she wasn’t interested, Micky had known she was bisexual since puberty. It had just never happened. Any time she’d met a woman she may have been interested in, she was with a man. Micky was very much a one at a time girl, so… She was excited, Samantha seemed so out of her league though. She sat down on her sofa and dialled the number.

“This is Samantha,” said Samantha in a very husky voice when she picked up.

“Oh! Umm, it’s Micky,” Micky was discombobulated by the sultry voice Samantha had put on. “You wanted to fix up that date?”

Samantha’s voice rose several octaves, “Micky you called! Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how nervous I was last night. I really don’t do that sorta a thing you know. But since I left the shop I only seem to meet clients. I knew I had to do something. Then I saw you last night and I was just… Christ! Listen to me gibbering like a school girl. When do you next have an evening free?”

“I’m off for the next three days, then I have two early’s in a row, then three nights.”

“Oh wow! So we could meet later today?”

“I’ve some errands to run, after I’ve slept, but in theory, yes.”

“So where are you based?”

“I’m in Taunton.”

“Great, how about I meet you in The Ring Of Bells around seven this evening?”

“That’ll work. Are we eating there?”

“Actually no, but I thought it a bit forward to ask your home address at this stage. I’m just a random face you met at work.”

“Okay.. yeah.. umm so see you later today then?”

“Looking forward to it. Mikaela I have to go now, I’ve three in the stables that’ll need attention.”

“That’s alright, I need to sleep. See you later.”

“Bye.”

Three in the stables? She has horses? That hair cut. The quality leather coat. The swanky boots. Why was Samantha bothering with me, was all Micky could think.

The rest of the day, once she had slept, was spent getting ready. In truth she'd had no errands to run, she'd just been stalling so Samantha did not pick too early a time. After showering she had popped down the hairdressers. Nothing fancy, but a trim to get rid of the split ends.

After that a hunt for a dress. That had been both fun and a 'mare. It had been ages since she had indulged herself to a new dress, but she had very little time as after the haircut. Add to that she did not know where Samantha was taking her. If she had been staying at the pub selecting an outfit would have been easier.

Luckily the right dress found her. Micky had been thinking little black dress with a twist. Then, in a small boutique, Micky had found the perfect thing. A backless mini dress in black leather. It had a halter neck and fitted perfectly. Best of all the cut seemed to flatter her petite frame and make the most of her slim figure and modest bust. Her b cup tits did not really need a bra, so backless worked. Plus one thing she did know about Samantha was she liked leather. That coat and the skirt underneath were her only clues though.

Back at the flat she had done her make-up twice before she was happy. It was the first date so in theory underwear ought not be too important a choice. But you never knew... In the end a black lacy thong with matching suspender belt, holding up black sheer stockings.

At least which shoes to pick had been easy. With that dress it had to be her patent black stilettos. They only had a three inch heel, unlike the the kinky boots Samantha had been rocking Yesterday. But Micky found that tall enough, though she was grateful for those extra three inches to add to her five foot two. Samantha had looked like she was five foot ten without the boots.

Micky got hit on twice as she sat at the bar nursing a vodka and coke. Which at least proved the outfit was working. "Waiting for my girlfriend" had worked, though the second guy had needed further clarification when he had suggested his mate may like to meet her girlfriend.

When Samantha arrived she was a vision. She too had selected black leather, though this time in the form of some beautifully tailored trousers, she had matched those with a lovely brown silk blouse. Though both trousers and blouse were only visible through the open leather trench coat at first. Micky was pleased to see Samantha had selected flats instead of heels for tonight, so she would not get a crick in her neck looking up at her.

"I'm driving so cannot drink too much," Samantha had announced after the customary air kissing. "I could grab one here but if we move straight on to where we are eating…"

"Great idea," replied Micky picking up her coat from the stool she had been saving for Samantha.

Samantha had led Micky out to her car; an Aston Martin DB7

"Oh my God you drive an Aston!" Micky was really intimidated now.

"It's not as flash as it looks," said Samantha depreciatingly. "It's only a seven and I picked it up cheap, second hand, as I know a dealer. He'd bought it as a trade in but it needed more work than he was prepared to do. I also know a garage owner... So I treated myself. So now you know I'm a bit of a petrol head.”

"It still must have cost..”

"I'm doing alright, hop in, we can talk as I drive.”

Once in the car Micky was even more impressed. All leather and wood she'd only ever been in cars full of plastic.

"Samantha what do you do, to afford such a lovely car?" Samantha looked aghast at the question.

"You didn't ask about me at work?”

"No I didn't, is something wrong?”

"No, not really. Umm, let's get on our way, I'll explain as I drive." Samantha manoeuvred the car out of the car park and onto the road.

"When I was a kid I was really good at art. Drawing especially. So after school, and some rubbish grades in nearly everything, else I landed a place at art college. I did pretty well, funding my way through working at a hairdressers. I was pretty good at that, but while at college I discovered tattoos. I was hooked. I knew what I wanted to be. After college I got an apprenticeship at a good tattoo parlour. Did really well. I became quite well known and sought after. Eventually opened up my own place.

Anyway, umm Jesus this is always nerve racking, one of the things I like about tattoos is they hurt. Not me, the client. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some sick freak who delights in hurting someone who wants a tattoo. I have quite a good technique. I've been complimented on how gentle I am. But I did sorta groove on it a bit when the client was suffering... Anyway, moving on, to add to the shop I brought in a piercer to broaden the range of services offered. He trained me up so I could do that too. Being able to offer a male and female piercer is important to some customers. Especially when you're perforating their junk.”

"So you own a tattoo parlour? That bought this car?" Asked Micky.

"I do still own the shop, but no, it didn't buy the car. I stumbled upon a different trade that's a wee bit more lucrative.”

"Go on," encouraged Micky.

"So one day I get this phone call from this woman. Wants to know if I'll pierce someone as part of a BDSM scene. You know what that is right? Leather and whips, bondage stuff.”

"I know what you're talking about, carry on.”

"So I explain about permissions and the requirements by law. She explains it is all consenting and that won't be an issue. So it turns out she is a professional dominatrix. I meet up with her and her customer. Turns out he wants a P.A for a chastity device, but wants his Mistress to do it to him while she has him in bondage. She's too professional to agree to that but contacts me to see if I'll partake in the scene. Well, long story short; I said yes. They both seemed nice people. Paperwork got signed. I was happy. Trish, the domme, gives me a rubber catsuit to wear. I sit in the corner with my equipment while she caused the muppet all sorts of agony. He's screaming as she's beating him with crops and whips, calling him all sorts of dirty degrading names. Eventually she reduces him to a sobbing mess, puts him on a padded bench and I'm brought over to do my bit. Later on, after, he's so made up. Almost bouncing. Biggest grin you ever saw. Once he's left Trish drops this pile of notes on me. The whole fee for the 'session' as she now has a client for life. I was stunned at how much that man had payed to be treated so badly. So, Trish became a good friend, and I gained a lucrative side earner to the shop.”

"That's incredible. Do you do that a lot?”

“Pierce customers? Hmm, well after I’ve known Trish a while she asks me if I’d help out with another client. Not a piercing, as a domme. This customer wants two dominatrix’s and all Trish’s pro contacts are busy. She figures I’ve seen enough first hand now I could cope with helping her. I’m really not sure. Feels like I’m sliding into prostitution. So Trish explains there is no sex. That I’ve handled more dicks piercing than she has ever. We both stay fully dressed and make the customer serve us any way we want.”

“So obviously you did it..” Interjected Micky.

“I did, and enjoyed it too. Turns out it’s something else I’m pretty good at. So after, I say to Trish I’m willing to help out any time. I do a few more with her. Then one day Trish is going away and asks me if I’ll service a customer while she’s gone. Heart in mouth I agree. From there things snowball. Tish’s books are full so she passes new enquiries on to me. I get so much business I hire full time cover for me at the shop. That was four years ago. A year ago I’d made enough I moved out of London and bought a big house out here. No neighbours, out buildings and a paddock. Reduced my client list to a select few. They have to park up and book in at the motel at the service station. I collect them and return them without seeing where they’re going. Minimum stay with me is twenty-four hours.”

“Wow, can I ask how much you charge?” The figure Samantha named made Micky whistle.

“Bloody hell! Who can afford that?”

“More than you’d think.”

“So the whips and chains… Is that you in the bedroom too?”

“Oh wow, that’s a loaded question. Still a fair one since I asked you out. Let me put it this way. I asked you out as you are beautiful and I would like to get to know you. Since moving out here I’ve been lonely. I have never actually taken anyone to my bedroom and done the things I do professionally. I can see the appeal though. But I don’t have nefarious designs on you Mikaela. I just want to see if there is a spark between us. I’m bricking this. To quote a film, ‘I’m just a girl…’”

“I had to ask…”

“It’s cool.”

“So where are you taking me?” Asked Micky, keen to lighten the mood.

“Ahh, I’ve found this gastro pub near Hambridge.”

The rest of the journey the conversation was impersonal small talk. The pub was small and  intimate. Once seated Micky was lost as what to choose from the menu. The prices too were out of her league.

“Umm Samantha, I usually insist on going dutch..”

“But these prices scare you?”

“You know what I do to earn a crust, I couldn’t afford a starter here.”

“Don’t panic, my treat.”

“Thank you… Um, I don’t know what to pick either. I’ve never had half the things listed here.”

“So where do you normally dine out?”

“Chain restaurants mostly. I like Italian, and a hot curry is nice too.”

“So anything you want to avoid. Are you vegetarian?”

“No, I eat most stuff, though nothing weird like snails in porridge.”

“That’s a different pub and a different chef. The duck here is nice.”

“How about you order for both of us? I’m sure I can trust you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, surprise me.”

When the waiter arrived Samantha ordered her food and chose a wine the waiter seemed to approve of. When he turned to Micky Samantha piped up.

"The lady has asked me to surprise her," holding the menu so Micky could not see she pointed, "so she'll have this to start and this for the main.” The waiter raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“A nice surprise I hope?” Asked Micky.

“My dear after you slipped into that dress I was only ever going to be nice to you.”

“You like?”

“I love.”

“I’ll be honest, if I’d known what you did for a living I perhaps would have not chosen to dress like one of your clients.”

“My dear you look nothing like my clients. Nor could you ever.”

“I still can’t get over you thinking I’m pretty, especially as you’re so beautiful yourself.”

"My dear I like to think I have quite a good eye for beautiful things. They thought so at college, I can put a B.A. (Hons.) after my name if I choose to. So if I tell you you’re are beautiful, it's official. As to my clients. Even if I were not a committed lesbian, and as straight as a Roman road, I think I'd struggle to describe any of them as beautiful. I'm quite certain the paces I put them through is the only exercise they get, bar shovelling food in their mouths. Most of them are pallid and obese. I have actually bought a defibrillator and been on a course on how to use it. No amount of leather or latex would ever turn any of them into an Adonis.”

"I'll defer to your better judgment then, and thank you, Samantha." Changing the subject Micky asked, "So how many tattoo's do you have then?”

"Actually not that many. I wasn't prepared to practice on myself, or let others. I have a sleeve on my left arm, and some designs down my spine. Nothing I can show you now, but I'll be happy to later.”

"How about piercings?”

In response Samantha stuck out her tongue to show off the head of stud.

"Also my nips as well as some vaginal decorations. Again, something I'd be happy to show you later.”

"An offer I'm beginning to think I may take you up on. Was it very painful having your nipples pierced?”

"For me yes. I've done others though who seemed to shrug it off. It's hard to tell in advance. But I can report it was definitely worth it, aesthetically and sensually.”

“I’m not sure if I could muster the courage.”

“I totally get that. I’ve never been so frightened as I was my first time.”

Just then the food arrived, and the conversation turned to things gastronomic. The starter was rabbit and amazing, the main when it arrived was veal. Initially upset Micky had calmed when Samantha had explained the calf had never seen the inside of a crate and had lived a free range life.

The date went well, they shared and opened up and Micky decided that she really liked Samantha. All too soon a great evening was coming to an end and Micky realised she was warring with herself as what to do next.

If Samantha invited her back she was really tempted to say yes. But what would the woman think if she jumped into bed on the first date? Micky was thinking she wanted more than a quick shag. Did she have the resolve to make Samantha wait? In the end it turned out she did not.

“So would you like to come back to mine for coffee?” Asked Samantha. Micky held Samantha in a long stare. Eventually breaking the silence with a question of her own.

“I know this’ll sound blunt. I’ve really enjoyed this evening. Samantha are you looking for a relationship or a quick role in the hay?”

“I’m hoping that tonight is the start of something important, something magical. I don’t want this to be a one night stand, Micky. I know there are supposed to be rules about this sort of thing… It’s just this night has gone so well… I’m not trying to rush you… If you just want to go home that is cool with me… So long… So long as you want another date that is?”

“Tell you what, let’s go back to yours. You can really make me a coffee. We’ll take things from there.”

Samantha’s grin at that was infectious and the two women departed the restaurant more like giggling girls.
The drive to Samantha’s place was very brief. Even in the gloom of night Micky was aware the place was huge. They’d gone through an automatic gate set in a high brick wall after traveling down a narrow country lane. On the other side of the gate it still took about a half mile of drive to reach the house.

“You live in a mansion?” Asked Micky as she climbed out of the car and looked up at the facade.

“Kind of, yes.”

“How only, ‘kind of’?”

“It’s fake. A new build. The grounds used to have a real mansion on them. It burnt down. Apparently English heritage were super pissed. There was a long delay while it was decided if the burnt out shell should be restored. In the end it was written off.”

Samantha linked arms with Micky and led her up to the front door. She opened the door to reveal a modern open plan hall with a large imposing staircase in steel and glass.

“A Russian oligarch built this on the site. He was not restricted on what to build as it was no longer listed. He faked the outside to look like the old place, though he didn’t have too. So it has a modern interior. However he didn’t quite stick to the planning consent granted by the council. There was a real chance it was going to be demolished. Then the ruskie had financial issues back in the Motherland.”

Samantha turned and placed a deep kiss on Micky’s lips. Micky was surprised at first but quickly warmed to the idea and the passion. She kissed back as she felt Samantha’s hands on her back. Just as abruptly Samantha broke off the kiss.

“Come with me,” said Samantha taking Micky’s hand almost pulling her up the stairs.

“So I had a client on the council that clued me into the Russian’s money woes,” continued Samantha. “With the planning decision hanging over it I picked the place up for an absolute steal. My same client made the planning woes go away once it was mine.”

Samantha pulled the giggling Micky along the landing and into a room off to one side. It was a bedroom. The bed was a kingsize four poster dressed with black satin drapes and sheets. Both girls jumped aboard and started to strip, while kissing at the same time. In a flurry of groping and kissing both women were soon naked and wrapped in each others arms.

Coming up for air Micky teased Samantha, “So you gonna tie me up?”

“Why bother? It’s not like you’re trying to get away?”

“Perhaps I should tie you up?”

“Suggest that again, and I’ll spank you raw,” quipped Samantha.

“Ahh there she is; the dominatrix inside.” Affecting a school girl whine, “Please Miss don’t spank me, I’ll be good.”

“If you’re going to be good kiss me there,” said Samantha pointing at her shoulder. Micky dutifully placed a kiss on the indicated spot.

“Now here,” Samantha pointed to her chest just above her left breast.

“Now here,” indicating just above her navel.

“Now girl, I want you to kiss me very deeply here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” murmured Micky as delved between her lovers thighs.




Micky woke slowly, with the sun in her eyes, trying to remember where she was. When it came back to her she rolled over with a smile for her new lover. Samantha was not there but a white envelope rested on the pillow.

Inside the envelope was a hand scrawled letter from Samantha.

“My dearest Micky,

Sorry I had to rise without you. Work required my attention. Unfortunately after deserting them, in favour of you, last night, I’m having to lavish some attention on my clients this morning.

Please lie in, and rest. I’ll be done with these idiots by eleven and you’ll have my undivided attention again, for a short while at least.

Huge favour to ask. Please don’t go down stairs until I return. I have client’s in the house. You don’t want to bump into them at the mo (Trust me it’s not a pretty sight) and they’ll freak if they’re seen by anyone other than me.

I’ve put some food on a tray on the table and the bathroom is the left hand door.

Thank you for an amazing night

Love, hugs and kisses.

Sam”

Micky swung out of the bed and stretched. The carpet was soft beneath her feet, It was also devoid  of her dress. She looked around but could see it nowhere. Nor were her handbag or shoes in evidence. She became aware she needed to pee so she headed for the indicated door.

The bathroom was beautiful. Pure luxury, fully tiled, a walk in shower, a bidet next to the loo and a bath you could do lengths in. After using the toilet Micky decided to shower. Fifteen minutes of bliss later and Micky emerged from the room wrapped in soft fluffy white towels.

Walking over to the window she looked out over the grounds. It was mostly lawn with the odd large hedge. Just as she was about to turn away she spotted movement so lingered. What emerged into view dropped her jaw. A single person sulky or trap came out from behind a large bush.

In the back was Samantha. She looked magnificent. Micky was not sure what it was made of but the main part of her outfit was a black glossy catsuit. She also wore a pair of equally shiny thigh high boots in red. There appeared to be a red corset too and well as some sort of elaborate and tall choker.

But it was not Samantha that stunned Micky, but the pony pulling the cart. For the pony was not really a pony. The man, for that’s what it was, was also in fetish gear. Strange boots as shiny as Samantha’s were laced on up to the knee. Only they seemed to have a hoof at the toe end and no support for the heel.

He was essentially naked accept for the myriad of leather straps that crossed his torso. A large wide belt almost a waist cincher was part of this harness, and it was by this he was attached to the two poles of the sulky.

The man’s arms were folded behind him and wrapped in a leather bag. Plus a large bit was gripped between his teeth. The bit was held in place by a harness of leather straps that wrapped the man’s head and included blinkers on either side of the face too.

The man’s privates, clearly on view, were somehow wrapped in metal and gleamed and sparkled when in the sunlight.

“Three in the stables” Micky remembered. The penny dropped. Three human pony’s in the stables. So Samantha made her money letting her kinky customers play horsey.

Looking again at Samantha Micky realised Samantha was looking back at her. Samantha waved, and Micky found herself waving back. Samantha then turned and with a long whip lashed at her ponyboy. It was not clear if she struck him or if he jumped at the sound. But either way the effect was the same. He broke from the slow high stepping gate into an attempt at a run. Micky now understood why Samantha had bought a defibrillator. The man was not fit. It took many cracks of the whip to keep him at that pace.

Eventually Samantha pulled the ponyboy to a halt just under the window. She climbed out of the sulky and walked out of sight into the house. Presently Micky heard her climbing the stairs and then there she was in the room.

“Wow Sam, you look incredible,” gushed Micky.

“You like? You’re not shocked?” Grinned back Samantha.

“Love you dressed that way, it is so hot. What is it? PVC?”

“No love, it’s latex rubber. Come here,” Samantha stepped up to her lover and planted a deep kiss on Micky’s mouth. “Thank you for last night. You were incredible.”

“You weren’t too shabby yourself… Mistress?”

“Really? You want to go there now?”

“Well, you’re dressed for the part this time.”

“Yeah, but it’s work really.”

“You don’t think you look sexy dressed that way?”

“Oh I see it. Just after a few years of dressing this way to manipulate fat fifty year old businessmen, these clothes have almost become overalls.” Samantha crossed to the window and peered down at the ponyboy still regaining his breath where she had left him.

“That’s sad. Do you still enjoy the work?”

“Some aspects, yes, but not like I used to… Micky, love, what are your plans Today?”

“I’m not working. In fact I’ve three days off, I think I said. I’ll go, if you’re busy. But I’d love to stay.”

“Trouble is I have to work until midday at least. I was not expecting you to wake so soon.”

“Yeah but I slept Yesterday daytime. I think the only reason I slept as long as I did was you wore me out.”

“Well, you are of course welcome to stay. But I’ve a rather shy sissy maid doing the house work on the ground floor. Later he and another in the stables are going to need to be taken out for a trot.”

“Is there a TV or some internet up here? Oh and yeah, Miss Kidnap, where are my clothes?”

“Oh shit! Sorry Micky I picked them up and put them in my room.”

“This isn’t your room?”

“It’s not my… Christ how do you say this without sounding pretentious? This isn’t the room I use regularly no. I’s one of five guest rooms. I dragged you in here last night as it was the closest, no other reason. But sorry, the computers are downstairs.”

“Well, then can I help?” Samantha looked surprised at this offer.

“Help how, Micky?”

“Like you did for whats her name? Umm, Trish?”

“Oh, I see. Um I’d sat in on quite a few sessions as a piercer before I was useful to Trish… However now you mention it… Would you be cool with dressing the part?”

“Like you? I’m positively gagging to.”

“Not quite like me, as I’d need you to pretend to be my submissive. Plus, funny that you mention it, but it would be easier if you were indeed gagged; less chance of you saying the wrong thing and putting your foot in it?”

“Me, as your submissive? Fuck it why not? You only live once and I’m curious as to what you’ve got planned. A gag's okay, what else?”

“Could you cope with a collar and leash?”

“I suppose I’m only concerned if you’re planning on whipping me or something?”

“Christ no! I’m thinking if I can present you as my mute, ‘coz you’re gagged, slave girl I’ve got an extra pair of hands. I’ll give you a crash course on how to drive a sulky with William out there. Then I’ll tack up the other two at the same time and we can take them out together.”

“Leaving us more time to play after? I’m in.”

“Okay, well they’re customers, not real slaves, so I’ll just go and check they’re on board. Fairly sure I can sell it to them as a treat. Back in a mo.”

In short order Samantha was back with a huge grin on her face.

"I'm charging them both an extra twenty per cent for the day for your services. I'll see to it you get that in cash later."

"Wow! So what do I do now?"

"Follow me gorgeous, and I'll show you your sex slave uniform."

Samantha led Micky to her actual bedroom. The first thing Micky spied was her dress, bag and heels piled on Samantha's bed along with the clothes Samantha had been wearing Yesterday.

Samantha opened a closet door and started pulling out glossy black rubber items.

"As you're supposed to be a slave I'm gonna need you to show a lot of flesh. Are you okay with that?"

"Sam, for you I'd go stark naked."

"Thank you, but it's not just me. There's the customers too."

"So, they can look, but they're not touching."

"It's tempting to take you at your word. But Barry has a huge latex fetish. He'd be happy if I introduced my gimp girl." Samantha seemed to ponder for a moment. "I have it! You okay wearing a hood?"

"I don't know, I never have."

"Well lose the towel and we will start your transformation.


Micky stared at herself in the mirror a short while later. She simply did not recognise her reflection. She was a vision of bare flesh and black glossy latex.

Around her waist Samantha had placed a constricting black rubber under bust corset. Her waist measurement must be at least ten centimetres smaller. Suspenders from the corset were holding up black latex stockings.

On her feet were patent ankle boots with a ten centimetre stiletto heel. A strap around the ankle secured each boot to her foot and was held in place with a small brass padlock.

Her arms were sheathed in black rubber too. Opera gloves in latex, polished to a liquid shine, covered her arms from finger tip to just below her shoulder. Around each wrist a black leather cuff had been secured with padlocks to match those on her ankles.

Her head, laced tight into a crushing rubber hood, was now a ball of black shiny latex. Her eyes were framed by large elliptical openings. Her breath hissed through tubes inserted in each nostril. Her mouth was stretched around a large red ball gag. A little drool was already starting to leak and dribble its way down her latex chin.

Around her throat, over the neck of the hood, Samantha had fastened a tall leather posture collar. Samantha had buckled it tighter than Micky was totally comfortable with. But, with the gag in place, the click of the lock securing the collar came before she could make her objections clear.

That click had a profound effect on Micky. The sound of it had rocked her. She was going to have to have a very long and deep talk with Samantha when the gag was removed. She felt changed, as if she was no longer herself. But at the same time she felt more alive in some way. The collar was somehow important.

"Hello? Earth to slave girl. This is your Mistress calling. Girl if you don't come back to Earth I am going to break a promise and use a crop on your backside."

Micky turned to Samantha. How did a slave say sorry when it was gagged she wondered.

"So you are in there," joshed Samantha. "Well that was a pretty profound reaction to being collared... I've seen it a few times. I'm guessing you'd like to tell me all about it?"

Micky nodded vigorously. Delighted that Samantha seemed to understand.

"Well it's going to have to wait as there are customers waiting. However some checks first. Are you okay?"

Micky nodded.

"Is the collar making you feel especially slave like?"

Micky nodded again.

"Is anything too tight? Any pins and needles from restricted blood flow?"

Micky shook her head. She may not be happy with how tight the collar was. But she could not claim it was causing issues.

"Okay, given how locking the collar made you jump, and the glassy look in your eyes... I'm going to offer you something Mikaela. This is important. Keep your feet on the ground. Think before nodding, plus I want you to understand you can say no. You don't have to say yes... So, since you're grooving on this whole set up, would you like to go a little deeper? Would you like to be treated like a slave, rather than pretend to be one? It'd mean there may be pain."

Micky thought. Was there any reason to say no? She wanted this. This felt so fucking right. Micky nodded her head."

"Okay then," smiled back Samantha. "A quick test of resolve then." Samantha turned to a draw and came back with two flat silver devices attached to each other by a light chain.

"These are nipple clamps. They are quite painful to wear, and really sting when they are removed. You, if you remain my slave, will be wearing them until the pony training is over. However, if you shake your head before I attach your leash and lead you downstairs, I'll take them off and we can go back to pretending. Do you understand slave?"

Micky nodded, her heart, as well as the gag, in her mouth. Samantha reached forward and pinched her right nipple. She gave it a squeeze while holding Micky's gaze. Micky groaned into the gag. She now knew why pain was sometimes described as exquisite. The pain... the pain was delicious!

Micky closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, the air whistling through her nose tubes, as Samantha pulled on the nipple and placed the clamp at its base. Her nipple stung and kept throbbing. Was she insane that she wanted this? Before she fully came to terms with the first burning nipple Samantha repeated the process on the other.

"Now, you are no use to me floating on a cloud of endorphins, Mikaela, are you in for callers?"

Micky opened her eyes and nodded at her new Mistress. She had thought last night was special. This was incredible. The clothes, the collar and now these sensations. It was amazing. Now it made sense why these rich men were paying to be treated as slaves. Yet Samantha seemed happy to indulge her free of charge.

"Okay Mikaela, from now on until you leave here you can consider yourself my slave. Understand I am very strict and demanding owner. I get paid a fortune for my services and I'll expect you to meet my high standards. Failure through laziness or lack of application will be punished.

"You may of heard of 'safe words' being used in BDSM play. You are not getting one. This is the price you pay for my services free of monetary settlement. I fancy you. Care for you. I could fall for you. But you can never top me. A safe word would give you a power over me I am not willing to surrender. So you must trust me if you want to wear my collar. Indulging my paying customers their fantasies with a safety net of a safe word is nothing but work. If you, my lover, are to be my slave it must be real. No veto, no control, just submission."

Samantha turned and walked back to the wardrobe. Micky admired her latex clad lover's figure as she returned holding a leather leash. Samantha held the trigger clip of the leash up in front of Micky.

"Last chance to shake your head Mikaela, or become a slave..."

Micky lifted her chin, inviting her Mistress to attach the leash.

Samantha arched a single eyebrow before deftly snapping the leash in place.

"I truly hope you are happy in a collar my dear. Now I've caught you I intend to keep you this way.”