Samantha parked the van at the back of the car park, away from the security cameras and walked to the service station through the freezing air of the winter night.

She was pissed to be picking up a client when she had two already in the stables. It did not help matters much that this sad pervert was one of her better clients. He was still overweight, unfit and sammy as fuck.

Scanning the eating area she did not spot him. Great! Deliberately late, doubtless to earn himself a flogging. She was happy to flog the flaccid tub of lard, she didn’t need him topping from the bottom like this. She made a note to herself to find something he truly disliked to reward him with.

Buying a coffee she sat to people-watch until William Smyth, the fourth of that name, and owner of a number of race tracks and bookmakers, as well as a huge fetish for being kept as a ponyboy, deigned to appear.

Sipping the beverage she tried to guess who the people drifting through the concourse were and what they were about. Until, that is, she spotted the clerk in the newsagents. She was gorgeous. Sure the standard work outfit did nothing to enhance her beauty but the girl was just stunning. Petite but not boyish, her figure curved in all the right places, and a face that could surely launch more ships than that ugly bint from Troy.

The girl was kneeling on the floor while dressing one of the displays, the tip of her tongue caressed her top lip as she concentrated on the task at hand.

Suddenly aware she was staring Samantha turned away, then flustered moved seats so she could not see the girl.

Samantha silently cursed herself for behaving like a teenager. A pretty girl and suddenly she was discombobulated. She was supposed to be one of the best dominatrices in the country. Yet now she was scared the girl would see her gawping.

The sad truth though was her love life was a mess. Samantha had not been in a relationship since she had moved out of the tattoo business. That had been great for meeting folk, and while there had been a fair number of idiots, quite often there was a pretty lass under her needle. Now all she met were rich, old, fat men who were often as ugly on the inside as the outside.

So the move to the countryside had been about improving her quality of life. Why not add a girlfriend? But would she be okay with Samantha’s profession? There was only one way to find out.

“Superior Mistress I apologise most profusely for arriving late.” William’s apology snapped Samantha back to the here and now.

“Sit worm,” she sneered reflexively, “stop looming over me with that drink. You spill any on this coat and I’ll castrate you by pulling them off with weights.”

William gulped and gingerly sat opposite Samantha.

“I apologise..”

“Shut up maggot, did I ask you to speak? What has gotten into you? You are better trained than this. Do you have a good excuse? Yes or no; speak.”

“No, Mistress.”

“I see. Are you looking to be punished?”

“Mistress, I must confess I yearn to feel your lash. I may have miscal..”

“Stop talking. No one tops me from the bottom, boy. If I deem it necessary, I’ll flog you. I will not put up with these childish mind games. So far you have left my estates as free of bondage as you are now. Your punishment for this farce; you will return home after this session still locked in your chastity cage. You fuck with my time then I’ll fuck with yours. This is non-negotiable. If you are not prepared to accept this punishment do not go out to the van. If you don’t go out to the van you are no longer on my books. Decide now.”

“M-Mistress I’ll obey your commands. Please don’t cast me out.”

“Get out there now then. I’ll be out when I’ve finished this coffee. Now fuck off out of my sight. You disgust me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” blurted William. He quickly stood and almost ran for the exit to the car park.

Samantha smirked at the retreating man. With no sexual release this session, and being sent home chaste, he’d be back super quick in the hope of some mercy. How long before she let him cum? Let's see how he performs over the next few days.

Now the pretty girl in the shop…

Samantha picked up a Pepsi Max and a newspaper and made her way to the till. Samantha was surprised at how nervous she felt. Silently she admonished herself, ‘You’ve nothing to lose here.’ But a little voice inside answered, ‘But she’s gorgeous!’

The name badge revealed the girl was called Micky. Really? She didn’t look like a Micky.

“Can I tempt you with a bar of chocolate? Only a pound.” The girl was bored but the word ‘tempt’ tickled Samantha’s sense of irony.

“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?”

Samantha was delighted at this; such an easy in.

“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? Mikaela, but only my dad calls me that.”

A much better name for such a beauty thought Samantha. Let’s go for broke.

“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 the 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?”

Better and better thought Samantha, the girl was grounded, not vain; not just a pretty face. As to the 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 clearly lost for words, “When?” She suddenly blurted.

“But you will?” Samantha’s heart soared. “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.

She nearly skipped to the van despite the cold and the heels on her boots. Her good mood was doused when she reached the vehicle though.

Opening the sliding door wide, to ensure the little fucker was chilled down, she grabbed the pile of clothes next to the cage, after ensuring he had cuffed and gagged himself properly, after stripping and getting in the crate.

He clearly was dismayed at the cold and moaned into his gag.

“The price of being in my black book, maggot. Now shut up or you’ll spend your time with me in the dungeon and a cattle prod, and not in the paddock or your stall.” Slamming the door on her cargo she took the clothes to the cab and extracted his phone and room key from his jacket pocket. She then drove around to the front of the motel part of the complex.

On a whim, she took everything, not just the phone and the keys into his room. Dumping his possessions on the bed she realised she'd have to give him something to wear once she released him. An evil grin spread across her face as she decided just what the little shite could wear as he made his way across the car park back to his normal life.

Pausing only to ensure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ card was hung on the door, Samantha stomped back to the van to take her captive home where she could really make him suffer.




Back home Samantha marched the slave down to the dungeon and not to the stable. He started whimpering into his gag as soon as he realised his destination.

Once locked in a cell she removed his cuffs through the bars before throwing in a chastity cage for him to install. Damned if she was going to give the little toad the pleasure of her handling his junk.

She supervised though, and once on, made a show of putting the key to the cage in a jar. She then wrote on the jar, with a marker, the date and ‘Do not open for ninety days or fourteen as a pony’ for the crestfallen slave to see. Putting the jar on a shelf next to the butt plugs she left the slave in his cell and made her way to bed.

By the time she was in bed, it was four in the morning, but she still set an alarm for quarter to seven so she would not miss Mikaela’s call. She was quickly asleep dreaming of Mikaela looking up from between her thighs.

Samantha woke to her phone ringing. Groping blindly for the device she answered without looking to see who was calling. Though she had the presence of mind to put on her sultry telephone voice in case it was a new client.

“This is Samantha,” she purred in a very husky voice.

“Oh! Umm, it’s Micky,” Micky sounded confused, clearly not prepared for the sultry tone Samantha had put on. “You wanted to fix up that date?”

Samantha dropped the pretence and almost squeaked, “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.”

Awesome thought Samantha, she is close. Frantically she tried to recall a nice place to meet up there.

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

“That’ll work. Are we eating there?”

'Good question,' thought Samantha. That new gastropub would be nicer.

“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.”

Samantha actually hugged herself with glee after hanging up. She then added a reminder, on her phone, to book a table once the restaurant was open.

She was too excited to go back to sleep, so she got up and, after the usual bathroom activities, changed into her working uniform.

Suitably clad in latex, corset and thigh-high boots she made her way down to the dungeon to start the days' activities.

The day actually passed quite quickly. William was now on his best behaviour. Probably hoping she would relent and remove his cock cage before releasing him. However he was single and lived alone, he rarely travelled abroad, and Samantha could not think of a single reason why she should release him early.

Each slave exercised and washed down. She found reasons to deny them dungeon time and put them away in tight bondage and sensory deprivation. The pub had a table free and so she just had to choose what to wear.

She stared in dismay at her wardrobe. Samantha had moved out of the city to improve her quality of life, hyet she seemed to still be in the same old rut. After making hay whilst the sun shone, she was supposed to be reducing her workload out here in the country. Yet all her clothes were leather, latex or PVC. The leather stuff was worn out to collect or drop off clients. There was the odd blouse or top in satin or cotton. But Samantha wanted tonight to be vanilla. To forget the customers, forget kinks and to be 'normal', whatever that was.

Mikaela was short so heels were out. The most vanilla Samantha could manage was a pair of leather slacks and a dark brown silk blouse. Make-up quickly sorted Samantha decided she could at least treat herself to making her way there in the Aston rather than the van.

Arriving at the pub Mikaela was a vision in a black leather dress. Samantha was a little fazed by just how good Mikaela scrubbed up, but used the time spent air kissing to cover her emotions. Keen to move on to the food Samantha talked Mikaela into moving on straight away. Only as she made her way out to the car did she realise that such an early departure could have backfired. The pub was supposed to be the place where Mikaela sized Samantha up and decided if she wanted or even trusted her enough to leave with her. That she had so readily agreed was a good sign then.

Mikaela had gushed over the car, clearly impressed. Inevitably it had prompted questions about how Samantha earned her keep.

Samantha was surprised by the question though, assuming that those in the know at the motorway service station would have clued Mikaela up about the profession of the tall woman always dressed in leather. Clearly, she had not told her workmates where she was tonight.

Covering her dismay at having to 'out' herself Samantha started with the tattoo shop first, so as to soften the whole I'm a professional dominatrix specialising in ponyplay thing.

Instead of the, "You're sick, take me home," at the end of Samantha's explanation Mikaela surprised Samantha with a curious, “So the whips and chains… Is that you in the bedroom too?”

It made Samantha think though, as while she had been hoping for a vanilla night the leather dress Mikaela had squeezed herself into was prompting all sorts of kinky thoughts.

Honesty she decided was the best policy.

“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." Especially with you dressed that way, she silently added. "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.”

The date was a spectacular success. Mikaela was an articulate and charming dinner companion, as well as being very easy on the eye. She seemed as interested in Samantha as Samantha was interested in her and it became rapidly obvious the two were going home together. To Samantha's delight when Samantha invited Mikaela home she put the breaks on long enough to check they were both aiming for the same thing.

Arriving home Mikaela was shocked at the size of Samantha's house. The explanation of how she acquired it was eventually overtaken by the women giving into their mutual lust. Samantha virtually dragging Mikaela into the nearest bedroom.

The girl was a delightfully attentive and considerate lover. Naturally submissive she seemed pleased to follow directions. Fascinated with Samanth's tattoos and piercings she also seemed more at ease giving oral than receiving it. On numerous occasions during their lovemaking, Samantha was tempted to slip into full dominatrix mode. Resisting only because she did not want to spoil the flow of Mikaela's natural attentive style.

They took turns bringing each other to climax a fair number of times before exhaustion overcame them. Mikaela succumbed first leaving Samantha stroking the slumbering girls head as she wondered at the luck of meeting this amazing woman.

She had to make Mikaela a part of her life. Did Mikaela feel the same way? What would she make of Samantha in her Dominatrix outfits? Seeing the girl in that dress though... Samantha fell asleep wondering how she could talk the girl into trying on some latex.



Samantha awoke to the sound of her phone alarm trilling from the pile of scattered clothes on the floor. Gently sliding out from under her lover's arm she climbed out of bed and silenced the annoying gadget. Her bladder then called for attention and so Samantha padded off to the toilet.

Returning to the bedroom Samantha indulged in staring at the slumbering beauty before gathering the mess of clothes on the floor and decamping to her usual bedroom.

There were three slaves downstairs that needed seeing to. A shower and costume change later, a fierce-looking dominatrix tiptoed up to Mikaela's bed to place a note on the pillow adjacent to the sleeping girl.

Downstairs she got to work. She broke William out of sensory deprivation. Leading him up to a stall where she tacked him up for some exercise in the grounds later. He got her largest butt plug tail before she left him to stew in his bonds while she prepped Graham.

Graham was her favourite client. The man was not wealthy and in truth probably could not afford Samantha’s services. He paid half rate and worked as a sissy maid in the house. Graham only got to play pony if he came into some cash or if Samantha treated him. Something she did from time to time because he was actually really good at housework and she felt guilty charging him to clean her home.

So he was dressed up in the most over the top satin french maids outfit and sent to the house with strict instructions not to go upstairs.

Barry was a huge latex fetishist. He had a massive grin on when cracked out of his overnight bondage. After a clean and a feed, he was gimped up once more encased head to toe in heavy rubber with a large latex horses head hood as well as all the tack before being put back in his stall to await his turn.

William was then led out of his stall and tethered to the trap. Making a mental note to get a blanket and perhaps even a fur coat against the cold, Samantha climbed aboard, and with a crack of the whip, had William high stepping around the paddock.

The ponyboy's pallid arse quivered as he wheezed and blew through the bit on the bridle. Samantha had insisted the little maggot work out more but she suspected the sammy fool had ignored this order too. Perhaps she should modify the requirement of removing the chastity cage as passing a fitness test and losing some weight?

Having warmed the boy up in the paddock she guided him out into the grounds and with some well-aimed cracks of the whip got him to a brisk trot.

As she came into sight of the rear of the mansion she spotted Mikaela in the bedroom window. Excited to see her new lover she found herself waving at the girl, a big grin on her face.

It then dawned on her that the girl may be shocked at the sight of her steed. Flogging him to the nearest thing he could manage of a canter she steered the trap towards the house.

With strict orders not to move a muscle, she left the shivering ponyboy and strode briskly up to Mikaela in the guest bedroom.

“Wow Sam, you look incredible,” enthused a visibly delighted Micky.

“You like? You’re not shocked?” Grinned back Samantha quietly relived the girl was accepting.

“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 new 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?” The honorific made Samantha’s heart leap. Could her fantasies of last night be coming true?

“Really? You want to go there now?” Don’t push her into this, she thought, this has to be her choice to work.

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

“Yeah, but it’s work really.” Play it cool Sam, she said to herself, don’t appear keen.

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

“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. He still was panting hard, his steamy breath jetting out in rapid short staccato puffs of steam around the bit in his mouth.

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

“Some aspects, yes, but not like I used to…,” okay let’s see if we can bait the hook, “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.”

A good nibble but not time to strike the line yet thought Sam before saying, “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 housework on the ground floor. Later he and another in the stables are going to need to be taken out for a trot.”

So there it is, thought Samantha, staying would be dull unless….

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

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Miss KIDNAP? Calm her down she needs to trust. “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. It’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, delighted, tried to look surprised at this offer.

YES! Touchdown, the crowd goes wild! Keeping her face devoid of her true emotions she asked innocently, “Help how, Micky?”

“Like you did for what's her name? Umm, Trish?”

Now, careful with this. Make her being a submissive seem the only obvious way, “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 too.”

“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?”

Please say yes, please say yes! You don’t have to be a full-time sub, or do it again even. I just wanna see what you look like, coz I gotta hunch you’re going to look amazing.

“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?”

Oh! My! God! She said yes to a gag! Keep it cool Sam, make a collar sound like it is no big deal…

“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.”



Sam was shortly making her way back up the stairs to Mikaela with a grin on her face. William had been told if he ever wanted the cage off his cock he would agree to work with Mistress’s new slave girl. Graham had leapt at the chance of some pony play, so long as all concerned were hooded. Barry had agreed in a flash so long as the slave girl wore latex too.

Samantha kept those details to herself though simply informing Mikaela, ”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?” Soon… exactly as you are told girl, thought the dominatrix.

"Follow me gorgeous, and I'll show you your sex slave uniform,” were the words that actually escaped her lips.

Samantha led Micky to her actual bedroom. Micky quickly spied her dress, bag and heels piled on Samantha's bed along with the clothes Samantha had been wearing Yesterday. She seemed to calm down at the sight of them.

Samantha opened a closet door and started pulling out glossy black rubber items. Stockings, gloves and a corset ought to do, she thought.

"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?” Coz you always were and I’ve only asked for the optics.

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

“Well, lose the towel and we will start your transformation.” We’ll start with the hood and gag to keep the objections to a minimum.

Despite her semi nefarious, and certainly narcissistic, motives Samantha was surprised at how erotic and arousing the process of dressing the novice was. The fire in her loins that ignited as she hauled on the laces on the corset. The lust that blossomed as she enveloped the girls' face and head in latex. The arousal as Samantha polished Mikeala’s limbs before locking on the cuffs and shoes.

Some of those feelings were assuredly due to the new girls own arousal at being dressed in such an outfit. The surprise was clearly down to the simple fact that Samantha had thought herself immune after years of dressing slaves. But this was a slave girl. Plus if she played her cards right, perhaps, her slave girl. The difference was significant, and for the first time ever, Samantha was pleased her knickers were made of latex too.

It was now time to collar the girl. Samantha suddenly realised her mouth was dry. Her hands were trembling slightly. Mikaela was already a vision of lust in the rubber Samantha had dressed her in. Now she was going to collar the girl.

Clamping down on her feelings, lest they betray her excitement, she wrapped the stiff leather posture collar around the girls' throat. Such a slender neck after all those thick chinless bulldogs of men.

She buckled it tight. A slaves collar should always be as tight as possible. Obviously, you didn’t want to throttle the girl, but she needed to know it was there. All of the time. As Sam squeezed a padlock shut through the lockable buckle the girl jumped and shivered at the sound of the click of the lock.

Fire erupted in Samanthas loins, as a cloud of butterflies took wing in her stomach. Mikaela had reacted perfectly to the sound of her enslavement. She was a natural. Micky had just discovered who and what she really was. Or at least she had caught a glimpse of her true self. But better sill, Samantha had seen too. She knew, perhaps better than Micky, that the girl was born to wear a collar.

Trying to quell her own delight she sent the girl to a mirror to look upon her transformation.

The freshly-minted slave stood transfixed, stroking the latex, trying to come to terms with her new self.

“Are you okay, Mikaela?” The girl did not respond, clearly lost in her new persona.

"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. Her body language broadcasting contrite...

"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. Clearly happy that Samantha seemed to understand.

“Sorry girl, 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?"

The new submissive shook her head.

So, now it was time to close the trap. Be cautious, give her a way out. It’s clear that right now she’s gagging to try more…

"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."

The girl barely hesitated. Micky nodded her head.

"Okay then," smiled back Samantha. "A quick test of resolve then." Samantha turned to a draw and retrieved two clover nipple clamps 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. Samantha reached forward and pinched her right nipple. Impulsively she gave it an extra hard squeeze while holding Micky's gaze. Micky groaned into the gag, clearly enraptured.

Better and better! Clearly a masochist too!

Micky closed her eyes breathing deeply, the air whistling audibly through her nose tubes. Samantha pulled on the nipple and placed the clamp at its base. The girl was lost once more in the rush from the pain, so Samantha wasted no time putting the second clamp in place.

"Now, you are of 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.

Time to start setting rules.

"Okay, Mikaela, from now on until you leave here you can consider yourself my slave. Understand I am a 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.”

Let's ensure she does not get cold feet.

"You may have 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 safeword 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 to fetch a leash for her new slave's collar. 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.

Oh, fuck! I’ve got to find some way to keep you this way girl. This is just too perfect!

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