Samantha sat down in the over stuffed leather chair and let out a huge sigh. Flexing her shoulders she tried to relax and shrug off some of the tension of the past two days.

She couldn’t complain though. They had definitely been amazing days. She picked up her handbag from the coffee table in front of her and, after a brief rummage, extracted her phone.

“Face time, Trish,” she instructed the phone before holding it up in front of her, waiting for her friend to pick up.

“Sam, darling, so how’s the Lady of the Manor? Still enjoying playing horsy out in the sticks?” Trisha’s smiling face filled the screen.

“Hi, Trish, both the Lady and business are fine. That’s not why I called though. I have big news…”

“Well, go on then; spill. You don’t get to build it up and then leave me hanging.”

“I’ve met someone.”

“Okay… umm, what sort of someone?”

“A beautiful, sexy, submissive kind of someone.”

“Oh, Sam, that’s fantastic news. So come on then, details. You know you can’t stop there.”

“Met her at the service station on the M5. She works there. Plucked up the courage to ask her on a date, obvs she said yes.”

“Go on.”

“So took her to that gastropub I took you to last time you came down. The date went amazing, I mean we didn’t just have a spark; there was current. Brought her home, had some pretty amazing vanilla sex. Next morning I leave her sleeping, she works nights so I figured she’d want a lie in, to service the clients…”

“Hu ho, I can see where this is going.”

“Yeah, she woke up and spotted me. Amazingly accepting from the get-go. I’d told her how I got started with you during the date. She asked if she could help me out…”

“So you said, ‘Mwa ha ha ha! Only if you are prepared to serve me as a slave, little girl.’ Am I right?” Chuckled Trisha.

“You really can be a bitch sometimes,” laughed Samantha. “But no and yes, sort of.”

“What? Which?”

“As she was a novice I suggested she dress the part of my submissive but promised her she would not be treated as one.”

“Sorry, how does that work?”

“She was all excited about my latex clothes. Wanted to join in. I didn’t want her trying to top my clients, fucking things up. But I was more than curious to see what she looked like in latex, she has a smoking body. So I figured if I presented her as a submissive she’d do little harm. Plus if I gagged her she couldn’t say the wrong thing.”

“She went for this?” Asked Trisha with more than a little incredulity in her voice.

“Bit my arm off at the elbow. But this is where it got… I don’t know how to put this simply. I’ve dressed up countless male slaves. Latex can be a bitch to put on. Corsets can be buggers too. It’s work. But dressing her… It was more than fun, it was hot and erotic.”

“So you started getting ideas?”

“Not until I collared her. I don’t need to tell you about it. You’ve seen it as many, if not more, times than me. The jump when the lock clicks and they realise they’re not in control any more. Then the realisation that they’re happy with that. That they like the idea of being owned.”

“She reacted strongly?”

“I’ll be honest here, we both did. I wanted her as mine, as much as she wanted to be mine. So I offered her the chance not to pretend and she went for that too.”

“What happened then?”

“I took her out to play with a client. Had her in the trap steering him around the garden. Then once she had the hang of it we put him away and got two others out and raced them.”

“So she was useful.”

“Very. Since then I’ve had her in bondage constantly. She’s been the perfect slave. Anything I ask of her she tries her hardest. She’s a stunning pony, gorgeous maid and her tongue is electric…”

“Hold on, how long have you kept her like this?”

“Two days now.”

“And she’s consenting to this. Her job; you’re not keeping her from this?”

“She told me she had three days off at the start.”

“Sam, where is she now?”

“You can’t hear her? Here look,” Samantha turned the phone so the camera pointed and the writhing form of a small woman encased in a vertical vacuum bed. The black latex that enveloped her has been polished to a high gloss and so every feature underneath; erect nipples, the collar at her throat and even the hair from her head was delineated by its embrace. A device similar to a microphone stand held a Hitachi wand to the captives’ crotch.

“Well, she looks to be having a wonderful time in there,” observed Trisha over the phone.

“I know,” enthused Samantha, “she loves sensory dep.”

“Loves?”

“Second night I had her serving me as a fetish maid, come bedtime though I gimped her up in full latex. Ballet boots, armbinder, earbuds with white noise, ball gag and nostril only latex hood. Hogtied her on the bed next to me. Vibes front and rear on mains and on random. The sweaty mess I released in the morning had the biggest grin on her face you have ever seen.”

“I see, so ‘loves’.”

“Yeah, so what’s she’s in now is a treat. Gotta confession though, Trish.”

“Oh? What?”

“I seriously want to keep her.”

“Are we talking, non-con kidnap kind of keep her, Sam?”

“Sort of… Oh, fuck! Trish, I know its wrong, but it would be so easy. She didn’t bring her phone on her date. She was so excited to be going on a date she left it at home charging. She told no one where she was going… Plus I could hide her in plain sight here indefinitely. I keep people my prisoner for a living.”

“You are not serious?”

“Trish, I'm besotted with her. I don’t think she would actually mind either.”

“Not at first no, but later? What happens if she changes her mind? If she falls ill you can’t take her to a doctor. A toothache could land you in jail for false imprisonment. You must see such an idea can only be a fantasy?”

“Of course Trish… It’s just… Oh, fuck!  She’s perfect and I don’t want to lose her.”

“So, with kidnap off the table, what are you going to do?”




Mikaela sat in the passenger seat of the van and wondered what her new Mistress had planned for her. She was hoping it was not the end of the fun and games she had enjoyed so far despite the fact she was supposed to return to work tomorrow. She was hopeful as she was still collared. She was still dressed in latex too.

Mistress had locked a steel chastity belt on her, then had her dress in a pair of latex leggings and a cropped latex tee. Mikaela had been gagged; a large red ball held in place by a harness of straps that enveloped her head. She had been given a pair of ankle boots to put on followed by a three quarter latex mac and a leash had been attached to her collar. The lovely shiny steel collar Mistress had locked in place two days ago.

Mistress had then marched her out to the black transit van and seemed to be driving her home. In fact, she was almost certain of this as they were only one turning away.

Parking on her street Mistress loaded Mikaela’s arms with a stack of flat packed cardboard boxes from the rear of the van. Then, after taking out a small travel suitcase, she led Mikaela on the leash up her own street to her own front door. God knows what her neighbours thought, but Mikaela certainly saw a number of curtains twitching.

Mistress let the pair of them into Mikaela’s ground floor flat with Mikaela’s own keys. Barking out an order for the slave to take the boxes into the living room and to assemble them. Mikaela’s heart soared; Mistress was moving her out! She was taking her home to stay, as her lover, as her slave.

Boxes assembled the joyous slave found her Mistress in her bedroom pulling out her clothes from the wardrobe. Every drawer and cupboard had already been emptied and the pile of clothing on the floor was quite large.

“Put the clothes in the boxes, slave,” ordered Samantha. Gleefully Mikaela obeyed her owner. She was surprised when she found the leather dress she had worn to the date but then realised Mistress must have packed it in the travel case she had brought in. But why bring it here only to take it back again?

Clothes packed, the gag was removed, and the slave was ordered to load them into the van. Mistress followed her out, locking the van up, once the last box was loaded. Once more Mikaela felt her face go crimson as she was walked on a leash in front of friends and neighbours.

Once back in the flat though she was instructed to remove her mac and to hang it and her leash in the hall. Once she had obeyed she followed her mistress back into her bedroom. Mistress opened her wardrobe and ordered her to inspect the contents.

“You will see your work uniforms slave,” she had said. “You are only permitted to wear them going to, while at, and returning from work. There are two catsuits, a maid uniform and the outfit you have on now to wear at all other times. You are forbidden to buy any new clothes. If you leave this flat for any reason, other than to journey to work, you will be dressed in latex.”

Mistress continued, “With regards to the maid uniform. You will put that on before doing any domestic chores in or out of this flat. If you plan to vacuum you will change. If you are taking out the rubbish you will do so dressed in that uniform.”

Mikaela’s spirits plummeted. She wanted to serve her new Mistress, not continue in the rat race a wage slave to a faceless corporation. That she was still in bondage was no mollification.

Mistress was still talking, “You will gag yourself after your last meal of the day until you get up in the morning. No exceptions and that includes today. Now according to your work schedule, your next three day weekend is not for two weeks.
You will be standing dressed exactly as you are now, plus your mac and including the gag, at nine in the morning on the opposite side of this street on the first day of that break. I will collect you to come to serve me in person sometime after. Now fetch me your phone.”

Mikaela obeyed and retrieved the device from the bedside table where it had been charging. Returning to her Mistress she handed it over, wondering if she was going to lose it the same way as her clothes.

“It’s quite an old one slave. Thumbprint to open it?” Micky nodded yes to the question. Samantha held it out to her, “Open it, slave.” Dutifully Micky rested her thumb on the home button until the phone opened. As soon as it did Samantha pulled it away from her and got busy taping and swiping the screen. After a few minutes of this, she started taking pictures of Micky, even grasping her in a hug and taking a joint selfie. This was followed by yet more tapping and swiping, even taking her own phone out at times as if responding to messages sent from Micky’s.

Eventually, she turned to Micky and smiled. “Slave, I’m now following you on friend finder, so make sure keep it with you at all times so that your Mistress knows where you are. I’ve also amended your relationship status and posted a few pictures of you and me on your social media platforms. I know it takes courage to come out so I’ve bitten the bullet for you. No deleting or denying the posts, girl.  I will know as I’m on your friend's list. Deny me and you lose me. Am I clear on those points slave?”

Shocked, Micky could only nod as her phone was handed back to her.

“Now I took your spare key to the flat so I’ll not need to knock in future. Your keys and purse are on your bedside table. Be good and I will see you in two weeks, slave.”

Mistress hugged and kissed her over the gag before abruptly turning and walking out of the front door leaving a stunned Mikaela staring after her.

Mikaela ran to the front room window to watch her mistress strut down the street without a backwards glance. Climb into her van and drive off with nearly every piece of clothing Micky owned.

Abruptly the phone in her hand burst into life first pinging a text message before ringing to announce a call. Mikaela was horrified to see the caller was her parents. Declining the call she opened the phone to see numerous missed calls and waiting text messages. Quickly opening her facebook page she was greeted with her own gagged visage. Her relationship status now said in a relationship with Samantha.

There was even a post. Stunned Micky read it through, “Hello all. Great news! Today I accepted the collar of Mistress Samantha. She has opened my eyes to the delights of a BSDM lifestyle and I am happy to announce to the world I am her latex loving masochistic sex slave! I’m sure this news comes as a surprise, even I would have been laughing at this post a few days back. But it’s true! I’m in love with a wonderful, stunning, magnificent woman and she is as kinky as Hell.”

Scrolling down she found even more pictures. There were those that Mistress had just taken but there were others, that Mistress must have sent from her own phone, that Micky was not aware had been taken. There was one of her, from behind, in the latex French maids uniform vacuuming, another of her from the side between the poles of a trap all tacked up as a ponygirl and one of her completely gimped up, hogtied on white satin sheets a chain snaking away from her collar and two cables snaking away from her crotch.

There was no denying it, Mistress had outed her good and proper.

The posts were gaining likes and comments even as she stared at them. The phone pinged twice more and then started ringing again. With a sigh, Micky unbuckled the gag so she could take the call.


Micky pushed the trolly up to the car and loaded the shopping from the trolly. After returning the trolly to the collection point she gently sat down in the car so as not to disturb the crotch guard of the chastity belt too forcefully. Well, that had certainly been an experience! But then nearly everything, since Mistress returned her to her home just under a week ago, was these days.

Micky was getting used to the leching and leering, the hostile stares from other women. Every so often though there was a smiling face. This time it had been the girl on the checkout. But even so, it was tough being so conspicuous all the time.

Why was Mistress putting her through this? Suddenly the answer came to her. Obvious! How could she have been so blind?

The week had been full of her trying to explain BDSM to her friends and family. They mostly thought she was at best daft or worse mad. Her sister had been very accepting, but her dad was almost furious. Though it had not been clear whether it was the BDSM or his daughter being gay that angered him most. Mum was just confused.

Her best friend Jill had come round that first evening looking really worried. It had taken hours and a bottle of red to convince her that Micky was truly happy and in love. Yet all that time Micky had been quietly gnawing on the thorny issue of why Mistress had returned her home. Now she understood, Micky knew what she had to do.



The rain lashed down as lightning flashed to be followed by thunder so loud a number of car alarms were triggered. Micky hoped Mistress would not leave her here too long, she may be dressed in rubber but enough rainwater was running under the collar of her mac to chill her. Three hours later the rain had stopped and the February sun was heating the black latex and warming the soggy slave.

Micky was trying to hide the gag by keeping her chin down and her collar turned up. So she did not spot Mistresses’ Aston until it pulled up in front of her. Opening the door she ducked down and peered in at her owner. Pointing at her gag she gestured permission to remove it. Samantha frowning nodded.

As Micky unbuckled the device her Mistress asked, “Slave why is there a sold sign outside your flat?”

Pulling the ball out, to be followed with quite a lot of drool, Micky managed to answer, “Mistress, it took a week, but I finally realised why you had brought me home rather than keep me.”

“Clever you, now answer the question girl and while you explain that explain the suitcase you have there too.”

“Yes, Mistress, I have sold my flat Mistress. The suitcase contains the rubber outfits you gave me to wear as well as various important documents like my birth certificate, driving license and passport, Mistress.”

“You have sold your flat?”

“Yes, Mistress, well, accepted an offer and barring completion. I have also quit my job, the P45 is in the suitcase, and I’ve sold all my belongings including my car. There is a bankers draft in the case for the sum total of my worth for you, and upon completion of the flats’ sale, there will be another, less solicitors and estate agents fees. I have no assets, possessions or job. I’ve held a going away party and told my friends and family I’m your possession now.”

“You are?”

“Yes, Mistress. It dawned on me you could not kidnap me, not legally. As much as I wanted you to. You put me back in my old life to show me what it would be like. Everyone stares. I’m strange, odd, different. But I don’t care, Mistress, because I’m yours. I don’t know if you planned to enslave me when you asked me out. I don’t care, it does not matter. You don’t have to justify yourself to your possessions. I’m so happy you chose me. I’m so happy to wear your collar. So, Mistress, should I put the case in the boot?”

“Oh, umm, yes love. Umm, Mikaela are you sure? One date, three kinky days and you are ready to walk away from a normal life?”

“No, Mistress. One date, three sexy fun-filled and thrilling days of masochistic bliss followed by three weeks living in latex, chastity and your collar. Mistress I have already committed. Sell me if you don’t want me, though I hope you don’t. Either way, I’m yours until you tell me otherwise.”

Samantha smiled as she climbed out of the car. “It’s a small case, slave, plenty of room for you too. In you get, and welcome to the rest of your life in bondage.”

“Yes, Mistress,” answered a grinning Micky obeying immediately. Samantha took the gag from her slave and fastened it once more in place.

She then bent down and placed a tender kiss on the girl's cheek. “I love you, Mikaela,” she murmured, “but you’re getting twenty lashes for topping me from the bottom like this. Plus that belt is not coming off for another week for your impudence.” So saying she slammed the boot lid closed on her slave.

Under her breath, as she walked back to the car, she said to herself, “After that, I’m going to fuck you ragged for a month you sexy siren.” Once in the car, she continued, “I’m also going to pierce your tits, your twat, your tongue and your nose. I’m going to tattoo your cunt and your arse and I’m going to show you off to all my friends. I’ll race you as a pony and use you to service my clients, and I’m sure you’re going to love it all.”

Euphoric Samantha gunned the Aston to life. Dumping the clutch she raced away, back home, eager to play with her new slave.