"Cathy, can we talk?" It took some courage to utter those words. For the conversation I wanted to have was going to require me to open up to Cathy, in a way I had so far not dared.

"Sure, love, what's the matter?" Cathy's brow furrowed with concern as she sat down on the sofa facing me.

"Umm... Nothing is wrong... sorta. Huh, I had this speech all worked out." I struggled to find a way to start this. "Cathy I'm..."

"Jill, relax love," interrupted Cathy. "Is this about those handcuffs I 'found' Yesterday?"

"Yes," I blurted feeling my face go crimson.

"You said you'd not used them on anyone. So what's the issue?"

"I lied, I've used them on myself." There, it was out there.

"I don't understand. How do you use them on yourself?"

"Umm, I fap with them on." I knew Cathy was nieve but she's not stupid. Was she playing dumb?

"Sorry, I'm sure I'm being stupid. I can see you're frustrated. You lock yourself in handcuffs to masturbate, yes? Why, love?"

"I like BDSM. Which is why I wanted to talk."

"Oh, I'm sorry Jill. BDSM? Please don't be cross."

"Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism. Do you know those words."

"Okay, don't get snarky. So you like kinky stuff. So what are you saying? You want me to do kinky stuff with you when we fuck?"

"Oh, God, YES! That's why I let you find the cuffs. I hoped you'd put me in them. I wanted you to put me in bondage. I hoped you'd get all dom and make me eat you out. I wanted you to take charge."

"Oh... Umm... Well, that's... Fuck! Jill, how long have you felt this way?

"All my life. It's who I am. I've just been frightened to tell you. I didn't want to scare you away."

"I see... Wow, this a lot to take in. So you've not enjoyed our lovemaking?"

"Of course I have Cathy. You're a great lay. Besides, there's making love and having sex. I'm just telling you this so it can be even better."

"So what am I doing wrong?"

"You're not doing anything wrong. It's not like that. I just have certain fantasies and fetishes."

"Fetishes?"

"Yeah, come on you know. Things that are always sexy. Things that always turn you on. Like you like my hair cut short. It could be said you have a fetish for short-haired women."

"I see so what are your fetishes?"

"Umm..." having got this far I realised this was the bit I was frightened would repulse my love. "I like latex rubber clothes, bondage and humiliation. Oh, and pain, I'm masochistic. I'm sub too. That means I like to be submissive."

"Jesus! So what are you asking here? You want me to dress you up in a wetsuit, tie you to the bed and beat you before we fuck?"

"Hell, no! Well, perhaps the tie me to the bed bit. Wetsuits are neoprene; the wrong sort of rubber and there are all sorts of protocols and etiquettes involved. Look if you're not revolted I could point you at some good places to research on the net."

"I'm not repulsed, love. Just confused. I thought I knew you pretty well. Go get the laptop, we can look at this stuff together."

I scampered to obey; The fact that I was doing her bidding was not lost on me. The joke of this was Cathy was pretty dom even when she was just being herself. Others called her bossy or selfish and asked me what I saw in her. The truth was I liked her being bossy and she wasn't selfish. Other plusses in her favour were she was a foot taller than me, drop-dead gorgeous, kind-hearted and hard as nails. She had a black belt in judo and entered Iron Man contests. The clincher for me though had been her motorbike or rather the fact that because of it she dressed in leather a lot.

I was a wimpy receptionist at the firm of lawyers of which Cathy was a junior partner, where she specialised in corporate law. Each morning I watched this vision in black leather walk into work as I soaked my knickers. Then one Christmas party I plucked up the courage to approach with some mistletoe.  We had dated for six months before she suggested I move in with her. Her open-plan converted loft was always going to win compared to my poxy little third floor flat. I didn't hesitate to say yes.

Six months later I was scampering to fetch my laptop so I could finally show her what I really wanted to be doing for her. How I wanted to serve. How I wanted to suffer. What would she think? Was I about to lose her? Was this a mistake?

I sat down next to her and opened my browser, choosing to start with clothes I showed her neck entry catsuits from Germany.

"Well those are very sexy," commented Cathy. "Who wears them, you or me?"

"Huh, both of us or you. You'd decide. I like looking at as well as wearing latex. Some doms keep their subs naked bar a collar. Others like dressing them up. Whichever you prefer."

"Hold on, collars?"

"Yeah, collars are pretty important in BDSM. They come in all shapes and flavours. Some people think there are rules as to what sort of collar a sub wears. The truth is though there are no rules other than those negotiated between the consenting parties."

"So what do collars mean to you?" There were the smarts I'd mentioned. Five minutes into a subject she was unfamiliar with and she was already drilling down to the important stuff.

"They are very important. Depending on what sort of a collar is used it could mean more to me than a wedding ring."

"Wow! Show me a wedding ring collar then."

I took her to the new Swedish Collar website. Then watched her, fascinated as she studied the collars sold there.

"These are beautiful. You'd like to wear one of these, Jill?"

"Not to play. But if it meant I was yours, completely, totally twenty-four-seven then yes. That's one of my deepest fantasies."

"Play? Twenty-four-seven? Explain."

If we were role-playing in the bedroom for fun then that would be 'play'. If we lived as sub or slave and domme or Mistress all day every day then that would be..."

"...Twenty-four-seven. I understand, so do people do that? Live it rather than keeping it in the bedroom?"

"Yes. Though the details of how they go about it vary."

"Which do you want to do?"

"I dream... I fantasise that one day you would be my Mistress and I'd be your slave."

"You don't want to play at this?"

"It's never 'play' really. Not for me. I dunno I just can't switch it off. It needs to be based on reality. If you were to do a scene and then just go back to being my girlfriend after it wouldn't feel right. Does that make sense?"

"I think I get it. You mentioned humiliation. Where does that come into this?"

"I get aroused when I'm embarrassed. Dunno why, I just do. So while I hate being embarrassed, it's a turn on."

"How does that work? I mean how can that be sexy?"

"Well say you wanted some of your mates, you know the sporty ones you get all testosteroney with, over to watch sports on the TV. If I was your sub you could dress me up as a maid and make me serve your friends."

"You would enjoy that?"

I flushed crimson just at that question. "Cathy you'd have to ensure the uniform had rubber knickers so I'd not soak the carpet."

"Okay, there's a mental image I was not expecting today. But Jill, on a day to day basis how do people do this?"

"Oh, all sorts of ways. The most extreme have dungeons built in their homes. For others a collar and an understanding that one is the boss and the other does as they are told. Some make their partners pets, making them crawl everywhere, eat out of bowls and sleep in a cage."

"Okay then, to be more specific, what do you want?"

"Umm, that's not as easy to say as you may think. There's a thing called topping from the bottom, that I don't want to do. I mean I have all sorts of fantasies but I want to be yours. Your fantasy that is. If you could have a slave. If it were legal. A person you could own and do anything with that you wanted. What would you do with them?"

"I don't know. I've never even considered the idea. But hold on, why are you showing me catsuits and collars if you want me to do what I want?"

"I suppose I'm giving you control. I'm confessing my desires, my fantasies. It's up to you if you indulge them, use them to control me or plain ignore them."

"So what you are saying is that you like the rubber and the bondage but what you really want, more than those is to be my slave. To abdicate control of your life by giving it to me?"

"Yes... That's exactly it. I dream of being a slave. Really a slave." My heart is hammering in my chest now. I am spilling my guts and not one sneer. No dirty looks or gasps of revulsion. Could it be Cathy would indulge me?

"Wow, you are kinky... Hold on... do you have other stuff? Like the handcuffs?

I couldn't talk. How did she do it? I just nodded.

"Go get it then. Let's see what we have to work with."

Again I scampered to do her bidding, my heart fluttering as I dared to hope. This was moving much faster than I had imagined. I'd thought I could introduce her to stuff slowly. But she was already taking charge and directing the pace.

I returned with the sports bag I kept buried at the back of the closet space Cathy had cleared for me when I moved in. Gingerly I placed it at her feet and then knelt on the floor opposite. I didn't open it, I'd just gifted it to her even if she didn't know it yet. All the tools to enslave me were within. Would she use them?

"That's a big bag," observed Cathy. "Let's have a look shall we." Cathy unzipped the bag and found my catsuit. I always rested it on top of the other stuff so it wouldn't get damaged. So there it glistened for my lover to see. My guilty secret. My sin.

Cathy lifted it out, eventually standing to hold it up and examine it. I remained, kneeling at her feet, praying that she would approve.

"This has a long zip from the neck down," she discerned, "the ones on that site you showed me didn't. How come?"

"They're custom made super expensive ones. That is the best I could afford three years ago."

"So you'd prefer no zip?"

"It's a question of taste I suppose. Latex fetishist like smooth and shiny. Zips spoil that."

"I see. Well, put it on. Let's see what you look like in rubber." She held out the catsuit for me to take. I stood and took it from her. Reflexively I turned for the bathroom.

"Where are you going, Jill?" I stopped momentarily discombobulated.

"Umm, the bathroom."

"Why?"

"It's where I've always dressed in it I suppose." It was easier in the bathroom, what with the talc and stuff. Also, it had a door that locked. An important feature when you have a secret.

"Well this is supposed to be a sex thing, isn't it? Strip and dress here. In front of me. Now."

Wow, that was fast. Bossy Cathy was turning into überdom before my eyes. What could I do? I obeyed.

Putting the suit over the back of a nearby chair I stripped out of my jeans and jumper. Placing the garments on the seat of the same chair they were soon joined by my bra and knickers. Once naked I realised I'd still need some talc.

"Umm, Cathy I need talc to put it on... From the bathroom."

"Well go get some then," smirked Cathy, "Quickly, girl."

I nearly sprinted through the loft to the bathroom. Open plan living in a converted factory loft was stylish, but the square footage meant some things were a trek at times.

Gabbing the talc my mind was racing. Cathy was ordering me about like a domme before she'd even found the collar at the bottom of my toy bag. She was taking to this better than I dreamed.

Tits bouncing, as I ran, I returned to Cathy to notice my clothes were now missing from the chair. To be replaced by my five-inch stiletto-heeled, black patent leather, ankle boots. Cathey was grinning evilly.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" I accused.

"Yes, girl (she drawled the word) I am. This appeals. It's joining a lot of dots for me too."

"How do you mean?" I asked as I shook some talc into the suit."

"Well, I knew you liked me in my leather gear. Christ, you practically drooled. But this explains why you are so supportive of me working out at the gym rather than getting the equipment installed here. I'm guessing that outfit goes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays while I'm at the gym?"

I smiled ruefully, my secret out, "Bullseye I'm afraid."

"You silly, silly girl. I love you. You know that. Why couldn't you tell me sooner?"

"I've 'fessed up before, to earlier lovers. I thought they loved me too. You're really are not freaked by this?"

"Well, judging by your legs, now they are in, Jill dressed in rubber is going to be very easy on the eye. I hope you like being dressed in that stuff as much as you say coz I could easily get addicted to having a latex lover."

"Ooo, goody," I exclaimed. "Could you zip me up, please?"

Cathy stood and pulled the zip to the back of my neck. The latex hugged me all over as the zip drew it taught.

"So put on the boots, girl. What do you do about the talc smears?"

I bent down and put on the boots. "Oh, I'll need polishing now. This is nowhere near as glossy as it should look."

Cathy chuckled. "Really? You polish latex? I get to polish my girl?"

"Yes... Umm... Cathy, you're making a point of calling me, girl. I... I like it. Do you want me to call you Mistress?"

Cathy stopped smiling, "Do you want to? It seems like that would be a big step. One that may be hard to return from. How about you call me Miss, for theatrics, while we work this out, huh?"

"Oh, okay, Miss," it seemed to me that was a step too though. I stood up in my boots and did a little pirouette for Cathy.

"Yes, girl, that is awesome. Where's this polish then?"

I bent down to my toy bag and rummaged within. The polish was there, wrapped in a soft cloth, but the collar and cuffs were missing. Cathy was clearly playing a canny game. But wasn't that what I wanted? Wasn't this the reason I was with her? Because I saw the domme within. That I hoped she would be the one to claim me. Well, I had the tiger by the tail now. There was only one thing to do now. I stood up and offered my new Miss the soft cloth and polish I used on the latex.

Cathy took them from me and smiled. I love her smile, it lights up her face.  She grinned again and sprayed polish on my tits. Instantly cooling, my nipples puckered up under the thin rubber.

"You like that too, girl?"

"It's cold, Miss. That is all." It seemed very strange to be calling my love Miss.

Cathy applied the cloth gently massaging my breasts. The rubber took on a deeper more lustrous shine.

"Well glossy black is definitely your colour, babe." She sprayed more polish on me and moved away from my chest to continue the task. She lingered over my crotch too, before handing me the cloth and instructing me to complete the job.

As I finished on my right leg I stood to see Cathy holding the leather cuffs. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows as if to say, "Really?"

"Well, the rubber is fairly spectacular. But we can't stop there, girl. Your bag of goodies has so many toys. Put the polish down and come here."

"Yes, Miss," I responded as I obeyed.

"Give me your hands, girl," Cathy ordered. Again I obeyed my pulse rising as my lover methodically started securing the leather fetters about my wrists. "Not too tight? She inquired once they were in place.

"No, Miss" I squeaked as she produced two of my padlocks and closed them in the buckles of the cuffs.

"Is this having the desired effect, Jill?"

"Oh, God yes. Are you sure you're not freaked?"

"Girl, if you ask me that again today I'll dig out that gag I spotted in the bag too."

"Sorry, Miss."

"So these ankle cuffs, do they go over the boots, or on the leg above them?"

"Over the boots, Miss." I stood impassively as my lover knelt at my feet and locked leather fetters in place.

"So, Jill," started Cathy as she stood, "the issue here is, is this play? I've got to say you look fucking amazing. I know we've only played dress up at this point, but this kink thing of yours seems to be a blast. So with you as a submissive, I get to order you around like a slave, and you enjoy this?"

"Exactly like a slave, Miss, and yes, I think I truly would."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Miss, any more than I know why I'm gay. I just want to be owned. There's a freedom in being submissive. The abdication of power can be liberating. I don't crave control."

"Whereas I've always been a control freak. The sticking point though is this play verses twenty-four-seven thing."

"Why is it a sticking point, Miss?"

"Well, here we are Saturday morning, girl. What happens Monday morning?"

"Oh, it stops as I have got to go to work."

"Which brings us back to another discussion we've had in the past."

Cathy has twice asked me to give up my job. She can easily support us both. But I've resisted jacking in my job to become a lady of leisure. I need more than a year of dating to put a dent in my employment history.

Last night had been our anniversary. A great evening even if the handcuffs had fallen flat. I'd figured after a year of going out it was time to broach the subject.

"Turn around, girl," ordered Cathy. I obeyed without thinking. She stepped up behind me and gathered my wrists together. There was a click. My wrists were joined. Cathy had placed me in bondage. For the first time in my life, I did not hold the keys to my own fetters. My stomach tingled with butterflies while a small furnace sparked to life in my groin.

"Turn back around and kneel, girl, I think we need to talk some more." I did as I was told as Cathy settled back into the sofa.

"You are trapped like that now. I'm in control. Agreed?"

"Yes, Miss, you have the keys. It would be hard for me to escape this bondage. I could perhaps get a knife from the kitchen and cut the leather off. But you could easily stop me."

"But you don't want to? You like being like this?"

"Yes, Miss, I'm very turned on right now."

"How would you feel if I kept you dressed like this when your mum visited?"

"Hideously embarrassed, ashamed and utterly mortified, though probably even more aroused."

"If I took you out shopping?"

"Oh, God, you wouldn't?"

"Why not?"

"I get off on humiliation, but wouldn't you be embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"Yeah, we've had this convo before too. I don't care what the great unwashed masses think. Like I'd give a fuck what some person I pass in the street thinks of me."

"So you would?"

"I'm thinking we need to go out now."

As red as my face was from being flustered and embarrassed I'm sure all the blood drained from my face after that sentence.

"Why, Miss?" I squeaked.

"Well, I've had a good rifle through your bag of toys. Seems to me, some things are missing if I'm going to indulge you and keep you as my slave."

"Missing, Miss?"

"There's no leash. Only one of those cat of nine tails thingies.  I figure I'm going to need a cage of some sort to keep you in, or some way of tethering you within the loft, perhaps both. If that's the only rubber outfit that you own, I want more. Plus I want to try dressing up too now."

"Oh," was all I could manage. Despite holding onto the tigers tail I think I had just been bitten.

"Now, Jill, my love. Are we playing, which is fine by me, or do you want to try out this fantasy lifestyle? I'll be honest here; I can see several things about this that appeal to me. Top of the list is I can make you quit your job."

Cathy produced the collar from behind her.

"So, if I've been paying attention, this collar being locked in place by me is a big deal. So here is what I propose. You can either allow me to lock this in place. If I do that you'll be my slave for three months. You'll have to do whatever I say for that long. Is that clear?"

"Or?"

"Or you can tell me we are just playing. If you do that I'll get out some of those sex toys from that bag of yours and we can fuck right now. Afterwards, I'll take possession of this bag of tricks and you can beg any time you want to play some more."

As she offered me the alternative I already knew I was going to ask to be her slave. As a dominatrix, she knew almost nothing. But she had tonnes of natural talent, all the smarts she needed and I trusted her too.

"Collar please, Miss," I whispered.

"Are you sure, Jill?"

"Yes, Miss"

"Then say so clearly. State what it is you want."

See! Loads of natural talent.

"Please, Miss. I would like to be your slave. I beg you to collar me please?" I managed not to stutter though I'm not sure how.

Cathy stood and walked behind me. The collar was wrapped around my throat. I felt her thread the strap into the buckle and pull the collar tight. Tighter than I did it when I used to put it on but it wasn't choking me. There was some more fumbling with the buckle and then a click. I nearly jumped.

"Now you may call me Mistress, Jill. Now, get your phone."

"Yes, Mistress, Umm, Mistress it is in my jeans," I responded wondering why on earth she wanted my phone. Was she confiscating it?

"Oh, they're behind the sofa. I should have checked before I took them. Get it out and open it for me. Then you can put those clothes in the laundry basket."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded before doing as I was told. It was not easy fumbling through my pockets with my hands cuffed behind me, so Cathy relented and unlocked my wrists. After handing Cathy my phone I wondered what she would be doing with it.

I quickly found out though when I returned to find Cathy talking to someone on face time on my phone. Unsure what to do I knelt back down on the floor by the bag as I had before.

"Actually she's just returned from the utility room Mrs B, I'll hand you over now. One sec." Cathy turned to me, "I have your mother on Face Time, girl. I've told her that you have news. Tell her everything. No lying, I'm going to be listening in."

"What! No!" I protested. "Please don't make me do this."

Cathy's face clouded over, she's not often angry but she's a fearsome sight when crossed.

"Jill, you will do as you are told. You asked for this. You wanted to be treated like this. This is your doing, and you are going to bloody well follow through. Or is this the point where we find out how good I am with that whip thing in your bag?"

I stared in horror at Cathy. She meant it. I suddenly realised this fantasy may have some sharp edges.

"No, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress," I placated holding out a hand for the phone. Coming out of the fetish closet to my girlfriend had been tough. Now the first thing she wanted me to do was come out to my own mother.

I turned the phone to face me. Clearly, Cathy had muted it but not stopped the video as my mum's face was a picture of shock. I unmuted it and greeted my mum.

"Hello Mum, how are you?"

"I'm fine dear, Cathy said you had news and what are you wearing?"

"Well, that's sort of the 'news' mum."

"I don't understand."

"Mum, you remember how supportive you were when I told you and dad I was gay?"

"Truth be told, Angel, neither I or your dear departed dad, were surprised. You were such a tomboy dear."

"Yeah, well I have another sexual secret that I need to tell you about."

"Really dear? You know your sex life is your own Jillian. You don't have to tell me about it you know. I never bothered you or your brother with details of my sex life."

"Mum, you are the coolest most wonderful mum any girl could have, but this affects my life as much as being gay. I just wanted you to know in advance so you were not surprised."

"Well, what's the news then?"

"I asked, no I begged, Cathy to let me be her slave and she has agreed."

"You've what?"

"Mum I'm into bondage and latex rubber and power exchange. I've fantasised nearly all my adult life about being owned by a dominatrix and kept as a sex slave. I've begged Cathy to let me be this and she said yes."

"Oh dear. What is it with you kids today. Why can't you keep your sex lives private? If you like a bit of slap and tickle that's fine. Why do you have to drag everyone around you into your sex games?"

"Mum, please try to understand. It's not a game. I'm going to be living my life like this."

"Why is Cathy putting up with this? Surely she can talk some sense into you?" I looked up from the phone at Cathy. She gestured that I should hand the phone back.

"Hello Mrs B, I'm back. Did I hear my name mentioned?"

"Oh Cathy dear, what is my dizzy daughter up to this time?"

"Mrs B, Jill was fairly upfront just then. Essentially it seems she's held this fantasy inside for some time. As I understand it she has confessed her feelings to past beau's and it has resulted in the break up of the relationship. Mrs B, I love your daughter with all my heart. I don't want to lose her. How could I refuse?"

"Cathy dear, are you seriously telling me my daughter is emotionally blackmailing you into keeping her as a sex slave? You two really are ninnies. So why are you telling me this? It really does sound like something you should keep private."

"Well, foolish or not I don't like hiding Mrs B. I prefer being upfront and honest where I can. I just didn't want you being shocked or surprised if you popped over to visit. Nor did I want you to think I was forcing your daughter against her will."

"So what is she wearing? Are you going to be dressing her like that all the time?"

"I don't know about all the time Mrs B. It's early days yet. But, here let me show you."

To my horror, Cathy held the phone forward clearly having switched to the other camera. She slowly walked around me so my own mother could see me in my fetish outfit.

"Well that is very shiny," observed my mother, "doesn't leave much to the imagination either does it? Her father bought me something similar decades ago. Long gone now. I do have a pair of regulation nineteen fifties police handcuffs hid in a drawer somewhere. You're welcome to them if you like. If I can find them."

"No, you're good Mrs B. Your kinky daughter has supplied me with all sorts of fetters and manacles. See?"

Cathy was now squatting down behind me pointing the phone at my bound wrists. I was dying of shame. Guiltily I was also, as I had predicted to Cathy earlier, becoming very aroused. I only hopped my mother thought my red face was due to embarrassment.

"Oh, they look very comfortable," observed my mother, "her father loved locking me up in those cuffs and tickling me. I always had to hide the bruises on my wrists after."

"Mother!" I exclaimed. "I can hear you. Too much info. Please."

"Too much info," my mother responded, "that's rich coming from you in your predicament. Cathy dear, I don't know if you are employing corporal punishment on my daughter now. But if you are, give her a smack from me when she's next over your knee."

"I hear you, Mrs B, I've clearly got to teach my new slave some manners. But I'll let you give that spanking in person next time you're over for tea. I'm sure there are many times she has misbehaved, since she thought she was too big to spank, that you have saved up."

"That I do, dear. But I've done spanking Jillian. I'll leave that to you now. Now, if that is all the news you two ladies have for me, I'm late for coffee pot with the knit and natter crowd."

"It was nice talking to you Mrs B, bye." Cathy put my phone down and sat back down in front of me.

She grinned at me, "There, now your mother knows, and probably half the village once she's done gossiping. I'm sure that's a weight off for you. Did you enjoy that?"

"No, Mistress."

"Really? So if I open that rubber suit of yours, down between your legs, I'm not going to find your snatch sopping wet?"

"You may, Mistress"

"I thought as much." She abruptly stood. "Wait here, exactly like that. Don't move," she ordered before walking off towards the bedroom.

What seemed like half an hour later Cathy returned. She had transformed herself. Her own jumper and jeans Saturday casual gear had been swapped for an outfit aimed squarely at my libido. The metallic satin green blouse that she usually only wore to parties had been paired with a figure-hugging black leather pencil skirt. Black seamed stockings sheathed her legs and her patent black Louboutins, normally reserved for very special occasions, graced her feet.

"So is this dominatrix enough for you, girl?" Cathy enquired in an arch tone.

"Mistress looks very imposing," I offered.

"Good enough, on your feet, girl. We're going shopping."