I knelt on the floor and assembled the cage, whilst elsewhere in the loft Cathy opened some of the other goods she had just bought. I would not believe the events of the last few hours had occurred had I not experienced them personally.  Yet here I was dressed in latex, a collar locked about my throat and constructing a cage I was most likely going to be sleeping in for the foreseeable.

It was what I wanted. I had, in fact, asked, begged for this. But the speed.

Yesterday had been our first anniversary of dating. We had gone out and celebrated with a romantic meal. I had strategically left a pair of handcuffs to be discovered on our return.  However, instead of provoking bondage games, Cathy had wanted to know who's handcuffs they were and who had been using them? After nearly ruining the night I chickened out about revealing my kinks until the next day.

But once I got it out into the open... Wow! Cathy was always a focused and take charge kind of woman. Offering myself up to be her slave had lit something within her. As soon as she understood I was serious, and exactly what it was I was after, she became unstoppable.

The first thing she did was get me to dress up in my latex catsuit. Soon after that, I was in bondage and collared. Then, before I knew what was going on, Cathy had me on the phone to my own mother, outing my BDSM self to her too.

That had seemed quite shocking but what happened next was way worse. My lover turned dominatrix took me shopping.

Cathy took my car rather than her bike. In hindsight, she clearly knew how much shopping she intended to do. But she got straight into the headspace of a dominatrix as if she was born to the role.

Marching me to the entrance of the loft she had had me open the door for her. I was terrified of being seen in public. But she simply waited, smirking, on the landing until I stepped out of the front door into the lobby.

We share the floor of an enormous old factory with three other tenants. Each loft being a quarter of the old industrial factory turned living accommodation. We're on the top floor of a three-story building and the stairs down spiral around an old cage lift with those heavy lattice double steel doors. The sort that has to be closed manually or the lift won't work.

Mistress calls the lift but clearly, someone on a lower floor has done the dirty on us. In the past, like Yesterday, before the collar, we used to toss a coin to see who was going down the stairs to fetch the lift. Mistress just grinned at me.

"Go fetch the lift, slave," she drawled. I knew Cathy loved me but it was startling how much she was enjoying the new power I had given her.

Cathy was wearing her So Kate Louboutin stilettos so I could understand why climbing down six flights of stairs did not appeal. But I was also wearing five-inch stilettos. In fact, as mine were locked in place my situation could be considered worse. Still, I had asked to be a slave so I started down the stairs.

As I climbed I started worrying about being spotted again. Strangers on the street were one thing but neighbours in the block were another. Cathy and I were on first name terms with most and good friends with others. What would they make of me in a glossy black catsuit and fetters?

I needn't of worried though as I made it down to the second floor to find the lift. Getting in I shut the doors and rode it back up to my new Mistress. Still smirking, she graciously allowed me to both open it for her and then close it too. We then rode it down to the basement garage, where we both kept Mistress's bike and I parked my car.

My car is a bit unusual in as much as it is what's called a classic or vintage vehicle. A Rover P5b I was willed it by my late father, and while it is totally unsuitable for urban living in these modern times, I cannot bring myself to part with it. It was my dads' pride and joy and a Sunday did not pass without him washing and waxing it. Essentially it's a big saloon car from the early seventies. It weighs a ton, drinks fuel like it is going out of fashion and looks like your granddad ought to be driving it.

Cathy simply walked up to the rear door and waited for me to open it. She was certainly tripping on her newfound power. Once she was seated I scuttled around to the drivers' door and as I climbed in my new Mistress pondered out loud, "Perhaps I should get you a chauffeurs uniform." Before asking me directly, "Slave, do they make latex chauffeurs uniforms."

"Mistress, I don't know. I'm sure you could find someone to make one if you wanted. I do know the place I bought my catsuit sells peaked caps."

"Something to think on then. Now there's a Pets at Home on the retail park just north of the North Circular, Slave. That's where we are going."

"Yes, Mistress," I acknowledge, starting the car.

As I exit the car park and join the traffic I notice Cathy is busy on her phone as I drive. But after five minutes of silence, she puts the device down and talks to me.

"Are you excited, Jill?"

"Yes, Mistress, but mostly terrified."

"About being seen in your rubber gear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"But I thought you wanted this. To be out of control. To be humiliated. I thought that that was what it was all about for you."

"It is, Mistress, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared. I'm frightened of watching horror movies, but I still watch them."

"Well, it's moot now anyway as I'm having far too much fun to let you back out now."

"Mistress, are you really enjoying this? Every partner I've ever come out to before has said I was sick."

"Well, that's their loss isn't it love. I think you look incredible in that catsuit. I'm thoroughly enjoying being chauffeur-driven whilst in my glam togs. I can think of thousands of benefits to having you waiting on me hand and foot. Plus I'm sure our sex life is about to go up a level or two too. So stop fretting. I'm not going to get cold feet on this. I think you being my personal sex slave is a wonderful idea."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"I'm just not sure what you're expecting from me in return. It seems a pretty one-sided deal."

"Mistress, people who live this way call it a power exchange relationship. I give up power and authority in return you look after me and accept responsibility for us both. I agree to be your slave, but you make all of the decisions. What we eat, when. What I wear, when I sleep. It is a job too."

"I can see what you are saying but telling you what to do seems easy. Almost second nature. There have been many times in the past that I've wanted to tell you what to do. But I held back because it would be rude to interfere with your life. Like giving up your job. Now according to these new rules of yours, I don't have to."

"I know, Mistress. But I'm just as pleased you're in charge. Especially as you seem to approve of my latex fetish. I can relax in my collar now, all I have to do is obey."

"You know I may have to use that whip thingy on you when we get back, just for taking so long to open up about this. The more and more I think on this it seems the perfect way of living."

"It's called a flogger, Mistress. Plus you don't need a reason to use it on me. I think you'll find me quite willing any time you wish to whip me."

"Yeah, how does that all work? It all seems very Adams Family. Do I whip you for being good? If so how do I punish you?"

"That's a complicated one, Mistress. Flogging can be considered foreplay to a masochist like me. Most Tops punish masochistic submissives with abstinence or isolation. So solitary confinement, being locked in a cage or a chastity belt."

"Chastity belt? There are chastity belts?"

"Yes, Mistress. I don't own one but there're manufactures of bespoke stainless steel devices. Other people simply have piercings set in the genitals of their slaves."

"Oh my God, really. Hold on I've got to look this up."

I watched Cathy pull out her phone once more. After a few minutes, her eyes went wide with disbelief or shock, perhaps both.

"Fuuuck! Jesus, Jill, have you seen all the metalwork people put in their pussies? There's a picture here of a cunt with six padlocks through the outer lips."

"I'm extremely familiar with the images you're looking at, Mistress." 'I've drooled over them for hours,' I silently continued in my head.

"Jesus, you want this, don't you? You want me to do this to you?"

There is was. The shock I had feared. The disbelief that the person you thought you knew was a sick pervert.

"Yes, Mistress, I would consider it an honour to give you complete control of my body." I looked in the mirror to see Cathy was staring back at me.

"Well, when you put it like that... Damn, Jill, you've got this bad, haven't you?"

"Mistress, I don't necessarily want you to set half a dozen padlocks in my cunt. Those images come up at the top of a google search because they are shocking and extreme and so have many hits. But chastity play and piercings both intrigue me. Obviously, I have no experience. So it may be that I'd hate it. I just don't know. But the idea of it turns me on big time. Got it bad? Probably. But I'm still the same person you've been shagging this last year. I'm not a freak. Just a bit kinky is all."

"I never said you were a freak, love, and I do love you. It's because I love you I'm entertaining this. I can see it's important to you. I care about you. I want you happy. I'm just surprised I can make you happy by locking your pussy up and whipping you."

"Ahh, Mistress if you'll remember I did mention chastity as a punishment, not a reward. I really do enjoy sex, especially with you. I'm not looking to become celibate from this deal, Mistress."

Cathy grinned at me in the mirror, "Noted, slave, just remember to be a good obedient slave who does not need punishing then."

"I shall endeavour to be the most obedient slave there can be, Mistress."

My Mistress turned back to her phone, clearly fascinated at what she had found.

Soon after we arrived outside the pet shop. I found a parking space quite close and reversed in slowly.

I looked out of the car at all the people walking about. Ordinary people, going about their ordinary lives. Was I really going to get out and walk around dressed like this?

Cathy punctured my obsessing with a sardonic jibe, "Slave I want to get out of the car today. Get out and open the door for me, there's a good girl."

Trying not to think of the reaction of other people I lurched out of the car. It was cold as the biting January air chilled me through the thin latex. Focusing on the ground before my feet I marched around to the passenger door and opened it for my new owner. Mistress gracefully exited the car smiling at me as she stood before looking around as if unaware of where she was.

"Follow me, slave," she announced painfully loudly, before setting off towards the entrance of the pet store. I dutifully followed after, staring fixedly at my lovers' leather-clad derriere trying to will the rest of the world into nonexistence.

We came to a stop in what I quickly realised was, a thankfully, deserted isle. Mistress was staring at a display of leads. She was going to buy me a leash! She selected a long black leather lead and turned to me.

"Chin up, girl," she commanded before clipping the device to the ring that hung from the front of my collar. My emotions were all over the place. I was delighted that Mistress wanted to leash me, embarrassed beyond anything that she was doing it in public and equally turned on at my shame.

"Oh, that suits you a treat, slave. It matches your collar wonderfully." How did Cathy know to say these things? Almost zero experience of BDSM and she instinctively knew how to humiliate and arouse me. My shame and arousal blossomed at these words.

"Kneel, girl, let's see what you look like on all fours, shall we."

"Yes, Mistress," I murmured as I obeyed my owner.

Mistress was beaming at me, clearly aware of my discomfort as I slowly sank to my knees. I looked up at my Mistress. I was clearly out of my depth. Cathy had a natural instinct for this and, judging by the smile on her face, a sadistic streak a mile wide as she revelled in my humiliation. Would that sadistic streak apply to physical pain too I wondered?

"Oh, that's perfect. You do look good on your knees. Your thighs especially look stunning in your glossy rubber. I think I'm going to have to come out as a rubber fetishist too, love."

Just then a member of staff in a dark green polo shirt came into view. He looked to be eighteen at most and fairly intimidated by Cathy in her vampish outfit.

"Ladies, may I remind you this is a family store," he quailed.

"Don't worry darling," soothed Cathy, "we'll not do anything to cause a scene. But since you are here can you show me your largest dog cage?"

The young lad flushed a deep red, I knew how he felt.

"Yes, certainly, if you'll follow me?"

Mistress turned to me and signalled me to stand with a backwards nod of her head. She then turned to follow the boy with me, her slave, trailing behind on a leash.

We duly arrived at a display of wire mesh dog crates. I, as a BDSM aficionado, was unimpressed though I could see Mistress considering them.

I sidled up to my owner and meekly asked, "Permission to speak, Mistress?"

"I never said you couldn't dear... Oh, is that how... What do you want, love?"

"You can acquire much sturdier cages, designed for people, online, Mistress."

"I'm sure you can, my love, but I want one for you now. If I like caging you I'm sure I can invest in a propper slave cage at a later date."

The young lad stared at us both bemused. Clearly at sea, with regards these strange women, he sought to bring things to a hasty conclusion. "Is this what madame requires?"

"Yes, dear, this is indeed what Madame requires. Be a dearie and carry one to the till for me? I don't think my girl could manage, and you're obviously a big strapping young lad."

He dutifully picked up a flat packed cage from below the assembled display model and followed us over to the till. Mistress unclipped my leash and placed it to be rung up along with the cage. The woman on the till looked on bemused as Mistress asked if the plastic hook used to display the leash could be cut off as she wanted to use it straight away.

To my horror, as the woman struggled with a pair of blunt scissors a queue of people started to form behind us. Attention seemed to be equally divided between me in latex and the flamboyant actions of Cathy.

Everything paid for and the packaging removed from the leash, Cathy picked up the leash and promptly reattached it to my collar in front of the two staff members and the queue of people behind us. She then led me out of the store and over to the car where she had the young lad put the cage in the boot.

Once she had thanked the man, and he had returned to the store she abruptly turned to me and using the leash to pull me in planted a kiss firmly on my lips.

"What a rush," she enthused after breaking away. Grinning at me she continued, "this is so much fun. I love you so much, girl. I hope you realise you are really going to have to stay collared now. There is no way I can go back to being how we were now I've tasted this. I nearly had you try the cage for size, but I think that lad would have busted a blood vessel. Now, tell me truthfully, are you enjoying this too?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am. Though it's both hideously embarrassing and frightening too."

I looked on in wonder at Cathy. I'd never seen her so enthused and happy. When she won a fight or placed well in a race her delight was always tempered by her exhaustion. Here she was buzzing and full of energy. Her delight was infectious and even though I felt exposed and vulnerable I found myself grinning too.

"Okay, bondage girl, we've got you leashed and a bought you a cage. Let's stock up on ropes and chains."

Cathy turned and marched off towards the B&Q DIY store that shared the retail park with the other stores. I, still leashed could only follow after. Arriving outside mistress pulled a trolly out and then unclipped my leash. Wrapping the leash around the handle of the shopping cart, and threading the trigger clip through the handle of the leash to form a noose, she pulled it tight and reattached it to my collar. I was now tethered to the handle of the buggy.

"You can push, slave, keep close, I don't want you getting lost now." Cathy flashed me another grin before turning away to head into the shop.

Mercifully our time in the DIY store was as almost brief as the visit to the pet store. Mistress headed first for the ironmongery section where she picked up some sturdy padlocks much larger than the keyed alike set I had locked on my fetters. Next, she picked up a large bucket of a heavy chain as well as a whole spool of white, thumb thick rope. Finally, some bolt cutters were added to the collection and we were once more the object of attention at the checkout.

Back in the car, with all the goods loaded, Mistress was still bubbling.

"So, slave, where did you buy your lovely catsuit?"

"Umm, a shop near Waterloo station, Mistress," I informed. "Though the name escapes me at the moment, it's on the tip of my tongue."

Cathy dug out her phone and quickly pulled up a webpage. Sitting forward she showed me the site.

"Is this them, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress, do you want me to drive there?"

"Hold on," she instructed as she continued to work the device. "No, they actually have their main store and warehouse quite close. Only half an hour away. I'll get the phone to give directions."

The day was getting better and better. After coming out to my lover she was set on a mad shopping spree to buy all the things I could never afford, hide or use alone. My wildest fantasies of how coming out would go could never have topped what had occurred. Plus we were about to go shopping at a fetish sex store.

The short drive was spent with Mistress glued to her phone. Whether she was scanning the stock of the store we were heading to or looking up other stuff, I did not know. But every so often she would give a little chuckle or utter an exclamation such as "Wow!" or "Yes!"

It what seemed no time at all we were driving through green gates onto what actually looked like an industrial park rather than a trade park. But the logos of two giants of the latex fashion industry reassured me we were in the right place.

Mistress once again led me in on a leash. But this time I was not frightened at all. The people in here would be our own kind. This was friendly territory.

"Oooo, I love your shoes," was how the assistant greeted Mistress. I almost laughed. We walk in with me on a leash dressed in the store's own fashions and it's Mistress's shoes that grab the limelight.

"Why thank you," beamed Mistress, "You're looking pretty fabulous yourself." That was true as the assistant was wearing leather jeans and a leather shirt.

The two women fell into small talk over fashion, totally ignoring  me until after about  three minutes the assistant cooly looks me up and down and declares, "Pretty slave, are you shopping for her or yourself my dear?"

"Oh, both, love. I'm pretty new to this whole scene and that catsuit is all either of us have to wear. I'm thinking a change of outfit for the girl along with a maid uniform and a chauffeur's outfit if you do one. Also some latex lingerie for both of us. As for myself, I'm keen to try out latex, but I like leather too. I simply want something to get the little sluts heart beating, as well as the whip."

"Oh, that sounds like fun. Have you considered corsetry?"

With that, we were off. Mistress actually handed my leash off to the assistant as she tried on all sorts of latex, PVC and leather items. Each time she emerged from the changing cubical she talked to the assistant, but I noticed she looked hard at me too.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the two turned their attention to me. Mistress unlocked my fetters, including my collar and I was ordered to strip. I was then instructed to pose in latex outfits of all sorts. Mistress even had me laced into a crushing corset matched with latex stockings and long opera length gloves.

It was whilst I was in that outfit that Mistress started to eye up the whips and floggers on display. I was made to bend over as she tried out the different types. To my chagrin, I knew Mistress was both fit and strong. But I was dismayed at how forcefully she whipped my backside. Mistress was able to make even the softest of floggers hurt and gave me some stinging red welts with a simple crop.

I'm not sure this was the normal customer experience. But the pile of items Mistress had put on the counter to ring up was getting very large. Plus there did not seem to be any other customers in the shop.

It was as Mistress gleefully applied the second vicious stroke of the crop that the assistant idly asked, "Do you two scene, or is this you?"

"Oh, this is most definitely us going forward," replied Mistress.

"Really? In that case, I think I may have something else you may be interested in. Leave the girl there, this won't take long."

I stood there, bent over, my arse aglow and my pussy aflame for what seemed like an eternity but which was probably only ten minutes or so. When they returned Mistress seemed even more upbeat than earlier if that was even possible.

Eventually, Mistress called a halt to the shopping spree. When it was all rung up she had spent over a thousand pounds on kinky toys and clothes. My catsuit was in a bag and I was sorting a tight-fitting latex jacket, leggings and a peaked hat.

Mistress was dressed as she arrived. With the addition of a beautiful leather corset worn over her blouse along with a slim leather choker. A parody to the heavy leather item Mistress had tightly secured around my throat once more.

My leash dangling in front of me I was set the task of loading the car up with our purchases. While my owner was deep in conversation with the obviously delighted assistant. It had been a fun visit and I hoped she was on commission.

Once I had finished loading the car I returned to my Mistress. Unbidden I quietly knelt at her side waiting for her to be ready to depart. Their conversation was now on good places to shop for other items. The L.A.M was mentioned along with the B.B.B. and Mistress was gifted some business cards.

The first half of the drive home we were both silent. I think we were just trying to process what had occurred and get our heads straight.

It was Mistress who was first to speak, "So, girl, I can report I'm a sadist. I loved whacking your arse. Was I too harsh, those welts looked nasty?"

"No Mistress, not too harsh, though you have a very strong arm. If I may be so bold to suggest you start slowly and work up to the big guns next time. If you want to get the best out of me?"

"We have the rest of our lives to practice dear, plus I was just trying them out there. Sue had some advice too."

"Sue, Mistress?"

"Yes, Sue, the lady who I just bought all that stuff from."

"Oh, sorry Mistress, I didn't catch her name."

"She had some advice on how to make a D/s lifestyle work. Apparently, they're prone to failure."

"Oh, why, Mistress?"

"Well, the clue is in the advice. She suggested getting rid of all your vanilla clothes. So you would never be tempted to backslide. I should ban you from my bed except for sex. Never ever take your collar off for longer than a costume change. Forbid you the use of my name and make it clear that even if you're feeling unwell, you are always a slave."

"Those all sound like good rules Mistress. Are you going to enforce them?"

"Yes, I think so. I can see the logic in all of them. I may miss cuddling you in the night though, so I may amend that. Then again I could wrap you up in rubber and use you like a hot water bottle on the coldest nights.

"Yes, Mistress." 'It was pretty cold right now, would I get that lucky straight away,' I thought.

Mistress initially led me back to the loft from the carpark on the leash. Most of the shopping was left in the car. I was given just one bag of it to carry as we made our way to the lift.

Once in Mistress kicked off her shoes and collapsed upon the sofa. She ordered me to my knees and had me massage her feet. That quickly progressed into me sucking her toes and generally worshipping her feet with my mouth.

Abruptly Mistress stood and shucked off her skirt. Grabbing my leash she used it to pull my face into her cunny where I set about the task of making my love a happy woman.

But as I licked, sucked and kissed my Mistress's quim she did something she had never done with me before. She talked to me. As she yanked on my leash, she started on a monologue telling me how pathetic I was, what a lowly little cunt I was. That I was useful only as a slave, that I didn't deserve propper clothes or a normal bed, that I would need to be whipped and beaten to teach me how to serve. That I would be kept in bondage from now on to protect decent people from my wantonness. That my cunny would need locking to contain my depravity, that my tits would need flogging and my face slapping so that through pain I could learn how once again to be a decent human being. But until then I was slime, excrement, nothing but a putrid worthless whore. To be kept as a slave, collared, whipped, caged and caned. A mere receptacle for others ejaculate, a party favour to be handed around and discarded after use. A sex toy to be used on a whim. A love doll dressed in latex with a set of holes for all to use. A rubber gimp to be incarcerated and confined. A tart to be pimped. A slave to piss on who would count her self lucky to drink her own urine. I was nothing. Nothing but a slave.

Mistress shuddered into a powerful orgasm, her knees nearly giving out. But I was left teetering on the edge. Mistress's verbal lashing had worked me into a frenzy of lust but I needed a physical push. I was left wanting. Pathetically I stared up at my owner, who looked down at me with my face covered with her lust.

"Oh, yeah, that was another tip from Sue, slave. Orgasm denial. You have to ask from now on. Plus I'm going to insist you only ask after I've had three to your one. Is that clear, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I acknowledged crestfallen that my love had taken me to such heights to destroy my hope of release.

"One other little gem Sue clued me on to, slave. You may even like this one."

Mistress picked up the only bag I had brought in from the car. She peered within and removed a soft velvet bag. Opening the bag she removed a shiny stainless steel collar which she put on the sofa behind her. Producing a key she unlocked the leather item around my neck and removed it. Picking up the steel piece she offered it up to my throat. I felt it close and what felt like Mistress screwing it shut.

"It's not a forever collar, my love," she whispered in my ear as she worked. "But it's stainless steel and so quite rust proof. There is no reason to take this one off unless I want to. Not even to shower, bathe or swim. You will live in that collar until I deem you worthy of the collar you will wear for the rest of your life."

Mistress stood up and out of nowhere slapped my face hard. My eyes watered and my ears rang. Why?

"Feel that sting, slave. That is my love for you. Along with that collar that is all you need to know that you are mine and I cherish you. I will not tell you often how much you mean to me, but if ever you feel despair or alone feel that collar around your throat and know that you are loved."