Hello Reader. Yes, I'm addressing you directly. The littery equivalent of an actor breaking the fourth wall. Why, you are probably asking yourself, is Jillian talking to me? Well, because until recently I did not know you were there. I originally thought I was writing for an audience of one. Then it became two. Recently I found out that my words have been published. That the great unwashed public is reading my story is, I'll be honest, a bit of a shock.

There is another reason for writing to you like this. When I started I wrote in the first-person present-tense. Which in hindsight was a mistake. For starters, these events actually happened in the past. Writing in the present tense may have made the story more exciting, but it limited me to one perspective. I know now what Mistress was thinking, but I could not add that into the story without jarring the narrative. So I'm going to be writing in third-person past-tense now, and I will tell some of this from other points of view as well.

You see I'm actually having writing lessons. My tutor was who I thought I was writing for. But she showed my work to my owner. My Mistress published them so you could read too.

So all that may have prompted other questions. Why is Jillian having writing lessons? Is she still owned by Cathy? Could be two of them, perhaps there are others. If you want to know, though, you're going to have to keep reading. Sorry.

So picking up from where I left off in chapter two...

After Cathy put the steel collar around her slaves' throat the pair fucked again. As familiar lovers who knew each other intimately, the sex was good. But now Jill focused on pleasing her new owner, using all she knew to ensure her lover was sated first.

For Cathy, the sex seemed new. Jill was far more submissive, attentive and passionate. Again Cathy did not let her love cum. After rolling into a state of bliss she once again drew proceedings to a halt. Just as at the fetish shop when she whipped Jill she was surprised at the schadenfreude she felt at the girls suffering.

After the sex, Cathy took her love to the shower. She had Jill wash her before stepping out to let the girl clean herself. Once dry she slipped into a satin robe and decamped to the living area of the loft. Then directing Jillian to don her new maid uniform, another of the items in the one bag initially brought in, she sent her to retrieve the rest of the shopping from the car.

Retrieving a glass, and a bottle of white from the fridge, Cathy settled into the sofa to reflect on the day. Yesterday she had gone to bed frightened she was about to lose her love. The handcuffs had rattled her. Convinced that Jill was up to something, finding a kinky bedroom toy that was not part of her own love life in her home had alarmed her.

Now though everything had changed. In indulging Jill's fantasy they had turned their lives on their heads. She had just screwed shut a steel collar around her lovers' throat. Bizarrely it had been one of the most meaningful and erotic things she had ever done.

She had always been possessive. But to have her partner agree. To allow her to lock a collar around her throat and actually say. You are mine. You belong to me. You are my property. How the fuck had she gone through life without discovering this before? Latex rubber clothes too! Oh, and corsets. So many things all at once it was pretty overwhelming.

Some of the things Sue had said made sense. Other bits not so much. Cathy did not want her lover in a cage. She wanted her in bed with her. To cuddle, hug and to fuck. She was probably going to save the cage up for punishments.

The collar had been a stroke of genius. Sue had watched Cathy flog her slave for the first time. Seen Jill's glistening vulva and, after ascertaining they were lifestylers, had taken Cathy aside.

Sue's words had made good sense. "One thing that's poison to doing it twenty-four-seven is letting your girl out of bondage. If she's not fettered she'll feel like she's not owned. Now, you clearly have the stones to keep her in bondage all the time. Trouble is you'll want her to wash and most bondage gear is not waterproof. Can I suggest you get her a steel collar? If you keep her collared all the time it makes it so much easier to keep her in the headspace that she is your property."

Ironically the collar she bought had been one of the cheapest things bought in the mad spree. But the effect it had had on her love had been profound.

So now Jillian was her slave. It was quite a shift but the girl had said she'd split from those who had found her kinks distasteful. But Cathy didn't feel pressured. It was more like her love had suggested they play this wonderful game where Cathy gets all the prizes.

The humiliation thing! Cathy was reminded of the film A Fish Called Wanda where Jamie Lee Curtis' character was instantly aroused by someone talking Italian. The difference here was you merely had to belittle or humiliate Jill to arouse her. How had the girl kept that in for nearly a year?

One thing was certain. Even if she did have to keep the girl caged she was never letting her go now.

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Jill manhandled the cage out of the car. Despite her owners' disparaging assessment of her ability to carry the box back at the store, Jill found she could indeed lift it. Though doing so whilst teetering on five-inch heels and dressed in a latex french maid outfit did nothing to make the task easier. The journey from the car to the lift was going to be a chore.

Halfway to the lift, Jill realised to her horror that another car was entering the carpark. She heard it before she saw but she stood frozen behind the large box as the Porsche of Ric and Sue from the second floor swept in.

"Please be Sue, please be Sue," muttered Jill under her breath as the car parked up. To her dismay though both Ric and Sue emerged from the vehicle.

"Hi, Jill," shouted Sue as walked over to greet her friend. Ric being left to extract their shopping from the Porsche. "What've you got there..." started Sue who quickly modified her question, "more importantly what on earth are you wearing?"

Jill flushed crimson with shame. This was far worse than the shops earlier. Plus, once Ric came over it could only go downhill.

Sue was a great mate to both Cathy and Jill. Often a drinking buddy on girls nights out, both Cathy and Jill had jokingly lamented that Sue was straight and with Ric. Both had joked that they'd run away with the girl if ever she showed the slightest interest.

Ric was equally beautiful, so much so even Cathy and Jill could see the attraction. Cathy called him Pretty Boy to his face and teased him that Frank and Graham on the first floor wanted to kidnap him.

"Ummm... It's my new uniform, Sue," Offered Jill aware the Cathy would not want her lying.

"Really, you've a new job? What sort of employer requires their staff to dress that way?"

"Not an employer, Sue. Jesus, this is hard. Umm... Ca... No, damn... My Mistress requires me to dress this way," blurted Jill. Knowing that she would be in trouble for using Cathy's name from now on.

"You're what? Fuck, are you in the middle of some sort of sex game? Has that bitch Cathy sent you out like this?"

"Easy Sue... Not some sex game as such. But yes to the second bit, less the bitch of course."

"Hold on, so not a game but yes Cathy dressed you like this? What the fuck is going on Jill?"

"Sue, I came out about my desire to be my lovers' slave. After some talk, we agreed to try it out. My appearance is due to a new dress code set by my new Mistress."

"Okay, so this is a sex game as I said?"

"Not a game, Sue; lifestyle. This is me now." Jill watched Sue's face as she processed this. Jill was uncertain if she could be more embarrassed but not being able to say Cathy's name was certainly making this unnecessarily hard.

Sue pieced it together, "So you're going to be going about dressing like this all the time?"

"Yes, Sue."

"Cathy is your, Mistress?"

"Yes, Sue."

"Oh my God, that is so kinky," Sue turned to Ric who was walking over. "Ric, cop a load of this. Jill's become Cathy's full-time sex slave."

Ric came around Sue with two bags of shopping. "Wow! Jill, you look incredible," he enthused. "What's Sue on about, love? You're doing this twenty-four-seven?"

"Umm... Yes, Ric," Jill replied wondering where Ric had heard the term twenty-four-seven.

"So what've you got there? A cage? Is that for you then?"

Apparently, it was possible to be even more embarrassed. Jill momentarily wondered if shame could be fatal if so she was close to death. Worse, though, she was fairly sure she was actually dripping on the floor. The uniform not being supplied with knickers.

"Err... Yes, it is," Jill managed to get it out though she was now on the point of leaving the cage and running away. Only the fact these two knew where she lived stopped her fleeing. It was getting too much though and much more would certainly bring tears.

Sue, however, spotted the trembling chin and came to her rescue. "Ric, love, stop the teasing. It's clear the girl is mortified to be caught out in the open," she smiled at Jill. "We're not judging, Jill. Hell, I keep a pair of handcuffs and a crop in the bedside table myself. You're being very brave. I don't think I could even bring myself to step outside the door dressed as you are. Though you really do look incredible."

Sue turned to her husband, "Here give me the shopping and help Jill with that box," she instructed as she reached for the bags. Ric was only too willing, offloading the bags and with a huge grin he picked up the boxed cage.

With both her friends loaded it fell to her to summon the lift and operate it when it arrived. Sue got off at their floor, but Ric rode up with her and put the cage down by Jill's front door.

Smiling before he turned to leave, clearly trying to soothe the rattled girl, "You really do look amazing, Jill. Plus if it makes you happy to live this way then more power to you, love."

"Thank you for saying so, Ric. I'm rapidly finding out that some of my fantasies are very different when they actually happen."

"I'm sure they are. But at least you're being brave enough to find out. Now, I'd better get back down to Sue. Especially as she knows I'm keeping the company of a latex french maid. She's not normally the jealous sort..."

"Thank you for the help with the cage, Ric," responded Jill, glad to be back on friendly soil. Ric grinned and set off down the stairs to his own front door.

Entering their loft Jill dragged the box over the now carpeted floor. Arriving in the open plan living area she dragged the item over to her Mistress who was studying her laptop whilst sat crosslegged on the sofa.

"Where shall I put this Mistress," asked the slave.

Cathy looked up from the computer, a slight frown on her face. "When were you going to mention safewords, Jill?"

"Umm... I wasn't, Mistress."

"Oh, from what I'm reading here they are considered pretty essential in BDSM circles."

"With the greatest of respect Mistress, that's their view, not mine."

"Explain," ordered Cathy.

"Mistress the first time I ever tried bondage I'd not heard of safewords either. Nothing bad happened 'cept it turned out she was not interested in a long term relationship. So it's possible to do D/s things without them. The universe does not implode.
Now an SSC dude will tell you it's dangerous. Ditto riding a motorbike, parachuting, cage fighting and juggling knives. Yet people do all of these things for fun and weirder things besides.
Finally, the whole concept of a safe word ruins what I'm seeking from this lifestyle. If I play this as a game with a get out of jail card in my pocket then I'm not really yours and you cannot make me do anything I don't want to do. If it gets too much I could just tell you to stop.
No.
You own me. I am your property. The end. I am a slave. You own a slave. This is real between us. I know the law says different, but in our home and by your side I will live by your word as my only law, Mistress.
That is why I didn't tell you about safewords, Mistress."

"Well, that was pretty assertive for a slave," noted Cathy with a glint of humour in her eye and a smirk on her lips.

"Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress."

"So if I gave you one regardless?"

"Please don't Mistress, I beg. I'd never use it. Or try not to.  But with it being out there it would taint what we have."

"I see. Something for me to think on then."

"Please, Mistress, I beg of you. Please don't."

"Enough, you've made your views clear. I thought I was the one in charge?"

"Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress."

"So, as you can see, I've been doing some research. I can see quite a few things that are going to change around here. I have a better understanding of my role in this and I don't intend to follow the tropes and conventions I've been reading here."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Even though I've just bought one I'm certainly not sold on cages yet. Plus you are not going to be nothing but a sex toy. You are going to work and work hard."

"I would be delighted to serve you domestically as well as sexually, Mistress."

"Oh, I have far more than you cleaning and dusting in that outfit in mind. You may be my slave but you are a person too. You can be taught skills. Skills I can then employ to better my quality of life."

"Yes, Mistress," responded a clearly confused Jillian.

"Now, did I hear you talking to someone before you came back in?"

"Yes, Mistress. I bumped into Sue and Ric in the car park. They helped me bring up the cage, Mistress."

"Excellent! Sue's a lovely girl and a huge gossip. Your new status will be the talk of the block in no time. Saves me having to out you again. Now take the cage into my bedroom and assemble it please."

Jill, surprised that her owner was pleased with the news their lifestyle was now common knowledge, did as she was bid.

The rest of the day was bliss for the new slave. Once the cage was assembled she was made to pack up her old clothes. The space in the closets was used to hang all the new fetish clothing. The bags of her clothes were then put down in the storage space each loft was granted in the basement. Mistress kept the key to that and confiscated Jill's key. Jill also had to hand over her phone, purse, passport and her other keys.

She was also made to sit down and write a resignation letter to her employers. Citing the ill health of her mother she explained she was not going to be working her notice and she apologised for that.

Jillian was then made to cook a meal for them both. But once done Mistress had her put her own portion in the blender. Cathy ate alone at the table while her slave stood to the side and waited on her owner. Once she was finished the slave was allowed to eat her now cold blended slop from a bowl on the floor.

That evening Cathy invited Sue and Ric to come up for a few drinks. The couple eagerly accepted the invite.

Jill was dressed in just her new corset with latex stockings and opera gloves. No fetters bar her new permanent collar and a bright red ball gag.

Alcohol flowed and the new slave was the centre of attention for the entire evening. The pair were initially surprised that Cathy presented her slave top and bottomless. Cathy had smoothy pointed out everyone was a grown-up and Jill was now a sex slave.

The welts left by the crop at the shop were quickly spotted and numerous toys were brought out. Everyone had a go flogging the slave. Then towards the end of the evening, a tipsy Sue confessed she sometimes played submissive to Ric.

Jillian's old leather collar was produced and locked by Ric around his wife's throat. Sue was then commanded to strip.

Both slaves were then ordered to dance erotically for their owners. Whilst doing this Sue went down on Jill. A quick glance from Jill at her Mistress confirmed Cathy was very pleased with this development and so Jillian, though still gagged, did her best to reciprocate.

It was actually a sozzled Ric who stood up and removed the gag, and so Jill and Sue eventually stopped pretending to dance and progressed from mutually kissing and petting to eating each other out in front of their partners.

Then to Jill's shock, Cathy directed her to ease Ric's bulging trousers as she invited Sue to tend to her needs.

Jill, a life long lesbian, had never given a blow job in her life. Now collared, her Mistress had ordered her to do so. As the only sober one there she approached the task with quite a lot of trepidation. But then it dawned on her that she never even for a second considered refusing. She felt a surge of pride as she bent to the task.

Extracting his cock from his pants Ric slouched in the chair and blearily smiled down at the kneeling slave. Jill was momentarily surprised at the girth of Ric's member. But steeling herself she grasped the shaft and took the tip into her mouth.

It was quite a task to keep her mouth open wide enough to keep her teeth from catching the rim of his helmet. She did not think he would relish that. Instead, she concentrated on tickling the glands with the tip of her tongue as if it were a giant clitoris. Getting braver she took it deeper into her mouth all the time caressing the shaft with her tongue.

This seemed to please Ric so she experimented with moving up and down his shaft. This got more positive grunts and moans and then his helmet seemed to flare out and her mouth was awash with his salty ejaculate. Her first reaction was to spit. But catching herself she swallowed it down. Smiling she looked up to thank Ric for allowing her to service him, to see he had fallen back in the chair asleep.

Cathy barked a sharp laugh at the site of the snoring man with her lover between his knees. Before beckoning Jill over to help Sue.

As the night drew to a close the girls all decamped to Cathy's bed. The two submissives following Cathy's directions and orders.

Eventually, Sue stood up and seemed to change character before Jill's eyes. She thanked the two women for a lovely evening but she had to take her husband back to his bed. He had football the next morning, hangover or not.

The groggy man was woken and with an arm draped over his diminutive wife the pair headed back to their own home.

Cathy, a little drunk herself, hooked a finger in her slave's collar ring and led the girl back to her bed. Pulling the duvet over them Cathy wrapped herself around her slave.

Jill relaxed to the idea she was sleeping tonight in a corset and latex. At least she was in her owner's arms. The day had been incredible. Beyond her wildest fantasies. Could it get any better?