There were still boxes to open. After moving in they had been left in the second floor in an empty room. Hannah didn't know what was inside, because her parents had packed them. Whatever it was couldn't be important. It was raining outside and their plans had been ruined, so Hannah decided to unpack all the boxes marked with “random crap”. Slut, of course, agreed with her.

-These are..., notebooks.- Slut looked inside.- First level equations. Must be you pre-teen years, mistress.

-I was a bit of an asshole back then.

-Everybody was. Look, is this...? It looks a lot like Rama. Where you two friends back then?

-Really?- Extending her arm, Hannah requested the notebook, and Slut gave it to her. Inside there was a drawing of a guy with the same eyes, the same nose, and the same haircut. At the bottom “Mu future husband” had been written in big colorful letters.- Oh, yeah! This is a character from a movie! I knew I had seen his face before! Of course!

-Rama is an actor?

-No... I don't know what's his job actually. He was never busy when I've called. I met you thanks to him, did I tell you? He suggested me to go to your store.- That surprised Slut because she didn't remember having seen him in the store. Hannah shrugged her shoulders.- No, it's not Rama. The movie was made in the fifties. This guy must be very old. But, well, for a time he was, like, my ideal man. Then I stopped thinking about guys. Classes, dancing, friends, family... You know, I had no time for guys.

-I had a lot of time for guys...- Slut murmured.- Well, is rare, mistress. You meeting your ideal man, in a random city in Iran, and then here again, and he helps you buy stuff... If I believed in magic, destiny and all that...

-Yeah... Magic...- Hannah laughed in her inside She did believe in magic. She had magic piercing her pussy.- My ideal man... Magic... I met him in front of a...- Hannah was just rambling, without any specific train of thoughts, when suddenly kicked in. Her stomach churned and she started to hyperventilate.-  I met...

-Mistress? You are pale. Are you ok?

-I'm calling him.

-Who?

-Rama. Fucking asshole!- Hannah grabbed her phone and called.- You come here, now! Right now, you fucker!- She yelled as soon as Rama answered.

Barely ten seconds later sounded the ring of the door. The two girls looked at each other astonished. Hannah grabbed the notebook and ran downstairs. When he opened the door it was Rama, with his clear blue eyes, silently stoic as always.

-Is everything okay?

-What is this?- She showed him the drawing.- What does this mean? Who the fuck are you?

-I just used an appearance that you would like.- More confused than ever before in her entire life, Hannah grabbed Rama's hand and pulled him in, closing the door.

-You used an appearance... What does that mean? Who are you? Do you have a damn explanation?- On top of the stairs Slut watched the scene. Her mistress was very nervous and incoherent, but she didn't seem to be in any danger.

-It was you. You came to me. To my prison. The gold pierced through your skin allowed me to make contact and start a conversation. Then you made your pledge and asked your wish.- Hannah stumbled and fell to the floor. Slut ran to her. Rama squatted down.- I've tried to make you happy. In the same way that you try to make your friends happy.

-Why the...?- She had trouble breathing.- Why the mesh?

-Because you are mine. That was your pledge. You promised to serve and obey me and be my slave. You promised to save your maidenhood for me.

-Mistress, is that true?- Asked Slut.

-Seems so...- She looked up, to Rama's face.- But you haven't requested anything from me. You have given me so many things. You've made me rich.

-Yes, that's exactly my problem. I found myself in a conundrum. Normally my slaves used to demand other type of things. Money, health, lands, weapons, armies, something for their family, their city... I gave them that, if it was in my hands and they deserved it, and they became my slaves. But you wished to be happy.

-Yes, I did.- Hannah recalled. Slut had trouble following the conversation.

-I couldn't just barge myself in your life, order you around, and make you miserable. You had to like me. To like my company. To invite me in.

-And what would you ask her to do?- Asked Slut. She knew a lot about people making bad deals and finding themselves forced to serve and obey a dumb, unworthy asshole.

-I have no material needs. Normally I would demand some kind of adoration. A statue, a monument, a song, a dance...- He made a short pause.- Sex, obviously.

-Sex?- Hannah joked.- How, if you block my pussy with a mesh of wires? You mean ass and mouth?

-Yeah! Are you one of those who are so selfish that they don't care about their lover's pleasure?- Intervened Slut.

-How can you ask that, young lady? I've been inside you. Didn't I give you pleasure?- Slut nodded admitting her mistake.- To solve your doubts, I'm not made of flesh like you.- Showing the girls his hand, they could see how emerged from his fingers some sort of dense gas and took the form of a cellphone. Then it faded in the air and the hand was transformed into a bear claw. Then into a metal hook. Then normal hand again.- I'm made of air. I can turn my penis into air, pass through the mesh, and then solid again.

-What are you?- Yelled Hannah.- What do you want from me?

-My kind have many names, in many places, but the one you could find more familiar is djinn. And what I want is not far from what you want. We grant wishes and demand loyalty in return. My beggars are tied to me, and belong to me, and I have the right to make use of what is mine. Why would I claim a property for myself if I weren't going to use it?- The girls looked at each other in astonishment. A thick dense silence filled the room.

-Exactly!- Slut's outburst relaxed the situation.- See, mistress? Why would you claim me if you weren't going to use me?- Slut joked.

-To make you happy.- Hannah ruined the joke.

A year after that conversation, Rama was chatting with Marmara, in Joanne's living room. He had met her the same day that Hannah met Joanne, and immediately found in her a compatible soul. They had a lot in common, both immortal powerful beings trapped for centuries, alone. They made love that day for the first time, and Marmara got her first orgasm, not counting the ones she had had while inhabiting Joanne's body. She was euphoric because she had found a second person that could see her and talk with her, a powerful djinn, no less. A being that could change his appearance to be whatever she wished, and therefor be always the most handsome. In his real form he was dim blue and had the texture of a marshmallow.

It was early in the morning. They used to meet in the moments when Hannah was sleeping, because only then was Rama free of his duties. They met in the middle of the night and made love.

-So you haven't deflowered her yet? You want to and she does too.

-I want her to beg.

-Oh, come on, don't be vain.

-She has rejected me several times. I just want her to say it. I am not asking much. She asked me permission to fuck her concubine, no? Then I want her to beg me.

-Ok, then.- Marmara accepted his explanation and leaned in for a kiss.

-What the...? Again!- Yelled Joanne in her bedroom when she was suddenly awakened by a hand on her breast. Rama had the capacity to create very realistic human dolls. Hannah had asked him to, from time to time, create a bunch of those, made of air like himself, and sent them to Joanne's house at random moments to rape her, which they could do without removing the chastity belt. Depending on the moment Joanne enjoyed it more or less. Marmara was complicit in these deeds.

-So he still doesn't want to fuck you, mistress?- Later that morning Hannah and Slut were in the shower. Slut was squatting, razor in hand, shaving Hannah's crotch area.

-Yeah. I don't know if he's torturing me or something, but I don't care, I have you, Rahne.- Slut had finally revealed her name, but had also begged her mistress not to use it. Still Hannah used it sometimes.

-Yes, you do.- As Hannah had been given permission to have sex only with her, Slut had decided to focus all of her sexual energy on her mistress, and hadn't requested her again to be given permission to fuck anybody else. She would miss the variety of colours and flavors she had enjoyed for years, but she was willing to make the sacrifice.

Hannah, feeling responsible for her slut's pleasure, requested her to be her teacher. As Hannah's intimacy had castrating issues, Slut also had to pass a learning process. With men was easy, she gave them an erection and they did the rest. With women was a bit more difficult. With Hannah even worse. As a golden mesh was blocking the access, she couldn't even use fingers, nor a wide variety of toys. In all, after a year of practice they had both had found ways to make each other happy.

-I think I'm ready for the tattoo.- Along the last year Hannah had added more small golden rings. One on each eyebrow, two on the curve of each ear, two on each lip, and four on the tongue, two close to the tip and the other two on the middle. Slut appreaciated specially those last four.

-You are damn hot already, mistress.- Slut finished shaving her mistress and gave her a peck on the mound.- But you decide over your body, and I will love you the same or more.- She nibbled all her rings on her pussy one by one, pulling softly. Then she kissed the labia and clit several times. Her mistress started to breath harder and moan. Then Slut put her tongue inside and rubbed it all along the edge of the mesh were it pierced the skin. That movement always made her mistress reach her climax very fast. Hannah had tried to explain how well it felt, all those strings being pulled together, doing music in her inside, but Slut had nothing to compare it with. She just new that if her mistress loved that then it was her duty to do it, and do it well.

After the shower Hannah went to the living room, protected by a robe, to watch TV until Slut were ready for the game they had planned for the day. Slut went to the bedroom they used as wardrobe to put on her uniform. Minutes later she arrived to the shed, wearing tall, brown leather boots, brown leather fingerless gloves, cream colored jodhpurs that outlined clearly her crotch area and buttocks, a burgundy blazer, and a loose, almost transparent white blouse, plus a knotted kerchief around the neck, instead of the tie, as she hated them and had begged her mistress to spare her the suffering. Hannah had ordered her to use bras, because she was worried that her breasts would start to sag, but they were always either quarter cup or with a slit in the middle so her nipples were always free. On her waist she had a wide belt, and hanging from it a real bullwhip and a riding crop, that wouldn't be used for pain, but for show. Her hair was tied in a braid starting at her crown.

-Wow.- Hannah got up from the couch and went to meet her slut. She cupped slut's breasts, caressed her nipple until they were hard, and then buttoned the jacket. Then she caressed the clearly outlined camel toe. She had stopped carrying the phone inside her pussy when at home, because her lawyer and ex-master knew where she was, and knew that she was safe, but mostly because her mistress insisted on sticking her fingers in there very often. To check if everything was ok, she used to say.- You look both sexy and dangerous.

-Thank you, mistress. So I'll try to follow your script and add a couple of surprises. The password is “carrotjuice”. I won't be calling you mistress, and I'll be very sorry if I do something wrong. May I begin?- Hannah smiled and nodded. Slut took a deep breath.- What do we have here? A cute little filly separated from the flock?

-Please, miss, my car broke and I'm lost.

-Oh, darling, there, there...- Slut caresed the filly's back.- Come with me, let's find you a place to sleep...

-Oh, thank you miss. I trust you completely.

The idea was about a poor innocent hitch-hiker that falls in the hands of the strange owner of a stable full of kidnapped, poor innocent hitch-hikers. Slut, or Rahne in that specific situation, would have to act scary enough to to get the hitch-hiker to obey, but always reasonable, methodical and composed, because she had been kidnapping hitch-hikers for years and knew the deal. Of course instead of being rebellious and fighting back, Hannah's character would go straight to the part of stoic hesitant acceptation, while still being afraid of the whip.

They went to the shed, were the equipment was prepared. Hannah put on the rubber catsuit. Rahne helped her getting her feet into pair of boots with the soles shaped like hooves, and above them padlocked leather cuffs. Then her hands in mittens, padlocked as well. On her head a leather harness with blindfold and bit gag removable separately. Around her neck was placed a tall leather collar with a thick metal ring on the front, that kept her neck still and her face looking forward. Opening the front zipper of the crotch of the catsuit, four tiny bells were clasped to the clit ring, and the three pairs of labial rings. Around her waist was fitted a leather waist cincher with four thick rings at the front, back and sides. At last the wrist cuffs were padlocked to the ring at the back.

Clasping a leash to the front of the collar, Hannah was led to the living room. Rahne helped her walking down the stairs by grabbing her ass with one hand and a breast with the other. The bells chimed all the way. Once in the living room she put the filly on her knees, over the carpet. There a thin five inch chain was padlocked to the two ankle cuffs. Hannah had enough strength on her legs to break it, but she wouldn't, because she had bought it to use it. The golden chain that Hannah used to wear around her waist was clasped to the chain between her legs and her clit ring, leaving her very vulnerable. Then Rahne sat on the couch, just in front of Hannah. Pulling on the chain she brought her torso forward until it was resting on the couch. Moving her ass a bit forward she put Hannah's nose in contact with her pussy. Following Hannah's instructions she guided her head, to move it up and down, gently rubbing her clit, while the filly chimed her bells, seeking her own enjoyment.