This had to be a dream. Hell, a nightmare!

I only spent perhaps the first twenty minutes thrashing around in my bonds and cage. Each proved utterly inescapable. Eventually, exhausted, I kinda nodded off into a semi-awake state, helped along by the vibrations coming from the van. Time seemed to ooze by, not really real. This had to be a nightmare. It wasn’t…couldn’t…be real.

The van eased to a halt, and then the door was pulled open, bathing me in golden sunlight. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing whoever was there to not continue this insanity.

“Ready to see your new home pet?” I could bloody well hear the satisfied smile in Caitlin’s voice. I struggled against my bonds, banging into the side of the cage.

“MMmmmmmmpppphhhhh!!!”

“I’m excited too!” Caitlin crouched down in front of my cage, a small smirk gracing her face. She fiddled with the lock on the outside of the cage and then swung the door open. I tried to shift deeper into the cage, but she gave me no chance to get away, and hauled me out of the cage in an easy practised manner. My legs were freed, apart from ankle cuffs with a length of chain in between them, and she hooked a lead onto my collar.

I looked around as I was carefully helped out of the back of Caitlin’s mobile dungeon, and my eyes widened. Her ‘cottage’ was a large imposing looking building, more like an old English manor looking type building. The drive we were on wended away from where the van was, out of sight along a thickly forested boulevard. Expansive lawns bounded by more trees stretched out to either side of the main building. I had been kidnapped by some looney rich woman. Bloody perfect.

Caitlin gave my leash a tug, and I stumbled after her, moaning into my gag. The front of her home had two large pillars flanking the entryway, a thick oak-looking door. As Caitlin’s boots echoed on the stone surface just outside, the door was opened inwards. The bright sun prevented me from seeing much; the doorway seemed like a portal into darkness. The darkness and uncertainty of my future as Caitlin’s…what? Prisoner? Slave? Victim?

I shuddered a little, but could not stop myself from being pulled inside. To be surprised yet again.

Immediately inside was a large open welcoming space, not out of place for a noble’s home. But the space, impressive as it was, was not what made James squeak into his gag.

Arranged in a fetish version of a receiving line were four kneeling figures. They were all dressed simiarily to me in both their rubber outfits and their bondage, though the colours used were different. The closest two wore purple (one of them female, the only one of the group), the next was in green, and the final figure was in red. Behind the four bound figures were three women, dressed in latex French Maid outfits. The first, standing behind and between the two purple figures appeared to be older than the other two, her blonde hair drawn back in a professional ponytail. The other two maids, twin redheads, stood directly behind the other two bound individuals.

As Caitlin entered the older maid snapped a command that I missed and the four prisoners bowed forward, while all three maids curtseyed. Caitlin stepped closer to her, stopping just in front of the two purple catsuited figures, “Jessica. Report.”

“Mistress.” The blonde’s tone was clipped and professional. Like a junior supervisor presenting a report to her boss. Nothing out of the ordinary. “The schedule has been adhered to and maintained during your absence. No critical incidents took place. I have a list of recorded infractions for your review, should you wish to personally carry out punishment.”

I watched as Caitlin nodded crisply, click-clacking her way down the line. As she halted in front of each bound person, they leaned further down to give her extended booted foot several kisses through their gagged mouths. The maid followed, standing to my right. I had stopped struggling as I took this all in, so far beyond what I had expected. This wasn’t spur of the moment. Her approach was far too practised.

As she finished with the final prisoner, the final slave, giving her boot kisses, she turned and offered my lead to the maid. Jessica.

“I’ll need him fully checked in. Intensive program.”

Jessica paused for just a moment, eyeing me appraisingly, and then accepted the leash. “Very good Mistress.”

Caitlin breezed away, deeper into the house. Her gathered household just an afterthought evidently. My head spun at the casual nature of all of this. Was I the only one here who didn’t think this was insane??

“Amy, please put Ty and Kat back in their programming session. Ashley, see to the other two. Chore rotation.” Jessica’s orders were smooth and had the sound of long practice with this sort of thing. I gave another moan at this, and she jerked me closer to her with a pull on the leash, “None of that. We’ll get you outfitted and ready for Mistress.”

She led me away from the welcome area as the other maids set to directing their charges to their tasks. Jessica led me off through a pair of doors, deeper into the house, until we finally paused in front of a carved door. The carvings were inlaid into the wood, depicting a triumphant looking woman standing with her leg on the chest of a prostrate and clearly defeated man.

Jessica opened the door, and pulled me inside, “Let’s get you dressed.”

My collar was hooked up to a chain that was winched until I was able to just barely stand on tip toe. Jessica then methodically stripped me of everything. Bondage and clothing. Until I stood there wearing only my slave collar. I flushed in shame. It was one thing to be naked in front of a domme that one had paid to do that, quite another for some random stranger to be doing this to me! Though if Jessica was bothered by any such considerations, she was a master at hiding them.

In rapid succession a new, royal purple catsuit was added, along with bondage mittens that left my hands in ineffective fists. She then unbuckled the collar for a moment, this time pulling a thick hood over my head, and yanking tight every last strap on it. An attached panel gag, this one with a large ball on the inside, was secured to prevent any outbursts. By the time she was done it felt like a second bloody skin, though my hearing was dampened, and my vision seriously limited. The collar was then rebuckled around me.

She disappeared for a few moments, but I didn’t dare move in her absence. When she returned, she held up a butt plug in front of me.

“This is your security plug. You will be wearing this anytime you are not in your programming or sleeping cages. This plug will inform you by differing levels of vibration what rooms you are allowed to be in, and which you are not.” The tiniest of smiles edged at her lips as she took in my wide eyes inside the hood, “I wouldn’t recommend trying to run with this thing in you.”

I whimpered as I looked to it, and then to her, but there was no give in her expression. She went around behind me, and then bent me forward. I warbled, and then gave a muted shout as the intruder was rapidly pushed home, seating itself deeply within me. I swayed as she brought me back up to a standing position, and gave me a perfunctory pat on the shoulder.

“Good boy.”

 

A few minutes later Caitlin breezed into the room, having changed into glossy looking latex pants, and a leather top that accentuated her figure exquisitely. She nodded her thanks to Jessica who, after another brief curtsey, left the room. Caitlin watched her leave, and then smiled at me as I stood alone in the middle of the room.

“Isn’t she splendid?”

I elected to remain quiet, and that appeared to be a wise choice. The question must have been rhetorical.

Caitlin approached me and, with a quick practised move, grabbed my bound wrists and yanked upwards, bending me over until my torso was parallel to the floor. I heard a snick as my wrist restraints were attached to the chain that had lately been hooked to my collar. I gave them a testing rattle, but there was no give to allow me to straighten. Damn it.

For a minute I was left to just stare, despairingly, at the floor. Then her legs came into view, and I felt my gag unbuckle, and then be drawn away, freeing my mouth. I had only a few moments to stretch my jaw when I was presented with the head of her crop.

“Kiss the crop slave.” I did so, after a moment of hesitation. Obedience seemed to be in order until I could talk to someone about how insane this was.

She disappeared behind me, a hand trailing down my rubber enclosed body, and squeezing my ass, “We are now going to begin your education on the rules and finer details of servitude and slavery. I will provide you with several of the rules you will need to remember whilst serving me. You will repeat them back. Errors,” she smacked my rear with the crop, eliciting a yelp of pain from me, “Will be punished.” The crop traced a pattern over my buttocks, “I do hope you have a good memory, and are a quick learner. Let’s begin your recital.”

And so we did. First were the general slave rules, what I was expected to do, or know, as naturally as breathing. Proper modes of address (never, ever was I to call her Miss or Ma’am). A multitude of positions that I would be practising later. And after every error, and there were many, I had to thank her for the blow, and thank her for enslaving me. Every. Damn. Time. After the first hour any thought of resistance had, at least temporarily, been expunged. I hung from my strappado, desperately repeating her words. Thanking her over and over again for kidnapping me. For enslaving me. For training me.

Eventually, mercifully, she stopped. I felt her reach up behind me, her hips against my rear, and release the strappado tie. She turned me around, holding the leash attached to my collar, and considered me for a moment, her lips pursed,

 “Well, not bad, I suppose, for your first recital. Far from perfect though. And I expect you to strive for perfection, every day of your service.” The last few words were emphasized with a finger driving into my chest at each one.

I gave an exhausted groan at that, and I was rewarded with the gag being crammed back into my mouth and buckled tightly in place.

“Mmmmmpph!”

“Your mouth, as with everything else about you, is a privilege that you will earn from me.” She jingled the leash, “Let’s go.”

I paid little attention to where we were headed, I was still lost from the past few hours. Jumbled up phrases, and promised commitments from me, clashed together in my head. Everything was just happening so bloody fast.

I snapped back to the present moment when a jerk on the leash tugged me through a new door, into a new room. One of the redheaded maids, I was certain they were twins, sprung up from where she had been sitting and gave a curtsey, her collar jingling a little. We stood with her inside a small booth, which looked like a bit of a control centre with a few screens and controls all arrayed near where the maid had been sitting. Beyond the partition I could see four cages ranged alongside each other. Two were currently occupied with the other purple catsuited people, the man and woman from the hallway. Apart from their presence in the cages, I couldn’t see much from where I stood.

Caitlin nodded to the two occupied cages, “Consecutive hours?”

“Apart from your visit earlier Mistress, they’ve achieved five hours so far.” The maid’s voice had a wonderful lilt to it that, were this any other situation, I would have been smitten with. As it was, she was clearly as nuts as Caitlin, with no hint from her that any of this was out of the ordinary.

“Very well, Amy. I’ll receive Ty up in my study for his recital in one hour. Kat may be brought up two hours later.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Caitlin handed her my lead, and the maid reeled me in to stand by her side without pause. How many poor victims had Caitlin brought through this place??

“Plug this one in for a full rotation. I’ll receive him with my breakfast tomorrow.”

“Mmmmmmmmppph!?” I warbled into my gag in protest. Caitlin turned and gave me two hard spanks on my rear, her eyes hardening.

“Do we need to go back and begin your recital all over again?”

I quickly shook my head no. I did not want that. At all.

“Good.” She patted my head like a faithful dog, “You’ll learn slave. Proper behaviour will come.” And with that she left.

Amy didn’t lose any time at all, tugging me out of the booth and into the main area of the room with the four cages. I could see now the predicament the other two bound figures were in. Apart from their rubber clothing, they were both frogtied with leather straps, their arms consumed by armbinders. Thick hoods, much like my own, enclosed their heads completely with wires running off of discretely placed locations. Both lay on their stomachs, with the metallic arm of a fucking machine slowly pounding their respective rears.

I gave a snort of dread, and Amy rubbed my arm with a grin, “Pretty cool huh? The two of them asked to do this together. Like a couple’s vacation, but kinkified.”

I rolled my eyes towards her, trying to convey that this was most certainly not cool, but she paid no attention to my face. Instead she hustled me over to the cage next to the male of the couple, who gave a deep groan as something seemed to happen deep within him. A brief period of bucking followed, and a pitiful moan as the machine in his rear remorselessly went on, and he lapsed back into a steady pattern of moaning and panting. I whimpered at the thought of being stuck in his position for hours on end. But no mercy was to be had.

Amy bundled me into the cage, cinching my legs together in a frogtie as she did so. Just before I entered she eased the security plug, which had been pleasantly buzzing away in me the whole time, out of my rear. I was then helped onto my stomach, and an oddly thick blindfold secured to the last opening in my hood. I was plunged into darkness.

I felt Amy fiddling with a few things around my head, tugging something, and attaching something else. I concentrated on trying to control my breathing. Calm. I had to be calm.

Suddenly I heard three crisp, clear dings right in my ear. Before I had time to do more than flinch at the sudden noise, the darkness in front of my eyes vanished as my blindfold suddenly began projecting a scene in front of them. The scene, prerecorded and then programmed into what must be a VR-type headset, was a POV of Mistress Caitlin. Sitting above the viewpoint in a throne-like chair, looking resplendent and utterly dominant in a scarlet catsuit with thigh high boots. A slight whirling distortion was present throughout the entire image.

“Welcome slave,” Caitlin’s image smiled down at me, crossing her legs to dangle one booted foot in the air, “If you are watching this you have been inducted into Mistress Caitlin’s Intensive Slave Training Program. Well done on your decision to join my stable.”

I grunted at that. No decision needed on my part at all it seemed. I felt the back of my catsuit, near my ass, being unzipped and I squirmed a little in my bindings. I knew what was coming.

“…Over the coming weeks and months I will mold you into the perfect bondage slave. One that any Domme would take pride in owning. Now,” She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, the swirl in the image becoming a touch more prominent, “Settle down, surrender control, and hear my words.”

With that final word I felt the tip of the dildo from the fucking machine kiss my rear opening, and I moaned deeply into my gag. I could do nothing to stop what was coming. I was utterly helpless. Just one more bound slave, about to be broken. It was an odd mix of frustration, horniness, and fear that churned inside me.

A whirr sounded behind me, and I felt the dildo kick into action. Slowly thrusting its way up, and up, inside me, and then slowing withdrawing. A slow, steady rythym, to which I soon began to moan and groan in time with it. At the same time Caitlin’s image in front of me continued on a bit of a loop, smiling down at me, while her words washed over me.

“You are a slave. You are Mistress Caitlin’s property. It feels so good to submit to her. Bow down before me slut, and worship your Mistress. You are a slave. I own you. You no longer have control over your body. My collar is locked around your neck. You are a slave to me. You are my pet. Mine. Mine.”

“Uuuuuuooooooooooo,” I moaned as the words and the feeling of the dildo in my rear did their work. They were all I could concentrate on. All that my world was now.

 

By the third day, as much as I was able to reckon it, I had an idea of what my new life schedule was like. Once a day I had my slave recital. I was never sure what time during the actual day this was, as times seemed to vary, but that became the start of my day. Prior to it beginning I would be fed while still in my cage, either in a dog bowl or via sucking it in through a dildo gag. The recital itself would take a few hours, depending on how well I did at reviewing and learning whatever I was meant to that day. After the recital, and any follow-on punishment, was complete I would get my morning task list. Usually cleaning a room or two, or doing the household’s dishes, or maintenance on dungeon equipment or clothing. Something to keep me busy, while Caitlin saw to her other ‘guests’.

Then exercise. Caitlin prized a muscular look it seemed, because I often spent a couple of hours in her home’s gym. The exercises would vary, but what didn’t vary was that I was still in bondage during these workouts and I usually would have Amy of Ashley, her sister, watching me. Occasionally I was harnessed up as a pony and ran around a track outside, pulling Caitlin behind me.

It was one of the weight room sessions that I tried to run. I think it was the third or fourth day. As Ashley was getting me off the treadmill, I pushed her away and hobbled for the door. That was when I discovered just what that bloody…bloody…security plug was capable of. I remember making it to the door, and then the next thing I knew I was on the floor, pain receding from my mind as I stared up at an extremely displeased Caitlin and Ashley. I spent the next two days in an isolation set up, after a severe beating administered by Caitlin, in a sleepsack, hood, and with my plug teasing me away. My entire time in the sack was spent watching different videos from Caitlin on why rule-breaking was a terrible thing to do, and escape attempts were the worst sort of rule-breaking. I learned my lesson.

After exercise, and another light meal, came a session in the programming cage. However long the session lasted, certainly a substantial amount of the day, I would be taken out and tied tightly into a leather sleepsack. With the slave mantra, and other training recordings going, I would be slid into a recessed shelf in a wall next door to the cage room before starting the say over again. There were enough trollies there to contain twelve slaves, in three by six little slots, tucked away from the world. Not that there were that many.

Apart from me there were four long term prisoners. At least, they had been here, and still were here, in my day to day. Anyone I saw in a red catsuit was, according to a brief aside from Amy one day while she supervised my dishwashing, someone that had been brought here as a one off sort of thing. Like booking a session but Caitlin electing to extend their session for an extra day or two. Which seemed a far more regular occurrence than I had thought would be the case with a professional dominatrix. But then, Caitlin was clearly a different breed of domme.

So that boy I saw on my first day had been gone before I tried to escape. Packed back up in her rolling dungeon and driven back into the city I suppose. By the time I was out of isolation there was a girl in red rubber, cleaning the kitchen one day as I shuffled through with cleaned latex clothes from the dungeon. Because we were kept gagged at all times, unless in Caitlin’s presence, I couldn’t talk to any of them. But I had a sneaking suspicion that they, and indeed most of those who came through Caitlin’s home, were quite willing overall to be there. And she let them go at the end. So no one would be any the wiser that a few were kept. Far longer, and not exactly voluntarily either. Bloody sharp woman.

The couple in purple had actually volunteered to sign up, together, to do Caitlin’s Intensive Slave Training Program. Tyler and Katie, or Ty and Kat, did all their training together. That had been the one stipulation they had given Caitlin before they had been catsuited, bound, and secured in her cottage dungeon. Amy thought it was rather sweet, and did her best to be assigned to them whenever they were out of their cages. Ashley on the other hand, had giggled when she told me that their requested ten day program had already stretched past two weeks. Caitlin it seemed, quite enjoyed having a double submissive bondage couple around, and was in no hurry to release them.

Then there was the other Intensive slave. I had seen him only once, while delivering a lunch tray to Caitlin’s study. Upon entering I saw a purple catsuited figure strung up on the St Andrew’s cross. Caitlin had quite obviously just spent the last who knew how long working him over with crop and paddle. I could hear ragged breathing and a muffled sob or two escape whatever gag the poor fellow had in, as I carefully set the tray down on her desk. As I turned to leave I felt my leash get tugged. Caitlin had me.

I turned back to her and ducked my head. Lesson definitely learned.

“What do you think of my other boy?” As I turned to look back at the man, she added, “Not quite like you of course. He won’t be a permanent addition to this household. Not in his wildest dreams.”

I felt Caitlin’s hand squeeze at my ass and trembled a little. She sat up on her desk, and then pulled me down so that I was bent over the desk, head on her lap, looking at her other slave.

“You see Jem (God I hated that bloody nickname), this…thing…is what happens when you really, really piss me off.” Her words above me were as light as ever, but I heard the distaste clearly, “You see, he used to be one of those ‘alpha males’. Decided he would book a session to show that a ‘true’ man couldn’t be dominated. That he would just laugh off whatever I threw at him.”

I shivered at the by now icy tone. What the hell would possess someone to walk into Mistress Caitlin’s dungeon with that kind of attitude?

“I do not take kindly to my time being wasted Jem, as you know by now. I have almost forgotten his name, and my irritation from that day. Once it has been expunged I’ll be ready to let him leave. I might even consider letting him go without the added embarrassment of a locked chastity device that he’ll have to find someone to remove for him.”

The figure in front of me gave the tiniest of moans at that.

Caitlin grinned wolfishly, “Run along now Jem. You’ve still got more chores to do.”

I fled that room as fast as I could hobble.

 

The next day though I was back up in her study. As a reward for performing well over the past few days since being released from isolation, Caitlin awarded me the ‘treat’ of worshipping her boots. I was bent to my task, while she ate her breakfast, when Jessica entered the room, leading the green catsuited figure who had been present when I first arrived. Positioning him in front of Caitlin, Jessica methodically stripped him down to just his collar, a pair of added wrist cuffs, and chastity device. I felt a spurt of envy for the man. I hadn’t been nearly so free since I walked through Caitlin’s door that first day, a still free man.

Jessica snapped her fingers and the slave quickly knelt. A bowl of our usual breakfast mash was fetched, and he was directed to eat. I continued, without even the smallest pause in my allotted task. There was always a punishment for stopping before being told to stop. And I had no desire at the moment to piss Caitlin off. Not until there was a better opportunity for escape. That last bit was faaar weaker in conviction than it had been prior to isolation. That was something I did not want to experience again.

Eventually, Caitlin twitched my leash, pulling me up and to the side. I knelt there, next to her chair, as she beckoned her other captive forward to undo his cuffs and allow him to remain kneeling upright before her.

“You did quite well in your first extended session, slave.” Caitlin gave an indulgent smile, “Well enough to have earned a return visit I believe.”

“Thank you Mistress,” The man was clearly still a little unsteady from his stay, “I honestly hadn’t expected the multi-day thing. I thought…”

“It is a measure of my esteem that I deemed you worthy to participate in such a session. I will see you again to continue our progress. Soon.” Caitlin turned back to her breakfast, clearly dismissing the man from her attention.

“Of course Mistress, yes.” He paused, fidgeting, “Mistress, the, ah, chastity device. I need it off before I leave.”

“Need it off?” She arched an eyebrow, “You are a slave. My slave. And my slaves don’t get to dictate when their chastity devices come off.”

“But—”

“If you want your chastity device removed…” she gestured languidly, “You have only to return whenever you are able to do so for another session.” She held up a hand to forestall a further interruption, “You will find my slave rates considerably reduced. Especially for release sessions. I believe your training tapes were quite clear that I own your cock and its orgasms too. Be grateful I am not dispatching you locked in that collar as well.”

I eyed him through my hood as he visibly struggled with himself. But even if he had not just spent however many days being thoroughly broken to Caitlin’s will, Caitlin’s sheer presence and force of will precluded anything so crass as disagreeing with her. It was utterly unthinkable in her presence.

So instead he haltingly bowed and stammered, “Then…then a week from today Mistress?

Caitlin made a show of checking her calendar, drawing out the tension in the poor fellow, “Yes…yes I suppose I have room for you then. A minimum of four hours I think, would be suitable.”

The man floundered a bit, “Of…of course Mistress.”

“You may go.”

Jessica stepped forward, having re-entered the room, with a small pile of clothing. Freshly laundered and ready for wear. He received the clothes unsteadily and was led away. I wished  could follow, but another tug at my leash sent me back down to resume my appointed boot worship.

 

A day later I was informed, after being rousted from my sleepsack, that today was my release day. The brief flicker of hope that Amy meant I was being set free died when I was led back up to Caitlin’s study area and positioned in front of the bondage horse, next to a well appointed sofa. Amy methodically strapped me down starting at the ankles, then the calves and thighs, before finally bending me over and running two large leather straps across my back. Sealing my fate. I shifted around in the armbinder, testing the bonds. Inescapable as always. And I knew what sort of release this was to be now.

I didn’t have long to wait.

Caitlin swept into the room a few minutes later. She was followed though not just by Jessica, but by a third woman. This ebony stranger was dressed in her own fetish outfit, though leather rather than rubber predominated in her selection. The two women were chatting and laughing about something as they came in, and seated themselves on the sofa. Ignoring me. Jessica set down the bag she had been carrying for the other lady and then trotted out.

“Oh my dear, you simply have the most marvelous staff! Wherever did you find them?” The stranger’s voice was a pleasantly soft British accent of some sort, though I had no idea where from.

 Caitlin smiled, more at ease than I had seen her to date, “That’s a whole bundle of stories. But I met Jessica in university. I had just jumped into the fetish scene in a big way, started the whole pro-domme thing. And Jess was my roommate.”

“Ah, roped her up first thing then?”

“Nope. Didn’t even cross my mind,” Caitlin chuckled, “I was pretty thinly spread. Before I realized I needed help. Especially when dealing with the boys and girls I brought home with me, whether they were paying me or not. I had a tendency to hold onto them. Leave them bound throughout the night and then when I remembered to, kick them out the next day. Buuuut…”

“But I know you and your penchance for snatching whoever amuses you at a given moment.” Naomi’s smile widened a bit, “So that part of you really kicked in when you were in uni?”

“Oh you have no idea. Got to the point that I usually had a captive caged up, while I played with another one. Then the caged one sometimes got let go, sometimes stuck in the closet, and the playmate got put in the cage while I went out to party.” Caitlin shook her head in fond memory, “I would’ve eventually gotten some serious burnout if not for Jess. She just…started helping one day.”

Naomi arched an eyebrow and Caitlin continued.

“To this day I have no idea how long she was doing it. But whoever I was keeping at my place, boy or girl, got regular meals, cleaning, and all the other little things that go into maintaining a person. Eventually I found out when I came back early one night and this geek I had left locked in a hogtie was busy cleaning the apartment. And Jess was scrubing out the cage.”

“So she’s just a natural sub then?”

“Not in the normal way. She just likes to keep things orderly. I didn’t even put her through the nascent training program I was toying with at the time. I let it continue for another couple of weeks, to see if she was consistent. Once I was satisfied I came home with a maid uniform and a collar for her. She’s been with me ever since.”

“No training?” From where I was, Naomi looked surprised.

Caitlin shrugged, “Why bother breaking her when she is already the perfect head maid for me? Doesn’t require a lick of training to understand her place in my household and keeping things running smoothly.”

Naomi chuckled, and kicked up her feet on the small table in front of the sofa, “I suppose so. And your delicious ginger twins? Surely they required some training.”

“And still do.” Caitlin replied firmly, “Their mother was one of my first clients. Husband passed away, and life was getting to her. She was absolutely mad for me,” the two women chuckled as Caitlin swept a hand to encompass herself, “And once I had established myself I decided to see just how far I could push her. Once her girls were old enough she was spending one day a week under my careful eye, molding her into what I wanted her to be. When she told me Amy and Ashley were going to take a year off before uni, I couldn’t pass up that sort of opportunity.”

“You snatched them?”

“Better. I had her bring them to me.” Caitlin gave off what I can only describe as an actual giggle as she remembered, “Oooo that was an amazing night. These two newly independent girls waking up to find themselves shackled, gagged, and kneeling in front of me. And mommy dearest kneeling next to me in her maid outfit and collar. I told them that their year off would be spent doing something more constructive than backpacking around Europe or other such nonsense. They would spend it learning how to be the perfect bondage slave maids. After the year was up, if they still felt any desire to attend university they could.”

“I imagine that didn’t go over toooo well.” Naomi said dryly.

Caitlin shrugged, “No, but with enough training and time in the programming cages, both of them succumbed eventually. And they’re quite well cared for. Whenever mommy wants to see her kids they are nice and close by, just requires a call and her collar is waiting for her.”

Naomi laughed appreciatively. Further conversation was interrupted by Jessica’s return, this time towing the purple catsuited couple into the room. Both were still just as fully bound as always, with locked collars, armbinders, thick hoods, and now with the addition of knee high boots and corsets. First the woman, then the man were made to kneel in front of Caitlin and Naomi. At a flick of Caitlin’s finger, Jessica also unlocked the collars around their necks, placing the leather neatly on a nearby table. A quick bow to both the mistresses, and she was gone.

The two slaves stared straight ahead, even without the thick collars. Was I witnessing a final release? Everyone I had initially encountered among the submissives here would be gone once they left. No one would realize that I had been forced into this! Hell I wore the same damn catsuit colour as them, they probably thought I had signed up for this nightmare!

My inner turmoil had no impact on anything beyond making me twist in my bondage. Caitlin ignored my muted protests to smile at her slaves in front of her, “Well my lovelies. You have successfully graduated from my Extended Slave Training Program! Well done.”

Their hoods and gags prevented anything more than the slightest hints of smiles. But they seemed pleased from the way they moved in response to Caitlin. Caitlin stood up and went to them, taking the time to caress their hooded heads for a few moments apiece. She pressed each of their heads to the tops of her thigh high boots, and smiled down at them with an almost maternal air.

Caitlin gave each of them a final pat, and then made her way back to the couch. She gestured to Naomi, “Ty, Kat, this is Mistress Naomi, a very good friend of mine. She happens to live quite close to you, and offered to take temporary ownership of you now that you’ve completed the program.” She shook her head a little, as though bemused, “I must admit, submissive couples are in high demand these days, and I’ve had half a dozen mistresses already ask to try you both out.”

I saw both of them freeze at her words, and then begin struggling against their bonds, mmmph’ing frantically. The girl was shaking her head, eyes wide, when Caitlin slapped a crop against the ground. They both instantly stilled, but I could tell they were still quite freaked out.

“Slaves require owners. You should be grateful that Mistress Naomi lives nearby, and that I elected to accept her offer. I could just as easily have sent you far afield. I expect some gratitude!”

She gave them a cold stare and they both wilted a little under it. Satisfied that she had subdued them, her gaze softened a little, “You’ll be allowed to resume a portion of your previous lives, but you will reside with your Mistress and she will have the final say over your livelihoods until such time as we both are fully satisfied with your performance as trained slaves. She already has the keys to your respective chastity devices, and the codes for your security plugs. You may kiss my boots in gratitude before you leave.”

The two slowly crawled forward, both panting rather hard, though with fear, anger, or lust I couldn’t tell. They planted their kisses, through their gags. And that was that. Prospective freedom gone. A longer, much longer road of servitude than either had likely thought about when they had signed up for this.

Mistress Naomi had gotten up while they kissed Caitlin’s boots, and had drawn two blue leather collars out from her bag. Keeping them on their knees, she bent down and locked the collars on them, starting with the man, and then the woman. Kat began to hyperventilate a bit as the lock clicked home, and Naomi pressed her head into her booted leg, hushing her gently.

She crouched down in front of both of them and said gently, “I have heard a great deal about how well you have done at your training from Mistress Caitlin.” She gave them both a smile, as though she wasn’t holding leashes connected to collars locked around their necks, “I think we’ll have a lot of fun!”

With a click of her tongue, and a flick of the leashes, both of them rose as she did. Then, a wave from Naomi to Caitlin and she led them out. They staggered after their new mistress, into a new phase of their life. Their slavery had ceased to be a professional paid game, and had suddenly become real, with an uncertain end date in the vague future.

Caitlin gave a stretch from where she was on the couch, and then rose. She grinned over at me, “I do hope that was all thrilling for you, getting to see the results of my premier training program graduating. Not something many of my submissives tend to see. Obviously.”

She sauntered over to me, and began affix her strapon. I moaned as I saw it, my ass wriggling a little with unconscious desire, and she smiled at me, “And, as you saw, you aren’t the only one I’ve taken, though I admit trained slave couples are at a premium these days.”

She stepped behind me, drew my plug out with a smooth constant motion, and then began to ease into me even as I gasped from the plug’s exit.

“But you don’t need to worry about that.” She fully seated herself in me, clutching at both my ass cheeks. I groaned. God that felt…good.

“No need to worry about relationships at all anymore.” She began to rock back and forth, getting herself into a steady fucking rythym. I was keening into my gag, my body beyond my control now. I could feel myself thrusting back against her. It didn’t matter that she had kidnapped me. I wanted this release.

“Know why, slut?” I felt her grab one of the belts securing my back to steady herself as she plunged deeper into me, “Because there’s only one woman in your life from now on. Me. Your Mistress. And you will serve your Mistress. Always.”

I cried out with her final word as I felt the orgasm that had been building explode out of me in one enormous wave.