Mrs Penelope Shackleton sat at a corner table next to a chic cafe, sipping at her tea whilst reading a novel. She had decided to get out of the house that morning to give Amber and her new boy toy some space, and to check up on that slut administrator. She had spent a glorious twenty minutes with her, a quick in and out that while it might have satisfied her slave, had done nothing but rekindle a hunger for Penelope. A hunger she knew would not be met by her collection at home. No.

She needed a new plaything. She needed to take again.

And so, here she was. Not that she didn't enjoy a good dive into fiction on occasion, but she was hardly the sort to prioritize such activity when she could allow herself some time to hunt for someone. For a new experience. So she had dressed for the occasion. Knee high leather boots that appeared to be sculpted to her leg were buckled up and crossed out in view. Tight pants and a sharp looking top added to her look, with a sexy powerful looking leather jacket keeping the slight chill in the air from getting to her. She kept it mostly done up at this point, and hid her searching eyes behind tasteful sunglasses. And she watched. Patrons and passersby alike. Anyone in this upscale and student mixed area was fair game to her mind.

She had observed half a dozen potential candidates so far in the three hours she had sat there, but for various reasons had cast them aside. Each had wandered blissfully by, or sat and relaxed at the cafe, unaware at what a narrow escape they had just had from her clutches. Well, all but one. The adorably earnest young man who was waiting on the exterior tables had endeared himself a little to her. And so very polite. Engaging. Well mannered. A consummate gentleman. He would make an excellent bondage maid after a month or two of training. She made a discreet note in her phone. Not what she was looking for on her own, but one never passed up opportunities like this. She would have to return here a time or two to be certain, to get a feel for his character, but he seemed a natural. And would look so damned good on his knees. She half considered dropping something in front of him to get a glimpse.

Then earnest boy was suddenly moving towards a newcomer who was waiting to be seated, and Penelope's attention was entirely diverted from its brief daydream of his smile broken up by a large gag beneath wide, wide eyes. The woman was slim, with form fitting leathers encasing her body. Boots that were fashionable enough Penelope supposed, combined with a full ensemble of leather pants and jacket. A small helmet was tucked under her arm. Penelope felt a small thrill, her novel entirely forgotten.

The woman turned towards her table as the waiter led her over to a nearby space. Penelope saw her eyes linger on her, and her own outfit, and her smile widened just a bit. Perfect. The girl's shoulder length ginger hair was cut in a fetching bob cut, that helped frame a lovely face. Bright green eyes seemed to have a little internal sparkle that was magnified by the autumn light. The fluid way she moved, her motions ever graceful even in her leathers...A soundless growl gurgled in Penelope's chest. Yes. Yes. This was her.

Penelope's eyes didn't leave the girl and, from behind her shades, she could see her occasionally glancing over at her. At her figure, her face, her tight leather clothing. Her boots. Time for an introduction.

Penelope finished her drink and then gracefully rose. She turned towards the girl, who she managed to catch watching her, and confidently lowered herself into the chair in front of her, "Hi there. Like what you see?" Her tone made the words playful rather than accusatory

Biker girl blushed a little, one hand moving on autopilot to tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. An adorable nervous tick, in Penelope's opinion.

"Uh...I..." Penelope cut her off with a warm laugh, leaning forward to squeeze the woman's arm in a friendly manner, "It's alright. You cut quite a figure in your own leather outfit yourself." She winked, and the woman's flush deepened just slightly. But she returned Penelope's smile. Excellent.

The two women fell to talking, with Penelope leading the conversation in an expertly indirect sort of manner. The woman, who gave her name as Sarah Smith with a bit of a giggle, was just passing through town. She had gone to this university but had graduated a couple years back. And she always enjoyed coming through to hang out in some of her old haunts. And make a new friend or two. The way she relayed this last bit, eyeing up Penelope with a nervous but firm smile, stoked the hunger within Penelope. A girl with some confidence. Yes, indeed.

Forty minutes of chatting convinced her that she had indeed made a friend who would be willing to have some fun tonight. The two women paid their bill and then headed out to a nearby bar for a harder sort of drink. As they strolled along, Penelope made certain to make contact with Sarah as much as possible, a touch of an arm there, a supposedly accidental bump of her hip there, a teasing smile as she leaned past her to toggle the pedestrian signal. Laying the groundwork.

Sarah for her part was enjoying herself, the nervous tick of her hands running through her hair gradually reducing until she was reciprocating Penelope's teasing gestures. Their little games carried them into Penelope's traditional haunt, where a carefully choreographed succession of drinks had the two of them giggling and teasingly caressing one another in a handful of hours.

"Sooooo," Penelope smiled, trailing a finger across Sarah's thigh, drawing a small pleased gasp from her, "Just how much do you like...leather?"

Sarah shifted against the bench, her eyes drifting across Penelope and her outfit, seeming to be thinking something over before finally settling on giggling out her response, "Are you...asking me if I'm kinky...Penny?"

Penelope allowed the diminutive of her name. It made Sarah more comfortable. She could correct such informality later.

Penelope grinned and settled her hand on Sarah's upper thigh, the other coming up to gently guide Sarah's chin over so that she could lean in and plant a gentle kiss tinged with just a hint of hunger onto the girl's lips, "I might be..."

The two shared a small smile between them and then Penelope tapped Sarah's chin, "I don't hear a response coming from you though hun..." her hand on Sarah's thigh began tracing around on the girl's leather covered leg, dipping occasionally down onto her inner thigh. Seemingly by accident, or without directly meaning to. Sarah stifled gasps and managed, "I'm...I'm up for...for some, ah, playtime. What did you have in mind Penny?"

Penelope leaned forward, whispering into her ear in a husky voice, "I want you to come back to my place to find out. I want to make you scream my name tonight." She leaned back, seeing the hungry light sparked in Sarah's eyes, "I promise you won't be disappointed Sarah."

That settled it. Sarah nodded her agreement, and Penelope signaled the waiter for their bill. The young woman gave them a fetching smile as she sorted out their bill, which Penelope insisted on paying, and then bid the two of them a good night. They both thanked her, Penelope's arm around Sarah's hip at this point, and then made for the door. A Shackleton car was waiting outside, the driver waiting beside an opened door. Sarah blinked, a little surprised, but Penelope encouraged her inside. They piled in, giggling and caressing each other, and the door was carefully closed behind them.

Penelope dipped her hand into a small pocket installed on the edge of one of the seats, and drew out a pair of well-crafted leather cuffs. She dangled them in front of Sarah and raised an eyebrow, with a grin, "How about we get you into a bit more leather, hmmm?"

Sarah grinned, a noticeable shiver running down her spine. There was an effortless sense of dominance that Penelope just exuded. And she was apparently posh enough to rate a private car and driver in this university town. She seemed to be in for quite the night. She turned a little in her seat, her arms tucked behind her. Penelope needed no additional encouragement, and sensually wrapped each cuff around a wrist, taking care to lock them on. Once they were secured, and linked together by a single clasp, she began to kiss the back of Sarah's neck, slowly working around to begin making out with her as they sped off to her home.

The entire journey there, Penelope was carefully bringing Sarah to a panting, desperate boil. She kept her lips and hands moving over her body. Kissing at her lips, face, and neck. Her hands griping and caressing her legs, rear, and breasts. Whispering her name, and her desire, and the barest hints of her plans. The surface parts at least. Those were unobjectionable. Those promised a hot, incredibly kinky evening of pleasure at the hands of her new friend 'Penny'. Sarah moaned and writhed in Penelope's arms, thrusting her chest and lips towards her as Penelope paid each its own attention in turn.

The journey seemed to take no time at all. Though Penelope's staff had been aware of their mistress' impending return as soon as the car had picked her up. As the car pulled up to the drive Penelope was finishing giving Sarah a deep and probing kiss. As they broke apart she picked up a shiny red ball gag. With a heated look, filled with promise of what was to come, she held it up in front of Sarah's mouth. The other woman leaned forward and took it into her mouth with a confident bite, her own eyes responding to Penelope's fiery gaze. She moaned into her new gag as Penelope buckled it into place and planted another deep kiss on it, her hands massaging Sarah's breasts through her leather jacket.

"Ready to come play with me?" Penelope asked again, in a husky voice replete with promise of what was to come. Sarah nodded jerkily, pressing her head into Penelope and giving a hot moan of desire.

The two women exited the car, with Penelope's driver retrieving both of their purses. Penelope kept an arm around Sarah, kissing and caressing her as they entered her home. Penelope steered her towards her room. Not the usual way, which would have taken them to the mansion's dungeon where she would be played with and then stored. No. Not such a direct approach for Sarah. Penelope ran fingers over the back of the girl's neck, drawing more moans from her gagged captive. She wanted to try something special with her.

In minutes they were in Penelope's palatial bedroom. Clothes were discarded, and Sarah's cuffs were unlocked and then reattached to the tie down points at the top of Penelope's bed. Then Penelope set to bringing her once more to the edge of ecstasy. She opened a drawer next to the bed, where her tools of teasing pleasure were stored. She selected her chosen tools, and soon Sarah's muffled cries of pleasure ramped up ever louder, amidst the buzz of vibrators, the sensual snap and slap of a soft flogger, and Penelope's own hungry moans. Their play drew on into the night, with one of Penelope's maids on call to bring the two of them refreshment or anything else they might require as she plumbed the depths of Sarah's pleasure.

Hours later Penelope lay on her bed, with Sarah cradled in her arms. She had spun her web about her throughout the night, willingly unbinding her to switch around her bonds, delighting in the other woman's evident passion for bondage. She had even allowed her to occasionally playfully direct a spank or a grope at her own body, indulging the small sparks of topping from Sarah. Willing enough in order to make her at ease. Not that such instances were unenjoyable. They simply were not preferred from Mrs Penelope Shackleton's playthings. But there would be time for that later. The other woman always ended up back in leather bondage though, whether armbinders, or straps, or cuffs, or whatever else Penelope wanted to see on her. Currently she had a thick blindfold strapped to her head, and bondage mittens buckled and locked around her hands, connected in front of her. And she was moaning, ungagged, as Penelope's hands explored her.

She leaned down, drawing her lips sensually along Sarah's neck, to then whisper in her ear, "I'd like to give you my own special brand of massage sweetheart. Would you like that?"

Sarah nodded, arching her neck and whispering something vaguely approaching words as Penelope bent back to lick and kiss along her jawline.

"Good girl. Don't move."

Penelope rose from the bed, and moved to the closet. Out of which she rolled a large massage table, with large sheets of rubber laid on top. She carefully ensured it was all ready, and then went back to the bed to coax Sarah upright, and off the bed. Leading her over to stand beside the table, she gently removed the woman's blindfold. Sarah blinked again in the low light of the bedroom, having been blindfolded for some time, before looking at the massage table and giving another grin, "Figure you would integrate bondage into even a massage."

"Is that a refusal?" Penelope was wrapped around her from behind, whispering into her ear as she nibbled at it. Sarah gave a groan of pleasure and shook her head, "Not at all. I love all of this. I can't remember the last partner I had who seems to love bondage as much as I do."

Penelope gave a throaty chuckle, pulling on Sarah's hair to bring her head back and kiss her neck and jaw again, "Oh you have no idea sweetling. I am just happy that you are keeping up with me. Ready for your massage?"

Sarah gave a pleased shudder and nodded. Penelope helped her up and onto the table, "Now, I'm going to explain this to you on the front end. This is my certified bondage massage experience. First, hood on." 

She produced a large leather hood, and both of them grinned at one another, "This has built in earphones so that I can still talk to you, as well as play some soothing music so you can get fully into a relaxed state. There is also a built in gag." Penelope winked, "I think you'll enjoy sucking on it while I work you over."

Sarah grinned and gestured, "Gimme then you sexy tease."

Penelope needed no second urging. Sarah's head was rapidly consumed by the thick leather of the hood. As it settled into place she felt herself becoming cut off from the outside, Penelope's movements and shifts against her only very dimly heard. As promised, there was indeed a penis gag on the inside, which she took inside her mouth as the hood was tightened over and over again around her. Her sight was utterly gone once more by the hood. She felt Penelope's hands running along her arms and naked body after finally finishing with the hood's tightness. She moaned into the gag, sucking a little almost by reflex. She felt Penelope press her back onto the table, and she lay down facing up. Suddenly a small click sounded in her ears, and Penelope's smooth soothing voice came though the small speakers,

"Well my little sex pet, how does that hood feel? Good?" Sarah moaned affirmatively, and heard Penelope distantly giggle, "Well then, I'm going to seal you up in this vac bed you are on, and turn it on. Once you are completely immovable, then the bondage massage begins. I promise you, its the most relaxing experience you've ever gone through. My way of thanking you for coming home with me."

Sarah moaned into her gag. Tonight had been wonderful. She felt it should be her thanking Penny for such an amazing experience. And perhaps, just perhaps, asking to see her again. She was in no hurry to move on from this town after all. It would be a fun side adventure to stay here and play with Penny. The other woman certainly knew her way around a bondage scene, and it was certainly fun to not have to be the initiator of such play. 

Sarah's thoughts carried her through as Penelope tucked her into the vacbed, making certain all her limbs were properly splayed out but close enough to her body. Then, with a sucking whine, she flipped the switch on the bed, and Sarah was rapidly compressed by the rubber of the vacbed. Sarah moaned through the gag, hood and sheets, and Penelope only heard a faint tinge of it. Perfect.

She began to lightly caress and stroke Sarah's body, so perfectly displayed and outlined by the rubber. She keyed the remote again, and crooned into Sarah's ears, "Now relax my pet, and let me massage all your cares away."

She keyed off the mike and allowed the pre-built playlist of relaxing instrumental music begin. She set to giving Sarah a massage with a will, taking care to slowly work her way from head to toe, and then back again, paying attention to every part of her encased, helpless body. By the time she had reached her feet on the first go around, Sarah was moaning and sucking on her gag almost non-stop. By the time Penelope had worked her way all the way back to her head, paying special attention to her breasts and sex, she was quietly moaning, her movements stilling. Penelope smiled, continuing her massage as she waited. She was patient after all. Quite patient.

Eventually she could hear and see the even breathing that announced she had massaged Sarah to sleep. Taking care to continue her motions, Penelope reached down and punched a short code into the box attached to the side of the table. Inside the hood, the music shifted, becoming even softer. And slowly, ever so slowly, a voice would become audible. Penelope's voice. Whispering to Sarah. Crooning softly into her ear, telling her what a wonderful time the two of them were having. How she was so wonderful for trusting Penelope. How much Penelope loved her, and her willingness to submit.

And then there would be more. How wonderful it felt to be bound. How Penelope's touch sent such shivers of delight and pleasure through her. The recordings would encourage her in these feelings, reinforce them. Tell her that really, it was only right and proper since she enjoyed leather so much. Really, if she enjoyed it so much, leather bondage was a natural continuation. And if she was going to want to be bound, why not stay with Penelope? After all, they had both enjoyed themselves so much, so why not stay? And if she was going to stay anyway, which she should of course, then she should ask...no, beg for a collar. Penelope would so love to see her on her knees begging for the collar that would be dangled in front of her.

And then the recordings would continue. Leather bondage slavery would be so wonderful! After all, Penelope was such a wonderful mistress, and Sarah would make such a wonderful slave. Really, that was what she was anyway, wasn't it? And if she needed someone to collar her, it really should be Penelope, since she cared for Sarah so much. Submission would bring her such pleasure. She belonged in a collar. She belonged at Penelope's feet. At her Mistress' feet, bound, gagged, and collared. She needed that. Wanted that.

Penelope smiled as she made small circles with her fingers around Sarah's rubber encased breasts. She knew just how convincing the recordings were, having used them on one or two other particularly special playmates in the past. They would keep her under, gradually working their magic on Sarah, for hours and hours. Oh to be sure, she would require more than just a single session. But Penelope was confident that once she unwrapped Sarah, the other woman would be eager to stay and play. And in the course of that play, tomorrow, and perhaps the day after next, Penelope would gradually make her changes. That Sarah, since she was playing the sub, should stay naked, apart from whatever leather items Penelope chose for her. That she should stay bound, because why not? And after a couple days of play, Penelope would bring out a leather slave collar, dangle it in front of her, and ask her how she might feel about giving it a go. And she fully expected Sarah to eagerly thrust her neck into it, and submit to her. The hypnotic programme was quite, quite effective at that.

Penelope pressed a discreet button and immediately the maid who had been outside marched inside. She was dressed in a glossy rubber French maid outfit, chains tinkling from her wrists and ankles as she moved. Her face was hidden within a Gwen hood, only her forehead eyes and nose showing. Inside, she would be sucking on her own cock gag. Penelope smiled at her, and gestured towards the now sleeping Sarah, "Let's get her settled Tina."

The maid grunted a respectful affirmative, and then began pushing the movable table with its sleeping, increasingly hypnotized captive, out the door. Penelope followed as they went to another room of the house. As she entered, a hand continuing to massage at Sarah's breast, she was greeted by another maid, dressed like the other, who sat behind a well-appointed control panel with a series of monitor screens. Racked along the other wall were several bunk bed looking structures, two of which were occupied by other rubber vac bed encased figures. Hoses winded up from those two beds, as well as monitoring wires and cables.

The two maids, working together, slotted Sarah's bed into an unoccupied space, and began hooking her up to the system. This would enable them to monitor her whilst her training programme was active. Though she was a special enough case that would get to be unwrapped several times during it. She was, after all, not wholly unwilling.

Penelope went over to inspect the other two encased figures. One, the boy that her people had picked up for Amber, was on hour ten of his programme. Amber had evidently decided that a barrage of pleasure in addition to the hypnosis would break him down. Penelope absently tweaked at a nipple, groping him for a few moments and dialing his vibrators up a couple notches before moving on. His increased moans as the vibrators hooked up to him blazed up again were music to her ears. She moved back over to Sarah's form, giving her head a final caress before heading up to bed. In a few days time Sarah would be warming her bed herself, as Penelope's collared submissive bondage slave. And she would think that the whole idea was prompted by her own desires. Penelope grinned as she re-entered her bedroom.

She couldn't wait.