"Well don’t you look scrumptious,” Nancy said, coming back into the bedroom, “A gorgeous slave boy. Aaaalllll mine.”

Adam, the boyfriend in question, had stripped down to his birthday suit, and was kneeling on the bed. As they had agreed he had buckled their leather play collar around his neck, and leather cuffs were locked around his wrists. Pining his arms behind him. Nancy gave him a playfully seductive grin, and hoped up behind him on the bed. She grabbed his black hair, just long enough to pull she noted approvingly, and forced his lips to hers. As she did so she pressed her body, covered in a latex catsuit, firmly to his and drew a long low moan from the boy.

“Mmmmm. Thank you mis-mffffggg!” Adam’s voice was cut off as she crammed a ballgag into his mouth. Nancy giggled as Adam gave a louder moan, buckled the gag shut, and then began to trail her hands over his body.

“You’re all mine tonight slave boy.” Her heated whisper into his ear set Adam’s heart fluttering, “And that means you’re done talking for a while.” They had started dating six months ago, and Nancy had only slowly revealed this obsession with kink to him. Some bad experiences in the past with ex-boyfriends, evidently. But no matter. She was good at it. Any evening she wanted to play she had only to catch his attention, cock an eyebrow, and point to the bedroom. And Adam would sprint inside, to strip and bind himself for her. And then, over the remainder of the evening, Nancy would proceed to sexually dominate and use him. Adam especially enjoyed when she whispered half thought out fantasies of sexual servitude, enslavement to her pleasure. And he strove, always, to do his best to please her during these play evenings.

After all, she had him. He was already hers.

A spank wrenched a surprised squeal out of his gagged mouth, and brought him back, “Drifting a little are we?” She nibbled at his neck around his collar, one hand across his chest, the other playing with his rapidly gathering erection. Adam groaned again, trying to thrust his hips into the hand that teased his cock, but Nancy just giggled and continued to lightly touch and stroke him. Never enough to do more than tease.

“You aren’t in charge of the pacing tonight dear.” He could hear the grin she gave him, “Not that you ever are, hmm?” Suddenly her fingers tightened around his cock and he gave a guttural groan, “You like being a little plaything don’t you?”

Adam nodded and she laughed, spanking his rear with three quick blows, “What a good, honest pet you are.” Her hands left him for a few moments. Then suddenly dark leather descended over his eyes, blocking out his sight and tightening around his head, as Nancy secured a blindfold over his eyes. She bit at his earlobe again as he moaned at the loss of vision, and whispered heatedly into his ear, “Bend over for me pet.”

Adam went down, squirming a little as he felt his girlfriend gather up his legs. He moaned as she bent them, as she wrenched leather belts around them, as he heard the snap and snick of locks sealing him away. He playfully squirmed as she ran her hands over his naked body. She began to hum happily to herself as she lifted up his midriff to stuff a couple of pillows underneath him, ensuring that his ass was raised upwards. Then her hands found his buttocks and he moaned deeply into his gag as she began to knead and massage his rear. His mind slowly settled and cleared as she went on, and on. Smoothing away his cares with her amazing hands as he lay on their bed, a bound, helpless toy for her. For Nancy.

His ability to count the passage of time somewhat degraded, Adam was suddenly startled a bit back to wakefulness as Nancy asked him, in time with her humming tune, “Are you ready, sweet boy, for your first surprise?”

Adam nodded. Oh God yes he was…was….oooooohhhhhh…

He moaned again, more deeply, as he felt something rubbery and slick with lube gently begin to press at his rear.

“Don’t worry pet.” Nancy soothed him, “Just a small one. I want you to be brave for me, and take it alright? It will make things easier I promise.” She patted Adam reassuringly, continuing to murmur calming things to him as she gently pressed the plug home. He let out a surprised squeak as it suddenly slotted into place, and Nancy immediately hugged him tightly from behind, her hands all over him, “Good boy. Goooooood booyy…I’m so proud of you, taking your first butt plug like that.” She stroked his head, idly mussing up his hair the way she always liked it.

Adam groaned, shifting his hips, and then giving a few exploratory thrusts with them. God that felt gooooood. He thrust a few more times again and then squealed into his gag as Nancy cracked a hand over his naked rump, “Hey! Just remember slave, this is only the first part of the surprise. If you waste yourself now…” She gripped his balls for a moment and gave a warning squeeze, “You’ll have to be punished. I still intend to have a very fun night, and I’m not going to abandon my plans just because you lack discipline.”

Adam grunted and nodded hurriedly, mumbling apologies and promises into his gag. Nancy kept up her grip for a few more moments, and then returned to massaging his rear. Which was an interesting sensation with the plug up his rear.

After she had settled him back down again, and had gotten him steadily moaning away and grinding softly into the pillows, she rose and went to a side table, “Now, I have to go prepare the rest of your surprise, so I’m going to leave you with some music. And some…sensations.” She fitted some earbuds to him, a pre-selected playlist of their favourite sensual playtime music flowing through him. He burbled happily into his gag, then groaned deeply as she flicked the toggle for his plug. Throbbing vibrations pulsed slowly through him from his rear, and he began humping his hips a bit more forcefully. Adam thought he heard her warn him again about cumming too soon, but he could hardly tell what was going on around him now. Everything had narrowed to his bonds, the vibrations, and the music. His own private world.

Nancy looked back at Adam, thrusting his hips on the bed as the boy squirmed in his bonds. She bit at her lip for a moment, standing there watching him, before eventually giving herself a shake and padding softly down the hall to a small closet. She couldn’t afford doubts. Nancy rummaged inside for a moment before coming out with a small black bag. Nancy checked the clock in the front hall. Ten minutes to go. Her hands trembled only a little as she undid the clasps on the bag and began pulling items out.

First a metal leather lined collar came out, and was locked around her neck. Similar looking cuffs were locked around her wrists, and then she buckled a ballgag snugly into her mouth. She stood in front of the hallway mirror for a few minutes, examining her appearance in detail. A few errant hairs were carefully tucked back, and she spent a minute fussing over her latex. Making certain everything was just so. Another check of the clock. It was time.

Nancy knelt on the floor, facing the door. She ensured her back was ramrod straight, hands laced together behind her head, and shoulders squared and proud. She kept her eyes straight ahead, and did her best to breathe deeply and calmly. She was committed.

Time seemed to drag by all the same. Nancy counted the seconds in her head. It kept her from thinking too much, for which she was glad.

Then, a noise. Nancy stiffened as she heard a key softly turning in the lock. Her apartment door swung silently open, and a woman walked in. She was Asian, with dark hair in an elegant bun and cool, penetrating eyes. If Nancy was standing she would have a few inches on her, though that could never make a difference in how she would treat her. The woman doffed the long tan trenchcoat she wore, revealing a purplish-black latex catsuit with red highlights shot through it. She wore knee high boots as well, and had a backpack slung easily from one shoulder.

Nancy maintained her gaze straightforward as the woman carelessly dumped her coat and bag on a small bench in the front hall. She strode forward to where the girl knelt, unbuckled her gag, and extended a booted foot. Nancy swiftly bent over and planted three deep kisses on the offered boot. Then the other. Her heart hammered in her chest. The gag was pressed firmly back into her mouth as she straightened and tightly buckled.

Then the woman circled Nancy, her boots making a quiet clicking sound as she went around. Once. Twice. Nancy swallowed.

On the third circle the woman stopped behind her. A small sound of approval, no more than a pleased grunt, came to Nancy’s straining ears. Then, a quiet command, “Up.”

Nancy rose as quickly as she could, and stood with her head bowed and hands clasped in front of her. Another quiet command, “Hands.” She brought her wrists behind her, and felt the cuffs brought together and locked. A shiver raced through her, though she made no sound. This was it. She felt hands on her hips, slowly pivoting her around. A small tag was snapped to the front of her collar. Nancy didn’t have to read it to know what it read: Property of Mistress Li.

A finger flicked under her chin, raising her head just enough that Mistress Li’s eyes pierced her own.

“Show me.”

Nancy nodded quickly and began to move back towards the bedroom. She couldn’t stop to think. That might bring doubt, and she couldn’t afford doubt. Not now. Not when she was so close.

She could hear Adam faintly through the door as she came up to it. A slim hand held her back briefly as the door was opened, and the two of them stood on the threshold of the room. Looking in at Nancy’s boyfriend as he grinded against the humped pillows beneath him. The buzzing vibration of his plug kept a nice steady beat to his moans and struggles, and Nancy felt a spike of lust shoot through her as she watched him.

Next to her, Mistress Li also spent a few moments watching the writhing boy on the bed before turning to Nancy, “You’ve done well slave. Very well.” She casually groped Nancy’s breasts, her eyes intent on the girl’s face. A small smile curved her lips as Nancy made a small moan, and her hands began to knead Nancy’s breasts through her catsuit, “As a reward, you may kneel next to the bed whilst I debase your boyfriend before your eyes. When I've made him my utter bitch, I want to show him that you are already mine.” A finger flicked at her tag, making a merry jingling sound, “Were always mine. All that was ever in doubt was whether I would take him as well or order you to dump him. Isn't that right?"

Nancy nodded, fear and desire twinning together in her whimper. She had met Mistress Li in university, at a Halloween party, five years ago. The petite Asian woman had come as a sexy cop, and Nancy hadn’t been able to resist. She had approached, only intending to chat with the alluring woman. Ten minutes later Nancy was cuffed and being hungrily kissed. Ten minutes after that she was seated in a car being driven away from the party, blindfolded and ballgagged. A wild night had followed, and Nancy had awoken still cuffed to the woman’s bed. The woman was stroking her hair and, once Nancy was awake, finally deigned to provide a name.

“You may call me Mistress Li. I trust you enjoyed yourself last night?” Nancy had nodded, a thrill racing through her as Li’s fingers traced along her naked body. Her captress had smiled and then coolly reached up and, in a handful of seconds, unlocked the cuffs, “Well I’ll not keep you any longer than necessary.” She had given Nancy another deep probing kiss before drawing away, leaving her gasping, desperate, and aroused. She had hurriedly dressed and then crept out to the main area of Li’s apartment. The woman was seated demurely at her kitchen table, sipping at her coffee.

“Can I…” Nancy had stumbled over the words, “Can I see you again?”

Li arched an eyebrow, “See me again?” she deliberately eyed Nancy up and down, pursing her lips, “Hmmm. You were…enthusiastic last night. I take it you’ve never been involved with kink before, correct?”

Nancy had stammered, flushing red, and Li had waved a hand, “It’s written all over you, and your attitude. If you were to see me again…” She tapped at her lip before turning in her chair to face Nancy squarely, “I would have…conditions.”

Nancy had nodded quickly, “Anything!”

“On your knees.” Li’s voice had whipped out at her, “Now.”

Before she had even thought about obeying, she was already on her knees. Li rose and left for a minute, returning later with a small box. From the box came a metal collar and cuffs, laid out on the table. Nancy’s eyes had gone wide, and Li watched her as she laid a hand on the collar, “Conditions. I don’t do dating. Keep your back straight!” Nancy stiffened and then let out a soft moan as one barefoot curled up under her chin and chucked it, “I don’t do equal, either. You wouldn’t be my girlfriend.”

Nancy sucked in a breath, trembling a little, “What…would I…um, I thought…”

Li picked up the collar and held it steadily in front of Nancy’s eyes, “I would own you. You would be my pet. My kinky slavegirl. For as long as I want to keep you, and you want to stay.” Her eyes had bored into Nancy’s, and everything in Nancy’s world narrowed to the depths in those eyes, “And I promise you, once I’m through training you you’ll never want to leave.”

Nancy’s mouth had gone dry, and that had been that.

Nancy had put up no resistance as she was collared and bound. Mistress Li had kept her there for nearly a week, introducing her to her own particular ideas of servitude, before allowing her to go back to school. Nancy found herself having to beg to return, forced to abase herself by email and by phone for Mistress Li to allow her to come back each time. And each time Li accepted, once Nancy got there, she had to slowly strip once inside, cuffing and locking herself into bondage before Mistress Li led her into the bedroom for their games. Each time demonstrating her surrender to slavery and bondage at her owner’s hand. And that would be how she would stay, naked, cuffed, and collared, until Mistress Li decided to release her.

That winter break was the tipping point. Nancy had begged for days to be allowed to attend Mistress Li, and when she had finished securing herself and knelt before Li, was promptly informed that Nancy would be staying with her until the new semester. Nearly a full month of enforced servitude and bondage. Nancy hadn’t even thought to complain or protest. It was what she had begged for after all. The two of them had rung in the new year at a local fetish club, where Mistress Li had showed off Nancy’s training. And when the new semester had started Nancy had been moved into Mistress Li’s spare room, her classes became the only times when she went uncollared and unbound.

Nancy snapped back to the present as Mistress Li absently continued to grope her, clearly enjoying the power she held over the taller girl, "You've been very attentive to my needs since you started seeing him. If he responds well to my training, and I take a liking to him, then I'll retain him for my service.” Li smiled and fingered Nancy through her catsuit, teasing the younger girl, “I may even allow you to play at being a domme again. I must admit, I’ve enjoyed watching your little sessions with your boy toy.”

Nancy moaned as Li massaged her breasts, imagining dominating Adam while Mistress Li watched and instructed her. That would be…oooooooo…Li flicked at her nipples through the catsuit, “Such a good girl setting up those cameras. Makes my job much easier if he fails to gain my favour.” Li suddenly grabbed her collar and yanked her down so she could whisper into Nancy’s ear, “Because you know what happens if he fails, don’t you pet?”

From the bedroom a guttural moan came from Adam, and Nancy’s eyes darted over to him for a moment, before she wrenched them back to Li’s own. She knew. Mistress Li had standards, and any prospective pet of hers had to meet them. And while Nancy was allowed to date as a privilege she had gained, her mistress reserved final approval over the relationship. Her previous two boyfriends had failed to pass, failed to win her owner’s approval.

So they had been sold.

She had dated Ryan for a few months, soon after moving in with Mistress Li. He had been a sweet boy, and she had thought he would be such a good fit for her Mistress. But he had last only two weeks after she had delivered him to Mistress Li, when he had been sold to a kindly upper class lady who ran a fetish household in the country. The woman had wanted a young boy toy to break and remold as a favoured pet. Nancy had been allowed to visit the household twice, and seen the pampered gimp boy he had been turned into, never freed from leather and rubber save for his cleanings.

Her second boyfriend, Carl, had lasted only a pair of days before he had tried to escape. Unfortunately for him he had gotten far enough along that he was able to take a swing at Mistress Li. Just one, but it had been enough. Nancy had come back that day from class to find a large crate being carried out the front door, and her mistress in a towering rage. She had been thoroughly thrashed for Carl’s escape attempt, and grimly informed that the young man had been sent to a ponyfarm. A strict East Asian mistress, someone Li knew personally, had bought him. Li had told her what Carl’s life was going to be like in exacting detail as Nancy, still smarting from her beating, had massaged her feet. There would be no check-in visits with Carl. Carl the human was to be stripped of his identity, replaced with the mindlessly obedient pony Chestnut. The lesson burned into Nancy’s mind. No dating anyone who would even think of offering violence to her mistress.

Neither boy had been right for her Mistress, so they had not been right for her either. She occasionally thought of them now and again, but only in passing. And only to hope they accepted their true calling in life. After all, Mistress Li knew best. But Adam would be different, she assured herself. She had had time, had been thorough. He would fit in. He would stay, with her.

And so Nancy nodded in response to Li’s statement, her eyes projecting quiet confidence.

Li gave a satisfied “mmmhm” before pausing her breast groping to run a single finger along Nancy’s jawline, “I do savour their expressions when they realize their former lives are over. That you have a higher loyalty." Her eyes bored into Nancy’s own as she pulled the gag from her mouth, letting the orb dangle from her throat, “What are you?”

Nancy’s response was immediate, “A slave, Mistress.”

“Whose slave?”

“Yours, Mistress.” Nancy bowed her head a little as she spoke, voice trembling only a little, “You own me. I have nothing beyond you, and keep nothing from you. All that I have, now or in the future, is yours Mistress.”

She saw her Mistress’ lips twitch in a brief smile, “An ad hoc, but comprehensive answer I suppose.” She jerked her head towards Adam on the bed, “And what is that?”

“An offering, Mistress. A…a request.”

“And what is your request, slave?”

Nancy sank slowly to her knees, heart hammering in her chest. Her cuffed hands twisted behind her, but she kept her eyes fixed on her Mistress’ boots as she responded in a soft voice, “Mistress, I…I beg you to enslave the boy on the bed. T-take him here, make him yours. He is…I…would like him to be a…a part of my life.” She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to continue. It had to be done. To be said. She needed him. “Your slave loves that boy, Mistress. Please don’t send him away. Please…please make him yours…” Her voice was a whisper by the end, “Please…”

There was silence above her for a moment before a hand settled gently on the top of her head, “Well. Well, indeed pet. Not so much a request as a confession it seems.” Li’s hand stroked the top of Nancy’s head, robbing the words of any possible threat, “My gorgeous, gentle slave. In love with a boy.” Nancy heard a faint, loving chuckle escape from Li as the woman hooked a finger through the collar’s d-ring and brought her back to her feet. As she began to straighten Li yanked her in close by her collar, kissing her hard and fast, before releasing her to sway on her feet.

“I won’t be easy on him.” The words sent a bolt through Nancy. A smile bubbled up onto her face as Li continued, “Nor on you pet. He still has to earn his place, and his submission will not be pain free.” Li pressed another kiss on Nancy, gentler this time but no less passionate, “I won’t separate you from him though.” She touched Nancy’s cheek, her smile almost, almost becoming a grin, “No matter what I tell him for training purposes.”

Nancy was still smiling, her eyes alight. She opened her mouth to babble her thanks and Li calmly popped the ballgag back into it. Nancy moaned, her eyes widening a bit. Li just patted her cheek, “You will be thanking me properly later. That will be another piece of his training tonight. Showing him, without a doubt, that I own you.”

Nancy nodded and then followed her Mistress into the room. She followed Li’s pointing finger and knelt down in front of her boyfriend on the floor, while Li mounted the bed behind Adam. Adam’s moans deepened as Li began to grope his rear, and then again as Nancy leaned forward and pressed her gagged lips to his own. He began moaning quickly, clearly overcome with desire and Nancy supressed a giggle. He clearly believed that her big surprise was setting up a threesome. She looked up from the joint gagged kisses to see Li finish buckling a small strapon around her waist. Then the domme leaned forward and flicked the blindfold off his face, allowing him to see Nancy, bound and kneeling in front of him. Adam moaned, and then gave a strangled grunt as his butt plug was smoothly withdrawn.

“Hello slut.” Li’s voice had taken on that stern sensuality that had driven Nancy wild all those years ago, “Your surprise tonight was being introduced to me. You see, Nancy is my slave. Has been my slave for years now, far longer than you’ve known her.” Li began to press her strapon into Adam, making the boy squirm and moan even as he listened with wide, staring eyes, “As I own her, anyone she dates becomes a part of my household as well. Tonight is the beginning of your slavery.” Li thrust herself home on the last word, drawing a pleasure and fear filled muffled shout from Adam.

“As a male slave you will be below both of us. If you respond well of course.” Li began gently thrusting back and forth, riding Adam. Nancy watched, enraptured, “If not, I’ll find a suitable owner for you elsewhere. But you are a slave now. Nothing more, and nothing less than that. This is your new life.”

Nancy watched Li deflower her boyfriend, her eyes flitting back and forth between Li’s satisfied smirk, and Adam’s own wide eyes that were fixed on her. She calmly returned his gaze. She had to show confidence. This would work.

Nancy flinched a little as Li began to spank Adam hard as she rode him, raining down blows on his exposed rear and making him howl. But she watched him, her thoughts a whirl. Adam belonged with her. And that meant he belonged with Mistress too. He would see it. He had to see it. Maybe Mistress would let her explain it to him. He would still be gagged of course. Mistress never allowed males to be without gags unless their mouths were to be used. But she could explain how wonderful her life was, how much she cared for him, and how fulfilling his life would be wearing their Mistress’ collar.

She wanted him to accept his slavery. She wanted him to be happy. She loved him, after all.