In the end, Penelope hadn't been able to resist going back for that delightful waiter boy. The thought of him as her maid, flushed adorably red while he served her, heated Penelope in the early morning of the day after she had put Sarah away for her first vacbed session. So she had returned that afternoon, while Sarah was still adrift in her hypnotic vac bed, and caught his attention. She had expertly excited his interest and pleasantly inquired as to when he was getting off work, and then informed him she might be interested in continuing their delightful conversation elsewhere. The poor boy had nearly tripped all over himself agreeing, and she had taken great pleasure in how he seemed to go through the rest of his shift in a daze. Penelope had enjoyed fanning the flames by discretely posing, or shifting so that her leather outfit, much like yesterday's, was always in his field of vision. And he had barely been able to function towards the end of his shift, so besotted was he with the leather clad goddess who wanted him.

It had been a comparatively simple matter to get him out into her waiting car, without the longer seduction process that she had elected to use to draw Sarah in. He had followed her into the open maw of the car like a happy puppy, and had turned the most endearing shade of red when she had popped the pair of the leather cuffs, and accompanying gag from their compartment. He barely murmured in protest as she had buckled them on, and had given a loud moan when she kissed him over the gag while her hands busied themselves about his body. By the time the car was pulling into her estate he was a shivering, pleasure wracked wreck. She had depressed another button, and another compartment opened to reveal another set of cuffs and a collar and lead. All of the same exquisite craftsmanship of course.

After securing the ankle cuffs she had straddled him to lock the collar on. Her heated gaze and sheer presence combined with the feel of the collar going around his neck had him melting into the seat and her arms. Another deep gagged kiss, and then she sensually pulled him forth from the car, and into her home.

His home, too. Temporarily, at least. Probably. She hadn’t really decided yet. That was the joy of these spur of the moment captures.

As Penelope marched the boy inside she casually checked the time. Sarah would be spooling down in about an hour. Giving the leash a tug, she led the boy along towards her dungeon. Penelope flipped her phone out as she went, sending a note to Tina to give Sarah an additional half hour of pleasure in the vac bed combined with one of Penelope's patented aphrodisiacs. That done she fired another text to her acquisitions team with her new boy's details. They would ensure his employer was suitably compensated for his sudden vacation, and that no questions would be asked. She wasn't yet certain how long she wanted him for, but a two week period of service seemed a fine place to start. That done she re-pocketed her phone, the entire time having kept up a brisk pace. Her boots click-clacked along the floor towards the dungeon, and she purred internally as she heard the ragged breathing of her newest prize as he stumbled along behind her.

Penelope’s play session with him was straightforward, though he was clearly at the cusp of being overwhelmed before it even began. She unsnapped the clasps holding his cuffs together, leaving them on and his gag and collar locked in place, before sensually stripping him. As each article of clothing left, she would run her hands over his body, kissing in tender areas, pressing against him. By the time she had him down to his skivvies, he was rock hard and moaning with need. She re-cuffed his wrists and ankles, and then picked up a pair of scissors. Showing them to him, letting him know what was coming, and then kissing his gagged lips as she slowly cut through the last vestiges of his privacy. A heavenly feeling of control. The now naked boy, bereft of any shred of mental balance, could only moan and blush as she led him over to an open space by his cock. A chain descended at her command, and she clipped it to his cuffs, slowly reeling him up until he was in a proper strappado.

Penelope had worked very hard over her long career to perfect these basic enslavement scenarios. She was able, with the majority of the playmates she selected, to have them out of their minds with lust, drooling with desire, in very short order. And it was always easy to pack them away in the aftermath of the mindshattering orgasm she led them to as their first Penelope Shackleton experience. Most of them never recovered enough presence of mind to object to being packed into a vacbed, and once the cycle of programming, sex, and training began Penelope’s playmates rarely resisted being kept for as long as Penelope desired.

And so it proved with her waiter boy. She stoked his lust, his desire for her, as she groped and massaged him. She spiced his desire with pain and apprehension as she produced a flogger, and turned his ass and thighs a particularly pleasing shade of pink. She ground against him, using one hand to agitate and pinch his nipples, the other stroking his raging erection. Taking him repeatedly to just shy of the edge before backing away from him and returning to his flogging. Within forty minutes of completing her stripping of him, all coherent thought and communication had fled from his mind. Penelope was an expert judge of psychology, how better to ensnare prey, and judged the moment ripe. Her knowing hands gripped and stroked his cock with hard jerks, drawing forth an exhausted scream of pleasure from his gagged lips as he spurted. Even as he sagged in his bonds she was detaching him from the strappado, letting him sink gradually to the floor in her arms. She settled him in place, drawing him into a secure if comfortable hogtie, and whispered in his ear, “Mine.” The poor boy moaned in exhausted pleasure, and Penelope smiled and then stepped away. Her maids would see to his proper packaging, and she would check in on him later.

Sarah had been waiting for her after all.

Penelope grinned in remembrance, her hand running lightly along Sarah's naked thigh. The two of them were snuggled up in Penelope's bed, watching one of Sarah's favourite movies. The film hadn't mattered that much to Penelope, so much as Sarah's continued willing presence. It had taken precious little convincing for her to remain once she awoke from her vacbed experience, only Penelope's suggestion that they perhaps play together for the weekend. After all, Sarah was enjoying herself and in no particular hurry to move on. So why not stay, sample Penelope's hospitality, and surrender herself to pleasure? She had even made these suggestions to Sarah without the girl being in any sort of real bondage. Just a pair of soft wrist cuffs. Just enough to subtly remind her of her place.

And Sarah had enjoyed herself. That first night had been wonderful, and the enforced relaxation in the vacbed had been even better. She had enjoyed it so much that she had rather shyly requested it again the next night as Penelope had lain next to her playfully tweaking at her nipples. They had spent the day in her new friend's room, hardly leaving save for using the sumptuous bathroom next door. Meals were delivered and incorporated into their games. Part of that had been to call Penelope Mistress, and Sarah had, thrilling at the feeling it gave her when she asked, or begged, or cried out in ecstasy. By the time she had asked again for Penelope's massage, she had been thoroughly exhausted. Penelope had smiled warmly and assented, requesting only that Sarah “ask her again properly.”

Sarah had struggled up to a kneeling position on the bed, her hands being cuffed behind her, and asked, "Please Mistress, please give me a bondage massage again." She had grinned confidently after, basking in the way that Penelope's face seemed to light up, and blushing a little when she was called "her good girl". And so she spent another night being pampered as Penelope massaged her to sleep, bound in leather and rubber. Utterly relaxed and without care.

Sarah again that night had such vivid dreams, far more kinky than ever before meeting Penelope. Almost as though replaying their games from the day, but in her dreams she really was the bondage slave she played at being. They seemed to last for so long, and seemed so real, that she must have slept for some time. So much so that she had awoken quite late, nearly mid-afternoon, rebound on Penelope's bed. Her only clothing a leather body harness of straps, and ankle and wrist cuffs with about a foot of chain between them. Sarah had felt a thrill at waking up in such a way, already tied up, already halfway to once more being a plaything of her friend. On the bedside lay her play collar and a ballgag.

Penelope had breezed into the room, dressed in a leather catsuit, and settled herself across the bed, pulling Sarah in to hug her against her leather encased body. She had kissed her, giggled, and suggested a movie night since Sarah was evidently so tired. Sarah had agreed, feeling embarrassed enough that she apologized for seemingly sleeping in so much. It really wasn't like her to miss so much of the day, but Penelope just waved her concerns away, kissing and nibbling on her neck and ears until Sarah forgot her bashfulness and moaned in contented arousal. "It's alright my pet, I had to catch up on some work here at home anyway. And you look gorgeous sleeping in bondage for me.” Sarah had blushed as Penelope had casually stroked her hands along her naked sides.

Sarah's breath hitched a little as Penelope's hand dipped from her outer thigh to her inner, making small little circles as it drifted. Penelope pressed her lips to the back of the girl's neck, her other hand rising to cup and fondle Sarah's breast. She really was very good.

Penelope nuzzled against Sarah’s neck, crooning into her ear, “I’m sorry pet, am I distracting you from your film?”

Sarah moaned a little, melting back into Penelope’s embrace and shaking her head. The domme grinned and continued to nibble and kiss along the girl’s neck and jawline while her hands explored her strapped form, “I have a favour to ask of you Sarah.”

“Mmmmmm,” Sarah hummed with contentment, “A-Anything…Mis…Mistress…” She giggled a little. Still not totally used to the honorific. Still adjusting. That was alright. Penelope would be giving her lots of time, after all. Penelope reached over to the side table without otherwise shifting her body or ceasing her ministrations, and snagged the collar she had left there.

“I want you to be wearing my collar until the day you leave.” Penelope gave a throaty growl into Sarah’s ear, making the younger woman shiver with half realized desire, “I want you to beg me to lock it on, and make you my slave.” Penelope pulled gently on Sarah’s ear with her teeth while her hands continued to draw muted gasps from her, “Beg me, pet.”

It was hardly a contest at all. Sarah was already feeling a growing need to please her new friend. After all, Penny…that is, Mistress Penelope, had done so much for her. Had taken her to such heights of pleasure. Had provided her with all the accommodations necessary, and had introduced her to the almost magically relaxing experience of her bondage massage and sleep package. Sarah had never before felt so at peace. So she thought little of agreeing to Penelope’s request. After all, they were engaged almost non-stop in playing about with bondage, even when just watching a favoured movie of hers. Or eating. Or lounging around in those moments when Penelope was not actively playing with her. It seemed a small enough way of paying her back, to agree to have a band of leather locked around her throat. And so Sarah begged.

“Oh please Mistress Penelope,” Sarah began, writhing a little in the other woman’s lap and making a good show of it, “Please enslave me. Lock your collar around my neck and make me your slave.” She squirmed more as Penelope’s hands squeezed and groped in a most pleasing way, “Ooooooh, gaaaahhhhh…make me yours Mistress!”

“As you wish, pet.” Penelope’s soft response whispered against Sarah’s ears, and she shuddered with pleasure and some small degree of apprehension as the collar swept around her throat. She moaned as she heard the small snick of the lock going into place.

But soon Penelope is once more working her finger magic and Sarah’s thoughts are centered upon what she’ll have to say or do to get another one of Penelope’s wonderful massages tonight. The import of begging to be collared, of Penelope’s only vague nod towards some distant future of Sarah leaving, washed away out of Sarah’s mind with Penelope’s attentions. She twisted up, a hungry growl of her own racing out, as she found Penelope’s lips.

Penelope kissed her, one hand on Sarah’s collar, the other trailed across her chest. Though deeply enjoying the moment, a goodly portion of her mind was already elsewhere. Already busily constructing and planning the future course of Sarah’s journey with her. Done right, she would never have to remove her collar from the girl’s neck.

And Sarah would thank her for it.