Sarah and Erin had been quite excited when Jane, the director who they reported to as interns at the company, had reached out to them and asked if they wanted to attend a dinner and a show with her after work on Friday. They had been interns with the company for about six months, and recognized a career discussion opportunity when they saw one. The two friends chatted about the possible opportunities all week, making certain that their work remained excellent. Friday rolled around soon enough.

Sarah, a vivacious redhead with a hard charging attitude to match, had spoken with Jane just before leaving work. The director, slightly shorter than either of the two girls but with such a commanding presence that they always felt she was six feet tall, had given Sarah directions to the little hole in the wall restaurant that she would meet them at for dinner. Sarah ensured that Erin would be there on time. The blonde woman could be a trifle spacy at times, more because she was easily distracted than anything else. Both interns did their best to dress in professional yet slightly daring attire, with Sarah as was her want being a little more willing to up the arousal factor.

The two young women arrived to find Jane already there, and dressed in elegant evening wear. From her smile, both of the girls were confident their efforts were appreciated. Sarah in particular noticed how Jane’s eyes hovered over her just a little longer than strictly necessary, and lit up a little more than normal as Sarah eased down to sit close to her. The table itself made for intimate eating, and Jane remarked happily that they would have the place largely to themselves. Some enjoyable tension seemed to smoulder between Sarah and Jane, from Sarah’s perspective, as the older woman wined and dined them over the next several hours. Talking about their bright futures, complimenting their work, and encouraging the two interns to lay out their plans and ambitions for their future. Towards the end of the meal, both young ladies felt at ease, yet also afire with desire to spend more time with this confident, domineering, woman who seemed to be an unmissable delight.

As the dinner drew to a close, Jane laid a hand on Erin’s arm, and on Sarah’s thigh, and asked coyly if the two girls wanted to continue on and join her at a private club that she was a member of to carry on their evening.

Both of them accepted the invite, eager to reap professional rewards from their association with Jane. Though what neither of them wanted to admit to the other was that their heads were swimming with arousal. Neither was certain what the cause was, if Jane was simply that desirable, if dinner had put them both in the mood, or if there really was something in the special wine that Jane had ordered which had pumped up their ardent desire. Either way, neither was about to willingly abandon an evening with Jane. Their director, for her part, did nothing to ease these feelings as she casually, and seemingly by accident, kept up a random barrage of caresses, accidental squeezes, and pressing herself into both of them as they left the restaurant, hailed a cab, and headed over to her club.

Jane led them out and through the solid looking doors, trading a brief pass phrase with the bouncer which allowed the three women indoors. Once inside she ushered her charges over to a small alcove, where a young lady dressed in a slick looking blue dress stood behind a counter. Jane informed her that she had two guests, “under consideration. I would appreciate them being secured to my name for the evening.” The young woman behind the counter murmured acknowledgement and began punching an entry into her computer, before placing two small boxes on the counter. Jane bid her two interns to take up the boxes and put on what was inside.

Nestled within each box on a velvet pad were slim crimson leather collars. Jane grinned as the two women looked back up at her, blushes covering their cheeks and reassured them, “It’s a little fetishy and kinky I know, but it’s a means for us to ensure everyone understands at a glance that the two of you are guests and under my purview. Sometimes members can get a trifle enthusiastic with one another, and we don’t want someone spiriting you away.” Jane winked, and Sarah felt herself flush darker, “Not without my say so anyway.” Jane’s gaze snared Sarah and silently urged her to take up the collar.

Neither girl protested all that much, both were still swimming in aroused and adventurous mental pools from the dinner. There was some hesitation, but eventually both of them had buckled the collars around their necks, and Jane had given each a reassuring, yet quite sensual, hug. With their status in her club now secure, Jane led the two of them through the heavy curtains into the club proper. Sarah and Erin had never been to a kink club before, and the two young women were both amazed at the number of people, and the openness with which activities were carried on with. There were bound men and women in all manner of positions, some tied to furniture, others being enjoyed on the scattered couches, and still more captives being used as servants and wait staff for the patrons. There were a smattering of young men and women in red collars as well, which reassured both of them that this was standard club practice and not their director having a laugh at their expense.

For they both found that they very much didn’t want her to be laughing at them, or pulling a prank. They both deeply wanted to impress her, to register with her as, if not equals, then women of desire. The professional beginnings of the evening were beginning to fray for both of them.

Jane took up a seat at a table with long padded benches with sinfully comfortable backs to them and beckoned the girls to join her. They had a good view of the stage, where a demonstration binding and flogging were taking place. A young man approached their table, clad only in slick black leggings (latex they both later learned), a thick black collar, and wrist restraints. Jane ordered drinks for the table, informing the boy that “my guests will take the usual induction drink routine.” The boy paused for just a moment before he bowed and murmured, “Yes Mistress.”

This reaction provoked some giggles from both girls, and Jane smiled with them.

“That’s an interesting title,” Erin tittered. Sarah playfully bumped Jane, feeling more at ease with her.

Jane’s smile widened and she wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist to pull her more tightly against her, and she leaned in to whisper, “I bet I could make both of you call me that…”

This provoked more nervous and aroused giggling, which Jane joined in before turning the conversation back to stoking up the desires of her guests about the club. Each of her answers was calculated and determined with her singular goal in mind. Each given tidbit about the club served to excite her guests. The drinks arrived, two dark concoctions for the girls, and a gin and tonic for Jane. The drinks were sipped at eagerly, the pleasing warmth adding to the enjoyable atmosphere. Before long Erin was staring raptly at the stage as the model, wearing a red collar just like her and Sarah, was corded up fully in rope. A cherry red ballgag was tightly strapped into her mouth, and the domme on stage began sensually flogging her to scattered applause from the sitting area.

Sarah, for her part, was staring less at the model, or any of the goings-on, and far more at the woman who had brought them both here. Jane’s eyes would trace over her and over Erin as they roved around the club. Every time they alighted on Sarah the young woman would blush and try to make a play at engaging conversation. Jane would cordially respond, always following up such remarks with a touch that sent racing, thrilling sparks shooting up Sarah’s spine. A touch on the arm, a brief hug around the waist, and eventually more daring bits. A trailing caress down her thigh, a single finger tracing her jawline, a playful tug on her collar. Sarah, in a little under half an hour, wanted her boss in a way she had never remembered wanting anyone ever before.

Which was precisely her frame of mind when Jane leaned in to her, one hand settling almost possessively on her thigh, and asked, “Would you like to try?”

“T-try?” Sarah asked in a husky voice, a trembling hand coming to rest on top of Jane’s own.

The older woman smiled, and used her other hand to grab Sarah by the collar and pull her down so her head was slightly below Jane’s, submissively positioned to allow Jane to whisper into her ear, “Some bondage, sweetie. I want to tie you up.”

Drunk on arousal, and on confirmation that her feelings seemed to be reciprocated by the gorgeous, confident, older woman, Sarah could only nod. Jane smiled hungrily back at her, and then casually informed Erin that she was showing Sarah something, but that she would return for her in a little while. Erin, enthralled with the stage presentation, nodded her acceptance, continuing to sip away at her ‘induction’ drink. Jane summoned the waiter again, informed him that he was to continue serving Erin her induction drinks, and then to go, “speak with Lady Scarlett when she is ready.”

Jane led Sarah away, past many set pieces and club goers, all engaged in activities that made the young woman blush furiously as she imagined being subjected to some of what the collared club goers were involved in. Eventually they reached a small room, which Jane ushered Sarah into, before thrusting the girl up against the wall and giving her a powerful kiss.

“MMmmmmmm,” Sarah moaned into Jane’s mouth, her hands going to the other woman’s waist.

Jane broke away from the kiss, that predatory smile back on her face and murmured, “Well that’s the first thing we’ll have to deal with. Those wandering hands.” She produced a pair of leather bondage cuffs, from a nearby table that Sarah saw was festooned with other such gear, and made a twirling motion with her finger. Sarah turned around, and gasped as she felt her wrists collected and cuffed. Next ankle cuffs were attached, before Sarah was led over to a padded structure that she found herself bent over. Her legs were locked at the ankles to opposing points, forcing them apart and hiking up her dress. She flushed as she realized her undergarments were on display now, and then moaned as Jane ran her questing fingers over her backside.

“J-Jane I mmffggh!” Sarah closed her eyes and moaned as the ballgag was pulled forcefully into her mouth, cutting off further conversation. Jane buckled it snugly in place, before she attached another chain in front of Sarah to her collar, preventing the girl’s head from moving much. Her undergarments were drawn down to expose her rear fully. And then she began to flog her.

A slow sensual flogging, building up and feeding the fire of Sarah’s desire. Interspersed with whispered promises of what was to come. Of how badly Jane had always wanted to see Sarah like this, bound and bent over for her. Sarah’s mind was an explosive potent blend of passions then, and hearing that her sexy, seductive boss wanted her, sent her hurtling along. Within moments she was moaning, thrusting herself at the padded bench, and mumbling into her gag in begging tones for Jane to keep going.

Which was the cue for Jane to lean over her, groping her ass, and ask in that domineering fashion she had adopted in the room, “Do you want me to fuck you, slut?”

Sarah moaned into her gag, and nodded, her chain and collar jingling a little. Jane gave her an approving spank, “Well then I need to get ready. But I think if I’m going to pleasure my little slut, she needs a better collar. Something that reflects her status, hmmm?”

Sarah could only nod and moan, her rational mind utterly crushed beneath the weight of her arousal and lust for the woman doing this to her. She felt the slim collar unbuckled and tossed away, and then a thicker collar put in its place. Locked in its place. She moaned as additional cuffs were locked around her upper arms and connected, making her position more stringent. And then, a few minutes later, she felt Jane return. Felt the cool kiss of metal as Jane snipped away her panties. Felt her dress hiked up further, and then felt warm slick fingers begin to explore her. Drawing more moans, more eager thrusts back and forth, as Sarah lost herself to the sensation.

When Jane finally began to press her strapon into the young woman, Sarah’s mind was only concentrating on the sheer pleasure of her bondage, of her submission to her boss, of the powerful, sensual thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through her. Jane expertly kept her riding that wave, calibrating her thrusts to ensure that Sarah’s orgasm was staved off for as long as possible. Driving her to distraction with the overwhelming need to cum, and depriving her of that satisfaction. Demonstrating her control over her, reinforcing Sarah’s submission with every wail, every pleading sound she made. Driving home the undeniable fact that she was a submissive little slut, and that Jane was her superior. Her domme. Her owner.

When Jane finally thrust her through to completion, finally pushed Sarah over the edge, the resulting explosion of pleasure was intense enough that Sarah fell into that odd half awake state wherein her awareness was limited to little more than replaying the past. Remembering the sensations of Jane’s strapon plunging in and out of her, of Jane’s sexy dominating talk of Sarah being her slut. Her owned toy. When she did swim back to awareness, eventually, she found that her outfit had been updated.

Her dress had been removed, she dimly recalled the cool metal sensation as it was carved away from her. In its place, the warm embrace of latex covered her entire body, from her ankles and wrists to her neck. Her arms were trapped in an armbinder, with several supporting straps wrapped around her torso and arms. Her feet, clad now in boots of some sort, were still cuffed. Her collar was the same. Her gag had been removed, with a warm kiss that she had enjoyed, and replaced with something that felt a lot like a rubber penis gag. She was still bound in place, and could feel the warm, welcome pressure of Jane’s hands massaging her rear. And then, slick fingers were between her thighs once more.

She moaned and thrust herself back, and was rewarded with the warm laugh she craved to draw from Jane, “Ah, my little slut is back with us. Just in time for round two. I’ve just taken delivery of your little friend…”

Sarah blearily looked around, still moaning into her new gag as she began to suck on it, and found the form of…someone…in front of her. A female form, all in black rubber, and stringently bound on all fours. Calves strapped to thighs, and forearms to upper arms, forcing…forcing Erin…to remain on all fours. A thick hood and collar kept her facing downwards, and completely removed any hint of her identity. But Sarah knew. Her friend had joined her in bondage. Was positioned in front of her and frantically thrusting to the humming of vibrators that Sarah had no doubt were buried deep within her.

As the realization that both of them were now bound fetishized captives hit home, Jane thrust her strapon back into Sarah, drawing a loud moan from the girl. And as Jane settled into a sensual pumping rhythm, she began to explain the evening. Jane had indeed been assessing the women, but not for anything as mundane as a corporate position. The dinner had been a calculated action to determine if she felt compatible with them, and she rapidly had come to the conclusion that both of the girls were desirable. Which was when she decided to trick them. To have them accompany her to this club, and have them willingly collar themselves to be let in. That had been the first submission. The red collars had indicated that they were her guests true enough, but her submissive guests. Guests who would be entered in the club’s register as being under assessment to be Jane’s playthings.

Sarah groaned into her gag, still thrusting back against Jane’s strapon as she listened to the woman. As she watched her friend frantically humping the air in her bitchsuit.

Once inside the club it was simple enough to have the girls begin drinking beverages infused with aphrodisiacs, and a few other helpful additions that made them increasingly horny, and increasingly pliable. Nothing terribly overt, merely concoctions that would encourage them to give in to naturally felt desires. Which was how Jane had succeeded in pulling Sarah away for her session. And how she had insured Erin would eventually request trying out some bondage from the domme, Lady Scarlett, who just happened to pass by at the appropriate juncture. And now, here they both were. Professional women no longer. Anyone who spared a glance at either of them would know Sarah and Erin for what they were…slaves.

Jane chuckled as she began to thrust more quickly into Sarah, driving the younger woman once more towards orgasm, “You’ll both be taking extended leave from the company, starting today actually. I had the paperwork drawn up and completed while the two of you were primping and preening for me tonight, like good little sluts. A few weeks of intensive slave training should be sufficient at the start.”

Sarah yelped into her gag as Jane spanked her, hard, several times, “You are going to be my pretty, slutty little secretary at the office. Dressed like the plaything that you were, you’re going to be the pretty trophy I show off to the office. And anytime you aren’t at your desk, you’ll be under mine. Pleasuring me while in bondage. I’ll even have a slim little collar made for you at work. So all the world knows that you…are…mine!”

Sarah screamed with pleasure into her gag as Jane’s thrusts carried her over the edge. Even as she shuddered and quaked with lusty desire and sated pleasure, Jane was still talking.

“Of course, I can only have one secretary. So little Erin is going to officially tender her resignation at the end of her leave. She will be my little pet, kept in that wonderful little bitchsuit. Perhaps eventually I’ll allow her to try being my pony, but I adore the idea of her always being on all fours. Of never needing to speak another human word.”

Sarah moaned, the sense of being overwhelmed, with pleasure and now a sharp tang of fear roaring through her. Jane groped her ass and began thrusting again, sending jolts of pleasure through the exhausted woman, “Awwww. Is my little slut afraid? Angry that I tricked her? Well, silly girls who don’t realize they are only good for being toys shouldn’t be angry that their betters trick them.” Jane ran her hands down the slick latex catsuit she had dressed Sarah in, “They should be grateful that they were finally taken in and shown their true calling. By the time I’m done with you, my sweet slut, you’ll be so pathetically grateful that I tricked you. That I made you my slutty secretary. My collared little bitch.”