It was early spring, and Alexa was out hunting.

At forty-three years old, the gorgeous black woman still turned heads with ease. Feeling a little cheeky, she had supplemented her usual tight, black leather jacket and pants with leopard spot heels and a matching purse. Her silky hair was in a high ponytail and her ears adorned with little pearl earrings. No one looking at her would suspect her to be anything other than a cougar on the prowl.

There weren’t many chances for Alexa to do this herself anymore, as she was too busy running her organization: managing and selling her merchandise. And she was happy with that. Training all the little sluts and mutts into worthy slaves had always been her favorite part of the job. But sometimes she missed going out and taking them herself, like she had when she was just starting in the business.

So when she could, Alexa would spend a night here or there prowling for fresh merchandise. Sometimes she didn’t even go that far, instead satisfying herself with a one night stand and letting the slut go on their merry way, unaware of the fate they’d narrowly escaped. In some ways that could be almost as intoxicating as taking them. After all, it was her decision, not the slut’s.

And of course, she could strike out too. Alexa didn’t take people by force. That wasn’t her style. Never had been. She took them to bed and enslaved them there. So when she couldn’t find anyone to share her bed...

But those nights happened less often than not. Two decades of experience on top of her natural talent as a slaver had granted Alexa supreme confidence in her abilities. All in all, she had the best rate of success in her organization.

She skipped her usual first stop of lesbian bars. Alexa preferred women, but felt the urge to take a man that night.

Or so she thought. Because fifteen minutes after Alexa strolled into her third bar of the night, she struck gold.

It was a couple, or soon would be. An adorable little boyfriend-girlfriend pair that Alexa caught checking her out at the same time. She smiled, happy and hungry.

She had been at the bar, sticking her ass out as bait, surreptitiously looking around to see who was paying attention. But when she saw the kids (Alexa would eat her shoes if either of them was a day older than 25) both subtly undressing her with their eyes, she turned to look at them head on.

Both froze. They hadn’t expected this. They hadn’t even been seeking it, they had just been letting their eyes wander when their conversation lulled, coincidentally falling on the same bombshell at the same time.

And they definitely weren’t expecting Alexa to immediately make a beeline straight for them. She marched right over, enjoying the panicked reactions of her prey.

The boy’s panic was worse. His head swiveled between Alexa and his date, terrified that he was about to get accused of trying to two-time the girl across from him. It was cute. He was Asian, his short hair strategically messy in a way that actually worked.

The girl was white. A brunette with blonde highlights in her shoulder length hair. Her panic was more subtle. She looked away, down, trying to pretend nothing had happened. Alexa guessed she wasn’t totally sure about how attracted to women she was, but the way she refused to meet her date’s eyes (totally missing his own reaction) told there was something in there for men, too.

“Hey there.” Alexa sat down at the remaining free stool, not bothering to wait for the invitation.

The boy’s eyes were wide. Shocked. The girl was trying to cover up her fear with put on indignation. “Can we help you?” She accused.

Alexa chuckled, then leaned in. “Don’t be coy, honey. And don’t be shy. Just now I saw both of you—yes, both—staring at my ass.”

The kids turned to each other, shock and fear written all over their faces, confusion on the boy’s alone.

“You like girls?” He asked. “I—uh, I thought we were—“

“We are!” She answered hurriedly. “We are dating, Jay. We are. I just, um... well...”

They stammered on for a half a minute, both losing track of Alexa as they stumbled their way through the conversation. It was just too cute. But Alexa couldn’t let it go on too long. She had to take control before she lost them.

She gave a little cough, drawing the kids’ attention back to her.

“There is nothing either of you have to be embarrassed about,” she began with that assurance. Let them know she was on both of their sides. “You’re both figuring yourselves out, and your eyes wandered. It happens,” She shrugged. “And because you still have a little bit of unbroken ice in your relationship, you’re not sure what to think about it, or that you were both doing it.”

“Who do you think you are?” The girl accused, more out of a sense that she should be angry than genuine anger.

The boy fell in line. “Yeah, who the hell are you?”

Alexa held up her hands in a placating gesture. This was good. She wanted them to think of her as reasonable. “Call me Missy,” she said. That was her favorite fake name. She liked the way it was just one syllable removed from mistress. It made for a natural shift to her proper title later on.

She put her hands flat on the table. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to buy us a round of drinks, and we’ll see where the night takes us. Maybe I’ll end up walking away from this table and out of your lives forever.” She paused then, long enough to lean in and lower her voice conspiratorially.

“Or maybe we’ll all walk out of this bar together and head back to my place to have some fun.”

Her gaze smoldered as she met each of their eyes, their resistance slowly but surely beginning to crumble away.

Later, they were in the middle of their threesome—the girl’s head between Alexa’s legs while the boy was between her own—when Alexa decided she wasn’t going to enslave them that night. She wasn’t going to let them walk away from her either. No, Alexa was going to draw this out and reel them in slowly until they they chose to submit to her.

She would have them wearing her collars by the end of the year.

There names were Jay and Erica. Alexa had been right about their ages. Jay was 23, Erica 24.

Over the next few weeks, Alexa learned how much of a jackpot she had hit. Both of her new little sluts were more or less on their own. A few friends here and there, but nobody they were especially close to. They were stuck in dead end jobs they hated. Erica was treading water in student loan debt, and Jay had had to take a break from college to save up tuition money. They were also, for all intents and purposes, estranged from their families.

Not totally, but close enough for Alexa’s purposes. Both had a fair amount of baggage in that area. Isolating them was a snap. One made all the easier by their budding relationship. They were too busy falling into each other’s arms to see themselves getting cut off from the herd.

Alexa framed herself as a mentor to both of them. And not just sexually. She was soon the authority on their relationship, the person who helped them through the little spats of young love.  Erica quickly started asking ‘Missy’ for fashion tips, which Alexa was happy to share with her. A month and a half in, Jay started asking her for financial advice, and that conversation was downright delightful.

They valued any opinion she had to share. Why wouldn’t they? She was a confidant, successful woman. Her wealth was obvious, from her clothes to her car to the nice downtown apartment they were soon visiting on a weekly basis. It wasn’t even her real home, she admitted when she told them her real name was Alexa. Just what she used when she was in town. Her real home was a bit of a drive away, bigger and nicer.

They had already figured out Missy wasn’t her name fairly early on, and Alexa’s display of trust in them when she told the truth drew them further into her web (though she had them keep calling her Missy).

In short, Alexa had them wrapped tightly around her little finger.

And she was obviously their sexual mentor as well. She showed them worlds of new experiences in bed, even before she introduced a little bit of kink to their playtime. It wasn’t total domination at first. She started with blindfolds and gradually worked more into their playtime. It would have been annoying to stop herself from going too quickly with them if Alexa didn’t already own slaves she could go home to and satisfy the rest of her lusts on.

She hadn’t fucked Precious with such intensity since buying her.

Alexa stopped hunting, satisfied by her current chase. Felix, her protege and subordinate, commented on it one day. She hadn’t brought in a new slave in some time. Was something wrong?

“No,” Alexa replied as she looked over some photos, deciding which of her stock would be up for auction next. She paused long enough to decide on the Indian girl the team snatched up the previous month and handed Felix the file before going off to get changed into her auction outfit. “Just trying something new.”

The next time she met with Jay and Erica, Alexa learned she was ahead of schedule.

“Do you think we could go... further?” Jay asked when Alexa was gently tying his wrists together behind his back.  

“How much further?” Alexa asked, her eyebrow raised. She let him stand, and take a step back to talk.

“We were taking about it the other day,” Erica said. She was growing her hair out, and had gotten rid of the highlights. She was also trying out a new hair conditioner, all on Alexa’s advice. “We can tell that you’re... holding back.”

“You do so much for us,” Jay chimes back in. “We don’t want you to be uh... bored. I guess. We can go further, harder. ”

Alexa just laughed. She was half-naked at the moment, wearing only some nice bright purple lingerie. Her gaze passed between her sluts as she pretended to think over her response.

“Okay, first thing’s first.” She held her hand out to Jay. He was confused for half a second before his brain caught up and  leaned forward to kiss it.

“Good boy,” Alexa said. Then she held the same hand to Erica, who blushed a little before kissing it herself.

“The next time you come over, you will kiss my shoes instead of my hand,” she commanded. Surprise showed on both their faces. Erica’s blush deepened while Jay couldn’t keep the smile out of his expression.

“Alright, you got it!”

Alexa did not smile back. “Furthermore, from now on you will address me as Mistress when we are alone. And when I tell you to do something, your response will be ‘yes, Mistress.’ Am I understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said immediately, Erica half a step behind Jay.

Now Alexa smiled. “Good. Now Erica, help your boyfriend to his stomach. I’m going to hogtie the two of you tonight.”

And from then on Alexa was officially their dominant Mistress, not just their mentor.

The next time they came over, she wore the same leopard pattern heels she wore when she met them. Seeing them kiss those heels was heavenly.

Things didn’t change too much outside the bedroom. But Alexa started making an effort to spend more time with them. Before they would semi-regularly meet for coffee or a shopping session. Soon Alexa was taking Jay to the theater once a month, just the two of them, since he had a fondness for musicals Erica didn’t share.  Erica’s private dates with Alexa were baseball games, as she was much more of a fan of that than her boyfriend. They made collective plans for a football game when fall came around.

She bought them other presents too. Clothes. Lingerie. She even gave them new cell phones for their respective summer birthdays. The tracking devices built into them were very useful in knowing where her sluts were.

Alexa soon got them gym memberships, with orders to spend at least four hours a week there. The results were visible within a month.

Inside the bedroom the sex grew more intense, as Alexa pushed them further into their future as her bondage slaves. She always tied them up now, and brought out a crop the next time they came over.

A month after they asked her to push them, Alexa introduced her sluts to her strap-on. Jay was highly nervous about it, but she was careful, and gentle.

One day in September, while eating dinner after the football game they attended, Jay and Erica informed Alexa of their plans to move in together. Alexa informed them in turn that they would move into her apartment.

“We can’t do that,” Erica protested. Jay was nodding along, but his heart obviously wasn’t in it. Alexa smirked.

“You can and you will,” she ordered. And that was that.

Two weeks later they were settled in. A week after that Alexa ordered that they remove their clothes in the apartment. They were only to wear underwear or go naked, unless they had her express permission to wear clothes. They obeyed.

They both quit their jobs. All their expenses were paid for my their mistress, so they didn’t need them any more. They both said they would look for new ones, but Alexa told them to take a break for a month or two before starting a job search.

Thanksgiving Day came. They had dinner at an exclusive restaurant. Alexa picked out a tasteful blue cocktail dress for Erica to wear, and sapphires for her ears and throat. They brought out the color in her eyes and contrasted well with Alexa’s crimson dress and ruby jewelry. Jay was dressed in a nice shirt and slacks that were just a tad too tight for him, with his hair combed down for once.

It was when they finished this dinner that Alexa asked her sluts, in an entirely conversational tone, if they were willing to make their arrangement permanent.

“It seems pretty permanent already, doesn’t it?” Jay said with a little laugh. “I mean...” he looked around, then continued in a low voice, “I don’t think either of us can imagine a life without you, Mistress.”

Alexa smiled fondly. “Thank you, honey. But there’s another step you can take. A permanent one. Right now, you’re my submissive little sluts, aren’t you?”

Jay looked down, a tiny smile of his face. Erica blushed deeply. Alexa continued.

“And you love it. Just like I knew you would when I first saw checking out my ass at that bar.” Then she leaned in, lowering her own voice. “And just like I know you’ll love every second of being my slaves.”

She let the word hang there, drinking in the sight of their stares.

“It is exactly what it sounds like. Slavery. I would own you. Completely. I would be in control of your lives. I would make your decisions for you, decide what you wear, what you do, how you spend your time. So I suppose you’re right, your lives wouldn’t be very different than they already are.”

“We wouldn’t be the only ones, would we?” Jay’s voice was distant.

Alexa took a moment to enjoy the last bite of her steak. “No.”

“But we would...” Erica paused, struggling to find the words.” We... we’d be the only... willing... ones, wouldn’t we?”

Alexa raised a querying brow, but betrayed no surprise. "What makes you think that?"

A look passed between the two of them before Erica answered. "You never describe your job in anything but the most general terms, and you usually avoid any questions about it."

"You used a fake name for weeks after we met you," Jay added. "You're really, really careful about... a lot of stuff. More than someone normally would be.
"

"You never let anyone take your picture," Erica said. "Like, ever."

There were no words, but Alexa gave them an indulgent smile. One that very clearly said ‘yes.’

She set her napkin on the plate. “You have until December to decide. On the first of the month at 12 AM sharp, I will arrive at the apartment. If you wish to submit to your slavery, you will be waiting at the front door to greet me as usual. You will be naked, but you will have warm clothes ready to be put on. The rest of your things will be packed up. And then I will take you to your new home.”

She didn’t tell them what would happen if they failed to do any of these things. That the decision had already been made for them and their only choice was whether or not they would fight it.

Alexa stood up, enjoying the stunned looks of her slaves as she presented her hand. Slowly, but automatically, Jay and Erica kissed her fingers in turn.

Days passed.

Alexa arrived at her apartment’s building fifteen minutes early, savoring the moment before she went in. She wore a fur lined jacket, warm pants, and leopard spotted boots. She wanted to wear that pair of shoes, but it was a bit too cold for them.

Her team had been keeping tabs on Jay and Erica all week. They hadn’t done anything out of line. So when she opened the door to her apartment, she found her slaves on the floor, heads bowed and waiting for her.

“Hello Mistress,” they said as one.

“Hello slaves,” she answered. Then she waited as they crawled over and kissed her boots, one each.

“Very good,” she said. “Now stand.”

Their movement was smooth, well trained. Alexa’s smile never left her face, and only grew as she withdrew two leather collars from her jacket and slipped them onto their necks.

“Get dressed,” she ordered. “We’re leaving.”