Looking up at the house, Amanda let out a big sigh, she had finally made it. Having just graduated, she packed her things and was moving halfway across the country for her new job, and she was excited to start this new chapter of her life. She was moving into the upstairs suite of her landlady's house, who happened to be a single woman named Jean. Amanda wasn’t exactly sure how old she was, she assumed her early 40s, but she looked great for her age. Jean lived on the first floor and had the basement while Amanda had the upstairs. They shared an entryway but besides that they essentially each had their own space which Amanda appreciated. They had talked online before Amanda’s move and exchanged pleasantries when Amanda arrived but they hadn’t talked much until about a week or so after her arrival when Amanda got a text inviting her out for a drink after work. Amanda arrived at a local bar only a few minutes from their home and spotted Jean at a table.

“Thank you so much for coming! I’m glad this worked out!”, Jean said as she got up from the table and gave Amanda a hug.

“Of course! After the day I’ve had I could definitely use a drink.”

Time seemed to fly by as a dull moment never entered their conversation. It just felt easy. They talked about everything from their families, hobbies, and past relationships. The two found they had a lot in common when it came to their various interests, and as the night went on, Amanda felt more reassured with her new living situation. Being completely new to the area it was nice to know she wasn’t completely alone. Their conversation eventually drifted to work, as Amanda filled Jean in on what it was that brought her to the area. This is when Jean mentioned that she works from home, mostly out of the basement, and recently started up a new side business that has been going well. Noting that she has clients come by the house fairly often and that Amanda can send them to the basement if she happens to see them.

Meetings like this turned into regular events for Jean and Amanda over the next few months. Whether it was dinner, drinks, or a walk at a nearby park. It was to the point that Amanda was comfortable calling Jean a good friend. And Jean was not kidding about her clients coming over. It seemed to be happening more often as time went on, but Amanda would find herself answering the door and pointing out the basement for them a few times a week now.

Amanda respected Jean’s privacy and never inquired as to what she was doing out of the basement but was given a clue when one day, Amanda happened to be leaving the same time Jean was letting a client out. Amanda stayed quiet and could hear Jean and the client move towards the door and as the client left they said, “Thank you for your time mistress.”

The next night Jean and Amanda were watching a movie when Amanda decided to grab a snack.

“Hey do you think you could grab me something too?”, Jean asked.

Amanda was about to respond when she had an idea to poke some fun at her landlady turned friend. She turned towards Jean and in the most over the top manner she could muster, said, “Of course mistress.”

Jean’s eyes went wide as her head shot towards Amanda, who now found herself bursting out in laughter. It took her a few seconds to recover but Amanda then immediately reassured her friend.

“It's ok, it's ok don’t worry. I just overheard you letting a client out yesterday. What you do in your own time is your business. Not an issue whatsoever.”

Amanda returned with the snacks, with a little extra for Jean, and their night continued on as normal. More weeks went by and they entered their regular groove. Amanda’s job was going well and Jean seemed to have clients coming over regularly, some Amanda even started to recognize. She never pried further into what Jean was doing down in the basement but people continued to come and go. Whatever it was, she seemed to be pretty good at it.

Then one Saturday, as Amanda was returning home from her morning jog, she noticed a visibly frustrated Jean sitting on the couch.

“Uh hey Jean is everything ok?”

Her face was in her hands as she sat back and let out a long sigh, “Ugh not exactly. I’ve got a get together with a bunch of my coworkers tonight and I was going to be accompanied by one of my clients but they just dropped out on me last minute. I don’t have enough time to ask anyone else.”

“Aw I’m sorry Jean. You can’t just go by yourself? I’m sure your coworkers would understand”

“They might. I have gone alone before but it’s just a bit embarrassing and this was going to be my first time with someone. I’m still new to the group and I’m trying to make a good impression.”

Amanda sat next to Jean on the couch and they were together in silence for a moment before Amanda spoke up, “Well, what if I went with you? I’d be happy to help you out”

Jean looked up at Amanda, “Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Why not? I don’t have any plans tonight. It’d keep me off the couch.”

Jean smiled and shook her head, “I appreciate you wanting to help. I really do. This type of event is just… It’s a little different.”

“Different how?”

“It involves my work,” Jean said motioning to the basement door which Amanda had never been through.

“Oh so like, ‘mistress’ stuff,” Amanda said, using her hands to make air quotes.

“Yeah mistress stuff”, Jean replied with a slight laugh.

Amanda looked at Jean. Having come to this new city with very little, Amanda was appreciative for everything Jean had done for her, and she wanted to return the favor, “I don’t know Jean, I've got a pretty open mind. You’re not scaring me away.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Jean stared back at her friend and then quickly looked at the time, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into but if I can’t talk you out of it we have to get moving. I can give you some more details during the ride over. Go clean yourself up and meet back down here as soon as you can. I’ve got to finish packing.”

Jean scurried downstairs with a renewed purpose as she left Amanda on the couch. Amanda quickly showered and dried herself off. Not sure exactly what to wear, she tossed on leggings and a shirt. Coming back downstairs to see Jean carrying two bags out the door. Jean ushered her into the car and they were soon on their way.

“I don’t have that much time before we get there but I’ll do my best to explain”, Jean said as she took a deep breath.

And this is where Amanda learned all about what was going on down in the basement. Jean went on to explain that she is a dom, a mistress, and that it was something she had always had interest in, but she hadn’t started taking clients until she bought her home. Which was a few months before Amanda moved in. She had slowly been building her business and had been told of this group that puts on events once a month. It consists of people similar to her in the scene and she figured I’d be a great way to get involved locally and maybe even make a friend or two. Jean went on further to explain the group. Saying how there will be other doms there along with their subs, and others just interested in the scene. Amanda’s mind was racing as she was trying to listen and take it all in. She had heard of stuff like this before but had never looked into it much personally.

“Now your role for tonight is to be my sub”, Jean said, giving Amanda a glance.

“Your sub?”

“Yup my sub! My submissive. Most doms will have theirs as well. You’re my guest for this event and also my friend but for tonight you kind of belong to me. Have you ever experienced bondage before?”

“Bondage? Umm no not really. I’ve seen a random video here or there but never anything in person.”, Amanda slowly replied now beginning to understand the type of event she had got herself into.

“Well a first time for everything I guess. You’ll be put in some bondage by me. And possibly by some of my friends. They like to do that. But you’re my sub so just follow my lead and do what I say.”, Jean happily replied, “And maybe we might even have fun with it. Who knows.”

Amanda could tell Jean’s frustration from earlier had completely dissipated as the drive went on. She could see how excited Jean was, and she was happy to help out a friend. But Amanda was getting a little nervous, as she was going to be a bit out of her element. She took a deep breath and tried to reassure herself. She is with Jean. Jean knows her stuff. It will be ok.

Not too long after, they arrived at the venue. Parking the car, grabbing their bags, and making their way inside. From the outside, the building appeared just like any other and you would’ve had no idea anything was going on. Upon entering, Amanda noticed a row of open changing rooms as Jean was digging through their bags.

“I think this will fit but do your best to put this on. There is lube in the stalls and do not be afraid to use as much as you need. I’ll change then come check on you”, as Jean handed her a black garment and entered one of the rooms.

Amanda entered a stall, quickly removed all her clothes, and took a better look at what had been handed to her. It was smooth in her hands and gave off a peculiar smell which took her a second to recognize, latex. She held it up in front of herself, as it reached from her neck down to her toes. Pulling the zipper all the way down, Amanda liberally applied lube to her legs, and began working herself into the catsuit. She went slow, and it would've been slower without the lube, but it was Amanda’s first time putting one on and she didn’t want to make any mistakes. Soon the catsuit was tightly hugging her legs up to her waist. She applied more lube to her arms and chest, before squeezing her arms into the sleeves. Reaching for her back, she found the zipper and managed to pull it shut before turning towards the mirror.

“Oh wow”, Amanda said as she saw herself. The catsuit was exactly her size. Only her head and hands were exposed but it left very little to the imagination. Amanda did her best to keep herself fit and it clung to her in all the right places. For a moment, she understood what people liked about this sort of thing.

“Someone looks like they're ready!”, Jean said as she barged in Amanda’s stall, causing her to jump, “How's the catsuit feeling?”

“Honestly it fits great! I know it's convenient we are similar in size but it almost feels like this was made for me-”, Amanda trailed off as she turned towards Jean.

Amanda had to stop herself from her jaw hitting the floor. Jean was also wearing a black catsuit, but it was not the only thing. Black high heeled boot which traveled to just above her knees were tight against her legs. A black corset with red trim pulled in her waist and pushed out her chest. Completed by Jean’s long black hair which had been straightened and settled perfectly against the catsuit. Her makeup was subtle but enough to be powerful. Her friendly landlady had been transformed into a world class latex goddess.

Jean, taking delight in her presence stunning her friend, gathered Amanda’s belongings in her bag and tossed them in the storage room. She took Amanda’s hand and said, “Stay close, follow my lead, and do what I say. Just remember what I said in the car. You’ll do great.”

They walked through the door at the end of the hall, and finally entered the event. Jean had described it as a get together with work friends, but to Amanda, it felt much more like a party. There was a decent crowd but still plenty of room for everyone to be comfortable. She was also thankful for the catsuit, as it appeared everyone else had some sort of exotic outfit as well. Catsuits of all different colors were present, with varying levels of accessories looking similar to Jean. There were some who were barely wearing anything at all, just doing the bare minimum to cover up what they needed. As Amanda looked close, she also noticed some people were, well, they were tied up. Some of the bondage was subtle, maybe a pair of handcuffs or just a hood with a panel over their mouths. While others seemed to be covered head to toe in bondage, whether it be with ropes or straps. She even thought she walked by someone wearing a straitjacket.

Amanda was pulled back as she noticed Jean making small talk with some of the other guests. She worked her way through the crowds, greeting what appeared to be her friends. Amanda would hear Jean introduce her on occasion as her sub to the delight of Jean’s friends. It was a very different scene, very different than anything she had been apart of before, but Jean seemed happy, and Amanda could tell her presence was appreciated.

Jean was in the middle of a conversation when someone approached her, “Jean we are having our annual meeting and this month it is my pleasure to extend an invitation for you to join us.”

“It would be an honor. Allow me to take care of my sub and I will be there shortly”, Jean replied, taking Amanda’s hand, and leading her across the room where they encountered a thick pad with a metal ring attached to the floor just in front of it.

“Now I have to attend this meeting with my colleagues but unfortunately for you it’s doms only.”

“Doms only?”, Amanda said with a little uneasiness in her voice. She was about to be on her own.

“Yeah they have this once a month and it’s invite only. It’s honestly too good of an opportunity for me to pass up. I’m a little surprised that I'm actually invited. Maybe it’s because I came with a cute sub”, Jean said as she gave Amanda a wink, “But don’t worry I’ve got a plan for you. Kneel down here.”

Amanda looked at the pad and knelt down. Jean walked behind her and reappeared with gear in her hands.

“I’d explain more but I kind of have to hurry. Bring your hands behind your back,” Jean said, moving behind Amanda as her hands were brought behind her. Her palms were together as she felt Jean work them into what felt like a singular sleeve. It came up just past her elbows, then Jean threaded a strap underneath each arm, across her chest, and back over her shoulders before buckling them back behind her. Amanda then felt the sleeve get progressively tighter up her arms until Jean reached the top, forcing her elbows to nearly touch. She felt cuffs go around each of her ankles, which Jean secured together.

“Last but not least”, Jean said as she held a posture collar for Amanda to see that had ‘Jean’ on the front of it in big letters, “Just so people know who you belong to.”

The collar was wrapped around Amanda’s neck and secured. It was snug but not uncomfortable, and it forced Amanda to keep her face forward, as it prevented her from turning her head even the slightest amount. Jean attached a leash to the lone D-ring on the front of the collar and tied it off to the ring in front of the kneeling pad.

“You’re doing great so far, especially with it being your first time. Which is also why I didn't go crazy with the bondage. Just a nice armbinder, some ankle cuffs, and a collar and leash to show my ownership. But impressions are important and we need to show off some discipline. You’re going to hold this pose for me.”

Jean had Amanda stand tall on her knees, keeping her ankles together but shifting her knees to just wider than shoulder width. Her back was straightened. Jean then lifted Amanda's chin until she was in a comfortable forward gaze.

“You are an object here ok? No matter what happens don’t move. Don’t talk. And keep your eyes forward. I’ll be back to get you when I’m done.”

Amanda gave a slight nod expressing her understanding and readied herself in the position requested of her. Jean smiled and gave Amanda a few light pats on the head, before turning and disappearing into the rest of the party.

The event continued on, most people paying little attention to the bound kneeling sub. Amanda would hear the occasional comment made about her from someone walking by, often recognizing the large name at the front of her restrictive collar. The idea of testing her bonds did cross her mind, not that she thought she would escape, but just to see what it would feel like. However, she would then hear Jean’s voice in the back of her head, repeating what she was told to do, and Amanda held the pose Jean commanded. She was meant to be an object. Just another piece of furniture or decoration for the room. If this is what was required of her for Jean to make a good impression among her peers, then it's exactly what Amanda was going to do. She was focusing on holding her posture as best she could when two women stopped in front of her.

“What do we have here! Looks like Jean was finally able to find herself a slave!”, one of them exclaimed to the other.

“A slave?! What?” Amanda thought to herself. She wasn’t able to look up and see their faces but she could feel their eyes looking over her.

“No gag though? And no hood either? I hope Jean isn’t getting soft on us” the other said as they began to walk around her, as if they were examining her for any imperfections.

“Honestly, I think we should do something about this. Jean must’ve been pulled away and wasn’t able to finish binding her. I’m sure she won’t mind us borrowing her slave for a bit”, one of them said as Amanda could feel the ankle cuffs being removed. They then reached down and untied the leash from the ring, pulling Amanda up to stand.

“Come on slave, you're in need of a little wardrobe change.”

Amanda was brought across the party on the leash, the two women leading the way in front of her. Appearing to be a similar age to Jean and based on how they were dressed, Amanda figured they were doms like Jean as well. They both had long blonde hair and towered over Amanda in the heels they were wearing.

They wasted no time in finding their destination, which appeared to be a side room on the other side of the event. They turned the lights on and Amanda was barely able to take in the sheer amount of bondage gear that now surrounded her before the two were busy working on her. Her leash was detached from her collar, and the arm binder was removed, leaving her standing in the middle of the room in only her catsuit and collar.

“We’ve got some new inflatable gear I’ve been dying to try. Or maybe we put her in a straitjacket and go for that crazed prisoner look?”. The two girls continued to bounce ideas off each other as they looked through closets, cupboards, and drawers searching for any inspiration.

“Wait. I’ve got it. I think it’s been a little too long since we had a proper house pet”, one said as she turned around with a black mass of gear in her hands.

“Ohhh I love it, that's perfect! You hear that slave? You’re gonna be our little pet!”

The two girls approached Amanda as if they were synched together, one to each side of her, and began to work on her arms. They folded her arms at her elbows, forcing her hands to touch her shoulders, before leather sleeves were slid over them. Laces running up the side of the sleeves were tightened, squeezing Amanda’s arms further until the women were satisfied with their work. She was then ordered to the ground where a similar process was repeated with her legs, bent at the knee with her heels touching her bottom. Sleeves were slid on over top, tightening the laces until her legs were firmly stuck in place as well.

Here she now was, kneeling in the middle of the room with her arms and legs rendered useless. Amanda didn’t know what to do or what to say. Jean had said something like this might happen but nothing could’ve prepared her for actually experiencing it. Should she have said something to these women? That this was her first day with Jean? Her first time being bound? Why did they refer to her as a slave? Maybe they would have treated her differently if they had known the situation. But she remained silent as she was pulled into this room. She remained silent as they removed her bindings and replaced them with their own. She didn’t resist or fight back in the slightest, as these women who Amanda had never met, continued to bind her, acting as if they were allowed to do whatever they wanted to her. She simply followed their commands. Was doing what she was told. And that’s how she found herself with her arms and legs folded and bound, kneeling in front of two women with what appeared the be the last of the gear in their hands

“You’re starting to look more like our pet but just a few things left to do”, they said as one gathered her hair and added a black latex hood to her outfit. It had holes for her eyes, nose, and mouth, along with small ears attached to the top. They attached something to the hood, just to the left side of her mouth. As it was brought across her face, she felt a rubber object begin to poke against her lips. Parting her lips, the object entered into her mouth as the attachment was fixed to the other side. It took her a moment but Amanda had realized what they added.

“Look at the snout! The hood really does bring it all together.”

Attached to her hood and now covering the lower half of her face, was what appeared to be a dog’s snout, albeit a black leather one.

“And she took that penis gag so easily. You might be the most obedient pet I’ve ever had!”, one of the women said as she bent down, resting her hands on her knees, looking at Amanda.

“Well time to get back to the party now come on”, as they reattached the leash to her collar and began to pull.

Amanda had no idea how she was supposed to get around, bound as she was, but it seemed the women had already figured that out. She felt hands at the back of her shoulders pushing her forward, and soon she was standing on her knees and elbows. There was a generous amount of padding in the sleeves, which Amanda was thankful for, realizing the amount of pressure her knees and elbows would have if it wasn’t there. It then dawned on her that this is how they wanted her to walk around. Like a dog. Like their pet. Repeated tugs on her leash pulled her back to the situation and she slowly began walking on all fours after her newfound owners

To say the women enjoyed having her was an understatement. While it was difficult for Amanda to see due to the collar, as most of the time her gaze was fixed towards the floor, she caught glimpses of people’s shoes and could hear the conversations her captors were having. Which mostly revolved around her, their new pet. They would proudly describe how they found her alone and kneeling. Saying how obedient she was for them as they bound her and always pointing to the collar to show she belonged to Jean. The people would often remark how it was a good thing they bound her more thoroughly, and that Jean is lucky to have such an obedient slave. Amanda even felt multiple people per her head and scratch behind her fake ears.

Back and forth across the party they went, until it seemed like the two women had talked to every single person there. Eventually, Amanda was led to an area with a black backdrop and a huge mirror along the wall. A tripod was already in place, one of the girls placed their phone on it, and the pictures began.

Amanda had never taken so many photos before in her entire life. They guided and pulled Amanda every which way as they struck pose after pose. First doing a set with just one of the women, then doing even more with the other, and then setting a timer on the phone so they were all able to be in the pictures together. Amanda was mostly on all fours, but sometimes she was kneeling, and for a few they even had her on her back. They would push her head down to their feet to make it look like she was licking them, or pull the leash so tight she had no choice but to be right up against their legs. They even found a dog bowl at one point and have her pretend to be eating out of it.

It wasn’t until towards the end that Amanda finally got a good look at herself in the mirror. It was strange seeing herself in this situation. Bound as she was, helpless to do anything about it. On her elbows and knees between the two powerful blonde women who had decided to make Amanda their own.

Then, to her surprise, in the background of the mirror, she noticed Jean. She was with a group of people but had glanced over towards them due to a break in the conversation. She looked at the blonde women, then down at Amanda, and a sly grin came across her face. Not anger. Not confusion. But a look of satisfaction at what she was seeing. For reasons she could not explain, the look from Jean warmed Amanda in a way she was unable to describe. Jean seemed happy, and that made her happy as well, as if she was fulfilling her purpose. It sent a tingle down her spine. This was an entirely new sensation for Amanda, but unfortunately she was unable to dwell on it as she felt the tug of her leash, and the women pulling her along.

“As much fun as you are pet we’ve decided we need a little break”, they told Amanda as she was walked toward a cage tucked away in a corner of the party.

The cage door was opened and Amanda was hesitant. Moving slowly but unable to prevent what was going to happen, she was ushered in backwards so her face would be towards the front of the cage. As it was too narrow for her to turn around once she was inside. In fact, it was much too small for her to do just about anything at all besides stand as she was. When they ensured Amanda was safely in, the door was closed and latched shut, sealing her inside. A blindfold was produced and snapped onto her hood, plunging her into darkness, causing a whimper to escape her gag. The first noise she’d made around the women.

“Aww you sweet thing I know I'm sorry. I hope we get to play again soon. You were wonderful. We will let Jean know you’re here if we run into her. But. Well. No promises. Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if a lovely pet was waiting here for us at the end of the night.”, the women cheerily said before petting Amanda's head one last time.

Their footsteps trailed off into the noise of the party and once again Amanda was left alone in bondage. She was starting to feel a little sore in her knees and elbows, shuffling in place in an attempt to find any sort of comfort, an impossible task due to the confines of the cage. This was a situation Amanda never could’ve imagined finding herself in. Latex catsuit and hood, arms and legs bound forcing her to walk on her elbows and knees, posture collar preventing any movement of her head, penis gag shoved in her mouth with a fake dog snout covering her lower face, and now put into a cage that was barely large enough for her to fit and a blindfold taking away her sight. She had literally just been walked around like a dog for the last who knows how long by two women she’d never even met before. Just realizing now she didn’t even know their names.

The event continued on around her, and Amanda was reflecting on what she’d experienced, but she kept thinking back to one thing. The look Jean had when she saw her in the mirror. One simple moment and Amanda couldn’t get it out of her head. Jean seemed comfortable, and strong, and very much in charge. While it was still the same Jean that had become her friend, there was something different, and this side of Jean was having an effect on Amanda. It was scratching an itch that Amanda didn’t even know she had and a tingle went down her spine once again. Her mindset had changed, and she had come to accept her role. She is a sub, Jean is her dom, and she would do whatever was required of her.

Suddenly, Amanda heard the latch of the cage as the door was pulled open. The familiar tug of her leash followed as she walked from the cage to her destination. It was not far, thankfully, and she was pushed back to sit on her legs, giving her elbows and knees a much needed rest. She felt hands on her hood, as the snout and gag were removed. A straw met her lips as Amanda began to drink the ice cold water. Realizing how thirsty she was, she drank the entire glass, and felt like she easily could drink a few more. The blindfold was removed next and Amanda was greeted by a familiar face.

“Hey quick timeout here just to check in. Are you doing ok?”, Jean asked as she set the glass down.

Amanda could hear the sincerity in her voice, and while it caught her a bit off guard, it was a moment she appreciated, “Yeah I’m actually not too bad. My elbows and knees are a little sore from the cage but kneeling like this feels good.”

“Whew ok perfect, just wanted to make sure”, Jean said as she relaxed back into the couch, resuming her previous demeanor, and crossing her legs with Amanda’s leash in hand, “I noticed you were able to meet some of my friends.”

“Well that's one way to put it,” Amanda replied with a slight laugh, “I was simply doing my best to kneel like you said when your friends took me into one of those back rooms and decided they needed a house pet.”

“I know, I know don’t worry. They filled me in. I will say though I received a fair amount of praise regarding you. It seems you were quite the hit.”

 Amanda felt her cheeks go red at the compliment. She wanted to turn her head away but the posture collar prevented it, so she simply shifted her eyes downward. She felt Jean’s hand lift her chin, having their eyes meet.

“You’ve been great tonight Amanda, truly. I’m proud to call you my sub”, Jean said with all the confidence and control in the world.

The words had turned Amanda’s brain to mush so she said the only thing she could think to respond, “Thank you mistress.”

They continued to talk about the night as the conversation came easy. Jean filled her in regarding different dynamics of the group and Amanda asked plenty of questions regarding the scene in general. At one point they both laughed and looked at each other. Jean comfortable on the couch and Amanda still bound and kneeling in front of her. Amanda leaned forward, resting her cheek on Jean’s thigh as Jean put her hand on Amanda’s head. Neither of them would’ve changed a thing.

This moment was soon interrupted by a nearby woman speaking over the crowd, “Hey everyone! I want to thank you all for coming to our monthly get together. I know things are winding down but we still have our dom and sub contest for the night. If you’d like to participate I am getting it set up now.”

“I finally get to play!”, Jean exclaimed as she stood up, “They change the contest every month so let’s go see what we are getting ourselves into.”

The gag was pushed back into her mouth and the snout reapplied as Amanda was soon walking on all fours after Jean. They came upon the area for the contest. Each station consisted of what appeared to be an extra thick yoga mat with a small table just next to it. On the small table was an assortment of toys, dildoes, vibrators, rope, and clamps. Some of the other subs were already prepared it seemed. As there were men and women in various states of bondage on most of the mats. Jean had picked her mat and Amanda found her place on it. The same girl who made the announcement was now talking again.

“This months game is relatively simple. The first dom to bring their slave to orgasm wins. However, for the slaves, the first one to reach orgasm is our loser and they will be punished accordingly. I will give everyone a few extra moments and then the contest will begin.”

“First to orgasm?!”, Amanda thought to herself as a small amount of apprehension began to creep into her mind.

Jean didn’t say anything, but simply went to the small table and grabbed a Hitachi vibrator. She then flipped Amanda onto her back, with her arms and legs spread out to her sides.

“Ok masters and mistresses I hope you are ready! Three. Two. One. Begin!”

Jean flipped the vibrator on and gently rested in between Amanda’s thighs. The wave of pleasure that quickly washed over her was like nothing she had ever felt before. This was it. This was the part of this experience Amanda hadn’t been able to pin down. She hadn’t realized until this moment just how much this had all turned her on. It felt as if it was all bottled up inside her and the moment the vibrator touched her the floodgates opened. Amanda knew she was not going to last long, and Jean could sense it. Only about ten seconds had passed since the start of the contest and Amanda was already on the edge. She felt Jean tightening her grip on the leash before giving it a pull, lifting Amanda’s head and shoulders off the ground, and forcing their eyes to meet.

There it was. The same look Jean had before that she saw in the mirror. Amanda stood no chance and soon the orgasm ripped through her body. Her moans filled the room as she bit down into her gag and struggled as much as her bondage would allow. The orgasm lasted no more than 15 seconds but to Amanda it felt like years. Her arms and legs soon went limp at her sides as the orgasm worked its way through her. Jean released the leash and turned off the vibrator satisfied with her work.

“Our winner, Mistress Jean! Congratulations! Must be some connection you guys have as that took no time at all. Which unfortunately for her slave, means she will be the recipient of this month's punishment!”

Jean stood up and was congratulated by her peers as a small group got to work on Amanda. She felt the hands manipulating her but she was in such a euphoric state there was nothing she could do to stop them. The arm and leg sleeves were removed, along with the gag and collar. The catsuit was unzipped and removed until they reached her knees, and they came to a stop.

“Mistress Jean’s slave here is the lucky winner, or loser depending on your point of view, of our new state of the art chastity belt! Designed for long term use, it comes with a vibrating dildo that can be remote controlled by her mistress. The one twist with this punishment is that the key stays here, which means it is unable to be removed until the next meeting. A suitable punishment for someone who came as fast as she did.”, the woman teased as the workers quickly wrapped the chastity belt around her waist and between her legs, sliding the dildo into place. Amanda offered no resistance to what was happening. The catsuit was then zipped back up and the collar reapplied.

“As for our prize, Mistress Jean will become the proud owner of ‘The Case’”, as what appeared to be a large suitcase was wheeled over to Jean.

“We can package your slave for you if you’d like to test it out.”

“I think I’d like that.” Jean replied, watching as they quickly got to work.

 Amanda, still too dazed to really register what was happening around her, found herself being cinched into an extremely tight hogtie. Her arms were tucked into an armbinder with straps wrapped around her stomach and chest, securing her arms to her back. Ankle cuffs were applied and locked together, followed by straps at her calves, above and below her knees, and two along her thighs to weld her legs together. Her legs were then bent and more straps went around her legs, pressing her feet into her bottom. A final strap was threaded through a ring at the bottom of her armbinder and attached to her legs. She couldn't move an inch. The Case was laid next to her and opened.

The inside of The Case was completely covered in padding, with an insert cut out on both sides for a hogtied individual to be placed, and curved openings for one’s neck. Amanda was lifted up and gently placed inside the insert, two straps going over top of her to keep her in place. Her neck was placed in the curved cutout at the edge of the case, which meant her head would be sticking out the top. The posture collar helped protect her neck, along with the ample padding surrounding the edges of the opening. The other side was then flipped over top of her, further compressing her inside. It was a tight fit. A very tight fit. Feeling the pressure from all angles. Eventually they pushed The Case completely shut and Amanda heard it latch into place.

“Any request for the length of her captivity, Mistress Jean?”

“Sometime tomorrow morning. I dont require her until then.”, Jean replied while nonchalantly waving her arm.

“Hmm well then how about 12 hours? Seems like a suitable amount of time.”, The woman replied as she punched at a keypad near Amanda’s head. Hearing a whir as the locks inside The Case were engaged.

Lastly, Amanda could only watch as a black leather discipline hood was brought over her head. The attached ball gag was inserted into her mouth and the laces of the hood were made as tight as possible, tucking the bottom of the hood underneath the collar. With nothing but two holes near her nose, the hood was molded to her head. Still reeling from her orgasm, and now hogtied and put inside The Case, Amanda’s mind drifted along.

“Tonight had gone better than I ever could’ve imagined”, Jean thought as she stood from her chair and walked over towards her prize. She thanked the girls for their work and looked down at Amanda who was all packaged up and ready for her. She released and elevated the handle, tilting her new suitcase onto its wheels, and began pulling it behind her. In similar fashion to any other piece of luggage one would have. She made her rounds and said her goodbyes, receiving plenty of congratulations for winning the contest in the process.

Finally making her way towards the exit, she realized she didn’t have her bags. “Well, my other bags”, Jean joked to herself as she pushed down the handle and left Amanda in a corner near the exit door.

 She just couldn’t get the smile off of her face as she walked back to the storage area and grabbed her bags. Now heading back and rounding the corner, Jean saw Amanda down the hallway, exactly where she left her. Jean couldn’t get over how satisfying it all felt. She had been with clients, tied up more men and women than she could count, but nothing compared to seeing her tenant, her friend, her sub, bound and waiting for her. She could hear the slow steady breathing coming from the two holes near her nose as she approached.

“Man, that orgasm must’ve really tired her out. Almost sounds like she's asleep,” Jean thought as she grabbed the handle, went through the door, and walked to her car. She opened up her trunk and then bent down so she was level with Amanda’s head poking out the top of the suitcase.

Jean caressed the leather covered head in front of her and said, “I don’t think you'd fit up front but don’t worry the trunk has plenty of room.”

“Mhm”, was the only reply Jean received as she placed Amanda in the trunk, followed by the two bags containing the rest of her gear. She took one last look at Amanda, taking in the moment, before closing the trunk.

She let out a deep breath after closing the driver’s seat door. This level of control was something Jean hadn’t experienced before, and it was intoxicating. This wasn't a client. This wasn't a session. There was no end time where Jean was going to have to walk her out the door. Bound in her trunk was a submissive. Her submissive. She tried not to get too ahead of herself, as Jean knew they were going to have to have a real conversation, about where this was all going and what it meant for them. But for right now, she was much too excited, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Jean turned the car on and began pulling away.

“I think I’ll take the long way home.”