Next morning, Bethany was woken by a loud moaning…

The other girl was squirming on the floor, with a rattling of chains, moaning loudly into her gag, loud enough to be heard despite her hood.

At the same time, Grace’s voice came from a speaker fitted into Bethany’s collar.

“Time to get up, Bethany! Breakfast won’t make itself…”

As soon as Bethany got out of bed, the other girl slumped over, panting.

“Good, you’re up.”, came Grace’s voice. “You can follow orders. You must be up; the alarm clock has turned off.”

Bethany looked over at the other girl, and shuddered…

Hurrying downstairs, Bethany quickly prepared Grace’s breakfast. It was only when she took it into her that she realised that she had forgotten to pick her paper up from the doorstep first…

 Grace took the tray from her, looked it over, then just looked at Bethany, saying nothing.

The uncomfortable silence went on for a few seconds, then Bethany went white as a sheet…

Racing back out into the hall, she opened the front door, to get the paper from the step. She screamed and sagged to her knees as the collar shocked her, as she had gone outside it’s programmed boundaries.

There was a crash from the bedroom.

Still in her nightdress, Grace came flying out.

“Oh, you poor child”, she said. “I’m sorry, I’d quite forgotten…”

Grace gathered Bethany up in her arms and gently carried her back into the house…

Bethany regained consciousness in Grace’s bed, Grace lying beside her.

The latex clad girl was on the floor, still cleaning up the mess from the dropped tray.

“I’ve always considered myself a fair mistress”, Grace was saying, stroking Bethany’s hair. “That means you only get punished for things that you’ve actually done wrong. A cardinal sin by me is to punish you either for doing nothing wrong or, even worse, for doing the right thing. I think that earns you some pleasure time, and I also want to beg your forgiveness…”

Bethany was shocked and upset. She keeps me against my will and does this to me, she thought. But why is it turning me on so much…?

Bethany moaned as Grace’s hand ran slowly up and down her crotch. Grace then switched Bethany’s knickers to ‘pleasure’…

Bethany nearly came right there.

“Like I said, this can be quite pleasurable”, Grace said. She then kissed Bethany full on the lips…

That did it. Bethany completely lost all control, and the pair spent a passionate time in bed…

“She can do your chores for today”, said Grace, after. “I’ve got other plans for you, but first…”

Grace reached out and removed Bethany’s collar.

“There you go. If you want, you can leave. Change into your old clothes and walk out of the door.”

There was a pause, then Bethany said, in a small voice…

“What if I don’t want to…?”

Later that day, after they had been in bed together, Grace gently helped Bethany back out of bed.

She, however, just stood there…

“What’s wrong with you?”, Grace asked, mystified.

“I’m not dressed…”, Bethany replied.

Grace inspected Bethany.

“Your uniforms all in place…”, she said.

“No, it isn’t!”, Bethany shouted back. To Grace’s amazement, Bethany was crying.

“How can I go back to my quarters without my collar on?!”, Bethany asked, indignantly. “I don’t belong in them without it…!”

Grace just stared at her in disbelief…

Bethany knelt before Grace, presenting her neck.

“Please…”, she said…

Grace cried as she put Bethany’s collar back on. The tears, however, were of joy and love…

“Get us some lunch, Bethany”, she said. “Before that, can you wash and clean this mess?” She pointed to the other slave, kneeling by them on the floor. “She’s really starting to smell…”

Grace handed Bethany the keys to the slave’s chains and suit. “You’ll need these”, she said. “After all, she’s your slave now. You’ll need to keep her under control.”

Bethany took the keys in a state of shock.

“My… slave…?”

“Of course,”, said Grace. “You’ll need days off, won’t you? Also, I want more of what we’ve just had.”  She smiled wickedly. “You’re really good in bed, you know…”

Picking up the other girl’s lead, Bethany took her out of the room, and up to the small shower room in the servant’s quarters.

She stopped in their sleeping room (it could hardly be called a bedroom as all it had in was a few mats, and a box with their clothes and ‘toys’ in) and spent a few minutes unchaining and undressing the girl.

It turned out that the woman’s daughter wasn’t off at university. She’d been there all the time…

As soon as Bethany ungagged her, she started moaning and pleading to be released.

Bethany just picked her up and carried her bodily into the shower.

Loving the way the water ran down her latex dress, she smiled and watched it for a moment, then got on with scrubbing the other girl, who was crying and still trying to get her to free her.

In the end, Bethany got fed up with her moaning, so she brought out a transparent panel gag that she had found in the box and fitted the girl with it, ignoring her shocked and pleading eyes, locking it on behind her head.

The girl kept nudging her, trying to get her to free her, making mewling noises through her gag. Bethany then decided to try something else…

She stuck a finger in the other girl, then started moving it in and out…

The girl tried to ignore her, but it was too much. Soon, she was arching her back and moaning for another reason…

Just before she came, Bethany pulled out her finger and slapped her, hard, instead.

“Right”, she said. “Once you learn to behave, and obey me properly, I’ll let you come. Until then, you get edged then tortured. Got it?”

The girl whimpered and nodded.

Bethany smiled but, inside, her thoughts were racing. Where was all this coming from? She’d never been like this before…

What Bethany was completely unaware of was the collar that she was wearing was gradually re-writing her mind. However, the collar couldn’t really force her to do anything she didn’t want to do; it was just ‘strongly suggesting’ and giving her the knowledge to carry those wishes out.

Bethany, however, wasn’t fighting the collar at all; she was loving it…

Having finished cleaning ‘The Girl’ (as the name tag on her new collar said) Bethany fitted the collar onto the struggling girl and attached a leash.

“Time to let mistress inspect you”, she said.

To the girl’s amazement, Bethany took her out of the servants’ quarters and down the stairs, fully naked except for the gag, collar and leash.

She knocked at Grace’s door, then entered when signalled, towing the girl behind her. Kneeling, head down, she pulled the girl into the same position.

“Well done, Bethany”, said Grace, smiling. “About time she learned some discipline and manners.”

Grace thoroughly inspected the girl, including putting her fingers in unexpected places, causing more moaning.

Suddenly standing her up, Grace pointed her toward the kitchen.

“Well, then?”, she said. “That washing up won’t do itself.”

The girl whimpered and gestured to her still naked body.

“Once you’ve earned a uniform, you can have one”, Grace said. “Now, go, before I get annoyed…”

Going pale, the girl hurried off to the kitchen and the sounds of washing up being done could soon be heard.

“This is going to be interesting…”, mused Grace, stroking Bethany’s head…