WARNING: There is a rape in this story; the perpetrator does get his comeuppance, however.

Mouths dropped open when Tammy walked into work, chinking…

She was wearing a full body black latex catsuit, gloves, ballet boots and a hood that left only her eyes, nose and mouth visible, with a pink-haired ponytail coming out of the top.

A white leather harness was wrapped around her torso, emphasising her breasts.

She was also wearing a full set of shackles; the sound she had made coming in was the rattle of the chains.

She just walked across the office, sat down at her desk and started working as usual.

“Ms. Easton!”, came a loud voice. “My office! Now!

With a smirk, Tammy got up and headed for the manager’s office.

The door slammed as soon as she got in.

“In what world is it ever right to go into work dressed like that!”, shouted the manager.

“Mine and my owners”, replied Tammy.

“Get changed! Now!”, the manager shouted, getting angrier by the minute.

“Sorry, no”, said Tammy. “I haven’t got the keys. It’s all locked on. My owner is in charge of me, as well as what I wear.”

“If you can’t change, you can’t stay here”, the manager said. “Get out, and don’t come back wearing that!”

“In that case, I won’t see you again”, Tammy said. “This is my uniform for the rest of my life.”

Tammy got up, left the office and walked out past the other amazed employees, her head held high.

Outside, her mistress, Marianne, was waiting for her with the car…

“You were right”, Tammy said. “They didn’t understand.”

“Never mind”, Marianne said. “You didn’t really need the job. It just ties up a loose end.”

Marianne buckled the gag and blindfold onto Tammy’s hood.

“You’re mine, now”, she whispered, stroking Tammy’s head. Tammy snuggled up against her…

Despite the lack of freedom, Tammy felt she had never been treated so well. She had everything she really wanted.

It had all started so innocently…

Tammy had had a bad day at the office and had gone into a small bar nearby for a drink after work. She had just been nursing her second drink of the evening when the statuesque blonde had walked over to her.

To her absolute amazement, the woman had thoroughly inspected her, right in the bar. She had then lifted her chin and planted a kiss fully on her lips…

Tammy knew she should have been indignant and complained, but she didn’t. She wanted to see what came next, and was feeling quite wet with anticipation…

The two women had spent an enjoyable time in the bar. Along with a large quantity of alcohol, Tammy was really being turned on by the other woman running her feet gently up and down her legs…

“I thought that was what you needed”, Marianne said. To Tammy’s amazement, she then got up to go.

Tammy, to her own amazement, whimpered.

“What’s the matter, little one?”, said Marianne, amused.

In the pub, in front of everyone, Tammy got down on her knees.

“Please don’t leave me here alone…!”, she said. “I love you…!”

“Do you realise what you are saying?”, Marianne said.

“Yes. Take me. Please!”, Tammy said.

Marianne reached down and helped Tammy up. She then kissed her.

“I thought I was right about you”, she said.

Tammy snuggled up against her and the pair walked out of the bar together…

Tammy’s ‘training’ had been quite a leisurely affair. She was already a very submissive person, having been bullied by her parents, then controlled by a boyfriend that liked her doing everything for him.

This ‘relationship’, however, was completely different. She was doing whatever Marianne wanted because she wanted to, not because she was forced to.

Then came the night that changed everything…

Tammy was on her way back to Marianne’s flat, having just finished some late-night shopping, when someone attacked her. She was pushed to the ground and, as she tried to get up, the man pushed up her skirt and pulled down her knickers, shoving them into her mouth to keep her quiet.

Tammy spat the knickers out and screamed as she was raped. Luckily enough she was near enough to home and made enough noise for Marianne to hear…

The pressure was suddenly gone from her behind. There was a scream, followed by a rather loud thud…

Marianne had torn the man off her, and thrown him against the wall, knocking him out. She was already on her mobile to the emergency services as she crouched down over the small form of Tammy, who wasn’t moving at all…

Tammy had been a virgin. The rape had been so violent that it rendered her infertile.

Marianne stayed by her continuously in hospital.

At the man’s trial, he came in in a wheelchair. When asked why, he said that it was of the way Marianne had thrown him against the wall.

Marianne gave evidence by video link, as she wouldn’t leave Tammy’s side. Tammy was still too ill to talk about it.

He was sentenced to Ten years in prison…

Tammy was very withdrawn after the attack. All the time, Marianne stayed with her. Her girl was broken, so, so was she.

Gradually, Tammy came back to life.

A month after ‘the incident’ (which was the only way it was referred to), Tammy weakly smiled and kissed Marianne. Tammy was still very scared about being attacked again.

Neither of them was sure about when the idea for the suit first came about; all they could think of is it was an idea in a movie, which Tammy suggested light-heartedly to Marianne.

The following week, Marianne had bought all of the kit that would be needed, and she dressed Tammy in it.

“You forgot the chains”, moaned Tammy.

“You can’t wear them all the time”, said Marianne.

“Why not? I want to be locked away”, said Tammy.

Marianne wasn’t sure, but she would do anything for ‘her’ Tammy…

“Who is supposed to be in charge in this relationship?”, she asked.

Tammy just smiled, and held out her wrists…

The work ‘incident’ occurred shortly after…

Now back at the flat, Marianne carried the helpless Tammy to her bed.

“You’re getting heavy, do you know that?”, she said with a giggle.

“I know, but you still love me”, was the reply from the now ungagged Tammy. “Can I have my gag back in…!”