Desiree Smart was heading home, depressed, trying hard not to bawl her eyes out.

The statuesque, black-skinned brunette had just been dumped by her so-called boyfriend, in public, right in front of her best friend, Sally.

She had slapped him as hard as she could, knocking him flying, then stormed out. Before anyone could catch up with her, she was stomping off down the road, heading home, having left all of her bags and other kit behind, including her wallet and phone. She had got over halfway home when she realised; at least she still had her door key on her…

She’d started crying again and propped herself up against a wall so she could dry her eyes; she could hardly see where she was going through her tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”, came a concerned woman’s voice. “No-one so beautiful as you should be so upset.”

Despite everything, Desiree smiled. Someone calling her beautiful was a pleasant change.

She looked up and froze. Her mouth dropped open…

Talk about beautiful! The six-foot redhead standing in front of her, dressed in red latex from head to foot, was stunning!

The woman reached out a gloved hand, and stroked Desiree’s cheek.

“Come on, dry those eyes. He’s not worth it…”

“How can you know?”, Desiree said.

“It’s always a boy problem”, the woman said. “It’s because he can’t cope with being upstaged by you.”

Desiree giggled, her tears stopping. “You mean it’s the size of his manhood that’s bothering him…”

Both laughed. Then, to her absolute amazement, the woman kissed her, full, on the lips. Desiree, suddenly being really turned on, returned the kiss.

“Tell me a man can make you feel like that, and I’ll Walk away”, the woman said.

“I can’t…”, Desiree replied. She then held out her arms.

“Stay with me, at least for a while? I could really do with it at the moment…?”

“Do you know what you’re asking…?”, the woman said, stroking Desiree’s cheek again.

Getting very wet, and very hot, Desiree just nodded.

“Come on then, my pet”, the woman said, turning to go.

Desiree followed, eagerly…

Desiree’s mother Stacy first found out something was wrong three hours later, when she didn’t get in from college for her dinner. Her phone just went to voicemail; it was still in a locker at the College, according to ‘Find My’. Concerned, the mother phoned Sally.

“She walked out at two, Mrs Smart”, said Sally, now also concerned. “She’d had a massive blowout with her boyfriend, then ran off before anyone could stop her. We all thought she was heading home.”

Shaking, Stacy phoned around. No, no-one had seen her. Next, she phoned the hospitals. No, no girl that age or description had been admitted that day. Now really worried, she phoned the police…

While all this was going on, Desiree was in bed with her new friend. The sex was mind-blowing, nothing like her boyfriend had managed with her. She had orgasmed so violently she had almost passed out and was exhausted. The woman had told Desiree her name was Destiny. She was that all right… Desiree dropped off to sleep in her arms…

Next morning, Desiree awoke, totally unaware of the search going on for her. “Mmmphh..?”

She looked down. She was naked, except for a set of silver shackles and chains. She also couldn’t speak…

She bent her head down to her hands and felt the leather of the hood covering everything except her eyes and nose that she was wearing for the first time, as well as the padlock at her neckline. She could also feel a long ponytail flapping round behind her.

She started to panic…

Instantly, Destiny was in the room with her, stroking her head, calming her down.

“Sshh…”, she cooed, “It’s alright. It’s only while you’re being trained. Also, I love the way the silver of the chains looks against your skin…”

Destiny ran her hand over Desiree’s pussy. “Feels like you like it as well”, she said. “You’re all wet…”

She slid two fingers inside Desiree, making her moan into her gag. She then started moving her fingers in and out, slowly.

Desiree moaned and bucked. She couldn’t help it. Destiny was really turning her on, despite being in bondage. Or was it because of it…?

Destiny then bent down and put her head between Desiree’s legs, and started licking, carefully and tenderly. Desiree couldn’t help it. She came all over Destiny, and passed out again…

Next time Desiree awoke, she was no longer chained or hooded; she was instead wearing a full length dark purple hooded catsuit with an open crotch, black corset and boots. She was, however, still gagged, with a penis gag tickling the back of her throat making her cough into her gag.

“Sorry about the gag, I haven’t got one quite in your size yet”, Destiny said. “The trouble is, you moan so loudly when I’m screwing you it’s deafening…!”

Desiree chuckled into her gag, as Destiny took her back to bed…

“Right”, said Destiny, later, unbuckling Desiree’s gag, “I’m going to be fair, I’m going to give you a choice. You can go back to your old life; the cover story is you ran off and stayed with a ‘friend’ for a few days.”

“Or…?”, Desiree said.

“Or”, Destiny continued, “You tell everyone you’ve decided to accept the scholarship that you have been offered at my university. It will mean you however staying away from home. You will be taught a skill; I’m actually a qualified psychologist, as well as a qualified teacher, and I’m allowed to teach people and give University level qualifications. I’d also teach you everything about my ‘off the books’ trade as a Dominatrix.”

“In that case, there’s only one question to ask”, said Desiree. “When do I start…?”

“You already have…”, smiled Destiny…

Desiree phoned home and apologised profusely for all the problems she had caused. She said she’d met up with her new tutor on the way home, as she ‘had been thinking’ about taking her up on her offer and the ‘incident’ with her boyfriend had decided everything for her. She had forgotten that she had left her things at College and lost all track of time…!

It wasn’t the first time Desiree had stayed out late, she had often slept on sofa’s with friends when she was in one of her ‘moods’, something Destiny had already known. The only thing that had gone wrong this time was her leaving her phone and things at college.

Her mother, relieved that Desiree was alright, was overjoyed when she heard about the full scholarship, and felt that Psychology was a fascinating subject. Destiny butted in, and offered to meet her. Stacy’s mouth really dropped open when she heard Destiny’s name; she was a very prominent character in educational circles, and everyone talked about her in good ways, always praising her. She felt Desiree was very lucky to be with her.

So did Desiree…!