Max couldn’t believe his eyes…

He’d gone out for a walk, to explore the unfamiliar surroundings of where he was staying on holiday. Just by chance, he’d popped into a local store to buy a drink. That’s when he saw her, working behind the till. Claire Christianson, his fiancée. Only problem was, she’d gone missing about three years ago…

“Hello, Claire”, he said, walking up to her. “Long time no see…!”

The young blonde went as white as a sheet but recovered quickly. “I’m sorry, sir, you must be mistaken. My name’s Lynn. Lynn Harris.”

“I don’t think so”, said Max. “After all, we were only a few days away from being husband and wife. I should recognise you by now.”

Lynn was getting really anxious now, looking around. “I’m sorry, sir, you really are mistaken. Do you want to pay for that bottle of drink?”

Max passed over the bottle of drink and, as he did, brushed his hand against hers. “Now try lying to me again…”, he said.

Lynn was terrified. How had Max found her? Was he going to do to her what he did before? She still had nightmares about those days, even now after three years. She had almost committed suicide over what he was doing to her; it had taken her parents moving to a new county and changing names to get her out of his reach.

Now he was back…

“Please leave, sir”, she said, now with a quaver in her voice. “Or I’m going to have to call the manager.”

“I’m your manager”, Max said, quietly. “Or shall I use the word we always used before? Your Master.”

“You leave me no choice”, Max said. “Slave 1, initiate lockdown mode. Activate remote control.”

“No…!”, cried Lynn, just before her mouth clamped shut. She stood, came out from behind the till and came alongside Max.

“Initiate Auto follow”, said Max, leaving the store. Lynn, completely under his control, followed exactly two steps behind, head down and hands together in front of her. She had instantly turned into the perfect submissive.

The store only found out Lynn had left early when the manager came back off of his break and found her gone. All her things were still in the staff room; only her uniform was missing. Lynn’s mother, waiting for her at home, had no idea where she had gone…

“Now, what am I supposed to do with you now that I have you?”, said Max. “I’ve got none of your uniforms with me, as I wasn’t expecting you, obviously.”

“There’s an adult shop in town, master”, said Lynn, obviously Claire. “They advertise as being a ‘Fancy Dress’ store, but they have extra items out the back.”

“And how would you know that ‘Lynn’…?”, said Max. “Especially if you are doing all this against your will…! Yes, you have permission to speak freely…”

“Despite the way you treated me, I missed it…!”, said Claire. “I need you…!”

“Ok, then, here’s a test for you. Go into town, on your own, and buy a full set of your uniform in black and white from the shop. Be inventive, but thorough. I want every inch of you covered in latex, all locked on. I will also expect you to be gagged and plugged, but with a removable blindfold and crotch panel. Understood?”

Max handed Claire a roll of notes. Claire bowed, then left.

The man behind the counter at the fancy dress shop smiled as Claire walked in.

“Hi, Lynn”, he said. “Just ‘browsing’ again?”

“Not this time”, Claire smiled at him. “My sugar daddy has paid for everything. Can I have the full works, in black and white, please?”

“Are you sure? It’s quite expensive, the full set, as well as very challenging for the beginner.”

“Oh, I’m no beginner. I’ve just ‘lost’ my previous set.”

“Oh, I see…” the man said, with a smile. “Changed your mind about giving up?”

“Something like that”, Claire said. “I’m a size 12.”

The man disappeared out the back of the shop and soon started bringing various items through. A complete, shiny black hooded catsuit with built in gloves and feet, polished and ready to wear, a gorgeous black and silver corset, ballet boots, a chastity belt, panel gag and blindfold, as well as a thick metal collar.

“Collar code?”, he asked.

“4723”, Claire said.

Using a screwdriver, the man set the dials on the inside of the collar. “All set.”

“I’m also going to need a matching floor length cape”, Claire said.

“You really are going all out”, the man said.

“It’s for life this time”, Claire said.

Handing over the bills, she then shocked the man by stripping, in the shop, and dressing herself fully in her new outfit.

“Would you lock me up and gag me, please?”, she said. “Also, put my cape on and pull the hood up. Stick the blindfold and the keys in the cape pockets, please.”

“Are you sure? It’s still daylight out”, the man said, with a laugh.

“I’m feeling adventurous”, Claire said. “Can you also text this number, saying I’ll be ready to be picked up in uniform at the park?”

“For this sort of money, I’ll do anything for you”, the man said. He sent the text.

“I’ve got an ‘ok’ as a reply”, he said, shortly, fastening shut Claire’s gag and pulling the hood of the cape up.

Nodding her thanks, Claire left. Damn, it felt good to be in ballet boots again!

Walking back through town, Claire got to the park and sat down, waiting. There were a few curious glances in her direction but, because the cape looked more like a hooded abaya, most people just assumed she was waiting for her husband.

Max drove up and stopped. Luckily, he had driven himself out for his holiday away, and was self-catering, so there was nobody staying with him. It looked just like a man and his foreign wife…

Claire’s panel gag was designed in such a way that, with the hood of her abaya up, it looked just like a niqab. She had specifically picked that set so she could go out in public with Max gagged and bound…

Max undid Claire’s cape and took it off. He then spent time studying her. All Claire wanted him to do was screw the daylights out of her…

It was really turning Claire on, Max running his hands gently up and down her. Indeed, when his hand went between her legs, she pushed herself onto him. God, she’d missed this! It was her parents that had tried to take her away from Max, not her!

This is what Claire kept telling herself. In reality, she had been found lying in a ditch, only half alive, after Max and his pals had had their way with her last time. She had only escaped because her old slave collar had shorted out…

This time, Max’s control was absolute. Slave 1 was back for good…