Becky was indulging her passion, self-bondage.

She’d stripped naked, muzzled herself with a head harness with an attached ball gag, then fitted herself with a set of prisoner transport chains, an expensive stainless-steel set that she was really proud of.

She’d shut the transport chains down her back to make things a little more difficult, as well as pushing her breasts forward.

As she fastened the wrist shackles shut, she dropped the keys…

She grunted with frustration into her muzzle. Damn it!

Getting down onto her knees, she dried to pick them up, but she kept kneeling on them instead.

She was still trying to grab them when, to her horror, she heard the flat door open. She’d forgotten to lock it…!

“Sweetie, are you in?”

It was her mother’s voice. Oh, shit…!

“Rebecca, it’s Angela. Are you in? You left your door open. I need to talk to you, urgently…!”

Like a deer in the headlights, Becky froze, frantically trying to work out what to do. In the end, she did the only thing she could think of, she dived into the wardrobe, pulling the door shut behind her.

There was a click as the door latched shut. Damn, things had just gone from bad to worse…

Seconds later, Angela walked into the room.

“Could have sworn I heard something…”, she said. She then spotted the keys lying on the floor.

“That girl couldn’t find her head with both hands”, she said, picking them up and looking at them. She then put them on the dressing table, where she felt Becky could find them later.

She turned to leave.

At that moment, the dust in the wardrobe tickled Becky’s nose. She couldn’t help it. She sneezed, loudly.

Angela swung back.

“What the heck are you…”, she said, opening the wardrobe door.

Her voice died in her throat.

Concern etched on her face, she scooped Becky out of the wardrobe, and cuddled her, wailing.

“Who’s done this to my baby…??”

Becky mmphed, hugging her mum as best as she could with her arms fastened behind her back. She then pointed to the keys on the dressing table…

“Oh, are these the keys for all this?”, Angela said. “Why on earth would someone do this to you, then leave the keys…?”

Angela then spotted the packaging for the muzzle on the bed. It had Becky’s address on the label…

“You did this to yourself, didn’t you!”, she said, furious.

Becky just nodded, blushing redly.

“You were embarrassed! That’s why you were hiding! Right, I’d better cure you of this habit once and for all.”

To Becky’s amazement, she put the keys in her pocket then, with a bit of effort, just slung Becky over her shoulder…

Angela went marching down the corridor outside the flat, her daughter squirming on her shoulder. She took the lift down to the garage level, then bundled Becky into the boot of her car.

Becky was shocked, and scared. She’d never known her mum to behave like this! Then again, she’d never let her mum catch her in self-bondage before…

They seemed to drive around for hours. Finally, it felt like the car entered another garage.

She felt the car stop, and her mother get out. However, she was left in the boot…

A while later, the lid of the boot opened, and she blinked in the bright light.

She then was sure that her eyes still weren’t working…

Her mum stood there. Everything about her was wrong, but…

She was a vision.

Black leather dress and corset, Knee high boots, and a golden choker round her neck. She was also holding a whip…

“Get up!”, she said. “Now, slave!”

“Mmm…”

WHACK!

Becky got up and climbed out of the boot as best as she could whilst chained. To her further shock, her mother attached a leash to the d-ring on the muzzle’s collar. She then shuffled after her mother into the lift.

The lift went up to the top floor of the building, and the pair got out.

Becky was so embarrassed and scared about being on display, with her breasts being pushed out in front of her.

She was then horrified as her mother pushed her into a room, in front of her.

There was a group of people sitting there at the table.

All were dressed similarly to Angela.

“Sorry, a small staffing problem”, said Angela, sweetly. “I’ve had to look after my toy myself. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Grrmph!”, said Becky, trying to say she wasn’t a toy.

WHACK!

She soon went quiet after that. If she even looked like acting up, Angela just showed her the whip…

The meeting went quite uneventfully after that, as uneventfully as any meeting can be with a naked, muzzled woman in chains kneeling by the conference table.

As the meeting finished, one of the other women, dressed all in red, came over.

“May I?”, she said.

“Of course,”, said Angela, handing her Becky’s leash.

Becky’s eyes went wide with terror…

Becky was whimpering when the woman brought her back, later.

Her rear was very red, new welts across it. Her eyes blazed with hatred, however, when she saw Angela.

Angela just took Becky down to the car park, in silence, and bundled her back into the boot of her car again…

Becky was unceremoniously dumped onto her bed back at the flat.

Angela, back in her ‘normal’ clothes, then unlocked her.

Becky promptly belted her, knocking her to the ground.

“You BITCH!”, she wailed.

“I guess you think I deserved that”, said Angela, ruefully. “However, I just wanted to show you what the world you’re thinking of ‘playing in’ is really like. After all, I’ve been Mistress of this area for years…!”

“Anyway, have you had this urge knocked out of your system now, or does my ‘pet’ need another lesson…?”

Sheepishly, Becky held out the collar and leash…

Angela’s lesson, meant to put Becky off, had had exactly the opposite effect of that intended. Becky had only been angry and walloped her because if she had known she would have asked for an introduction long ago.

From then on, Becky ‘attended’ Angela at all the meetings she went to. She also had a firm respect for the woman in the red dress…