Amy comes bounding home happy, but she doesn’t know why.

Her sister Claire, hugging her, wants to see her new work uniform.

"Come on, open your coat. Let me see."

Amy opens her coat, and gasps with shock as a latex catsuit and a corset with buckles down the front come into view...

She shrieks and tries to undo it, but all the buckles are locked, somehow...

“What’s wrong?”, Claire asks. “You told me you liked your new uniform.”

“I didn’t agree to this…!”, Amy wailed. “I want it off…!”

Everything Amy and Claire tried had no effect. The buckles and zips were all locked, or stuck; the catsuit was also very tight, so it couldn’t just be ‘slipped off’. Amy’s gloved hands couldn’t even grip the buckles.

Suddenly, the girls heard a quiet bleeping from a box mounted on the collar round Amy’s neck.

“Shift start: 15 minutes”, an automated voice said. “Report to club now.”

“Go to hell”, Amy said. “I’m not going back there.”

The collar shocked her. She yelped.

“Report to club now.”, the voice repeated.

“Fuck you!”, said Amy.

Zap!

This time, the shock was so strong Amy fell to her knees.

“I can’t fight this, Claire”, she said. “I’ve got to go to work.”

Before Claire could stop her, she headed out of the door, running as best as she could in her new boots.

The club was close, so it only took her a few minutes to get there. Even so, the collar zapped her again for being late.

Sadly, Amy did her shift; to her surprise, however, none of the other staff seemed to be wearing the collars. Why had she been singled out to be punished like that…?

When she was allowed to take a ten-minute break, she asked her manager about her collar.

“It was the bosses specific instructions”, he said. “Other than that, I wasn’t told anything.”

As if she knew she was being talked about, the boss walked in. Her regal figure looked around the club, her casual indifference and her air of aloofness definitely apparent. Then her eyes locked on Amy…

“Ah, there you are. You’re late.”, she said. “You’re still managing to disobey me, even after I had your collar fitted. Never mind, you’re here now. Get over here, and let’s get to work.”

“Fuck you!”, was Amy’s response. “Get this damn thing off of me!”

The boss strode straight over. Amy’s manager cowered, trying to convince Amy to back down, but she stood firm. The boss then looped a perfectly manicured finger through the ring on Amy’s collar.

“I… said… come… here.”

“No.”

“People don’t say ‘no’ to me.”

“They do now.”

Amy stood, defiantly, bracing herself for another shock.

To her amazement, the boss removed the collar.

“Good. You’re exactly what I’d hoped you’d be. Come with me… please?”

Sort of in a state of shock, Amy let the boss escort her to the VIP suites. Her manager, behind, nearly fainted…

In the suite, another shock; the boss kissed her, then started undressing her, unlocking her uniform and removing it. For some reason, Amy didn’t stop her. She then brought out a very expensive set of lingerie, and an absolutely stunning dress, almost as stunning as hers.

Gently, carefully, she dressed Amy. She then steered her over to the dressing room; her dressing table in the VIP suite was a whole room.

She spent ages doing Amy’s hair and makeup.

When she’d finished, Amy could have been her twin…

She then walked back out into the club, holding Amy’s hand…

“May I have your attention please”, she said. The music stopped; the club went quiet.

“I’d like to introduce you to my new partner, Amy Hills. Everything she says round here, treat it as if it’s me saying it. Amy is my fiancée.”

There were gasps…

On the dance floor, Claire’s mouth nearly hit the floor.

“Amy! Snap out of it!”, she cried.

“Snap out of what, sweetie?”, replied Amy. “This is what I want.”

“I can assure you, Claire, that I’m not making her do anything she doesn’t want to do”, said the boss. “She’s not wearing her collar, and I’ve removed her uniform. I only did that in the first place to make sure she came back to me when I needed her.”

“Come up and sit with us”, Amy said. “You need to meet Savannah properly.”

There was another gasp from the crowd, this one more of respect. Only people in the bosses inner circle were allowed to use her name…

Amy held out an arm, and she and Savannah lifted Claire up onto the stage. The three then walked back through to the VIP lounge area.

“I’m going to mingle for a minute”, said Savannah. “You two catch up, I’ll be back.”

Claire looked Amy up and down.

“Wow. You look amazing”, she said.

“Savannah did it all”, Amy said. “She really knows how to treat someone properly.”

“I don’t understand, though”, said Claire. “Why the change? Why the collar, to start with, the locked-on uniform? Why all that?”

“Savannah couldn’t take the chance that I’d not come back to the club. She loves me. She knew I might not remember things properly; someone spiked my drink when I was here, I remember that now.”

“She could see I was forgetting things; the easiest way for her to make sure I came back to her was give me a job as one of the staff; I’ve been jobhunting for a while, so that was an obvious choice for me. Trouble was, the drug that I’d been given was making me really afraid of the club; that’s where the collar came in.”

Amy spun the deactivated collar on her finger.

“Savannah doesn’t really use these on her staff”, she said. “She ‘borrowed’ it from a Dominatrix friend of hers. Like I said, she was so desperate to not lose me. I think it’s rather sweet, in a way…”

At that point, Savannah came back to the table.

“Has my girl explained things well enough?”, she said.

“Yes, she’s made it clear about how you feel, as well as saying she hasn’t been really forced to do anything she doesn’t want to. It was just a very unorthodox way of going about it, that was all. I was worried about her…”

To Claire’s amazement, Savannah hugged her.

“I can tell. You were looking after her, as well. You’ll always be welcome at the club.”

“What about you, Amy? What now?”, Savannah asked. “The top floor is yours any time you want it. I’m in the penthouse above, and Stevens has the flat below. Any time he’s not working on something directly for me, he’s available.”

Claire’s mouth dropped open, and she rolled her eyes. Savannah gently pushed her mouth shut again.

“You’re letting the flies in, dear”, she said, with a quiet laugh.

The three, now good friends, carried on talking late into the night…