WARNING: This one is a bit dark…

Esme was shaking with fear.

She had displeased her mistress, badly.

She’d been setting the table for her mistress’ banquet when she’d dropped a whole bottle of red wine. It had smashed and gone everywhere…

She’d tried to clear the mess up but only made it worse. The room looked like a warzone; wine splashed everywhere, like blood…

Mistress had picked that exact time to walk in with her friends. She was horrified…

She had hurriedly steered her ‘guests’ to another room; the look she gave Esme terrified her…

Esme had spent all evening frantically trying to tidy up the mess, to no effect. Mistress’ guests had left; she came storming back into the room and hit Esme, hard.

“You disgusting little worm, you’ve ruined everything!”, she cried. “My guests couldn’t unsee the mess that you had made of the banquet room. They were insulted, and they actually left early to get away from me.”

“Now its time for you to pay for what you did…”

Esme was dragged off into the dungeon.

She screamed once, then fainted, as Mistress sewed her mouth tightly shut.

Mistress then picked her up and, almost tenderly, carried her out into the back garden, and on into the little wooded area behind.

There, in the clearing, was a solid wooden cross…

Esme was just starting to come round. She’d probably have been better off staying unconscious…

She tried to scream through her sealed mouth as her mistress nailed her to the cross, and then single-handedly hauled the cross upright.

Tears streamed round Esme’s cheeks. What hurt more, though, was the fact that she had let her Mistress down…

Sadly, Mistress headed back to the house. Why had Esme let her down like that…?

Mistress was crying by the time she got back in. Why was it upsetting her so much…?

She went to get a drink, to settle her nerves.

Then she saw the red wine stains…

With a howl, she collapsed to her knees, wailing. Now she knew what was wrong. She loved Esme…!

She went tearing back into the garden, praying that she wasn’t too late…

Esme was almost unconscious again. She was only dimly aware of the cross moving…

Mistress had lowered it back down and, using the strength that insanity brings, she had pulled out the nails holding Esme to the cross. She then carried the limp form back into the house…

Esme awoke in Mistress’ bed; her mouth was unsealed and her wrists and ankles bandaged. Mistress was lying next to her, looking at her…

To her amazement, Mistress kissed her. First gently, on the cheek, then just as gently on the mouth. Esme, throwing caution to the winds, kissed her back, hungrily…

Sex was incredible. Seems that a near death experience does wonders for the sex drive…

Next morning, Mistress brought out a beautiful red latex dress and proceeded to dress Esme in it. She cried.

“I don’t deserve this! I’m just your slave, a servant!”

“Not anymore, you aren’t.”, said Mistress, stroking her hair.

Esme was scared. Was Mistress getting rid of her…?

“You’ve got a much more important place, now. My lover…!”

Esme cried again. These, though, were tears of joy…

Mistress spent ages with Esme, teaching her all she knew about her ‘art’.

One day, however, she brought Esme home a ‘present’. Esme’s older brother, Clay, who had always been bullying her.

“I think you two know each other”, she said, dumping Clay in front of Esme. “’It’ can stay, if you wish; however, remember my rules for this place.”

“Yes, Mistress”, said Esme, looking at the moaning heap on the floor. “This is a women only establishment. Have you still got any of those bodysuits from the last party left?”

Mistress chuckled.

“I see where you’re going…”

Clay was forcibly converted into a woman by being sealed into an appropriately shaped bodysuit.

“These suits are permanent, by the way”, Esme told him, “They don’t come off, ever.”

She laughed as she sealed it shut. She then fitted Clay with a pink pageboy wig.

“Your new name is ‘Pet’”, she said. “You will answer to that from now on, or you will be punished.”

Pet stared down at her new body, watching her breasts jiggle.

“The fuck I will!”, she cried. “Get me out of this damn thing!”

Esme slapped her.

“That’s strike one. Behave!”

Esme fastened a nametag onto Pet’s collar.

“You must have forgotten your name, so here’s a nametag for you, Pet”, Esme said, emphasising the name.

She then fastened a leash to her collar and took her in to meet Mistress.

“Oooh, she’s cute!”, said Mistress. “Can I play?”

“Of course”, said Esme, handing Mistress the leash…

Mistress did everything for Esme, and vice versa; they made each other complete. After all, they now had Pet to do all the chores around the house.

Pet even ended up as a bridesmaid at their wedding…