Claire had gone out for a walk. It had just stopped raining, and there were puddles everywhere. People were folding their umbrellas and putting their hoods back, however, as the sun was out and it was quite warm.

That was what made the young woman in the park seem a bit ‘off’. She still had her thick black rubber cape tightly buttoned up and the hood over her head. Also, she kept going up to people, as if she wanted to ask them something, then she would turn away at the last moment.

Finally, Claire had had enough. She could see that the woman needed some kind of help and she was going to offer it.

“Excuse me, Miss, are you ok?”, she asked. “Is something wrong?”

The woman actually flinched. She was scared of being noticed…?

Claire tried again.

“What’s up?”, she asked. “Can I help you?”

The woman shook her head.

“Nobody can help me now…”, she said, quietly.

Claire almost didn’t hear her.

“Things can’t be that bad”, she said. “Please, let me help you.”

The woman allowed Claire to steer her over to a bench in the park, and they both sat. All the time, the woman was making sure no-one else was watching.

“What’s wrong?”, Claire asked. “What are you afraid of…?”

“You wouldn’t understand”, the woman replied. “Please, you’re only making it worse. Just let me go. I’m only allowed out when it’s raining…”

Claire was mystified.

“Why?”

“I have to wear my cape”, the woman explained. “I’m not allowed out without it on…”

“That’s ridiculous!”, exclaimed Claire. “How old are you?”

“22”, the woman said. “My… partner has complete control over me, however.”

The woman was getting more and more uncomfortable, noticeably nervous and twitchy. Claire was sure she also could hear a noise coming from under the woman’s cape. She helped out at a dog grooming centre, and the sound was the noise the metal chain leads made with some of the big dogs…

Before the woman could stop her, Claire started unbuttoning her cape.

“No, don’t…!!”

Too late.

Claire gasped in shock at what she had seen.

“Please! Do my cape back up! It will only cause trouble for both of us! Please…!”

The woman was wearing a black latex corset, with lace edging, with built in rubber cups for her breasts. There was a metal belt round her waist, over the corset, with a ring in the middle. A chain was passing though the ring; this was attached to manacles around her wrists. All this was firmly locked on with padlocks.

Apart from the corset, the woman was completely naked. No knickers, stockings, shoes, nothing. Claire had only just noticed that the woman was barefoot.

“I’m getting you help”, Claire said, defiantly. “No-one should be forced to go around like that.”

“It’s none of your damn business what I wear!”, the woman cried. “Just button my cape back up and leave me alone!”

Claire could tell that the woman was terrified. Who had done this to her, to instil such fear?

Even as Claire went to help her up, the woman went as white as a sheet.

“It’s too late! She’s coming! She’s found out…!”

The woman frantically pulled herself out of Claire’s grasp.

“Run, please! Now! She might leave you alone if you do…!”

Claire froze. She had no idea what to do. She felt she didn’t want to leave the young woman on her own, especially handicapped as she was, but at the same time the woman’s fear was rubbing off on her…!

“I see you’ve been messing with my pet”, came a quiet voice from behind her. “weren’t you ever taught to leave other people’s things alone?”

Claire spun round, furious.

The dark-skinned woman that stood there was massive.

Strongly built, and so tall that Claire, standing up straight, was gazing straight into the woman’s breasts. Picture Grace Jones, and you’d be about right.

Claire suppressed a gulp. However, she was going to stand up for the other woman.

“I don’t care how strong or powerful you are; you don’t get to treat women like this!”, she said, pointing at the woman in the cape.

“What if she’s asked me to?”, the amazon replied. “She’s my pet, my toy; by her own request.”

“But she’s terrified of you!”, Claire cried.

“No, she’s not; she’s terrified of what I could do to you”, the amazon replied. “Who said you could undo her cape and embarrass her like that in public? If you’d kept it closed, no-one could see what she was wearing.”

The statuesque woman reached past Claire and carefully buttoned the other woman’s cape back up.

“It’s alright, Misty”, she said. “I know it wasn’t you’re fault. I heard everything.”

She stroked the other woman’s head, then wiped away her tears.

To Claire’s amazement, she then helped Misty up.

“Come on. It’s stopped raining, and you’re late for tea.”

The pair went to leave.

“My name is Amber, by the way”, she said. “I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but Misty is quite ok with me. You’re welcome to come and see for yourself, if you like…?”

Something made Claire agree to go with them. She was still worried about Misty. Misty, however, now looked quite calm, even hopeful that Claire was coming too…

Claire walked out of the park with Amber and Misty. She was glad to see that Misty was looking more cheerful, but she still wanted to be sure that she was being looked after properly. They crossed the road, headed down a side street, and stopped outside a large Victorian era house.

“This is me”, said Amber. “Please, come in.”

She unlocked the door, then motioned Claire inside. She went in, followed by Amber, with Misty bringing up the rear, as usual for her.

The house inside was beautiful and immaculate.

“Wow…”, Claire said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you”, said Amber. “This is all Misty’s doing. She keeps the whole place tidy while I’m at work.”

Amber turned round and undid Misty’s cape, then hung it on a stand, by the door.

“Run along, girl”, she said. “Tea won’t make itself.”

Misty scuttled off to the kitchen, where the sounds of tea making could soon be heard.

“How does she manage, chained up like that?”, asked Claire.

“A lot of practice”, said Amber. “Please, join me in the living room.”

Claire came into the living room and sat where Amber indicated. Amber sat next to her, legs crossed. Claire noticed that Amber was looking at her oddly…

“Have you ever tried modelling?”, she asked. “You’ve really got the bone structure for it.”

“It’s never occurred to me”, Claire replied. “I’ve had enough to do, just living.”

“You never know…”, said Amber. She looked like she was going to say more, but Misty came in with the tea on a silver tray.

Claire was a little self-conscious of Misty’s nakedness from the waist down; however, it didn’t seem to bother her or Amber at all. Indeed, Misty waggled her behind in Amber’s direction, earning herself a swat on the backside. Giggling, she set off back to the kitchen, to get herself a drink.

“As you can see, she’s quite happy here”, said Amber, as they drank tea together. “As will you be.”

“What…?”, said Claire, woozily. Misty had followed Amber’s instructions and drugged the tea…

Claire dizzily came back to consciousness in a tiny windowless room at the back of the house. She let out a shriek as she realised that she was dressed identically to Misty…

The first few minutes were spent frantically trying to get free. No use. All her manacles were firmly locked, just like the ones Misty had been wearing. All that was missing was the cape. She looked around the room and saw Amber sitting in a chair by the opposite wall.

“Ah, good. You’re awake. Time to explain things and start your training.”, Amber said. “Misty has been complaining for some time that she’s overworked and in need of an assistant. I thought she’d like one that actually cares about her, so I’ve ‘recruited’ you. You are now Misty’s assistant and will do any jobs that she hasn’t got time for.”

“Fuck that!”, exploded Claire. “Get me out of this shit!”

Amber strode over and slapped Claire. Hard.

“Slave, behave!”

“Screw you!”, replied Claire.

“No, screw you”, said Amber, putting her hand between Claire’s legs. She inserted a finger…

Despite everything, Claire bit her lip and moaned. Damn, this woman was turning her on…!

Amber then slid into bed with Claire…

Claire was breathing very heavily, and with difficulty due to the corset, after Amber had ‘finished’ with her.

“You bitch…!”, she moaned. “How the hell did you work out I was a lesbian? You’ve only just met me…!”

“I saw the way you were looking at Misty”, Amber said. “She was very grateful, by the way. She knew you were only trying to help. She fancies you, by the way.”

Claire blushed, guiltily. She felt the same way…

“Never forget, though, I’m in charge”, Amber said. “My needs come first.”

“I can live with that”, said Claire. “Are these chains really necessary, though?”

“Don’t you like your new uniform?”, asked Amber. “You could always complain to the management…”, she said, with a smile…

Claire playfully thumped Amber on the arm.

“As if that would get me anywhere…!”, she said, also just as playfully.

For some reason, Claire felt comfortable with Amber and Misty. Interestingly, that worked the other way round as well…

Misty showed Claire the jobs that she was having trouble doing. None of them were unreasonable; the only problem was the frequent breaks during staff training. Misty kept getting rather flustered watching Claire at work…

Amber caught the pair one time having sex in the kitchen.

“Hygiene, please!”, she cried in dismay. “You two are like a pair of animals in heat. Pack it in while you’re working, or I’ll fit you both with chastity belts!”

“It’s your fault; you designed the uniform”, said Claire, totally unrepentant. Misty just sniggered…

From then on, the atmosphere at the house was really light-hearted. Amber had to occasionally discipline one or the other of her ‘servants’ but she never got rough with them. They both also took turns sleeping with Amber in her bed (with all three in the bed on occasion).

Claire wasn’t issued with a cape; this was because she was an ‘indoor’ slave. Misty was a little miffed; this meant she had to do all the shopping. Amber solved the problem by ordering online and having everything delivered, so Misty’s outings turned back into her reward when it was raining.

“And don’t bring home any more strays!”, Amber called after her, as she went out one afternoon…