The bath water was hot enough for Mindy to see little wafts of steam drifting lazily across the surface. Mentally, she ticked off the chores Jonathan had given her and was satisfied that each had been completed. It would ruin everything if she displeased her master on this day; on this Valentine’s Day.

The soothing water was helping to calm Mindy’s nerves. To be honest, she was so filled with anticipation she could hardly stand it. How would her master react to the present she was about to give him? She knew it was something he wanted, but would he be irritated because she had made the arrangements instead of him?

Jonathan was a man who liked having control, and as such, he was a wonderful master. Mindy had been with him for three years, since meeting him in college. He’d been a graduate student at the time, and had dominated her since their first date. The young blonde hadn’t even realized that she was a submissive until she fell under her master’s control. It felt so natural to her, though, that she fell into the role with ease, and with pleasure.

An hour later, Mindy knelt in her spot by the front door, awaiting Jonathan’s arrival. She had to admit she felt like a puppy kneeling there, waiting for her master to come home. He would often amplify that feeling when he would walk in, pat her head, tell her what a good little pet she was, and then command her to ‘come’ as he went to change clothes.

It was a little humiliating, but part of her embarrassment came from knowing how much those actions and commands aroused her.

A sound outside the door made her sit up just a little straighter. Her nervousness over telling him of her present was making her palms sweat. Now that the time was upon her, she wasn’t really sure how she was even going to bring it up!

With her head bowed, Mindy knew instantly that something was amiss. The shoes before her were not her master’s shoes, but a pair of black spiked high-heels.

“Oh god! You really are that stupid!”

It was Mistress Serena! What was she doing there? Mindy’s plan was for Jonathan to call her and ask if she would like to come over. That was going to be her gift to her master; to invite the Dominatrix over. He had asked her several times but, to be honest, Mistress Serena scared the hell out of her, and she had always respectfully declined her master’s request. It was one thing she loved about her master; he respected her boundaries.

Mindy had wracked her brain trying to think of something to give her master for Valentine’s Day, and in a spark of inspiration had remembered his desire to share her with the Domme. It had taken all of her nerve to present herself at Serena’s doorstep with her idea, but she’d done it for her master’s enjoyment.

“Mistress, I thought…”

“You are not allowed to think, whore!” the black-clad Domme barked as she walked into the room and stood behind the kneeling slave. Mindy felt the woman squat down and pull her wrists together. There was a slight tug and the sound of metal clinking and Mindy’s wrist cuffs were linked behind her.

One more time, Mindy tried to understand what the woman was doing, “Master was going to call you when…Owww!”

The naked woman’s head was pulled back sharply by the Mistress as she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. When Mindy opened her mouth to protest Serena had no difficulty slipping a big rubber ball gag into that space. A second later the strap was being buckled behind her head, rendering Mindy helpless to mount any further protests.

“Let’s go, whore,” Serena said as she grabbed Mindy’s arm and pulled upward. Mindy rose to her feet and was guided quickly out the door and down the front steps.

Mindy was a good slave. She was as submissive as they came. But the sight of Serena’s car parked in the driveway with the trunk open triggered a resistance that even surprised her. If the powerful Domme hadn’t had a good grip on her arm she might have actually gotten away.

The yelp that came as she was unceremoniously dumped into the open trunk was barely heard past the gag, and she instinctively ducked as the trunk was slammed shut over her.

“Damn, that was easier than I’d imagined,” Mindy heard the woman say as she walked around to the driver’s seat.

She’d been slave-napped! Mindy thought back to her brief meeting with the Domme as she explained her plan to give her master his gift. As nervous as she was to have gone to see the Mistress, Serena had seemed so accommodating at the time, so nice to her. She had left wondering why she had been so afraid of the woman in the past. Now she knew it had all been an act.

A short while later the car came to a stop and when the trunk was opened Mindy found herself in a garage. Struggling proved to be as fruitless as it had been before, as the larger, stronger, woman guided her out of the trunk and through the door.

Her nakedness had never made her feel as vulnerable as it suddenly did now. With her wrists locked behind her she felt like a lamb being led to slaughter as she was directed down a flight of stairs into what appeared to be a well-equipped dungeon.

With practiced ease, Serena lifted her arms behind her and attached the cuffs to a hanging chain, forcing her to bend at the waist.

“Did she give you any problems?”

It was her master’s voice!

“No, she was an angel, just like you said she’d be.”

Jonathan walked over and bent down, kissing his slave on the cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, slave,” he whispered.