Lady Eleanor's Collection 5: Party Guest

Story 5 - Party Guest

Jane Morris was walking along a road and while the sun was struggling to break through the clouds, she was enjoying her trip out into the Buckinghamshire countryside.  Ahead of her to one side was a small cottage past which the road ran.  Just a short way on was a small side lane which climbed up the hill, and through the trees Jane could catch glimpses of a large house.  She thought it would be good to get a view from the hill top and continue walking along the ridge.  She started to head towards the lane.

“You don’t want to go up there.”

Jane heard a voice and turned to see an old woman she had not noticed before in the front garden of the cottage.

“Why not?”  Jane asked, intrigued by the woman’s warning.

“Not unless you want to become one of Lady Eleanor’s girls.”

“Lady Eleanor?”

“Lady Eleanor, she owns the big house, always welcoming to women like you.”  The women glowered as if that said enough.  She returned to uprooting weeds.

“Oh well, thanks.”  Jane said, not really knowing what to say.

She gave little thought to what the woman had meant and put it all down to the mumblings of the elderly.  The woman turned back and went into her house.  Rather than feel put off by her words, Jane found her curiosity stimulated and now headed up the lane with more determination.

The lane soon twisted and she lost sight of the road.  The hillside levelled out before rising again.  She stopped and looked over the field that her path ran alongside.  A young woman was riding a horse around and over a few jumps.  Jane, who had ridden when she was younger, stopped and watched.  Then the woman caught sight of her and rode over to the lane.

“Hello, there.”  The woman said cheerfully.  She looked over Jane and noting the rucksack asked, “Are you on holiday?”

“Yes, well, just for a few days.  Doing a bit of hiking, this is a lovely part of the countryside.  I hope you didn’t mind me watching.  You were going well.”

The woman dismissed any concern with a gesture.  “Thanks.  Do you ride?”

“Yes.”  Jane responded though a little surprised that she did.

“How about coming for a hack with me?  We have got some great mounts up at the house.  What do you say?”

“Sure.”  Jane replied, finding the woman’s easy friendliness refreshing.

“Great.  I’m Karyn.  Just follow the lane and I will meet you at the gate of the field.”  She said smiling.

“Right, I’m Jane.”  She said and smiled back.

Jane walked up the lane and soon the big house was clearly in sight.  Karyn had dismounted and stood holding her horse.  Jane had first thought Karyn was wearing standard riding clothes but close up she noticed that her jodhpurs were of shiny, tight beige leather, running into polished riding boots; her black jacket and waistcoat were also leather.

“I haven’t got any gear.” Jane said as she reached Karyn.

Now she felt slightly hesitant, the unusual nature of Karyn’s outfit made her remember what the old woman had said.

“No worry, we have loads spare at the house.”  Karyn's warm response seemed to reassure Jane.

They walked up to the house and round the side to the stables.  Karyn tied up her horse in a stall and led Jane into the house.  It was large, and nicely furnished with rich art work and furniture.  Jane looked at the various photos on the wall.  Many showed the same woman, in various clothes: some sort of noblewoman’s outfit, in a scientist’s white coat, and dressed in a military uniform.

“Who’s this?  Lady Eleanor?”

Karyn nodded.  “Well, to give her all her proper titles: Professor Major Lady Eleanor Nash.”

“Major lady?  Strange title.”

“No she’s a major, in the Territorial Army and she’s a lady too, capital ‘l’.  She inherited this from her uncle, he had no children and her father had all girls.”

“Right.  Good for her.”  Jane said as she continued along the corridor.

“You can change in here.” Karyn said leading her into a spare bedroom.

She disappeared briefly into a neighbouring room and returned with riding clothes that matched her own.

“I’ve never worn leather jodhpurs.”  Jane said hesitantly as she slipped off her jeans and sweater.

“They’re really comfortable, once you’ve tried them you won’t want to take them off.”  Karyn said and then stepped out of the room as if that was all the explanation needed.

Jane hesitated then slipped on the dark silk blouse, it was smooth and cool on her then she eased on the jodhpurs, naturally they were skin-tight and whilst they covered her legs in shiny beige leather they felt little different to a standard pair.  She ran her hands over her slippery bum, finding she liked the feel.  Now her worries had subsided she pulled on the leather waistcoat and buttoned it up.  She sat on the bed to slide her leathered legs into her riding boots.  Finally she pulled on a fitted leather jacket.  Then Jane walked up and down in front of the mirror delighting in how the light caught her clothes and the leather softly creaked to her every move.

Karyn came back smiling. “Ready?” she asked.

Jane nodded and was led out to the stables.  A horse waited alongside Karyn’s.  The two women mounted and rode off around the fields.  Jane enjoyed the ride and as she did she began to feel aroused by the clothes she wore, the leather seemed to shaping to her body, teasing her skin sensuously.

They rode back in to the stables.  Two stable girls dressed a bit like Karyn took the horses from them.  Jane was used to stabling a horse she rode, but she guessed these were Lady Eleanor’s servants and that was their job.  Karyn accompanied Jane back to the house.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, it was great, thank you.”

“You must come and meet Lady Eleanor.  She’s wonderful, she’ll love to meet you, make you one of her girls.”

“Shall I get changed first?”

“No need, she’ll be pleased to see you like that.”

“Okay.”  Jane said a little nervously.

Now she was off the horse Jane was again conscious of how the tight leather felt against her body.  As Karyn walked ahead of her through a side door, the beige leather of her jodhpurs rippled around her bum, Jane realised hers must appear the same.  The thought aroused her, but she was coming to believe what Karyn had said about not wanting to take this leather gear off.

Karyn led Jane into a large conservatory.  A woman in her late thirties was sat in a wicker chair.  She was dressed in red leather: tight trousers which sat high on her waist and a halter top.  Her boots were pointed and had high, sharp heels.  Jane began to wonder what this house was about, but then, she told herself the wealthy were eccentric and it was probably prejudice and jealousy which had shaped the old woman’s opinion.

“Lady Eleanor.”  Karyn said, going to stand beside her.

The woman in red leather put down her book.  Seeing Jane she smiled at her.  “A new friend Karyn?  You’ve been riding?”

“Yes.  This is Jane, she’s on holiday down here.  She was hiking down the lane.”

“I’m glad you invited her in.  She looks wonderful in the riding gear.”

Lady Eleanor extended her hand.  Jane stepped forward and shook it nervously.

“Nice to meet you.  I hope you’ll stay.”

“Erm, er.”  Jane did not know what to stay, but she had to admit the prospect of wearing the leathers for a little longer was tempting.  “That would be nice.”  She said.

“Great, we’re having a party tonight: you can meet the other girls here and some of my friends.”

“Ah, I’ve only got jeans and sweaters and things, nothing smart.”

“Don’t worry, I have lots of things I am sure you can squeeze into.  Karyn’ll lace you into something suitable.”  Lady Eleanor glanced at her watch.  “If that’s the time, I’d better go and get ready myself, people will start arriving soon.  You two go off and find something nice.”

Jane was going to protest but realised that in fact she was excited, wondering that if Lady Eleanor dressed like this for daily wear, what her idea of party clothes would be.  Karyn looked happy as Jane turned to follow her to a bedroom to change in.

“First, step in and have a shower.  There’s some special gel, that’s good.  Try it out.”  Karyn said, indicating a door off to one side.  “There are towels and a robe in there.”

“Great.”  Jane said.

She still felt this was all a little peculiar, but she guessed a rich woman like Lady Eleanor had enough to go round and liked sharing her wealth.

Jane got in the shower room and quickly shed her leathers.  She hung them up, but could not resist running her fingers over them.  They were so smooth and had a rich aroma that she had come to like.  However, she was pleased to be able to shower after being out on the horses and the shower gel, held in a large glass jar smelt delicious and it really made Jane tingle, not just her skin, but somehow deep inside her too.  Showered, Jane stepped out into the main room in the robe she had found with a towel wrapped around her head.  Karyn was dressed similarly.

“I just popped back to my room.”  Karyn explained.  “Now, let’s see what we can find so you can be properly dressed for the party.  Something bold, I think, we want you to stand out as the new girl, so everyone can see you.”

Karyn walked over to the wardrobe and threw its double doors open.  Inside the rails were crowded with clothes and immediately Jane could see most were shiny, a lot were black, some red, purple and other shades.  Beneath them were a variety of shoes and long boots, all with high heels, many with platform soles as well.  Karyn grabbed something in red, then ran along looking for some boots to match.

Jane was feeling self-conscious and wondered if she had made some great mistake coming here.  Now the stories of eccentric wealthy ladies were being replaced in her mind by thoughts of young women being lured into prostitution.  Was this house just simply a high-class brothel?  Jane’s thoughts spiralled, wondering what to do next.

“Erm, Karyn.  I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What?”  Karyn turned round, with an armful of rubber clothes.

“Erm, me staying, going to the party.  I think I made a mistake, I think I should be on my way.”

Karyn looked truly disappointed.  “Really?  That’s a shame.  Can’t you just stay for the party and go tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s the party I’m worried about.  What’s going to happen there?”

“A bit of drinking, music, chatting, some dancing, a usual party.”

“And they’ll be men?”  Jane asked tentatively.

Karyn laughed lightly.  “That’s what’s worrying you?  You know Lady Eleanor’s a lesbian and you’re worried she’s lusting after you.”

Jane looked uncomfortable.  “No, that wasn’t really it, but I guess that is one problem.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll be surprised if she’ll even notice you, there’ll be lots of people there.  Anyway, she’s very decent, she’d not expect any of us to do anything we didn’t want to do, you can be sure of that.”

“It was just…, just the clothes.”

“A bit different from leggings and a blouse down the local nightclub?  Yes, but Lady Eleanor’s got more money than she knows what to do with.  She buys stacks of this stuff.  I’m sure you’ve seen women in a lot more extreme even in your local nightclub, skimpy foil shorts and bras, long clompy boots.  It’s fun, and here we’re all in the same situation.  Come on, give it a go.  I am sure you’ll actually find you enjoy it.  You liked the riding outfit.”

Karyn’s points sounded reasonable and did reassure Jane quite a bit.  She might as well experiment here, where she was never likely to meet anyone who saw her ever again, rather than feel a fool in her home town.

“Okay.”  Jane conceded at last.  “What have you chosen?”

Karyn looked enthusiastic.  “Probably not your usual colour, but go with it, you want to make an entrance.”  She held up something in a glossy material which seemed to be mass of red criss-crossed laces.  “This is pretty figure hugging stuff, so take this and daub it on where the clothes will touch, it will help you slip into it.”

Karyn handed Jane a pot of cream that looked like a moisturiser.  A little awkwardly Jane uncovered herself a piece at a time, spreading the cream on as if it was suntan lotion.  As the cream sank in, it left Jane’s skin with a smooth shine, and made it tingle.  Rather self-consciously she felt her breasts rising and hardening, and she tried to ignore the excitement of her pussy.  The task complete, Jane slipped her robe back on and stood up.

Karyn laid the clothes on the bed.  Jane hesitated.

“You can’t go down dressed like that.”  Karyn said, tugging playfully at Jane’s robe.  “Come on, you’ll feel great in this.”

“Okay.”  Jane said, slipping off the robe.  “What about underwear?”

Karyn giggled.  “You won’t need any.  This’ll hug you tighter than any underwear.”

Jane was reluctant but Karyn gathered up the glossy outfit and knelt down indicating that Jane was to step into it.  Slowly Jane put in one foot then the other and in moments Karyn was rising, pulling the clinging rubber up Jane’s legs and in an instant, her bum and waist were coated.  Jane held out her right arm and then the left and they were soon covered in the same bright red rubber.  Karyn fussed around her, pulling laces and straps.  Then, again kneeling, she guided Jane’s feet into shiny ankle boots, buckling them tight, forcing Jane to rise on their high heels.

Jane felt impatient to see herself in full, but Karyn guided her to the dressing table and quickly applied make-up to Jane’s face and painted her nails.  Only once all was fixed and the nail varnish dry did she let Jane stand up.

“Not quite yet.”  Karyn said, handing Jane a pair of fingerless gloves, as shiny red as the rest of her clothes; Jane slipped them on.

Jane felt both excited and nervous.  Her body was firmly held by shiny rubber that she could sense gripping her with every breath she took.  She ran her hands over her thighs now bright red and slippery, impossibly sexy.  Finally Jane stepped up to the mirror and looked at the glossy red clothes she wore.  She felt sexy as she moved, exposed, and accessible.  The tight red rubber clung all around her body.  The bodysuit was drawn together with straps at her firm breasts, leaving the naked cleavage between held so tightly.  The rubber ran skin-tight down her body, binding her bum in its gloss and over her thighs and knees before stopping just above her calves.  Below, her feet wore the shiny ankle boots with their sharp heels and tight straps.  Along her arms, the rubber stretched just past her elbows.  Her nails emerged long and silvered from the matching fingerless gloves.  Jane looked at her face, hardly recognising the woman standing there with her eyelids and lips painted a pale metallic colour.

“Right, now me.  What do you think?”  Karyn said.

Jane turned to see what she was suggesting.  Karyn held a long dark purple dress, with a strap only on one shoulder and a long slit to the thigh on the opposite leg.

“Looks great.”  Jane responded enthusiastically.  She was beginning to get into this dressing up.

Karyn, smiled, pleased.  She shed her robe to reveal her naked body beneath.  An oriental dragon was tattooed around her body with its tail coming to a point close to her shaven pussy, its body running across her back and over her shoulder so its tongue could lick her nipple like a cherry.  Whilst Jane had often been around naked women in changing rooms, this time she felt a little apprehensive, probably because of what Karyn had said about Lady Eleanor’s sexuality which Jane was beginning to think Karyn shared, particularly with such a provocative tattoo.  So, rather than feeling that she was in the presence of just another woman, Jane felt it was like standing by whilst a man she knew was attracted to her stripped off and clothed himself in something very sexy.

“Erm, I need the toilet.”  Jane stuttered.

“It’s just through there.”  Karyn nodded to a smaller door next to the one to the shower room.

“Okay.”  Jane said, but hesitated, watching Karyn run the zip up the side of her dress sealing it into the shiny leather, her nipples obvious where the dress clung to her breasts.

Jane stood up from the bed, but for a moment did nothing else as Karyn bent over to zip up the matching knee-length boots, with sharp cone heels and platform soles.  Jane had never seen a woman wear boots like that, and she wondered what it would be like to walk around in them.

“Or you could stay here and watch me dress.”  Karyn glanced up quickly, grinning broadly.

“Erm, no, I have to go.”  Jane said and shuffled awkwardly into the toilet, quietly sliding the bolt across.

Once inside, Jane felt her pulse pounding.  Her mind wondered what she was getting herself into, what she was willing to let happen and what she was not.  She went through the motions, but realised it would be difficult to disentangle herself from the clinging bodysuit she wore.

“Come down when you’re ready.”  Karyn called from outside the door.

Jane felt embarrassed that Karyn had guessed her reluctance.  “I won’t be long, it’s just I’m not used to this kind of outfit.”

“Do you want me to unlace you from it?”

“Erm, no, it’s alright, I’ve got it done now.  I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure you do.”

Jane heard Karyn leave the room.  She waited a few moments, then washed her hands.  She was being childish, she was a grown woman, secure in her sexuality, why should she not experiment; have some fun?  Slowly she pulled back the bolt and stepped out into the bedroom, her sharp heels sinking into the deep carpet.  Jane could hear noise from downstairs.  There were voices and music, and it sounded like the party was starting, though she had not heard anyone arriving.  She halted, listening for a few moments; then she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror for the last time.  There was no way she could hide up here, she had agreed to stay with Lady Eleanor, and she was being a perfect host.

Jane walked towards the door, the high sharp heels of her boots making her saunter.  She opened the door and walked towards the stairs, aware of the rubber clinging to all of her body, self-conscious of the way it rippled across her as she moved, straining, releasing, squealing as it did.  She walked down the stairs apprehensively.  Across the entrance hall she could see the party was in full flow and nervously she strode towards it.

Jane hovered by the doorway of the party room and looked in.  There were about forty women, a mixture of colours, shapes and sizes.  As Karyn had said, it was like a regular party with women drinking and dancing.  Lady Eleanor was sat to one side amongst them, just wearing shiny rose-coloured trousers and a matching waistcoat over her naked body, her hand idly resting on the head of a larger breasted, blonde haired woman in tight black rubber sat on the floor.  Then Jane could see Karyn was talking with her.  Close by them, next to another door, stood a woman dressed in a kind of catwoman outfit, seemingly standing at attention.  Her eyes were clearly fixed on Lady Eleanor.

Jane now looked around the room more closely at what the other women wore.  One close by wore shiny maroon PVC boots stretching past the knee, and a matching swimsuit, which, like Jane’s own clothes, rippled as it clung to her body.  She danced erotically thrusting out her hips and bum, as if she was simulating sex.  Her thigh rode between the legs of another woman who wore shiny black leggings, reaching to her calves, and ankle boots.  Her firm breasts were held, like Lady Eleanor’s, in a leather waistcoat, but black and polished.  She was thrusting herself back and forth to the throb of the music whilst the woman in maroon caressed her bum.  Elsewhere other couples were similarly riding each other to the pulsing music.

Despite preparing herself, Jane stood stunned, she did not know what to do, what Lady Eleanor had introduced her to, what she expected Jane to do, to be.  Jane looked around some more.  In the corner stood two women dressed from head to foot in tight shiny deep blue rubber.  They looked into each other’s eyes and then began kissing passionately, their hands roaming over their rubbered bodies, fondling, stroking and finally pulling down zips over each other’s pussies allowing each to finger the other to pleasure.  Jane shuddered as the reality of what she saw hit her.  It was like a dream, an erotic dream, but she was not going to wake up from it.

“Jane.”  Lady Eleanor suddenly called and hurried across to her, she took her by the hand and led her into the room, most of the other women did not notice.

Jane’s stomach felt tight, her throat dry as she knew it was starting; she could not escape.  Lady Eleanor took her over to a blonde haired woman.  She wore a cropped top which covered her breasts and arms in slippery black gloss.  Her midriff was naked, but her bum was coated in skin tight cycling shorts equally as glossy.  Beneath these she wore long patent laced up boots.

"This is Ysannis.” Lady Eleanor said; she stood with her arm around Jane’s waist.

“Hello.”  Jane said shyly.

“And this is Jane, her first time.”

“Ah.”, said Ysannis smiling warmly.  “I’m sure she’ll soon be one of us.”

“Most certainly, before the end of the evening.”  Lady Eleanor said.  “I’ll get some drinks.”  She disappeared back into the throng.

Jane expected Ysannis to speak but instead she stepped closer and ran her hand over Jane’s breast, erect in the rubber and then down her body gently, letting it rest on Jane’s hips.  Jane stood motionless totally uncertain how to respond.  Ysannis then kissed her, pushing her tongue deep into Jane’s mouth, teasing at her.  Jane shuddered; she could not suppress the deep arousal she felt and she found herself relaxing into Ysannis’s embrace.  Ysannis seemed to feel this so kissed with renewed fervour, and now both her hands stroked across Jane’s slippery, gloss-bound bum.

Jane tried to stop herself responding, but Ysannis’s touch was enhanced by the rubber Jane wore.  Ysannis’s caresses slid smoothly all over Jane’s body.  All Jane could see, feel, smell, hear, touch and taste was Ysannis’s body.  Tentatively she began to chase Ysannis’s tongue with her own.  Then her hands closed around Ysannis’s slippery smooth bum.

“Hey, don’t keep her all to yourself.”  Lady Eleanor said laughing.

Ysannis stepped back leaving Jane panting.  Lady Eleanor handed Ysannis a drink, but put Jane’s down.  She stood in front of her, her eyes fixed on Jane’s.  Jane could not look away.

“You never would have admitted it, but I knew, this is the real you.  You would not leave now even if I paid you to.  You’re just like us, a rubber-bound lesbian out for a good time.  Yes or no?”

Jane hesitated.  She could feel Lady Eleanor’s hands stroking gently up the inside of Jane’s thighs, tantalizingly close to the thin zip Jane had only just realised was all that stood between Lady Eleanor’s fingers and her naked pussy.  Jane knew it was different with Lady Eleanor, Ysannis had just warmed her up.  Lady Eleanor was right, Jane could not leave, she was hers.

“Yesss.”  Jane sighed and wrapped her arms around Lady Eleanor and kissed her passionately

Her whole body lit up with the thrill, her focus was on this woman alone as if nothing else existed.  Jane broke breathless from the kiss.  Her mind reeling with what was happening.

Lady Eleanor smiled and stroked her hand across Jane’s rubber clad bum.  “There’s someone who’d like to meet you.”  She looked over to the side of the room and nodded.

Jane looked in the same direction and saw a woman nod back.  She was in her early thirties, about ten years older than Jane.  She walked with a confident manner, helped by how she was dressed.  She wore black leather from head to toe of a style that gave her a swashbuckling air.  She had a broad fronted leather jacket, almost like a flying jacket, but of far finer leather and tapering in at the waist, where a gold band ran the circumference of her body.  Her arms wore gloves of smooth leather which stretched beyond her elbows, and they too had the gold ring.  The woman’s tight leather trousers were almost completely covered in long leather boots, widening to encompass her shapely thighs.  Her hair was dark and expertly cut short to frame her face like a Twenties movie star.  As the woman approached, Ysannis looked down until the woman lifted her face and indulged in a deep kiss.  Then she turned to look at Jane.

“This is Jane.”  Lady Eleanor said.  “And this is Domina Millicent.”

Domina Millicent stretched out her gloved hand towards Jane who for an instant had no idea what to do.  Then she reached forward to take it, but some urge stopped her from shaking it, instead she rested her lips on the smooth leather of the glove.  Jane looked up at Domina Millicent’s eyes, as if seeking approval, and she tingled as the woman smiled at her.  Jane released the hand and stepped back, something deep inside her telling her how to behave.  Domina Millicent ran her gaze up Jane from her boots.  Jane loved the attention, but then felt it was improper to be seeing it, and bowed her head as she had seen Ysannis do.

“Excellent.”  Domina Millicent said.  She stretched forward to run her finger down the side of Jane’s face.

Jane looked up into Domina Millicent’s deep brown eyes and was transfixed by her gaze.  She knew this woman commanded loyalty and somehow she felt she too should give it to her.

“You’ll make an excellent playmate for Ysannis.”  Domina Millicent said.

Suddenly a bell rang a handful of times.

“Ah, the first of this evening’s entertainments is ready.”  Lady Eleanor said with clear glee.  She hurried off into the crowd, guiding them to seats around the walls or on to cushions.

“Come sit with us.”  Domina Millicent said.

“Yes.”  Jane managed from her befuddled brain and passively followed Domina Millicent and Ysannis to the side of the room.

Whilst Domina Millicent sat down in a beautiful antique chair, Jane found there were only cushions for herself and Ysannis, but as she lowered herself on to the large silk cushion, she felt it was right.

“Bring in Susan.”  Lady Eleanor called aloud.

Suddenly a naked white woman, Jane guessed this was Susan, was led into the room by two women in plain black leather dresses.  Susan had a hood over her head, which, once she was in place one of the others whipped off.  The woman stood, looking confused in the middle of the floor with Lady Eleanor sitting only feet away.  Karyn and others of her entourage were draped on cushions around her.  For a moment, Jane wished she was there with Karyn, but then that she was better here close to Ysannis.

Lady Eleanor smiled then called “Let Cherise in.”

The crowd parted to allow another woman to step through onto the floor.  Cherise was black and also naked, her hair cut short at the sides and shaped firmly on top.  She had a gold rope chain around her neck, and her skin shone with the oil that covered it.  She smiled broadly, her eyes were intense.   Jane was uncertain of what would happen next, and was surprised when Cherise grasped the Susan’s mound and began licking her face and shoulders and her breasts.  Cherise stroked herself up and down Susan’s body.  It was clear Susan was trying to resist the pleasurable sensation as the Cherise’s limbs and body entwined around her, encouraging her to let go and enjoy the sensations and join the dance.

As Cherise fell acrobatically to her knees and began lapping at Susan’s clit, it was clear Susan could resist no longer and threw back her head then thrusting her breasts and then her hips forward.  She pulled the woman up to her, and soon they were in an erotic, writhing dance.  Jane realised the whole scene was arousing her as she watched the two women, the mix of skins swirling in front of her as hot flesh pressed against hot flesh.  Beneath her rubber, Jane knew her pussy was running wet.  She did not stop to think how she had become so excited by watching two naked women cavorting as an entertainment.  Had Lady Eleanor been right, and the visit here had released hidden desires within her, or was something else going on?

A little nervously Jane glanced over at Ysannis and saw that Domina Millicent was idly stroking her gloss covered shoulder as she might a cat.  Something in her, liked that scene, and wished she too could be petted by a woman who would care for her and that she could serve.  Woman?  Serve?  Those thoughts startled Jane, shaking her from her confused state.  What was happening to her?  Seductive thoughts in her mind said, that it was good, it was pleasurable and she ought not to deny herself these possibilities, Domina Millicent could do so much for her and it would be great to be with Ysannis.

Suddenly all around her there was applause.  Jane looked back to the middle of the room.  The two women had slumped into a pile on the floor.  Lady Eleanor stood and walked over to them, clapping as she did.  Seeing her, Cherise snapped into a kneeling position, and Lady Eleanor patted her head as if she was a bitch who had performed her tricks well.  Susan moved more slowly, her body still slick with the sweat of the dance, and her pussy hair soaked with the juices that ran over it.  She tried to stumble to her feet, but Lady Eleanor indicated for her to stay kneeling. Then Jane saw she had something in her hand.

“Well done Susan.  Now your reward.”  Lady Eleanor said and stretched forward and in seconds had locked a small rubber-coated collar to Susan’s neck.

Jane watched fascinated, as Susan’s eyes rolled in her head.  She shuddered as if possessed, to the applause of the crowd around her.  Jane realised Lady Eleanor had triggered a spontaneous orgasm in the woman, who was now slumping to the floor, panting and grunting in pleasure.  The crowd continued cheering.  As Susan recovered, Lady Eleanor signalled for silence.

“Celina, stand.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Susan replied, clambering to her feet.

Susan?  Surely that was Celina, Jane’s mind was confused.  As Celina stood, Jane’s confusion faded.  She could see that Celina was obedient and sexy, standing there for her mistress, so different to the nervous, unknowing woman who had come into the room.

“Cherise, stand.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The two women stood in front of Lady Eleanor who kissed each in turn.

“Cherise, show Celina what it’s like to have fun in this house.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Cherise said and took Celina’s hand and led her through the cheering crowd and out of sight.

“Back to the party.”  Lady Eleanor called.

Already around her, women were standing up from their chairs and cushions and getting drinks and snacks.

“There’ll be more entertainment later.”  Lady Eleanor said, but her voice was already lost in the chatter.

Jane hurried to her feet and seeing Domina Millicent occupied in kissing Ysannis, she pushed through the crowd back the way she had come.  Her mind was coursing with emotions and thoughts.  Part of her wanted to stay and enjoy the sensations of being amongst such a sexually charged crowd dressed so erotically, but deep in her was a worry that somehow she would soon be being tempted like Susan, to perform, to be changed into a lesbian pet.  She hurried out of the room as best she could without drawing attention to herself.  Jane crossed the hallway and went back to the room where she had changed.  She sat on the bed, uncertain what to do next.  She had no idea where her clothes or her rucksack were.  She could hardly get out of here dressed as she was, and if she took other clothes to wear, she guessed Lady Eleanor could set the police on her for having stolen from the house.

Jane sat there, her hands resting in her lap.  Unconsciously her fingers started stroking across the shiny rubber that held her thighs so tightly.  She began to feel reassured.  She guessed that Lady Eleanor would assume she was with Domina Millicent and Ysannis and would forget about her with all the hostess duties she had.  If Lady Eleanor had wanted her to perform she would not have invited her as a guest, it was all make believe anyway, for over-rich lesbians seeking thrills to occupy them.

Jane walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face.  Going back to the bedroom she caught sight of herself in the long mirror and strode up to it.  She did look hot.  If this evening had done nothing, it had shown her how good she could look and she thought about investing in some sexier outfits when she got back home.

Jane could hear the door open and saw Lady Eleanor in the mirror as she walked up behind her.  Downstairs Jane had thought she was wearing leather, but as she stepped closer she could see Lady Eleanor’s clinging clothes were also of rubber.  She now wore a cropped jacket over her waistcoat and tight trousers.  They perfectly showed the outline of her body in a glistening dark pink shade.  The rubber rippled and squealed as she strutted in her high-heeled boots.  Then she cupped her hands around Jane’s glossed bum.  Jane was unable to stop herself moaning at the sensation.

Jane turned slowly to face Lady Eleanor.  As she moved the rubber she wore rippled and squealed at every slight adjustment.  Jane could not believe how she had become, every moment she realised that it was truly herself dressed this way she felt more aroused and her body more accustomed to the change.

“You’re too good to lose.”  Lady Eleanor said, almost in a whisper.  “Millicent and especially Ysannis want you too much.  Millicent’s an old friend of mine, we share the same tastes, and I promised her that she wouldn’t leave here without you.”

Jane did not know what to say.  Lady Eleanor’s presence was intense, and her words had a weight that Jane could not resist, choices that she could not alter.

“Become Millicent’s pet.”  Lady Eleanor said.

To Jane that seemed to now make perfect sense, that she should become the possession of Domina Millicent, dressed and behaving so erotically, experiencing the pleasure that she had seen in Ysannis.  Whatever Jane was thinking it was apparent Lady Eleanor had already decided what Jane would now become.  She suddenly reached forward and locked a black collar around Jane’s neck.  As it clicked shut, Jane knew that it just like the one Susan had been given.  In an instant Jane could sense erotic thoughts, images, feelings running into her.  Feebly she tried to pull the collar off, but Jane found could not get it free and as Lady Eleanor’s fingers stroked the keys of the small electronic pad she now held, Jane’s urge to remove it faded.  Instead her hands dropped from her neck to cup her breasts held in the rubber.  As the orgasm began welling within her, Jane’s personality was flushed from her mind.  In its place came a new identity, that of Ana, the woman she was becoming.  Ana loved the erotic clothes she wore, Ana was aroused only by women, Ana loved serving her mistress, Domina Millicent, Ana loved playing with her fellow sex-slave, Ysannis.  These were the central things to Ana’s life.  Ana was nothing more than a human sex-toy and she was Ana.

Ana slumped back on the bed as the orgasm coursed through her.  She moaned loudly as her body shuddered, writhing in the erotic red rubber that held it; dressed, excited at the will of her enslaver on behalf of her mistress who she loved so deeply.  A flash of white filled her vision and Ana passed out.

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Ana awoke, scenting Ysannis in the bed beside her.  Playfully she licked Ysannis’s warm, soft shoulder.  It had been a great party.  She loved coming to Lady Eleanor’s place, seeing other mistresses and slaves just like Ysannis and herself.  Ysannis turned to face her and the two women kissed each other delightfully slowly until the alarm sounded and they knew their pleasure had to yield to the desires of their mistress.  Beside the large bed were laid out two black leather dresses and matching thigh boots.  Ana remembered that she and Ysannis were the same size and as she slipped into the snug leather dress and zipped it up just far enough to hold in her firm breasts, she delighted in the fact that they would be dressed to match.  In moments, Ysannis was copying her and soon the two of them were pulling on the long boots and rising on their sharp heels.  They looked each other up and down then locked in a kiss, tingling with the delight that their mistress dressed them so sexily and had them to serve her.  Ana followed Ysannis downstairs and along to a room where Domina Millicent sat with Lady Eleanor on a long sofa, eating breakfast.

“Ana, Ysannis, my darlings.”  Domina Millicent called.

Millicent’s two pets hurried to her and fell to the floor so that they could kiss the tips of the pointed PVC over-the-knee boots she wore today.  She reached out with her hands, dressed in long leather armlets, hooked over the middle fingers of each hand and stroked their heads.  The two slaves looked up adoringly at their mistress, admiring the PVC coated corset she wore: she looked so elegant in black, with her sexual power both held in and exposed at the same time.

“Breakfast, my dears.”  Domina Millicent gestured to the bowls on the floor.

Both Ana and Ysannis crawled on all fours to the bowls and putting a hand either side of their food lapped up the nutritious milk and cereal whilst their mistress could not resist stroking their bums, barely covered by the tight smooth leather they both wore.  Their meals complete, both slaves resumed their place at the foot of their mistress and sat gazing vacantly at her as she talked with Lady Eleanor of matters that were of no concern to them.

Time passed quickly and soon Domina Millicent was clipping their leashes to their collars.  Ana felt a powerful sensation run through her and wondered why being leashed still excited her so much, but delighted that a simple gesture from her mistress could bring her such pleasure.  Lady Eleanor took Domina Millicent to the main door; her pets, led by their leashes, strutted on their high heels, their bodies swaying sexily in the leather that held them as they did.

At the door the two ladies kissed, then Lady Eleanor turned to Ana, running her hand over her leather covered bum.

“Ana, it was great that you came here, and I’m glad you stayed.  I trust you will see you here again.”

“My Mistress permitting.”  Ana looked over at Domina Millicent who smiled softly and nodded.

“Just what I dreamt of hearing from the moment I saw you.  I know you can’t be anything but an excellent pet for your mistress, so I’m sure you’ll be rewarded with another visit.”  Lady Eleanor said; a clear look of pleasure and satisfaction showing on her face.

Lady Eleanor gently pinched each of Ana’s leathered nipples in turn then patted her bum playfully.  “Now off with you, I’ve got a lot of tidying up to do.”

Ana strode beside Ysannis down the front steps of the big house.  A large vehicle with tinted windows stood waiting.  As she walked down the steps, Ana thought she heard voices and glanced across the field where the jumps for the horse riding had been set up.  Along the perimeter fence she could see two young women walking with their rucksacks on their backs.  They were pointing towards Lady Eleanor’s house.  For an instant Ana thought there was something she should do.  Then glancing ahead of her, she realised it was to follow Ysannis into the car, and to make herself comfortable among the shiny cushions that filled the floor at her mistress’s feet.  Ana stepped inside and lowered herself to the floor.  The door was closed, the engine started and in moments she was being driven away from Lady Eleanor’s.