Lady Eleanor's Collection 1: Lady's Maid

Story 1 - Lady’s Maid

Annette walked the short way out of the village from the bus stop where she had got off.  It had taken her ninety minutes to reach it from her home, but the advantage of this post was that it offered accommodation.  At eighteen she was keen for an opportunity to get away from her parents’ home and her squabbling brothers and sisters.

As she walked on, she knew that if she had not had the detailed plan which Lady Eleanor had sent her, then she would have missed the turning.  It disappeared into a natural tunnel of overgrown trees and bushes.  The driveway turned sharply and she was soon out of sight of the road.  Then the path emerged in front of a large gateway.  Behind was a big house, nothing on the scale of the stately homes she had visited on coach tours with her mother, but even so she was excited at the prospect of working for an actual lady.

Annette pressed the dark iron button in the brick gate post and one of the large gates swung open.  She walked through and it closed behind her, but given the weak sunshine Annette felt comfortable rather than intimidated; she could not imagine walking this way at night.  The grounds were overgrown, but Annette had heard from an old woman on the bus that Lady Eleanor had only recently returned from America and was putting the house back in order: hence her need for a maid.

As Annette approached the front door a woman emerged.  She was not what Annette expected.  She looked as if she was in her late thirties.  Her hair was blonde and done into braids.  She wore a long sweeping black coat which stretched to her ankles.  Her feet rose on high sharp heels.  She also wore tight black trousers and a halter top.  As Annette stepped closer she realised they were all of a glossy vinyl.  The woman looked dressed for a night club rather than an interview.  This was the sort of thing some of Annette’s friends wore when they went out for an evening on the town, but Annette herself had never had the courage to try anything so sexy.

“Lady Eleanor?”  Annette asked tentatively, wondering if the woman was her daughter or a house guest.

“Yes, that’s me.”  The woman smiled broadly and shook Annette’s hand.  “You must be Annette.  Great to see you.”

Lady Eleanor ran her eyes right over Annette from head to toe.  She had made an effort to look smart and had done her hair and make-up very carefully.  Though it was quite intimidating to be studied this way, Annette was happy to tolerate it if she got the job.  Her potential employer seemed pleased.

“Wonderful, follow me.”

Lady Eleanor walked back through the door into a large entrance way, much of it draped with dustsheets.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be expected to clean all this.  You’ll be serving me more directly.  I’ll get professionals to do a clean.  Since I got back last month, I’ve been living in a few rooms down here as I get things organised.  Come through.”

Annette gazed around excitedly; this was the kind of house she had dreamed of working in.  They stepped through into a small lounge.  Here everything was clean, though still quite spartan with just a three-piece suite, a coffee table and a sideboard.  However, there was also a life-sized statue in glossy black stone stood by the door at the other side which Annette guessed led deeper into the house.  The statue looked like some Ancient Egyptian goddess.

Coffee things were already laid out on the table and Lady Eleanor went to these sitting on one of the armchairs.  Annette sat down in the other as Lady Eleanor indicated for her to do so.  Lady Eleanor poured coffee and gave it to Annette without asking if she wanted some.  Annette was nervous and felt it rude to refuse so began sipping it as Lady Eleanor spoke.

“As you see things are still under wraps, but it should all be in working order soon.  You’ll have a room on the top floor, with its own bathroom; that’ll be your personal space.  The duties are much as what I said in the advert: you’ll help me with my wardrobe particularly for the parties I host, so there’ll be some late nights but you’ll be recompensed.  There’ll be quite a few house guests and other visitors so you’ll serve them and me.  It won’t all down to you, there’ll soon be other slaves...”  Lady Eleanor laughed lightly, “servants coming here too.  I’ll provide the uniform which you’ll be expected to wear whenever you’re in the house.”

“Right.”  Annette said, finding it a little difficult to concentrate as Lady Eleanor rattled on.  She drank more of the coffee in the hope it would help her focus a bit better.

“So what do you think?  I believe you’ll be ideal for the job.”  Lady Eleanor said enthusiastically.  "You can start immediately.”

Annette was hesitant feeling pretty overwhelmed by how fast all of this was progressing.  For some reason the fact that Lady Eleanor had not interviewed her properly made her feel suspicious.

“Erm, I’m not certain I want it.”  She said.

“Nonsense, it is too late now, I have decided for you.  I will make all the decisions for you from now on.”

Annette felt strangely on edge, she fidgeted in her chair, she was finding it difficult to think clearly, she found it hard to say no to Lady Eleanor.

“The stimulant is beginning to work.  It won’t be long now.”  Lady Eleanor explained.

“The stimulant?”  Annette asked nervously.

“Yes you have just drunk a stimulant which will arouse you sexually all over your delightful body.”

As Lady Eleanor said it Annette realised that her breasts were hardening as they as if felt they were being teased.  She could tell that her pussy was softening and her clitoris was becoming erect.  It was embarrassing to feel this way at a job interview, but Annette could find no way to douse her arousal.

“Once you have begun to enjoy that you can change into your proper clothes and become my maid.”

Lady Eleanor twisted to reach behind the sofa and pulled out first up a glossy black mini-dress that Annette quickly realised was of latex and then lifted a pair of thigh-length boots.  She put the boots on the floor in front of her and held up the dress for Annette to see.

Annette gasped, already she was feeling the urge to strip and then increasingly to put on these sexy clothes.  Any rational thoughts that that was wrong could not penetrate through the excitement her body was feeling.  Annette tried to resist, to stop herself, but she could not, her body’s urges were taking over.  She began panting slowly.  Though her sexual experiences were limited, she found it incredible that she was being turned on so strongly and in front of a woman.  Uncontrollably she began to undo her blouse and then her bra, exposing her aroused breasts.  She felt a burst of pleasure run through her like a reward for doing what was expected of her.  She looked at Lady Eleanor whose expression showed she was clearly delighting in the show.  That surprisingly made Annette eager to be naked before the stimulant took full effect.  She removed her shoes and shifted back and forth so she could slip off her skirt.  Distantly she felt alarmed by how wet her panties were but as she moved to remove them something held her back and instead took off her hold-up stockings.  Lady Eleanor came across and took away the clothes and Annette found she knew that she would never have them back again.

Annette looked up at Lady Eleanor, feeling incredibly impressed by the power of this woman.  She slowly guided Annette off the chair to standing.  Annette made no move as Lady Eleanor removed her panties and tossed them across the room.  She followed as her employer took her hand and led her back to her own chair but then down on to the floor.

“You are better off there, at my feet.”  Eleanor said smiling, her hand resting on the young woman’s head.

Now the heat within her began to build even faster.  Annette could not resist, she was already beginning to shudder with the pleasure building within her and she glanced down at her body so taut in its arousal.  Distantly she felt Lady Eleanor stroking her clitoris and the lips of her pussy.

“Stimulant oil.”  She said as she rubbed the liquid onto Annette.

Lady Eleanor sat back and watched as Annette dissolved into orgasm, her hands stroking across her slick body, her back arched, her hard breasts thrust out, simply grunting and moaning as the pleasure rose in her and continued as if it were never going to end.  Eleanor smiled, stood and quickly went to the sideboard from which she produced a small camera and began recording Annette as she underwent her transformation into a sex-toy.

“The process is irreversible; first you are becoming properly sexualised and then with one of my lovely collars around your neck, you’ll become my pet, completely obedient, utterly erotic.”

Annette was writhing with the pleasure, as orgasm took her, she felt distant to everything around her, but what Eleanor was saying seemed to seep deep into her mind, as if it were her own thoughts.

“You are Layla, I am your mistress.”  Lady Eleanor said forcefully.

The name, the command, cut right through the fussiness in Annette’s thinking.  They locked on in her mind and she felt they were far more important than anything else.

“That’s it, Annette Coombs has gone, you do not know her, you are just Layla; you are my slave.”

“Layla … slave.”  Annette said the words breathlessly as she sprawled over the floor one hand tweaking her hard nipples, the other deep in her slick pussy.

“Yes, that is it, Layla, my slave, my pet.”

Annette just panted, “Yes, yesss.”

As she hissed her reply, orgasm swept through Annette sending her convulsing, shuddering, shrieking in pleasure across the floor.  She peaked again and drifted away her heart pounding and every fibre of her body straining with the thrill coursing through her.

Annette was barely aware of Lady Eleanor coming over to her once more, her camera in one hand and something like a small circular belt in the other.  Eleanor bent down and encompassed Annette’s neck with the belt, a collar, Annette dimly realised.  As it snapped shut with a click, her mind was filled with new thoughts.  She battled to cling on to memories of her home, of her family of her own name, but they were all being quickly erased.  In their place stood the certainty that she was Layla and that she served Lady Eleanor any way she wished, particularly, she understood with a delightful chill, sexually.

****

Layla awoke naked, apart from a glossy black collar locked around her neck.  She felt that there were things she had to remember, but that they were buried beneath new, more insistent thoughts.  Her body still tingled.  She was not surprised to find herself on the floor with scent of her sex rich on her skin.  Her mistress was sat on the sofa, her glossed legs thrust wide apart as she stroked her pussy.  Layla found she liked the fact that her mistress could be aroused looking at her like this.

"Get dressed, Layla."  Eleanor said firmly, a little surprisingly to Layla, as if she was eager to see if the command would be accepted.

Layla moved to obey her mistress, without thinking because that was what she did, she had no power to disobey.  Layla saw the rubber mini-dress on the sofa and the thigh length boots standing in front of it; she knew these were hers.  She walked confidently across to them.  She stepped into the glossy dress and eased it up her body.  Despite the powder inside she found it a little challenging to get on.  However, soon her bum had become a shiny hemisphere held by the short skin-tight skirt.  Her breasts were hard and aroused as they soon were coated in the black shiny rubber, her nipples straining against the gloss.  Now her body was wrapped in shiny black rubber, running slippery up her thighs and midriff to her arms and breasts.  It rippled and squealed as she moved to the thigh-high boots.

For some reason Layla found the boots unfamiliar but she knew they were incredibly sexy and Lady Eleanor would be keen to see her in them.  They were of latex too and after some trial and error she was able to slide first one and then the other up her legs, almost reaching the bottom of her dress.  She stood, tottering a little on their high heels.  As she looked down, she saw now every contour of her legs was shown in the shine.  She move tentatively then with more confidence, so after some minutes she was able to strut on her high heels, her rubber-bound bum swaying as she did.  She felt that she had truly become Lady Eleanor's maid.

Lady Eleanor gestured for Layla to approach.  She walked towards her mistress and stood in front of her.  Lady Eleanor indicated for her to turn round and she seemed to admire the smooth rubbered lines of Layla's body and then reached out to stroke her smooth, slippery bum.

“Turn again.”  Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla did so, enjoying the squeal of her rubber clothes as she moved.

Lady Eleanor reached out to run her fingers between Layla’s thighs and stroked at her naked pussy, whilst her other hand caressed Layla’s slippery bum.  Layla panted at the sensation, she enjoyed it when her mistress fondled her.

“Good.”  Lady Eleanor said.  “Put on your gloves.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla took the long, sleek gloves and eased them all the way to her elbows. 

Lady Eleanor smiled as Layla admired her glossy hands.

“Excellent.”  Lady Eleanor said sitting back down.  “Now, Layla, lick me out.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla eased herself to the floor and crept on all fours to her mistress, her pert glossy bum thrust up as she moved, her slippery boots sliding across the carpet.  Then her head was between her mistress’s own gloss-covered legs sliding smoothly up to her sex.  Layla lapped at her mistress, enjoying the fact she could show her devotion to her.  She found it odd that her mistress’s juices tasted unfamiliar and that her tongue soon ached.  She wondered if she was doing it right.  However, she was guided by her mistress’s hands, then as she improved, by Lady Eleanor’s rising sounds of pleasure.  Soon it was delightful to feel the slippery lips and the hard clit beneath her tongue.  She kept on as directed until finally her mistress, shuddered, her thighs clamping on Layla’s head trapping her in until her mistress orgasmed.  Layla continued tonguing her mistress until ordered to stop.  She then reclined where she felt she belonged, at her mistress’s feet.

Lady Eleanor stroked her rubber-coated maid, smiling in what Layla hoped was delight.  At the moment, she had no way to know that her mistress was pleased that the control collar appeared to work so perfectly, reinforcing the conditioning and the stimulant.  It would only be many months later that Layla would learn her mistress’s ability to re-write a woman’s personality completely, to make her servile, obedient, rubber-loving and erotic.  However, it would be far sooner that she discovered that Lady Eleanor’s plan of building a harem in this house was feasible.

“Again.”  Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla’s tongue resumed its pleasurable work.  “Let’s see if by the end of today we can make you the expert I need you to be.”

Layla hoped that she could.

Lady Eleanor's Collection 2: Encounter

Story 2 - Encounter

Katherine Norris sat in the train carriage with her arms folded.  Her posture reflected her feeling of unease.  She glanced down at her leather-covered thighs.  She had been so pleased with herself when she had bought these trousers and had changed into them at the shopping mall.  She liked their smooth black lines and the soft sound they made as she moved.  She had bought a pair of matching ankle boots to accompany them and now the lower half of her body was coated in soft black leather.  However, as she began her journey home she had begun to feel less confident.  Her village was close-knit and it seemed everyone who mattered was on the train back from town.  She had noticed the disapproving gazes and the muttered comments as she had walked to find a seat.  Now she sat with her head down, waiting impatiently for her station.

Finally it came.  She hovered on the platform as if looking for her ticket, letting the busybodies leave.  By the time she had walked along to the ticket office most of the other people were out of the station.  However, as she came close to the ticket barrier she saw another woman who had stopped, apparently genuinely looking for her ticket.  Katherine’s eye was caught by her clothes, unlike the dull jeans, jackets and dresses of those around her.  She wore tight red leather.  The woman was probably about ten or twelve years older than Katherine.  She was dressed in skin-tight red leather, something like a leather shirt and jeans over which she wore matching sharp-heeled boots that stretched to her knees.  Her hands were coated with red leather gloves, all the shade of her lipstick.  Her hair was blonde and braided, stretching to her shoulders.

As she fumbled for her ticket, Katherine distractedly watched as the smooth shiny leather stretched and released to her every move, softly creaking as it did.  She then noticed the woman’s nipples straining against the leather and Katherine knew that underneath the woman was naked.  The woman was so erotic, her life so clearly far removed from Katherine’s own.  As the woman looked up, Katherine caught the silver glint of the stud in her nose and the shine of rows of matching silver earrings.

“There it is.” The woman said pushing her ticket into the barrier’s slot and triggering the gates to open.

As she stepped forward, however, change fell out of the small red leather bag she had been searching in.  Katherine rushed to stop the coins rolling away.  She scooped them up and handed them over the barrier to the woman who was now on the other side.

“Thank you very much.” The woman said, it seemed, noticing Katherine for the first time.

Her leathered hand rested on Katherine’s palm as she took the coins; Katherine’s flesh tingled as if she had been touched by someone from another world.  The woman looked into Katherine’s eyes and smiled.  Katherine felt entranced, almost even aroused by the woman.

“Thanks again, er...” The woman prompted.

Katherine felt strange even talking to this woman.

“Katherine.” She replied, not willing to admit she wanted to prolong the conversation.

“I’m Ellie.” The woman said and started walking to the door.

However, there, she waited whilst Katherine inserted her own ticket and went through the barriers; then walked with her into the street.

“Do you live around here?  With your family?”  Ellie asked.

Katherine thought nothing of it; her eyes were fixed on Ellie’s body, shapely beneath the tight leather as she strutted on her high heels.

“No, alone in a bedsit.”  Katherine replied automatically.

“Don’t you get lonely?  I would.”

“No, I never really thought about it, there isn’t much alternative anyway.” Katherine said shrugging.

“Well, I’m heading off this way, to my car.  Can I offer you a lift?”

Katherine hesitated; she was intrigued by this woman, but had no further excuse.  “No thank you, I live just over there.”

“Okay, if you say so.”  Ellie smiled.  “Thanks again.  Bye.”

“Bye.”  Katherine said.

Ellie started walking away but Katherine did not move but just watched.  Ellie’s shapely leather clad body swayed provocatively as she stepped; the click of her heels getting quieter.  Then she stopped.  She turned back to look Katherine’s way, the leather straining taut as she turned round.

“Nice trousers, by the way.”  Ellie called but Katherine dodged guiltily into a doorway as if she had not heard.

From her hiding place, Katherine continued to gaze, she thought she saw Ellie beckoning to her.  Katherine felt a hungry urge in her to run to catch up with Ellie, to accompany her home, across into the other world where a woman so as blatantly sexual as this inhabited.  Katherine realised that she was holding her breath.  She let go and shook herself as if from the trance.  She turned rapidly and hurried towards her house.  Her face was flushed, her mind running with all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of fantasies.  Katherine tried to fix her mind on getting back to home.

****

It was a couple of weeks after the encounter at the station.  Katherine walked into the local leisure centre for her weekly swim.  She hesitated at the glass over-looking the main hall and looked down.  There were rows of women exercising in an aerobics class.  Her eye was caught by one near the back and she recognised the blonde braids of Ellie.  She was dressed in tight red lycra.  Katherine was entranced by the woman’s shapely body exercising.  Katherine felt embarrassed, guilty even, but could not look away.  Then Ellie glanced up and Katherine did turn away, blushing, worried that she had been seen.  Katherine hurried down to the changing rooms.  She swam distractedly, trying to get the image of Ellie out of her mind but whenever she thought of her, Katherine felt a pleasant tingle in her stomach.

After her swim, Katherine wandered back into the changing room and handed over her band to reclaim her bag.  She took it to the cubicle and opened it.  It looked like her bag but the contents were different.  She pulled out a lycra singlet and a long loose wholemeal brown top, a pair of black leggings and finally a pair of calf-length patent boots, with laces right up the front and buckles across at the top.  She went back to the counter.

“Are you sure this is the right bag?”  Katherine asked.

“Yeah I remember, you’re the only one that’s come in with a blue drawstring.”  The woman replied.  “Is something missing?”

“No, I must have forgotten it at home, thanks.”  Katherine replied.

She wondered about whose clothes these were and who had gone out wearing hers.  However, she realised that to find out she had no choice but to wear them.  She returned to the cubicle and slipped on the black lycra singlet.  It held her naked breasts snugly.  She eased her legs into the stretchy leggings which hugged her legs and thighs.  She then pulled on the top which hung baggily past her bum.  It all fitted comfortably.  Katherine realised, surprisingly that she felt more relaxed in this outfit than many of the clothes she usually wore.

Katherine turned to the boots.  She slipped on the short stockings in the bottom and pulled on the boots, they were her size.  She laced up the last few of the numerous eyes which stretched almost to her knees and buckled the buckles at the top tight.  She felt comfortable in these, secure behind the laces and gloss.  She stepped assuredly out of the cubicle and briefly smiled at the attendant.  Katherine walked on into the foyer pondering what she should do about her missing clothes.  It was fortunate that she brought nothing of value to her swim; she had lost too many watches in the changing rooms to do that.

As she looked up to see if there was anyone she could talk to, her tongue went dry when she saw Ellie.  She was standing with her back to the glass.  Again she was wearing leather making her body look lithe.  She suddenly stretched but lazily like a cat.  Her leather rippled and creaked softly as she moved.  Then she saw Katherine and walked over to her.  Katherine realised she had stood as if transfixed since she had caught sight of Ellie.

“Hello there, Katherine isn’t it?”  Ellie said warmly.

“Y-y-yes.”  Katherine stuttered.  “How are you?”

“Great thanks.”  Ellie replied smiling.  “Been swimming?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“I like your boots, new are they?”

“Erm, well.”  Katherine hesitated; she felt foolish trying to explain what had happened.

“You look good in them.  Can I give you a lift somewhere?”

Katherine hesitated.  Part of her wanted to agree, she felt sexy and confident and talking with Ellie seemed to add to that.

“Thank you, but I think I got the wrong bag in the changing rooms.  I have to see someone about it.”  Katherine mumbled.

“I wouldn’t bother if I was you.”  She looked at Katherine, but she said nothing for some moments.  “Okay.  I’ll see you soon.”

Katherine smiled and watched Ellie strut from the leisure centre.  Again she felt the urge to follow.  She knew Ellie found her attractive and she found she liked that.  She had not been in a relationship for coming up to a year and she began to wonder if that was, because, as Ellie might be revealing to her now, she actually was attracted to women.  Katherine had no idea to tackle this and certainly lacked the confidence to strike up a friendship with the woman who both entranced her but made her uneasy at the same time.  With her mind wrestling with these thoughts, Katherine forgot about the bag and walked slowly from the centre and back home.

****

It was another dull evening.  Katherine felt bored, there seemed to be nothing on television and outside nothing to do in this village.  She wandered around her bedsit irritably.  Then the bell rang.  Katherine guessed it was someone trying to sell something or someone who had mistakenly pressed her bell rather than that of one of the other bedsits that the old house was divided into.  However, it was at least a momentary distraction and Katherine hurried down to the front door.  Through the frosted glass she could see a red figure.  For a moment her breath came short as she wondered if it could be Ellie.  Quickly she fumbled with the latch and her heart was pounding as she opened the door and indeed saw Ellie standing there.  She wore a red leather bolero jacket and a long matching skirt of a single sheer piece of leather stretching to the shiny red ankle boots she wore.  An overnight bag was slung over her shoulder.

“Hello.”  Katherine said hesitantly, now unable to hide the excitement that she had kept concealed even from herself.

“Hello.”  Ellie replied, smiling.

“Erm, would you like to come in?”

“Thanks.”

Ellie stepped in and followed Katherine up to her bedsit.  Katherine felt a bit embarrassed that it was so meagre.  She tidied the magazines off the only armchair and indicated for Ellie to sit down.  Ellie sat, looking around the room, and smiled as she appeared to spot the shiny boots on the top of Katherine’s pile of footwear.

“I wondered if you wanted to come to dinner?”  Ellie asked.

“Come to dinner?  At a restaurant?”

“No, I thought at my house, I’m always guaranteed of getting a table there.”  Ellie said lightly.

“Thank you; that would be very nice.”  Katherine felt a tingle of pleasure as she agreed.

Her mind was spiralling with thoughts about what she was getting into, but she liked Ellie, she loved her style, and it was up to her how far things went, for now, it was just a meal.

“I hoped you’d say yes.  I brought you a present.”

“You shouldn’t have done.”

“Oh it’s nothing.”  Ellie said, reaching into the bag.

She pulled out a leather dress in a midnight blue shade.  She rested it on the arm of the chair.

“That’s a bit much.”  Katherine muttered but instantly she loved it, her mind ran through what it would feel like to be wearing it.

“Nonsense.  If you haven’t guessed I am very rich, this is just a little gift.  I thought you looked great in those leather trousers, I didn’t want you getting put off by what people think about women like us.”

“Women like us?”  Katherine said, but as she spoke the words came out more like a statement than a question.

She had to face up to the fact that Ellie was clearly a lesbian who had taken a fancy to her.  Katherine had no idea how to respond.  If Ellie had been a man, she knew how to push him away, she was accomplished at that, but a confident, incredibly sexy woman was a different issue.

“Erm, I don’t think I could wear it.”  Katherine mumbled.

“Well, at least try it on, there’s no harm trying it on and then you can see then if you like it or not for sure.”

The suggestion sounded reasonable, even though Katherine realised in minutes she would be parading in front of a woman who had dressed her so sexily.  Self-consciously Katherine took the dress and carried it into her tiny bathroom and closed the door.  The smooth leather felt so great against her fingers.  She found she was quickly stripping out of her teeshirt and jeans, removing her socks too.  Her hands were shaking as she slowly eased the dress over her head.  It had a halter top that brought her breasts up, creating a deep cleavage in the v between the two sides.  Below, the dress hugged her waist before widening into a short skirt that barely crested her thighs.  Katherine had never felt so sexy in any single item of clothing.  The leather hugged her like a glove, she loved the rich aroma and the quiet creaks as it stressed and released as she moved her body.  Katherine looked at herself as best she could in the bathroom mirror.  With the dress’s low back, her bra was all too obvious and she had to shed it.  Freed, her nipples were rock hard as they brushed against the smooth interior of the dress.  Katherine knew it would be difficult to resist the woman who had allowed her to, had made her, feel this good.

Katherine walked back into the living room, liking the way the leather rippled around her body as she moved.  Ellie grinned broadly as she saw Katherine, and held out a pair of strappy high-heeled shoes whose colour matched that of the dress.  Katherine simpered and took the shoes without question, rising on the sharp high-heels as she strapped them on.

“Turn around.”  Ellie said.

Katherine obeyed without thinking, enjoying Ellie’s gaze at her shapely body, so well revealed by the tight but supple leather.

“Excellent.”  Ellie said and Katherine felt pleased.  “Come on, I have the car outside.”

“I need a bag.”  Katherine said, realising that just dressed in the dress and shoes she had nowhere to carry anything.

“No need, I’ll look after everything.”  Ellie reassured her.

“Great.”  Katherine said, for some reason feeling more than satisfied by the answer.

She followed Ellie down the stairs and out through the front door, pulling it closed behind her.  For an instant she thought she had forgotten something, but Ellie was there smiling and Katherine dismissed the thought, she now felt eager to reach Ellie’s house.  In moments she was in Ellie’s low red sports car, the seat belt pressing the sleek leather sensuously against her skin.

****

            Katherine was not overly surprised when the car passed under the dark trees, through large iron gates and pulled up in front of a large house.  It was not ostentatious, but certainly must be worth a few million pounds.  Ellie parked the car and a little self-consciously Katherine clambered out.  Part of her worried about what Ellie was planning.  When Katherine had seen her as a successful businesswoman with a nice flat or townhouse, she felt that they could be on equal terms, but now she truly realised the extent of Ellie’s wealth she worried the woman was just seeing her as some sort of ornament to have about the place.  However, a mercenary side of her said that the dinner she was likely to get, would be off the scale compared to the defrosted ready meal that she would have had tonight.

Katherine’s only doubts were what Ellie would want in return.  Despite some drunken fumblings when at university, Katherine considered herself a man’s woman, but she realised that she was letting things run away from her and she had to say something soon because she did not want to disappoint Ellie and sour their relationship.  She had to find some way of dropping hints and decided on an imaginary boyfriend working in the Gulf as the easiest option.

With these thoughts running through her mind, Katherine was almost oblivious to walking up the stairs and entering the house.  The hallway was low lit by numerous candles.  Unsurprisingly, a maid stood there.

“Welcome back, Mistress.”  The maid said.

“Thank you Layla.”

“This is Katherine, she is a guest here.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla replied eagerly.

“Can you be ready to serve us in the small dining room?”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla strode away from them.

Katherine was not into people having servants, and this relationship seemed very domineering.  She guessed Ellie liked to assert her power in her own home, and she imagined that if the maid wanted to leave she would do so.  As the maid walked away, Katherine noticed her clothing for the first time.  The long boots seemed unusual and a little impractical for a servant.  The outfit was a typical short dress that the upper classes liked their maids to wear, but in the candle light Katherine could see it shone, not like the leather she wore, it had a different nature, it had to be polished rubber.  Katherine’s concerns deepened and she began to realise that Ellie was something even more than she had expected, truly some kind of upper class pervert.

“Come through into where we’ll be eating.”

Hesitantly now, Katherine followed Ellie through a set of double doors into a long dining room, dominated by a huge table with a large silver centrepiece, but no places were laid.  Instead Ellie led Katherine into a smaller side room, with dark wooden panelling where there was a round table with two places set and a large candle burning in the centre.

“Take a seat.”  Ellie said.

Katherine sat down in the nearest chair whilst Ellie poured some very dark red wine.

“Thank you.”  Katherine said, accepting the drink, the flavour was strong but not unpleasant.

Ellie sat opposite her, “Cheers.”  She said; the two women knocked glasses and drank more.

In moments the door opposite the one they had entered through, opened, and Layla came in with two bowls of soup and placed one in front of Ellie then the other before Katherine.  Layla disappeared as the two women started drinking their soup.  The flavour was rich but Katherine could not identify it, she felt foolish asking what it was and just savoured the taste.

“Where would you like to go next in the world?”  Ellie asked after a few moments.

Now she was sat here eating, Katherine felt much of her earlier nervousness fade and launched into a response to Ellie’s questions without any concerns.  “I’ve never been to Prague or St. Petersburg, and I’d like to check out Thailand, and India too...”

In minutes the two women were deep in conversation, and Katherine’s worries were gone, quickly replaced by an admiration for Ellie’s extensive knowledge on so many topics and experience of so many places.  Before Katherine knew it they had adjourned to a small sitting room and were enjoying coffees and brandies.

“You seem to have so much.”  Katherine observed.

Ellie dismissed it with a sweep of her hand.  “Yes, but I am lonely.”

“You have Layla, and I guess from the dining rooms, I’m not your only guest.”

“Yes, I have friends, and I have servants, but I want something more.”

“Someone your equal?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

“You like being top dog, or should I say top cat?”

“Yes, you read me right.”  Ellie laughed lightly.

“But you want someone close to you.”

“Yes.  A companion.”

“I don’t think that I can be that for you.”  Katherine said, though it took her an effort to do so; she realised just how much alcohol she had had.

Ellie smiled.  “I don’t know, with a few quick changes, you’d be perfect.”

Katherine felt surprisingly pleased by Ellie’s remark.  However, she shook her head and tried to get to her feet.  “I think it is time for me to go home.”

“Well, I’ve drunk too much to drive you, and you’ll find taxis won’t come here.”

“I’ll walk then.”

“Dressed like that?  You don’t know the way anyway.”

Katherine staggered to her feet, her limbs felt incredibly tired and as she took a step forwards she lost her footing and tumbled back into the armchair.

“I think you’ll be staying over.”  Ellie said, putting down her own glass and walking to Katherine.

Ellie wrapped her arm around Katherine, pressing the warm leather even tighter against her.  Katherine tingled with the sensation of being so close to Ellie, breathing in her scent and feeling the warmth of her.  She did not know if she passed out but when she was again conscious of where she was, she found she was laid out on a bed with Ellie removing her shoes.  Katherine tried to speak, but no words would come, and she had no power to resist as Ellie slid her beneath the covers with Katherine still in her soft leather dress.

****

Katherine awoke.  For a moment she was uncertain where she was.  Her mind was filled with images left over from her dreams.  The vision that kept coming to her was of Ellie dressed in her red leather, but seen from a strange angle, as if Katherine were on the floor looking up at her.  The image faded, though Katherine felt a kind of urgency to cling to it.  Instead she remembered Layla and the tight shiny clothes she had worn.  Did Katherine mean she, as in Layla, or as in herself?  Had she worn such clothes in her dream?  It was all so confusing.  Katherine decided she needed a glass of water but there was none on the bedside table.  As she clambered out of the large bed, Katherine noticed she still wore the leather dress and she began wondering whether Ellie, or Lady Eleanor, or whoever she truly was, would let her keep it; it did feel so good next to her naked skin.  Katherine found her shoes and strapped them on.  They felt so natural to wear now and she strode confidently on their high heels.

Katherine had no idea of her way around the house, and passed dark, closed doors, heading to where she could see some light.  She found herself in some sort of small gallery with paintings and sculptures, from a mixture of countries, around the walls.  Many were of cats and she stopped to admire a fine Egyptian figure the size of her hand.  She walked back to the door she had come in and as she did she caught sight of a tall statue on a plinth by the doorway, she must have missed it as she had stepped into the light.  Opposite was an empty plinth that matched it and Katherine guessed it was awaiting a similar statue.  She walked up to the statue and looked at it closely.  It was made of some shiny jet black stone and showed a woman, or a kind of woman, about her own height.  She appeared to be dressed in an all-in-one catsuit which clung to her body.  A hood stretched over her head, covering the top part of her face.  Almost feline eyes gazed out through the eyeholes.  Her hood was topped by cat-like ears.  Her legs ran into long boots which reached to her thighs.  Their heels were high, but fitting her tough, guard-like image they were thick wedges rather than stilettos.  A long spear was grasped in her right hand, which wore a fingerless glove, allowing her long sharp nails to curve out like claws.  She stood proud, at attention, her breasts thrust out; their nipples clear in the skin-tight catsuit she wore.

Katherine crept closer to the statue, feeling a mixture of guilt and curiosity, edged with a little sexual arousal.  She stood gazing at the statue, then tentatively reached out to touch it, running her fingers over what she expected to be cold stone.  Instead the texture was slippery but responsive.  Katherine felt further, reaching up to touch the statue’s chin.  It was carved from stone, but the clothes she wore were rubber.  Realising this Katherine gasped as she recognised that someone could be dressed to resemble the statue.  Now she could not look away, she gazed at it intently drinking in the image, burning it into her mind.  She moved to stand beside it and mimicked its stance.  As she did Katherine felt a tingle, as if that was the right thing to do.

“So, you like my guard cat?”

Katherine almost shrieked as she heard Lady Eleanor speak from the shadows.

“Erm, yes, yes, I like it.  Yes, I do.”  She stuttered, blushing furiously with embarrassment, surprised that she had admitted her true feelings rather than deny them.

Lady Eleanor stepped into the light which lit the statue.  She still wore her ankle boots, but had swapped her leathers for a sweeping red silk robe.  She smiled at Katherine.

“You know, I have another costume just like the one I made for the statue.  Would you like to try it on?  It would be wonderful to see my guard cat come to life.  You could report to me, your commander, the Cat Queen.”

Lady Eleanor made it sound like a game, something silly but fun to do.  Katherine had realised her hostess liked theatricals and dressing up the moment she had come into her house.  It seemed churlish not to play along.

“Why not?”  Katherine said.

As she followed Lady Eleanor through a corridor off the gallery, somewhere in what she guessed was the East wing of the house, she realised that she was aroused at the thought of being dressed like the statue.

In just a minute they came to a plain door.  It looked like metal rather than the wood of the others in the house.  Lady Eleanor opened it.  The room inside was small and circular, pure white all over and brightly lit by a recessed light in the ceiling.  Lady Eleanor pressed a button on the wall outside and inside a curved panel slid back to reveal a narrow wardrobe, bright white like the room itself.  Its only contents were a glistening black rubber catsuit hanging from a white hanger and below it a pair of thigh length boots, their heels high wedges.  As Lady Eleanor had promised the outfit was a replica of the one the statue wore.

“How do you like my changing room?”

“Very smart.”  Katherine replied.

Her brisk answer concealed the tension running through her as she thought of easing into the catsuit and boots.  Faced with them in reality, she felt apprehensive.

“Step in and we’ll see what you look like as one of my guard cats.”

“Yes.”  Katherine laughed nervously but stepped into the chamber.

The door slid closed behind Katherine.  For an instant she felt a little nervous again, but thought it was foolish to be so hesitant.  She guessed Lady Eleanor had had a chance to ravish her when she was drunk, and yet had held off.  Clearly she was just some rich woman who liked to play slightly childish games, or were they really adult games, Katherine was not certain.  It would be silly to come out now dressed as she was.  She glanced at herself in the full length mirror, she certainly looked good in this dress.  She really hoped she could keep it.  However, slowly she pulled it off over her head and giggled as she saw herself naked bar her strappy shoes and in moments even they had gone.

Katherine blushed as she noticed her pussy lips were engorged and her clit was becoming erect.  She now understood that this game was exciting her more than she had realised.  Katherine remembered how pleased she had been when Lady Eleanor had commented about her leather trousers, how special that had made her feel.  Why should she not ease herself into something a touch more exotic?  She was a modern liberated woman after all.

Katherine picked up the rubber catsuit, its black material was cool and slippery and it glided between her fingers.  She wondered what it would be like to give her body that feel itself, and she knew that that curiosity would not let her leave this room without wearing it.  Quickly now Katherine eased her feet into the rubber.  The interior was covered in something slippery, and though it clung to her as she tugged the rubber up her legs, it slid easily enough over her skin and soon her whole lower half, including her feet, was in its second rubber skin.  In moments her bum was coated and then she began to slip in one arm and the other, pulling the rubber tight so that her hands eased into the gloves that were an integral part of the catsuit.

It felt as if only a couple of minutes had passed since entering the room, but already she was coated in the slippery rubber.  Katherine’s hands were shaking as she slid the zip up, enclosing her midriff and her breasts in the rubber.  She gasped as her nipples stood proud in the gloss and she could not resist stroking them.  As she did she felt a sudden cold sensation at the base of her spine.

“Have you discovered the tail?”  Lady Eleanor called from outside.

“Yes.”  Katherine replied. 

She was intrigued by the rubber-coated tail hanging down between her legs.  As she looked at it, it suddenly perked up, standing erect behind her back.  She thought about it swaying and gently it began to.  “Whoa!  That’s cool.”

“Yes, it senses your brain signals and acts on them.  It’s a new piece of kit.”

Katherine played with her new tail, getting it to wrap around her leg then uncoil and naughtily stroke at the zip which was all that covered her naked pussy.  Katherine gasped at the pleasurable sensation that that gave her.  Eagerly she went to the boots and quickly eased them on over her catsuit.  She had never worn boots so long or with such high heels, but once in them, she felt powerful and strong and strode to the mirror, delighting in how she appeared.

“Where’s the mask?”  Katherine asked a little impatiently.

“Ah, just a few more moments.  Just stand where you are, looking at the mirror.”

As Katherine stood there, she began to catch the hint of glints of light at the corner of her eye.  She kept her eyes running after them, darting back and forth but they were always out of reach.  They multiplied and soon the mirror, the small room, were filled with coloured lights that made Katherine feel a little dizzy.  However, as she moved slightly, she sensed the rubber that clung to her so snugly and that reassured her, that felt good.  Katherine lost all sense of time, she just loved the beautiful lights, then for an instant it went dark, and when her vision cleared she felt a hood of some kind had passed over her head.  Now the lights were close to her, spiralling around inches from her eyes.  She found it difficult to think straight, but that did not concern her any more, she was loving the sensation, one that she was increasingly sure had been given her by the skin-tight rubber she wore, these were the clothes that she loved, making her tough but sexy.

With those thoughts established, Katherine felt new commands coming into her mind.  Distantly she could hear Lady Eleanor’s voice and she strained to listen it.  As she did the words she said penetrated deep into Katherine: they were about loyalty and obedience.  Increasingly Katherine felt that Lady Eleanor was the most important person in her life, she found it difficult to picture anyone else, or remember their names.  Katherine began to know that Lady Eleanor was more important that herself, and that Katherine had to demonstrate her loyalty, to guard and protect her mistress.  Her mistress?  That was good word, and thinking it Katherine felt a wave of pleasure run through her.  Her Mistress.  She was her loyal guard cat, feline, sexy, and strong.  Distantly Katherine felt her hands lift up and felt pressure on each of her fingers, but the information flowing into her brain was so much more important than that sensation.  Katherine felt pressure on her head, but again it was not important, rather, knowing her Mistress and how to serve her, was.

Now Lady Eleanor’s voice was clear in the hood.  “I am Lady Eleanor, I am your Mistress; you are Kat, my loyal feline guard.”

The mantra repeated again and again and Katherine found she could not deny it: it was the truth, a burning, binding truth.

Katherine did not know what to do to demonstrate her loyalty.  Then she felt a cool sensation on her shaven head as the mask she had longed for, and now knew was a true part of her, was lowered.  As it fixed in place, she realised the change was complete.

“You are my Mistress, i am Kat, your loyal guard.”

The hood quickly lifted away and Kat blinked in the bright light.  Then she saw herself reflected and her whole body rocked with the pulse of pleasure that coursed through her.  Her tail spiralled and twisted behind her, as she admired her hands tipped with their silver claws.

The door slid open and seeing her Mistress, Kat fell to her knees and crawled towards her, her shiny coated legs sliding easily across the floor.  She lapped at her Mistress’s shiny red boots, her tail waving excitedly from side to side.

“Thank you Mistress, thank you.  Kat is so grateful.”

Lady Eleanor smiled and crouched to stroke her hand over Kat’s rubber covered body, from her head between the pricked-up ears where the sensation penetrated Kat’s rubber skin to her bare flesh below; down her spine, sending delightful shivers through her, to cup her shapely bum.  Kat was speechless, now only purrs would come as she loved the petting her mistress gave her.  As Lady Eleanor’s probing fingers brushed the zip over Kat’s naked pussy, her guard exploded in orgasm until she slumped exhausted at her Mistress’s feet.

“Come, my pet, my guard.”

Kat stood, her actions feline as she walked behind her Mistress, to her large bedroom.  She followed her through the curtains of the four poster bed and sought to curl up at her Mistress’s feet, but Lady Eleanor stopped her.

“A good cat must be rewarded with cream.”  Eleanor said.

She shed her boots and robe, then she unzipped the catsuit from over Kat’s sex and began stroking her cat’s pussy until she was gasping with the pleasure coursing through her body.  With the sun about to rise, Kat fell into a deep sleep never to wake again as Katherine Norris, but for ever more as Kat, Lady Eleanor’s loyal, obedient, pet.

Lady Eleanor's Collection 3: Augmentation

Story 3 - Augmentation

The taxi pulled up at the end of the driveway.

“That’s the place.”

“Aren’t you going to drive in?”  Sara asked, curious at the behaviour of this British taxi driver.

“That’s the place.  You owe me ten pounds.”  He said in a surly voice.

Sara realised that she was not going to get anything more out of the man.  She paid him, but did not give him a tip.  She picked up her large bag and began walking up to the house.  The driveway was far from straight and Sara felt a bit disgruntled as she went under the arch of rambling trees.  Then she emerged into the rambling gardens.  They were well tended and the whole view looked just how she imagined an English country house to appear.  Her tiredness now forgotten, she was soon at the door.  She could see why Professor Nash had resigned from her post in the US if this had been what had been waiting for her in England.

Sara rang the bell.  She did not wait long before the door opened.  The woman who opened it was clearly a maid.  She stood smartly, her head bowed a little.

“Please enter.”  The maid said, stepping to one side.

As Sara’s eyes adjusted from the light of the autumn sunshine she could make out the maid’s glistening costume.  The white frills around the black apron looked classic, but the long boots she wore and their sharp heels seemed a little odd.

“Ah, there you are.”  A woman probably coming up to forty, with blonde hair showering from her head in braids, hurried up.

It took Sara some moments to realise that this had to be Professor Eleanor Nash, looking so different from the faculty photographs she had seen of her.  Professor Nash wore smooth black leather trousers, no doubt from a leading Italian fashion house.  Sara noticed her cropped jacket was also leather and so was the bustier she wore beneath it.  Her heels were possibly a touch too high.  Then again Professor Nash must have inherited money with this place, and in Beverley Hills she would have appeared positively restrained in her wardrobe.

“Sara, Sara Brooke, I presume.”

“Professor Nash, it was so great of you to let me come and visit.”

“It was nothing.  I may have stepped out of academia, but it doesn’t mean I’ve entirely lost interest in the subjects I researched.  Though don’t call me Professor Nash, here I’m Eleanor, Lady Eleanor.”

“Yes, of course, Lady Eleanor.”

“Excellent.  Come through, we’ll have tea, or coffee if you prefer.”

Sara looked around as if on a tourist trip as Lady Eleanor led her into a large sitting room.  It was not crowded with ornaments as she expected to find in a stately home, instead the furniture was modern with dark shades contrasting with the cream of the walls and the white of the window frames.

“Take a seat.”  Lady Eleanor gestured to a midnight blue armchair of polished leather.

Sara sat down and with her journey at an end found she felt surprisingly comfortable and relaxed.  In moments the maid appeared with the tea, as she set it down, Sara once again pondered how practical her shiny boots and short maid’s uniform was, but her attention was quickly distracted by Lady Eleanor.

“We had better press on, I’m sure you have got a lot of questions.”

“Erm, yes.  Do you mind if I record our talks?”

“Certainly, it’s good to get an accurate note of my words.”

Sara admired Lady Eleanor’s focus: no small talk, no discussion of the trip here.  She pulled her pad, with her points to focus on, from her bag and set the mini-disc recorder running on the low table between them.

“Professor, before you stepped down, your work focused on the psychological and neurological effects of augmentation, breast enlargement and such like.”

“Yes, that’s correct.  It’s still an area which I am interested in.  I do private research here.”

“That’s great to hear.  You no longer publish though.”

“No, my ideas are probably too controversial.  I will hold on to my results until the world catches up with my thinking.”

“Yes, I know what you mean.”  Sara laughed lightly then continued.  “The most controversial point you made before you stepped down was that women who undergo such augmentation feel that they lose control, that they become submissive to the person, well, not necessarily the surgeon, but the person who arranged for the surgery.  Of course most women arrange their own...”

“But do they do it for themselves?”  Lady Eleanor interjected.  “Or do they do it for their husbands, their partners, for society?”

Sara hesitated, thinking for the moment.  “Yes, that is a point, but I find it difficult to accept that a woman’s personality would change, that she would become submissive.  You called it the ‘master syndrome‘, didn’t you?”

“The Mistress Syndrome.”  Eleanor corrected.

“Ah.”  Sara hesitated, uncertain what to say next.

“Have you ever had such augmentation yourself?”  Lady Eleanor asked as she ran her eyes over Sara.

“No.”

“So, you have no personal experience of what changes it might bring?”

“No, that is true.”

“Well, who better to work with, someone who is both knowledgeable and sceptical?”

“A test case?”

“Call it that if you like, but you’d be working with me on the research.  We would have two views of the same developments.”

Sara laughed again, partly nervous at what Lady Eleanor’s suggestions meant, partly excited to be invited to work with her.

“Though I might not be up to it, once the process was complete.  Didn’t you also say that the intelligence of such an augmented woman becomes less, as she feels herself becoming more of an object, or what was the word you used?  More like a pet?”

“Well, she is petted.  We alter our pets, cut their coats, dock their tails, neuter them.  Surely that is what happens to the woman who is altered, but even more so.  She yields to the changes and is rewarded by her owner for how she now appears.  She is made more sexually alluring.  She does not control what happens to her, she is remade the way her mistress wants.”

“So if I went through such surgery I would find myself feeling like your pet?”

“What‘s wrong with that?”  Lady Eleanor seemed to joke.

“It‘s only a possibility after all, that is what we would be testing.”  Sara conceded.

“I think it is more than a possibility, but why don’t you see?”

Sara fell quiet, thinking through the implications.  “Such things are reversible, and it would certainly make a great thesis.  But who would fund it?  I can’t see the university paying for me to get my breasts enlarged.”

“I have a small surgery here.  I worked in the field before turning to research.  We could do all the work here, under controlled conditions.”

“I don’t know.”  Sara hesitated.

“You are serious about this research aren’t you?”  Lady Eleanor fixed her gaze on Sara as if daring her to disagree.  Then she spoke with a softer tone.  “Well you know as well as anyone we can reverse any of the processes, that’s if you wanted that after it’s done.”

“Yes, I suppose so.  What sort of things are you thinking about?”

“Nothing too extreme.  Plump out your lips, that’s very easy, breast implants are a given, filling out your backside is popular these days too.”

“Yes, it’s becoming as popular as breast enlargement.  There are a couple of other things, my nose could be a little more shapely, I’ve often thought.”

“Yes, that’s no problem.  We could also taper your waist a little and a touch of liposuction will give us material to work with.”

“Okay.  When will we do this?  I’m only over here for a month.”

“Oh don’t worry.  We can handle it tomorrow.  I’ll just make some calls and double check my surgery.”

“That gives me time to get the experiment log set up and start writing in my thoughts, feelings and so on.  We’ll need a ‘before’ and ‘after’ view.”

“Certainly.”  Lady Eleanor said as she stood.  “Well, I’ll leave you to your tasks and will go and see to mine.  I’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning.”  She rang a small bell on the table.  “I’ll have Layla make up a room for you, get you some food too.  You can stay here to recover.  It’ll be nice to have a guest staying, I have so few.”

The maid appeared.

“Layla, can you have Sara shown to the Arabic bedroom?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“See you bright and early.”  Lady Eleanor smiled and Sara felt reassured.

Sara followed the maid, oblivious now to her clothes as her mind raced through her ideas for this research and thoughts of the academic papers that would come from it.

****

The morning had rushed by and Sara had had little time to think about what was happening, instead she had been focusing on the experiment as if it was going to be occurring to someone else.  It was only now as she lay on the operating table that Sara began to realise this was real and was happening to her.  For the first time she began to wonder how she would look, probably not too different from what Lady Eleanor had said; by the time she got back to the States probably no-one would even notice the changes.

“If your theories are right then with this much augmentation, I will be unable to think for myself, I’ll be totally submissive to you.”  Sara said: the thought had just come to her.

She had always doubted Professor Nash’s theory would prove accurate, but now she was facing putting it to the test.

Lady Eleanor just smiled.  She injected the anaesthetic into Sara then stood back.

“Yes, you will be.  I knew that for certain when I stepped down.  Since then I have been refining the techniques.  As well as your augmentation you will receive conditioning whilst you sleep.  When you awake you will be Syra, your personality as well as your body transformed, totally obedient to me.  You’ll have become one of my pets.”

Sara was alarmed, and tried to struggle, but her limbs felt heavy and she found she was unable to lift her head.  She thought of the maid she had seen clad in tight shiny rubber.  She wondered if that would be her fate.  As if reading her mind, Lady Eleanor held up a glistening rubber catsuit.

“Do you like it?  This is what Syra wears and there is nothing you can do to stop yourself becoming Syra.  I couldn’t have anyone too interested in my work, well, certainly not someone not totally loyal to me.  When you awake you will be something far more useful than just another researcher, you will be a playbeing.  You’ll like that: all your worries will be gone, I’ll look after everything for you.  I am your mistress, you can just delight in your shapely, sexy body, Syra and using it to serve me to full.”

Lady Eleanor’s words sounded distant, but in Sara’s ears the name Syra echoed and then all went black.

****

Syra stepped out of the shower and admired her large firm breasts and the shapely hemisphere of her bum.  Her waist was slimmer, as if she wore a corset, tapered, accentuating both her enlarged breasts and backside.  She pouted her full lush lips and shook her blonde hair.  She loved how her body looked, she was grateful to her mistress for allowing her to be so sexy.  Hanging close by was her black rubber catsuit, standing beneath it a pair of matching thigh length boots with high, sharp heels.  She stepped over to the clothes, enjoying the way her firm bum swayed as she moved.  She stroked her fingers over the rubber’s polished surface, but did not hesitate long, she was eager to show off her sexy body to her mistress in this clinging rubber.

Syra slid her legs into the catsuit, the interior was coated with a kind of oil that her mistress had created that meant the rubber slid easily across her body.  Soon her bum was coated and she was easing her arms into the sleeves.  Her whole body tingled, this felt so right, to be clad in this gloss, showing off every part of her delicious body, yet making it so much sexier.  Excitedly she eased up the zip sealing herself into the catsuit, her large breasts standing erect in the rubber, their nipples rock hard.  Her rubber clad legs slid easily into the thigh length boots and Syra rose on the sharp heels.  Syra strutted to the mirror, loving the way the rubber rippled around her shapely body as she moved, glistening in the light.  Syra was eager to finger herself in her new clothes, but something held her back: her priority was to satisfy her mistress and in return pleasure came from her, when she decided.

Satisfied with the erotic way she was now dressed, Syra went to find her mistress.  As she walked through the house so blatantly a sex-toy, Syra shuddered with a thrill, she loved the fact that this was her existence, to be so sexy, to be so obedient.  She found her mistress reclining on a sofa dressed in blue leather: a bustier and tight sleek trousers.

“Mistress.”  Syra said as she stepped into the room, her head bowed in submission.

Lady Eleanor looked up and clearly delighted in the new pet she saw standing before her, her body sculpted with large firm breasts and buttocks so obvious in the skin-tight glossy rubber that were now her usual clothes.

“Syra, lift your head.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Syra lifted up her face, Lady Eleanor looked into her eyes.  Syra knew that all she could see was a sex-slave looking back, all thought of resistance, any ability not to obey, had been removed.  Syra was oblivious to the fact that Lady Eleanor knew that Sara Brooke no longer existed at all, instead in front of her stood Syra, nothing more than one of her slaves, nothing more than a playbeing.

“Syra, come lick me out.”  Lady Eleanor ordered, unbuttoning her trousers to expose her naked pussy below.

Syra fell to her knees and crawled across the floor, pleased to be able to service her mistress.  In moments her tongue was lapping at the lips of her mistress’s delicious pussy, teasing her tasty clit until her mistress slumped back, shaking with pleasure, clearly delighted at her new toy.

Syra knelt back, pleased that she had done her duty.

“Orgasm.”  Lady Eleanor ordered.

Syra’s body was unable to disobey and she was shot through with pleasure, her clitoris throbbing, her snatch was running juicy, her body quivering with pleasure as she squirmed, fondling her slippery rubber-clad body, loving the fact that she served her mistress and her mistress rewarded her so well.