Lady Eleanor's Collection 6: Chain Store

Story 6 - Chain Store

Julia could not stand any more of the crowds of the busy roads of central London.  For relief she stepped into a quiet side street hoping to cut through to the next set of shops she was aiming for.  She felt dissatisfied in her search through the January sales.  None of the clothes she had seen had caught her interest and she was beginning to think of giving up and going home.  She walked rather aimlessly down the side road flanked by offices and the occasional specialist shop.  A short way ahead of her, a taxi pulled up.  A woman in a dark grey business suit got out and stood on the pavement.

Julia looked at her, wondering why she just stood there, but moments later another woman stepped out, dressed completely differently.  Her hair was blonde and cut short and sharply.  She was dressed from head-to-toe in shiny black leather.  Her cropped jacket was zipped up over her large breasts and her bum was a smooth leather-coated hemisphere.  As the two women headed towards a narrower street, that looked little more than a wide alley, Julia watched in fascination.  It appeared the leathered woman was almost leading the businesswoman, whose had been distant, almost as if she was entranced.

As they turned the corner, Julia saw something drop from the businesswoman’s pocket.  Barely thinking, Julia hurried over to pick it up.  It was a pair of leather gloves.  Julia was sure the woman would want them back.  She turned into the narrow road, but the two women had disappeared from sight.  Julia knew they must have gone into one of the few doors on this street.  Julia walked along it trying to guess which one she should try.  Her thoughts of shopping had gone from her mind, she was keen to find the businesswoman; she could not admit that she was also eager to see more of her leathered companion: her boss maybe?

The narrow road was closed off by the walls of another building but in its lee was a small shop.  She wondered what business it could be in such a hidden away street.  The outside was painted all shiny black.  Over the main window written in gold it read ‘Lady Eleanor’s’.  Julia was intrigued.  She walked over and looked into the small shop window.  It contained a number of black and white photographs.  They all showed women, scantily clad or dressed in clinging, shiny clothes.  Julia blushed as she realised the shop must sell erotica, not tacky sex objects, but still, something for the broad-minded.  She recognised a blonde-haired woman in a couple of the shots, she was the one Julia had seen, this must be where she had come.  Without thinking more, Julia pushed the door open and stepped into the shop.  Inside was brightly lit and it was larger than it appeared from the outside.

Inside it seemed to be more like a small gallery with displays of life-sized sculptures resembling the photographs outside.  Mannequins dressed in a range of rubber clothes stood around the walls like sentries.  The centre of the room had a display of two women clad fully in rubber, only their eyes and lips showing from behind encasing black rubber masks.  The one standing was thrusting a large strap-on dildo into the pussy of another on all fours.  In the corner was a chair similarly made of two women, one standing locked by a two-ended dildo into the other who was kneeling.  The kneeling woman was curved over, her arms stretched to the floor, her midriff forming the seat of the chair.

Julia felt she should be shocked, but she was more intrigued.  She had seen odd modern art sculptures before, but usually aimed at gay men, what was different about these, were that they were wholly female.  However, there was something clearly about a power relationship in the exhibits, and while she was reluctant to admit it, that thought was what made her tingle.  Towards the back of the shop hung rails of rubber clothing, not just black but red, chocolate brown and other bright and dark shades.  In her mind came the message that she should ease herself into a catsuit, long boots and a mask and become like the mannequins.

Julia was stunned by the thoughts that were coming into her mind and as she looked away she noticed for the first time, sat behind a stripped wood counter was the blonde, leather-clad woman Julia had seen in the street.  She was watching Julia but said nothing, as if measuring up her reason for being there.

“Erm, ah, I found these gloves.”  Julia stuttered as she stepped up to the counter.  “The, er, woman you were with, the one in the grey suit, she dropped them.”

“Thank you, er...”  The woman said, standing to take the gloves.

“Julia, call me Julia.”

“I’m Ellie, the Lady Eleanor of the shop name.”  She smiled.

Julia felt relaxed by Ellie’s response.

“I’ll give the gloves to Michaela, she’s currently being changed out the back, so it’s best not to disturb her for the moment, until she’s finished.”

“Right.”

Julia thought briefly about Ellie’s words, Julia herself would have said ‘getting changed’, but then again, she guessed Michaela was a wealthy businesswoman, into this sort of thing, here to buy some complex rubber gear and it might need someone to help her get into it.

“So, this is all yours?”  Julia asked, curiously reluctant to leave.

For some reason, she felt pleased that she had discovered this secret place.

“Yes, do you like it?”

“It’s different.  It’s a gallery?”

“Kind of, it’s also a shop and a performance space.”

Julia did not know what to say next.

“Would you like to try something on?”  Ellie asked.  “We’re always looking for new models.  We have a show next week for customers.”

Julia blushed heavily.  The sense that she could actually dress like this, excited her more than she had realised, a hungry sensation shot through her, but she felt too embarrassed to admit it.  “Erm, no, I think I’d better be getting on.”

“Okay, thanks for dropping the gloves off.  We’d have missed those.  They’re a lovely pair.”

“Do you know where Michaela got them from?”

“Yes, I shop there too.”  Ellie said walking around to the front of the counter.  “As you might have noticed.”  She said, gesturing to her leather clothing.  “You’ll find the shop, Ashtan’s, not far from here.”  She took a business card from the counter and handed it to Julia.  “Here’s their details if you’re interested.  Tell them Lady Eleanor sent you.”

“Okay.”  Julia took the card and again felt a tingle.

She wondered what it would be to wear leather clothes like those Ellie had on.  Maybe, she told herself that that was what she had been looking for, something sexy and different.

“Here, take this too.  It’s one of our most popular items, a little thank you from Michaela for returning her gloves.”

Julia took the small, velvet covered box.  It was thin and about the size of her palm.  “Oh, it was nothing.”

“Take it anyway, a gift from me.  To a prospective customer?”

Julia laughed nervously.  “Maybe.”

“You’ll be back, Julia, don’t worry.”

Julia put the box into her jacket pocket.  “Thanks.  I’ll try Ashtan’s.  Bye.”

“See you soon.”  Lady Eleanor said as Julia walked to the door.

Julia opened the door and walked out on to the pavement.  She turned to close the door behind her and as she did she caught a glimpse of a woman walking from the back, dressed in skin-tight rubber, a mask covering her features, just like the statues.  Lady Eleanor was turned to see her come in.  In that instant Julia felt the woman was the height of the businesswoman, Michaela, and guessed that was what she had been changing into.  The door swung closed and Julia just faced its blank, black woodwork.

Julia hesitated for a moment, then stepped away as if she had snapped out of a trance.  She walked to the end of the narrow street.  She looked back down it, but the curve of the buildings must have prevented her from seeing ‘Lady Eleanor’s’ from where she stood.

Julia felt very much on edge, she knew that she had to go and buy some sexy clothes to satiate the feeling.  She realised how turned on she had felt seeing the way Ellie was dressed all in leather and knew she could not let herself leave London without trying to replicate her outfit.  She took out the card for Ashtan’s and headed in that direction.

Julia was soon walking into a shop packed from floor to ceiling with leather clothes, moving from the standard leather jackets at the front, through the leather skirts and trousers to the leather corsets and bustiers and then the long boots with sharp heels.  The room was heavy with the aroma of leather which somehow made Julia feel safe but sexy too.  She realised that this was the kind of thing she had sub-consciously been looking for and that her body would not let her leave until she was clad in a sexy leather outfit.

A young Asian woman stepped up as Julia entered.  She was dressed in a leather corset that thrust up her breasts and shiny leather jeans than ran into knee-length boots with a sharp heel.  The woman smiled warmly and Julia felt reassured.

“I’m looking for something in leather, erm an outfit in leather.  Erm, well, I guess you know that.”

“Yes, Julia.”

“Whoa, you know my name?”

“Of course, Lady Eleanor telephoned to say you were coming in, many of her customers come here; she does herself.”

“Erm, I’m not one of her customers.”

“No worries, you can still become one of ours though.”  The woman repeated the smile then turned to the hangers.

She pulled down a top in a smooth shiny leather.

“Erm, I was just thinking of a jacket or something.”

“No you weren’t, you said you wanted an outfit in leather, a jacket is only part of that, the last part.”

“Oh right.”  Julia was slightly bewildered by the woman’s firm sales technique, but decided to go with it.

She had to admit that walking here she had had a few pictures in her mind of wearing all kinds of leather clothes.  Julia took the top from the assistant.  She had to admit that the leather felt delightful.  The woman was already taking down some trousers and then even a pair of leather panties.

“I couldn’t wear them.”

“Nonsense, once you’ve tried them on, you’ll not want to take them off.”  The assistant said gesturing to the changing cubicle.  “Unless you want to change out here.”  She smirked.

Julia hesitated but took the other leathers and walked into the cubicle, pulling the curtain closed behind her.  Hesitantly she slipped off her rather smart jacket and blouse then slowly wrapped the strapless top around her.  It was very tight and she stopped, walking out of the cubicle to the attendant who had already laid out a leather jacket and a pair of long boots.

“Yes?”  The assistant asked.

“This is the wrong size.”

“No, it’s perfect, but you’re not trying hard enough.  You can’t wear a bra with that.”

She hurried over and had released Julia’s bra, letting it fall to the floor before she could do anything about it.  The assistant pulled the top quickly around Julia’s midriff and breasts, thrusting up her cleavage as she zipped it up the back sealing Julia into the tight shiny leather.  Julia gasped as the pleasurable sensation of the leather held so tightly to her naked breasts, their rapidly hardening nipples, soon pressing hard against the bustier.  Julia felt dazed, but part of her was hungry to feel the similar sensation over her pussy.  She hurried back into the changing room and shed her shoes and jeans.  Less self-conscious now, her panties were soon off and in place were the leather ones which fitted snugly.

For the first time Julia noticed the thin zip over her pussy, giving easy access through the cream-soft tight black leather to her sex.  She held back from fingering herself and turned to the trousers.  These were as smooth as her top, with no pockets to mar the lines and seams kept to a minimum.  At first she did not believe she could squeeze into them, but the give of the leather as it warmed to her body, meant that quickly she was sliding the leather up her thighs, giving them a sheer smooth black second skin and moments later her bum was cupped by the tight leather.  Julia closed the trousers with the popper at the top and then the ones that stood in for a fly.  She could not stop herself running her hands over the smooth leather, which clung so tightly to her.  Julia looked in the mirror to see that the woman who had entered dressed in a jacket and jeans and now wore the smoothest leather all over.  Julia stepped out from the cubicle once and the assistant smiled.

“There you are, weren’t those the right choices?  You love those clothes, and now we can finish it off.  In a few minutes you will be striding out of here a real leatherwoman.”

“Yes.”  Julia said weakly, but she knew the assistant was right and she was eager to slip into the jacket and the long boots.

The assistant handed Julia the jacket.  It was short and tight, not reaching below her waist, so that her perfect bum was visible in all its black leathered glory.  Then the assistant passed over the boots and Julia again hesitated.  The jacket, the trousers, even the top were like things she had worn, just now they were in leather, but high-heeled boots stretching passed her knee were a different matter.  Slowly she slipped her foot into one boot and before she could delay the assistant was on her knees sliding the zip shut, closing Julia’s legs in more leather, tight up her calves and widening over her knee.  Then she quickly presented the second boot and Julia found it so easy to put her foot in and let the assistant slide the zip closed, completing Julia’s transformation. 

Hesitantly Julia began to walk, unaccustomed to the high-heels but quickly coming to delight in sensation of them.  Every move Julia made, the leather rippled and gently creaked around her.  The rich aroma filled her nostrils.  Julia stopped in front of the mirror seeing how different she now looked, how easy it had been to change into this kind of woman.  She had certainly found what she was looking for.  She handed over her credit card with no thought to the cost of the clothes; there was no way she could not leave unless she was dressed like this.

Minutes later Julia walked out of the shop, having forgotten the clothes she had entered wearing.  She walked along the street, strutting in her high-heels loving the looks she got from men and women alike.  She found it difficult to remember why she was in town and increasingly realised that she was feeling horny.  Without thinking she stepped into a sex shop, passing round the dark baffle to find herself in one of those modern stores, all chrome and multiple levels.  She had no idea what she was looking for, but found herself drawn to the rows of vibrators.  She flicked passed the ones in pink and other bright colours, lighting on one straight, black and shiny.  This was what she wanted, and her pussy rewarded her with a twinge of pleasure.

Julia was glad she wore her leather panties, knowing that by now cloth ones would be sodden with her juices.  She wandered idly to the DVDs, but none of the titles seemed to attract her, until her eye came on ‘Latex Queen’.  Without reading the description she sensed that this one would give her pleasure.  She took it to the counter and whilst she waited found herself scissoring her thighs so the leather surfaces of her thighs ran smoothly across and back, giving her both a delightful sound and sensation.  When her turn came she handed over the DVD.

“There’s a two-for-one offer on those: lesbian fetish.”

“Oh.”  Julia replied, a part of her wondering what she had got herself into buying.

“There’s ‘Latex Queen 2’ here if you like.”  The young woman stretched to reach another from the new releases shelf.

“Sounds good.”

Julia paid and took her change.

“Nice leathers.”  The woman said.

“Thanks.”  Julia replied automatically, but was again was rewarded by a burst of pleasure.  She certainly felt good and was eager to get home and exploit the sensation.

****

Julia slumped back on the sofa.  Her legs, still wearing their skin-tight trousers and long boots were stretched out in front of her as the second DVD came to an end.  Julia’s head buzzed.  She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had that afternoon.  She had never watched much pornography before.  However, the story of a young female journalist becoming a latex wearing sex-slave of a rich mistress, and its sequel in which a woman detective investigating the journalist’s disappearance was similarly enslaved, had tapped deep into lusts within Julia that she had no idea had existed.  Clearly the encounter with Lady Eleanor had unlocked and thrown wide doors to her real sexuality and Julia had begun to re-assess what really turned her on.  Lying here dressed in the tightest leathers getting off on watching a woman submit sexually to another woman made her feel better than she had done in ages.

Julia’s thoughts began spiralling as she started to recall the images she had seen in Lady Eleanor’s shop.  Now they seemed to make sense; now they were exciting and she felt a tingle every time she remembered another.  Slowly she could imagine herself going there, dressed as she was now.  She felt pleased that she could be a woman that sexually mature that she could explore these aspects of herself and her tastes.  She felt keen to be approved, to be accepted as the sophisticated woman, unashamed to wear sexy clothes and savour a range of different pleasures.

Suddenly she remembered the present she had been given at Lady Eleanor’s.  Had she left it in her old clothes?  She scrabbled in her shoulder bag and was relieved to find the slim velvet box.  She popped it open to find a shiny ring of black rubber coating a hard metal.  It was wide enough to be a bracelet and she slipped it on to her wrist.  Initially she felt a tingle, but that faded and something told her that was not the right place to wear it.  Then she remembered the DVDs, the collars that the Latex Queen’s slaves had worn.  No doubt this was Lady Eleanor’s version of those.  Julia felt a little panic, had Lady Eleanor been saying she wanted to enslave Julia?  Had she seen something in the shop she should not have done?  Did Lady Eleanor just want to add her to her harem?

Julia shook her head and tossed the thing aside.  Those thoughts were just some kind of fantasy.  This had to just be a marketing gimmick for the shop, or maybe Lady Eleanor had just been grateful and it was a piece of jewellery.  Then Julia felt uneasy that she could have had such fantasies.  These went beyond simply strutting around in shiny clothes to issues of domination and control.  Suddenly Julia felt dirty and angry, she stripped off her leather jacket and awkwardly shed her boots.  She snatched the two DVDs and took them to the waste bin and tossed them in.  In minutes she had taken off all the leathers and they were shoved at the back of her wardrobe.  She felt uneasy looking at them, but they were too expensive to simply throw away; it would be a waste.  She could give them to a charity or something, if she had truly to be rid of them, but for now they could sit out of sight and out of mind.

****

A month had passed since Julia had come across Lady Eleanor’s shop and since she had decided to have nothing to do with the lifestyle that it had seemed to be leading her into.  Whilst she had fought back against the desires, she had not always been victorious.  Today, as had been the case for the previous two weeks, both the bra and panties she wore were of soft leather.  She blamed the lingerie and sex toy shops which had appeared in the high street, it was all too easy to buy soft and sexy underwear in black leather, red leather, rubber too.  Julia had barely noticed how little of her underwear was now of cloth, though few of her colleagues would guess that beneath her suit she wore leather underwear with zips for rapid access.  Saying that she had started to wear her short leather jacket to work, first just over, then replacing her suit jacket and yesterday, being Friday she had paired it with those leather trousers and the outfit had won her compliments from both male and female colleagues.

This morning as she slouched around the house just in her underwear she sat on something on the sofa.  She pulled it from beneath her and found it was the collar she must have left there weeks before.  She ran its smooth rubber through her fingers and then on a whim placed it at her neck.  The whole gesture, the whole thought of it excited her and there was nothing to do but click it closed.  As she did, Julia’s body was rocked with an unexpected orgasm and she could do nothing but play with her soaking pussy and tease her nipples clad in their smooth leather in order to provoke another.  Julia lost any sense of time, but finally spent, she had a burning purpose in her and headed directly to her bedroom.  In minutes she had slid into her tight leather trousers and top and was sat down to ease her legs into the long boots.  Tossing the leather jacket on, Julia hurried from the house.  She felt conflicting emotions: pleasure, defiance, compliance, power, but she knew she could only resolve the situation by facing Lady Eleanor.

****

Julia strode up the short side road to Lady Eleanor’s shop.  It was as she had remembered it.  She pushed the door, half expecting it to be closed, but in moments she stepped into the dark shop.  The pictures and displays meant a lot more to her now than they had done a month before.  She avoided looking at them, worried that she would lacked the strength to not be aroused by them.  She had managed to discard her leathers and leave them at home, but it had proven impossible to get the collar off and she had let her indignation at that drive her through.

“Eleanor.”  Julia called firmly towards the back of the shop.

Lady Eleanor emerged dressed almost the same as Julia had been earlier.  Seeing Julia, her smile quickly faded.

“What have you done to me?”  Julia snapped.

“What?  Don’t you enjoy exploring your sexuality?”

“Yes.”  Julia conceded.  “But what was I becoming?  Some kind of lesbian pet for you?”

“For yourself as well.  Didn’t you think you look really good in those tight, smooth sexy leather clothes?”

“Yes, but that is me, me as a sexually-aware woman.”

“But you didn’t wear them here.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was worried ...”

“Worried about what?”

“That I would give in, let myself become what you want me to be.”

“What’s wrong with that?  I thought you would make a loyal lieutenant.  Someone who could manage the shop for me.  Wouldn’t you like to be involved with the scene?”

“Loyal lieutenant?  I think you wanted to subjugate me.”

“If I wanted that, I would have done it by now.”

“Ah, but I fought back, I am stronger than that.  A strong woman can resist you.”

“You believe that?  Let me show you what a strong woman can so easily become.”  Lady Eleanor said, walking into the main part of the shop, heading almost defiantly towards Julia before coming to a halt.

“154, step forward.”  Lady Eleanor commanded.

Julia noticed movement in the corner of the shop.  One of the mannequins seemed to be coming to life.  As it stepped forward, Julia looked over it.  Like the others, it wore a skin-tight rubber catsuit and matching thigh-length boots, with high-sharp heels.  Its breasts were large, straining against the rubber.  Its face was hidden beneath a tight rubber mask, with only slits for its eyes and mouth.  The eyes opened.  Julia realised that this was no plastic model, but an actual woman.  Julia watched with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as the nameless woman walked forward.  Her body seemed so accentuated by the glossy rubber she wore and every step she took was lithe and feline.  She stopped in front of Julia.

“154, remove you mask.”

Julia could only watch as the rubber-covered woman reached up and pulled off her mask.  She gasped as the face of Michaela, the woman she had seen in the grey suit was exposed.  Now, however, he was completely bald, and her eyes had a completely vacant look, yet somehow her appearance was alluring and she had a posture, which Julia felt indicated her mind was now filled with thoughts of sex.

“I think you recognise my former accountant.”  Lady Eleanor said, smiling.  “154, state who and what you are.”

“i am 154, your sex toy, Mistress.”  The rubbered woman said vacantly, but Julia could tell that she believed it sincerely.

Lady Eleanor turned to Julia and said.  “That is your future, 155.”

“What?  155?  What do you mean?”

“It’s what I do here, make rubber dolls for export.  This is my latest, 154, her commodity number.  You will be 155, until your new owner decides on a name.”  Lady Eleanor explained as she walked over to the counter.

“I don’t want to be a ‘rubber doll’, have an owner, a commodity number.”

“Don’t worry, you soon will.”  Lady Eleanor began typing something quickly into the computer.  “That collar you still wear, the one that brought you here, is fitted with neural transmitters programmed to shape you into what I dreamt of you as: my servant, my lover, loyal and obedient.  However, it is clear now that you wouldn’t accept that, so I’ll simply change the program and you’ll become 155, your identity entirely erased, you will be totally obedient, simply a rubber-coated sex toy for whoever buys you.”

Julia was going to laugh, to shout, to protest, to run from the shop, but she felt her mind rapidly filling with new thoughts.  There was no need to leave, in fact, she had to stay and become what Lady Eleanor wanted her to be.  Julia looked at 154 in front of her, how shiny and clinging the rubber was she wore.  She began to think how exciting it would be to be dressed just the same, to have her naked body coated all over in the slippery rubber.  She watched as 154 eased her mask back on and she wanted one too, to be able to erase her identity, to become nothing more than a sex toy, for whoever her mistress wanted to sell her to.  She looked away from 154 and began walking to her mistress.

“Mistress, i am dressed wrongly.”  The words came from somewhere deep within her.

“Who are you?”

“i am 155.”  She realised that was what she now thought of herself as.

“Good.  155, follow me, we’ll get you into more appropriate clothes.”

155 walked behind her mistress into a brightly-lit room at the back of the shop.  There were rows of hangers holding shiny black rubber clothes.  155 looked at them eagerly, keen to ease her body into clinging rubber to show her mistress how obedient, how erotic she was.  155 discarded her clothes quickly, dropping them to the floor followed by her underwear.  Lady Eleanor rubbed her all over with a kind of oil and quickly any of the hair that had covered 155’s body dissolved.  Pleased, Lady Eleanor ran her fingers through 155’s hair and likewise she was soon bald.  155 liked how smooth her skin now was, and she knew it was ready for the rubber which would clad it.  Every step took her closer to resembling 154 who she so envied.  155 grunted with pleasure as her mistress held up a rubber catsuit, and 155 walked quickly to her.  She felt a great sense of satisfaction and excitement as she took the rubber and began easing her legs into it.  In moments it was coating her bum, turning it into a glossy hemisphere.  She slipped her now slippery legs into the thigh length boots and rose on the sharp heels.  Every step 155 took to confirm her bondage made her tingle with pleasure, the way she was dressing was so right for what she was now, a toy of her mistress.  155 took the long shiny black gloves and eased them on.  The only part of her now not covered in the lovely, snug, teasing rubber, was her face.  155 shook with pleasure as Lady Eleanor picked up the rubber mask.  She handed it to 155, who eagerly pulled it on, loving the smell of the rubber as it shaped to her face, ecstatic as her identity was erased and she truly became nothing but a sex toy.

“Excellent.”  Lady Eleanor said and stood aside so that 155 could see itself in the mirror.

155’s eyes ran over the glistening shapely form of the reflection of the toy it saw before it, loving the whole appearance, satisfied that it could serve its mistress so well.

“Follow.”

155 followed its mistress back into the shop.

“154, the two-ended vibrator.”  Lady Eleanor ordered simply as 155 stood waiting for its commands.

154 took a two-ended black rubber coated vibrator from the shelf and started both ends buzzing.  It lowered the zip over its pussy and inserted one end into it.  The other end of vibrator was buzzing ready.

“155 make yourself accessible.”

155 obeyed without thought and slid down the zip over its own pussy.

“154, fuck 155.”

154 stepped forward locking its arms around its fellow toy, forcing its tongue out from between rubber coated lips and thrusting the vibrator towards 155’s juicy sex.  As the buzzing dildo penetrated her and 154’s tongue probed deep into her mouth.  155’s mistress called “Freeze.”

155’s body locked in position, despite the sensation that was coursing through it.  The pleasure felt endless as hours passed with 155 entwined with 154 as just another erotic exhibit in Lady Eleanor’s shop.  Only once night had fallen, did their mistress order them to stand apart and 155 stepped back, its sex-ravaged body allowed release as it followed its mistress to the toys’ machine at the back of the shop.  155 was strapped in and nozzles attached.  In a further hour 155 was fed and flushed in position before it was allowed to return to the shop and into a slot, held in place, on display, sleeping until its mistress needed it again.

Lady Eleanor's Collection 7: Friends and Visitors

Chapter 7 - Friends and Visitors

Domina Millicent’s large people carrier swept up the drive in front of the large mansion.  Excitedly, Ana tugged against her leash so that she could look out through the heavily-tinted window to see the house.  She did not know what it was about this place that made her tingle.  She knew she had only come here once before, but she did remember that that had been for a great party.  Ysannis and herself had spent half the previous night curled up in their basket at the foot of Mistress’s bed whispering about what they might see at Lady Eleanor’s this time, until Mistress had commanded them to put their pierced tongues to better use each lapping one of her nipples until she faded into sleep.  Ana felt a tug on her leash and knew she was being disobedient, she held on for a moment more until she felt a slap of Mistress’s paddle lash against her bum and she let herself subside back to the floor of the car where she habitually travelled.

Beside Ana lay Ysannis and as they caught each other’s eyes they lent in to indulge in a deep kiss, their expertly trained tongues spiralling around in each other’s mouth, their tongue studs clicking in their own kind of music.  Ana felt she had loved Ysannis for ever, and she hated to be parted from her, but this love was nothing beside the all-embracing, burning love she felt for Mistress which cast any other feelings into the shade.  She could not think of her life before Mistress, and increasingly wondered if there had ever been any.  However, she dismissed such thoughts: they were not the concern of a pet like herself.  Daily Ana felt the urge to prove how obedient she could be to Mistress.

The large car had come to a halt and a few moments later Tilly opened the door.  Mistress’s chauffeuse was dressed in her pristine uniform of glistening black rubber.  As she crawled to the door and then slid out of the car, Ana’s eyes ran from Tilly’s pointed knee-length boots across the jodhpur-like trousers to the double-breasted jacket, its silver buttons as shiny as the rubber behind them.  The gloves and the peaked cap, both of the same light-catching black, completed her uniform.  Whilst Ana always admired Tilly, she was also sad for her, she did not get to serve Mistress as closely, and as she put her feet on to the gravel, she thought how neither did Tilly get to wear the delicious clothes that Ana and Ysannis did.  Ana focused on her boots.  They were patent, today a cobalt blue to match the rest of her outfit.  Ana remembered vaguely a short while ago when she had felt the real desire to wear ballet boots the way that Ysannis did.

Mistress had been so generous in obliging Ana, giving her a whole set, of differing lengths, and Ana had delighted to slide and padlock her feet into them, learning how to move graciously in them from Mistress’s patient directions.  This pair reached up past her ankle, and both boots were buckled tightly, with the small silver padlocks preventing her from removing them, not that she had any desire to.  Now Ana loved her feet pointing almost vertically down, her calves taut as a result, as she walked with small steps in this footwear which made her such as sleek pet for her Mistress.  Today, like Ysannis, though her outfit was silver, Ana’s steps were further constrained by the latex pencil skirt she wore, with the zip that ran from top to bottom, closed to its fullest extent by Mistress just an hour before.  She ran her hands across the shiny rubber, so taut between her thighs.  Feeling a little naughty, Ana tweaked her left nipple, prominent in the equally tight, short sleeved top she wore, also zipped closed and tight by Mistress.  It too was cobalt blue latex polished to a brilliant shine.  It hugged Ana’s toned body, and was scooped so that her lovely cleavage was on display, with her breasts as aroused as usual, straining against the rubber that just held them.

Now Ysannis was beside Ana, standing in her matching silver outfit.  Her hair was cut short just like Ana’s, styled at great expense with the hint of something sexy where it was slightly shaved up the back.  The two pets stood close together facing the house, feeling their Mistress’s movements partially transmitted through motion of their leashes.  Today Mistress held a single leash which then divided like a ‘y’ to run to each of her beloved pets’ collars.  Mistress stepped from the car.  For this trip her usual long leather boots had given way to shiny black shoes with thick platforms and wicked cone heels.  Above she wore a jet black latex cheongsam clinging tight to her, showing off every part of her shapely body.  She had let her hair grow longer than usual and today it was dyed a deep red and was held in place by crossed slender black chopsticks.

For an instant, as she sometimes did in her dreams, Ana had a sense that she had a different perception of this house.  As always when such thoughts came when she was awake, Ana touched her lovely collar and again knew that life with Mistress was the only truth.  Anything else was idle speculation and if it crept into her mind then she was neglecting her service of Mistress.  Reassured, focusing on Mistress, Ana stood patiently.  While her mind may occasionally wander she had no thought of doing anything until Mistress commanded, but within moments she and Ysannis were tottering on their ballet boots behind their owner, led by their leash, loving the caress of the rubber which held their naked bodies tight so provoking such arousal.

At the door, Ana recognised Layla, Lady Eleanor’s maid.  She wore her familiar rubber mini-dress but today it was a bronze shade with a crimson apron, and her boots were spectacularly zebra-striped in the same bronze and crimson.  Layla bowed her head as Domina Millicent approached then gracefully lowered herself to kiss the mistress’s shoe.  Deftly she rose to her feet, clearly practiced at welcoming owners to the house.

“Domina, my Mistress awaits you within.”  Layla said standing to one side and gesturing with her hand.

As she walked by her, Domina Millicent trailed her fingers over Layla’s breasts, so hard and erect that they looked as if they would soon burst from their luscious latex dress.  Ana followed Mistress through the grand hallway and into the room Ana remembered from the previous party.  Glancing around she recognised some of the slaves, particularly Celina who she was sure she had witnessed being given the pleasure of entering Lady Eleanor’s service.

Lady Eleanor rose from her black throne-like chair.  Ana’s curiosity was struck by it as it seemed to be moving slightly.  Whilst Lady Eleanor kissed and chatted with Mistress, Ana edged a little closer to get a better look.  As she did she realised that the chair was made of two women.  Both were clad from head to foot in skin-tight black rubber.  The base of the chair was a kneeling woman with her back arched and her arms resting on the floor, and her firm breasts acted as cushions.  Her face was entirely covered except for two small nostril holes and a hole for her mouth.  Yet her mouth was filled with a large black dildo which came out from the back of chair which was another woman dressed the same, though even her mouth was covered.  The chair slightly quivered as each woman breathed in and out and Ana wondered what pleasurable sensations that would give to Lady Eleanor as she sat there.  Ana knew without question that the slaves would be enjoying being so used.  Both the women wore collars from which hung small tags, the base simply had the number 155 and the back, 162.  Ana felt a shudder of excitement as she thought on what it would be like to have her identity so stripped away that she became a featureless sexual object known only by its number.

As Mistress walked over to the chair, Ana was compelled by her leash to follow.  Mistress stroked idly at the chair’s base, unzipping it at the crotch to expose the naked flesh beneath.  Released, a pool of juice dripped from the bare pussy and between the teeth of the open zip to the floor.  Mistress smiled approvingly and petted the firm breasts that formed the cushion and was rewarded by seeing the pulsing of the chair’s base increase as the breaths of the slave within turned to panting.

“Would you like such a chair Millicent?”  Lady Eleanor asked.

Domina Millicent simply turned and grinned broadly.

“I’ll have one sent from the store.”  Lady Eleanor said.  “They’re easy to transport and so adaptable.”

Mistress and Lady Eleanor talked amongst themselves but the conversation was of no concern to Ana.  Eventually she followed with Ysannis to lounge on silk cushions on the floor whilst Mistress sat in one of Lady Eleanor’s antique chairs.  Mistress lashed the leash to the chair arm, but even then could not leave it alone entirely, and her fingers’ flicking on it was transmitted periodically as a gentle tug on Ana’s collar, the item she was always most proud to wear and be reminded that she wore.  Ana gazed round the room vacantly, her pussy quivering as she wondered if she would get to play with the other pets there.  There were a three other mistresses, ones that Ana vaguely remembered from the last party, two with a single sleek female pet at their feet; the last, a large-breasted woman in chocolate brown rubber, had both a man and a woman dressed simply in loin clothes with their pierced nipples on show, kneeling either side of her chair.

Ana could hear Lady Eleanor saying something, but none of it really sunk in, she was enjoying being here at the foot of Mistress with her fellow pet beside her.  Ana was so pleased that Mistress had chosen her, dressed her in such lovely sexy clothes, made all decisions for her and kept Ana such a delicious erotic toy for her use.

Then Ana heard footsteps and the clinking of light chains.  She looked up to see the delightful Kat, Lady Eleanor’s feline guard, leading in two women, naked bar the red ball gags in their mouths and the chains that linked between their wrists and ankles and then ran as a leash into Kat’s latex-gloved hand.  The women struggled against Kat’s tugging but their bare feet could get not grip on the polished floor and they stumbled forward into the room.  Ana watched curiously, wondering why the women tried to fold themselves inwards to hide their lovely pussies and breasts.  Surely they should be proud that Lady Eleanor chose to show them off this way, proud that they belonged to her.  In Ana’s eyes it was a bit strange.  The two women slumped to the floor off to the side of Lady Eleanor.  She glanced at them briefly.  Seeing they had stopped struggling against the chains, she began to address her friends and their slaves.

“So it turned out that they are detectives, whether private or official, I’ve yet to find out.  One is an American seeking a US research student, Sara Brooke, the other, British, searching for a Jane Morris.  Their hunches brought them here, disguised as hikers looking for somewhere to stay in the area.  I was happy for them to stay and to stay more, though I was less happy when they suggested that Syra might be Sara, and being held here against her will.”

As Lady Eleanor finished her explanation, Syra stepped into the room, striding on the high sharp heels of her black latex thigh boots.  Ana looked up in admiration at Syra’s full body.  Her prominent breasts, her well rounded bum, her lush shiny pink lips, her long blonde hair, all reminded Ana of the women she saw in the numerous porn movies she loved watching at Mistress’s feet and Ysannis’s side.  Syra’s body wore clothes familiar in Lady Eleanor’s house, rising from the thigh boots was the skin-tight rubber catsuit that coated Syra’s sculpted body in mirror-like black and reached far up her neck where the collar, that showed she was her mistress’s possession, sat.  Syra glanced for a moment around the room pursing her full lips before strutting to her proper place before her mistress and lowering herself to kneel, with her firm bum resting so delightfully just beyond the start of her slender six-inch heels.  She bowed her blonde head before her mistress before briefly stretching down to kiss the tip of her owner’s boot.

Lady Eleanor stroked Syra’s long blonde hair and tweaked at her so firm nipples prominent in the black shiny rubber that embraced them.  “Syra?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I want to ask you some questions.”

“Of course, Mistress.”  Syra replied looking up at her owner with adoring eyes.

“What is your name?”

“Syra, Mistress.”

“Is that your only name?”

“Yes, Mistress.  i have one name, my collar name, Syra.”

“Do you know who Sara Brooke is?”

“No Mistress.”

“Have you ever heard of a woman called Sara Brooke?”

“No Mistress.”

“Do you like living in this house Syra?”

“Of course, Mistress, i wouldn’t want to go anywhere else.  i love being by you, Mistress.”

Ana could see the two naked women were listening intently and she guessed that these questions were for their benefit so they could see what lovely obedient pets they could become.  Ana was sure they were keen to become as sexy as Syra.  They would be so lucky to have Lady Eleanor as their owner.

“Syra, you are such a lovely pet.  Perform for me and my guests.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Ana’s attention focused on Syra as she rose and stepped away from her mistress.  She turned and stood still, then slowly she began swaying, gently rocking her full bum and slender waist back and forth.  As she did Ana watched the light glint from the highly polished black gloss which clung so tightly to her firm body.  Then she began to stroke her hands up her sides as if discovering that she was wearing rubber for the first time; her tongue licking her lips as she savoured the delicious sensation of this second skin.

Then her hands went to her large breasts, cupping them and then turning to Lady Eleanor as if presenting them to her mistress, knowing that it was Lady Eleanor that granted them to her and continued to own them.  Syra’s tongue flicked sexily over her lips, back and forth as if she were teasing her mistress’s pussy.  Syra’s hands, that ended in such long black nails, stroked up from her nipped-in waist then slowly around the base of her breasts, but pulled back before they reached her nipples which seemed impossibly large and to be about to burst through the tight latex that held them.  Slowly, Syra ran her hands along the side of her breasts, leaning forward wiggling her full bum which tapered in the shine down to her firm thighs and shapely legs, their calves made taut by the high sharp heels of her boots.  Finally Syra gave in and her fingers gripped her nipples, twisting and teasing them.  Syra gasped at the pleasure and her breathing became shorter, more excited.

Watching, Ana felt her pussy running juicy.  This was a common occurrence when serving Mistress but it was pleasurable to feel the body-warm liquid trickling between her legs, then dripping to make a small puddle, with nothing to stop it.  Ana knew Mistress liked her to smell rich and aroused.  Ana’s own nipples were pressing against the cobalt blue rubber which held them so tightly, but Ana had not been given permission to play with herself, so she sat, excitedly, feeling as if it was herself dancing before the audience, playing with her latex-covered body.

Syra now had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, breathing heavily as she stroked one hand between her slippery crotch and another battered her rock hard nipples.  She hesitated for a moment to undo the zip over her pussy and then her fingers probed in.  She turned so the audience could see how engorged her lips were, how excited her clit had become.

“My pets.”  Domina Millicent said quietly to the two slaves at her feet and they snapped to attention.  “Enjoy the scene, pleasure yourselves.”

Ana gasped, delighting at Mistress’s command.  She looked up lovingly at Mistress and simpered as her head was stroked.  Then she turned to the zips of her top and skirt, making them fully open so her chest, midriff and thighs were naked.  Hungrily she stroked at her sodden pussy and tweaked her released nipples and so was soon lost in the pleasure of her own.

Syra was now crouching, lowering herself closer to the floor as her probing fingers sought to bring her to orgasm for her mistress’s pleasure.  In moments she was kneeling, her head thrown back.  She pulled down the zip of her catsuit to release her breasts that sprang free of the rubber, large and hard, their augmentation keeping the skin as tight and as shiny as the glossy rubber that usually covered them.  Syra was soon into a rhythmic pattern, her mistress clapping each thrust, as Syra’s hand disappeared into her pussy like a never tiring cock, but with its fingers seeking out all the ecstasy-provoking places within her.  Syra was no longer like a human; her voice was just a howling moan of pleasure that could have wetted the pussy lips of any woman that heard it.

“Syra?”  Lady Eleanor spoke, though her voice was barely audible over the sounds of Syra and the audience accompanying her.

“Syra?”  Lady Eleanor repeated.

“Yes Mistress.”  Syra replied groggily.

Despite her obedience, Syra’s body was eager to concentrate on bringing her to climax.

“Syra?”

“Yes Mistress.”  Syra’s motion slowed and she opened her eyes to gaze at her mistress.

With the slowing of the pace, Ana too calmed and could see the devotion in Syra’s eyes as she looked on the woman she knew had granted her this body, which allowed her this pleasure, who gave her life its whole meaning.

“Sara.  You are free to leave this house now.”

“Sara?”  Syra asked curiously.

“Sorry, Syra.”

“Mistress, please, i have no desire…”  Syra’s words dissolved into a moan as she returned to the plateau of pleasure.  “i want to stay here and serve you Mistress.  Please, please, i beg, please use me as your sex toy; use my lovely body to pleasure you.”

Lady Eleanor looked over markedly at the two chained women, then turned back and smiled at her slave.  Syra had again lost the ability to speak as the sluttish sounds she made reflected her love of how sleek, shiny and obedient her body was.

“Of course, Syra.  Cum!”

Syra jerked back as if shot.  Her body rocked with the pleasure running through it, her skin slick with sweat and sexual juice.  No words came from her mouth, just the grunts and moans of what she was, nothing more than a shiny, human sex toy.

“Cum.”  Lady Eleanor repeated.  “Cum, cum.”

Each time she said the word, Syra was convulsed with sensations, but then Ana saw no more as a bright light blinded her vision and she felt ecstasy run through her.  She hesitated, feeling guilty that she should feel such pleasure without Mistress’s order, but then she felt Mistress’s warm lips by her ear repeating Lady Eleanor’s command and the sensation took her.  Ana was thrilled as she squirmed in her rubber at Mistress’s feet, so obviously such a good sexual slave, pleased that all the Owners and owned around the room could see her.

As Ana’s senses returned to her control she saw the exhausted Syra clamber to her knees and crawl to Lady Eleanor.  Today she wore tight leather trousers and matching buttoned boots that stretched over the knee.  Her breasts were just contained by a lovely latex corset, with its laces and details picked out in purple.  Syra soon nuzzled her head between her mistress’s thighs and in moments was lapping at her mistress, expertly bringing her to climax.

Seeing this, Ana turned and gently butted her head against Mistress’s thigh so offering the same service that Syra was giving Lady Eleanor.  Mistress hitched up her cheongsam’s skirt showing she wanted to feel Ana’s tongue.  Then she dipped and whispered something to Ysannis before passing her a rubber two-ended dildo.  Ana leant forward, her weight on her hands and knees as she began running her tongue around Mistress’s pussy lips and occasionally bobbing her tongue stud against Mistress’s clit.  Gradually the pace picked up and she heard the change in Mistress’s breathing which she knew indicated she was doing well.

Then, as she had hoped, Ana felt Ysannis lift up her skirt and gently the dildo probed between Ana’s legs before slipping so easily into her soaked pussy.  The thrusts of her fellow pet drove Ana’s treatment of Mistress and soon all three women we grunting with pleasure as if it was transmitted from Ysannis through Ana to their mistress.  Ana climaxed first, but despite the pleasure, her devotion to duty meant she kept tonguing Mistress even as she felt another orgasm being roused within her.  Mistress followed soon after and the two women’s grunts of pleasure triggered Ysannis so she toppled back, quivering with the dildo still protruding from her own pussy.

Things fell quiet and Layla appeared with glasses of iced water for the Owners and then came back with steel bowls for their pets.  Ana zipped up her skirt and top fully, squeezing her hot aroused body back into its rubber restraint.  Then she dipped down like the good pet she was and drank deeply from the bowl, throwing glances over at her lovely fellow pet, Ysannis.

Once Owners and owned were refreshed.  Lady Eleanor clapped her hands to attract attention and all focused on their hostess.

“Now, the main business for this afternoon is to induct my new foundlings into my home here.  If I can request the loan of Domina Millicent’s lovely pet, Ana.”

At the sound of her name, Ana came to attention and looked up eagerly.  Mistress pushed her gently with her hand and Ana clambered to her feet.  She glanced back at Mistress for confirmation, but she smiled and nodded for Ana to go forward.  Syra was standing by her mistress, now all sealed back into her figure-hugging latex.

“Lady Eleanor.”  Ana said demurely.

Ana remembered what Mistress has told her about communicating with other mistresses and she kept her eyes gazing down at Lady Eleanor’s boots.

“Come here, put out your right hand Ana.”

Ana obeyed and Lady Eleanor put a leather collar into her hand then did the same for Syra.  Ana looked at the collar she held, it was lovely, black leather with gems set into it.  Ana could feel the power in this collar.  She knew that collars were important and to wear one was to show that you were properly a slave, truly owned.  She ran her fingers around her own collar and felt a tingle of excitement as it reminded her what she was and that Mistress loved her.  She shot a glance across at the two chained women and guessed that this leather collar was for one of them and she felt both pleased and excited for them, knowing that soon they would be as erotic and as deliciously servile as she and Ysannis were.

“They’re lovely collars aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Syra agreed.  Ana nodded her concurrence.

“Don’t you think those two nice women would like to wear them, so they can become pets like you two?”

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.”  Ana replied.

“Well, Ana you put that one on the woman on the left, the British one, and Syra, you do the same for the one on the right, the American.  Then they can start becoming the lovely little bitches they’re so eager to be.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Syra said.

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.”  Ana added, feeling pleased to have been selected to help these women become so sexy.  She looked forward to seeing the two bitches scampering around toying with each other’s lovely bodies.

Ana walked over to the woman Lady Eleanor had directed her to.  The name on the collar said ‘Petra’ and that was what Ana thought of her as.  For a few moments, Ana admired the woman’s toned body.  Her hair was an auburn shade cut just short of her collar.  She looked up at Ana, with rich brown eyes, at first seeming curious at what was happening.  Then as Ana stepped forward and bent so she could lock the collar around the woman’s neck, the soon-to-be-bitch, pulled back against her chains, but with Kat holding them firmly, she could not get far.

Ana was surprised that the woman was not eager for the collar, but she guessed she felt herself unworthy to become the possession of a mistress as fine as Lady Eleanor.  With the woman pressed back against the shiny boots of Kat, Ana took a further step and reached to close the collar around the woman’s neck.  Ana clicked the collar shut and it sealed tightly around the bitch’s throat.  Ana glanced back to Lady Eleanor who smiled and nodded approval.  With an air of finality she typed something into her palmtop.  Ana looked at Petra.  She certainly seemed to have calmed now and was soon moving so that she rested on her hands and knees.  Then Ana looked across at the other chained woman.  Syra had similarly locked the collar on to the neck of this blonde-haired woman.  Ana, saw that this was Tanya.  Like Petra, Tanya had now ceased struggling and was adopting a position that to Ana seemed more appropriate for a bitch.

“Kat, please remove the gags.”

Ana turned, a little startled as she now heard Lady Eleanor’s voice right behind her.  She turned to see the mistress had walked over to get a better look at her new pets.  Kat bent down and quickly removed the gags.  Then Petra seemed to be trying to speak, but all that came out was a whimper.  In moments she was barking excitedly.  Lady Eleanor slapped her bum with the end of a crop she was carrying and the new bitch cowered against the other looking up in confusion and alarm.

“The change seems to be taking well, the vocal modification is great.”  Lady Eleanor said, Ana imagined, in part to herself, partly to the other Owners there.

Lady Eleanor smiled at the two women who whimpered on the floor.  She then nodded to Kat who released them from their chains, but they made no attempts to stand or to escape.  Ana noticed, that now neither did they try to conceal their lovely naked bodies, but seemed to be properly waiting to be commanded by their mistress.  Ana was pleased that they had both been able to experience the pleasure of becoming a true slave.

“Ana, Syra, thank you.”

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.”  Ana replied, aware that she had been released.

She strutted back to Mistress, her steps made so sexy by the glistening boots and skirt she wore.

Lady Eleanor returned to her chair of slaves and reclined, swishing the shiny crop between her hands.  “My two delightful bitches, Petra and Tanya.”

As Lady Eleanor said these words, Ana could see another change come over the two women.  They seemed to become relaxed and she noticed that slowly the lips of their pussies became engorged and their breasts became more and more aroused.

“Come to me Petra.”  Lady Eleanor commanded.

The nearest bitch came over on all fours and nuzzled against her mistress’s foot.  She looked up at the woman who now owned her, eager to please.

“Whilst bitches are usually naked, you know my love for shiny pets so I have created these lovely outfits.  Cherise, Celina, the bitches’ outfits please.”

The two slaves stepped forward with black rubber outfits that Ana could see immediately differed from the usual catsuits and owed something to the way Kat was dressed.  Petra looked up eagerly and moved as she was directed by her mistress as Celina began guiding her into the rubber.  First her head was moved into the mask, with its rubber snout and pricked up ears, and only her eyes showing out through their holes and her tongue emerging from the mask.  Then her arms were slid into the suit, which zipped up the back, and soon they were coated in black rubber and her hands ending in robust paw-like gloves.  Then lying on her front, her legs were guided into the suit’s legs which ended in matching paws and were made of toughened because she would mainly be spending her time on all fours.  Celina pushed the butt plug tail in and then began zipping the suit closed sealing Petra into her new life as a bitch, unable to stand, only able to obey.  Properly dressed Petra crawled back to her fellow bitch sniffing her curiously.  Tanya whimpered and knelt up into begging position.

“Come here, my darling Tanya.”  Lady Eleanor ordered and the bitch scrabbled eagerly across the floor to her mistress.  “How could you think I could forget you?”  The bitch lapped eagerly at his mistress’s boot in pleasure.

Cherise stepped forward with the second outfit.  In moments Tanya was being eased into the last stage of her transformation, panting excitedly as her body was coated in the shiny latex.  Ana watched in delight as she realised that, like Kat, the new bitches had been blessed with tails that their minds could move.  Tanya hurried back to her fellow bitch and both excitedly shook their new tails, clearly enjoying the sensation that Ana guessed was communicated back into their butts.  Soon they were tumbling across the floor, their tongues lapping at their clits and pussy lips, exposed through slits in the skin-tight rubber.  The audience watched, delighting in the sport until weary with the excitement the two bitches flagged into a heap of shiny black bodies.

“Petra, Tanya, heel!”  Lady Eleanor called.

The two bitches got up and hurried over the floor to their mistress who stroked their shiny ears and tickled their chins.  Then the two of them took up their positions flanking Lady Eleanor, attentive and ready to leap to the defence of their mistress.

“Before we adjourn for luncheon, I have to reward my delightful Kat for all her hard work with the bitches.”  Lady Eleanor said aloud to those seated around.

Kat stepped forward.  Ana admired her sleek, feline body coated in such beautiful clinging latex, her muscles, rippling sensuously beneath the gloss that covered her and her shiny black tail, sweeping back and forth behind her.  As Kat approached her mistress she lowered herself to the floor and crawled.  She bowed down to kiss Lady Eleanor’s boot, showing how grateful she was in being able to serve her mistress.  Lady Eleanor lowered the zip that was all that covered her own naked, shaven pussy.  The light caught the diamond which rode on Lady Eleanor’s clit hood.  It was clear from the juices dripping from her lips how much the transformations excited her.  Kat needed no commands to know what to do and slid between her mistress’s booted legs to drink of the nectar she found there and to use her strong, probing tongue to elicit more.

Lady Eleanor was already sliding into pleasure, but rested her hand on Kat’s latex coated head.  “This is for you too, Kat, my delightful Kat.”  Lady Eleanor said breathlessly.  “Petra pleasure Kat’s clit, Tanya, lick her breasts until they are beyond rock hard.

Kat sat back on her heels for a moment and unzipped her catsuit and soon Petra and Tanya were beneath her.  Whilst she returned to lapping her mistress to orgasm, the two new bitches began stoking her body up into a matching sensation.

Ana’s vision drifted, her whole body felt taut with the sexual excitement, with the rich aroma of female arousal that was thick in the room.  Her pussy was again sodden and when she felt Ysannis’s lovely fingers brush delicately over her aroused, rubber-sheathed nipple she dissolved into orgasm.  She no longer had any understanding of the room around her, filled as it was with the grunts and moans; the sights and smells of a pack of sexual animals at play.  Shuddering in pleasure Ana blindly sought out Ysannis’s breasts, nibbling at them through the slippery rubber, the taste of which she knew she loved so much.

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Ana’s vision cleared and she found she was slumped on the floor.  With a moment of panic she looked up, but was reassured to see Mistress there, her fingers holding Ana’s and Ysannis’s leash as she spoke with one of the other Owners.  Ana glanced over at Lady Eleanor’s chair, but she found their hostess, her slaves and pets, had all gone.

A gong sounded and Layla strutted into the room.  “Luncheon is served.”  Layla called.

Mistress stood and Ana and Ysannis rose to their feet, raised and arched by their shiny ballet boots.  They waited until Mistress walked on, leading them both by the ‘y’ leash into the large dining room.  Ana lowered herself to the cushions on the floor reserved for slaves and she delighted in studying the footwear of the Owners around the table, from Lady Eleanor’s buttoned-up leather boots at one end, to Mistress’s shiny stripper sandals with their wicked platform soles at the other.  The meal seemed to rush by.  Ana passed it by kissing and stroking Ysannis, seeing how long each could keep the other on the edge of orgasm and then stifling the sounds when one pushed the other over into ecstasy.  Mistress occasionally tossed a slice of meat or some fruit down to her pets to snaffle from the floor.  With dinner over, Ana and Ysannis were led to a bright white room, with numerous silk cushions scattered across the floor.  Being such a good Owner, Mistress knew they were tired and left them to sleep before the journey home.

Ana dozed, it had been a long, but pleasurable day, and all too quickly it was at an end.  She and Ysannis were soon back in the entrance hall with Mistress and Lady Eleanor kissing farewell.  Lady Eleanor did not forget a quick nipple tweak and pressure on the clits of Mistress’s two slaves to praise them for being such perfect pets.  As Ana was led down the steps of Lady Eleanor’s house, out to the large vehicle where Tilly stood ready, she looked forward to returning, certain now why Lady Eleanor’s place always excited her whenever she thought about it.