Chapter One

 

Nicole took a deep breath to steady herself. Her heart was pounding, and already she could feel the blood rushing to her face as she looked furtively around. Then her fingers closed around the knob and she turned it, pushing the door open.

It was a small office done in blue. The wall was a cheerful pastel, the carpet deep royal blue. There were three straight-backed, fabric covered blue chairs against the right wall, a low, antique table against the left. Facing the door was a blank wall with a small, tinted glass window.

She closed the door behind her, noting with some embarrassment the other occupant of the small room. She sat in the leftmost of the chairs, her coat pulled tightly around her, a lovely woman with thick, curly brown hair. After exchanging the briefest of looks with Nicole, she dropped her eyes to her lap, her face going a little pink.

Nicole blushed slightly, took a deep breath, then went to the window, frowning anxiously.

"Name?" she heard.

"Nicole Smithson," she said.

"Please take a seat."

She inhaled deeply, then let it out slowly as she turned to sit, skipping a chair, sitting on the rightmost one. Neither she nor the other woman looked at each other.

Mad, she thought. I'm bloody mad to be here. I'm out of my mind, stark raving - .

She caught the other woman looking at her and frowned. The woman blushed and lowered her eyes.

Applying same as me, she thought doubtfully.

The woman appeared so different from her. Nicole was just nineteen, from East London. She was smart, but hadn't a prayer of going on to university because of her lack of money. This woman, however, was much older, and appeared quite posh and respectable.

She was petite, with a small, slim face and quite pretty blue eyes. Her chestnut hair was thick and long, spilling in loose ringlets over her shoulders. Very pretty, Nicole thought appreciatively. And it was impossible, given the circumstances, not to consider the woman in sexual terms.

"What're you here for then?" she asked.

The woman blushed even deeper, appearing to swallow several times before shrugging uncomfortably.

She certainly didn't appear to be the kind of strong-minded woman Nicole had been told they were looking for. She seemed mousy and embarrassed. She was undeniably pretty, but Nicole found it hard to believe this creature could ever be a dominant.

"What's your name then?" she demanded.

The woman raised her eyes briefly. "Leah," she said in a near whisper.

"Leah. What you doing here then?"

Again the woman shrugged.

"How you dressed under that getup?"

Leah wore a long coat buttoned to the neck, much like Nicole did. And Nicole was wondering if it was buttoned for the same reason.

"Leah Foster?"

"Yes!"

The other woman looked up, startled and wary as the voice spoke up over the intercom.

"Stand."

The woman rose slowly, though hardly very far. She was even shorter than Nicole had thought. Her jaw was clenched with tension and her eyes flitted about like those of a frightened deer.

"Remove your coat, please."

The woman inhaled sharply, and Nicole felt the tension in her own belly deepen like a tightening knot.

"I...that is...I was wondering if I could speak..."

"Now. Or leave," the voice said coldly.

Leah blinked, half turned towards Nicole, then raised her small white hands. Nicole felt faint embarrassment rising as she saw the woman unbuttoning the coat, then blinked her eyes as the coat dropped to the floor.

The woman was lovely indeed: More than lovely. Her sweet, beautiful face was matched with a surprisingly voluptuous body. And that body was well-exposed in the lacy white G-string, the too-tight, too-small lacy white bra, the long white stockings and garter, and the white shoes with six inch heels.

She also wore a pair of elbow length white lace gloves, and had a white ribbon tied around her slender throat.

"Walk back and forth. Let me see you move," the hidden voice - female, but hard - ordered.

Leah took a deep breath, then obeyed, walking slowly from wall to wall, ignoring Nicole save to turn her red face away from her.

What a body, Nicole thought. She had flawless porcelain skin, an incredibly tiny waist and a tight, firm backside. Her legs were luscious, as well. She was possibly as much as ten years older, yet her body seemed as firm as Nicole's own.

"Remove your shoes and underthings."

The woman blushed more deeply, looking anxiously at Nicole, then at the door, then began to comply. Her hands trembled and shook as she slowly removed her stockings and gloves, then her shoes and the rest of her lingerie. She stood straight, legs tightly together, trying to shield her nudity from Nicole's eyes.

"Stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your head. Arch your back."

The woman started to turn but the voice forbade it, and she slowly complied, posing as Nicole watched with interest.

"Nicole."

She felt a rush of alarm.

"Yes?" she gulped.

"Stand."

She frowned, then stood up, her mind still racing back and forth between leaving and going through with it.

"Remove your coat."

She hesitated a moment, then shrugged and opened her coat, slipping it back over her shoulders and tossing it on her chair.

She was dressed much as Leah was, save she was in black leather, as she'd been instructed. She wore thigh length leather boots in black, leather kid gloves which reached almost to her shoulders, a leather G-string and bustier. Around her throat was a studded black collar.

She stood up straight, staring defiantly at the window. She had confidence in her looks, after all. She was a tall, statuesque young woman, with long dark hair.

"Excellent," the voice said. "What do you think of Leah?"

"Nice lookin' tart," she said.

Leah blinked her eyes but did not move from her position.

"Do you believe you could control her?"

Nicole snorted. "Yeah, not much trouble there I reckon."

"Put her through her paces then."

"What do you want me to have her do?"

"Whatever seems amusing to you."

She looked at the woman, then walked over to stand in front of her. Her breasts were remarkably firm, yet she felt certain they were real and not enhanced. She reached out, running her hands over one, fingering a swollen pink nipple.

"Please," Leah gasped.

"You have a problem?" Nicole demanded.

"I-I...that is...I'm not used to having....women touch me."

"Tough."

"You must be obedient, Leah, or you have no place with us," the hidden voice said.

Nicole gave one of the woman's nipples a pinch that made her wince, then tugged at it, pulling it out and twisting it as the woman trembled.

"Haven't ever gone down on a woman, have you?" Nicole demanded with a sly grin.

She stood beside the woman, looking down, letting her right hand ease down the soft, trembling body to cup her mound and rub casually back and forth. "You only like men with big old cocks to tell you what to do, little baby?" she demanded.

She ran a finger along the woman's tightly closed pussy, then stepped back.

"Kneel," she snapped.

Almost at once the woman obeyed, showing she had at least some experience as a submissive.

"On all fours," Nicole barked.

Again Leah obeyed, kneeling there before her as Nicole slowly circled her. "Look like a bitch in heat," she said with a sneer. "Spread your legs more, slut, and raise your backside."

She moved to the opposite wall, then turned. "Lay on your belly, slave," she commanded.

Leah groaned as she obeyed, letting her large, soft breasts pillow beneath her against the floor.

"Now I want you to crawl to me on your belly," Nicole ordered. "Move!"

Leah hesitated, then slowly began to wriggle forward. She winced as her tender breasts were rubbed against the harsh, industrial carpeting, gasping and panting for breath as her body writhed across the floor until her face was inches from Nicole's pointed toe.

"Now clean my boot, slave. Let me see your pretty pink tongue at work."

Leah took a deep breath, then seemed to shudder before her lips moved forward. Her tongue flitted out slowly, licking across the gleaming leather surface.

Nicole let her lap and lick for a minute before bending and seizing a handful of her curly hair, pulling her slowly up to her knees in front of her.

"This is going to be your next job, slave girl," Nicole said, thrusting out her pelvis.

"No!" Leah gasped, turning her face away.

"Don't want to lick a woman?" Nicole laughed in excitement. "Too bad, honey. Slaves don't get to choose."

"But they do get to be punished," the hidden voice said. "I think this slave needs to be punished. Slap Leah in the face."

Leah gasped, but then bit her lip as Nicole pulled her to her feet. Nicole stared at her, finding this "interview" deliciously entertaining.

She raised her hand, giving Leah the opportunity to back away, but the woman held her place, steadying herself, arms at her sides.

She swung her open hand down and across, slapping her across the left cheek hard enough to make her cry out.

Leah held her position, blinking rapidly as her skin began to redden.

"Again. harder."

Feeling a hot little thrill sweep through her Nicole swung her hand again, slapping harder still, enough to make the woman take a half step back and give a choked sob of pain.

"The other side of her face."

She slapped with her other hand, watching the woman's blue eyes widen, then close as she let out another little sob.

By the sound of her voice earlier she was an upper class woman. Doubtless, Nicole thought, she was here to satisfy her lewd, forbidden lusts, the little tramp.

She slapped her face again, rocking her back, enjoying the older woman's discomfort.

"Take her to that table at the far wall and position her for punishment," The voice said. "You'll find equipment in the drawers."

Nicole obeyed, guiding the woman there, then shoving her over forcefully, pausing to admire her lovely behind before opening one of the drawers. Inside, she found a long, thin riding crop. She smiled excitedly and pulled it free, swinging it through the air to hear the soft, hissing sound.

Leah whimpered slightly, but reached forward to grip the far end of the table as Nicole stood back.

Lovely, lovely little arse, she thought.

The crop swung down and Leah cried out as it hit her backside.

"Shut her up," the voice called.

Hesitating, Nicole opened the other drawer and found a number of restraints and gags. She took out a ball gag, then gripped Leah's hair to force her head back and mouth open before wedging it slowly and firmly inside and strapping it behind her head. She hadn't been told to bind the woman, so ignored the rest of the gear inside, stepping back and examining the woman's formerly flawless behind, and the light red line running across those soft cheeks.

She raised the crap then swung again, watching the dark line of pain rise across that white canvas. Another blow followed, and another, and then another, each one leaving its lovely mark across Leah's pale flesh as the woman sobbed and moaned and jerked, her knuckles white as she gripped the opposite end of the table.

"Are you enjoying this, Nicole?"

"Yes!" she gulped, feeling the heat in her loins.