Weekend with Anya

story continues from part one

Part Two

Chapter 3: Yes, Mistress

The sun was going down as Anya led me down into the basement. "I think you need a big hug," she said, leading me into a room I hadn't seen before.  Anya went over to a cabinet, took a small vibrator out of a drawer and slipped it into my still wet pussy.

"It's radio-controlled," she said, smiling. 

The bed appeared to have rubber sheets on it that were wrapped around a frame.  Anya untied my arms and told me to get in.  This was the first time I had been completely unshackled since it all began but we both knew that I would not try to escape. I climbed in between the rubber sheets and laid down.  The top sheet had a mouthpiece going through it and Anya helped me fit it into my mouth.  Then she told me to put my arms palm down at my sides with my fingers splayed.  Anya pushed earplugs in my ears so that I couldn't hear a thing.  She pulled the top sheet over me and attached it at the top of the bed.  I found I could breathe quite easily through the mouthpiece and I could see dimly through the rubber sheet. 

Through the earplugs, I could just hear a distant whirring and slowly the top sheet tightened around me as the air was sucked out.  The rubber tightened up around me until I couldn't move at all.  I couldn't even open my eyes.  The feeling was incredible. This was even tighter than the previous night's bondage. I tried to wriggle but aside from jerking my body up and down a little I could do nothing. The feeling of compression was amazing! 

Every nerve was tingling and I grew hotter and hotter with excitement.  Then I felt something brush lightly across my breasts.  It was like an electric shock.  A few seconds later, I felt the same on my thigh.  Every few seconds, I would feel a touch somewhere different.  Each one drove me to new heights.  I was constantly waiting for the next touch, yearning for it.  My pussy was on fire.  I writhed and wriggled but to no avail. 

Suddenly, the vibrator came to life.  Immediately, I orgasmed.  All of a sudden, there just wasn't enough air coming through the tube to handle my gasping.  I was screaming in ecstasy.  Anya kept on touching me in different places and I went on and on coming, shuddering as the waves passed through me.  At each touch I rose higher, thinking I couldn't take any more but yearning for the next one. Far too soon, the dildo went dead and I felt the pressure easing in my cocoon.  Anya opened the top of the bag and looked down at me.  I couldn't speak - my breath came in huge gasps.  I had never imagined I could have such an experience. 

When my breathing had calmed down, Anya helped me out of the bag. 

"Did you enjoy that, slave?" she asked. 

"Oh yes, mistress," I gasped. 

"Well I think you need something to calm you down now.  I've rewarded you for enhancing my reputation but I don't want you getting ideas above your station.  I think I need to remind you that you're a slave." 

Anya's words filled my with a joy I could not have imagined.  I had never realized how much I wanted her to control me.  I sat submissively on the side of the bed and let her undress me, a little sad to be losing my "angel" costume but excited about what might be coming.  When I was totally naked, Anya brought over a bowl of hot water and gave me a sponge bath.  The sponge was scratchy and she was not gentle.  Then she towelled me off roughly with a scratchy towel. By the time she had finished, my skin was red all over and tingling.

Anya picked up a tangle of red rubber straps that I soon realized was a chastity belt with two large plugs.  She coated the plugs with jelly and made me spread my legs while she slipped them inside, pulling the straps up tight and cinching them behind my back.  I had seen the two small wires dangling from the belt and assumed it too was radio controlled. Anya then fitted me into a bright red latex-covered boned corset and laced it up as tightly as she could.  My waist felt like it was 15" and my breasts were forced up over the top.  She kept pulling and pulling on the laces until I could hardly breathe. 

"Make two fists with your thumbs inside, slave," she said. 

As I did so, Anya slipped two balloon-like red latex bags over my hands.  They fit really tightly so that I couldn't move my fingers at all. 

"Now kneel before me, slave," she ordered. 

I got down on the carpet and knelt, putting my ass on my heels.  Anya took a long silk rope and wound it round and round my left leg, tying my shin tightly to my thigh.  She did the same to the other leg, bringing the end of the rope up my back and then tying it off with a couple of turns around my waist.  With a second rope, she tied my wrists to my upper arms, leaving my helpless hands sticking out the top.  Then she slipped a large ball-gag into my mouth, forcing my jaws apart.  This she buckled behind my head and I heard the snick of a padlock closing. 

"Upstairs, slave," she barked, "as quick as you can," and left the room. 

At first I didn't know how to respond, but then I leaned forward, falling onto my elbows.  With difficulty, I levered myself up on my knees and started working my way to the door on my knees and elbows.  Just as I had started to move, the two vibrators started to work, causing me to lose my balance and fall over.  I started to get wet again as I thought about my helplessness.

Slowly, I worked my way back into an all-fours position and edged my way to the doorway.  Every move pressed me against the vibrators, increasing their potency and sending shivers through my over-excited body.  When I finally got through the door, I came face-to-face with the stairs.  I didn't know how I would ever get up them but I had to obey my mistress. It took me a couple of steps to get the hang of climbing when trussed but I finally got into a sort of rhythm.  Then half-way up, I came again, the pressure flooding through me.  I had to stop and catch my breath which was difficult with such a tight corset and a mouth full of ball-gag, but eventually I calmed down enough to continue my ascent. 

At last I reached the top where the insistent throbbing and the relief of having made it brought me to climax again.  Again I had to rest and catch my breath before I could head towards the sound of music coming from the front room. I made my way into the room where I saw Anya sitting in a big armchair by the fire, sipping a glass of wine.  She was dressed in a gleaming black latex catsuit with built-in corset and full gloves and boots. She looked fantastic.  It made me feel totally insignificant as I knelt there before her, drooling around my gag. 

"About time, slave," she said.  "I thought you were never going to come and entertain my guests." 

It was then that I realized that there were two more people in the room.  Sitting on the chair beside me was a woman completely encased in deep blue latex.  The only openings were two small eye holes.  Several ball pumps were attached and I could see that they had all been inflated.  The breasts of the suit were much larger than her breasts could have been and her cheeks bulged over a big balloon gag.  Her wrists were strapped to her knees with fur-lined leather cuffs that matched her suit and her ankles were chained together.  Small tubes with valves hung down from her nostrils and she seemed to be having trouble breathing.  A tight collar held her head firmly and the small eye holes prevented her from seeing anything that was not directly in front of her. 

On the other chair by the fire sat a tall woman dressed completely in shiny gold latex.  A tight mini-skirt revealed the tops of sparkling stockings over thigh-length gold boots.  She wore full-length gloves, a tightly laced gold corset under a gold bra and a beautiful gold choker.  Her long blond hair was tied in a pony-tail from the top of her head and it fell luxuriously over her shoulder. 

"Mara, this is my new slave.  What do you think?" Anya asked. 

"Very attractive," the gold woman replied.  "What do you have planned for it this evening?" 

Anya sipped her wine thoughtfully.  "I thought perhaps that we would have our slaves make love for us.  Would you like that?" 

Mara let out a quiet laugh and replied "Oh, yes.  That would be fun." 

They continued to talk about us for a while, referring to us both as "it."  I felt totally worthless and de-humanized but I couldn't help but think what the girl in the blue latex might be like.  I was getting hot thinking about playing with her latex-clad body and the vibrators kept my pussy and ass excited.  I had a feeling that we wouldn't be naked in bed for this love-making.  Neither mistress seemed interested in just watching two women enjoying themselves.  In the meantime, all I could do was stay crouched on my knees and elbows, drooling through my gag.  The ropes were getting very tight and I was cramping up.  My corset really restrained my breathing.  I was more than ready for something different. 

When both mistresses had finished their wine, Anya got up and untied my arms and legs and told me to stand up.  My pain was much worse as I slowly worked my sore muscles.  My hands were still in their bags so it was difficult to rub my aches away.  Anya placed a silk blindfold over my eyes and plunged me into darkness again.  Then she took me by the hand and led me off to another room. I felt her fit a collar around my neck, a belt around my waist and cuffs around my wrists and ankles.  She removed the chastity belt and slipped out the vibrators.  Again, although my orifices were both sore I felt an emptyness as they came out.  Then she removed my gag.  My jaw felt as though it was broken as I tried to work out the stiffness. 

"Slave Anna is six feet in front of you," Anya whispered in my ear. "She is as hot for you as you are for her.  Make your mistress proud of you.  You are tethered to the wall behind you with elastic rope, as is Slave Anna.  She too is blindfolded and her hands are bound like yours.  You are to go to Slave Anna and make her come, just as she is to make you come.  There is a line on the floor two feet in front of you.  Every time you step back across the line you will be whipped. You will not be freed until both of you have come three times.  And don't try to fake it.  Believe me, we can tell the difference."

"Now, go." 

I started to step forward and immediately felt the tug on all my bondage.  If I leaned forward, my feet were pulled back.  If I pushed with my feet, I started to fall backwards.  I felt the first lash across my ass as my feet went back to steady me.  I let out a gasp at the pain.  I had never felt so helpless.  As hard as I tried, I didn't seem to be making any progress.  Then I found that if I held my arms out to the side and back a little, I could move a little further forward.  The ropes were looped at the wall so that if I relaxed one another gave a little. 

I felt my nipples brush something and a shock ran through me.  I stretched harder and felt Anna's face touch mine.  Our lips met and we kissed through our gasps, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  I arched my back and our bellies touched.  I wanted to put my hands on her body but they were pulled tightly behind me, as hers must also have been.  We kissed again and I whimpered as I felt myself coming. I could hear her groaning as she brushed her breasts against my nipples.  Then I felt her mouth drop to my breasts and she bit hard on my right nipple.  I screamed and came at the same moment.  The relief was so sudden that I relaxed my efforts and fell backwards.

Immediately I felt a sharp sting as Anya brought her flail across my back.  I pushed forwards again until I reached Anna.  My shoulders felt as though they were being pulled out of their sockets.  I bent over and suckled her, running my tongue over her smooth breasts and tugging gently on her nipples until she screamed with ecstacy.  A second later as she slipped away from me, I heard her scream again, this time in response to the loud crack from her mistress's whip. 

I don't know how long it took before we finally climaxed for the third time, this time together.  Both of us had received many lashes and my back and ass were burning as I finally sagged to the floor, weeping with joy and pain and relief.  Over all the emotions flooding through me was the knowledge that I had pleased my mistress.  No pleasure or pain could could touch that.  I slumped over weeping uncontrollably, unable to sort out the myriad of feelings rushing through me.  Every inch of my body was alive from my bruised lips to my sore shoulders to the burning sting of the lashes and the exhausted throbbing of my sex. 

I was barely aware of my mistress untying my bonds and leading me away.  Dimly, I realized that she was wrapping my legs in plastic. She continued until both legs were totally wrapped and then continued to wrap them both together.  After going around two or three times, she continued around my body, then over my shoulders and down my arms, finally wrapping my arms to my body.  I was as tightly bound as I had been the previous night but the feeling was very different.  There was no talcum powder this time and the slick plastic was lubricated by my sweating body.  My mistress brought the wrap up my body again, pressing my arms tighter against my body, and then wrapped my head, leaving a small space for my nose so that I could breath. 

I heard the "zip" of tape and felt her wrapping something firmer around the outside of my cocoon, starting at my feet.  She was stretching the tape as she went so that it pressed even more tightly against my body.  This was more intense than even the vacuum bed. Eventually, I was taped all over except for the small hole at my nose. Then she pulled open a small space between my legs and thrust a dildo into me. When she was done, my mistress laid me down face-up on a bed and kissed my swathed lips. 

"Sleep tight, slave," she said, lovingly. 

I lay there in true ecstasy in my plastic cocoon, feeling the tight pressure hugging my firmly at every point on my body.  Every now and then, the dildo would start vibrating, bringing me close to orgasm but always stopping before I could climax. 

Although I was totally exhausted after the day's events, I was too excited to sleep.  My thoughts and emotions whirled me around dizzily.  I could feel my cocoon making me hotter and the heat eased the ache in my shoulders and the burn on my back. Sometime that day, I crossed the line - I was now Anya's slave in every sense.  We both knew that I would do anything she wanted of me. My submissive side had fully blossomed.  No matter how degrading or painful, the joy of being a helpless slave, existing only to please her mistress was my true happiness. 

Chapter 4: Yours, Truly

I awoke, unable to see or move, calm and comforted by my tightly enclosing cocoon.  I had never felt so at peace.  I squirmed a little, revelling in the feeling of slick plastic pressing against my skin. At some time during the night, my exhaustion had finally overcome me and I had slipped into a warm sleep.  Now I was rested and I lay there, with no idea what time it was, waiting for my mistress to call me to her bidding.

After a while, I heard her soft footsteps enter the room and then felt her gentle touch on the tape over my lips.  She ran her hands over my body and her touch, distant through my mummification, brought me once again to a peak of sensitivity.  I writhed in pleasure as she slowly brought her fingers closer to my sex.

I felt a more insistent touch as she snipped away parts of my covering with a pair of scissors.  She carefully cut away circles around my mouth, my nipples and my pussy, brushed each revealed area with her lips, then concentrated on my wet center.  She slipped the vibrator out and replaced it with her tongue. I felt her exploring, thrusting, caressing, pushing until I exploded with a loud gasp and a shudder.  I could hear that she too was breathing heavily and she laid down beside me, wrapping her arms around me. We lay there for a while, enjoying our closeness. 

After some time, I felt Anya get up and then she slowly started to peel away my cocoon. As each part of my body was unwrapped, it felt as though she was removing my skin - something that belonged around me.  I didn't want to be freed from it. When she had finished, Anya pulled me up to a sitting position and gently removed my blindfold, kissing my closed eyes.  I opened them to see her dressed in a black latex catsuit and gloves.  Her head was covered with a matching hood with holes just big enough for her eyes and mouth to be visible.

"Enough!" she said.  "It's training time." 

She took me by the hand and led me to a large wooden "X" against the wall.  I let her lift my hands to the top and shackle them with fur-lined black leather cuffs. She then attached more cuffs to my feet, forcing my legs wide apart. Reaching her hands around my body and pulling it away from the cross, she attached small clamps to my still erect nipples.  As she eased them closed, I felt an exquisite agony that shot through my body.  I tried to relax but as I came forward, they pressed against the cross making the pain unbearable so I was forced to arch my body so that only my hands and feet were in contact.

To each clamp, Anya then attached a small weight on a chain.  As these swung loose, the clamps pulled painfully on my already aching nipples. I couldn't help but scream out and immediately was rewarded with a large ball-gag that Anya strapped tightly around the back of my head. I tried to look imploringly over my shoulder but the effort of turning round brought my right nipple back in agonizing contact with the cross so I was forced to face the wall and suffer my punishment.

I heard the swish of the cat-o-nine-tails just before the first sharp sting bit into my buttocks.  Anya was not being gentle.  As she brought the whip down again and again, she said, "You must not forget that I am the mistress and you are the slave.  What I do to you is for MY pleasure.  Sometimes it is my pleasure to bring you pleasure. Sometimes it is my pleasure to bring you pain.  It is for you to please me, responding appropriately to your punishments and rewards. Do you understand?"

Between my muffled gasps of pain, I mpphed a "Yes, mistress" through the ball-gag. 

Each time the flail came down, I flinched, banging the clamps against the cross and causing the weights to swing wildly, pulling on my nipples until they felt like they would be ripped off. The pain was excruciating and I prayed for it to end. After what seemed like an eternity, my mistress stopped whipping me, leaving my sore skin burning and my nipples throbbing.  My arms were aching from the effort of holding myself off the cross and drool ran down my chin and dripped onto my breasts.

My mistress unfastened my bonds and then pulled my arms behind me, slipping a single long leather glove over them.  This had straps that she ran over my shoulders and fastened behind my back.  Then she started to tighten the glove's laces like a corset, forcing my elbows together behind my back.  The glove had no fingers and my hands were forced into fists inside the tight leather.

"Kneel before me, slave, and show me how much you love your mistress."

It was hard to keep my balance as I knelt down, trying, not very successfully, to keep the nipple weights from swinging as I did so. My mistress removed the ball-gag and wiped my chin with a cloth. "What do you say, slave?" 

"Thank you, mistress."

"I want you to prove that you love every part of me.  You may start with my feet.  Kiss them." 

She stood before me and I carefully lowered my head until my lips could reach her shoes.  They were shiny black latex pumps with ankle straps.  I reached down gingerly, struggling to ease the pain in my breasts, and kissed the toes of one shoe.  The flail came down harshly on my back. 

"Is that the best you can do?" 

I came in again and started pushing my mouth into the shoes to make sure that she could feel me doing so.  After a few seconds I started to get into it and began running my tongue over the latex, tasting the shiny rubber.

Slowly, the pain in my breasts changed to a dull ache and the excitement of my slavery re-asserted itself.  I did my best to convey my love for my mistress through my lips and tongue as I ran them crazily over her feet.

"Good.  Now you may work your way up my legs," she said. 

Slowly, fighting the urge to go straight to her sex, I caressed her ankles with my tongue and lips.  The latex was smooth and shiny and I could feel her firm muscles beneath it.  A couple of times I heard her gasp and I knew I was doing a good job.  I was getting hotter and hotter myself but I concentrated on making my mistress come.  I couldn't allow myself to orgasm now.

By the time I reached her knees, I felt my mistress shudder with pleasure and knew that I had pleased her. 

"Now start on my fingers," she gasped. 

I took her right index finger in my mouth and started sucking on it as if it was a penis.  I worked my way down each finger in turn, then taking two and three at a time.  As I sucked, the nipple weights pulled on my breasts but they were pretty numb by now and the feeling just made me hotter.  My pussy was on fire but I fought it off and just kept working my way up her plastic-covered arms.  As I neared her elbows, I had to stand up which was almost impossible without losing contact but somehow I managed it.  I kept swapping between her arms, slowly bringing myself up to her shoulders.  I felt her shudder again.

"Now my neck and then down my body," she whispered. 

I obliged gladly, licking around the joint between her hood and suit and then slowly working my way towards her breasts. If my hands hadn't been tied firmly behind me, I couldn't have stopped myself from caressing her.  They burned in the glove, struggling as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to touch her slick body.

As I finally felt her nipples through the latex under my tongue, I just couldn't hold it any longer and the orgasm ripped through me as it did through her at the same time.  My satiated mistress fell back into a waiting chair as I stood there, my entire body gasping for air. Like a good slave, I waited patiently for her to recover and give me more instruction.  After a few minutes, she pulled herself up and came over to kiss me gently on the lips. 

"Well done, slave," she said, her breasts still heaving. "I think it's time for breakfast, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied.  She removed the clamps from my breasts and I immediately screamed as my abused nerves were released.  The pain was extreme but with my hands fastened behind me I could do nothing to ease it.  It quickly returned to a dull throbbing and I was able to follow my mistress up to the kitchen.

As before, Anya fed me and held my cup so that I could drink.  The sexy feeling of helpnessness came back, exciting me all over again. Although I was the slave, I was helpless and my mistress was taking care of me. When we had eaten, she helped me take care of business and then led me to a large walk-in closet filled with all shapes and colors of latex clothes and bindings. 

"Now how shall we dress you today?" she asked, rhetorically.  "I know.  You can be my nurse.  I'm not feeling at all well."

So saying, Anya removed my glove and started to dress me in powder blue latex underwear - bra, panties and garter belt, not before sliding a vibrator into my welcoming pussy.  She eased my feet into powder blue stockings, fastening them to the belt.  Over this, she helped me slip into a tight blue latex mini-skirt and skin-tight blouse and finally a white latex pinafore-style apron with a large red cross on it.  She slipped white nurse shoes on my feet and tied them up.

She pulled tight cream-colored surgical gloves over my hands and then worked a matching hood over my head.  The hood had no eye-holes and so all I could see was very hazy shapes through its translucency.  There were two tiny holes at the nose but the hood was tight enough that I couldn't open my mouth at all. My mistress put cuffs around my ankles and linked them together with a short chain.  She cuffed my wrists and neck as well, attaching chains from each wrist which she ran between my legs and up my back, linking them to the back of the collar.  I couldn't bring my hands up higher than my waist without choking myself.

"I'm rather tired today, slave," I heard my mistress say.  "I think I'll use the wheelchair.  You may take me for a walk in the sunshine. Don't worry, I'll give you directions."

She took my hand and led me to another room.  I could only take small steps because of the hobble chain and I could hardly see anything.  My mistress placed my hands on the handles of the wheelchair and sat down in it.  Reaching my hands up to the handles pulled the chain, forcing my neck back and pressing hard against my pussy.  The vibrator was pushed deeper in and started working on me, activated by the pressure.

Following my mistress' directions, I pushed the chair into the hall and down to the front door.  Anya made me stop the wheelchair and go and open the door and then push her through it.  I hadn't noticed before but to one side of the entrance was a wheelchair ramp and she had me wheel her down it.  From that point on, all I could do was follow her instructions.  I could vaguely see the shapes of trees against the sky but everything at ground level was an even darkness. As I walked, the chain kept grinding against my pussy and the vibrator sent shivers through me, taking me to the brink but not quite all the way.  I squirmed as I went along, trying to come but, frustratingly, unable to do so.

I had hobbled along for a couple of minutes before I heard the swoosh of a car going by.  As it passed, the driver tooted a couple of times on the horn.  I wasn't sure if it was to tell me to get out of the way or a comment on my appearance but I was deeply embarrassed that ordinary people would see me this way.  Even though my head was covered and they could not tell who I was I panicked, wanting to run back to the house but having no idea which way to go, knowing I was totally at the mercy of my mistress's whim.

"Did I tell you to stop, slave?" she asked.  "Keep moving.  Any more of that and you'll be well and truly punished."

I forced myself to keep moving, even when two more cars went by beeping their horns.  It seemed like hours before I finally felt the ramp under my feet and was able to get back into the house. When Anya finally told me to stop, I stood there trembling.  Taking my hands off the handles, I immediately put them between my legs, working the dildo until I came with a violent shudder.  I groaned with pleasure and shame, knowing my mistress was watching me playing with myself but unable to stop. When I had stopped shivering, Anya came and pulled the hood off my head and looked into my eyes.  After holding my eyes for a long moment, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on my lips.

"Sit down, slave," she said, with more gentleness than command.  I sat, my hands forced between my legs as the chain tightened.  I knew what was coming and I was dreading it.

My mistress took a deep breath and began.  "You have been a wonderful slave," she said.  "The best I have ever known.  I wish I could keep you forever.  But all good things must end and we have a fashion show to attend tomorrow.  You will need to be fully rested so I think our little game should end now.  I'll unbind you and you can have a long soak and a good night's sleep before we set off early in the morning."

I couldn't speak.  I sat there with tears streaming down my cheeks.  I had never felt so miserable.  All my life I had been searching for something - something I couldn't see or define but that I sensed was out there - and I finally knew what it was.  The fashion show, my career, my life, held no attraction.  All the experiences of this weekend had made me alive in a way I had never imagined possible and now it was over - just a game that had been played out. Slowly, I slipped forward off the chair onto my knees.  The neck chain forced my hands further between my legs as I bowed my head before my mistress. 

"May I speak, mistress?" I asked tentatively. 

"Of course you may, my love.  I'm not your mistress any more."

Those words tore at my heart but I forced myself to speak.  "But you are my mistress.  And I am your slave.  Nothing can change that. Whatever will I had before is gone and the only thing that will ever drive me again is your pleasure.  As your slave, I cannot ask or beg or command you but I must take this last moment to tell you that I cannot return to my old life.  I have no will to do anything but your will.  When I have said my piece, I will never again say anything but 'Yes, mistress', 'No, mistress' and 'Thank you, mistress'.  I am yours.  Send me away if you will, but know that I cannot survive without you to instruct me, to punish and reward me as is appropriate for the ways that I serve your pleasure. "

"Whatever your will, I thank you, my mistress."

Chapter 5: Anya's Slave

Anya sat and looked at me for a long time.  I could see that she was thinking of how she might be able to manage things.  I knew that she wanted to accept my submission, but clearly there were some major logistical issues she would have to overcome.  I knelt in front of her, trying to look down, but unable to tear my eyes from hers.  I desperately wanted to beg, plead, promise - anything that might get her to say yes - but I had said my piece and had sworn I would never speak again except to say "Yes, mistress," "No, mistress" or "Thank you, mistress."  I knelt there in torment, silently praying she would keep me.

I watched her wrestling with ideas, discarding them, thinking of others.  An eternity passed.  My legs and feet were cramping as I knelt there but I dared not move until my mistress told me to.  All I could hope was that the longer she thought, the more likely it would be that she would find a way.  Eventually, she leaned back in the chair and sighed.

"This is a big decision for both of us," she said.  "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"  I nodded vigorously. 

"Yes, mistress," I answered.  "Have you really thought about what this means?  Forever is a long time." 

"Yes, mistress," I said again. 

"And you are willing to submit to all my instructions, no matter what they might be?" 

"Yes, mistress," I responded a third time, sure now that these questions meant she was going to accept me as her life-long slave.  My pussy was responding to my excitement, sending electric charges through my body.

"I have had weekend slaves before, but none as submissive or as beautiful as you.  I have truly enjoyed this weekend like nothing I have done before.  While I have often fantasized about having a real slave, I have never found anyone willing or believed I could work it into my life.  I have a very successful business that needs a lot of my attention.  I have to travel quite a lot.  As much as I would enjoy your presence, I do not see how I can manage to keep you with all the things I have going on." 

My heart dropped at her words.  What would I do if she turned me down?

Then Anya smiled and said, "I am going to postpone my decision for a week.  The Frankfurt show starts tomorrow and you must be there.  You will come as my assistant.  You have lost your voice and will not be able to speak to anyone.  During the day, you will serve me in the booth, doing whatever I tell you to do.  At night, you will share my room as my slave.  I will continue to think about the hows and the wherefores.  You will continue to think about whether you really want to do this for the rest of your life.  If, and I say "if," I decide that I am willing to take this on, I will ask you again if it is what you truly want.  If you agree, there will be no turning back, ever.  Understood?"

I nodded with mixed feelings.  I was excited that I would be Anya's slave for at least another week and very confident how I would answer if and when she posed the question again.  I was also frustrated and concerned because my future was still in doubt.  I just couldn't imagine a future other than the one I envisioned.

My mistress got up and, putting her gloved hands around my shoulders, helped me to stand up.  "If we're going to Frankfurt in the morning, we've got lots to do.  Follow me."  She led me upstairs to her bedroom and then undid my bonds.  I was still wearing my nurse's uniform as she set me to the task of making preparations for our trip.

Anya sat back on the bed and relaxed while I worked.  Under her explicit instructions, I got out suitcases and packed them.  Many of the items were typical for a business trip, but one suitcase was filled with latex clothing and bondage toys.  I got very excited thinking about how they might be put to use.  I was also filled with trepidation about how I was going to survive the next three days as a secret slave under the eyes of all the people at the fashion show, some of whom would undoubtedly recognize me.  I didn't know what my mistress had planned for my days, but I suspected it would involve more humiliation than I felt ready for.

When everything was packed, Anya made me take the heavy suitcases downstairs and put them in the back of the Mercedes ready for our early start.  When I came back in, my mistress was ready with a blindfold, ball-gag and the single glove I was already familiar with.  She pulled my arms behind me, slipped the glove over them and then tightened up the laces, forcing my shoulders back and pushing my tits out.  Then she locked the blindfold in place and strapped the ball-gag in my waiting mouth. It felt so good to be back in harness and helpless again.

I felt her reach under my mini-skirt and pull my panties down far enough to slip a dildo into my pussy.  Then she slipped cuffs around my ankles and attached a foot-long halter-chain.  I was in heaven.

"Amuse yourself, slave.  I have some work to do," she said to me and I heard her walk out of the room. 

And how was I to do that?, I thought. 

I didn't know how long she would be gone, so I decided to see just how helpless I was.  Blind, hobbled and with my hands bound tightly behind my back, I edged my way forwards, being very careful not to trip over something, until my foot found the wall.  It must have taken me close to ten minutes to cross half a room because I was so terrified of falling without being able to use my arms to save myself.  The dildo was working overtime and my helplessness was making me cum.  When I reached the wall, I just leaned my head against it and let the shudders rock me from head to toe.

After a minute, I tried to guess which way was closer to the door.  I guessed "right".  So I hobbled my way along, carefully working my way around the furniture, still terrified of falling.  It was totally quiet in the house.  The silence and my imposed darkness made me feel tiny and insignificant.  I fantasized that I was trying to escape from a cruel mistress who would torture me if she caught me.  That increased my tension and had my poor throbbing pussy cumming again.  The dildo kept going off and on randomly, so that I could never get used to it either way.

After two turns at corners of the room, I realized that "right" was wrong.  I had already made my way around more than half the room but decided that at that point I might as well keep going.  I found the door when, working my way around a table, my foot went past the open door and my face smacked right into it.  I had been gradually building up my confidence and moving a little faster so I was surprised when I banged my nose and gag straight into the edge of the door. I staggered backwards more in shock than pain but the hobble-chain stopped me from being able to brace myself. 

I fell backwards, trying to twist as I went down so that I wouldn't fall on my outstretched arms.  I landed mostly on my left side but a lot of the impact was taken by my left breast which must have caught on a chair on the way down.  I lay on the floor in agony, unable to move.  I couldn't help but cry from the pain, and the tears built up inside my tight blindfold.  I needed my arms to hug myself and massage away the pain, but they were useless behind me.  I felt like a small child, miserable and alone in the darkness.  I tried to cry out but the ball-gag just released a quiet moan.  I waited there, hoping my mistress had heard the noise and would come to me, but she didn't appear.

Lying there in the darkness, hurting all over, I needed comforting.  Even the dildo was silent as I cried to myself.  I realized that I had been foolish to try to act without my mistress' explicit instructions.  While she hadn't told me to stay where I was, she hadn't told me to wander around either.  As the pain slowly eased to a dull throb, I swore to myself that I would not experiment again unless my mistress told me to.

I made a couple of attempts to get up, but without my arms and with my legs haltered together, I couldn't quite get up on my knees.  All I could do was lie there and wait, feeling sorry for myself.  The vibrator must have been turned off by the fall.  I could feel it still inside me, willing it to come on and cheer me up but it remained silent.  Time crept by as I laid there.  I tried fantasizing about being kidnapped but I just couldn't arouse myself.  I couldn't even go to sleep because if I rested my head it really stretched my neck painfully.

Finally, my mistress came back.  She helped me get back up and then, without a word, led me off.  She helped me relieve myself and then took me down to the basement.  She removed my glove and gag and the chains around my feet, then pulled a suit up over my legs and body.  She explained that this was a new design she had been working on.  It was a suit within a suit.  The inner suit had arms and legs that fit snugly around my body.  The arms were attached to the side and the legs were stuck together so that once inside I couldn't move.  She pulled it up over my breasts and zipped it up tight under my chin.  The outer suit was basically a divided air matress which fitted into the collar on the inner suit, she explained.  Once the outer suit was in place, it could be pumped up, putting extreme pressure on the inner suit.  Before doing that, she fitted a matching hood over my head.  She slipped two small tubes into my nostrils and then sealed the collar's hood onto the suit's.

My mistress had me lay down on the bed and then I felt the air pressure building in the outer suit, pressing the inner latex against my skin.  I felt two plugs pushing into my orifices, expanding to fill the cavities, the front one pressing the dildo deep inside me.  My legs felt the pressure as they were forced together and my arms were crushed firmly against my sides.  The waist of the suit pressed in on me like the tightest of corsets and my breasts were squeezed from all sides.  The pressure kept building until I could hardly breathe.  Then I felt the hood pumping up, pressing against my eyes and mouth and pushing up on my chin so that I couldn't move my face at all.  I strained to inhale against the pressure on my chest and stomach as the suit got even tighter.  I could only take short breaths and I was panting through my nose tubes to get enough oxygen.

I began to panic as I struggled for air.  This was much tighter than the suit I had worn the first night, tighter even than the vacuum bed.  I was completely immobile, unable to even wiggle my fingers or flex my legs.  All I could hear was the sound of blood rushing in my ears.  The pressure made me feel like I was deep under water.  I struggled to get my breathing under control and slowly I felt my heartbeat slow down to a more reasonable rate.

I found that I could relax without stopping breathing although I was still taking very short breaths.  I started to ease into the feeling of isolation and pressure.  The strong rubber smell in my nose and the absolute inability to move were getting me hot.  The dildo was still inside me, pressed hard against me by the suit pressure, but it refused to vibrate.  And I couldn't even squirm!

As I lay there, I started to feel really disoriented.  In spite of the pressure all over me, or perhaps because of it, I started to lose feeling.  I couldn't even move my skin against the latex so I was getting no sensory input at all.  I guess I was actually floating in the outer suit so there was not even a feeling of up and down.  I felt giddy and detached from everything.  I wanted to cry out but I couldn't make a sound.  I couldn't even hear my own grunts and groans so I'm sure they didn't penetrate the two layers of rubber.

Time became meaningless.  I could have been in there for five minutes or five years.  I had no idea.  My memories started bubbling up in front of me like cartoons but I couldn't grasp hold of them.  I tried to concentrate on things but they kept slipping away.  I couldn't even count to five - I'd lose hold half way through.  I found I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there.  I couldn't even remember who I was.  My mind just wouldn't hold on to anything for long enough for it to make sense.  It was like that half-awake dreaming where you drift from scene to scene without any continuity but it was much more intense.

When the suit finally started to deflate, all my nerves began to tingle as the pressure eased.  It was like having pins and needles all over at the same time.  With the outside pressure gone, the suit and hood were still very tight but I could at least wriggle a little bit.  At first it was involuntary - trying to ease the pins and needles - but slowly I remembered who and where I was and I squirmed with the pleasure of the experience I had just had and the knowledge of my situation.

Then suddenly I felt the almost-forgotten dildo come alive.  I struggled to move my hands but they were firmly glued to my sides.  Somehow I got my legs to move enough that I rolled first on my side and then onto my stomach.  I writhed and struggled as the vibration took me higher and higher until I felt a rocket explode inside me.  I gasped air through my nose, but the cocooning pressure on my head, arms, legs and body kept me coming in spite of the lack of oxygen.  I seemed to keep coming forever.  Each time I thought it was over, I would make a slight attempt at movement and the feeling of the tight latex on my skin would make me cum all over again.  I could feel my body jerking involuntarily as I grunted and gasped my way through this endless orgasm.

Eventually, the spasms lessened until I was just occasionally twitching with aftershocks.  The dildo turned off and I heard my mistress' voice coming through the hood.  "Are you all right, slave?" 

I wriggled to indicate I wanted to be on my back.  She understood and rolled me over. 

"Do you want to sleep like this?"

I nodded. 

I felt her stroke my face and run her hand down to fondle my breasts through the latex. 

"Can you breathe all right?" she asked. 

I nodded again.  I was already drifting off to sleep as she continued to gently stroke my body.

I awoke in a euphoric state, cuddled as I was by the warm latex pressing my body.  My mistress was already there and she rapidly removed my cocoon.  She was already dressed for the road in a tight blue skirt and blouse that emphasized her beautiful figure.  She was wearing knee-length leather boots laced tightly.  She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where I showered and prepared for whatever lay ahead.

When I saw what was laid out on the bed, I nearly died.  My mistress helped me into a leather corset that she laced as tightly as she could.  She picked up a steel chastity belt with two large dildoes and fitted it to me, slipping the plugs into me gently.  She fastened the belt behind my waist with a small padlock. 

"This is so that you will not forget what you are," she said.  "I will turn these on whenever I feel like it but you must not give any outward indication.  Only you and I will know." 

She put on a black latex bra that further accentuated my already protruding breasts.  She helped me into full-length shiny black latex gloves that hooked to the top of the corset so they would not roll down.  She gave me a pair of black net stockings and a black latex garter belt and made me put the on.

Next, she had me slip my feet into a leather leotard jacket that fitted tight against my pussy and around my waist but had loose sleeves and shoulders.  She zipped it up to just under my breasts and fitted a padlock on the inside so that it could not be pulled up any further.  Around my neck, she placed a tight black leather choker with a cameo at the front.  Then she helped my feet into a pair of 4" heel black shoes with thick ankle straps.

As I was dressing, I couldn't help getting excited by the way I looked and felt, but I was also mortified at the idea that people would see me like this - people I had known in my former life.  I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter any more - that all that was behind me now - but I kept seeing myself confronted with one of the buyers I knew well.  What would they think or say?

Anya kept watching me as I dressed, gauging my reaction as if to test how committed I was to being her slave.  If I was unwilling to wear what she told me to wear, I was clearly not submissive enough to be a real slave.  I started to get teary and came within a hair of giving in, thinking I just couldn't go through with it, but the events of the last few days and the strength of the emotions and feelings I had experienced won the day.

My mistress made me sit down while she made up my face.  She was more dramatic than I would have been, but the effect was striking and went perfectly with the costume.

When I was ready, Anya put cuffs on my wrists and attached a chain that went between my legs and fitted on to a ring on the back of the jacket.  She then shackled my ankles and fitted a silk blindfold over my eyes.  "I will take these off when we arrive but you will wear them on the journey."

She paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you still want to go through with this?" 

"Yes, mistress," I answered although the butterflies in my stomach were screaming "NO, MISTRESS!"

She led me to the car and strapped me in tight, running the seat belt over my chained hands so that I couldn't move them at all.  As we drove, Anya told me that she had made some calls the previous evening that might, if things worked out, make it possible for our relationship to continue. 

"Assuming you still want it to when this week is over," she added. 

My thoughts on the journey kept jumping from the wonderful feeling I had wearing these clothes to the horrific thought of wearing them in public.  My customers had always seen me dressed conservatively and I couldn't imagine how they would react to seeing me like this.  Then I would think about my wonderful mistress and my determination to survive the week would come back.

We pulled into the parking lot at the hotel and Anya came around to my side and released me, removing my bonds and blindfold.  "While we are in public, I will use your old name, slave.  Don't ever forget that it is no longer your name, that you are now nameless, just Anya's slave.

"Now get the suitcases and follow me." 

I did as she bid, struggling with the four heavy suitcases.  As soon as we walked into the lobby, everyone turned and stared at me.  People stopped in mid-conversation to nudge their partners.  I felt myself flushing and again, I wanted to just drop the suitcases and run away.  Tears of embarrassment came to my eyes as I tried not to look back.

Anya proudly walked up to the reception desk, seemingly oblivious of the spectacle we were making.  I stood patiently as she checked in, looking at the floor, grateful that no-one came up to talk to me.  I knew that I was under instructions not to speak and I didn't know how I would handle it if anyone tried to talk to me.

While I was standing there trying to be invisible, Anya flipped on both vibrators with her remote.  I nearly jumped out of my skin.  I could hear them buzzing through my body and I was convinced that everyone could hear them but when I glanced around, no-one seemed to have noticed.  They were all trying to look like they were busy doing something while sneaking glances every few seconds.  I struggled to stand still as I felt my sex awakening, making me want to squirm and grab my pussy.

When my mistress had finished checking in, she beckoned me to follow her to the elevators.  It was difficult to walk, let alone carry the suitcases, with the vibrators exciting me, but somehow I managed it.  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the door closed on just the two of us.  The shame and embarrassment of the last few minutes flashed into a huge release as I felt myself coming.  I was still shuddering with pleasure as the elevator doors opened for a middle-aged woman in a sedate business suit.  She looked at me and then at Anya and just stood there in horror as the doors closed without her.  I couldn't help but crack up at the look on her face.  Maybe this would be fun after all.  Of course, this woman wasn't someone I knew.  Anya was laughing too.  I wondered if she had been experiencing the same anxiety herself.  She flashed me a loving look for just a moment but then it was gone, replaced by her stern mistress persona.

When we reached our floor, I lugged the suitcases down the hall to our room.  Anya flopped on the bed and watched me while I unpacked.  When I had finished, she called me over to the bed.  She had taken off her skirt and blouse and was sitting back in matching blue latex underwear.  I nearly came just looking at how beautiful she was.  "We don't have much time before we have to go downstairs.  I want you to satisfy me," she said, laying back on the fluffed pillows and draping her hands out to her sides.

Remembering how my mistress had enjoyed me the previous day, I picked a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer and, turning my back to her, offered my hands and the cuffs.  She put them on my wrists, squeezing them until they hurt.  I turned around and knelt at the foot of the bed where I could reach her foot with my lips.  I slowly kissed her, massaging her boots with my tongue.  I worked my way up her leg, faster than I would have liked, but conscious of the time.  She was moaning with pleasure by the time I reached the top of the boot.  I was getting hotter and hotter myself but I held myself in, concentrating on her pleasure.  She was wearing beautifully patterned silk stockings and I continued to work my way up, glad that my hands were cuffed because otherwise I couldn't have stopped myself touching her. 

By the time I reached her sex, I was on the bed, lying on my front between her legs.  I had to writhe my way up without the use of my hands and that made me even hotter.  If she had not turned the vibrators off after I came in the elevator, I would not have been able to stop myself.  I wanted to caress my own pussy but I couldn't reach it with the handcuffs on.  I started to lick and kiss her latex panties, feeling her soft pussy underneath them.  Her moans were getting louder and I felt her hands take my head and push it into her as she raised her knees to improve the contact.  I kept working my lips and tongue against her shiny latex, feeling her build towards a climax.  When she came, her shudder ran right through me and I was only a second or two behind her.

We lay there for a couple of minutes breathing heavily until Anya got up and started to dress.  I slipped off the bed and stood up, bathing in the afterglow and thankful that she had given me such an opportunity to please her and myself at the same time.  She touched up my make-up and brushed my hair while I was still cuffed.  She stepped behind me and grasped my breasts in her hands, squeezing my nipples through my jacket.  I started to get hot all over again, but then she released me and unlocked my handcuffs. 

"Time to go," she said.

2001