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Almost Chance Part 14 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Jen had already felt her view of the world change several times over
the last day. Just twenty four hours ago, she'd been a shy, reserved,
girl off to visit a friend and now she was a submissive, a woman
ready, eager, to willingly give herself to another woman, to proudly
accept her slavery. Realising that she and Mistress shared a
connection beyond what she had already thought had been something
she'd accepted, just a natural realisation from all that had gone
before, but this was something she had not been expecting.

She blinked hard, twice, making sure this was Kelly she was seeing
before, not just some other woman that looked a bit like her. It was
undoubtedly her, pulling up a chair to sit at the table opposite her
and Mistress. Jen could still feel her touch, Mistress' - Kate's -
hand still resting on her arm, calming her slightly, keeping her
grounded. Jen looked between the two other women, seeing a knowing
glance and smile pass between them.

'Hi babe.' Kelly said. 'Surprised to see me, I bet.'

Jen couldn't think of a response. Surprise didn't even begin to cover
the emotions she was feeling. It was more like shock, a sense that
everything she had thought she had known was wrong. Now she understood
what Kate had meant when she said their meeting had been almost
chance. Was this all just a game? Was the prospect of her servitude
just a fantasy?

'I think we should explain.' Kate said, her hand still gripping Jen's
arm, leaning towards her with a reassuring smile. 'Do not worry, my
sweet. Everything that has happened here, everything that has been
said, is true. You just need to know how it came to be before you can
make your decision.'

'OK,' Kelly said, 'I think the first thing you need to know is that me
and Kate aren't lovers. We're friends, and we've had sex a few times,
but this isn't about the two of us. It's about you and Kate.'

Jen relaxed a little. In her mind, the darkest prospect had been the
idea that she'd give herself to Mistress, only to find that Kelly had
got there first and had a higher place in her affections than Jen
could achieve.

Kate was speaking now, her voice as calm and relaxing as ever. 'As
you've seen, my dear, this is a house of pleasure. I often hold
parties here, inviting women I know and women they know to come here
and... have fun for an evening.'

'That was where chance came in, if anywhere.' Kelly said. 'I've been
seeing Tania - she's a lecturer at the University - and she knows
Kate, so she asked me if I wanted to come to a sex party one night.
Well, I could hardly say no to that, could I? So, we come here and
have a very good time.' She was grinning salaciously now, clearly
remembering what had happened that night.

Kate picked up the story now. 'I like to get to know any women who
come here who I haven't met before, so I was talking to Kelly and
showing her the house. We followed a couple of girls down to the
cellar and then...'

'That was the strangest thing. As soon as I walked in there and saw
what was going on - girls tied up, all that sort of thing - I thought
of you, Jen.' Kelly said.

'Me?' Jen asked, finally finding her voice. 'Why me? I'd never done
anything like that before I came here.'

'Never even though of it, I bet, right?' Kelly smiled, already knowing
the answer. 'And that was why it was so strange. It was like I knew
that you'd enjoy it down there. Maybe it's because you were always
pretty passive whenever we were together, but I just knew that down
there was a place you should be. So, I mentioned you to Kate, she
wanted to know more and -'

'That's how I came to get on the train to meet you. Kelly told me when
you were going to visit, so I arranged to get on the same train and
see what happened. The rest you know, of course.'

'So have you been here all this time?' Jen asked Kelly.

'Oh no. I just got here this morning. Kate called me yesterday to let
me know you'd come with her, and she thought I should be here to
explain what brought all this about. So, are you angry with me?'

Jen was silent for a moment, thinking it over. For a while there, she
thought she had been angry with Kelly, thought that all this has been
an unintentionally cruel trick, showing her a life she knew she now
wanted then snatching it away, saying it all had never been real. But
now she realised that there was something more at work. Kelly had
confirmed what she had already been thinking, that she was somehow
meant to be here.

'No. Of course I'm not angry with you. I'm happy.'

'Happy?' Kelly asked.

'Happy that my best friend can be here to see me giving myself to Mistress.'

She could feel Mistress gripping her arm tighter as she said that and
didn't need to look at her to know that she was smiling broadly at
Jen's declaration. Part of her had expected Kelly to be shocked by it,
had thought that her friend would be shocked to see her give herself
like this to another woman, but she wasn't. Jen saw that she was
smiling too.

'Wow.' Kelly said. 'To think I had a hand in bringing the two of you
together. I thought - I knew that you would enjoy meeting Kate, but I
never expected it to end like this.'

'You think she shouldn't go through with it?' Kate asked.

'Oh no, I definitely think she should. I think you two were meant to
be together.'

'Maybe we were.' Kate said.

'You think so?' asked Kelly.

'I know so. But that's a story for another time, I think. For now,
will you stay and witness Jen's surrender to me?'

'I wouldn't miss it for the world.'

****

Jen looked at herself in the mirror as she dried herself off after her
bath. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had first
encountered Mistress on the train, yet now she was give herself
entirely to her almost without a second thought. Yet she felt no
worries about what she was about to do, even those concerns the sight
of Kelly had caused within her had gone almost as quickly as they
arrived. Indeed, Kelly's tale had only helped to confirm her belief
that this was where she was meant to be, that she had been destined to
give herself to Mistress.

Looking at her body now, she felt no shame at her nudity and wasn't
viewing it with the critical eye she had looked at herself with before
all this. Then, she had concerned herself with worries about how she
looked, whether she was gaining weight, if her breasts were too small,
but now she knew that her body was owned by Mistress, was part of
Mistress and thus had to be beautiful if it was part of her. It was
only through some sense of nostalgia that she looked at herself now,
knowing that this would be the last time she would see herself without
a collar. Mistress and Kelly were waiting for her, back in the room
where she had first taken Mistress' collar the day before, waiting for
her to cleanse herself before she took that final decision. Jen had
been ready to go through with it straightaway, but Mistress had
insisted she take time to bathe first. Jen had been unsure as to why
she had insisted on it, but now she could see why. The bath had been
like a baptism, washing away what remained of her old self, her old
life, giving Jen the chance to see her old self one last time and say
goodbye to that life.

She was ready now. Carefully, she opened the door and then slowly
walked across the hallway. The door to the room was open and she
walked into it, seeing Mistress and Kelly standing there waiting for
her, Mistress standing in front of the window, silhouetted by the
light, Kelly standing to one side of the room, her position showing
her role as an observer, not a participant in what was to come. Both
had changed their clothes while Jen was in the bath, Kelly now wearing
a long, almost formal red dress but Mistress' outfit was what caught
Jen's attention, reminding her again of the sheer beauty of the woman
she was about to give herself to. For a moment as she first saw her in
the light, Jen thought she was nude, but as her eyes adjusted to the
light she saw that thought had come merely from the fact that
Mistress' clothes fitted her like a second skin. She was clad in
lather again, black this time, only her arms left bare in an outfit
like a catsuit that flowed over her from her neck down to the matching
stiletto boots on her feet. The gold bands she had worn the night
before were again on her arms, her hair loose, brushed back so it fell
behind her shoulders, her lips coloured a deep blood red, an enigmatic
smile playing on them as she watched Jen approach.

Jen lowered herself to her knees in front of Mistress, lowering her
head and placing her hands in her lap. She was utterly calm, even
relaxed, sure in who she was and what she was doing. The room was
silent, but she could feel both Mistress looking at her, Kelly looking
at both of them, witness to this moment of truth. Then Mistress spoke.

'Look up, my sweet.'

Jen raised her head and saw that Mistress was holding her collar in
front of her, resting it on her outstretched hands. Their eyes locked,
Jen feeling Mistress gaze burn deep into her, showing her everything
the collar represented with no need for words, their communication on
a higher level already. Slowly, Jen lifted her hands up, carefully
taking the collar from Mistress, reverently lowering it down as
Mistress returned her hands to her side, watching impassively.

Jen looked at the collar carefully, searching within herself for any
last doubts, anything that might prevent her from wearing the collar.
There was nothing. Every part of her was prepared for it, every cell
in her body felt as though it belonged to Mistress already. Putting on
the collar was just an outward symbol of a change that had already
occurred within her. Slowly, she placed the collar round her neck,
feeling it slide into place around it as though it was made to be
there. Even in that short time she had been without it that morning,
she had missed the feel of it there, as if a part of her was missing.
As she fixed it into place, tying the strap, she felt complete again,
like everything was right in her life for the first time. The last of
her old self had fled, replaced by the slave she had willingly become,
on her knees before the woman she had given herself to.

Her destiny had finally found her. Fate, not chance, had brought her
here. She was home.

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And that's it. Thanks for all your comments throughout the series,
it's ben a real motication to complete it. There are definitely other
stories about Jen and Mistress to write (and perhaps even a rewrite of
this) so look out for them. As always, comments are welcome to
anonymous.writer@gmail.com

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