This story was initially written in October 2000 long before I had ever encountered Alphax's seminal story 'Presents' or N.M. Hawthorne's 'The Collar' , but this story certainly falls into the 'lesbian mistress enslaving women through gifts of collars and rubber clothes left on the doorstep' sub-genre that they created. The first part has subtle mind control, the second part a more direct approach.
Rebecca had only been at the job as secretary a few days. It was reasonable working for Mr. Thomas if a little unexciting. One day she was told that they were to have an important client visiting, a Ms. Harrison, but that she was to stay out of the way whilst she was there.
Rebecca sat at her desk and ran through the files in front of her. She realised that Mr. Thomas had left those dealing with the Harrison account with her. Rebecca picked them up and walked to Mr. Thomas's office. She tapped on the door and went in. Mr. Thomas was not there, but Rebecca stopped short as she saw his visitor.
Ms. Harrison was dressed in a skin-tight red leather jumpsuit. She also wore matching sharp heeled boots which stretched to her knees. Her hands were coated with red leather gloves, all the shade of her lipstick. Her hair was blonde and sharply cut. Rebecca hesitated then looked again. Lying at Ms. Harrison's feet was a young, shapely woman, dressed in a shiny black rubber catsuit which clung to her body making it slippery and glossy. She wore matching thigh boots. Her hair too, was cropped tight. At her neck she wore a glossy collar and attached to it was a leash which her mistress fiddled with between her fingers. The pet purred as Ms. Harrison casually stroked her shoulder.
Rebecca was speechless, hesitantly she put the file on Mr. Thomas' desk and began stepping slowly back towards the door.
"You must be Rebecca." Ms. Harrison said cheerfully.
"Y-y-yes." Rebecca said hesitantly, frozen to the spot.
"I see you are fascinated by Tyta, my pet." She spoke calmly. "I know your type, from the moment you came in, from how you are looking now. You can't help wondering if you could be so erotic. Fawning for your mistress." Ms. Harrison emphasized each sentence.
Rebecca stared transfixed. "Imagine your naked body coated in squealing slippery rubber." Ms. Harrison continued then she stopped talking as if letting the image sink into Rebecca's mind. "Erotic and servile. Living for pleasure, unconcerned with everything else."
Rebecca tried to stop herself thinking the thoughts Ms. Harrison was putting so seductively into her mind, almost entrancing her. She glanced down at her own clothes, just to check that she was not somehow becoming like the pet. Then she heard movement behind her. She turned and flushed as Mr. Thomas walked in.
"Erm, ah, Mr. Thomas, I have the file for you on the business with Ms. Harrison..." Rebecca said hesitantly.
"It was so good to meet you, I look forward to seeing you again." Ms. Harrison said as Rebecca edged towards the door.
"Okay, Rebecca. I think you had better go now. I'll handle it." Mr. Thomas said.
Rebecca nodded and slipped from the room. She tried not to, but could not help glancing over at the two women as she closed the door. Rebecca returned to her desk, but was unable to think clearly. She wondered where a woman like Ms. Harrison came from, her lifestyle. Then she heard the other door open. She looked up to see Tyta strutting out of the office. Her rubber squealed and rippled with every step. Rebecca tried to look at her work but within moments had given up any pretence. She stared as Tyta stood still on her high sharp heels, encouraging Rebecca to look at her. Tyta glanced down to the pointed toes of her glossy boots, Rebecca's gaze followed hers, then rose slowly up her shapely legs, every contour shown in the shiny gloss. Her eyes moved past the shiny buckles at her thighs and the thin zip over her naked crotch. Her hands, themselves covered in long glossy gloves, rested on her shapely hips. Rebecca continued working up Tyta's body to her firm breasts, their nipples clearly straining in the rubber. Then she took in the shiny collar at Tyta's neck and her sharply made-up face. Having seen that Rebecca had clearly viewed her body, Tyta began to gently sway, sighing slowly as her body delighted in the rubber that clung to her. She turned her bum to Rebecca, tight and shiny in the gloss. She ran her hands across it, gently stroking, then down between her thighs. Tyta was soon panting and moaning as she moved so erotically. Rebecca just sat entranced by the scene. Then Ms. Harrison came through into the room.
"Having a bit of fun?" She asked her pet. Tyta slowed her moves and strutted swaying in her rubber to her mistress. They kissed passionately, the Ms. Harrison casually ran her hand over her pet's slippery bum, then attached the glossy leash to her collar.
"Did Rebecca watch you, my pet?" Ms. Harrison asked as she looked over to Rebecca.
"Yes, mistress, right through."
"Just as I thought." She walked towards Rebecca, Tyta following behind, led by her leash. "I could make you Tyta's stable mate within minutes. I know you could not resist, admit it, you are as erotic as she is. Come with me."
Rebecca just gulped, she could feel herself rising from her chair and leaving to become Ms. Harrison's sex-slave. She shuddered as she thought of herself as a sex object with skin-tight rubber clinging to her body. Suddenly the intercom unit buzzed and Rebecca let out her breath.
"Yes Mr. Thomas."
"Please come in here, Rebecca."
Rebecca glanced up at Ms. Harrison. The moment had passed and she spoke formally, if hesitantly. "Excuse me. I must go."
"Fine, but I am sure I will see you soon." Ms. Harrison said and strode from the room, Rebecca watched Tyta strutting behind her, her bum swaying sexily. She felt the urge to follow, to yield to the urges aroused in her, to become a glossed sex-slave. She snapped her mind back to her job. She went into her boss's office.
"Ah, Rebecca, just a word. I know Ms. Harrison is an important client, but I think I should handle business with her from now. We don't want you getting tempted by her." He did not look at her directly. "You know she is rather eccentric, and you know some women get affected by people like her. I think you understand."
"Yes, Mr. Thomas." She said, feeling daring even talking about Ms. Harrison and her pet.
Rebecca sat in her bedroom, her pussy still moist from the arousal she had had that day. In her mind she felt herself having swapped with Tyta, herself in the skin-tight rubber strutting behind Ms. Harrison, looking at the plain secretary sitting at the desk. She found it difficult to block the image from her mind. She knew if she ever saw Ms. Harrison again she could not resist becoming her sex-slave. Somehow her body was hungry for the bondage, but now Ms. Harrison was gone, there was no way she could follow up, her chance had passed. She could have been transformed into a horny sex-slave and now it was just a fantasy.
A ring at the front door snapped Rebecca out of her thoughts. She hurried downstairs. When she opened the door there was no-one there just a large parcel, addressed to her. Bemused she brought it into her house. She quickly unwrapped it. The moment she caught sight of the long shiny boots, she knew she would soon be a purring sex-slave, her body would not let her do anything else, she could not resist the transformation. She ached to think of herself, leashed, strutting in her rubber, at her mistress's command, being so erotic, licking out her mistress a she was ordered, unable to disobey, just erotic and servile.
Rebecca eagerly carried the clothes to her bedroom, barely thinking what she was doing. She quickly undressed and stood naked in front of the mirror. She then lifted up the black rubber catsuit and looked at it as caught the light. This was going to be what she wore, showing off every part of her body, showing her servility. Slowly she eased one leg and then the other into the gloss. It was slippery and arousing as it slid across her naked skin, clinging to her body. Soon it coated her bum and she remembered Tyta thrusting out her own. Rebecca quickly slid her arms into the rubber and eased the zip up, sealing her naked body into the shine, watching as her hardening breasts straining against it. Already she felt different, the rubber squealed to her every move and made her body catch the light. She eased her glossed legs into the long boots, she was panting as she buckled each at her thighs. She stood on the sharp heels, knowing she was yielding to her urges and that this was an irreversible process. Finally she slipped her hands into the long shiny gloves and gazed into the mirror.
Rebecca ran her eyes over her own reflection as she had over Tyta's body. She gasped as she watched the light catch the shine of the tight rubber, how it was taut across her body, how her shapely contours were shown by her clothes. She turned side on to admire the shine that clung to her bum and closely followed the line of her thighs. She took time to get to recognise her new self.
Rebecca began strutting across the room, becoming accustomed to the sharp high heels, letting her body yield to the second slippery skin that coated it. She lifted up her legs and twisted her body, delighting in the squeal as the rubber tightened and released, rippling across her body, shaping it to her and shaping herself to it. Within minutes she was comfortable in the slippery, shiny rubber. As it became less of a novelty, it became more arousing. She was becoming a woman suited to the way she was dressed. It was impossible to stop, this was the new her, these were the clothes she wore, from choice, this was the way she looked. Then Rebecca caught sight of a glossy collar at the bottom of the parcel. She picked it up and slowly lifted it to her neck. She hesitated, then closed it, locking it. Now she was truly a glossed sex-slave.
Rebecca was impatient, she was glossed and aroused, hungry to please her mistress. It was clear that Ms. Harrison knew where she was, she had been right that Rebecca was a sexy woman and had released her urges and as a result she had been transformed into an erotic pet. Rebecca knew that she would now strut, led on her leash, and obey her mistress, do whatever she wanted to do, for whatever use she wanted.
There was a ring at the doorbell. Barely thinking, Rebecca strode down to the front door, not giving her appearance another thought, this was what she was. Her rubber squealed as she moved and Rebecca loved the sound. At the door stood a woman in tight shiny blue leather. She stood on sharp heeled ankle boots. Her shapely thighs were wrapped with a leather miniskirt, her breasts were firm in the shiny cropped leather jacket she wore.
"Follow." She said simply. Rebecca obeyed, the door was closed behind her and she walked to the large car with the tinted windows. The rear door was opened for her. She crawled across the shiny rear seats like a big cat and stretched out lazily, running her hands over her slippery body.
The car drove off but soon stopped, Rebecca barely noticed, her mind was becoming more erotic, and soon she was only concerned with being servile and sexy. The door was opened and Rebecca slid her slinky body from the car. They were outside a plush block of flats. The leathered woman led her into a lift and they rose to the penthouse. Rebecca realised that when she left the lift she would be the property of her mistress. This was not a game, this was her, she was no longer a secretary, she had let herself be transformed into a sex object. Rebecca realised that there was really no turning back and she shuddered excitedly at the thought.
The lift stopped and Rebecca strutted out, the door was opened and she stepped through into the penthouse. It consisted of a large room in dark blue with long swishing curtains covering doors leading off it. There were a few long sofas with a couple of women dressed like her, lying on them, dozing or playing with dildos. As the door closed behind her, Rebecca realised that she was taking another step. Up to now she had thought she had changed, but it could have just been a game, just her dressing up sexily. Now she was beginning to realise that she was ceasing to be a free woman, she had let herself start becoming someone else's property. At the end of the room was a large chair at which Ms. Harrison sat. Her legs were splayed and a rubbered pet was knelt in front of her, licking at her pussy. Ms. Harrison's head was thrown back and she was grunting with the pleasure. Rebecca looked around, thinking she should feel embarrassed, but realising she was part of the scene and as she did could not stop the urge she felt to be at Ms. Harrison's feet licking her out.
To one side Rebecca caught sight of Tyta. She was in a cage and had shed her glossy rubber skin in favour of a tight glossy thong and a slave harness. Her leash was tied to the wall. As she saw Rebecca, Tyta thrust her body out towards her inviting Rebecca to use it. Rebecca tried to resist but found herself strutting uncontrollably over to her fellow sex-slave. She opened the cage door and stepped in. Tyta wrapped herself around Rebecca, running her hands over her newly rubbered body. Rebecca could not resist as her mouth was smothered with Tyta's lips and filled with her tongue. She began to sway with Tyta, she felt so animal, so erotic and she could hear her rubber squealing, reminding her just how erotic she appeared.
Rebecca felt Tyta ease down the crotch zip of her catsuit and felt her fingers stroking deep inside her. The pleasure was great. Rebecca squirmed as she was stimulated, her clit and pussy being fingered, running with juice. Then she felt her breasts released, hard and shiny. They were teased and licked by Tyta. Rebecca grunted and moaned at the pleasure. She knew she was just a sex toy, fucking another woman clad in skin tight rubber, her mind concerned only with sex. She knew she would remain here and become as much a sex-slave as Tyta, erotic and servile. Rebecca shuddered as she orgasmed. Tyta pulled away and Rebecca eased up the zips, sealing herself back into her rubber, the skin-tight gloss she chose to wear.
Rebecca turned to see Ms. Harrison smiling. "I was right you are a sexy bitch. I knew you would come here." Rebecca realised that Ms. Harrison knew her better than she had herself. "There is no turning back, you have turned into a sex-slave, you are now my property, I dress you, I own you, I use you."
"Yes, mistress." Rebecca felt a thrill as she said it for the first time.
"Excellent." Ms. Harrison replied, clearly delighted by her response, her servility. "I will give you your collar name, your only name, Serena."
The new slave swayed in her rubber which seemed to suit her so well. She seemed to be settling herself into her new identity as she had into the glossy second skin than clung to her. "Yes, mistress, I am Serena your sex-slave."
Ms. Harrison smiled and stroked her hand across Serena's slippery bum, she grunted in pleasure, thrusting her pussy forward. Ms. Harrison ran a leathered hand across Serena's body, stroking her breasts briefly. Then she lifted up a leash and locked it to her new sex-slave's collar. Serena eased to the floor, and licked her mistress' boots, running her tongue over the tight red leather, then up her smooth legs to her still naked sex. Serena's tongue penetrated deep and she delighted in serving her mistress licking at her until she felt her shudder with pleasure. She lapped at her mistress's juicy pussy, aroused at being so erotic, so servile. Ms. Harrison shook with orgasm. She signalled Serena to stand and led her by her leash strutting on her sharp heels, her gloss bound bum swaying, her skin-tight rubber squealing.
Serena was led to her own cage. She stepped inside without hesitating. Ms. Harrison tied her leash to a ring fixed on the wall. She then closed the cage and locked it. Serena grunted and thrust her glossed body against the cage bars, like the erotic sex-pet that she was.
Serena awoke, she shook her hair, it was braided, she liked the feel of it, another change which confirmed what she was.
"Ah, Serena." Ms. Harrison said. She wore long red leather boots which stretched to her knees. Then a tight matching outfit which reached her breasts, holding them straining in the leather. A large loose belt sat on her hips. The leash in her hands ran to Tyta's collar. Beside them was a woman with blonde hair braided like Serena's. She stood on sharp heels of glossy ankle boots, buckled tightly. She wore shiny clinging rubber leggings which stretched from her waist to her calves. Above them was just a black leather waistcoat.
"Yes, mistress." Serena said, it was a natural response. She got to her feet and walked to the cage bars. She was intrigued by the newcomer. Serena gently swayed her rubber bound body, hoping to arouse the visitor and tempt her to use her body.
"I have sold you to Karyn, she is now your mistress." Ms. Harrison explained.
Serena purred with pleasure, thrusting her glossed body against the smooth bars aroused by being someone else's property, hungry to please her new owner, Karyn. Ms. Harrison unlocked the cage and untied Serena's leash. She strutted out on her high heels as her leash was handed to Karyn. She walked over to her new pet.
"Still." Karyn commanded but with a warmth.
Karyn crouched down and ran her finger from Serena's shiny heel up her calves, shown tight in the boots, then on to her thighs. Then Karyn stroked both hands over Serena's bum tantalizing her pet. She then moved a hand between Serena's legs to ease down the thin zip, so exposing her naked pussy. Karyn's fingers thrust deep into her and her thumb caressed Serena's clit until she ran moist and she panted, jerking her body uncontrollably.
Serena felt the probing hands sweep across her glossed waist and body until they settled on her aroused breasts. Then she was spun round and her lips parted as Karyn's tongue was forced in. Serena stroked her glossy body up and down her mistress's; both of them writhing in pleasure. Then Karyn broke, shuddering with as she approached orgasm. Serena grunted and shivered as her body was swept with pleasure, her skin-tight rubber just tantalizing her further. She had never felt so erotic.
"Excellent." Karyn said. "A great purchase."
"I am glad you are pleased. I think you made a good selection, she will serve you well."
Serena strutted behind her mistress as she was led from the room on her leash.