Chapter Nineteen: An Unexpected Houseguest
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 19
   :shs-keywords: Ff, latex, mc, bd

Marie floated in the dream world yet again. She was now alone in the
courtyard, kept in a tiny cage that forced her to curl up in a ball. Her
head was held down at her knees by the force of a woman's high-heeled
boot or shoe, the spike heel poking at the back of her neck.

In front of the cage was a soothsayer's crystal ball, the mist within
showing a house -- her aunt's house! The mist cleared, and she saw
workmen hammering and sawing away at the sides of the beautiful
victorian structure. The workmen peeled the outer walls like paper, and
soon everything but the top of the building fell away. What lay beneath
were the bars of a steel cage.

Marie woke suddenly as the lid to her crate suddenly opened, light
streaming in between her body and the foam padding. She pulled her mouth
off of the breathing ball, and straightened her back up. Looking around,
she saw that she was alone in the hallway of her house again. The
delivery people must have set a timed release for the lid, or perhaps
some sort of remote control.

Shakily, Marie got to her feet, unable to use her arms for support as
they were still cuffed behind her. She stepped out of the box and looked
around for a handcuff key. Not finding anything, she sighed and walked
into the living room.

Nothing was the same there any more. Her aunt's cheap fluffy sofa had
been replaced with a pair of antique fainting couches, and a white bear
rug sat in front of the fireplace. Iron rings were embedded in the
walls, and the floor had the occasional steel attachment point flush
with the ground. The artwork on the walls consisted of black and white
photos of noir vamps and wasp-waisted vixens.

Marie ran through the dining room, ensuring that her Aunt's heirloom
furniture was still there, although the iron chain chandelier was quite
new. She ran into the kitchen, unable to make sense of many of the
implements now adorning its countertops. Flustered, she ran back to the
stairs, and up toward her bedroom.

The door was closed when she got there, so she turned her back to it and
worked the knob behind her. She was mortified to find it locked. She
wiggled it furiously for a moment, then slumped down onto the stairs.
She sat with her back against the door and sighed.

Soon, she heard a ratcheting and clicking noise from behind her. The
door opened suddenly, and Marie fell backward onto her latex-clad
elbows. Looking up, she saw the tops of a pair of knee-high vinyl boots,
the hem of a pair of black stockings, and the slick glow of a red latex
miniskirt. In the dark folds of the skirt, illuminated by a pair of
winking red eyes, was a glittering silver cuntdragon.

Marie scrambled to her feet and looked straight into Angie's eyes. The
two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Slowly, Angelica brought her black-gloved hand up. Without breaking her
gaze, she held out a leather riding crop and traced the outline of
Marie's chin with the soft flap at the end.

"Kneel." Angelica commanded and Marie obeyed, rolling to her knees and
pressing her forehead to the floor. She felt the blood pumping through
her ears, and clenched her cuffed fists behind her back.

Angelica watched Marie in silence for several minutes, and then walked
back into the bedroom. Marie quivered, screwing her eyes shut tight as
if to hold in the rising tide of emotion and confusion. Angelica
returned ten minutes later with a ring of keys, and removed Marie's
handcuffs.

"You may enter the room, Slave." Marie rubbed her wrists with relief as
she pulled herself to her feet, only to be struck in several places by
Angelica's crop.

"Did I tell you you could *stand up*? Get back on the floor and do as
you are told!"

Marie quickly dropped to all fours and crawled into what was once her
bedroom.  Most of the fixtures and furniture were the same as when she
had left for the halloween party, but she began to remember that the
bedroom had changed several times. She was not entirely sure which items
were added or changed during her enslavement, and found it hard to even
remember what her bedroom had looked like before she had first locked
herself into the bed's cuffs for her night of punishment.

"I'm getting hungry, slave, so I'll make this brief. Your Mistress has
permitted me to stay as a guest in Her home until such time as you are
ready to live in Her presence. I shall supervise this stage of your
training and preparation, and you are to follow my orders to the letter.
Is everything understood, slave?"

Marie took a deep breath, wondering if she would be able to find her own
voice.  "Oh yes, Angie." she mumbled.

Angelica brought the crop down on Marie's rear. "You will address me as
Ma'am or Lady A. I am your Mistress's surrogate, and you will show
proper respect."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Marie cried out as the strokes stung lightly, even through
her catsuit.

"Good girl. Now, let's get you dressed for housework so that you can fix
me some dinner."

Marie heard Angelica rummaging through boxes and racks of squeaky
clothing.  After a few minutes, Marie was ordered to stand and strip.
Reaching back, Marie peeled off the catsuit, the mute pounding sound of
flopping latex cascading to the floor.

"I said *strip*! That means *all of it*!"

Marie looked at her temporary mistress, confused. She spread her arms
out to show how naked she was.

"You stupid girl!" Angelica snapped, snatching the red wig from Marie's
shiny baldness, "That will be five strokes later tonight. For now, it's
time for a shower. On your feet!"

Marie couldn't recognize her old bathroom at all. Gone was the friendly
iron tub with the lion's feet, the victorian sink fixtures, and the
heirloom medicine cabinet. In their place was a stainless steel and tile
room, with fearsome fixtures coming from the walls and a large mirror
along the far-side.

Angelica pointed to a control panel on one wall, instructing Marie in
it's basic uses. Marie followed her instructions and requested a
five-minute shower from the device, her heart skipping a few beats at
some of the options she saw listed.

Lights came on behind the mirror on the far wall, revealing a small
shower stall. The mirror, now transparent, slid open to allow entry. A
pole then lowered from the ceiling, ending in a recognizable figure-8 of
metal. The pole's cuffs snapped open, and a light yet persistant beeping
sound indicated that Marie was to step in.

Angelica shoved Marie into the stall roughly, spinning her around. Marie
realized that she felt warm and protected as her old friend grabbed her
arms and shoved her wrists into the self-sealing manacles above her. She
let her head hang as Angelica pushed her ankles into the cuffs that had
emerged from the lower walls. Satisfied that Marie was properly
positioned, Angelica stepped back and the two-way mirrored door closed
between them.

The shower was quick and methodical. Jets of warm soapy water sprouted
from the walls, tracing interlocking spirals over Marie's body. She was
reminded again what a creature of sex she had become, the tingling jets
of liquid stimulating her erogenous zones and sending shivers through
her piercings. Her hungry eyes roamed, and her gaze met Angelica's
through the glass.

The rinse portion of the shower started at the top of her bald head, and
worked its way down her body. It was followed immediately by a gust of
hot air that blew down from above, pushing all of the moisture into the
central drain.

A timer sounded, and the glass door slid back again. Soon the ankle
cuffs opened and retreated into the wall, and the wrist cuffs retracted
into the ceiling. Marie stepped out to be inspected.

Angelica slipped her hand over the back of Marie's neck, her thumb and
middle finger gripping the flesh behind Marie's jaw. She looked the
young slavegirl over and then pushed her back out into the bedroom.

"Your home has been fitted with control panels to automate most tasks.
They are designed so that you will be able to use them even when
strictly bound. This one controls the wardrobe, so that you will be able
to retrieve the clothing that has been chosen for you."

Marie frowned, realizing that she was no longer able to simply wander
her closet and pick out clothing. She followed Angelica's instructions,
and heard motors whirring, like the automated racks that they use at
dry-cleaners.  Eventually the whirring stopped, and a rack of clothing
extended into the room from the wall.

Hanging from the rack were a pair of long white latex stockings topped
with black bows, a low-cut and short black rubber dress with a wide
circle skirt and pouffy shoulder-sleeves, a strappy corset of some sort,
a pair of high-heeled mary janes, some accessories in a plastic bag, and
a large bundle of rubber surgical gloves that Marie could not identify.

"You will begin," Angelica ordered, "with the stockings."

Marie nodded a polite "Yes Ma'am" and grabbed the long latex sheaths.
Bunching one up, she leaned against the wall and began quickly tugging
it up her foot.

"No, no, *no*!" Angelica bellowed, cropping Marie's leg with each word.
"No wonder your mistress won't deign to see you! You're such a
poorly-behaved slave. Do it again, properly!"

Marie pulled the stocking off her foot, panicked. She looked up at
Angelica, bewildered.

"Oh for fuck's sake, haven't you been instructed in the basics?"
Angelica ignored Marie's frightened reply, and grabbed a book off of the
bedstand, opening it to a page in the first chapter.

The book was an instructional manual, filled with diagrams and
illustrations.  The style was largely inspired by Japanese manga, with
submissive young girls performing lewd and painful acts with seductive
artistry. The section that Angelica held out to Marie showed a lithe
nude, her blue hair pinned up in a bun, demonstrating the proper and
pleasing way to put on a pair of stockings.

Angelica tapped the page, "You will memorize the steps, slave, and I
will quiz you on this next time. Now put on the stockings properly!"

Marie studied the images quickly, and grabbed the chair from the vanity
desk.  Turning sideways, she raised her right knee up high, pointing her
toe at the seat. Delicately, she gathered the stocking up and stretched
it over her toes, resting them lightly on the chair. Working carefully,
she tugged the stocking up over her calf, smoothing it gently and
ensuring that the black seam was straight in back.

Once she had successfully pulled the garment up to her knee, she kicked
her leg out straight in front of her just long enough to pull the latex
up to her lower thigh. Bending her knee again, she brought her toes
daintily to the floor next to her other foot, then turned her heel
outward slightly and finished tugging and smoothing the glossy film over
her delicately presented leg.

"That was acceptable." Angelica nodded, and closed the book while Marie
repeated the process with the other stocking.

Marie finished putting on the stockings and took the book from
Angelica's outstretched arm. The cover of the book had the title "A
Novice Slave's Illustrated Primer", and showed a drawing of a young
woman in an underbust corset and collar. The woman in the drawing sat on
her heels, her knees spread, hands on her thighs, palm upward. Around
her image were notes and arrows showing how her breasts were outthrust,
her elbows bent, neck straight but eyes downcast, and so forth.

There was a yellow sigil boasting about the accompanying CD in the back,
and it seemed to have been published professionally through a standard
printing house.  It even had a suggested retail price listed in several
currencies, and an ISBN barcode on the back!

Marie flipped through the first few chapters, glancing over little
cartoons teaching forms of address, proper dressing technique, sexual
services, and correct posture in various submissive positions. As Marie
flipped deeper and deeper into the book, the women appeared in more and
more distress.

Marie stopped on a page depicting a crying girl splayed over a
triangular wooden horse, the end of a crop just entering the panel. A
little sidebar explained the important fact that "Unless the slave has
been ordered to count strokes, she has the right to beg for a gag." The
next panel showed the same girl looking up demurely at her unseen master
as his hands buckled a red ballgag between her teeth. The notes in the
image pointed out her "thankful submissive glance".

"That is the elementary text for your slave training." Angelica
explained, "You will be given dedicated study periods, after which you
may beg to practice the exercises at the end of each chapter. On Monday
you will report to the Agency again for classroom instruction. You will
be expected to have read the fellatio sections in chapter three. Now
let's get the rest of your uniform on!"

Angelica indicated that the next item of clothing was to be the large
bundle of surgical gloves. Marie fumbled with it for a few minutes,
puzzled, before discovering how the gloves hung in one direction from a
latex hem at the top.  Looking through the top of it, she discovered
that the gloves on the inside pointed upward and seemed to have a little
more air in them than the mostly-deflated fingers on the outside.
Pushing her hands through it, she found two channels where she presumed
her legs must go.

Angelica tapped her crop against her hand impatiently, waiting for Marie
to figure out the garment. Finally, the bald slave slipped her glossy
white legs into the squeaking pom-pom, checking the manual's diagrams to
ensure that she was doing so in the correct manner. Bending at her hips,
she drew the inflated petticoats up to her waist, lodging the
upward-pointing fingers between her bald labia.

Checking the manual one last time, Marie swung her hips once, twice, and
finally turned her back to Angelica. She bent over at her hips, grabbing
her knees so that the Domme could inspect the manner in which the
teasers sat.  Angelica ran her hand up and down the back of Marie's
thigh, and then gave two gentle slaps of approval as a signal that Marie
should stand straight again.

"Straighten up and let's finish this!" Angelica barked.

Marie put on the rest of the clothing slowly, mimicking the gestures in
the textbook. She stood delicately, one leg straight while the other
crooked on tiptoe. She assumed a standing-attention pose between
garments, her fingers woven behind her back, chest outthrust, eyes
downcast. All the while, each movement of her legs caused a shifting in
the glove-fingers between her sex.

When she was finished, Angelica plucked a wig from one of the bags that
hung from the clothing rack, and gave Marie a black bob complete with a
white latex maid's cap. Stepping back, she admired the uniformed
maid-girl.

Marie was now fully dressed, the low-cut black latex one-piece dress
disappearing beneath a heavy rubber corset detailed with wide straps and
chrome buckles sealed on with heart-shaped padlocks. The short circle
skirt splayed out wide over the glove-petticoats, ending just before it
could hide the polished white fingers from view. Beneath the skirts, a
brief glimpse of Marie's thighs framed the tops of the white stockings.
Her feet were locked into steep wedge-heeled black mary-janes that were
so glossy you could see the reflection of her legs and skirts in the
toes.

Marie's arms were encased in white latex gloves that disappeared beneath
the locked straps of the pouffy black sleeves of her dress. On her
wrists she wore padded steel cuffs that were linked together by a foot
of glittery chain. She stood straight, her hands resting on the tiny
white latex apron on the front of her wide skirt, the cuff-chain resting
catenary against it.

Angelica nodded her approval and brusquely ordered Marie to follow her
downstairs. Marie obeyed, watching Angelica's feet as she trailed behind
her.  When they reached the dining room, Marie was ordered to fix
dinner.

Marie had always been proud of her cooking skills, and the kitchen had
been fully stocked in her absence. There were many new time-saving
devices that Marie had always seen as frivolous, but she realized as she
worked that most had been converted to use the same controls as the
shower and wardrobe upstairs.

Angelica sat wordlessly as Marie brought out the bowls and trays of
food. She set the table quickly, laying out two placemats.

Angelica glared up at the presumptuous maid. "I will not be having any
guests for dinner today, slave. Set the table for one."

Marie caught her breath, and realized that she would not likely eat at
her Aunt's grand dining table ever again. She did as she was told, and
then filled Angelica's plate.

"Well done, slave. Kneel at my side while I eat."

Marie sank to her knees, her back held straight by the corset, and laid
her hands submissively on her lap. Angelica ate slowly, and Marie's
compressed stomach was empty enough to growl with hunger. The smells of
food and the sounds of Angelica sipping and clinking Marie's heirloom
silver against the china dishes made her fidget with her cuff-chain as
she waited.

Angelica reached down after a few minutes and slapped Marie's gloved
hands.  "Five more strokes! Keep silent, girl!"

Marie sighed quietly, occupying herself by looking around as much as she
could without moving her head. The underside of her Aunt's mahogany
table was in shadow, since the dining room's chandelier hung directly
above it.  Nevertheless, there was enough light for Marie to realize
that there were metal hasps and hooks that had been bolted to the
antique furniture in various places. She bided her time trying to count
the attachments and determine their purpose.

Angelica eventually finished her meal and ordered Marie to clear the
plates.  Marie set the serving bowls on the counter in the kitchen, so
that she could fix herself a plate once Angelica let her eat.

Unfortunately, that was not to be permitted. Marie earned herself five
more strokes, and her proper dinner was ordered through a control panel
on one wall.  What had once been an old dumwaiter opened automatically
to reveal a clear tupperware bowl. Inside the bowl was a milky white
porridge, and a straw attached to the center of the lid ended just above
the level of the goo.

The lid itself was sealed to the bowl with some sort of plastic lock,
and the central straw took the form of a smallish anatomical dildo,
complete with veins and an engorged head. The only oddity was that the
straw took a fork near the base of the dildo, creating a small hole near
the flat part of the lid.

Angelica ordered for some dessert, and once that had been accomplished
she placed the bowl on the floor next to her chair. Marie received the
order to eat, and grabbed at the bowl hungrily, trying in vain to open
it.

After a few minutes of fruitless prying, she sighed and put her lips
around the tip of the straw-cock and began to suck. She tugged at her
cuffs in frustration as she succeeded only in drawing up air through the
fork at the base.

Angelica was nearly finished with her dessert by the time Marie figured
out that she could fix the straw by plugging the secondary hole with her
finger and push down on the lid with her fist so that the straw's bottom
reached the salty porridge. She was not able to finish her meal before
Angelica ordered her to clear away all the dishes (including the
cock-bowl), but she felt stronger and her stomach no longer growled.

With dinner out of the way, Angelica lead Marie into the living room,
and had her kneel by one of the fainting couches. Angelica reclined and
flipped through a fetish photography coffee-table book, occasionally
mumbling noises of approval.

Marie again found herself forced to kneel while the busty Domme occupied
herself. She had by now become used to spending long periods waiting,
many times in various states of bondage. But today the wiggling
glove-fingers between her legs had stoked the fire in her loins, and it
burned for the woman she was now serving. Sitting still was out of the
question.

She resisted the temptation to toy with her wrist-chain, and began
discreetly looking around the room. The fetishy photographs on the wall
were tastefully done, but extremely erotic. Marie found herself shifting
her hips slightly, a balloony finger slipping back and forth over her
clitoris and causing her hood piercing to twist slightly.

Marie tensed and squeezed her thighs together, admiring Angelica's legs
as she teased her pussy beneath the wide and bouncy layers of rubber.
Her breath caught as she found herself panting and shuddering, hoping
that she could take her pleasure without being discovered.

Marie chewed on her lower lip, hoping that the black wig hid her flush
face.  She closed her eyes and sucked in a gasp of breath through her
nose, Struggling to stifle a whimper.

Before she even realized what had happened, she was bent double over the
fainting couch. Angelica had hoisted her to her feet and thrown her over
the sturdy back of it, hooking her wrist-chain to some attachment
between the cushions.

Marie tugged instinctively against her wrist cuffs, bending her knees
and kicking her black shoes in the air as if to throw her weight against
the chain.  She turned her head from side to side, trying to see what
Angelica was doing behind her. She saw Angelica catch her swinging foot
by the ankle and pull it down to the floor, where it was suddenly pulled
downward by a soft cuff of some sort. The other leg was soon secured a
foot or so away.

"Some little girls simply cannot sit still!" Angelica scolded. "Well
don't worry, slave, I'll pay attention to you now. I believe you were at
15 strokes, yes?"

Marie's heart was still beating from the surprise, "M-m-ma'am?"

"Yes, five for the wig, five for fussing at dinner, and five for
attempting to steal food. And now five more for attempting to take your
pleasure without permission." Angelica walked to a 17th century English
gun case full of crops and spreader bars. She opened it and selected a
wide leather slapper from one peg.

Marie finally caught her breath and buried her face in the cushions of
the fainting couch as Angelica arranged the fingers of her petticoat so
as to completely expose her rear end. Marie felt the dominant woman
caress her cheeks and thighs tenderly, as if feeling for the most
appropriate spots to land her blows. The anticipation was, as intended,
perhaps worse than the strokes themselves would be.

"Ma'am?" Marie whimpered, an idea occurring to her that could help speed
up the process, "May I please be gagged?"

This almost seemed to take Angelica by surprise, but she quickly
recalled the page that she had seen Marie dwell over in the slave's
primer. A smirk passed over her face, and she grunted her permission
before fetching the gag.

Marie was biting her lower lip when the two-inch red ball pressed
against her teeth. She hesitated, unsure if she had made a wise
decision, and soon felt a hand pinch her neck behind her jaw, causing
her mouth to spring open automatically. The gag was shoved behind her
teeth quickly, forcing her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, and
then buckled quickly beneath the back of her wig.

"Well now, is that better, slave? Is it everything you wanted?"

Marie grunted a muffled "Yes Ma'am" that passed more noise through her
nostrils than her lips, and then immediately squealed as the slapper
came forcefully down against her left thigh.

Angelica's strokes were made more powerful by the fact that Marie was
pulled taut against the wide surface of the fainting couch. She wailed
into her cherry-red ball, gusts of air wheezing through her teeth and
nose as ropes of spittle pooled on the chemically treated cushions.

Marie's protests lost their energy as Angelica landed the seventeenth,
then eighteenth stroke. She braced herself for the last two, relieved
that her punishment was complete.

"Now let's see here. How many was that? I'm used to having the slave
count for me. Hmmm, let's say twelve!"

Marie forgot herself and fought her bonds as Angelica rained fresh
strokes onto red and swollen flesh. Her protests became a high-pitched
nasal keening that reddened her face as she took long gaps between
breaths.

When at last the punishment had finished, Angelica returned the slapper
and closed the gun cabinet. "I'm going to go to bed now. You'll want to
sleep on your stomach anyway, so I'll fetch you in the morning and you
can have a day to yourself. Sweet dreams!"

Marie sighed through her nose as the lights went out, and watched
Angelica strut over to the staircase and disappear up into the master
bedroom. She mused over her decision to exercise her rights as a slave,
chewing the enormous red ball thoughtfully. Whatever rights she had,
they were dwarfed by the rights to her body that her masters and
mistresses claimed.

Marie hummed softly to herself until at last she drifted to sleep.

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