Brandi had lapped at her new mistress like a good little kitten. First her nipples, then between her legs she had licked and licked. She worked hard, giving her mistress an orgasm that helped the mistress sleep.
Brandi was lying awake wondering what was to become of her. It had been a turbulent few weeks and she missed her friend, Kelly.
They had visited a BDSM club for a dare, never suspecting what it would lead to. Kelly had gone there to see a boy who ended up wanting Brandi instead. For them, the usual building of a relationship had been circumvented; instead, they fell into a BDSM relationship. At least the way she looked at it, he had dragged her into one.
At first she thought it was just a joke with weird people playing around. At the stables she found that was true, only there were others who took it far more seriously. Some, like Thomas, had made it into a business. That nasty guy had tortured Kelly then her. He was training them to be slaves, ready to be sold on to a stranger, and it nearly worked.
That training was still influencing her now. It had been harsh, even brutal, and she couldn't help slipping into a subservient role when confronted by a dominant person. That was why she was here now. Being this woman's pet wasn't a choice she had made, it just happened by accident and now she was stuck here obeying her.
She was playing at being this woman's little kitten because she had been ordered to, not because she liked it. Brandi had good grades in college but here she was being treated like a brainless pet, worse than an airhead. Being treated this way was terribly humiliating, but since being trained even a slight embarrassment stoked her up.
Being humiliated was so stimulating it distracted her from trying to escape. That insidious training from Thomas also prevented her from disobeying the mistress. She acted like the woman's slave, as though programmed to obey her every command. Brandi had always been vivacious, full of energy and rebellious, though now she moped around like a automaton. Kevin would have been appalled at the way she was behaving.
It reminded her of one of the slaves at the stables. The beautiful tall blonde was in this condition too. She was safe at the stables, but out in the real world she would be vulnerable to anyone who spoke to her in a demanding tone.
The woman told her of a dream, where she was in a restaurant and the maître d' spoke to her in a commanding manner. She automatically got onto her hands and knees to suck him off. He stood there appalled, with everyone gawping at them. They had laughed at this at the time, though Brandi figured she was now in a worse state than she was.
Slowly she drifted off to sleep. While sleeping her mistress put an arm around her, cuddling her little pet against a warm soft breast.
***
Janet looked at her cute little kitten fast asleep in her bed. She was obviously a student, used to getting up late. "Come, on!" she cajoled the lazy thing, with a slap to her bare ass. "Take a shower and then prepare breakfast. Feed the doll first," she ordered.
"Yes, mistress," Brandi answered respectfully, and scooted into the bathroom. There were no clothes for her but she was used to being naked, so she just got on with the chores.
She managed to push a dog bowl under the door of the cage to feed Cindy. She looked dreadful and refused to eat, just complaining to be let out.
"I can't let you out without mistress's giving the order," Brandi explained, with a slight smile from this turnaround in their fortunes.
Cindy's complaints subsided to a grumble. Her tummy began rumbling in sympathy so she took a mouthful, just to please Brandi. It was still warm, and once started, she continued until finished then licked the bowl clean.
"I can't stand this Brandi! How the hell did we get into this? I'm sorry we treated you so badly but you seem to be able to take it. You've got to get me out of here," Cindy sobbed.
"We both will. I'll find a way. For now, just do as you're told. Don't upset the mistress or she'll thrash you, or worse. We just need to bide our time. Don't worry, we will get away from here," Brandi said, trying to sooth the girls fear.
***
Janet measured them up, planning the outfits they were to wear. Everything she needed was in the store she owned. On Monday morning there was a meeting with the accountant, so she would have to curtail her enthusiasm until Monday afternoon. It would be exciting dressing up her two new pets.
One would remain as a pet whereas the other would be dressed up as a rubber doll. Brandi would be made into a cute little kitten with little tinkle bells on her collar, nipples and pussy. Janet had an idea this would annoy her pet to distraction, which suited her wicked side.
The doll needed training, so having her covered from head to toe in rubber was a good start to controlling her. She would of course have to be gagged and manacled, until she could be trusted to obey commands. Fortunately the kitten was already broken in as an obedient slave.
Sunday crawled by for the two young girls. They were only eighteen and used to having their own way. In this woman's apartment, though, they were forced to obey her every word. Brandi tried to reassure her friend. She still hadn't had the heart to tell her the collars were permanent.
The simple polished steel ring had been snapped shut around their necks, with one end pushed into the other, sealing it in place. A special tool was needed to undo it, or a welding torch, that would either burn the neck badly or probably kill them before they were released.
"We'll be rescued, you'll see," Brandi told Cindy. She didn't have much faith in anyone finding them, until remembering that young guy who played with them in the sex shop. He was from the same class as Kevin, so surely he would tell him he had seen them? After what happened in the club, with Teresa, would he still be interested in looking for her?
"You must keep the mistress's interest until then, we don't want to be sold on. No-one will be able to find us then," Brandi told her. She knew how anonymous the auctions could be. Someone would buy them and they would disappear without a trace. They could be whisked off to anywhere in the country, or even some place in the world, never to be seen again.
Cindy had been pushing all the time, achieving nothing, except aggravating their mistress. Even a few slaps hadn't worked. Brandi knew a thorough thrashing would be next, if the girl didn't behave.
"Behave yourself and be an obedient slave, or you could disappear forever," she warned the girl. At last Cindy seemed to accept that obedience was the best course of action, rather than testing the bounds of her captivity all the time.
Looking around the luxurious apartment she began thinking of it as a gilded cage. They sat at their mistress's feet while she worked on a set of accounts. Brandi might have been able to help but she was being treated like a dumb animal. She could take the patronizing and the silly clothes planned for her, but the tinkling of little bells was going to be an unbearable torture. Thankfully, at the moment, she just had one on the collar, and that was bad enough.
Every time their mistress took a break she played with them like exotic pets in a menagerie. It became apparent to Brandi what kind of mistress this woman was; she was the most dangerous kind. She demanded absolute obedience and would spend a lot of time training and playing with them, until she had achieved perfection.
It wouldn't take long before they both sat at attention waiting for a command from their mistress, not daring to make a move without her say so. Brandi looked at Cindy knowing she was ahead of Cindy, but the poor thing would soon catch up. They would soon be past caring if they were rescued. They would soon be mindless slaves, thinking about nothing except how to obey commands.
Brandi shuddered. This was worse than Thomas's brutal regime. He had been cruel, clever and experienced but this kind of training was relentless, so very mind-numbingly thorough. It left nothing of the slave's former life to contemplate; it would leave them mindless slave pets.
***
Monday morning started like Sunday morning, only Cindy wasn't let out of her cage. Mistress Janet fastened the Sirik, wrapping Brandi tight, and fastened a bright red ball gag in her mouth. She maneuvered her kitten so she and Cindy could at least look at each other through the bars of the cage. There would be no talking unless they learnt to recognize grunts from behind the gags.
Monday morning dragged even longer than Sunday. Both young women struggled with their bonds. If one of them could get free they could release the other and run away from this hell. Even Brandi was keen to get free. The Sirik chains were too strong and they were fastened with little locks, so there was little chance for freedom.
In the afternoon Janet took her two slaves to the store. They were naked but she parked close to the back door and held onto them tightly until they were inside. She shackled them together by the collar giving them a tour of the store. Shuffling to the back of the store she brought them to a halt in the play area, where they had been played with on Saturday.
Janet remembered the young lad she had teased and laughed out loud.
"You're in a good mood this afternoon," her assistant commented. "How are your new pets coming along?" Kate asked.
"They are superb, lovely little things," she grinned, with satisfaction. "You could join them if you like, you could be their leader," Janet offered.
Kate shuddered with distaste. "I've seen what you do to slave girls, no thank you," she said.
"What? I treat them well; I don't whip and spank them all the time, like some do. You wouldn't have to work or go to college. You'd have a life of luxury, nothing to do but paint your nails," Janet laughed.
