"I still don't think she'll show," Jennifer said, idly running her hand through Gillian's hair, who was kneeling at her feet, head nestled into her legs as she was curled up on a chase long as they both watched the sunset through Jennifer's apartment windows.
"No?" Gillian replied, looking up at her.
"No, I think she got over-excited, made you a promise and she's panicked and is going to bail on you. No way is she going to turn up tonight. Which will be a shame, I was looking forward to bullying this slut together, but I'm still going to fuck somebody ragged tonight, and it'll be you who ends up chained up and begging, trying to make up for disappointing me, won't it!" she replied hand tightening on Gillian's hair, looking down at her, a cruel smile emerging.
They had been introduced a few years ago by a mutual friend who had such an attuned sense of kink that without ever of them either mentioning it she'd known they were both into S&M. Gillian switched, bottoming to the right top when she so rarely found them. Jennifer submitted to nobody and positively delighted in getting what she wanted causing pain and humiliation. Over the last year, they'd played together and become great friends, but tonight was something new.
"Yes Miss," said Gillian, thinking about how much Jennifer would take it out on her, quietly crossing her fingers.
"Any she's already 2 minutes late."
"Yes, Miss."
The knock on the door was so loud it echoed through the apartment, two knocks, an over-long pause, and a single knock, just as instructed. Gillian uncurled herself from the floor, straightened her bodice and knickers, and looked at her mistress.
"Off you go then, do try to remember your place won't you."
Gillian opened the door to find Chloe standing a few feet back, just beyond arms reach (smart girl), standing tall and eyes forward, a long dark coat coming almost to her ankles, a shapeless woolen hat covering her hair, looking nervous.
"You're late," Gillian curtly told her, "do come in."
Chloe bobbed her head slightly and walked in, stopped on a thick rug, and looked around the huge single room. For an apartment, it was enormous. She spotted Jennifer perched on the chase long and timidly raised her hand and waved, getting back nothing but an aloof stare. Before she could say anything Gillian closed the door and stepped behind her.
"Hand me your coat, get on your knees, and stop staring about the place," she whispered in her ear.
Chloe unbuckled the coat, shimmying it off her shoulders and Gillian took it. Chloe got down on the rug on all fours, her hands sinking into it a little, and focused on the pattern in front of her, not daring to look up. She heard Jennifer's heels as she came across, the noise stopping as she must have stepped onto the rug.
"What is it doing?" Jennifer barked at Gillian, "What have you brought me, a cow?"
"On your knees, not on all fours!" Gillian told Chloe, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up. "Hands behind your back, back straight, head front, eyes cast down! Come on, get it together!"
Chloe shuffled herself into position, straightening her shoulders, and asked "Like this Gillian?"
The slap connected with her cheek before she even saw Jennifer move. She recovered, her face stinging and her heart racing.
"Don't speak unless spoken to, and address her as Miss," Jennifer told her, her voice firm and pointed. Chloe nodded.
"I am Mistress, she is Miss or Miss Gillian; nothing else. We'll call you whatever we like and maybe eventually choose you a name. Now, that's understood, do you still want to be here?"
Chloe nodded.
"Speak up!"
"Yes, Miss, erm, Mistress I mean." Chloe stumbled over her words, "Yes Mistress, I really do want to be here, it's just this is all new to me." she stammered.
"Good, well let's get a good look at you then. Everybody is new at first but they learn. How quickly depends on them, and how much I beat them."
Gillian stepped in behind Chloe and with a ripping noise, her wrists were cinched together with a zip tie. She felt another round her elbows and as it pulled tight it forced her chest up and out. They were nowhere near touching but with a couple of snipping noises it was all over, she was bound tightly for the first time.
"That's better." she heard Gillian say.
"Look at me, let me get a better look at my entertainment for the evening."
Jennifer looked down at the girl on her knees, just inside the huge wooden door. She was tall, probably close to six foot even without heels, and would stand a head taller than both her and Gillian who was about the same height, not that that intimidated Jennifer in the slightest. She too had blond hair, a nice contrast to Gillian's red and her own black. She must be in her mid-20s with a cute little nose and mouth.
"A bikini again Gillian? You do love them don't you?"
"Lingerie is such a fuss on a fuck toy, even if it is pretty! A simple plain bikini is just as hot and far more disposable!"
"That is all true."
From her vantage point, Jennifer realized what a figure Chloe had. Tall and well shouldered she carried her tits well, in proportion. The bikini offered no support and so there they were, a substantial cupful each, maybe an F or maybe a G, definitely of the floppy variety not hard round, bolted-on pornstar tits. Below that she had a trim waist with a little tummy and wide hips. Stepping forward and looking over the top of her, pressing her face into her crotch, Jennifer saw a surprisingly pert arse.
"Well you are a delightful little bundle, aren't you? What do you do for a living?"
