Amy stayed in the dark, her wrists still bound, her body covered in her dry drool, sweat and pussy juice. Her naked body completely exposed, the dominant Mistress Bella leaving her alone and nude, blindfolded. She listened closely, after what seemed an eternity, the door to the room she was in opened. The sound of heels on the ground came into her ears, but instead of just one pair, there were two...
“Here she is! What do you think?” She heard Mistress Bella say.
“Oh Bella, she is just perfect.” A second voice said with a female American accent. The heels coming closer to her, Amy felt a smooth hand slowly trace over her body, going around her hips lightly. “She's just what you were looking for!”
“Amy?” Mistress Bella said.
“Yes, Mistress?” Amy replied, shuddering as the hand travelled down between her thighs, lightly brushing her used cunt.
“Say hello, to Kayla. My wife.” Amy felt a warm kiss on her as thick lips kissed her, making her moan slightly.
“Hello, Mistress Kayla.” Amy felt a sharp slap of her thick arse cheek and let out a gasp.
“Oh no, girlie,” Kayla spoke close to her ear. Bella might be your Mistress, but I'm just Kayla to you.”
“Yes, Kayla. Sorry, Kayla.” Amy said as her Mistress' wife released her hold of her. She felt hands undoing the blindfolded behind her head, it dropped and her eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Before her stood Mistress Bella, wearing a latex outfit, it covered her upper half except leaving her arms exposed and her large cleavage baring out. The outfit coming down as a unitard to cover her delicate areas but leaving her legs and thighs completely expose down to red heels. She had a subtle smile on her face. Amy felt a hand caress her face and in walked her view Kayla. Kayla was a dark skinned woman, her colour that of mocha. She was petite, wearing a professional outfit of a white shirt, a black pencil skirt that opened out to her legs in nylons down to her black heels.
“Hello there,” Kayla said. A bright smile forming across her gorgeous face. Her black hair in a ponytail while she wore thick black rimmed glasses. Amy was staggered by the older woman's beauty, although she was maybe a decade younger than Mistress Bella. “You are a cutie.” She fondled Amy's nude body again, squeezing her nipples and pulling before talking to Mistress Bella stood behind her. “I can already imagine her in so many positions. And outfits! Schoolgirl, cheerleader and secretary! That big ass is made to peek out of short skirts.” With that Kayla came body to body with Amy and her hands reached around to touch her arse, jiggling her thick cheeks.
“Now, honey,” Mistress Bella stared. “Don't get ahead of yourself. This slut will need A LOT of training before she is even ready for you. Let me show you something.” Mistress Bella walked up and reached up to Amy's restraints on her wrists, undoing them and freeing her to drop down. Bella grabbed her arm and spun her around; a square padded platform was raised off the ground about to stomach level. Bella tapped the platform, “Up you go, slut!” which Amy quickly complied to and clambered up. She felt her head being shoved down into the padding and her waist being raised up into the air. She felt a swift smack on behind and yelped, “Legs open, girlie! Always remember we like to see those legs wide and exposed whenever you are presenting to us!” Kayla said to her.
Amy looked up; she finally saw the room she had spent the past hour in. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; it was a room lit by unseen neon lights emitting from the crevices of the black padded walls. All over the room were dotted bondage furniture with cages, stocks, a wheel with bindings. All this in front of the back wall, an arsenal of sexual weaponry all hanging on this wall. Paddles, whips, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs all of varying shapes sizes. Amy was barely able to comprehend the place she was in as her legs were opened for her, spreading out her pussy and butthole to Mistress Bella and Kayla. She felt hands open up her arse cheeks and her pussy quivered in the exposure she was in. She felt a dainty finger trace her arsehole, “Oh wow, this is a complete anal virgin we have. Isn't it honey?”
“My little slave here has a long way to go as you can see. Don't worry though darling, by the time you get your hands on her, that arse will take anything!” Amy gulped, she had never even thought of having her arse penetrated before. She then felt fingers touch her pussy lips. “Look at this slut, she wet already.” Mistress Bella said.
“Don't be harsh honey, I'm getting wet too just look at her.” The fingers opened her pussy wider, Amy's clit being exposed. “Look at those lips, such a sweet looking pussy. Are you sure I have to wait?” Kayla said to her wife.
“Yes! I'm not giving you to some useless street whore. No, Amy is going to earn the right to even look at your beautiful pussy.” She heard her Mistress and her wife kiss and just held position, gazing at the dungeon she was in. “Now, let's get her upstairs and sign her contract.”
***
Amy sat completely naked on a rug in a room of the house that was small. A short table was in front of her, barely above ankle height. In front of her sat Kayla in one of the two chairs opposite the table, her nylon clad legs crossed in front of Amy. She had explained to Amy how her and Mistress Bella met. A business trip turned into a new life for her when she met Mistress Bella, although Kayla herself enjoyed BDSM, it was not a lifestyle for her which Mistress Bella respected and thus they dated romantically until marriage. Amy was still shy about her nudity around the clothed woman, but when she had tried to hide her breasts from her, Kayla threatened to tell Mistress Bella. Kayla did not have a domineering side to her, she talked to Amy like she was a pet, barely even acknowledging her nudity apart from telling her to turn around and show her holes to her again.
The door opened and in strode Mistress Bella, Amy straightening herself up to please the dominant. She placed down a sheet of paper and a pen on the table in front of Amy before taking the seat next to her wife. “Now Amy, I want you to carefully read this. There truly is no going back after.” Mistress Bella warned Amy. Coming close to the table, Amy read the contract with a large M.A.S.S printed on the top left of the page:
The submissive (Amy) hereby declares that in signing this contract, officially adjudicated under terms agreed to by the Modern Association of Sexual Slavery (henceforth referred to as M.A.S.S), that she signs away all ownership of my mind and body over to the dominant (Mistress Bella). Upon signing the submissive (Amy) subsequently agrees to these terms:
Her entire body is now property of the dominant (Mistress Bella). That in turn allows Mistress Bella full rights to decide how Amy may eat, sleep, live and have sex unless ownership is revoked. Furthermore, any decisions regarding body modifications (tattoos, piercings, cosmetic surgery) are all within the remit of the dominant (Mistress Bella) to decide.
The dominant (Mistress Bella) exclusively may decide all sexual partners that the submissive (Amy) may have relations with.
The submissive (Amy) no longer has autonomous control of her life. Her dominant (Mistress Bella) holds all control, at all times.
The submissive (Amy) signs over all her financial capital to her dominant (Mistress Bella) and agrees to remove all contact from all family and friends hereafter.
