Thank you to @CoupleInExile who wrote the thorough slave contract that guided me in writing this piece.
When C starts a lesbian affair her husband has to choose between fighting for her or accepting her offer to feminise him. As a long time crossdresser he chooses to become Ffion. C's affair with Jenny deepens but she still has a place in her heart for Ffion. The lovers tempt Ffion with a life of submission as their house keeper. The intensity of their relationships grows; C and Jenny are had over heels in love with each other, the two lovers and their submissive housekeeper grow a different kind of love. When someone jokingly asks if Ffion is their slave an idea is born and Ffion is guided along the path to slavery.
This story is about how that chance remark became Ffion's reality.
Ffion woke under a rough blanket on the sofa in the barn. Around her was a shower of petals. The barn was a mess with the detritus of a wild party. In front of her were the chairs where Miss C and Miss Jenny had sat the evening before, when she had knelt in front of them in supplication, where she had given away her freedom. Looking further down the barn she saw the makeshift stage in front of the timbers where she had hung in pain. The pain in her body reminded her of that awful experience, moaning and writhing in agony while the party danced and drank and celebrated. She had humiliated herself, degraded herself, destroyed herself in front of all of those people. In their eyes she was no longer a person worthy of respect, she was abject, she was nothing, she was a slave.
The last thing Ffion remembered was recovering on the sofa in Miss C and Miss Jenny's arms. She must have fallen asleep and her Mistresses, no, her Owners had carried on partying, then gone to bed, snug in each others arms in the warm cottage. Ffion thought about their bodies entwined together and smiled to herself.
Miss C had been Ffion's partner for many years but that was a different time and Ffion had been a different person, even a different gender. C had a new love now. She was head over heels in love with Jenny, a strong artistic woman, whose strength had fortified C. C had toyed with her partner, openly talking about her new lover, talking about how good sex was with a woman, how happy she was, how she was making a new future. C's partner faced a choice, lose C forever or join them. But this was no offer to join them as an equal. The offer was to join them as their servant, as a crossdressing submissive, as Ffion And Ffion had thrived under C's emotionally cruel domination and Jenny's brutal sadistic domination. The two lovers fed off each others abuse of Ffion and Ffion's love for them both grew as she watched C growing in confidence and stature under Jenny's love and encouragement. Just to be allowed to share in C and Jenny's joy as they feel deeper and deeper in love with each other made Ffion's heart soar. Their cruel attention was life affirming for Ffion; the further C and Jenny pushed Ffion, the more Ffion wanted to submit to their will. When C and Jenny decided to marry they made a public declaration of their love and when they suggested Ffion might like to become their slave, she seized the chance to declare her devotion to them.
At first, the concept of slavery was a vague idea the three of them shared, unformed and uncertain how it would differ from their current living arrangements. But C was nothing if not thorough. If she was going to enslave her soon to be ex husband, she would do it properly. In a brainstorming day with her daughter, Ffion and Jenny they had explored the idea of slavery, how they would make it work and crucially, the need to make it irrevocable. Slowly the ideas crystallised and, with help from three unexpected sources, the prospect of true, inescapable slavery came to fruition. Ffion may be excited at the idea now, but they had to ensure that once the novelty wore off she would not be able to regain her freedom. Two acquaintances with contacts at the heart of the British establishment offered the prospect of secretive state organs helping to keep Ffion enslaved. A group of white witches offered a dose of ancient magic and psychological terror to make Ffion fear freedom. Most powerfully of all, Catryn, C's daughter, and child of Ffion's former existence, guaranteed that she would betray the creature her father was about to become. On the day that Ffion came to her senses and desired freedom she would realise there was no escape; on that day she would truly be a slave.
But as today was the first day since she was enslaved, Ffion was still entranced by her slavery. She fingered the heavy collar and smiled. She was a slave. Not just any slave but a slave owned by C and Jenny. Oh what joy!
Ffion was still wearing her corset and knickers. She wrapped the blanket around herself and padded through the cool early morning light onto the cottage. In her room she found one of the guests asleep in her bed. She tiptoed around, gathered some clothes and went to shower. She struggled out of the corset and dissolved her aches and pains in the warm flow. She dried then dressed in floral white knickers, a white padded plunge bra, a white cotton top and a thigh length red skirt. Her makeup was plain and subtle and her hair was in a pony tail. Some flat shoes and she was ready for her first day of subjugation.
The house wasn't too badly messed up but there were people sleeping off their revelries in most rooms. She took a dustbin bag and compost bin then went out to the barn. Empty bottles were ushered towards the recycling, half eaten plates of food went into the compost bin, glasses and plates were marshalled for washing in a large plastic create. Slowly order crept out from amidst the chaos.
Ffion carried the crate of dirty dishes into the kitchen. She put the kettle on to make a cup of tea then started loading the dishwasher. She set the machine to work, made herself some tea in her favourite cup, then ran hot water into the sink ready to hand wash some of the more delicate crocks. Ffion didn't hear C enter the room behind her.
"What the fuck do you think this is?" shouted C, anger etched onto every line in the face.
Startled, Ffion turned and stammered, "I've started clearing up Miss C."
"I can see what you're doing. I'm not an idiot. But you haven't explained what this is," screeched C, pointing at the tea Ffion had made for herself.
"It's tea Miss. Shall I make you one?"
"Don't try to get around me. Of course you will make me tea once you've explained what this is."
"It's just tea Miss C."
C picked up the cup, poured the tea into the sink then swung a blow at Ffion. The cup smashed against the side of Ffion's head and she fell back reeling, clutching the side of her face as blood oused between her fingers.
"Let that be a lesson to you, slave," shouted C. "Now clean that mess up, bring us tea and stop bleeding on the fucking floor."
C stalked off back up the stairs leaving Ffion with a throbbing head and feeling aghast. She quickly put the kettle on and set a tea tray for two. She cleared to broken crockery and washed the tea and blood off the floor. Once the tea was made she took the tray upstairs. On the landing she met Catryn who was on the way to the bathroom. She looked at the bruise and cut on Ffion's face.
" What happened to you?"
"Your mum, I mean my Mistress, I mean my Owner."
"Good stuff," laughed Catryn. "You'd better get used to your new life, she did say if you became her slave she'd do a proper job."
Ffion's lips started to quiver and tears welled up. She opened the door to the master bedroom and took the tea in. Catryn stepped behind her.
"Proud of you mum. Start as you mean to go on."
Catryn carried on towards the bathroom, giggling to herself. Jenny looked at Ffion then smiled at C.
"Look at her tears. This is going to be so much fun."
C smiled back, "I know. We're holding the heart and soul of our slave. You helped me get here, to a place were I'm capable of such a monstrous act. I love you for it."
