Some time after Chelsea received her collar, Lisa's next-door neighbor, Hannah, was visiting in the garden. Hannah sat across from Lisa, while Wendy, Lisa's indentured maid, poured tea and served delicate sugar cookies.
The house belonged to Lisa's fiancé, Tyler. Lisa had often visited the island as his girlfriend, then, sooner than expected, moved in. Once there, Lisa made the place her own--decorating, hosting gatherings, and overseeing the indentured housegirls.
Hannah gazed across the table. She admired Lisa's cute face, framed by light brown hair that fell just past her collarbones. Slightly shorter than average, with a slim build, Lisa's face and figure mirrored the striking beauty of the indentured girls. From the moment Tyler introduced them, Hannah had felt an undeniable attraction.
The attraction was mutual, and Lisa openly reciprocated. She found a satisfaction with female friends that Tyler couldn't provide, even with their housegirls. Tyler was aware of this and never objected.
The desire between them went beyond the physical; it was intellectual and emotional, intense and insistent. Hannah, with her elegance, education, and constant reading, captivated Lisa. Lisa, in turn, met her with deep fascination. Their mutual infatuation soon blossomed into obsession, taking root in each other's fantasies.
Hannah could be direct, and they sometimes explored dynamics of control. Both found the exchange of power to be profoundly beautiful. Though they had indentured housegirls who obeyed orders, negotiating power between romantic equals offered a completely different kind of eroticism. It proved overwhelming for both of them.
Taller than Lisa, Hannah's full bust and slim, curvaceous form drew admiration from both genders. She carried a natural, educated confidence, with considerable refinement woven through the complex workings of her mind. Clear blue eyes pierced beneath flowing, shoulder-length black hair. Her magnetic presence was sensitive and assertive. Brilliant and self-assured, Hannah knew how to take control.
A middle-class girl, Lisa had elevated her social standing through her association with Tyler. Hannah felt a natural dominance.
Hannah loved seeing Lisa follow her instructions. Though the power dynamic between them had not progressed far, Lisa's obedience ignited a deep, overwhelming desire in her--emotionally, physically, and sexually. With her sharp and intricate mind, Hannah would take control, driven by an awakening hunger.
"Sit down. Drink your coffee." The intonation was a playful tease, but Lisa, who was otherwise dominant, would invariably comply and follow.
The setting, with housegirls nearby ready to obey either of them, only intensified the exchange.
They had even played with a pet collar. They would, of course, never go near the "real" collars worn by indentured girls. Indenture collars never came off. This was an ordinary leather collar with a buckle, which Hannah had purchased on impulse from a pet store on one of her trips.
When Hannah returned and visited Lisa, she simply held the collar out. Without hesitation or a word, Lisa put it on, buckling it with some help from Hannah. They exchanged a gaze in silence. To Hannah, Lisa looked like a beautiful new indenture. The moment was sensual and erotic.
After a few minutes, Hannah removed the collar. They continued their visit, saying nothing about it. Hannah gave the collar to Lisa, and Lisa kept it.
Hannah craved seeing Lisa in that collar again. The desire often grew so intense it felt painful. She'd replayed the scenario countless times while her housegirls brought her to climax.
Across the table, Hannah's gaze wandered, conjuring an image of Lisa wearing a collar now--specifically, an indentured one.
Hannah had also, rarely, allowed Lisa to take control. Unexpectedly, Hannah had found her body reacting hungrily as her inner grip slipped, overcome by a kind of trance. Each time, Hannah had gone home to masturbate fiercely, alone, not wanting her housegirls to see her in such a submissive state.
Much later, she wondered if Lisa adopted an obedient attitude most of the time just to make those moments more intense.
Hannah looked around the garden. To her disappointment, Lisa's collar was nowhere in sight.
Lisa's maid, Wendy, was being very careful not to spill or break protocol, glancing nervously at Hannah. She wore a knee-length dress with buckle shoes and white socks that came up to her calves. Hannah smiled at the outfit and watched Wendy closely.
This was the first Hannah had seen Wendy with any clothes on at all. Lisa liked to use clothing as a privilege to be earned, not a right.
Since the inception of indenture programs, during the Collapse, it had been customary for indentures to receive their collars while naked. This established the appropriate relationship with the sponsor and symbolized a rebirth into a more subservient existence. Traditionally, indentures would be given their collars along with new clothes; however, when Lisa joined Tyler on the island, she rejected this convention.
Lisa required new indentures to remain nude until she deemed they had formed a proper bond.
Even after a girl earned permission to wear clothes, Lisa would frequently strip her. Misbehavior or inattentiveness would invariably result in the girl remaining nude until she fell back into line. When introducing a housegirl to someone new, Lisa also preferred the girl to be nude.
Lisa liked her housegirls to strip when serving guests. Hannah glanced at Wendy.
It had taken weeks for Lisa to provide Wendy anything to wear. Hannah didn't know why this girl needed more time than the others, but frequent visits allowed Hannah to see the effect on her. Extremely shy from the start, Wendy's constant nudity was a predicament that even less reserved girls would find humiliating. Over time, Wendy's behavior became more and more submissive.
Hannah had never seen a girl required to remain naked for so long. She scanned Wendy slowly, wondering if she was wearing panties.
Wendy placed the teapot down and stood awkwardly beside the table, hands at her sides and head bowed. Lisa's girls were impeccably behaved.
Lisa had been raised in the middle class, without the luxury of indentures. Most middle-class girls would have struggled. Even the idea of servants and submission was uncomfortable for them. In contrast, elite women often found it easy to take on the role. Their upbringing instilled in them the necessary attitude.
Despite her modest background, Lisa was exceptionally adept with indentures. Refined psychological control was social currency on the island, and Lisa excelled at it. She leaned into her role, breaking boundaries and taboos with the boldness of an outsider. Hannah admired Lisa's lack of inhibition in bringing Tyler's indentures to heel.
Hannah knew that, on the day Lisa had moved into Tyler's house, Lisa had summoned the housegirls to the front hall and ordered them to strip naked.
The command was met with general disbelief. The girls hesitated, incredulous, but Lisa had brought Tyler and two of the movers to ensure compliance. Three large, muscular men stood by, ready to assist. Disbelief among the housegirls quickly gave way to embarrassment.
The first girl showed the most reluctance. She was spanked by the movers as they helped her out of her clothes. The movers then held her while Lisa turned her ass red with a strap. The rest of the girls undressed themselves.
Lisa kept Tyler's housegirls naked throughout the day, punishing any slight misstep with a spanking. She spent extensive time with each girl, conducting interviews while they stood nude before her. During her frequent visits to the Island, the girls had seen hints of Lisa's assertive nature, but this was unlike anything they had anticipated.
By the end of the day, Lisa had identified who was subservient, who was willful, who was shy, and who was less so. Over the following weeks, she brought the girls under complete control, pressing each one's buttons as gently as possible but as firmly as needed, until they were in a constant state of not only submission, but also arousal.
None of the Island's residents had ever seen anything like this. On the Island, as elsewhere, indentures were taken to bed and subjected to their sponsors' whims, but that was considered a private matter. Spankings and other forms of discipline were administered quietly and only when absolutely necessary. In public, indentures were treated like any other servants.
At first, the residents were shocked by Lisa's behavior, but it didn't take long for them to adjust, as they watched Lisa's housegirls blossom into the most submissive, obedient, and, somehow, the most beautiful on the Island.
Lisa's protocols and practices ignited the community's latent perversions. Norms began to shift. For years, a repressed current had simmered beneath the surface, surfacing only in private or at small, discreet gatherings. Now, it emerged, open and normalized. Indentures were kept on leashes, disciplined and bound in public, made to strip.
Lisa became a prominent figure in the community. Hannah, ever literate, flattered Lisa with comparisons to historical women who broke through old ways of thinking, overcame humble beginnings, and shaped their era.
Hannah looked Wendy up and down. She had seen Wendy frequently during her bonding period. Wendy had always looked like she wanted to run and hide.
Wendy had even attempted to run away, as new indentures sometimes did.
Of course, Wendy couldn't escape. Even if they hadn't been on an island, her indenture collar tracked her.
There was an indigenous community on the opposite end of the island. Among the disheveled houses, shops, and restaurants, a few makeshift offices stood in for a local government. Wendy managed to reach this area on foot, begging for asylum. As always, the local police returned the escaped indenture, claiming their reward.
Hannah couldn't fathom why indentures sometimes tried to run away. There was no escape, and they knew that they would be punished. Whatever drove Wendy and others to attempt an escape was overwhelming and primal, bypassing the rational mind.
When the police brought Wendy back, she was wearing clothes stolen from Lisa's wardrobe. Lisa took her to the public square in front of the center house and administered the deserved reprimand. Hannah had been there, watching with the other residents as Wendy stood, nude, stretching her arms high above her head, trying to stay still and loudly counting the strokes from Lisa's strap.
