Emma glanced around the bank's lobby. Aside from herself, and the two tellers behind the counter, one a woman, the other a man, it was empty. Emma remembered it had been a day like this, in her own branch of this bank, when they had been raided. Her memories of that day remained a little vague, but whenever she thought back a tingle always ran through her body. Both her, and her fellow employee, Mike, had been granted extended leave after the incident to recover. Mike had apparently disappeared off on a cruise with his wife, who, rumour had it, was enjoying new aspects of her husband. Emma had been glad of the break from the rather tedious job but had rather been at a loss what to do with it. In the end she had come back to the seaside town she had visited as a girl. It had changed a great deal since she then and the town was now jammed with night clubs attracting numerous hen and stag parties each weekend.

Emma was attractive with curves men seemed to be drawn to. Since the raid she had let her red hair grow longer and all that seemed to do was bring her more compliments. As a result she had found it straightforward to have some free and easy sex on the beach down here with men she had picked up in night clubs. Yet, despite the passion, each of those encounters just left her unsatisfied and she felt driven to find another one the following evening.

Emma glanced idly out of the window to the street beyond, barely able to keep her attention on checking her bank balance at the cashpoint machine. A couple of lithe, blonde-haired women dressed in skimpy teeshirts and shorts walked by and Emma found herself following them with her eyes. Increasingly she was wondering if she was becoming attracted to women; blondes in particular. Part of her was sure it went back to the day of the heist. She had received a whole range of conflicting explanations for what had happened that day, some people had said she had been exposed to some gas that had made her black out, others that it had been an electronic device.

Emma knew that whatever had been used to hold up the back had shifted her tastes quite a bit as a result. Not only did she now find herself admiring the sleek lines of women she saw, especially when dressed the way many of them were at the seaside, but she discovered her own clothing tastes had changed too. She had found herself buying shiny leather boots which she was rarely to be parted from; she now also wore shorts, though often concealed beneath jeans or a skirt. Beyond that, from somewhere had come the desire to wear shiny black shorts. Each time she got ready to go out, there came the seductive temptation to dress in her shorts and boots, but so far she had resisted these urges telling herself it did not do to appear too slutty. However, she was coming to realise that she would not be able to resist those temptations forever.

Emma suddenly found herself sniffing the air. She felt as if her senses had been woken up with a start. She turned to see the source of the delicious scent and felt as if the world around her was slowing down. Then she caught something glistening in the corner of her eye. A whole series of new sensations began to fill her mind. She had an overwhelming feeling of completeness and, with it, the need to obey. Emma felt truly blessed as if the most important person in her life had just reappeared. She stood frozen and speechless as her mind and body reeled to cope with the thoughts and sensations that were filling them. As her eyes focused she saw a woman dressed in the tightest, shiniest black PVC dress and leather boots that stretched to her thighs. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back. Buried memories began resurfacing and Emma began to understand what had been the source of her new perspective on things. She had no idea where she knew the name from, but in that instant she knew this was Mistress Cassandra.

Emma looked to check that Mistress Cassandra's two pets followed her, led by leashes running to their collars. As she saw the pair of sexy young women, one cornfield blonde, the other a strawberry blonde, with their submissive postures and their adoring eyes, Emma felt such jealousy. She drank in every inch of them, from the shiny knee-length boots so like her own, through the so-tight PVC shorts that she wished she had the courage to wear to their naked breasts, swaying gently as they stepped, and the collars that proved that each was truly what Emma now realised she wished she could be for real: a slave of Mistress Cassandra. As Cassandra reached the window in front of the female teller, whose expression showed how astounded she was, the two slaves fell to their knees and began stroking their mistress's slippery boots in adoration.

From where she stood, as if rooted to the spot, Emma could not hear what Mistress Cassandra was saying to the bank employee. Suddenly though she caught a buzzing sensation in her ears, too high pitched to be truly audible. Yet in that moment, Emma found her head filled with such erotic thoughts; so submissive thoughts. Her mind welcomed the return to this state of being it had been denied these past weeks. So easily it remembered the delicious feel of submitting to Mistress and the desire to prove her servitude to Cassandra. Now, Emma found herself walking forwards knowing her place was with the slaves at Mistress's feet.

Emma chided herself, remembering Mistress's question about how sluts dressed properly. She knew she had been denying herself; she had been denying Mistress too and for that she was a bad slave who had to make recompense. Quickly Emma shed her blouse and released her full breasts from their bra. In moments she was sliding from the loose canvas trousers she wore. Now the tight shorts below were exposed. How she wished they were as shiny as those of Mistress Cassandra's other slaves, but then again the black suede had its own sensuality and the shiny leather boots matched those of Cassandra's pets.

Emma walked from the pile of clothes, feeling growing excitement with every step she took towards the woman who owned her. The two slaves made no complaint as she slid to the floor beside them and began stroking Mistress's shiny boots, inattentive to what she was saying to the people behind the counter. Emma felt so pleased that she was now properly able to fulfil her true function. She understood that this was the best day of her life as she recognised that only to serve was to really exist.

Mistress Cassandra looked down at Emma and she hoped her gaze in return reflected the adoration she felt. Emma was feeling light-headed as she drew in the delicious scent of her owner's perfume.

"Hello?" Cassandra spoke in a tone one would use for a kitten that wandered curiously on to your lap.

"Mistress. How may i serve you?"

"Well, well, what a nice surprise. I remember you. I suppose one can't keep working in this way without throwing up a few new recruits. And one so clearly dedicated; I bet you wish you had some nice shiny shorts and a collar too, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I am Cassandra's fucktoy; You are my owner, my goddess."

Cassandra gave a mercurial smile. "Wonderful. Well, such loyalty must be rewarded. You'll be a welcome addition, my ... Scarlett. That is your name, my slave, your only name."

"Thank you, Mistress." Scarlett bent to kiss the tip of Mistress's boot.

"Now, Amber, Rosa," Cassandra spoke to her other slaves, "go to the side door there and a wait, a little later the nice slut will let you in and give you some wonderful bags of money."

"Yes, Mistress." The pair responded in unison.

Cassandra released the leashes from the two women's collars and wrapped them around her forearm for safekeeping. The pair stood and went round to the door to be let behind the counter. Without orders, Scarlett stayed at her owner's feet, only dimly aware of the protests of the male voice and then that they began to fade.

"Wait here, Scarlett." Mistress Cassandra ordered.

Scarlett felt a little bereft as Mistress stepped away from her. However, it was no longer in her to disobey. She watched with interest as the two tellers emerged from behind the counter and proceeded to strip off their clothing. Scarlett knew they were being taken over by Mistress and relished watching the sexual acts they would be commanded to carry out. In less than a minute, the female teller, much the same age as Scarlett herself, but with deep black hair, was on her knees caressing the male's hard cock with her tongue until he spurted deep into her throat. Scarlett somehow knew that that would make him powerless to disobey Mistress and in turn would prove to the woman how much she was in Cassandra's control. Scarlett did not feel bad for the female as she was sure that Amber and Rosa would provide her with her own reward once she had complied with Mistress's instructions.

Suddenly there was the sound of sirens and even Scarlett felt compelled to turn away from the action being choreographed by Mistress. Outside she could see two police cars pull up wailing and splashing blue flickering light all over the inside of the bank. British police did not habitually carry firearms, but dimly Scarlett knew that with a bank heist armed response could not be far behind and she looked to Mistress with concern.

Cassandra's face gave no indication of worry. She quietly gave a series of orders. The two tellers fell to rolling on the floor, coupling frantically as if each was trying to physically absorb the other. As they began chanting 'I am Cassandra's fucktoy', Scarlett felt her own excitement grow. Her pussy was getting wet and she wished she could call out her devotion to Mistress too. Meanwhile Amber and Rosa were ordered from their positions and disappeared behind the counter presumably to grab cash.

"Scarlett." Mistress Cassandra called. "Stand."

Scarlett snapped to attention, eager to serve Mistress in whatever way she could.

"I know you love the clothes you are wearing, but I need you to act a part for me. You must do a couple of things to please me. First you must dress in those dull clothes over there on the floor. Then, if anyone asks you have to pretend you don't know me, even that you are a little scared of me. You're going to be my hostage. What name did you use when you first came to the bank today?"

"Erm." The memories were distant, it all seemed so strange to try to think back to before.

"Don't worry, Scarlett, if anyone asks, call yourself Mary Redman. It's only for now; it's just a game. If you do it right, they'll be that lovely collar and those oh-so-tight shiny shorts ready just for you."

"Yes, Mistress, of course."

Cassandra smiled. "No, you must not call me 'mistress' for now, that's part of the game too, don't use any name for me. Okay?"

Scarlett nodded. She was reluctant to dress in the clothes on the floor and especially to pretend no longer to be Mistress's slave, but she knew it was not her right to question what Cassandra decided and besides this was such a good opportunity to prove her obedience. She guessed it must be some kind of test. Now she did not hesitate but crossed to the abandoned clothes. Soon she was back in the bra, blouse and trousers. She was just doing up the last button on the blouse when a telephone on the counter rang. Mistress, Scarlett, corrected herself, the woman, looked at it and waited for it to ring three times before picking it up.

"Thank you, Inspector. I have three hostages, they are unharmed, but they are my insurance. I want a car with a full tank of fuel out the front in thirty minutes and passage out of the town unhindered. I have the equipment to know if I am being tracked; any attempts of that kind violates the agreement. If I receive what I request I will let you have two hostages in return. If I reach my destination without trouble I will leave you the remaining one in the car. There is no negotiation. Listen to one of the hostages, she'll show you I am for real."

Cassandra gestured to Scarlett to come over and take the receiver.

"Walk as close to the main window as you can, there's a decent length of cable. I want them to see you."

Scarlett obeyed, then as she got as close to the main window as she could, nervously, she spoke.

"Hello?"

"This is Inspector Heath, Dave. What's your name, love?"

"Erm, Mary, Mary Redman." Scarlett replied hesitantly.

"Are you alright Mary?"

"Mmm, yes, but she's taken me hostage."

"Has she got a gun? Mary, just say yes or no."

"Erm, yes, no, she's got something, a black box; she's done something to the man and woman here, the ones who work in the bank."

"Mary, are they injured?"

Scarlett glanced back at the pair on the floor oblivious to the developments around them. For the moment she worried the policeman would hear their grunted assertions that they were Cassandra's fucktoys, but it did not seem to be the case.

"No, I don't think so, but they're on the floor."

"Okay. You're going to be alright, Mary, reassure the others if you can. We'll soon have you out of there."

Cassandra gestured for Scarlett to hand back the receiver; she obeyed as urgently as Mistress's signal implied.

"That's enough." Cassandra said gruffly down the telephone faking more tension than was actually the case. "She's fine, but don't think she's not disposable. I am armed, not with the kind of weaponry you bullyboys are used to, but something just as effective, believe it. I'll speak to you in twenty-eight minutes."

Cassandra returned the receiver to the cradle then reached down to rip the phone cable from the wall. She smiled broadly at Scarlett.

"Excellent my pet, you performed perfectly. Now for the next stage. Come."

Cassandra walked behind the counter and Scarlett followed. Amber and Rosa had opened the door into the corridor stretching into the back of the bank and each stood with a bag Scarlett knew must contain numerous banknotes. Some shards of metal protruded from the doors along the corridor and from behind one of them Scarlett could hear muffled shouts. She looked up apprehensively at the closed circuit camera that covered the corridor. Cassandra noticed her gaze.

"Oh, don't worry about that. The more I do this kind of job the better my tools become. They were all blacked out the moment I stepped into the bank." She held up her small black controller and tapped it, smiling with a pleased air. "It's amazing how many people will gather around a blank screen trying to get it working again rather than going to see what's caused the breakdown. Right, you three delightful slaves, just wait here, I have just one last thing to put in place."

Scarlett stood as directed and watched Mistress walk briskly back along the corridor, feeling so proud that she was the slave of such a capable woman.

"My fucktoys, stand. I need you to perform."

Through the doorway Scarlett could see the two tellers clambering to their feet, reluctant to let go of each other though they were coated in sweat and the juices brought forth from their coupling. Cassandra directed them to the window, staying back herself, Scarlett guessed, to keep out of the sights of any sharpshooters. In moments the two were at the window. The woman stood with her naked back pressed against it as her fellow employee piled into her trying to seek some release, the both of them driven to screw for the glory of Mistress Cassandra and no doubt making a distracting decoy for any police outside. Mistress walked back quickly but without a sense of urgency. Scarlett looked on in wonder at Mistress's abilities in being so in command of the situation.

"Come, my kittens, this way."

Cassandra opened a door and led the trio up a flight of stairs. She brought them to a fire exit. Though the warning on it said that it was alarmed, Cassandra opened it without setting anything off. Scarlett followed and found herself on the roof of the bank at the back. Previously she would have been rather uneasy at walking around this many floors off the ground, but Mistress's presence filled her with confidence.

Scarlett looked down the fire escape and saw another police car parked to block the exit from the narrow road than ran along the back of the bank and neighbouring shops. Cassandra stopped for a moment, pointed her black box down to the street and then numerous car alarms sprung into life. Scarlett saw the two policemen look round, startled, and run away from the bank to see the cause of the commotion. Cassandra, however, did not even give them a second glance. She led her three slaves to edge of the bank roof. For a moment Scarlett wondered if she would command them all to jump over to the next roof along. However, she pressed a barely visible button on the control panel and Scarlett saw a sheet of rigid metal slowly unwinding from the roof opposite. It was narrow, but certainly wide enough to carry them over in single file. In less than two minutes it had bridged the gap.

"Amber, Rosa, over." Cassandra ordered.

The two barely clothed slaves sauntered across the sheet. Scarlett felt a little apprehensive, even when she noticed it was coated with a rough surface to help her feet keep their grip.

"Scarlett, look at me, come to me."

"Yes, Mistress."

Scarlett obeyed and focused her eyes on Cassandra's face. As she ran her gaze over the features she was reminded that this was the most beautiful human she had ever seen and that she felt so special, so privileged, to have been chosen to be her slave. Scarlett wondered if she was truly worthy and knew she had to work as hard as she could to obey every command that came from Mistress's perfect lips.

"Well done." Mistress said.

Rather bemused Scarlett looked around her and found she was now on the roof of the shop having been oblivious to her walk across the gap from the top of the bank. She stepped off the metal bridge and watched as it withdrew into the machine there, leaving the impassable gap between them and the scene of the heist.

"No time for sight-seeing." Cassandra said and strode off along the flat roof that covered a whole parade of shops.

Finally the four of them reached a door. Cassandra produced a key and in moments they were descending down a dark stairwell, the sound of their boot heels echoing in the enclosed space. Scarlett gave little thought to where she was going or what would happen when she arrived. Those concerns now meant nothing to her, her sole focus was serving and obeying Mistress and that gave her a real sense that her life had really started.

After descending a couple of floors Cassandra led them out into a multi-storey car park and headed to a large people carrier with heavily tinted windows, the preferred mode of transport of many of the DJs who came to do sets in the town. As she closed on it, the vehicle's lights flickered into life. Though Cassandra still did not seem flustered, Scarlett could sense a degree of triumph in her final few steps.

"Not so fast." A voice called from the car park's shadows.

The four women turned in the direction of the sound and moments later a surprisingly young security guard, clad in the car park company's livery, emerged.

"I had the call." He nodded to the walkie-talkie on his belt. "They've closed the road out there because the police have got the bank surrounded. There's a robbery. Al told me the rumour was it was some female gang dressed like strippers. I didn't believe him, but it looks like he was right."

"Well, you've caught us." Cassandra said coyly, walking slowly towards the man.

"Yes, erm, come with me. I'm doing a citizen's arrest." The security guard stated hesitantly.

Then the man seemed to stop, as if he had lost his train of thought. Scarlett imagined that Cassandra's perfume, laced powerfully with pheromones, was beginning to wash over him.

"What's your name?" Cassandra asked in a sultry voice.

"Erm, er, Steve."

"Steve, well, you're going to be the hero of the town. You see that nice young lady there."

Cassandra gestured towards Scarlett. Steve nodded dully.

"Well, she's a hostage, and you're her rescuer; her white knight on his charger, with his long lance, ready to lift her on your steed for a ride."

Cassandra shot Scarlett a crafty smile and she realised what Mistress was aiming for her to do. Scarlett stepped forward, looking down demurely, as if shy. Deep within her though was a rising passion to mount this man, knowing that she would be doing it at Cassandra's instigation.

"This is Mary and she's very grateful that you've freed her. Isn't that so Mary?"

"Yes, erm, yes." Scarlett tried to get into the role Cassandra was casting for her.

"That sounds good doesn't it Steve?"

The young security guard could only nod. Whilst Cassandra spoke softly to him, his eyes were drinking in the vision of Scarlett.

"Steve have you got somewhere quiet where Mary can show you her appreciation?"

"Uh-huh, the office's empty."

"Well, what are you waiting for, Steve? Take Mary there now, she can't wait, can you Mary?"

"No, no I can't." Scarlett responded quickly, getting a little more into her role.

On cue, Scarlett stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve pulling him firmly against her excited breasts and closing her lips on his. Steve did not struggle and let Scarlett's tongue thrust into his mouth. Scarlett felt that his cock was already hard and she knew it was only partly due to Mistress's scent.

Scarlett put her lips close to Steve's ear. "Steve, thank you, thank you for saving me." She said breathlessly realising how turned on she was getting thinking what she was about to do, and above all, for whom.

The two locked in an embrace again and Scarlett enjoyed the man's probing fingers running up and down her back and cupping her bum, pulling her so close to him. Her tongue entwined with his once more. Then she pulled free. Quickly she glanced around, but there was no sign of Cassandra or her vehicle. Maybe she would have felt a degree of loss, but her thoughts and body reminded her that she had a task assigned by Mistress and she needed to complete it.

"You said something about an office; somewhere a little more private."

"Sure, sure." Steve replied.

The security man seemed a little reluctant to break the passion but the promise that he was going to get something better persuaded him to lead Scarlett the short way to the security office. Once in, Scarlett pushed Steve on the desk and kicked the door closed with her boot heel. She shoved the chair out of the way with a force that had to suggest she was hungry to couple with Steve. She quickly shed her blouse and bra and held up her breasts for Steve to sample. He ran his hands over them eagerly and Scarlett felt instant pleasure run through her. Distantly she imagined that being enslaved by Mistress made her more sexually sensitive. Releasing her breasts, Scarlett spread Steve's legs and went down on her knees. One hand unzipped his cheap work trousers and his cock emerged immediately. She grasped its base with the other hand and ran her tongue over her lips, giving Steve a good indication of what was to come.

Steve seemed to be shuddering with pleasure even before Scarlett's tongue went to work on his hard flesh and she guessed this was the first time he had been blown and certainly by a strange woman throwing herself at him on the day shift. Scarlett had enough experience from her existence as Emma to give good oral sex. Now, though, she just wished it was Mistress's pussy that she was lapping. She reminded herself that it was in the service of Cassandra that she was here. That thought, that she was being used as Mistress's sexual toy so that Cassandra and her slaves could get away, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Scarlett. She was sure that these feelings were transmitted through her tongue that was wrapping around Steve's cock as if it was the last thing keeping her from drowning. Soon Scarlett felt Steve start bucking and she pulled his cock deep into her throat as he began pumping sticky white jism into her. As he subsided she swallowed and licked off the remainder of the salty juice from his slick flesh.

"Fuck me, fuck me man!" Steve swore shaking his head as if trying to throw off the sensation he had felt.

Scarlett correctly read his exclamation as a burst of pleasure rather than a command, but even so, her heated pussy felt hungry and, without delay, she slipped off her trousers and standing pressed her hot suede-clad pussy against Steve's soon re-hardening cock.

"No, fuck me, man." Scarlett said forcefully.

"No need to ask twice." Steve smirked.

With surprising strength the security man lifted Scarlett by the shoulders and lay her flat on the desk. His fingers probed her shorts.

"You've got shorts and boots like those other two? Are you one of them?"

"No, just in training. If I do well here, I become a full member."

Steve seemed to take her response as a joke. "Well, I've got a full member here for you, right now." He chuckled.

The hardness of the desk beneath Scarlett nicely complimented the weight of Steve's reasonably sized cock sliding into her. Her pussy was so wet that there was little friction, but she knew the whole set up was engorging every part of her sex and it was soon tight against Steve's hard flesh. In moments, Scarlett found herself coming and shook and grunted with pleasure. Steve seemed oblivious and continued pile driving into Scarlett until eventually he too was shaken by his climax.

"I am Cassandra's fucktoy." Scarlett said aloud, proudly, but Steve seemed too far gone to notice.

"God, that's good. If I saw this on a porn movie, I wouldn't believe it." Steve's grin stretched right across his face.

Scarlett pulled herself off the desk and in moments was fully back in her trousers, the shorts and boots that gave her away concealed beneath the beige canvas. In a couple of minutes she was restored to her bra and blouse. Distantly she remembered a shoulder bag, but had no idea where it was now; the thought left her quickly, there was no need for it now. Scarlett glanced in the weak reflection of the window. Aside from a rather sweaty complexion nothing showed she had just screwed a stranger she had met only minutes before and, more than that, had done it because her owner had commanded she do so.

Steve's walkie-talkie squawked into life. "Steve, it's Al. It's all over, somehow those strippers got away. Apparently there's a couple of the bank workers shagging in the window. It's going mad down here."

"Well, it's pretty mad what's going on up here too. You wouldn't believe it."

Scarlett was at the door to the stairwell as she heard the last of Steve's words. Now she had no idea what to do, but sensed she should get away from the car park, the bank, this whole part of town. Minutes later Scarlett stepped out on to the pavement. Down the street she could see the police cordon and the numerous vehicles grouped around the bank. The events there now all seemed like a distant memory to her. She started walking away, not certain where she was going, but sure she should put distance between herself and the crime scene.

Scarlett walked briskly, picking streets at random. Then the name Emma came into her mind, but Scarlett had no idea from where. It seemed to chime with some memory which was just out of reach. Then it faded and she began wondering where Mistress was. Scarlett hoped her mistress would come and reclaim her quickly, but then she guessed Cassandra had to get somewhere safe. There seemed to be people after her, though why, Scarlett could not guess at. Then she felt suddenly very tired. Scarlett started heading for a café she spotted across the street, glad that as she reached automatically into the pocket of her trousers she found a purse jammed in there.

Scarlett was about to step off the pavement when a large black people carrier came around the corner and pulled into the kerb. The windows were darkly tinted simply showing her reflection, but then the driver's one slid down smoothly. Inside Scarlett could see Amber's smiling face. Moments later the rear door clicked open. Scarlett needed no instructions to know what to do and she stepped into the welcoming interior of Mistress's minivan. Inside, sprawled on shiny cushions on the floor, lay Rosa and immediately Scarlett ached to lie down beside her was at Mistress's feet. Cassandra was sat back on the wide seat and smiled as Scarlett entered. The door closed quickly behind her and Scarlett felt the vehicle move off, but she gave no thought to where they were going; she was just pleased that it was with Mistress.

"My Scarlett, my perfect slave, did you think I could leave you? You obeyed me so well, even taking care of that grubby little man for me, and now all rewards are yours. Rosa, help Scarlett fully become my slave."

Rosa stood up and moved over to Scarlett who remained where she was, simply quivering and not daring to do anything else. Rosa quickly unbuttoned Scarlett's blouse and was soon consigning it and her bra to the floor. Scarlett knew she was never going to wear either again. Then her trousers were falling away and she stepped out of them, proud to be booted and bare-breasted once more before Mistress. Cassandra smiled her pleasure in return and held up a pair of glossy PVC shorts. Scarlett shuddered as she knew these would be hers. She was unresisting as Rosa stripped off the suede shorts, so tight, but lacking the slippery loveliness of the pair Mistress held. Scarlett could hardly believe it as Rosa took the shorts from Cassandra and lowered them to the floor. Scarlett stepped into them without hesitation and Rosa carefully negotiated them around Scarlett's boots. Moments later they were sliding into place, sealing Scarlett's bum into the shiny vinyl. Rosa kissed each of Scarlett's nipples then stepped back.

Mistress Cassandra ran her eyes appreciatively over her newest slave and held up the final component, her collar. Scarlett lowered herself to her knees knowing that was her proper place and from there she crawled over to Mistress. Then Cassandra's lovely fingers reached around Scarlett's neck, locking the leather collar closed. Mistress stroked the leather and Scarlett was speechless with the sensation. Now she felt truly owned and the feeling was ecstasy.

"What are you Scarlett?" Cassandra asked casually as she sat back in her seat eyeing the woman kneeling before her.

Scarlett struggled to regain her composure as she knew she had to respond properly to Mistress.

"i am your fucktoy, Mistress."

"Excellent. Prove it."

Cassandra widened the stance of her legs and Scarlett needed no further commands. She was Mistress's slave and responded naturally to her desires. Her head slid between her owner's legs, her hair brushed by the tight slippery PVC of Mistress's shiny black dress, but it was short enough not to impede Scarlett's progress to Cassandra's bare pussy. Her tongue found it already moist and Scarlett licked around the already swelling lips, eliciting more juice from the woman who owned her. Then she began teasing the erect clitoris, feeling so right in serving Mistress this way and delighting when she heard the small moans issuing from Cassandra's mouth, knowing she was fulfilling her purpose in pleasuring this woman. It did not take long for Cassandra to climax: she let out shrieks and her thighs clamped around Scarlett's head locking her face against her mistress's sex, until, satiated, Cassandra freed her. Scarlett slumped down like Rosa and stroked at Cassandra's shiny boots with a feeling of total satisfaction knowing that this was truly the start of the rest of her wonderful slave life.