This story features characters from Xylae, an alternate world with a slave-owning society. Sometimes Xylae slavers come to our world. This story arose out of two separate ones, which, inspired by Trilby Else’s excellent ‘Dark Forest’ , I decided to combine.
The bell rang and Elaine went to the door. Opening it, she was slightly taken aback. A woman, probably in her late forties, stood there. Her hair was short and a bright blonde shade and her face was stylishly made-up. The weather was dull but dry yet the woman was dressed in a long shiny raincoat and her legs were coated in equally shiny high-heeled boots that disappeared up under her coat. She carried a large black leather bag.
“Hello, can I help you?” Elaine asked tentatively.
“I’m from SLV Wear, you filled in our form online, saying you were interested in seeing our product range.”
“Did I?” Elaine asked dubiously, but she could not be certain, when bored at work she often checked out companies’ websites.
“You are Elaine Hanson?” The woman smiled and Elaine felt reassured.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I am glad.” The woman said as if the matter was settled. “My name is Syltera. I have some brochures, would you like to take a look?”
Syltera’s warm tone meant Elaine’s scepticism soon evaporated and her suggestion seemed to make perfect sense. Elaine had to admit she had nothing planned this evening except to sit in front of the television. It had proven difficult making friends since she had moved here for work, and potential boyfriends seemed an even rarer commodity.
“Yes, yes, sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. Come in.”
The woman smiled again and Elaine felt she had made the right decision. She led the woman into her small flat. “Make yourself comfortable in the lounge; I’ll get us some tea.”
Elaine returned a few minutes later with a tray of tea and biscuits. Syltera had shed her coat and Elaine was a little startled by what she wore beneath. It was like a cheongsam dress, high to the collar and snug to the woman’s body, but rather than coloured silk, it was some shiny black material, which though she was uncertain, Elaine thought might be a kind of plastic. She had noticed Syltera’s boots at the door, but only now could she see that they reached beyond her knee, leaving only a small stretch of stockinged leg between them and the dress.
Syltera smiled at Elaine again and whilst this did not dismiss her thoughts, she did feel too polite to comment. She sat down, poured the tea and handed a cup to Syltera. What kind of name was that anyway? The thought bubbled up in Elaine’s mind but faded quickly.
“I imagine you know quite a bit about our range from the website. Unlike many of our competitors who leave it all to be done via the internet, we find a lot of our clients like the personal touch. It speeds up the process, it is a lot easier to try things on at home, rather than guessing what size suits you from details on a webpage.”
“Mmm, yes.” That seemed to make sense to Elaine, though she would have to confess that she was ignorant of what it was that SLV Wear sold. “You know, I only took a quick glance, I haven’t seen the whole range.”
“No, that’s fine. I have all our brochures here, plus a couple of sample items if you’re interested.” Syltera said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a clutch of glossy brochures.
“This is our general brochure.” Syltera laid it on the coffee table.
The cover was just plain shiny black with ‘SLV Wear’ in embossed silver on the front. Elaine flicked it open and, as she had began to suspect, it was full of women in sexy lingerie and outfits. However, as she looked through the pages she could see no sign of the lacy pretty coloured stuff she would have expected, most of the women were in skintight shiny black outfits. Elaine realised, not really with surprise, that Syltera must be wearing some of those clothes herself. Surreptitiously she ran her eyes over the woman and recognised that she did look stylish and sexy, though Elaine was uncertain if she could carry such things off herself.
“I’m sure you’ll find something to interest you. Successful, professional women like yourself love our ranges.”
“Erm, I’m not what you’d call professional…” Or successful, Elaine mentally added.
“Well, I can see you’re a sophisticated woman of taste who knows what she likes.”
Elaine felt a glow to be described that way, she deserved such complements, she told herself. She turned back to the brochure and hesitated on a page showing a woman in a skimpy rubber miniskirt and bandeau top, with her shapely legs running into sleek sharp-heeled ankle boots. Whilst her bum was thrust out she was looking down demurely, and her face could not be made out. As on the other pages, the caption named the outfit. This one said ‘Jylessa’.
“I thought you’d like that one.” Syltera said warmly. “I actually have samples of those items in my bag.”
Elaine did not know what to say, but thought it best to let Syltera run through her sales pitch and then politely say she would consider it. Syltera reached into the bag and pulled out a glossy black rubber mini-skirt, Elaine was entranced by the way it caught the light, she could almost feel it clinging to her bum already. She forgot that anything was peculiar and was keen to see the next item. It was matching black bandeau top, also in glossy rubber. Elaine’s body tingled to think of it next to her breasts. Finally Syltera produced a pair of glossy ankle boots just like in the picture. Elaine knew she had to try all the clothes on, to ease her body into the clinging glistening rubber. Unconsciously she was already undoing her clothes as Syltera was still showing her the items. Though she had never worn anything remotely like these clothes, she unashamedly imagined herself easing out of her jeans and teeshirt, eager to feel the tight gloss against her body. There was no harm in just slipping into the rubber, just to try.
“I can see you would like to try them on.” Syltera said seductively.
Elaine flushed and spluttered not wanting to admit that that was the case. The thought of her looking like Jylessa was just too much. She grabbed at her cold cup of tea and gulped it down. Coughing a little she said, “Maybe they’re a little skimpy for me.”
Syltera hesitated. “If you’re sure.”
Elaine felt herself weakening. “Yes, but I’m sure there’s something else I’d like.” She said as a consolation.
Syltera smiled, apparently pleased by Elaine’s response. “Yes, I’m sure. There’s still a couple of other brochures you haven’t even looked at yet. There’s the one for the ‘Lady Mina’ range, but I think this one, the ‘Entrapped’ brochure would suit you better.”
Elaine took the brochure and flicked through. The pictures in this one were more extreme. Most showed women clad in rubber stood over by a dominant woman. In some of the pictures, as with the one of Jylessa, the women had their faces turned away from the camera, but the faces of the other models could be seen and they all different, certainly unusual compared to standard clothes catalogues Elaine had seen.
“You employ a lot of models.”
Syltera gave her smile again. “Yes, we don’t employ professionals, those pictures are of satisfied customers. They’re usually so pleased with our products that they’re happy to pose for us.”
“Right, sounds fun.” The thought made Elaine tingle. Somehow she felt she was being given access to a different way of life, a sexy one at that, and she was pleased that she was being let in. She did not realise that half-an-hour earlier even dressing in such clothes would have been alien to her, let alone posing in front of a camera wearing them.
Elaine was turning the pages slower now, taking in each picture with more care. Then she stopped at one page that held her attention. As in many of the other photos it showed two women, the dominant one, Cazine, as the caption told her; the mistress as Elaine now thought of her, featured in a number of the photos. In this one she was clad from head to toe in a blue rubber catsuit with a matching rubber cloak and thigh-length boots. She held a leash that led to the collar of the woman knelt at her feet. This woman, wore a shiny black catsuit that was like a second skin and thigh-length boots with impossible heels that she had eased on over it. She sat almost primly, her head bowed and turned to her mistress, her gloved hands resting on the glistening rubber of her thighs.
“Ah yes, Lyssa, all encompassing. I think that would suit you ideally.”
Elaine tried to say that that was a foolish thought, but somehow that was no longer true. “Yes, I think it would.”
“I’m glad. I’ll arrange a make-over to change you into the sort of women suitable for those clothes. All part of the service.”
“Suitable.” Elaine said vaguely. The fact that she was going to buy, and then wear, clothes such as these sent a shudder of excitement through her. While the rational part of her mind told her that was impossible, this was all some game, some deeper urge insisted this was the correct path for her.
“Dressed like that I’m sure I would feel so sexy, so aroused.” Elaine said breathlessly.
“Excellent.” Syltera said. “You are obviously very suited for being a sex-slave Lyssa.”
Elaine did not really take in Syltera’s words. She suddenly felt tired, as if she had overcome something that had been concerning her. She shook her head to clear it. Syltera had slipped on her coat and was now packing away the things she had brought.
“Oh, payment?” Elaine asked suddenly as her thoughts cleared a little.
“Have no worries. That is all sorted out on delivery.” Again Syltera’s smile and tone of voice dismissed any concerns Elaine had. “I’ll leave the brochure, and this little gift we give to new ‘Entrapped’ clients.” Syltera pushed over the brochure with a little velvet box on top of it.
Eagerly Elaine took the box and opened it to reveal of circle of blue, it looked like a bracelet. She instantly liked it.
“Thank you. When will the clothes arrive?”
“Oh, everything will be taken care of very soon.”
Elaine saw Syltera to the door and closed it after her. Alone in her quiet flat Elaine struggled to think over what had happened. She was not certain what she had ordered but it seemed a good choice. Elaine felt at a bit of a loss. She wandered back to the living room and idly picked up the brochure the woman, what was her name?, had left. The bracelet slid off it, she took it from the box and tucked it into her jeans pocket. As she put the brochure on her lap it opened at a particular page and Elaine looked at the photo. The photo of mistress and slave did not surprise her now, and she really loved the sleek lines of the slave’s catsuit and boots. Had she made a mistake? The caption said ‘Lyssa’, but the photo appeared slightly different to how she had remembered it. The slave was looking up at her mistress, but now her face was clear in the picture. The rather pale skin and the small ears reminded Elaine of herself, and the hair colour, wasn’t it dark black before? Anyway, now it the more reddy-brown shade that Elaine herself had. That thought excited her, this picture gave her an idea of how good she would look herself dressed in these clothes. She felt impatient to feel what it was like to be dressed so sexily, to sit at her mistress’s heel clothed that way. Elaine knew that only one thing could satisfy the kind of excitement she felt at the moment and she headed to her bedroom to find her rarely-used vibrator.
Elaine awoke. It was dark and she was lying on her bed. She must have fallen asleep after the brief but exciting encounter with her vibrator. She stood up and switched on the light. Fleeting dreams were fading from her mind, but Elaine was sure they had been heavily sexual. She guessed it was that visit from that woman that had had an impact. Elaine guessed she should get ready for bed, but hesitated, she felt there were some things she had to do, and do them now because the time was right. The buzz left by her dreams faded and Elaine felt a need to sort things out, but she was not certain what it was. She saw the ‘Entrapped’ brochure on the bedside table, she must have brought it up with her. She sat on her bed and opened it and was pleased when it opened on the page showing Lyssa. There was a real familiarity about the slave and Elaine felt envious of her. She told herself that soon she could be dressed the same, but then she felt a pang of concern, where could she find a mistress to serve? Studying the picture, for the first time Elaine noticed the blue, rubber-covered bracelet on the slave’s wrist, its shade matching that of her mistress’s clothes, indicating that she owned her. Elaine realised she had been left such a bracelet and quickly pulled it from her pocket. She knew now that it was tough steel covered with delightfully smooth rubber. Eager to mark that the process of her becoming a more sexually aware woman had started, Elaine eased it on to her wrist. It looked good. As she watched though, it seemed to become tighter, and soon clung to her, not painfully, but so there was no way Elaine could remove it.
Elaine felt the compulsion to stand up and reach out the arm which wore the bracelet. She made her fingers into a cone shape and thrust them forwards. Suddenly the air in front of her seemed to ripple as if it was a mirage. Elaine shook her head, she must still be half asleep. She tried to turn away but her gaze was fixed. She continued looking and then incredibly it was if a there was a tear in the air, stretching up from the carpet to a few inches above her own height. Through it Elaine could just see through to a room hung with velvet drapes. A warm, heavy scent wafted into her room making her feel drowsy. Elaine had no idea what was happening, what to do, but found she could not move from the spot. Elaine was speechless and within moments a woman’s leg coated in a thigh-length boot pushed through and seconds later the rest of the woman stepped into Elaine’s room. She looked around as if checking she had come to the right place. She was clad in blue rubber, a catsuit which clung to her body, thigh-length boots with high sharp heels and a sweeping glossy cloak.
The rubbered woman stepped forward as Elaine watched astounded. Behind the first woman came two others dressed equally as erotically. One was a blonde haired woman in quilted red leather, tight trousers which sat high on her waist and a cropped jacket; she carried a black bag. Elaine glanced at her and realised she knew her, this was Syltera. However, it was the last woman that caught Elaine’s attention the most. She wore black rubber, a catsuit and thigh-length boots which covered her legs in slippery gloss. At her neck was a collar and from it ran a leash, held by the woman in red. As she came through the rift this pet lowered herself submissively so she was soon sprawled on the floor, running her hands over her shapely body and purring like a cat.
Elaine shook herself, it must be a dream.
“This is her.” Syltera said. “At first I thought she would make a good temple prostitute, but through her choices she soon revealed her true personality to me, she’ll make an excellent slave for you.”
The woman in blue smiled and looked Elaine over. She caught Elaine’s eye and Elaine could not look away, she felt entranced by this woman, dominated by her. In moments she felt she could not resist any command from her.
“Yes, as always Syltera, your judgement is impeccable. I am sure she is more than suitable.”
“Suitable for what? Who are you?” Elaine stuttered. She staggered back a few steps and sat back down on the bed.
“I think you know. You chose to become Lyssa. You have seen what that means.”
Elaine hesitated, not knowing what to say. Her mind would not accept what was happening. However, something reminded her of the picture of Lyssa and how good it had looked.
“I, am Cazine, procuress of sex-slaves, from Kerans on Xylae. You already know Syltera, one of my traders.” She indicated the woman in red. “And that is Jilail, a newly acquired sex-slave.”
Elaine tried to absorb it all. She remembered the name Jilail from the brochure, another of the women pictured at the feet of Cazine.
“And you, like many otherworlders, are suitable to become like her. You made the choice and we are simply fulfilling your request. You asked to become Lyssa, my slave, and that is what you will soon be.”
Elaine flushed, she looked guiltily across at Jilail, her body covered in clinging, slippery rubber. She was oblivious to the scene around her, she had inserted a buzzing vibrator into her slit and was purring with pleasure.
Elaine shuddered to think of herself just the same.
“You cannot resist. You made a deal freely to become my possession. You have seen what that means. I already own your body and your mind. Soon I will make them what I want them, what you want them to be, servile and erotic. Like Jilail you too will become a grunting, collared sex-slave, strutting in skin-tight rubber, answering to your only name, your collar name, Lyssa.”
Elaine moved awkwardly, trying not to admit she was aroused by what Cazine was saying. The sound of the name, Lyssa, sent another pulse of excitement through her whole body.
“Stand.” Cazine said firmly looking directly at Elaine. Elaine looked away, closing her eyes, she knew that if she obeyed she would soon be in Cazine’s control.
“Look at me.” Cazine said softly. Elaine pushed her fingers in her ears and tried to shut out the idea, but thoughts of herself, covered in skin-tight gloss, strutting at her mistress’s heel kept coming back. In her mind’s eye she saw herself, looking down at her body, her breasts straining in the rubber, stepping on sharp high heels. She had to admit she felt aroused. Slowly she took her fingers from her ears. No-one was speaking, she could just hear the ripple of the rubber across Cazine’s body as she breathed.
“Good.” Cazine said and Elaine felt pleased.
“Open your eyes.” Cazine said quietly.
Elaine tried to stop herself, she was realised she was beginning to want to do what this woman said. However, despite trying to resist, Elaine found herself slowly opening her eyes, and looking up. She saw Cazine’s eyes fixed on her own and Elaine could no longer look away, more than that she felt she could not disobey.
“Good. I think you are sceptical and need a demonstration of what will happen to you, what you will become. Recline on the bed.”
Elaine moved back uncontrollably and sprawled back on the bed as Cazine had ordered. She wondered what was going to happen. She could not take her gaze from Cazine, and realised that she was waiting for her next order.
“Watch Jilail. Listen to me.” Cazine said. As she did Elaine’s eyes switched to Jilail who was apparently oblivious to what was happening.
“Jilail, stand.”
Jilail got to her feet and strutted towards her mistress. Elaine just looked at how the squealing shiny gloss clung to her body. She saw how Jilail’s nipples strained in the rubber and particularly noticed the collar at her neck from which stretched her leash, showing that she was nothing more than a possession, a sexual toy.
“An hour ago Jilail was just like you, soon you will be just like her, totally erotic, totally servile.” Cazine explained.
“Jilail, lick me out.” Cazine ordered and Jilail fell to her knees, her smoothly glossed bum pointed at Elaine. Cazine unzipped her crotch zip and Jilail began lapping at her mistress’s pussy. Cazine grunted with pleasure.
“Soon I will order you to do the same and you will.” Cazine said eagerly. “Syltera, my dildo.”
Syltera handed over a shiny black dildo and Cazine buckled it on. Jilail did not have to be ordered, she lent on the floor, her glossy bum thrust upwards as her mistress eased down to her level and slowly slipped the hard rod into her sex-slave. Jilail writhed in pleasure, grunting loudly. Elaine could not look away. She watched as Jilail’s shapely gloss-coated body twisted and shuddered with the pleasure as her mistress fucked her. Jilail orgasmed and Cazine slid back and stood, taking the sopping dildo off and handing it back to Syltera.
“Soon you will know such pleasure, you will be unable to resist, but will submit willingly.” Cazine said eagerly.
Elaine sat panting, aroused at what she had seen; incredulous that she could be as erotic.
“Stand.” Cazine repeated, and this time Elaine could not resist. She stood. Cazine beckoned her to come forward, and Elaine walked towards her, realising how much like Jilail she was beginning to behave. Elaine was entranced by the rubber which coated the woman, slippery and shiny. Her body almost ached to feel the same. Increasingly Elaine felt a sexual urge was now being built up, only being held back not by herself, but by Cazine’s commands.
Cazine reached out and stroked Elaine’s breast with her gloss gloved hand. Elaine stood nervously, her breasts becoming erect, straining against her teeshirt, only separated from the touch of the gloss by a thin piece of cloth. Elaine felt her mind drifting away, she felt she was losing control of her body. She closed her eyes, and her breathing became pants. She grunted as she felt the gloss-coated fingers of Cazine’s hand stroke her face and across her lips. She stretched her face after Cazine’s hand.
Cazine knew she was changing Elaine, making her more sexual, making her more servile. “Remove your clothes.” Cazine said simply.
Elaine responded without thinking. She pulled off her teeshirt and threw it aside. She had the urge to tease her firm breasts and naturally removed her bra. She stroked her breasts and around her nipples until they were hard and shiny. Then, eagerly, she unzipped her jeans and slid out of them, tugging off her socks as she did. Her sex was moist and she slipped off her panties. In moments, barely noticing, Elaine was naked, one hand slowly fingering herself, the other stroking her breasts.
“Stop.” Cazine said quietly but firmly. Elaine stopped and stood still. Cazine knew that Elaine was hers.
Elaine tried to think clearly, part of her wanted to try to escape, but part of her wanted to yield, to enjoy becoming so erotic. Distantly, she realised that her character was being changed, made into something different, but she was finding it difficult to decide what were her own thoughts because increasingly they were to be sexy and obedient.
“Kneel.” Cazine said. Elaine lowered herself to the floor at Cazine’s feet, it seemed so animal, but her body delighted in taking the next step to becoming a sex-slave. Elaine did not realise how far she had gone, how changed she already was, to be kneeling naked before the woman who was her mistress.
“Kiss my boot.” Cazine said putting her right foot forward. Elaine hesitated, but the sex-slave she was becoming delighted in the opportunity to show her obedience to her mistress.
Elaine leant forward and kissed the slippery gloss of Cazine’s boot. Her body shuddered with the thrill. Elaine could say nothing, she was speechless of how erotic she was becoming, how servile she was and helpless she was before her mistress. She knew that soon the urge to impress and arouse her mistress would come and she would be unable to prevent it taking control, she would perform just for a touch from her mistress. It was coming, she could not stop it. Her servility was increasing, and she knew Cazine was aware that she controlled her. Without being ordered she ran her tongue up the glossy boot, eager to lick out her mistress.
“Good. You are going to enjoy being a sex-slave. Whatever you might be thinking at the moment I know that your body is hungry to be erotic.” Cazine said enthusiastically. Elaine could not deny it.
Cazine bent over and ran her glossed hands up Elaine’s naked back. “Imagine your body coated in slippery gloss, skin-tight against your naked body. Imagine yourself wearing glossy thigh-length boots, strutting on your high heels, being led by your mistress.”
Elaine tried to stop herself but she let out a moan, she kissed her mistress’s boots and her slippery cloak, showing that she was obedient, and deserved to wear the skin-tight rubber.
“You are a sex-slave.” Cazine said simply, knowing that Elaine could not resist this change and would soon be bound in the glossy clothes that would show the truth of her bondage.
“Syltera, please pass me this sex-slave’s clothes, her gloss bondage.”
Elaine shuddered, as she realised that she was being referred to as a sex-slave, and already had her own rubber. In moments she would be easing her body into it, showing that she was nothing but a sex-slave, dressed the way a sex-slave should. Elaine knew that she had to flee, before she yielded and became Cazine’s fawning, purring pet. She looked up nervously from her place on the floor. However, she could not stop the process and within moments Syltera had handed over the shiny black catsuit and matching boots that Elaine knew Cazine would order her to wear. Elaine felt frozen to the spot. She could not believe the gloss was for her, but as Cazine stepped towards her smiling, she simpered in anticipation of the tight gloss straining and squealing around her shapely body. Elaine’s concerns were pushed from her mind as she felt hungry to be covered in the slippery rubber. Elaine looked at how the gloss held Cazine’s own body shiny and slippery. Then she looked across at Jilail and the collar locked at her neck.
“Stand.” Cazine ordered, and Elaine got to her feet, her breasts hard with the excitement, her pussy juicy with the sensation which filled her. “Just slip into your clothes.” Cazine said.
Elaine hesitated, it seemed so easy, the rubber looked so exotic, so different. She remembered the excitement of seeing the outfit in the brochure. It would do no harm to try, it would be great to feel the sensation of it clinging to every inch of her body, but something was holding Elaine back. She knew that if she eased into the catsuit and boots, she would have yielded to the bondage. She would be no different to Jilail.
She would be unable to disobey, she would answer to her only name, her collar name. Her mind would be filled with erotic thoughts, her body would be sexy, she would be her mistress’s property. She would become a sex-slave.
Elaine struggled to say no, but Cazine smiled. “You cannot resist.”
Elaine tried to block out the thought, but her will was too weak not to give in to what Cazine was saying. Her body was eager to yield, to be coated in the rubber, to abandon all concerns and ease into this servile sexual existence.
“I cannot resist.” Elaine repeated as if entranced, but it was true. She could no longer resist Cazine’s commands, it was if they were her own thoughts.
“You cannot stop it, you cannot reverse it, you are turning into a sex-slave. You are becoming an obedient sexual animal.”
“I am turning into a sex-slave.” Elaine said, and as she realised what it meant, that it was real and happening to her, she shuddered with the thrill.
“Ease into the rubber.” Cazine said seductively. Elaine’s body responded without her thinking. She took the catsuit and slipped her feet into it. Her mind tried to stop her but the lining of the catsuit was slippery and slid up her body easy and quickly. Soon both her legs and then her bum were coated in the squealing shiny gloss. Her body could not believe the sensation. By the time her arms had slid smoothly into the rubber, her breasts were rock hard with anticipation of being bound in the gloss. The remnants of her resistance, the last scraps of her free will, were fading as the pleasure rose.
“Yes, yesss, yessss.” Elaine’s words dissolved into purring as she realised she had made the right choice. Elaine writhed, aroused, as she eased on the last of the rubber, fully yielding to her eroticism and Cazine’s ownership of her. Elaine slid up the zip sealing her whole body into the squealing shiny rubber which clung to every contour. Elaine was coping with the sensation sweeping her whole body. Every move she made the rubber rippled and squealed, shining in the light. She hurried to slip on the matching thigh boots that clung to her legs. They slid easily over her gloss-coated body. She stood on the high sharp heels, the boots clinging to every curve, her slippery bum thrust out sexily by the posture they forced her to adopt. She quickly put on the long slippery gloves Cazine handed her. By now Elaine was speechless and shuddering with the pleasure. She looked down at herself as she had dreamt of doing. Her body looked as if it was soaked in water or as slick as oil. Every line and curve of her body was shown in the glistening rubber, shaped by how the catsuit and boots held it.
Cazine smiled as she looked at Elaine, dressed like one of her sex-slaves, knowing that with the physical change complete, the true final transformation, that of her mind, was beginning. “I know you can’t resist it and in a few moments there will be no turning back, you will be entirely mine.” Cazine said softly.
Elaine could hear Jilail purring as she stroked herself and Elaine’s body was hungry for the same sensations. Elaine knew that there was now nothing that could stop her from behaving the same as she had seen Jilail do. Elaine knew it would now be impossible to stop herself yielding to such urges. Recognising this Cazine gently stroked Elaine’s slippery waist with her hand and Elaine could not stop herself thrusting forward her rubber coated pussy as an offering, giving a little grunt of pleasure as she realised what she had done. She tried to be embarrassed but the sensations that the rubber rewarded her with, for every sexy move, just encouraged to continue, to savour the pleasure.
Cazine slowly strode around Elaine, who stood hoping that her appearance pleased her mistress. Her mistress? Deep within her Elaine questioned that thought, but much more was telling her that that was right, that Cazine, was her mistress and had made her this erotic. Elaine tried to move, but her body would not, it already belonged entirely to Cazine and would only respond how she wanted. Elaine could not help but gasp as Cazine gently stroked her gloss gloved hand over her pet’s bum. Then she teased Elaine’s erect breasts, their nipples straining against the skin-tight rubber. Every touch made Elaine move slightly in the gloss and as she did it became even more shaped to her body and she became shaped to it, increasingly it was so natural for her to be dressed in the rubber, her glossy bondage.
Cazine finished walking round Elaine. “You look wonderful, my pet, now your body is so accessible and erotic.”
Elaine felt a real delight in these words. Whatever desire Elaine had to get away her body countered and she stood still, eager to feel the sensation as she fully became a sex-slave. Cazine smiled and stepped forward. Elaine knew what she was going to do, to turn her truly into a sex-slave, a process which she knew, once done, would be irreversible.
“Excellent, admit what you are. Your body loves the glossy bondage. You’re just my sexy bitch, you can’t escape, just yield to your urges.” Cazine said enthusiastically. Elaine shivered pleasurably: she knew now that she was no longer her own woman, but had become her Mistress’s property to be done with as she wished. Cazine reached forward and clipped a glossy collar around Elaine’s neck. “I am your Mistress. Your name is Lyssa.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The response came automatically. Elaine Hanson no longer existed, this woman was simply Lyssa, a sex-slave, her name, her identity, granted by her Mistress.
"Who are you?" Cazine asked.
"i am Lyssa, your sex-slave, Mistress." Lyssa replied, knowing no other accurate response.
“Excellent. Lyssa, see how good you look.” Lyssa’s Mistress gestured to the mirror set into the wardrobe.
Uncontrollably Lyssa strode to the mirror, her bum swaying as she walked, just like Jilail. Lyssa looked at herself, dressed as the sex-slave she was: the shiny black rubber skin-tight all over her body. She watched how it rippled to all her movements, squealing and catching the light as she moved and how it was so taut across her, showing her shapely body so well.
“Jilail, greet your sister.” Cazine ordered, releasing the leash from Jilail’s collar.
Jilail strode over to her fellow slave. She grasped her tightly, running her hands over Lyssa’s pliant, firm body, her tongue dipping deep into Lyssa’s mouth as Jilail’s gloved hands teased Lyssa’s nipples. Lyssa responded in kind, delighting in the contact, rubber to rubber as Jilail pleasured her. The two slaves broke and looked over to their Mistress. She nodded and expertly Jilail began to ease down the zip of Lyssa’s catsuit and in moments her mouth was locked on a nipple and her fingers were probing for Lyssa’s drenched pussy. Lyssa guided Jilail to the floor and turning round unzipped Jilail’s rubber so that in moments, with her body rubbing provocatively over Jilail’s own excited breasts, Lyssa’s tongue could begin to work on her clit. In return Jilial’s tongue sought out Lyssa’s pussy and within minutes, both slaves were shuddering as repeated orgasms shot through their bodies. Exhausted, drenched in their own and each other’s sweat and juices, the two slumped back on the floor, slowly licking each other’s rubber clean.
Cazine smiled to herself. “A very successful expedition.” She said to Syltera.
“Yes.” Syltera replied, looking forward to getting some good use out of these two new slaves for herself.
Cazine stepped up to her two slaves. They quickly came to attention, zipping their bodies firmly back into the rubber that covered them. They knelt demurely, their gloved hands resting on their shiny thighs, looking up longingly at their Mistress, eager to serve her as best they could, unable to comprehend beyond their obedience and their erotic existence. Cazine stroked her hand over first Jilail’s then Lyssa’s lips, enjoying the gentle kisses they gave her in return. Cazine took first one leash, then the other, new, one and clipped them to Jilail’s and Lyssa’s collars respectively.
Behind them Syltera was putting away the abandoned clothes and sliding the brochure into the bottom of the bedside drawer in the hope some other woman would come across it. Her work finished, she began making the gesture that reopened the rift back to Xylae. In moments the room was filled with the heavy aroma of Cazine’s slave quarters in her mansion. Syltera stepped through, happy with the day’s work but pleased to be back in her own world.
“Stand.” Cazine said and the two sex-slaves obeyed. “Follow.” Cazine said.
“Yes, Mistress.” Lyssa and Jilail replied in unison.
With her fellow sex-slave, Lyssa was led on her leash, swaying her sexy gloss-bound body as she moved. Cazine stepped through the rift followed by Jilail and then Lyssa. As the last inch of Lyssa’s sharp heel passed through the rift it rippled and closed. In moments, there was no sign anything had happened here. Elaine Hanson was another of the disappeared of this world and in another world the sex-slave Lyssa had just stepped through into her new life.