Elizabeth sat waiting in the smart office. Her boss, Nikki Carsten, had called her to headquarters for the first time since Elizabeth had become manageress of region six, five years ago. The Nicole Management Company ran a wide range of fashion boutiques in many towns in Britain and had even been able to penetrate the French, Dutch and German markets. Though she guessed she was privileged to meet with Ms. Carsten herself, Elizabeth felt strange about the whole place. When she had got the regional manageress job, she had not been interviewed by Ms. Carsten, but rather by other managers in the company who had seemed pretty much like herself and Elizabeth had always assumed that NMC ran like most companies. However, coming here for the first time, Elizabeth had been surprised by what, Suzi, the manageress of this office, who had shown her in, had been wearing. She had been dressed not in a business suit, but skin-tight red leather: a bustiere under a cropped jacket, tightly buckled at her waist; trousers which sat high on her hips, hugging her bum and clinging to her shapely legs before running into matching knee high boots with sharp heels.

Suzi had seemed so self-assured, so aware of her sexyness. Elizabeth was slightly intimidated, slightly jealous. She fantasised about being attached to Ms. Carsten’s staff and being expected to dress the same, sliding her body into tight, shiny leather; the leather showing the outline of her body, the high-heeled boots forcing her to strut and she not being able to do anything about it. Elizabeth snapped herself out of the thoughts. However, for some reason they did not seem impossible here. She took a long look at the black-and-white photos on the wall showing women in tight, glossy clothes, kissing and fondling each other. Elizabeth imagined that they might simply be considered artistic, that Ms. Carsten had not even had a hand in selecting them, rather that they had been picked by a company employed to decorate this new suite of offices. Yet, Elizabeth realised she knew very little about the woman at the centre of the company and guessed that she could be as eccentric as many successful entrepreneurs. That was her business, Elizabeth supposed, and if it was what was behind the success of NMC then who was Elizabeth to question it?

Suddenly the small mobile ‘phone Elizabeth carried, rang. It was Ms. Carsten. “Elizabeth, will you please come through, we are ready for business.”

Elizabeth put away the ‘phone and opened the door opposite to the one she had come through, guessing Ms. Carsten was in the room beyond. Elizabeth straightened her smart jacket, blouse and skirt and walked in. As she took in the scene in front of her, Elizabeth felt surprised and struggled to quickly recover her composure. Ms. Carsten, a shapely woman in her late forties, wore tight black leather trousers and a matching waistcoat, that seemed to cover her naked breasts. Her boots were shiny and graced with sharp heels. However, it was the young woman reclining like a pet cat on the floor that shocked Elizabeth most and she realised the photographs had been carefully selected. The pet wore a slippery black rubber catsuit, which clung to every contour. Her legs ran into thigh-length boots. She wore a gem-studded collar at her neck and a leash that ran to Ms. Carsten’s grasp. Elizabeth shook herself, remembering her fantasy. If this was how Ms. Carsten’s employees dressed...

“Sit down, Elizabeth.” Ms. Carsten said, indicating a polished leather armchair.

Elizabeth sat down and put her briefcase rather defensively in front of her.

“Would you like a drink?” Ms. Carsten asked with a smile.

“A coffee will be fine, thank you.” Elizabeth said coolly though she felt very tense and was trying to keep focused.

“Tamara please fetch some coffee.” Ms. Carsten said and unclipped the leash from the lounging woman's collar.

“Yes mistress.” Tamara said.

The rubber-clad woman stood and strode on her sharp heels, her glossed bum swaying as she strode, the rubber rippling and squealing as she moved. Elizabeth could not help watching her strut. Nikki seemed to be watching Elizabeth to gauge how she would react and said nothing.

“I know little of the full extent of your business. What is this office responsible for? It is headquarters, yes?” Elizabeth said weakly as she turned to Ms. Carsten.

“Well, the proper headquarters is in West London, this is like an inner circle location. From here I have interests in night clubs mainly, the rest of the business is decentralised. Don’t worry you will soon know all about our work here, we will be working closely together.” Ms. Carsten replied, smiling.

Elizabeth quivered, her thoughts in the office seemed to becoming reality. Tamara came back with the coffee and set it down on a small table in front of Elizabeth. She looked deep into Elizabeth's eyes as she bent over, her rubber straining and rippling as she did. She licked her lips.

“I think Tamara likes you.” As Ms. Carsten said that Tamara did.

Tamara turned and swayed her tight gloss bound bum at Elizabeth, the light catching the slippery rubber. She turned back again and stroked her gloss bound breasts, straining in the slippery rubber. She purred with the pleasure. Elizabeth was about to speak but Nikki indicated her to stay quiet.

“I have always liked you, you are attractive and we have a position for a woman like you here. Are you interested?”

“Yes, certainly.” Elizabeth replied, though she worried Ms. Carsten was playing with her, she could not turn down a promotion.

“Excellent.” Ms. Carsten reached over to an intercom. “Limara, please send in Jakki to complete the transfer of Elizabeth to working directly for me.”

“Yes, mistress.” Limara replied and the intercom went dead.

Elizabeth sat awkwardly sipping some coffee, staring at the floor, trying to avoid glancing at Tamara who had resumed her place at Ms. Carsten's feet. When she heard two sets of heels, though, Elizabeth looked up without thinking . A tall black woman strode in. She was scantily clad, in a bronze rubber swimming costume and matching glossy thigh boots. A long shiny raincoat hung loosely around her, swinging as she stepped. She also wore tight shiny gloves and held a glossy leash which led to the collar of her slim white pet. Like her mistress, the slave’s hair was cropped tightly. She was dressed like Tamara, slippery black rubber clinging to her shapely body.

“Hello, Nikki.” Jakki said as she reclined on the deep leather sofa facing both Elizabeth and Nikki.

The pet lay down on the soft carpet. Elizabeth watched entranced as Jakki casually stroked her. The woman purred softly, delighting in the stroking, unconcerned with her mistress’s business. However, as Elizabeth looked at her she felt she recognised this woman. Elizabeth tried to imagine her in a business suit with longer hair, and like that she seemed to closely resemble Susan Butterfield, Elizabeth's equivalent in region three. It could not be though. Elizabeth began to become concerned about Nikki Carsten's set-up here; she could accept some eccentricity and she had no real problem with lesbians, but she began to wonder at the extent of what was happening here and what was implied by Ms. Carsten and this Jakki and even more than that, by the behaviour of their companions. However, Elizabeth knew her business etiquette well enough to keep her lips closed; this was no time to upset the head of your company by appearing to question her lifestyle choices.

“She’ll make a fine sex-slave.” Nikki said.

“Yes, I can she is already intrigued by the glossy bondage clothes. She responded well to my initial work, I am sure the time has come to trigger that.”

Elizabeth suddenly realised that they were discussing her as if she was already one of these servile sex-pets. Elizabeth gulped, surprised at how straight forward the woman was, she could hardly believe it was real. Her body soon overrode her mind, it felt keen to yield as quickly as possible, to give in to the urges. She furtively glanced at the pet reclining on the floor. The thought of herself beside them fawning in skin-tight rubber made her shudder with pleasure.

“I bet you’ll love it, the best turn on you’ve ever had. Let’s see.” Nikki said.

Jakki said, “You won’t remember your previous visits here, or the hypnosis I gave you when you first became one of Nikki’s manageresses. She fancied you then and thought it could come in handy in case she wanted a return on her investment. You’re no different to Tamara or Serena here. You are Nikki’s property. Just one word and you will become just like them, one of her erotic pets. First we must get you dressed just right. Get you out of these boring clothes and into something you’ll like a lot more. You’ll feel how great it is to wear clinging skin-tight rubber all over.”

Elizabeth's mind raced, she wondered if this was some kind of test or a weird game played out by the eccentric woman who headed the company. She tried to fight against the image of herself clad in skin-tight slippery clothes behaving like a pet to Nikki. She found it difficult to believe that everything she had achieved in the past five years could be simply swept aside like that; that she could go from having scores of staff under her, to being simply a sexual pet to a powerful woman. Yet that sounded somehow exciting and Elizabeth felt increasingly confused about what to choose. To that thought came the response that she did not have to worry about choosing, all options had been selected long ago and now she was just being allowed to become what she should be.

"You're looking as if you think this is some kind of punishment." Nikki said as she lent forward, looking intently into Elizabeth's eyes. "It's not, it's your reward. Thanks to Jakki here you won't remember when you first came here five years ago. You were terribly naive, timid, frigid even. With a few sessions from Jakki we crafted a confident and successful businesswoman of the kind that the old Elizabeth would never have been able to become. You've helped my business greatly. Now, though, we need to take away that artificial side of your nature and bring back the real Elizabeth, the obedient Elizabeth. With a few improvements of course, a lot more sexy. Have you wondered why you've not succeed in personal relationships with men? No? Well, that was a nice shiny black package that Jakki buried deep in your subconscious, readying you for now when you'll come to understand your true sexuality - totally desirous of women in tight shiny clothes, totally submissive to your mistress."

Elizabeth was lost for words. "Erm, er." She stuttered. Part of her was keen to flee from what was becoming an increasingly strange situation, but something else was urging her to remain here. Elizabeth began to sense that there were memories in her mind that she had had shut off long ago, her thoughts had not even been permitted to consider where they were let alone look at them. She understood now, with growing alarm, that her aversion to attending hypnotists' shows was not a phobia but a safety mechanism put in place to stop someone stumbling across this 'nice shiny black package' that was inside her head.

"No need to thank me. I'll enjoy having you around. From this day forward you'll not have to worry about work, the bills, the rent, all of that will be handled by me. All you have to think about is being your sexy self and using your body to best serve me. You'll enjoy it so much you'll wonder why you had to wait five years. I've got a lovely young woman waiting to step into your shoes, while you slide into some nice long boots. We'll say you've retired to Spain, it's what all my manageresses do after a few years. Now's your turn."

Elizabeth knew Ms. Carsten was right. She had heard of some of the others who had retired early, but had had no inkling until now of what was truly behind their departures. Boots? Had Ms. Carsten said boots? These were something else she had avoided, but the mention of them made her feel she had been foolish not to have bought some, a nice long pair; a nice long sleek pair; sexy, sleek shiny boots reaching to her crotch.

"That's it. She's not struggling at all effectively." Jakki said with enthusiasm. "I'm sure your words have meant that the walls of that identity package I planted are becoming thin. She's found it and she's worrying at it. It's about her time, you can't sustain the shielding forever and with her it won't take much to tear it open and let that identity out. It'll submerge everything else and she'll be re-born the perfect slave."

"Good, I'm glad this one's going to be straight foward."

Nikki again lent forward, fixing her gaze on Elizabeth. "You can almost feel it already can't you? Think of sliding that sexy body of yours into some lovely tight rubber. Think of yourself strutting in those long boots, your body covered in that slippery, shiny rubber making you look so sexy; making you so desirable to a woman like me. That's what you want to be, isn't it? Men have no sexual role for you; they're tedious. You only get aroused appearing your sexiest for a strong woman like me."

Elizabeth felt bewildered, she had forgotten why she was here or what she was supposed to be doing. The voice of the woman in those great leathers was the only guidance. Elizabeth found strong thoughts coming into her mind. All sense of work and business bored her, she knew nothing about them. She lacked the confidence to work in such fields, she was much happier in a servile position, working for a woman like Ms. Carsten. Now Elizabeth how incredibly sexy she found that woman. Her leathers were really cool and she was sure it would be really pleasurable stroking her body.

"Right, that looks like she's ready for the last stage. The way's she's looking at you, and yes, there it is, that pussy of her's is getting fired up, the new sexual orientation is coming into effect. Well why wouldn't it with a woman like you in front of her." Jakki said, smiling across at her colleague.

"She would be halfway down the road by now, rather than halfway to becoming my latest slave, if it wasn't for you." Nikki said then turned to Tamara. “Tamara, please get a nice catsuit and boots just like yours, for Elizabeth. I am sure she’ll be keen to ease that shapely body of hers into them in a few moments.”

Elizabeth shook with a thrill as she realised what was going to happen, that she was about to be turned into a gloss bound sex-slave like Tamara. A part of her was startled to think of herself as such a sexual creature, dressed in the shiny second skin, she wanted to resist it, she wanted to leave here and go back to the life she had known. Yet with every passing moment it seemed so distant, it seemed so alien to her personality, her true, servile personality. With all her remaining will, Elizabeth tried to stand, but she caught sight of Tamara's shiny body as she moved so sexily to the wardrobe at the side of the room. Elizabeth’s attention was caught by the glistening rubber shaped around the woman's body and knew that she would soon resemble her. With that thought, her mind gave up the fight and her body began to relax as she became aware that there was no chance of escape from what was happening to her and she would soon be an erotic sex-toy.

"She's ready. Now, the name; split the package right apart." Jakki instructed.

“Elizabeth.” Nikki said.

“Yes.” The young manageress replied drowsily.

“Your name is Jyla.” At the sound of those words, Elizabeth suddenly felt new memories rush into her mind; it was as if every perception was now covered with a black, shiny liquid which was hardening, confirming so strongly all the new things she thought. Elizabeth felt as if she was being submerged in some shiny clinging liquid, so much those lovely rubber that Tamara and Serena wore. Then she felt she had emerged, yet was covered all over in that glossy material and that it represented the woman she was: she felt submissive, she had to obey her mistress, she had to dress erotically.

Nikki continued, consolidating the programming. “You are my sex-slave, I am your mistress. Your only concerns are being erotic and servile, pleasing your mistress. You love to wear tight, shiny erotic clothes. You cannot resist, soon you will be clad in the skin-tight rubber, I clothe you, I own you.” Nikki said.

“Why not put your new sex-toy to the test?” Jakki said encouragingly.

Nikki turned to her new pet. “Strip.” She said simply.

“Yes mistress.” Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth felt it was so right to do what Ms. Carsten said. Of course there was no need for her to be clothed, well certainly not in these dull things. She stood and threw off her jacket and blouse; her compliance was pleasurable to her. She quickly removed her trousers and underwear, beginning to delight in exposing her naked body below. She stood there naked before her mistress, her breasts firm and shiny. Her mistress? That seemed such an appropriate title for Ms. Carsten.

Elizabeth could not fight against the feelings that had been aroused in her; but there remained something in her mind that told her to flee, before she yielded entirely and became nothing a fawning, purring sex-slave. However, such thoughts quickly disappeared as within moments Serena had returned with a shiny black rubber catsuit and matching boots. Elizabeth simpered in anticipation of the tight rubber straining and squealing around her shapely body. Her concerns were pushed from her mind as she felt hungry to be covered in the slippery rubber.

"That's it Serena, let her feel the delights of the lovely rubber against her skin." Jakki encouraged. “It’ll reinforce the thoughts that are taking control.”

Serena gently stroked the shiny black rubber catsuit between Elizabeth’s breasts and then over her pussy. Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, it was like a favourite feeling that somehow she had forgotten about but was now so much more delicious as she was reminded of it. Elizabeth drunk in the smell of the rubber and it was delightful. It seemed to right to wear clothes like these. before easing her legs into it.

“Help your fellow slave into her rubber. She’ll welcome the opportunity to show us how properly sexy she is.”

Elizabeth was unresisting as Serena guided first one leg then the other into the shiny rubber catsuit. Even if she had wanted to resist, the lining of the catsuit was slippery and slid up her body easy and quickly under Serena’s skilled direction. Soon both Elizabeth’s legs and then her bum were coated in the squealing shiny gloss. Her body could not believe the sensation. Elizabeth writhed aroused as the rubber rose up her body and she felt it was bringing out her true eroticism and Ms. Carsten’s ownership of her.

By the time Serena had slid Elizabeth’s arms had smoothly into the glossy rubber, her breasts were hard with anticipation of being bound in the gloss. Any lingering thought of resistance was fading as the pleasure rose. Then Serena eased up the zip sealing Elizabeth’s whole body in the squealing shiny rubber which clung to every contour. Elizabeth was coping with the sensation sweeping her whole body. Every move she made the rubber rippled and squealed, shining in the light. She had no will to struggle as the matching thigh boots were eased on. In a minute the boots were clinging to every curve from her toe to her thighs and forcing her slippery bum to thrust out sexily. Serena smiled, clearly delighted in changing Elizabeth into a sex-slave like herself. She finished the process by sliding long slippery gloves on Elizabeth’s hands. By now Elizabeth could make no response, she was speechless and shuddering with the pleasure of becoming such an erotic creature.

Nikki smiled as she looked on avidly at Elizabeth and saw her now dressed like one of her sex-slaves, knowing that the transformation was beginning.

“I know you can’t resist what is happening to you and in a few moments there will be no turning back, you will truly be mine.” Nikki said softly.

Serena gently stroked Elizabeth’s slippery waist and she automatically thrust out her body, giving a little grunt. She tried to be embarrassed but her rubber just encouraged to continue, to enjoy the pleasure.

“Good, she responded well to Serena’s touch. The final stage of the process is really beginning. She will be confused at first, but slowly her new identity will subsume her old one. Her body will be eager to yield; being dressed in that rubber will help her thoughts change. Slowly she will forget who and what she was. Before long she will think she has always been, Jyla, a sex-slave.” Jakki explained enthusiastically.

The initial excitement of being slid into the rubber had passed and Elizabeth realised that if she was going to retain her identity then she had to struggle to stop the change that Jakki was describing, no matter how much her urges were keen for it. Elizabeth stood passively, trying to remain stock still as every small movement just reminded her of how she was dressed and what they made her appear to be. However, as she heard the name Jyla mentioned again, her body was filled with a thrill. She looked at Tamara, her body already eager to ease into the skin-tight rubber that she held. She imagined herself collared and reclining at her mistress’s feet, increasingly she was eager to do it, it seemed so natural. Now she looked away from the slave to Ms. Carsten, once her boss, now her mistress. There was no way she could not obey her commands. She slid to the floor and crawled across to Ms. Carsten.

“Excellent, the last of the new identity is slipping into place; it’s not simply making her erotic, it’s making her truly submissive to you. Encourage her Nikki and the process will soon be complete.”

“It is too late to escape, soon you will be my plaything. Just yield to what you are becoming.”

Nikki bent down to grip Elizabeth’s shiny crotch, then slid her hand between her new slave’s legs to stroke at her rubber-coated pussy. Elizabeth simpered with pleasure. Elizabeth felt strange as if long buried thoughts were emerging, that her real personality was awakening and it enjoyed all that was happening to her, everything else had simply been false.

“Do you feel good?” Nikki asked.

“Yes.” Elizabeth replied without hesitation, though the name somehow felt wrong, that was not her.

“Now I am going to make you erotic by releasing your true desires. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth replied automatically, she could not anything else, this woman controlled her will, the thoughts were like her own. She had to obey as a sex-slave. Her main interests were in pleasing her mistress and looking sexy, dressing in erotic, tight, shiny, slippery clothes. She felt increasingly excited at what she knew she was.

“That’s it, just the last step. Repeat her collar name now and it will erase anything else she has known.

“Jyla.” Nikki repeated the code word and Elizabeth’s personality was transformed, she was Jyla, Nikki’s sex-slave. She found that she knew how to be a good slave, how to behave and to service her mistress correctly. All arousal, all pleasure came from Mistress to whom she belonged entirely, for whom she was nothing but a living sex toy.

“Yes, Mistress.” Jyla replied.

Nikki smiled as knew the change was complete. “Excellent, admit what you are. Your body loves the glossy bondage. You’re just a sexy bitch, you can’t escape, just yield to your urges.” Nikki said enthusiastically.

“Keep it up Nikki, make sure it’s taken fully.” Jakki advised.

“Who are you?” Nikki looked intently at Jyla.

“I am Jyla, your sex-slave, mistress.”

“Lick my pussy.” Nikki said as she unbuttoned her leather trousers.

Jyla watched as her mistress moved along the sofa, coming clear of Tamara. Once her mistress was settled, Jyla walked on her knees and eagerly came right up to Nikki, first purring then her tongue licking her lips. Slowly, as she had been taught, she began stroking at her mistress’s bare pussy, licking deeper and deeper as it became soft and juicy. She was keen to obey and to satisfy her mistress sexually. As she licked she felt more aroused herself.

Nikki threw her head back with her eyes closed in pleasure. She was shuddering with pleasure as she reached for a collar and leash. Casually she reached down and locked the glossy collar around her sex-slave’s neck, she shook with the pleasure, Jyla grunted as she entered the bondage her body was yearning for.

Nikki orgasmed and shuddered with pleasure. “Excellent my pet.”

Soon recovered, Nikki buttoned up her trousers and idly stroked her new slave’s rubber-coated breasts.

“Excellent work as always Jakki. What would I do without you.”

“My pleasure.” Jakki dipped her head in acknowledgement.

Like a child with a new toy it is unable to leave alone, Nikki turned back to Jyla.

“Jyla, fuck Tamara.” Nikki ordered.

Jyla fell to the floor and scrambled to wrap herself around her fellow sex-slave. They thrust their rubbered bodies against each other; the gloss squealing and rippling as they moved. They grunted and purred, Jyla oblivious that she had ever been anything else than the sexual creature she was now. Soon they were fumbling to pull down the zips that covered their naked pussies. Both were sodden and their fingers and their tongues slipped so easily inside to bring each other to climax. Jyla enjoyed this and had no thought that there was anything unusual about her fingering and licking her fellow slave. Soon the pair fell back, sated for the moment.

Her task complete, Serena strode away back to her mistress, her slippery bum swaying as she strutted on her sharp high heels, her catsuit squealing and rippling. Soon Serena was reclining at her mistress’s feet purring as she was casually stroked. Jyla’s body was hungry for the same sensation. She got to her knees and nuzzled against Mistress’s booted feet.

“Very good my pet.” Nikki said and stroked her breasts.

Jyla tried to speak, but all that came out were groans and moans of pleasure, but in turn these aroused her more and she realised she had yielded totally to her desires. Nikki picked up the end of Jyla’s leash and stood. Jyla got to her feet, zipping her wet pussy back into its encasing rubber. She followed obediently as Nikki led her to a long mirror against the wall. Uncontrollably Jyla strode behind her mistress as she knew a slave should, her bum swaying as she walked, just like the others. She followed the direction of Mistress’s point and looked, glad to see herself, clearly a sex-slave with glossy rubber skin-tight all over her body. She watched how it rippled to all her movements, squealing and catching the light as she moved.

Mistress gently stroked her hand over her pet’s bum. “You look excellent my pet now your body is accessible and more erotic.” Nikki smiled. Apparently still testing she said, “I am now your mistress, tell me what you are my pet.”

“I am Jyla, I am a sex-slave, your pet.” Jyla said her voice coming with a sexy huskiness about it.

Jyla knew nothing else but that she was the property of Mistress: Ms. Carsten, to be commanded by her; Jyla knew her driving urges were now to obey and satisfy her mistress. Her body was bound in skin-tight rubber, that was how Jyla dressed and she was nothing except Jyla. Mistress gently guided her face up to her own. Jyla could not look away. Jyla stood there and Nikki smiled and thrust her body against her slave’s, stroking her leathered breasts over Jyla’s firm rubber-coated ones. Jyla began to lick her mistress, probing with her tongue between the edges of the leather waistcoat. She stood stroking her body over Mistress’s body hungry to licke her body again. Then Mistress opened the waistcoat and Jyla panted with pleasure as she licked her mistress’s breasts, the nipples straining hard in excitement. Nikki wrapped her arms around her pet pulling her tight against her. Jyla grunted with pleasure of the stimulation, her sounds were stopped by Nikki’s lips and tongue forcing their way into Jyla’s mouth. The two writhed; their bodies entwining.

Nikki pulled away and walked back to the sofa. Jyla followed once again led by her mistress with her pussy soft and juicy from the caressing her owner had just given her. She was aware of what she was.

“The process is complete. You own her completely; she has no will except what you command of her.” Jakki said.

These words sounded inside Jyla’s head and she could not resist easing down the narrow zip that covered her crotch and fingering herself; delighting in what she was. Nikki walked up close to her and stroked her rubbered bum. Jyla thrust her rubbered body against Mistress’s. They locked in a kiss, the rubber squealing and rippling as they teased each other with their tongues.

“Go on, go and use her properly. You know you want to, Nikki. Serena and I can keep ourselves occupied in here.”

“I’ve got things to get sorted, but you’re right. It’s not every day that you get a new slave; it’s right to make sure she’s well ridden in.”

Mistress motioned Jyla to follow, seemingly delighted that the woman had become her property. The aloof woman unaware of her desires had been transformed into her erotic sex-pet, her urges released and filled with a desire to satisfy and obey her. Jyla again felt excited eager to be ‘well ridden’ by Mistress. Mistress led her from the room by her leash and they entered a bedroom. Mistress indicated her pet to sit on the bed. Jyla knelt, her legs apart waiting for her mistress’s touch. She yearned to prove that she was Mistress’s and how good an erotic pet she was. Mistress approached and gently stroked Jyla's breasts and unclipped her leash. She gently pushed the yielding Jyla back onto the bed. Jyla felt so aroused as she knew she was there at her mistress’s command. She lay back on the bed thinking about what she was and realising that was only the first of many times that she would have sex with Mistress, whenever and however her mistress wanted. Jyla moved around on the bed, her body exploring the shiny rubber which clung tightly to the whole of her body. She stroked her hands all over slippery body, shuddering with the pleasure of being so erotic.

Jyla had no idea how much time had passed, but then Mistress also slid onto the bed, now changed into squealing and rippling rubber herself, though with her pussy already naked. Mistress reached down and unzipped the zip over Jyla’s pussy and gently stroked it. Jyla slowly turned to her mistress, highly aroused at the sight of the whole of her's owner's body held tightly and shiny. Then Mistress she pressed her lips against Jyla's and her gloved hand into her sex. The two slippery bodies interlocked as their tongues toyed with each other and they stroked each other's moist throbbing pussies, both moaning and grunting with pleasure; mistress barely distinguishable from slave.

Jyla kept kissing and fondling her mistress until her owner tired. Jyla curled up at Mistress's feet awaiting her next command. Again she had no sense of time passing, it was meaningless when not filled with the will of her mistress.

"Stand." Mistress commanded.

At her mistress’s order Jyla rose. Standing, Mistress zipped up her pet’s catsuit and Jyla shuddered with the pleasure as her body was sealed back into the shiny, slippery rubber.

“Welcome to your new home, my pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Jyla replied, stroking her body against her mistress’s, eager to pleasure her mistress and anticipating the ecstasy that such activity would in turn bring her; to serve, she knew now, gave her such a sensation.

“Wait here, I am sure Tamara will make you feel welcome. You will come to enjoy being used for sex by anyone I offer you to, I own you completely now.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jyla said, wondering excitedly who would use her in the future; knowing in that having sex with them would also be serving her mistress.

Mistress smiled as she stepped out of the room, seemingly very pleased with her new acquisition. A few moments later Tamara stepped in. She had changed out of her catsuit and wore a silver rubber swimsuit split at the crotch, a thong through her firm bum and leaving her breasts bare but otherwise clinging tightly to every contour of her torso. Deep inside her was one end of a double vibrator, it was black, shiny and buzzing. Jyla got up and swayed her rubber coated body towards her fellow slave, she paused as the vibrator touched the lips of her pussy, savouring the feeling. Then Tamara thrust forward, the vibrator slid effortlessly into Jyla's slick pussy. As the erotic sensation of being so taken swept over Jyla, she threw her head back, grunting loudly. She could not control herself, she moaned aloud and unashamedly as she rode the throbbing black rubber. Soon the women climbed to climax and fell back on the bed shrieking their pleasure. Then the two slaves lay back tired, panting.

Time passed, Mistress stepped into the room and casually stroked the glossy bodies of her pets: they purred. She locked leashes to their collars. “Follow.” she said. The two of them stood, swaying with the pleasure as they walked, aware of their eroticism. Mistress led Jyla and Tamara by their leashes back into the lounge. She sat on the sofa and Jyla and Tamara took their places on the cushions on the floor. They reclined and fondled their mistress’s shiny boots, as she resumed her business the pair of them were unconcerned with anything else but being obedient sexy. Jyla was delighted when Mistress gently stroked her shoulders and gloss bound bum. Jyla purred and shuddered with pleasure as she watched her mistress and slowly ran her tongue up Mistress’s slippery boots and along to her pussy. Mistress was delighted by the unsolicited licking and stroked her pet in return. Jyla continued fawning for Mistress, for her own urges of pleasing her mistress, she could not stop herself, she was nothing but a sex-slave.