Chapter 6.

Jessica was practicing her deep squats on the riding machine. Her powerful buttocks pressed down on the resistance band and bounced teasingly in a pulse inside her yoga pants.

Cindy watched, mesmerized, as sweat dripped down Jessica's toned skin, darkening her tight-stretch sports bra. Jessica had made her stand to attendance, ready to provide Jessica with a towel and sports drink.

Cindy squirmed. Doja Cat played on the multiple plasma screens scattered around the deluxe home gymnasium. In the video, a blue-skinned beauty ran her tongue over her lips, gyrated, and smirked into the camera as if aware there was a naked loser like Cindy, leashed and collared, trying and failing to suppress her arousal inside her chastity cage.

Jessica’s phone vibrated over an exercise bench and Cindy jumped at the sudden disturbance.

Jessica eased herself into a standing, cool-down position and flipped her ponytail as she scowled at Cindy from behind her shoulder.

“Don’t just stand there, freak. Go fetch it.”

Cindy stuttered as if she’d been caught in the act of something naughty. “Oh, um, yes,” she said, rushing to bring it to her, “right away, Miss.”

Jessica sighed, snatching it from Cindy’s weak grasp.

Cindy stared at the slow rise and fall of Jessica's sweaty bosom as she tapped across her phone.

Jessica’s frown shifted into a smirk. “It’s Kaylee,” she said to herself. “Says she has a surprise for me.”

“Oh,” said Cindy, “that’s nice. A friend of yours?”

Jessica glanced at Cindy, furrowing her brow and curling her lip as if suddenly remembering Cindy existed. “Just give me a drink.”

Cindy held the sports drink for her as Jessica drank it through a straw while responding to a text. Without looking, she reached over and snatched the towel from Cindy’s arm. She dabbed it over her skin and shook her head in annoyance as she caught Cindy staring at her.

“Are you getting turned on by this, freak?”

Cindy didn’t want to lie but couldn’t bring herself to admit it either. She knew it was wrong. Jessica should have been able to dab herself with a towel without perverts like Cindy making it sexual. She blushed in shame.

Jessica threw the towel over the front of her machine, lifted her arm above her head, and pulled on Cindy’s leash, forcing Cindy’s face directly into her damp armpit.

Cindy breathed deeply. The scent of Jessica’s workout was like a delicious spice.

“Oh my god. You like that don’t you?”

Cindy nodded, rubbing her nose and lips up and down Jessica’s sweat.

“Then lick it all up, freak.”

Cindy was thrilled. Her pussy tingled, compelling her to lap up as much of Jessica’s sweet sweat as she could. Maybe it was all the bland food she had been consuming, but Jessica tasted glorious. The sweat of a winner. A future champion.

Jessica pulled Cindy away and Cindy continued to lick at the air for a moment, not realizing she had been tapping her fingers against the stainless steel mesh that suppressed her leaks.

“You really are disgusting, you know that?”

“Yes, Miss. Thank you.”

“I’d tell you to clean my other armpit, but it looks like you’d enjoy that too much.”

“Yes, Miss,” said Cindy, disappointed. “I’m sorry.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Go see if Kaylee needs anything. I’m taking a shower.”

Cindy became aware of her nakedness. It had become second nature to be naked around Eleanor, Jessica, and Alison. The idea of showing herself to a stranger made her remember to be bashful. It was like a fantasy around Eleanor and the girls, but another person seeing her made her daily humiliation more real. If she appeared in front of this Kaylee girl, caged, collared, and leashed, with her tiny breasts displayed, would it not be considered sexual harassment?

“What?” said Jessica, annoyed.

“M-maybe, I can put some clothes on, Miss? Or maybe just a blanket?”

Jessica grinned at her. “Kaylee won’t mind. She’ll think it’s funny. Now go on. Don’t keep her waiting.”

“But-”

Jessica grabbed her by the nose and twisted. Cindy whimpered.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Cindy’s knees buckled into a curtsey. “S-sorry, Miss, I’ll be happy t-to see to your friend.”

Jessica released her. “Turn around.”

Cindy obeyed and Jessica unclipped the leash. For a moment Cindy thought Jessica had taken pity and thought to save her from that embarrassment. Instead, Jessica pushed Cindy away and began to spin the leash like a lasso before whipping the golden clip against Cindy’s spine.

Cindy yelped and hopped. The sharp sting ran all down her back. It was a true and devastating blow.

“What do you say, freak?”

“Th-thank you, Miss.”

Jessica laughed and clipped the leash back onto Cindy’s collar. “Now crawl.”

Cindy sank to her hands and knees. She crawled on all fours from the gymnasium with her leash scraping the floor, humbled, defeated, and aroused.

*

Cindy hid behind one of the Grecian columns in the marble foyer, poking her head out to watch Kaylee.

There was no doubt Kaylee was the same young blond from Athlétique, the elite sports store Cindy had purchased Jessica’s replacement Bosworth 96. She was radiant beneath the golden glow from the chandelier above her. She wore an open V-necked polo shirt and a pleated skirt that showed her toned, smooth legs. A Nike duffel bag was slung over her shoulder. She studied a modern acrylic hanging on the wainscotted wall while absent-mindedly tapping a key on the grand piano.

Cindy remembered Kaylee had been to school with Jessica, but she wasn’t aware they were friends. Cindy had a bad feeling as she cleared her throat to gain Kaylee’s attention.

Kaylee turned and arched a brow. A slight smirk appeared on her pretty face.

“Hello, Miss,” said Cindy, not thinking twice about using the title. All of Eleanor and her daughter’s acquaintances deserved to be addressed with respect. “Nice to see you again. Um, Miss Jessica will be with you shortly. Can I get you anything?”

“Well, well,” she said, “look who it is.”

Cindy blushed.

“Guess you really do work for Jessica.”

“For the family. Yes.”

“I mean, I knew Jessica had a new housekeeper. I just didn’t realize it was you. I thought you just ran her errands.”

“I, um, do a bit of everything, Miss. Can I get you a drink?”

“Awesome. This’ll be even better than I thought. Aren’t you wondering where the racket you ordered is?”

Cindy gulped at the mischievous glint in Kaylee’s blue eyes. She didn’t like the sound of that. She’d paid her a healthy tip to ensure Kaylee texted her as soon as it was available.

Kaylee shuffled the duffel bag over her shoulder and snickered.

Cindy’s skin prickled with dread. “Is…is that the racket, Miss?”

Kaylee grinned. “I’ll take a soda.”

Cindy’s eyes watered. “Miss Kaylee, please. If you have Miss Jessica’s racket, I really need it.”

“I said I want a soda. Go get it.”

“Please, Miss, I paid you. This-this isn’t fair.”

She held her grin. “You think I give a fuck?”

“Please, Miss, this is…stealing. I-I paid you for a service and-”

“How about we ask Jessica what she thinks? My word against yours? Who do you think she’ll believe?”

“I…I can get you more money if you like? Please tell me what you want.”

“I thought I said I wanted a soda? What the fuck are you still doing here?”

“Of course, Miss, but-”

“Now!”

Cindy jumped into action at the tone of Kaylee’s voice. It left no doubt as to who the better woman was.

*

Kaylee had neglected to specify what soda she wanted and Cindy had been too nervous to think to ask. Orange seemed the best choice. Everybody liked orange, right?

“Hey!”

Cindy recoiled at the voice behind her. She turned to see Jessica with her hands on the hips of her short-skirted summer dress. She had blow-dried her hair and tied it into a loose top bun.

“You still haven’t brought Kaylee a drink yet? What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Sorry, Miss,” said Cindy, closing the refrigerator door, knowing excuses were not going to help her. “I’m going there right now.”

“Yes, you fucking are.” She clicked her fingers and pointed down at her feet.

Cindy blushed and shuffled to kneel on the floor by Jessica’s sandals. She looked down at Jessica’s creamy toenails and wished she could give them a kiss. They were so beautiful.

Jessica grabbed Cindy’s leash and wrapped the leather around her wrist, yanking Cindy closer to the floor. It was humbling to be thrown around like a rag doll. But there was also a comfort to it. While under the power of her leash holder, there were no decisions to be made. She was just…led. It had been scarily easy to adjust to the leashed life. Almost like it had always been meant to be.

Jessica strode confidently from the kitchen and Cindy scuttled on all fours to keep up, clutching Kaylee’s chilled soda, hoping it wouldn’t fizz. She felt nauseous at the prospect of Kaylee seeing her like this, but she had to trust Jessica knew her friend would not be offended. It wasn’t as if she had a choice anyway.

Jessica picked up speed as she arrived in the foyer through the Grecian archway. “Kaylee!” She sounded genuinely happy to see her.

Cindy scampered like an ape in her effort to keep up.

Kaylee’s eyes widened and her brows raised in surprise at seeing Cindy in all her naked, caged, and leashed patheticness.

Jessica gave Kaylee a hug and a kiss on her cheek. “It’s so good to see you. I missed you.”

Cindy had never heard such warmth in Jessica’s voice before. It made her feel warm. She smiled shyly up at them. She was embarrassed but proud to be part of their reunion.

“I kind of sprung this on you,” said Kaylee, “Is this really okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”

Kaylee shrugged. “I know how busy you’ve been, training for the Open.”

“Oh Kaylee, I’m never too busy for you.”

Kaylee blushed and smiled. “I have something for you.”

She removed the duffel bag from her shoulder and opened the zip. Cindy stared in horror as her worst fears came true. Kaylee smiled happily as she produced the Bosworth 96 Cindy had paid for.

Jessica gasped and gave her friend another hug. “Oh, Kaylee! It’s just like my old one.” She took it from her and swiped at the air for some practice strokes. “The weight is perfect. I can’t wait to try it out. Thank you.” She gave her another hug and a kiss.

Kaylee beamed. “I’m so happy you like it. I knew you needed it for your tournament.”

Cindy quietly held onto her resentment.

“Hey,” said Jessica, tugging on the leash and scowling down at Cindy by her feet. “The fuck, freak? Why did you leave it to Kaylee to go out of her way to bring me this? Why didn’t you pick it up?”

Kaylee sneered down at her. “I know, right? I texted her it was ready.”

Cindy whimpered. Kaylee was lying. Cindy checked her phone regularly. She even looked through her messages multiple times just on the off chance she might have accidentally missed it. She looked up at Kaylee hoping for some sort of mercy, but Kaylee was clearly enjoying herself.

Jessica's displeasure was evident on her face. “Didn’t I fucking tell you how important this racket was? I bet you did it on purpose. You want to see me fail, don’t you?”

“N-no, Miss,” said Cindy, clasping her hands around Kaylee’s soda in supplication, “I would never. I’m praying for your success. Honest. I-I never saw a text.”

“Hey cunt,” said Kaylee, “are you calling me a liar?”

Cindy wanted to say yes but knew that would go worse for her if she did. “N-no, Miss, b-but, maybe you used the wrong number? Y-you can check my phone and see there’s no text.”

Kaylee scoffed. “Like that proves anything. You could have just deleted my text in case someone checked it.”

Jessica nodded. “She’s devious enough to do that.”

“I’m s-sorry, Miss, please,” she said, her voice cracking into a cry. She was as trapped as her pussy.

“Oh, you will be,” said Jessica. “But first apologize to my friend. How dare you accuse her like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Kaylee chuckled as Cindy edged closer to her.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Kaylee.”

“Do better than that, freak,” said Jessica, raising her leg and pushing the flat of her sandal against the back of Cindy’s head, forcing her face against Kaylee’s sneakers.

Cindy continued to apologize against the foam. She circled her hips, gyrating her chastity against the floor.

“Oh my god,” laughed Kaylee. “Jess, seriously, what is this thing? I mean, I knew she was a wimp as soon as I saw her, but this is like another level sad.”

“I know right? My mom found her in a Krogers. Can you believe it?”

“Like, she just picked her off the shelf?”

Jessica laughed. “That would have been hilarious. But no. Apparently this freak went to school with my mom. She had a total crush on her and was desperate for any sort of attention. It was just an accident my mom found her again. But it turns out this freak is still in love with her. I think she’s literally spent the last twenty-five years masturbating to her.”

“Gross. Though not anymore,” said Kaylee, nodding at Cindy’s cage.

They both had a good laugh and Cindy continued to hump the floor. It was no accident Eleanor found her. It was destiny.

“Heeey,” said Kaylee, “I never got my soda.”

Jessica yanked Cindy’s leash, choking her. “Where’s her soda, freak?”

Cindy gagged and raised the can.

Kaylee took it. “Orange? I wanted raspberry cream.”

She pulled open the tab and there was a hiss of escaped air. She held it over Cindy’s head and poured, drenching Cindy’s hair and shoulders. Jessica and Kaylee both laughed as Cindy hung her head in shame.

“Clean this up, freak,” said Jessica, placing the braided leather of the leash inside Cindy’s mouth. Cindy bit down to keep it from slipping out. “Then meet us outside. I want to practice with my new racket.”

“Yes, Miss,” said Cindy through the leather.

*

Cindy was sticky as she made her way outside to the tennis court. Jessica and Kaylee were already warming up, chatting, and casually bouncing balls on the firm grass with their rackets. They stood on either side of a chalice-shaped stand filled with tennis balls.

Jessica saw Cindy first. “Took you long enough, freak.”

Kaylee laughed. “Did you remember my raspberry cream?”

“Yes, Miss,” said Cindy, presenting it to her with a curtsey.

Kaylee took it from her and sipped, tilting her head back as if posing for an Instagram sponsorship. She exhaled in pleasure and grinned at Cindy.

Cindy swallowed her own spit in an effort at satiating her own thirst.

Jessica grabbed Cindy’s leash and pulled her close. “Okay, freak,” she said, causing Cindy to shrink before her, “we’re going to practice our serves and we want something to aim for. Got it?”

Cindy nodded, flushing from intimidation.

Jessica inserted the leash back inside Cindy’s mouth and pointed with her racket to the other end of the court.

Kaylee took another couple of sips and placed her can on the patio as Cindy shuffled to the baseline with the leather between her teeth.

Cindy stood shaking as she awaited Jessica’s lightning bolt of a serve. She knew from the looks on their faces they were going to enjoy this, and tragically, Cindy knew her locked pussy would too. Alison had once called her “spineless” but that was an insult to invertebrates. Even insects had a basic survival instinct. What the hell kind of creature was Cindy?

Jessica’s serve was a bullet. The ball bounced aggressively inside the service box, rebounded off the grass, and smashed into Cindy’s forehead. Cindy backstepped. Water dislodged from her eyes.

There were cheers from across the court. Kaylee congratulated Jessica and then took her own turn. She threw the ball above her head, arched her back, pushed forward her breasts, and smacked the ball as hard as she could on its descent. It traveled with less velocity than Jessica’s and skidded off the grass. Cindy hopped to avoid contact.

“Heeey,” said Kaylee to Jessica. “That isn’t fair. She moved.”

“You’re right,” said Jessica. “Hey! Stay still next time, freak.”

Cindy held her breath and nodded. She curled her hands into fists to steady her nerve as she awaited the next round.

Jessica’s form was clearly the superior of the two, even by Cindy’s untrained eye. Her feet were spaced as she lifted her ball. She bent her legs and turned her shoulders in a circular loop as she struck the ball.

Cindy only saw a faint green blur as it shot over the net and pounded into her collarbone. She fell to a knee and clutched at her bone. For a panicked moment, she feared it had broken. How could something with a rubber core hurt so much? Somehow, she kept the leash between her teeth.

They rejoiced and Kaylee gave Jessica a congratulatory hug.

“Great shot, Jess,” said Kaylee, taking a ball from the chalice. “Extra points if we get her chastity?”

Jessica laughed. “Stand up, freak, and spread your legs to give us a target.”

Cindy was unsteady as she raised herself up. The shock of that last shot had made her woozy. She was relieved as Kaylee’s ball bounced harmlessly away between her legs.

Jessica was more precise. Her strike was true as she fired a ball directly against the stainless steel mesh. Cindy felt the impact against her sensitive pussy lips and squealed through the leather in her mouth, much to the delight of Jessica and Kaylee.

“You’re too good for me Jess,” said Kaylee, “this isn’t a fair game.”

“Oh, Kaylee, you have good form, you just need to work on your aim. But I have an idea you might like.” She turned menacingly toward Cindy. “Get your ass over to the net, freak.”

Cindy was tender where she had been struck and waddled to where Jessica pointed. She knew the red splotches over her skin would soon be more bruises to add to her collection.

Jessica followed her to the net, grinning. She grabbed Cindy’s leash, yanked her to the ground, and wrapped it around the post, leaving Cindy trapped on a short leash. Cindy felt the tightness around her throat.

Jessica returned to Kaylee and tapped the Apple watch on her wrist.

An electric motor began to whir as the deluxe shotmaker shifted into life, searching for its prey. The numbers on the screen increased and Cindy’s eyes widened as she saw the final number landed at 135 mph. She turned back to Jessica, pleading with watery eyes.

Jessica grinned at her. “Oh, come on, freak,” she said, “it’s only a tennis ball. It won’t do any real damage.”

“Might sting a little,” added Kaylee which caused more laughter.

The ball fired as if from a cannon. It exploded against Cindy’s nose, knocking her into the net. She would have collapsed had her tight leash not prevented it. Blood trickled. She was left nauseous and dizzy.

Kaylee rested her head on Jessica’s shoulder, laughing hysterically and pointing her racket at the spectacle.

“Hey,” said Jessica, between her own laughs, “if you bleed on the grass, I’ll make you lick it clean.”

Cindy cupped her nose in her hand to collect her blood. She raised her arm to protect her face from the next one and it slammed against her bone. She tried to duck lower to the floor to avoid it but Jessica controlled the angle to follow, ensuring there was nowhere to hide.

She humped her chastity over the grass, hoping some of the blades might get inside the tiny holes in her mesh to tickle her lips. She cried as much from sexual frustration as from the pain.

She heard Eleanor’s voice from behind her head. She turned to see her goddess walk outside through the double glass doors of her mansion as another ball punched the side of her skull.

Eleanor wore a white, Milano silk blouse with an open V-neck that was tucked inside black tight-fit ankle jeans with a Valentino Garavani, gold buckle belt. The golden chain around her neck that kept Cindy's key drew the eye to her cleavage. A large smile was on her face as she observed Cindy’s predicament, showing off her immaculate teeth.

“I was wondering what this excitement was,” she said.

Jessica waved her new racket at her. “Look, Mom. I got it. Thanks to Kaylee. It’s perfect.”

Eleanor looked Kaylee up and down as if scanning her. Kaylee held herself proudly with perfect posture. It was evident she was worthy of belonging in the company of Eleanor and Jessica.

Tennis balls continued to smack against Cindy, despite nobody paying her any more attention. It made it even more humiliating to suffer alone. She rubbed her crotch against the grass even more furiously.

“It’s great to meet you, Mrs. Noble,” said Kaylee.

Eleanor nodded at her. “Call me Eleanor, dear.”

Kaylee smiled and blushed. They hugged and Eleanor gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You must stay for dinner.”

“I’d love to Eleanor. Thank you so much.”

Jessica smiled and held Kaylee’s hand. They gently swayed their arms together affectionately.

Eleanor called over to Cindy, raising her voice. “I want this tidied up when you’re finished, Cindy. Then you can start dinner. Alison is out with her friends but Kaylee will be joining us in her stead.”

Cindy removed her arm from her face and another ball struck her which brought titters from the watching women.

“Yes, Goddess,” she said, as loudly as she could.

There was no question she would be staying as late as Eleanor required. Her obligations to her own family were completely irrelevant to both Eleanor and herself.

*

Cindy cooked ricotta ravioli with nettle pesto and pine nuts, served with a corn avocado salad. It was an intense cook that required precise timing and the finest of ingredients. It looked beautiful as she decorated it over Versace porcelain dinner plates. It could have been a Michelin-star meal. She wished she could have tasted it, but that would have been against Eleanor’s orders to only eat plain food. Something as luxurious as this was not meant for taste buds like hers.

She sipped tap water to ease the grumbling in her stomach as the mouthwatering scent was a reminder she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

She loaded a serving cart and wheeled it from the kitchen to the dining room.

Eleanor sat at the head of a tri-tone wooden gloss table on a large mahogany dining chair cushioned in jacquard fabric. Jessica and Kaylee sat on either side of her, facing each other.

Cindy laid their plates between the handcrafted French cutlery and poured a Coriolis Pinot Noir into their crystalline glasses. They chatted amongst themselves, ignoring the collared and caged, naked woman serving them as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Cindy curtsied and backed away to the wall to await further orders. She admired the genuine Camille Pissarro in an ornate golden frame hanging on the renaissance wainscotted wall between two Castille lamps. It must have been worth a fortune.

Antique china sat inside mahogany curio cabinets. The rare pieces would only increase in value over time, further adding to Eleanor’s net worth and the inheritance her daughters stood to receive.

What would Cindy pass on to Sarah? Her debt? It was yet another reminder that Eleanor was better than her in every conceivable way. People like Eleanor deserved to have nice things and people like Cindy did not. When you thought of it that way, life was actually quite simple.

Eleanor leaned forward in her seat and the key to Cindy’s chastity dangled teasingly over her breasts. She eyed Cindy and pouted as if sensing Cindy’s attention upon it. She clicked her fingers and pointed down at her Gianvito Rossi block heels.

Cindy squeaked happily and rushed to her, dropping into a crawl. She pressed her nose against the expensive Italian leather and inhaled.

Eleanor took possession of Cindy’s leash and looped it around her wrist. Cindy immediately felt safer knowing Eleanor was now in complete command. There were no complaints about the meal. She had served them well. Now she could relax with Eleanor’s boots, laying gentle kisses over the instep.

“Oh wow,” said Kaylee, looking down at Cindy as she worked Eleanor’s boots. “I still can’t get over this. I mean, at first, I thought she was just your servant but she’s actually more like a slave, right?”

She was right. Who but a slave would perform all she had done without pay or acknowledgment? Cindy allowed herself a mischievous lick of the leather.

Eleanor lifted her glass and circled her wine. “I don’t like the term slave, Kaylee. It suggests a coercive relationship. The truth is Cindy’s own choices have led her to this point. She had numerous opportunities to back out and refuse me. She’s an adult woman. She’s plenty capable of showing her own agency. The truth is, this is the life she wants.”

“But I don’t get it,” said Kaylee, “I mean, she enjoys this?”

Eleanor smiled. “There are many words for someone like Cindy. But essentially, she’s a submissive. Albeit an extreme example of the species. It can be a challenge for people like us to fully comprehend their mindsets. Tell me, Kaylee, how does it make you feel when you see her like this? And don’t be shy. You are with friends.”

“I suppose, it makes me want to…do things to her.”

“It triggers something in you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I want to hurt her. I want to humiliate her. I want to…destroy her.”

Jessica reached over the table and rubbed Kaylee’s hand, smiling at her.

Eleanor nodded. “That’s because you’re special, Kaylee. I knew as soon as I saw you. We always recognize our own, just like we always recognize them. You were popular at school, weren’t you, Kaylee? No shortage of simps and losers so desperate for your attention they practically begged to buy you things? Carry your bags? Do your homework? Compliment you? Adore you? And in return, you manipulated them, controlled them, teased, denied, and abused them, didn’t you? It made you feel powerful?”

Kaylee blushed and nodded.

“Kaylee was incredible, Mom,” said Jessica, squeezing her friend’s hand.

“I wasn’t as talented as you, Jess. You were always an inspiration for me.”

They smiled at each other.

Eleanor took a sip of her wine. “Well, as addictive and rewarding as it is for us to abuse them, likewise every insult, humiliation, and degradation is dopamine inside their little submissive minds. They love it. They crave it. This is like a dream come true for little Cindy here,” she tugged Cindy’s leash, choking her, “isn’t it?”

“Yesss, G-Goddess. Th-thank you.”

They all laughed at her. Eleanor slackened the leash and Cindy returned Eleanor’s boots. They tasted much better than any Michelin star dinner.

Eleanor continued. “Think of it like a coin. We exist on one side and they on the other. Does that make sense?”

Kaylee nodded happily. “Definitely. It’s like we are magnetically drawn to each other. We are driven to dominate and they to be dominated.”

Eleanor smiled at her. “You know, Kaylee. You’re an impressive young woman. I think you are capable of great things.”

Jessica gasped. “Mom, really? Are you serious?”

“What?” said Kaylee excitedly, “what is it?”

Eleanor sipped more wine. “Jessica tells me you work at Athlétique?”

Kaylee sighed and sulkily stabbed her ravioli. “It’s temporary.”

“Don’t be ashamed, Kaylee. I wasn’t born into wealth either. My parents were just normal people too. Money allows for superior nutrition, education, health, and beautification, but it isn’t an inherent sign of dominance. What matters most is your charisma, your confidence, leadership, intelligence, creativity, and appearance. Wealth and power will come to you in time. Once you are inducted.”

Kaylee’s eyes gleamed. “Inducted?”

Eleanor smiled. “Yes. As a Daughter of Isis. We are a collection of highly influential, powerful women, bonded by our love of abuse and domination. Membership will ensure you live the life you deserve. Through our connections, you will join the pinnacle of society. Do you want to rise to the top of the corporate ladder? Start your own business? Or simply live off passive income from property and stocks? You will have access to all our vast financial networks. All your ambitions will be realized.”

“My God, Eleanor, really?”

“Of course, Kaylee. The way you so effortlessly dominated and manipulated little Cindy here shows me what kind of person you are. You deserve it.”

“Eleanor, this is…beyond anything I thought possible. I-” she choked up a little and fanned her face, “I’m so grateful. Thank you.”

Jessica squeezed her hand. “You deserve it, Kaylee. And with my mom as your sponsor, you’re pretty much-guaranteed membership. She’s one of the top sisters in this chapter.”

Eleanor chuckled. “My word is not quite a guarantee. Kaylee will still have to prove to the sisters what a powerful woman she is, baby. You know how it works. One sister, one vote. My influence will help you, but ultimately it’s up to you to impress them.”

“How do I do that, Eleanor?” said Kaylee.

Eleanor smiled. “You prove you are a superior woman. Let’s practice. Cindy!”

The sudden firmness in Eleanor’s voice made Cindy jump. She lifted herself from Eleanor’s boots and knelt, staring up at her goddess, trembling with excitement. Eleanor pouted and handed the leash to Kaylee.

Cindy swiveled on her knees to face her new leash holder. She felt suddenly cold without Eleanor as if she had been ripped from the womb. Kaylee’s grin did little to ease her fear. Eleanor reached and stroked down her sticky hair. Cindy chirped, feeling immediately safer knowing Eleanor was close.

“Now then,” said Eleanor, “what would you like to do with her?”

Kaylee hummed as she thought to herself. “First of all, I want her to slap herself.”

Eleanor chuckled. “Don’t tell me, dear. Tell her.”

Kaylee tightened the leash around her forearm, forcing Cindy to arch her back. “You heard me, wimp. Slap yourself.”

Cindy gulped and raised her hand as if possessed. The thought of disobeying her leash holder was anxiety-inducing. Her goddess observed, and Cindy would not embarrass her. She was a good girl. She held her breath and beat her palm across her cheek, leaving a nice sting to the amusement of all.

“Is that the best you can do? Harder!”

Cindy extended her arm wide and slapped with as much momentum as she could, twisting her neck upon the impact.

‘Urf,’ said Kaylee, “you’re too weak-” she swung her own arm back, flexing her muscles. “Like this!”

She smacked her palm across Cindy's stinging cheekbone. Cindy would have plummeted to the floor had Kaylee not held her on a tight leash. Her vision went fuzzy for a moment. Her cheek burned with pain and embarrassment.

Everyone but Cindy had a good laugh about it.

Kaylee grabbed Cindy’s nose, squeezed tightly, and twisted until Cindy yelped. Kaylee grinned and swirled saliva in her mouth. Cindy blinked tears. She knew what was coming, there was no need for an order. She slowly opened her mouth and Kaylee spat directly inside.

Cindy swallowed and issued a feeble “thank you, Miss,” which only added fuel to the humiliating laughter around her.

Eleanor retook possession of Cindy’s leash and Cindy huddled low to the floor by Eleanor’s feet, sobbing quietly, and drumming her fingers over her chastity.

“Wonderful, Kaylee,” said Eleanor. “With just a little practice, you’ll have no problem gaining the sisters' respect.”

Kaylee beamed.

“The induction sounds scarier than it is.”

Jessica laughed. “For us anyway. It’s pretty fucking terrifying for them.”

Eleanor chuckled. “True. The induction is your opportunity to impress us all with your dominance. Complete control is expected. It’s important your victim doesn’t show any kind of resistance. That kind of rebellion should be immediately squashed. Of course, with proper training, you shouldn’t have any difficulty exerting your power.”

Kaylee smiled. “Was this one used at your own induction, Eleanor?”

“No, this one is new. Hard to believe she’s still a work in progress, isn’t it? I think she may be one of the most pathetic creatures I’ve ever dealt with.”

Cindy smiled to herself. She was special. Eleanor had said so.

“So where do I find my own?” said Kaylee.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that. You’ll have a natural radar for potential targets. They aren’t so difficult to find. Think about the types at school who were shy, timid, and lacked any kind of self-esteem or self-respect. The kind of loser who never stood up for themselves and always came back for more. It will take some time to manipulate them into being induction worthy, but so long as you are demanding, entitled, and sadistic, they will crumble to your will. The world and everything in it belongs to people like us, Kaylee. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Don’t worry, Kaylee,” said Jessica. “I have an idea in mind.”

Kaylee smiled at her.

“Hey, Mom? How about a demonstration?”

Eleanor finished her wine. “A wonderful idea, baby. I think it’s about time we broke Cindy in to her new life properly.”

*

Cindy crawled over the cold stone floor, staring up at the tantalizing sway of Eleanor’s buttocks inside her tight ankle jeans as she led Cindy by her leash to the center of the dark basement.

A spotlight detected their motion overhead and cast a beam of light down on them. Jessica and Kaylee followed with their arms around each other’s waists, chatting together excitedly. Cindy felt sick with nerves.

Eleanor stopped by a black metal post. A circular winch was wrapped in a steel chain connected to a metal ceiling beam and suspension hook. The structure was like an industrial gallows. Eleanor smiled down at Cindy and pulled the lever on the winch to lower the hook closer to the floor.

Cindy stared up at her goddess doe-eyed and Eleanor lightly brushed the back of her hand over Cindy’s cheek. Cindy rubbed against it.

“Baby?” said Eleanor to Jessica, “fetch the suspension cuffs.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” said Jessica. “Come on, Kaylee,” she said, taking her by the hand, “let me show you my mom’s collection.”

Spotlights illuminated their steps. Cindy’s eyes widened as she saw them head toward a wall of torture. There were crops, floggers, paddles, and slappers of numerous designs and weights, including the obsidian nightmare Eleanor had used to pulverize Cindy’s bony little behind the week prior.

Below the weapons was a low shelf that held multiple brass mannequin heads trapped inside various bondage masks. There were some with blindfolds, some with ponytails, some with harnesses, some had zippers, and others had buckles.

Kaylee admired the craftsmanship. “Wow,” she said, “you really use all of these?”

“My mom’s an expert,” said Jessica, squatting to open a trunk and pulling out various manacles, cuffs, and spreader bars. “Don’t worry, it looks daunting now, but my mom will help you with your technique.” She held up a pair of leather cuffs with buckles and metal rings, dangling from them mockingly. “These one’s right, Mom?”

“Those will be fine,” said Eleanor. “And yes, Kaylee, no need to be intimidated. We’ll start slowly. Jessica, bring me one of the hundred-fall floggers as well, will you?”

“Sure thing, Mom. And the nipple clamps?”

Cindy whimpered and lowered her face to Eleanor’s boots as if for protection.

Eleanor chuckled. “You’re a cruel girl, baby.”

Jessica batted her eyelashes innocently. “Pleeease?”

“Please Eleanor,” said Kaylee, clasping her hands, “I want to see.”

“Oh, very well. And you may choose a hood you like, Kaylee.”

Jessica and Kaylee squealed and hugged.

Eleanor smiled at them as they searched. “Those girls,” she said, shaking her head.

“G-goddess?” said Cindy, looking up at Eleanor from the floor. “I’m…scared.”

Eleanor smiled down at her. “Of course, you are. That’s part of the fun.”

“Goddess,” she said quietly so as to not allow the girls to hear, “you won’t-” she watched as Jessica whipped the air with the flogger, cutting the wind, “leave me alone with them, will you?”

Eleanor scratched the top of Cindy’s head with her fingernail and smirked.

“Oh my god, Kaylee,” said Jessica, distracting Eleanor’s attention back to them. “You’re so fucking evil.”

Cindy gulped.

“She wants the deprivation mask, Mom,” said Jessica happily.

Kaylee beamed.

Cindy whimpered. It was like something from a horror movie. The mannequin head was completely encased in suffocating leather, tightened with straps, and padlocked. She wondered how anybody would be able to breathe in a monstrosity like that.

Eleanor chuckled. “You have a good eye, Kaylee. But I think for your first time, it might be nice to see and hear the pain you inflict. Remember, Cindy is new to this too. I haven’t had a chance to experiment with her too much myself yet.”

Cindy’s eyes watered with gratitude. Eleanor was not just her key and leash holder. She was her protector. Her true goddess. She was filled with love for her. She would not let her down. She would be a good whipping doll. She laid a kiss on Eleanor’s boot.

“How about number three?” said Eleanor, indicating a leather facial harness with three buckled leather straps and an inbuilt ball gag.

Kaylee removed it from the mannequin head and with a big smile walked back with Jessica. The spotlight shut off, hiding the implements of torture once more in darkness.

Jessica grinned evilly as she handed her mom the cuffs.

“Arms,” said Eleanor.

Cindy quivered as she presented them, staring up at her goddess in fear and adoration. Eleanor inserted Cindy’s hands and arms inside the leather and tightly buckled the straps. Cindy felt security in the compression of her bones.

“Stand,” ordered Eleanor, pulling Cindy’s leash.

Cindy hopped to her feet and Eleanor directed her beneath the suspension bar. She grabbed Cindy’s leather-bound arms, forced them above her head, and attached the metal rings on the cuffs to the bar via climbing clips.

“Mouth,” commanded Eleanor and Cindy opened her jaw as wide as it could go.

Eleanor pouted at her as she took the mask from Kaylee and pushed the rubber ball gag inside Cindy’s mouth.

Cindy gagged. Her heart rate increased as she realized it would be too large to breathe through. It pressed down on her tongue and tasted of rubber. She wriggled her body, pulling down her cuffs to try and remove it, but she was trapped to the bar.

Her protests were muffled as Eleanor clinically wrapped the leather straps around Cindy’s face and tightened the buckles. Cindy’s breath stuttered through her nose as she scurried her feet over the floor in panic.

Eleanor grabbed her by the collar and loomed into her face. “Watch it,” she said, “you almost kicked me.”

Cindy muffled an apology. Her pulse hammered into her neck, wrists, and chest. She tried to control her breathing. She had to trust Eleanor. Eleanor would not do her any serious harm.

Kaylee laughed. “She looks super uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s awful,” said Eleanor, cranking the winch and raising Cindy from the floor via the suspension hook.

Cindy inhaled and exhaled manically through her widening nostrils, gagging and drooling.

Eleanor raised a finger and held it against her lips, shushing her. Cindy tried desperately to control her panic, desperate to be a good girl. Jessica and Kaylee laughed at her struggles.

“As you can see,” said Eleanor, not looking away from Cindy, “she’s now completely helpless.” She extended her hand. “The clamps, baby.”

Jessica was delighted to oblige and Eleanor clipped the steel pegs to Cindy’s hard nipples. Cindy mewled at the pain.

Eleanor gave the chain between the two clamps a tug. Cindy yowled as she felt her nipples simultaneously stretched and squeezed.

“Do you see how much power I have over her with just one hand?”

“Yes!” said Kaylee, “I see it. This is so awesome.”

“The temptation,” continued Eleanor as Cindy tried to stay as still as possible to prevent the pain from worsening, ‘is to keep pushing and pushing. It’s intoxicating to have this much power. It can be hard to restrain yourself.”

She released her hold and Cindy felt immediate relief. The regular pinch now felt pleasant in comparison.

“But we have to remember,” said Eleanor, “they are far weaker than us. You risk seriously injuring or crippling them if you go too far. Part of the pleasure of owning them is to have them adore and serve you. It’s hard for them to do their job if they are too broken. Our gin and tonics don’t make themselves, do they?”

They laughed.

“Here’s what I don’t get, though,” said Kaylee. ‘I know what we get from this, but what do they get from it? I mean, I can’t even imagine being this pathetic.”

“I can show you exactly what they get,” said Eleanor, taking the key from her necklace and slotting it inside the first padlock on Cindy’s chastity.

Cindy’s skin prickled with excitement. It was happening. She was being unlocked. Her pussy would feel air once more. She moaned, long and hard into her ball gag. Her eyelids flickered as Eleanor opened each of her padlocks and pulled the stainless steel chastity down Cindy’s thighs. Cindy’s pussy was soaked. She jiggled her hips, humping at the air and leaking.

Kaylee gasped and covered her mouth.

Eleanor chuckled. “Quite the little pervert isn’t she?”

“You can say that again,” said Kaylee, “I guess that’s why you keep her locked up.”

Eleanor nodded sagely and shimmied the chastity back in place. Cindy pleaded inside her gag for relief, shaking her head as Eleanor locked her back up again. Tears streamed down her face. She was so close.

Nobody paid her any mind.

Eleanor continued her lesson. “It also helps in obedience training. You’ll be surprised at the extra effort they go to once they can’t touch themselves. I can’t recommend it enough. There is also the psychological element. You can freely enjoy sensual pleasure at their expense while they must suffer and toil for even a glimmer of what we enjoy. It’s a constant reminder of our respective places in life.”

“I love it,” said Kaylee. “Where can I get all of this stuff?”

“The sisters understand an inductee must be able to train their submissives. Their obedience is a large part of what you will be judged on. They will provide everything you need.” She took the flogger from Jessica, brushing the leather prongs against her open palm, “I take it you’ve never used one of these before?”

Kaylee shook her head with a hungry look in her eyes. Jessica squeezed her shoulder and grinned.

Eleanor nodded. “The trick is to inflict the maximum amount of pain with the least amount of damage. For instance-” she pointed the flogger at Cindy’s quivering body, “we want to target areas of larger circumference that have some padding. The thighs and upper shoulders are good candidates. When your skills increase, you can start beating the breasts and genitals, but I suggest we start with something simpler. It can be tempting to go for the stomach but you risk damaging internal organs. Trust me, there is nothing more annoying than having to cut a session early because your victim needs medical attention.”

Kaylee nodded along to the instruction, taking mental notes.

Eleanor walked around to Cindy’s back, allowing the leather prongs of the flogger to slither over Cindy’s naked body as she passed.

“For a beginner, the absolute best area is the rump.” Kaylee and Jessica followed to investigate. “As you can see, she’s already taken a paddling there.”

They snickered. Cindy struggled to try and see what they were doing behind her back, gagging and whimpering.

Eleanor continued. “First of all," she said, maneuvering her feet into position, “the strike comes from your wrist, not your arm. Gripping the handle high will improve your aim. We want to strike the flesh, not the tailbone. Warm up with some light swats,” she demonstrated by flicking her wrist and slapping the thongs gently against Cindy’s ass.

Cindy moaned. The sting was soothing. It felt amazing. She clenched her ass cheeks, anticipating the true strike.

“Take your time. When you’ve steadied your aim-,” she raised the flogger high above her head, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward intimidatingly, and then used her wrist to whip the flogger down with all her might against Cindy’s buttocks.

The leather reverberated against flesh in a sickening slap. Cindy howled inside her gag. Her chain rattled as she rocked back and forth from the impact. She began to sob uncontrollably. She had masturbated to BDSM videos, fantasizing that one day Eleanor would be the one administering the punishment to her, and now, finally, it was a reality. She had no idea that something so painful could feel so good. It was bliss. It was happiness.

Eleanor pouted and handed the flogger to Kaylee. “Now you try. Remember, practice your aim and then strike.”

Jessica took out her phone and began to record the session, grinning at the screen.

Kaylee did her best to mimic Eleanor’s technique. Her strike was jerkier than Eleanor’s but still elicited a howl from Cindy.

“Good form, Kaylee,” said Eleanor, “keep going. Don’t be shy. The buttocks can take a lot of punishment. It’s why they make such fun targets.”

“Your first flogging, Kaylee,” said Jessica, “how does it feel?”

“Amazing,” said Kaylee, raising the flogger above her head and bringing it back down hard against Cindy’s flesh.

Jessica laughed. “And how about you freak?”

Cindy struggled to speak through the gag. “Amawzing, Mwiss,” she said. Kaylee smacked her again causing her to scream.

“Wonderful, Kaylee,” said Eleanor. “Always ensure they remember it. Don’t allow her to sit comfortably for weeks. She should carry the sting with her wherever she goes. She should sleep with her buttocks burning.”

“Hey, Mom,” said Jessica, “I want a turn too.”

Eleanor chuckled. “Of course, you do, baby. I know, why don’t we all take turns? Go and bring us two more floggers, baby. We’ll really give her a beating to remember.”

Jessica put away her phone and practically skipped back to the weapon wall to find more floggers. When she returned, the three of them proceeded to take turns flogging Cindy’s ass.

Cindy found she could recognize the perpetrator of her pain from their technique. Jessica was clumsy but strong. She paid the least amount of attention to the direction of her strikes and often whacked Cindy’s lower thighs. Kaylee was weaker but made up for it with accuracy, hitting the same place time after time, increasing the pain. Eleanor was the perfect combination of power and precision. She was smooth, clean, and brutal. Cindy found herself enduring Jessica and Kaylee, waiting for her goddess's next elegant and terrible strike.

There was something gratifying in the methodical pain. Cindy had no control, no agency, and no will of her own. She was liberated. It was as if her mind had separated from her body. Her soul floated in the ether. Her screams became long moans. Her eyelids flickered and she drooled as if she had fallen into a pleasure-induced coma.

“Okay,” said Eleanor, after a while, “I think she’s had enough.”

“Awwwww,” said Kaylee and Jessica in unison.

“I know girls, but she’ll need some recovery time. I have a party coming up and she won’t be of any use if she can’t walk.”

“Oh my god, Kaylee,” said Jessica, “you’re coming, right?”

Kaylee smiled at her. “I’d love to, Jess.”

Jessica hugged her. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

*

Eleanor opened a medical bag. She retrieved a pair of black surgical gloves and stretched them over her hands.

“This may seem tedious,” she said as she pushed Cindy’s head down to raise her ass higher, “but it’s important to treat the wounds. The quicker they heal, the quicker you can play with them again.”

She forced Cindy’s face toward the floor as she opened a bottle of salt water and poured it over Cindy’s wounds.

Cindy’s buttocks burned as if melted in acid. She screamed inside her gag which brought laughter from Jessica and Kaylee.

Eleanor smiled and pulled out a tube of Neosporin from her leather bag and applied it to the fingers of her latex glove.

“There’s also a psychological aspect to it.” She trailed her fingers lightly over Cindy’s cuts and scars.

Cindy moaned, happy and warm to feel Eleanor’s healing touch.

“She will love me even more than she already does after this. She will feel safe under my protection. They seek us out because they are weak and we are strong. They want us to take complete control of their bodies and minds. They want to place complete trust in someone better and stronger than they are. This kind of care reinforces our status over them.”

She opened some plasters. “Isn’t that right, Cindy?” she said as she slapped the plasters over Cindy’s rump.

Cindy yelped. “Yush, Gwoddesh. Thwank you.”

They laughed.

Eleanor packed up. “She’ll stay sore for a while but she’ll heal up quite nicely.” She walked over to Cindy’s front and smiled down at her victim.

Cindy raised her chin from the floor and saw Eleanor’s nipples were erect within her Milano silk.

Eleanor unbuckled the mask, peeled the leather from Cindy’s sweaty face, and pulled out the ball gag.

Cindy coughed and choked, regaining her breath. “Was…I…okay…for…you…Goddess?” she said weakly.

Eleanor picked a strand of wet hair away from Cindy’s face. “You see?” she said Kaylee, “she’s far more concerned with our enjoyment than her own body.”

Kaylee laughed. “That’s so pathetic.”

Eleanor chuckled and turned back to Cindy. “Yes, Cindy, you were a good girl.”

Cindy smiled weakly. “Thank you.”

“In fact,” she pouted and clutched the key around her neck. “You’ve earned yourself a little reward.”

Cindy’s eyes widened and her thighs trembled. She was humping the air before Eleanor had even inserted the key into her padlocks.

Jessica and Kaylee joined Eleanor, standing on either side of her with their hands on their hips and their breasts confidentially pushed forward. Cindy blushed as her padlocks clicked open.

Eleanor waved a hand over her nose, theatrically bringing attention to the smell of Cindy’s arousal. “My, my. You really did enjoy that, didn’t you?”

Cindy nodded and sniffled.

Eleanor pouted and pointed her index finger at Cindy’s throbbing clit. She slowly prodded and circled it with the tip of her finger.

Cindy’s whole body quivered, rattling the chain that still held her suspended by her cuffs. She squealed and came within seconds. It was the greatest orgasm of her entire life, as close to heaven as she’d ever been.