New Mistress
Mouse looked shocked. Her eyes were wide, wringing her rubber covered hands as she stuttered-lisped, “I...I...I am sorry, sorry. I am so, so, used to my collar, that, that I just, just put one on you too. Sorry, sorry, please do not be mad at me, please.” She dropped to her knees offering her guest the small key.
Cathenne was not sure what the issue was and examined the collar. Oh, it was a locking collar, and it stopped her from removing the hood Mouse drew over her head. But Mouse did not behave like a dominatrix yes, here she was in a tight rubber catsuit, hooded, and locked. It was quite nice actually.
Cathenne dropped to her knees and suggested, “If you give me your key, you can keep my key, and then, if you have a belt like yours for me, I will wear that too. Anything else?”
Mouse, shaking almost violently, stared at Cathenne wide-eyed. She reached into a pocket in her gown and withdrew a small key on a chain. She gave it to Cathenne with, “This is the only key I have for me. The spares are in a locked box at work. I, I do have another locking, locking belt but, but it is more comfortable if you have a second suit on.”
Smiling with those perfect lips, Cathenne purred, “More comfortable? I’ll tell you what. I want to be less comfortable and make you less comfortable too.” Mouse’s already wide eyes went even wider than Alita’s.
Still nervous, Mouna asked, “This is not a trick? I mean, you are perfect and alpha, and I am at best an omega here. I, I do not have clients like, like you. Celest is far better. Not as stunning as you but she is brilliant. Aloha specializes in discomfort and can keep a customer occupied for days and, and, Isolde is very good with torture devices. I, I just help those who wish to wear rubber. I was so taken by your eyes and lips and smile, I just, just, sorry.” Mouna was used to also doing the wrong thing, and she had not meant her gesture to imply any sexual inference. As a new forced employee working of her debts, Mouse was prepared for the worst on her first day.
Mistress Kaiser come by and asked, “Lady Cathenne. I have Ida and Montana ready for you.”
Lady Cathenne stood up and asked, “What would Mouna cost.”
Mistress Kayser named a hefty price, at which Lady Cathenne clarified, “I want to buy her outright, with her equipment and everything.” Mistress Kayser’s Spock-like eyebrows shot up, and she named a price equal to a luxury car. Lady Cathenne shook her hand, and they smiled.
Mistress Kayser put a chain on Mouse’s collar, secured her arms up her spine, inserted an oversized dildo in her mouth and covered her head with a hood. She signaled and two women in plastic garbage bags and toe boots came hobbling on chained legs.
Mistress Kayser instructed, “Get a great coat and the extra package for a dom. Please have it put into Lady Cathenne’s car.” When both women looked confused, Mistress Kayser slapped both with her riding crop and confirmed, “Yes, you will walk across the road in full daylight as you are.” They scuttled away.
Mistress Kayser turned to Lady Cathenne and confirmed, “I will sign over the debt and papers to you my lady. Will there be anything else?” …
Two statuesque women arrived with a tent like garment. Mistress Kayser removed Mouna's the collar and the two women drew the heavy rubber garment 0ver Mouna's head. Mistress Kayser locked the collar, then drew another hood over Mouse’s head. covering her eyes and limiting her breathing. She handed the collar-chain to Lady Cathenne with, “It is a pleasure to do business with you…”
