Mel waited on all fours in Bella’s private quarters with her hands and ankles cuffed to the floor, waiting for the mistress to return. After the minor operation to install the grommet in the cartilage of her nose, Mel had been released and helped to stand and stretch from her enforced contortionist backwards curve, before receiving a kick to the back of the knees dropping her to all fours. Bella then took a light chain from the wall and humiliatingly attached it to Mel’s new nose grommet with a small hasp padlock before she proceeded to lead her out of the medical center on all fours. They got half way down the corridor before Mel had to scrabble to keep up as Bella turned 180 degrees and marched back. Fiona was still kneeling on the floor, face slick with the fruit of Melissa’s pussy. She was pulling faces and prodding at her lips and tongue with her fingers, a comically perplexed look on her face.

“Be a dear Fiona, wait here till someone comes to find you.”

Fiona looked up with a dumb expression and mumbled. Her wet tongue lolling about and feeling alien due to the pussy juice laced with numbing agent.

Bella wasn’t convinced by this response, and so deftly dragged her forward over the arch of the frame, quickly locking the neckband in place and then taking up Melissa’s chain nose lead and leaving with her scuttling along in tow.

Now Mel was back in Bella’s apartment and anxiously awaited the conclusion of one of the more awful evenings she had spent at the hotel. Once again she was regretting the decision to give up and liquidate her home, with the proceeds, income and savings to be held in the hotel’s accounts until completion of her contract. There was little consolidation in knowing that at the end of the contract her net worth would be substantially increased, for the pain and humiliation she had endured so far seemed to outweigh the financial reward. The reality of her adventure in submission hadn’t lived up to her fantasies, which were borne of a string of dominant boyfriends who never quite satiated her needs. She had wondered working at the hotel and acting out her fantasy of submission and slavery would be its own reward, the money at the end just a bonus.

Mel jumped at the thunk of the door lock as it forcefully swung open, Bella stepped through holding a leash with Fiona on the end, she was tottering close behind with tears streaming down her face. To her misery, after the mistress had fixed Mel in her apartment she had returned to repeat the procedure unceremoniously on Fiona then walked her up, doggy style, to join Mel. Fiona was guided face to face with Melissa by her new nose leash and cuffed with adjacent fixings to her counterpart. The girls looked into each other’s eyes to distribute sympathy as Bella grabbed their chins, removed the leads, and attached a one inch chain between their two new piercings, forcing the girls to maintain their all-fours, head up posture. The girls listened as Bella rummaged around her drawers, then they followed each footstep as she made her way back. She placed a black box between their heads but just out of reach of their hands. They whimpered when Bellas other hand came into view holding the two large steel plugs by their connecting wires. Placing the plugs on the floor she squirted a generous amount of conducting lubricant on them, before taking painfully slow steps round to each presented behind and easing the large cold steel plugs home.

Some more footsteps, the rustling of chains, more footsteps, and each girl felt a small chain pulled around her waist. The waist chains were secured with a padlock and another chain ran from the front of the their waists, through their legs and connected to the back of the waist chain. This prevented any hope of pushing the plugs out. One after the other a large rubber ball came into each girl’s view, and they compliantly opened their mouths to accept it before the strap was pulled tight. Finally Bella connected a chain to the ceiling above them, which was then connected to the chain between their nose piercings. Pulling it subsequently drew their faces slightly upwards. The coup de grace was a couple of bells attached to the ceiling chain and to the chains bisecting their cunts.

At last Mistress Bella spoke in her jeering tone.

“I didn’t want Fiona to be left out of the fun, and as she did such a poor job getting you off Mel.” She said, crouching down to whisper into Melissa’s ear. “She was instructed to make you come, and completely failed. A right couple of lazy little sluts you are. Anyway, I thought she deserved an equal fate, besides I prefer my slaves match. I might even make the nose fixing part of the uniform, it’s going to be a lot of fun and very useful don’t you think?”

There was no useful answer from the whimpering pair.

“I don’t hear anyone thanking me?” Bella chided as she switched on the box sitting on the floor between them, and turned the dial up.

The slap to the Mel’s rump sparked a sniveling unified cry of “Thank you Mistress” from the two girls as their rosebuds contracted around the steel in their rears, the contraction caused by the sound triggered bolt of electricity which didn’t stop until the jangling of the bells ceased. Bella grinned and gently plucked the chain hanging in front of her, causing the bell to resonate and setting off another round of squealing from the two gagged and tortured secretaries.

“You’re welcome ladies.” Bella called after her as she left the apartment, deciding to go and poke around the bar to see if Stephen had made any progress with Karen, or whether her prize had run screaming from the hotel after their meeting in the corridor.

In the bar, Karen was blushing as she was held upright by a gentle hand around her neck and waist.

“Can we go somewhere a little more private?” She asked meekly.

“There is no need to be self conscious, nobody here is judging you, but I can understand breaking through your shyness of your own natural sexuality can be a frightening experience.”

“I am not sexually repressed, at least not to anyone’s standard outside of this place.”

Stephen chuckled. “If an entire society cannot read then the entire society is illiterate, those that are taught to read stand proudly above the rest knowing that life is so much richer than those around them could imagine.”

Karen wondered for a moment with a pained expression on her face. If what he was saying was true then there was a new lease on life just an unseen right angle away. The feelings she had felt so far, the flood of tingling energy that had filled her may only have been the tip of another world beyond the current one, where the feelings of release, freedom and pleasure had come from. On the other hand he could just be a sadist looking for a new toy to play with and she was gonna end up getting used and thrown away when he became bored. But Stephen had so far seemed genuine and as kind as any man she had known, she reasoned in her lustful and inebriated mind

Stephen noticed Karen was kind of staring through him, he bobbed his head into her line of sight to catch her eye.

“How would you like a personal tour of the private and exclusive areas of the hotel?” He asked when she refocused on him.

“Sure, great, OK, let’s do that.” She flustered, still turning over the concept that was now taking seed within her, then blurted “You’re not a sadist are you?”

Stephen grinned as he reached behind the bar to pick up a leash and clipped it to Karen’s collar.

“Course I am sweetheart, but probably one of the nicer ones, but luckily you are a bit masochistic don’t you think? Come on, you’ll have fun- I promise.” Stephen gave her a tug on the lead and she followed him towards the doors.

They made their way back through the hotel in silence, Karen’s nerves steadily building as she clip-clopped along half a step behind this man who she had only just met, but was leading her like an animal. Her high heels made her a couple of inches taller than him, but instead of making her feel more powerful it made her feel extremely vulnerable. The cuffs holding her hands behind her was the icing on the cake, she felt like a lamb to the slaughter but there was more than an ounce of trepidation drawing her on as well as the tug of the lead and the barely familiar hand that held it.

A set of innocent looking doors with a purple light on the pad blocked their path. Stephen held up his leather bracelet and the blue gem flashed in time with the door’s keypad before unlocking and leading the pair through into what appeared to be a changing room. Alcoves lined one wall and chains hung within awaiting an occupant to fasten. Along the other wall was a row of lockers either side of an archway.

“Somewhere to tether ones slave while getting her, or oneself ready.” He said matter-of-factly on noticing Karen had slowed down to look at the alcoves.

Turning her attention to the arch as she passed to see into the adjoining chamber. Inside were racks of leather and latex clothing.

Karen lead them both in by her lead chain, stopping to look at the heavily boned leather corsets on the far wall.

“Would you like to try one on, it would really accentuate your already gorgeous figure and you are probably a little overdressed to be my slave in that evening gown.” Stephen smiled with a reassuring wink.

“Your slave now? Well, when in rome I suppose.” Karen started walking towards the corsets, almost pulling Stephen along before he chuckled and followed.

Stephen selected a black waist cinch style and led her back towards a changing room alcove, “Ah!” Karen gasped as she turned and noticed the glass shelves with rows of dildos and butt plugs of different shapes and increasing sizes on the wall next to her.

“You’re not planning on sticking any of those up me are you?” she asked nervously as Stephen efficiently unlinked her cuffs and flicked the evening dress over her shoulders so it fell to the floor. He then used the snap on the chains to cuff her hands to the alcove side walls, now facing a mirror.

Holding her waist with both hands and raising onto the tips of his toes to look over her shoulder and into her wide eyes in the mirror, he gently kissed neck. One hand traveled up her flank, cupping the curve of her chest, but not stopping until his finger touched her moist lips, where gently stroked until she sucked it in. Their eye contact held, as his other hand dropped down her other flank, over her waist, then her buttock and into the gap between thighs, the tip of his finger just reaching into the cleft of her pussy lips to touch her clit. Karen gasped and turned her head into his finger to suck more deeply and bare her neck to him. Stephens finger drew back out, over her taint to her tight rosebud, where he drew a light circle with her juices. Karen’s eyes shot open and she bit his finger.

Stephen laughed and patted her rump.

“No, I don’t think you are ready for a butt plug.” Then went back to buckling the waist cincher on.

Composing herself before asking in a whiney voice “Don’t I get any underwear? I haven’t got my dress on. Everyones going to see me.”

Chuckling, Stephen stepped back to admire her. “That’s the idea, but there is definitely something missing.”

He returned a moment later from the dressing room carrying a handful of leather. First he attached her collar to another chain snap above before unclipping her hands from the walls and using his own cuff to remove the set on her wrist, depositing them in a locker. He then placed her arms into a single sleeve leather binder and zipped it up.

The pressure on Karen’s arms highlighted the increasing feeling of helpless, of being unable to even cover herself, let alone protect herself, mixed with a strange sense of pride, but also humiliation, as she looked down at her thrust out breasts caused by her shoulders pulled back behind her.

As she tested her new bonds and admired her proud cleavage, Stephen used the opportunity to put her hair into a ponytail with a rubber band, and she paid little attention when he held the large red ball connected to a web of leather to her mouth.

“Open.” he commanded, which she did without wondered, and the ball was pushed in.

She growled and complained at him in annoyed gag speak as he fasted the straps over and behind her head.

Turning her around and stepping back he gave his captured beauty another hungry look. She stood tall in the black heels which along with the corset and arm binder molded her already stunning body into a perfect posture to show off her feminine physique.

“Perfect.” He said as he moved to kiss her on the forehead and unclip her collar from the wall.

“Shall we go through the rabbit hole Alice?”