The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lucia peered through the gap in the hedges towards the cage which held a sex-slave. She felt apprehensive about being seen to be doing anything wrong. She knew what a privilege it was for her lady, Countess Feraux, to be asked to stay at the Princess’s palace for the late Spring carnival. Lucia guessed that the real reason for the invitation was less social than because there were some particular political issues to discuss. With the princess’s ample staff, the countess’s own ladies had little to do, but it was clear that she had not wanted to leave any of them in Feraux so as not to appear impoverished. Lucia was not certain as if she liked the fact that there was little call on her time or whether she preferred the relative freedom she had to wander around the palace that she had been granted. Today, she was glad of the chance to get away and explore a part of the grounds she had only glimpsed in passing when being given a tour of the palace. However, she was aware that she was uncertain which areas lay out-of-bounds for someone like her.

Lucia was doubly self-conscious as she had lied to her lady that she was going to the flower garden to read poetry and had instead crept into Princess Dalia’s entertainments garden. She had then worried that the garden would be empty and there would be nothing of interest for her to see. However, once she had seen a male and a female slave from a distance she knew that there were at least some on display. Heading to watch the couple she had come to a crossroads of the paths that ran through the neatly laid lawns and trimmed hedges. In the centre stood a cage raised on a low plinth in the centre. It was occupied by a slave one of the type she had heard called a domino. She had seen only a few sex-slaves before, both in Feraux and here in the capital, that were like this female one and on those occasions had been entranced by them. Lucia could not remember how long it was since she had become fascinated by the nature of these sex-slaves. She was intrigued by the skin-tight rubber they wore all over which meant their shapely bodies were on show in the gloss, as they strode on their sharp heels led on their leashes or performed as they were doing here, in cages for the court’s entertainment. Even more than the regular sex-slaves, the dominoes were particularly enthralling for Lucia. They wore glossy masks encompassing their heads meaning they had no identity, they were just entirely sex objects, known only to their mistress, Princess Dalia, whom Lucia had now seen at a distance at a couple of the formal court occasions.

Watching as the domino gyrated, stroking her gloss-bound body, stroking her breasts and pussy, not speaking just grunting and moaning with the pleasure, Lucia thought how different this existence was to her own life. As a lady-in-waiting, she was dressed in long shapeless robes, attended boring events, saying and doing what was expected, unlike these women who were explicitly erotic but also totally servile. Lucia shuddered as her regular fantasy returned, of the Countess summoning her and changing her into her masked sex-slave, using her glossed body in her chambers or leading her through the streets for all to see.

Lucia found herself unable to look away as the domino cavorted. It was typical, though not always the case that slaves were put into these cages in pairs, whether two women, two men or one of each. In those cases, she knew that they would perform sexual acts, typically with their tongues lapping at the sex of the other as if their rubber had fused and they had become one creature. Now the domino became aware of Lucia and began to gesture to her to approach. Lucia felt self-conscious and looked around her, but there was no-one else to be seen. Barely thinking what she was doing, Lucia stepped forward. This appeared to please the domino. She reached out her glossy gloved hand. Now, but not for the first time, Lucia wondered what kind of women became slaves like these. Was it some kind of punishment or even a reward to be dressed this way? Were they trained to dance so erotically or was there something about being made into a slave, into a domino, that altered them so that it simply became natural to them? As she had done before, Lucia looked on this woman almost as if she was of a different species, something exotically alien when compared to women like her. It was clear the dominoes enjoyed their existence. This one reaching out to her was smiling then she ran her tongue around her lips that were distinct against the black rubber than covered most of her face.

Touching the domino’s hand, Lucia found the feel of her glove was incredible. The slave did not grasp Lucia as she had feared; she had hoped for. Rather ,she gently stroked Lucia’s fingers, her palm and the softness of the underside of her wrist. Lucia stepped closer and then the domino gently took her hand and pulled it up to her chest, putting it in place to grip her large but firm breast. Lucia had never thought about it but realised that these slaves had to be turned on by the touch of a woman. Kerans had male and female sex-slaves of different sorts, but Lucia recognised that she had assumed that they were used just by men just as male slaves were used by women. However, she understood now how naive she had been. If these slaves belonged to Princess Dalia then it was likely they pleasured her and given how they performed together it had to be a given that they would play sexually with each other. Of course, there were some ladies-in-waiting who would play at kissing and toying together, in part to pass the time, but she thought almost all hoped one day to marry a courtier and so be taken away for a life on a big estate, raising a family. Thinking that through, however, Lucia found her mind filled with the thought of being kissed and grasped by these slaves. Could she cope with that, could she respond?

Lucia realised that her thoughts were spiralling away, her breath was short and her heart thumping. She staggered back a little, feeling she was going to faint. The domino looked concerned, her hand again reaching out as if she was trying to bring Lucia back to her. For a moment Lucia wondered if that was how dominoes were created: by being drawn in by existing ones. The domino stood upright once more and began to sway and run her hands over her body. Then she threw her head back, her eyes closed as if realising how much pleasure simply being what she was, gave her. Grasping her breast with one had she pointed to Lucia with the other as if offering this existence to her. Light-headed, Lucia stepped forward once more, yearning to get closer to this domino simply because of what she represented. However, she could see the cage was locked, as much shutting her out from the domino’s world as holding the slave within it.

Abruptly, Lucia heard voices and startled and embarrassed ran blindly through the garden away from them. She felt guilt that she had let all kinds of fantasies enter her mind, but also worried that she was breaking some rule by being here and would be punished.

It had been four days since Lucia had been in the pleasure garden. She had been distracted thinking about the domino she had seen and what the clothes she wore had felt like. However, various events and demands from her lady had kept Lucia from even considering going back. In addition, Lucia had had concerns about what impact returning would have. She imagined she would be disappointed if there were no dominoes there at the time she chose. Yet, if there were and especially if the one she had seen before was present, she was uncertain how she should or might react. Yet, the excitement of even just seeing the sex-slave for some minutes she knew was something that she would find hard to deny herself whilst there remained even a slim chance of experiencing it again.

Lucia located the cage that she had visited before, only to find it empty. This time, rather than locked, its door stood open. Consequently Lucia found herself walking up the three steps and entering. Every step she took made her body aroused. Her breathing was becoming rapid. In moments she was inside, looking out through the bars as she knew the domino would do. Her mind ran with a whole host of fantasies. She almost felt as if she was changing and in place of the long baggy dress, she was steadily wearing skin-tight slippery rubber and her facial features were being concealed, erased even, by the mask they wore. Lucia closed her eyes, trying to recall the dance that the domino had done and to move slowly that way.

Suddenly her attention was snatched back by the clang of metal. She turned to see that the door of the cage had been closed. A woman stood there, with a key in her hand which she turned, so locking Lucia in. Though she had only been at the court at short time, Lucia had had this woman pointed out to her. This was Li, Dalia’s chief slaveress, standing there dressed in her familiar tight red leather clothes.

“What are you doing?” Li asked, but not harshly suggesting she knew the answer. “You know these are the Princess’s entertainment gardens?”

Lucia dared not look at her. “Yes.” She stuttered. “Erm, I was just watching. I mean last time I watched, erm, this time, well the cage, I just wanted to see ...”

Lucia stopped speaking now worried that she had said something wrong, making it worse in admitting this was her second visit.

“Do you know what happens to young ladies-in-waiting found alone in these gardens?” Li asked smiling.

Now Lucia panicked, thinking she was indeed going to be punished. Being locked in here dressed as she was would be humiliation enough. She imagined herself being dismissed from the countess’s service and being sent back to Feraux in shame.

“No.” Lucia replied nervously, at length

She worried if that was the right answer but Li was smiling once more and Lucia wondered for a moment if this was simply some court game.

“Sometimes their fantasies become real. You know the kind of women that are found in that cage.”

“Dominoes.”

“Yes. That is why I have locked the cage. A domino is not free to come out, she has to be led out, on a leash attached to her collar.”

Lucia had an inkling of what Li was saying, but it seemed too much like something from a fantasy for her to believe she was not simply dreaming or part of some kind of prank.

“You are thinking that I am playing with you. What can you lose? If I am playing, you will still get to step into places where only sex-slaves or their owners are allowed, something I know you’d want to see. If I am telling the truth, then you will not have to sneak away from your lady to look at the sex-slaves in secret, because you will have become one.” Li spoke eagerly.

The slaveress turned the key once more and Lucia felt the stone floor of the cage lowering. She realised now how dominoes were brought into their cages.

“What will happen?” Lucia asked as the floor steadily lowered.

“What you want to happen. Unless I am very, very mistaken, soon your identity will be utterly changed; you will be turned into a domino; you become just a sex object. As I said, you only find dominoes in that cage and when I return, I suspect there will be no longer any Lucia de Rentald. When you step out of the cage you will be Elle, a sex-slave, just a domino, nothing more than a sex toy.” Li reiterated as if she felt she had to get these facts through to Lucia’s mind.

Lucia did not know what to do. She stood passively, still trying to make out whether what Li was saying was the truth or some kind of trick. As it was, escape was impossible; in moments she had descended below the level of the cage into a stone tube. Then, above her, the view of the sky through the bars was closed off by stone sliding over. It was clear there was no exit that way.

Lucia found herself in a circular room, lit by low lamps, with numerous wooden doors off it. She had no idea which way she was meant to go. Now, once again, rather than feeling she had been sent here to be enslaved, she increasingly imagined that all that Li had said was part of some elaborate game. Somewhere, she guessed, she was being watched by courtiers, perhaps laughing at the choices she took; perhaps gambling on which ones she might make. She picked a door at random and walked over to look through the circular window set into it. Beyond was there were two women in a room similarly lit but filled with silk cushions. One was dressed in tight purple leathers similar to those worn by Li, with a cropped jacket, clinging trousers and thigh-length boots. Her legs were thrust apart. In her hand she held a leash which led to the domino kneeling on the floor, the slit over her pussy open and her glossed fingers stimulating herself as she licked at the other woman’s pussy. Lucia could not look away, she watched avidly, finding herself so aroused by the scene. As the standing woman shuddered and groaned with pleasure, the leather straining to her every move, Lucia was curious of how it would feel to be like this: to serve a woman that way. Of course, some ladies-in-waiting preferred the intimate company of women to men, but most lusted after the handsome warriors or courtiers they might see. To be toying this way with a woman was something very different, but Lucia realised, not something that shocked her, rather something that intrigued her. Was that something Li had detected in her and so thought her suitable for this game?

Almost as if reality was responding to her thoughts, suddenly Lucia felt hands stroking across her back, caressing her bum and then moving between her thighs. Lucia could not pull away, but tried to stop herself panting. The thoughts and sensations from when she had touched the domino’s breast, came flooding back especially as the fingers moved closer towards her pussy. Then she heard a voice whisper ‘Follow.’ in her ear and she felt the hands slip away.

Lucia turned to see the back of a domino striding over to one of the other doors. She threw it open then did the same to the one next to it. She stood in the doorway of the latter swaying her glossed body, flicking her tongue out from her shiny mask, gesturing for Lucia to approach. As she walked closer, Lucia realised that the other door had steps going upwards. Did they lead out from the slave stables? Would the door up there be open or locked; would that choice allow her escape or just raise more mirth from those watching her?

Barely thinking, Lucia walked towards the domino. She wanted to find out more about these exotic women. Seeing this one up close, she knew for certain that what Li had said had been some sort of game. It was clear that she was so different from this woman; they had nothing in common. Yet, even so, she was fascinated to learn more. Lucia told herself that would make use of Li’s game and turn it back on her. She would learn about the secret world of dominoes, something she doubted even many courtiers knew. As she walked forward, the domino smiled and stepped aside to usher Lucia through the doorway. Lucia walked into a room with large wooden chairs cushioned with padded leather. Light curtains, some of lace, some of damask, hung around breaking the room into a number of shaded spaces. Lucia wandered around the room, exploring this sumptuous space that the dominoes inhabited. Then she heard footsteps and another door open. Lucia froze, worried that someone else in authority had countermanded Li’s game and she would be caught up in the repercussions. Glancing through the curtains she saw the domino walk to the door.

“Bea have you seen a woman around here; not a slave?” It was a man’s voice. “Some countess is complaining that one of her ladies-in-waiting has gone missing in the pleasure gardens. I have been instructed to look around down here for her.”

“No, my sir, I have seen no-one like that. No, there’s only me and a new domino that Mistress Li instructed me to train and she is not going anywhere.”

“Well, if you see anyone who does not belong here, summon me.”

“I will do.”

Lucia moved a little so she could see who it was. The man looked like some kind of official, but she did not recognise him. Apparently satisfied, he nodded and left closing the door behind him. For a moment Lucia wondered if there was a new domino in this room, she was interested to talk to her. Then as she walked from between the curtains back to where Bea stood, she wondered whether this was another element of Li’s game or had Bea just said it to send the guard away in case he had seen Lucia coming in here?

“New domino? Where is she? I’d like to meet her.” Lucia said, in case the statement had been true.

Bea laughed but not unkindly. “That will be no problem; she’s in front of me.”

Lucia guessed she should not have been surprised that Bea had been referring to her. She found it difficult, even though she now knew the domino’s name to recognise this woman as like herself. Lucia found it odd to see and hear this woman, this domino, speaking. In many ways looking at her glossy body and particularly her concealed face, Lucia could almost feel she was talking with a statue that had magically come alive. Was Bea a name or simply a designation? Was she ‘Bea’ or just ‘B’? Had Li meant her to become ‘L’ rather than ‘Elle’?

Now Lucia laughed nervously. “So I am supposed to become Elle?”

“Of course.”

“What if I don’t want to be?”

Bea laughed. “If that had been the case, you would not have been in the gardens, you would not have been so fascinated as to come and touch me and certainly you would not have come back. Even then, you had the chance to leave. The door to the stairs back to the gardens is there, but it was in here that you came. You could have run out when the guard came looking for you, but instead you let me weave a story, one that I know you wish to be true.”

“Who were you before you became a domino?”

“I don’t know. Dominoes, all sex-slaves live in the moment, in now. Becoming a domino changes you in many ways: not just physically but in how you see yourself and the world. Though you might not admit it, I think you’ve already begun down that path. You stepped into the cage because you wanted to be a performer, a toy, without identity. For some women that is their natural state, the way they were meant to be. With you, Elle, it is not a question of making you into a domino, it is about letting the domino emerge from inside you.”

Lucia was hesitant, but realised that whilst she found it difficult to believe she could be like Bea, there was something inside her that was excited about trying. Bea walked towards her and snatched off the floppy hat typical of the garb of ladies-in-waiting and threw it aside. Then as her bodice was unlaced and the corset below undone, Lucia felt a pleasurable shiver. It was as if Bea had entranced her and she could only watch as the domino’s gloved hands went to work. The aroma of her rubber-clad body, the squeal and glisten of her skin-tight catsuit as she moved, the sense of her body heat all wrapped Lucia in something that prevented her from resisting. Now her skirt was released and fell to the floor. Then Bea was at her feet, tugging down the petticoats and finally unlacing the sturdy boots and the thick hose beneath. Then she stood back and Lucia realised she was naked. Yet, she found herself unable to feel self-conscious. Perhaps it was because Bea did not stare at her, rather, she took a chair and steadily removed her gloves and her long boots. Then, standing, she eased open her catsuit revealing her smooth shiny skin below. Finally she stripped off her hood. All that remained on her was the shiny black collar, locked at her throat.

Lucia did not know what to expect but the woman beneath the rubber was beautiful. However, she still had an alien appearance. Her head was bald and she was hairless, her sex was smooth. Her body had a shininess about it as if she was covered in an oil. Her breasts were large and firm with a slipperiness that Lucia found surprisingly arousing. On her left shoulder was tattooed a ‘B’.

“See, I am just a woman; just like you.”

Self-consciously Lucia’s fingers rubbed her hair finding it impossible to envisage it gone, but she imagined that change was what allowed the dominoes to dress like they did.

“Not exactly.”

“No, but then no two dominoes are alike. We can distinguish each other.”

“That was not really what I meant.”

“Ah, you imagine you could not look like me. You cannot envisage how good you would look with a smooth glistening body. For ones like you we have the mirror. Come.”

Bea reached forward and taking her hand led her to the far end of the room and through the curtain that hung against the wall. In this brightly lit room, covered with glazed terracotta tiles was a large pool of a golden liquid that separated the side that the two had entered through from a short corridor and a door beyond. Fitted into the wall on this side was a full-length mirror. As Lucia looked into it she saw two naked dominoes. She stopped abruptly, recognising what it was showing. She could see why Bea had wanted her to look into it. Even more than when she had seen Bea remove her clothes, seeing her own body the same, Lucia was, in turns, startled, surprised, aroused. Her reflected image showed her hairless, smooth and shiny. The lack of long hair seemed to alter the shape of her head, but gave her face a strong elegance. Her breasts looked larger and her sex smooth and welcoming. As she watched, however, the image began to change and as it darkened, to adopt a posture as if standing on high-heels, she knew it was moving from showing herself a woman ready to be a domino, to how she would ultimately appear. Soon every contour of her body was shown in shiny black rubber, her legs were thrust into thigh-length boots and her facial features disappeared beneath the mask. Now she saw two clad dominoes in the mirror and as one reflected the movements she made, she knew that this had become her destiny.

“I am Elle.” Lucia said, just to see her masked self mouth those words.

For the first time, Lucia believed that indeed could be real. Then Bea turned her and pulled her close. Lucia’s skin tingled as she was encompassed by the domino’s slippery arms and their breasts were pulled tightly together. Lucia was unresisting as Bea kissed her deeply, her tongue probing, bringing Lucia’s to life until she realised that she was now naked, passionately kissing with a sex-slave, taking her steps closer to becoming one herself.

“Now, into the pool.”

Again Bea took her by the hand and the pair launched into the pool of golden liquid. Though she bathed regularly, Lucia had not swum as an adult and for some seconds worried she would flounder, even drown. However, there was something about the liquid which differed from water. Certainly she felt it cleaning every pore of her, but its viscosity held her up and made her feel safe. Then Lucia broke to the surface and her head felt different, reaching up she found skin where once there had been hair. Looking down she could see a trail of her hair not just from her head but from the rest of her body. More than that her skin felt refreshed. She flapped over to the side of the pool and Bea swam around her. She lifted her hand clear of the liquid and let the droplets run from it. Yet her skin remained shiny as if it was still wet. Now she knew she would appear no different to Bea; she had taken an irreversible step.

Now Bea moved to the steps up out of the pool, and Lucia joined her. As she came out on the opposite side to which they had entered the room, Bea stepped back to admire her. Lucia became aware of how excited her body felt, her nipples were erect, her pussy lips had opened and even her clitoris had emerged from its hood. She could not stop herself stroking her slippery skin and running her hands over her smooth head. She was transformed but was aware that rather than being self-conscious now she wanted to be looked at, to be admired, to stimulate arousal in those who saw her. Distantly she realised that she was steadily easing into the mind of a domino and that would make the final steps come even more easily.

“You look stunning, Elle. You made the right decision.”

For an instant Lucia baulked at being called ‘Elle’ but that faded in moments and she realised Bea using that name just excited her more. Elle was the one with the glistening body, not Lucia.

“Now, we bathe here every day. It keeps us so wonderfully sleek.” Bea said delightfully, stretching herself like a cat; running her hands from her taut breasts down her body to slide over her smooth pussy.

Lucia knew if the bath made her feel this good, she would certainly not want to miss out.

“For you now, there is something special.”

Now Bea led Lucia to a narrow door set at a right angle to the exit she had seen.

“Just step inside.”

As Bea opened the door, Lucia did as commanded finding herself in a small dark room, that she could not even turn around in. For a second she felt something spray over the top of her left arm, numbing it. Then there was a pressure and Lucia did not need to see if to know that she had now been tattooed with an ‘L’. She shuddered as she recognised that another step had been taken in removing her identity, another step in making her into a domino. Lucia stepped backwards from the room, surprisingly pleased that Bea had made her step into it. She looked at the mark on her skin, sensitive to touch but not sore. Bea lent forward and kissed the letter then lifted her face. Without questioning what she was doing, Lucia kissed her lips, feeling free to run her hand over Bea’s bum and up her back. Any thought that she could not feel pleasure from loving a woman was gone from her mind.

“Now you are a domino, we need to have you dressing like one.” Bea said eagerly.

As Lucia followed, she realised that even ten minutes earlier she would not have believed that this was possible. All ideas that this was a game had gone. She knew that even if she tried to back out from this final step, her body had become that of a domino, something that no-one could deny. Bea’s comment about letting out the domino inside her seemed more true than ever.

They left the room with the pool and entered one with rails down each wall with black shiny clothes hanging from them; boots standing beneath them. There were mirrors all around. Four chairs sat back-to-back facing into mirrors were in the centre. Bea went over to one of the rails and took down a catsuit. Lucia expected her to bring it over, but instead eased her own body into it, quickly zipping it tight, sealing herself back into the shiny black that suited her so well. Soon she was stepping into a pair of boots, rising on their heels and closing the boots around her legs. She drew on long gloves and finally turned to her mask. It easily came over her smooth head and her identity was erased once more. This was a domino.

Lucia realised why Bea had done this, to show that it was something natural, something she could do quickly. Now Bea took down another catsuit which rippled and squealed as she held it. She took out a pair of matching boots too. She walked towards Lucia and handed her the catsuit. Lucia was uncertain how to do it, but thought back to what she had seen Bea do. She lowered the catsuit to the floor and then thrust one leg in and then, when her foot reached the end of the ‘sock’ part, manoeuvred her other leg in. Pulling the rubber up was easier than she had anticipated, she imagined because of the shiny coating her body now had. Soon her bum was in place and she turned to the sleeves. As she slid her arms the catsuit was pulled tight against her back and shoulders, rising up her neck too. Then she fumbled for the zip and pulled it up from her hips, making the catsuit tight, sealing her breasts into the rubber and then rising up to the top of her neck. She took moments to take in the sensation. Every part of her was shown in the slippery black. Now she went to the chair loving stretching out her gloss-covered legs. Then slowly she slipped her legs into clinging thigh high boots, which hugged her them tight and shiny. In a couple of minutes they were on and she looked at how the long heels reached out. Bea handed her a pair of long gloves and she rolled these and put them on. In many ways they were not different from the gloves that ladies-in-waiting wore, but these made her hands slippery black.

Looking down at herself, Lucia felt she had clearly changed, and as her mind grasped that realisation it began to let go of any thoughts apart from how erotic she was becoming. Lucia recognised that her thoughts were easing into those of a sex-slave, unconcerned with anything else except being sexy and serving without question. Finally Bea handed her the hood. Lucia took it and slid it down over her head, erasing her identity. Now there was little to distinguish her from Bea. She looked out through the holes of her encompassing mask as if through new eyes. She realised that this steady process had changed from being a repressed courtier into an erotic sex-toy. Li had been right: there was no longer any Lucia de Rentald. That name seemed alien to her and Elle struggled to grasp why she had thought of it. Then it was gone and she could not even recall what she had been thinking.

Elle stood on her high heels and stepped forward. She saw herself, a domino, reflected in the mirror and loved her appearance, her body held tightly in the squealing rubber, glistening, her identity hidden, herself only a sexual toy. Bea closed with her and pulled her in tight, grinding her thigh between Elle’s legs, kissing her and grasping her excited breasts. Elle responded in kind, giving no thought to how much she enjoyed having sex with her fellow domino. She did not question where the urge to slide down the smaller zip that covered her pussy came from, she just did. She was rewarded by Bea’s gloved fingers sliding into her wet sex. In turn she grasped at Bea’s crotch zip and in moments was slipping her fingers in too. The two of them stood sliding their fingers back and forth until swept by the sensation, Elle threw back her head and shrieked aloud her pleasure. She had never felt anything so strongly flowing into every fibre of her. Moments later, Bea released her as she was clearly shaking with an orgasm. Seeing herself reflected as this sexual creature, unashamedly enjoying the pleasure from another slave, lifted Elle once again and she staggered back, gasping for breath. Elle was so delighted that she was a domino; to use and be used. She had lost her identity; she now just appeared as a sex-toy, undistinguishable, yet, she had gained so much more in return.

Calming now, Elle walked back to Bea, simply loving the sound of her heels on the floor and the feel of the rubber that coated her all over. Dimly she wondered if she had ever dressed at all differently but that thought faded from her mind.

“Mistress Melinda needs to see you now, Elle.” Bea instructed.

Elle simply followed Bea unquestioningly through another door into a room laid with various silk cushions. Sat in a bowl chair dressed in tight leather was what Elle knew to be a mistress. The tight purple leathers she wore were somehow familiar and that gave Elle a frisson as her mind was filled with the view of a domino between this mistress’s legs pleasuring her and she knew that would be her function.

“Domino, kneel before me.” Melinda commanded.

Elle found herself unable not to obey. She sauntered on her high heels to the mistress and fell before her. Elle’s head was only a few hand-reaches from the mistress’s crotch. The leather was open to expose her moist, shaven pussy below and Elle found an urge to slide between the thighs and to lick at the woman’s sex.

“Yes, that is good. You have the sexual hunger, but you are enslaved well: despite your lusts you do not act, until ordered. Li was right about you, she has that talent. You deserve this.”

Melinda reached beside her and produced a collar. She leant forward and closed it around Elle’s neck. She heard the lock click and she knew that like Bea, she would now never remove this. Her future had been set: it was as a sex-slave, as a domino. Now Elle felt all her free will going from her, she had been stripped of that and was now truly a slave. Disobedience was something she could no longer consider. For some moments, Elle wondered whether she had always been like this, but found it difficult to even remember her past. It was as if she had always been a domino. This made sense as it was clearly the perfect form for her.

“Lick me out.” Melinda commanded.

Elle obeyed, pleased that her patience had provided this reward: the command to serve her mistress. She slid her gloss-covered face and began to lap at the mistress’s moist pussy. She was yielding as Melinda grasped her head and pushed it harder into her crotch and raised it up so her tongue now circled her clitoris. Elle worked hard knowing now that this was her prime purpose. She was a domino, a creature of sexual pleasure and proud in how she could serve. The hard nub of the mistress’s clitoris was a wonderful sensation against Elle’s tongue. As Melinda grunted and thrust the domino’s head back, Elle worried she had done something wrong, but instead the mistress snatched at her hand and pushed its fingers towards her pussy.

While Melinda toyed with her clitoris herself, Elle knew that her hand was to be a dildo. Gloved so that it was slippery, Elle slid one then another and then another finger deep inside under her whole hand was encompassed. Melinda imagined hers was not the first slave’s hand to have penetrated this way. She curved her fingers upwards knowing that they were aiming for that good spot that she had heard talk of. She pulsed her fingers as she guessed Melinda would like. Then the mistress was quivering all over and juice squirted from her splashing on Elle’s mask. Elle lapped at it as if it was cream, not realising how utterly debased, how completely sexual it made her appear. Melinda tugged Elle’s hand from her, and thrust it towards the slave’s face. Elle breathed in the earthy aroma and licked her gloved hand clean knowing in doing so she was fixing this scent, this taste, to a feeling of great pleasure and so locking herself even deeper into a mind of sex. As memories of such activity grew, smelling an aroused women would send them flooding into her thoughts, readying her to serve so well.

“Come, it is a waste keeping such a wonderful domino as you Elle concealed down here. We need to get you on show in the entertainments gardens. You, paired with Bea, will be a wonderful sight.”

Melinda stood and attached a leash to Elle’s collar. She gestured for Bea to approach and clipped another to hers. Elle rose and loved it when Bea licked Melinda’s juice from her mask and then pressed a deep kiss on Elle. The new domino loved the taste of the mistress’s sex mixed with the warm moisture of Bea’s probing tongue. As they broke, Elle grunted her satisfaction.

“Yes, that is good.” Melinda commented as she now pulled on the leashes and the two slaves followed behind as she led them.

Elle was barely aware of where they were going; her mind was focused on thoughts of what she would do with Bea and dreams of how Melinda and other courtiers might use her. Finally Melinda unclipped her leash and guided Elle into the circular space which she recognised was where a cage lowered from the gardens above. Moments later Bea joined her and the floor began to rise. The last view of Melinda that Elle caught was of her grinning in clear satisfaction. Elle shuddered pleasurably to think she generated that kind of response. It was obvious that she was perfect as a domino and she believed now that that was what she had always been destined to be. Now Elle and Bea were caged, the bars all around them, locked, leaving them here as a living entertainment. The thought that now her play with Bea could be viewed by anyone fired another frisson throughout her body. Bea stepped in close pressing her shiny clad body hard against Elle’s and her booted thigh thrust between her legs. They resumed their kiss and in moments were entirely lost in their erotic entwining, unashamedly, proudly even, letting out long moans. Tongues, fingers and then Bea’s dildo probed and explored their bodies. There was no time, just the moment and all the sensations that it held.

A short way off stood two ladies-in-waiting entranced by the scene that had begun to unfold in the cage in front of them.

“Well, that is not a common sight in Feraux is it? Did they warn you Amelia that this is what you would see when you came to court?”

Amelia did not reply for some moments, her eyes fixed on the two women sexing each other so blatantly. “No … no, they did not. Well, not in so many words. But … but I do wonder what does it feel to be dressed like that, to be doing that here where they are some kind of entertainment.”

“Push it from your mind, you’ll never find out. Come on, we need to find this Lucia that her ladyship is so concerned about. This was where she was last seen.”