Slave Border Bunny's (Formerly Layla's) perspective

"I'm sorry, Slave Border Bunny, but we need to work with Mistress Katie to try and stop that shipment of slaves. One of her conditions is she gets to foster you, with Mistress Jasmine assigned as your Mistress. Oh, and Nora will still control your bathroom privileges, wherever she is. She has to formally give you permission on Sheila's Slave Blog and Mistress Jasmine has to read it off to you. Mistress Katie actually recommended she give you one free bathroom break a day. You go after that one, you get punished. You gave a blanket consent to be dommed by Mistress Katie and her girls, unfortunately we don't have time to review every item. If it looks bad, we'll get you out, one way or the other, hang in there, babe."

My Acting Top Domme for the day, Lara Gupta, looked up at me from my phone screen-Mistress Jasmine's phone screen- since slaves can't own property-apologetically. Of course, part of the plan is she's going to be acting Top Domme for more than one day, while I'm...the bait. My heart hammered in my chest, somewhere between terror and extreme heart pounding elation. I learned in the Marines those two were very close cousins. Each word spiked a little thrill in my soul that I know a Top Domme should never have about being submissive. I knew it was going to be humiliating, and painful at times. But the only way I feel I can atone for my part in Sheila's suffering, is take the role she was supposed to take. I didn't anticipate being so excited about it though. Nora and Sandy edging me in the limo didn't help, but my body is responding...to being a slave in suprising ways.

I couldn't respond to the sweet Desi Girl, now one of my many superiors, because I was panel gagged. Mistress Jasmine had replaced the nerf ball in my mouth with a wad of her dirty socks and panties.

My arms are sleeved up to my shoulders, my heels touching my ass, I'm resting on my elbows and knees. I'm naked otherwise, my brown ass turning cherry red from Mistress Jasmine's savage whippings. She hits hard for such a little priss, but I still wanted to come from her whippings and yelling. Or when she told me Mistress Nora had to post on Sheila's Slave blog permission for me to use the bathroom.

I'm sure when Mistress Nora was dawdling about posting my permission to relieve my bowels I wouldn't be wanting to come, and regret my "consent. But right now even the the thought of Mistress Nora controlling my bathroom breaks via blog was exciting. My only regret at the moment was not being able to rub my throbbing clit. I'm enjoying being controlled by a bevy of hot young girls, my own and my "fosters". The worst is the anticipation when this stops being hot and the reality of being a slave hit me. Though subbing is making me so hot I think there will be highs and lows throughout my tenure.

I hit both in the limo. Nora whipped off the blanket and they wedged me in the slave seat designed for Sheila. Oww, you little bitches, I'm broader and 10 to 15 pounds heavier. They took off the blindfold portion of my hood. I traded a quick glance with Constance. She was one of the four who knew I'd be given to Mistress Katie to "foster", though a Mistress Jasmine would be my Mistress on a day to day basis, switching out with a Mistress Sonya. They'd bring me to the set, where Lara had already written a story arc to explain my new position. In a nutshell, Gunnery Sergeant Perez gets captured by Amazonians and made a slave.

The other two who knew, besides Constance and myself were Dave and Lara. Our two Junior Dommes would find out right at the handover. Our current slaves Alpha Kim and Bottom Zero would be duly informed upon their return. Dave wanted to do it this way to avoid the other four insisting on a lengthy debate. We didn't trust Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions. We were certain she knew a lot of Ari's slaves weren't volunteers. We actually didn't think any of hers were either, and she was a pretty close ally of Ari's. Which is why giving our most lethal fighter, me, to Katie as a slave was meant to deflect suspicion and make Ari think we were sincere about an Alliance. I know Sheila would insist on it being her. After all we put that poor girl through, we couldn't let her. Dave, Lara and Constance agreed, though she was understandably worried about her lover. We were certain Mistresses Sandy and Nora, and Alpha Slave Kim, would agree even if she didn't like it. Bottom Slave Zero would be mad, but not much she could do.

If Zero/Sheila raised too much fuss, Mistress Sandy would gave two of Queen Of Mean's Bull Dykes subdue her, strip her, and strap her to the inverted punishment Y she'd set up in her room for correcting her slave. She'd done it once before when she got tired of Sheila nagging her about her relationship with Dave.

Now my Connie was looking at me with genuine concern. I winked and would have mouthed "It will be alright, honey." If I wasn't so firmly gagged. She gave me a small, sad little smile, but her eyes lost none of their concern. I tried to convey reassurance with my own gaze.

We were interrupted by Nora, huddled over a tablet with Sandy, implored "Mistress Constance, can we please edge Border Bunny, please? We know outside of training her sexy Mexican butt is your personal property. We don't want to touch her in ways that make you jealous. But I noticed how wet she gets and how hard her nipples get when she subs. The lewd little thing needs to learn her pleasure is in her domme's control, just like her punishment. Pleeeaase?"

Nora was looking pleadingly at Constance. I glanced to my right, where Sandy was sitting on the other side of Nora. The exotic half breed girl was smiling at me with bemusement. Then she blew a kiss and dropped a sly wink. I realized the look in her eyes wasn't just bemusement, but...hunger....for me. And I was excited about being a tasty little Mexican morsel for...Mistress Sandy. And Mistress Nora.

I looked at Constance, hoping my eagerness to be edged by two hot young dommes wasn't too obvious. Suprisingly, Constance looked amused, as well. "Mistress Nora, Mistress Sandy, you want to get my slave all wet and horny, then deny her relief?" She glared at Nora fixedly. I coud tell it she was messing around, but Nora gulped. "Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Mistress Constance." She stammered. Sandy giggled into her hand.

Then Constance got a big smile. "Just funning you a little sugar, go right ahead. I know her reactions, so I'll make sure you can bring her right to the edge, then deny her." As it dawned on me what it meant to be edged with no relief, Sandy sidled around to my right side, and started lightly licking around my nipple. Ooooh, ahhhh.

Nora turns my head with suprising strength, undoes my panel gag, and gently removes the nerf ball. The. She moves in for a very passionate kiss that makes me go "Eeeerrp!" And my eyes widen. At first I'm passively staring at my blondie Mistress as she forces her tongue in my mouth.

A hard nipple flick brings me back to reality. Mistress Nora moves back to give me a vicious domme glower. I'm not scared, not yet, just excited. "Slave Border Bunny, kiss your Mistress with enthusiasm, you little spic!" My response is to lick my lips and give my Mistresses a hot, horny look.

She moves back in aggressively, girl lust for my dusky ass shining in her eyes. At first she forces her tongue down my throat almost hard enough to choke me. She reminds me of the eager but inexperienced boys I fooled around with in the neighborhood growing up. Those boys weren't the direct cause of me preferring girls, but they were an influence on it.

Sandy takes a break from tonguing around my aureole, to gently reprimand her protege. "You're kissing her like those fumbling boys used to kiss me in Junior High behind the foodmart. I know Sarah taught you better than that. Back up, move in again. Border Bunny, take control for a minute and show her how to kiss, sweetheart."

We both obey our lead domme's instructions. For a few minutes I'm reteaching Nora how to lightly tongue wrestle, a gentle engagement between the white Domme and her Mexican slave. She takes charge much more skillfully soon, asserting her dominance. Normally I hate the trope in lesbian lovemaking that one of us is "the man". But she's definitely taking the male role, and it's making my kitty wet. Miss Sandy is peppering my neck with light kisses and love bites. I want to yell "No hickeys!" But am hardly in a position to currently make demands. The two hot dommes attentions have me teetering on the brink of a massive slave orgasm. Nora's hands slid between my strapped spread open thighs to gently strum my clit. Oh yes, I'm sure neither one of them had the skill yet to know when to stop or how to at least ruin my orgasms. I was one lucky lezzy slave, coming between two hot young dommes!

Then Constance hollered "Alright, Sandy, Nora she's about to blow, I can tell. Nora hand away from her clit. Sandy, stop fondling and kissing her neck and shoulder. Nora, keep making her kiss, it will get her hotter and hotter, but keep her from release." Sandy stopped nuzzling and fondling me right away, Nora's hand reluctantly moved from my clit. I tried to turn to Constance to plead for an orgasm but Nora was suprisingly strong, grabbing my head and forcing me roughly to continue our lip lock.

At one point, she was so irritated at my struggle to continue, she backed up glaring angrily, then slapped me across my face shouting "Focus, bitch!" With the latex padding my face it didn't hurt. Actually after the shock, I felt a pleasurable thrill in my aching crotch, though not enough to come. Please, slap me again, Mistress Nora, I really like it! She didn't slap me again, but smiled approvingly when I strained against my straps, licking my lips, showing her my eagerness to continue. Like a good domme, she made me wait a minute before she deigned to continue our lip lock.

When we were almost to Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions resort when Constance ordered Nora to release the lip lock on me. We both broke up reluctantly, gazing at each other hungrily and licking our lips.

Constance's words were for the girls, but her light touch on my shoulder was for my attention. We locked gazes as she spoke to our Junior Dommes. "Alright, ladies, get her bitchsuit, locks and keys together, as well as her leash and collar. Slaves have to be on a leash or tied to something at all times, don't forget girls. Each party gets two warnings, then asked to leave the premises. Keep firm control of her at all times."

Our gazes were locked the whole time. The girls thought this was a routine training session, not a major move hanging me out as an expendable piece on the board to lure Ari into complacency. We hoped. They'd all gotten used to Dave's democratic leadership, they wouldn't be happy that he cut them out of the decision, seeking consensus only from Lara, Constance and I. Sandy, Sarah and Sheila would try to veto it. Nora would act concerned, and probably would be. But she'd probably look for clever ways to exert cruel dominion over me for her enjoyment. While forgetting the mission. All four of us agreed Nora would be easier to restrain if our plan was a suprise. Once it was executed I had no choice but to count on that.

I used the opportunity of being ungagged to mouth to Constance: "It'll be alright, I love you, Connie." She nodded sadly, obviously fighting back tears so as not to tip off our Apprentice Mistresses, yet.

Then the nerf ball was popped back in my mouth. I realized the little bitch rubbed hot sauce on the ball as she slapped the panel gag in place and Sandy secured it behind my head. Constance saw clearly that the ball was slathered with liquid and turned a sharp glare on her student.

"Ok, Nora Marie Jameson, what did you rub on your slave's gag? She giggled and held up the bottle of hot sauce. "Just a little Texas Pete for our Mexican slave to enjoy." The intensity of Constance's stare, and Sandy's, asks why without verbalizing the question.

Nora's smile falters. "Uh, I'm trying to teacher she's subject to the suprise whims of her domme. It's not excessively cruel, I see her slather this exact type of tabasco on most of her meals as a domme. Excessive cruelty would be mixing it with lemon Juice, or using something extra hot she's not used to, like Habenero or Reaper. I'm really trying not to hurt her or be too sadistic." Her plea did sound earnest.

And I did like Texas Pete, a lot of it, but it tasted better on my food then my gag. Sandy smiled behind her hand at her friend's explanation, like she knew the blondie passed. My Constance folded her arms and glared harder. Nora gulped, concerned her explanation would be rejected.

Then Constance turned on me, "You okay, My Baby Girl? I know you tough, but speak up if she put too much Texas Pete on your gag?" I'm a Marine, a little burn from a sauce I eat every day ain't gonna tap me out. I mmmphed "Uh fune, Misswess Constance." We exchanged another sad, knowing look. Then she smiled down fondly at me and patted my head.

Her next words were for her two Apprentice dommes. "Alright girls, finish getting her prepped and ready to move. I want your cute little cracker butts turning on a dime!" Into the belly of the beast...I still felt better about me going in voluntarily then us forcing Sheila too.

Sandy's perspective

Dammit, Dave! How could you let them do this, and cut Sheila, Sarah and I out of the decision making loop! I was watching the video of Layla seated in her office, Dave standing to her left. Constance standing to her left arm draped around her shoulder. To the left of Dave was supporting Lara, who was brushing tears from her eyes. The free version of Layla patiently explaining the four of them came to a consensus. Nora, Sarah, Sheila and I were excluded because they anticipated too much pushback from the four of us. Damn right! Dave, why didn't YOU veto it!

I looked up at Mistress Katie smiling at us in the middle of the hiking trail. Her domme attire isn't remotely subtle. A gray greatcoat with a black guard belt around her waist, even though it's though it's close to noon and really warming up. Black combination cap perched perfectly on her blond head, an emblem of a nude, hooded woman with her hands behind her back engraved on a large silver medallion it's center. Looked like the bitch was wearing stormtrooper boots as she tapped a wicked black crop in her hand.

As I went back to watching Layla's consent video, and the others explaining the plan, my mind drifted back to earlier today. Constance was first out of the limo, followed by Nora and I helping Slave Border Bunny out. We helped Layla to stand, as Nora threw down her mat in front of her. My hand on her right, Nora's on her left we helped her kneel after Nora gave the order. "On your knees, head down!"

Mistress Constance was talking to a tall looking Arab ( Or Persian?) girl holding a tablet. She was wearing platform heels, black leather breaches and a black silver studded sleeveless top. She noticed we had put our slave in an appropriately respectful position and smiled at us.

"Hello girls, welcome to Mistress Katie's Fetish Entertainment And Productions! I'm Mistress Jasmin, your facilitator for your experience. First let me verify your identities." She looked at our dark Senior Domme.

"You are Mistress Constance Anderson, Top Domme for this expedition?" Constance replied "Yes". She looked at me "You'd be Novice domme Mistress Sandy Connor?" I nodded and affirmed "Yes".

She looked at Nora and said you're "Probationary Domme Nora Jameson?" Nora nodded and said "Yes, ma'am." Her usual shyness around strangers brought out her best manners. Jasmine beamed. "I just love you little Southern white girls, such great manners. But what does "Probationary Domme" mean?

Nora glanced at me, a little resentfully. She was still a little bent that even though she had more extensive and recent domme experience, her colleagues unanimously agreed I was more trustworthy in that role. Torturing her beloved mentor with laxitives was the last straw in her history of subbie abuse that couldn't be ignored anymore. And she KNEW IT. One look between us conveyed she couldn't say being put on probation as a domme wasn't fair.

"Mistress Jameson has great POTENTIAL as a domme. However, she has a few issues that keep her from realizing that POTENTIAL. Mistress Sandy and I are assigned by our superiors to help her work through the issues hindering her growth." Constance asserted this loudly in her black mama voice. Jasmine looked at us all a little uneasy, her black ponytail bobbing lightly as she looked at each of us quizically. Then she seemed to mentally shrug and accept it at face value. "I see." was her reply to Constance's missive.

She pointed the tablet stylus at the kneeling, bound and hooded Hispanic girl. "This is Slave Border Bunny, free woman name, Layla Vasquez, correct?" Layla's head came up to mmmph a reply. It was an understandable reflex reaction from a new slave. It didn't warrant serious punishment, especially considering Layla was a suprisingly well behaved slave.

It did call for light correction. I gave her a gentle tap on the back of the head, not a humiliating slap. "Silence, slave. That question was for Mistress Nora, not you. Hang your head and be quiet." My voice was stern, but it should be clear to her I'm not angry at her.

I looked pointedly at Nora to make sure she got the lesson on the appropriate level of force to discipline a slave. She nodded to affirm she had. Then she replied to Mistress Jasmine. "Yes, ma'am, this is her." Jasmine, for her part looked like she was starting to get what we were doing with our "Probationary Domme."

"Wow, you're giving her tutoring on how to be a good domme! All our visitor groups could learn from your leadership and discipline! I wish they would sometimes, honestly. Mistress Nora, could you hand me the slave's freewoman ID?"

Nora hesitated. Nora did have custody of Layla's ID and phone when she was subbing. This was to teach her to properly care for a sub's personal property while they were under her control. I understood her hesitation...why did she need Layla's ID, but not ours?

"This is just to verify that your sub is 100% a volunteer. We run a second background check on the slave and verify her ID is valid. If we find any evidence she's being coerced or trafficked, we contact the police. I'm sure everything is on the level, it's just an extra layer of protection for the submissives...and our reputation."

Nora reluctantly reached in her backpocket to pull out Layla's drivers license and hand it to Jasmine. Jasmine smiled brightly "Thank you, dear, we'll make sure this is properly accounted for." Then she looked at her drivers license picture and got...a hungry leer. "Oh my...what a little hottie...your lucky, Mistress Nora, I always wanted a cute little border hopper for a slave." Nora nodded warily. Constance I exchanged glances, her sad eyes telling me she knew something we didn't. What!?

Jasmine read off from her hi-tech pad again. "So you plan to bitchsuit Border Bunny, take her on a walk on our 1.5 mile trail to the coast, tether her to a tree, and enjoy a picnic lunch. After you feed Border Bunny, you walk her back and leave?" All three of us Mistresses affirmed "Yes".

"I need to inspect your gear and supplies, to make sure of your comfort and safety, and your sub's safety, even if her comfort isn't quite as important." Gifly giggling at that.

Constance, Nora and I retrieved our packs from the limo. We unpacked them and laid out the gear Marine Corps style, like Layla taught us. Jasmine inspected it all, impressed.

"Water. Flare gun. Waterproof matches. Even an emergency tent for four. You guys have to be the most prepared group ever! Almost every other group has to buy or rent gear from us because they didn't read our required gear list, you guys got it all. I heard stories Master Henson is an old softy, and his girls are a cathouse of bumbling amateurs. I think they're jealous, you gals are awesome." Constance thanked her and looked pointedly at Nora and I. We dutifully intoned "Thank you, Mistress Jasmine."

"Your girls are so polite, Mistress Constance." She laughed with delight. "If only we could talk Master Henson into loaning you to us to teach some of our new domme trainees." Then she got serious. "Get your slave bitchsuited. When you're done, I have to do a mandatory inspection for saftey. Once I clear you, take the hallway to your right. Once you exit, there are signs to point you down the trail."

Nora knelt to her left to undo her armbinder. I knelt to her right to massage and stretch her newly free arm, Nora did the same to the arm on her left. Then we folded her arms hand to shoulder, sleeved them up, and locked them. We rolled her on her back and had her pull her knees back as much as possible, before we sleeved up her legs, heels to ass. Constance helped us gently roll her up on her elbows and knees.

Mistress Jasmine giggled when Nora tied her pink Bunny ears around her head. This time I watched carefully as Nora lubed up her butt plug before insertion. I nodded approval and she stuck it in our little Border bunny's cute brown rear, strapping it around her waist so she couldn't expel it. Jasmine was impressed. "She's so quiet and obedient, what are good girl, she's a natural slave."

Mistress Jasmine checked professionally, for airway, breathing, and circulation, then for adequate padding at her elbows and knees. She made sure we showed her a poncho modified for...her condition...if it rained. Also our blanket for her if it suddenly got cold.

She gave Border Bunny's bowed head a pet. "You're good to go, cutie. Your Mistresses think of everything." Nora raised her crop to chastise Border Bunny for not answering immediately. I stopped her, she wasn't necessarily required to reply when not asked a question. Punishing her would just confuse her.

This was a time to teach her proper Slave to Domme courtesy. I lightly tapped her cute brown rear. "Slave Border Bunny, Mistress Jasmine showed a lot of care for your well being. What do you say, slave?"

She caught on right away. "Fank uoo, Miswess asmine, foo yu oncern." Jasmine giggled with delight. "She's just sooooo adorable! I want one!" She petted Border Bunny gently again. "You're welcome, you cute little Bunny slave."

To us she said. "You gals got our number, call if you need anything." Constance nodded and had me take Border Bunny's leash and lead her out to the trail. When we got to the trail, Mistress Constance told her I was going to make her sniff flowers, and maybe a few other innocent things on the trail. Her head started to lift with an angry mmmph, a light warning tap with my crop had her bow it quietly again.

Constance explained it would just be a few flowers and plants we were sure were harmless. No shit, animal carcasses, or poison Ivy and oak type plants. It was a simple lesson for all three of us in simple slave training and compliance in a bitch suit.

The first few flowers I had to be stern and give her a couple of moderate whacks to encourage her. After that, she seemed to be having almost as much fun as I was. I'd no sooner point and order her to sniff a pretty wild flower, when the strong if heavily restrained mexican girl nearly pulled me off my feet as she stumped eagerly to obey me.

Then I handed the leash to Nora, who seemed reluctant to train her "personal slave". I finally got Nora to point out a harmless wildflower for Border Bunny to sniff. Nora actually had to crop her lightly and order her to slow down. She seemed really aroused and eager being a bitchsuit slave.

Then Nora made Border Bunny sniff a flower that made her sneeze, while Nora giggled like a sadistic child. Her eyes watered and I had to wipe snot from her nose. Nora saw the same type of flower further down the path, and ordered her slave to sniff it. This time Layla showed obvious reluctance, but a few harsh words and hard crop smacks got her slave hesitantly moving forward. The tough Former Marine could normally take a lot more, but she was trapped deep in subspace now. She wanted to please her Mistress even if it meant her own discomfort.

I had to stop her. Abusing a loyal slave's trust and obedience was not a mistake she was making on my watch. Then a voice said "Hello darlings, so nice to meet you all in person. I so look forward to working with all of you to take down Ari." I turned to see a petite blondie in that garish domme outfit striding towards us. I was about to say "And you are, bitch?" When Constance stepped forward to shake her outstretched hand.

Constance turned to a befuddled Nora and I. "Girls, this is Mistress Katie Green. She's our new ally in the fight against Ari. Dave, Layla, Lara and I all signed off on the Alliance. Sorry to keep you gals out of the loop until now. Nora, if you'll ungag Layla, we'll bring you up to speed now."

Nora and I exchanged a look. As she bent down to ungag Layla, I realized they hadn't mentioned Sarah or Sheila either. Who were they to make this decision without us? I got Dave was ultimately our big cheese, but I was used to him being more democratic than this....

https://www.reddit.com/u/Lamedviv/s/AGnP9qWRdx Part 14