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© 2007 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this 
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Anniversary Present
by Rachel Gumm (cheapslave@googlemail.com)

***

For a few seconds, Leanne stared at the door, wondering 
whether she should just turn around and walk away. This 
was the first time she'd ever answered a personal ad of 
this nature. Eventually, she tentatively raised her arm 
and pressed the doorbell. (Fdom/FF, nc, bd)

***

A tall, slightly muscular woman answered the door. 
"Yes?" She was a bit butch for Leanne's liking, and 
looked quite a bit older, perhaps in her late thirties 
compared to Leanne being in her early twenties, but 
that paled in significance to what her advert had 
promised. 

"I'm here about the ad," said Leanne, glancing around 
at the empty street. 

The woman looked her up and down approvingly. "I 
suppose you'd better come in then." She opened the door 
long enough for Leanne to slide through. 

"Do you have any disabilities or medical conditions?" 
she asked. 

Leanne shook her head. "No, none that I know of." 

"Good. Take off your clothes," she commanded once 
Leanne was inside. 

"I'm sorry?" asked Leanne. 

"Look, I don't have time for all this getting-to-know-
you bullshit, OK? If you want to do this, then you have 
to do exactly as I say, otherwise you should leave 
right now. There are plenty of other subs in this area 
if you're not really into it." 

Leanne glanced nervously back at the door. She took a 
deep breath, then took off her clothes one by one as 
the butch woman went away and came back. 

"Good," said the woman as she took in Leanne's naked 
body. "Maybe you'll be some use to me after all." 
Leanne briefly wondered if she was referring to her 
obedience or her physical attractiveness. The woman was 
holding a few devices which she placed on a pile on the 
floor, except for one item. It was a collar, similar to 
the kind Leanne had bought months ago in the hope that 
her girlfriend would use it on her, before they had 
split up. 

Before Leanne had time to take in how quickly it was 
happening, the butch woman padlocked the collar around 
her neck and attached a leash to its front D-ring. At 
the end of its metal chain, a thick latex handle 
dangled idly in front of her labia. 

"Open," ordered the woman before holding the next item, 
a gag, up to Leanne's mouth. It was the head harness 
kind, complete with a whole web of lockable straps. 

"Shouldn't we agree on a safeword first?" asked Leanne, 
her voice tremoring slightly. "You know, a series of 
grunts or something?" She wasn't sure how many people 
actually used them, but they seemed like a sensible 
idea. 

"Open, slave," repeated the woman in a stern voice. 
Leanne hesitated a moment before slowly opening her 
mouth. The gag was a long ring or a short tube, 
depending on which way you looked at it, and Leanne 
flicked her tongue out briefly in experimentation as it 
was strapped around the back and top of her head and 
under her chin, padlocked in three separate places. 

To complete Leanne's outfit, the butch woman picked up 
the final item in the pile. It was a single sleeve, a 
device which held her arms together in a large glove-
like piece of thick latex that was laced up from her 
fingertips all the way up her arms, then strapped 
around her shoulders to stay in place. She'd only seen 
pictures of one before, while reading up on her new 
found sexuality in an online encyclopedia. She never 
expected to actually be wearing one so soon. 

Leanne tried to ask what the woman was going to do to 
her, but she knew it would be futile. Only a mess of 
incomplete syllables escaped from her gag. 

"Shhh," soothed the older woman before grabbing 
Leanne's leash and leading her across the hall. 

Leanne felt her heart beat louder and louder as she was 
led through the woman's hallway, then her kitchen. She 
unlocked an inconspicuous door in the utility room 
before leading her through it and locking it behind her 
again. Inside was only a dimly lit staircase. The 
uncarpeted wooden stairs felt cold against her bare 
feet as the woman led her down it. Leanne was beginning 
to regret rushing into this without any experience, but 
she still felt overwhelmed by excitement, thinking of 
all the possibilities. At the bottom of the staircase 
was a second locked door, which the stranger led her 
through before she locked it behind her again. 

The room was quite large, but the sight of it filled 
Leanne with a very primal fear. The walls were bare 
brick, and the concrete floor felt even colder than the 
stairs had done. A stench of sweat and precum filled 
the air. There were no decorations of any kind. There 
was some exercise equipment near one of the corners, 
and a toilet at the far corner. It seemed to have been 
designed with long term captives in mind. There were 
sturdy looking metal rings protruding from several 
places in each wall, the ceiling and floor, and a 
handful of chains were dangling freely from some of 
them. 

There was another young woman in the room. She looked 
about Leanne's age, and was wearing only a white 
bikini. She was tethered to one of the wall hooks by a 
chain that must have only reached as far as the middle 
of the room. There were two empty dog bowls on the 
floor to one side of her, and a stack of magazines on 
the other side, all featuring photographs of bound 
women. She was flicking idly through one of them while 
gently caressing one of her nipples through her bikini 
top, apparently completely bereft of self 
consciousness. 

"Hello, my little slut," greeted the butch woman. "I 
see you're as horny as ever." 

"Just as you want me," said the young woman in the 
bikini, smiling sweetly. As she glanced up, she noticed 
Leanne, and her eyes lit up. 

"Happy anniversary," said the older woman. 

"Already?" asked the woman in the bikini. "It must be 
June then." 

"That's right," said the butch woman. "It was five 
years ago that I first took you in. You kicked up a bit 
of a fuss at the time, but you've certainly grown out 
of that childish behaviour since then." 

"Sorry," apolagised the young woman, casting her eyes 
down at the floor. "I know I wasn't very good back 
then, still harbouring delusions that I could somehow 
escape and go back to my old life." She looked back up 
at her mistress, her voice brighter. "But I've come to 
accept my new role in life now. I wouldn't even leave 
if you let me." 

"I know," assured the older woman. "And that's why I 
got you a present, to thank you for all the wonderful 
years we've had together, and to ensure you'll spend 
the rest of your life having as much fun as you can." 
She glanced at Leanne. "I know a handful of porn isn't 
enough to keep you occupied while I'm at work all day, 
so I got you something to truly keep you busy while I'm 
gone. She's all yours, to do whatever you want with." 

Leanne felt as if her whole world has just caved in. 
She tried to shout in protest as she attempted to wrap 
her latex-encased hands around the door handle, but it 
was no use. She threw herself violently at the door, 
hurting her shoulder, but the door showed no sign of 
breaking. She wondered if the neighbours could hear 
her. It was doubtful from this depth. At best, they 
might hear a murmur and a thud, and pass it off as 
someone getting frustrated at something innocuous. 

"Of course, she's just as misguided now as you were 
when I first took care of you," observed the older 
woman. "But I'm sure in time she'll learn to cherish 
her new role in life, as your pet, just as you cherish 
being mine." She pulled on Leanne's leash, dragging her 
across the room until she was kicking and screaming 
next to the woman in the bikini. 

The butch woman grabbed the chain connected to the wall 
hook next to the other woman's, and padlocked the end 
of it to Leanne's collar before removing her leash. 

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," said the butch 
woman as she picked up the dog bowls from the floor. 
She carried them in one hand and unlocked the door with 
the other. Then she was gone, a distant sound of locks 
and footsteps that grew quieter until there was finally 
silence. 

"Don't worry," comforted the bikini clad woman. "She'll 
feed you pretty well if you're well behaved. Look on 
the bright side. You won't have to worry about work, 
rent or taxes ever again." She smiled with a look of 
young innocence that unsettled Leanne. 

Leanne started sobbing as she curled up on the cold, 
hard floor. As she looked up to see the other woman 
sliding her bikini bottom off, her heart sank even 
lower. She'd just worked out what the gag was forcing 
her mouth open for. 

END

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