I don’t know how many years it’s been since I was free.

Ever since she beat me on that fateful day, I’ve been forced to live as her obedient slave. At first, I tried to resist it. I tried to fight back and keep my pride. We had once been rivals, after all. But that part of me was long gone. I had to accept my defeat, my place beneath her as the lowest member of her harem. Beneath my former colleagues, who she had also taken great delight in enslaving. There was nothing left for me to do but obey her.

I stumbled forward in my boots. As practiced as I was in the pointed toes, it was impossible to really get used to the loss of balance. Even harder to do so while balancing a tray of drinks. Even harder on top of that while I was locked in chastity, forever denied the pleasure I had once indulged in, the vibrating buttplug a constant reminder of my duties.

Thankfully the drinks didn’t spill as I made my way to her. Mistress was lounging by the pool, laying back in a sunchair while another slave bobbed up and down between her legs. Strangely enough, I envied her position. I was the only slave constantly covered head to toe in latex, in bondage that ranged from moderate to extreme. I couldn’t remember the last time Mistress had let me pleasure her without a ring gag in the way.

 I carefully bent down and passed the tray to her, not letting myself spill a drop. Mistress took the glass without even looking my way. “Took you long enough, you useless cunt. I was about to send this one to the punishment room out of sheer boredom.” There was a time I would’ve winced at her words. Another time I would’ve raged at the insult. Now though, I was just relieved the slave wouldn’t take her anger out on me later in the evening. Back when we had worked in the office, she’d been an intern, a new hire. One I took great delight in tormenting. Although her timing had been awful, joining just a few months before the takeover, I knew that she still relished in abusing what little power she had to force me to suffer.

Mistress finally looked my way, lowering her sunglasses. “You still don’t remember anything, do you Mari.” This was the strangest thing. Although I’d adjusted to the routine, for the last couple days Mistress had been making all sorts of strange comments. She was implying that I’d forgotten something. Maybe there had been an order, and it slipped my mind? Was she biding her time to deliver an extra harsh punishment?

It certainly wasn’t the circumstances of my defeat. Although I’d long since accepted my place, the memory of my former life and how I had lost everything was still fresh in my mind. Just a few years ago I was unfathomably rich, CEO of a global company that was set to dominate a growing market. Astrid owned a rival company, but I had more capital than her, and therefore more leverage in the market share. I was sure I could drive her to bankruptcy. But then she’d flipped the tables, and ripped away every last one of my investors. To pay off my debts I was forced to sell my equipment, my intellectual properties, my company shares, and finally, myself. Mistress had taken great pleasure in molding me to the perfect slave I was today.

But recently she’d been talking about weird things, acting slightly different than normal. It was probably some big business deal coming up. I wasn’t involved in that world anymore.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I really must be going.” My eyes widened as I looked at Mistress. “I’d hate to be caught with my hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. Realistically I’ve still got at least another week before either they show up to rescue you or you wake up on your own. That Quent of yours is still working, you know.” She chuckled to herself, as if she had just made a joke. “But I haven’t stayed away from your team for so long by making amateurish mistakes. And even though right now you have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m going to give myself a proper head start for once you do.”

I was utterly bewildered by her comments. I wanted to ask what on earth she was talking about, but the gag made it impossible. Who would be coming to rescue me? Hadn’t I already proved that I was exactly where I wanted to be?”

She gently caressed my cheek. “Until next time, Mari. Don’t worry, I’m sure next time you track me down I’ll have just as much fun.”

My mind was swimming. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was on drugs of some sort. She was saying nonsensical gibberish, and she wasn’t acting like herself either.

Then a scowl returned to her face. “What are you doing, cunt? Quit acting all mushy and sentimental. It’s pathetic how you actually love me, even though you’re hardly worthy of being my slave.”

My body shivered in arousal. There it was, the harsh words of my Mistress that I loved to hear. Maybe if I was lucky she would bring me to the punishment chamber herself in the evening.

Mistress was my entire world. And although the world was a big place, with countless possibilities, she was the only thing that really mattered to me in all of it.