Balance is important in everything. Keeping a balanced diet, balancing work with play, that sort of thing. But right now, the only balance Kelly is worried about is keeping her balance on the tall black ballet boots she was locked into by her Mistress, Tina. 

Tina and Kelly have been friends for years, but a couple months ago, the pair had a sparking revelation seemingly out of nowhere that gave their relationship a whole new dynamic. Tina has been training Kelly ever since, sculpting her into the perfect servile maid. 

While Kelly does her best to get the hang of walking in the several extra inches of height locked to her feet, the fear of toppling over in front of her superior compounds itself as she trembles weakly in the shiny ballet boots that provide a constant reminder of her subservience. The back of the short skirt on her white maid dress lifts as she stumbles and catches herself on the back of the sofa, offering the evening sunlight a chance to reflect off of the steel chastity belt locked to her.

“M-mistress..?”

Mistress Tina, standing an arms length behind her, brandishing a crop and wielding an unimpressed glare, responds.

“Yes, slave?”

“Isn’t this- woah..” 

Kelly takes her hands off of the sofa and stumbles momentarily, over her steps and over her words as she tries to regain her balance. Her Mistress waits in mock patience.
“Isn’t this supposed to get easier with practice?”

“Yes, slave. And even if it doesn’t, there’s always the bitchsuit. Either way, you aren’t getting out of those boots. Now, fetch me my coat. I’m going out for the evening.”

“Y-yes, Mistress Tina,” Kelly says shyly, as she carries on with her training. She hobbles down the hall out of the living room and toward the master bedroom, trying not to trip as the gentle repetitious jingle of the small golden padlocks at her ankles and hips sends her heart racing. As she reaches the door and enters the master bedroom, she sees her Mistress’s cropped black coat lying folded neatly at the end of the bed. She delicately lifts it over her right arm and turns to leave, but spots an unfamiliar device on the bedside table.

“Oh..?” Kelly whispers to herself. She glances in hesitation towards the door, and then reaches for the device and picks it up. As she grabs it, it opens up like a flip phone, but it lacks a screen on the inside and a dozen unlabeled pink buttons take up the inside surface area in a completely unfamiliar layout. Kelly turns the device over in her hand, feeling along the shiny black onyx-like exterior, finding a circular screen in the place of where a flip phone’s camera would be. 

“What… is this? It wasn’t here when I was cleaning this room a few nights ago, was it?”

From outside the room, Kelly’s Mistress rings the maid handbell, summoning her back. Kelly jumps, her heart and mind racing as the sound of the bell chimes into her conditioned maid programming. She holds the device in her left hand just behind her back, and the locks on her boots and her chastity belt jingle again as she hurries out of the room and down the hall toward her Mistress.

“Did you get lost, slave?” her Mistress retorts, turned away from Kelly and facing a tall mirror. Her Mistress is dressed in a tight black rubber latex catsuit, which battles the mirror for which one can reflect the most of the evening sunlight streaming in through the living room windows. She puts her hand through the wrist strap of her favorite leather crop, holding it across her body in a domineering position. Kelly forgets to respond, lost in awe of her Mistress. 

“Slave?” her Mistress turns, facing Kelly and holding her hand out for her coat.

“Oh! Y-yes, Mistress Tina. Here is your coat.” 

Kelly holds out the coat to her Mistress, still nervously clutching the device behind her. Her Mistress does not take the coat, and instead reaches into the coat pocket and pulls out a cell phone. She points two fingers downward to Kelly's feet, signaling that she is to remain waiting in place. Kelly holds the coat to her chest and the device tightly in her hand behind her back. She watches her Mistress turn back towards the mirror and type something into her phone. After a moment, the phone rings and Mistress Tina answers it immediately, holding it up to her ear.

“Yes, Lana, I know I’m late. I had to take some extra time to look good.” She swivels in place, checking out her shining rubber-coated body in the mirror. Kelly blushes, watching the light outline and caress her Mistress's rubber body.  

“Well, just save me and the maid seats at the bar, Lana.” 

Kelly almost lets out a whimper, her legs momentarily going weak. Kelly can hardly remember the last time she got to go out for an evening with her Mistress, let alone to have the honor of sitting alongside her Mistress’s friends.

“Yeah, Lana. We’ll be there… Yeah, Club Lustre. I know the place, I’ve driven past there dozens of times. Yep. Bye.”

Her Mistress taps her phone screen and turns towards Kelly, reaching again for her coat. Still lost in flustered thought, Kelly doesn’t notice for long enough to earn a firm thwack in her thigh from Tina’s crop. She yelps, snapping to attention and quickly presenting the coat. Mistress Tina pulls the coat over her body, covering up her shining chest and waist. 

“Yes, slave. You’re coming with me tonight. I want to show you off to my friend. They're quite interested in how well trained you are…” she stops and turns to Kelly momentarily.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

“Understood, ma’am.”

Kelly bows her head.

After a final once-over in the mirror, Mistress Tina snaps her fingers twice in quick succession, and heads toward the door, nonverbally instructing Kelly to follow. Kelly complies, trying to keep her balance as best she can as she rushes out of the house with her Mistress. The skirt of her short white maid dress shivers and her chastity belt feels cool on her crotch in the evening air as she gets in the passenger seat of the car, dropping the strange black device into her handbag.

As they back out of the driveway and start down the road, Tina nudges Kelly in the arm.

“Ever been to Club Lustre, Kelly?”

For a moment, Kelly feels her mind get caught up by the question. She shifts in her seat, thinking.

“I-I don't… know, Mistress.”

Kelly feels a fuzzy tingle in the back of her mind, like a sort of nagging, distant familiarity, like deja vu but at a deeper level. Her Mistress responds, concern vacant from her voice despite the odd answer. 

“Yeah, me either. I have memories of driving past there many times, but… I don't remember ever needing to drive past there to go anywhere.”

Kelly looks to her Mistress, whose eyes remain fixed on the road ahead of them, her lips lifted in a silent contemplation. 

Some minutes of silent navigation go by. Tina feels a hint of discomfort in the back of her mind as to how well she knows the precise route to Club Lustre, taking back streets that she should have no reason to recognize and turning into the parking lot of one of the many identically unremarkable city blocks, just as the final glimmers of sunlight set on the horizon. 

Vehicles and pedestrians in shining ravewear shuffle toward a queue that passes a bouncer and disappears inside. No indication, not even a lit sign or poster, identifies the building as Club Lustre, but Kelly and her Mistress get out of the car and join the semi-orderly entry queue regardless.

The queue moves quickly as the bouncer in the front seems to recognize most of the patrons’ faces and unique outfits. 

“Welcome back to Club Lustre.” The bouncer repeats with each filing body getting waved to proceed through the door. 

Kelly fumbles through her bag to find her ID as the line steadily files inside. Her Mistress, just ahead of her, continues calmly and confidently forward, making no effort to find an ID of her own. 

The remainder of the line shrinks in front of them. From five to four to three, two, one.

“Welcome back to Club Lustre” the bouncer slides a wink to Mistress Tina as she passes through the door and disappears into the dark hallway just inside.

“Oh, hey you.” 

The bouncer stops Kelly as she reaches the front, halting the queue behind her. He examines her white maid outfit, then takes a long look at the golden padlocks on her boots. He smirks and looks back up to Kelly, and finally speaks in a hushed voice. 

“Her Majesty will be pleased to have you back.”

Kelly flinches, her legs wobbling and her brows furrowing.

“H-huh?”

The bouncer gently places his hand on her shoulder and gives her a playful nudge. He raises his voice to a tone of booming amusement, as though he were a stage announcer calling for the next act. 

“Go on now pretty lady, you'd better catch up with your… Mistress.”

He chuckles softly, as though he found something comical about Kelly’s presence. 

“Welcome back to Club Lustre.”

He announces, playfully shoving Kelly toward the door. She stumbles inside, barely catching herself as her boots do little to ease the momentum. 

Kelly catches her breath, glancing around the uniquely decorated entrance hallway. The hall leads down in a long sloping curve, dimly lit by red candles on the outside wall of the curve. Faint echoes of beating club music, intermingled with laughter and whooping shouts climb the empty walls from down and around the hall.  

Kelly slowly moves through the dark curvature of the sloped hallway, hearing the sounds of synthetic instrumentals grow louder as she counts her steps in the same rhythm. Just as she starts to wonder to herself just how far down the hall curves, she sees red and silver lights spilling out from around a final corner, where she turns into the top of a small set of red carpeted stairs overlooking the inner club. A dazzle of red and silver club lights sweep across a crowd of hundreds of dancing patrons, at the center of which Kelly spots her Mistress, impatiently pushing through the tight crowd toward the bar. 

Kelly slowly descends the stairs into the waving and swelling crowd, as though stepping into a cold river for a swim. As she steps into the crowd, Kelly tries desperately to not get lost in the current. She feels hands and bodies rub on her; seemingly very few of them doing so by accident, as she feels fingers brush her legs from under her skirt, her extra several inches of height giving easy access.

Kelly scans her eyes across the club over everyone’s heads. The crowd bounces in time to the pulsing music as it builds towards a beat drop, as though a group mind all put in sync with one another by the swirling sounds and lights. She feels a hand grope her ass and a finger trace the rim of her chastity belt. She whimpers meekly, pretending not to notice as her face turns bright red and she is too embarrassed to turn around. 

The red and silver lights swing across her vision, and she feels her mind weaken as she falls into the collective mind of the dancing crowd. She smiles, joining the euphoric motion of the bodies and hands surrounding and pressing against her. As her worry and inhibition melt into a fog in the back of her dazzled mind, she subconsciously invites the attention on her body. As she loses herself in the moment, the music echoes in her mind, overloading her senses with carefree obedience. The flying red and silver lights, the current of bodies, and the echoing beat of music foggying Kelly's head all push and pull relentlessly on her body and her mind. 

As her thoughts and her eyes wander she catches a glimpse of her Mistress taking a seat at the bar beside another person, and she slowly feels her way through the crowd. Hands graze her hips and waist and butt as she moves forward through the body of the crowd. Her eyes fix forward, with red and silver blots of light dancing in the corners of her vision, and flooding the brief moments of darkness of her every blink. She finally frees herself from the throng just as the beat drops and the whole room shakes, bathed in more pulsing lights that reflect off of all the shining outfits.

Kelly reaches her Mistress, who is already chatting with her friend. Kelly looks for a spot to sit, but not finding any, stands shyly at attention beside her Mistress.

“-Don’t understand what’s so great about- aha! There you are, slave. Took you long enough. Lana, this is Kelly, my maid in training. Slave, this is my friend Lana.” 

A tall and slim nonbinary person sits to the left of Mistress Tina, dressed in a shiny silver bodycon dress. They sit, one leg over the other, in shiny black laced thigh high boots with slim stilettos. They tap their boot in the air in time with the club’s music.

Kelly instinctively curtsies to Lana. 

“Hello, Mx.”

Lana glances Kelly over.

“You’re right, Tina. She’s very well trained.”

Kelly blushes at the remark, clasping her hands together.

“Yeah,” says Mistress Tina. “I’m proud of her.” She smiles towards her maid.

Lana tilts their head and leans forward for a better look.

“Is that a… chastity belt I see under her outfit?”

Tina giggles coyly.

“Yes, it is. I locked her in that when I first started training her, and then the boots just a couple nights ago. Those golden padlocks are all locked remotely, so there’s not a chance she’ll escape.”

Kelly fights the urge to bury her bright red face in her hands, but is shortly saved from her embarrassment by a bartender dressed in a sleeveless silver suit and a red bowtie approaching her Mistress and Lana. 

“Can I get you folks anything?” he asks.

Tina holds up the menu of drinks, scanning over the various options, but having barely read any of the items, Lana slaps down the menu from Tina’s hand to the surface of the bar.

“Actually,” Lana says suddenly, crossing their arms as they swivel in their seat and lean over the bar toward the bartender, “you can get me the manager.”

Tina turns to Lana, concerned. Without a word but with a sly wink, the bartender hurries away and out of view. 

“What the hell, Lana?”

“Just trust me, Val,” Lana says, leaning back in their seat and putting their hands behind their head.

“I picked this place for a good reason. I know all the best specialties.”

The three of them sit in a momentary hood of silence under the thumping music, when the bartender returns, followed closely behind by a woman in a dazzling silver and red latex catsuit. Kelly can’t keep her eyes off of the woman as she runs her red rubber gloved finger smoothly across the bar and sways hypnotically with the music, seemingly able to slow down time itself with her graceful motion toward them. 

She stops immediately in front of and between Lana and Mistress Tina, leaning slightly over the bar. She purses her glossy red lips and looks between the two of them, then to Kelly, who is still very visibly blushing.

“Welcome back to Club Lustre.” she greets with a soft and seductive tone, granting a smug smile and a wink to Kelly and her Mistress.

“Thank you, Queen.” Lana replies, tilting their head down in admiration.

“W-what? I’m confused. What do you mean ‘welcome back?’” Tina shifts in confusion.

“What’s wrong, Valentina? Don’t remember me?” The woman snickers. “That’s okay, I didn’t want you to.” She looks over to Lana, who shrugs in fake innocence. “Well, anyways, I’m the manager here, but you can just call me Queen.”

Kelly curtsies to Queen, still blushing but not saying a word in order to not speak out of turn. Noticing this, Queen responds.

“Oh yes, Kelly, don’t you worry hun. I see you there with those gorgeous boots. It must be hard to keep steady with those boots locked onto you, huh?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

Queen raises her hand to her mouth, covering her lips with her fingertips and giggling coyly.

“Oh Kelly, it’s Your Majesty, if you please, darling.”

“Yes, of course.. Your Majesty… er- h-how did you know my name-”

“What the hell is this?” Tina angrily interrupts, glaring at Queen. Queen doesn’t look at Tina, and instead her demeanor becomes expressionless as she pulls away from her spot leaning over the bar and reaches her hand under it. She takes something into her hand but keeps it hidden under the bar, slowly but dramatically turning her eyes toward Tina. Queen purses her lips once again and studies Tina’s face silently, watching it slowly become more red in a mix of fluster and frustration.

Lana watches quietly, a passionate fascination in their wide smile. They bite their lip, enraptured by the tension building between the two women. 

“I-” Tina starts to attempt to speak, but Queen just shakes her head gently.

“Wh-... How…”

“Shhhh…” Queen puts her index finger up against her red glimmering lips, still keeping her other hand concealed beneath the bar.

Kelly watches, frozen in place, as her Mistress struggles to speak beyond any more than whimpers that are barely audible under the noise of the club. Queen pulls her finger away from her lips and puts it halfway between herself and Tina, holding it there for several moments, waiting. The music builds and the atmosphere in the club holds its collective breath for the beat to drop. 

Three.

Two. 

One.

Drop.

Queen snaps her fingers. In an instant, Tina’s shoulders go lax and her head falls forward slightly. As the beat drops and the lights flash, Tina drops into a trance, her now-vacant mind filling with swirling red and silver shimmers that pulse to the rhythm of the room. 

Queen finally holds out what she had been concealing under the bar. A shiny black device with pink buttons identical to the one Kelly had found in Tina's room. Kelly's eyes widen and she clutches her handbag, frantically feeling for the device inside. She feels the smooth screen on the back through her bag, then looks up to find Queen's eyes directly meeting hers from across the bar. 

Lana casually turns to Kelly as well, unfazed but rather amused by Tina having been put under so easily in such an unexpected time and place. They stand up from their seat at the bar, keeping eye contact with Kelly as they sidestep between her and Tina. 

“What's going on, Lana?!” Kelly asks them. 

Without missing a beat, they reply. “Nothing you've ever said no to.”

They turn to Tina’s limp body and they raise her arm like a puppeteer picking up the strings of a puppet. They pull the crop strapped to Tina's wrist off and put their own hand through the strap. They turn back to Kelly with a smirk of superiority, and then they look over Tina’s limp shoulder to Queen.

Kelly darts her eyes around, spinning in place, looking for anyone that can help, but the club music continues to hold the throng in a thumping collective trance, and nobody pays any mind to her.

“She is all yours, Your Majesty.” Lana says to Queen, lowering their head and sweeping the crop through the air in a bow, like a magician waving a wand at the end of a performance. Queen grips her device and taps a few buttons. 

Kelly, thinking she must do something to help her Mistress, starts to reach into her bag. She grasps the device and slowly begins to pull it from her bag, but she is interrupted by Lana giving a firm swat on the wrist with Tina's crop. 

“Wait your turn.” Lana tersely commands Kelly.

Kelly freezes in place, seemingly unable to disobey, even to help her Mistress.

In a slow and deliberate motion, Queen reaches across the bar and grabs Tina firmly by the chin, pulling her up and forward to enforce eye contact. With her other hand, she holds down a button on her device and speaks.

“CLustre Unit 0561, you will now activate. Disengage memory locks and initiate drone programming. Await transport. You will comply.”

Queen lets go of Tina’s chin, afterwards Tina immediately turns from the bar and stands, blank and expressionless and perfectly still. Kelly stumbles back, losing her balance and falling backward, but halfway to the floor of the club, she is caught by several pairs of hands, which guide her gently down to the floor. 

Dazzling lights dance all around Kelly as she tries to regain her composure. She looks up from where she sits, trying to make out the faces of those who caught her. But she finds no faces. Only several dark reflective visors of gas masks on rubber catsuit bodies looking over her. She reaches frantically around for her handbag, but can’t find it anywhere on the floor. Before she can yell for help, she sees one of the individuals holding out another one of the black devices. The device is pointed toward her, and as the masked person presses a set of buttons, the circular screen on the back turns on, projecting a bright silver and red spiral directly into Kelly’s eyes. 

She loses focus as the music in the club morphs into a deep droning hum, as though some sort of filter had been put over it. Her mind fills with unrecognizable robotic voices and an onslaught of commands and feedback, seemingly pouring in from every direction. The club lights flash and strobe red and silver as rubber bodies close in around Kelly and her mind tries in vain to keep up. The pulsing spiral swirls in her vision, and even when she tries to blink or squeeze her eyes shut to get away, she only ends up feeling more and more exhausted and unable to resist. 

She feels her body getting pulled effortlessly upward, and she is walked –or rather dragged– back through the crowd by several identical masked rubber bodies, toward the back of the club. The device is held in front of her the entire time, penetrating deep into her mind with waves of red and silver, proving to be so alluring and easy to watch that she finds herself unable to look away. With all her focus trapped in the spirals, she forgets how difficult it is to walk in her boots. She remembers how easy it is to do as she's told. She forgets to feel scared. She remembers to feel proud of her place. She forgets to pay attention to where she's being taken. She remembers to stand at attention in the reclamation room.