As Lana escorts Kelly out, with Tina’s four rubber legs waddling and stumbling in a hurry to keep her leash slack, the masses of the crowd and its many shining bodies file out of the now quiet club. Many dazed and disoriented minds are led by other more capable and dominant ones. The many pairs and groups of crafted and remade and revitalized patrons leave up the club’s entrance hall and out into the parking lot to head home, with no doubt to inevitably return when the Hive Queen wills it, in one fashion or another. 

Lana stops for a moment at the stairs before the hall, turning to Kelly.

“I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself,”

They say with a warm smile.

“You certainly satisfied Her Majesty with your presence.”

Kelly smiles and turns to Tina, taking a knee beside her new pet property, gently stroking her hair.

“Her Majesty isn’t the only one satisfied with this… unexpected occasion.”

“Well, I’d be happy to invite you back soon. Say, in a couple weeks from now?”

Lana folds their hands behind their back and raises their chin and brow with a smirking superiority, mimicking Administrator Lambda. Kelly looks up from the floor beside Tina, matching the smug countenance.

“That’d be wonderful… Could I get your phone number, Mx. Lana?”

After a moment, Lana chuckles softly.

“I knew you’d say that. But there's no need. You already have my phone number. I gave it to you both years ago.”

Tina and Kelly both tilt their heads in unison. Kelly stutters.

“Y-y0u... huh? Years?”

“Oh yes. I've known you both a very long time, even before Her Majesty employed me. When I brought you here for the first time, she assigned me a very special role: making sure you two were regulars to Club Lustre.”

They lean down and forward, whispering to the two of them.

“And so far, Administrator Lambda hasn’t failed.”

They wink and turn to leave. As they climb the stairs, they give a small upside-down wave behind their back, then disappear into the entrance hallway.

Kelly giggles softly, blushing as she watches Lana leave. She stands, and gives a tug on Tina’s leash.

“Come along, my pet.”

Tina slowly clambers up the short set of steps with Kelly’s guidance, and they wind their way up through the curvature of the empty entrance hall. The soft candlelight of the hall tingles the back of Kelly’s mind where Unit 1184 hides, for a moment feeling the weightlessness of her lack of control as she marched through those dim halls below. 

As they reach the final curve of the entrance hall, they see the bouncer that first greeted them waiting ahead.

“Ladies.”

He nods to them kindly as they pass him and step outside into the lot.

The dim light of dawn and the cool, fresh air greets them as Kelly walks Tina to the car.

“May I give you a hand?”

The bouncer approaches behind Tina as Kelly opens the rear door of the vehicle. Kelly sweeps her hands horizontally to the open door.

“By all means!”

Tina’s eyes widen as the man lifts her effortlessly up into the rear seat, plopping her on her back legs and assisting in buckling her. Tina blushes in her helplessness and whimpers meekly.

“Thank you…”

“Of course! Now, then.”

He shuts the car door and turns to Kelly.

“I was right, y’know.”

“Hm?”

“Her Majesty was pleased to have you back.”

He chuckles and reaches into his back pocket.

“Could you hold out your hand for me, please?” 

Kelly humors him and holds her hand open in front of her. He pulls out a memory locket and sets it into her hand before closing her fingers around it. He pats her on the shoulder and smiles.

“Administrator Lambda wanted me to give this to you. They said they’re gonna want it back, so make sure you come again soon. They'll be in touch, I'm sure.” 

He turns slowly and walks away, back toward Club Lustre.

“Have a good night.”

He calls out behind him as he shuts the door to the deceptively mundane building.

Kelly pauses, standing motionless as she stares at the smooth onyx surface of the locket in her palm. She lifts it to her chest and taps it with her index finger in measured contemplation. She turns to face the club, giving it a long final look before dropping the memory locket into her handbag and climbing into the driver’s seat. She adjusts the rear view mirror and starts the drive back home with a perfectly precise navigation. 

As Kelly and her new pet arrive back home and enter the master bedroom, she takes off her coat and tosses it to the floor before leaping into the bed. Tina clambers up and flops beside her, nestling her head into Kelly’s abdomen and closing her eyes. After a long silence, Kelly moves onto her side and pulls Tina into her. She stares at her handbag sitting on the bedside table.

Kelly whispers into the back of Tina’s head.

“You’re mine, pet.”

Tina whimpers softly, and nestles further into Kelly.

“Yes, Mistress Kelly.”

Kelly caresses Tina along her side for a moment, before suddenly sliding backward, away from Tina and off of the bed. Tina’s eyes spring open and she cranes her head around the room before seeing Kelly in front of her, opening her handbag.

“Mistress? What is it? Is there something wro-”

Before she can finish, vibrant waves of silver and red dance and swirl in her eyes, pulsing inward then pushing outward, their light reflecting and softly diffusing off of the bed and into the room’s walls.

“Mistress… Kelly…”

Tina stares into the circular screen of the memory locket, drool pooling onto the bed under her head as her mind is hacked and her memories are wiped. Kelly breathes heavily, staring into Tina’s dazed and wandering eyes.

“You’re mine… pet. You always have been mine.”

Tina nods, her eyelids sagging as she slowly squirms in her bitchsuit.

“Always… yours… Mistress Kelly…”

“It’s never been any different, my pet. We won’t remember it being any different. You have always been mine.”

Tina’s eyes slowly roll back into her head, red and silver spirals dancing around the inside of her eyelids and flooding her mind as she falls deep into a mindless trance.

“Yes… Mistress Kelly.”

Kelly squeezes her eyes shut and takes a long, deep breath. She holds the locket in both hands, and whispers to herself. 

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

She spins the locket in her hands, pointing the screen into her own eyes. As the spirals sweep into her vision, her legs heave inward, her knees instantly going weak. A gentle thumping and the mindless chatter of drones fills her mind and pushes out everything else. Her breath catches, and her head quivers. She nods obediently, accepting her reprogramming, just as she always has. Her lips lift slowly into a comforted smile in the knowledge that the mindless pet beside her has always been just that, and that her place is above that pet, to train and perfect it, until Her Majesty pulls them both down again. 

As the red and silver swirls wash away Kelly’s memories of the night, the final winks of energy fade from her body and she falls into bed, taking her place beside her sleeping pet. The locket rolls off of her limp palms and onto the floor, closing and turning off, bathing Tina and her Mistress in darkness cut through only by a film of morning light leaking through the window.

In life, balance is important in everything. But this morning, the only balance Tina is worried about is keeping her balance on the four rubber legs of her bitchsuit she was locked into by her Mistress, Kelly. 

Kelly and Tina have been friends for many years, but just a couple months ago, after an otherwise boring night out to a forgettable nightclub, the pair found themselves in a passionate and kinky closeness seemingly out of nowhere that gave their relationship a brand new dynamic. Kelly has been training Tina ever since, crafting her into an obedient and loyal pet to suit Kelly's kinky desires. 

The fear of falling over as her superior trains her to walk on all fours compounds itself as Tina waddles weakly in the shiny bitchsuit that provides a constant reminder of her subservience. Her exposed back and butt wobbles as she stumbles and catches herself on the side of the bed, offering the morning sunlight a chance to reflect off of the steel chastity belt locked to her.

“Mistress Kelly?”

Tina’s Mistress, holding her by a long leather leash, sits on the side of the bed watching her practice walking circles on the floor.

“What is it, my pet?”

“How much training am I gonna need?”

Kelly rolls her eyes and leans forward, the morning light behind her body casting a shadow over Tina's.

“As much as it takes to get you used to the bitchsuit. Of course, even if you don’t, there's always the ballet boots.”