Perfect Slave by Becky Bell Page A

Angelis.’
    â€˜Good.’ The brunette was wearing a tight-fitting cat-suit made from a silky yellow material, with a low V-neck, against which her cleavage strained. It clung to the contours of her body like a second skin, the crotch so tight it had creased into the folds of her labia. Her high-heeled calf-length boots were brown leather.
    Laurie reached forward. The central link on the leather cuffs was attached to the metal ring in the wall by a small padlock. She fitted a key in the lock and allowed it to spring free.
    â€˜You may lower your arms.’
    Andrea did so. A thousand nerves tingled in protest at their confinement in the same position for so long. Her muscles spasmed, too.
    â€˜Put this on.’ She threw a black corset on to Andrea’s body. ‘And make it quick.’ She took hold of the leather cuff on her right wrist and unbuckled it.
    Andrea got to her feet. The corset was made from black lace and had a three-quarter cup bra. As she wrapped it around her body she realised it was as tight as the one she’d been made to wear in the car, and required the same sort of manoeuvres before it could be done up.
    Laurie took stockings and ankle boots from the bag. The stockings were sheer and black, the ankle boots black too, with a thin high heel.
    Andrea’s pulse was racing. Being dressed like this could surely only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master. As quickly as she could she rolled the stockings up her legs and clipped them into the suspenders, making sure the seam was straight. The suspenders needed adjusting to hold the stockings more tightly, pulling them into peaks on her thighs. She smoothed the nylon with the palms of her hands, eliminating every wrinkle.
    â€˜You seem to be learning,’ Laurie said when Andrea had finished.
    â€˜Thank you, Ms Angelis.’
    â€˜Now sit on the bed; I have to do your hair.’
    Laurie took a hairbrush and a set of hairpins from the bag, and artfully styled Andrea’s hair up into a French plait.
    â€˜Now stand again, and put your hands behind your back.’
    Andrea did as she was told, and the brunette re-fastened the leather cuff on her right wrist, then took out an identical pair from the bag. These she wrapped around Andrea’s arms just above the elbow, forcing her arms together, making her ease back her shoulders and stick out her chest.
    â€˜That’s much better.’
    â€˜Are you taking me to see the master?’ The question slipped out. Andrea was just too anxious to know.
    â€˜I’ve told you about speaking without permission,’ Laurie said at once.
    â€˜I’m sorry, Ms Angelis.’
    â€˜So you should be. Now bend over. Touch your forehead to the bed.’
    Andrea did as she was told immediately. She could feel Laurie’s eyes looking at her buttocks, the lips of her sex pursed between them.
    â€˜No, I think we’ll let the master punish you instead. Come on, follow me.’
    Oh God, she was going to see the master and the first thing Laurie was going to tell him was that she’d disobeyed again. She wanted to plead with her not to say anything, but that would only make matters worse. How could she have been so stupid?
    Laurie walked along the corridor and out into the covered pathway, with Andrea following behind. She still had no idea what time it was, but it was dark and there were stars sparkling in a moonless sky.
    In the house Laurie mounted the stairs. She paused outside the double doors to Hawksworth’s bedroom and inspected Andrea critically. She used a hand to shape her hair slightly, and wet a finger to remove a smudge of make-up from her cheek. Then she knocked on the door.
    â€˜Come in.’
    Laurie opened it, then took hold of Andrea’s arm and guided her into the room.
    â€˜Good evening,’ Hawksworth said. He was sitting in an oatmeal armchair by the window, the thick curtains drawn across it, his feet up on a matching