Once upon a time there lived a young girl who had known nothing but slavery her entire life. She dreamed of finding a way out. She lived under the control of a cruel mistress as well as the mistress' two  daughters who were just as mean to her. Every night she would be tied to her bed, gagged and blindfolded while during the days she would clean the mansion top to bottom. The young girl lived in a world of bondage and slavery and all she wanted was a way  out of it.


“Wake up, you worthless waste of space! Time to clean!”

The young girl felt the metal shackles around her wrists and ankles being released and the chains that were  wrapped around her body loosen and fall to the floor in a heap. She then felt the blindfold lifted off her face; it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to what little light there was in the room already.

She had been forced to sleep in the house's  basement with the already small windows covered letting almost no light in at all. The young girl could make out the face of one of the mistress' daughters, though she couldn’t tell which one it was. She felt both her arms pulled forward and a set of metal shackles were again placed around her wrists and then a chain was attached to the collar she was forced to wear permanently. She felt a strong tug on it as she was forced to her feet and upstairs to a small room where a small table and chair were set out.

“There’s bread and soup. I expect you to have eaten by the time I get back.”

The young girl sat down and felt her legs tied to the chair to make sure she didn’t go anywhere or try to escape. The gag was removed and placed on the table, which was followed by the sound of a door closing and footsteps going down a hallway. The young girl started to eat, but before long she would be forced to be working hard cleaning the house and fixing dresses. Not that she didn’t mind fixing the dresses; every so often she’d get to actually try one on.

A short time had passed as she finished her meal and heard the door open. A leather covered arm appeared next to her and picked the gag up then forced it back into the young girl's mouth and buckled shut, followed by the sound of a small lock clicking shut. The young girl knew that it was the mistress herself as the hand again came into view and grabbed her wrist shackles by the chain and held them up for a moment.

“You’re pathetically weak. Makes me wonder why we bother to keep you at all, however you do seem to somehow get the work done. Even if it is just past our standards. Very well let's get you to work shall we.”

She felt as the ropes holding her to the chair were loosened and removed and then as the chain on her shackles were grabbed again. She fell  to the floor and was dragged through the hallways, which wasn’t difficult for anyone considering she was very small frame-wise. She was almost literally dragged up several flights of stairs until they finally stopped at the attic.  The young girl was forced to stand up as the chain attached to her collar was then locked to a hook in the attic ceiling.

“I want this place spotless and clean in the next two hours, then you will  start on the rest of the house. Get to work”

Her voice was cold and hateful and on occasion made the young girl flinch. The attic door slammed shut as the mistress left the room.

Unable to talk or hum because of the gag, the young girl began to clean silently, dusting, moving boxes and making more space for whatever other junk they made her put up there. Due to the chain locked onto her collar she couldn’t move freely around the attic but she had enough lead  to do what she needed to be doing.

After an hour of work, she came across a cloth-covered object that was taller and bigger than she was. The young girl looked at it for a moment then removed the cloth; behind it there was a large mirror like the kind one would use to see herself  fully in a dress. The young girl stood in front of it for a few moments looking at herself.

Her blond hair was messy and dirty, her cloths were also dirty and ragged looking on her thin but tall frame. Had she not been wearing the gag, collar and shackles she would have been deciding what kind of dress to make for herself.  She smiled a gagged smile then went back to cleaning up the boxes and dusting as she thought of a better life. After a few moments she heard a knocking on the mansion's front door. It wasn’t too hard to hear through the vents and windows, so she heard the door open and the voice of a young man.

“Madam… you and your daughters have been invited to the local dance tonight at Sir Master's place. It is a dark theme as always. Good day, Madam.”

She heard the door close, a set of feet coming up the stairs towards the attic and suddenly the voice of one of the Mistress' daughters as the attic door burst open.

“You there! You have dresses to fix up for us. Let's go!”

The chain was unlocked and taken off the hook and the young girl was forcefully led  to another room in the house, where a series of dresses were already laid out with all the proper materials to fix them the way the sisters and mistress wanted them to be. She heard the click of a lock and realized her collar had yet again been chained to the ceiling of the room. The young girl felt two hands grab her shoulders and force her into a chair where a series of straps were, then as those straps tightened around her chest and thigh areas before being locked in place as were her legs secured to the chair.

“You're not leaving here until those dresses are nice and fixed up. So get to work!”

Again she heard the door slam shut and footsteps heading away.  The young girl never minded doing this job as she was able to work with some beautiful dresses, some leather, some PVC and even a little silk once in awhile when the situation called for a more vanilla setting.

It took her a good portion of the day, but she had managed to finish the dresses to their specifications. They were leather dresses, making them somewhat difficult to work with, but she managed it and not a moment too soon. The mistress came into the room and looked at the dresses then at the young girl.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to eat something now? Very well I’ll be right back.”

The mistress picked up the dresses and walked out of the room, only to return a few minutes later to release the young girl and take her to the small room with the table where she was allowed to eat. Again, as it had happened earlier in the day, her legs were fastened to the chair and her gag removed as a bowl of cold soup was placed in front of her. She looked at the mistress who glared back.

“We’re heading out tonight. You have free run of your room and this room, but make no mistake, those shackles aren’t coming off and you’ll be working extra hard tomorrow. We’ll be home late, but don’t think that’s an excuse to do anything.”

And with that the mistress turned around and left the room locking the door behind her. The young girl looked at the soup then at the door. She really wanted to go to this dance. She had never been to one before.

She sighed as she grabbed the collar with one hand and felt it sitting there around her neck. She wouldn’t mind it so much if it were nicer and at least more comfortable. While she was thinking to herself she didn’t notice the person sitting on the other end of the table. She couldn’t be much older then the young girl.

She was wearing a pair of black PVC buckle boots, a black PVC short skirt, a black PVC top with vibrant pink sleeves and finally a black leather headband holding her blond hair back and up. This new person had just finished applying a new layer of pink lipstick. The whole time the young girl was staring at the floor unaware of this new girl's appearance who was now leaning over to the young girl, her head resting on her hands.

“…Boo”

Startled the young girl quickly looked up, saw this new girl and jumped as far out of the chair as possible, which was to say, it fell over with her in it. The young girl tried to look up at this person who had just scared her half to death, though all she could see was the table and ceiling until a head popped over the side of the table and looked down at her.

“You know last time I checked chairs were meant to be sat in while in the upright position… not too sure what you’re doing there, but it can’t be that comfortable. Here let me help you up.”

Her boots made a small thud as she jumped off the table and walked over to where the young girl was. Setting her and the chair upright again she untied the leg restraints and picked the locks on the shackles. The young girl looked at her up and down for a moment, totally bewildered by this new person who had somehow broken into the house.

“Wh- who are you?”

She stammered. It wasn’t often she was able or even allowed to speak. She was gagged almost all the time except for when she was allowed to eat and even then she was by herself. The new girl looked at her funny for a moment before moving over to her side and placing an arm around her shoulders.

“See I’m more of what some might call a fairy god sister.”

“…You mean mother?”

“Girl, don’t make me put the gag back on. Do I look old enough to be a mother?  Trust me I’m more of a sister. Besides I understand you want to go to this little dance thingy, am I right? Well I’m here to make it happen.”

“Oh no, I can’t leave. The mistress would kill me or make me work three times harder to make up for it.”

“Relax! They’ll be gone longer than you will, so here’s the deal. I’ll get you to the ball with a smashing look that screams 'I’m available screw me' and you promise to be back here before midnight or else. Got that?”

The young girl couldn’t believe what she was being offered. She was sure she was dreaming; just to make sure she pinched herself. She was definitely awake this was no dream.

“What? Don’t think I’m serious? How bout I slap you a few times just to make sure you’re awake? By the way, you can call me Dommie now let's see what we have to work with here.”

Dommie started to walk circles around the young girl, every so often groping a limb or other part. The young girl was starting to feel slightly insecure and awkward with Dommie seemingly inspecting her entire body . At one point she was half expecting a full-body cavity search to begin, but it never did. Instead, Dommie stepped back and then eyed the young girl up and down for a moment then snapped her fingers.

“I got it! One sec.”

The young girl wondered what she was going to do but while she was thinking the side of her face suddenly started to sting since Dommie had just slapped it. The young girl stumbled backwards for a moment while rubbing the side of her face with her eyes closed.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Oh, you know. I thought I’d just slap the ugly out of you. Take a look.”

The young girl took her hand away and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was it was slightly harder to breath and her hand had a black PVC glove on it. In fact both hands did. She looked down at herself to see what else had changed .

Everything on her body  was PVC. Her dress was buckled and cinched tight onto her to bring her breasts out. The dress was black and had thick straps to hold it up aside from the many straps across the chest that were cinched closed. She also noticed that she was clean, including her hair, which was held back by a black PVC headband.

The young girl smiled to herself and at her new dress. She also looked down at her feet, which were now clad in  a pair of Black buckle-up PVC platform boots. The young girl looked herself over and then remembered the shackles and collar. The shackles were missing, but the collar had been replaced by another.  It was a beautiful black leather buckled collar with a single bell hanging off the front.

“It’s beautiful…”

“Yeah, I know it is. Wait 'til you see what else I have for you. Now I happened to see three cats outside… should do nicely and I’ll need… this.”

She picked up a small mouse cage and looked it over for a minute before smiling at the young girl and then walking over to the door that was locked. Dommie tried the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge, yet she just smiled at it then kicked the door. A small click could be heard as the door swung open.

“Magical boots. Never leave home without them. Come on, let's get going, got one more thing to give yah.”

Dommie proceeded to walk out of the house as the young girl followed. As she stepped outside, she saw Dommie hugging three cats, which she then threw away from her. To the young girl's surprise in mid-flight the three cats turned into people. Two of them were in full black PVC body suits and had what looked like horse gear harnesses and bite gags. And out of the hoods on the two, a small tuff of red hair was visible on one and a green tuff coming from the other. The third cat turned into yet another woman, though she was different than the other two. This young woman was slightly shorter than the others and had a delicate frame. Her hair was that of a dirty blond colour. Her dress was also like the others'; made from PVC, it consisted of a topcoat that was tight, buttoned and buckled shut. She also wore a black mini-skirt of the same material with knee-high boots; her gloves were fingerless and in her one hand she held a small horsewhip.

The woman walked around the two pony-girls and stopped at the one with the red hair, gently rubbing her shoulders and gently groping her breasts for a moment while hugging her before moving on. Dommie smiled at her for a moment, then kicked the small mouse cage; like the three cats, while in mid-air it somehow turned into a large cage on wheels with a chair in the middle of it that had dozens of straps on it. The young girl looked at it for a moment while the other lady had started hooking up the cage to the two pony-girls. Dommie smiled.

“The two pony-girls are Sky and Ilean. They’ll be the ones doing the moving for you and this lovely lady here is Amanda Bloodhart, though I call her Lady Bloodhart.”

The young girl watched as Lady Bloodhart finished up hooking the cage to the other two young girls, then as she approached Dommie and her. She looked at the girl for a moment then stood in front of her and, with her fingers, jingled the bell on the girl's collar. The young girl felt a little uneasy and backed into the wall a foot or two behind her as Lady Bloodhart stepped in closer and gently kissed her neck. The young girl was taken by surprise as the lady then pressed herself against her and passionately kissed her right on the mouth. The young girl's eyes opened wide for a moment then closed as she then returned the Lady's embrace. After a few moments the embrace was broken and again Lady Bloodhart jingled the bell on the young girl's collar before she walked over to the cage and opened the door, inviting the young girl to sit down.

The girl looked at the cage for a moment before deciding the night wasn’t going to get much weirder than  it had just been a moment ago. She climbed into the cage followed by Bloodhart, who then placed her in the chair and strapped her arms, legs, shoulders, and neck and chest in. She then placed a black gag into the young girl's mouth and buckled it shut before stepping out of the cage and locking it.

The young girl sat there looking around in her dress since aside from mumbling into the gag and looking around there wasn’t too much else she could do. She watched as Lady Bloodhart got onto a small bench at the front of the cage and prepared to get it moving. Dommie walked up to the cage and looked at the young girl.

“Hot damn, you look sexy. Now remember, be back here before midnight and shit doesn’t hit the fan got that? Now go have fun.”

The young girl gave a gagged smile as the cage started to move away towards the dance that was to take place that night . The two girls jogged slightly as the whip snapped at them every once in awhile. The young girl was simply able to look at the scenery around her and at the people who would occasionally glance at her strapped into the chair sitting in the cage.

After what seemed like an a short time they pulled in front of yet another large mansion, when the cage came to a complete stop Lady Bloodhart stepped down from her seat and opened the cage. She removed the gag, then undid the thick leather straps holding the girl in place and helped her up and out of the cage. Before she let the young girl go, she gave her one last kiss on the neck and then a small pat on the tush as the young girl made her way into the mansion  where the dance was.

When she arrived at the ballroom, she looked around and saw dozens upon dozens of people all dressed in their finest and sexiest dresses. She looked about to see who all was alone, but there wasn’t a person in sight, male or female, though she did see the mistress and her daughters. The young girl quickly covered her appearance by moving into the crowd; as she weaved in and out in a seemingly effortless way, she eventually bumped into a young man. She fell to the ground and looked up at the man, who was now quickly offering his hand to help her up. She graciously accepted it as she stood up again. His eyes pierced hers as he started to dance with her.

“I am Sir Master, the host of this party and you… you are a vision of beauty and exquisite sexy taste. I have never seen anyone in my life the likes off you. Just other stuck up people in this room.”

The young girl blushed as she went to go step back from him, though for every step back she took he’d step in closer and gently kiss her on the neck. Every time he’d do so she’d blush a bit and gently kiss him back.

“Shall we go somewhere a little more… private?”

She smiled at his request and nodded eagerly as he led her out of the room and into a private bedroom, where he laid her out on the bed and then climbed on top of her. They started passionately kissing each other as he slowly felt her up. His hand had started to slowly make its way up her leg while the other was gently massaging her back.

The young girl was thoroughly enjoying herself so much that she had lost track of time; the intimacy between the two of them had grown. Her boots were off as the young man had started to undo the cinched buckled straps on her chest. She opened her eyes for a single moment and saw the clock on the wall. It read eleven forty five.

“Shit, I’m late!”

She had practically thrown him off her as she jumped out of the bed and scrambled to grab her boots as she ran out the door and down the stairs as he quickly followed her. She saw as she ran down the steps of the front of the house that Lady Bloodhart already had the cage door open and that she was waiting for the young girl to get in and sit down, which she did. She didn't notice that she'd dropped  one of the boots while she ran down the stairs. Within a minute, she was strapped back in and the gag had been placed back on. The young girl looked over at the young man who had just stepped outside of the house and was coming down the steps. He picked up the boot and shouted at her.

“What is your name?”

Unable to speak she simply looked at him with pouty eyes as the cage started to move away from the mansion. He ran after it for a few moments before realizing that even if he did follow it he would not reach her so instead he simply shouted one more thing.

“I shall find you again!”

Just before they turned the corner she saw him stop and look at the boot. Somehow she doubted she would see him again. As the cage wheeled its way back to the house, she heard the city clock start its twelve strokes of midnight. She knew she wouldn’t make it back in time and wondered what was going to happen if this cage reverted back to normal with her still inside it.

What did in fact happen though was that there was simply a cloud of white dust as she found herself landing face first in a puddle. She looked up and saw the three cats running away and the mouse cage sitting in front of her. Standing up she picked up the cage and realized she was back in her rags. Fearing that her mistress would get home before her, she ran the rest of the way there, upon reaching the front door, she saw Dommie standing there.

“You’re late… though you’re here and alive so that’s good I guess. Come on lets get you back inside and tucked away so that bitch and her bitches don’t know you were missing.”

The young girl nodded and followed Dommie back to the small room where the bowl of soup was still sitting. The young girl sat down in the chair as Dommie put the leg restraints back on and then the shackles. Dommie smiled at her.

“Well kid, this is where I get off for now. I’ll see you around, kid. Maybe sooner than you think.”

The young girl smiled at her as Dommie left through the door closing it and locking it behind her. The girl picked up her spoon and began eating her cold soup; she new that Sir Master wasn’t going to find her again so she simply waited for the mistress to come home.

An hour later, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Suddenly the door burst open and the mistress walked in, without saying a word she undid the leg restraints and grabbed the shackles by the chain. The girl was then dragged back into the basement where she was chained and shackled back into the bed. The gag and blindfold back in place, she heard yet again footsteps heading away from her leaving her in complete silence and darkness. The young girl struggled slightly in the chains holding her in place before finally drifting off to sleep.

“Time to work you wretched useless slave. Wake up!”

As it had happened day after day, the chains were released and her blindfold removed as she was dragged upstairs for a small meal. As normal, her gag was removed for these times only, and when she finished it was placed back on. She was then dragged into the house's living room. It wasn’t often she worked out in the more visible areas of the house and it was one of the few times she wasn’t chained to the room either, though she still wore the collar. That was never going to come off unless the mistress said so. She was being forced to clean the living room when suddenly the doorbell rang, sounding throughout the house. The young girl heard the door open and the mistress speak.

“I suppose you’ve come to offer your hand to one of my daughters. Very well make it…”

She heard the mistress get cut off by a man's voice.

“Perhaps, but I will not know unless I try this boot on them to see if it fits. Bring everyone to this room who is female immediately and that includes servants.”

“Very well. But I can tell you there is no way my servant was there. She doesn’t leave the house ever.”

“I still want to see her, bring her forward now!”

The house went silent for a few moments and then the living room door opened before the mistress walked in. She walked right up to the young girl and grabbed the D-ring on the collar, forcing her into the front foyer of the house where she saw Sir Master standing there holding a single black PVC buckle boot. He had clearly already tried it on both the daughters and clearly it hadn’t fit. The young girl entered the room with her head hanging low. The young man approached her and raised her head with his hand, she smiled slightly at him through her gag and he smiled back.

“I’d know that smile anywhere. Allow me.”

He knelt down and slipped the boot onto her and did it up; it fit perfectly. He stood up and looked at her for a moment before smiling though the mistress hated this; she stood between the two rather quickly.

“I will not tolerate this! She was not there! I know that because she was locked in a room the entire night.”

The mistress jumped suddenly and nearly fell to one side. Before anyone knew what had happened Dommie had somehow appeared in the room with a giant grin on her face.

“Shut up, you wrinkled bitch and I know your daughters won’t have any objection to this, isn’t that right?”

Dommie looked over at the two daughters who now had their hands restrained behind their backs and gags in their mouths. The young girl had to put a shackled hand over her mouth to stop what little laugher could be seen through her own gag.

“And now to fix that.”

Dommie looked over at the young girl and as before slapped her in the side of the face. Before the blink of an eye, she was back to wearing the dress she had been wearing the night before and as before the shackles and gag had disappeared. The young girl smiled and moved over to Sir Master's side and smiled at Dommie who then looked back at the two.

“Now listen up. You’re going to marry her and live happily ever after and all that lovely bullshit and if you don’t I’ll come back and dom your ass got it?”

The young man nodded at her and escorted the young girl out of the house and to his personal carriage where they drove off into the distance. Dommie who was still there looked at the mistress and her daughters with a wicked grin on her face still.

“Now as for you three… I like this house and I’ll need some servants to take care of it for me. You start tomorrow. Now off to the basement you go. I’ll be down there in a little bit to lock you all in 'til the morning. This is going to be fun.”

She grinned a little at the three who were trudging  off towards the basement all with gags and shackles.

“Who said a fairy god sister couldn’t get what she wanted, right?”