Chapter 1

Cassandra inspected the costumes the slaves would model for the party tonight. Her Halloween Ball was a tradition among the Owners, each thinking hard, trying to outdo each other with the best-costumed slave. She watched as her sluts lined up to put on their designated outfit.

"Nurse, over here. Schoolgirl, over here. Bondage slave, here." Jessica lined up each slave with her costume. She loved ordering the slaves she trained around. She smiled as she saw the prize costume for the night. "Imp, come over here." The other outfits had clothing; the Imp had a tail, horns and a pitchfork to go with the body paint.

Cassandra looked over at Alyssa. "Is the pen ready for the evening?"

Alyssa nodded. "Yes, Mistress. The preparations you ordered are ready."

Cassandra smiled. She knew that Alyssa had carried out her orders to the letter. She was so good at doing what she was told. She was even better at making others want to do what they were told. That made her valuable.

Each slave started putting on her costume for the night. They stripped efficiently out of their slave uniforms. This time, they had collars that matched their costumes lying on the bench, but Jessica would have to put them on. A slave could not even think of taking a collar off of anyone, but a Trainer could. Jessica started with the Imp.

click

The Imp trembled with the fear of not having a collar on.

click

She sighed and settled down. The painting slave started her work.

"Well, I need to check on the dinner preparations." Cassandra said. She walked out of the room, envisioning her Imp parading in front of the other Owners. She wondered if they would be able to keep their hands off long enough to finish the show. She walked into the kitchen with a smile. "Everything going well?"

The guests arrived with their usual flair, introduced by Jessica and Alyssa. Cassandra chatted with each as they came up the stairs, commenting on their sexy and submissive slaves. It whirled by as usual, and before she knew it, they were sitting down to dinner.

Cassandra came into the room pleased with the way things were progressing. She walked to the head of the table smiling and nodding at each of her guests as they patiently stood, waiting for her. When she rounded the corner, Jessica and Alyssa pulled back her chair for her. She removed her large cloak, handing it to Jessica, and grabbed her glass of wine. "A toast!" Everyone raised their own glass. "To the fine costumes here tonight. May the best win!" They chinked their glasses. "Hear hear!" They all sipped at their wine and sat back down as their slaves pushed the chairs in.

Claire, on Cassandra's right, turned to her and immediately started in on the gossip. "Did you hear about Alexandra?" Claire said excitedly. "Can you believe it?"

Cassandra nodded. "I had to change the seating order completely. I couldn't have Tatiana and Sarah next to each other. They'd start a catfight before we'd finished the soup."

"Oh yes, I'd heard a little about that." Melanie leaned over from Cassandra's left. "Taking the collar. What happened?"

"Well, the 'official' story is that she had gone a little soft and let one of her Trainers slowly gain control." Claire said. "But both she and that Trainer are collared now, and they're both in Tatiana's pen." She looked down the table towards Tatiana.

"Yes, that's what I'd heard too." said Melanie. "The Council investigated, didn't they?"

"Yes, we did." Cassandra said. "And all of the slaves in Alexandra's pen had seen her prancing around in slave costumes months before the Trainer did anything. There wasn't any evidence of tampering with her mind. No drugs or other methods we have were employed before Tatiana collared her. Alexandra was weak and soft long before that. She was getting off on displaying herself in those uniforms. She'd even let one of her slaves top her." She shuddered.

"WHAT?!?" Both Melanie and Claire were incredulous.

"No way."

"She didn't..."

"Yes, she did. And so the Council felt that what the Trainer did was warranted. We can't have Owners behaving that way. The slaves would begin to expect things. Tatiana came in and cleaned house, so to speak. The Trainer had to be collared to be keep her quiet."

"Oh my," said Claire.

"Can you imagine it? Wanting to give up control like that?" said Melanie. "Why would someone do that to themselves?"

"Some people like being out of control," said Cassandra. Her face showed her disdain. "alex I heard is a great slave now." She smiled. "Maybe you can try her later. Tatiana brought her and her old Trainer, christy."

The Owners started milling around after the costume competition, looking for their evening's entertainment among the selection now parading after their Mistresses. Several had already decided on their slave of choice and had headed downstairs with the sluts in tow. Jessica and Alyssa watched anxiously from the Trainer's table, waiting for Cassandra to head downstairs. Their eyes darted from Tatiana to Cassandra and back, hoping that what Tatiana had told them was true.

Tatiana finally made her move. They saw her stop Cassandra as she was passing by and start selling Tatiana's new little toy. Someone had alread chosen christy, but alex was available and trying to entice everyone. Cassandra was obviously interested but trying not to show it. She turned several times to point out others she liked to Tatiana, but always came back to looking alex up and down. Cassandra nodded at Tatiana, who nodded back. Cassandra led the new slave towards the dungeon.

Once she disappeared, Jessica and Alyssa followed their own instructions. They grabbed the training bags and walked out the double door to the entry hall and the stairway. Jessica and Alyssa walked up the stairs with their bags in hand. They were known as Trainers, and they had free reign of the house. The walked into Cassandra's bedroom with a purpose and none of the guards bothered them. They closed the door.

"Oh god, I didn't think I was going to get through that." Jessica said. "I'm still shaking I was so scared."

Alyssa laughed. "Yeah, me too. Come on, let's hurry."

They poured out the contents of their bags. Items tumbled on the bed in a heap as they shook the bags empty. Jessica grabbed a small wireless camera and stood on the bed. Alyssa picked up a small wireless microphone and speaker and moved to the crack between the headboard and the wall. Each pulled the wax paper off the sticky tape and secured the devices hidden in their proper places. Next they each grabbed a container, popped in a small hose and pushed them under the bed. They threaded the hoses up between the bed and the wall.

"Done," said Jessica.

"Yeah, that was quick." Alyssa was breathing a little fast. She looked tense.

"Oh my god, Alyssa, what did we just do?" Jessica looked over at her friend.

"We're making ourselves Owners, that's what." Alyssa said excitedly. She reached for her friend, her lover, and gave her a big kiss. "What are you going to do with your first slave?"

"Let me show you." Jessica replied, and kissed her friend back. She pulled Alyssa to the ground.

Cassandra led her choice down the corridor into a private dungeon room. Tatiana's description of this new slave's skills ran around her head in excited little thrills as she opened the door to the well-equipped cell. She couldn't believe her luck! She was sure that alex would've been taken immediately. The novelty of dominating this once former Owner and colleague had her dripping with anticipation. She turned on the dim light and tossed the slave towards the table that dominated the room. She unzipped the back of her dress and stepped out of it towards the trembling woman, leering greedily at her spoils. The former owner looked so vulnerable in the slave witch outfit.

"Scared, are we?" she said. "You should be. I'm feeling cruel tonight. You need to be taught a lesson." She leaned in, smelling for the fear she knew would be there, that she longed for.

Raspberries?

She grabbed the new slave's wrists and forced them behind the slave's body. Her nose was brushing the trembling woman's; she could smell the slave's breath. There was still the faint smell of fruit. Intriguing. Was it mouthwash? Body spray? She forced a kiss on the woman to find out if her mouth was the source. The slut knew her place and kissed back quickly. Cassandra knew that the former Owner would be getting off on this. She forced her tongue inside the submissive mouth of her chosen for the night, but she found no sign of the fruity delight that now occupied her mind. She pushed with her body and the slave stumbled into the table. "I don't know why you did it, alex. You had so much and you gave it up. It will be fun showing you just how much you lost," Cassandra said. She stalked her way around the slave to the top of the table and reached for the throat of her toy. Cassandra lingered a second, looking again at the collar. "alex" was embossed on the velvet strap in small gold letters. It chilled her for a minute to think of what this woman was and what she'd become. What Cassandra herself never wanted to become. She pulled hard on the slave's throat.

thump

Her toy dropped flat on the table. Cassandra leaned over the former Owner, rubbing her hand along the sides of the slut's face. "Do you know what I enjoy about owning someone?" she said. She could smell the raspberries again. "I like watching someone lose control of their desires. I like watching someone give in when they know they shouldn't, when they are fighting against it." She kissed the bauble's chin. Raspberries. Must be a body spray. "Do you know what's going to happen to you? You're going to give in tonight. Give in to everything I tell you to do. Do you know why?" She licked along the slave's neck. More raspberries. It tasted delicious. "Because it's going to feel soooo gooood..." She raised herself up and drank in the submissive beauty. She licked her lips. "Soooo gooooood..."

Wait. That wasn't what I meant to say.

The slave raised herself up and kissed gently on the Owner's throat. "Soooo gooood..." the slut repeated. She lightly licked up to her mistress's ear. Cassandra could feel her skin prickle under the soft tongue. Little electric sparks ran up and down her neck. She could smell the raspberries again, and couldn't resist kissing that delicious skin. The slut reached behind Cassandra's head and pulled the Owner into her throat. Cassandra obliged with a long, twirling lick and an indulgent, sucking kiss. More raspberries.

Cassandra stopped and pulled back suddenly, feeling a little light-headed. Something felt wrong here. She put out her hands to steady herself. Her heart raced and her breathing was quick. She could feel her cunt juicing, ready to use this little slut for her pleasure, ready to teach her a lesson. That thought made her pussy spasm. Teach. She wanted to abuse this girl before her more than she'd wanted anyone in years. Her gut burned with desire and her pussy was melting her reason with insistent longing, but she still knew something wasn't right. She took a step back from the table.

The former owner sat up and turned to her. She looked forlorn, pleading, needful...

"No, no..." Cassandra stammered. She took another step back.

The new slave slid off the table and looked directly at Cassandra. She snaked towards her mistress, her hips sensuously swaying back and forth, dripping hot, mind-melting lust. Cassandra stared openly and longingly at the slave. Her pussy was quickly overpowering her will with desire. Oh, I want that, she thought. The slut kept staring at her Mistress, moving closer and reaching with one hand to grab Cassandra by the neck. The slave cocked her head and leaned full force into an open-mouth kiss.