A day out

 

Sarah waited nervously on the platform.  The train was due in in 5 minutes time.  She almost turned round and ran as the seconds ticked down on the old British Rail digital clock.  What was she doing here?  It seemed such a good idea at the time, but then a few glasses of wine may have had something to do with that.  She had met Joanne, no let's be clear, mistress Joanne on the Internet about 2 months before.  They had talked and got on well, at least as well as you can just typing back and forth.  From the start Joanne had been open about her likes and sexual preferences – indeed it was on her profile, and Sarah ... well Sarah was intrigued.  Online had moved to the phone and after a few weeks of talking Jo had suggested a meeting.

 

So here Sarah was on a rainy October afternoon waiting for the train that would bring Joanne.  Quite frankly Sarah was terrified, but something stopped her from running.  What was it?  I little tingle of excitement in the pit of her stomach and, let's face it, a little lower as well.

 

The train arrived at last.  An agonizing wait as it was delayed for several minutes just outside the station.  It pulled to a stop and the doors opened.  Passengers disembarked and Sarah scanned up and down the platform looking for Joanne.  As first she couldn't see anyone that remotely looked like the woman who's picture she had, but just as she was feeling a sense of relief that Jo hadn't come after all, a tall woman with a black holdall stepped from the far end of the train.  This was Mistress Joanne without a doubt – you could see it in the confident way that she walked.  Black leather jeans and a black long sleeved top, with coat and bag slung carelessly over her shoulder.

 

Joanne approached Sarah and smiled.  “Sarah right?” “Yes”, Sarah almost stammered.  Long, lingering looks swept up and down Sarah's body and she could almost feel herself being examined in every detail.  She felt dowdy and unattractive in her jeans and baggy sweater, but Jo just nodded.  “You have your car?” “It's in the 20 minute waiting area.” “Good, typical English weather.”

 

They made it to the car; it was only a quick dash through the rain.  Sarah almost couldn't concentrate on reversing out of the parking place with Joanne sitting beside her.  “Wh..where are we going?” “Into the town centre seems good – Is there a multistory next to a shopping centre?” Sarah, nodded and concentrated on the light, early afternoon traffic.

 

Within 10 minutes Sarah was locking the doors to her car and they both made their way to the lifts and the shopping level.  “Two girls shopping – what fun!” Jo smiled down at Sarah as they exited the lift.  Joanne went straight to the plan of the centre and after consulting the index took Sarah by the arm “Come on, this looks promising.”

 

They passed one of the bigger chains, where Sarah normally got much of her clothes.  Jeans, safe, sensible tops and shoes and business suits and stopped before a small boutique with pounding music coming from inside.  “Isn't this rather young for us?” Sarah quivered.  “nonsense, come along!”

 

“Can I help yer?” said a short girl with baggy jeans and a top with a hood.  She also sported cropped purple hair and a nose stud.  “Just looking”, smiled Jo.  “where are your tops and skirts?”  The girl waved vaguely towards the rear of the shop and Jo pushed a shaking Sarah back into the dark, noisy interior.  Jo looked her up and down again.  “What size are you ... a 10?”  Sarah nodded.  A low cut, short top was pushed at her.  “try that ... and this as well.” another followed.  Sarah stood looking round like a frighted rabbit.  How had she got in to such a state?  Jo pointed and Sarah saw the changing room sign in the corner.  Obediently Sarah almost ran in to the cubical and it wasn't until she was in there that she looked at what she had been given.  Both the tops were small, not only were they low cut but short as well, cropped so that the bottom would barely cover her belly button.  “I .. I can't wear this!” she stammered.  “Yes you can! Try them on now!”

 

ReluctantlySarah pulled off her baggy jumper and pulled on the first of the tops, it was a pale green.  A nice colour but far too small.  She tried to push herself into it but her bra still showed above the low cut.  “Hurry up!  I can't wait all day!”  Joanne sounded impatient.  Sarah emerged feeling undressed and Jo looked at her.  “hmmmm yes, that will do.  Although you will need a low cut bra – we can sort that later.  Try the blue one.”  Sarah hurriedly pulled the curtain closed and changed.  It was deep blue with sparkly bits, but just as skimpy.  Jo pulled back the curtain.  “Yes, I like that one, but we will have both.  Change back, we are going there are no suitable skirts here.”

 

After paying the bored purple haired girl Joanne swiftly walked out with a subdued Sarah in tow.  The next store was more mainstream, but not where Sarah would usually go.  Jo asked her bra size and picked out a bra from the shelves and then went down the racks of skirts.  She picked out three and led Sarah to the changing rooms.  These were larger than the last shop with curtained areas off a  more private room.  Jo found one free handed the items to Sarah, along with the blue top and just pointed.  Sarah entered meekly.  The bra was black and not only low cut but push up as well. Sarah sighed and undressed down to her panties.  She put on the bra.  It felt very strange, nothing like her usual support and it did push her up more and wasn't uncomfortable.  She looked at herself in the mirror tightening her belly.  She did look pretty good in it, even though she would never wear anything so low cut.

 

“Get a move on!” Jo didn't sound pleased.  Sarah quickly pulled on the dark blue top and selected a black skirt from the three that Jo had given her.  It was so short!  But then so were they all.  She pulled down at the hem hoping it would get longer but hearing Jo's impatient mutterings decided she couldn't do any more and pulled back the curtain. “Mmmm, step out and turn around so that I can see.”  Meekly, Sarah did so.  “Yes, that works well, try the green one ... yes I know that lime green really doesn't go with that top but try it anyway.”  Sarah went back to change into the green.  It was just as short and she pulled and tugged before so could open the curtain.  “Yes, ok ... It fits” Jo commented.  “The pink now!”  obediently, Sarah slipped on the pink skirt it was shocking, literally, and even shorter than the others.  “hurry up!”  Sarah tried to pull it down more.  Suddenly the curtain was pulled back.  “You have it on. Why aren't you out here showing it to me?” Jo had a displeased look on her face.  “For being slow, I think I should teach you a lesson.”  Before Sarah could move Jo had knelt before her, reached under the very short pink skirt and pulled down her knickers.

 

“Step out of them, or do you want someone to see us like this?” commanded Jo.  Sarah, in fright could do nothing but step away – there was a good change that someone might walk past their booth at anytime.  Jo picked up her panties along with her jeans, sweater, bra and top and pushed them into the bag that she was carrying.  “Good, come out and turn around for me.”  Sarah felt self conscious knowing that Jo had taken her clothes from  her but stepped out anyway.  “Turn round!”.  Sarah did so.  “That will do.” and Jo marched out to the main body of the shop.  “My .. my clothes.”  stammered Sarah, but Jo was long gone and she had to follow so as not to be left behind.

 

Jo was at the till.  “These two skirts and the skirt and bra that she is wearing.”  pointing to Sarah.  The assistant just smiled and looked as if it was an everyday occurrence that she had to process clothes that were already being worn.  Sarah had a bit of a scare at the assistant bent down to scan the label on her skirt, but that was nothing compared to when Jo asked for a pair of scissors to cut off the labels – which she did in front of the whole shop.

 

“stop pulling at it!  You will only draw attention to it's length.  Anyway you look good in it.”  Sarah remove her hands from the hem of the skirt - it was so short, but she knew that Jo was right and that fiddling with it was just making matters worse.  She had never worn such a short skirt and it was embarrassing.  She hardly knew where they were walking, sure that everyone's eyes were on her, so she was surprised when then entered a shoe shop.

 

“Sit!” commanded Jo and the she went to find a shop assistant.  Sarah sat nervously tugging at her skirt despite knowing better.  A smiling young woman came towards her, “I hear you would like to try some heels.  Here are a few to start with.”  Sarah looked at the four boxes were before her and when first ones were opened she opened her mouth in shock.  “I can't wear those.”  “Try them on.”  Jo's eyes were unforgiving.  The heels were at least four and half inches.  Sarah had never worn anything so tall in her life.  Obediently she put out her foot but then pulled her knees in tight together as she realized that the assistant had to kneel before her to slip the shoe on.  The other shoes followed and Sarah stood unsteadily.  They were simple back courts, but the heels were extreme – well for Sarah anyway who had never worn more than a couple of inches and only then at weddings and formal functions.  She walked up and down and looked in the mirror they were a trial to walk in and she knew her feet would soon be hurting, but they did make her stand up straighter.  More pairs were brought out and Sarah tried them all on – she really didn't have much choice with Jo glaring at her.  Keeping her short skirt from ridding up and showing the young assistant everything was all that Sarah was concerned with.  Jo made the choices about the shoes.  The pair that was bought was a pair of Oxford courts and although the heels were high at least the tight lace ups gave some support.

 

“What time is it?” Jo asked.  “half past three.” “Where is Church Street?” “It's the next road over, why?” “Never mind, we have plenty of time.  Let's go into that cafe.”  Mystified Sarah followed Jo into the tea shop.  Jo ordered tea and cake and then pulled open the bag with the shoes in.  She pulled them out and peeled off all the price stickers etc.  “You may as well wear them now.  Those things don't go with what you have on.” She pointed to Sarah's sensible shoes.  “I ... I can't wear those now. They are evening shoes.” cried Sarah lamely. “Put them on now!”  The tea arrived just at that moment and the waitress gave them a very odd look.  So as not to make a scene, Sarah complied and the courts were soon tightly laced to ankle height.  Her normal shoes went into the bag with the rest of her clothes.  “Give me your car keys!” “W...Why?” “Just give them to me and wait here.”

 

Sarah watched Jo disappear out of the door and felt very exposed in the short skirt and top.  She had her jacket, but that was short one designed to be worn with heavier clothing.  All in all being on her own dressed as she was made her feel very uncomfortable.  “That will five pounds sixty, please.”  Sarah looked up at the waitress in rather a daze.  “What? ... Oh yes of course.”  Looking round for her bag she couldn't see it anywhere and realized with horror that Jo must have taken that as well.  Reddening she stammered, “My .. My friend has got my bag.  She will be back soon and we will pay then.”  The girl nodded suspiciously and to Sarah's relief left her to her tea.  The time ticked by. Ten, then fifteen minutes went passed with looks coming from the girl behind the counter and plenty of glances from male patrons.  She sipped her tea slowly and it was a great comfort when Jo reentered the shop.  “Come on! Time to go.” Jo gulped at her tea and took a few bites of cake.  “We need to pay ... You ... You took my bag and all my money.” “Oh yes, so I did.” Jo smiled wickedly, read the bill and left six pounds on the table.

 

Outside Jo set a good pace that Sarah could barely keep up with in heels she was unaccustomed to.  “Keep up girl, we haven't got all day.”  Jo headed down an alleyway taking a short cut to Church Street.  Sarah was impressed that Jo knew her way round so well in a strange town, but it was all she could do to struggle along behind – the shoes were beginning to pinch her feet.  Jo slowed in front of a tanning and beauty shop.  “Here we are.” and she pushed Sarah though the door.  “May I help you?” said a tall, perfectly manicured woman at the desk.  “Yes, we have an appointment booked in the name of 'Sarah'” Jo announced. The woman consulted her computer.  “Ah yes ... a full bikini wax.  I think Natalie is already free.  I will take you straight up.” “B .. But ... I” croaked Sarah.  Jo gave her a very fierce look and pushed her forward.  Shaking Sarah followed the perfect behind of the receptionist up the stairs.

 

Natalie had a friendly, motherly sort of smile that reassured Sarah somewhat.  “Yes, I know it can be rather daunting the first time, but it's really not too bad and not really painful.”  She smiled gently.”Just slip out of you skirt and knickers and pop yourself up on the massage table there.” With Jo's uncompromising stare behind Natalie's shoulder, Sarah pulled down her skirt and she felt herself go red as she revealed that she had no panties on.  Natalie just smiled and patted the bed.  Sarah sat on it and swung up her feet.  “You will need to open your legs for me, dear.”  Embarrassed Sarah complied, blushing furiously.  Sarah could tell that Natalie was taking her time inspecting her, pulling back her labia for a close look.  “That all looks fine – I'm just going to trim you down, that way the wax can get a better hold.”  Sarah didn't know what to think and she heard Natalie's scissors snip, snipping away at her pubes.  What had Jo made her do now?

 

SatisfiedNatalie started to cover a stick with hot wax.   “Now, as I said it doesn't really hurt, but I'm going to do both sides at once, you don't want to look lop-sided, do you?  If some comes off it all comes off.” Sarah just nodded, gripped Jo's hand and closed her eyes.  “Well, this won't do – I need better access, grip your legs behind your knees and pull then up into your chest.”  Sarah gulped and did as she was told.  Natalie opened a bottle of baby powder and liberally spread power over Sarah, dusting it firmly into all the cracks and crannies.  Then came the wax, warm but not too hot covering the hairs each side of her opening.  Thin strips of cloth were pushed into the wax and it was allowed to cool for 15 seconds or so.  “Not too bad is it?” murmured Natalie.  Sarah shook her head just as the first of the strips was ripped from her skin.  The pain was terrible.  “Fuck! Oh fuck that hurt!  No more I can't stand it!”  Sarah screamed.  As she said that the second strip was ripped away.  “Oh, god! What are you doing to me?  I'm I bleeding?”  “No, dear all is going well.”  Sarah looked up into Jo's eyes and could see that there was no mercy there.  “Don't be such a child!  Hundreds of women have this done everyday.  You are showing me up with your weakness!”  Sarah felt more wax being applied, this time between her cheeks and across her arsehole.  “No, why there?” she sobbed.  “Everyone has hair there.” said Natalie patiently. “It all has to come off.”

 

If anything the pain of the hairs being ripped from between her buttocks was worse than before, but Jo's stare made her frightened to do more than scream.  The next 10 minutes were the most embarrassing and painful of Sarah's life.  At one point her leg was even over Natalie's shoulder and when Natalie finally declared herself satisfied she still went over Sarah with a pair of tweezers, pulling out the odd stray hair.  “Ok Sarah, you're done.  I'm sure you want to have a look at yourself.  There is a mirror in the next room as well as a bidet to wash off.”  Sarah entered the small washroom and looked herself over.  She was raw red and covered in powder.  Feeling herself felt ... strange.  Quickly she washed, dried and pulled on her skirt.

 

Sarah descended the stairs to the reception feeling even more exposed than before.  Not only had she on a very short pink skirt but had no knickers and now not even hair to cover her most private parts.  She waited in silence as Jo paid the smirking receptionist.  It was her own purse that Jo was using!  Sarah was about to protest but after the last few hours thought better of it.  “Come, or we will be late!” Joanne commanded.  Sarah didn't think to ask but followed her out of the tanning shop.  She hadn't had time to put on her jacket and as she hurried after a Jo stumbling on those cursed heals she felt herself being stared at by a number of men.  One even whistled at her.  She was barely able to tell where they were going – she was so ashamed.  Jo stopped before an old fashioned looking shop, but the contents in the window were anything but old fashioned.  Jo hauled her inside.

 

They were greeted by a girl with a shaved head – well all except a small pony tail down her back and a large nose ring with heavy eye makeup.  “Yes?” she drawled.  “Appointment for 'Sarah' with Stacey.” Jo replied.  “Oh, yeah – She ready for you.  Up the stairs second on the left.”  Jo pushed Sarah before her up the stairs.  From behind one of the doors came a faint buzzing sound and Sarah looked perplexed.  “Tattoos” said Jo shortly and as Sarah began to panic, Jo put a hand on her shoulder “Relax – nothing so permanent – trust me.”  She smiled wickedly and pushed Sarah towards the door that was second on the left.  Stacey was leaning against a raised bed – more of a trolley.  She was dressed in a black T-shirt, short black skirt and thick black tights with holes in them, finished with a pair of heavy black boots.  Her hair was dyed black, was long and tied back behind her head.  She was eating an apple.  As they came in she threw the apple core into a bin, “Sarah?” Jo nodded.  Stacey consulted her notes.  “Ok ... lets have a look at you.  You may as well undress totally as there is a lot to do.”  Sarah pushed back trying to get away but felt Joanne's firm gaze and started obediently to undress.  She pulled off her top, undid the low cut bra and worked out of the short, pink skirt.  She was about to take off those painful heals but Stacey stopped her.  “No need for those – We are not here to pierce your toes are we?” She laughed.  “Pierce!” Sarah squeaked, Jo just looked at her and she fell silent, but underneath her heart was beating fast.  “Ok, come here and stand up straight.” Stacey smiled at Sarah but there was no warmth in it.  Sarah did as she was told.  “Hmmmmmm, No I can't put rings in – Your breasts are too pert.  They would just work out when you are wearing a bra.  It will have to be barbells ... that ok?”  Sarah looked confused and Jo stepped in.  “Yes, alright.  Put them in vertically.  Do you have something with a loop at the bottom, so that they can be used to hang things from?” Jo smiled and if was an equally cold smile.  Stacey looked back at Jo knowingly “Yes, I have just the thing.  Now, let's look at your belly button ... No problems there ... a ring?”  This time she didn't even both to look at Sarah.  Her question was to Jo.  Sarah went red with embarrassment knowing that Stacey knew without a doubt who was in charge.  “Yes fine ... what about the rest?”

 

 Jo looked at Sarah and then at Stacey.  “Up on the Couch!” commanded Stacey and Sarah  hurried to obey.  “Open your legs, girl!”  Sarah was almost in tears now but had to show Stacey her red-raw and hairless pussy.  Stacey pulled on some surgical gloves and adjusted some stirrups at the foot of the bed firmly placing Sarah's calves and ankles into them.  She then began to explore Sarah's clit and lips.  Sarah just shut her eyes and hoped that it would all end soon.  She felt her clit pulled up and the tips of Stacey's rubber clad fingers around it.  Despite herself she found that she was becoming aroused.  Her nipples were hardening and warmth was flowing in her clit and pussy.  “Yes, I can get behind her clit ... So a triangle?” The question was to Jo, Sarah knew.  She just tuned it all out and let them get on with it.  She knew she had no choice.  Stacey and Jo were discussing something but Sarah was past caring.

 

Suddenly, Sarah felt ice cold on her pussy and she opened her eyes with a snap.  Indeed there was ice cubes pressed against her lips and she almost shouted but she was silenced by the metal needle that Stacey had readied in her other hand.  It looked huge!  The ice was removed and a quick wipe with alcohol and a spray with something.  She was about to scream when there was a sharp pain as the needle was pushed in. Her clit sheath had been pulled forward and the needle pushed through behind it.  Before the shock could register Stacey had removed the needle and was inserting a ring through the hole.  The ends of the ring were brought together and fastened.  Stacey turned away to prepare for something else and Sarah was mute with shock and she saw the bead of the ring lying against her clit.  As yet she couldn't feel anything but she knew that was the anesthetic.

 

Stacey was working lower between Sarah's legs.  A light shining brightly so that she could see what she was going.  From her position on her back, legs in the air she couldn't tell was the piercer was doing but she soon found out.  Five more times she felt the spray.  Five more times she felt the sharp pain of the needle, followed by the threading of a ring.  The last was particularly painful.  Sarah almost passed out.  “Want to see my handiwork?”  Stacey's smile was as cold as the ice had been.  She picked up a mirror and aimed it so that Sarah could see her pussy reflected in it.  There was the ring round her slightly engorged clit and below it was a neat double row of rings.  Two on each side, each piercing her outer lips and the fifth – it was right at the back of her entrance, piercing the back wall and the fold of skin behind it!  They all looked very raw and red adding to the effect of the waxing.

 

Stacey put down the mirror.  “Now the belly button.”  She moved quickly – another squirt of anesthetic – another pain as the needle was pushed though – another ring inserted.  “And finally the nipples.”  Stacey flicked Sarah's nipples playfully and despite everything they hardened under her rubber covered fingers.  More spray and this needle seemed even bigger than the last!  Sarah couldn't look away as it was pushed relentlessly upwards and she saw the tip emerge from the top side of her right nipple.  This time she did scream.  It was agony.  “No ... no more please.” and she broke down in fits of weeping.  “Hold still you foolish girl.” shouted Jo and roughly held her shoulders still while Stacey finished the job.  Sarah stopped moving, defeated and watched as Stacey threaded a barbell through the hole.  This barbell was not like others that Sarah had seen in pictures.  The lower end of it – instead of ending in a round ball – ended in a teardrop shape with a hole through the middle of it – like the eye of a sewing needle.  The end jutting out of the top of her nipple was of the more conventional ball shape, once it had been fixed securely in place.  Stacey went to work on Sarah's left nipple.  The pain was just as intense but one look from Jo was enough to stop Sarah from complaining.  The barbell was fixed in place and thinking all was over She started to get down from the couch.

 

“Not so fast.” Jo restrained her.  “Now it's my turn.” Jo grinned wickedly and pulled on some surgical gloves.  Confused Sarah lay back as Jo crossed to the autoclave and pulled out a long length of fine gold chain, what looked to be pliers and some other small links of chain.  She came to stand over Sarah, bent over her and hooked one of the open links through the 'eye' in the right nipple bell bar.  She threaded on the end of the gold chain and used the pliers to force the link closed, before tugging gently on the chain to make sure it was firmly attached.  Sarah winced at the pain but knew better than to complain.  Quickly Jo passed the other end of the chain through Sarah's belly button ring pulling through enough so that there was plenty of slack.  Then the chain was pushed through the ring in Sarah's clit and she began to panic again.  Jo Slapped her hard on the thigh and raised buttock, “Enough!”  The spank stung and Sarah lay still feeling Jo working with the rings in her pussy.  Then Jo was back at her belly button again and Sarah watched as the chain made its way back up her body.  Jo laid the chain over her breast measuring it's length before taking the pliers and cutting it short.  In a moment the cut end was fixed firmly in place to her left nipple bell bar, Jo squeezing the link tightly shut.

 

“Want to see?” Jo was almost laughing as she held up the mirror again and Sarah could trace the path of the chain.  Right nipple, belly button, clit ring, the two right labia piercings, the ring at the back of her entrance, the two left lip piercings, clit ring again, belly button, left nipple.  She was firmly, if lightly chained. Jo put down the mirror.  “Just one more thing and we can go.” Sarah felt her working between her legs again.  “All done, you can get up and look at yourself in that long mirror over there.” It was a command and Sarah hurried to obey.  She stood naked except for those impossibly high heals before the full length mirror and looked at herself.  Her nipples were red and tender with the chain hanging down to her belly button in a double length and on down to her pussy.  She could see the links hanging down where they passed through the rings in her lips and she saw Jo's final addition.  Hanging from the newly pierced clit ring was a small gold J with a diamond embedded in it at the bottom tip.  She stared at it for a full minute not comprehending, until Jo whispered in her ear.  “You are mine now – this proves it” and gently fingered the jewelry.

 

“Ok now dress!” Jo's voice brought Sarah back from her thoughts with a start.  Quickly, almost without thinking she was back into that skimpy pink skirt, bra and top.  Jo strode ahead and by the time that Sarah had made it down stairs Jo was settling up with the shaved headed girl – from Sarah's purse again – and was asking directions to a chic wine bar that Sarah had heard about but had never been to.  They set off through the streets – by this time the shops were closing and there was less of a bustle.  Sarah suddenly remembered her car.  “Jo! The ticket on my car will have run out.  I will get a fine.” “It's all taken care of.  No need to worry.  Now get a move on!”

 

They reached the bar 'Beyond' and entered.  Although it was late for the shops it was still early for a drink and they were almost the only people there.  Jo picked up the wine list (It was that sort of place – to go with the stupid name, thought Sarah) and ordered a Merlot.  They sat at tall stools near the bar and Sarah felt self conscious.  The blue top left two inches of bare skin exposed so her belly button  piercing and the chain running up and down were on view for all to see.  At the same time, the way that the chain tugged and pulled at her nipples and clit felt strange and very arousing.  Jo ordered food (Tapas) and they ate almost in silence.  Then Jo looked at Sarah.  “Come on.  One more job to do.” and she headed for the ladies.  Once there she made Sarah sit on one of the toilets.  “Hmmmmm the light is not that good in here but it will have to do.”  She stood before Sarah and used her hand to lift her head for a better look at her face.  “We can improve this.” and she opened up her bag.  Quickly she used cream and a face pad to remove the minimal makeup that Sarah had been wearing and started afresh, putting on foundation and then working on her lips, eyes and cheeks.  Sarah knew that it was more makeup than she had ever worn before and that she must look like a tart.  When Jo had finished she nodded in satisfaction.  Looking in the bathroom mirror Sarah's worse fears were confirmed.  Her lips were the same shocking pink as her skirt and her eyes were rimmed with deep black eyeliner.  Her lashes were coated in mascara and her cheeks were redden to a blush.  She was indeed a tart, but she was beginning to suspect that she was Jo's tart.

 

They headed back into the bar and their second bottle of wine.  It was later and the bar was filling up.  Several times men came over to talk to them and each time Jo put them off.  Sarah realized that this was more male attention then she had ever got, but knew that she didn't want to attract the kind of guy that had been approaching them in the past hour or so.  At 9.45 Jo said it was time to leave and Sarah followed meekly.  They walked only a few hundred yards to the entrance of a club and Sarah started to protest again.  Jo just had to look at her for her to fall silent.  They queued and paid and walked into the fairly empty club.  Jo marched to the bar where there were  more people around and two girls turned to meet them.  One was middle height and obviously Asian the other was tall and blond.  “So this is the new girl?” asked the blond and Jo just nodded.  Both girls smiled.  “I'm Michelle and this is Ann.” said the dark haired girl.  “Welcome.” Sarah looked confused “Show her!” Jo commanded before moving off to the bar.  Without hesitation both girls pulled up their short skirts to reveal bare pussys, pierced clits, chains and a small diamond studded J dangling.  “You are one of Jo's slaves now – like we are” Ann smiled, “As Michelle said Welcome.” Sarah was lost in thought.  Pondering the word 'Slave'.