Gemma looked down at her bound legs and tensed her shoulders, then asked simply, "How, Mistress?"
Helen stared at the leather and steel clamping Gemma's body and gave a little shiver, No, I suppose not. Are you...Are you always kept tied up and h..helpless, like that?"
"I'm a bondage slavegirl, Mistress. I wear the collar of my Masters and their chains make sure I don't get away."
As she spoke, Gemma noticed that Helen's eyes were fixed on the rings and bells dangling from her pierced nipples and felt her face flush in anticipation of the next question.
It came.
"Who did that to you?" Helen's fingers waved vaguely, but her meaning was clear.
"The Masters," Gemma whispered and her questioner's eyes widened, gleaming with an excitement that Gemma didn't understand.
"Why did they do it? Did it hurt? What are the smaller rings for?" Helen couldn't seem to get her questions out fast enough and a light sheen of perspiration beaded her forehead as she stared enthralled at Gemma's piercings.
Gemma didn't want to reply, but remembered her Master's instructions to answer..and answer truthfully.
"No, Mistress, it didn't hurt. They used some sort of liquid to numb my br..breasts before they put the r..rings in. And they did it because they w..wanted to, Mistress. It made me their...property, they said."
Gemma gaped as Helen stared down at her own full breasts and then cupped them in her hands, muttering almost too softly for Gemma to hear, "Just like Steven told me. Nipple rings," and shivered.
Staring at the lovely brunette, Gemma frowned. What was going on?
"Mistress? Mistress?" Helen gave a start as Gemma's voice penetrated her reverie, then gave her a brilliant smile.
"Sorry, Gemma. What were we talking about? Oh, yes. What are the small rings for?"
Gemma hung her head in shame, "They use them to control me, Mistress."
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said. What do they use them for?"
Gemma's pride in being a slavegirl was all she had left and she used it, "They use them to control me," she repeated defiantly, " To tie me so that I dare not move, or to tether me with a leash so I have to stay where they put me and do anything they want"
Helen nodded thoughtfully, as if Gemma's explanation had confirmed something she had been wondering about, "Yes, I see what you mean. Tied like that, any slavegirl would have to obey, no matter what she was ordered to do, wouldn't she? Tell me, though, you keep talking about Masters, how many have you got, for Heaven's sake?"
"Seven that I know of, Mistress, but there may be others that I haven't met," Gemma admitted, blushing again.
"Seven! Good grief!" Helen was astounded, "Who are they all? Steven, obviously, but what about the others?"
For the second time, the shamefaced brunette had to admit that she didn't know, "They only tell me their first names, but there are five men and two women and they call themselves The Consortium, Mistress. It's a sort of...partnership and they all shared the costs of b..b...buying me, Mistress, so now I have to obey and s..serve them all."
"Seven Masters!" Helen repeated, clearly shocked by the revelation, "I never imagined....How ever do you do it?"
"I don't have a choice, Mistress. If they find me displeasing, they p..p..punish me.
Helen was fascinated, "Punish you? How?"
Gemma was beyond shame after so many revelations, "Sometimes I'm just spanked, Mistress, but more often they use a riding crop on my bottom. They really seem to like that, unfortunately."
Helen licked her red lips and gave an unconscious wriggle of her buttocks, "Steven has a riding crop..." she said slowly and swallowed hard as Gemma nodded silently.
"It's incredible, Gemma. I can hardly believe what you're telling me, but it's all true, isn't it?"
"Every word, Mistress."
"What's it like, Gemma? What is it really, truly like to be a slavegirl and to have to obey, even if you don't want to. How does it feel?"
Gemma looked at the excited woman opposite her and took a deep breath.
"It's scary, Mistress. Scary and thrilling and terrifying and unbelievably exciting, all at the same time. I hated it at first. I hated being tied up all the time and I hated being gagged and I hated having to obey, but when you're not given any choice, you just have to get used to it. I fought against it like mad to begin with, but that only got me punished, so eventually, I had to give in and go along with it. Since then, things are better, but it's still sometimes very frustrating and it can be boring when I'm all alone locked in a cellar, or something."
"It doesn't sound like much fun," Helen observed and Gemma gave her a wry smile.
"Well, Mistress, sometimes it isn't," she agreed, "But it's not all bad. I've had an awful lot of pleasure, too. Until you've experienced being tied up and gagged so that you can't move a muscle and then having a Master arouse you until your body feels as though it's going to burst into flames and you would willingly do anything he ordered if only you could, you just can't imagine what it's like! You can't move, you can't even scream or beg and it gets better and better and stronger and stronger, until he decides to let you come and then it's sheer ecstasy. You can just let go, because there's nothing you can do. Your Master is in total control of you, he can do literally anything he wants and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop him! And it gets easier each time. Easier for you and easier for him, until it's second nature for you to surrender and it takes less and less for him to get you to that point," Gemma paused for a moment and shrugged her shoulders in resignation, "That's when you realise that you've become a slavegirl, Mistress. When you find that you not only cannot control your responses to your Master, you don't even want to any more! You're a slave because you want to be a slave."
There was a short silence as Helen digested Gemma's explanation, then she spoke only two words, "Like you?"
"Like me, Mistress."
"But don't you miss being free?"
"Sometimes I do, of course, Mistress," a sad smile flickered Gemma's lips, "But I'm not free. My Masters take care of me and provide me with food and warmth and I have to believe that, in their own ways, they love me."
"Yes, I can understand that," Helen said slowly, then asked, "Are you happy, Gemma? Truly happy with being a slavegirl?"
Gemma pondered the question for long seconds, searching for the truth in her own mind and body, then held her head high and nodded firmly, "Yes, Mistress, I am. Six months ago I would never have believed I could be happy as a slavegirl, but I am. I've changed and I know it and accept it willingly. I'm a slavegirl, Mistress and I love what I am."
Gemma's obvious sincerity and the sparkle of genuine joy in her soft brown eyes confirmed her words and Helen nodded in understanding.
"Yes, I believe you do," she said softly, "Thank you for being honest, Gemma. You've answered a lot of questions I've been thinking about for some time and it can't have been easy for you."
Gemma grinned, "My Master ordered me to answer you honestly, Mistress. If I had disobeyed him, I would have been punished."
Helen grinned back, "Slavegirls have to obey at all times, right?"
"Right, Mistress. Is there anything else you want to know?"
"No, I don't think so.
"Then may I ask you a question, Mistress?"
"Yes, of course."
"What is this all about, Mistress? I don't understand why you want to know all this?"
Helen flushed, a bright red stain mantling her cheeks and dropped her eyes from Gemma's puzzled expression.
"Well, it's like this...it's a bit embarrassing....I needed to know whether..." Helen's disjointed reply stumbled to a halt and Gemma watched in fascination as the pretty brunette took a deep breath, struggling to regain her poise.
"I'll start again," she said more calmly after a few seconds, "It's like this. Steven and I have been together for about three months now and I really love him. He loves me, too, and wants me to move in here with him. The trouble is, he wants me to be his slavegirl. What he calls his love slave."
Gemma's eyes opened wide and her belly quivered with arousal as she looked at Helen's pretty face and excellent body, visualising her kneeling naked before a Master! It was no wonder he wanted her as his slavegirl. Collared and in chains, forced to serve him in any way he desired, she would make a lovely slave and Steven obviously realised it.
"I just can't make up my mind whether to say yes or no. I want to be with him and I trust him, so I don't mind giving him power of attorney over my investments and things so that money's no problem, but I'm a bit worried about the slavegirl idea. He's awfully keen on it and I really want to make him happy, but I don't know whether I can be submissive. What do you think, Gemma? After all, you've already done it, haven't you?"
Gemma looked down at the smaller woman and marvelled. Helen was extremely attractive and seemed to be quite well off. How could she even be considering giving all that up, to become a slavegirl?
"Well...I don't really know, Mistress," she replied carefully, "I suppose it depends on finding the right Masters. I imagine any woman can be submissive if she wants it enough."
"Yes, that's the conclusion I've come to. Steven keeps telling me that if I agree to be his slavegirl, he'll take care of everything. All I have to do is be obedient. It's certainly tempting and I really want us to stay together, because none of my other relationships has ever lasted. They always break up because I get restless and want to make things permanent before my partners are ready. This time, though, Steven is ready and I'm not sure I am! Do you think that if I agreed to what he wants he'd let me be free some of the time, Gemma? I mean, if he loves me, he wouldn't keep me tied up all the time or..or use his crop on me or anything, would he? That would be all right, I wouldn't mind as long as he wasn't too hard on me and it's not as if I'd have to obey lots of Masters like you have to, is it? Just Steven and I think I could enjoy having to do whatever he told me."
It was clear to Gemma that Helen was just whistling in the dark, trying to persuade herself that submitting as a slavegirl to her lover was a sensible and logical choice rather than the wholly emotional decision it really was. Surely Helen must know that once she had submitted, there would be no going back? Her lover would become her Master and there was no way in the world that a Master, any Master, would permit a slavegirl to make demands or set conditions about what she would and would not permit. Helen must be either incredibly naive or incredibly optimistic to think she would be given any say in what happened to her. The instant she knelt and gave her submission would be the instant that she became a full slavegirl, subject to her Master's will, his discipline and, if necessary, his crop! If she made the mistake of thinking for one moment that she was somehow different from any other slavegirl or, even more unwisely, immune to punishment, she was in for the biggest shock of her life!
Gemma's brain raced through these thoughts as Helen gazed up at her, obviously hoping that Gemma would agree with her.
It was a difficult dilemma for Gemma. On the one hand, her Master had instructed her to answer honestly, but on the other, Gemma could not know for certain that he would enforce complete submission on his lover if she agreed to be his slave. He might not intend to and if Gemma frightened Helen into refusing, he would probably blame her and punish her.
Gemma licked her lips and chose her words with the greatest care, trying to strike a delicate balance between frightening the brunette and lulling her into a sense of security which might turn out to be entirely false and persuade her into doing something she would regret.
"It's...difficult, Mistress," she compromised uncomfortably, "If you really love him and it's what you want, then agreeing to be his slavegirl is the right decision for you. I know it was right for me, Mistress, but, well, it may be a bit.. harder than you imagine. My Masters can be very demanding and even...cruel at times, so you really should think hard before you agree to submit. I'm sorry, Mistress, but I really can't advise you. It has to be your decision."
Helen nodded, "Yes, I know that really, but thanks for trying. You see, Gemma, it's different for me. Steven loves me and I'm sure he won't treat me as unkindly as your Masters treat you. I've heard what you've told me and I appreciate it, but I don't think I need to worry. I think it's going to be great fun," and her full red lips curved into a happy smile.
Gemma held her peace, knowing that she had done her best, but that it hadn't been enough. She had tried to warn Helen, but her veiled hints had been ignored and now the black haired woman would just have to live with her decision.
Helen moved to Gemma's side and kissed her gently on the cheek, "That's for helping me make my mind up," she said softly, "And this is for showing me that slavery isn't always awful," and she pressed her lips to the offered curve of the helpless slavegirl's left breast!
Gemma quivered in response, her arousal immediate and Helen giggled delightedly.
"Please, Mistress," the low groan might have been a protest or a plea for more.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Helen's dark eyes gleamed, "Would you like some more?"