Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It's my first time writing something like this and I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments. I plan to continue working on and developing this story as time permits. Hope you enjoy the story!

Part 1

The lipstick was cool to the touch as Amber gently applied the bright red color to her lips. Taking the greatest of care to not smear it, she popped the cap back on the stick and sat it on the vanity counter. A big smile spread across her face as she stared, more than satisfied, at the reflection in front of her. Long blonde hair glowed in the evening sun as it curled and cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her gentle face and crystal blue eyes. Bright red lips added a shock of color and seduction to her face. A thin white silk robe wrapped itself around her slender frame, teasing the suppleness of her chest and the nudity beneath.

With a gentle nod to the beauty in the mirror before her, Amber stood and proceeded to the large king sized bed. Doing a final check of the items spread out on it, Amber shed her robe and began the process of getting dressed. To begin, she pulled a simple black fishnet thigh high stocking up each of her lightly tanned legs, followed by the small lacy black garter belt and red thong. Next, Amber slid on the white button down dress shirt. She had been given a size smaller than she normally wore, which meant she couldn't button it up any higher than her breasts. Amber liked the way the tightness felt around her stomach, and the thrill of knowing that most movement would cause her breasts to begin sliding free of the sheer fabric. A short plaid red skirt was the next part of her outfit, its hem resting just past the curve of her firm ass. Finally completing her "slutty" schoolgirl look was a pair of black stilettos with a simple 4 inch heel.

Her preparations complete, Amber looked at herself one last time in the mirror, admiring just how slutty her outfit made her look. She was shaking with excitement, and let out a small laugh when she realized how hard and visible her nipples were. Eyes closed, she began to caress her breasts, her right hand slowly sliding down to tease herself. As her mind began to wander and anticipate her coming pleasure, a sharp knock at the door brought her back to reality.

"Sis, you ready? I think Beth is starting to annoy your new friend with all her questions."

Opening the door, Amber was met with a mirror image of herself. Standing in front of her, was Amber's twin sister Emma. Emma was dressed in the same slutty schoolgirl outfit as Amber, except the only real difference between them was that Emma wore a black skirt and, Amber assumed, thong. If she wasn't her sister, Amber would have loved to do all kinds of things with Emma.

"More than you know Em, more than you know. Are you?"

Emma laughed nervously, but shrugged in a why not fashion. Amber had been surprised that her sister and friend had actually agree to what was arguably and insane birthday wish.

"If this is really what you want to do for your birthday, then I guess I am."

Amber knew she must have had the most devious smile spread across her face as Emma said that. Kissing her sister on the cheek she proceeded past her before pausing briefly to look back at her somewhat stunned twin.

"Then let's get this party started!"

It had all started with a simple post to an online bondage forum. Amber had been trolling various bondage sites and boards looking for self bondage ideas to help with her budding kink. She'd been underwhelmed with the suggestions that she had found, judging them to be too simple or too dangerous. On a particularly horny night, she had broken down and constructed a fairly simple post.

Female looking for some excitement but I have no one to help me with it. I want to be told what to do and how to tie myself up. Strictly online. DM me for more details!

Amber had been a little surprised by the number of DM's she'd received after that. Lots of them had been dick pics, or guys telling her to get on cam or send nudes. A few she had followed up with wanted to meet in person, and Amber had almost considered it when they had started mentioning dollar amounts. Yet ultimately it had been a person named Scarlett that had caught her attention. The woman had simply messaged her a single line.

If you're serious, let me know.

The attached link had lead to a dominatrix site with a picture of Scarlett and a list of the services she provided. Amber had immediately been drawn in by the deep red hair that she assumed Scarlett got her name from. The woman was incredibly attractive, her skin was a stark contrast to her vibrant hair. Large breasts were held tightly in place by a skin tight black leather bra, and stern yet bright green eyes glared at Amber through the screen. The image of Scarlett alone had made Amber wet, and she swiftly replied to Scarlettt's message.

After a few months of back and forth with bondage tasks, Amber wanted nothing more than to have Scarlett dominate her in real life. When she brought up the topic to her, Amber had mentioned it had always been her wish to be dominated on her birthday. Scarlett had been initially hesitant to make a home visit, but stated that she would on the condition Amber send her proof that she was who she said she was. Without thinking, Amber sent her a ton of pictures of her in various states of dress, bondage, and positions. She also included a few daily candids of her with her friends and family to help prove that she was who she said she was. Scarlett replied to her messages after a few days.

Send me details and feel free to invite anyone you want to take part. It'll be a party!

And so with the details and directions to her townhouse sent, Amber had began counting down the days till Scarlett came. Nervous to do it alone, she had told the only people she felt would agree to do it and not judge her. Emma and Bethany had been hesitant, but had eventually agreed to take part in the night's events.

"...after tonight I'd consider her a client now. And if you like it, I've got a few more openings too."

Amber could hear Bethany and Scarlett talking as she reached the bottom of the stairs. The living room of her townhouse was fairly minimal in design, and a large space in the center of the room had been cleared for the night's events. In the back of the open concept room, standing next to the dining room table were Bethany and Scarlett. As Amber had suspected, Bethany was also dressed similarly to Amber and Emma, save that her skirt was a shade of blue. She wore her shoulder-length brunette hair in a loose pigtails, with green eyes and red lips adding to the tarted up school girl look. Amber paused briefly, turning to Emma as she did. She looked towards her twin's skirt with a quizzical look.

"Yours match the skirt?"

Taken aback by the question, Emma's face grew a slight shade of red and she nodded in affirmation. 'Then Beth's must be blue' Amber thought as she proceeded towards the dominatrix and her friend. Noticing her approach, Scarlett picked up a simple black crop from the table, finishing her conversation with Bethany as she did.

"Is the birthday girl ready?"

Amber smiled and nodded in affirmation. She felt embarrassed by how giddy she felt about it, and was afraid Scarlett could see her shivering in anticipation. Scarlett was dressed to kill. She wore a tight fitting, yet very professional pencil skirt suit. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, yet vibrant ponytail, and fake black rim glasses graced her face adding to the intimidating school teacher look. Scarlett watched her with an intensity that made Amber glance down in a submissive reflex.

"Good! Alright before we officially start, I'd like each of you girls to grab a set of wrist and ankle cuffs off the table here and I'll explain some ground rules for tonight while you put them on."

Each woman grabbed the requested items and proceeded into the living room as Scarlett began to go over the basic ground rules for tonight. Half listening, Amber was shaking as she took each of the thick leather cuffs, placing one on each of her wrists and ankles. The leather was soft, but a small tug spoke to the sturdiness of their secure embrace. Small shiny padlocks locked into place on each cuff, preventing them from being removed without permission. Amber watched her sister and friend perform similar actions on themselves. The sight of Bethany and Emma dressed like slutty schoolgirls and wearing bonadge equipment made Amber wetter than she'd expected it to. A sharp tap on her cheek, refocused her attention.

"You're lucky we haven't officially started yet darling, or I might have punished you."

Embarrassed, Amber could see the stern look behind the gentle face Scarlett was showing. She felt her spine go rigid and she looked forward, eyes cast downwards avoiding Scarlett's gaze. Scarlett and the other women laughed.

"As I was saying, tonight should prove to be the start of a rather interesting experience for you girls, and I hope that you'll come to appreciate the lifestyle of submission and being a good slave. Any final questions before we begin?"

Bethany raised her hand, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke.

"N-now I'm not judging or anything but what if you're like, not super into women or anything?"

Scarlett laughed at the question, and Amber watched as Bethany grew beat red. Bethany had a wild side, but had always been more conservative when it came to sexual partners, much to Amber's disappointment.

"No worries dear. I have plenty of phallic items to fill that pussy and mouth of yours. I won't make you eat me out or anything, although that doesn't mean I won't have you please me. It'll just be in a more practical way. If that's all then ladies, from here on out you must remember that you are slaves and nothing more. Do I make myself clear?"

Scarlett smiled as all three women answered with an affirmative.

"Yes Mistress!"

Amber's world was darkness. The black blindfold wrapped tightly over her eyes prevented any light from illuminating her world. Drool was starting to pool in the corners of her mouth, the large red ball gag filling her mouth preventing her from making more than a soft mewing noise. The hard surface of the dinner table pressed firmly against her breasts, crushing them between it and the weight of her upper body. A leather collar was tethered to the underside on the opposite side of the table prevented her from raising up to relieve the pressure on her breasts. Her wrists were locked behind her back by a simple padlock connecting her wrist cuffs. Rope secured her elbows together, creating a steady strain on her shoulders. Her ankles were spread apart by a spreader bar, forcing her legs straight as she tried to keep her stilettos flat against the ground. Amber could only picture how she looked, bound and dressed as she was, ass up and exposed to any punishment Scarlett wished to enact on her. A soft pull on her right ankle cuff remind Amber that Emma was bound in a similar fashion next to her, while the soft bump on her right shoulder was from Bethany who was bound the same way but on the other side of the table.

She had been the first to be tied up by Scarlett, but had been left unblindfolded so that she could watch her twin and best friend being bound. Scarlett had been quick and stern in her binding of the women, binding them so that the twins were connected at the ankle facing north and Bethany bound in between them facing south on the opposite side of the table. Scarlett had seemed to enjoy every minute of binding them, taking time to tease each woman just enough to make them blush as they got horny in front of their friends. Each woman had then been gagged with a ball gag that matched the color of their skirt, red for Amber, black for Emma, and blue for Bethany. Finally, Scarlett had blindfolded each of them in turn and told them that she would be right back. As Amber struggled slightly, testing her bonds, she was getting nervous that Scarlett had just left. Just as she was about to start calling out, a sharp pain erupted across her exposed cheeks. Amber let out a muffled cry as she registered the pain. Bethany and Emma soon echoed Amber's sound.

"Sorry about the delay slaves, had some things I needed to get ready. As an apology for making you sluts wait so long, I'll give you each a little treat."

Amber flinched slightly as she felt the thin thong covering her pussy get pulled aside. She felt her face get hot as Scarlett's fingers slid in with little resistance. She moaned softly as the fingers were slowly withdrawn. She soon felt a slickness that smelled like sex spread under her nose.

"Well, seems like the birthday slut is already soaked just from my touch, maybe I shouldn't reward her just yet. What do you think slaves?"

Muffled cries came from Bethany and Emma, and Amber pleaded into her gag. She felt another flash of pain across her ass, causing her to let out a muffled yelp. She felt a firm hand rest against her bare ass cheek.

"I think she'll go last. Now which one should get rewarded first. The slut's twin? Or how about the her equally slutty friend? Hmmm.... now which one should I choose?"

Amber could hear the steady tap of Scarlett's heels against the wooden floor of her dining room. The slow steady tapping made multiple trips around the table, with the occasional muffled yelp of pain echoing from either Bethany or Emma. The tapping grew softer as Scarlett left the dining area, and returned after a few seconds. A soft tap hit the table to Amber's left.

"Let's play with the twin slut first."

A soft mew came from Amber's right, and she could only picture what Scarlett was doing to her sister. The thoughts racing through her mind were enough to distract her enough that she didn't hear the soft and muffled gasps of pain coming from Emma and Bethany in quick succession. Lost in the thought of Scarlett fucking and dominating Emma, Bethany, and her, Amber was brought back to the present only by the sudden soft voice in her ear.

"Happy Birthday my sweet new slave. You and your friends will make a great addition to my collection, thanks for serving yourselves up to me in such as pretty package. We'll all have some fun when you wake up! Sleep well slut!"

As Scarlett's words sunk in, Amber tried to struggle against her bonds. As she started to thrash against the unforgiving leather and rope that bound her, she felt a sharp prick against her neck. Almost instantly, Amber felt her arms grow heavy, and felt her world and feeling slowly drifting away. Before long, the fear of her present was replaced by the calm embrace of sleep.

Scarlett watched as the bound women slowly struggled less and less as the drugs kicked in. After a few moments they were still as the dead, the only movement coming from their slow steady breathing. Tapping Amber on her soaked pussy with the leather crop elicited no reaction from the blonde schoolgirl. Each girl would make good money at market, especially the twins if sold as a set, but Scarlett had half a mind to keep them for herself. While they would probably never replace Yuki as her favorite slave, her mind raced at the things she could do to the twins. Feeling a slight dampness between her legs, Scarlett was even surprised at how much the idea of breaking the brunette turned her on.

A knock at the backdoor of the townhouse, brought Scarlett back to the present. Opening it, she was met by four strong burly men in black. Each man carried a large but empty duffel bag. Stepping to the side to let them in, Scarlett watched as three of the men got to work releasing and then hogtying the unconscious women at the table. As each woman was tied in a strict hogtied, their unconscious bodies easy to manipulate into place, they were placed and zipped into a waiting duffel. The final man was standing next to her expectantly.

"What are you waiting for? Go clean the place down, you know the drill."

The man continued to look at her, before letting out a soft sigh. He set down the duffel and pulled a phone from his pocket. It's screen illuminated as he handed it to Scarlett.

"Sorry ma'am but I've got an order for a Sweep and Clean Pick Up of four secured packages for delivery to The Rec Room. I was given strict directions to install three of the packages upon delivery and that the fourth was to be released for her cuffs upon and I quote 'completion of the job and delivery of payment and not before'."

Reading the delivery order off the man's phone Scarlett closed her eyes and angrily cursed past horny self. It'd been awhile since she'd not been the one in control and had hornily included herself as a package for the hell of it. Knowing the reliability of the delivery men she'd hired, Scarlett sighed and walked over to where her own item bag was sitting on the coffee table. It still help a few random items that she had brought along as part of her cover, and she quickly spotted a few items of note. Pulling out a set of handcuffs, a muzzle gag, a latex blindfold and a simple leather collar and leash, Scarlett unbuttoned the top couple of buttons off her teacher outfit costume. Sliding off the pencil skirt, she took the collar and leash, locking it around her neck as she walked back towards the man. Handing him the loose end of the leash, as well as the blindfold and the muzzle gag, she got down on her knees and quickly locked her wrists behind her back. Looking up at the man, and pretending to not notice growing hard on in his pants, she gave him the most seductive smile she could.

"Now make sure you follow those directions to the letter. If you do, I'll make sure you all receive a more than generous tip. Oh and feel free to make use of any of The Rec Room's facilities while you work."

She winked as she said finished speaking. Behind her, three distinct zipping sounds signified that her new slaves were packaged up. As her fake glasses were removed, the blindfold was pulled tightly over her eyes. The ball of the muzzle gag filled her mouth, and was buckled and locked swiftly into place. Scarlett felt multiple hands moving her body into position and tightly binding it. Her elbows were pulled close together as rope surrounded her breasts and upper body, binding her arms to her torso. She was amused as the hands lingered on her full D-Cup breasts, and as the brushed her pussy as they applied a knotted crotch rope. She got briefly flustered when they pulled it tight and connected it to her handcuffs. Finally she felt each stocking covered leg being drawn back into a tight frogtie before a rope secured her ankles and knees to their opposites. A final rope, connected to her ankles, was fed and secured at multiple points to her handcuffs, rope harness and lastly her tight ponytail. As the severity of her bondage sunk in, and her heart began to race at her helplessness, she felt the hot breath of one of the men against her ear.

"Now ma'am don't worry, the boys and I will work as quickly as we can, but the removal of all that rope might take a while if that's alright with you."

"Ehhine"

"I'm sorry ma'am, what was that?"

The man let out a small chuckle, patting Scarlett on her ass, causing her to flinch slightly as he did. She let out an annoyed sigh.

"Eh ehed ehatss ehhine ehrrr."

"Very good ma'am, very good. Now just one last thing and you can load her up boys."

Scarlett felt something soft and stiff slide into each of her ears as her final remaining sense was robbed of her. She could barely hear anything now, and squealed as she was suddenly lifted and set down again. She felt more than she heard the zipping of the duffel, and once again was startled by being suddenly lifted into the air and carried out of the townhouse.

As she was set down in what she assumed was some kind of truck, she had to begrudgingly admire the reliability of the delivery men. They had followed through with their orders and hadn't even batted an eye at binding the client as requested. If she was free and could see, she also would have been proud to see Amber's townhouse being wiped clean of any trace that a party or kidnapping had happened. After an unknown amount of time, the increasing temperature of the bag have covered her bound form in a light sheen of perspiration. As she began to wonder what was taking so long, she felt the intense vibration of a vehicle starting up and the sudden inertia of movement as the men began their delivery.