The solicitor arrived ten minutes late. 'Busy traffic on the ring road again' he said by way of excuse 'I just don't know why they have those bus lanes, they actually slow everything down. OK, which of you two is the lucky lady' he glanced at Connie when he said that last sentence but when he found out it was Lavinia he could not disguise his surprise.

'Business' said David, without elaborating.

The solicitor clearly understood that Lavinia had something David wanted and that was the reason for her enslavement. He thought that nobody would enslave her for any other reason, with those looks.

'Pee into this please' said the solicitor passing a small sample bottle to Lavinia.

Ten minutes later, Lavinia was a registered slave of Daresbury Global Holdings and the solicitor said 'You can strip now.'

Lavinia stood up and divested herself of her cardigan and jumper and took off her skirt. David was still trying to summon up his courage to do what he had promised. As Lavinia stood up and began to undress, he began to have doubts whether he could perform with such an ugly woman, or rather he doubted that he wanted to perform for her. She was down to her underwear, before he could form the phrase 'Never in a million years' and chicken out.

The phrase did not materialise from his lips. As she began to put on the leather hood - the type that had press stud fittings for a blindfold and a gag - he was too busy looking at her figure and then her underwear. The shapeless clothes had disguised an attractive figure with larger than average breasts and good legs, but it was the underwear that won out. It was a classic 1960's rubber corselet. It looked original too. It was the kind that women who were not fetishists actually bought to make themselves look slimmer. She noticed his mouth remaining open, and took the opportunity to say that she had about 60 corsets, bras and corselets by the same manufacturer. They were originally her grandmother's and she had kept them in their original packaging and sealed in airtight containers. Her mother had never used them and was on the verge of throwing them out when the car accident had happened. 'I always wear one, now', she said, handing some rope to David.

Connie had tried to make an excuse to leave and give them privacy. 'Please don't' said Lavinia, when she was hooded and tied. 'I want someone who can swear this actually happened and regularly remind me about it.'

Instead Connie had found herself securing the blindfold and penis gag to their respective press studs. The next fifteen minutes proved to be extraordinary. Although Lavinia had said she was a virgin and he had actually felt her hymen break, her control over her vagina was unlike any other woman that he had met. Three times she had taken him to the verge of an orgasm and three times she had changed her pattern of massage so that he had slid back. On the fourth occasion she slowly and then relentlessly built him up and then with a flourish of muscular control took him over the edge.

He was still suffering from something akin to culture shock as he withdrew. Connie, removed the blindfold and gag only for Lavinia to beg to clean his cock. She took him inside her mouth and did just that, then held it there till he began to wilt,

'Thank you', she said. Then she sighed with absolute contentment. 'I'd love to be available in your suck bar, with the hood of course but I will understand if that's out of the question. You have just done the one thing that I have always wanted, more than anything else in the world'

'Well I guess I must never judge a book by its cover,' said David. 'You were amazingly good for a beginner. And you'd definitely cut it at Suks*N*Fuks, But what about the designs, that's what I've paid for.'

'I'm good at designing but not so good at business. I would have had to sell the business anyway. I promised you that I would provide designs and that is just what I will do. All I'm asking is to be useful in a second way, as well. I've got a lot of catching up to do.'