A Future Society

"I have a plan," she said, whispering so low it was barely a breath. "Mistress Eve said she would help me."

"What? Why?"

"She doesn't agree with the Madam," Anna said. Better to leave out the falling in love part. "Or with the Society. Will you be with me when I do it?"

Carla sipped her shake, knowing the cameras were watching. The Madam and her Mistresses were watching. Could probably hear them. Anna stared at her, blue eyes pleading.

"We're like sisters," she said. "As long as you don't leave me behind too."

"Never."

"So what do you plan to do?" Carla asked.

"Just listen closely."
Anna sat on the little stool in front of her vanity mirror, a pair of pink panties on her bottom, her breasts hanging loose. She had put the finishing touches of her makeup on, and she arched her back to get a better look at herself. She wondered if the hormones from the Collar caused her breasts to be a full C, to be so tender when touched, or if it was innate. Just something the Collar brought out. After all, not all girls got the size breasts she enjoyed. She stood up and admired her curves, her smooth bottom that was as round as the full moon, the little package hidden behind the lace of her panties. Little now, she thought. Bigger when excited. Did the Collar control that? Maybe nothing could. Why else would the Madam and the others keep it there?

To remind you of your true place. You're a second class citizen. A first class slave, said the little voice, almost a whisper.

"But I'm an awfully good looking woman," she said aloud.

"Indeed," said another voice. It was deep. A man's. Her Guardian. He stood like a sentry in her doorway, his own bulging erection peeking out of his loincloth. Mistress Eve stood beside him.

"We're to see the Madam. Are you set?" she asked, her eyes focused on Anna's.

Anna's fingers fiddled with her Collar, and she squirmed slightly on the stool.