"Nice collar" said the red-headed girl. "Your domme give it to you?"
Mandy tensed. Not everyone was accepting of the lifestyle she had freely chosen.
"Relax" said the red-haired girl and flashed a tattoo on the inside of her left arm reading "This ass belongs to Luisa." "I'm another stray sheep." she said.
"Stray sheep?" Mandy asked.
"Subs attending school away from our dommes. We have a support group meeting every Friday night if you want to come, and your mistress says its OK."
Mandy relaxed. It felt good to know that others were going through what she was. Over the next half hour she heard her new friend, whose name was Sissy, tell her story.
Before the Change, Sissy began, I was a pretty big wheel in the world of right-wing evangelicalism. I wasn't one of the truly big names, but if you followed right-wing evangelical politics seriously you would know of me. I had a megachurch that was a regular stop for Republican Presidential candidates in my state. And I was a bastard. I routinely sexually harassed the women who worked for me, I was personally corrupt, living high on the hog from donations made by people who were poor compared to me. I thought that this is what God wanted for me because I was fighting for him against the queers and the liberals and the feminists and the Muslims and so on.
And then the Change happened. Everything I had built my life on collapsed. My wife, who I had treated very badly, felt free to leave me, so she did. My congregation melted away because as a girl, I didn't have the charisma and I didn't have an explanation for why the God I had been preaching all these years would do this. With the loss of my income stream the banks closed in--not much changed about them!--and I lost everything. Six months after the Change I was on the verge of homelessness.
And Luisa, who had been the cleaning lady at my office in the cathedral before the change, took me in. I had treated her very badly, not sexually harassing--she was old and not attractive to me before the Change--but bullying her and subjecting her to racist jokes. But the change had brought out a new side to her personality as well. She dominated me, making me do the housekeeping and holding me to exacting standards. She gave me the name Sissy, to remind me that I had become the thing I most despised. She put me in a maid's uniform. She spanked me when I failed her, which at the beginning was often. And after a week of this I realized that I was happier than I had ever been in my life. That night I went down on Mistress Luisa for the first time. It was the first time I had ever had sex trying to please my partner rather than myself.
She sent me here to continue my re-education. She picks my courses. I'm taking classes in everything the old me most despised--evolutionary biology, the history of feminist thought, and a religious studies class on Hinduism. I'm actually thinking of converting--it's Kali's universe, not Jehovah's.