Cara Delevingne

Emma woke the following morning to found herself bound tightly with ropes. She'd had difficulty getting to sleep the previous night and had obviously overslept. Hutchinson and Robertson were getting her ready for transport to her new temporary home. They said nothing as they worked. Pretty soon Emma was bound to their satisfaction, and they carried her down in the lift to an underground parking garage. Charlie was waiting there, chatting to an attractive blonde woman Emma had never seen before.
"Ah, Emma. There you are." Charlie said. "Sorry for the rude awakening, but your new master was insistent.
"I hope this isn't a reflection on what I can expect Charlie." The woman said in a sharp voice.
"Certainly not." Charlie said dismissively, then turned his attention back to Emma. "Emma, this is your new master. For the next month, you are hers, she will explain her rules and what will happen if you disobey them. I expect you to be good Emma. If you behave yourself, then it will reflect well on me." Emma was surprised that Charlie was giving her to a woman, but then she thought about it and couldn't remember Charlie actually using any gender-specific pronouns. She'd just kind of assumed it would be a guy, but obviously there were women in The Society who liked to collect latex slaves as well.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The woman snapped impatiently at Hutchinson and Robertson, whilst impatiently tapping her beige pumps. "Put her in the car." She indicated a car parked a short distance away, painted white, with dark tinted windows. The two men carried Emma over to the car, but as Hutchinson reached down to open the back door, the woman shrieked "Not there you fools." She pressed a button on her key fob and the trunk opened. The two men bundled Emma into the trunk of the car, and she did not look happy about it. Charlie caught one last, pleading look on her face before the trunk slammed shut.

Charlie sighed, and confronted the woman.
"And mine?" He said, not quite as sharply as the woman, but still stern enough to show that he wouldn't be pushed around. The woman pushed another button and the back left door opened. Out stepped a beautiful latex-clad supermodel. The latest addition to his collection.
Cara Delevingne.

"She's beautiful." Charlie said to the blonde woman. "I knew you'd deliver."
"I always do. You're moving up in the world Charlie. Let me know if you want to trade again." The woman said. The deal done, the woman slid into the back seat of her car and it silently pulled away. Charlie turned his attention to his new ****.
"As, I said before, you are beautiful. It's certainly a bold choice of outfit. I can practically see myself in your outfit. Did your previous mistress give you any autonomy over your outfits?" Cara shook her head. "Well, I do give my slaves some autonomy, so you won't have to wear that outfit all the time." He paused, deep in thought. "You know what; Felicity's been with me longer, so I was going to give her the penthouse, but in that outfit, and in this light, you do look stunning, so maybe you should have it." Charlie rubbed his temples slowly, then an idea seemed to come to him.
"Robertson, you've been with me the longest, correct?" He asked.
"Yes sir, just on twenty-nine years now sir." Robertson replied.
"Hmmm. I can't make up my mind. You may decide. Take Cara to a cell and let Felicity have the penthouse, or take Cara directly to the penthouse. It's up to you." By way of an answer Robertson gave an informal salute to show he understood. He was a military man at heart.
Charlie smiled to himself as he watched Cara depart. He'd had to give up a lot to get her, but right now, he couldn't help but think he'd got a very good deal.