You hobble up the stairs to the room where you changed to find your clothes gone, a clean towel waiting for you in its place. Finding a small bathroom connected to the bedroom you changed in, you peel off your leather outfit and slide into the shower. The warm water washes away your sweat and alleviates some of the tension in your muscles. As you wash yourself, you notice a small whirring noise above you and to the left. You look up to see a waterproof camera taping your shower and a voice calling to you from an unseen speaker. “Yes, I can see you, . Go ahead and wash your hair. I’m just here to enjoy the show.”
Shaking your head sadly, you look for the shampoo…and find nothing but Lavender and Vanilla Herbal Essence. With a sigh of resignation, you wash your hair, going as quickly as you can while making sure all of the soap is washed out. You quickly turn off the water and step out of the shower, drying off with the towel before wrapping it modestly around your waist. When you walk back in the bedroom, you find sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a deep purple, very transparent negligee. In her hand she holds the collar you wore earlier in the evening.
“For the remainder of your stay, this will be your attire. The moment you come home, you are to come up here, undress, and put your collar on. You will wear the collar until the following morning when you shower and dress for work. Any changes to this ruling must come directly from me. Is that understood?”
“Yeah,” you blandly answer.
“The proper response is ‘Yes, mistress’ or ‘Yes, .’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, .”
“Good. Now come to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow.” Once you lay down, pulls out a pair of leather straps that she uses to tie your chest, arms, and legs down to the bed. Making sure you are secure on your back and cannot wriggle free but that the ropes will not burn or hurt you, she tosses off her negligee so she stands before you completely naked, giving you ample time to admire her luscious curves as she brushes out her hair. Then she turns out the light and climbs into bed, using you for a body pillow, her warm, soft skin all over every part of your body at least once during the night…all except for your throbbing shaft.
You awake still tied to the bed, your shaft tired and sore but still deeply in need of attention. comes into the room and unties you. “Go take a shower and get ready for work,” she says as she stands before you, fully clothed. ‘There is the cab fare on the kitchen table and some bagels and coffee downstairs. Don’t be late. I have a big day planned for you.”
Between the ominous feeling of going to work and the lack of sleep, you feel a bit clumsy and drowsy as you enter the office building. As you go to your room on the third floor, you can’t help but notice that every woman you pass seems to be sneaking glances at you and giggling behind your back. Finally, you make it to the sanctum of your office. You close the door and check your calendar. You have a meeting after lunch but nothing else until then, so you lock the door and lean your chair back, hoping to catch a quick nap. Just as you are about to doze off, however, the phone rings. |