A New Beginning · Part 2 (2/2)
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s the bottom of the bed.
When I reached where it should have stopped, (judging from the night before) an extra chain was attached, going down to where it was locked to the bottom bedpost. SHIT@@!! I pulled, then harder, but we have a thick, 4 post bed, and a lock is a lock. As I look around the bedroom, I see a note on the dresser by the bathroom door. I roll (jingle) off the bed, and walk over and pick up the card.
"Good morning kitten. I said you were mine for the weekend, not just last night. In the top left drawer you will find your outfit to start today. FIRST: Your leash will reach the bathroom. Text me when you read this, and you then have an hour to shower, and do your make-up and hair as I like. Then and only then go to the dresser. I will be waiting. I expect you to wearing everything in the top dresser drawers from left to right. Don’t take longer or disappoint me in your appearance or you will be punished. It’s going to be a fun day.
Master……….
P. S. if you want this to stop, text me "STOP" and I will be up right away release you, and we will have a wonderful normal day. Mark"
"Master"….. The word rolled around in my head again. How long had I waited for this? How long had I wanted him to step outside the box and try this? I played with the chain. I tried to reach the bedroom/hallway door, but came up just short. I loved the feeling of the chain and collar at my neck. I let the leash stay taught for a few seconds, playfully fighting it, and then took a step back. And read the note again. "Master" I thought to myself again….
Deep breath, hold, huge sigh. I picked up my cell. "Master, Kitten is awake, I will be waiting in one hour". I put it down and walked to the bathroom. He clearly had measured everything. I could just reach the back and into the shower. I tried to hurry. (and yes, that little bells kept doing their thing if you are wondering). If you think about it, an hour is not a lot of time for a girl to get ready. I blew dry my hair, and started my makeup. SHIT 20 minutes left! I went out, opened the drawer. Inside was a black bra/thong-panty/garter/seamed stockings set. And the locking 5" heels from the night before with the locks. *sigh* my feet were still sore.
I put everything on very carefully, making sure everything was smooth, the seams were straight, everything perfect. Then in the next drawer was a very cute, very SHORT French Maids outfit. Classic, black, shirt fluffy sleeves, showing a lot of cleavage and ending inches above the stocking tops. I dressed quickly. 10 minutes. Then opened the other drawer.
Inside were a bright, shiny chrome 5 piece collar, cuff and anklet set. With chains connecting everything, and a short note. I was to put this on, and then and only then remove by existing collar, the keys to the leash chain were there, and transfer my leash to the new one.
I first put on the collar, it was a tight fit under the pink one I still had on. Then the ankle chains, and found I had about 18" between them, then my wrist, with about 12" of freedom. I found that I had to move my wrists to waist level to get them on, because of the chain that ran from the collar to my wrists to my ankles. I took a minute to see how much I could still move, and then remembered the collar. I took out the keys and reach up, and my hands stopped well short, I found if I moved my feet close together, I could almost reach my neck but nowhere near behind to undo the lock. I struggled a bit. Then, I thought if I sat, I would have more slack.
I did, and put my head down almost to the floor with my ass up in the air and finally got the lock to release, and took off my pink kitty collar I had on from when I got dressed the day before. It fell to the ground with a loud combination of chain and bell. I reached out with my cuffed hands, unlocked the leash, and reached up, and obediently clicked the lock shut on my new slave collar.
Just then his voice behind me said, "5 minutes late, but the show was more than worth it. It was so nice seeing your ass up like that trying to do what you had been ordered Kitten." I turn to face him, letting my leash run over my shoulder and down my back, still kneeling and looking down. "This one is sorry Master," trying to get into the role. "She did the best she could, and I sorry I failed your orders."
"We will address that later, let’s do downstairs". "Yes sir, I smiled". He then ordered me to stand up and come to him. As I did so, he stepped back. I followed, feeling the leash start to come off the ground, but I was ordered to follow. Just before it got tight he stopped. Good, stand still. Clever, he had me walk and pull the leash up off the ground so he would not have to bend down to reach it. He unlocked it where he had connected the extra chain to the bed, and lead me out of the bedroom to the hallway by my collar. I fought at the leash a bit. I did not like being lead like this, like a pet, even alone with him it would take some getting used to.
I followed him down the hallway, it was hard to walk with the heels and chains connected, and I stumbled a few times. Not enough to really trip, and he did not turn around, just keeping a steady pace and making me keep up with him on our way to the main part of the house.
We got to the living room, and I see he had breakfast laid out on the coffee table. He walked to the couch, and I went to sit down next to him, but he pulled me by the collar to the floor beside him. "Slaves kneel beside their masters, not sit next to them without permission". I sighed, enough for him to hear, and slowly knelt, but not fast enough as he pulled down on my collar again. "There, much better my pet"
I went to reach for something to drink from the table, but my chains caught my wrists well short. I wondered how I am going to do anything. "Sit still Kitten", for the first time I noticed he had not used my name at all today. It was Pet, slave, kitten…. Words to remind him, and me, of my status, and it was starting to have an effect. He took a glass of juice with a straw, and let me take a drink, and then fed me some fruit. The rest of breakfast was like this. Me kneeling and watching him eat, or waiting to be fed. He would play and make me stretch my neck and lips to reach what he decided to feed me, and I was getting more and more into it as it went along. And, more under his control.
After we were done he told me to gather the dishes and take them to the kitchen. "Really?" I thought, but ok. I got to my feet with a lot of noise and took some things out after a few trips back and forth. I played it up, trying to move as sexy as I could, bending so he could see down my top of the costume and such. The way I was chained, I had to move my feet together to manage to get the dishes on the counter. I came back for another trip, and as I bent down to pick up the rest, I got a sharp smack on my ass *crack!* "OUCH! I yelped.
"Damn you look hot in your little maid outfit kitten", he said. "Now be quiet and do the dishes like a good girl". As I walked by I got another smack. I guess he felt my butt cheeks had to match on how they stung. I squeaked this time, but kept as quiet as I could as I went to the kitchen.
'Ok… slaves do chores, so, I’ll play along', I thought to myself. Then, I discovered a new problem. Chained as I was, it was a real pain to reach everything! I had to keep my feel close together to get enough slack to reach up to the sink (at least the high heels helped a bit), and lower my neck to get enough slack that way to get things done.
I did not exactly hurry, and as I went on I started to fight with the chains more and more. Finally, when I was done, I tried to slip my wrists free. Not that it would have done a lot of good with my collar and ankles chained, but I had reached the point I wanted out.
"OK, I can see my pet needs a time out, come along, I have a surprise for you," Master said as he took my leash in his hand and gave a sharp pull. I did not know what he had planned, but I was pretty sure I would not like it. I pulled back with my neck, I tried to reach up out of reflex with my wrists to grab my leash-chain, but being still chained to my ankles I did not come close. I tried to step backwards. I knew I had no chance to keep him from pulling me where he wanted to take me, but I did not want to go without a fight. I felt another sharp pull at my throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to take a quick step forward. As I did, my ankle chains pulled tight, almost making me trip. Master chuckled a "now come along pet" and led me towards the garage.
As we got to the small storage closet just before the garage, he opened the door, Inside was a new one, very much like a cell door. He opened it before I could take a good look, and pulled me inside. The closet was about 6ft deep, and 3ft wide. With an air vent on top. Otherwise he had pretty much stripped it empty. When he pulled me to the back, he took my leash, and used a snap hook to attach it to a very sturdy eye-bolt that he had added about eye level to the very back wall. "There, that should do" he said as he smiled..
"When did you do all this?" I meekly asked.
"Oh, I have had the idea for a while kitten, I wanted you to have a room all your own here." He turned to walk out, and I slowly followed about half way. He really built a cell in his house for me. I thought. He’s really going to leave me here……. "but……."
"No buts… no arguments unless of course you want a gag also"
"No sir’ I said.
"Good" he said as he smiled and shut the door, and I could hear a lock shut. He turned, "Oh, here, I will hang the keys to your door and chains here, in case you want out," as he put them on a hook on the other side of the hall from the cell door. "Have fun kitten, I will be back later when you have learned to behave."
I half called out after him, then stopped. He would not have come back, and probably would have liked that anyway. I sighed, and looked around. I walked back and looked at the hook at the wall. I tried to reach up, but with my hands chained to my waist, I did not come close to reaching the simple snap hook he used to attach my leash. I jerked at my chains in frustration. I then walked to the door, as I got close, my leash got tight. I could just get my hands around the bars. It seemed he used some type of metal pipe for the bars, and 2×4’s for the frame, with a couple more going across and the bars through them. I stretched my fingers around the bars, and pulled.
It hardly gave, I strained at my cuffs, getting as good of a grip as I could, and pulled, again, then harder. I wanted out of this little cell. Nothing. I kicked the bottom of the door with my shoe in frustration causing a nice jingle from my ankle chains.
I walked back and forth a few times, trying to look out the door. But all I really could see was straight across the hall. I stared at my keys on the little hook. "Bastard" I thought. I pulled at my leash, I again strained at my wrist cuffs. Tried to slip my hands out again. Nothing gave of course. Its amazing how something as tiny as a lock key can keep you so secure. It’s also cruel to put the keys to your freedom so close and so far away at the same time. I was tired, I had been in these damn locked heels all morning and the night before and my feet were feeling it. I went to sit down, and found that to try and sit, I had to get closer to the wall.
To lay down I would have to be almost directly under the hook! I walked back to the wall, until my leash hung down, I took it in my hands and I pulled. Hard. I wanted to get out of something. Just free of one thing he had come up with. Have that much of a moral victory. But it did not even budge
I finally sat down. I felt even more owned, even more like his property, by having to get closer and closer to the back wall to relax. I looked at my outfit. There was no noise. No distractions. Just me and my thoughts. I considered how I was dressed now. Dressed as HE wanted. I looked at my wrists, then chain going to my ankles, and now that I was sitting I could reach up and feel my collar. My Slave collar as I thought of it. I listened to the sounds the metal made as I moved. I looked up at where the leash was connected to the wall again. Rocking my head back and forth and watching the chain move. The new door, knowing I was stuck.
Deep down, I knew he would never hurt me, I knew if I wanted this to stop, it would. No matter how much he enjoyed me like this. No matter how much fun he was having. In my head I started to enjoy how I was. I gently moved my hands along the cuffs at my wrists. I laid my head on the carpet of the closet. (Until now I never even noticed the new, soft carpet he put down!). I almost fell asleep, thinking about everything. Now and then I would look out at my keys, and smile. So close…. So far away……
I am not sure how long it was, but I could hear him come down the hallway. I got up to my knees and knelt, and got as close to the door as the leash would allow in that position, I stayed there, knees spread, hands on my knees, and looking to the floor. In my head something had changed. He wanted a slave for the weekend, or longer. He was going to get the best one he could ever dream of!
He came to the door, and I could hear him smile. "So, has kitten learned her lesson"
"Yes, sir, she has", I said, "and she also thanks your for her new room Sir".
"Do you like it?"
I shrugged, "I am sure it will be very useful and effective when you feel it’s needed Sir" I said.
"Good girl, Stand up and come along." As he went to unhook my leash from the wall.
"Sir?" I asked "Yes kitten"?
"Sir, may your kitten thank you for coming back and not making her wait here alone any longer?" He looked half confused for a second, as I looked at him, his belt and back and smiled.
"Such a good girl!!, I may have to lock you in your room more often!" he said as he started to undo his belt. I tried to move a bit closer, I think he enjoyed watching me stretch against the leash to reach him. I reached out and finished undoing his jeans, and pulled them down with my cuffed hands. He was rock hard, harder than I could ever remember even during sex! I kissed his tip gently, and used my tongue to run underneath. It actually felt exciting to fight my collar to do this. As if it was not my idea, like I was free to do anything and it was not really me. He came closer, and I took him in all the way. I reached up taking him in my cuffed hands. I wanted to make his knees buckle.
I thought here is just a little payback, making him stand while I gave him the best blowjob of his life while he had to stand!! I felt him strain as I worked on him, his happy moans made me smile, I loved the feel of his hands on my hair pulling me close. When he came I struggled to keep him in. I remember thinking slaves do this happily as he came inside my mouth. And I was sure to kiss and lick him more after he was done.
I again knelt as I had, hands on my knees, looking down, as I listen to him try and collect himself. He put his hand under my chain and lifted it to look up at him. "That was amazing kitten, you seem to be enjoying this more".
"Your slave is pleased you are happy, Master". And I smiled, and winked, (just so he knew I was all right). He reached over, and I felt him unhook my leash from the wall. FINALLY! I thought, as I could move away from the wall again. Its amazing how even getting a little freedom back, even while still chained, can feel so good.
He lead me back to the living room. Sat on the couch, and had my lay beside him with my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair, ran his hand over my body. Helping me relax. "I know you are aroused kitten, but you are not to touch yourself today until I say you may." Oh god! Its been how long, I just gave him the best head ever, and I have to hold out god knows how much longer!? "A slave waits until master says its time kitten" I sighed he was right. I was his.
"yes, of course Master" I said soiftly.
After a while he stood up, I rolled over, looking as sexy on the couch as I possibly could and up at him. "I need to leave for a bit Kitten".
Ok, let me sit up and take this stuff off me and I will do some house work while he’s gone. I stood, and he took the keys out of his pocket. It would be so nice to be free of this stuff after today and last night!. He released the leash chain from my collar, then for some reason released the connecting chain from my ankles next. I held out my wrists to him, but…
"I’ve got a better idea" he said. "Turn around, back to me Kitten".
I slowly did, I felt him unzip my skirt, letting it fall off my hips. He then took the loose portion of the chain, and put it around my waist, and through my legs! He had turned that part into a crotch-chain. I pulled my hands, and it pulled the front of the chain right into my pussy! Every time I stretched to grab or clean anything it was going to send more sensations right through me now!
"Wait, what!!, you can’t leave me like this!!" I protested.
"Ok kitten, you asked for this". He pulled a ballgag with a rubber panel from his pocket and told me to open.
"Wait, if you gag me hommphhhhhhhh"! My words got cut off as the ball went behind my teeth. "MMPHHHH!!!!!!!!" I pulled hard at my wrists in protests, with only made things worse.
"Kitten, I can’t have you chatting on the phone all day when you have work to do, can I? Besides, if anything happens, you can call, I am pretty sure I will know it’s you!" he laughed. "grrrpmmhhhhhh!" I growled. He turned me around, ran his hands over me, then bent down and slowly pulled up my mini-skirt, finishing with a sharp smack to my ass. EEKkmmphhhh! I squealed. "You get busy cleaning, I will be back soon. "
Ok, this was not part of the deal. Yeah, play with him here is fun but not this! I squealed behind my gag again. I pulled at my cuffs, I wanted out. "I know you want out but you look so cute, besides some alone-time like this will be good for you. I won’t be long." with that he left.
When the door closed, I got mad. I tried again anything I could think of to try and get lose, I tried to reach up to the gag. trying my trick from earlier of kneeling down but this time my hands were too close to my waist. DAMMIT!!!! I shouted though the gag! I was breathing heavily. All the pulling was making the crotch chain rub more and more, and that was even another distraction.
Another sigh, then my cell dinged a text…. "Kitten, stop fighting your chains, and get busy, I would hate to have to punish you for not getting your work done". That ass! I played with the wrist cuffs a little more, but they were not coming off. Well, I thought, I was dressed as a maid, and Saturday afternoons were my housework time, so ok. It sucks, but ok. I started the chores, couple loads of laundry, some dusting, and it was actually kinda fun and different. I could not wait for him to get home though, I was getting more and more "frustrated".
I worked for a bit more, and then the doorbell rang. Shit! Then again. *knock knock*. Please go away I thought,,, I can't answer like this!!!! Then another knock. I stood in the living room, almost afraid to move and be seen through a window. Then the sound of a doorknob turning.
"HELLO? " "girlfriend, where are you hiding" a familiar girls voice called out……
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