Home Bound

As you pull up to your house you could see the family SUV already parked in the driveway and Fiona's Honda out front. They had beaten you home. You suspected Peg purposely drove slower in order to have that conversation with you. Arm in arm you let your Aunt lead you across the yard. Out of the corner of your eye you see a face in one of the neighbors windows. You look and give them a friendly smile. A scowl is returned and the curtains are quickly drawn shut. Looks like the neighbors had seen the news. You ignore it, nothing was going to dampen your mood now.

Looking back at the house you realize this was the first time you had seen it since that nightmare night you and Fiona had fled to escape Elsie. Thankfully far more good memories lived here than bad. You were happy to see the old place. You were going to miss it after the move, it was the only home you had ever known.

You are barely through the door when you are rushed by hugging arms and smooching lips. You mother, little sister, and cousin are all over you. They are all smiles as they excitedly welcome you home again. You laugh happily among all the attention. There was someone missing though. Elsie senses your confusion and lays a hand on your shoulder. She gestures up the stairs.

There she was. At the top of the stairs looking down upon the happy throng was your Goddess. Her legs were planted shoulder width apart and her hands were on her hips. She wore a black faux leather bustier along with a matching short skirt. The outfit hugged her stunning form wonderfully. Her long shapely legs were covered by see through black stockings and seemed to stretch on forever. Thin straps over her shoulders held the bustier up. Her hair was perfect. Her lips a crimson red and dark eye shadow ringed her intense hazel eyes. She was a vision from another time and place. Goddess was truly the only word that seemed appropriate.

You let out gasp of awe. "Goddess!"

Your mother groans. "Oh God. Not this already. Stop that Jesse."

Your sister ignores her. "Boy! Come to me."

You look around at the faces around you. Peg stood back and seemed curious to see what would happen. Your mother shook her head, obviously not wanting you to listen to your sister. Chloe just stared up at Fiona with a wide toothy grin. While El was looking at you with encouraging excitement, urging you to go.

"Yes Mistress." You say with an overflowing heart.

"Ohhh honey, no." Your mother objects.

"Let them be Helen." Peg whispers.

You disentangle yourself from the group and start your way up the stairs.

"Hands and knees ****." Your Mistress commands.

"Fiona!" Your mother says, but she is immediately shushed by the others.

You kneel down and put your hands out in front of you. You crawl up the stairs toward her. She nods approvingly then turns on the ball of her foot and strides with purpose into your room. You follow on your hands and knees.

Behind you your mother gripes. "This is ridiculous."

"I think it's romantic." Elsie counters.

"I think it's HOT!" Chloe chimes in. "I want a boy now too!"

You leave them to their conversation and crawl into the hallway then make the turn into your room. There your Mistress awaited you. You are surprised to see she had done some major changes to your room in your absence. The biggest of which was the queen sized bed that now dominated the space. It was Fiona's bed. Yours was gone. There was also a new dresser beside your own and a lot of your stuff had been cleaned out. Looks like Fiona had moved in with you.

You go to ask her about it but when you see what was in her hands you are struck mute. She held a thick black leather collar with a shiny metal ring at the front. She held the collar. Your collar. The collar she had kept in that wooden box and shown you that night seven weeks back. Wasting no more time you crawl to her feet and await further instruction.

"Stand." You do so though you keep your head bowed. She now towered over you. Her voice, suddenly soft, says. "Look at me Jesse."

You look up into her clear hazel eyes. Love shines back at you.

"Is this what you really want?" She whispers.

You nod and say proudly. "Yes Mistress."

She smiles. "Good boy." You felt like you might just burst from happiness.

Reaching forward she slips the leather collar around your neck and fastens it snugly. It felt so fucking right. Reaching up you adjust it a bit and let your fingers feel the cold metal ring at the front. She watches you. Both of you stood quiet and absorbed this important moment, each of you recognizing its significance.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She then straightens up, her face hardening into the mask of dominance she could slip on and off at will. "Are you feeling strong? Healthy?"

"Yes Mistress." You bow your head. "I am not at one hundred percent though. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for things you have no control over." She says. "Take off your clothes."

You do so quickly, keenly aware of her hungry eyes watching you. Before long you stand before her in only your collar. She gives you a good long look up and down. Just her eyes running over you was exhilarating. She runs a finger over your flesh, tickling you. Keeping your head bowed you let out a giggle. She then traces the finger over the healing wound and the two small surgery incision on your side.

"You're healing well. If we look after these there won't be much scarring at all."

"Yes Mistress."

She traces up and around your nipple. "Your tits are unblemished. They are still beautiful. This pleases me."

There is a surge of blood to your privates at her compliment. "Thank you Mistress."

"Hmmmm." She is quiet a moment. "I know I said I would wait until you completely healed...hmmmm. You do look damn good though..."

You tremble excitedly. Her caressing fingers were sending crackling bolts through your body.

"Perhaps if I am gentle...hmmmm..."

Your dick twitches in response. "I am ready Mistress." You let out in a gasp.

"Hmmm." You knew she wanted you but she was afraid of hurting you. Reaching onto the dresser she picks a leash. You recognize it. It was the leash you, El, and Zoey had chosen a week ago when you did your online shopping. The order had come in. The leash was black for most of its length but was powder blue with small shiny studs at the handle and the clip end. She clips the leash to the collar then begins to walk. "I want to show you something."

Without letting the leash go taut you fall in behind her and follow. She takes you just a few steps down the hall to Fiona's room. Taking her key she unlocks the door and slowly swings to door open in front of you. You are surprised to see the room dark and nearly empty.

"What...?"

Fiona explains. "Elsie destroyed most of my stuff that night we escaped." She then gives your leash a tug and walks in. You follow. She clicks on the light.

"Ohhhh!" The room wasn't empty at all! Your eyes widen as you see on the far wall to your right a large heavy wooden X. Steel rings hung from the cross near the ends and the whole thing leaned back against two solid looks legs. It kind of looked like some sort of giant painter's easel but you knew its purpose was for bondage. Beside it was a stout waist high table with a padded bench tucked under it. Coils of ropes and straps hung on the wall and poking through the ceiling was a gleaming steel hook. A full length mirror sat just to your left. Beside it was three foot high metal cage akin to a dog kennel. To your right was an elaborate high backed chair that looked more related to a throne for royalty than a regular chair. The window was covered with a blackout curtain which gave the place a subterranean feel.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that, with the exception of the chair, all of this was for you! "Ohhhhhh!"

Fiona smirks, obviously satisfied with your reaction. "Look in the closet my love." She gives your leash a quick tug.

"Yes Mistress."

Hurrying to the closet you open it up. "Ohhhhhh!"

Inside was a treasure trove of BDSM equipment. Floggers, gags, clamps, blindfolds, bars, restraints, hooks, and more. All hung up or laid out with immaculate care. Taking pride of place however was a long black and red leather riding crop. You reach out and tentatively run a finger down its length.

"You'll feel it's bite soon enough." Fiona says.

"You did all this?" You turn and look around.

She shrugs as if it was no big deal. "I had some stuff from my old job. I had to put it somewhere." She then pulls on your leash. You close the door to the closet and approach her. Looking down into you shy says. "We'll have a proper dungeon at some point. I promise you."

This WASN'T a proper dungeon??? This was amazing!

"Thank you Mistress." You say softly. "I love it. I love it all."

She smiles and kisses you all too briefly, she sneaks in a little squeeze of your bare ass in the process. "You're welcome."

"Mmmm." You grin like a fool.

Turning from you she says. "Come pet, everyone is here to see you. Let's let them see you."

"Uhhh..." You hesitate a second but as the leash reaches its full length you are pulled along with irresistible strength.

Wearing only a leather collar on your soft pale body you hurry to follow your sister back downstairs to see your family. Your half erect penis bobs and sways in front of you as you go.