You open the door and walk into the room

You walk into what appears to be Shonda's master bedroom. It's quite large, with three doors that exit from it, one of which is solid, the other two slatted, one of the slatted doors having a heavy padlock on the exterior. She has a large four-post bed against one wall, a lovely dresser and wardrobe set, a matching vanity and full-length mirror, and the room is very tastefully decorated with large panel windows along the exterior wall that give a wonderful amount of natural light. Shonda is sitting at the vanity, removing her earrings, jewelry, and makeup.

Looking at you through the mirror, Shonda points to the floor next to the door. "Kneel there and stay," she says casually. You shut the door behind you, and get on your knees. The cage between your legs feels uncomfortable when you close your legs, so you leave them slightly spread and your genitals dangle in plain view. You're not sure what to do with your arms in this position, so you simply place them in your lap.

"Good enough," Shonda says, continuing to remove her makeup. She continues, "here are the rules. No clothes, calling me ma'am, don't sit on the furniture, you already know. Other than that, don't speak unless spoken to, do as you're told immediately and if you have a question ask it immediately, you don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you to, and if anything makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you need it to stop, you say 'velveteen'. If, when anything else comes up, we'll address it as it does. Do you understand, or need anything repeated or explained to you?"

You take a moment to let what she said sink in. Thinking about it, you say, "yes ma'am, I think so".

Shonda says back, "this isn't an 'I think so' situation, you understand or you don't. I want to hear a 'yes ma'am' if you understand the rules, or a 'no ma'am' if you don't, and I'll explain them to you more clearly. So do you understand?"

You take another moment to think, and say, "yes ma'am".

Shonda continues. "This is what you can expect from me. I may spank you, crop you, paddle you, or flog you. I may tie you up or cuff you, as a part of any bondage furniture I want and decide you're capable of handling. I may verbally or physically humiliate or berate you, or **** you to perform domestic tasks or household labor. And...I may restrain you and **** you to watch certain adult videos to tease and humiliate you. I may **** you to watch me play with Bunny in person.

"I will not expect you to play with Bunny. I will not use needles or knives on you, nor engage in any fluid exchange. If I play with you directly, there will be barriers and other safety precautions I deem necessary. I will not engage in any breath play, longer-term bondage, or full-body restraint.

"Those are the terms I negotiated with Alice as part of your stay here. Are there any parts of that to which you object?"

You think about it, and say, "no, ma'am".

Shonda turns and looks at you, "now, last chance: do you fully understand what I've just told you, and consent to those terms?"

Nothing she said sounds particularly objectionable, and her seriousness on the matter actually comforts you somewhat even though her directness puts you a bit on edge. You say, "yes, ma'am".

Shonda says, "good". She gets up and begins taking her clothes off, all but ignoring your presence in the room.

She unbuttons her blouse, setting it on the bed, then unzips her skirt and slips it off. She is wearing a red lace bra and thong set, with black thigh-high stockings. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and allowing her ample, teardrop-shaped, bosom to bounce free. She slips her thumbs beneath her thong, pulling it down and stepping out of it, revealing her manicured triangle of pubic hair. Finally, she removes her stockings, setting them along with the rest of the clothing on the bed.

She carries the clothing to one of the slatted doors, the one without the padlock, and enters what appears to be a walk-in closet. She puts her clothing in different hampers, and exits back into the bedroom. Her ample breasts and bubble butt jiggle enticingly as she walks, and you begin to feel slightly uncomfortable as your arousal grows, restrained as it is by your cage.

Finally, she opens the solid door, and says to you, "come". She waits by the door as you stand and walk over, and she walks into a lovely master bathroom that is luxuriously decorated, with the usual toilet furniture, as well as a walk-in rainfall shower, whirlpool bath, and bidet. There is even a skylight overhead.

You follow her in, and she points to the toilet, saying, "sit". You put the toilet lid down and sit on the toilet, and watch as Shonda steps into the rainfall shower. She gets herself wet and starts to rub her dark, luxurious skin, and says, "I love this thing...I always love a shower after work, but these rainfall showers take it to the next level...you ever been in one of these, boy?"

It takes you a moment to realize she's addressing you, and you say, "oh...no ma'am, I haven't".

Shonda says, "that's a shame, you should really try it sometime...they're amazing. I'm never going back to a regular shower after this." Shonda doesn't lather herself with soap, but she takes care to wash her entire body, massaging her shoulders and arms a bit as she goes.

"You good at giving massages?" she asks.

You perk up, hoping for a moment you might get to touch her and feeling another spike of constrained arousal. "I like to think so, ma'am...I mean, yes ma'am," you say.

"I'll keep that in mind," she says. After a couple more minutes, she shuts the water off and points to a cabinet. "Bring me a towel," she says. You do, and stand there as Shonda dries herself. She says, "come", and leads you back out to the bedroom, where she puts on a short, silk, robe. After, she reaches in her wardrobe, taking a thin leather leash out of it, and walks over.

Shonda walks around you, "saying, you've done a good job so far, boy...I think you're a natural sub," she says, caressing your freshly-shaven skin. You shudder a bit at her gentle touch, and your cock strains against the metal cage. Her hands wander up and down your chest, over your arms, and down your back where she gets your butt a gentle, sensual, squeeze.

She presses her body against your back, rubbing her ample breasts up and down your back. Her hands wander around your hips and over your groin, where she kneads your balls and feels your caged cock. She giggles into your ear, feeling how her teasing has left you aroused but denied. Then, she attaches the leash to your collar with a quiet, metallic click, and walks towards the door, giving it a gentle tug.