Quietly, as instructed

You emerge from the garage, doing your best to keep up with Amber - she's so much taller than you even without her heels that she easily outpaces you. You try not to stare at powerful muscles of her back, her thighs, her ass as she leads you forward, try not to be entranced by their lithe shifting underneath her dress, try not to get erect imaging all the things you could do to you, might do to you...

She stops suddenly and you only barely manage to avoid colliding with her - thank God, you can't imagine that would go unpunished.

"Here is the kitchen, where you will prepare my meals. It is your duty to ensure it is always spotless, always perfect, and that meals are always on time and of the quality your Mistress deserves." You almost miss the instructions as you take in the kitchen - it's massive, tastefully done, way nicer than the little appliances back at your apartment. You don't know what you were expecting, but this is a level of extravagance beyond what you thought she could afford. But not above what she deserves, you think, and then wonder where that thought came from...

"Next is the lounge. Here is where I relax, and where you will fix me a drink if I so choose." It's a similarly large room, apportioned with large leather sofas, an open fireplace, and a bearskin rug. "You may not sit in this room. You will only enter it to serve me."

She leads you on to the stairs, pointing to the basement. "Down there is the gym. I take good care of my body, and I demand that my girls do the same." Wait... girls? She moves on before you can ask. "You're well-proportioned, but you waste it with your laziness. You will begin exercising every day, or you will see the inside of the other room in the basement... the punishment room." She smiles down at you, her eyes shining, practically inviting you to ask-

"What's... what's in the punishment room?" you barely whisper the words. Still smiling, Amber steps closer, pushing you against the wall just by her sheer presence. You stare up into her eyes as she cups your ass gently in her hands - -and then pinches your cheek.

You yelp as she winks. "No spoilers!" She leads you upstairs, to the final room of the tour-

The door opens on a bedroom done up in girlish pinks, the bed covered in a furry white comforter and a large desk with a prominent vanity dominating one corner of the room. "You will sleep here. You will find your clothes in the closet. Now disrobe."

You want to ask questions, but her stare alone is so powerful you take off your clothes and hand them to her. She keeps staring at you, and you realize you've left your boxers on.

"Sorry, Mistress!" you quickly apologize as you wriggle them off, every curve of your feminine figure fully on display, right down to your undersized cock.

"Oh look at you doll. You're just so... ripe," she offers as she pats your cheek, stepping in close. For a second, staring into her eyes, you think she's about to kiss you... until you hear the *CLICK* and a hard, cold plastic encircle your dick.

The high honeyed bells of Amber's laugh chime as she walks away, leaving you naked, your dick caged, in the house of this dominant queen. She pauses to admire you from the doorway-

"You really were born to be my bitch, weren't you? Sleep well, doll, your life begins tomorrow."

And with that the door closes behind her. Your first glance is to the windows - barred, as you expected. You sniff the air - a thick, girly perfume rests across the whole space. Naked, you head for the closet, hoping there will be something normal you can wear-