Setting down ground rules

She turns you over like a fish, producing a key and unlocking the thick steel collar that you spent the night in. She then puts a leather collar around your neck, with d-rings at the front and sides, padlocking it at the back. She does the same to your wrists and ankles, cuffing and padlocking them. She slides a ball gag into your mouth, buckling it. “Don’t need you getting all mouthy now.”

She tugs on a leash, pulling you out of your isolation and into a dungeon, which mixes the austere with an industrial feel, while the signs buzz on the wall. Through a curtain you can only surmise leads to more of the dungeon, though for now you are kept here.She quickly chains you down by your wrists and ankles to an area right in front of her throne, which she takes a seat on.

She no longer wears the suit jacket, blouse and pants you met her in. She’s now wearing a latex catsuit that accentuates all of her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination, her firm, perky breasts held up by a corset with her sex and ass being kept from view by a zipper, and on her feet were a pair of military-style combat boots. Her face was the same as ever, perhaps even more beautiful, due to makeup she was wearing.

“I am going to keep you for 72 hours, my sweet, and then let you go. If you decide to come back to me, then perhaps we can make this a little more…permanent. While you are here, I am Mistress, Domina, Mistress V, or Domina V. You are not to speak unless I asked a question, and must end all sentences by addressing me properly. If not adhered to, then you will taste punishment.”

She bit her lip sensually, then stood. “Now it’s time to dress you up!”