A New Dawn

You awaken at dawn, to the early-morning rays of soft light on your face. The sound of movement above you tells you Mistress Liz is also stirring. It's time to start the first day of your new life.

"Good morning ****." Mistress Liz says, as she bends down to unlock your cage. "You're up already, I see. Good. If I need you to serve me, and you're unavailable FOR ANY REASON I will be very upset." Her voice was even and calm, but that just made the tone even more threatening. You nod my head rapidly. You crawl out of the cage and begin to stretch. "You will be on all fours at all times whilst in my presence." Mistress Liz says, sneering down at you. "At least for now. Walking upright is a privilege that must be earned. I've laid out some clothes for you on the couch, put them on." You comply. The clothes are quite similar to what you'd normally wear anyway. Grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt and a dark blue hoodie. It's pleasantly surprising, you thought Mistress Liz would have you wearing weird, kinky fetish outfits or something, maybe a bit of latex at least. Breakfast is remarkably normal too. A large bowl of Coco-Pops and a large glass of orange juice. Mistress Liz does have you take three large tablets. She says they're multivitamins.
"I got some dieticians to carefully formulate a meal plan. This food, and these tablets should give you all the nutrients necessary to sustain you. The food still has calories, however, and you need to lose some weight, so it's time for a workout."

Mistress Liz leads you down the hall, to the second door on the right. It's a fully-equipped home gym. Clearly no expense has been spared, it has everything. Mistress Liz looks you over, a look of disgust on her face.
"Who would do this to their body? I'm guessing you never worked out, or went to the gym. You're a pathetic couch-potato who'd rather spend time jerking off to celebrity fakes than putting in the time and effort to improve himself. This will not continue. You need to be more disciplined. That is why your training starts today. Remember I told you I can mimic the effects of Scarlet Witch's powers. That's what I'm going to do. I am going to climb inside your mind and make you physically incapable of disobeying me. You know it's what you truly desire. You'll start with the treadmill for 30 minutes, then the rowing machine for another 30. If you fail to do the full 60 minutes, you will be punished. If you adjust the settings on the machines, you will be punished. You may not listen to music. I have however, recorded a track of myself saying motivational things. It's your choice to listen to that or not. Begin."

With that, she the treadmill starts up, slowly at first, doing a five-minute warm-up. You decide that something to listen to is better than nothing, so you put the earphones in and hear Mistress Liz's sultry voice saying Come on you pathetic bitch, you're better than this. Obviously she means something different by the word 'motivational'.

Just as your warmup ends and the treadmill speeds up, Mistress Liz re-enters, holding a drink bottle and wearing black yoga pants and a light blue tank top, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She puts in some headphones of her own and begins to do yoga. You get distracted more than once watching Mistress Liz twist and contort herself, sweat glistening off her skin and her ass looking firm and perky in those yoga pants. Truth be told it's probably what gets you through. It's a brutal workout session for someone as out of shape as you are, but you feel a sense of pride that you completed the whole workout.

"I'll admit, I didn't think you had it in you." She said. "I'm happy to see I was proven wrong. The workouts will only get harder. I'll get you back in shape soon enough. Then, once you're looking decent, maybe I can take you out in public with me. Would you like that? Would you like the whole world to know that you're my little **** bitch?" You don't answer. You know deep down that some part of you would like that. "Anyway, that's later. Right now. The next phase of your training begins. Follow me. Oh, and you won't need clothes for it, so you can just leave those here. Somewhat hesitantly, you strip, and leave the sweaty tracksuit on the floor. "Someone will come and collect that later." Mistress Liz says.

You crawl after Mistress Liz as she leads the way back down the hall, your exposed balls swinging slightly. She stops at a large steel door, turning the handle and opening it easily, despite how heavy it looks.
"In." She says. Beckoning to the dark room. You hasten to obey. She slams the door behind you, plunging you into darkness.

CLICK the room illuminates and Mistress Liz is holding a remote-control. The room contains nothing but a flimsy wooden chair and the largest flat-screen monitor you've ever seen. It's floor-to ceiling stuff. "Sit." Mistress Liz commands, tapping the chair. You comply. She ties your hands behind your back, and looks at you with a wicked smile on her face.
"Now, I need to get on with my day, I have some things to do. An interview with Marie Claire I believe, so I'll be leaving you here to watch some videos. I want you to see nothing else and think of nothing else until I return."

You hear the door slam as Mistress Liz leaves. You are alone in the dark, tied to a chair, and very cold.
Then a bright light assails your retinas as the screen turns on.