Bring out the gimp!

As you exit into the dressing room, you see the same outfit that you were wearing when you woke up, with some additions, such as a hood and different gag. One of your servants is there, **** 1 as she is known, the longest serving **** in your pay. She is your head servant, designated **** 1, and is in charge of all the other staff of the grounds. **** 1 is in her early thirties, with fashionable long black hair topped by red tips, and half her head shaved. She is a dominating figure, a head taller than you with a figure reminiscent of a Valkyrie. She is a switch like most of your servants, though is one of the biggest masochist you have ever met, easily able to cum just from a mixture of pain and bondage. But when she doms, she loves focusing on mind games, emphasizing humiliation or physical domination. Right now, **** 1 is wearing her full body latex maid outfit which hides her tanned skin under the black and white layers of latex. Only her deep burgundy lips and warm brown eyes are visible from her hood other than the tight black ponytail coming from the back. “Good morning, slut.” She emphasized that last word.

You gulp, but move to submit yourself to the tender ministrations of **** 1. She lubes you up, and slips on a neck-entry back-zip black catsuit which she also lubes up. She slips a hood on you, tucking your hair into the hood, then zipping it shut. The latex is cool on your face, and that is not all. **** 1 puts on a latex straitjacket, and straps it shut. She then jerks you around like a ragdoll, testing the tightness of the jacket. It is further tightened til there is no slack, but not cutting off blood circulation. You also noticed that she put a body harness on you, with thigh and bicep straps. You are bent over, ass out, and the crotch zipper opened. She fondles your balls in the plastic pink cage, and also inserts her fingers into you ass, and she’s able to fit four fingers in there, which isn’t a surprise, owing to your kinky lifestyle. She inserts a dildo into the space, lubed up and ties a string around your balls, zipping up the crotch. The final elements she sits you down for. Boots for your feet, with leg irons and foot harnesses, and a muzzle for your head and mouth.

You are dragged over to a full-body mirror so you can examine yourself. You are a black, shiny androgynous figure, covered in straps, buckles, and chains, unable to move an inch, no matter how hard you struggle. “You look perfect. Now let’s take you to Mistress.” She clips a leash to your collar, and slowly, you follow her determined strides. Your pace is set by the leg cuffs, which is a walk, for sure, but **** 1 makes sure to drag you throughout your house, so everyone can get a glance at their Master in full Locktober regalia.

Your wife has the SUV ready and you are put in the passenger seat, with your chain leash wrapped around the headrest of the seat. Your legcuffs are padlocked to the chair bar which would usually allow you to adjust the leg room. Your wife is handed the key ring to all your padlocks and cuffs, and puts them in the center console. “Time to have fun dear, but before we go…” She whips out a tiny remote and presses the button on it, activating the now-vibrating dildo in your ass, then she’s moving out the driveway at a decent pace.