Crawl in.

You drop down to your knees on the cold concrete floor of the garage, and then to your hands and knees. She walks in and gives the leash a tug. She closes the door when you get out of the way, and then walks briskly with her boots across the kitchen coercing you along the way. You are relieved when you reach the carpet of the living room, but then you see the metal stocks on the floor in the middle. She tugs harder as you slow down, and guides you into the stocks.

"Ms Connor." You say unsure.

"Did I tell you to talk bitch?" She snaps at you. "I said. My house, my rules." She paused for emphasis. "Do you want to go back home?" Her voice asked impatiently.

"No Mistress." You say miffed.

"Then get in your place!" She commanded, and you crawl over the stocks and place your head in the steel ring, and your legs in feet in the proper cuffs. She wastes no time placing little metal pins in the locking hole, and then padlocks in the wrist cuffs. She steps back looking at her handiwork. "Now. What did you want to ask me?"

"I forgot." You say testing the steel, and realizing that you are helpless now. She walks around behind you out of your range of view.

"Now that I have your full attention, I'm going to tell you the rules of my house. 1. You don't talk unless spoken to. 2. If I say it, you do, or I beat you ass." She leans down and her hand softly traces your firm hardness. "Understand?"

"Yes Mistress." You say affirmatively.

"Good. I told you earlier that I'm looking to fill a position." Her hand slides softly up your shaft, and then pulls away. You ache at her missing touch, and sigh. She walks around and sits down directly in front of you positioning her boots in your face. She pulls a little flail whip from her coffee table, and lashes your back. "Lick it!"

You eagerly trace your tongue along her boots speeding up as she instructs you with the whip.

"You know this is kind of perfect." She starts pulled her boots away, and standing up. "You were a pain in my so many years, and now I'm going to be a pain in yours." Her haughty tone followed her body behind you. The stinging of the flail smacks your bare ass cheeks. You jump as she starts administering her chosen punishment. Each strike gets harder, and you wiggle in the stocks. The pain becomes unbearable and you start to shake and whine.

"Please stop!" You plead, and she does. She leans down and pets you on the head.

"Good little bitch." She strokes you. "See, I'm going to teach you how to beg to get what you want from me." Her hand finds your harness. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes Mistress!" You gasp desperately.

"What are you going to do for me?" Her thick powerful voice asks.

"Anything Mistress." You ache as she pulls away.

"Anything?" She teases. "That's what they all say. I doubt you will do anything." She scoffs, and walks out of the room. You hear the door to the garage open, and then a few moments later she returns. "What's the password to your phone?" She orders.

"Uh.." You stall. "I can't risk being exposed mistress. Please don't ask for that" You argue.

"I'm not going to out you, I promise not to post any photos, or mess with your contacts. I have an idea. You don't trust me?"

"It's not that."

"You said anything." She sneers. You breathe heavily.

"4212419" You say, and she types it in.

"Good boy!" She chimes, and sits down casually looking through your phone. She laughs, and you kneel idly in the stocks before her boots. "Good boy." She hums above you. There is pause, and she chuckles. "Or should I say good girl?"

"Oh fuck." You express.

"MMmmm Hmmm." She explored your internet history. " I knew you were a freak, but this changes everything." She puts the phone down. "Who knows about this?"

"Nobody." You say.

"Are you calling me a nobody?" She teased harshly.

"Just you Mistress." You backslide.

"Do you like being a little bitch?" Her words scorned playfully. You kneel silently held in place. "Looks like you've search for **** feminization more than anything." She added, and you shake nervously.

"It's fun, you know." You try to lighten up. She laughs.

"Let me tell you what's going to be fun. Blackmailing you into actually doing it." She places your phone down on the ground and faces it where you can see it. On it is a picture of a sissy maid being strap on fucked by a beautiful ebony mistress. "Do you want that?" She stands up, and casually struts behind you.

"I don't Mistress." You say nervously.

"It was in your internet history." Her firm voice explains. " Do you want that?" She speaks up. You look at the photo, and are a little speechless. You feel her firm hand on your dick, and she squeezes it. "I want you in that little outfit." She spits on her hand and slides her slippery hand up your shaft. You jump against the bonds. "You'll be like my little housebitch!" She teased, and squeezes harder.