Put on the suit

While showering you think about the way Camila said the word "bitch" before and it causes a rock hard erection. It lingers after the shower, and that's when you realize that not only does she know your secrets, but she has real power over you. You are conflicted by the thought, and it turns you on even more.

You find it hard to focus, and that's when you decide to masturbate. One time turns to two, and the next day you wake up hard. You are a little dismayed that there is no present on the cart with breakfast but there is a note. You push it aside as Lila begins to leave.

"Lila, will you please tell Camila to leave me alone." You ask, and Lila turns and gives you an indifferent smirk

"Camila told me I don't really have to do shit for you." Lila said a little peeved. You look dumbfounded at the turn of events.

"Are you serious?" Your voice rings out gravely.

"She also says I should only refer to you as the house bitch. Well, we are obligated to feed you, but that's all the contract says." Lila explained a little less docile than her usual.

"This has gone too far." You say

"Like the time you sexually harassed me by continually asking me to bend over to pick stuff up?" Lila said with scorn.

"Fuck." You say a little defeated and look down.

"I'm siding with Camila because she has always treated me with respect, and she doubled my salary yesterday." Lila flaunts her new power over you and closes your door. You look at the note, and open it.

It reads.

"Dear bitch, I have decided to be lenient on you if you except your role willingly otherwise I will make your life a living hell!"

You slip your legs into the pink latex catsuit, and fumble with it, until you stretch it over your body. The zipper is hard to get up in the back, but it is strangely the perfect fit. You stop, and decide not too. You take it off and throw it in the closet, and lay on the bed brooding. Your erection grows, and look at the pile of rubber in the floor. You go about your normal day, and start feeling a little bit like a prisoner in your own house. Well, it's not yours anymore, you think to yourself.

You start to look up some femdom porn and stop. You realize that all of your fantasies have been about **** control, and frequently **** stuff. The thought of being on your knees in front of Camila begins seeming more attractive than being trapped in your room forever.

You slip back into the pink latex catsuit and put the matching hood on. The long boots are hard to get on but you finally manage. You almost have second thoughts as you peek out into the hallway, but continue through the large house clacking down the steps into the kitchen. When Lila sees you she places her hand over her mouth and holds back laughter.

"Do you know where Camila is?" You ask shaking on the heels.

"She's downstairs in the workout room." Lila giggles a little as you turn and head towards the downstairs room. The cool air of the basement hits your latex covered body as you open the door to the workout room. Camila is walking on the running machine, and stops the machine once she see you. You stand there frozen not knowing what to do. She casually walks off of it, and grabs a towel. It's almost like she's been expecting you any minute. She's wearing work out tights, and a sports bra, and sneakers. She turns to you drying the sweat from her flushed face. s

"John, John, John!" She says with a smug face, her nose and lip curled upwards. "What am I going to do with you? You're the only thing in my way from all of this being mine." She says waving her hand around.

"Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement." You offer.

"Hmmm, well in ten years I can kick you out, but I have a better plan" her head raises up considering the offer.

"I don't know why my father did that. I guess he hated me." You say.

"I have something to show you." Camila straightened up her hair, and walked beside you. She whistled like a dog, and you follow her down a corridor to a broom closet. She opens the closet as you look curiously and reaches in turning a hook. A door opens up revealing a new room you have never seen before.

"Holy shit!" You say looking into what looks like a full BDSM dungeon.

"Check it out!" Her voice is stern, but more playful. You walk into the room with red velvet walls, leather padded bondage bed, and other bondage furniture. The more you walk in you see a large cage and another area with a living room type set-up. It's huge, and you're in shock that you've never known about it. The floor is made of soft padded rubber.

"How long has this been here?" You ask as Camila walks in behind you. She ignores you and grabs a steel collar that is connected to some sort of steel run line like people use for dogs.

"Time to comply." She swiftly rushes you and the heels wobble causing you to fall. You catch yourself on your hands and knees but she jumps on your back, and attaches the collar, and locks it. She gets up, and you try to stand.

"What the fuck?" you finally get your footing and stand up as you pull at the steel collar. She presses a button on a remote she has and some motor pulls and guides you over with the steel line. It pulls you over to a corner of the large room with a large steel cage that opens in the middle. Camila struts towards you. She pulls the two halves of the cage together trapping you in, and turning a lock on them.

"Now, sit tight." Her face lit up, and she went to sit on the couch just a few feet away. She turned on a large TV on the opposite wall and you watch as she pulls up a video.

The video plays, and it's a high definition video filmed in the very room you are in. Camila is wearing a leather outfit with studs and spikes on it. There is a man locked onto a bondage bench wearing a latex catsuit and hood. Camila is striking him with a short whip.

"Are you going to give me what I want?" Camila's voice yells commanding in the video.

"Whatever you want Mistress." You hear your father's voice, and your eyes get wider.

"I want the estate! The house the car. EVERYTHING!" her voice exacts then whips him hard a few times, as he yelps.

"but.. but.. my son?" He asks in a **** tone.

"Do you want to please your Mistress?" She threatens.

"Oh yes. yes. yes Mistress." He begs, Camila looming behind him.

"Then do it tomorrow, or no more play!" Camila threatens, and whips him.

"yes Mistress. Ok, I'll do it." he gives in, and the video pauses.

You look over at Camila smiling at you.

"I always wondered how you had so much power over him." You express with disbelief reaching out and holding on to the bars. Camila played with her hair and gave you a knowing glare. She stands up, and puts her hand on her hip.

"You father was my bitch! You will be my bitch! When I die my daughter Lila will get the Estate. Call it fate, or whatever, but I pussy-whipped your whole family into slavery." Camila bragged, and you look down in shame as you boner pokes through the latex.

"I deserve it." you admit.

"You're going to spend the rest of your entire life kissing my boots to make up for the way you treated me." Camila growled with scorn. "Maybe I'll change your name to Greta bitch Rameriz!" She teased looking down at the lump in your suit. "I never liked John anyways."