Enslaved Away from Home

Sean pulled a seat up at the hotel bar and put his suitcase to one side. It'd been a long day and the only thing on his mind was a cold pint of Guinness.

The place was empty. There appeared to be no formal reception at this small establishment in this backwater part of the country known as Peterhead. He didn't care about that right now though. He'd ask for his room key later. All that mattered was to drown away the stresses of the day with the first gulp of a pint.

He'd driven up here early in the morning from his parents' house in Glasgow where he lived. He was working on a construction site nearby doing ground testing on the extension of the port. He had the next day off so could enjoy a few drinks tonight.

He enjoyed his job a lot. It allowed him to travel around Scotland to work, stay and explore places he'd only ever seen on a map. His company had recently landed a new contract with a client up here. He agreed to come up to work and stay from Monday until Friday for the next 6 months until the contract concluded.

He agreed to this partly to get time away from his parents. As much as he loved them, he valued the peace and space to himself he got when staying away from home. Here he wouldn't have to listen to his mums' invasive questions about his personal life, like asking him if he had a girlfriend yet or if he may be liked boys instead. He scoffed at the thought again.

He was 22 and had been single all his life and was still a virgin. He always struggled with dating. He didn't have any brothers or sisters and only made friends with other guys growing up. He tried asking out girls in high-school and college and was only ever met with the same disappointing I don't see you in that way reply. Or some would downright laugh and her friends would make fun of him. Also being a mere 5 foot 7 he felt like he had no chance with most women.

He also loved dominant women. Something about a woman in charge just made him burst with excitement and pleasure. It'd been a desire of his from as long as he could remember. His fantasy was to be a husband in a female led marriage. To be his wife's willing slave serving and honouring her with all his body and strength. Though it was hopeless, given that the vast majority of women in reality wanted a dominant man, never mind him not being able to get a single date in the first place.

He was sad. He felt like he was going to be single forever. He focused his attention to the bar again, wanting that pint more than ever.

He heard sounds from the kitchen through its open door to the bar. He figured to wait until someone showed up rather than be rude and call.

The minutes went by and no one came. He tilted in his stool slightly to see better into the kitchen. From this new perspective, he saw a woman at the far side at a sink wearing an apron and washing dishes. She looked young. Perhaps his age or a couple years younger.

She was pretty. She had long brown hair tied in a ponytail with a beautiful pink scrunchy. She wore jeans and a black My Chemical Romance t shirt under her apron.

He went silent as he did when he saw a lovely woman. He didn't have the courage to call over to her about service. He just continued to sit awkwardly until she or another member of staff saw him.

"You alright?" A voice from behind him asked.

He turned around to see another woman standing and looking at him inquisitively. She looked to be in her 30s, was around 5 foot 10, wore tight black leather trousers, high heel calf boots and a red turtleneck tucked into the jeans under a large white winter jacket. She had shoulder length hair dyed blonde, and blue eyes. She wore light mascara and distinct red lipstick.

Damn, She's hot! Thought Sean. What a pleasure it was to see 2 beautiful women within such a short space of time. He immediately cast his gaze downwards blushing in reverence of her beauty.

"Oh, aye, yeah! Um, I'm just waiting to see if the bar is open." He replied.

She looked back at him with her expression unchanged.

"The bar isn't open for another half an hour."

"Oh."

"Are you a guest? Would you like to check in?"

"Oh, yeah! How did you know!?" Replied Sean startled.

The woman put down her coat on the stool next to him then began to walk past him to the end of the bar. Her high heels echoing off the wooden floor with every step.

"There's only you and one other person staying here tonight." She said.

She turned at the end of the bar then walked behind it. She went to the wall next to the upturned spirit bottles where a handful of keys hung.

"Are you Sean Davis?" She asked.

"Yeah."

She lifted one of the sets of keys from the hooks and handed it to him.

"You're room 4. It's out the door there and up the stairs then on the left. Breakfast is seven until nine thirty. Your room is the grey key and the gold one is for the front door. If you're going out tonight, can I ask you to be as quiet as possible if you're coming back in after half ten?"

"Y-yes, of course." He replied bashfully. "Thanks a lot."

"Perfect."

She could see he was shy and wanted to make him feel more at home. She smiled at him and spoke.

"I'm Fiona by the way."

"L-lovely to meet you." He replied. "I'm Sean."

"Would you like a drink just now?" She asked. "I know I said the bar isn't open yet officially but It's no bother."

"Yeah, that'd be nice of you, just a Guinness thanks."

She pulled out a fresh glass from under the bar and began pouring from the tap.

"What brings you to this part of the world?"

"Well, I work as a field-testing technician on construction sites. I've been sent here by my company to assist the engineers with the port extension site down the road. I'll be here all week."

"Oh aye, I seen that they've been doing something down there for a while. Do you have a car or van with you?" She asked.

"Yeah, my work van."

"Did you find the car park okay? It's around the back. Some folk just park out the front and it's a narrow street you see. Get complaints from the neighbours all the time"

"Yeah, I saw it and parked there, thanks."

She finished pouring then sat his pint on the bar in front of him. He knew better than to not let a freshly poured Guinness settle before taking the first sip. He looked up at her and saw her smile at him warmly. He smiled back awkwardly. He reached into his trouser pockets for his wallet.

"So, uh- Fiona. Are you the manager here... Or- "

"I'm the owner." She replied. "And don't you worry about paying just now, I'll just start you a wee tab."

"Oh, okay.. Uh, thanks!"

"So where is it you came from today?"

"Uh, I came from Glasgow this morning."

"Oh right, I've not been down to Glasgow for a while." She said." Nice place, but I prefer life up here. Nice and quiet. Even if business can be slow at times."

The pint had now settled and was calling his name. He grabbed a hold of it and took a long swing with the first gulp then landed it back on the bar with an exhale of delight. It was magical. Fiona smiled back at him mischievously.

"Do you drink a lot, Sean?"

"Oh, well not really no. Only maybe when I'm out for dinner with my mum and dad or at a function. I'm not really one for drinking during the week but it's just been a long day and it's what I fancied."

"Oh I'm very much the same. When I was your age, I had my fair share of drinking and partying mind you but now it's only once in a blue moon. Can't run this place being pished hahah."

Sean chuckled back at her joke accordingly to avoid being awkward. When I was your age? He thought. Just how much older than him was she? He was curious but didn't want to come across as rude.

"You can't be much older than me though, can you?" asked Sean.

"What age are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-two." He replied.

"Well, I'm thirty-nine so there you go." Seans eyes opened wide. He ballparked her being around thirty-two.

"Oh wow, you look great for your age. I wouldn't have thought you thirty-nine."

Fiona laughed. "Aw thanks, a wee charmer so you are." She began to walk down the bar away from him.

"Anyway, I'm needing to sort a couple of things out so I'll see you in a bit. If you need me in the meantime, just give us a shout." Fiona turned into the kitchen out of sight.

Sean sat for a while sipping his pint. He felt lucky having met Fiona, she seemed so pleasant to talk to. Nothing like his experiences with other women. Perhaps older women were just like that. Also, she was drop dead gorgeous, her style and confidence were just so sexy. She looked so hot in those leather jeans and heels, almost like a dominatrix. He hoped at some point to get to talk to her again and maybe the cute girl in the kitchen too.

Alas he reminded himself not to get his hopes up over someone he just met. She wouldn't want a guy my age anyway and probably has a husband he thought. His limited interactions with women made him sensitive to any attention he got from them. He kept needing to give himself a reality check when his imagination went to the possibility of sex or a relationship with someone right off the bat.

I'm pathetic he thought.

When he finished his pint, he left the empty glass on the bar and grabbed his suitcase. He went through the doors round the corner from the bar then up the stairs. The stairs had a blue tartan carpet and paintings of boats and ports hung on the walls. When he got to the first floor, he saw his room on the left just as Fiona told him. He opened it with the key and went inside.

He was impressed; the room was sizable. It had a double bed, table and mirror, large wardrobe, small fridge and a great view over to the shore from the window. It was a lot nicer than other places his work had put him up in the past. He inspected the bathroom. The floors were tiled and the walk-in shower was modern and chrome. Not like an old granny's bathroom he expected to find at a hotel in a small town like this.

He stepped back into the main room and inspected the refreshments on the table next to the kettle. It had sachets for at least 5 kinds of tea, coffee, normal and decaf, expresso, hot chocolate, milk and sugar as well as shortbread, Biscoff, tablet and a caramel wafer. He hit the jackpot! He was thrilled this would be his home for the next 6 months.

Sean took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. If felt amazing. No matter what sheets you had at home, hotel beds always felt nicer. He was glad to have this time away to himself. His mum wasn't going to tell him to do the dishes here and his dad wasn't going to tell him to go walk the dog. He was his own man and could relax the way he wanted to.

He closed his eyes and thought about what he'd do tonight. Perhaps go for a walk? Maybe find a restaurant for dinner or just eat here? His thoughts meandered until they went back to seeing Fiona in the bar earlier. She looked so hot in those heels and leather jeans. The way she walked with such authority and the confidence of her facial expressions was mesmerising. She was a queen from head to toe. He felt his Dick getting hard.

He laughed cheekily and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled them down along with his pants flipping out his boner. He carefully caressed it and started stroking. He imagined it was her doing it. He imagined himself all vulnerable and naked while she was fully clothed wearing those sexy leather jeans and going up and down with her hand teasingly. He imagined her smiling at him while she was wanking him, the same way she smiled at him at the bar earlier.

He then imagined the other girl he saw in the kitchen joining in. He imagined her coming up behind him while he was being stroked by Fiona, also fully clothed, reaching around and begin playing with his nipples. His stroking got faster as well as his breathing.

"Should we let this little slut cum?" He imagined Fiona asking.

"Hmm, yeah. But It'll have to be with his bum." Replied the other girl.

He imagined them bending him over a bed and the other girl start pounding him with a strap on. He imagined Fiona taking hold of his Dick again and start stroking while the other girl kept pounding.

"Once you come, that'll be the confirmation that you'll be our slave for life understand?" said Fiona still stroking.

"Once you've been milked you will become our legal property. You have no rights, me and her will get to use your pathetic little body anyway we please!" said the other girl still pounding."

"Yes." Moaned Sean softly

"Good." Said the other girl sweetly, ruffling his hair with her other hand.

"I want you to enjoy this, cause you're not getting another orgasm for a long time." Said Fiona.

He imagined her stroking faster and faster while the other girl pounded deeper and harder inside him. His breathing became sharp. He climaxed with a moan and ejaculated onto his hand and stomach.

He lay in satisfaction for a while covered in his own mess while it began to slowly drip down his hip. He felt a bit guilty by his fantasies. He loved the idea of being a woman's slave and sex object but worried it made him less of a man for wanting it. He was too embarrassed to admit his fantasies to anyone without being judged. If he somehow got a girlfriend one day, would she be repulsed by it and leave him?

He sighed sombrely then began to undress. He did so carefully so as not to get the cum on any of his clothes or the bed. When he was naked, he stepped off the bed carefully on to the floor then walked into the bathroom. He enjoyed a nice hot shower to its full potential cleaning himself thoroughly. It felt so nice after the hard day's work he put in earlier at the port. Being March, the winds coming off the North Sea froze him and the other workers to the bone; he kept thinking about the hot shower the whole time and now it was here. Bliss.

After he got out and dried himself, he picked up the various articles of his work uniform on the floor and put them onto the chair. He picked up his phone and lay down on the bed for a while and started watching YouTube videos. After a while he noticed it was 6.45pm and he was hungry. Time for tea. He figured to first check the menu at the bar downstairs, if he didn't fancy anything here, he'd explore the town for somewhere else.

He got off the bed and opened his suitcase. He put on a fresh pair of boxers, Pokémon socks that his mum got him last Christmas, blue jeans with a brown leather belt and finally the same Green Day t shirt he'd had since he was 14.

He switched off the lights, went out the door and locked it behind him. When he got back to the bar downstairs it was alive compared to when he arrived earlier. There were a couple other older guys sitting at the tables with a drink as well as a younger man and a woman playing a game of pool at the far table. Breakfast At Tiffanys was playing through the sound system and the girl from earlier was behind the bar wiping down the taps. She saw him and smiled shyly.

He smiled back awkwardly, given he'd had a wank about her pegging him earlier.

"Hey." She said. "Do you want something?"

"Y-yeah" he replied casting his gaze downwards. "Do you... uh, have a food menu?"

"Sure." She replied. She walked back to the register and took a laminated document and handed it to him.

"Let me know when you're ready to order." She said and walked back along the bar.

Sean looked at the menu. It was small, which was understandable given it was pub grub. He had a daily allowance of £25 for food expenses from his company. He didn't want to go over and the prices seemed moderate here. He spotted haggis bon bons with whisky sauce for £7 and fish and chips for £14 and settled with that. He called the girl back over and made his order along with another pint of Guinness.

He waited attentively as she poured his pint. She was so sweet and radiated nothing but positive energy. He was developing a crush on her. He wanted to try and make some kind of conversation and maybe get her name at least but was too shy. Before he could try and say anything she gave him his pint and added the order to his tab. He thanked her and took a seat at one of the tables.

She went back to doing mundane tasks behind the bar while Sean sat and avoided looking back at her disappointed with himself that he hadn't the guts to even try talk to her. He was always shy with women. It's as if his whole mind went blank when he tried to drum up conversation with them. He was sad, he struggled with the most basic hurdles and his dating situation seemed hopeless. He took a swing of his now settled pint.

"Hey Sean." A voice called to him. He turned around and saw Fiona. She was dressed the same as she was earlier with her leather jeans and heels. She was also wearing her big winter coat too. There was a look of concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked. He cast his gaze downward once more, in awe of her beauty.

"Y-yeah, um, I'm okay. Thanks." He replied timidly.

"It's just I thought you looked a bit sad. Do you want to talk?"

He looked up at her with surprise and disbelief. He hadn't expected anything like this from her at all. It felt so nice, that someone cared. He looked back at her gorgeous face expressing her undeserved concern for him.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He said.

"Okay, I'm just going to nip out to the shops just now to pick a couple things up. I'll be back soon and I'll see you."

She walked away towards the front door at the other side of the room. He watched as her lovely legs moved in her shiny black jeans as she walked. He also listened closely to the sound of her heels on the wooden floor. She went out the door and out of sight. His dick was beginning to get hard again under the table.

Sean took another swing of his pint then looked over to the bar. The other girl had disappeared. Perhaps into the back kitchen to prepare his dinner. He briefly looked at the other patrons in the pub. The two older gentlemen he guessed were local pensioners, here to give their wives a quiet night to themselves.

The guy and woman playing pool were young. Not as young as him, perhaps around 30. Possibly not long wed, enjoying themselves freely on a Monday night before the responsibilities of being parents was upon them.

Breakfast at tiffany's ended on the sound system then Pure Morning by Placebo came on, with its mesmerising opening guitar riff and drum beat. He was impressed by the music so far. Not many pubs he went to near his home played rock or alternative songs as much as he would have liked. It made for a welcoming atmosphere.

He heard footsteps walk towards him. It was the bar girl bringing over his haggis bon bons on a small plate. She lay them down on his table carefully.

"Thankyou." He said with a smile.

"No bother." She replied then walked away. He looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen, trying to notice what else was pretty about her. She had such pretty hair and delicate hands. When she was gone, he dug into the haggis bon bons immediately, making sure to dip as much of them in the sauce as he could.

Fiona came back through the front door holding a shopping bag, She walked towards Seans table still with the same look of concern she had earlier. She put down the bag carefully, pulled out the chair opposite and took a seat.

"You like the bon bon's?"

"Yeah, they're nice, especially the sauce." He replied

"I'm glad. But anyway, what's happening in your world Sean?" She asked.

He swallowed his mouthful then sighed. He didn't know where to begin.

"I suppose... I suppose I've been feeling a bit lonely lately."

"Alright, do you have friends you see regularly? Or a partner?" Sean shook his head.

"I've pals I went to school with. But that was a few years ago now. I'll maybe only see them a handful of times a year. I don't have a girlfriend or anything like that."

Fiona nodded back at him, still with the same look of concern.

"And what about your mum and dad? Do you stay with them or are they separated or...?"

"My mum and dad are still together and I live with them in the same house I always have. I don't have any brothers or sisters. I get on well with my folks, it's just that it'd be nice to get out there and maybe meet other people but I've always just felt too shy."

"You don't seem too shy right now." Said Fiona. Sean looked up at her with a faint smile.

"Well, I suppose that's because you seem nice and I don't feel under pressure."

She smiled back at him warmly,

"You seem like a nice young man. I'm sure there's a lot of people out there who'd be lucky to have you as a pal."

He felt all warm inside. He didn't usually receive complements like this from anyone other than his mother.

"My husband was the same when we first met, granted he was a bit younger than you, he was 19 I was 18. He was always so shy going to events or meetups together, I did the talking for both of us a lot of the time. I always thought it's what made him so cute."

Sean's heart dropped upon hearing the mention of her husband. Alas he guessed it would be the case by her age, and what difference would it have made given he wouldn't have a chance with her in a million years anyway.

"But we worked on it together" Fiona continued." Bit by bit he got better with socialising and feeling comfortable meeting new people. He just needed a bit of practice. Maybe you could get more practice with someone too. Is there anyone you could maybe go to an event with, like an evening class?"

"I mean... I could ask my mum, or dad. It's just they're in their 50's and I don't see them doing this sort of thing with me."

"Ah, if only you lived up here. I wouldn't mind doing something together."

Seans heart leapt, Doing something together? She was willing to put this time in for him!?

"Well..." Replied Sean softly. "I am going to be here for the next few months, except weekends. I'd be willing to practice socialising with you while I'm here."

He looked at her earnestly "Unless obviously it would get in the way of you running this place and spending time with your husband."

Fiona chuckled softly and looked down with a look of nostalgia.

"I wish I could spend time with him. I'd burn this entire place to the ground if I could only spend one more night with him." She said with a sad tone. Seans eyes opened wide.

"He passed away fifteen years ago. When our daughter was only four." Sean felt sad for her. He wanted to express his condolences straight away but didn't want to seem rude by interrupting the moment.

"He was an engineer in the army." She continued after a pause. "He did two tours in Afghanistan in 2009 without any issues. Then his third time away wasn't so lucky. His patrol lorry went over an IED and he was killed along with another lad. He was only 25 and we hadn't been married one year yet." She looked back at Sean with pain in her eyes.

"There's not a single day that goes by that I don't think about him." Sean felt sadness rise up in him, tears were swelling in his eyes. He didn't expect her account to make him tear up. He wiped his eyes with his palms. Fiona noticed the shared sadness and put her hand on his.

"Oh Sean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad."

"No Fiona, you shouldn't need to say sorry." He replied sniffling "you didn't deserve that. That's horrible."

"Oh, I know, but it's happened and I've come to terms with it. I'll just always miss him as long as I live but nothing can take away the memories we shared."

Fiona was touched by his empathy. She could see that Sean was a sweet and caring soul. She rubbed her hand on his while he sniffled.

"So, you're daughter." He asked after a while, "How's she getting on now?"

Fiona chuckled lightly. "She sorting your dinner out just now." The revelation made Sean feel so dumb. How had he not put 2 and 2 together until now. He recognised their similarities.

"Oh, riiiiiight. I had no idea. I just assumed she was one of your staff."

"Well, technically she is, and her names Mhairi. This hotel has been our livelihood for the past 8 years. It's been a tricky road for both of us since Blair, my husband passed away. We had to pack up and move a number of times to a place with a more affordable rent. So many loans I had to pay off and jobs I went through, it was a real struggle until we inherited this place off my grandad when he passed in 2016.

With a bit of initiative and marketing we were able to transform this place into a business we were proud to call our own and as of 2022 we've been debt free for the first time in over 10 years. I couldn't believe it. It's something I could have never dreamed of."

Sean felt stupid. Up until now, his whole sob story was that he was lonely and couldn't get a girlfriend. Here Fiona was telling him firsthand what real struggle looks like and the trials her and her daughter went through to get by. He was happy her and Mhairi had finally found their feet.

"That's amazing Fiona. I'm really happy to hear you guys are stable now."

"Yes, it's quite the relief."

"And Mhairi, is she wanting to continue the business now she's an adult?"

"Yes actually." Replied Fiona in delight. "I made it a point to let her know she shouldn't feel obligated to continue our business as a matter of family legacy and should do whatever career her heart desires. But she loves the hotel, she told me she couldn't see any other path that she would want right now than to keep the place running as co-manager. I'd be supporting her whatever career she'd pursue anyway but am delighted we're continuing as business partners. The hotel is our baby After all."

"That's wonderful to hear Fiona, I'm really happy for you guys. Yous run a tight ship too, from what I noticed in my room it's really impressive with all the wee extras and modern bathroom."

"I'm glad you like it. We did some improvements recently since we've been raking in additional profit. But anyway, back to you Sean." Said Fiona refocusing her attention lightly slapping the table.

"I feel you've been a good talking partner tonight but let's start with first impressions. Or first ish."

Fiona turned her head towards the bar to see Mhairi walking towards them with a plate of fish and chips.

"Brilliant timing!" she said to her as she approached.

"Dear this is Sean, he's one of our guests tonight."

"Oh, hello there. Lovely to meet you." Replied Mhairi pleasantly as she put the plate and cutlery in front of him.

"Seans told me he's a wee bit shy and not good at talking with new people. We're doing a bit of practice; would you like come join in n and get to know him?" Encouraged Fiona.

Sean felt slightly embarrassed being put on the spot like this. He looked down and blushed innocently. Mhairi noticed letting out a faint teasing chuckle.

"Sure, why not. But if anyone goes to the bar, I'll need to go serve them."

"Brilliant." Said Fiona. Mhairi pulled a chair from the table and sat down across from him next to her mother. They both looked at him warmly. He felt intimidated to be under the scope of these two beautiful women. He never got this much attention from the opposite sex until now. He didn't know what to say or do and continued to look down still blushing. He began to feel something else too. Arousal.

"So." said Mhairi. "Are you here for work Sean."

"Y-yes."

"I think it'd be better to look her in the eyes." Said Fiona with slight conviction, almost as if a command.

Sean looked up to her eyes to see Mhairi looking back at him sweetly. He was mesmerised in them. So deep, blue and beautiful.

"Go on." Said Fiona in the same manner as before.

"Erm, em-I'm staying here for the week. I'm a field technician for construction, specifically ground testing. My company have entered into a contract with a client down the road at the port extension works for the next six months. I've agreed to be the main technician for the contract. I'll be staying here the whole time except from the weekends."

"A hard-working man indeed." Said Fiona playfully.

"And good business for us too." Said Mhairi.

"Well Sean, after today's graft, I'd imagine you'd have a wee bit of an appetite. You don't want your tea to get cold, do you?" said Fiona.

Sean looked down remembering his dinner Infront of him. He picked up his fork and knife and began carefully to eat. He remembered how his father told him how important proper table manners were Infront of company, especially women. The last thing he wanted them to think was that he was a messy scumbag.

"So" said Fiona after a brief period of silence, "You mentioned that you don't have a partner right now. Don't know if this is too much of a personal question for you but do you like girls? Or maybe boys or neither?"

Sean was annoyed by this. It was the same questions his mother asked him. Why do so many people assume that if a guy is single for a long time, he must be gay? He swallowed his food and spoke.

"Erm, I like girls. I'm straight."

"Okay, well, I know the stereotypes about lads in the building industry. That they're Loud, inappropriate, promiscuous, drink a lot and say a lot of nasty things about women." She put her hand on his.

"That's not you though is it dear?"

Sean shook his head. "No, never."

"So, you don't go around trying to sleep with a new girl every weekend or anything like that?" asked Mhairi. Sean was bewildered by these questions. Why would they have these wild speculations about him. He was just a quiet guy who lives with his mum and dad who likes watching anime and playing his PS5. Not some drunken council estate misogynist that tries to hump everything that moves.

"N-no. I don't do that. I've never done that."

"Are you a virgin?". Why did she want to know this? His face turned bright red. No one had ever asked him this before.

"W-well, if you should know, yes. I am." Mhairi smiled back at him.

"Was just wondering."

"Anyway- "Interjected Fiona. "We're going slightly off topic here, how about you tell us more about your job Sean?"

Slightly off topic!? He thought. You and your lovely daughter just dumped a number of bizarre and personal questions about my character. How was this ever on topic?

He pretended they didn't just ask him all this and went on to talk about his work and his life. The rest of their questions seemed innocent enough compared to the bombs they dropped earlier. He began to lighten up more to Mhairi too after a while and started to enjoy her company as much as Fiona. He learned more about them and their lives too and the hotel.

After not too much longer another man approached the bar to order food and Mhairi had to slip off into the kitchen to prepare it. Sean had finished his dinner and it was now just him and Fiona.

"Sorry if Mhairi seemed a bit blunt earlier, she tends to be a bit suspicious of men."

"It's okay. I'm sure she has her reasons." Replied Sean

"She does. Too many horror stories from her pals about guys being horrible to them. She warmed up after she knew you weren't like that though." She leaned in closer to him and spoke in a hushed tone, "Don't tell her I told you this but she hasn't done the deed yet either. She's told me she wants to wait until she's married. I think it's a bit old school if you ask me but I respect her decision." Sean was amazed. He also felt relieved that she wasn't trying to single him out by asking.

"She reckons it's a fool proof way to weed out bad men and maybe she's right." Said Fiona.

"I mean, yeah. My mum told me a lot about how bad men can be, and taught me not do or say certain things. I can see why waiting until you've vetted the right one could save a lot of bother."

Fiona smiled at him sweetly. "What about you Sean? Would you want to get married one day?"

Sean looked down. "I mean yeah, I'd like to get married and have children with a lovely lady someday."

"Would you be willing to wait until the wedding day to lose your virginity?" Sean was quiet for a moment then spoke.

"I mean, if I really liked the woman a lot. I'd be willing to wait too if that's what she wanted."

"That's nice." Said Fiona. "I don't think most men would agree to those terms." Fiona rested her elbows on the table and leaned towards him seductively. Her demeanour seemed almost completely different in an instant. A large lustful smile grew over her face. "Do you think about sex a lot Sean?" He shuffled in his seat then fretted with his fingers together avoiding her gaze.

"Errm, well, yeah. sometimes."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to but what sort of things do you like when it comes to sex, or think you like?" He took a deep breath shaking with excitement and nervous energy. He couldn't believe she was asking him this. He was worried about letting her know he was a sub but something about her felt safe. Like a caring big sister.

"W-well. I'm actually a bit into BDSM." Said Sean. He couldn't believe he told her this. "She smiled back at him with her expression unchanged and nodded slowly.

"Are you a sub?" Sean turned bright red. How did she know? His heart was in his throat.

"Y-yeah. How did you know." Fiona laughed playfully.

"I can tell a subby guy from a mile away. They all have the same vibe. So sweet and adorable. My hubby was one. God's gift to women so they are. At least when they've been trained properly. But every subby guy likes different things. But I'm curious, what are your turn Ons?"

Sean couldn't believe it. It was like a wet dream come true. To be under the scope of this dominant goddess talking about what he liked as a sub. Surely this couldn't be real.

"Erm, can you promise not to tell anyone?" He asked shakily. Fiona nodded back at him in comforting conformation.

"W'well. I like bondage. And... I like the idea of a beautiful woman locking me up. Be it chains, rope or in a cage. I like the thought of being a rubber doll, from head to toe in latex and dehumanised. Ultimately though, my all-time goal is to be a fulltime slave to a gorgeous queen of a wife, and serve her with every fibre of my being." Sean couldn't believe he told her all this. He'd never told anyone these things. He hoped he wouldn't live to regret it.

"Oh?" Said Fiona curiously. "A man who knows what he wants. I like it." She sat staring him in silence a few moments longer with her perpetual look of seduction. He was mesmerised by it, as if under her spell. Seans boner was throbbing in his pants itching to break free from his jeans.

"Can I show you something Sean?" He took a moment then nodded back at her carefully. She chuckled softly then stood up from her seat.

"Come boy." She said. He got up and walked behind her like a loyal pup. They walked out of the bar, up the stairs past his room to the end of the corridor. The whole time in complete silence bar the sound of her heels clacking on the floor. They stopped at a closed door, that until now he assumed was another guest room. She stopped Infront of it and took out a set of keys then unlocked it. Behind it was another very short corridor to a second door which she also unlocked. She turned on the lights which were fluorescent purple. He walked in. The room had red walls and a wooden floor. There was a St Andrews cross on one wall with cuffs attached. Next to it a small elevated bedlike table also decorated with restraints. Against the far wall was a waist high steel cage built into the floor with a padded inside base. On the other wall hung all sorts of BDSM paraphernalia. Cuffs, hoods, gags, collars, whips, canes, paddles and blindfolds. Next to it was a coat hanger rack with various outfits. A maid uniform, bodysuits, boots, prison overalls and everything else in between. He stood stunned looking around at all the exciting goods on display.

She turned around and looked at him with the same look of seduction and confidence as before.

"So. What do you think?"

"It's amazing Fiona! This is so cool, to have your own private kink dungeon! It's like a dream come true." She laughed playfully and walked over to the wall slowly where the small items were hung.

"Impressive, isn't it? Just a wee project of mine since Covid." She took a small black flogger from the wall and stepped towards him. "Business can be tricky during the winter months, if you couldn't tell from how empty the bar is tonight. Most guests are tourists who come and stay during the summer. I started domming on the side for a wee bit extra income." She gently touched the end of the flogger against his chin and pushed it up slightly. "A lot of naughty little boys pay good money for this."

Sean Laughed nervously. "Heh, so you thought to advertise your services?" Fiona raised one eyebrow and looked confused.

"Advertise? to you? Nah! We've been doing well the past few weeks actually. Just thought I'd make you mine for an evening out of the kindness of my own heart. What makes you think I'd bring this cute wee subby boy in here n beg him for business. You should be begging for me! You can start right now by getting on your knees." Sean dropped to his knees before her. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, this couldn't be real.

She let out a sadistic laugh. "Seriously though Sean, I just thought it'd be a wee bit of fun. Do you want to continue?"

"Yes! Yes please!"

"That's good to hear. Now before we begin just know that anytime you feel uncomfortable, too sore to continue or for any reason want to stop the scene our safeword is pomegranate. I've got it printed up on the wall there in case you forget." He turned and saw the sign as clear as a bear in a bathroom stall. He felt stupid for not noticing it until now.

"I'm going to step out the door just now and re-enter when you're ready. As soon as I walk in our scene will begin. May I recommend removing your clothes first." She winked. She exited the room leaving him kneeling on his own on the dungeon floor in silence. What had he got himself into? He couldn't believe his evening had turned into such a twist of delight. No time to think! He didn't want to keep his mistress waiting. He promptly removed his t shirt, jeans socks and pants. He folded his clothes neatly in the corner of the room and returned to kneeling in the same spot he had before and clasped his hands behind his back. This time with his boner fully visible along with the rest of his body.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled. The door opened slowly and in walked Fiona with the clack of her heels still holding the flogger. Her expression was different now. Not seductive anymore but spiteful. He looked up as she approached.

"Eyes to the floor boy!" she commanded. He quickly lowered his gaze.

"Yes mistress."

Fiona chuckled softly. "Good to hear your manners are in order." She lifted her right leg and placed her heel on his balls and toes on his shaft causing him to release a gentle whimper of delight. "And that boner isn't going away anytime soon. I've seen you've had it since we were talking in the bar." She stomped her heel back onto the floor. "Stand up straight boy! Now!"

He got to his feet. Fiona grabbed his wrist and brought it above him. He felt something metal. He looked up and noticed a pair of handcuffs attached to a long chain that hung from the ceiling. He never noticed it until now. She cuffed the first wrist then the other. She went over to a set of drawers and pulled out a spreader bar with cuffs. She came back over and fastened each end around his ankles. When she was done, she stood up and went behind him. He stood wondering as he heard faint shuffling from behind. Something passed by his field of vision then into his mouth. It was a ball gag.

Fiona chuckled then pressed her body against his back. She rubbed her hands delicately up and down his chest and brushed his nipples. The sensation was overwhelming. The accumulation of all the restraints, the gag and her delicate hands made him shiver with delight. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she massaged him.

"Aw, does that feel good. This is how I like my boys, all strung up and desperate. And most importantly not able to talk back. I wonder. Will the mean lady will ever let him free again?"

She brushed one hand down then swiftly smacked his bum cheek. He let out a muffled yelp through his gag.

Fiona chuckled "But with such a sweet little bum the lady can't help herself."

She slowly took her hands off him then walked to his front again. She smiled smugly looking at him with her hands on her hips. He looked down to avoid her intimidating gaze. The humiliation of being nude, erect, and chained up before her just added to his arousal.

"Hm, you really are enjoying this aren't you? I can see a little bit of precum oozing out your head. Men think too much with their dick. Testosterone is too much of a problem in society. I think I'll do my part by keeping yours in check."

She lifted her boot to just below his balls causing him to whimper and cringe in discomfort. Fiona laughed upon hearing this.

"Relax Sean, I'm only gonna do this lightly. Have you ever fantasised about getting your balls kicked?"

Sean looked up to her then nodded slowly. She smiled.

"Excellent. Then we'll both enjoy this." She flicked her ankle and her foot went right into them causing him to jerk and moan in pain. When the shock faded, he realised it wasn't as bad as he thought.

"How was that?" Asked Fiona. "As I said, just lightly. Though You can take a better one than that can't you?" Sean was unsure how to respond. The small kick was a shock but he enjoyed it a lot. It felt so hot to get his kicked by this beautiful lady. Especially with those heels on. He worried about encouraging her however. If maybe the next one would be too sore. She continued to smile at him sweetly, awaiting his response.

He slowly nodded. "Great!" she proclaimed. Then lifted her leg up and kicked him again, this time with more velocity. His whole body jolted this time, this one was painful. He knelt forward and processed the impact of the blow. It hurt but felt amazing too. The euphoric high drowned out the physical pain. It was pure bliss. She noticed the lustful look in his eyes and giggled again. She stepped forwards putting her hands on his shoulders. She brought her head forward and kissed him on his forehead.

"One last one. For the road." She said softly then swiftly whacked them with her knee burying it into his crotch. He let out a loud whimper of pain. It hurt so bad, he collapsed into her bosom. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

"Shhh, it's okay." She assured him, brushing his hair. Hey lay against her taking deep breaths as the pain passed through his abdomen. It was unbearable, he wanted to curl up into a ball but couldn't, not with all the bondage and her holding him in place. She continued to hold and caress him as the pain ran its course. After a minute she let him go then took a step back. She noticed the pre cum that had dripped from his penis and laughed.

"You can really milk a boy just by kicking him, though that's not your full load is it Sean?" He shook his head.

"Would you like to cum?"

Was this a trick? After all the abuse she put his balls through was she really going to let him cum? He didn't know how to answer. He couldn't even answer legibly given the gag.

"Well?" She asked again. This time more impatiently. "Do you want to cum or not?" Sean Nodded back in desperation. Fiona smiled back at him.

"I thought so. But you'll need to wear the appropriate uniform for an orgasm. Something appropriate for a wee slave like yourself."

She stepped over to the hangar and pulled off a black latex body suit then went to one of the sets of drawers and pulled out a black leather gimp hood. She also pulled out a bottle of talcum powder then lay them down on the floor next to him.

"Let's get slave down from here." She went behind him and removed his gag. She unfastened the cuffs on the spreader bar around his ankles then stood up and unlocked his handcuffs. He looked at the body suit made of shiny latex. He'd always wanted to try one on. He was so excited but wasn't sure how he would get his arms and legs through the sleeves. Fiona started to rub talcum powder on him.

"This'll help it slip on. Don't worry, I'll help you."

"Thank you, mistress." He was stunned. He had no idea how that confirmation left his lips. Like an instinct." Fiona grinned in satisfaction.

"Good boy."

Carefully, she helped him into the latex body suit, legs first then arms and zipping up from the back. Slowly turning Sean, the 22-year-old field technician into a mere sex object. It felt amazing the way it hugged his body like a glove. He felt something come over his head, it was the hood. She pulled it down over him and fastened it at the back with the straps. He felt impaired of his senses now that his ears were covered. He had become Fiona's helpless rubber doll, deprived of his identity, sense of direction and self-worth. He only existed to please her. She reached around to the front of him and undid the zip at his crotch causing his boner to protrude out.

She gripped it and he gasped. "Can't have an orgasm without this thing available, can we?" taunted Fiona shaking it from side to side.

"No." Moaned Sean. She took her hand away and slapped him on the bum.

"Sit down." He obliged, carefully kneeling down and resting his bottom on the floor. Fiona walked back over to the drawers and opened the bottom shelf.

"What's your shoe size?" She asked.

"Uh... Eight." He replied nervously. Fiona brought out a pair of black leather high heel calf boots. They each had a small padlock attached to them.

"Since you've been staring at my boots all evening, perhaps you'd fancy a pair of your own." She smiled. "I think these ones would suit a slave like you well."

She walked over to him and knelt down. She lifted his foot and pushed the first boot on then zipped it up and fastened the padlock. "You'll learn walking in these bastards isn't as fun as it looks." She booted his other foot then walked to the other side of the room where a standing mirror lay against the wall. "I think you should get to see how you look all dressed up." She stood the mirror Infront of him showing his reflection.

He felt turned on seeing himself as the shiny latex doll he now was through the eyeholes of his hood with his sexy heels and boner on humiliating display. To think this is how his evening turned out after such a standard day.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"I feel hot. and helpless." He replied with excitement and pleasure.

"Excellent!" She grinned in delight. "Just as a slave should, and ready to cum." She put the mirror up against the wall to one side.

"On all fours slave, now!" She commanded. Sean leaned forward putting one of his heels on the floor but was unable to balance it causing him to fall back again.

"Hurry up slave!" She hissed. "Or I'll have you whipped!"

He put his feet out to his sides and got up on his knees then put his hands out falling on all fours.

"Good boy." She said. She walked over to his side and he tried to turn his head awkwardly due to its restriction in the hood.

"Eyes to the floor slave!" She demanded and he cast his gaze back to the ground. He waited patiently for what to happen next until he felt her heel on his back pushing his head against the ground. Fiona grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back. He felt rope, she was tying him up.

"A good rubber slave belongs in bondage twenty-four seven. Can't have you running away and scaring the hotel guests."

"Yes mistress." He replied in obedience. She strung him up so his arms and wrists were tightly bound against his back. He couldn't even move them a little. It was Secure but comfortable. When she was done, she stood up and walked to his front. He lifted his face as best he could from off the floor to in front of him to see what he could. He saw her pick up the spreader bar off the floor from earlier then she went back to the drawers again. The eyeholes of his hood restricted his vision from above her knee and he couldn't see what she was getting. She turned and noticed him looking again.

"SlAVE! EYES TO THE FLOOR! NOW! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!" She shouted. He clumsily brought his face against the floor again in terror. He heard her slam the drawer shut and briskly walk back over to him with her heels hitting hard on the floor.

"Just for that, I'm going to give you something to remember." She knelt down behind him and fastened the spreader bar back around his ankles then unzipped his crotch zip further open, exposing his buttocks. She stood up and held a leather crop. She placed the end of it on his butt cheeks.

"You're not meant to say or do anything other than what I instruct you, understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. I'm going to give you three lashes now. After each I want you to thank me for it."

"Yes mistress." He agreed sombrely. She lifted it high and brought it down with a crash into his buttocks causing him to cry out in pain. It hurt so much.

"Hmm?" She inquired. "Did I hear something?"

"Thank you, mistress!" He exclaimed.

She hit him again. The pain was unreal.

"Thank you, mistress!" He exclaimed again in agony.

She smacked him a third time blowing any words he could say out his mouth. He went quiet, tears welled in his eyes.

"Hmm? What's that?" She asked putting her hand to her ear. Sean sniffled and mustered all the strength he could to speak.

"Thank you. Mistress." He said quavering, then began to sob. She knelt down carefully and stroked his head over the hood.

"Aw, it's okay. We're all done now. But just remember to do what I tell you and slave's arse won't be stinging as bad." She said sweetly. She waited for him to sniff up his tears before she continued.

"I want you to relax for me as much as you can."

"Yes mistress."

He heard her move behind him. He heard her step one side to another then the sound of something brushing against fabric. He heard the click of a bottle cap open then another sound he couldn't quite put his finger on. He then felt what seemed like cold jelly being pressed against his butt then into his anus. He let out a soft moan as she entered him with her fingers going slowly in then out.

"I'm going to fuck you." She said. "And make you cum. And you'll take it like the little slave that you are."

"Yes mistress, he moaned in delight." It felt invasive at first but now her fingers began to feel quite pleasant massaging his insides. He always wanted a woman to tease his anus. She took her fingers out. He wondered if she really meant it. About fucking him. Surely it wasn't possible. She still had her clothes on After all. Unless-

He felt her hands grab his hips. He felt something hard against his anus.

"Relax for me slave." She said. "This is the only way you'll be allowed to cum." He couldn't believe it. She was going to peg him. He always secretly wanted a beautiful woman to do this to him. Would this count as losing his virginity? All these frantic thoughts were interrupted by the dildo entering his anus. He was overwhelmed by its invasive presence despite the lube. She eased forward pressing it in, in its entirety. He clenched his eyes and teeth tight shut as he took it and moaned in discomfort. She laughed softly.

"I told you to relax slave. The less you resist, the less it'll hurt and the better it'll feel. And maybe you'll be able to cum."

"Yes mistress." He said reluctantly. She continued slowly backing off then thrusting in again until she got a rhythm going. It felt so full and uncomfortable. But also nice when she went fully in. He tried to relax as much as he could like she told him to. Then after a few more thrusts, he could feel it brush against his prostate and it began to feel really nice. His grunts of discomfort began to turn into moans of pleasure.              

"Hmm? You like that slave?"

"Yes mistress." He replied in delight.

"Good. I knew you would. Don't think I've met a man that doesn't. Have you had fun tonight, Sean?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm glad." She continued thrusting as they talked. "A crazy idea and one I think you'd like. But how would you feel about becoming my slave indefinitely?" Sean couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Huh?" He asked surprised, still taking her thrusts.

"Well, I've had a lot of fun playing with you tonight, and I can see you have too. You'll be staying with us for the next six months, right? Maybe we can keep our wee dynamic going. By day I'll be your host and friend and your mistress come night. And you'll be my slave." Sean couldn't believe his ears. It was a dream come true.

"Yes mistress! I'd love that!" he exclaimed in delight as she continued to pound him.

"Brilliant!" She said. "I think we'll have a lot of fun together. Now tell me Sean. What do you think of my daughter Mhairi?"

Sean went silent. This question seemed abrupt. He didn't know how to respond to this in a way that might result in him being punished or denied his forthcoming orgasm.

"I just want an honest answer." She said still thrusting. "I won't be mad or upset, and I won't punish you. Just tell me what you think about her?"

"I think-"He said with difficulty as she slammed against his prostate. "I think, she's very beautiful, and kind, and pleasant to talk to."

"Oh?" She commented curiously. "Do you think you'd like to go on a date together, and get to know each other and see where it might go?"

"Y-yes! I'd like that a lot. Ah, she seems like a girl I'd want to be with. From the short while I've seen her. I just... I just Think I'd be too nervous to ask her out."

"Aw that's okay." Said Fiona comfortingly. "We can ask her together.

Together!? Thought Sean is confusion.

"Now as a seal of contract to be my slave. I'm going to make you cum. As soon as you do you are my property do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"If you want you could back out now, and refuse to become my slave. I'll untie you, Help you get that body suit off and you'll get dressed and head back to your room. You'll just be a normal guest at that again and we'll never discuss what happened tonight or you'll be barred from the hotel."

"No mistress! I want to be yours! Please let me cum and I'll be yours to serve and do as you please."

"Excellent!" she grinned in delight. "That's all I needed to hear." Her thrusting got more aggressive. Sean could feel his insides burn with delight as her dildo ravaged him, he could feel it coming.

"I want you to cum for me you little slut!" She hissed with joy. "Release all that good feeling inside you and let it all out."

"Ah, yes mistress!" She buried her strap on as far as it went inside him, the sensation was overwhelming. From being in bondage, to the feeling of the latex and wearing the sexy heels and his prostate being slammed, he erupted in an earth-shattering orgasm, shooting his load all over the floor as he screamed in delight. It was unreal how good it felt. The whole world seemed to vanish around him and it was if all the stars aligned for this very moment. He never knew a prostate orgasm could feel so good. When it was over he collapsed against the floor breathing heavily feeling completely drained. Fiona carefully pulled the dildo out of him and stood up. She walked slowly back to the set of drawers. Sean was too busy shivering in ecstasy to see what she was retrieving. He was too dazed to focus on anything.

Suddenly he felt the ropes around his arms and wrists being pulled and Fiona placed him back on his bottom sitting up with his heeled feet still in the spreader bar poking out Infront of him. He was dazed and disorientated. Fiona was on all fours Infront of him. She began wiping his genitals dry with a towel. Then felt something metal being placed around it. It was a steel chastity cage. She did it so fast. Clearly, she had caged a lot of men before this. Before he could get a chance to ask what was going on Fiona clicked the padlock on the cage shut. His cock was now imprisoned and Fiona looked up at him smugly.

"As my slave, I won't permit you to have any orgasms without my blessing. You'll wear it twenty-four-seven unless I take it off specifically, understand?"

"Y-yes mistress." He agreed in sombre acceptance.

"Good." She smiled. She stood up and walked towards the door. Sean began to panic. Where was she going? Was she just going to leave him like this?

"I'll be back in a wee minute, don't worry." She said assuringly. She opened the door and left with it closing gently behind her. He was left with the deafening silence and realisation of what he had got himself into now that his arousal was over. It seemed as if one of his wank fantasies had come true. He was overcome with such joy and excitement as well as anxiety regarding what being Fiona's slave would entail. Where did she have to go now anyhow while leaving him like this? All clad in latex and bound. It wasn't like an emergency occurred or anything.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity until the door gently opened again. "Here." Fiona's voice said from behind the open door. Panic! Did she bring someone else with her!? He couldn't bear the thought of someone else seeing him like this. Especially since his locked-up penis was on full display. Fiona walked in towards him with a grin of satisfaction. She walked behind him and put her hands on his shoulders and stood facing the open door.

"Come in." She said. From behind the open door emerged Mhairi. She put her hand to her mouth and her eyes opened wide Upon seeing this hooded and bound figure before her. Sean felt as if he would die of embarrassment after seeing her and her reaction.

"M-mum... What the fuck!!?" She said shocked.

"Hmm? Don't you recognise him dear?" said Fiona. Fiona removed her hands from Seans shoulders then undid the buckles at the back of his hood and pulled it off, revealing his flustered sweaty face bright red with embarrassment.

"No way!" said Mhairi in astonishment. "He was one your clients?"

Fiona giggled "No actually. He's our guest, but I suppose the evening took an interesting turn for us both."

"Aye, me too." Said Mhairi in confusion. "So why are you showing me this? Why did you bring me here?"

"Well, because Sean had something he wanted to ask you." Said Fiona pleasantly tapping Seans back. Mhairi looked back at him with expression of holding back laughter. Sean cast his eyes to the floor to avoid any more embarrassment than he could take, but was unsuccessful as his gaze was now directed at his locked-up penis. He clenched his eyes shut. It'd been years since the last time he asked a girl out, never mind exposed and bound like this Infront of her and her mother. He tried to speak but no words could leave his mouth.

"Speak slave!" Demanded Fiona slapping him on the back. She then grabbed his chin and tilted his head upwards towards Mhairi again. "And look at my daughter in the eyes when speaking to her! Like we practiced earlier!"

Mhairi began to chuckle. Sean took a deep breath and exhaled with a quiver.

"W-would you... L-like, to go on a date together... S-sometime?" It took all his strength to say it. Mhairi smiled and walked over to him carefully. She knelt down and put her hand on his cheek.

"I think I'd like that." She said sweetly. "You seem like the kind of guy I'd like. So shy, quiet and cute. I enjoyed talking with you in the bar earlier." Sean felt as if he were floating. He never had a girl talk about him in this way; he wanted to cry.

"Though- "she continued." I'm curious about the relationship here with you and mum." She turned her gaze to Fiona. "You called him slave. What does that mean?"

"Well dear, we have a special relationship. He's my slave and I'm his mistress. A partner in BDSM if you will."

"Okay." Said Mhairi concerned. "But I don't know if I can date a man who does sexual things with my mum. It's a bit off. I'm saving myself for my wedding night and I'd like the man I marry to do the same."

"Oh, dear it's not really like that. Our dynamic is primarily domination and submission. I won't be having sex with him or having any sexual contact with him other than maybe a bit of anal training. I'll be tailoring him into the kind of man that will submit himself fully to his future wife, body and soul and care for her every need. He's still a virgin like you and you have my word I won't violate that."

Mhairi smiled back at her. "I suppose that sounds good. How long is he staying at the hotel for again?"

"Six months." Confirmed Fiona.

"Okay." Said Mhairi. "Well six months should be enough time for him to make up his mind."

Make up my mind? What does she mean by that? Thought Sean.

"You mean to propose?" Asked Fiona. Mhairi nodded in confirmation.

"What?" Ask Sean perplexed.

"No talking slave!" demanded Fiona.

"It's my conditions for dating me." Said Mhairi. "I know of too many girls in relationships with guys who refuse to commit. Six months is plenty of time to get to know where we stand. We'll go on dates to get to know each other, maybe on weekends I can come visit you in Glasgow but know now there will be no sex, fondling or anything like that between us of that nature." She looked down towards Seans locked up penis and smiled cheekily. "And since mum's locked up your package it'll make things a bit easier."

"The day will belong to you two and the evening to us." Said Fiona.

"If at any point-"continued Mhairi "Within our six months of dating that you decide you don't want to marry me, tell me as soon as possible and we'll call it quits there. If at some point you decide you'd like my hand then you are free to propose there and then. But by the end of six months, I want an answer."

"Y-yes." Replied Sean. "I won't waste your time, Mhairi. I want to get to know you well and will give you my decision as soon as it's ready."

"Great. That's all I need to hear." She replied.

"So it's settled." Said Fiona. "You'll court my daughter and I'll train you to be a good obedient husband." Fiona pulled out a small set of keys from her pocket and held them in display Infront of Mhairi.

"These are the keys to his chastity cage dear. If you two decide to get wed, I'll hand them to you on your wedding day. As well as full ownership of him to you. I'll mould him into a man that will serve and cater to your every desire."

"I look forward to it." Grinned Mhairi in delight. She then knelt down and looked Sean in the eyes. "Let's have our first date together tomorrow night. We'll have dinner together at the bar."

"And after you'll come up here and do some training with me." Said Fiona.

"S-sound great!" said Sean nervously. "I look forward to it."

"Me too." Said Mhairi sweetly and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. She then stood up, turned around and walked away. "Meet at seven tomorrow." She said as she left out the door and it closed behind her.

"Ah, to be young and in love." Said Fiona. She looked down back at Sean. "I goanna make sure my daughter won't settle for a man who does the bare minimum so you better get ready for your training Sean, cause I'm not going easy on you."

"Yes mistress." He said.

"Well, it's getting late. I better head downstairs and get the bar cleaned and closed up" said Fiona. She pulled the hood back over his head then fastened it at the back. She went behind him and opened the door to the crawl in cage.

"I think this is a more fitting quarters for a slave to sleep in rather than the guest room." She smiled. Sean turned his head to the side as best as he could to see and saw from the corner of his vision Fiona opening the large cage.

She pulled out the ball gag from earlier and fastened it into his mouth through the hole in his hood. She then placed a blindfold over his eyes. He was now completely helpless and immobile. Being unable to see, talk or even hear or move properly. She grabbed a hold of the bindings on his arms and pulled him across the floor into the cage. Once he was inside, she padlocked the connections on the spreader bar to chains attached to the cage bars. She then closed the door and clicked the main padlock shut.

"Theres a baby monitor on the shelf next to the cage Sean. If you're in any trouble during the night just make a lot of noise and I'll come quick as I can." He nodded back at her, being unable to reply in any other way. She stood up and walked towards the door. She opened it and looked back at Sean in the cage one last time.

"Goodnight." She said then turned off the lights and closed the door leaving him in complete darkness and isolation.