Tomorrow is Day One

*This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 21+

All actions are consensual even if specified otherwise.*

We messaged back and forth for a few weeks. I told her about everything. I told her what I'm interested in, my experience, my fetishes, my desires. In countless video calls and texts, she learned everything I could tell her about myself. She wanted a live-in sub/slave to be hers. It was a dream come true. I would live at her home under her direction and care. I agreed to everything. All I had to do was show up...

I anxiously look at my phone, checking for notifications and the time. 9:14 pm We agreed to meet up in the far end of the parking lot of the local grocery store at 9:00. I unlock my phone and open the uber app, but right before I request a ride, a notification pops up. It's from her. All it reads is "Turn around, red Chevy" I look behind me to see a car flashing its brights.

Naturally, I approach the car at an angle to check if I recognize the driver. It's definitely her; I feel at ease.

Without thinking I raise my hand as a weak greeting as she rolls down the driver side window.

She says "I got here five minutes ago and saw you standing there. I didn't message you because I wanted to see what you would do. Hop in!"

No need for introductions. I suppose we had already seen each other through video chat so it wasn't too odd.

A round the front of the car and pull on the passenger side door handle, but it is still locked. I look at her through the window and she points to the backseat. "Oh, my bad..." I say to nobody and move to open the rear right door. Looking inside the backseat I am surprised how clean it is, like it was freshly washed and cleared out. Nothing on the floor, not even a stain. While I take a seat and close the door, she says, without looking at me "I was worried you would chicken out! Most guys never get this far." This evokes an awkward smile from me as I get settled and put on my seatbelt. "Well, I've come this far. No sense in quitting now!" With a hint of nervousness in my voice. I think she picked up on this hint and she looks back with a reassuring smile.

She pulls out of the lot into the roadway. "It's not far from my house, I just didn't want an uber dropping you off right at my house. What would my neighbors think if they saw?" I just reply with "Right, right." Even though I'm not really sure what the neighbors would have thought.

An uneventful drive later, she pulls into the driveway of a decently sized two story home in a well to do neighborhood. Putting the car in park, she then takes off her seatbelt and opens the driver door. I try to do the same but when I pull the handle nothing happens. Before I can tell her, she closes her own door and walks around to my side and opens the door for me from the outside. "Sorry, just a precaution." I think to myself, a precaution for what, but I don't let it leave my lips. I get out and she leads me to the front door. She presses some numbers into the keypad on the lock and opens the door. She invites me into her home and closes the door, automatically locking. Again, everything is very clean and orderly, almost as if it were a model home.

As soon as she set down her car keys, her demeanor changed slightly. "Place your phone and wallet here and follow me." It sounded more like an order than a request, so I did as instructed. Together, we walked into the master bedroom on the ground floor. I recognize it as the bedroom she was in on our video chats. In front of the framed bed was something I had not seen in our chats, a chair or table with restraints for the arms, legs, torso, and one strap for the head. She must have placed it there recently. In a commanding voice, she said "Sit." I realize I'm blushing and meekly point at it with a quizzical expression directed at her. She nods.

I slowly take a seat. I can't help but feel things are moving a bit quickly and my heart rate elevates. I try to think of something to say but words aren't coming out as she positions my legs into the leather restraint cuffs. I could barely say "I.. I think..." "Silence!" She said, so abruptly that it scared me. But I did as told and cut off what I was going to say.

She grabbed my wrist and pulled it toward the leather cuff, but she could feel resistance from me and locked eyes with me. I was wide-eyed trying to read the situation, but her stern gaze made me relent. She locked my wrists in the cuffs, and set a strap across my head, which she tightened to the point I couldn't look away.

"Now I'm going to get changed, and I don't want to hear a thing from you while I'm in there." With that she walked into the master bathroom and closed the small double doors separating the spaces. I was left to my thoughts.

My mind racing, I tested the bonds. Very secure on my legs and wrists. Not much wiggle room. I try to calm myself by deep breathing, but my heart keeps pounding. It's scary but exciting, not knowing what is happening. I think back to the conversations we had.

It is true that I wanted to have her take control, and it is also true that I agreed to be bound by her. I am just concerned because of the lack of conversation and explanation with the current circumstance. As I assess my options, the double doors open.

It reveals my new mistress in black lace lingerie, standing confidently in the doorway, smiling. She slowly walks toward me, her hips swaying as she moves. She comes to a stop directly in front of me.

"Let's go over the rules, shall we?"

"You will address me as 'Mistress' at all times. You will follow my commands at all times. I will address you as 'pet' at all times. You will wear a chastity cage at all times. I will control if and when you have an orgasm for the duration of your stay here. I can change or add any rules I see fit at any time. Understand?"

I was in shock. It was so much to take in. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a thought that I cannot do this is flickering. Doubt. But I have done everything right; why not take a chance. What's the worst that could happen?

"Yes, Mistress." I say, nervously.

She seems surprised that I would accept so willingly. This is likely the reason for the restraints and the precautions.

"Good... good." She looks away while saying this.

"Are you wearing a cage right now, pet?"

I try to shake my head no but the strap above my head prevents it, so I audibly say "No, Mistress."

"Well let's fix that!" She walks to her dresser and from the top shelf she takes a metal ringed chastity cage, and rolls it around in her hand. "Too big." She mutters. She picks up a smaller pink cage with an integrated locking system. "That could work..." She returns to me.

The way she looked at me, like prey caught in a trap, it turned me on. I could feel myself getting hard at the sight of her, but I knew this would be counterproductive, so I tried my best to suppress it.

My mistress asked me, "If I open the cuff on your right leg are you going to fight me?"

"Of course not, Mistress." She laughs.

Mistress opens the cuff on my right leg and immediately goes to unbutton my pants and pulls the zipper down. I am too shocked at the immediacy,, so I hold my breath. She pulls the right leg out of the pant leg and guides my underwear off the right side. Mistress then straightens my now bare leg and places the cuff back on, locking it.

My half erect penis is now visible to her but she pays no notice. She undoes the cuff of the left leg now, and more easily pulls the pants and underwear out from under me. Now I am half sitting half laying in the chair with only my shirt on, bottom half completely exposed.

She separates the two part cage and begins feeding my testicles through the ring portion. I try my hardest to not become erect but I am failing, so it makes her job more difficult. Still she forces both through and then grabs my penis and directs it through the ring.

This is a very intense experience for me as it is the first time some else has placed a cage on me. It is almost intoxicating, and I cannot think straight.

She places the cage over my member and presses the cage and ring together. When they align to her satisfaction she presses the button on the ring to lock them together. I am breathing very deeply now.

"Calm down, it's just a cock cage." She says mockingly.

She grabs the total sum in her right hand and squeezes, getting a little squeal from me, to her delight.

She returns to her dresser to pull out a final item, a black blindfold. Mistress guides the blindfold over my eyes and moves it slightly to correct where I could see out the side.

"I wanted the next part to be a surprise, showing you your room." I wanted to say something questioning why not this room, but I said nothing.

She undid every strap and cuff of the restraint chair and takes my hand in hers, helping me stand up and then leading me somewhere.

Mistress leads me down the hallway until we stop at another door. Likely a guest room, I think.

Curiously I hear her pressing buttons in a code like on the front door, and the door opens a crack. She pushes it inward and leads me inside.

Mistress brings me to the center of the room and pulls my shirt off, then places a leather collar attached to a chain around my neck, secured with a padlock. She takes off my blindfold to reveal the room.

As my eyes readjust I notice it looks more like a dungeon than a guest room. There is a queen sized framed bed, with the headboard against the back wall. The frame has many metal rings to allow for securing things to it.

I recoil from this to find that the collar prevents me from getting closer to the door we entered from. Turning around I see my new Mistress standing in the door frame with one hand on her hip and the other on her head.

"Well, I'll leave you to get settled. I'll be back in the morning with a meal for you. This is where you will stay your first two weeks."

My eyes widen at the prospect. "Two weeks?!"

She frowns at me and says "Two weeks, what?"

"Two weeks, Mistress?" I replied quickly.

"Yes. After that I will consider taking you out of this room, if you are good and obey me. Tomorrow is day one."

I am too stunned to speak and she knows it, so she just smiles at me and leaves the room. The door locks behind her and I see that there is a code lock again on this side. So even if I get out of the collar I don't know the code...

I am starting to get tired, even through all the excitement of the day, so I move to the check out the bed. It is covered in rubber of some kind, and the sheets are made of latex. The two pillows again are layered in latex. The chain lets me lay down in the center of the bed without causing tension on my neck. I pull the latex sheet acting as a blanket over my body, and notice I am already dripping from my cage. That's probably why everything is covered, I think. I lay my head back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling.

Alone with my thoughts I cannot reject how turned I am even though I'm scared. I practice deep breathing and slowly I drift off to sleep. I am awaiting tomorrow, constantly repeating in my head.

Tomorrow is day one...