“Welcome! Glad you came!”

 The scowl across Meredith’s face made it quite clear she wasn’t nearly as glad to be there as her host was. “As if I had a choice.” The young, dark haired 26-year old woman grumbled as she followed him into his living room.

 “Now now…” He shot back with a chuckle, “You had your choice...last night when you chose to take my little wager. You can hardly complain now about having to accept the consequences…”

 For a second, Meredith seemed ready to do just that, but after a moment’s thought, she seemed to change her mind and just sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.” She said in a tone of weary resignation.  

 “Splendid! Now, if you would take off all your clothes, while I go and fetch the shackles.”

 “What! Really!?!” Meredith replied, incredulous. “The bed never said…”

 “The bet was that you’d agree to be my slave for the weekend and follow all my rules. Rule number one: For slaves, clothes are a privilege, not a right. I’ve got an outfit for you...if you can earn it.”  

 “I bet you do…” Meredith grumbled. “Fine.” She grabbed the zipper of her jacket and pulled it down. As her host left the room, she slipped it off and set it across the arm of the nearby couch. She unzipped and pulled off her boots and set them on the floor beside it.

 She paused a long moment, debating whether she was really going to go through with this before grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head. Her jeans were unbuckled and pulled down her long legs. Finally, reluctantly, she unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, tossing them onto the small pile with the rest of her clothes and stood completely naked.

 Just then, the door opened and her host came in, carrying a cardboard box. It rattled with a loud clatter as he set it down.

 “Oh my god!” Meredith exclaimed, seeing the mass of chains and shackles inside. “You’re not going to use all of that, are you?”

 “Can’t have my slave running away, now can I?” He chuckled.

 “I’m not sure I’d be able to walk with all that metal on me.” She replied.

 “Sure you can...with the right encouragement.” He told her with a grin. “Now, hold out your hands in front of you…”

 As soon as she had stripped, Meredith’s hands had involuntarily gone to try and cover her naked body, as best she could...which wasn’t much. Reluctantly, she extended her wrists to be shackled, painfully aware of how this exposed her bare, perky breasts and sex.

 Her host leered, obviously enjoying the view as he picked up one set of shackles out of the box and came forward, holding one cuff out, open to slip around her wrist.

 “Damn it!” She yelped as the metal touched her bare skin. “That’s cold!”

 “Sorry about that. These were out in my shed overnight.” He told her, his wide grin giving lie to his apology. “Other wrist, please.”

 Meredith bit her lip, in anticipation for the feel of the cold metal. She shivered as the shackle closed tight, joining her hands together by a couple inches of sturdy chain.

 “Ok...now for the collar.” He lifted a wide, heavy metal circle out of the box. Meredith cringed, already shivering. She yelped as the collar closed around her neck and locked shut, feeling the cold metal press against her neck.

 While her attention was focused on that, she didn’t notice as her host, now her captor, took a length of chain out of the box and swiftly looped it around her waist. She jerked back, but couldn’t stop him from slipping a padlock between one end of the chain and the middle where they met and locking the belt in place. The free end left dangling was then pulled between her legs and up to the back of the belt.

 “Shit!” She jumped as the cold metal met her most sensitive spot. “Is this really fucking necessary!” She swore, angrily.

 “Maybe not…” He replied, with a grin. “But I think this definitely will be.” At this, he pulled out a large leather bit gag. Stepping over, he forced the bit between her teeth and buckled it on tight. Meredith chewed on the gag, grunting angrily.

 “Now now…” He told her, bending down to slap a pair of ankle fetters on her. They were just as cold as the rest of the metal shackling her body. “You know what will warm all that up?” He grinned, clipping a chain leash to her collar. “A brisk morning of

 hard labor out in the backyard!” Meredith could only grunt through her gag as he pulled sharply on the leash, leading her to the door...