Something was brewing. Mistress Fagin had been in an odd mood all day. It was hard to describe but she was giving off the sort of vibe that said she was excited about something.

Since the first job she had taken me on I'd been used four more times. After the last, she'd gleefully shown me a news broadcast about the spate of burglaries with a photofit that looked distressingly like me.

After that, I'd been kept indoors almost exclusively. Needless to say, I'm still belted after nearly a year of service. It has been off a fair few times now. Though only for hygiene reasons. Mistress ties me to the bed, removes the belt. Shaves and washes me and then puts the belt back on. Honestly, I've forgotten what it is like to climax.

Because I never go out in public these days I'm either naked or dressed in fetish gear all the time. Mistress has a really large lady boner for latex rubber. She's quite the sadist too. If I'm good she will still flog me. If I slip up she really goes to town.

I've been thinking lately that going to prison would be a walk in the park to what Mistress puts me through. I've been too scared to run. But my life is hell. Prison could not be any worse than this.

Like now I'm kneeling in front of her waiting for her to acknowledge me. From the neck down I'm dressed in latex. Black catsuit, red corset and red thigh high ballet boots. Ballet boots! Torture shoes is a better name. Ballerinas only go en pointe for short periods during a performance. These fuckers make you walk on your toes all bloody day.

I've been waiting for half an hour. It could be an hour more before she puts down the book. She knows I'm there. She's glanced at me a few times. But she's making me wait because she can. Oh, hold on the book has gone down.

"Slave I've been thinking about your future. I think it is time we got some basic unsaid truths out in the daylight so we can be more honest about things."

"Yes, Mistress." Well here comes whatever new hell she has planned.

"When I burgled your home I never thought I would be stealing you too. Yet you had placed yourself in bondage and walked away from your keys. It was child's play to enslave you. Now I'm going to ask you some questions. It is important you answer honestly. I will not punish you for anything you say in this conversation. Just tell the truth. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." I don't believe her.

"So the collar around your throat and your chastity belt. Why did you lock them on?"

"Mistress, I used to enjoy self-bondage games. You know this."

"I do, slave. But I want you to state out loud your motivations again. I don't care what you think I know. Again, why did you lock each of these things on?"

"I locked the belt on because my orgasms were better if I made myself wait, Mistress. The collar was there so I could fantasise I was a slave and it was my Master who had me in bondage."

"All the bondage items in your spare room. You were going to put them on over the weekend and stay that way until the postman put the keys through your letterbox?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Whereupon you'd struggle up the stairs, still in bondage, to the strongbox with the keys, to secure your release?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then after getting your release, you'd masturbate?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"This was better than real sex?"

"I don't understand, Mistress."

"You are attractive. Petite with a good figure. You're not that bright, but you had a steady job. Enough to pay a mortgage and live day to day with spare to buy some kinky sex toys. Why did you not have a lover?"

"Mistress, I was scared to reveal my kinky side to anyone."

"You've heard the phrase, 'You only live once,' yes?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you think it's a joke?"

"Mistress?"

"I'm serious. No one gets out alive. This is it. You're young and fit once. You could get cancer, or hit by a truck or, fuck, a meteorite could fall from the sky. Life is too short to be scared. You need to grab it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"So for nearly a year, I've been making you live out your favourite sexual fantasy."

"No, Mistress."

"Oh? I've kept you in bondage. Dressed you in rubber. I've demeaned you and humiliated you. I've whipped you and beaten you. Your tongue has not gone a day without pleasuring me. I've ensured you have fresh welts on your backside before the old ones have faded. You are my personal slave. You rise before me and you cannot rest before I turn in at night. What have I gotten wrong?"

"Mistress, you've not fucked me."

"You locked yourself in a chastity belt. In your fantasies, your Master does not fuck you. That only happens when you get out of your bondage."

"Mistress, I only did it that way because I had to. When I got the keys I'd take the belt off first. Fap, then release myself from the rest of the bondage."

"Well, it sucks to be you then. Why should I fuck you?"

"Because you want to. Because you can. Because it may be fun. Because I'm pretty and you can rape me whenever you want. Because I'm your slave, Mistress."

"You've been thinking of trying to escape haven't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I've nothing to lose."

"I could up the security. But really, it would make keeping you a chore rather than the luxury it is now... Thirty to one."

"Mistress?"

"I'll let you have an orgasm after I've had thirty. But you become a willing, consenting, slave."

"Set me free!"

"No, that's not on the table. If we don't come to an understanding, I will dispose of you."

"You wouldn't."

"I've burgled countless homes. Torched quite a few. Two of those fires hurt firefighters. I've enslaved you and tortured you too. Not to mention coerced you into a life of crime too. I utterly cannot afford to be caught. If you do not deal with me now. I. Will. Rid. Myself. Of. You."

She stared at me hard. I believed her.

"Umm... Five to one?"

"Get real. That would have you cuming more than once a week. Twenty-five."

"Ten?"

"Twenty. I'll go no lower, slave."

"Deal, Mistress."

"Shake," she held out her hand. I took it. "Just so we are clear. What you have agreed to is life as it has been. Me, your owner. You, my slave. For real. You don't run. In return you get fucked at least one in every twenty."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'll add, now, this is for life."

"Life, Mistress?"

"Follow me," she ordered striding into the kitchen.

"This is the device you use to remove that collar, yes?" She was holding up the tool that indeed disengaged the mechanism in the collar.

"Yes, Mistress."

"This is Araldite Steel epoxy resin glue." She showed me a blister pack with two tubes of glue in it. "It sets in five minutes and according to this pack, once dry can be drilled sanded and painted like steel. I'm going to put it in the keyhole of your collar."

She opened the tubes and squeezed out two small blobs of each. She promptly mixed the two together until she had one grey blob. With no further discussion, she pulled me to her by the ring on my collar. Scooping up an amount of the resin on a small plastic spatula she moved in and, I guess, did as she said she would. I realised I was trembling.

"Is it done, Mistress?"

"Yes, slave. You will die in that collar."

"Really, Mistress?"

"Yes, you can have that key now. I've no use for it. If you tried to stick it in the hole it would just push the glue down into the inner workings. The collar is there for life. You are mine forever."

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, it is quite arousing. Get to your knees, slave," Mistress lifted her skirt as I knelt. "If this turns you on as much as me girl, just think, only nineteen more to go after this."

I got busy pleasing my owner.