Lori revelled in her bondage. Master had excelled himself on this occasion.

Until recently he had contented himself anchoring her to the pedestal of the toilet bowl with a long length of chain. Heavy chain. A chain that rattled, as she dragged it through doorways or past furniture.

The deaf old drunkard in the flat below rarely complained. No matter what kind of noises Lori and her Master might be making. But Master was not happy about the damage the chain was doing to the architrave and casings of the doors.

So he had spent the weekend installing a rail along the ceiling. To this was attached the new shorter chain. It was long enough that she could reach most parts of the flat. But not those parts Master had deemed off-limits. The downside was she could no longer shut the bathroom door when in there. The rail allowed her entry but the chain stopped the door shutting.

So along with the chain attached to her collar Master had dressed her in a very tight latex hobble dress. Tiny steps in her ballet boots were the best she could manage. Her wrists were manacled together with a two-foot chain. The chain ran through a ring in the small of her back. So she could only reach forward with one arm at a time while the other was held behind her.

As little extras to this Master had filled all three holes. Her anus had the largest inflatable butt plug stretching her ring. A wifi-enabled vibrator was locked in her pussy and of course Master had locked on his, but not hers, favourite panel gag.

So encumbered Master expected her to perform several chores through the day. The last to have dinner waiting hot and ready the moment he walked in the door at the end of the day.

This had become routine as soon as Master had secured the job promotion that paid enough that Lori no longer needed to work. Master had stopped being her boyfriend and had become her Master full time. They had held a collaring ceremony, in front of a few close friends. Master had locked on the stainless steel collar, custom made in Germany, that had not been removed in the eight months since they had altered their lifestyle.

Lori was happy. She's always identified as a submissive and now Master was helping her live out her wildest fantasy.

The only fly in the ointment was the flat itself. To get the space they wanted, they'd had to move to a seedy part of town. Lori was fine locked away inside. But she didn't like going out unaccompanied.

Also, the drunk downstairs was a stinking slob. Now, in the winter, things weren't too bad. But in the summer the stink from his home, especially the foul-smelling weed he smoked, came wafting up through the windows.

Master had said that a new home would soon be on the cards though. With Lori as a slave, the couple had stopped going out as much as they used to. Plus with Lori cooking propper meals, fast food and restaurant dinners were rare treats. The result was the cost of living had fallen and Master had put quite a lot of money aside.

As Lori teetered through the flat doing her chores she wondered what her Master had planned for this evening. One of the best parts of belonging to Master was the amount of sex. Master used her almost always twice daily and often more than that. Plus on special occasions, he held parties of sports evenings with his buddies. On those events, her mouth was available for any who wanted to use it.

Just then she smelt it; smoke. What could be burning? She hadn't cooked anything yet. In a panic she teetered as fast as she could to the front of the flat. She looked through the window. There was smoke coming out of the flat window below. The flat was on fire.

She couldn't climb out of a window the chain to her collar was too short. She couldn't shout or call for help, the gag stopped that. The front door, extra secure due to the neighbourhood, was beyond her reach.

The smoke was in the flat now. She could see it. Suddenly an idea struck her. Teetering at full pelt she made her way into the playroom. There hung on the wall was a gas mask. It was a struggle with her wrists bound but she managed to get it on. Next, she made her way to the bathroom. She put the plugs in both the sink and the bath and turned them on full. Finally, she rolled into the bath.

Twenty minutes later a fireman loomed out of the smoke-filled air.

"Fuck me!" He exclaimed. "I've seen it all now."