Isabela was kneeling on the floor in front of the door, left ajar. She was wearing the slutty latex french maid dress like he had requested. The chest area was so low cut that her breasts were in full display. A latex thong pressed on her skin in such a way that her lower lips protuded on both sides of the thin strip of fabric. The skirt was flared so short that it ended about half an inch below her pussy lips when she was standing, and covered nothing when she was kneeling with her legs spread as she was at the moment.
Several accesories improved the image. High heeled shoes on her feet, over white latex stockings, supported by a black latex garter belt. Wide and thin leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. A wide thick leather collar on her neck, with a leash hanging from it, whose handle rested on the floor. On the front of the collar big metallic letters said “I'M A SUB”, in case someone saw her in all her hairless glory, and there were any doubt.
Like that, hands together on the small of her back, eyes downcast, she awaited for the arrival of her friend, and the closest she had had to a master. Every Thursday at the same hour she went to the same hair salon to have her head shaved. The man who worked there, Zack, a young man in his early twenties had the kindness to shave her in a private room instead of the common area. One day, months after they met, he suddenly asked her if she was into BDSM, perhaps having detected a vibe. That day their friendship was born.
Along those months they started to meet in person and talk about BDSM things, never by phone. She picked him on his college, if that day he didn't have to work on the hair salon, that belonged to his parents, and if they didn't have any other commitment, and took him to her home. There they had spent many afternoons together. They had started talking about what each one liked about BDSM, as it was what had brought them together, but in time they developed some trust and became friends. They shared anecdotes, secrets and ideas. She used to show him the things she had bought, sometimes modeling them. At night she took him back to his house.
In time they started a game of sorts. He started to act authoritarian and address her as “slave”, while she acted submissive and address him as “master”. It was all very light and prearranged, not going further. They both didn't want a big change in their lives that would make them dependant on each other.
At last he entered through the door, closing it. Immediately she said the already normal greeting, “Be welcome, master. This slave offers you her services.” Unceremoniously he feigned that he was opening the zipper of his pants and getting his penis close to her face. Then he responded, “And I accept them. Now worship.”
They had discussed three different orders for the three types of blowjobs. “Open” in case he wanted to grab her face or neck, depending on her position, and fuck her mouth as if it was a pussy, cumming in deep. A pussy that belonged to someone he despised. “Suck me” meant that she had to do the job with her lips and tongue, quick and to the point, drinking the cum as well. “Worship me” meant that she had to go slow, first covering his penis and testicles in soft kisses and then taking him in her mouth, enjoying herself, with no rush. Not a thing of that happened beyond the agreed salutation formula, but them both could imagine it in their minds.
As a matter of fact, she had taken him there in her car, as usual. Then he had waited for her to change clothes. Then walk a couple of minutes along the street only to enter again through the front door to start the game.
He loved that part of their friendship the most, her pretense of submission. He loved it so much that he couldn't prevent having an erection from time to time. She instead loved to feel like a true sub once in a while. To feel desired, specially by a younger man. He loved him talking to her like that, even if it had been prearranged. Still she loved much more when he helped her trying some kind a bondage equiment or technique that she couldn't use on her own, such as an armbinder or a complex shibari ropework. Most of all she loved when she was in the hair salon, sitting on a chair, unable to move because a sharp blade was moving along her scalp. The vulnerability of it, the degradation, the terrible power he had, for a few minutes.
She had considered doing the blowjobs for real, if only to have a bit of practice. He would undoubtedly accept. Should she have a real master one day, those skills would be useful. She lamented not being equally ready for a mistress. Even if she would prefer a man, she would also accept a woman. That woman could anyways fuck her well with a strap on or dildo should she desire that. While a man could chose not to fuck her pussy, satiating her need, and do mouth, ass or hands. She hoped as well that, as much as she would enjoy it, her master or mistress would enjoy it more, because the master's pleasure matters and the sub's doesn't.
After a pause she said “Thank you for letting this slave serve you, sir”, as if the blowjob had realy happened. Then he held her hand and helped her on her feet, not easy with those long heels.
She had realized that, beyond the weekend's adventures in the basement, and other form of light bondage activities, such as sleeping with her wrists cuffed or doing her house chores gagged, she wasn't doing much. She wanted to expand her submissiveness. She had invited him home, not only for fun, but also to discuss ideas. Therefor for more possible future fun. He was of course glad to help, while being spoken to as a dom, plus the enjoyment of watching her in several erotic attires and postures.
Later that day, while she cooked dinner, slightly bent down over the countertop, he sat on the chair, his head on the perfect height to see all of her tattooed bottom. Seeing her there, as well as other places and situations, was very tempting for him, which she understood. On several occassons she had allowed him to rub the tip of her penis against her body, which she loved, because made her feel both sexy and cheap. He had insisted on doing more than that, but she always said no, and he had to respect it.
Along the afternoon and night they put their ideas together. They discussed and came to conclusions. Decisions were made and new rules were set. Once accepted on both parts the rules became solid, and musted be obeyed.
Office hours had been off limits so far, but that could change. Eight hours a day in which she wasn't subbing were just not acceptable. From that moment on she could choose to wear a metallic choker and wrist cuffs. They would have to be small to not stand out too much, but she would not try to hide them either.
As her ass was being underutilized she could start to wear a butt plug. It could be small and semi rigid, but it should be there at least two hours a day, and in her purse the rest of the time. If she had a meeting planned, or a conversation with his boss, that moment would have priority.
Under her clothes she could start wearing corsets or waist cinchers, garter belts and pantyhose. If she was using pants, she would have to wear a skimpy thong or nothing at all. With jackets or sweaters, bras that didn't cover her nipples. If she was using skirt and light tops then sexy underwear within the limits of normalcy.
Those were the new optional rules for the office. For the rest of the day there were more. She could greet any stranger, regardless of age, as “sir” or “ma'am”. From time to time she could go to places thematically related to sex such as adult shops, theaters and strip clubs, be there at least half an hour, and drop occacional comments here and there pretending that she entusiastically loved to give oral sex, both to men and women, but never giving any specific information.
There were also new optional rules at home. She had to buy a sirik, linking arms, legs and neck, with maximum ten inches of chain between her wrists and ankles. She could wear it, along with an apron, and the wig, and nothing more, whenever she was cleaning the dust or using the broom, and the temperature so allowed. She could of course put on a robe and remove the chains if someone nocked on the door. If she wasn't using it she could wear the “I'M A SUB” collar all the time when at home, and never hide it. She could remove it if someone came but not before this person had had a clear look.
She could start using make-up. Heavy eyeliner and strong coloured lipstick, such as red, black or blue. She could pierce her earlobes as well and wear wide hoops, making sure that the wig didn't hide them.
She could also buy yet another butt plug. This one had to include a strong vibrating function, if possible, focused on the frontal wall of her anal cavity, the closest one to her pussy. When at home at the start of every hour between six and ten pm she could flip a coin. If it was heads she had to stick the plug in her ass and activate the vibratior at full intensity for ten minutes. Specifically she had to face a wall in a place of the house that could be seen from the outside, if there were somebody. In front of a window, for example. Fifteen minutes if the curtains and blinds were closed. Her nose had to be in contact with the wall, while her breasts and crotch had to be presing against it. She wasn't allowed to rub her clit against the wall, or even better, to move at all. Her wrists had to be crossed at the small of her back and the ankles separated at shoulder length.
She could decide if she was naked or not. If she was dressed and her pussy leaked a bit of fluid due to the stimulation, she wouldn't be allowed to change clothes even if she had to leave the house to go to a store or for any other reason. The smell would be there for anybody to find out. If she was naked she would have to lick the leakage from the wall, bending down on her waist and thus pointing her ass towards the window. For her health sake, instead of licking the paint, she would place in contact with her pussy some waterproof material, like a piece of latex, to lick it instead.
Before doing all that she had to flip the coin a second time. If it showed heads again, she would have to spend the same amount of time plugged on the wall, but without the stimulation. She liked that bit in particular. The vibrations in her ass would be a wonderful torture as she would undoubtedly enjoy it but not be able to cum. Without the vibration would be even better tho. It would be as if she were being punished and humiliated in her own home, staring on the wall, not doing anything at all. As a recommendation Zack proposed to put some kind of porn on the TV. While the actors were fucking she would be facing the wall, with her pussy gushing and leaving a spot, reminding her yet again what she could not have. As a final touch, she wasn't allowed to paint that particular spot, so anybody could see it and wonder what it was.
All those new rules were optional as Isabela wasn't sure of them. The idea of staring against the wall with the butt plug in was her favourite, but she wasn't sure either. Aside from those, two rules were set that would be mandatory, and she liked them a lot. She would have to use the sirik, and only the sirik, to sleep in bed at least once a week. And the second, when home alone she wasn't allowed to sit on anything that had a cushion, like the couch, but she was allowed to kneel on a cushion if it were on the floor.
The routine inside the basement had become boring, so they decided to add a couple more tasks to fill the void. The new rules regarding the basement were mandatory as well. First she would have to buy a school desk. She would attach an anal plug to the seat, of a size of her choosing. Then she would reprogram the controller in the basement. Every Sunday morning at exactly twelve minutes past ten, right after the last stimulation cycle, the microphone of the collar would shut down and a tablet would turn on, but only if she had found the robot on her first day. She would have to sit on the desk, putting the plug up her ass, and dictate. She had until feeding time at twelve past two to write a fictional story, of two pages minimum. It had to be in the first person and the main character's name musted be Isabela. She would have to be involved in sexual activites related to BDSM, not matter how realistic or creative. At some point on the story she had to end well fucked, loving it and begging for more, by a character whose name started with a “Z”. At the planned hour the feeding machine would bip and the story had to be over, because the tablet would save the file and shut down. That same afternoon after being freed from the basement she had to correct the errors and post the story in a forum where Zack used to hang out, as well as answering to the comments of the previous story, always in a polite tone.
Another task was decided that required yet another item, a machine with the shape of a metallic basket that had about twenty light elastic balls inside. On Saturday morning, before feeding time, a strong air current would send flying the balls all over the place, but only if she had found the robot and hadn't used the treadmill yet. She had until eight o'clock in the same afternoon to find all of the balls, take them with her mouth and put them in the basket one at a time. If she had found all of the balls the weight sensor would detect it, both avoiding punishment, that would be delivered that same night inside the cage, and getting permission to use the treadmill. There wouldn't be a warning system tho. If she used the treadmill before finding all twenty balls she would be punished, and one minute of electricity stright to her clit while walking in the treadmill would be devious. She would have to count the balls in her head. As an optional rule she could dip the balls in water mixed with one the same flavours the feeding machine was using, or any other liquid she fancied. She could already imagine herself crawling slowly on the floor, as to not hit the ball and send it bouncing far away. It was going to be fun.
The hardest part of the discussion were the holidays. She hadn't been using them to her full potential, watching TV or reading, instead of finding more ways to explore her submissiveness. The most obvious would be adding more days to the basement program, but they would have to add more tasks to fill time. He could come visit but not often because he had other plans.
Simple things to do were to wear bondage equipment at home, such as cuffs, hoods, blindfolds and gags. Also other garments like a corset or a catsuit. She would undoubtedly do those things. In addition she could take a walk down the street wearing a coat, covering the bondage stuff, but she wasn't comfortable with that. Another simple idea would be to enter in a forum online and do some roleplay, but that was too soft for her after having experienced the real thing. At last they decided that they would think of more ideas, and meet again in two or three weeks.