I slowly felt awareness trickle back into my body. It felt distinctly unpleasant.

I groaned. How much had I had last night?

I raised my hands to my face to scrub the sleep from my eyes. Or at least, I tried to. They moved about a foot and then suddenly yanked to a stop. My eyes snapped open. I was staring up at the ceiling. At the unfamiliar ceiling. I pushed that thought to the side for a moment and looked down at my hands. Leather cuffs were snugly buckled around my wrists, little padlocks twinkling in place. Even as I looked at them I noticed the rest of my body and gave out a strangled yelp.

My mind spun as I examined myself. My clothes I wore out last night were gone. Instead I was dressed head to toe in sleek black rubber. My feet and legs were enclosed in knee high boots with a slight heel to them. Cuffs were locked around my ankles with a short chain, making any attempt to run a fool’s errand. An opening had been partly unzipped around my crotch and my eyes bulged as I saw my cock securely locked away in a chastity cage. I really felt panic when I saw that, plus the secure leather belt wrapped around my waist, to which my hands were chained. Just enough slack to move them around a bit, but they couldn’t reach higher than my mid-chest.

I sat up fully in the bed, swinging my legs over to the side, and then nearly toppled right over as something shifted inside me. I let out a guttural moan as I felt its firm presence in my rear.

What the hell happened last night?

After taking a few moments to recover, I cautiously scrambled up to my feet. It took me a little while to get used to move and stand in the heeled boots, made more difficult by the mincing little steps I was forced to take because of the cuffs and chain. Now that I was up I took a look at the room around me. Definitely wasn’t mine, although it appeared normal enough. One largish bed, flanked by bedside tables. A large walk-in closet along the far wall from me. And that was about it, apart from a small mirror hanging from the back of the door.

I shuffled over to the door, peering at the mirror and received another shock. I was collared! I had a thick black leather collar wrapped around my neck and secured with a padlock, a small tag hanging from the ring on its front. I drew in a ragged breath as I leaned in to read the tag.

Property of Mistress Midnight

I shivered as I read it, my cock swelling in its cage. Someone had done this to me. Dressed me, bound me, and collared me. Why? I shook my head, the remnants of my resolve steeling itself. I wasn’t going to find out anything hanging around this bedroom. I stretched out my hand, still shaking a little, and opened the door.

It opened into a fairly large hallway. I shuffled down the hallway, the click clack of my boots the only sound apart from my ragged breathing. Then I heard talking. A TV! That meant that someone was here. I shuffled a little quicker, my mind going over and over what I was going say. How dare this person do this!? Who the hell did they think they were?? Then, a little voice in the back of my head, Would they let me go?

I rounded a corner, passing through a little arched entrance, and found myself in a rather well appointed living room. Luxurious looking couches and chairs were tastefully arranged around a coffee table. A large TV screen dominated the far wall, with a large bay window looking out onto a large lawn. While my eyes darted over these items briefly I was suddenly greeted by a warm voice,

“Well good morning pet.” I turned, and my prepared little speech dissolved into mush inside my head.

A gorgeous black woman was sitting on one of the couches, which had been slightly offset out of my view. Even sitting down I could tell she would be taller than me. Dressed in a tight catsuit of her own she was regally reclining on the couch, her feet crossed at the ankle in front of her. I felt my mouth hanging open a little as I took her in, and then flushed as my eyes made my way to her face, and were greeted with a warm smile.

“A little shocked this morning, are we?” She beckoned me closer with a languid finger, muting the television. I shuffled forward hesitantly, my mouth working as I tried to formulate a sentence.

Her smile widened at my obviously flustered state and, as I reached her, she pointed a commanding finger at the ground,

“Why don’t you kneel down there for me, and I’ll fill you in on last night?”

I shivered at the effortless command, and fidgeted in my bonds for a few agonizingly long moments. But I couldn’t see anything to be gained at the moment by refusing her, and she wasn’t acting like a crazed psycho. Apart from having me all tied up in her home. But the unmistakable warmth in her smile put me a little at ease, weird as that was. I knelt.

“Good boy,” she murmured, reaching out to trace a finger down my cheek, “I’m certainly glad we ran into each other last night.”

“What…umm…that is…why…?”

“How’d you end up here, wearing my collar?” Another smile flashed at me, “Well, I think it only fitting for you to understand what happened.”

She settled a foot in my lap, “You and a few of your friends were at a pub I happened to be at last night. I’m not sure how long you were there for, but eventually you mustered up enough courage to come talk to me. Very cutely too I might add,” She grinned as I blushed, “And you were about that shade of red too.”

Memory began to poke through the fog of last night. I remembered seeing her sitting at the bar, dressed in a killer black leather outfit, complete with boots and jacket. It had taken quite a bit of encouragement, and not a little liquid courage, for me to finally dare to approach. I hadn’t had a clue what I was going to say, and I must’ve blurted out something right, because she had favoured me with a smile in response.

We had chatted for a while, and I recall eventually sounding a bit closer to normal. A few more rounds, bought by her, had been sufficient to keep me in an adventurous state of mind, without tipping over into disaster drunk territory. Looking back, she had been pretty good at keeping me riding that edge.

“Once we got to know each other a little bit, I thought you might enjoy a change of scenery. And to give you a chance to get out from under the pressure of knowing your friends were watching us.” She rubbed her foot against my thighs and caged cock, and I moaned at the ministrations.

She giggled, “Awww. Anyway, so I offered to take us to a different establishment, one of my favourites, and you couldn’t agree fast enough. So dashingly brave of you.”

I didn’t feel particularly dashing, done up like this, but that seemed to elude her. Or she had her own idea of ‘dashing’.

I didn’t remember the exact process of leaving the pub, I just had a brief memory of us making our way down a semi crowded street of other revellers. She had been partially supporting me, both of us laughing and making stupid little jokes. I had been absolutely amazed that someone this gorgeous had deigned to talk with me, much less invite me to accompany her further into the night. And I had not been about to walk away from this amazing experience. Not even when met with the realization of what her favourite place was.

Her foot continued its stroking as she cocked her head in remembrance, “I guess I had neglected to mention that the place was a fetish club. But the wide eyed look you gave me was worth it. The war between embarrassment and curiosity across your face was really something. Just made you all the cuter!”

I felt my flush deepen, and my hands twisted against their restraints. I had been pretty damned taken aback. So much so that I could remember better after that moment. A little more sober. Not enough to fully regain my usual caution, but enough that I could appreciate my surroundings.

She had breezed past the bouncers at the front, keeping me tucked in close at her side. They hadn’t even given us a second thought, though I couldn’t help but eye some of the others waiting in line. Leather was a favourite it seemed, though I caught flashes of shinier material on several individuals waiting to get in. A closer look had been denied as she ducked the two of us through a thick curtain, and I found myself inside the club.

“Mmmm. I always quite enjoy being with a newbie the first time I bring them to Alice’s place. I think your jaw just about the hit the floor hmm?”

I nodded in spite of myself. That it had. My first experience with bondage and fetish. And I had had a sexy, leather clad woman holding me tightly to her side, and taking me on a personal little tour of the main floor.

Needless to say, by the time she led us to a little booth I had been getting pretty fired up.

The stroking stopped for a moment as she reached over to the side table where the TV remote sat, and fiddled with it for a moment. I turned to look and found myself looking at me, from last night. She had clearly recorded this on her cellphone.

“Just watch.” At my wordless question. Then, the volume went up.

“…it’s just so different!” I was saying, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You like it though?” Her hand was rubbing my shoulder.

On the video I saw the spots of colour break out on my cheek, and the little shiver in my shoulders. She must have felt that and known. Right then and there.

“I mean…yeah…yeah, I guess I do.” I grinned the grin of a tipsy friend, wide and utterly without guile.

“Feel like trying it out? Alice is a good friend of mine, and there’s a whole bunch of gear that we can play around with. If you feel up to the challenge that is…”

Past me laughed on the video, “I feel like I can do anything tonight! Sure, we can try a few things I suppose.” I had clearly been eager, after seeing the fetish club sights.

The video cut out.

“We had quite the time picking your outfit out, let me tell you. You just couldn’t make your mind up about what you wanted to try, so I had to take charge.” I darted a glance at her, “Well I wasn’t going to spend all night in a dressing room with you sweetie, so I gave you the catsuit you’re in now and told you to change.”

“Once you came back out, looking so fetching in your new look, I had everything else ready for you. Your boots, your hood, and a few bondage toys to complete the look. And you were ecstatic.” There was no give in her eyes, no inkling that she was making anything up, “I couldn’t get you squared away fast enough. I almost had to gag you, you were so excited.”

Flashes of this tumbled through my mind, but it wasn’t all that clear. What was clear was a memory of me standing in front of a mirror in the dressing room, completely enclosed in rubber and leather, with my arms drawn back in a monoglove, and her standing beside and slightly behind me, beaming. Just beaming at me, like she was so proud of me dipping my toes into her world. I wanted her so badly then, right in that moment, but hadn’t had the words, or the courage, to spit it out right then and there.

And she played right into that. Running her hands up and down my catsuited and bound body. Squeezing in all the right places, whispering little words into my ears that had me almost screaming in longing. And then it all got fuzzy again.

I opened my mouth to ask what had happened next, but the woman, who I had to assume was Mistress Midnight, was already hitting play on the next little video she had queued up.

This time the phone was clearly being held by someone else, standing a little offset to the two of us. I was kneeling in front of the booth, with the crotch of the catsuit unzipped, and my fully erect member jutting out in front of me. Mistress Midnight was sitting in front of me, her legs to either side, and her hands teasing and stroking my cock. My moans from last night came ringing though the speakers, crystal clear, as did her words, “You wanna cum sweetie? Huh? You want me to make you cum right here?”

I saw myself nodding furiously, gasping out ‘pleases’. The holder of the cell phone captured the grin that crept across Midnight’s face, “Then you have to submit to me baby. You have to become my bondage slave. Would you like to be my bondage slave sweetie?” I watched myself nod, as if in a daze.

“I want to hear you say it baby. I want you to say it loud enough so everyone can hear you.”

“Please Mistress,” Past me could barely string words together. My eyes had been glazed over at that point, staring at her but out of focus, “please. I want…I want to be…your s-s-slave.” The last word was hissed out of my mouth, “Please collar me. Please enslave me! Just please let me cuuuummmmmm!!”

A small cheer from the few people watching the scene was raised as she smiled down at me, the same warm smile that had greeted me this morning. The leather collar I now had locked around my neck came sweeping out from behind her, and was swiftly wrapped around my neck and secured with the padlock. As past my reeled in my restraints, and from the heady realization of what I had just done tumbled through my foggy thoughts, she grabbed my cheeks with one hand and gave me a forceful, domineering kiss. As she released me I watched myself gasp in a breath of air, before being firmly ball gagged. With my mouth suitably silenced, her hands then darted back down to my raging hard on, and quickly brought me to spurting orgasm.

I knew my mouth was open as I watched the screen, but I couldn’t help myself. I saw the last few moments of the video as my now spent cock was gathered up into the chastity cage I now wore and stowed away. Then she produced a leash, snapped it to my collar, and dragged me up to my feet, “Thank you friends, but I’ve got to get my new slave back home. He’s going to have a full day tomorrow, getting settled in. I’m sure we’ll be back though, once I’ve got him trained in his new role.” Some more laughter and a couple more cheers as she smiled at whoever had been holding her phone and reached past the screen. And then all was blackness.

“So you see pet, I didn’t kidnap you.” The words tore my eyes from the now blank screen back to Mistress Midnight. My Mystery Woman from last night. “Far from it little one. You wanted this, deep down.” She smiled and prodded at my chest with her foot, “You begged me on your knees to be made a slave. To be made my slave. And that’s what you’re going to be.”

I shook my head, still off-balance with the sheer absurdity of the whole idea, “But I—.”

She clamped a firm hand over my mouth, the other one reaching behind her, “That’s not up for discussion pet.” Her eyes were sympathetic, but there was no give in them, “I realize you will need some time to process your new position and role in life, and that’s ok. In fact,” her covering hand pulled my mouth open and firmly plugged it with a panel gag, a large rubber dildo filling my mouth, “That’s what will make training you fun.”

“Mmmmph!”

“Hush now.” She buckled the panel gag tightly around my head, and then favoured me with another warm smile, seemingly surreal given what she had just done, “There. Now your mouth won’t get you into any trouble while you think about your new life as my slave.”

I had all sorts of things to say now in response to that, but all that came out were a series of grunts, moans, and groans.

“Gag talk is sooo sweet pet. But you can’t kneel at my feet all day, much as we’d both enjoy that.”

She pulled me upright, and I rose up mostly on autopilot. She gave my shoulder a gentle pat,

“Now, I’ve made a small list of chores for you to get started on today. I won’t give you a full load just yet, since it’s your first day. Aren’t I nice?”

I stared at her at her, still in shock at the suddenness of everything. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my panel gag,

“Provided you complete everything to my satisfaction before dinner, we can have some more fun times tonight. If not though…” she gave a little tsk, “Well, there’s a cage in the basement where you’ll spend the night after I provide some corporal encouragement for your efforts tomorrow.”

“Mmmmph?!”

“Exactly. So off you hop!” She gave me a firm spank on my rear, and I jumped, scurrying out of the room. Her list was clutched in my hand.

What the hell had I gotten myself into??