Chains jingling, Mike shuffled towards the back of the large van parked halfway into his garage. He was dressed in the rubber maid outfit that his mistress delighted in making him work in. His hands and legs sported shackles, with connective chains reaching up to a belt around his waist. He had a large panel gag with a ball on the inside strapped around his head, and his black leather collar locked around his neck. He gave a moan as he placed the large box he had been carrying inside the van. That was the last of the bondage gear and outfits from his room. He had spent all day packing and loading, while his mistress busied herself with other matters on the computer.

He shuffled back into the house, to where she was sitting on the couch, and knelt down in front of her.

She looked up from her screen and smiled at him. A warm, genuinely happy smile, "All done Michael?" She reached out to stroke along the side of his face. He nodded and moaned, pressing his head into her hand. She giggled.

"Alrght then. As you've probably guessed, our time here is drawing to a close." She held up a hand to forestall him, "Like I promised at the start of our stay together, I've trained you and molded you into a slave. Fulfilled every fantasy you've had about femdom. And you've responded wonderfully."

Mike stayed silent, looking up at her. The light tinkling of chain the only indication of movement on his part. Good boys didn't interrupt their Mistresses. She continued to run her hand along the side of his face, that pleased smile flitting across.

"I don't think I've ever had a playmate like you. Certainly not the opportunity to mold a slave to my wishes for this period of time. So" She cupped Mike's chin in her other hand, "Much as it paints me to do it, I am still going to give you a choice. The last choice you'll ever get with me one way or the other."

Mike blinked at her, a soft moan escaping his gag, and she gave him a slight kiss on the gag in return, "It's only fair slave. That was our original deal. I can leave you here in the same self-bondage getup I found you in, which will be the only bondage implements left in the house. You'll be able to get out of that with little difficulty, and you'll never be bothered by me again. This will have been a fun adventure for the both of us. But that will be the last you would ever see of me."

Mike moaned again, and she flicked his nose, "That's one option. The option we both originally signed up for with our little enslavement deal. I do have another one for you Michael..."

She gave him another kiss, "Another option. One that you've earned the chance at over the past two weeks. I will bind you up, and take you with me to my home. If you choose this option though, its for good. My life style doesn't make for temporary partnerships. You'll be my bondage slave with no opt outs down the road once you've come home with me. You'll never be free of rubber, leather, or some manner of binding implement. You will be...mine."

Mike stared at her, the thrill of what she said pounding and pulsing within him. His head felt tight. Two options. He couldn't...There was only one, really...only one that he could ever choose...it would be madness to do anything else...

She bent his head forward, and slowly unbuckled the gag. As the leather straps came up in line with his mouth, she briefly placed a hand against the gag, "Choose well Michael. Either way...this has been fun for me too."

The gag popped out. Mike flexed his jaw for a moment, looked at his kidnapper straight in the eye, flushing red, and stated as clear as he could, "You Mistress." No hesitation. No stammering.

She blinked. He'd finally surprised her. At least once in her long captivity of him caught her off guard.

It didn't last.

With a fierce smile she rammed the gag back into his mouth, buckling it tightly. Mike moaned at the renewed presence of rubber. But she was already working. His chain bondage was rapidly unlocked and stripped away from him. He was shifted around to face away from her, and felt the familiar sensation of an armbinder being hauled up the length of his arms. He moaned again as she laced it tight, welding his arms close together. His flexibility really had improved as a result of his captivity.

Her arms swept around his shoulder to hold a large rubber hood in front of him. He gulped into his gag then gave an infinitesimal nod. Up came the hood, catching at his chin, before being slowly pulled up and over to engulf his face and head. He groaned again into his gag as the hood was laced up, drum-tight, so that it seemed to become a second skin to him. It was thick rubber, a blindfold already snapped on which plunged him into darkness. It was home.

He felt a leash snap onto his collar's d-ring, and then insistent tugging got him up onto his feet. She led him out of his house, well waht had once been his house, to the garage. A door was slid open on the van and he was bundled inside. Some quick work with a small chain and a couple of locks, and he found himself hogtied on the floor in the middle section of the van. A moment later she was in the driving seat, and then then they were off. On the road together.

Mike tried to stay awake, squirming in his bonds, and thinking about what was to come. But the motion and vibration of the van in motion soon lulled him into a sort of half-sleep. His own vibrator in his rear also helped buzz him into a relaxed sort of complacency. A state where time seemed to pass not at all, in a pleasant sort of way. So much so that he didn't even notice when the van stopped. Right up until he felt his legs fall as she released his chain hogtie. He moaned at that, and received a playful pair of spanks before she lifted him up to his feet.

He could do nothing but blindly follow her as she led him away from the van. They were definitely inside some sort of building. He could sense the proximity of walls, and being led down stairs, as he went. Though all he could hear was the faint clack of her heels and the rustle and shift of his outfit and bonds. Eventually he was led through another doorway into what seemed to be a large space. She gently pressed him down onto his knees, and then left him there.

Mike waited patiently, his butt plug still pulsing on a low setting in his rear, making him quiver and shake on occasion. He had no sense of time, and began to moan as his cock hardened against its chastity cage. He could still barely believe he'd told her he wanted to come with her. He was never that confident about anything! He hadn't even paused to consider. Mike just could not imagine going back to his normal humdrum life with no possibility of ever seeing her again. He...

His thoughts were cut off as he heard her settle onto what must be a leather couch in front of him. Her hands were quickly around his head, unlacing and loosening the hood. Small snatches of light began to sneak into his darkness from below, and soon she pulled the entire thing off his head. Mike blinked. The room was softly lit, but his bief glance around showed him a well appointed and stocked bondage dungeon. His kidnapper, his mistress, was seated in front of him wearing a domineering catsuit and corset combo in jet black, with similarly coloured boots. A strapon jutted from her hips. She smiled warmly at him, warmly and triumphantly, before unbuckling his leather collar,

"That was, at one time, your collar for playing with me." She threw it carelessly off to one side, still smiling at him, before producing a new one, "I have your real collar here." This one was metal on the outside, with soft supple leather on the interior. A small tag dangled from it. She flicked it, "This is perfect for long term wear, and I've even given you my tag with my name on it." Mike stared up at her, moaning around his gag, and she grinned, "My name is Mistress Catherine." He moaned again at the little personal revelation, and she laughed, "Yes, even if I was to have second thoughts, that little aside just about guarantees you'll be staying with me. And this certainly does." She wrapped the collar around Mike's throat and locked it with a small padlock.

She ran a hand down the side of his face, and gave him a kiss on his forehead, "Now, we'll get to the logistics of your enslavement later. Documents to sign. All manner of paperwork to go through to close down your old life. Job to quit, social media to manage and drawdown. All that jazz. For the moment though, you can begin your new enslaved life with me with the action that you resisted the most back in your old life at your old home." She unbuckled his ballgag and placed it on the table next to the couch, and then settled back onto the couch with a gesture towards her strapon.

Mike flexed his jaw and looked at her. At his Mistress. Mistress Catherine, "I...I love you, Mistress." He flushed as the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

Her grin widened, "I know you do slave." She gripped her strapon and gave it a little shake, "Now suck my rubber cock like the enthusiastic little bondage whore you are slave boy. And do a good job, because I am in just the mood to give you a good fucking afterwards."

As he bent down and took her rubber shaft into his mouth, Catherine smiled down at him. She couldn't have picked better. Those months ago when she had turned into that sleepy little suburb cul-de-sac with a need to lay low. She would never have guessed she could have found a dyed-in-the-wool submissive to play with for so long. Certainly she hadn't expected her growing need and desire to bring him with her at the end of her time there. And that he would respond well enough to her cobbled together training programme to be biddable to actually agree to his permanent enslavement.

She felt a fierce and hot flush race through her as she looked down at his bobbing head. At his rubber and leather covered body. He was hers. Her boy. And she found that, despite how odd she might have felt otherwise, she returned his love. She did. He was hers. And, in a certain way, she was his. Simple as that, she grinned to herself, using a hand on the back of his head to encourage his sucking. Oh yes. She was a very lucky girl indeed. And he would find, as his training continued, that he was one lucky boy too. Her lucky, little bondage slave. It was enough to make a girl want to become a homebody.

She grinned and thrust into his mouth. Maybe she'd pass on the next couple of jobs that floated her way. She could certainly afford to. And that would mean he would get her undivided attention for a long, long time.