It was a year to the day that Daniel had been surfing the web, stumbling upon Mistress Clarissa's website advertising her BDSM services, and booking his first session with her. A year to the day that she had first ensnared him.

Nine months ago he had asked to accompany her to a fetish event, eager to expand his play sessions with Mistress Clarissa. She had insisted that he first purchase a week long intensive session to ensure he was up to her standard. Following that she informed him the fetish event would be a week-long kink convention. Daniel had had no real option to refuse the convention timeline after asking after it so often. Even less so given that Mistress Clarissa kept him gagged nearly every moment of his day.

Following the convention she locked him in chastity, and ordered him to book a minimum of ten hours’ worth of session time each month to keep up his training. Daniel had been far too enamoured with the domineering woman to refuse her, and had tamely acquiesced again.

When the Christmas holidays rolled around Mistress Clarissa informed him that he would spend the holiday period as her slave. She had a half dozen parties to attend, one to host, and had her own plans for personal play. Daniel found himself made part of her household, which included another young man who he never saw out of a bitchsuit, and a cute young woman named Marie, Mistress Clarissa's maid.

After nearly three weeks as her 24/7 live in submissive, Daniel discovered that Mistress Clarissa now expected him to attend her for two full weekends each month, on top of a minimum of fifteen session hours. When he dared to protest that this was getting a bit much, she refused to remove his chastity until he apologized for daring to question her. It took two weeks for Daniel to finally crumple and give in.

One month ago at the start of the summer, Mistress Clarissa informed him that she was once again upgrading his service requirements. She gave him a sealed envelope of instructions and sent him away. Still locked in chastity.

Now, Daniel knelt before her naked apart from his chastity, a small latex undergarment, a hood, and his collar. His apartment: rented out. His belongings: In long term storage. His job: resigned with severance.

Because Mistress Clarissa had demanded a full summer of service from him. A full summer of service that, if she was being honest with herself as she gazed down at the young man she had so thoroughly reduced and subjugated, was unlikely to end with him walking away back to his life.

More likely was that she had finally found the third permanent member of her household...