The apartment was true to the description and would perfectly suit the planned stay. It consisted of a small entrance that opened into a spacious living room, a bedroom with a queen-size bed, and a bathroom equipped with a shower and a bathtub. Everything was, therefore, in line with what my Dominant Mistress desired.
Preparing for Her: A Submissive’s Ritual Under the Dominant Mistress
She wouldn’t arrive until later, but I knew what I had to do upon arrival. Her instructions were clear. I removed all my clothes which I no longer needed, folded them, and stored them in a closet. I was only allowed to wear the chastity cage that permanently encased my penis since I had belonged to Her, and the collar that She would place around my neck herself when She arrived.
After, I placed the flowers I had bought for Her in a vase, which I set on the living room coffee table. Then, I hung up some decorations She wanted to see on the walls, removing the ones that were already there. There was a frame proclaiming in large white letters on a black background, “The future is female.” There was also a magnificent color photograph of Her divinely shod feet, before which I was required to bow my head each time I passed, whether She was present or not.
I also arranged various accessories and trinkets meant to personalize the space and reflect Her universe, to welcome Her as She deserved.
As I went about these tasks naked, my cock confined in the tight cage, I took care to turn on the portable speaker, which played a playlist based on the music we both loved so much. I lowered the window blinds to let in only a soft, warm, intimate light. Finally, I turned on the heat in the room and the bathroom, knowing She would make use of it.
The provisions were in the fridge. Everything was ready! All that remained was for me to take the position She liked to find me in when She returned.
Kneeling in Silence: Awaiting My Mistress
I took a cushion. Then, still naked, I went to slightly open the front door before returning to place the cushion on the floor where the entrance met the living room. I knelt and faced the entrance. Finally, I placed the collar with the leash in front of me and prostrated myself, forehead to the ground. I was no longer allowed to move.
As often happened, I lost track of time. At Her request, I was frequently not allowed to wear a watch.
Additionally, I had turned off my phone and covered the oven clock in the kitchenette. There were no temporal markers left. Sometimes I was also deprived of sight, but that wasn’t the case this time. However, I could only see the floor a few centimeters from me and a bit of light beyond.
The wait was quite long. I began to feel a slight numbness in my legs despite the tiny movements I tried to make without breaking position. Finally, I heard footsteps approaching, and then the door was pushed open, letting in light briefly before the dimness returned.
I was greatly surprised to hear two people walk toward me, then, pass me to enter the living room. My Dominant Mistress was accompanied, it seemed, by another woman. I got confirmation when They exchanged a few words as if I weren’t there while setting down their belongings.
At Her Feet: A Slave’s Devotion to the Dominant Mistress
It was the first time my Dominant Mistress had invited a friend. I hadn’t been informed. However, my training had instilled in me a deep trust in Her. I knew She had perfect control over what She did and now made decisions for me far better than I could myself. I was simply anxious to prove myself worthy of Her, to serve and obey Her as well as She deserved. My Dominant Mistress finally approached me, picked up the collar, and after lifting my head, placed it around my neck.
I knew I was then to kiss Her feet in greeting. So I did so immediately, with love, fervor, and gratitude. She took the leash, attached it to the collar, and made me turn around on my knees. I had also internalized that I was forbidden to stand without permission.
She patted my neck and led me on all fours to Her friend, whose delicate black shoes I also had to kiss. The friend let out a sigh mixing pleasure and surprise. I thought I sensed that She could feel the sincerity of my gesture, which had become natural toward a Dominant Woman. My education under my Dominant Mistress had deeply ingrained in me the behaviors and reactions expected of a slave convinced of female superiority. Indeed, She wanted me to be Her slave.
This perfectly matched my own aspirations. It was a natural and obvious culmination. My place was at Her feet, and I was at Her command.
Serving in Shadows: A Slave’s Bath Ritual for the Dominant Mistress
The two women settled onto the couch. My Dominant Mistress placed the leash handle in my mouth. Then She toyed with the cage a bit, checking that it was still securely in place, before ordering me to go draw a bath. I obeyed, leaving the two friends together.
The preparations were meticulous, but I knew the ritual well by now, the products, the accessories, their placement. I busied myself for several minutes, and once I was sure everything was ready after checking, I returned to kneel at Her feet. She didn’t interrupt Her conversation. However, after a few minutes, She stood, took the leash, and forced me to follow Her on all fours. I had to match Her pace precisely, synchronizing my movements as smoothly as possible.
For a moment, I thought about the spectacle I must have presented to Mistress’s friend. I was reduced to a state of servitude that might seem degrading—naked and leashed. Yet I had no doubts about what I was. I accepted it fully. I followed Mistress’s legs in rhythm with the clinking of the cage’s padlock marking my steps.
The bathroom door closed behind us. I had to remove Mistress’s shoes and undress Her completely without ever raising my eyes to Her. Then She slipped into the warm bath awaiting Her with delight. The glow of the candles created a warm, shifting halo. The music from the living room came through faintly.
I took my place on the bath mat beside the tub, awaiting Her orders. The pleasure She took in relaxing like this was evident, as was Her happiness in having Her slave freely at Her disposal to serve Her.
Pampering the Dominant Mistress: A Slave’s Devoted Care
She lifted one leg out of the water. I knew it was time to begin my task. So I took a very soft cloth with the product Mistress liked. Then I applied myself, from Her toes up to the top of Her thigh, avoiding Her groin, which I could only access on Her explicit command. The leg disappeared back into the water, and the other took its place.
I repeated the process with the same care. Then I moved behind Her to wash Her back, shoulders, and neck. I finished with a massage using a specially chosen oil, meant to further enhance Her relaxation and well-being. I then returned to my kneeling position beside the tub, eyes lowered. Time became as fluid as the water flowing beside me.
At Her signal, I stood to offer Her the robe, which She slipped on quickly. Then I spent the next few minutes gently drying Her with a towel. She had me brush Her hair, apply perfume, and dress Her in a stunning black negligee that highlighted Her curves and the texture of Her skin, along with shoes that made Her gait even more sensual. I was happy and proud to know I was owned by a Woman so admirable in every way.
She ordered me not to move, so I remained kneeling on the mat. Then She stepped out for several long minutes. I could only hear a few exchanged words and sounds from the next room.
Finally, Mistress’s friend entered the bathroom, and I saw Her remove Her shoes then Her clothes fell to the floor one by one.
To be continued.
