I touched down at Frankfurt airport Friday morning. It had been a nice flight. Thankfully there were no screaming babies or old ladies telling me I remind them of their darling grandchildren. It was smooth flight listening to Harry Potter audiobooks. I collected my bag and made my way to arrivals to meet my new owner. I'm simply going to call him Master and his wife Mistress. I think it sounds sexier. Master was waiting to collect me while Mistress had stayed at home. To be honest I would have preferred them to both pick me up since he and I looked nothing alike and he was quite older than me. I had no idea what it looked like to the onlookers as he took my bag but I might just be overthinking it.
The journey home was pleasant enough. He asked me questions like how was my flight and whether anyone knew what I was doing in Germany. Truth be told only one person knew and I gave her all the details in case it all turned out to be something straight out of a Taken movie. Master was an average looking man with dark hair, dark eyes and a beard that I assumed was to hide his age. We arrived home and he took my bag inside. Butterflies in my stomach, I followed him inside where Mistress was waiting for me. She greeted me with a smile and a kiss, something Master hadn't.
Mistress was very thin but taller than me. She kind of reminded me of Keira Knightley, in that she looked like one gust of wind would be enough to knock her over. She asked me if I were hungry, having already prepared breakfast. Master informed me that after breakfast they would give me a tour of the house and go over the rules. That breakfast was one of two times I ate at the dinner table. Afterwards they showed me my new eating arrangement: two bowls on the floor, one for food and the other for water. I considered my knees but didn't object. The house was nice and Master informed me that the heating would always be on for my benefit. They took me to the bedroom first and I could have started masturbating right then and there.
They had fitted a cage under their bed and the bed itself was a BDSM fan's dream. The posters were fitted with shackles and there were stocks fitted at the foot of the bed. They told me that the cage would be left unlocked overnight in case I needed the toilet and that sometimes they might invite me to sleep in their bed but if I did it would be at the foot of the bed. They then took me downstairs to the dungeon. It was a pretty good set up, with a St. Andrew's cross, another set of stocks, a leather seat, a whipping bench and a frame. Master then told me the rules. Mistress would be staying at home for me and I was expected to do chores (mostly cleaning) and when I wasn't cleaning I was to be a good, obedient pet. I had to crawl on all fours at all times and if I wanted something I had to meow at one of them.
