Madeline paid her driver with the last few bills she had and walked up to the wrought iron gate. "S. D." was spelled out in iron bars. Madeline read it a few times while she waited for the owner to respond to the buzzer.
"Hello, who is it?" a sultry female voice said over the speaker.
"Uh, it's Madeline, from the application? Can I come in?"
"Yes dear, you may. Unfortunately, though, my automatic gate is being repaired at the moment. Would you care to climb over?"
"Um... No problem, I can do that." Madeline put the duffel bag with her belongings over her shoulder and hurled as high as she could. The bottom of the bag caught on the top spike of the gate, tearing the fabric as it fell. Her clothes and toiletries were scattered all over the wet pathway on the other side. Madeline, dressed at the time in black jeans and flannel, whimpered a little when she saw her favorite pink dress in a mud puddle.
That only left her to get over the gate. Madeline planted her well-worn boots on a horizontal bar and hoisted herself halfway up, then the next half, nearly slipping on the damp metal. She gently swung a leg over the sharp spikes and carefully planted it on the other side, then did the same with her other. Right before both feet could support her weight, she slipped off and fell to the ground, a spike missing her butt by an inch.
Bruised and muddied, but not bleeding, Madeline brushed herself off as best she could, gathered her torn bag and items, and trudged toward the mansion. Arms full, she knocked on the door by swiveling her hips. The same voice from before called, "Come in!"
Madeline stepped into the nicest home she'd ever been in. Gorgeous wood paneling and paintings decorated the wall. A chandelier with a naked female ornament hung above. And, sitting in an armchair with a red dress and her bare feet crossed, sat the woman Madeline was here to meet.
"Hello," purred the woman from the speaker, "I take it your Madeline?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you, finally. Is there somewhere you want me to put these?" Madeline asked, gesturing with her clothes.
"Yes. They're rather muddy, aren't they? Either you had a difficult time getting in, or it's been a while since you've been to a laundromat."
The woman chuckled at her own joke. Madeline politely laughed.
"Well, we can't have those in here, can we? Set them on the porch, if you will."
Madeline reluctantly tossed her things outside, then stepped back in. The woman didn't like this. "No, no, no! No shoes inside this house! Especially those. Have them join the others outside."
Madeline, embarrassed, removed her boots to reveal she was not wearing socks. A few inches shorter, she closed the door on her items and was alone with the woman.
"May I ask your ethnicity? I'm awfully curious."
"I'm half Asian. Japanese."
"Oh. I thought an Asian would have the inclination to remove her shoes in somebody else's home."
Madeline blushed.
"Very well. I assume you are going through with this arrangement we've made. Will you sign a formal contract at this time?"
"Yes." Madeline was handed a pen and a stapled set of rules. She began reading the first page.
"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to be here. Why are you reading? Tell me."
"I... I don't know."
"Then sign it already." The woman was breathing down Madeline's neck, standing at 5'8" compared to Madeline's 5'2". Madeline nodded and signed her name on the back page.
"Good girl. Now go to the bathroom and wash up. I'll take care of your stuff. When you're done, check the fridge for your assignments. From now on, you call me Mistress."
Madeline had just agreed to be a sex servant to Mistress S. D., the most popular BDSM creator online.
She became a fan of S. D.'s work a few years past, just when she discovered her attraction to women. Madeline became obsessed with the idea of herself as a sub, bottom, and even slave. When her home situation demanded it, Madeline applied to be S. D.'s sex servant. She was selected, and in exchange for room and board, Madeline would do whatever her Mistress told her.
