Here I was, back in the city, well an hours drive away in the suburbs, I had managed to find a small two bedroom house to rent for a while until I get things sorted out. I had managed to buy the basics, a little furniture, television, computer and other things, but in reality I had accomplished next to nothing in the two months since I had be asked to leave Natasha's house.
When Katrina left me at the train station all I had was what she gave me which was clothes, money and a few toys.
Katrina had left me a note of what to do with the toys, I was to wear the butt plug and rear shield at least for 40 hours during a 7 day period and go to bed shackled like I did when I was back living with her. She also left me a ball-gag, rope and nipple clamps. But I had used none of it; I just wasn't in the mood.
She also gave me some of her artwork, mostly pencil drawings of myself doing things around the house, like doing chores, sleeping or in bondage while in the dungeon, there were also a few that were done at work. My favourite drawings were her fantasy I guess, they typically involved myself being prodded, probed, used and abused by machines and other things but the best of them I thought was the one of myself covered in electronics and an exoskeleton type thing, in the background was a picture of her with a remote control in her hand, I looked at these pictures often and usually went to sleep thinking of them.
Katrina and I emailed each other a few times, just to let each other know how things are and what we are doing. I had given her my new address and phone number but she hasn't used either yet.
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It was another boring Friday afternoon; I had invited an old school friend over to keep me company. Jenny was a nice girl, blonde hair and blue eyes, we have been friends for ages but I was never interested in her enough to go further. Just didn't turn me on.
We sat on the lounge together watching boring day time soap operas.
"Lets go out and do something" Jenny said resting her head on my shoulder.
I screwed up my face. "I don't feel like it today."
"Come on; let's see a movie, your choice."
"Not in the mood." I yawned a little.
Jenny started kissing my neck and slid her hand up my leg. "Well, we could... you know..."
I took her hand off my leg. "No, not now."
Jenny moved away from me and threw herself in the corner of the far end of the lounge. "What the hell is wrong with you Steven, you don't want to do anything anymore."
I sat there silent.
"You disappear for a few months and then you come back all depressed, you wont tell me where you have been, you wont talk about it or anything." Jenny raised her voice at me.
I let out a sigh "You wouldn't understand or believe me."
"I'm your friend, try me."
"Perhaps one day..."
There was a loud knocking at the front door.
"Excuse me while I get that." I said to Jenny, getting up off the lounge.
The knocking continued. "Hold on I'm coming" I yelled out.
I opened the door and before I could let my eyes adjust to bright light outside a hand pushed me away and someone came inside.
"Missed me Steven?" It took me a moment to place the voice that was Katrina's.
"Katrina?" I said surprised.
"Who the hell is that?" Katrina asked referring to Jenny who was still sitting on the lounge.
"Who the hell are you?" Jenny butted in.
"Katrina this is Jenny, an old friend from school, Jenny this is Katrina, someone I worked with."
"Great, finally someone who can give me answers on what is up with you Steven"
"Someone you worked with am I Steven?" Katrina said calmly "You forgot to mention that I am your Mistress, you are my slave and that we lived together."
"Mistress? Slave? What is all this about Steven?" Jenny asked with a confused look on her face.
"Um..." I started to stutter. "Well... you wanted answers right?"
Jenny just looked at me.
"Speak up Steven" Katrina ordered.
"Well part of the condition of working where I was, was to move in with Katrina and our boss and two others." I paused for a moment. "I sort of belong to Katrina, I'm her property."
"What do you mean?" Jenny asked still confused.
"He means he does what I say and when I say it." Katrina said grinning.
"How can you control him? You can't own someone just like that."
Jenny was taking this pretty well I thought, I was expecting her to run out of the house in shock.
"You are right, first he had to give himself willingly to me and second you need to know the secret to controlling any man."
"Secret?" Jenny tried not to laugh.
"Strip now slave." Katrina ordered.
"Please Katrina, don't make me do this in front of her." I begged.
"It's Mistress Katrina to you and strip now before I rip those clothes off you."
Slowly I took my shirt, jeans and underwear off until I was completely naked except for my chastity belt.
"What is that?" Jenny asked obviously referring to the chastity belt.
"That is the secret to controlling a man. Control his penis and you control him." Katrina answered.
"Wow" Jenny was finally shocked. "No wonder he didn't want to make love with me."
Katrina looked towards Jenny. "Get out of here you little whore." The tone of Katrina's voice could have made the toughest person tremble in fear.
Jenny didn't need to be told twice; she got up and ran out the door, slamming it behind her.
"Sit down slave." Katrina said while pushing me backwards into the lounge.
I stared at Katrina for a moment. "Where is your collar Mistress Katrina?"
"Natasha removed it."
"Why?"
"I asked her too, I am no longer her property. I no longer work for her either."
"Why? You had everything there, why did you give it up for?"
"I had everything except you Steven, the house felt empty without you."
I sat there silent; I didn't know what to say.
"I've missed you too." I said after some thought.
Katrina sat down beside me. "So Steven, what have you been up to the last few months?"
I had no better explanation except to say. "I'm pretty much doing it now I guess."
"You are telling me in the past two months all you have done is find a place to stay and buy some tasteless furniture?"
I didn't know how to answer that.
"I'll take that as a yes. Stay here, I'm going to check everything out." Katrina said getting up off the lounge.
Once again my life had been turned upside down, or is that turned right side up again. Either way I was happy to have Katrina back again. I was amazed at myself how in the space of twenty minutes of Katrina knocking on the door she was in full control of me again, she didn't have to ask, she didn't have to assume, she knew that I was still hers.
"How can you live like this Steven?" Katrina said walking back in the room. "The only clothes you have are those I brought for you, there is very little food in the kitchen, everything is covered in dust, you haven't even read the references Natasha and I wrote for you. You haven't even thought about looking for a job have you?"
"Nope." I replied casually.
"You haven't been using your toys like I have asked you to; they are still in your suitcase."
"It's not the same without you Katrina; I'm just not as motivated without you around." I said truthfully.
"You mean that?"
"Yes, you really don't know how much I missed you, every night before I went to bed I looked at your art work which was great by the way and I somehow felt closer to you."
"Really?" Katrina sat down beside me once again.
"You know I can't lie to you Katrina."
"Steven, when I came through that door, and saw that girl here and you living like trash I was going to rip you apart but I feel a little better now, however that doesn't mean you are in the clear, I'm still upset with you that all my hard work that I put into your education and training has amounted to nothing."
"I'm sorry Katrina, I'm sure I can make it up to you."
"You will, but first I need to think about our present situation and how to proceed from here."
"I suppose that you are going to let me out of this chastity belt now?"
Katrina laughed. "It's only been three months to the day; you have another three months to go. You complete every punishment you receive, no mercy. Anyway, where is that safety key I gave you?"
"Still in my wallet." I said reaching for my wallet that was sitting on the coffee table.
"You can keep the key it doesn't fit anyway, but I'll have the wallet back." Katrina said snatching the wallet.
"What do you mean the key doesn't fit? Its not a safety key if it doesn't fit."
"You honestly think I was going give you the key? If you needed to get out in a hurry go to the emergency room. Simple."
"You do have the key in your possession now right? It's not back with Natasha?"
Katrina grinned and shrugged. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't, and I guess you will have to wait for at least three months to find out."
"At least?"
"You know six months is your minium punishment, it can be longer for any reason I like." Katrina moved closer and pressed her hand onto my front shield. "Don't worry, I wont deny myself my property forever." Katrina gave me a small peck on the lips and backed off.
We sat silently for a few minutes, probably both thinking 'where do we go from here'
"Do you mind if I get dressed now Katrina?" I asked reaching for my clothes.
"In fact I do slave." Katrina pulled back my hand from reaching for the clothes. "You are going to go have a shower, shave everything from the neck down like you are supposed too, get back into your slave uniform and clean this house inside and out. While you are doing that, I am going out to get some groceries so we have something to eat tonight."
"Thank you Mistress Katrina, it's good to have you back." I said smiling.
"No, Steven it's good to have you back, now go have your shower and try not to cut yourself shaving."
"I wont, see you soon."
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After showering and shaving I found my uniform that I hadn't unpacked from my suitcase yet, I gave it a quick iron to get out the creases and put it on. It still fitted me, if you could call it that, it never really fitted, always tight and revealing.
Slowly I worked through each room of the house; although the house was small and I didn't have many possessions there was still a lot to do, about two months worth to do. Usually I only did the laundry or do the dishes when I really had too, things like dusting and vacuuming I didn't bother with.
I was working in the lounge room retrieving old fast food wrappers from under the lounge when Katrina walked in through the front door.
"Welcome back." I said looking up from the floor. "You were gone a while."
"Well I had a lot to do and get Steven, thanks to your low standards of what you call living"
"So what's for dinner?" I quickly tried to change the subject.
"For me a nice dinner, for you nothing, by the look of all those fast food wrappers, you could probably do with a bit of a diet."
