Caught And Collared

A fantasy about a Goddess taking over my life.

A fantasy

I had moved to Wisconsin after a job loss and to spend time with my elderly father. After a few years he passed away and it was time to start building a new life. I had been pretty busy with elder care and working part time as a massage therapist and hadn't really had time for dating or socializing. But now it was time for me.

I now had a large house to myself and was pretty well setup, so I didn't really have to work. I had always wanted to explore my submissive side more but never felt I had the opportunity. I bought myself a variety of metal collars. I settled on three finally that I swapped out depending on how obvious or subtle I wanted to be. I had one I considered my "home" collar that was very obviously a slave collar. A flat stainless-steel collar that fitted tightly around my neck with a ring in the front. Another was my "daily collar" less obvious -- a looser ring, but still with a ring dangling in the front. It was still obviously a collar, but it well less blatant depending on what shirt I wore. A third collar was very subtle, a braided steel cord with a small clasp. At first, I wore that one out a lot. As time went on, I usually wore the 'daily collar". I had a few places I went to in my 'home collar" and I really enjoyed the thrill of wearing that one in public.

I also got a custom-made steel chastity cage. I had played with the plastic ones and the cheap Chinese ones before, but I wanted a high quality fitted cage that I could wear long term. I decided that I wanted to try living openly as a submissive even if I didn't have a Top in my life. I switched my normal routine and chose all new grocery stores, diners, a new gym, et cetera. I decided to be collared 24 hours a day. I would swap collars depending on if I was home or out and about and sometimes, I wore my "home" collar when I went out depending on the venue. I also lived nude at home. I never put on clothes unless I was going out or having people over.

Over time I settled into my new routine. I liked to cook and ride my bike in good weather. I had a pretty good gym set up downstairs and a huge library of books left from my dad that I enjoyed reading. I took this time to really work on my fitness and diet and made a lot of progress on getting the body I had always wanted.

I wanted to date and find a relationship but in the past, it felt like an either/or situation. Date and mingle or be a bottom. I didn't really want to compromise, and I really didn't feel like doing the online thing again. So, I decided if something came up, great but I wasn't going looking right now.

At first when I went out collared, I was super alert to people looking at me or my collar and felt subconscious a lot. As time went on, it just became normal. I had nodding acquaintances at the shops and diner waitresses treated me like anyone else. And over time I started saying "hi" to the regulars or would nod when I saw somewhere from one venue in another. I also walked some trails around nature preserve next to my house and realized that one of the women I would see at the store or on the trail lived on the same cul-de-sac as me. We had a few small conversations, but nothing major. Just the weather or the goings on in our neighborhood. I would help her when she needed a hand moving things. Over time we started taking our walks together in the morning and since we both liked food and lived alone, we occasionally made meals together if one of us had a new recipe to try.

One morning I'm up at my normal time (early) and pouring myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. My front door is next to a bay window, and you can see right into my kitchen. I'm nude as always and my doorbell rings. I look over and my neighbor Julie is there at my front door. I keep robe or clothes around the house for just such an occasion but the nearest one is by the garage door. I have to walk out from behind the kitchen counter to get to it. I wave to Julie to acknowledge her and walk over to the robe and put it on. Oh well she saw my naked ass I guess. She was also going to see my "home collar" but nothing I could do now. I walked over to the door and let her in.

"I'm so sorry to bother you but my plans just fell apart. I have an early flight, my car service cancelled, my car won't start and I can't find a cab. I saw your light on, is there any way I could get you to drive me to the airport?"

"Sure," I said. "Let me get some clothes on and I'll be glad to. You want to put your bag in my car and pour some coffee?" I went downstairs to get dressed. I thought about removing my collar, but she had definitely noticed it so why bother now. I came back up and we got in my car in the garage and headed to the airport. She told me she was off to the west coast for a couple of days. Normally she worked remotely on Pacific time but she had to go to a meeting and her assistant had a family emergency and her car was acting up. I offered to help with her car and asked if I could do anything else.

"I really couldn't ask you for that,' she said. "you're being so nice about taking me to the airport."

"Well, I'm retired so it's not really an inconvenience. I'm up early and outside of my daily routine of exercise, walking and any errands, I usually spend my time reading or puttering around on hobbies. And to be honest I'm getting bored."

We were close to the airport, so I told her that I was offering to help. I was available and bored and liked doing for others. She gave me the keys to her car so I could arrange with the dealer to get it looked at and said she might ask me to do some things that her assistant would normally do while she was away.

"Deal. If I can and I want to, then I'll do some of these things for you. If it's too much I'll say so."

At the drop off curb I got out and took her bags out of the back and opened her door, she grabbed the handle of her rolling case and turned toward the entrance. As she approached the door she looked over her shoulder and smiled and said, "Nice butt, by the way" and entered the airport.

I went home and made breakfast then went and checked out her car. I looked at the battery and it was over 5 years old. I arranged to drop it at the dealer, got my cables and jumped it then tossed my bike in the trunk and dropped it off and rode home. Sure enough, the battery was dead. At the end of the day I rode my bike back out, picked up her car and when I got home texted her about the result. I didn't hear back, but she had said that it was a very busy trip for her. In the morning I got a text back saying, "thank you so much" and then a few minutes later a text with a link to a google doc. I opened the link and it was a list of a lot of chores. Everything from dropping off and picking up dry cleaning, to FedExing some documents to putting the trash out. I looked it over. It seemed odd that she just sent me such a long list, but it was also very erotic and really fit what I think a service bottom would do. Julie had a late flight back the next night so if I wanted to make a dent in the list I was going to have to get organized and get moving. I decided to stick with my "home collar" and treat this as service to a Top. I printed off the list and organized it so that I could prioritize and be efficient. I had her keys so I let myself in and picked up the clothes for the dry cleaners and did all the things I could in the house. I spent about two hours and then made a run out to do the things in town and get some groceries for her. At the end of the day, I updated the google doc with what I had done and texted her. Again, I didn't get a reply till the morning when I got an all cap THANK YOU.

I checked the google doc again and I saw that it had been updated. All the stuff I had finished was gone and some new things were added. I thought it was kind of imperious of Julie but again, I was aroused at the idea of serving her. She might not be seeing it as being dominant, but it sure felt that way. After my walk and exercise I went back over to her house and started on the list. I culled old magazines from the pile, bundled up the recycling, emptied the dishwasher and spent about half the day working. I was about to leave when Julie texted me asking if I could meet an electrician at the house. I replied sure! The vendor came and looked over some work she wanted done and finally left. I needed to do some things for me before I picked her up at the airport, so I took care of my list. After dinner I decided to look at the list again. The list was gone but there was just a picture from a home security camera. It was a picture of me in her kitchen and written across the picture was "love it" in bright red. You could clearly see the collar in the picture. I had seen the camera while working but hadn't really thought much of it. I have cameras around my house but only on the outside.

Her flight got back late so I figured we would not stop anywhere after, and I decided to stay in my home collar. I pulled up to the pickup area and she stood waiting on the curb. She didn't move when I pulled up so I got out and opened the door for her. She got in and I took her bags and put them in the back.

"Thank you for all your help this week. It made it a lot easier for me to concentrate on business knowing that these things were handled."

"Glad I could help. It was actually fun to be busy again."

"I think I should do something for you. You were very helpful. Can I pay you for your time?"

"No....no need for that. I offered to help, but I hadn't exactly expected that much," I said laughing at the end.

"Well, I get rather focused when working and sometimes forget my manners. But at least let me make you dinner! Are you free tomorrow?"

"Retired, remember? I'm usually free," I said as I pulled into her garage and opened her door.

"Good." And she reached out with one hand and took her keys and then touched my collar with one manicured nail, "And I want to hear more about this tomorrow. Wear it to dinner. Come over at seven."

And with that she entered her house and left me with my heart racing to walk around the block to my house.