I park my car in her driveway. All of my possessions too large to move in a car are in storage or sold, and everything I consider needful or of personal value are packed in boxes in the trunk and back seat. There is no turning back now.
I knock at the door, and she answers. Without a word shared between us, I begin moving those boxes into her living room and stacking them neatly. She points to where she wants them placed for the moment, and does not even do the favor of watching and instead returns to her daily tasks and entertainment. Working alone the process is slow, and by the end I am dirty and slightly sweaty.
Still without words, she snaps and gestures me to follow. She leads me into the bathroom, and gestures to the bathtub. I strip, bathe, and remove the hair from my body; still silent she watches, is she simply ensuring I do not touch myself disobediently, is she trying rush me along, or is she taking pleasure in the show? I cannot tell, and the stern and inscrutable look on her face betrays nothing, but her gaze makes me feel small and vulnerable which drives me deep into submission and arousal.
I dry my body and my hair, brush my teeth, and apply my toiletries. I go to brush my hair, but she stops me. Wordlessly, she brushes and does my hair the way she wants. I stand nude and erect as she braids my long hair into a single, thin pony tail. It is not particularly fashionable, but the statement is clear: "you are mine, and I choose how you look".
She roughly grabs my erect penis and tugs. I gasp in equal parts pain and discomfort, and she leads me by it into the bedroom. She gestures for me to kneel, and I do before her.
She takes a new, steel collar from the bed and slips it around my exposed neck. She chilled the collar in preparation for this moment, and the cold steel is uncomfortable but not harmful. This, and the cold air of the bedroom, makes me shiver and my erection fades as she locks the collar with one of two keys on a chain around her neck.
She grabs the loop on my collar and pulls me to my feet. She takes the steel chastity cage from the bed -- also chilled -- and slips the ring around my cock and balls, the cage around my cock, attaches the two parts, and locks them with the other key around her neck. I stand, naked and exposed, collared and caged, before her.
I know what comes neck, and wait, eyes to the ground. Then does she speak for the first time since I arrived. She speaks slowly, deliberately, patronizingly even; I already know what she will say, it is nothing we have not discussed and agreed upon in the past, nor any change to the arrangements and terms already in place. But it is important to hear all the same, for what was once play and temporary, is now life.
This is now home. And when I am at home, I am not my own. I am to be seen and to serve, not to be heard or to choose; to speak only when spoken to, and always to keep my gaze lowered. I obey, immediately and without question. My desires come second, and by no means am I equal; when in these walls, I am no longer a person but property.
When she is finished speaking, I know my role by rote. The words come out of my mouth as if from another person; more an extension of her will than my conscious choice. I keep my gaze to the floor and do not hesitate, "yes Mistress".