She yawned unconsciously, her body stretching to greet the early morning rays. Gentle weight tugged at the ends of her hands and legs. Her arms and legs were oddly sore, but she didn't remember doing anything strenuous yesterday. Actually, she didn't remember doing anything yesterday. And this bed felt strange too, silky and comfortable but luxurious in a way that felt wrong.
Her eyes opened gently to the warm light cascading from the drawn curtains over the red satin sheets. She was sure this wasn't her bed, but every time she tried to remember her bed it became hazier. It was probably bigger than her real bed, or maybe it was smaller? The details kept slipping away whenever she tried to focus on them. The fight between her mind and her feelings was exhausting, something that drove her down and made her question her own sanity. That was, until her weary eyes came to rest on something distinctly not normal.
It was oddly enough, that glinting metal ring that first caught her eyes. The way it reflected in the sunlight was almost mesmerizing. Still, she traced the ring to the black leather cuff that it was attached to. From there, she traced it to her slim wrist and then to the tiny padlock that kept it securely in place. She bolted upright in bed, her heartrate starting to rise in time with her fears.
She jerked her remaining hands and feet out from the satin sheets, revealing a similar setup for each limb. Each one had a black leather cuff around it with a shiny metal ring and a padlock holding the cuff in place. She sat bolt upright in bed, the gentle morning breeze playing across her supple skin.
She was naked
, the thought broke across her like a ton of bricks. Her breath caught in her throat as she ran her hand across her body like she was expecting to find this all a strange dream. They slowly rose up her lithe body finding nothing but skin and the occasional skin tag until they reached her neckline and encountered yet another piece of hard leather.
This one was slightly different, but still familiar to her. It was thinner and less wide, maybe only an inch of sturdy leather wrapped around her neck. She traced around it as she came to understand it. It too was padlocked like the cuffs, but it had four different metal loops, one on each side of her. She was well and truly worried now. She was naked with cuffs and a collar, but no memory of why. The more she railed against her mind to try and remember where she was, or why, the fuzzier each detail had become.
She remembered a street and a coat, or maybe it was a countryside and a sundress. It was all so fuzzy and her mind kept fighting her attempts. She gripped her head in her hand and trying to fight with it all.
Click
Across the bedroom a lock on the door had suddenly sprung to life. The doorknob quickly turned after the lock and the door slid open. It was all so casual even if the person who walked in was not.
Her attention was absolutely enveloped by the woman who walked in, who seemed to be the absolute opposite of her. The woman was tall, with flowing raven hair, her practiced walk in high heels was effortless even while carrying the silver tray in her hands. She wore a tight crimson corset that seemed to accentuate her already ample bust and a very short but impeccable navy blue skirt. To top it all off, she had on a pair of red thigh high stockings. It was an odd thing to focus on, but once she noticed the stockings it was almost impossible for her to look away from them.
"
Good morning, I'm glad to see you're already up,
" The woman's melodic voice was remarkably familiar. She didn't know where she had heard it before, but it was oddly comforting. Her breathing even started to calm down despite everything. For a second, she considered everything was just normal. Normal conversation, normal morning, normal breakfast and normally naked.
No, there is no way that's normal.
A blush rose in her cheeks and spread dwn her naked shoulders as the woman set the silver tray down on the bedside table. It was awkward, to say the least. But, she had to bring it up. She needed to know, "W-where a-am I?"
"
Oh, you are in my home of course,"
Her melodic voice was perfectly measured as she sat in a chair a few feet away. She swung up one of her stockinged legs and smiled calmly as her partner stared her up and down. Everything the woman said, every word, seemed to be designed to bring the most calm possible to her partner, "
I do suggest you have some breakfast before you ask any other questions. I'm sure your body is quite hungry."
Almost as if in response to the woman's words her stomach grumbled loudly in response. The smell of the food from under the lid of the tray was very tempting. But, that was like giving up. That was like giving up to the melodic voice of this mystery woman. There was part of her that actually wanted to, but that had to just be the hunger talking.
"N-no thank you," She did everything she could to look the woman in her eyes. As she did, the woman's smile only widened. Her legs seemed to rub up and down unconsciously, the swishing constantly forcing her eyes back to the inevitable red stockings. It was almost like the woman was trying to keep her attention. Not like it was especially hard, "I r-really wanted to ask. D-do you...I-I mean...How did I get here?"
The difference between the two couldn't have been more stark. The woman was beaming brightly and she was blushing beyond compare. She wanted nothing more than to bury her head in her hands. Or, rather, she wanted nothing more than to hide her naked body. Her host wasn't going to give her the satisfaction though, "
Oh, I could definitely help you solve that mystery. But, seeing as how you are so determined to ignore your body I have a question first. Do you remember your name?"
Of course I remember my name, that's simple.
She couldn't fathom the reason for such a simple question. Maybe she had been in an accident? But, that didn't explain the cuffs. No matter, she could answer this, "Of course, my name is...Slut."
"
What?!
" Her mind couldn't wrap its way around what she had just said. She...it must have been a mistake, "No. That's not my name...M-my real n-name is...
Slut!"
"
My, my, what a good slut you are,
" The woman's melodic voice was full of praise, not teasing. There was no way to mistake it, she was genuinely happy that she was calling herself Slut, "
So tell me Slut, do you know why that's your name?"
"I-Its not my name!"
"
It is...because I told you it is,"
The woman was so confident, so composed. There was no hesitation, no doubt in the woman's voice. It was troublesome, almost impossible for her to compete with this pace, "
Just like I told you what my name is. Can you remember it?"
It was strange. The brain fog she had been experiencing up until now quickly expanded. It was like thinking through pea soup. She wanted to cry out and complain about how there was no way she could remember a name like this. But, her lips were already moving as if in autopilot, "You are Mistress."
"
Good Slut,
" Mistress cooed out praise as she blushed intently. It was unbelievable. She had answered automatically, that much she could understand, but now the word Mistress was burned into her brain. She couldn't not think of this woman as Mistress. The conflict must have been apparent to Mistress too, because she was soon taking command of the situation. With little more than a wasted breath she showed both her concern and her confidence, "
I really do wish you had taken the time to have some breakfast Slut. But, I suppose that will do no good now. I suspect a demonstration of how you already belong to me will be necessary."
"
What?! I don't belong to you! I need to...
"
It was no longer than a few seconds of rambling before Mistress interrupted her train of thought. Her words were useless when Mistress spoke and her train of thought died almost immediately there after, "
Do you want to smell my feet?
"
"Yes Mistress, very much," Once again the fog had encroached on her mind. She hadn't even considered that idea up until now, but once the fog cleared it was the only thought on her mind. Somehow, she could only imagine how amazing it would be to press her face up against those red stockings. No! She couldn't let herself give in like that, "What!? No, I don't want..."
"
You know what to do Slut,