This story is purposefully written without gender or sexual characteristics for the story teller, so feel free to imagine them however you like.
It is Sunday.
Sundays are when we meet. I am under instructions not to communicate with her prior to our scheduled meeting. She always has something special planned, though "something special" could mean dinner and a movie or a game of chess. No two meetings are the same.
That is why the no communication rule works. If it was always the same, no communication would just be frustrating. The element of surprise allows the mind to run wild, as I try and imagine things to come.
I wake up, and put on my collar. Today I'm hers, the entire day, even though we only meet later. As I put it on, I'm immediately filled with a sort of calm that I cannot experience any other way, aside from being in her arms. A sort of serenity, a safety. I momentarily think about the evening, but quickly put it out of my mind. If I start thinking about it now, I will not get anything done today.
The first couple of hours are spent idling on the computer, the daily stuff, the morning routine. I drink my coffee slowly as I go through various feeds, so far, I'm not thinking about her, the feed keeps my mind occupied.
Today is cleaning day, so I put on some sacrificial clothing and get to cleaning. Menial tasks don’t keep the mind nearly as well occupied, and I quickly drift into memories. That time she put me in a french maid's outfit and a butt plug, and had me clean and cook for her. It was a special pleasure being useful to her, whether it was as her toy, or as her maid, I didn't mind. Cleaning didn't do anything special for me, unlike many others, but serving her was my pleasure, no matter how.
After cleaning I take a shower, and take care of some grooming. Pubes, eyebrows, legs. It's so much easier to do these things knowing she appreciates it. Doing things for oneself is always so much harder. For her, anything. For me, everything is a battle. Everything nice and tidy now. I stop to look at myself in the mirror, to make sure everything looks good. I may stay in my clothes all evening, but I always want to be prepared. I pick out my outfit, something simple, but nice. A purple shirt with a flowery pattern and jeans.If she wants me in something fancier, she picks it out for me.
I get a message from her As usual, 7pm. I always get a message from her before our meeting. The time rarely ever changes, but it’s important for her to let me know everything's going as planned or I start getting anxious. I look at the clock, I still have an hour or so before I need to leave, so I take a break on the couch, watching a couple of videos on the latest market changes in the crypto world. I don't play around too much, mostly just hold a few coins long term, but the topic still fascinates me. The topic is interesting enough to keep me focused, and I think of her only in brief bouts, just her smile, or her gentle touch of my cheek.
It's time. I put on my clothes, shoes, grab my bag and head out. The way there is just over half an hour. This drive is when my mind wanders the most. I wonder if we're going to have a quiet evening, or she has something devious in mind. Pain or pleasure, both, or neither? I can never tell. If we talked, I could probably pick it up, but no communication means she won't accidentally disclose it to me.
I arrive five minutes early. I almost always do. I wait in the car, my foot bouncing as I'm filled with a mix of anticipation and fear. Sometimes she can be really mean. It's always good, at the end, but it's still scary. Shit, I've sat here too long, I'm going to be late. I run to the door, and knock. Look at my phone clock while I wait for her to open the door, 1 minute late. Sigh.
She opens the door, looking at me with a wry smile "You're late" she says. Wry smile can mean many things, but I'm beginning to pick up something devious. Devious but fun? I'm not sure yet.
"I'm sorry" I mutter, still catching my breath from the short run from the car.
She throws her arms around me and kisses me deeply. I kiss back, and we share a long hug.
"I missed you.” She says, tapping a long finger with a long claw on my chest. “Come, we're going to play."
I smile, and for the first time I have a chance to look her over. She's wearing a silky black dress with lace trims, no bra, though the fabric is fairly opaque. She's astonishingly beautiful, to me. I remember the first time I saw her she looked interesting, but now, the most beautiful woman I've seen.
She heads down to the basement, and I follow, arms behind my back, already starting to slip into subspace.
"Stand over there" She says, pointing at the large clearance in the room, decorated by a soft grey carpet. I do as I'm told, looking around the room trying to see if there is anything new she might be using today. There isn't any.
She giggles. "I hid it, it's a surprise."
She turns me around to face the mirror, and runs her hands over me. I immediately become aroused in anticipation. Nothing turns me on as fast as her touch, and nothing makes me feel more desirable. She places her hand behind my cheek, and kisses my other cheek softly, looking in the mirror, as we both see ourselves.
“Undress. Everything”. She says, as she walks towards the rack and picks up the hood. I know that hood well, it’s the quickest way into subspace. Once it’s on, and the gag is in, I feel like an object. She knows it.
I undress quickly, and fold my clothes. I’m about to place them on the floor when she says “No, over there on the chair, I need the floor clear. I nod, and place them on the antique chair with red leather. Tasteful, not sleezy, but fits the decor perfectly.
I quickly go back in front of the mirror, shivering slightly as it’s a tad chilly. She usually has the thermostat set at a more comfortable temperature when I’m about to remain naked, so either the cold is part of the session, or she’s going to have me wear something.
She comes over, kisses me one last time before putting the hood on. My world becomes small. My anticipation becomes numb for a second, but my arousal grows. I take in the sensation. She places the gag in my mouth and straps it in place. “There” She says. “Nice and cozy”. We’ve never needed a safeword, but we still have one, just in case. She usually gives me a dog clicker so I can stop the session if something is wrong, but I don’t get one.
She covers my eyes, and my world goes dark. I wonder why I’m in front of a mirror if I’m blindfolded, it’s usually for my benefit. She goes, and comes back with something heavy and bulky, I can tell by the sounds. Metallic. She places something against my back, and straps my chest, right above the belly. Another two straps over my shoulders that connect at the front, and one more just under my belly. She keeps strapping my arms and legs. I don’t move and let her move me into place. My arm accidentally slips. I expect it to be held in place, but it isn’t, It makes an odd noise I can’t quite place. When she finishes strapping me in, I think I have an idea what it is. The noise some kind of servo motor, and the thing, a sort of exoskeleton perhaps.
She brings something else and hands it to me. It’s soft and fluffy. “Wear it, I’ll help you.” It’s a onesie? A fluffy onesie? She’s isn’t a furry, and neither am I. Doesn’t matter, I do as I’m told. I hear the servos whirr lightly as I move about. It slightly restricts movement, but not a lot. I’m finally in, as she zips the back up. “There, done” she says. A moment later, the exoskeleton springs to life, and forces me into a position. Standing upright hands to the sides, legs slightly spread. I whimper lightly with surprise at the movement.
She places two triggers in my hands, like a hilt of a gun, without a barrel. I grab it, placing my finger on the trigger but not pressing. She starts removing the blindfold, and says “Go ahead, try it”. I click the button in my left hand, and hear “Monkey loves you”. I grin under the hood as I know what I’m about to see as the blindfold drops. I’m in a monkey suit. I click the other button, and not surprisingly, it says “Monkey needs a hug”. She takes a step back to admire her handiwork, extremely pleased look on her face. “Ya you do” She says, and hugs me. “My very own stuffed doll” She says softly as she snuggles deeper into me.
Image source - Black Mirror Season 4 Episode 6.
If you haven't watched it, go do so and then read this again.