Confession By Anonymous & Felix

This is a fantasy. The story has two parts. I don't know who wrote the first part. It was given to me by a Domina on an SL femdom sim years ago. She told me to write the second part. I called the completed story

The Penthouse

Part 1

You are standing alone in the lobby of a hotel, waiting for your early morning conference to begin. You were out too late last night, and feel a bit hung over and find yourself wondering why you are even bothering with the seminar. Suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and there is this beautiful woman standing there, all dressed in black with long red hair. She smiles at you and you are lost in her eyes. She taps you on the chest with something and says that you dropped it. Without looking down from her eyes you reach out for it.

She smiles wider and you feel a thrill until finally you tear your eyes away long enough to look at what she has given you, knowing you have not dropped anything at all. In your hand is a lovely leather collar in black with red decorations and a golden buckle and leash ring. You are confused because you know you didn’t drop it and as you look back into her eyes you are surprised to see her looking at it. You nod dumbly at her, not sure what to say as she takes the collar from your hand and says “Here let me help you with this!” Before you can react, she takes it back from your hands and buckles it around your neck. You watch her dumbly, not sure what to do, wanting to protest, and yet…curious as hell.

When you do not react she smiles wider and you see the sparkle in her eyes. She traces a hand down the front of her blouse and reaches into her pants pocket. Your eyes travel back up her body and pause at her open top, lingering over her cleavage. You jump when you hear the snap of the collar ring to the leash in her hand and she gives you a bit of a yank to get your attention.

You are speechless at this new development and you look nervously around the crowded lobby. She turns quickly toward the nearby elevator and says simply, “COME!” and pulls you roughly. In your embarrassment you follow quickly, wishing to be out of the lobby and the prying eyes of strangers, or worse, someone you might know professionally.

Before you know it the elevator doors are closing behind and you see yourself reflected in the mirrored surfaces. You see that you are blushing a deep crimson as your eyes linger on the collar and leash. Your eyes slide away from your hot face and linger over the reflection of her perfect ass. She wraps her hand tightly in the leash her fist laid on your chest and pushes the button for the penthouse and the elevator moves upwards

“You are MINE now” she tells you softly, powerfully.

You nod dumbly as the doors open and she pulls you into the suite. You weren’t expecting the tug and stumble to your knees in the foyer of the penthouse. You stare up at her from your knees….

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End of part 1

When I finished reading Part 1 the SL Domina said: "And you get to take it from here :-)".

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Part 2

You weren’t expecting the tug and stumble to your knees in the foyer of the penthouse. You stare up at her from your knees and she gazes directly into your eyes for long moments before speaking.

“Just now I said you were mine but before we go on I’ll give you one chance—your only chance—to leave. If you wish, unbuckle the collar and go.”

She takes a keychain from her pocket.

“This will call the elevator. Go ahead. Unbuckle yourself and go, if you wish.”

As you look up at the beautiful woman you realize, much to your surprise, that you don’t want to leave, that you aren’t going to leave, even though you don’t have a clue about what’s going to happen next.

After a few moments it’s obvious to both of you that you’ve made your decision. The woman smiles at you with a sweet, superior smile, almost a smirk, shaping her perfect red lips.

“Yes, I thought you would stay,” she says, her low sexy voice sounding rather pleased, “Really, it was obvious from the first moment I leashed you in the lobby. Now, stand up.”

You stand up, realizing to your great embarrassment that you have an erection. The woman takes no note of the bulge in your trousers but smiling, gently, almost affectionately, reaches out to caress your cheek.

“We won’t need this while we’re home,” she says, unfastening the leash from your collar, “Coil it neatly and put it on the table by the elevator.”

You obey and as you turn back to face her you see she’s no longer smiling. You’re astonished to realize as you look into the eyes of this beautiful stranger that you’re anxious to please her, to serve her, her even though you met her minutes ago and know nothing about her other than that she’s assertive and supremely confident. Already, in some mysterious way, she has made you her helpless slave.

“From this moment on you’ll give me two things unconditionally: honesty and obedience. If you ever fail me in either respect, if you lie to me or disobey me if you’re lucky I’ll punish you. If you’re unlucky I’ll send you away. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, I understand,” you reply, feeling a bit panicky at the thought of being sent away.

“What will you always give me?” she asks.

“Honesty and obedience,” you answer.

“You’re traveling on business and attending the week-long conference advertised in the lobby, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be missing the conference. All of it. I have other plans for you. Three days ago I sent away my houseboy and, surprisingly, I’ve had a difficult time replacing him. You’re my third volunteer—the first two were hopeless—and I’m at the end of my patience. Your duties will be very simple. You’ll keep the penthouse tidy. By `tidy’ I mean immaculate. You’ll concentrate on my personal living area, my bedroom, bathroom and office. I have a service to dust and vacuum but I don’t allow them in my rooms. Get started on the bedroom and bathroom. You can straighten my office later. What are you waiting for? Go!”

Rather dazedly you enter the hallway she’s pointing at and find your way to the bedroom. It’s a mess. The bed isn’t made, there are books, magazines, empty plates, coffee cups, wineglasses and eating utensils piled everywhere. The enormous walk-in closet is even worse. Clean clothes and dirty clothes, shoes and accessories are scattered everywhere. You decide to start on the closet, carefully putting away her shoes and hanging all the clothing that appears to be clean.

The clothing is so mixed up that you decide the only way to judge the cleanliness of some items is to take a sniff. The undergarments that have been worn have the intoxicating scent of woman and perfume that you’ve always loved. As you sniff and savor the womanly aroma of a grey workout bra you start guiltily and realize that she won’t be pleased if the job is not completed quickly so, working as fast as you can, you sort clothes and hang and fold them. When the closet is finished you begin work on the bedroom and bathroom.

You finish, feeling a sense of satisfaction and you hope that your work will be approved. You look for her and a little exploration reveals that she is working in her office.

“You took your time, about it, didn’t you?” she asks arching her eyebrows, “Well, let’s see what you’ve accomplished.”

“Not bad. Not bad at all,” she says, a note of surprise in her voice after a quick inspection, “Maybe you’ll do…”

Taking a step toward you she cups her hand under your chin and lifts it, forcing you to look directly into her eyes. You realize that she’s very tall and that even without her heels she would be taller than you.

“I’m pleased,” she says, “Now go to the office. I’ve printed a list of errands for the morning. It’s a lot to get done in just a few hours but I’m sure you’ll get it all done. You will get it all done, won’t you? For me?”