The air got cooler and the rains came. Michael and I found methods to short oil. Russia had vast reserves of oil and the price per barrel was tanking. I stayed safe with options but Michael bought contracts. He was big league. But never more than 2-3%.

Friday’s I’d visit The Catwalk. I got to be friends with a few couples, but they never invited me to go out with them or offer a phone number. There wasn’t a group I could hook up with to meet.

“Hey Babe!”

I turned and caught her grinning at me. I had to smile back. She looked terrific in her outfit. She wore a pair of tight, leather pants with leather, open-toed shoes. A tight leather bustier pulled her body tightly and threw her ample breasts out further.

Her gloved hand yanked a leash. A man, wearing the same outfit as me, shuffled along. He was a little older, maybe early thirties. His hairline was already receding a little.

Rebecca gave me a big hug and kissed me hard. She wrenched my nipples. “I miss that!”

Then she leaned in and spoke in a stern, steady voice. “When you finally decide to come back, send me an email. Just put the words, ‘I am sorry’ in the subject field. Nothing else.”

Then she yanked the leash and strode off. The man shot me a dirty look.

I’m sorry???! I’m sorry???! What the hell? I didn’t do anything!

And I went right into it. Sub space.

The Catwalk another bust, I drove home and went into the chatrooms. I circled a finger along my nipple. I looked down to see the spot where she made me hump the floor. I came like crazy that night.

Her collar sat in the closet again and I buckled it tight. Then I got onto the floor, put my hands behind my back and fucked the floor. I kissed the carpet and wished she was watching me right now, Right now!

I opened the blinds so that anyone could see me if they walked by and I humped the floor. I held my wrists together and imagined her Mound inches from my face. My cock was rock solid. It oozed precum and that made it slide. In a minute I came.

I quickly got up, opened the door to see if anyone was outside. It was clear.

I fingered Her collar and headed to bed. I took off my clothes but decided to wear the collar.

The next couple of weeks I’d wear Her collar while chatting on IRC. Most people were there for chatting and fun. I wanted to scene but it was really scarce. I started to forget it. There wasn’t any way to have a life of being a slave in a safe place like the Internet. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was either this for the rest of my miserable life or a lifetime of service as a slave. Maybe in time she’d let me be just a sub, but I doubt it. She wanted a real slave. I was mad that we never talked about the terms. I had read about slave contracts or limits, but she never brought it up. Part of me loved that.

So when I sat at my desk and opened an email, my body shook uncontrollably. I knew I was making a decision I could never undo. But I needed to be with her.

I typed in her address: [email protected]. And I wrote the words, “I am sorry.”

I hit send. My stomach churned.

On Wednesday, she opened my door, catching me in my PVC clothes. “You look great!”

She came over and licked my chest. Then she sat on my lap with her arms around my neck. “I bet you wanna know what happens next, right?”

“I need to say something.”

“Okay, babe.”

“Why don’t I have limits, or why can’t I be a sub instead of a slave?”

“My goodness! You’re learning a lot!” She kissed me and spoke just a hair from my lips. “I don’t want a sub. And I’ll decide your limits.” She kissed me again. “I really am falling for you, Jason. And I know you’re falling for me because you keep coming back.”

She scratched her fingernails along the back of my neck. I winced.

“Friday night, I want to find you here, at seven pm, kneeling and facing the door. Your forehead will be on the floor and your hands behind your neck. You’ll be dressed in the clothes I bought you. And I want them sparkling clean.”

“Yes, Rebecca.”

One more thing. Your entire body will be shaved. The only hair on your body will be the haircut I tell Cara to give you and your eyebrows. Everything else is gone.”

I nodded. And I fell deeper into sub space.

“Hey, Slick!” Cara invited me into her chair.

She checked her strip of paper.

“Looks like you’ve got a new style. Rebecca told me what she wanted.”

I quietly sat in the chair. She spread the apron over me and began cutting. “How you been?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“Rebecca invited me to her place for dinner sometime.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” She blushed. “I got a little crush on her.”

“She is gorgeous.”

Cara snipped and ran the razor. She gave me a set of bangs.

“What is this style?”

“It’s called the Caesar. It’s really trendy.”

She spritzed water into my hair and snipped away. “She’s talks about you and how you’re gonna be rich and you’re gonna live in a mansion.”

“She says that? How often do you meet?”

“Not so much. Only a couple of times. But she likes to brag about your commodity company. She’s proud of you.”

“Me?”

“You, Slick. And if it doesn’t work out, there’s all the time me.”

I sat stunned and really didn’t say anything for the rest of the haircut. I quietly let the rasping of the metal scissors mold my hair into whatever Rebecca demanded.

She held a mirror up to the back of my head.

“Looks great,” I told her.

Cara looked a little glum. “But I don’t think she’s ever gonna let you go.”

I scratched my neck. “Me neither.”

I bought a beard trimmer. I learned I had to trim the hair to stubble for the best shaving. I started Wednesday evening. It might take me days to figure it out.

I stood naked, facing the bathroom mirror. The Caesar was something I never would have chosen for myself. So even a reflection showed Rebecca’s growing influence. My clothes hung from the bathtub shower curtain, dripping madly into the tub. I’d gone weeks without cleaning them and they smelled of stale sweat and cum. But now they reflected in the bright lights of the vanity mirror.

I started with my armpits and got the knack of moving the trimmer along my curves. My chest hair was sparse, except for a tuft in the center. I slid the trimmer down over my belly and then worked the pubic hair. It took ages to move the trimmer around each fold. I stretched my ball sack to give room for the trimmer. I was terrified I would cut myself.

Then I went along my anus and then the legs.

That took most of the evening. A pile of hair rested directly beneath me.

I pulled out the pack of razors. I might as well do the hard part first.

I sprayed foam onto my chest and scraped away. I’m glad I trimmed it first.

Then I moved onto my crotch. As the blade moved across my sack, I held my breath. I took short strokes. My cock would grow a little as I pulled it away from my balls. My sack filled with cum and that actually made it easier to shave. I learned how to shave around my anus and the area between the two.

The clock said Midnight. I’d have to finish tomorrow.

At work I felt the clothing next to my skin. It was weird, almost invasive. Small movements suddenly electrified my skin. It also felt erotic. My private life was suddenly at work, but hidden from Michael. And I was glad it didn’t cloud my thoughts. Michael acted as if everything was normal. And it was normal. Everything was normal. But when I got home, I had to jerk off because the smoothness of my cock felt so amazing.

On Friday evening, I did a quick inspection of my hair. I ran my fingers along my ass and checked my ball sack. It all felt smooth. I put on the PVC shirt and pants she had given me and opened the window blinds.

“This is it, Jason.”

I ran my hands along the exquisitely slick vinyl and chided myself for never shaving before. It was another layer of pleasure.

It was seven.

I put my forehead on the floor and clasped my fingers behind my neck.

The tiny pool of outside light around my head slowly dimmed. It was dark when the door opened.

A heavy thud of clanking metal hit the floor. I kept still.

“Set them all in the bathroom.”

I heard more things dropping. Boxes, maybe.

“Kneel in the corner and wait.”

“Okay, babe, kneel upright.”

I rose, stiff from being on the floor so long.

Rebecca stood in front of me wearing a set of pink nursing scrubs. She grabbed a thick and heavy steel collar from off the floor. My eyes shot wide open.

“Lower your head.”

I looked down. The collar gripped my neck. It weighed so much it pulled my head down. “I’m sorry babe, but you need to learn that your place is all the time beneath me.”

She pulled it tight and a hinged piece closed with a snap. Then she showed me a padlock. “You’ll get release when I say.”

Gasping with pleasure, she clicked the lock on the back of my collar.

“Put out your arms.”

I held them out. She unbuttoned my cuffs and slipped heavy, steel cuffs onto my wrists. She then slipped the shirt cuffs back over them.

“You!” she said. “Attach his ankle cuffs. Under his pants!”

One of the kneeling males crawled over and attached the cuffs.

“Stand, babe.”

Even nursing scrubs looked gorgeous on her. Every inch of her body was beautiful.

She guided me into the bathroom. There were a dozen boxes filled with plastic gallon jugs. Some had the letter, ‘R’ written with marker.

“Get in the tub, babe.”

I slowly lifted my legs. The cuffs weighed a ton.

She fiddled with the tub drain and made sure it was closed. For added measure, she placed a rubber disk over it. “This should hold it all in.”

I faced the wall and she ran a heavy chain from my collar to my wrists. “You won’t be able to escape this, pet. I know you won’t try though, because you want to make me happy.”

The weight of the chains pulled me down.

“Kneel babe, face the rear.”

I fell onto the tub floor. She attached another heavy chain from my wrists to my ankles.

Gently, she helped me lie on my side. Then she pulled the chain tighter. My legs, now bent, were held in place by the chain attached from the ankles to the wrists. There wasn’t any way to get up from this.

“On your back, babe. Good boy.”

I was trapped in the tub. Even if I could get onto my side, I didn’t have the leverage to get over the side of the tub. And this time everything was locked in place so there wasn’t any point in getting out.

Rebecca slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“I want you to think about how you love it when I pinch your nipples, babe.”

She pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. Her hair brushed my face as she leaned in and swirled her tongue around my nipples. It felt so wonderful. She wore the same scent of Jasmine as she had that first day. Then, delicately, with her fingernails, she pulled out a nipple and fastened the sharp clamp. I winced.

“Good boy.”

She attached the second clamp and buttoned my shirt, then ran a finger over the vinyl above the clamps. Just a small touch sent waves of stabbing pain through my chest. I flinched.

“It hurts!” I shouted.

“Yes, it does!”

With a snap she slid on a pair of pink, rubber gloves.

“Remember how much fun you had when you waited for me in this tub?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” I softly replied. Agreeing with her was my only option.

“I kept thinking about how much you liked the idea of laying in your piss. So what would be better than my nectar?”

She waved over a male who brought one of the boxes.

She pulled off the cap. A heavy odor of piss filled the room. “I knew you’d come back eventually, so I wondered I’d begin collecting my nectar every morning.”

A thick stream of pee poured out of the jug onto my face. “Open your mouth, babe.”

Her nectar filled my mouth and overflowed onto my face. “But I only had enough time to make a half dozen jugs. It’s morning nectar, you know. The rest of the day my nectar is so diluted with water that it wouldn’t satisfy your cravings. So I asked my girlfriends to fill jugs with their morning nectar. We should have enough to cover your body.”

As the heavy stream hit my chest, it sprayed tiny droplets into my eyes.

Jug after jug poured into the tub. The smell was so strong I gagged.

She shook a jug of its final contents. “This is the last of mine.” Then she rubbed my crotch. “Oh, babe, you’re hard. I knew you’d like this.”

I regretted my decision. She was too intense. I didn’t ask for anything like this.

“Please stop!”

“No, babe. It’s too late for that.”

I thrashed in my chains, splashing piss and feeling drops spray across my face. “Not like this! Not like this!”

“You don’t have a choice anymore.”

“WHY???? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” I sobbed and heaved. My shaking body sent waves of pee across the tub only to ripple back. My PVC was soaked in her piss.

“Babe, you did this to yourself. All I did was release your slave nature. I knew it the moment I made you put on those clothes. No real man would let a total stranger tell him to put on fetish clothes.”

She swept the pee into my open mouth.

“I like that you’re enjoying my nectar, babe.”

She looked down over me with a soft, gentle smile that covered, just barely, a smirk of victory.

“I knew that you wanted to be dominated. I knew that the Goddess had chosen you.”

She swirled her rubber gloves in her pee and splashed it across my chest. “Mmmm, I like how it beads up on your slick, vinyl chest.” She rubbed it over the nipple clamps. “Feel my essence, babe. It’s my gift to you.”

“Bring me more,” she shouted.

She grabbed another jug and poured it in. The stench was overwhelming. “All I had to do was use your fetish against you. Latex and leather, anything shiny, is Kryptonite to you. So as long as I had you give in to your fetish, I could make you do almost anything. You’re a weak male who doesn’t know how to control himself.”

She pressed the buttons on my shirt as she spoke. “I.just.had.to.push.your.buttons.”

I sniffled, but I ended up inhaling more of her nectar.

“Now I’m giving you the nectar of my circle of friends.”

The pee started to seep over my chest.

She placed a small, inflatable neck rest behind my collar. “I don’t want you to accidentally turn your head and drown, babe.”

With a final shake, she threw the last jug on the floor.

“Clean this mess up and take it to the dumpster.”

She leaned in, her auburn hair falling onto my face. Her rubber hand played with my mouth. “Suck my fingers, babe. Suck them like cocks with a condom. You’d like that, wouldn’t you babe?”

I sucked each finger. I sucked hard between sobs.

“Good boy.”

She stood up and turned off the light. Then she closed the door.

I cried. The nipple clamps pinched with a vengeance. The heavy steel cuffs weighed me down so that I couldn’t avoid any of her nectar sloshing across my body. It slipped between my skin and the clothes.

I lay in darkness. The only sound was the light lapping of pee across my body as it sloshed off the side of the tub. The only smell was the foul stench of the pee. If I tried, though, I could catch a trace of her Jasmine perfume. And my cock began to get hard as I felt the pee against my naked body and my PVC clothing pulled tightly against it.

My cynical laugh echoed in the tub. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.