As I stand at the side of the bed I feel myself becoming more awake. My jaw aches, and I judge that I have probably been asleep a few hours. The ache isn't bad, but I could tell that it was growing. I run my fingers over my jaw and gag strap, I feel my jaw stretched widely. Through the thick hood, I'm not able to give it much relief. I stretch my jaw, and suck on the artificial penis in my mouth, but nothing seems to work. Suddenly, quite embarrassed, I wonder how this must look to people looking at me. Is anybody looking at me? I listen with all my might, but not a sound enters my hood. I feel no vibration of music, but that doesn't mean its not on. Not a hint of light from the blindfold, I'm trapped in my own world.

Frustrated in my silence, I reach up to start to undo the strap holding in my gag. Fumbling with the strap is quite difficult in these gloves, as I finally find my source of trouble. A tiny padlock has been inserted into the buckle. I moan in frustration. I pull frantically at the strap. It doesn't budge. I try to slide the strap down the back of my hood, but only successfully pull the gag deeper into my mouth. I groan, as I feel trapped, and really want the gag out now. I reach to the front of the gag under my nose, and try to wedge the bulb out of my mouth. No luck. The penis is in way to deep to spit out.

"Having fun little one?" The sound of Katrina voice carries a slight glee as it enters my ears. She is obviously enjoying my futile attempts at removing the gag.

I give my best whine, and shake my head no.

"Stop your crying, you will receive no mercy tonight." I know she is correct. I try to settle myself, and relieve my trapped sensation. I have been tied before, why should this be any different? "Hands behind you, and keep them there." I quickly clasp my hands behind my back trying to find a comfortable position. I settle on clasping each wrist at the small of my back. Even through my gloves, I can feel the thick boning of my corset.

I feel the front ring of my collar grabbed, and find myself forcefully pulled around. I regain my footing and attempt to stand still. I feel Mistress adjusting my gag strap, as she seems to be looking for any damage I might of done. I feel Mistress move around behind me, and feel the click of the lock being removed. I sigh happily as my jaw will soon have relief. The buckle is undone and I start to stretch my jaw.

I scream into the gag, as quite to my surprise, the gag is pulled tighter than I ever though possible. I start to see bright spots of white as I almost fall to my knees. I fight hard mentally to regain my composure. The hood has suddenly gotten very hot and tight with my crying. I feel I might suffocate. The penis is now lodged deep in my throat is and breathing is much harder. It takes all my will to regain my balance, and slow my breathing. I feel the leather of the strap biting deeply into my cheeks. The pain begins to ease. Well, not really ease, I think I just start to get used to it. Just as I start to think surly Mistress will not keep me this way, I feel the strap buckled completed, and the lock replaced. I feel my Mistress move to the front of me, and her hand is placed on the knob on my gag. I moan as loud as I can. Give any sign of begging for mercy.

"Maybe now you will know how serious things are tonight." I have never heard such sternness in my owners voice before. A chill of fright runs down my spine. What have I gotten myself into? With that, I feel the knob of the gag wedge to its second click. The gag expands within my mouth. I feel as if my jaw is going to pop as the gag pushes against the top of my mouth, and pushes my jaw even farther out.

In a moan of pain, I regain my composure. I would receive no mercy tonight, and its just beginning. Trying hard not to cry, I stand as straight as I can. Thrust my shoulders back. Clasp my hands as tight as I can, and hold my head high.

"Very good little one." The words of praise help me tremendously. I feed on them. Pride swells up within me. I can do this. I can make my Mistress proud of me. I feel her hands slide around my body. Around my neck. Down my breasts. Playing with the rings in my nipples. Her hands suddenly run over my hood. The sensation is very strange. I try to anticipate her moves but cannot. Suddenly the sensation stops. Nothing. I feel nothing. Hear nothing. Time drags on slowly, but I dare not move. How long as it been? Still I hold still. Suddenly I panic. I cannot breathe. I try to inhale as best I can, yet no air comes. I blow what little air is in my lungs out, yet it has no where to travel. My hands come unclasped, and go to reach for my mask. Suddenly I stop. My Mistress is here with me. I know it. I feel it. This is not my body to control, it is hers, and I have already disappointed her enough for one night. I fight the burning in my lungs, and force my hands behind my back again. I clasp them tightly, and stand proud. I thrust my shoulders back, and patiently wait. I trust my Mistress, with life itself. I know she will not let me down. Suddenly, just as quickly as it left, breathing resumed. I take as deep breaths as my corset will allow, but it takes me several minutes to regain normal breathing. In clearer thinking, it becomes fairly obvious that she can simply place her fingers over my nose holes. I would not even feel it, and this hood is very tight.

"Very good little one, I am pleased." Pride swells up within me. "You are nearly ready."

I feel my hands guided down my back, and placed palm to palm. Some kind of leather is slid up my arms. I feel it end just under my arm pits. I feel a strap pulled over my left shoulder, lined down between my breasts, and pulled tight under my right arm. The opposite happens to the strap at my right shoulder. Whatever this thing is, it is definitely no sliding down my arms. Then I feel my hands pulled tight together. Lacing seems to be drawn up my arms. My arms are pressed even tighter together. Circulation is difficult to reach my hands, and I know they will soon fall asleep. Wiggling my hands a bit, there seems to be something dangling from this thing binding my arms. I can feel the jingle of its weight. With the laces drawn tight, I feel my Mistress move around in front of me.

"Can you get free?" Katrina voice comes into my ears like a soft whisper. I struggle to free myself. I try to use my strength to break the leather, but it is too strong. I won't even stretch. I cannot move my hands to slide them up the leather. I try to slide the binder down my arms, but it will not budge. With a disappointing sigh, I shake my head no. I feel a slight pat on my head, but am not sure what to make of it.

I feel my Mistress reach between my legs, and grab the item dangling below my binder. I feel her draw the object up between my legs, and my arms are drawn close to my body. I feel Mistress hands search for my clit, and I fear the worse. I can't help but moan and grind my hips as my clit gets massaged by my Mistress. The it happens. I feel my clit pulled, and the strap connected to my binder is pulled tight. Incredible pressure is suddenly applied to my clit and I feel Mistress stand and back away. I try to hold still as tears and groans come from me, but cannot. I try to pull my hands back, pulling the intruder off my clit, but it only hurts worse. The clamp seems to tighten as I pull on it. I rub up against the bed, trying to knock the clamp off, but its no use. I am helpless. I stand and cry. I wish there was some way to beg to take the clamp off, but I'm completely cut off the world. Completely dependant on the whims of my Mistress. After a few minutes, I feel a deep hug by my Mistress. I feel her love. I only wish I could return the hug, but my bindings will not allow it. The pain starts to ease. It still hurts, but it is bearable once again.

Next I feel something going around my waist. Some kind of belt I could guess, but its heavy, and makes me want to tip forward. The corset really won't allow this, but worse yet, it makes my arms move up, and pull on my clit. I gather my strength, and maintain a straight posture. I feel chains connected from whatever this things is, and attached to the front of m collar. The chains seem to be adjusted somehow and after several minutes Mistress seems satisfied.

"You rare wearing a silver serving tray. You will serve drinks for a while tonight, among other things." I feel the weight of several items placed on the tray, and hold my back tight. "As you can guess, if you dip forward, you will pull on your clit, but you will also spill the drinks, and I will be most displeased. Expect to be poked, prodded, pinched, amongst other things while serving drinks. None of these will be an excuse for spilling. There will be no excuses. Understand?"

I nod my head yes slowly.

I feel a slap on my ass, but I maintain a straight posture. A small smile is hidden under my hood. I will pass these tests tonight. I will make my Mistress proud of me. I am ready. I am a slave. I have no choice in the matter, and if I did, I would have it no other way.

I am Purple, proud slave of Matron Mistress Katrina