Today is the big day. Today is the day where all my training will be put to the test. I wake up alone. That is not unusual. I stretch out on the bed, and bring my sleepy body to life. I am naked as usual. I pull back the covers and feel the brisk morning air across my body. I feel my nipples begin to harden in the cooler air. I wet my finger, and run it around my aroused nipple. My nipple grows hard, and it squeezes the gold ring pieced through it. I examine the ring, and make sure it is cleaned and well healed. A slight moan escapes me as I gently pull on the ring to examine it. My sex also begins to respond.

Enough of that. Plenty of time for that later. So much to do to prepare. I hop up out of bed and do my morning stretches and exercise. I feel my all too familiar marker dangle between my legs and tap against my inner thigh. I reach down and grab the marker. Running it between my fingers. Feeling the power it has over me. Ive grown so used to it now, its hard to remember a time when I did not have it. Looking down at the marker, it bares the symbol of Matron Mistress Katrina. I bare the symbol of Matron Mistress Katrina. Stamped as one would mark a cow or pig on a farm. But its much more than that to me. It is also a symbol of caring. Of love. Of dedication to each other. It forever reminds me of my place, and my role in life. The marker hangs from a small thee in gold chain. To this day, the strength of this chain amazes me. I get bounced around a lot, as I examine the chain, it shows no wear what so ever. The chain runs up to a small gold ring. No more than maybe a quarter inch in diameter. This ring is permanently sealed and cannot be opened. The only way to remove the chain from the ring would be to cut it. To cut my bond. To cut my love. To cut the essence of who I am. There is also something else inserted through this small gold ring. The ring is attached deeply through my left labia lip. The would has long sense healed, and doesnt hurt at all. I have grown quite used to the constant pressure and tugging of the dangling marker. Im sure Id miss it if it were gone. I am forever marked, tagged, and displayed as property. I add to that, that I am forever loved, cared for, and the devoted slave of my Mistress.

Moving to the bathroom, I draw a warm bath. For someone who is infatuated with the color Purple, I love the smell of oranges, and a smile comes to my face as I poor orange bubble bath into the water. The scent is quite strong and it makes my skin very soft. I move to the jets built into the tub, and turn them on their lowest setting. Just enough to give a small massage. Climbing into the tub, I begin to shave my body, and prepare it for the ordeals I will go under this evening. I am quite sure Mistress would be displeased to have any unsightly stubble on my body, and where their will be others here tonight I hope to do everything I can to make her proud. I shave my underarms, and legs carefully. Absolutely no cuts will do for tonight. Looking at my mound of pubic hair, I shave it into a perfect V, and trim the length to be even. I hope Mistress will be pleased. I finish washing with great care, but also make sure to enjoy the bath and its sensations.

Bath complete, its time to sit at the vanity. Brushing my hair out to its fullest length, I realize its getting quite long. Its been a while since I have had a hair cut. Wonder if Mistress likes it this way? I decide to take a guess that she does. I blow dry my hair long, and use a curling iron to put soft wavy curls in it. I apply just a bit of makeup. A small base, and some eye shadow. I give my eyes a slight tint green, as it seems to be Mistress favorite color.

With this, its time to clean the house. Not a job I entirely mind, but it is kind of tedious. Working with headphones and dancing to the music makes it a lot easier. I make sure to dust every item in the house, as I have no idea which rooms will be used or not. Each apparatus and all equipment is checked for safety and cleanliness. Downstairs in the dungeon, I build a small fire in the fireplace. I have no idea if it will be used or not, but Im sure that nobody will want to wait on the fire to heat up. Especially the poor submissive tied to the bondage wheel near the fireplace. The showers are checked for plenty of soap, sponges, brushes, and any equipment necessary to usage. The drains are cleared and all looks good. In the medical room, all needles and supplies are put in sterilization fluid. Once again, I do not know what will be used or not.

With the house clean, its time to get dressed. I embrace my legs with a brand new set of black fishnet stockings. The make me feel so sexy as I slide them up my legs. I put on a black garter that is laced with emerald silk ribbon. I attach my stockings to the belt and walk around the room. I love the feel of the garter stretching as I take lengthy strides. Next comes a set of four inch heals. They are a dark emerald to match my garter. I make sure they fit perfectly, and four inches is quite difficult for me to walk in. I hear about five and six inch heals, but just dont see how its possible. The shoes are slip on, not strap on, leaving the entire top of my foot exposed. Stepping into the mirror, I judge that it looks quite sexy. I take a small gold chain, and pre-opened lock. The chain starts around my ankle, then crisscrosses over my arch, and the two ends meet at the high arch under the shoe. There the two ends are padlocked together. It serves as a nice gold decoration for my foot and ankle, but also means I cannot remove the shoe without opening the lock. The process is repeated with the other foot. Next comes the corset. Ive been dreading this for a while as I find it hard to wear a long corset for a long period of time, but Im not one to argue with direct orders. I step into the corset and slide it up my body. Even unlaced it already feels tight. It is also quite heavy, as it is heavily boned with metal bands. The corset is quite beautiful. Like the rest of my outfit, it is also black, with green silk trim. The corset extends from mid breast, to hip. The edges of my garter can be seen from the bottom, and you can see the top half of my nipples at the top of the corset. I carefully adjust each breast for comfort, and allow my nipple rings to lay on the outside of the material. Moving to the wall, I adjusts two hooks on the wall to help me lace the corset tightly. I hook the top two loops on the hooks, and lean forward with all my strength. I feel the corset tighten around my torso and my breasts compact. Looking down, I notice they bulge noticeably over the material now. I repeat the process throughout the laces. Once completed, I find myself very tired, and a little light headed. Breathing has become quite a chore now. The boning in the corset makes it impossible for me to bend, and I am very thankful I put my shoes on first. Next I pull out a small lace choker. The choker is laced with black and green material, and looks quite harmless. What cannot be seen easily, is that the lace is wrapped around a stainless steel band that locks closed when snapped together. As I wrap the band around my neck, I check its positioning in the mirror, and then feel the secure click of it locking tight. Double checking, it cannot be removed with out the key. The front of the choker has a small red heart. It looks quite pretty. Under that heart a small silver ring is secured to the band for attaching items. I pull on the ring gently to test its security, I deduce that it could probably hold my entire weight if need be. Next come the gloves. The gloves are very long, and come up over my elbows. I slide my hands into them, and a small zipper zips them tight on the underside of my arm. The gloves match the rest of my outfit, fitted with black and green lacing, decorated with tiny red hearts. I notice that the bottom finger tips of the gloves are hard inside, and it is impossible for me to feel texture through the gloves. Also the fingers of the gloves contain some kind of spring steel which forces me to keep my fingers straight. I can bend them if necessary but it is quite difficult, and finger dexterity will not really be available to me this evening.

The last item of my attire is a bondage hood. This hood has been specially made for me, and fits my head exactly. The hood has a small battery pack in the back, and I make sure fresh batteries are placed within it. I place the hood on my head, making sure the nose and ear pieces are in place. The ears are covered with the same material as a flight helmet cutting out all sound. The cups engulf my enter outer ear so sound has no crevices to seep through. Moving over to the stereo, I turn up the music to what I know is fairly loud to test this. I could feel the bass of the music, but could not hear it. A slight smile comes to my face. Turning off the music I return to the bedroom. The hood has a blindfold which attaches to the front very easily. I lay it on the bed. Next comes the gag strap. The front of my hood has a fairly large hole in front so that I may give oral pleasure if necessary. The gag on the strap is fitted perfectly for my mouth. Because of this it can be quite comfortable for a short period of time. It is a penis shaped gag, and made of some malleable spongy material of which I do not know. On the front of the gag strap there is a small knob. Some might consider it a dial, but to me its a knob. If on the lowest setting, the gag fits very well and can stay in my mouth for a long time. Turning the knob expands the gag from a little to a lot. The knob on a setting of three is quite painful and makes my jaw muscles very sore for a long period of time. Testing now, I see that the knob has six full clicks within it. With a sigh, I put the knob to a setting of one, and insert the gag into my mouth. Strapping it tight, I doubt it will be removed for quite a while. I place the blindfold over my eyes, and I am cut off from all contact from the outside world.

I dont know how long I must wait from here. I decide to stretch out on the bed and try and get some sleep. I didnt look at the clock, but it must be early afternoon by now, and Ill probably need my energy tonight anyway. After a while of fidgeting, and trying to get comfortable, I finally drift off asleep.

I awaken to a soft, soothing voice. "Purple, can you hear me?" I feel gentle stroking on the top of my hood, and a soft finger caressing my nipple. "Purple, are you awake?"

It is the comforting voice of Katrina. My owner. I nod my head gently yes, and roll over into her arms. All is well. I always feel safe here. Hers is the only voice I can hear, as she has a microphone that sends sounds directly into my earphones. She is my only contact with the outside world.

How long have I been asleep? Has the party started? Is anybody else watching me? How long have they been watching me? I listed very intently, but could not hear a sound. I moaned in frustration.

"Come on little one, its time to get up. Lots to do now."

I slide to the edge of the bed, prepared for the unknown to come.

To be continued...