The Reporter Pt. 04 by TasksForSubs,TasksForSubs

We arrived at Selena’s place on the outskirts of the village, roughly forty-five minutes later. I was a little envious of the place that she owned, her large house came with quite a bit of land, front and back, and it was sort of in the middle of a wooded area. The area at the front of her house was immaculately decorated with beautiful flowers, trees and shrubs, a large garage and a water feature. It looked stunning. When I knocked. Phil opened the door and let me in with a friendly smile as I waved goodbye to Jason as he drove off. I joked to Phil how I was jealous of her garden and he laughed, saying I should see the back. It turned out, Selena also owned the land that the woods was on, and that there was a large security fence around the woods around the whole perimeter of her property. The gates we had driven through on the way was the beginning of her property. Phil told me to stay there whilst he made Selena aware that I had arrived, and then he was off to pack as he was going away for the weekend a little later to the seaside. Lucky him.

“Good evening Penny,” Selena announced when she walked into the entrance hall to greet me. She wore gym gear, and judging by the slightly red cheeks and sweat glistening off of her skin, she’d just finished working out. I had a sudden urge to lick the sweat off of her skin, but I stopped myself from doing so. God what was wrong with me.

“Good evening Goddess” I smiled nervously.

“On the floor to your right is an empty box.” Selena started. “Get undressed, and put your clothes and your belongings in the box. You won’t need them this weekend.”

“Yes, Goddess.” I breathed, instantly falling into the familiar submissive mindset, eager to please and for her to take control. It felt completely natural to be fully naked in her presence, she was superior to me in all ways and I fully recognised that.

“If you accept it, I also want you to wear this. This collar represents my ownership of you, how you serve me and are protected by me.” Selena held up a small, black, leather collar. The material was thin but durable, the collar itself was similar to that of a cat’s, and when I accepted it, Selena had me kneel and then fitted it around my neck, locking it in place with a small padlock at the back. She led me to a mirror and I admired how it looked around my neck, though even more so, I loved what it represented. Just by offering the collar, she wanted to own me, and that made me extremely happy.

“It’s beautiful Goddess, thank you,” I said, holding back some tears. Selena then pulled out a metal tag in the shape of a small heart, inscribed on the tag were the words ‘Property of Selena.’ A few tears of joy escaped me as she placed the inscribed tag on the collar. “Thank you Goddess,” I repeated.

“You’re very welcome pet.” Goddess Selena smiled warmly. Her pet, that was a nice thought. “Now, while you are in my home, there are standards I expect you to meet. I will give you your responsibilities and chores shortly, though if I call you at any time, you will drop what you are doing and see to what I want before returning to what you were doing. I’m not a patient woman.”

“Understood Goddess.”

“You will be locked in high heels for your duration here, and although I’ve just collared you with that collar, I want you to wear a different one here this weekend. When you leave on Sunday, you’ll place the one you’re wearing now back on.” Selena handed me a pair of high heels. They looked lovely, though the heel on them was far bigger than anything I’d worn before. She secured them on my feet with the straps and then added a padlock to ensure I couldn’t remove them. Next, she handed me over the steel device. Four stainless steel rings connected by a metal bar to fit around my neck. One side of the rings opened to allow it to fit around the neck and I had to keep my head held up for it to fit in place. There was a bar that fitted to the back of the collar which attached to a steel belt that went around my waist. The belt had two plugs fitted, one for each hole and I sighed as the cold steel devices entered both my holes. The bar also had cuffs attached at the back, though my hands were kept free for now. The whole device felt uncomfortable, but it forced me to keep my neck and posture correct. That in line with the high heels was going to make walking difficult and hard work.

“Put your arms behind your back and walk to the end of the hall and back,” Selena instructed and I heard her giggle as I tentatively placed one foot in front of the other. Even going slowly, it was incredibly difficult and I paused to steady myself every time I wobbled. The high heels were going to be painful and difficult to walk in as I grew used to them, but the posture collar made it harder. I couldn’t really look down at my legs, I just had to focus so that I was walking correctly and keep facing ahead. Often I removed my arms from behind my back to regain balance, and thankfully Selena just giggled at that.

“Good. It will take you some time, but you’ll eventually be comfortable in both of those. Now whilst you’re here with me, I need to know you’re committed to obeying me. You are here for me, to serve, amuse, and pleasure me. Nothing else should matter, but that. Is that understood?”

“Yes Goddess,” I answered, fully prepared to give this weekend my all. I knew Selena would demand my full attention, she was my Goddess, and now she had collared me, I wanted to make her realise that it was a good choice.

The first job of the evening was to cook dinner for Selena. Phil had left instructions on a piece of paper in the kitchen. There was some marinated chicken in the fridge which needed to be steam cooked along with vegetables and rice. Since all of it was cooked in a separate steam oven, it was relatively easy to make. It didn’t take long to cook and I served it up on the plate along with a glass of red wine. The hardest part was actually getting the food to Selena. I held the tray with two hands and slowly walked, concentrating on every step in the high heels ensuring that I didn’t spill or drop anything. Selena watched me with an amused smile on her face as I brought the tray into the dining room and slowly lowered it before serving Selena the plate of food and her glass of wine.

“Kneel,” Selena ordered. I placed the tray on the table and got down onto my knees besides where she sat. As she ate, she explained what was expected of me over the weekend. I would cook all her meals, do all the dishes, clean, do the laundry, and clean the toys in her dungeon in the annexe once it had been in use. Whenever I served her food, I would kneel and wait by her side until the dishes were ready to clean. I was also to wake her up gently by worshipping her feet every morning. Tomorrow, she was expecting friends round for a little party, and I would be serving them all that night as well.

Once Selena had finished eating, I took the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, then turned it on. Once it was set on, I returned to Selena in the living room. She had me get on all fours just in front of where she sat on the sofa, and she rested her feet on me. It was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t ever going to moan about it. I was being of service to Selena, satisfying her, and that was more than enough satisfaction for myself. She remained quiet as she watched the television, and I let my mind wander. Four weeks ago I would have called anyone who had an interest in this lifestyle a dirty pervert. Now, I knew just how prudish my opinions were. There was a great deal to this lifestyle, so much so that I was beginning to crave it more and more, I wasn’t sure I could live with the mundane nine to five and vanilla sex only from now on. It was satisfying to serve Selena, just knowing that I was making her happy or being of use to her, made me happy. Then there was the arousal, being reduced down to an object, just a foot stall for Selena to use whilst she watches the television, ignoring me, that made me very wet indeed.

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