"Hmmm....." I said out loud as looking round the suite I could swear that my clothes had been gone through again and the bracelet on my wrist seemed to be even tighter. I know I had dozed off and I know the thunder had made me jump a little but I was a bit on edge. As I moved my foot it felt weird.....what the hell.....looking down I could see heavy pink and black ankle tag. Absolutely solid, there was no way I could take it off.

Looking round in panic I could see the paper on the table with the usual neat writing: "For the time being, the Master has agreed to accept your presence. In recognition of just how soft and weak and how much of a girlie sissy you really are he has generously agreed to not correct you with a cane unless you are extremely unruly. That said he still needs to be able to know precisely where you are and have a means of correcting you. The tag serves that purpose. Interfere with it and you will be hurt by it. It will make you cry."

Feeling chilled and sick, I started to cry and ran to the bed to curl up on it feeling very afraid and more than a little panic. Getting back up, I threw off my skirt and top I simply pulled on a big t-shirt and curled back up again, leaving my nice new clothes in a heap on the floor. As the rain and the thunder washed I over the house, the penny began to drop that the money might be nice but the conditions might be very harsh. I realised that was precisely why I had got the job.....because I was soft and sissy and girlie. There was no way I'd dare to try and take the tag or the bracelet off and try and get through the doorways marked in black.

After thinking about that, I calmed down a bit and cleaned myself up and re-dressed back into my clothes. Blushing hard at the obvious tag on my ankle hoping the staff would understand. "Anyway, Ol' Blonde Brain, you gotta eat" I told myself as I slipped out the door and stood back in the main entrance, looking round, thankful that there was no dog to be seen and that plenty of the doors were not marked out in black.

Walking slowly towards the dining room I was amazed at the luxury of the place and felt a bit like girlie trailer trash as my ankle tag was clearly on display. The scale of the room was awesome too with a massive TV dominating one end of the room. Even better were the big soft chairs even though there was a massive dog basket near by. I mean huge, I wondered if Master had two dogs. And shivered in fear at the thought.

Being ever so careful not to disturb any thing I decided to curl up in one of the chairs and just relax for a bit reading a trashy gossip magazine that had been on the chair. Looking up suddenly I could swear, just absolutely swear I was being watched and hell, yes, I'm sure I could hear screams, or could I? Maybe not. Shivering a little I realised that my sissy weakness about the storm and dog plus the bracelet and tag meant for the time being I was now effectively property of the Master and who ever else he decided should run things.

With that thought I pretty much ran to my room, grabbing the magazine as I left. Weirdly I felt much safer there, in those cozy, girlie rooms. After slipping into my rooms and making sure the door was closed I relaxed and felt far more at home. Even if the rooms were a little bit bare of decorations.