"Well...what can I say..." thinking to myself "....well ol' Blonde Brain you've ended up nice and warm". Looking up I notice the closets, all locked and very secure along with the drawers to the dressing table. All the locks having a silver and pink square beside them. Walking to the door and feeling a bit braver, I open the door of my room, leaving the cozyness of the room behind me. Then walking quickly I walk to the stairs and just as promised is a black painted strip across them.

Stepping back nervously, I spin round, but again there is no one there. Weird, I'm sure there was. Looking round the immense hallway, I can pickout the softly lit pink keypad that lets me get into the office wing but chillingly a bit further away is a door picked out in black with a solid heavy black line infront of it along with a metallic black keypad.

Weirdly, apart from the one Help and Master and the dog, I've seen no-one. Looking up I see the big heavy dog motionless now on the stairs. I can't help feel that he seems ever so pleased with himself. Backing away slowly, heart thumping, I step slowly away until I can feel the door to my room at my back. Breathing hard I race into my room, remembering how still the dog was and the fact that I was positive I could hear screams. I mean harsh screaming.

Looking around my eyes fall on a single sheet of paper, with neatly typed instructions that I am to wear my bracelet at all times except for showering or swimming and even then the note told me where to leave it. Also in the note was the information that the locks in my temporary room were now disabled so I could now open the closets and all the drawers as needed.

Rushing to the closet, I pull it open and sure enough my few things are neatly hung up and ready to wear. In the other closets are a selection of dresses and skirts and sports dresses, all of which seemed a trifle revealing but were very well made. The final closet held business suits, all smart enough in sober colours but the skirt length seemed indecently short and the trousers were cut in a very tight, very girlie style.

The shoes on the base of each of the closets all seemed very nice and put my tired grey heels to shame. Rather surprisingly there were also some girlie Reebok trainers and a couple of pairs of nice sandals. Hearing the rain bouncing off the windows made me doubt I'd ever get to wear some of the lighter stuff. Mind you, all the shoes were very well made to, hinting at Masters deep resources. For some reason only the top drawers in the chest by the window would open, revealing a selection of panties and bras as well stockings and suspender belts.

Grinning I bounced on the end of the bed, apprehensive but happy at the same time. I flicked on the TV was very disappointed to get nothing but music channels. "Still, not worth being cross" thinking to myself, "I mean even for a 'temporary suite' it was great and luxurious compared to my other options. Hey, with the lights turned down low it might be even be thought of as cozy".

With that thought ringing around, I ran to the shower stripping off my suit and putting it neatly on the chair. After luxuriating in the big hot shower, I towelled myself dry and then slipped some normal, jade coloured panties on along with a matching bra. Rummaging around in the closets, not sure of what to wear, I finally settle on a nice smart denim mini skirt and a loose jade coloured sleevless cotton blouse. All, nice and warm, I snuggle into the sofa to doze and watch TV.

Still, I'm sure I heard screaming. Or maybe not. Maybe, thinking to myself, Ol' Blonde Brain, you're just way over excited. I mean screaming and a dog that looks pleased with itself. Like right, sure. It's just a big old house.