I had met her online. On a dating site to be more accurate. She seemed nice and sweet in our messages with each other and I really wanted to meet her. I was driving away from my home in the city to go meet her. She seemed like a very normal woman. I thought nothing could be wrong. She had said that rather than going on a date for coffee or lunch at some restaurant that I meet her at her house. I thought nothing of it and so I agreed. She lived in a very rural area, about 2 hours from me. But I didn't mind the drive. I was very eager to meet her. Her house was secluded, on acres and acres of property. There wasn't another house in sight. I parked my car and went to her front door. I rang the bell twice. I was baffled when I opened the door. There she was, the same woman from online. I became so aroused I could barely think. This could be the woman of my dreams. Right here. Right now. I could barely get the words to my mouth to respond when she said "Hi Ryan" I replied, still in awe. "Hi Heather" "Would you like to come in?" She asked. "Yes." This was all I could say. I was in total awe of her. Her red hair, just like her photo online. Her body was even better than her picture. And she wore a red dress that suited her so well. I felt underdressed in my casual jeans and sweater. I followed her inside to her fairly large house. I was surprised that she lived here alone. I wondered how she could even afford a place like this alone. "Would you like a drink?" She asked "No, I'm ok for now, thanks though" I replied. I then turned to admire the inside of her houses living room, which looked just like any other normal living room. I then turned back to Heather who had prepared both of us a glass of wine. Although I had refused initially, I decided to accept just to avoid being rude. Over the next few hours, heather and I had each enjoyed a few drinks and got to know each other some more. I brought up her home and asked how she had acquired it. She told me it was passed onto her when her uncle died. It belonged solely to her now. I was so intrigued by this woman. It fascinated me that she was older than me by ten years. I loved everything about her, and couldn't help my arousal. I had hoped that I would get lucky later on. I started to feel lightheaded and excused myself to her washroom. She pointed out where it was and I made my way there. I was beginning to become very drowsy all of a sudden. I poured some water on my face to wake myself up and went back to Heather. I returned but I could barely have say down on her couch again before I started drifting off to sleep. That was the last thing I remembered from that night. The next thing I do remember was waking up the next morning, tied to a bed. I tried to remember if Heather and I had explored like this last night, but I wouldn't have ever been into something like this. I hate taking orders. My hands were tied to the bed posts and my feet were chained together. I was completely naked and had no idea how I had gotten here. I began to panic when I heard movement outside the bedroom. In walked Heather in a very different outfit from last night. She wore a leather bodysuit that hugged her body very tightly. She also held a whip. I didn't clue into what this meant at first. I was just happy to see her. "Hey Heather, do you remember how this happened?" I was hoping that she was just kidding with me and would proceed to untied and let me go home. Not the case. She smiled for a few seconds before simply saying: "I am Mistress Heather and I own you now. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."