Lisa had her instructions. The 20-year-old knew that if they were not followed, she would be in serious trouble. Later this same evening, Lisa had to travel to her Master Jeremy's estate for an entire weekend of bondage and domination. The young lady was very much into submission and received the most sexual gratification while being controlled.

She had been visiting Jeremy for well over a year -- yet knew very little about him. Lisa did know, however, that her 25-year-old Master was a millionaire and his palace-like home was a reflection of his vast worth. Since she was not permitted to ask unneccessary questions while in his presence, Lisa had never found out what exactly Jeremy had done to make him so rich. Yet, she had inferred through the passing of time that he had invented some type of item and made a fortune selling it.

But Lisa also had a few assets of her own, one of them being a body which had been sent down from Mount Olympus. A tall, gorgeous blonde, Lisa had the legs of a showgirl and the face of an angel. Her figure, an eye-catching 37c-24-36, was kept in excellant shape with the help of aerobics and various exercises. The brown-eyed California Girl was friendly and popular amongst most, if not all, of her peers.

Jeremy had told Lisa to pack all of her lingerie and a couple of tight outfits into a suitcase and bring it with her to his mansion. The young lady was also instructed to bring three pairs of high-heeled shoes along with two normal, everyday outfits. It was Friday, and she only intended on staying until Sunday evening. Yet Lisa knew that her Master would most likely see to it that she try on every single piece of attire before the weekend was over.

The long-haired blonde was to be at his home no later than 7:30pm. So she intended to leave at 5:45pm, since it usually took 90 minutes to drive to Jeremy's estate. She lived in the Los Angeles area, and he resided in the area north of it. Yet the long-distance trip meant nothing to Lisa simply because of what was awaiting her upon arrival.

At 5:40pm, Lisa stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, making sure she looked as good as ever. She ran a brush through her silk-like mane and shot a mist of hairspray upon the blonde locks. The vixen did not yet appear as if she were headed for two straight days of sex and submission. Dressed in a pair of black spandex pants and a blouse which had white and black stripes on it, Lisa looked as though she was set for another day of college. She wore sandels which matched the spandex and her long hair was tied into a pony-tail with the help of a pink ribbon.

Once concluding she looked perfect, Lisa walked over to the closet and fished out a black leather jacket. It was to be a bit chilly out tonight with moderate winds coming in from the mountains. She put the jacket on and then picked up the suitcase, and headed for the door.

After telling her family good-bye and informing them that she was going to a girlfriend's house for the weekend, Lisa dragged the heavy suitcase down the cement steps of the apartment complex where she lived, en route for her car in the parking lot. Once there, it took all of her strength to lift the luggage up and into the trunk of her vehicle, a red, compact sports car. Next, she got into the automobile and started the engine, then drove off toward her weekend of pleasure.

It was already dusk when Lisa pulled up to a large mansion seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The house itself was huge; Lisa figured she did not even know how big it was by merely just looking at it. Though it couldn't be seen now due to it being dark, the grounds were green and sprawling, with beautiful trees and shubbery in several places. Behind the main house were three seperate bungalows, sometimes used for guests. It was a wonderful place to visit, the type which Lisa hoped to one day call her pernament home.

Yet there were currently more pressing matters on the girl's mind, as she frantically hurried to get out of the car and grab the suitcase from the back. She made sure everything was locked, then ran as quickly as possible, to the front entry of the estate. Once there, the exhausted lady dropped the suitcase and banged upon the door with her fist.

Seconds later, the door was unlocked from the inside and it opened. Breathing heavily, Lisa smiled as she saw Jeremy standing before her. As usual, he was looking extremely handsome in her eyes. He was tall and muscular, and the white dress shirt and gray slacks he wore gave a nice hint of his build underneath. Yet, the happy smile upon her lips faded away and turned to a frown when she noticed Jeremy look at his wristwatch and shake his head.

"I'm sorry, Master!" Lisa pleaded in a scared tone.

"Lisa, I told you to be here at 7:30," Jeremy said in a calm tone. "You are eight minutes late. Do you have any explanation for this?"

"Master, I'm sorry!" she reiterated.

"I don't care if you're sorry," he said, his ire raising slightly. "You know that 'sorry' does not cut it around here. I asked for an explanation and I want one. NOW."

Lisa looked at the ground beneath her for an instant, then stared back up at him, a tear streaming from her left eye. Almost about to break down and cry, she spoke, "I left early enough, but there was a wreck on the freeway that slowed me up. I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I didn't want to get caught for speeding, either."

Jeremy folded his arms and glared at her. "You should anticipate wrecks. You should anticipate anything which may slow you up when coming here. When I tell you to be here at a certain time, I expect you to be prompt -- no matter the situation."

"I promise, Master, I'll never be late again!" she shrieked.

"You better not be," he warned her. "But no matter. You are late NOW, and we need to take care of that."

His words nearly seemed to take all the life out of her. Hunched and now sobbing, she asked, "Are you going to punish me?"

He slowly nodded his head, which brought a loud shrill from Lisa. "You know that anytime you disobey the rules, you get punished. NOW, stop your crying or I'll double the punishment. Would you like that?"

"NO, MASTER!" she exclaimed. Lisa sniffed her nose and wiped the tears away from her cheek. "I promise, Master, I'll stop crying."

Jeremy reached behind his back and pulled a set of shiny handcuffs from his belt. He held the stainless steel items before her eyes, then said, "Turn around, Lisa. Hands behind your back."

Still a bit unsettled from the knowledge that she was going to be punished, Lisa obeyed him, turning halfway around and bringing her hands together behind her slender back. She had her carkeys in one of the hands, and felt Jeremy pry them from her grasp.

"You don't need these for the rest of the weekend," he told her.

Knowing better, Lisa did not protest. Next the cold steel of the handcuffs were slapped around both of her wrists. She tested the restraints, only to find them ungiving.

Jeremy spun her around so she was facing him. "Good girl," he said. Next he pulled her into the house and picked up the suitcase, then brought it inside and closed the door behind him.

"May I say something, Master?" she quietly asked.

"As long as it's not a complaint or a cry," Jeremy replied.

"Oh no, it's not that," she softly returned. "It's just, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to come here dressed this way. Spandex pants and this blouse are not too suspicious."

"You're welcome," he told her. "Did your mother suspect you were going somewhere other than your girlfriend's house this weekend? I know she did last weekend, when I made you come here in a tight dress with a low-cut hem and spiked heels."

"Not outwardly, Master," Lisa replied. "She may have been thinking it to herself."

Jeremy moved behind his submissive and gave her a soft push in the back. "Come on, enough of the chit-chat. We're not here to socialize. Go to your regular bedroom. I'll follow right behind you." He picked up the suitcase and began following her.

As Lisa walked through the large mansion, she could sense that the eyes of her Master were fixated upon her spandex-clad bottom. Sure enough, that was exactly what Jeremy was looking at. He admired the way her shapely bottom moved and wiggled with each step. It was perfect to him. Jeremy quickly decided that Lisa would need to be spanked this weekend... several times.

After a minute or two of weaving through the endless hallways and corridors, Lisa came to a stop at the closed door of the bedroom where she normally stays when visiting here. The blonde turned around and watched as Jeremy opened the door and went in first. He ordered her to step inside, which she immediately did.

Jeremy swung the suitcase onto the bed and opened it right up. Lisa watched as he began to sort through her clothing and lingerie. If it were anyone but him doing this with her unmentionables, she would feel violated. Yet since he was her Master, Lisa did not care about it.

After several seconds of searching, Jeremy came to the item which he had been looking for. He pulled out an emerald-green chemise which had a small, gold embroidery in front. The tiny chemise had wide shoulder straps and it just so happened to be Lisa's favorite piece of lingerie.

He dangled it before her eyes and then tossed it onto the dresser. "I'm going to take your handcuffs off. I will be back in five minutes. I expect, at that time, for you to be out of your clothes and into that outfit. I also expect you to be leaning over the bed, with your knees on the carpet. It will then be time for a discipline whipping."