It was a slow week so I flew to Boston to spend time serving Jon and watching our new movie. “We have make another movie sometime soon.” “We will I promise but this time I will let her pick her two partners.” Maybe two men or a man and a woman or two women, who knows.

I ask Jon if he thinks Zoe is ready for the cocoon? He is not quite sure. The cocoon is terrifying. I have only done it twice but thought I would die each time.
“I’m going to try it with her” I decide.
The cocoon is terrifying. Master places both of your legs into one leg of a pair of pantyhose with your arms to your side. The hose is stretched so tight that it is difficult to even move your feet. Your knees and legs are forced tightly together.
Then master pulls the second pair of hose down over your head and to your waste. The hose stretches tightly across your mouth and face. Opening your mouth to breath is difficult but still can be done.
With your arms trapped next to your sides the other legs of the hose are wrapped around your waist and tied together. Movement is impossible. All you can do is wiggle to try and get free, and PANIC!

Saturday morning arrives and Zoe is on time. Of course I have her change into her maid’s costume right away. Then I place the locking leather belt on her and lock her left wrist to the belt. She seems a little surprised that I would lock the belt on her again.

I haven’t finished my coffee yet so I enjoy it with a biscuit while watching Zoe clean the kitchen.
Then it is time for me to go shopping. I ask her if there is anything she would like for lunch. “Anything will do” she tells me so it will be meats and cheeses and breads for lunch again.
Before I leave I remind her to be sure and empty the trash. I have purposely filled the cans to overflowing during the last two weeks. “Oh” I tell her she will have to take the trash on the elevator to the basement. Someone (I wonder who…) forced an old chair into the trash chute and now it is out of order. Carrying the trash to the dumpster in the basement is the only way to dispose of it.
“Oh, and don’t forget to wash the windows.” With that I leave.

After a few hours I return with my purchases. I tell Zoe it is time for lunch again but this time I remove her belt and wrist cuff. I want her to have a pleasant lunch.
While she is eating I pull two pair of extra large queen-sized black tights out of a bag.

“Come I tell her it is time to play.” I instruct her to strip off all of her clothing and tell her we are going to play a game called “cocoon.”
She is curious at first as I open the first pair of hose and instruct her to put them on with both of her legs in one leg of the tights. Zoe does exactly as told and is having difficulty standing as her feet and legs are forced tightly together.
I help her to sit on the floor while I open the second pair of hose. “Place your arms at your side” she is instructed as I pull the second pair of hose over her head and down to her waist. She now realizes she can not see through the black tights and is tightly trapped. I notice she is breathing rapidly. I lean over and tell her to control her breathing or she will pass out. As the last step I take the other two legs of the hose and wrap them around her waist and tie them tight.
Zoe is now stuck in a cocoon. I can she is starting to panic. Her breathing is very rapid and she is trying hard to get free of her cocoon. “Please release me” is all she says at first. Then her cries turn to demands to release her and finally begging to be released.

I ignore all of her pleas. I am enjoying watching her squirm and listening to her cry while I enjoy my wine and book. Finally after an hour I decide it is time to release her. I warn her to lie very still as I will be cutting the tights loose with a pair of scissors and I would truly hate to cut her.
Once she is finally free she curls into a tight ball and sits on the carpet staring at me for a long time.

Finally I command her to come onto the divan and place her head on my lap. She does as she is told but still does not talk. While stroking her I can feel her hair is still wet with perspiration. “Go shower” I command her “and come back to me naked once you are clean.”
When she returns I have her sit at one end of the divan while I place my head on her lap and stretch out for a nap. “Wake me at five o’clock sharp” I command her. I need a nap, we have a busy night ahead.

I am awakened exactly at five. I wonder if she has been sitting there still and wide awake for the last two hours. It doesn’t matter as she woke me promptly at five as ordered.

“My slave you are free for the evening!” I explain I want her to put on her black dress and let me apply her makeup. I change into a similar dress but without the deeply plunging neckline.

I want to test her loyalty. I tell her we are going club-hopping. I know we will definitely be approached by numerous men. Especially Zoe as erotically hot as she looks tonight. I think I would rather walk into the clubs with her wearing a collar and leash and I holding onto the leash. I want to brag to all about my slave.

But we are going clubbing. In the cab I explain to her she may leave at any time and go home with any man she meets or if she is tired she may just go home. Tonight is girl’s night and we are out to have fun and maybe find a man to explore for the night.
She is told there will be no penalty for anything she chooses. I also tell her she is VERY welcome to come home with me at the end of the night where we will forget domme/slave and just be two lovers. I hope that is the choice she will make but she is free to do as she pleases.

The driver drops us of at the first club…