Lana sat in her home office. The day had gone quickly, with no major issues coming up. A new employee in a critical project who had chosen to try the digital nomad lifestyle for the summer had to be disciplined due to shoddy work performance, and there had been a communication breakdown with a client that needed some mending, but all in all, it had been a good day, with the primary summer objectives nearing completion, and talk of a major new client onboarding by September shaping up to be reality. All in all, not bad.

Lana's five-minute timer went off to mark the end of the day. She fired off the last emails, shut down her work laptop, and wiped down her workspace, taking her tea mug with her. She closed the door behind her, and, for the first time ever, locked it as well. Hearing the 'click' of the lock made her heart giffy with excitement as she went to the kitchen to wash her mug, then, aware of the time, quickly went to her bedroom to start up her personal laptop. She took deep, long, breaths, nervously running her fingers through her hair, tucking strands back behind her ears as she signed on to her new account.

It was time. After much discernment, careful consideration, and lots of communication, Lana was ready to begin what she had been working towards for years. The university studies, the internships, the hard work in her field, the long struggle towards financial independence and home ownership...it had all been for this moment. All the time learning, experimenting and improving upon her submissive nature, quietly and alone. A few interactions with self-purported Dominant men had been underwhelming affairs, but she had not given up hope that she would find the right one. Then one day, it dawned on her that she had been going about it the wrong way.

Lana liked her work. She liked her position. She enjoyed her independent living, and living alone. It was not physical contact and proximity with a Dominant that she desired, but the Dominant just in her life; controlling her life. And then, Sir came along.

The icon that showed she was live blinked on. Taking a deep breath, she introduced herself; first name, basic information, and confirming what she wanted. She requested from Sir that as discussed, she be allowed to submit to him for a trial period. The rules were clear. Daily tasks, weekly objectives, monthly reviews. Long-term plans, slowly gathering up into a cohesive structure. Some basic limits would be given; she would not be interfered with at work, and some other deeply personal times. But all in all, the path towards complete, total and deep submission was set. Lana would become a Remote Slave.

Lana stood up after finishing. She went into 'Wait' mode, and stood at attention. There was a pause, and for the slightest of moments, she was afraid that she would be denied. Then it came through.

"Request approved. Prepare yourself and begin your tasks. Check in every hour. Bedtime at 23:30 hours."

Lana's heart kicked into overtime, and she bowed deeply. She undressed quickly, taking her jacket off, unbuttoning her blouse and dropping her skirt. Her black underwear slid off quickly and unto the floor. From out of the black box sitting next to her laptop, a small training collar was taken out. Her soft, graceful hands affixed it to her soft neck. The ball gag went on next. Droplets of saliva formed at her perfect lips. Then, dropping to all fours, she went off to begin her work in the kitchen to prepare her meal. Chores were after that, followed by an hour of edging and hypnosis. There was much work to be done.

Peace filled her mind. Work, anxiety, uncertainty all drifted away as an unwanted storm cloud, and all that lay ahead of simple, blissful submission. There would be hard days ahead, with many tasks that would bring her to the breaking point, she knew. But Lana had always achieved what she set out to do. And this, her plan of complete and total submission to Sir, from the safety and privacy of her own home, was all that she wanted.

More to come...follow me for Part 2.