After I was left alone in my room I got up and looked around. There wasn't much to it, just a bed, small table with a lamp and a bookshelf. On the bookshelf was a few random books (including a dictionary, a Tolkien Anthology and a biography of Groucho Marx) and some odds and ends like a fancy corset that appeared to be in my size, a ball gag, a pair of cheap flip flops, a pair of gorgeous black high heels, a pad of paper and a few pencils and a couple of extra blankets on the bottom shelf.
Feeling rather...exposed in just my bra and panties, I wrapped myself in the sheet from my bed and took a closer look at the night table. In the only drawer was a few more pens and pencils, a cheap pencil sharpener, an eraser, a couple more pads of paper and a small book with "The Boarding House" embossed in gold on the front.
I picked up the little book and flipped through a few pages. It contained a list of the rules I had been told upon my arrival as well as a bit more information on slavery and submission and what I could expect as well as the expectations my hosts had of me.
All right, well I can do this. It was my idea, after all. My life had seemed pointless, no family, no children, dead end job, crappy apartment. So I stored what few belongings meant something to me in a locker at a bus station - the key was still on a string around my neck - and abandoned everything else, including my crappy apartment, to try this life out.
I put the key in the drawer and set the book on top of the table to read at my leisure. I took a deep breath and returned the sheet to my bed, then opened the door and stepped out. "H-hello?" I called, hoping to find someone else in the house.