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It all started about 10 years ago. One Friday night I was in a bar in the city where I live, when I noticed that the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was looking at me across the room. I could hardly believe it, but before I knew it she walked over and started talking to me. I was still thinking "What's wrong with this picture?" when she suggested we go to a nearby hotel.

Once we got to the room, she offered to get me a drink from the mini bar. Suspecting nothing, I drank the whiskey and asked her what her name was. "No names," she laughed, "it's better this way." I remember feeling disappointed that she obviously didn't want to see me again after that night (how wrong can you be?) At that moment, I started to feel woozy. I looked across at her and saw an evil smile on her face that I will never forget. It was the last thing I saw before passing out.

When I awoke again, I don't know how much later, I was naked and securely chained by my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. My struggles against my bonds got her attention.

"Ah, awake at last," she said. "I was beginning to think you'd miss the main event." As she said this, she held up a shiny metal belt with some kind of device attached to it. Reading my thoughts, she explained, "This is a male chastity belt, the most secure on the market. There's never been a single case of a man managing to escape from this belt without the key, or have an orgasm - or even an erection - while locked in it. The metal is so strong that there is no way you could cut or burn through it without doing irreparable damage to what's inside it."

"In a moment I am going to lock this belt on you, then leave, taking with me the only key. The handcuff on your right hand is a special device of my own construction, incorporating a timer. In - let's see - a little over three hours, it will unlock automatically, allowing you to reach the keys to your other handcuffs, which I've left on the bedside table there, so you can set yourself free. Apart from the belt, of course!" she added with a laugh.

"By the time you're free I will be long gone, and you will have no idea where I've gone or even who I am. There will be nothing you can do except wait until I contact you and give instructions for our next meeting. I haven't decided yet how long I'm going to wait, and even if I had I wouldn't tell you. It could be a few weeks, months or even years. These meetings are your only chances to get temporarily out of that belt - though you will always be restrained just as you are now, of course. Sometimes I will allow you an orgasm, sometimes just tease you to the point of insanity then lock the belt back on again. It's my decision, and you'll never know which it's going to be. If you want even the slightest chance of an orgasm, you have no choice but to go along."

"Your temporary freedom will come at a price, of course. Sometimes the pain of a severe whipping, sometimes some humiliating or disgusting task you'll have to perform before I unlock you. But then ending will always be the same - I'll lock the belt back on and leave you lying there, counting the hours until the timer sets you free."

"Welcome to the rest of your life."

I had no time to take in the appalling picture she was painting of my future, as she was already locking the belt onto me. My cock dispappeared into a metal tube which seemed to be exactly the same size as its flaccid state - there would be no way I could get even the slighest erection. The belt itself looped around my waist, with two chains running between my legs between the belt and the cock tube. The whole thing had a built-in key mechanism rather than a separate padlock. As she snapped the lock shut, I saw once again that look of pure sadism in her eyes.

"Well, time I was going," she said. "But I'm worried you might be bored just lying there for the next 3 hours. Let me give you something to think about." With that, she took a 2 litre bottle of water from the mini bar. She gripped my nose in one hand, thus keeping my head still and forcing me to open my mouth, and forced me to drink the entire bottle. I wondered for a moment if the water was also d**gged, but then suddenly I understood the torment she was inflicting - within half an hour I would desperately need to pee, but would have to wait another two and half hours in agony before I could.

She got up to leave.

"Wait!" I blurted out. "You... you can't do this to me."

She shook her head as if dealing with a particularly dimwitted c***d. "Understand one thing. I can do absolutely anything I want to you, and I'm going to spend the rest of your life proving it. The torture and humilation you suffer will be limited only by my imagination, which is to say, not limited at all. And even though you know how much suffering a phone call from me will mean, you'll pray every morning that that day will be the day I finally call, since I'm the only way you can get relief from your unimaginable sexual frustration."

She leant over me and made an ajustment to the timer-controlled handcuffs. "Why don't I give you a few extra hours to think about it", she said.

It was six months later when she finally contacted me, calling from an untraceable number. I was given strict instructions to rent a room at a particular hotel and wait for her there. When she arrived, she told me straight away that she didn't have the key to my belt with her, so I could forget any ideas I had about overpowering her to get it. She would only go and fetch it once I was securely handcuffed to the four corners of the bed - and of course, forcing me to drink a couple of litres of water "for old times' sake".

Finally, after several hours, she returned. (I suspect the key wasn't really that far away, but she enjoyed the thought of leaving me lying there, helplessly awaiting her return.) She removed the infernal belt, and my poor deprived cock sprang instantly to attention. I won't go into the torments and teasing of the next few hours, except to say that when she finally did grant me release, she stressed that I shouldn't take it for granted and sometimes I would be going through all this hell with no reward at the end. Like everything else she promised, it turned out to be true. After 10 years I still have no idea who she is. I have no way of contacting her to plead for mercy, and no way of guessing how long she will leave it before contacting me. When she does, I have no way of saying no to whatever cruel punishments she has devised as the price for my all too brief freedom.

Yet my fear at what tortures she may inflict on me is nothing compared to the terror that she will one day stop calling. She has dropped dark hints that she may get bored of our arrangement and bring it to an end - meaning, of course, that I would be left belted for ever, with no hope of escape.

I am completely broken and helpless.


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My wife, Sue, and I had and still have a happy marriage. While not particularly affluent, we both had passable jobs, were satisfied with life and still loved each other.

The changes started one evening a few weeks before Christmas. Our lovemaking had been almost ferocious, with love-bites, gentle slaps and an atmosphere like a wrestling match. Both of us were highly aroused and aggressive, but the climax occurred as we did a sixty-nine with her on top.

She had my arms pinned under her legs and was grinding her pussy into my face quite forcefully. As the scene progressed, she would periodically withdraw her mouth from my cock, lean back, take my hair in one hand and guide my efforts in eating her. The frustration it caused me, quite visibly, proved to be a turn-on for both of us.

The scene was quite intense. When it ended, we fell asleep quickly and did not discuss it until the next day.

Sue confided in me, "I practically ****d you last night, and you loved it!"

"Yes, it's true. I'm not sure, but I think I enjoyed it even more than r****g you!"

"I think you like giving up control."

"I do. Especially when you enjoy taking it."

"Maybe we should do it more often. What do you think?"

"Do what, Sue?"

"Let me take control."

I thought for a moment. My first response was an instant erection. Sue saw it through my pants and smiled.

"Yes, I think you'd like it, maybe even on a regular basis."

She was correct. That night, when we went to bed, she sat on the edge of the bed in her negligee, watching me undress. As I moved, naked and erect, towards the bed, she said, "Hold it right there, darling. I think I'd like you to eat me to orgasm first."

For an instant, I felt threatened. Then, I saw her eyes, as she smiled, observing my erection. "You know you want it this way, right?"

I nodded. I knelt, naked, on the floor at her feet. Guided by her hands at my hair and on the back of my head, I ate her to several orgasms. Finally, after well over thirty minutes, she invited me to get into bed with her. With me on my back, she rode my cock to orgasm, bringing herself off again as well.

She layed on top of me for several minutes, as we enjoyed our afterglow. Then, suddenly, she rose, crawled up over me and sat on my face.

As always, I instinctively buried myself in her pussy, my lips and tongue working away. But I had forgotten. Her pussy was now filled with the load I had placed there minutes ago.

Realizing this, I struggled. But again, my arms were pinned under her knees, and I could not escape.

Actually, I could have. I am certainly stronger than she, and I could have wrestled her off of me at any time. Yet, the utter humiliation of sucking my own come out of her cunt paralyzed me. I did not want to escape. And with her forcefully taking my mouth, feeding me my own load, pulling my hair as she ground herself into me, my erection returned, only minutes after my previous orgasm.

She saw it, and saw my hips bucking. Smiling, she felt me trying to free my right arm from beneath her leg, wanting to masturbate. Still smiling, she held me more forcefully. "No, dear. Bring me off again first, then you can masturbate if you'd like."

I licked and sucked her more enthusiastically than I ever had since we had gotten together. Her second time around, her orgasm took several more minutes. Mine was waiting for a single touch.

Finally, she raised her left knee, freeing my right arm. I took my cock in hand and stroked it several times as Sue took my hair and pulled my mouth back onto her cunt. I came, instantly.

Looking back and watching, she smiled. She replaced my right arm under her leg, then took two fingers and scooped up some of the come which had landed on my chest. She presented the fingers to my mouth to be licked clean.

I resisted, keeping my mouth closed.

"Come now, you want to make me happy, don't you? And there's something about seeing you eating your own come that really turns me on. Open!"

The last word was a firm command, harshly delivered and emphasized with her hand tightly gripping my hair. I opened my mouth. She then fed me my come, returning many times to my body until she had scooped it all up and fed it back to me. Thruout, she remained seated on me, her cunt inches from my mouth, my arms helplessly pinned beneath her legs.

Minutes later, we layed side by side in bed. We had kissed, lovingly and passionately, mouth to mouth, with her unmindful of what tastes my mouth still bore. We had expressed the heartfelt "I love you" 's, then we both became absorbed in thought.

She finally spoke first. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you, dear."

"Not at all. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised."

"I must admit, it was an incredible turn-on, getting pushy with you the way I did."

"It turned me on, as well."

She rolled over, looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.

"You know, I think you not only enjoyed it, but would love nothing in this world more than to get the same and more on a regular basis."

''To be honest, Sue, I have a whole set of fantasies that involve just that."

She smiled widely, and said, "Be careful what you fantasize--you may find your dreams coming true!"

We slept soundly.

The following morning, I had to leave for work well before my wife. I had my coat on and was approaching the door where Sue waited for me, still in her negligee, to kiss me good-bye.

As we embraced and kissed, she said, "I love you, darling."

"And I love you, too."

"Last night was incredible,..." At this, I smiled, lecherously. "...but I wonder, how far would you be willing to go to make me happy?"

I looked her straight in the eye, and said, "Try me."

She laughed, and said, "I had just that in mind. How would you like to get down on your knees and eat me to orgasm right here and now, before you go?"

Her hand found its way into my hair again as I returned her stare. My eyes dropped, and she knew I would submit. Her grip in my hair tightened, and pushed down.

Fully dressed, I knelt at her feet and ate her to orgasm. It took only a few minutes and left me with a raging hard-on which, now, I would not have time to relieve. Finished, I made a move toward the bathroom, to re-wash my face, but she stopped me.

"No, dear. Take it with you, a reminder of my love."

I left the house with not only an aching cock, but the taste and smell of my wife's juice on my face. It kept me aroused for much of the day and was still detectable when I returned home that night.

Her dominating attitude grew as Christmas approached. She began demanding cunnilingus from me several times each day, and more of it at night. Most mornings, she did nothing for my arousal and occasionally denied me pleasure at bedtime. My arousal grew, as did my submission, as each day found me doing more and more of what was once her housework, at her request.

12/23

Finally, a couple of days before Christmas, as I knelt at her feet at bedside, having just finished eating her to orgasm, she looked down at me and asked me the question that would change both our lives.

"Tell me, my love, how would you like to become my slave?"

I thought about her question. I was not immediately shocked, but what the question implied was not yet clear. "You know I'd do anything for you, Sue."

"Yes, I know. But supposing I wanted to demand much more from you, far beyond what you would find pleasant?"

"Such as what?"

"Such as taking complete control of you, spanking or punishing you if you displeased me, tying you up, denying you pleasure, no limits."

Now, I hesitated, thinking hard. "I suppose it would depend on how far you went. I love you, and would do anything that would make you happy. And I trust you. But, what if..."

"If your answer is yes, there can be no preconditions. What I'm talking about is the complete freedom to do anything I want with you, unconditionally."

Again, I thought. I said, "The idea turns me on, but I'd be afraid to commit to something like that blindly."

She took me by the hair and pulled me forcefully back into her cunt. As I began licking, she said, "Well, think about it."

Over thirty minutes later, as I suffered with a most demanding unrelieved erection, I agreed to her proposal. I would sign a formal document of submission to her on Christmas day. Between then and the New Year, we would feel out the situation, set up some ground rules and acquire some equipment. On January first, I would officially begin serving her as a full slave.

An hour later, she rode my cock to orgasm. Again, she then straddled my face and fed me back my come, bringing herself off again as my erection returned. As she laid beside me, pulling my hand away from my cock, she said, "No, my future slave. You'll only come once tonight. Once you're my complete slave, who knows how often you'll be permitted to come?"

With a great force of will, I obeyed.

12/24

Christmas Eve, she tied me for the first time. She bound my wrists together with stockings, then attached them to the headboard of the bed. She sat on my face and teased my cock briefly, then abruptly rose and got out of bed.

She stood and faced me, and said, "Tonight, my future slave, you will not come. You will remain bound as you are all night to make sure you don't cheat. You will, however, serve me all night. Tomorrow, I may allow you to come, after you sign your agreement." She then turned and left.

For an hour or so, she moved about the house doing what she wanted. I laid helpless, erect and aroused, with only her taste on my lips to keep me company.

Bondage is an amazing experience. For short periods, it enhances all physical experience, frees one of all responsibilities, and allows, through struggles, a much wider range of physical expression. In fantasy, it allows experience far beyond reality, with no practical limits on safety, comfort or human capability.

In reality, however, there are differences. My nose itched, my arms and shoulders got stiff, and there was an element of real fear. True helplessness can be as intense as any fantasy, but it can also be threatening.

Sue returned. She carried one of my wide caisson belts. "Comfy?"

"Yes, I guess. My nose is itchy, though."

She chuckled, and said, "Aw, poor dear! Don't worry, though. I'll let you scratch it on my cunt very soon. In the meantime, you're going to get another new experience. Roll over!"

It was a command, not a request. I obeyed instantly. As I laid on my frontside, my hands still bound to the headboard, I looked again at my wife, now brandishing my belt. Suddenly, my ass felt very vulnerable. She watched my face, smiling, seeing the realization in my face of what was about to take place. "Yes, my love. Tonight, we start playing hardball. Tomorrow, should you change your mind, you may choose not to sign the agreement. But now, you'll get a taste of what the future will bring. For this night, your ass is mine!"

I looked back in fear, almost whimpering.

"You're going to get a dozen hard strokes, just to please my curiosity. Then, you'll roll over on your back again, your ankles will be bound, and you'll eat me to orgasm."

I said nothing. I gritted my teeth and waited.

She wound up and swung the belt hard against my asscheeks. Even before it hit, my heart skipped a beat, seeing the power she was putting into the stroke. When it did hit, my ass exploded in a pain I had never felt before. My mouth opened in a silent scream, the wind knocked out of me. A second stroke landed, compounding the effects of the first. My body jackknifed, bouncing around the bed to the limits allowed by my bound wrists, as my screams were finally brought to the surface.

Sue was displeased. She put down the belt, saying, "This won't do at all!" She quickly got our two pillows and placed them under me, raising up my ass in the air. She then took two bathrobe sashes and, spreading my ankles painfully wide, tied them to the lower corners of the bed.

Now I was stretched tight as a bowstring. My asscheeks were equally stretched, and I knew the following strokes would hurt more.

They did. The next stroke caused my body to bounce upward a few inches, then resume its position. A deep, desperate moan escaped my lips as I knew myself totally helpless and vulnerable. I was convinced I was already bleeding and would not survive.

Stroke number four was equally powerful. Yet, something happened in my head. Up to this point, I had a choice to say no. Now, my helplessness was complete. My choice was gone. I would submit, because no other choice existed. Also, I knew I suffered my agony to please my wife. On each succeeding stroke, I knew her to be more and more my Mistress.

The dozen strokes ended--I had lost count. I was crying, gently, into the mattress. My wife's hand gently caressed my now-burning ass, fingering my first-ever welts. Amazingly, I smiled, through my tears. Sue looked down at me, shocked at the smile, as I said, "Please, darling, always be sure I please you well, and punish me if I fail you."

Now, she smiled back. "I certainly will, my love."

She took two more pillows and placed them at the head of the bed. She seated herself against them, then slid towards me. She lifted my head by the hair, then lowered my face into her cunt. "Please me." She still had the belt at hand.

The position was difficult for me, as my head was bent back at an awkward angle. My tongue would not extend as far. Still, Sue demanded her pleasure. Sensing a lack of effort, she swung the belt again to my ass.

"More tongue!"

I screamed again, then strained my muscles to obey, extending my tongue further than I thought possible.

Her arousal grew again, approaching an orgasm. As her climax neared again, she suddenly rose, without explanation, and left the room.

I heard her rummaging around for a couple of minutes as I rested my tired mouth. My cock, still painfully hard, pressed into the pillows still beneath me, but I was stretched so tightly in my bondage I could not move enough even to pump myself into the pillows.

She returned and resumed her seat. She brought a book, two magazines, a sandwich and a carafe of wine.

"No need to rush my orgasm, dear. After all, I've got you all night!"

My cock pulsed; my tongue resumed its work.

I could not see what she read. It clearly helped her arousal at times, as she pumped my face and juiced regularly. At other times, she stopped my movements with just a pat on my head, content to simply have my face buried in her cunt. But no sooner would I catch my wind, then she would promptly start my oral ministrations again with a firm handful of my hair.

Occasionally, she would put down her reading material, look down at me laboring for her pleasure and smile. She would pick up the belt and say, "Keep licking, my slave-to-be, unless you'd like some encouragement!" Sometimes she would encourage me, with anything from a gentle tap of the belt to a full strength stroke. Sometimes, she'd allow the very tip of the belt to give my balls a gentle, but painful, slap. She was amused at my fearful reactions as my balls ached, reminding me of my own arousal. And she had already stated, in no uncertain terms, that I would not come that night.

It felt like hours later when she finally rose. She had finished her snacks and the wine, had read her magazines, had actually finished her book and had come more often than I could count. She used the bathroom, then returned to set up my restraint for the night.

She freed my ankles, removed the pillows and allowed me to flip over onto my back. I was shocked as my ass hit the sheets--I would feel the welts I bore for days!

She rebound my ankles at the foot of the bed, again spread wide. She now had total access to my cock and balls. Getting into bed again, she took my balls in her hand and squeezed, hard enough to make me grimace in pain.

"You're really going to be mine, aren't you?"

My cock, rock hard, ached for attention. I would have begged her to whip it with the belt, anything to get her to simply touch it, but she cut off any possible response by mounting my face again.

"Once more, my wonderful cunt-licker!"

Again, my tongue served her. This time, she bore the slight, acrid aftertastes from her bathroom trip. Realizing this, my cock pulsed again, even harder. She used me quickly and brutally, pulling hard on my hair throughout, unmindful of my discomfort. As she came, she ground hard all over my face, bathing me in her juice. Finally, she was sated, and laid down beside me.

Her thigh crossed mine, her arm laid across my chest. "I still can't believe you're going to be totally mine. I'm going to enjoy you so-o-o much!"

Surprising me, she suddenly took my cock in her mouth, took it down deep into her throat just once, briefly, then let it go.

"Good night, darling!"

I groaned loudly in the agony of supreme frustration. Her single stroke of my cock had practically brought me to orgasm! Even before my groan ended, she had put out the light and went to sleep.

I remained bound and frustrated all night. Twice, I awoke to find her straddling my face again. Each time, she pumped my mouth quickly, bringing herself off, restoring my erection, then rolled over and returned to sleep.

12/25

Morning finally arrived. She awoke me with her cunt on my mouth yet again, this time facing away from me. My eyes opened to the sight of her asshole, practically burying my nose.

She brought herself off quickly, then rose and freed my bonds.

She asked, "If I leave your hands free, can you promise me you won't even touch your cock without my permission?"

My erection screamed for attention. I told her I could not be sure of keeping such a promise.

"Alright, then. Turn around."

She bound my hands behind my back.

I was made to kneel, then simply watched as she dressed. She wore a black wraparound skirt over stockings and garters, then put on a red pullover top, one she knew I loved because of the way it hugged her breasts. Without a bra, it would be a daring choice for street wear. Today, however, we would not be going out.

She told me to rise and follow. I obeyed, accompanying her to the kitchen. There, she sat, freed my hands, and said, "Breakfast will be pancakes, scrambled eggs and fried ham. Instead of coffee, make some hot cider with cinnamon."

Still naked, I cooked breakfast. I noticed, as I worked, that she had brought along the belt she used on my ass the previous night.

I served her breakfast, but she would not allow me to sit. She retied my hands behind me, then said, "Here, kneel at my feet! We have to make sure everything is properly prepared."

She sampled all the food and approved. She ate, slowly, enjoying my perturbed look as I tried to read her intentions while my own breakfast cooled. Eventually, she took my fork and, in between bites of her own breakfast, fed me mine. Indeed, I was surprised at how dependent I could be on her, even to the point of food.

With breakfast done, I cleared the dishes. Then she said, "Well, darling, time to open our presents! Follow me, on your knees!"

In the living room, we took turns opening our gifts, as our old traditions dictated. In my case, however, she chose and opened my gifts as I remained naked and bound, watching her from my knees.

The last present had a tag on it reading from me to her. I had not seen it, and looked at her curiously.

"This is your contract of enslavement", she began. "It is not something I'm giving you, but rather something you will sign and give to me." She freed my hands, handed me the package, and said, ''Open it!"

Still kneeling naked at her feet, I opened the present. It was a rolled piece of parchment, skillfully calligraphed. With my heart pounding, I read it:

Contract of Enslavement

I, ________________, hereby submit myself, completely, unconditionally and of my own free will, to Suzanne _______________, as her absolute slave.

From this day forward, I shall remain her property, available to her to dispose of in any way that pleases her.

All my property, money, possessions and titles I assign to her.

My body shall remain her property. She may use, abuse, pleasure or torture me as she desires , whether it may be in mundane labor, serving her pleasure or receiving her punishment according to her whims of the moment. Indeed, if she wishes, she may subject me to the most severe torture, simply to idle away her time.

I shall be hers to train as she sees fit. I shall be subject to any rules of conduct and discipline she wishes to impose and consent in advance to any punishments she may inflict, even knowing that at the time such things are imposed upon me I may not be willing or able to endure them.

I forgive her now for any damages she may inflict upon me and agree to never hold her responsible for any ill effects I may suffer at her hands.

I further agree to serve anyone to whom she assigns me with the same devotion and under the same conditions under which I serve my Mistress.

Finally, I agree that should my Mistress tire of me, she may transfer my ownership to anyone she pleases, without warning, reason or consideration. Should this take place, I agree to serve and devote myself to my new owner with the same dedication I would give my Mistress. Should she find me utterly worthless, a failure even as a slave, she may dismiss me altogether by throwing me naked into the street, never to return.

I agree to, and swear to, all these conditions willingly, fully aware of all their implications, and I do so without coercion, motivated totally by my love and devotion to my wife and Mistress.

Signed,

X______________________

__/__/__

I finished reading the document to myself, then looked into my wife's eyes. Part of me felt fear--would I be looking into the eyes of a b**st, seeking only my downfall? No. Her face shone with love and affection. I truly could have risen and thrown the contract into the fire; she would still love me.

Yet, there was a clear excitement visible, a fire in her eyes waiting to burst forth. Would the contract be stored away in a drawer, only to be acted upon at moments of boredom? Doubtful. She had a hunger to dominate me, to control me, in the midst of her love.

The document asked me to give her exactly what she wanted. Her hand held a pen--a new, expensive fountain pen, never used.

I rose, and took her into my arms. "I want to kiss you, one last time, as a free man, as your husband."

She rose and met my kiss. The passion we exchanged at that moment went beyond sex, beyond love. It was the intermingling of our souls. We both knew then, it would be the last act we would perform as equals.

I fell to my knees.

She handed me the contract again, and ordered me, "Read it aloud before you sign it."

I obeyed, putting my heart into each affirmation. A tear fell from my eye before I finished. Looking up at my wife, I noticed that she, also, had shed tears.

She handed me the pen.

For the last time as a free man, I looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, Sue." I then signed and dated the contract.

I handed it back to my wife, now my Mistress, along with the pen, then bent down and placed my lips on her toes, kissing them.

She told me to rise, but remain on my knees. She then surprised me with still one more present, "Your first as a slave!"

At her bidding, I opened it. It contained a leather collar, with the inscription, "I belong to Mistress Suzanne." There were rings about its circumference, and a locking buckle. She locked it about my neck, then pocketed the key.

The package also contained a leash and a pair of handcuffs. "We will be getting much more equipment for your training and discipline soon, but these are immediate necessities."

Moments later, my wrists were locked behind my back, and my collar had its leash attached, with my Mistress holding its other end. "Now, for the first time as a slave, you may pleasure your Mistress!"

My lips and tongue began their duty. Now, there was a much greater significance to my act. It was not a submissive whim on my part which I had agreed to perform, not even a willing acquiescence to a demand from the one I loved. Now, it was a required act, one which was my duty and responsibility. It was expected of me, a natural function, requiring neither appreciation nor even acknowledgement. It was simply the use of a slave. The most natural place in the world for me to be would, from now on, be on my knees, my wrists locked behind my back, my mouth buried in my Mistress' cunt.

My erection had returned earlier and was growing more rampant. Little more than a touch would set me off. Until this morning, that meant pleasure for me. When teased, stimulated and abused, I became more aroused, in expectation of a more dramatic climax, and in the anticipation caused by not knowing when and if it would arrive. Now, my cock was an enemy. It demanded attention which brought it into conflict with what was now my sole purpose--pleasing my Mistress. A part of me almost wanted to beg to be beaten as I served, until my erection vanished.

It was not necessary. Mistress came, then pushed me onto my back. The handcuffs hurt me in this position; I had to move my wrists awkwardly to one side to avoid laying on the cuffs.

She mounted my face. "Clean me!"

I opened my mouth as her pussy lowered upon it. I licked and sucked, drinking down her juice. She guided me with a word here, a tug of my hair there, until I had consumed all she had to give. Then, looking down into my eyes, she said, "I will allow you to come in my pussy, now. When you finish, you will clean me again with your mouth, sucking out all your come, and continue eating me until you bring me off again!"

Before the act began, I felt the wave of humiliation rush over me, knowing what I would have to do. Worse, the anticipation of the act aroused me further. But I also realized I was totally at her mercy. I could not remove my handcuffs, or even the collar, without the keys. Whether I was willing or not, I would obey.

It took me barely thirty seconds to come. It was intense, gloriously intense, my first orgasm as her slave, but it was still disappointingly quick.

In the midst of my afterglow, she rose off me and crawled back up over my face, straddling me, a few inches above me. She paused there a few seconds, giving me time to look into her pussy, wide open, and observe my come beginning to drip out. Then, looking down into my eyes, smiling, she slowly began to lower herself down onto my mouth.

My humiliation was renewed as I began tasting my come. Having just had my orgasm, the sexual element my own arousal would have contributed was, momentarily, gone. I knew it would return as my Mistress was brought to her orgasm again, but I would not be able to share in that pleasure. Helpless to resist, I served.

Needless to say, with her orgasm, my erection returned. I would not, however, be receiving another orgasm until it pleased Mistress to allow it.

She changed into some lingerie, for her own comfort and stimulation, as well as to keep me aroused. She changed outfits several times through the day, to further excite and tease me. Towards evening, she dressed in long black gloves, red fishnet stockings with elastic garters, and red high-heeled pumps, leaving the rest of her body naked.

She had moved my handcuffs to the front an hour or so after our morning session, to allow me to work. I cleaned the kitchen and bath, and did some laundry, including hand-washing her intimate garments. At one point, I u*********sly stroked my cock with a hand for a few seconds. Not even aware of my Mistress' presence, I was lashed, suddenly, by the belt.

"You're supposed to be serving my pleasure, not yours! As punishment, you will not come again until at least tomorrow night. What will you do if I don't allow you orgasm for days at a time? I'm going to have to find a way to control your cock!"

She took a long piece of rope and knotted the middle of it around my handcuffs. She then knotted it again around the ring at the front of my collar. My hands, now, could barely reach my navel. I would not be touching my cock.

The ropes passed over my shoulders, crossed behind my back, wrapped once, tightly, around my upper chest, somewhat constricting my breathing. Finally, the ends were knotted behind my shoulder blades.

She brought me to my knees and commanded, "Lick my asshole!" She pulled me firmly into her ass by my hair, not letting up the pressure until my tongue spent several minutes well inside her ass. Finally releasing my hair, she turned, and said, "Learn well, slave. That cock is now mine, not yours. You are not to touch it without my permission!"

"Yes, Mistress." I had been corrected.

It took me significantly longer to finish my assigned work with my limited mobility. When I had to bend over, I had to drop to my knees. With my wrists locked together, many tasks I took for granted suddenly got more complicated. Even the simple act of serving Mistress a drink on a tray grew risky, as I could only carry the tray from one side.

Worst of all, she would frequently call me to kneel between her thighs and serve her pleasure. Almost every hour on the hour, she would summon me, point to the floor between her legs and guide my tongue to her shoes, then higher. Indeed, her taste remained on my lips throughout the day and evening, and in spite of my morning orgasm, my cock and balls ached constantly.

Late that evening, with the house spotless, I knelt at her feet. I was exhausted and still aroused; she had not even had to remove her gloves. She still wore her stockings and pumps, her body exposed to my gaze. We talked openly.

"How do you feel, now that you are formally enslaved?"

I groaned in my arousal, my wrists still shackled and bound out reach of my cock. "I don't know if I'm in heaven or hell, but as much as I'm suffering, I don't want it to stop."

"Don't worry, my dear. It won't. I had no idea what paradise could be like until now. And I don't have any intention of ending it. There are, however, some problems we have to deal with."

"Mistress?"

"That cock of yours, for one thing. I can't have you leaving my sight in chains, but I also have to stop you from coming without permission. Tomorrow, we're going shopping. We'll get you a cock cage, and some other restraints for your cock. We'll need some leather shackles, as well as some other gear. We also have to get you some more appropriate clothes, for when I permit you to dress. Speaking of which, come with me!"

She rose abruptly and led me into the bedroom. Going through my drawers, she removed every single pair of my jockey shorts. "These will be totally unacceptable, under any circumstances. They must be thrown out, now!"

"But Mistress, what will I wear?"

"Tomorrow, you'll wear a pair of my panties. We'll buy you some things when we shop."

"Yes, Mistress."

I took all my underwear and put them into the trash. When I returned, Mistress was still sorting through my clothes.

"When you work, you'll need your ordinary work clothes. But when we go out, I prefer you in tighter pants, men's boots with higher heels, and sexier shirts.

"We're going to get a wardrobe cabinet for you, one with three separate lockable compartments. I'll hold the keys, of course. The first compartment will contain your slave garb, the items I'll allow you to wear when you serve me privately. The second compartment will have clothes permissible to wear on the street, but still pleasing to me. The third will have all your straight, conservative clothes. You will always dress only with my permission, and with what I permit you to wear. But the third compartment's clothes will always earn you a punishment, for dressing in a manner that does not please me."

It started occurring to me just how much of my life would be under her control. Now, I could only cover my body with her permission and with the clothes she selected. And unless I changed my approach to my work clothes, I would soon be earning punishments for improper dress every day.

I had wondered how she would prevent me from having orgasms when I was not with her. Now, her ominous promise of a "Cock cage" made it clear she had ways.

She gave me a pair of her panties and had me put them on. They caressed my aching erection in the softest possible material, totally transparent, and left my ass-cheeks bare as a thin ribbon passed up my posterior.

Preparing for bed, she removed my rope. She retied it, attaching my handcuffs to the headpost of the bed.

Leaving me there, she removed her clothes, then put on a pair of panties I had not seen; they were made of black glove-leather, trimmed with chrome studs, and hugged her pussy like a hand.

She sat astride my face and had me kiss and lick the leather panties. It aroused both of us greatly, as I moaned in my renewed frustration.

"Are you unhappy, my love?" I groaned again in response.

"You should appreciate my generosity, in letting you still have access to my bed. This may not always be true in the future--you may spend many nights on the floor, chained to the foot of the bed!"

She took my hair, and rubbed herself hard into my face, bringing herself off. Then, wordlessly, she got up and left the room. She returned minutes later with a nitecap. She removed her panties. The leather was now saturated with her juices. She placed them over my head, with the juiciest part of the leather directly over my nose and mouth. Then, kissing me on my cheek, she said, "Learn now, my love, what it really means to sleep with me." She put out the lights, and slept.

Once, an hour or so later, she straddled my face again in the dark, but did not sit on my face. She touched the moist leather covering my mouth with the fingertips of one hand, while masturbating herself with the other. Wordlessly, she had her orgasm, then got back under the covers. She traced one finger over my erection through her panties, causing me to moan deeply, then rolled over and went to sleep again.

I drank in her scent all night, and my cock and balls ached until morning.

12/26

I awoke again to her thighs around my face. The leather panties still covered my mouth, preventing me from giving her the tonguing she should have had. She brought herself off quickly once, then removed the panties, exposing my face. She lowered herself again, now directly onto my lips and tongue, where I sucked her to another orgasm, then cleaned her. Only then did she deem it proper to speak to me.

"Good morning, slave! Today, we go shopping for your training equipment, and for your first slave garb. Come, shower with me."

Ny handcuffs were moved to behind my back, and she hooked a leash to my collar. She led me to the bathroom, where she stood me in the shower and washed me, as I remained handcuffed.

She had me give her a brief tongue-bath, and only then did she release my hands so I could wash her properly. There was an unspoken command for me to not touch my cock--I obeyed, although it still pulsed painfully in arousal, and my balls felt like lead weights.

We dressed. She supplied me with another of her panties. This time, they were fishnet panties, which would abrade my cock-flesh all day and leave me effectively naked if I had to remove my pants. Tight jeans, boots and a pullover shirt completed my costume for the day.

She dressed in a short leather skirt, a sheer red blouse and her red pumps. She chose to do without underwear, altogether.

My collar was removed; then, on a whim, she dashed to the bathroom and returned with some panties she had worn the previous day. She passed them under my nose, and I acknowledged the fact that they still bore her scent. She thrust them under her skirt and into her pussy, wiping up as much juice as possible. Then, she put my head through the leg holes, dropping them around my neck. "To remember me by, while we're out."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"We're ready to go. Kneel, and thank me properly!"

I knelt. Right behind our front door, I licked her to orgasm, for perhaps the third or fourth time in the two hours we'd been awake. We left the house with her satisfied and me in frustrated agony, my face bathed in her juice.

The "Combat Zone" was first. She led me in boldly, moving straight to the leather toys. She found a female employee to help us with our purchases. "First and foremost, we need a locking cock-cage."

The girl smiled, understanding. She showed us several models. "This one with the rings is best for outdoor wear. It leaves most of his cock meat exposed, and separates the balls, but the rings will make any erection quite painful. As an alternative, this other one is like a leather jockstrap, with a screen at the bottom to allow him to piss."

She spoke to my Mistress, knowing my feelings were irrelevant.

"We'll take one of each."

"Would you like to see some other cock-restraints?"

"Yes."

Mistress picked out a series of ball-stretchers, ranging from one to three inches long. There was a parachute, lined with needlepoints, as well as several cock-rings.

"Before we continue, I want his cock locked up in the cage. Could you assist?"

"Certainly!"

We followed her into a side room. My pants were quickly dropped, exposing my fishnet panties.

"My, they're cute!"

The humiliation caused my erection to vanish. The cock-cage was mounted in seconds, and Mistress put the key on her chain.

"I want to try it out. Could you do with a bit of pleasure? He's really good, for a novice slave."

"Why, that would be quite kind of you!"

I was not consulted. My pants and panties around my ankles, I knelt. The girl raised her skirt and pulled aside her scant panties. I buried my face in her pussy and licked her to a quick orgasm.

"Clean her, slave!"

My tongue obeyed, until all her juice was properly swallowed. My erection returned, or tried to. The rings dug harshly into my cock-meat, painfully, causing the veins to bulge out.

"Yes, I think I like that cock-cage! That should keep him under control"

"I guarantee it. Orgasm is impossible as long as it's locked in place."

"OK, slave. Pull up your pants; we have to get some restraints!" I followed them into the main store again.

We bought leather shackles for wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. There were adjustable spreader bars for knees and ankles, a waist-belt with rings, and a forearm sheath. Then, we started looking at some special purpose items.

Mistress selected a harness which was essentially a collar with two straps attached which would buckle around her upper thighs. This would present my face in a perfect position to perform cunnilingus and keep me in place. At the girl's suggestion, Mistress also looked at a rubber device with the same function. Called either a "Pussy Mask" or the "Mistress Pants", it consisted of a rubber helmet which buckled around the throat of the slave, connected to a tight pair of short pants. The connection brought the slave's mouth forcefully into contact with the Mistress' cunt. Needless to say, the item sold itself.

There was a wrist-to-neck harness. This had a collar connected by an adjustable strap to a single leather band which buckled around both wrists, holding them together behind the back in a double hammerlock. By tightening the strap, the wrists could be drawn up as high as desired.

The girl asked my Mistress, "Are you going to train his asshole?"

"How so?"

"We have a large selection of dildos. Perhaps a series of butt-plugs, with a harness to lock them in."

Mistress selected three butt-plugs. Realistic, shaped just like the real thing, they were relatively short. But I was nervous--the smallest was just under an inch in diameter, while the others were significantly larger. I was visibly nervous at these additions to a rapidly growing armory of weapons, and Mistress saw it in my eyes.

"I think he likes the idea of being ass-fucked. I'd like to look at some full-sized dildos I can use on him myself."

Several were selected, along with a harness Mistress could use to hold them when she wished to fuck me. The girl then suggested some gags. "He might be noisy at first, when you take his maidenhead. Perhaps you'd like to silence him."

Mistress selected a ball-gag, then looked at some other options. One was a penis-gag, which forced a realistic rubber phallus into the slave's mouth. There was another penis-gag which had a tube running through its center.

"That's a feeder-gag. It comes with a plastic bag, a connector tube and a flow control valve. You fill the bag up with whatever you want the slave to drink. Then, you open the valve slowly, until you get the rate of flow you want."

"What do you fill the bag with?"

The girl smiled, then pulled Mistress aside, talking privately for a couple of minutes. The smile on Mistress' face at the conclusion of this exchange worried me intensely. She bought the feeder-gag.

"Sometimes you may want to fuck, but you have your slave under discipline. Here's an item that works well to please you and punish him at the same time." It was essentially another penis-gag, but this one had another dildo extending out its front, some six inches long. She could ride the larger dildo while I sucked on the smaller one. Thinking about it, my cock pulsed painfully in its cage. Needless to say, we added it to our collection.

We picked out another set of handcuffs and a pair of leg-irons, then added several sets of nipple-clamps.

"You'll need to beat him from time to time. Would you like to look at some whips?"

"Yes, certainly." The smile on her face suddenly left me feeling quite vulnerable. She picked out a riding crop, a quirt, a cat-o-nine tails, a buggy whip and two paddles--one long one with studs on one side, and a cracking paddle.

There were discipline helmets available. Most had numerous straps that could tighten them around the face of the slave, as well as lockable collars, optional gags and blindfolds. They had rings attached at strategic locations to totally immobilize the slave. She bought one in rubber, one in leather.

"If you like the helmets, you might like to look at this..."

The girl showed us some merry widow corsets which had some adjustable straps attached, two at the front and one at the rear. She showed us how they could be attached to the helmets to draw the face of the slave into the Mistress' cunt. Again, we bought one in rubber, one in leather.

Mistress asked, "What if I'd like to wear a dildo myself?"

The girl showed us a harness which could hold both vaginal and anal dildos, as well as several attachments to stimulate her clitoris. It was purchased, along with a selection of dildos to fit it.

"I'm too horny to keep this up without relief. Can we use the back room?"

"Certainly."

After whispering some words to the girl, she pulled me into the room. She brought me to my knees after having me lower my pants. My cock was in pain--the last thing I wanted was more stimulation. Unfortunately, the girl entered at that point with some of the toys we had selected.

"Do his ass first!"

To my chagrin, the girl handcuffed my hands behind me, then inserted the smallest butt-plug into my ass and locked on the harness, handing the key to my Mistress. Next, she assisted Mistress in burying a medium-sized dildo in her cunt, then fastened her harness in place. Mistress looked at me, pointed at her cunt, and said, "Lick!"

With the girl watching, I crawled to my Mistress and serviced her. The plug in my ass was torturous, stimulating me and humiliating me at the same time. With the addition of the handcuffs and being forced to eat my Mistress' pussy before an onlooker, I was in an agony of frustration. Still, I served her pleasure, bringing her to several intense orgasms in about ten minutes.

When Mistress finished, she offered me to the girl again--"Would you like some more?"

"Certainly!"

Again, I was given away. Mistress reinforced her ownership of me by giving me away at will.

Eventually, they were both satisfied. I was allowed to rise and found out that simply walking was going to be a challenge. Stimulating for both of us, the dildos did their work unceasingly. However, while Mistress would get pleasure, I would be kept in constant pain by the cock-cage as it punished my unwanted erection.

Done with our selections, we wrote out a sizeable check and prepared to leave. The girl was offered a future dinner at our place, and accepted.

I was made to load the purchases into the car, making several trips, as Mistress walked with me, enjoying my efforts. My butt-plug was making my cock pulse painfully in its cage on every step. The agony showed occasionally on my face, which entertained my Mistress as she enjoyed the stimulation of her own dildo. I suspected her arousal would mean more trouble for me as the day wore on.

We went clothes-shopping next. There was a lingerie shop which featured clothing for both sexes. Mistress picked out an assortment of items for me, including posing pouches, articles made partially or totally of mesh which would expose me completely, and some T-backs, which had only a narrow strip of fabric in behind, leaving my ass-cheeks naked. She allowed me no choice in these selections, making it clear to the salesgirl that she was in command as my Mistress. Then, things went from bad to worse, as she picked out some stockings, garter belts and women's panties, obviously intended for my use. She even demanded I try on some of these, modeling them for both the salesgirl and my Mistress, revealing my cockcage and plug harness. Even worse, Mistress made it clear that the items were to be fitted over my cock-cage, indicating that I would be wearing it most of the time.

As Mistress picked out a few more things for herself, she made it clear that I could be available for the girl's use if she desired. She declined, but accepted our phone number for a future raincheck on the offer.

When we left, I was wearing stockings and a garter belt under my pants. Every step I took, I could feel the tops of the stockings squeezing my legs and pulling on the garter belt. Adding that to the intense stimulation of my butt-plug, I was being severely stimulated. My cock was in agony.

The next stop was a hardware store. I was momentarily relieved, thinking we would be purchasing more mundane items. My relief was short-lived, however, as Mistress immediately started looking at rope.

We bought a large quantity of rope, in many sizes and types. Most of it was nylon or cotton, which would be relatively merciful to my flesh. But she also selected some harsh sisal rope, which would mark on contact. There were several varieties of pulleys, along with some block and tackle assemblies. Next, she picked out some eyebolts. There were dozens of shapes and sizes, and she bought at least a hundred of them. Clearly, she wanted to be able to attach me anywhere in the house.

There was chain, naturally. Numerous lengths and weights, she gave precise instructions on cutting it to her specifications.

There were the wardrobe cabinets. Three small ones, as promised, all lockable. Now, Mistress would have complete control over my use of clothes.

Last but not least, there were the padlocks. She selected perhaps two dozen, in various types and sizes. She made sure they were common-keyed, so one key could open all of a given type. While she gave me the locks to carry, along with all the other gear, she carefully put the keys in her own purse.

The check was written, the car loaded, again with me carrying everything out unassisted. We had spent enough money to cut our bank account in half and acquired enough equipment to restrain a busload of slaves, so I was shocked to hear Mistress announce yet one more stop.

It was a pet store. Unknown to me, Mistress knew the female owner, and had called ahead to warn her of our visit. As we walked in, the owner greeted us.

"Hi, Sue! It's good to see you!"

"I'm glad to be here. Have you looked into what I asked you about?"

"Yes. We'll have to take some measurements, but I'm sure we can find an exact fit."

She closed and locked the front door, putting out the "Closed" sign. We followed her into the back room, where Mistress shocked me by producing the handcuffs.

"Turn around, and give me your wrists!"

I obeyed almost automatically; seconds later, my wrists were locked behind my back.

"Now, kneel down, and lower your head to your knees!"

Again, I obeyed. I heard the shopkeeper walk around me, then she started measuring my kneeling form with a yardstick. My curiosity and fear were both growing rapidly.

"Yes, I think I have one that would be perfect. A bit tight, perhaps, but considering your intentions, that should be no problem."

"It would be just fine. It will be lockable, right?"

"Yes."

She went to a storage area, and returned with a large, metal object. She took a moment to unfold it and set it up, and we were confronted with a small cage. It was designed as a dog kennel, but in this case, I would be the dog. The door to the cage was opened.

"Crawl inside, slave; ass first!"

I reddened with humiliation as I backed into the cage. It was practically a press-fit, leaving barely enough room to breathe, let alone move. It was made of chromed bars, and it would leave me totally exposed inside. I noticed a ring at the top, by which it could be suspended. Mistress closed the door, then applied a padlock, locking me inside. The owner offered, "Coffee?"

"Of course." Then, after a pause, "Damn it, I forgot!"

"What did you forget?"

"Well, look at him! Can't you figure it out?"

"His clothes! He still has his clothes on!"

"I must be sure not to make that mistake again. He really looks silly in there, dressed in street clothes..."

They went on for some time, discussing my enslavement in explicit detail. A note of my cock-cage and butt-plug, as well as my female undergarments, was found entertaining. As their talk progressed, they quickly became aroused, then started touching. After several minutes of hot petting, all under my starving eyes, the owner said, "I'm too horny! I've just got to eat you!"

Smiling, Mistress walked over to the cage. She lifted her skirt, and sat on the edge of the cage, directly over my head. I could smell her arousal. Her dildo was still in place, buried in her cunt, held in by the harness. As she sat, she pumped up and down, gently.

The shop-owner knelt directly in front of me, and began servicing Mistress' clitoris with her tongue. A pang of jealousy swept through me, a feeling that the woman had usurped my role. But I was quickly distracted upon realizing the girl had shed her clothes and her breasts were pressed into the cage bars inches in front of my face. I couldn't move my head to the right angle to even lick them, but had to simply look as they hung, just out of reach of my tongue.

Mistress achieved her orgasm quickly, then invited the girl to take her position. She sat on the cage, her naked ass cheeks now directly above me. Mistress unstrapped her dildo and, as the girl leaned back, used it to fuck the girl to a quick orgasm.

They finished soon, whereupon Mistress remounted her dildo and its harness. They resumed their clothes, and Mistress suggested, "How about an afternoon snack?"

"Fine by me. There's a deli across the street that has the best bagels in town. But what about your, er, pet?"

''True. We can't have him in that cage, clothes and all, until we get back."

Mistress unlocked my cage, ordered me out, and removed my handcuffs.

She then ordered, ''Strip!"

She caught me totally off guard, as I expected to accompany them. I removed my clothes, and the shop owner locked them away in a storage closet. My handcuffs were replaced, then Mistress ordered, "Now, back in your cage!"

Totally humiliated, I again backed into the cage, now totally naked, as the two of them laughed at my predicament. The girl was fascinated by both my cock-cage and my butt-plug, and could not resist giving my plug a push through the bars of the cage after I was again locked in. The cage forced my ass firmly against the bars, leaving the plug quite accessible. I groaned loudly as I felt the plug shoved deeper into my ass. They laughed again, then put out the lights and walked out.

I was suddenly alone. I heard the door slam shut, and I could not even tell if it was locked. Naked, helpless, I had no way of knowing if anyone else would enter the store and find me. Nor could I know how long I would remain where I was. My cock still ached in its cage; my ass was still penetrated, which made my cock pulse even more often in its cage. My hands were locked behind me, leaving them unavailable to me to even scratch an itch, much less cover myself. My knees soon hurt, as they bore most of my weight upon the bars of the floor of the cage. Worst of all, I could feel the slight breeze of the ventilation system over my entire body, reminding me constantly of my exposure and helplessness.

Needless to say, when they returned, perhaps a good hour or two later, I was ready to do anything to be released. I was shocked to hear several voices outside the room. Would they involve more people in my humiliation? Was my Mistress even among them?

To my relief, Mistress showed her face just as the owner bid good-bye to her visitors. Mistress awaited her return before finally freeing me from the cage. My handcuffs remained in place, and I was told to remain on my knees.

"Would you like to use him, before we leave?"

"Why, thank you! That would be nice of you!"

As I knelt in my bonds, she strode over to me, raised her skirt and pulled my face into her pussy by the hair. I used my mouth on her effectively, bringing her to orgasm in a few minutes. A short time later, my wrists were freed, I was dressed, the cage was folded and locked into the car, and we were heading home.

Just before we hit the highway, Mistress ordered, "Open your pants!"

She then lowered my underwear, exposing my caged cock. She handcuffed my hands behind me again, then fastened my seatbelt. As she drove on into the traffic, she said, "That's nice. I like having you available anywhere, anytime I want." She then reached over and, as she steered with her left hand, used one finger of her right hand to tease the head of my cock through the rings of its cage. She repeated the action from time to time and occasionally alternated the teasing with a firm squeeze on my painfully swollen balls. The moans of pain I uttered when she did this clearly entertained her, as I heard her breathing change each time.

Once, as we approached the house, my cock dripped a bit of pre-come onto her fingertip. Displeased, she simply looked at me and said, "Sloppy! Clean that off!" She thrust the finger into my mouth, and I licked it clean. She then resumed her teasing.

We pulled into the garage. Once inside, she had me strip immediately, before even entering the house. She 'Dressed" me then in a pair of crotchless pantyhose and some opera pumps with five-inch heels. Wrist and ankle shackles followed, each joined with about a foot and a half of heavy chain, padlocked. A three inch wide stiff collar completed my uniform, along with a penis-gag. Mistress enforced discipline with a quirt until all the equipment and supplies were put away.

For the next two hours, we went through the entire house and mounted eyebolts nearly everywhere. In the ceiling in every room, at the four corners of every doorway, at numerous places on the bedframe, at various heights and positions on many walls, even in the bathroom, including some directly in front of the toilet; by the time we finished, she would be able to fasten me instantly throughout the house without my having to walk or crawl more than two paces.

Finally done, she instructed me to prepare dinner. "When you finish, we'll eat together, normally. Your restraints will be freed, except for your cock-cag