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 bed frame, 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 cage, naturally, and we'll talk freely. Until then, you remain gagged and in chains. If the dinner is not satisfactory, you'll be punished. Who knows, perhaps you'll be denied your orgasm again tonight!"
I shuddered. I hadn't come since the previous morning, and I'd been erect, painfully so while cock caged, most of the time since then. I cooked carefully, but still had to guess at the spice-balance, not being able to taste the food.
Fortunately, she was pleased with dinner. My gag was removed, as were all my restraints. The butt plug was the last to go, and I cleaned it by mouth as ordered. I was also allowed to remove the pantyhose and opera pumps, and even to wear a bathrobe.
We sat down to eat, and she opened the conversation immediately.
"Well, tell me your thoughts. Speak freely, as you'd like."
"There is so much to say, where do I begin?"
"As simply my husband. You've gotten a taste of slavery. You've served my pleasure, and done the housework. You've been punished, restrained, exposed, used by other women at my command, teased unmercifully, and you currently have been denied orgasm for a day and a half. After the new year, there will be no turning back. In fact, although it will not always be this intense, it will get progressively worse for you as time goes on. How do you feel?"
"To be honest, everything you've done to me has been making me as horny as hell. I feel like I could come five times a day and still be ready for more. And every time you treat me cruelly, I feel like I love you still more. Every time you degrade me, I want to worship you. Its different, something I don't fully understand, but the further we go, the more I want."
"Now that sounds promising. Go on."
"The pain is terrible when you hurt me. Still, before it happens, I feel secure in my helplessness. After, I want to cry on your shoulder and beg forgiveness, hoping I have expiated my sins. I feel better than I've felt in years."
"Suppose I were to cut back even further on your orgasms?"
"It would be your right."
"Obviously. But how would you feel?"
"Right now, my cock aches, my balls feel like they weigh ten pounds apiece, and I want nothing in this world more than to please you, so that I could earn the right to come. If I displeased you, I would not feel right about having an orgasm. And the thought of it all excites me as much as anything, except, perhaps, when I eat you. That arouses me more than anything else, especially when you demand it or force it from me."
She smiled. "That's excellent. Believe me, you'll be experiencing that feeling frequently, every day. But tell me, what's it like when I force-feed you your own come?"
It occurred to me, I had only come once or twice so far, since we started my enslavement. "It was strange, unexpected. Humiliating, as well. It showed me how much you controlled me, and made me feel like even more of a slave. I would never willingly ask for it, but it had an effect on me that I found very fulfilling, like a natural progression."
"Good. I'm considering making it a rule that you eat your come every time you have an orgasm. Would you like that?"
I thought a bit. " 'Like' it? I'd have to say no. Enjoyment isn't the right concept. But somehow, this scene wouldn't feel complete without it. It makes sense, on its own terms."
"I'm glad you see it that way, because it will be the rule from now on."
My cock pulsed, painfully. "It almost feels like a connection exists now, from my cock to my mouth. And my cock likes it."
We ate silently for a moment. Then, she said, "Yesterday morning, I took my morning piss, then sat on your face. It turned you on to taste me that way, didn't it?"
I nodded, in agreement.
"Would you drink my piss?"
A wave of feelings crushed me like a rock. The thought alone was far more humiliating and degrading than anything we had done or discussed. Again, my cock swelled painfully against its confining rings. "I don't understand it, its something that seems totally out of my league. Yet, I feel like I'll submit to it if you require it of me."
"I think we might experiment with something along those lines, after dinner."
I shuddered in both fear and excitement, helpless to stop her desires. And strangely, I did not want to.
She switched my chastity device. After removing my robe and handcuffing my hands behind me, she removed the cock cage which was chafing me severely. She replaced it with the full chastity belt, the one which resembled a stiff leather jock-strap. It was equipped with a mesh screen at a strategic location which allowed me to piss through it, although I'd have to sit down to do so. The small butt plug was also included, to my dismay, which immediately renewed my erection. I noted, with some concern, that when I became erect, the mesh pressed painfully into my cock-head, punishing my erection.
She put on a pair of cotton panties and rubbed them thoroughly into her cunt-slit, absorbing her juices. We went into the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet, and pissed, right through the panties. I knelt before her, watching, in fearful anticipation.
She stood and removed the panties, inches in front of me.
"Clean me!"
Still handcuffed, I extended my tongue. Now, her piss was the predominant taste. I turned several deeper shades of red, humiliated. She came to a quick orgasm. Then, she commanded, "Now, beg me to put my wet panties in your mouth!"
The humiliation was at a record high, as she now required me to beg for my own degradation. I obeyed.
"Please, Mistress, put your wet panties in my mouth."
I noted, with amazement, the intensity of the waves of humiliation passing through me. Even more amazing, the waves all ended in my cock, now fully erect and being tortured by the chastity belt.
"Open!"
I opened my mouth, and she thrust in the panties. The shock of the taste was intense, ultimately humiliating. The panties were thicker than the sheer lace she usually wore. They would hold more of her juice, or her piss, and hold it longer. She took some time to make sure they were entirely contained in my mouth. "Close!"
I closed my mouth. She stood off to one side, watching me closely in my reactions. She asked, almost playfully, "Taste good, dear?" I only moaned, and turned a deeper shade of red.
"Hold position until I return!"
She left the bathroom, and I remained kneeling. I lowered my head, in shame, to find myself looking directly into the toilet, which she had not yet flushed.
She returned with a cock-gag. Seconds later, it was locked into my mouth. Combined with her wet panties, my mouth was totally full. I would not even be able to swallow.
We went into the kitchen, where my shackles and collar were replaced, complete with chains.
"The gag comes out when the kitchen is spotless!" She turned and walked out of the room.
It took over half an hour to wash and put away the dishes and cooking utensils, and it became almost a full hour by the time I finished wiping down the table, stove, appliances, walls, and mopped the floor.
I reported to the living room, where Mistress was watching TV. I simply walked to where she sat, whereupon she became angry.
"Is this the way you greet your Mistress? Get me your waist belt, two short chains, four padlocks and the cat-o-nine tails. And while you're at it, get that cock-gag, the one that has the large dildo in front. Quickly!"
I ran and got the required items. At the door, I paused, waiting. She commanded, "Kneel, and crawl to me properly!"
I crawled to her feet. She removed my cock-gag, and replaced it with the one with the attached dildo. She then put my waist belt on me and connected my ankle shackles to it with the short chains and padlocks. I would remain on my knees, now. Finally, she locked my wrist shackles behind me.
"Now, slave, bend all the way over, your cheek to the floor, and show me your ass!"
I was going to be punished. The first stroke of the cat was quite painful, at least as much as the wide belt. There was something different, however, about the cat-o-nine tails. The belt was an article of clothing, something that was normally worn for a mundane reason, but which could be employed, if desired, to punish me. The cat-o-nine tails, however, had no alternative purpose. It was made, purchased, and now used, with only one purpose in mind, that of welting my ass. So my punishment with the cat was not just a whim, but was part of a pattern of calculated action, to which we committed ourselves with its purchase. Now, my pain fulfilled the purpose, and for only the first of many times. As I groaned in pain, it occurred to me that the cat was well-crafted and would probably provide years of dependable service.
For a dozen strokes, I suffered. Finally, she allowed me to raise my head and kneel upright. "I'll bet that aroused you as much as it did me! I can see you've got a raging hard-on, and would love to fuck!"
I groaned inwardly. The pain made my erection vanish, but I knew it would return soon. Then, I realized. She was not referring to my cock.
"Wouldn't you love to fuck me right now?"
She had put on a leather merry widow, stockings and boots. Her pussy was exposed and open. She put her hand on the dildo extending from my gag and started stroking it, sensuously. I groaned in frustration, as I felt her strokes also moving the smaller rubber cock in my mouth.
"C'mon, lover. I want that big cock inside me, right now!"
She took me by the hair and pulled me over to a nearby hassock. She bent me over it backwards until I was lying on it on my arched back, my knees still on the floor, my face upwards. She straddled me and masturbated for a moment, enjoying her already well-lubricated cunt. Her smell permeated the room, and I felt myself anticipating her taste.
Then, it hit me. The cock-gag still held her piss-soaked panties in my mouth. Her taste was still there, prominently. And I would enjoy only that acrid taste, not the one I desired.
She mounted the dildo. Slowly, in one long stroke, she buried it in her cunt, until her pubic hair covered my nose. I noted that the force of her stroke also had the effect of driving the cock-gag deeper into my mouth, as well as pushing on her wet panties.
She began stroking. Each down-stroke landed hard on my face and drove the cock-gag clear to the back of my throat. She was approaching orgasm quickly, as I was being mouth-fucked by the rubber cock. But the odors frustrated me the most. They attacked my most basic biological urges, making my erection torture itself. My mouth needed to drink her juice. Yet, all I would get was a rubber cock in my mouth and her piss-soaked panties to taste.
She came violently, almost bruising my face in the process. I began to appreciate the feeling of gagging on a driving cock going too deeply into the mouth. My face was drenched in her juices. Eventually, she returned to her couch. I crawled to her, forced by my restraints to remain kneeling, and took position at her feet. The dildo still protruded obscenely from my cock-gag, and now it bore her juices. My ass remained plugged, my limbs remained locked in their restraints.
For nearly an hour, Mistress watched TV. She eventually unlocked my wrists and ordered me to fetch her a drink, and I complied, on my knees throughout, straining to reach for a glass. The gag remained in place almost three hours before she finally unlocked it and allowed me to lick it clean and put it away.
Finally, we went to the bedroom.
I knelt, mouth empty, chains removed, handcuffed at her feet. Before opening discussion with me she had me lick her boots for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. Eventually she said, "I'm giving you a choice. You may come tonight, but I don't want to spoil you. So, if you choose to come, you will not sleep in my bed. Choose!"
It took me almost a full second to decide. "Please, Mistress, I'll go nuts if I don't come soon. Whatever the price, I'll pay it. I've got to come tonight!"
Shaking her head in mock pity, she said, "Poor dear. What's my slave going to do when he's only allowed to come once every week or two? Well, I guess you'll be in training for some time yet. Stand!"
She removed my chastity belt. She then applied the two-inch ball stretcher. This had the effect of painfully pulling my balls out, nearly crushing them, as if they had ten pounds of weight hanging from them. "Can't have you enjoying yourself too much, slave." She then re-installed my butt plug, locking on its harness. Now, my erection thrust out desperately.
She chained me spread-eagled on the bed, my legs spread painfully wide, pillows under my ass. Then she took a leather thong and tied it to the ring on my ball-stretcher. She took the other end and, standing at the foot of the bed, pulled.
I groaned loudly, in pain. With a sharp tug, it felt like she could tear my balls from my body.
She tied the thong to the foot of the bed. Testing the tension, she untied it, then retied it a bit tighter. She next went to her dresser and came back with a pencil.
"I love it when your balls are so big and tight. They just look so full, it gets me juicing just to see them that way! Wouldn't you love to empty them, my dear?"
I groaned loudly enough to be heard outside. "Oh God, yes, Mistress!"
She took the pencil and began tracing lines on my balls and poking gently. I continued to groan loudly in pain.
She lightly tapped my balls with the pencil, then began repeating the tap, slowly increasing the force of each blow. I cried out.
"I wonder, if I stretched them tight enough, could I make them pop this way?"
"Please, Mistress, have mercy!"
She laughed, then after a few more painful whacks, tossed the pencil away and stood on the bed. I noticed that as she shifted her weight, the tension on the thong and on my balls changed accordingly.
Slowly, she moved up the bed, straddling my body, sometimes using her heels to jab at my tightly stretched flesh. As she moved, the tension on my already tightly stretched balls increased dramatically. The pillows under my ass kept me arched and vulnerable. Eventually, she stood astride my head, her feet clamped to the sides of my face.
She picked up her right foot and thrust her heel into my mouth. "Worship it, suck-slave!" I sucked her heel almost like a cock, as she thrust it in and out of my mouth. She then brought the sole of her boot to my mouth, and commanded, "Lick!"
I licked, until she removed it. Looking up into her open pussy, which I knew would soon ride my face, I similarly serviced her other boot.
She slowly lowered herself, until her cunt was inches above my mouth. "Serve me well, slave, or you might spend the night bound as you are, without an orgasm!"
Never in my life was I more careful, more devoted, more attentive to every detail of her pleasure. I licked using everything I knew to enhance her enjoyment, sometimes focusing on her clit, sometimes thrusting into her vagina, sometimes sucking hard on whatever part of her she forced into my mouth. Thankfully, over the next twenty or thirty minutes, I brought her to several massive orgasms.
She slowly moved down to my cock. Ever so slowly, she dropped down, until just the head entered her pussy.
"C'mon, slave, fuck me!"
Her weight changed the tension on the thong, pulling hard on my balls. I tried to thrust upward, but with my bonds pulling so tightly on my wrists and ankles, I could barely move an inch. With my balls stretched, that inch was agony.
She admonished me with, "If that's all you can do, we might have to forget it!", then she rose from the bed and left the room. I howled in both frustration and agony, as the pressure on my balls increased severely with her rising.
Moments later, she returned, with two nipple clamps and the cat-o-nine tails. She climbed on the bed again, then attached the clamps to my nipples. I cried out from the pain. "Now, you'll be properly motivated."
With her weight again on my hips, the pressure on my balls was lessened somewhat. But she reached back and took up more slack from the thong, tightening my balls still more. Now, if she got up, I would feel real agony from the ball stretcher. "If you don't want me to leave again, you'd better show some effort!"
She mounted my cock, this time taking about two inches inside her. I thrust madly at her, with all my strength, crying out in pain on every stroke.
"That's better, horsey! Giddyup!" With that, she dropped down full on my cock, burying it. She also swung at my clamped chest with the cat.
In spite of my pain, my cock remained erect, even got harder, as I quickly neared my orgasm. I screamed, nearly in tears, under the whip, the clamps, the butt plug, the ball stretcher and my restraints.
"Now you're doing it!" She bounced hard on my cock now, but would not let up on her demands for me to move properly for her. I was sure my balls would be torn off, and her cat-o-nine tails was landing regularly on my chest now, between my nipple clamps.
As close as I was to orgasm, the ball stretcher was acting to prevent my balls from rising, as they usually did when I was about to come. For a good ten minutes, I was afraid I would lose my erection to the pain before I could come and be denied relief again. In the meantime, Mistress continued riding my cock and abusing me.
"I can believe how full your balls must be. After all, you've got almost two days worth of come in them! You'll see, if you can come, when you get to suck it all out of my cunt later. Don't worry, though. I'm going to ride you until you come, if it takes all night. And all your restraints will remain in place until you suck me clean and bring me off again with your mouth!"
That did it. I shot my load so powerfully, it felt like my entire body was emptying itself into her. I bounced and bucked on the bed, in spite of my restraints, nearly throwing my Mistress off of me. She came as well, as we both screamed loudly: her in pleasure, and me in both pleasure and intense pain.
Finally, she collapsed on top of me, totally spent. I, also, was spent, but with my orgasm finished, my pain returned. Worse, as she laid on my chest, she pushed the clothespins on my nipples to either side, reawakening my pain. Worst of all, with her weight shifting off my hips, my body rose, causing the tension on my balls to be increased dramatically. The pain increased further when, several minutes later, Mistress rose and crawled up the bed to straddle my face for her cleaning. With her weight gone, my hips rose almost six inches. With the thong on my ball stretcher still attached to the foot of the bed, my balls took up most of the slack.
She knelt astride me, allowing me to see the beginning of the load I would soon be swallowing and anticipate my degradation. After a brief moment, she slowly lowered herself onto my mouth.
There was no escape. My renewed pain acted as a motivator for me to seek out my own humiliation. I opened my mouth, extended my tongue and began eating my come out of her pussy. Soon, the taste of her natural juice returned, as she again began the long journey towards another orgasm. With my own orgasm so recently passed, I was drained of energy; still, I was in substantial pain, and I could only gain relief by eating her to orgasm yet again. It took close to twenty minutes of strenuous effort, but she finally came, powerfully, on my face. She bounced roughly on me, shaking the bed, threatening to tear my tortured balls from my body, but my efforts succeeded as she flooded my mouth once again.
I groaned in pain as the nipple clamps were removed. When she finally removed the ball stretcher, I screamed. I shuddered to think this was only the two-inch size. When the three inch stretcher was applied, the pain would be worse.
My handcuffs were fastened behind my back and leg-irons applied. She put my jock-strap chastity belt on me, and included, to my dismay, the butt plug. Indeed, not long after she installed the plug, my erection returned.
She left me on the bed. Using a padlock, she connected my handcuffs to the short chain of my leg-irons, hogtying me. She then buckled the harness around my neck which included the thigh straps for her. As I opened my mouth considering a protest, she thrust in my cock-gag.
She walked out of the room, returning several minutes later with a snack, a drink and some reading material. Seating herself at the head of the bed, she buckled the straps around her thighs, which brought my gagged mouth against her cunt. My erection returned fully, now. It would get no relief until at least tomorrow night.
"Its time to talk again. You'll have nothing to say, so you'll suck on that rubber cock and listen while I talk, and you can enjoy the smell of my pussy." I moaned.
"You'll be returning to work tomorrow, so you'll have to know the ground rules. In the morning, I will wake you and set you up for our morning cunt-lapping session. You'll be wearing your cock cage to work from now on, and I'll switch you into it before we do anything.
"I'll be waking you earlier, so you can give me at least half an hour with your tongue before preparing breakfast. You'll eat on your knees, at my feet. I'll select your clothes for the day while you shower, then you'll eat me once more briefly at the front door.
"Now listen carefully. When you come home, you'll remove all your male clothes immediately, right inside the door. I may leave written instructions, or garments for you to put on, or restraints. When you've attired yourself properly and followed any written instructions, you will drop to your knees and then find me wherever I am in the house, remaining on your knees as you search. You will present yourself by kissing my feet, or if you're gagged, pressing your face to my toes.
"This will be a rehearsal, just a dry-run. Starting New Year's Day, I'll be finalizing all the rules.
"One more thing: on Fridays, you will not be allowed to come. Other days will depend on your conduct as a slave, as well as my own whims of the moment, but Fridays you will never be allowed to come again, regardless of your service. As time passes, we may cut back further on your orgasms--I'm anticipating three or four days a week that you'll be denied, within a few weeks. But for now, you'll start with just Fridays. Also, Friday will be your official punishment night. Regardless of your conduct, you'll always receive a caning, perhaps a dozen strokes, as a 'Slave Whipping'. Following that, you'll receive any other scheduled punishments for violations.
"We'll be using a demerit system eventually, to regulate your punishments. For example, failing to address me as 'Mistress' might earn you two demerits. You could pay off each demerit with, say, half a dozen with the crop or cane, or twenty or thirty minutes in punitive bondage. Five demerits might cost you an extra twenty-four hours without an orgasm, or wearing a butt plug to work. I'll work out the details as time goes on.
"There's going to be a formal training program, as well. You'll need detailed instruction in sexual service, deportment, posture and other areas. I also want you in ideal physical condition. You'll be working out under the whip, regularly.
"One final detail. I'm having papers drawn up for you to transfer all your property interests to me. The house, bank accounts, everything. When you go to work tomorrow, I want you to arrange for your paychecks to be made out in my name as well.
"Do you understand everything I've told you?"
Throughout her lecture, I continued to lay face down in her bed, hogtied in my chains, cock-gagged, my face resting on her pussy, still wearing my butt plug and chastity belt. I nodded my head, my lips caressing her cuntlips.
"Good. Just lie there now, and enjoy."
She read for nearly an hour as I remained gagged, my face in her pussy. Finally, her arousal grew again, her juices started flowing. She removed my cock-gag and said, "Lick!"
With my neck still strapped between her thighs, I licked her, following her detailed instructions when offered. Finally, having brought her to two more orgasms and reawakened the torture of my confined cock, she was satisfied.
She released my neck bondage, replacing my regular collar. She removed the lock connecting my wrists and ankles, then transferred my wrists to an "All-nighter" restraint, which attached my wrists to my thighs. My butt plug remained in place. I was made to lie naked on the floor at the foot of her bed. With two padlocks and a foot of chain, my collar was attached to the bottom of a lower bedpost. I was fixed for the night.
The lights were put out, and she retired. The last thing I remembered was the sound of her quietly coming again, as she masturbated one last time. Feeling the plug in my ass, my cock throbbed painfully in its chastity belt. I shut my eyes and, somehow, slept.
12/27
I awoke with her cunt in my face. My collar chain had been released and she sat on my face, on the floor.
"Good morning, tongue-slave!"
As I moaned in response, she pulled away, then switched me into the cock cage. I was made to clean the butt plug by mouth, then my collar was switched for the neck-to-thigh harness. She led me, on my knees, to the living room, where she sat comfortably in her favorite chair. As I knelt waiting, wearing the neck harness which she still had not attached to her thighs, she said, "Breakfast first. Three fried eggs, breakfast sausages, homefries and toast, and hot chocolate. We'll both eat here, then you'll eat me."
I finished preparing breakfast quickly and crawled out to her again with a large tray. I served her her food, then she commanded, "Eat me to one orgasm first, before you eat your meal. If you're too slow, you'll eat a cold breakfast, or maybe none at all!"
I brought her off in less than two minutes and was permitted to eat from the tray on the floor at her feet. After I refilled her hot chocolate, she relocked my wrists behind me and strapped me between her thighs in the harness for our main session of cunnilingus.
For nearly forty-five minutes, I served her on my knees. My cock ached horribly; my balls, separated by the cage, felt like water balloons, ready to burst. Nevertheless, I would serve as required, while my pleasure was denied.
Eventually, she came for the last time, satisfied. I was allowed to shower while she chose my clothes from the locked wardrobe cabinets. As I showered, my cock cage remained locked on, as it would for the day.
I was made to wear black patterned seamed stockings, with a black lace garter belt. A small posing pouch, made of black leather, covered my caged cock, teasing my ass with only a thin string to cover my ass-crack. Very tight jeans accentuated my ass and revealed the bulge of my imprisoned cock. The jeans also compressed my aching balls and would remind me of my need all day.
Before my shirt was put on, Mistress hung a pair of her soiled panties around my neck. Then, she locked a thin chain around my neck, intertwining it with the panties so neither could be removed. Her odor was strong in the panties and would stay with me for hours.
Finally, all was covered with a turtleneck shirt. My regular men's socks covered my stockings, and my boots completed the package. With a brief tonguing to her cunt just before leaving, her odor and taste were reinstalled on my mouth, and I was ready to go.
On the outside, I was presented to attract the attention of women. My pants left little to the imagination.
Inside, my cock and balls were effectively locked in a vise. My underwear was a mix of erotic male undergarments and female lingerie, both of which would keep me aroused. The neck chain with her attached panties would have me breathing her intimate scent for half the day. I hoped I could lose my long-endured erection before lunch.
All day, my clothes sustained my hard-on, while my cock cage punished it for its rebellion. It was deserved punishment, administered by my cruel Mistress, now the real owner of my cock. The neck chain marked me, equally, as slave. The odor of her panties drew reactions a few times, but fortunately, each time was in a crowd with no clear hint as to who carried the humiliating odor.
I survived the day and arrived home in a state ready to do anything for relief. Just inside the door, I remembered. I found her note and read her instructions:
"To my loving cunt-licker: Remove all your outer male clothes. Insert your butt plug and lock on its harness. Put on your posture collar and your penis-gag. Also, put on your high-heeled pumps, with the four-inch heels. Finally, use the handcuffs to lock your hands behind your back.
"When properly attired, walk to the bathroom. Kneel there and await me."
Even reading the note had me groaning in frustration. All the required items were in the box, and I obeyed the letter quickly. The butt plug was the last thing I needed for my tortured cock--I had a twenty-four hour old erection already, and things were obviously going to get worse before they got better.
"Dressed" and properly restrained, I walked to the bathroom. There was a note taped to the mirror: "Kneel directly in front of the toilet." I knelt where directed. The toilet seat was up, and she had recently pissed in the toilet and not flushed it.
Mistress entered and commanded, "Eyes straight ahead!"
I couldn't even look at her. She attached my posture collar to the eyebolt directly behind me with a padlock. Now, I could not look around if I wanted to. She clipped two clothespins onto my nipples, then left.
I knelt, suffering, for the better part of an hour. All I could see was the toilet; all I could smell was her piss. With her soiled panties still around my neck, locked on with the chain, I had been immured in her odors all day and would continue to be now.
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