David stared at the woman as she worked. She was absolutely stunning. How had he gotten so lucky?

She was a vision in cock achingly, wet dream inspiring, fetish fantasy latex. Her catsuit was so, so shiny. It hid nothing of her slim lines and oh so curvy figure. She had the zip at the front pulled down to show off lots of cleavage and beautiful, creamy, soft breasts.

Her waist was pulled into an amazing corset. What was that waist, sixteen, fifteen inches?  The boots were incredible too. Glossy red patent leather, almost crotch high.

But not just a great body, she had a pretty face, awesome personality and great taste in music. In the background, Iron Maiden played. It was the first album. The track Transylvania was playing.

"This is incredible," he enthused as she wrapped him in latex bondage tape.

"Naughty, slave. What did I say about talking?" She smirked back at him. Reaching his knees now with the tape.

"Sorry, Mistress. I must ask permission, Mistress. Mistress, please may I have permission to talk?"

"You may, boy. But you forget your place again and we will stop the scene. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress. Mistress where have you been all my life? You are the woman of my dreams." She lifted an eyebrow at him and then smiled.

"I've been right here, slave. Clearly, you have been looking in the wrong places. I take it you are enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Mistress, immensely."

She reached his thighs, "Boy, put your arms by your sides. Hand's flat against your legs."

"Yes, Mistress," he squeaked as he obeyed. She was so domineering! Yet she'd been amazing on the date. He'd never have guessed she was so kinky. Though the tight leather jeans may have been a small clue.

"So, boy, do you think you'll use the dating website again?"

"Oh, no, Mistress. I have no need."

"Good answer, slave," she was enclosing his hands but his cock and balls were left exposed. "So you are happy to be mine?"

"Delirious, Mistress. This is the stuff of fantasy. I wish it could go on forever."

"Be careful what you wish for, boy. I might be tempted to keep you."

"Please, Mistress."

"Really?" She was up to his chest now. He was turning into a black, glossy latex mummy. "We've hardly started. What if I locked that cock of yours up in a chastity cage and never let you cum?"

"Worth it, Mistress. To be around you. To look at you. To smell you. You are perfect, Mistress."

"Flatterer. I have a collar ready for a boy like you. I may let you wear it... if you are good. But you'd be saying goodbye to your old life if I do, boy."

"Please, Mistress. My sister is a junkie I've not seen in years, my parents have passed. My job is a dead end. Please, Mistress, enslave me."

"Wow! You are keen. Hush now, boy. Let me think." She continued to wrap him in latex tape. When she reached his shoulders she stopped. She left him swaying before returning with a latex hood and a ball gag. The hood was pulled on without ceremony. A zip fastened it. Laces drew it crushingly tight. Obediently he opened wide as the ball gag was presented. She bucked it so tight the strap hurt his cheeks.

She resumed with the black glistening tape. Covering the last of his flesh until the rubber tape merged with the collar of the hood.

She stood back from him and surveyed her handy work. He, in turn, drank in the vision of lust that had bound him so perfectly.

She left once more and returned with a tall leather posture collar. Three large chrome rings were set around it. One each at the front and either side. It was curved to fit over the shoulders and cup the chin. It looked formidable.

No questions were asked. No, "are you sure." No, "last chance to back out." She simply buckled it tightly in place. Too tightly. It dug in to both his chin and chest. It squeezed his throat hard. He could breathe but he could feel the blood pumping in his ears and his face prickle with heat.

"You are mine for life, slave. I actually don't care if this is truly what you wanted. I'm going to expect complete obedience. Punishment will be harsh. Hmm, let's see if that pretty cock of yours works."

He stared back mute and in love with the cruel countenance she had adopted. He didn't know if she was roleplaying or meant it. He hoped she meant it. He really did want this to be real.

She pushed him in the chest. Helpless to push back he fell backwards and landed on her bed. Grabbing the large ring on the front of the collar she hauled his bound form up the bed. Then, after unzipping her crotch she climbed onto the bed and straddling him she impaled herself on his throbbing member.

She rode him hard with no regard for his pleasure. She found a position that worked for her and stroked him with her cunt. As she fucked him she leant forward and grabbed the ring of his collar. Pushing it up harder into his chin she sneered at the helpless man bound beneath her.

"What a pathetic maggot you are, slave. What kind of man allows, no begs, to be bound as you are? You barely qualify to be called boy let alone a man. Slavery is clearly all you are good for. My personal fuck toy is about as much as you can manage. A latex gimp, a miserable perverted excuse of a being. You are a traitor to your gender. I sentence you to a life in bondage. A life of total submission serving me. You will forget any thought of seeking pleasure for yourself. I, your owner, your Mistress will always come first. You will give thanks each day that I allow you to exist and grovel at my feet for the gift of kissing my shoes. You are pathetic. You are nothing. You are slime, scum, excrement. You are a grovelling apology of a slave, not fit to do anything else ever again without my command."

Still, fucking him she started slapping him about the face. Hard stinging blows that punctuated verbal insults that flew with fury and spittle at his helpless, throbbing face.

"Worm. Maggot. Slut. Slave. Pervert. Gimp. Slime. You. Pathetic. Miserable. Excuse." She shuddered into a powerful climax. The hand at the collar now pressing down, choking him as she gripped his shaft hard within her.

David, overwhelmed with the ferocity of his new owner, spasmed into his own orgasm. Shooting his load deep within her. Dumfounded by her magnificence, her power and her utter control of him.

She climbed off him. Smiling down at him as he stared up wide-eyed in awe. She unbuckled the gag and promptly lowered her sex upon his mouth.

"Lick it out, worm. How dare you pollute me with your seed? Get that tongue to work. Not a drop is to be left." As she scolded him she ground herself harder into his mouth. Smothering him. Enveloping him in a world of latex and dripping pussy. Feverishly he delved with his tongue. Desperately he tried to lap up his own spunk, mingled with his owner's juices. The smell of her overwhelmed him as she writhed on his face.

"Lick my clit, gimp. Make me happy or I'll smother you where you lay." His Mistress pinched his nose shut between finger and thumb, whilst shifting to place the hood of her sex within reach of his tongue. Exploring, flicking he probed and found her swollen, throbbing passion and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. Desperately he flicked with his tongue, as his need for air became urgent and helplessly he writhed in his latex bondage. To his utter relief, she came once more and released his nose. He sucked in lungfull's of air, laced heavily with the scent of her and latex. Yet more fluid poured into his open mouth from her sex.

Regaining herself she looked down at him. His head, clasped between her latex clad thighs. Abruptly she dismounted and closed the zip between her legs.

"A fun ride, maggot. Hmm, that could be your name. So Maggot you are now wondering if that was a scene and if I'm going to release you. Let's cut to the chase. No. This is real. Never going home. Never getting free. Really a slave."

She smirked again, "Now where is that chastity cage?" She pulled opened a drawer in her bedside cupboard and extracted a shiny metal cage. She held it close to his face so he could see it clearly. "I'm going to lock your cock up in this now, Maggot. I'm not going to use your dick, as it is, ever again. I want you to note the steel tube inside the cage. That's going up your urethra, inside your cock right up to your bladder. This stopper on the front lets your wee out when I open it."

She smiled and kissed his forehead. "No more erections for quite some time I'm afraid, Maggot." So saying she climbed on him once more. Sitting on his chest, obscuring his view, she set about installing the cage on his cock. He felt the tube being inserted. There was a brief stab of pain within that he guessed was the tube entering his bladder. Then there was an ominous click. She climbed back off but the collar topped him looking down himself to see.

"You really are stupid, Maggot. You've asked no real questions of me. You've let your, now locked up dick, do all the thinking. Do you remember my profile description?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What did I say about myself?"

"You were into latex, metal and Iron Maiden."

"Yes, but you never quizzed me on that did you. You just took one look at my photo and said yes when I proposed a date. Then your balls took charge again when I turned up in leather jeans and a tight sweater. Came back here to 'Netflix and chill.' Then when I came out dressed in a catsuit you couldn't wait to become a slave. You never even negotiated a safe word."

She picked up her phone from the bedside cabinet. She swiped and tapped it a few times and then held it to her supine slave.

"Before I ride your cock again it'll look similar to this, Maggot." The picture on the phone was of a heavily pierced erect penis. Rings and studs covered the shaft, the helmet and even the scrotum. There was a huge ring emerging from the urethra and a leash clipped to it.

"Until that is done I'll satisfy myself with pegging your virgin arse. Oh, and your tongue will be getting similar treatment too. That is the sort of metal I'm into, Maggot."

She produced a leash and after clipping it to his collar used it to haul him to his feet. She pulled him in close and kissed him on the mouth.

"Regrets, Maggot? Feet getting cold?"

"Oh no, Mistress. I'm scared. Daunted. But I'm yours all the way. This is still the stuff of fantasies for me."

She grinned at him, "Good to hear, Maggot. Now obviously a little piece of shit like you does not share my bed. Let me show you to your new sleeping arrangements. You'll have to hop."

She tugged on the leash and Maggot, as he had become, managed small hops after her. She led him into another room and his eyes grew wide with fear.

"Yes, slave, it is an Iron Maiden. Yes, you are going in it," as she spoke she swung open the sarcophagus to reveal the spikes within.

"Please, no, Mistress," wailed Maggot.

"That's talking without permission, slave. Maggot, I'll be reaming you out for that later. As to the maiden; Most of those spikes won't pierce you. They will keep you in place. They may well hurt. But this will not kill you."

So saying she grabbed the front ring on his collar and his caged cock. Using them as handles she manoeuvred the hopping slave into the standing casket. She pushed him back up against the metal prongs. Maggot squealed in fright as blunted steel needles pressed into the soft flesh of his backside and shoulders.

His owner attached two short chains, from within the metal cocoon, to the side rings on Maggot's collar. Secured she removed the leash and started to close the front of the iron maiden.

"How's it go, slave? Won't you come into my room? I wanna show you all my wares, I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare. Did you ever think you'd get to act out this song? Don't worry, Maggot. There'll not be much blood. She swung the lid shut. Maggot squealed once more as he found out four of the needles were very sharp and did impale him.

In the dark Maggot listened to the lock click shut on the iron maiden. Metal spikes held him in a vice-like grip. Two of them had pierced his thighs. Two more were embedded in his biceps. Too late he realised she may be too cruel. Maybe unsafe. What could he do though? She had him. He had begged for it. Pleaded to be enslaved. He was out of control now.

Outside the casket Mistress Sabine stood and stared as the trickle of blood pooled upon the floor. In the background the music played, "Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought, Oh well, wherever, wherever you are, Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far."