I fastened the harness tightly, the plastic penis pointing forward. I wanted to impress her. She was my mistress, pleasing her was my duty. She was already on the bed waiting for me. I kneeled on the floor in front of her. I started kissing her knee, then her thigh and finally her trimmed mound. I did also the other leg, as she loved foreplay. She grabbed the back of my head indicating me that it was the moment.

I kissed softly every centimeter of her labia. Worshiping all her body, and specially that area, was a part of my duties. Then I sucked and licked her clit. She hated to be left half done. Whenever I touched her pussy I had to finish the job. Besides, I never did it without a direct order, or her permission, at least. She kept moaning. I knew exactly what I was doing. She wanted it slow and long lasting. I felt her fluids on my lips and tongue.

-May I, mistress?

-Yes, do it.- She could barely speak. I swelled with pride whenever I did a god job.

I quickly climbed on the bed. I opened slightly her labia with my thumbs. Then I carefully penetrated her with the pastic dildo. She moaned and encircled my waist with her legs. The next day was saturday and we had plenty of time. I wanted to beat my own record of endurance. Last friday she had four, I couldn't do less.

I was quite an expert by that time. I knew when should I move faster, or slower or reach deeper. I already didn't need her commands. I just had to look at her face and the movements of her pelvis and I knew all I needed to know. She had four again, shame on me. We had to stop because we had woke up early that day and we had to rest.

-Enough, slave, I'm tired.- I climbed off the bed and she covered herself with the sheets.

As usual I stuffed the plastic dildo in my mouth and took it to the bathroom. Once I had cleaned most of my mistress' gift with my mouth I cleaned the rest in the sink. Back to the bedroom I left the harness on the bed and crawled into my cage locking the door with a strong padlock. Then I padlocked four leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. The final touch was to padlock a short chain welded to the cage's floor to the D ring of my collar. It was wide and thick leather with three rows of spikes all around. I put all the keys into a metal box at the side of the cage and set the timer to 24 hours as usual. In case my mistress couldn't open the box with her key it would open automatically when the timer reached zero. We could also add more hours up to 48. The timer hadn't been necessary so far, though. I locked one more padlock joining my wrists and ankles all together on my back, so my hands were close to the box and went to sleep. The cage was so small that I had to sleep curled up anyways. My mistress was watching me looking for any flaw on the ritual, but I had followed her instructions to the detail.

The next morning she awakened me by kicking my cell's bars. She opened the bolt closing the sliding panel on the metallic ceiling of my cage. Then she opened the box, took the keys and unlocked the padlock joining the short chain to my collar. She sat on the cage with her legs wide open. I maneuvered as best as possible an took my head out through the hole. It was my duty, and my pleasure, to help my mistress begin her day in a good mood.

-Oh, yes!- she finished on my mouth and I licked her gift.- What an amazing pussylicker you are, slave.- I blushed at her compliment.

She opened all the padlocks I was using, closed the sliding panel and opened the door. As usual she went to the kitchen to read the day's news on the laptop. I had some daily tasks to perform. First of all I had to dress in my uniform, a white frilly apron that just covered the area around my crotch and half my thighs, a black g-string and the collar,nothing more. I visited the toilet and then got busy cooking breakfast. I placed her food on the table, and mine on the floor. We finished eating and I put the dishes on the dishwasher.

I took off the apron and panties and called mistress so she would take off my collar. It wasn't locked, but I didn't have permission to open it. We got into the shower and I kneeled next to her, with the sponge on my hand, waiting for her signal to start. We showered every day so the sponge's purpose wasn't to clean her but to give her a long and caring massage. I had to be very careful with her crotch area, as she had stated clearly that I should never pleasure her without her permission. She sat on the edge of the tub and dried herself with a towel, while I cleaned myself.

-You are such a good slave.- She caressed my cheek and gave my clit chain a soft tug, that made me yelp.

Along the months she had made a few small changes to my body. The day I accepted to be hers, she said that she wanted to own everything I had and everything I was. The first thing she reclaimed was my vagina. We bought a device that could keep it under her control forever. It was a black sphere made of some nonstick material. Across the base a curbed plastic piece, flattened at the front, also in black which barely resembled a hook, would close all my slit and cover my clit. Below it a short black pastic cylinder protuded slightly. Pushing on the cylinder, a mechanism inside the sphere gyrated making it become wider and flatter, so it looked like a hamburger. A hole at the bottom of the cylinder was aligned with two more holes on the sides of the hook. Inserting the hasp of a padlock the hamburger would keep its shape, thus blocking the path to my pleasure. The device had been inside my vagina all those months, except for a couple of hours each week for cleaning purposes in which my hands were bound somehow, so I couldn't touch myself, or when mistress wanted to reward me for my good behavior. Due to the nonstick material I always felt stuffed by I couldn't feel anything rubbing against my g-spot even when I knew that something was actually rubbing. The front of the hook piece covered my clit but its concave shape also prevented any accidental brush. The device was devilish because it was physically comfortable but psychologically devastating. Until I got accustomed, at least.

Barely a couple of weeks later mistress took a step forward. We went to a piercing parlor and we made two holes on the middle of my lips that aligned with those on the device and even had the same size. A pair of black plastic eyelets made sure that the holes would never close. We also bought a combination padlock that only mistress could open. From that moment on my own lips had been helping to keep my cunt locked. In the same parlor mistress chose a tattoo for me. The words “Owned by mistress K.” across my mound in two rows, in quite big black letters. He had never made me show anyone my tattoo, nor the rest. Besides, my hair covered most of it. It was just for me, so I would never forget.

A few months later everything got worse. Mistress had requested something special in the piercing parlor. It was very suspicious when mistress ordered me to masturbate paying special attention to my clit. She also had made me take a mild analgesic. First was a short and thin gold rod with a tiny ring on one end and a slightly bigger one on the other. The clerk inserted it inside my clit so just the bigger ring protuded vertically at the tip. It was horribly painful even with the drug. I was squeezing the chair's armrests so hard that my hand seemed almost white. Mistress pulled aside my clit hood and the clerk inserted another thin rod just on the base of my clit, which passed through the smaller ring of the first rod. The clerk then welded with a laser two tiny spheres at the sides of the second rod. From that moment on my clit had always been fully erect, making my life much more uncomfortable. My nipples received the same treatment with a slightly bigger jewelry, the spheres resting at the edges of my aureolas.

The final touch came a pair of weeks later. It was cute, and, at the same time, horribly cruel. Mistress had also requested a taylor made thin steel chain with a small ring on one end and a small clasp on the other. Passing the clasp through the ring it made a beautiful necklace, which she looped around my neck, until I noticed its exact length. She ordered me to connect the clasp to the ring at the tip of my clit, then insert the chastity device and lock everything with the padlock. From that moment on, whenever I moved the chain dangled just a little bit, enough to drive me mad with desire. Whenever mistress wanted to scare me or call my attention she pulled slightly on the chain. Whenever she wanted to hurt, my weak spot was constantly on plain view. Fortunately I only weared the chain at home.

-You have been working so hard this week.- She inserted her finger into the ring of my clit chain. She had pulled enough times to make me fear that harmless finger.- You deserve a reward.- She smiled and patted my head.- But first...- As soon as her finger moved a fraction of an inch I followed it. I knew exactly were was it leading me, anyways. Seeing the size of her clit made me wonder what was she thinking to make her feel so horny. It wasn't a good moment to think, though, my mistress wanted my tongue, and I had to provide.

The rest of the morning I cleaned the house and worked on the case. I was a detective a year ago, and I loved it. As mistress wanted every part of me she made me quit. Then I became a private eye and mistress was my partner. I did all the work, actually. She just collected the money and the fame as the enterprise had her name. Legally I was a trainee, and thus, worked for her, though she managed my salary. I used to talk with the clients by phone. If they wanted to meet us in person for any reason they met mistress. She just had to ask the questions I had wrote on a notepad. The rest of the time she worked as a waitress, but only part time, the nights the restaurant was overbooked, around three times a week. When at home she read books, watched TV or ordered me around.

Near midday I started to cook lunch. I used to eat on the floor kneeling at her feet, with my hands on my back, whenever I could do it without using pieces of cutlery. Sometimes I just sat there, with my head resting on her leg and she fed me. Other times she cooked and I eated on the table, but that was very rare. She never told me why those days were special and I didn't ask, I just did as she told.

Along the day my nervousness had been growing. That afternoon she was going to buy something for me at the mall. I didn't know what, nor why, but I doubted I would like it, in case my opinion mattered, which didn't.

She chose the clothes for the afternoon. For me, mid calf medium heeled boots a short skirt and a loose blouse. She had an obsession with intimacy due to her past, but that afternoon my bra had holes on my nipples. Following her orders I connected a chain ended in two small clasps to the small rings on the tip of my nipples. The chain passed through the holes on the bra and through a pair of holes on my blouse. It wasn't the first time I weared that chain and I was already accustomed. Even if it was on plain view only both of us knew exactly where was it hanging from.

Then I helped her dressing. She used to wear the typical private detective stuff, slacks, shirt and blazer, clothes that two years ago belonged to me. She sometimes even used a tie, a vest and a hat, so cute. I took off her nightie. Then I put on her panties and bra. I kissed her labia, and breasts before covering them with my former satin underwear. I kissed her fet and covered them with a pair of shocks. Then I kissed her buttocks, calves and thighs and covered them with a pair of slacks. Finally I kissed fer navel, upper chest, back and neck and covered them with a shirt. I smiled when I remember the first time I did that ritual. It had been my idea. A part of my brain, I didn't know exactly which one, found it appropriate. She liked it so much that it became a tradition, whenever we had the time.

I combed her hair and mine. She knew how much I loved my long dark blonde mane. She used to threaten me with scissors from time to time. It was her property, she could cut it off without any resistance from my part, but it still would be very hurtful to me.

The final touch was a velvet choker with strips of lace on top and bottom, that I weared outside home instead of the leather collar. She always fastened them and I loved when she did so. For anyone else it was just a choker. For us it was much more.

We got in the car, which had been mine in the past. I couldn't use it without her permission, except, maybe, during an emergency, and whenever we were together she drove. Whenever we stopped at a traffic light she reached under my skirt, slipped her pinkie finger under my panties and caressed my labia. I opened my legs to allow her good access. Every gentle touch was a gift and I enjoyed it as much as possible. Her caresses were so short and scarce, that I was desperate for more, though, maybe I was so desperate that they seemed scarce to me. I wasn't sure, when she touched me there, all my attention was focused, I didn't have energy for complex calculations.

We got to the mall. I yelped when she gave the chain hanging from my nipples a sharp tug. I had forgot to put my hands together on my back, it was my fault. The mall was so far from our house and work place that we probably weren't going to meet any acquaintance. We went to the usual piercing parlor.

The clerk guided me to the chair. Mistress sat next to me and placed her hand on my thigh, her finger caressing my lips again. I guessed that they had talked before as the clerk had already prepared the tools. The needle he was going to use was much thicker than what I expected. He placed the tool inside my nose and pierced the cartilage. I tried my best to not yell and remain still on the chair. Mistress squeezed slightly on my thigh, a gesture that I wanted to indetify as concern. He stopped the bleeding with a wad of cotton soaked in alcohol, that stung quite a lot. Finally he placed the two sides of a small eyelet and locked them. The hole would remain open, but unseen.

-Here. What do you think?- Mistress gave me a small oval-shaped carabiner and everything made sense. I was going to insert it through the new made hole, but mistress stopped me.- Not yet stupid slave, you are going to hurt yourself. Give it to me. The clerk wasn't surprised to hear the word “slave”. I wondered why.

I thanked mistress for her kindness. She paid for my unwanted gift and we left. On the way back home she teased me again but with her index and middle finger. I desperately wanted more but that wasn't allowed. All my orgasms were her property and she didn't want to share that day. Nevertheless my cunt kept producing juice, so mistress took her fingers to my face from time to time so I could lick them clean.

Once at home she poured herself a glass of wine, while I changed my clothes into my maid uniform, the apron. I offered her the collar so she could fasten it tightly as we both wanted. Mistress seemed concerned about something and I didn't want to disturb her with my problems but I was in a hurry.

-Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, mistress, but..., bathroom, please?

-Yes! It's been a lot of hours. Why haven't you said anything before?

-I didn't want to upset you, miss...- She interrupted me with a hard slap on my ass. Then she hooked a finger in the ring at the end of my clit chain and guided me to the bathroom. We generally took it off when we left home but that day we didn't for some reason. She grabbed the butt plug and pulled. I could piss freely whenever I needed to, but I didn't have permission to touch the plug, so I needed her help to do the other business.

While I released my bowels after hours of discomfort she cleaned the plug on the sink. I cleaned myself and then bent down spreading my buttocks. She inserted the tip of the tapered plug. She pushed slowly and took it out again. I could feel the cold water making the insertion just a bit easier. She pushed again a bit further until the widest part was about to enter and took it out again. She kept fucking me for a couple of minutes. She used to say that someday she would charge a lot of men to fuck my ass and I needed practice but that hadn't happened so far. She reinserted it leaving the widest part just at the entrance. Then she slapped me hard so the plug went fully in and, probably, marking my buttocks with the shape of her hand.

-Oh, my poor horny slave.- She turned me around and pushed me against the wall, the cold tiles sending shivers through my spine. She placed her thigh between my legs, the fabric of her trousers rubbing my crotch. She hugged me placind her hand on my buttocks and squeezing them. Her face was just a couple of inches from mine.- Is your nose hurting, slave?

-Don't worry, mistress.- I uttered half moaning. Her lips were so close. I wanted desperately her lips on mine but that had never happened so far and didn't seem possible for the time being. My mouth kept gaping despite my attempts to prevent it.

-I was a bit worried.- She squezeed a bit stronger. She used her upper chest to push me again against the wall, and kept me pinned there, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.- But seeing how horny are you, I guess I was wrong.

-Your slave is very horny, mistress. Please...

-Its been two weeks in denial, slave. You must be about to explode. Do you need something?

-Yes mistress, please.- I moaned.

She smiled and nodded. She used my clit chain to lead me to her bed. She lowered her trousers and sat on the edge. All my orgasms were her property, and she was going to enjoy that one. I got busy between her legs.