Good. Lord. This lady was the biggest tease ever. Of all time.

She trailed the key from my cheek over my face, letting it dangle in front of my eyes. I growled into my gag and tried to lunge upwards but my hips were firmly pinned by her weight. She chuckled at my efforts and gave me a few playful dry humps. My cock was already pressing against its plastic prison and her humping me was only making it worse.

I whimpered and tried to shrink back from her but she just smiled again, leaned in, and gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose, “Time to get you ready for the day Davey. I bet you really have to go to the bathroom about now don’t you?”

Well now that she mentioned it…

I nodded quickly, “Mmmph!”

“Well you just hang on and I’ll get you set up for bathroom time alright?”

After another intense gag kiss she hopped off my bound body and sauntered out of my view. A little shudder ran down my body, another post sex shiver. Was it going to mess with me that my first real time had been with a woman who seemed intent on keeping me as her personal bondage toy? I shifted around and tested my shackles. No chance with that at all. Although, after that mind breakingly awesome sex I wasn’t sure I would be able to stand unassisted anyway, let alone make a break for freedom.

As I lay there, hard tied and gagged, I drifted off in my mind. Despite the stringent bondage and kidnapping, I was feeling pretty relaxed now. I knew what my captor looked like now at least. Gave me something to hold onto. Those hazel eyes, somehow managing to be hard with purpose and alight with mischief. And her sandy blonde hair, drawn back in a messy ponytail, completed a very fetching picture indeed. My resolve to not cooperate and escape had already fragmented from my night in the cage, and now my kidnapper, my mistress, was stealing away the last pieces.

I moaned at the thought of surrender and shifted around in my bonds again. Then I felt a hand run through my hair.

“Mmmmm, you just make the cutest little noises slave.”

She had returned. Pushing a contraption which it took me all of ten seconds to recognize and give a whine of displeasure.

“Well I’m not going to wipe your ass for you Davey, so you’ll take your enema and live with it.” She said firmly, stroking my inner thigh. She moved down to where my legs were tied down and fiddled with something out of my view. I felt additional clicks on my ankles and then, one after the other, they were hoisted up into the air, giving her excellent access to my rear.

“Mmmm” I whimpered again, yanking on my wrist restraints. She just shook her head and made soothing noises as she prepped the enema plug. Soon enough it was worming its way into my rear and, with a final shove, was seated.

“Ffffuuummmph!” God I think that went deeper than the damned butt plug!

“Hush.” She swatted my exposed butt cheeks, “If you insist on being vulgar I’ll tie you down to my spanking machine and leave you there all day. I want your first real day with me to be special, but if you can’t act properly then that will have to wait.” Her hazel eyes bored into mine as she leaned over, gripping my collar and pulling my face up to hers, “Understand?”

I could only meet her eyes for a few moments, breaking eye contact and giving a defeated nod. She lowered my head back down and ruffled my hair, “There’s a good boy. Now I’m going to get this going and let you sit for a bit to make sure you get all cleaned out. Then we can get you breakfasted and ready for the day, alright?”

“Mmmhm” I gave a soft assent, shifting my butt around to find a more comfortable way to sit with the enema plug up my ass.

She stood up and fiddled with something near the bottom of the bag and I very quickly felt the sensation of warm soapy water flowing into me from the enema plug. I grunted and whimpered, but all she gave me in response was another hard smile and a firm pat on my head before wandering off.

Trying to take my mind off the increasing pressure down below my eyes roved around the limited field of what I was able to see from where I lay. It seemed like I was in a basement, the stone walls clearly time worn. Much had been done to make it a more homely atmosphere though, if your idea of a home was a driven BDSM lifestyle practitioner. I could see from where I lay an entire wall seemingly filled with all manner of leather, latex, and rubber outfits. Some were clearly uniforms such as maids, or police officers, while others were simply elegant outfits of dominance or submission.

On another wall were arrayed a wide range of punishment implements and restraints. Armbinders and leather cuffs and straps hung next to floggers, paddles, and crops. All of varying sizes, types, and colours. There were leather hoods, some much more involved than the one I had worn, others simpler, intending merely to cover rather than restrain the head. And of course, shelf upon shelf of gags of all styles and sizes. I mentally updated my picture of my kidnapper as I surveyed all the bondage paraphernalia around the room. This wasn’t a spur of the moment capture, nor was it some posing amateur trying to live out a Mistress/slave fantasy. This lady was prepared for long term captivity. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me at this point if she had done this before. She was certainly good enough at capturing me.

By now the pressure in my guts was becoming too much to ignore. I whimpered into my gag as I watched the last drops flow down the tube from the bag. Where the hell was she? God, I’ve never had to go more than right now. I began to struggle against my restraints, bucking my legs to try to relieve some of the pressure on my abdomen. All for naught though, the restraints giving me not a single inch no matter how I bucked and twisted and turned.

It felt like I lay there for hours, with my ass and insides filled with warm soapy water. If I wasn’t lying down I would’ve been doubled over from the craps that twinged at my sides and front from the water inside me. I was on the verge of crying when she finally came back. Making soothing noises she unhooked me from the enema, though leaving the plug seated inside me. She unlocked me from where I had lain, swiftly locking my hands behind my back. Not that I could have fought her at this point, I was completely focused on getting to the bathroom and getting this damnable pressure out of my intestines.

She snapped a lead to my collar and led me towards a door along the far wall which led into quite an extensive bathroom facility. Though even here it was very plain that those who used this bathroom tended to not be here of their free will. Various tie down points were scattered around and the shower had manacles hanging from above where a slave could be locked in and thoroughly washed. All this flitted by me as she led me over to where the toilet was. With little ceremony she positioned me over it and, with one swift motion, removed the plug from my rear. Sweet…sweet relief flowed through me. And out of me. God sakes that was the most satisfying poop ever. I finished my business with the help of her careful ministrations and then she grabbed my leash again, leading me out of her dungeon and upstairs.

The stairway to the dungeon opened immediately into a wide kitchen/dining room space. The normalcy of the area through me for a bit of a loop. The furnishings and appliances were almost painfully normal. Not a single hint of anything to do with the fetish world. Apart from a naked man, bound and gagged, at the end of the house owner’s leash. Picture of normalcy. Nothing to be in the least bit concerned about. My examination of the kitchen was cut short as the smell of freshly made pancakes caressed my nostrils.

“Mmmmmm” I moaned in anticipation, my stomach growling in agreement. I hadn’t eaten since just before my last exam, before my life had taken an abrupt left turn to crazy bondage town, and I was ravesnous.

“Hungry slave?” She grinned, “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll get you set up for your yummy breakfast hmm?”

She led me over to a wooden kitchen chair and sat me down. My leather cuffs were locked to it and then, producing a few spools of rope, she began securing me to the chair. Rope was wrapped around my chest above and below my nipples, pinching them and rubbing at them. Then more rope around my stomach and upper legs, further pinning me to the chair. The final bonds around my calves and ankles seemed like overkill, but she was intent on making sure I couldn’t move a single inch.

She disappeared for one final time before reappearing with a plate containing two big pancakes and a bottle of syrup. She set them down on the table next to me and then straddled my bound body, flashing another one of her domineering grins. Man this lady was driving me nuts! There was a growing part of me that wanted to smile back and bask in her approval at accepting my place in her life. But…no I can’t! She’s my damn kidnapper not a friend. Still though…that morning sex…

I settled on grumbling something at her through my gag and she tut-tutted, “Aww, aren’t you happy that I made you pancakes Davey? I could’ve been a mean Mistress and fed you out of a dog bowl whatever scraps that were left over from my breakfast, but I’m not. You should be a little more grateful.” She gave me a slap, not overly hard, but definitely enough to remind me not to prick her good mood.

“Now, I’m going to take your gag out to feed you. If you start bitching and moaning at me you are going to lose kitchen privileges and be sucking slop through a penis gag. Got it?” I gave a quick nod of assent. “Good”

She leaned into me, bringing my face down into her breasts as she fiddled with the buckle of the gag strap. I breathed in her heady scent and gave a moan into her breasts. I felt and heard her chuckle and press my face a bit deeper as the gag came free. She pulled my head back and then her mouth met mine, her tongue aggressively probing into my mouth. It was a kiss of passionate dominance and I kinda got lost in it as she clutched me tightly to her, proving her power over me with that single action. When she released me from it I was a little cross eyed and she giggled at that, flicking me on the nose with a finger as she reached over to the breakfast meal she had prepped.

She poured a generous measure of syrup onto the plate and speared a piece of pancake with her fork. She slathered the piece through the syrup and then brought it over to me. As I leaned forward, as much as I could, I felt little droplets from the proffered food dribbling onto my chest. She deposited the food in my mouth and then, as I chewed, she bent her head and ran her tongue along where the syrup had dropped, paying particular attention to my rope wrapped nipples.

“Mmmmmmm” I groaned in pleasure as her tongue played with my nipples. I managed to finish that first bite and found another one already waiting for me to open my mouth, more syrup falling from it onto my chest. I looked at her and could tell that she had deliberately picked pancakes and syrup for this very purpose. Feeding her slave and getting to lick syrup off his body. Two birds with one stone I suppose. I found I couldn’t work up even a flicker of annoyance at that though. It just felt…good. I wasn’t uncomfortable in the chair and the ropes weren’t painfully tight merely snug. Plus I had, despite my negative first impressions of her, a very cute woman feeding me breakfast while sitting right on my chastity encaged cock. Was I starting to enjoy being this woman’s unwilling captive? Was I even unwilling at this point? I mean, I still wanted to get away, but apart from the enema this morning had been…well…nice.

It took us a while to finish the pancakes she had made for me, plus a couple glasses of orange juice that I sucked through a straw. She upended the empty but still syrupy plate over me, and my moaned half protests, and proceeded to lick me clean. She playfully rubbed my plastic chastity cage, as if to give me a handjob while she ran her tongue over me, but no sensation got through at all. I was already rising out of my post sex funk, and my cock was itching to go another round with her. But more sex did not seem to be in my immediate future. Just teasing and more denial than one woman should be capable of dishing out. If only because she should want some satisfaction too.

Suddenly a harsh ring cut me out of the pleasant bondage dreamland I had been slipping into. I jerked into wakefulness just as her hand clamped tightly over my mouth. My eyes found hers and I saw that she was bringing a cell phone out of her pocket. She frowned at the number displayed and then looked up at me, “Are you going to be a good boy and be quiet slave?”

I nodded, my eyes wide over her hand.

She kept looking at me, “This is going to be your first obedience test Davey. If you pass we can have a quiet and lazy morning together. If not…well.” Her hard hazel eyes spoke volumes. I would keep my mouth shut.

She answered the phone, “Hello? No it’s no problem, just at breakfast right now.”

“Mmhm.”

“I see.”

“Well as I said before I’m not going to be able to be in the office for the next few weeks, but I don’t mind skyping in for something like that.”

“No, not at all, just got a big project at home that requires my attention.” She grinned as she said that, her eyes locked on mine.

“Ok, that works. Cheers.”

With that the phone call ended. She returned the phone to her pocket and then buckled my ball gag back into my mouth, gently but firmly. She patted my cheek in approval, “You were a good boy for me Davey. I’m glad you aren’t trying to ruin our time together. Now, let’s get your punishment out of the way so that we can have our lazy morning together.”

“Mmmm!”

“Don’t act so outraged, you incurred this punishment from yesterday. If I don’t follow through on my promises, what kind of Mistress would I be? I need to be consistent so that you learn to be a consistent slave. Don’t worry, it’ll be over quick enough.”

With that she set about untying me from the chair, taking her time to run her hands around my body as she went. Once I was freed from the chair she attached my leash again and led me back down into the dungeon. I was walked past the cage in which I had spent the night and then bent over a spanking bench. She spaced out my legs, strapping them to opposing corners of the bench. Then she brought a hook down and attached it to my wrist cuffs, winching it up until I remained bent over the bench. As a final piece she ran a thick strap over my lower back, further pining me down to the bench.

“Now then what shall I use? What shall I use?” I heard her ask herself in a light singsong tone.

“Ah, here we are.”

Then there was quiet. I shifted around and tried to turn my head to see what she was doing.

SMACK!

“MMMMPPH!” I bellowed into my gag as a hard paddle connected with my rear.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Three more blows in quick succession rained down on me. I screamed and moaned into my gag with each new impact, desperately trying to shift around to protect some portion of my ass. But she followed every move I made, raining down her punishment spanking with meticulous precision.

“This is what happens to naughty slaves Davey,” I heard her voice dimly over the blood pounding through my head as the paddling continued. She didn’t break the pace she had set as she spoke either, “Or it happens if I want to see you squirm and scream. Sometimes I will just enjoy taking a flogger or paddle to you. But most times it will be because you were bad.”

The paddle impacts ceased then and, for a glorious thirty seconds I thought she was done. But then I felt the many tailed slap of a flogger hit my ass and moaned loudly into my gag. She kept up a good pace with the flogger, working one cheek over fully and then moving across to the next. I had stopped screaming after the first minute or so of the flogging, simply moaning into my gag. Somehow my cock was hard in its plastic cage, because I definitely didn’t feel like I was enjoying this!

My mind was adrift and elsewhere though, just riding the sensations that coursed through my body. Pain was there, for sure, but there was also a distinct pulse of pleasure even as my Mistress flogged me. I noted, with lazy detachment, that I had started to think of her as my Mistress. Huh. Am I…Am I buying into her crazy scheme to keep me as her bondage slave? Is it a crazy scheme? Of course it is! Isn’t it?

Eventually, mercifully, she ceased flogging my ass. I gasped into my gag as I felt cool hands, slick with a gel like balm, rubbing my beaten ass.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” God that felt good. Sooooo good.

Her hands moved with practiced ease, rubbing and massaging the balm into all the areas that had only moments before blazed in pain. Nothing coherent was going through my mind at this point, apart from wanting her to continue. I just wanted to stay like this for hours while she massaged me. I didn’t care I was tied down to a spanking bench, I didn’t care that she was why my ass had felt like it was on fire. I just wanted her touch. Her soothing touch.

“There we are slave.” She gave my rear a gentle pat, “Now, are you ready for some relaxation time with your Mistress?”

I nodded weakly, my eyes wearily closed simply from the effort it would take to keep them open. I felt her move away from me in the direction of the wall with all the fetish clothing. Whatever she wanted me to wear at this point I would. I just wanted rest. Escape and resistance would have to wait.

I felt her hands on me again, unlocking first one ankle cuff and then another. I felt the sensation of rubber being drawn up my legs, one at a time, until it reach my thighs. My wrists were lowered from their heightened position and the strap across my lower back detached so that I could stand up. I remained facing forward, still with my eyes half closed, savouring her touch and the rubber climbing my body. It made its way up to my chest before I decided to take a look at what it was that she was putting me into. I glanced down. A red rubber catsuit it seemed. I trembled a bit then, rubber being a bit of a thing for me. I’d never been able to get a catsuit of it, not on a student’s budget, but I’d always wanted to wear one. Now it seems my kidnapper, my Mistress, was realizing another of my fantasies.

I didn’t give her any trouble when she freed my arms, not that she took any chances anyway. One wrist always remained chained up above my head so even if I had managed to knock her away, I just would’ve dangled there until she recovered, and then likely started the beatings all over again. Soon enough the catsuit was fully on. Next came a rubber Gwendoline hood, covering up my entire head except for my eyes and nose “So I can look at your pretty green eyes Davey”. Finally my arms were pulled gently but firmly behind my back and a rubber armbinder was pulled up, sealing them in place behind my back. Straps were run from the armbinder around my shoulders and chest, further cementing them in place.

I whiffled into my gag as I felt the zipper draw open over my ass. A firm open handed spank to my rubber encased ass cheek quieted me. Then I felt the unmistakable sensation of a rubber plug being thrust up into my ass. She was still fairly gentle, but despite all my moaning and groaning to the contrary, the thing eventually was shoved up and into place. The empty feeling that the enema had left behind was ruthlessly filled by the rubber intruder.

That now done she tugged the collar back into place, making sure it sat above the edges of the hood and catsuit. Snapping the lead back onto the ring at the front of the collar she led me back upstairs once more. Leaving the kitchen and dining area as we passed, she led me into a room where a large tv dominated the far wall. Arrayed in front were a selection of luxurious looking leather couches, as well as two coffee tables in front of them. She sat on one of the larger couches and tugged me down to sit on it as well.

“Come here my little sub. Your Mistress wants some cuddle time with you.” She pulled me up and onto her chest, my head resting on her breasts once more. I gave a contented moan as she began stroking my rubber encased head and body. “There see? You just need to accept your place in life, as my slave, and you can be happy. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little video to watch with you…”

“Mmph?”

“Here we go.” She flicked a button on the remote and the tv sprang to life. A black title screen popped up with the words, A JOURNEY INTO BONDAGE in white. These faded away and then a video started playing. My eyes widened as I saw the grainy self-bondage video I had posted, my first one ever, on the bondage forum.

“Mmmph!”

“Hush now, just watch.”

The video played out quickly, it had been a fairly quick session, and then a series of screen captions were presented, one after another. Screen grabs from the bondage sites forums, screen grabs from chat forums and private messages, all centered on me. My activity on the forum, my increasing efforts to tie myself up and escape into a bondage fantasy land. It showed me that final night of roleplaying, where I had unknowingly been going back and forth with the woman who now held me as her slave. Where I confessed that exactly what she had done to me over the past however long was my deepest fantasy. Then overlayed with that the words A SUB IN NEED OF AN OWNER

“Mmmph!?”

“Oooh, it’s getting to my favourite part too Davey.” She hugged me tightly.

Now it sped through pictures of her. Pictures of her getting ready for the day, preparing her dungeon, posing in various outfits. In spite of myself I grinned under my gag and hood. The whole thing was just surreal. Like one of those before and after picture and video sets of best friends. It finished with a final pic of her staring into the camera, holding a collar with slave embossed on it. Then the pictures faded away and another video started playing.

I immediately recognized my room at my home. My old home I guess. I saw myself come in, and then dump out my bondage supplies. I grunted in recognition. This was the day. This was from my webcam. She had filmed the entire thing! I watched as I tied myself up, hooded, plugged, and gagged, and then crouched down to lock myself in place. I watched the minutes tick by, as I rolled around on the floor, enjoying the feeling of being bound, completely ignorant of just how radically my life was about to change. Then, sure enough, a shadow feel across my past self’s struggling form. I recognized my Mistress as she crept past me, spending long moments staring at me as I struggled in my restraints.

Soon she was up on top of the bed, fiddling away with my butt plug remote. I moaned as I realized that she had been there so early on. Before I had even gone to get the keys it had already been over. I’d never had a chance. I whimpered a little into my gag at that realization, and she made soothing sounds next to me, stroking my rubber encased head and face.

“Shhh. It’s ok Davey. Just keep watching, you’re going to end up safely in your new home in no time at all.”

And sure enough I watched as she followed my struggling form out of the room. After a few minutes I saw her arm come back into the shot and close it. A full five minutes went by and then the door was jerked violently open as she piled into the room, dragging me with her. I watched as she held me still while my roommate was in the house, then swiftly went about disciplining me and securing me for transport. I watched the whole thing, my entire subjugation at her capable hands, as I was bound up, dressed up, and leashed. Just as she was leading me out of the bedroom door, to where her vehicle was waiting to take me here, my new home apparently, she turned and gave the webcam a saucy little wink and blown kiss.

“Mmmmph!”

“See, I told you. You never had anything to worry about. No chance of escape, no chance that you’d have to miss the opportunity to be owned by me.” She kept up her ministrations, now adding a low level vibration from the butt plug embedded in my rear.

Then a final picture, taken last night I guessed, popped up onto the screen. It showed me in the cage last night, completely covered in my catsuit and hood, tightly hogtied, and with the earphones buzzing their seductive tones into me all night long. The caption simply read: TRAINING BEGINS

She hugged me tightly once again, “I just wanted to show you that Davey. I’m going to keep up a little video and photo journal of our journey together. Me as your Mistress and you as my little bondage slave. I’ll keep adding to it as we go. It’ll be like our own family album!”

I gave a half-hearted growl at this, but she just laughed, “Oh hush. You’ll appreciate it in time. Meanwhile we can watch something else that maybe doesn’t hit so close to home hmm?” She flicked through channels, ending up on some sitcom that I vaguely remember seeing at some point previously. She shifted around and pulled me in tighter to her. Surprising myself I snuggled into her as well, her tight embrace giving me, weirdly, a sense of security in this crazy world I was in. Should I be thinking like this? I brushed that thought aside. After this morning I just wanted some semblance of normalcy and lying on a couch watching random tv shows with someone, even if I was in tight rubber clothes and strict bondage, was about as close to normal as I was going to get.

“Mmmm, I’m glad you enjoy snuggling Davey, because I love snuggling up to rubber slaves when they’re all bound up and helpless. If you keep up this good behaviour this could become a little routine before bed for us. A few hours of bondage snuggles while watching tv.” She leaned down and kissed the top of my head while continuing to massage my head and shoulders, “You’ll be a good little slave for me now won’t you Davey?”

I found myself giving an uncertain nod in reply…