I drifted in a wonderful state of near wakefulness. I had had my favourite dream again. Some crazy dominatrix had kidnapped me for a life of slavery. I began to stretch out, but my hand wouldn’t unclench from the fist it was in. What the hell? I opened my eyes, but that didn’t make things any better. My vision remained dark. “Mmmph!?”

I couldn’t talk. I could taste rubber. That’s when it all came back. It hadn’t been a dream. I really was naked, hooded, bound, and in a cage in some lady’s apartment. I tried making some more noise through my gag, but it was all fairly faint. I began moving around, trying to get into a comfortable sitting position. The rattle of chains reminding me that my wrists were shackled together. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep, and I had no idea if it was only minutes after I’d been put in the cage, or hours. As I shifted I was made acutely aware that the chastity device and butt plug were still firmly in place. The latter the likely cause of just how tight the cage around my cock had become.

I reviewed the events preceding my imprisonment quickly. Could Mistress Caitlin actually be serious about keeping me as her slave? That just wasn’t something that people did, even kinky dommes. Right? It’s gotta just be some intense role play that she’s doing. I clung to that thought. She probably just wants to immerse me as much as possible in kink before the session is over. This is a special intro session, so maybe she does this for all her new clients? That’s probably it.

All further thoughts of my predicament were brought to a halt as I heard the clicking of high heeled boots. I straightened up onto all fours, “Mmmmph!”

“Aww, good morning to you too slave!” Mistress Caitlin’s cheerful voice was slightly muffled by the hood, but there was no mistaking she was in a fine mood, “Did you sleep well?”

I grunted a few times in response. I suppose I had at that, despite the cage and bonds. I heard the heels stop outside the cage, and then I felt her hand running along the side of my leather encased head. I moaned at the touch and thrust my head up towards her. She chuckled at my reaction, and patted me on the head, “Let’s get you out of this cage huh? Are you hungry?”

I gave an emphatic “MMM!” to this. I had just discovered that I was, in fact, starving. Being held captive against my will by a beautiful dominatrix gave me an appetite. Never would’ve guessed.

I heard the cage door swing open in front of me and I crawled forward, my balled up hands being useless for anything other than walking on all fours at this point. I felt a hand at my collar fiddling with something, and then the sound of the leash being snapped on. I felt her give it a couple tugs to get me moving off to the side, and I followed along behind her mmph’ing into my gag. The pressure on the leash slackened and I stopped where I was, resting back on my legs. I felt her hands around my head once again, and then blinked in surprise as the blindfold was removed.

Mistress Caitlin smiled down at me, sitting in her chair again where I had first begun my bondage journey, “Ready for breakfast?” I nodded eagerly.

She grabbed a bowl from the table next to her, filled with oatmeal, and set it down in front of me. As she reached back I noticed my wallet sitting on the table as well, the cash I had brought with me neatly stacked beside it. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was taking the tribute after all. This was still just a scene, just some very convincing roleplay. Then she leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag, finally releasing my mouth from its enforced bondage.

“Gaah. Thank you Mistress.” I mumbled, flexing my jaw.

“You’re welcome slave. Now, start eating.” Her smile lengthened as I looked at the bowl and then at my balled up and useless hands.

“Mistress I—”

“Slaves must understand that hands, like many other things you once took for granted, are a privilege. Not a right. Use your mouth. Eat like a little puppy.”

Her gaze locked onto mine and for a moment I was frozen. Then she picked up a crop from the table and caressed my leather encased cheek with it, “C’mon now slave. Eat your breakfast. Or you go back into the cage with no food for a few more hours.”

My stomach growled its opposition to this in no uncertain terms. Hunger winning over pride momentarily I ducked my head and began lapping and slurping up the oatmeal. It was tinged with brown sugar and maple, surprisingly quite good for a dungeon breakfast. At least, so I assumed.

As I ate Caitlin traced the crop over my still mostly naked body, running it up and down my back, arms, and legs. Then as I paused to swallow a mouthful she slapped it down onto my rear, prompting a muffled yelp.

She giggled at my response and smacked me again, “Keep eating slave, I just love your reactions.”

I bent back down to my task and she continued to run her crop over every bit of my exposed body that she could reach. Every now and then she gave me a playful whack with the crop, whenever I slowed in eating my food. By the time I had finished my breakfast my ass was tingling all over and, I’m guessing, quite pink from the impacts.

Mistress Caitlin placed the crop back on the table for a moment and fiddled with something on the table. The butt plug inside me suddenly buzzed to life and I let out a loud moan. My cock immediately pushed up against its plastic prison hard, raring to go. I heard her snap her fingers and saw her point down at her boots. I shuffled over, trying my best not to shift my rubber friend in my rear, but there was no comfortable way to move without feeling it shift inside me. As I lowered my head to begin worshipping her boots once more she picked the crop back up and laid another smart smack onto my upraised butt.

I yelped, prompting another laugh, “Don’t let me distract you from your morning duties slave. I need my boots nice and clean for today. You may be able to loll around in your bondage, but it’s still a work day for me.”

“Mmph?” I grunted around a mouthful of her boot, my eyes looking up at her.

“I’m having a few clients over. They booked with me before I knew I’d be keeping you a while longer.”

I whimpered into her boot, my eyes filling with worry. Playing around with a professional dominatrix was one thing. But another person? Some random guy or girl who could see me?

She clucked at the look I gave her, “What you think this is the first time I’ve had subs play together at the same time? You’ll be wearing a nice rubber catsuit plus your hood. And a few other things. No one will be able to tell it’s you inside all that. And you’ll have your blindfold on so that you can’t see them. Ok?”

I nodded, cautious relief flooding through me. This intro session was clearly going to carry on for a while, but at least no one was going to see me completely naked and collared at Caitlin’s feet.

“You’re my slave little one. I take your well-being seriously.” She stroked my hooded head as I continued to kiss and lick her boots, “Now do a good job or I’ll have to really lay into you with my crop.”

I grunted and redoubled my efforts. My rear had had enough of that crop thank you very much. Though the vibrations…gaaaaah. They were just enough to keep me on edge with the damned chastity cage. A slightly varying tease that kept me on edge and nothing else. Damn it.

I spent a good twenty minutes on her boots, going up and down and up again, covering every inch. I only earned a few more whacks with her crop, but that just seemed to be more for her amusement than anything else. Once she was satisfied she stood up, snapping a leash to my collar again and leading me out of the main dungeon room down the hallway, this time entering the second room on the right. A large desk was set up with a fairly high end computer along one wall. Along another were a series of shelves housing an impressive collection of boots interspersed with mannequin heads with varying types of bondage headgear. Along a final wall was a large closet with one door opened, revealing a double rack of fetish outfits all in leather, latex, or rubber.

Mistress Caitlin clicked her tongue and gave the leash a tug as she brought me inside, directing me through the leash to end up in the middle of the room, facing the closet. She looped the end of the leash onto a ring protruding from the desk behind me and then went to the closet, shifting the first rack of clothing aside to look deeper. I watched her with a little tremor of trepidation, both excited and nervous for my own fetish outfit. This was so far beyond what I’d asked for in my session, but Mistress Caitlin apparently believed in going all out for her newbies. To the point of making them think she was keeping them as her personal slaves. Top notch actress.

“Ha!” I heard her exclaim as she found what she had been looking for. She straightened out from the closet, hauling out a black rubber catsuit. My eyes lit up as I saw it come out of the closet and Caitlin smiled at my reaction, “Glad you approve slave. This is going to be your go to outfit during your training. I love rubber bondage sluts, and you are going to be the best rubber bondage slut for me aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress!” I responded, my voice steadier than it had been in the past few hours. I had always wanted to wear a rubber catsuit and now a beautiful dominatrix was going to confine me in one. Dreams really do come true I suppose. She shifted me closer to the desk and then had me stand up, the leash fairly tight as I stood straight.

She started at my feet, tugging the slippery material over my feet and up my legs. I gloried in the feeling of the tight rubber slowly encasing me. She made it all the way up to my thighs, taking care to trail her fingers across my naked flesh as she went, prompting little tremours and trembles to race up my spine. I shuddered a few times as she went, drawing smiles from her as she concentrated on tugging the catsuit into place. Making it to just below my waist her fingers danced across my caged manhood, a playful smile twisting her lips.

“Bet you wish your cock was free right now don’t you slave? My fingers, a rubber catsuit, and your penis? Sounds like a match made in kinky heaven.”

“Ye—Yes Mistress,” I stammered, clenching and unclenching my balled up hands in desperation. I just needed…needed…her touch. Just something. Something other than hard plastic. God I wanted to cum so badly right there and then.

“Aww.” She traced her fingers once more over my caged penis and then suddenly jerked the catsuit material up, my crotch and waist swallowed by the black rubber, “Sucks to be you then doesn’t it?”

“Nooo. Mistress please, please. I need…please…I just want…I want to cum!” I begged as she kept tugging the material up higher, now enclosing my chest in the tight rubber.

“Does it look like I’m done with you yet slave?” Caitlin gave me a gentle slap on my hooded face, “I’m not going to allow you to climax without earning it. That’s hardly conducive to your training as a slave is it? You need to realize I’m in control. Of you, of your body, of your orgasms. By the time I’m done with you I’ll be in charge of your mind, of your entire life. So if you make any more silly demands like that I’ll bend you over the strap on bench again and give you another good fucking. Got it?” Her tone sharpened at the end.

I nodded quickly, a little whimper escaping my mouth.

“Good boy. Now stay still while I finish getting this on you.” She turned to the arms now, only unbuckling and unlocking one of the bondage mitts at a time and then feeding that arm through the sleeve. Once the catsuit was fully on she zipped it up the back, enclosing the high collar of the suit over the zip and then relocking my collar over top of it, sealing me into the suit. The only way I was getting out of it would be by unlocking the collar around my neck, which she had the key for. I found myself unconsciously rubbing at my rubber covered body, loving the feeling of the rubber encasing me. Restricting me.

“Hands behind your back slave.” Caitlin chivvied me around and then drew my arms into an armbinder she had selected, bringing them snugly behind my back. Further snicks of padlocks told me this was another restraint that she would have complete control over. Geez she loved her locks. There had to be at least four for the armbinder alone! With that done she went over to one of the shelves that supported her boot collection and picked out a pair of knee high boots. A small wide heeled pair I noted as she brought them over to me. Without a word she bent and began tugging them onto my feet. A few minutes of zipping and buckling later I stood in my first pair of fetish boots, a little unsure of how I felt about it. Not that Mistress Caitlin gave me much chance to consider what was going on.

“Down, on your knees.”

I struggled down to my knees, made slightly more difficult by the armbinder and the boots. She positioned me next to the desk and then opened a drawer, from which she drew an involved panel gag and a thick leather blindfold. The panel gag had a deep blue ball on the inside, and this was swiftly forced into my mouth, the medley of straps going over my hooded head to be buckled tightly behind it. The blindfold was held up in front of my eyes and, slightly surprising myself, I thrust my head forward to press my face into it. From the approving cluck that Caitlin made, I had apparently impressed her, at least a little bit. I felt a small glow at that, then just as quickly felt a little foolish. I had just willingly blindfolded myself and felt proud of that. I gave my head a little shake at that.

“Don’t give it too much thought slave.” Caitlin whispered from next to my ear, “You responded instinctually to please your Mistress. That’s a good thing. Don’t second guess yourself.” Damn. Is this woman some sort of psychic? She seemed to know my exact thought processes about all of this!

The squeak of the chair rolling up next to me announced her sitting down. Next I felt the pressure of her hands pressing me down to curl into a bit of a ball, my chest pressing into my folded legs. Then I felt the weight of her booted feet press down onto me and I realized I was being used as a footstool! The telltale sounds of the computer booting up further added to my blend of excitement, shame, and nervousness. She was using me like any other object or possession, simply going about the rest of her day, with a bound rubber slave at her feet. My caged cock throbbed at the thought and I moaned through my gag. In response the vibrations in my rear, never having stopped, kicked up a notch. I groaned. This was pure torture. Despite everything she had done to me I still hadn’t cum and desperately wanted to. I needed release. And the only way to get it seemingly was by getting to the end of this newbie session.

I’m not sure how long exactly I spent in that position, curled up at her feet as she click clacked away on her keyboard. I guessed that she was responding to emails, possibly emailing with clients old and new. I thought back to my own emails with her and wondered whether she had had a slave much like me in the position I was in now as she had written to me. Maybe as she had reassured me about it being my first time some other young man or woman had suffered in tight bondage at her feet, locked in chastity, plugged, and teased relentlessly. I groaned at the thought, my already throbbing cock somehow managing to become even tighter within the cage. So many people writing back and forth with Mistress Caitlin, all unaware that as she wrote her booted feet rested comfortably on my bound arms and back, my helpless form a ball of rubber and bondage in front of her.

A sudden knock sounded, dragging me out of my bondage fantasy, back into my bondage reality.

“Mmph!?”

“I told you that I’m seeing clients today. That’s the first one arriving now.” I felt her remove her feet from my back and then suddenly her arms were underneath my own, pulling me up onto my feet, “Let’s go meet our playmate hmm?”

I gave a nervous assenting grunt and she pulled me along, stumbling blindly along in her wake, guided only by the tug of the leash. I had a vague sense of opening up as we came out of the hallway back into the main area. Without stopping she strode directly to the door, tugging me along. I heard the slight creak of the door as she tugged it open.

“C’mon in.” Her greeting was warm, just like mine had been, though there was a bit of a more business like edge to it that I hadn’t heard when she had ordered me into her lair.

I heard a soft gasp from whoever had just come in as they saw me standing behind Mistress Caitlin, fully done up in rubber and leather, completely encased. Blindfolded and gagged. Utterly unaware of my surroundings save through a vaguely retained sense of touch and my muffled hearing.

“I thought that since you’ve been such a good slave for me, paying your chastity taxes on time, that I’d let you session with my personal slave. You don’t have a problem with that do you?”

“None at all Mistress, thank you!” The voice was definitely male, fairly young if my muffled hearing wasn’t playing tricks with my mind.

“Excellent. Now, place your tribute on the counter and then strip. When you’ve finished you may enter the dungeon.”

With that I felt her turn and move past me, pulling me along behind her. I grumbled into my gag a bit at the sudden turn in directions and she slapped my ass in warning, “None of that now slut. I’ll just get you set up now for this next bit.”

I was marched over into the dungeon. From the number of paces I took I was pretty sure I was on the far side of the room, near where Mistress Caitlin had first taken me with her strapon. She forced me down onto my knees and then with a quick couple of clicks connected my ankle restraints with a ring on the back of my armbinder. I was in a fairly restrictive kneeling hogtie now, not able to get up but not overly tight. I felt her attaching something onto my left thigh and then something round press up against my chastity cage.

“A little friend for you to help you enjoy this joint session,” She whispered softly into my ear.

I moaned at this and she gave a satisfied chuckle before standing and leaving me alone.

I heard some muted conversation on the far side of the room as she began her session with her client. I couldn’t make out much, partly because of the hood, but also because as she began speaking the vibrator near my cock buzzed to life, sending vibrations shooting through my crotch and firmly concentrating my mind on that.

“MMMMMMM!” I moaned loudly.

I heard her laugh, now closer as she apparently led her new captive over near me. I heard the rustle and belting of leather straps somewhere in front of me and surmised that he was being strapped down to the strapon bench.

“Are you ready to have your dick unlocked slave?” I heard her ask

His response was too low or garbled for me to her through the hood and vibrations but I did hear her laugh, “Well I’m not going to touch it when I do unlock it. You’ll need to achieve your orgasm solely from my strap on. Or you can elect to keep your cage on, I’ll tease you for an hour or so, and then I’ll send you home unlocked to achieve release on your own. Up to you, but if you want to achieve release with me it’ll be with a strapon and another follow on two weeks of enforced chastity. What say you bitch?”

I heard a plaintive whine. Whatever he had indicated seemed to have been towards release because soon I heard the telltale, and now well known to me, grunts of having a strapon forced into one’s rear. There was a few moments of silence and then suddenly I felt fingers undoing my blindfold, stripping it away from my face. I found myself seeing a scene that was probably exactly what I had looked like when I had been strapped down. Completely secured in leather straps the poor guy’s head encased in another of her full leather hoods. I could see that she had clearly unlocked whatever cage had enclosed his penis, and that she had stuck her strapon deeply into his ass. A large ball gag shone bright red from his mouth as he grunted and shifted around, trying to ease the discomfort in his ass.

“I’m going to let my rubber slut watch as I fuck you slave. He gets to witness you ejaculating from no other stimulation apart from having a rubber cock up your ass. Ready for your orgasm?”

The other slave mmph’d and bucked at this, but she was already behind him, re-buckling her harness into place. Then she was moving, her hips grinding back and forth, digging her rubber intruder deeply into him, and eventually settling into a steady rhythm. His plaintive cries swiftly turned into moans of desire and I saw his hips begin to buck and move in time with her own. Caitlin was smiling, first down at her slave as he reacted to the strap on fucking, and then over at me, winking as she drove in deep with another thrust. The vibrations against my own chastity cage kicked up again and I screamed in restrained desire, the sound coming out more as a very load groan through my thick gag. I think I was getting desperate enough I would take the deal this poor guy had clearly taken!

Soon enough his cock stiffened under the anal assault and then as she drove in once more her captive let out a strangled yelp as he jetted all over the side of the strapon bench. He seemed to melt into the bench, sobbing in what was likely a mix of relief and shame. Caitlin leaned over him, letting out a long sensuous “Mmmmmmmmmm”

“I do love slave boys who like to get fucked. And sluts who save themselves just for me.” She chuckled at that as she bent done, still keeping her strapon deep within him, and fished up his discarded chastity device, buckling the plastic prison back into place. As she clicked the lock into place her captive let out a mournful moan.

“Tsk-tsk slave, I told you if you came with me it was another two weeks in your little cage. Maybe if you are extra generous with your tribute next week I’ll allow you a monitored release at home. Maybe. If I feel you’ve earned it.”

With that she slid out of him in one smooth motion, prompting another strangled sound from him. She walked back over to me, reapplying the blindfold after giving me a quick kiss on the nose.

“You were such a good little rubber slut.” She whispered into my ear, “Now be patient while I finish with him ok? Then we can finish up here and get you on your way.”

I mmph’d in affirmation. This had been a really amazing experience but I was definitely ready to be released. And maybe given release by her as well. I felt the vibrator die down and the butt plug lapse into quiescence as well. Everything was quiet within and without me now, granting me some unlooked for peace. Now that it stopped I was no longer sure I wanted it to. Damn it I wanted to cum!

I listened as she slowly unstrapped her client from the bench. Her soothing ministrations coaxed him back from whatever sub space he had achieved during the session, getting him ready to face the outside world again, albeit with the symbol of her control tightly locked around his cock. I wondered vaguely how many of her clients were kept in chastity in between sessions. Was this something that would happen to me as well? Or were these long term clients of hers? Mistress Caitlin seemed more and more a woman of powerful dominance if she could seemingly so effortlessly convince her clients to surrender themselves to enforced chastity. All controlled by her. Damn now I reeeeally wanted to cum.

Wait they were talking now, having moved away from me back towards the curtained opening to the outer room.

“Wow, Mistress that was absolutely incredible! Knowing that your other slave was watching while you took me was just…well. Words fail me I guess.”

I heard her chuckle at that, “I thought you might like that. He’s my new full time submissive. Still in training, as you can tell from his little outbursts, but I’m sure if you behave yourself you’ll be able to see more of him.”

I grunted at this. Full time submissive? She must not want to give away that I was a newbie who just happened to get jumbled up in her schedule of other clients. Right? Or maybe this had been a planned part of her roleplay? Her…very extensive roleplay. Right. Had to be.

I missed the rest of their conversation as she gently ushered him back out the door. Within a few minutes he was gone and I was once again alone with Mistress Caitlin in her dungeon.

 She came back over to me and I felt her hands again running over my rubber enclosed body. I groaned at this touch, thrusting myself towards it, desperate for some kind of release now.

“There’s a good boy,” She murmured, caressing one leather covered cheek, “Now let’s get you sorted out.”

She bent over behind me and released the chain snap holding me in the upright hogtie. Her fingers played around with the strap behind my head and soon the blindfold fell away, to reveal her smiling visage in front of me. I couldn’t help but give a shy smile in return, though that was covered by the hood and gag. She chuckled, “My what a cute little blush you have slave. You are just adorable aren’t you?” I felt myself blush further, prompting another chuckle from Caitlin.

Hauling me upright by the arms she tugged me by the leash to stand near the curtained opening of the dungeon. She hung the leash wrist strap over a hook while she puttered around, collecting up this and that, and generally tidying up the front area. I patiently stood there, sure that my ordeal was coming to an end. Then, as she came back I noticed a bag near the door. All my clothes were folded up and piled neatly within it, as well as my shoes and everything else that I had come in with. The hell?

“Alright slave we are going to go for a bit of a walk now, the final little bit to your stay here.”

I vigorously shook my head at this, bleating my displeasure at the thought of going out in public dressed as I was. I had already been seen by a fellow bondage lover, but going outside? Into public? Hell no!

Caitlin grabbed my collar and yanked me in close, “Stop!” I immediately quieted down at the look in her eyes. I whined through my gag.

“Don’t worry about going out. The folks in this building are used to me occasionally walking my slaves around. You’re still anonymous in your rubber outfit. No one but me will know who you are. Okay?” She ran a hand soothingly over my hooded face, “I take your privacy very seriously. The only two people in the world who know who you are and know that you are my slave are you and I.”

I gave a nervous nod at that. She smiled and kissed my forehead, “Good boy. Now let’s go.”

She picked up the bag with my clothes and effects and then swung the door open. Giving me a tug to get me moving she led me out of the room and into the apartment’s hallway. I had been half expecting to find people moving around and immediately be embarrassed to be seen being led around on a leash, but the hallway was mercifully deserted. She strode away towards the elevator, pulling me along in her wake. In spite of her reassuring words inside her place I was getting worried. Surely if her game was ending I should have been getting dressed inside right? Or if this was just a walk as the final part of her newbie session, why was she taking all my stuff with her? Could she actually have been serious about keeping me as her slave? I mentally shook my head. That couldn’t be it. People just didn’t do that. Did they?

Those thoughts carried me along to stand just behind her at the elevator. They broke off as the elevator dinged open and a woman stepped out of the elevator. She looked to be around the same age as Mistress Caitlin, with bright red hair as opposed to my Mistress’ blonde. Her face creased in a bright smile as she saw Caitlin, the smile turning a little devious as she took in me and my predicament.

“Caitlin! Found another one I see eh?” Her voice had a cute lilt to it. Coupled with the smile she flashed my way it made for quite the adorable combination. Not someone I would have ever had the confidence to talk to, or even get close to. Not that I had to make any of those kinds of calculations now that Mistress Caitlin had so thoroughly restrained me.

“Yes, a cute little newbie. I took quite a shine to him during his initial session. He’s quite an industrious little boot licker. How’s Sarah working out for you?”

“Better. That week she spent with you seems to have acclimated her to her role. I’m just headed back to check in on her now. We’re going to have a cozy little movie night.” The lady grinned.

“Well I won’t keep you then. Got to get this one packed up and on his way.” Caitlin tugged me forward, giving my ass a swat as I stumbled past. I yelped into my gag and both women laughed. They made their goodbyes and Caitlin pulled me into the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage.

Caitlin turned to me and smiled. My eyes were full of questions about the other lady and she seemed to read my mind once more, “Curious about Anne and Sarah?”

I nodded cautiously.

“Well the two of them were sharing an apartment. Anne was a little more grounded and settled, Sarah wasn’t doing a whole lot to pitch in or further herself. They’re friends but Anne was getting a little annoyed. So one night the three of us were over at my place, just a girl’s night in, and Sarah got a little tipsy and started asking about my work. One thing led to another and eventually she was in an outfit much like you are wearing, having a grand old time.”

“While she was enjoying herself Anne asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking Jess through my slave training course. She was tired of carrying both of them through life and figured if Sarah was so eager to try bondage she’d make a perfect little bondage maid.”

“Mmmph!?”

Caitlin chuckled, “Well what are friend’s for slave? Sarah stayed with me as my slave in training for a full week. At first she thought it was just a little joke we were playing on her. Eventually I got through to her and she accepted her collar and new place in life. She’s been serving Anne ever since. Going on a month now I think. My methods work quite well slave. As you’ll discover.”

Any reaction I could have to that little speech was interrupted as the elevator dinged and Caitlin tugged me out of it into the parking garage. Directly in front of us was a large black panel van, and she pulled me over to it, lining me up behind the double doors at its back. She pulled a key out and opened the doors, pulling them open with a flourish.

“MMmmph!” I grunted in surprise, and not a little worry, as I beheld the interior.

It had been completely converted into a rolling mobile dungeon. One wall was racked with a more limited, though still impressive, selection of restraints, gags, and punishment implements. Along the back, closer to the front of the vehicle, there was a mid-sized cage, clearly meant for transporting slaves in the back. Along the other wall were a collection of chains hanging from the wall and tie down points. She chivvied me up quickly into the back of the vehicle and had me kneel down, facing the cage. Oh God. Oh God. Was this really happening? Was this…? I desperately clung to a hope that she was maybe just going to drive me around a bit like this and maybe drop me at home. Maybe. She wouldn’t kidnap me. You just can’t do that kind of thing!

She crouched down in front of me, her fingers fiddling with my chastity device. Suddenly I felt the hard plastic fall away and I gave a delighted grunt. All thoughts of what her intentions were briefly fled my mind as I felt her cool soft hand stroke my shaft. I was instantly erect, mmph’ing loudly into my gag. I thrust myself forward into her hand and she laughed.

“I promised you release before we left didn’t I? This is your last orgasm from your old life though slave. As soon as you cum you’re going to need to earn any future orgasms through good behaviour.”

Her hand was stroking me up and down as she spoke. I groaned into my gag, my hips thrusting in time with her hand. I was only half listening as she continued.

“My work dungeon isn’t really the place to keep you right now. Too little space for a new slave. But my home is outside the city, to the south. Lots of space, very private. I usually run my long term programs out there as I’ve got the ability to play with my sluts inside and outside. You’ll love it there slave, and I’ve got enough rubber outfits to keep you fully bound and encased in rubber 24/7. God you’re going to make such a cute little rubber slut.”

I moaned at her words, cresting closer to the edge.

“Do you want to cum slut?”

I frantically nodded my head, thrusting into her hand. The butt plug suddenly buzzed to life and I shrieked in ecstasy into my gag.

“Cum for me slave. Cum for me now!”

I exploded. Shooting my load forward, shuddering in bliss as my built up pressure finally exited in one thunderous motion. I shuddered and shivered, slumping forward into her arms, whimpering in exhaustion into my gag.

She cooed into my ear, stroking my back and arms, “There we are. Good boy. Very good boy, slave.”

I felt hard plastic close again around my rapidly shrinking penis and growled into my gag.

“Now now, I told you that orgasms must be earned from now on.”

“Mmmph?”

“Oh you are just so innocent aren’t you? So cute. Did you actually think this was a roleplay slave?” She laughed, pushing me farther into the van, swinging the door of the cage open, “I mean, I’m a good actress slave. Maybe not that good though. I’m taking you to my home. You won’t be leaving it for some time. Maybe you’ll be trained enough to accompany me to the fetish weekend that’s happening in a month. If you’re good.”

“Mmmmph!”

“Nope, you’re mine sweetheart.” The cage door slammed shut. My eyes locked on hers, filled with pleading. Hope drained out of me as I finally realized that she had been deadly serious about this from the start. None of this had been a joke, or roleplay, or anything apart from her honestly stated intent to keep me as her rubber bondage plaything. I was torn between fear and lust. I mean on the one hand, kidnapping. On the other hand though, that orgasm had been…pretty incredible. It wouldn’t be that bad, to be her slave. Would it?

I shook my head, what the hell was I thinking!? Of course it would be bad! This was kidnapping! Sexy as it was I didn’t want to throw my whole life away to be this woman’s slave!

I yelled into my gag but that didn’t come through as anything more than muted growls and noise. She gave my head a pat through the bars.

“I know it’s a little much to think about right now slave, but that’s the beauty of your new position. You can leave all the thinking, all the difficult decisions to me from now on. All you need to do, each and every day, is decide to serve me properly and well. Do that and you’ll love your time with me. You might even earn the privilege of getting to fuck me. Don’t do that though,” her eyes sharpened on me, “Well…I can be quite…exacting in my corrections.” I shivered at that.

She flashed me another smile and then clambered out of the van’s rear, slamming the doors shut. I was immediately plunged into darkness, all I could see were the vague shapes of the cage bars in front of me. I felt the roar of the van’s engine as she started it up. I struggled in my rubber and leather prison, but I knew there was no way in hell I was escaping from her bonds.

The van pulled slowly out of the underground parking lot, Caitlin at the wheel. Me, her unwilling bondage slave, bound and caged in the back. Off to her home and my new life of service in rubber. I could hear her humming happily to herself through the thin partition as she drove.

All of this had been real. I was really being kidnapped for a life of rubber bondage slavery. Mistress Caitlin was really going to keep me. I wasn’t getting free from her anytime soon. But as I grinded my hips into the rubberized floor of the van the traitorous little thought kept popping up in the back of my mind: Did I even want to get free?

 

I guess it’s going to be a much more in depth intro to BDSM than I had ever thought I’d be receiving.