I was lost.

Lost in a sea of sensation.

There I was, kneeling under my Mistress' office desk. Tightly bound, the pumped up gag confining my moans and groans to the faintest of whimpers. My rubber friend in my rear buzzing away contentedly, propelling me along in my little fantasy realm. With the total, and tight, enclosure of the leather hood I was in my own little world. The only outside stimuli being my Mistress' legs propped up on my back, and her ranging musical playlist. Most of the songs were simply good music. Some, such as one that had timed extraordinarily well with a powerful pulse from the butt plug, were rather more pointedly about my situation.

I have no idea how long exactly I was kept there, locked in a submissive kneeling position, with my captress nonchalantly resting her feet on my back. Conducting some manner of business, that was clear enough. I didn't care though. I was experiencing bliss. The most bliss I could remember ever being in. It even challenged the movie watching moment I had shared with her before my abortive escape attempt. Especially as I felt a deeper connection to her now. Beyond simple exhaustion and a desire to just rest. To just be at peace. No. Now I was happy, weirdly. Weirdly happy that I was kneeling here, in bondage, under this woman's office desk. Happy that I was her (shudder) slave. Gotta be honest, my mind may not have been totally straight at this point.

I bit down hard on the massively inflated gag as the butt plug suddenly roared briefly up onto a higher setting, a load groan echoing around in my hooded enclosure. It stayed up at that level for seemingly endless seconds before dropping back down, down to the low murmur that it had maintained while I was cleaning earlier. The music too began to slowly fade away, though I could still hear very little. I felt the pressure on my back, the presence of her feet, suddenly leave. Her hands caressed my hooded head. I shivered and thrust my head up into her hands. Man, I was just a sucker for these hooded head rubs.

With a pat on my head, and a faintly heard "good boy" she turned her attention to unlocking me from my static position under her desk. Once freed from her locks and snaps she hauled me forth, standing my upright. The gag, mercifully, was deflated slowly, easing the pressure on my jaws. I let out a grateful sigh of relief, getting a little swat to my ass.

"Quiet down Davey," she murmured, her tone playful but firm.

Next the gag was removed, and the hood followed soon thereafter, leaving me blinking and squinting in the light. I was standing in her office still, with my Mistress' bent over form rummaging around in the box of bondage supplies she had next to her desk. I stood still, my arms locked in front of me, and my mouth for once free of any restraint. It was a very weird feeling. But I still wasn't sure where I stood exactly vis-a-vis being allowed to speak without being expressly asked a question. I decided silence would be the wiser policy. I had just narrowly escaped her wrath with that damned security system thinking I was escaping. Plus that last...however long. That had been just...wonderful. Gah. She was definitely getting to me.

She came back to me, my earlier cleaning tools in her hands a grin plastered on her face. I groaned inwardly. Maybe outwardly too, because I got a light slap across the face and a wagging finger,

"Now now Davey. You didn't finish your task. In fact you made me interupt my own work to come and fetch you. And" Here she prodded me in the chest a few times, "You just got to have a nice relaxing mini iso session with bondage, music, and your buzzing friend. You've just been spoiled rotten haven't you?"

"Mistress can't I--"

She clamped a hand over my mouth, firmly but not unpleasantly, "You need to do some work before you get to relax. Otherwise I might just think you need to spend some extra time locked away. You do want to get released from that cruel little cage don't you?"

I don't think I ever nodded so hard in my life. Surprised she was able to keep ahold of my face it was moving so fast.

She laughed, "Alright then. Hold still, and I'll get you all set up."

She began rebinding me into my previous cleaning ensemble. I stood as still as I could, balancing in the damned heeled boots she had stuck me in. I had to squat slightly as she reapplied the weird panel/cleaning gag and then screwed the feather duster into its slot again. Within just a few minutes I was once again her little bondage maid, ready for cleaning duties. She took hold of my arm and guided me out of her office back into the guest bedroom. Then she sauntered back over to the doorway and flashed another one of her smiles at me. It was just so totally unfair that she could be this charming and cute. Gah.

"Ok Davey, here's the deal. I'm going to set a time limit for your cleaning. In addition to tidying up the guest bedroom with your little duster, I also want you to clean my office. To finish up you'll sweep the hallway and stairs. You've got enough slack in your chains this time around to let you use a broom. Want to hear the best part?"

I groaned into my gag. This couldn't possibly end well for me.

"Oh don't be such a spoilsport." My rear received another spank.

"Mmm!"

"Hush." She booped my nose with her index finger, "Pay attention."

"Now, if you manage to finish within the time limit, let's say of one hour, you'll win twenty minutes of worshipping my booted feet while your butt plug is at a pleasant pitch. That's as close as you'll get to cumming until your cage comes off. And finishing within time means a guarantee of morning sex." She cocked an eyebrow at me, "Interested now?"

"Mmhm!" I rapidly nodded. Heck yeah I was interested. That little session in her office had left me riding the edge. I wanted more. A lot more.

"Glad you feel motivated. Because if you fail to meet the time limit there are going to be consequences. For every minute that you go over your time limit, you'll get five swats with my crop. If you go over the time limit by more than thirty minutes you'll get put into your cage immediately after your cropping, and you won't be coming out until tomorrow morning. Think you can avoid that?"

I half growled, half moaned into my gag. Fuck sakes. The cropping was one thing, but immediately into the cage if I was thirty minutes over? Not out until morning? I damn sure didn't want that!

"Mmm mhm mmmm!"

"Aww. Worried about the cage? Well just don't be as clutzy as you've been the last two times I've turned you loose to clean, and you'll do just fine!" She giggled and then held up the Control of Doom, it's name in my mind now after the hell that thing had put me through, and said, "You're free to be in the rooms you are cleaning. Stray too far though and the escape protocol will get triggered. I expect you to ask for permission before fetching the broom as well."

She came up to me then, sliding around in front of me and wrapping her arms around me. Her eyes locked my own into her gaze. A hand traced along my exposed cheek, stroking into my hair. Probably the first time in a while that I hadn't been wearing a hood in her presence. Felt weird. And then it felt weird that it felt weird. Fuck my head was a mess.

"Ready?" The question breathily whispered into my ear, her teeth nibbling at it after releasing the word.

I nodded jerkily.

"Off you go then!" She just as suddenly unwrapped herself from me, leaving me swaying a little, and gave me a firm spank on my hobble skirted ass. I minced forward in my boots a bit and then took stock of my task. I hadn’t accomplished all that much prior to getting stuck the last time around. So most of the guest bedroom remained to be cleaned. I figured I’d start with that first, complete a room fully, just in case that mattered to her.

I shuffled slowly out of her office, casting a look back at her as I left. She had settled back down into her chair, watching me. Her fingers tented in front of her like some sort of Bond villain, a smile playing around her lips, her eyes alight with mischief. Man oh man, I better get this done right. She’s in one of her moods. Crap.

I re-entered the guest room and began gingerly dusting with the protruding duster from my gag. This time I made sure not to lean so far over as last time. The damn heels I was in weren’t making it an easy task, particularly as my hands were still cuffed in front of me and to my ankle restraints. Thankfully there were no fragile knick knacks I could accidently knock over in the room. It was all just flat surfaces of the window and furniture that required cleaning.

While I brushed away at the window I looked outside. It was a gorgeous sunny day. The sort of day I would normally have spent outside somewhere, preferably reading a book. Or sketching. Or something. Certainly not enclosed in a fetish maid outfit  carrying out cleaning tasks for my kidnapper. Not that my current situation was a bad one. Right? I mean, no bitchqueen appearances so far. That had to count for something. I growled into my gag as some of the dust that I’d brushed into the air settled back down onto the windowsill. Damn it. This was going to take longer than I thought if I couldn’t get a better range of motion on this stupid gag duster.

I swept over it again a few times and then hurriedly moved on. There was the entire area around the bed, the dressers, and the side tables still to do. I did my best to clean them, fortunately not having to worry too much about the bed area. Finished that last time before getting stuck. I should be doing alright on time. Without a clock it was hard to tell. But I finished the room, no dust left on the surfaces. And, a personal achievement, hadn’t fallen over once in these stupid, stupid heeled boots. A personal best. My lips did their best to curl into a sardonic grin under the gag. Yay me.

I was feeling pretty confident in my cleaning speed now. Just had to spruce up her office and then sweep the hallway. Piece of cake! I shuffled slowly down the hall to the office, coming through the door with my head bowed, eyes averted away from where I could see her still sitting in her chair. As I entered she stood up, watching me move past her to begin running my gag duster over the flat surfaces of the windowsill and her desk. I gasped into my gag as I felt her hands seize my hips, bringing my rear into contact with her body.

“Mmmmmm”

She chuckled, “Do you like swaying with me slave?”

“Mmmhm!” I grinded my hips backwards a bit, loving the sensations that raced up my rear and spine. My eyes closed and I let out a slow and satisfied moan.

“Am I distracting you Davey?” Her lips whispered the question into my ear, her mouth planting soft kisses against my neck and collar, “Should I stop?”

“Nnnnggh!” I shook my head emphatically, the duster shedding dust back down onto the shelf I had been concentrating on, “Mmmph!”

“Well I don’t want you to lose this little challenge on my account.” Her hands wandered down to my rubber covered ass, grabbing and squeezing it. My hands were clenched tightly together as I tried to focus on at least trying to keep dusting her office. Everywhere I moved she moved with me. Like a limpet stuck to a boat she matched my movements, keeping up a barrage of gentle touches, soft words, and teasing caresses. It was driving me absolutely nuts. Me and my caged friend. The cage had become increasingly tight, maintained in its state by the constant vibrations from my rear, and her ministrations. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it except continue to clean her office as best I could. Gah!!

“Or maybe,” she suddenly said, breaking the charged quiet that had previously only been violated by the buzz of my butt plug and my harsh breathing, “Maybe you would like to lose this challenge. Maybe you enjoy it when I crop you. Is that it Davey?”

“Uhmmmh!” I shook my head. Hell no I didn’t! I tried to break away a little bit from her distractions, having finished with her desk. All that was left in here were two bookcases, fairly low and all the flat areas easily within reach. I moved towards them with careful purpose. At least, I started to. Then the butt plug suddenly blazed to life within me. I stiffened u, a strangled gurgle emerging from my clenched mouth. And then I collapsed against the wall, her steady hands catching me as I slumped further down.

“Mmm, am I making it hard to concentrate Davey? Don’t you like the vibrations from your little friend?”

I gurgled out something. I wasn’t really sure what I was trying to say at that point in all honesty. I was too focused on the sensations pouring through me now. Sooooo good. I felt my intent to clean slipping away from me. I didn’t care that I was losing time. That was future Dave’s problem. He could deal with an angry Mistress. I would just enjoy the teasing flirty Mistress I had with me now.

I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking??

“Mmm hmmm Mhhm!” I whined through my gag, yanking on my wrist cuffs. It was a rather pathetic little attempt to get her to ease off. Somehow it seemed to work though. She chuckled anyway, and then began helping me back upright.

The vibrations died back down to a comfortable, or at least manageable, level. I was back on my feet. Just a few more areas in the office to clean up. And then the hallway. I turned my head to look at her.

“Well after that little performance I think you’ve earned the privilege of using a broom to sweep the hallway. Although you still need to finish in here.” She held up her phone a little melodramatically, “You have but fifteen minutes to finish your tasks Davey. And then it’ll be Wrath of the Mistress time!” She giggled, “Makes it all rather dramatic doesn’t it?”

I huffed into my gag. Don’t get me wrong, her little games and idiosyncrasies were cute as all heck, and growing on me by the hour. But she had just tricked me into waiting a fair bit of my time as a helpless receiver of her attentions. All ym grumbling and huffing got me was a couple sharp smacks on my rubber covered ass and a little shove towards what was left of my work.

“I don’t think you’ll finish in time Davey, so I’m going to go get my crop and wait for you in the living room. Once you are finished you are to meet me there, on your knees. Understood?”

I nodded without looking back at her, frantically running my duster over the first bookcase. She breezed out past me, trailing a hand over my raised rump and back. I got one final shiver of delight and then she was gone. Fuck.

I cleaned as best I could, in my ridiculous get up. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but finally I was done with her office. I felt it was pretty well done considering my uniform and restraints. Whether or not my Mistress would concur in my job assessment was another matter. No time for thinking about that though, still had to sweep the damned hallway. I moved as quickly as I could out of her office and saw that a broom had been left leaning against the wall. Giving a silent thank you to her for not making me search for the cleaning closet with what was left of my time I moved down the hallway to start at the far end.

Gaaaaaaaaah!

I had forgotten the sensitivity on the frigging butt plug. I was close to the room. Her room. It was now buzzing within me just shy of being completely overpowering. I bit down hard on the gag and started sweeping as quickly as I could. Just had to get this done. Had…Ooooooooo…had to finish sweeping.

I somehow managed to get through that particular portion of the hallway. Thankfully the buttplug continued to drop in intensity as I moved further away, my heeled boots click clacking on the hall’s floor. The only sounds as I cleaned my way towards the stairs were the rattle of my chains and the buzzing sound of the plug in my rear. It was a little mind numbing. So much so that I was a little surprised when my wiggling rear connected with the bannister of the stairs going down. I had made it!

Negotiating my way down the stairs in my fetish maid attire was a challenge. Especially as I had to stop at each step and keep moving my little dirt and dust pile further down. Balancing in the boots was also a bit of a challenge. I had been steadily improving but I knew I was just one false step away from bouncing down the remainder of the steps. Which would not only hurt but probably gain me some bemused laughter from my Mistress about what a clumsy slave I was. Nice as it was that she seemed to enjoy my difficulty in adjusting to my maid outfit, I was determined to not screw this one up. Not this time.

Those thoughts carried me down the remainder of the steps. With no small bit of pride I swept everything into a dustpan that I found at the bottom of the stairs, and then leaned both the broom and pan up against the hallway wall. I carefully, oh so carefully, got down onto my knees. Then I crawled into the living room, where I saw my Mistress sitting on the couch, her propped up feet clad in one of the leather boot sets that she had worn before in the dungeon. Without taking her eyes off the television she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor near the couch. Didn’t need to tell me twice. I crawled over as quickly as I could, and then sat back on my legs, looking up at her. The tv was running more of her training movie of us. I caught little smidges of flashing pictures and text, not anything she had shown me before, before she spoke to me and captured my attention.

“So.” She flicked off her little film project on the tv and trained her eyes on me, “All done your chores?”

I nodded, trying to make my eyes convey obedience and cuteness all at once. I wanted to impress her. That I had completed my tasks as her maid. Damn. I wasn’t just starting to think I was liking this. I was pretty darn sure that this situation was a turn on. All this damn pent up sexual energy. That’s what it was. If I could only get this frigging cage off my dick and finally relieve myself then I’d be able to think clearly. I hope.

“Well Davey, unfortunately for you, your time ran out before you made it over here to my feet. In fact,” she glanced idly at her phone, “you went over by ten whole minutes.”

I moaned in dismay. Fifty lashes with her crop? No no no no NO!

She tsked, “Well perhaps next time I tell you to do something quickly you’ll actually do it quickly!”

I growled into my gag, my face set in a rather muleish expression. If she hadn’t been all over me in her office I would’ve finished on time! This was so unfair!

But it seemed she wasn’t at all interested in my opinion, or in whether or not her actions were fair. She just snapped her fingers again in front of my face and then ordered me to position myself for my punishment. There was an ottoman off to the side of the couch which I crawled over to, my mind whirling. I could’ve stood up. I could’ve tried to do something. Do anything. Why didn’t I? Why…why couldn’t I? Instead I meekly crawled over to the ottoman, making not a hint of rebellion apart from some grumbling as she unlocked my wrist cuffs from the chain to my ankles, before securing them individually to the ottoman on either side.

She grabbed my ass cheeks then, massaging them forcefully with both her hands. I moaned loudly into my gag, the duster jumping and jiggling around as my head moved. God that felt good. I wished it wouldn’t stop. I just wanted something like this to be all I had to do for the rest of the day. Just lie still in my bondage and get soothingly worked over by my domme. But it was not to be. Her hands withdrew and I heard her stand up and walk away from me. Then, silence.

CRACK!

The impact of the crop sounded, and there seemed to be almost a second or two before the pain hit me.

“MMMMPH!” I screamed into my gag.

“You’re going to count each impact slave. Out loud. If you miss one, or if you aren’t clear, we will start over.” Her voice was stern. I couldn’t tell though if she was smiling, or if my tardiness had legitimately annoyed her. I whimpered.

CRACK!

“Muaaagh!”

“That doesn’t sound very much like what I want to hear Davey. After each hit you’ll say the number and then say ‘thank you Mistress’. After all, you need to show your gratitude that I’m taking the time to train you. I did go to all this trouble, after all!” I could hear the grin in her voice that time. Fucking hell. Grateful that she had taken me, kidnapped me, and was now beating my ass? Grateful I was her bondage slave, for however long she wanted to keep me? I mean, yes checking just about every box in my little fantasy world, but still! Fucking hell.

Although, the little traitor voice inside my head started up, she’s been pretty good overall. I mean, if you hadn’t tried to escape, and if you discount the whole taking against your will thing, she’s actually been pretty nice. Heck, you would’ve loved to date someone like this!

Shut up, the remainder of me said. If the rest of me had had a face, it would’ve been blushing scarlet. As it was, some touches of that made it out to my face as the crop connected with me again.

CRACK

“Uuuhhne! Fhank oo Miftref”

“Good boy Davey. Now you’re getting it.”

CRACK

“Ffffooo! Fhank oo Miftref!”

CRACK

On and on it went. I lost count, or at least was too slow in reporting the count two more times. That stung. Particularly since the second time we had been up to about thirty when the butt plug had suddenly buzzed stronger, catching me off guard, and strangling my words as they came out. Instead of repeating my little mantra it was just a gurgled moan that earned me a couple extra smacks with the crop to settle me down. The plastic cage around my cock was unyielding, even as my manhood strained against it. God save me I needed to cum so baaaaaaaaaad.

CRACK

“Ffforffy ine! Fhank…fffahnk oo Miftrefff” My ass felt like it was on fire!

CRACK

“Iiiiffy! Fhank oo Miftrefff!!” All strength left me at that point and I collapsed against the ottoman, my limbs completely limp. I felt the crop stroke up and down my rear and back, heard her cooing that she was “so proud of you for taking your punishment properly. You’re really making progress as my slave Davey.” Ibarely heard her. The butt plug’s vibrations mixed with the throbbing pain of my rear; I was awash in pain and pleasure, drifting away from her living room into a space. Just a space where it all flowed through me. I wasn’t anyone. I wasn’t anything apart from a conduit for these feelings. Just flooding, rushing through me.

Then new feelings were added. I felt cool hands touching me, massaging my rear. They were gentle, these hands, gently soothing away a part of the pain that my Mistress had inflicted on me. And this time it wasn’t a quick massage. This time it went on for a while. A gloriously long time. Just me, bound to an ottoman, groaning in pleasure into my gag; Her, behind me, massaging my reddened ass, crooning into my ears sweet little nothings. Little encouragements. That I was such a good boy. That she was so proud of me. That I was safe here, wearing her collar, wearing her bonds. Her words blended together so nicely with the massage. So much so that for a good chunk of it I was nearly drifting off to sleep!

Heck, maybe I did fall asleep. Next thing I knew she was unlocking me from the ottoman, giving my head a little pat when I warbled into my gag. Next she unbuckled the cleaning gag and tossed it onto the coffee table, snapping a leash to my collar. Telling me to crawl behind her she led me into the kitchen where a bowl of mashed up food waited for me in my slave bowl on the ground. I ate it. Don’t really remember what it was exactly, still pretty out of it from the place she had gotten me too. That wonderful place. Pain and pleasure had mixed and out of that mixture had come…something. Something incredible. Gah. Still pretty loopy.

She more or less left me alone as I ate, although every now and then I felt a foot trace along my thigh. Or a hand run along my head and shoulders. I would always shiver and moan softly as these touches. I loved it when she did that. Anytime she touched me, at least when it wasn’t to hit me, just felt incredible. Electric even. I’d never felt this way before. But I guess getting kidnapped and trained to be a bondage slave must heighten some senses or something. I mean, I couldn’t have been falling for this woman…could I?

I looked up at her as I chewed through the last few bites from my bowl, managing to stay fairly clean this time. At least I hadn’t been dripping food all over the floor and her boots. She was concentrating on her own food, reading something on her phone. One leg absently running along my side, like you would stroke a puppy as you ate. My stillness in watching her must have prickled her attention eventually because after a few minutes she looked over at me, her usual grin on her face.

“Yes, Davey?” My face immediately flamed red and I ducked my head, sticking it into her booted legs with a muffled mumble about something or other. That seemed to delight her as a loving laugh came from up above me as I kissed her boots and tried to control the scarlet colouring my face.

“You’re just the shyest little boy I’ve ever met Davey.” A hand stroked my head. I butted up against it and was met with an approving cluck from above, “It’s just adorable that I can still get this reaction just by smiling at you my little slave.” She ruffled my hair, “Just adorable. Now, it’s an early night for you tonight.”

She stood up, grabbing my leash and tugging me up and away from my food bowl. I gave her a quizzical look. I had thought we were going to stay up, certainly much later than this! Maybe I’d done enough good she would let me snuggle up in bondage again on the couch with her. I didn’t want to go down into the cage so early, and I very nearly said so. But she was watching the struggle on my face and then nodded approvingly when I ducked my head back down and said nothing.

“Good boy. But I really shouldn’t be giving you these tempting opportunities anyway. Open up!” A ballgag was shoved into my mouth, not all that forcefully though, and buckled snugly in place.

“Now then,” she straightened back up and continued leading me towards the basement, and dungeon, door, “The reason I’m putting you to bed early is because your chastity time out is ending tomorrow.”

A thrill of excitement coursed through me. Finally. Finally!

She must have seen the happiness evident in my face because she smiled down at me, “Thought you’d be excited for that Davey. In fact I ordered a special toy, which is going to get here first thing, that will make it a particularly memorable experience for both of us! Which is part of why I’m putting you in your cage. You’ll have a nice relaxing night in snug bondage so you’ll be full of energy for tomorrow’s activities.”

I followed behind her much more eagerly now. Down into the dungeon we went, with her helping me down the stairs in my heels. Once we were near the cage I was stripped of my maid uniform, all the way down to my skin. My only remaining bonds being the ball gag and collar. I could’ve run. Maybe I should’ve run. But I stood stock still, overflowing with patience now that my enforced chastity was approaching its end. I intended to be on my best behaviour. Three days with no orgasms, I would’ve done anything for her at this point. Hell, I had done anything for her. Plus, she was probably testing me again. Seeing if I would disobey the unstated command to not run. To stay. To be her bondage toy.

She returned with a leather straightjacket, her eyes fixed on mine as I took it in. It was a little intimidating, that mass of leather, but God I wanted to be inside it! I think she saw the longing in my eyes, or maybe she just knew by this point that I was a sucker for her bondage. A growing longing within me to simply be bound by her, preferably in rubber or leather, but always by her. I was waaay too concentrated on the prospect of being free from the damned cock cage to give that feeling too much thought.

I shivered in pleasure as I felt the leather engulf my naked form, moaning into the gag as she fed my arms into the sleeves, and then cinched them around my chest. As buckle after buckle was reeled in and tightened, as any cord was drawn taut and tied down. Within a handful of minutes she had reduced my upper body to a cinched tight leather cocoon. She reached up and unbuckled my gag, drawing it away and tossing it casually towards a small pile of bondage paraphernalia. To replace it she brought out a leather hood that could’ve been the twin I wore in her office. She had me kneel down on the ground to apply it, repeating the same procedure of tightening, cinching, and pumping, until my head was once again covered in drum skin tight leather, my mouth filled with the pumped up gag. My whimper of discomfort echoed within my hooded enclosure, but I doubt more than a whisper could be heard by my Mistress.

With her hands guiding me backwards I was manoeuvered into my cage and bedded down for the night. While it was a little uncomfortable, I still had a similar feeling to the one you get on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus. Except in my case I guess it would be like if Mrs Claus was gorgeous dominatrix. Or something. I dunno. Comparisons are hard when you haven’t cum in three days. Gah.

“This is your last punishment night Davey, that’s why you get that hood.” Her voice sounded through my head. The hood had built in headphones! In spite of myself I continued to be impressed by this lady. Tech savvy and dominant. No wonder she had grabbed me so easily.

“You’ll have your normal slave playlist to listen to tonight. Although I’ve added some of the music you were listening to this afternoon as well. Just to make up a little bit for caging you so early in the evening.” The butt plug began a cycle of vibrations, the familiar precursor to spooling up for its nightly teasing, “And you’ll have a new vibration pattern tonight as well. So rest well my darling little sub. You’ll be teased for a long, long time tonight. That way come the morning you’ll be raring to, well, cum.” She laughed, and then there was the click of the recording getting selected and starting. The familiar refrain of her training audio files started up and I relaxed in my bondage against the cage. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I was finally going to get to have sex with my domme again. Just the thought of that sent my cock expanding crushingly hard against its plastic prison. I couldn’t wait!