“MHHHHMMM!” The ring gag strangled whatever I had been trying to say. Gaaaaaah. Bloody…damned…vibraaaaator!

I was still tied tightly to the chair. Still completely immoveable. My world had been reduced to what I could see in front of me. Just me, a helpless boy trapped in bondage. And a vibrator. A damned powerful one. Nestled in close. And I couldn’t get away from the damn thing! Fuck! It was almost powerful enough, and I was almost desperate enough, to cum through the damned chastity cage. Almost being the key, and incredibly frustrating, word.

As I writhed on the chair desperately trying, and failing, to get away from my buzzing friend, her words echoed through my head.

It’s only forever darling, not long at all

She was so annoying pleased with herself. I might’ve been able to register my disapproval if I’d been able to think straight. At all. Even the tiniest bit. But I just sat there, my entire body pulsing with caged desire and vibrations. I tried counting down the time until she said she’d be back. That worked for a minute or two. I think. Gaaaaaaah.

Basic math skills get beaten by a vibrator. It was barely a contest. This was me after just three days in her custody. What the hell would I be like in a month? Or two months? Was she actually going to break me? Was I really becoming some lady's bondage slave? I whimpered into my gag. Then the whimper turned into a loud moan as my shifting body brought the vibrations through a new angle.

GMPPHHAAAAAA!!!!!

Did I imagine her laughter? Maybe. I dunno. It felt like my ears were starting to play tricks on me. The dull buzzing roar of the electric tormentor between my legs hummed on. Relentless. Unstoppable. Hell, like a damned kinky terminator. Or maybe that was my domme? An implacable seductress. The thought of her as some sort of weird sexy terminator momentarily took my mind off my cock. For about five seconds.

Brains are weird things. Bondage to sci fi movies. Weird hop, but there it is.

I was mentally babbling to myself now. No higher thoughts beyond somehow, in some way, lasting through this agonizing teasing. I just had to last. Had to last. Laaaaaaaast.

It went on. For a while anyway. I had ceased to fight against my bonds. I just sat there, slumped down in the chair. Moaning piteously, drooling all over myself. Made for quite the sight. At least, as much as I could tell. My eyes were pretty unfocused at this point.

Suddenly a spotlight from somewhere above me flashed on, bathing me in bright light. The rest of the dungeon behind me, already fairly dim, flashed into utter darkness. I bolted upright in the chair, as much as I could in my restraints. I dragged my mind free of the pleasure swamp it had been drowning in. Could this mean--?

I saw a hand emerge from the blackness behind me. I traced lightly over the back of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine. God I loved it when she did that. I screwed my eyes shut and moaned into my gag as another hand joined the first, running softly, oh so softly, over my shoulders. Then, I felt her lips brush across the back of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses first along one shoulder, and then the other. The kisses continued and I felt her reach past me, down to where my tormentor still buzzed away, and flicked it off.

Thank. You. God.

“Time’s up,” I felt her whisper into my ear. My eyes fluttered open, hoping against hope, and there it was. The key. My key. Dangled in front of my face from her fingers.

I moaned in relief. And moaned again as my cage was finally, mercifully, removed. I felt her slide around me, one arm still cradling my head and neck, and then she was in front of me and I gasped. Or would have gasped if not for the ring gag. Instead I think I kind of gurgled. My cheeks flushed but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

There she stood in front of me. Dressed in a black latex catsuit, covering from her wrists to, I assumed her ankles. Black knee length leather boots, looking like they came off the front page of a fetish catalogue. A corset added to the look, continuing the black theme. I drank in this image in front of me, my fantasy dominatrix. And here she was. Drop dead sexy.

There may have been extra drool coming out of the ring gag at this point, my mouth was watering at the sight.

She favoured me with a smile, her fingers tracing around my cheeks. Then, sliding ever so slowly, they moved down, down my neck, down onto my chest. I moaned as she tweaked my nipples, her smile changing into a grin.

“Like my outfit Davey?” Her voice was soft and playful. One hand went back to stroke my face, the other continued to play with each of my nipples in turn, “Dungeon days need a real dominatrix look I figure. I take it you approve?”

I jerkily nodded, struggling against the restraints that held me there, trying to get her fingers away from my nipples. Everything was sensitive at this point, but they especially were—

Her hand on my chest had suddenly left and now had found me. I sucked in a breath of air. Now would she let me cum?

But it was not to be a quick little jerk. Oh no. Not this one. Not my domme. She slowly began to stroke. Using only the tip of her index finger and thumb. Up and down the length of my shaft. Up and down, up and down.

“Oooh. There we are Davey, there’s a good little slave.” She kept up her gentle strokes, my cock twitching in anticipation.

 “We’re going to play a bit of a game today. I want to see how many orgasms you can have. Gotta build up your stamina Davey. I think we’ll be having sex at least once or twice a day. That is, provided you don’t make any more stupid escape attempts. It was a very silly thing to do wasn’t it?”

I nodded desperately, my eyes locked by her gaze. Yes it had been. Very silly. Pleeeeeease let me cum!

She gave another little laugh, how could her laughter be so adorable, and brushed her free hand across my face, the other never ceasing in its gentle strokes, “I’m so glad you realize that Davey. You really hurt my feelings that day, trying to run away after we had such a tender moment on the couch.”

In fairness that had been nice, cuddling with her on the couch while in bondage. God, I had been a damned idiot to screw that up. I just wanted to cum. Please just let me cuuuuum!

“I know you just want to be a good slave for me, right?”

Yes, Yes I do. Gaaaaah.

Ever so gradually she began to increase her speed. And her pressure. I sat there, my moans dying down to only faintly audible sounds. My eyes felt like they were bugging out of my head. Staring at my reflection in the mirror. My completely restrained and gagged reflection. With the image of my domme, my Mistress, crouched in front of me, her devilish ministrations hidden by her body. It was too much. Toooooooo much!

My head rolled back, eyes screwing shut as it went. My breath began to come in short sharp little gasps. She was riding me along the edge. Just on the cusp. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Then two things happened at once. She gave me one last massive pump and at the same time she gently bit the side of my neck.

“GAAAAAMMMMMMPPHHHH!”

I came. My hips catapulted forward, the chair only staying upright because it was bolted to the ground. I kept bellowing into my gag as I just came, and came. Her fingers never stopped, though she had shifted out of the way in time to avoid my cum, reducing speed and intensity back down to the gentle little strokes. She cooed and giggled as I fought my bonds, and twitched, and garbled something through my gag. And then I collapsed, slumping back against the chair. My head bowed, drool spattering onto my chest. I felt…well, good. Finally, sweetly, satisfied.

“Yeaaaaah,” She crooned, stroking my face with her other hand, running her fingers along my gag, and then my collar, “A good little sub for your Mistress. Right?”

I moaned. Maybe I meant to say yes. Maybe some tired retort that I wasn’t her slave. I dunno. I was in post-orgasmic bliss. I was at peace with the world. Except she wasn’t stopping. C’mon now!

I groaned as her fingers kept up their delicate assault on my sensitive member. Very sensitive member.

“Hush now. I told you. We are going to find out how many orgasms you can have. I think six is a nice round number. Two for every day that you missed because of your very foolish actions. Do you think you can give me six Davey?”

A pained whimper was my only response.

“Oh don’t worry, that one totally counts.” She giggled. Her hands continued to carress up and down my flaccid cock. Well, partially flaccid. I grunted in surprise. Sensitive surprise, mind you. Apparently some part of me was interested in cracking on. Bastard.

Then I felt movement in front of me and her weight settled onto my lap. I cracked my eyes open, meeting hers mere inches from my face. One hand remained with my cock, reminding it that good things were still going to happen to it. The other cradled my head, trailing fingers through my hair. Playing with the gag strap, and my collar. God this was hot. Why the heck was I trying to get out of this again?

She began to plant gentle little kisses on my neck and face. She soothed away the last of the surprise pain I had felt from the bite, trailing kisses up onto my chin, my jaw, and my cheeks.

“I’ve got so many wonderful ideas for us to try together today! I’m going to introduce you to all sorts of bondage equipment! You’ll be a good boy for me today, right Davey?”

I gave a weak nod.

“Good,” she whispered into my ear, “I’d hate to have to put you through another few days of enforced chastity. Although, now that I’ve got my new toy, I certainly won’t be suffering along with you anymore.”

“Gmmaaaaaa!” I moaned plaintively. How the hell was that fair??

“Just means you need to mind your manners. Multiday chastity can be your punishment for any more stupid attempts at escape.” Her voice became hard for a moment, the gentle hand on my face becoming a clenched fist that grabbed the leash attached to my collar, yanking me closer to her, “Next time you’ll spend most of that time completely locked up, caged, and plugged. Total and complete isolation.”

Her words, in spite of the thrill of fear that came with them, were starting to get me amped up again. I felt my cock beginning to stir under her gentle strokes, growing harder against her catsuit enclosed thigh.

I started moaning, shifting beneath her on the cool metal of the chair.

“Mmmmmmm. Ready to try again?” She kept stroking me, getting a little firmer now to get ‘little Davey’ as she called it, ready to go for round two.

“Uhhhm Mhm Mhm!” I nodded desperately.

“Good boy.” She flicked the vibrator back on to keep me cruising along at my current state of arousal, and set about untying me from the chair. I struggled to back off from the vibrator, still feeling sensitive, but that just earned a slap, gentle but filled with warning, from her. A muttered, “Quit struggling slave, you’re getting in my way.” Quieted me down. Mostly. I kept up a stream of garbled moans and groans. But those she seemed to enjoy listening to, pausing in her unbinding of my limbs to tweak a nipple or plant a kiss on my neck if I got too quiet.

Eventually I stood in front of the mirror, facing the chair. Still gagged and with my arms bound behind me in the armbinder. And my collar of course, the leash delicately held in my domme’s hand. She sat down on the chair I had so recently vacated. An eyebrow was cocked in my direction. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly dropped to my knee in front of her, earning a smile.

She reeled me in by the leash until I knelt directly in front of her, “You love worshipping my boots, don’t you slave?”

I nodded, my cock throbbing in arousal.

“Well,” she crossed her legs to form a small opening between them, “I want you to fuck my boots. Fuck them like you’d fuck me, if you could right now. Really show me how much you love worshipping them.”

I didn’t even think. Not with the level of horniness coursing through me. I inched forward on my knees, she took a gentle yet firm grip on ‘little Davey’ and guided him into place.

I felt leather completely enfold my dick. I moaned at the sensation. God it felt soooo good!

I started to move my hips, feeling my member slide so, sooooo nicely across her leather boots. My moan picked up volume; God this was heaven! This was---

SMACK

I felt her hand impact my rear. I groaned into my gag, feeling the impact driving me to more quickly pump my hips back and forth. I stared up at her, at my kidnapper. My dominatrix. She looked back down at me, as I grinded my pelvis into her boots, with a happy smile. Her arm raised back and came down again, slapping into my naked ass cheek.

I flushed at the look she gave me, ducking my head down with my eyes shut again, moaning into my gag. But then she yanked my leash, pulling my head upright by the collar. My eyes snapped open and this time her gaze held my own, enthralled. That smile never left her face as one hand held my leash tight, and the other kept up its assault on my rear. She made little ‘oo’s’ and ‘aah’s’ , egging me on in my helpless fucking.

The spanking continued as I fucked her boots. The combination of jarring impacts, leather massaging my cock, and her teasing, heck I’d go so far as to say tender, smile suddenly all seemed to course through me at once. I gave a loud yell through my gag and came with a shudder, collapsing forward onto her lap. My cock dripping onto the back of her boots and the floor, my head buried in her lap. I felt her hands caressing my back and my neck. Making little cooing sounds, comforting noises to sooth me. I shuddered again and tried to dig myself further into her lap. Oh. My. God. That had been…just…incredible. Mind blowing even.

I whimpered, the sound muffled by my gag and her rubber enclosed legs. My arms helplessly flapped up and down in their armbinder, useless.

“Shhh. There, there Davey. What a good boy you are, hmm?” She brushed at my hair, allowing me to stay face down for now, “Such a good slave for your Mistress. Such a good boy.”

I wished I could’ve stayed like that for hours. Just there, kneeling in bondage, with my head in her lap. Getting caressed and comforted by my Mistress. My incredible dominatrix. And I think we did just that for a while. Maybe I was really beginning to lose it but damn it the moment was downright tender. And I was content to have it last. But her next words jarred me awake.

“I’d say that bodes well for getting a few more orgasms out of you huh?”

I gave a loud groan and raised my head, “Mmmph! Hmm mhhumm hhhhnnmm!” Everything was sensitive. Waaay too sensitive. No more. Please God no more.

I tried to communicate that. I just wanted to stay with her, like this. I didn’t need more orgasms. Two was enough! For now. Pretty sure. Just, please. Pleeeeease no more for a while!

“Awww. What, feeling a little sensitive are we?” She shifted her legs to gently rub along my shaft, drawing a loud moan from me. I squeezed my eyes shut. Gaaaaaaaah. So frigging sensitive!

She laughed, “Well you better get ready for more Davey. Your dungeon session is going to last aaaaaaallllll day. And I’m on the hunt for more orgasms little one.”

She made it sound like she was on safari. I moaned. How can she be so playfully sadistic?? How the hell can I not want orgasms from her??

I moaned deeply into my gag, burying my head again in her lap. That got an adorable giggle and a few playful slaps to my exposed ass.

I grunted indignantly into my Mistress’ latex covered lap.

“Yep! Hunting for orgasms Davey. And you are going to give them to me.”

 

God save me this woman was relentless! Maybe I’d been safer with the chastity cage on!