I groaned. Then blinked.

Nothing was in my mouth. That groan had been an actual groan.

I flexed my body as I looked around. The vac bed was gone. At some point she had taken me out. And done me up in a new position. I was looking up at the ceiling, seeing a web of leather straps descending from a hook to wrap around various points of my body, from head down to my ankles. From feet to neck I was nearly completely encased in a leather sleepsack, its surface tightly snugged to me by the addition of further leather straps. I tried flexing various parts of my body, seeing if there was any give in the bondage I was in. Nope. None. Not that I had really expected any. My Mistress was far faaaar too good at this to overlook something like that.

My head was entirely free though. No gag, no blindfold, and no hood. It felt weird. Really weird to have my head exposed like that. My collar was still snugly locked around my neck. That at least was still there. Was it weird that the collar’s presence was comforting? It should be weird right? And yet….yeah. Somehow my wily Mistress had completely removed me from the vacbed and suspended me in my fresh bondage here. And without waking me up.

Dang, I thought ruefully, She’s really, really good. And that darn game—

My thought process came to a juddering halt as the memories of that game suddenly presented themselves front and centre. And my confession. My answer to what she thought was probably just some throw away inquiry.

Oh God. I was mortified, letting out a fresh moan. Had I really said that?? Out loud? To her??

But I couldn’t hide from it. Even as I twisted my eyes shut I heard myself again. Telling her that I loved it when she tied me up. That I loved wearing all the fetish apparel that she dressed me in. But most of all that it was her doing it. That I enjoyed being kept as her bondage toy, because I was her bondage toy. That everything she had done to me up to that point was really alright because it was her.

I tried to screw my eyes shut even tighter. God I wish she had put a hood and blindfold on me!!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuucccck!! What the hell had I been thinking?? I couldn’t remember what I had been thinking at the time. Everything had just been so…fluid. I hadn’t really realized what I was saying until about halfway through the confession. And then I just couldn’t stop. And then…

I paused in my downward spiral of shame and self-recrimination.

Then she had kissed me. With one simple act she had cut through the rising tide of embarrassment and confusion and kissed me. Deeply. Passionately.

I felt something else flicker in my mind as I remembered that kiss. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it didn’t feel all that bad. It almost felt like…hope?

Then she had stroked my flaming cheeks. Gently. So gently. As though I wasn’t her kidnapped and restrained slave boy. I wasn’t just a thing for her to play with. And then her words, again, breaking through my tumbling thoughts,

“Such a sweetie. You're so cute when you blush.”

And then arriving on the heels of that,

“I told you you'd like it.”

I shifted in my suspended leather prison, my struggles against the snug restraints a little more frantic. Was this really happening? What the heck was happening to me, to my head, that had brought out that confession?

My hands flexed uncertainly as I thought about that. Was this really something that I wanted now? Beyond her catering to my fantasies, was I coming to enjoy being this woman’s bondage slave?

SMACK.

My train of thought was abruptly put on hold as I felt a gentle but firm smack on my leather covered ass.

I jumped in the restraints in surprise, a little squeak escaping.

“Afternoon Sweetie,” She hovered into view next to me. She was still wearing that gorgeous dominatrix outfit. And she was still…well, her. My eyes drank her in, in spite of all my inner turmoil. My beautiful Domme.

“Did you have a nice little nap?”

“I…” I wasn’t sure I could answer without burning up from embarrassment. As I flushed red and averted my eyes from her I managed to whisper, “Yes Mistress.” My confession to her still ran through my head. I couldn’t meet her eyes. Not after that.

“You looked so lovely and comfy in that vacbed sweetie, but I couldn’t leave you in there too long.” She bent down a little, her eyes searching my face, “How are you feeling.”

I kept my eyes away, darting a little glance up at her. My scarlet flush remained. God. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more embarrassed. I squirmed in my bonds as she continued to look at me, before finally mumbling, “I don’t know Mistress.” I felt a lump in my throat. What the heck was wrong with me??

“Hey,” her soft voice broke through the rising tide in my head. The gentle poke in my chest got me to open my eyes, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I raised my eyes to hers. She smiled down at me, running a hand along my cheek. It might have been my imagination but that smile…

I blinked up at her, pushing my cheek into her caress. This time her usual grin was…different. Something beyond the usual mischievousness or playfulness, or whatever else was usually in her smiles. Now there was…warmth? Something. Something that offered me some comfort.

“I know vacbeds can be a little hard on the nose sometimes, so is your face feeling okay? Not crushed at all?”

“My nose is okay Mistress,” I kept my voice low, not wanting it to suddenly tremble or something equally foolish. I squirmed again against the leather holding me fast, wishing that she had decided to encase me in a bondage hood again. “I just…” I squeezed my eyes shut, turning my head away from her.

Then I felt a finger. Just one finger. She gently hooked it under my chin, turning my head back towards her, and tilting my head up so I was looking at her again. Eye to eye. No avoiding her now.

“You just what, slave?”

If anything that made my blush deepen. She was standing there, ready to listen, and I was wallowing in…well in a whole lot actually. For the life of me I couldn’t decide what the heck I was really feeling right then. And that scared me. Scared me into another little confession. Before I knew it the words came tripping out of my mouth,

“I just…what I said…before. I don’t…I don’t understand.” I was trembling a little now in my leather prison, happy for its snug embrace. I squeezed my eyes shut, “I don’t know how to feel Mistress!” Gah. That sounded really whiny to my own ears. But there was no mocking laughter.

“Oh sweetie,” I felt her hand move from my chin to run through my hair, stroking my head in a soothing rhythm, “You don’t have to understand it yet. It’s okay to be confused. This is a confusing situation for you and that’s okay.”

She tapped my forehead with her other hand and I cautiously opened my eyes to find her looking right at me, that comforting look in her eyes, “There is no manual for this, and there is no right way to feel.”

She stroked my head again, then a small wicked smile flickered to life, “Unless you feel like you want me to stop, because that is definitely the wrong way to feel.”

I spite of myself I found a shy little smile playing about my lips at that, “No Mistress.” I murmured.

I pushed my head up into her hand and she began to stroke my head again, “It’s just…I’ve never said anything like that to anyone before Mistress. I just feel…really…I dunno, vulnerable.” I met her eyes at that and then squeezed them shut, my voice dropping back to a murmur, “No one’s ever known any of this about me.”

She chuckled, “That’s because no one ever looked.” Her hands ran down from my head, over my face, and then trailed slowly over my neck. They traced her collar, still locked in place on my neck, “David, my love, the one thing I’ve always adored about you is your complete lack of guile.”

I cracked my eyes open, and she smiled.

“You never tell me what you think I want to hear or show me what you think I want to see. You just react, instinctively, and it’s a joy to behold.” She kept one hand playing about the collar, while the other trailed down to make its way over my chest, “You don't need to have to know how to feel or how to act, you just need to do what you already do, and just react.”

Then she started moving. Her hands running down my sides, one hand making its way to the underside to run along my spine. She slowly paced down my length, the faint click of her boots the only sound for a moment.

I opened my eyes more fully and gave her another shy smile, though this one a bit broader.

“Mmmmmmmmm.” I moaned, loving the sensation of her hands caressing me.

“Just enjoy it, and try not to think too hard about it.” She slowly began making circles around my stomach and the small of my back, smiling as that brought a sharp little gasp from me, “Because I know you enjoy it slave. And so do I.”

My eyes had widened as she stroked my stomach, and I gave a nervous nod. A grin flashed across my face, quick as a frightened deer, “I’ll try Mistress.” I began to squirm more against my bondage as her hands continued to roam. She was beyond my line of sight now. I tried to move my head, tried to follow her, but the straps around my head prevented any significant change. I was stuck.

“Good boy.” I felt her plant a kiss on my leather covered bum. I gasped a little from the unexpected contact.

“Thank you Mistress,” I wiggled my bum and moaned as she squeezed both of my ass cheeks, giving me a gentle swat before kneeling alongside me, her head just above my hanging body.

“Now…what do you think we should do with the rest of our day, hmmm?” She began to stroke again, my stomach and side, planting little kisses on my stomach and the upper area of my groin. She stayed away from my actual penis, just touching on the area above it. Gaaaaaaaaaah.

“I mean,” she continued, acting as though she was blissfully unaware of what she was doing to me, and my poor mind, “We could go to the movies…or do a little shopping…”

She continued to keep up her little ministrations. My eyes had gone slightly out of focus. I was starting to breathe a little heavier.

“I…uh…we…” I was struggling to put my thoughts in order, “Mistress does…does that mean that the dungeon day is over?” I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. On the one hand, a whole day in the dungeon with my Mistress, dressed in her full dominatrix get up. On the other hand, God save me I’d cum four times already! I was exhausted.

She looked up at me as I craned my head to watch her. And grinned. Shit.

“Not even slightly sweetheart.”

Her hand suddenly dipped down and began stroking along my thigh. Even through the leather I felt like her fingers were giving off a little charge. I jumped a little.

“Because we could do all that…” She trailed off, looking down at my bound body. Then her eyes flicked up to pin my own with her stare, “But I could also continue to rape you senseless.” Her grin widened, “Does that sound like fun to you?”

My cheeks went bright scarlet. I almost felt like I should feel the heat of the flush radiating off me, “I…I mean…” My eyes darted away, and then back. Another shy smile was produced, “Yes, I would…like that Mistress.”

She gave a low laugh, “Excellent. I was hoping you’d say that.”

She stood up and began to fiddle with something out of my sight.

I plucked up the tattered remnants of my courage and asked, “But could…could we do another movie on the couch when I’m tied up?”

She turned her head to look at me with a chuckle. I squirmed in my bondage, undulating my hips underneath her fingers.

“Maybe later?” I pressed on, the red that had begun to drain away suddenly returning in full force, “I promise not to…not to try to run again.” I looked a little shamefaced. I was ashamed of trying to escape now? A little voice at the back of head asked incredulously. Shut up, the rest of me responded.

She giggled, “Now there’s a promise…” She got up and walked up above me, standing at my head. I felt her hands descend onto me and start to knead my shoulders. I moaned in pleasure as she massaged muscles that I hadn’t even known were tense.

“If you’re very, very good today, we can spend the whole day tomorrow cuddling in our jammies.”

She smiled down at me and then booped me in the nose, “And when I say jammies, I mean pyjamas for me and something a little more…restrictive…for you. Maybe round two of your rubber bondage costume from before hmm?”

I moaned more loudly, “Ooooooo, yes Mistress. Please. I’ll…mmmmmmmmm…I’ll be good.”

I strained in my leather prison, glorying in the sensations from her hands. Her wonderful hands. Gaaah. She was good at this.

I felt a kiss on my neck, and then her mouth right next to my ear, “Mhmmm, just what I’ve always wanted. A good boy to do baaaaad things to…”

I gave another long deep moan. The confusion was gone. Not forever, but definitely out of my mind for now. No more uncertainty. I wanted this. At least for today. I wanted this cute, sexy domme to take me over the edge in her dungeon. Again and again. And then snuggle up to her in bondage afterwards.

“What…” my voice was breathy, a little tremble in it, “What are you…”

“Ssshhhhhh,” she breathed into my ear, stroking it lightly with her finger, “Just relax David. Relax into submission.”

I writhed in my bonds, my eyes slowly lidding in pleasure, and then I felt her lips near my ear again, “Open wide slave.”

I opened my mouth without a hint of delay.

In went a ball. I moaned around it. I felt the panel of the gag tightening over my face as my Mistress began to tighten and cinch the straps. With a final tug everything was secured. I moaned again.

“Good slave boy.”

She moved down again, where I could just catch a profile of her in my restricted vision. I felt her hands working something near my crotch. I was puzzled for a moment, but then felt a cool wave of air as the leather covering my genitals was removed.

Oh.

I mumbled something unintelligible into my panel gag. Her favourite gag, I mentally recalled. Can’t be forgetting that again. At least, if I want to avoid getting spanked. Which I do. Don’t I? I brushed the thoughts off and let out another long moan as her fingers delicately trailed along my half flaccid cock.

“Mmm. You’re recovering well in between our little sessions slave.” Her hands continued to trace along my shaft, now and then dipping down to tickle my balls, “I wonder if that’s because of the days in chastity or just a general ability of yours.” She shrugged with another little giggle, “I guess I’ll have time to experiment and find out huh?”

I groaned loudly into my gag. Another reminder of how long I was going to be her prisoner. Although after everything that had happened during dungeon day, the thought wasn’t as scary or outrageous anymore. A sudden buzzing sound broke me away from the implications of that thought and I tried to stare down towards my crotch.

I couldn’t see anything, but the sudden vibrations as she pressed an object up to the base of my cock and balls solved the little mystery quite handily.

“OOOOmmmmhhhhh!” I moaned.

She patted my stomach, drawing fresh struggles from me, and then wandered away. I was left with a buzzing companion that kept my cock from reducing from where she had gotten it to. I squirmed. I struggled. I moaned, and whimpered into my gag. Nothing came of it. I was stuck.

Then I heard the click of boots approaching and saw her next to me again. She smiled and held up a little feather duster, probably a cousin of the one that she had screwed into that awful gag she had used. I watched, my eyes wide, as she slowly lowered it until it just barely brushed the tip of my cock.

“Mmmhhm! Uhhhmm uuuhhhh!” I shook my head. It already felt sensitive. So damned sensitive. I didn’t need the duster. Please noooooooooo.

But it was all in vain. With a cat in the canary cage grin she began to lightly ‘dust’ my cock and balls, driving me to struggle even more against the restrictive leather. As I struggled she began to vary where she dusted, sometimes going over my writhing legs, other times my bucking hips and stomach, and still others my heaving chest or wildly swinging head. But she always turned her attention back to her prize. Whenever she returned to them little flicks would begin her feathery assault on my poor cock and balls, which then lead to either a round of teasing brushes, or more directed feathery stimulation of my penis.

It was heaven!

It was bloody torture!

Although all of my struggles, and my moans, and my groans did nothing. Nothing but bring a certain glinting light to her eyes. A glint that after days of captivity with this captivating dominatrix, I had come to know with a mixture of dread and pleasure.

It was working though. Somehow, someway, my cock was stirring under her relentless feathery teases.

“Mmmm, think you’ve got another one in there for me Davey?” She brushed a hand over my face, trailing it down over my chest, “Because we’ve still got two to go. Two more to goo-hoho” She giggled as I started squirming. Her fingers had trailed back onto my stomach and were now making light little circles around. It was driving me nuts!

My stomach was my inner area. I dunno why, no one had ever really touched it. But when she did it, it felt as deeply invading as her butt plug had been that first time. It felt like her declaring her ownership of me.

“MMmmmppphhh!” So at this point both a growing turn on, and wildly embarrassing and annoying. In short, classic her.

But it was working. The circles on my stomach. The feathery brushes over my cock. The pulsing vibrations of the vibrator nestled next to my cock and balls. I was moaning non stop now. I could feel my cock back at attention, a great big bundle of nerve endings.

Then she did it.

The butt plug had been silent this entire time, not even its usual buzz throughout any of my suspension. Now it suddenly roared to life, the vibrations coursing through me. I screamed into my gag.

“You want to cum for me slave?” She asked, her feather duster now dancing faster over my cock, “You want to cum for your Mistress?”

I jerked my head in some semblance of a nod, “YYEEEEEFFFFF MIIIIIFFFFTTRREEFFFF!”

“Cum for me then.”

I came. It felt like my whole body was shaking. The sensation of her touch on my cock went from pleasurable to way, way too stimulating in a heartbeat.

“GAAAAAAAMMMMPPPPHHH!!!!” My strangled scream was muffled by the gag, but it did the trick. Both vibrators cut off, ceasing their stimulating attack on me. Her hands left my still twitching penis and suddenly they were up at my head and chest. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight, the rest of my body swaying in my bondage, twitching from the after effects of that orgasm.

I whimpered into my gag and her grip tightened on me slightly.

“Ssshhhhhhh, sweetie, it’s ok. I’m here, it’s ok.” Her voice was soothing. Gentle. God she was amazing.

She kept up like that for a while. All the way through my twitches and my whimpers. Past all of that until I was just swaying back and forth with her, giving little grunts and moans of pleasure as she held me in place. I kinda lost track of time, it felt that peaceful.

I was brought back to wakefulness by a sudden little jerk in my supporting bondage. Then I felt myself being slowly lowered to the floor.

“Mmmph?”

“Hush now. You’re okay sweetie.” Her fingers played over me. One hand continuing to stroke my head and neck, the other concentrating on undoing the belts that held me in place. I guessed I was being readied for the next round.

God save me I never thought I would dread an orgasm!

She methodically untied my bondage until my torso and arms were completely free, minus my gag and collar. My legs still jutted out stiff in their multiple belts. She helped me up into a sitting position, and I shakily stayed there, my hands bracing myself behind me. She remained behind me too, her arms loosely draped over my shoulders, her head touching the back of mine. I sat still, focused on trying to steady my breathing. As we stayed there, a dim corner of my mind noted that this was probably the most free I’d been in a while. At least, the longest period without being immediately re-bound into bondage.

I gave a little grunt at the thought and nuzzled my head backwards into my Mistress’ rubber covered breasts.

“Awww, hey there sweetie.” Her fingers brushed through my hair, and I made happy little whines, nudging my head further into her hands, “You’re my good boy aren’t you Davey?”

I gave a little nod, still embarrassed from my soul baring earlier.

She trailed a handful of kisses down the back of my head and neck, “Such a sweet slave you are hmm?”

She snugged down next to me, placing her head in the crook of my shoulder and neck, “How about a picture? A little memento of your first dungeon day.” She giggled, “And for our little film journey too.”

I saw her cellphone out in front of us and under the gag I gave an embarrassed little smile, the only evidence the little crinkles around my eyes. And the tinges of red heating my cheeks.

My Mistress gave a delighted little laugh as she took her pictures and then gave me a big kiss on my cheek.

“Such a good little slave for me. Now, how about we get you set up for your next position. Ready to go again?”

“Mmmmnnnnnnn.” I whined into my gag. I was done. God save me, I was done.

“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic Davey.” She began to untie my legs, “Last three days you did nothing but whine and complain that you didn’t get to orgasm. Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying your first dungeon day?”

I reluctantly shook my head. It was awesome, but for the love of God five orgasms! I just…I couldn’t possibly have another one in me!

“Hmmm mmmaahhh eemmmhh!” I whined into my gag, trying to get that across to her. Today had been really fun, but I was ready for it to be over.

“Well I’m not going to go back on a promise to you Davey. Promises of pleasure are just as important as promises of punishment.” She ruffled my hair as she tossed unbuckled belts away, “I promised six orgasms, and that’s what you are going to get. Must be a first for you, not wanting to cum huh?” She giggled at my muted growl.

“I’ll tell you what though. How about we get some food in you first hmm?”

My stomach rumbled its unreserved enthusiasm for that plan.

“Mmmph!”

“I thought you’d like that Davey. Now, I’m going to get you re-tied here, and then you can eat, alright?”

She finished untying me and then paused, eyeing me as I sat there. I was exhausted and felt pretty drained. But I was also starving. Not going to screw up my chance at food by acting out. I just sat there, arms braced backwards, and legs spread out in front of me. My chest rising and faling slowly as I breathed. I watched her and wondered what bondage position I’d be in next.

I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. She grabbed a couple of the discarded belts and began fastening them around my legs again. This time though she brought my calves up to my thighs, buckling and cinching the belts tightly around them to weld them into place. Each leg got two thick belts applied to it, ensuring that they weren’t going to be getting loose any time soon. I was now locked in a frogtie.

“Mmmph?”

“Hush,” She gave me a spank on my thigh.

I squeaked in surprise, which won a chuckle from her as she pulled me up so I was sitting on my heels.

“Arms back.” She ordered me. “Try to grab your shoulders with your hands.”

I cautiously moved my limbs into her desired position. She grabbed more of the belts that had bound me in the air and began buckling them around my arms. I watched her work, her eyes intent on her task in reducing me once more to helplessness. Man oh man, she really was my every fantasy brought to life. If I had known only a week ago that this was waiting for me…

I shook my head ruefully. Well I probably wouldn’t have tied myself up and pretty much offered myself to her on a platter. I still wasn’t totally on board with what she was doing. At least, I was pretty sure I wasn’t totally on board. Things were a lot more blurry. Especially after today’s activities. And revelations. But still. The me of a week ago had had all sorts of secret fantasies of a woman doing…well pretty much doing what my Mistress had done to me. Kidnap me. Bind me. Confine me. Enslave me. And do it all with that wonderfully terrifying mix of bitchqueen and playful tease.

I was broken out of my thoughts by a quick little kiss on my nose, and I blinked. She had finished my left arm, now bound in the same manner as my legs. I looked at my restrained limb, then at her.

“Mmmph?”

“Don’t worry little one, you’ll see.” She favoured me with another smile, and then began binding my right arm. In no time at all it too was buckled, cinched, and tightened. Now I knelt there, with elbows jutting out from me, and knees spread.

She got up from her crouch and wandered away from me, going over to a rack of all sorts of hanging fetish paraphernalia. She paused there for a handful of moments, looking for something, and then selected a chain leash with a leather wrist slip. She strode back over to me and, with a small snick, snapped the leash onto my collar.

“C’mon,” She gave it a bit of a jerk and I began to crawl after her, my stubby new legs taking some getting used to. I definitely wasn’t the most coordinated at this, and she giggled and laughed at my efforts to keep up with her. Eventually though I made it over to where she had set up my slave bowl, again filled with the usual oatmeal.

“Eat up slave. Got to keep your strength up for our games today.” She giggled as I gave a soft whiney growl, “Get to it.”

I stumbled forward on my elbows and knees, the task of eating a little trickier with my bound limbs in their position. Her hands went behind my head and unbuckled the panel gag, the ball coming free with a soft pop from my mouth. I flexed my jaw a little and then ducked my head down. I had to kind of spread out my limbs to get my head to a good spot for eating. Every minute or so I would straighten back up and try my best to flex them, to take the strain off. Throughout the entire process her hands were running along my sides and back, tracing little patterns. I couldn’t see her face, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Eventually I managed to finish just about everything in the bowl. I straightened back up to my elbows and knees. Her hands left off their stroking and emerged in front of my head, holding the panel gag in front of me, the ball still glistening a bit from being in my mouth before. The unspoken command was clear. I opened up my mouth, and she gagged me with a cluck of approval. The ball was seated firmly in my mouth and the straps and panel tightened down over my face again. Was it weird that it felt better and more normal to be gagged?

She picked up my leash and began to lead me on a circuit of the dungeon, giggling as I tried to find my feet. It took longer than I thought to figure out how to walk properly in this position, although she did offer a couple of pointers. Multiple circuits, around and around, but eventually I was able to move at a decent clip while she strode in her sexy domme boots. Not that I could run, done up like this, but at least I wasn’t slowing her down anymore.

Eventually we paused at a new spot, where some sort of contraption was set up. It appeared to be a large black box of some sort. She positioned me in front of it, lifting me up to partially rest on top of it. She begins to gently tease and stroke my cock. Her other hand trailed down and slowly drew her butt plug out of my ass. The slow draw had me thrusting a little bit into her hand, in an effort to get the damned thing out quicker. I feel myself beginning to stiffen again, and give a deep moan as the rear intruder is finally completely withdrawn.

I felt her breath next to my ear as she drew her face up next to the side of my head, “Okay Davey. This last one is going to be a little nicer. We’ll do it at your speed okay?”

“MMhhm mmhhpph?”

“There’s a nice lubricated sleeve in front of you. And you are going to fuck it for me.”

I moaned as she breathed those words right into my ear. I felt her fiddle with something down near my crotch, and then she was easing me forward. I felt my member push into the contraption in front of me, and I moaned again, deeper this time, as I felt the cool gel like interior engulf my penis.

“You’re going to fuck that whole like a little bitch Davey.” She ran her hands down my bare back and then gave me two firm spanks on my ass, “Whenever you’re ready slut.”

I had jumped from the spanks, and the motion had felt sooooooo good. Despite my exhaustion, despite my feeling that I couldn’t possibly cum again, I started making little hip thrusts into the hole my cock was in. Grinding up against the exterior. My bondaged arms tried to find a way to grip the sides of the damn thing, but kept slipping off and flopping around. Which amused my captress to no end.

“Awww are you having some trouble Davey? Do you need some motivation?”

I felt the unmistakeable sensation of her crop gliding along my buttocks. I shook my head and moaned as I continued to thrust into the wonderfully gel filled hole. God it felt good. But please don’t crop me! Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like she was going to listen. Not for something like this.

SMACK

“MMMPPPPH!!!”

“C’mon Davey, I know you can work that hole better. If you want to start having real morning sex with me again, and not watch me use that chastity dildo I’ve got now, you better show me what you’re bringing to the table. Impress me slave!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

“MMMMMPPPH!!!”

I began to pump my hips faster now, thrusting in and out. I managed to somehow fasten my elbows around the boxey outlines of the contraption, which helped steady my efforts. Her crop would lash out steadily, smacking my buttocks, or my thighs, to goad me on to further effort. I was whimpering into my gag. It felt soo good, and soooo painful. The sensations mixed together until I began to lose track of which was which.

Then I felt something else on my ass. The feeling of her latex gloved hand caressing first one cheek, and then the other. Her other hand was on my head, running through my hair and grabbing it in bunches as it left.

“MMmmmmmmmmm!” I moaned into my gag, eyes screwed shut.

“Are you my slave Davey?” Her voice whispered again next to my ear.

“MMMMMHHHMMM!!” I nodded jerkily, continuing to fuck the hole my cock was in. Gaaah. Yes I was. I’m yours. I’m yours! Please…just…oooohhhhhh…

I felt the hand on my rear slowly trace over until it was making circles around my rear entrance. I moaned desperately into the panel ball. Oh God. Oh please. I can’t…I want…Oh pleeeeease…

“Just relax Davey,” she whispered as two of her fingers began to press their way into me, “Relax and take it slave.”

“MWAAHHMMMM!” My moans were building now. Her active stimulation in my rear was…well it was overwhelming what little control over myself I still had.

“You’ll take this just like you take my plug, won’t you Davey?”

“MMhm, MMMHM!”

“You’re my little anal slut aren’t you?” Her two fingers fully inside me now.

“MMMMMMHHHMMMM!” I hammered my hips over and over again into the hole. I was drunk on her words. Drunk on what she was doing to me, and making me do. Drunk on her.

“Awww. I love that you are so agreeable now Davey.” She began to flex her two fingers, massaging my insides. It was driving me nuts. I tried to move even faster in my fucking of the hole.

“MMmmmmm! Mwaaammmm hhhhmmmmm!”

“Hmmm? Are you trying to tell me something sweetheart?” Her fingers continued their rear ministrations. Her other hand was stroking my head, running along my scalp.

“Mif…Miftrefffff…” I was panting heavily into my panel gag, “Uuuhh Waaannnfff Ggguuuummmmm!”

“You wanna cum?”

I felt like I was going to dislocate my neck I was nodding so fast.

“Do you wanna cum for your Mistress?”

“Uuuuuhhhhmmm!”

“You wanna cum for your Mistress because she owns you right?”

“MMMMHHMM! MMMHHMM!” Yes! Yes, oh God yes you own me! My thoughts were a frantic blur now. I was riding the edge. Fuck yes, you own me!

“Because I own you slave. I own your body. And pretty soon I’m going to own your mind too.” I could hear the note of satisfaction in her voice as she said that. Days ago that might have driven me into an angry tantrum, mmph’ing and struggling in my bonds. Generally being a pain. Now I just moaned and nodded my head. I wanted to cum for her. I wanted this.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, “Then cum for me slave. Cum for me Davey. Your Mistress. Your owner.”

She was only halfway through before I was already screaming into my gag, shooting my, significantly reduced, load into the hole. I collapsed against the boxey contraption, my pinioned arms and legs flopping about uselessly. I shuddered and shivered, spasmodically gripping the sides of the box into which I’d just deposited my sixth orgasm of the day. God sakes. I moaned as she gently withdrew her fingers from my rear, giving a little shiver as they popped free.

“Shhhh, hey,” she climbed up and pressed herself against me, her arms folding over and around for me to rest my head against, “What a good boy you are Davey.”

“Hhhppmmhhh,” I responded wearily.

“Such a good boy for me. Six orgasms in one day honey, you did so good!” She brushed a few kisses across the back of my neck, shifting my collar slightly with her nose, “Who’s my good boy huh?”

“Mmhhmmee!” I mumbled into my gag, wriggling against her. Her rubber and leather covered body felt heavenly against my naked one. I could feel her tightening her muscles periodically to shift her body against mine. Even in my exhausted, and thoroughly drained state, I felt a flicker of desire for morning sex. Now that my enforced chastity was gone, barring any future misdemeanors on my part, morning sex should be back on my routine.

We stayed like that for a while. It took a good deal longer than normal for me to get my shudders and whimpers under control. I mean, I’d never had anywhere near this much dungeon day style sex before, and it had completely overwhelmed me. By the time she had slotted me into that vacbed I was pretty darn sure that had been it for me. Somehow she had managed to drag another three orgasms from me. She was a damned orgasm magician! Or something, anyway.

Regardless, we stayed there. Me, hunched over that box, arms and legs still tightly bound. Panel gagged. Collared. Eyes shut, and head leaning against her arms. Her, rubber and leather covered body draped over me. Whispering comforting nothings into my ear. One arm under my head supporting my drowsing form. Another softly stroking my head, shoulder, and flank. Soothing me, and bringing me back from the depths that I had dropped into. Another idyllic moment in between bondage tortures. Just another part of my life now.

I was slowly coming to realize; I was actually starting to enjoy this. Enjoy my captivity.

I whiffled into my gag and snuggled into her arm.

“Ready for rubber bondage snuggles slave?” Her voice was soft, without the teasing edge it had had when egging me on to further orgasms.

I nodded. Watching movies while tied up, even if one of those movies would be her video journal of my capture and captivity, sounded like a good way to finish off our dungeon day.

This time when I fell asleep in her arms, I wouldn’t run.