Mike gave a muffled whimper. Followed by a sharp gasp of pain as his captor gave him a quick smack with her crop,

"I said I didn't want to hear complaints Michael. At all." She settled back onto the couch, booted feet splayed out in a confident domineering position. Mike was kneeling in front of her once more, his usual position. This time his bondage had been swapped out for a very involved, and very secure leather straitjacket. Besides the usual restraints, and belts, and all other manner of cinches to keep him strapped down tight, it had the added bonus (from her perspective) of several crotch straps. These straps helped frame the gorgeous and secure chastity cage she had found for her pet. The one in which his member was currently pressed up tightly against, and pulsing with desperate pleasure for release.

Mike looked like he was about to whimper again, but eventually thought better of it. Instead he bent back down to continue cleaning her boots with his tongue. She had reintrodued the chastity cage as another method for control. Now, apart from when they were fucking, or when she was fucking him with her strapon, he was always caged up. And she had started to become a little more devious with her punishments. Now it might simply be that sex was postponed for eight hours. Or a day. Adding to his torture, as she would make a point of seductively teasing him. Perhaps strapping him down and giving him a dance. Or simply touching and stroking him while whispering of all the things they could have been doing.

Needless to say, Mike had begun trying to please her even more. He had gotten used to their raunchy sexcapades at least one a day, plus a strapon session often enough. But now if he misbehaved, or messed up somehow, that was to be denied to him. He stifled a groan of frustration. It just wasn't fair!

His kidnapper looked down at him, her crop stroking little circles over his back and rear. God she loved him like this. Utterly helpless. Utterly horny. And completely besotted with her, unless she wildly missed her guess. He didn't even complain anymore when she demanded things that had sent him into long bouts of hostile refusal in their first few days together. Now he ate her out the moment she asked. Now he sucked and was fucked by her strapon, and his moans were of pleasure now rather than angry shame. Now when she coupled with him he cried out in ecstasy as he came, rather than whimpers as in his first few days. 

She gave a wide smile, which Mike missed as he kissed and licked her boots. And the chastity device would be of serious help in tweaking his behaviour. He needed to learn that pleasure only came from her, and only if he was a good boy. Besides, he needed to get used to it.

She arched her back against the couch, casting another look around the expansive room. Ignoring the slave at her feet for a moment. This had been an excellent decision, she thought to herself. She hummed in satisfaction, idly forming her hair into a ponytail as her mind wandered. She hadn't expected to get so sidetracked. She really could have left days and days ago. Her trail was ice cold so far as anyone who might be trying to find her was concerned. But...but Michael had some serious potential. And he was a fun little slut to keep around and control. He had responded so well to her initial training, which hadn't been aimed at anything more than making certain they had a fun couple of weeks together, that she had decided she really did want to stay and see how far things could go.

She resumed making little circles around his ass with her crop, occasionally giving it a small flick to encourage him. He would give little squeaks of fear and pain, tinged with desperate arousal, and she had to restrain herself from giving a hungry growl. Oooooh yes, that cage of his was coming off tonight. Then perhaps she would try taking him again on the dining room table, give him a bit of a view of the outside world.

After all, his chances for ever seeing it again without her collar wrapped around his throat were dwindling by the day.