Mike moaned as he felt the crop snap down onto his rubber covered ass. He paused in his crawl to squirm in place in his rubber bitchsuit, his hips involuntarily thrusting as the vibrating butt plug buzzed against his prostate. His hands uselessly flexed inside the bondage mittens she had placed them in. Those were now a standard part of his day, only being freed at night when he was tucked into his bed. Or cage.

"MMMmmmmmm!!"

"Did my little slut like that?" Her warm, teasing voice came from on high. The thick hood left him nearly blind with only two small eye holes. The large penis gag kept him silent, beyond his moans. Mike moaned again, thrusting the air, as the crop snapped twice more onto his rear, before pausing to caress and tease his rear.

"If only your cock could really demonstrate its enjoyment, hmm?"

Mike moaned in frustration, reminded of the cage enclosing his member. His whine took on a plaintive note, and then changed to a muffled yelp as three more swift blows from the crop got him moving again. His captor had decided to put him in the bitchsuit this morning and had been relentless. Where usually there would be a couple of breaks throughout the day for her to screw him and then strapon him, there had only been the relentless tease of the butt plug today. The snap and swish of the crop. And her teasing, erotic control. 

He crawled along the floor, liberally encouraged by her crop smacking against his rear. The buzzing of the plug was sufficient to stop him in his tracks again, and again, and again, as he made circuit after circuit of what had once been his home. He realized, as he moaned and humped the air yet again, that he had at some point ceased to think of it as his home anymore. At most, it was his prison. But really, everything more and more seemed to be hers. His still nameless, anonymous captress. She had effortlessly kept him captive here for...well, long enough that he had completely lost track of the days he had spent wrapped up in bondage. During the day she tormented him in person. At night, her voice crooned to him as he drifted off to sleep. Promising all manner of things. If only he would give in. Submit. Surrender.

He shook his head, growling a little into his gag as another crop strike sent him skittering forward on his elbows and knees. He just needed some time to think clearly! Just a half hour of not having her overbearing presence teasing him, or controlling him, or generally making his life an erotic hellscape.

The butt plug gave a mighty buzz in his rear and he gasped into his gag, sucking hard on the penis gag. It didn't bloody seem likely.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!"

She crouched down next to him suddenly, one hand massaging his rear, while the other wrapped around his chest, halting him in place, "Does my boy like having both of his holes stuffed? Hmmm?"

Mike moaned, and bucked as her questing fingers began to shift the plug within him as they massaged his rear.

"Yeeeaaahh...You love being my little bondage slut, don't you? Oh I know," She chuckled and used her other arm to stroke his hooded head while she continued to tease his rear, "I know. You don't want to admit it yet. But I know it. And deep down you know it too. You know you want to be my collared bondage bitch. And hell, I haven't come across a playmate like you in a long while. Certainly not one I was in a position to...heh" she squeezed the plug causing Mike to buck and keen into his gag, "Well...keep. I mean, I've pretty much ruined you for any other girl out there. By the time I'm really done, you're not going to feel normal without my collar around your throat, my leather bondage encircling your limbs, and my strapon pounding you in the rear. Or getting sucked off by your slut mouth. How does that sound, slave boy?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Mike was panting and screaming into his gag, though it was with no small amount of shame that he realized the primary feeling coursing through him was lust and desire, not fear. He moaned again as he felt her hands fiddle around his chastised cock, before slowly slipping the cage off. One of her hands wrapped around his cock, the other began to shift the plug inside him back and forth.

"Now, slaveboy. Make yourself cum like the horny slut you are. And as you fuck yourself silly, realize that this is your place in the world."

Mike moaned and began to thrust himself into her hand, feeling the plug in his rear shift to press and then withdraw, and then press again into his prostate. His cock was already rapidly hardening as he frantically bucked his hips, moaning into his cock gag. He felt horrible. He felt dirty. He couldn't even control himself for a few moments. He hadn't even paused for thought before obeying her command to pleasure himself.

He couldn't...he couldn't let her...let her win.

He couldn't...he had to...to stop...he had...

Mike continued to buck his hips at a rapid pace, his breath coming in short sharp gasps.

"Is my slut ready to cum for his mistress?"

Mike nodded his head, moaning frantically.

"You are my horny little bondage slut, aren't you?"

Mike felt his head nodding almost automatically, and squeezed his eyes shut in shame as his body teetered on the edge.

"Then cum for me slaveboy. Cum for your mistress."

Mike screamed into his gag as he felt himself release, pumping through her hand onto the floor beneath him. The butt plug's vibrations pulsing through him in time with his thrusts. He shuddered inside his rubber and leather prison, eyes squeezed shut still as though he could will this nightmare away. When he had agreed to playtime with this madwoman he had never, ever imagined it would get this far. That she would stay this long. That he would actually, really...feel the way she made him feel. That she had pushed him right to the edge. And there he teetered. On the very verge of taking the plunge. To where she waited, in his subconscious. With that teasing grin of hers, holding the collar he wore around his neck.

He couldn't give in though. He couldn't. That wasn't...that couldn't happen.

Could it?

Mike suddenly gasped as the plug was deliberately eased out of him. He had a few moments of shuddering emptiness before he felt a new rubber presence pressed up to his rear entrance. He felt her weight settle behind him, and she leaned onto him from behind,

"I hope you enjoyed that Michael, because now I'm going to fuck you. Tonight, you will bathe your mistress dressed in your rubber and chains. Then I will fuck you again. Then I will put you to bed, with your training tapes, and tease you alllllll night. And then you have another full day of being my bitch tomorrow."

Mike moaned and he heard her chuckle as she began to press the strapon into him, "Oh you wonderful horny little slut. I don't know where you've been all my life, but you are mine. Perhaps not completely yet, but soon enough. Soon enough, slave boy."

Mike groaned as she began to slowly shift into a steady fucking rhythm. It was one with which he had become quite familiar over the length of his captivity. He couldn't last much longer. It was too much. She was...she was too much. She was...was...toooooo...oooooohhhhhhh

His mind slowly dissolved into pleasure as the strapon began to vibrate as it steadily ground in and out of him. His moans shifted in tone, very definitely becoming shot through with pleasure. Behind him his mistress smiled in triumph. There it was. The first true fuck where his mind had finally shut itself off and surrendered to the pleasure of the moment. With that threshold crossed, it would be easier each time. She began to moan along with him, slapping his rubber covered rear on occasion as she smiled wildly behind him. She was well on her way to owning her very own bondage pet. And she couldn't wait to finally take him home.