All fairytales had to end some time, just as summer had to give way to autumn.

Ms Carol Hunter was feeling rather melancholy on her drive home from the school. Just a pair of weeks ago she had still been enjoying an enchanting summer adventure of kink, domination, and subjugation. She had been enthralling her prized boy into a perfectly submissive state, binding him mentally and physically. The novel project she had used as an excuse to have him over during the summer had been finished in mid-August, leaving the better part of two weeks for her to focus purely on his slave training. She had even been able to keep him in bondage without any complete release since June, and he had been over the moon with happiness! The past few months had been wondrous, more so than she had expected.

And she’d had to give it all up.

Carol grinned wryly at herself, her eyes briefly flicking up to the rearview mirror. Well, hardly all of it. But surrendering her boy back to the real world…that had hurt.

Her mind drifted back to that wonderful vision of the two of them on her porch. Every time she had gone out to sit by herself while her boy toiled away at his chores inside. Every time she had dared to bring him outside without any bonds save his collar so he could curl up at her feet and read to her. Every time, she had eventually lost herself in her vision of the future. She, sitting and reading with a cool glass of lemonade. Enjoying the cooler summer evening air, and the enjoyable novelty of reading fiction that wasn’t to do with one of her students. And her boy. Completely clothed in tight, body hugging rubber, and strictly bound in leather. Looking up at her adorably, her ownership tag dangling so pleasingly openly from the thick posture collar. Her perfect captive. A perfect picture of the future.

Of course, she hadn’t dared get him into rubber. Still so damnably uncertain of herself, Carol had hesitated each time. Despite her boy’s increasing submission, despite her own control over his day-to-day becoming nigh absolute…still she had hesitated. She hadn’t forced the issue, she hadn’t tried to talk to her boy…and so she had lost him back to the real world.

A single day before his parents returned…before school started up again…she had returned him. She had needed to let him go…needed to let him advance to the next stage of his life, heading away to university. He still would be in town for another month, attending the fall graduation, but he had to be free. And so she had to let him go. And she had.

More or less.

Carol sucked in a sudden breath, a satisfied hum sounding in the otherwise quiet vehicle. She had laid it all out for her boy the day that she had dropped him off back at his home. She giggled as she remembered, the way his eyes had widened above the ballgag when she had marched him into his home. How he had bleated and squirmed in his cuffs, tugging against the leash that held him by the collar. As though he expected his parents to be waiting in the dining room, shocked and disapproving at his submissive, kinky attire.

“Shhhh, shhh, sweetie, it’s okay,” Carol had murmured. She had pulled him in close, stroking his cheek to calm him, “Everyone is still gone, they won’t be back for another day at least.”

That had calmed him. It didn’t hurt that his English teacher cum Mistress had been pressed up against him, with one hand firmly stroking his latex clad rump.

“I figured you would need at least a day to decompress. We’ve had quite the summer, you and I.” Carol remembered having to fight the hitch in her voice. Even then, even with her compromise, she hadn’t wanted to let go.

“Yeff Mifftresff,” her boy had mumbled into his gag, eyes peering up at her as his head tilted against her chest.

“But you’re still going to be my boy…right sweetie?” Carol had grinned at her boy, tracing her fingers along his nearly naked form, enjoying the quivers that raced along after her touch had passed.

He had nodded, and she had given him a gentle kiss on his gag.

“Such a good boy. Now, you need to be released so that you can finally graduate. Achieving what you and I have been working for all summer long, right?”

Another nod.

“But I think perhaps not quite…entirely released.” Another grin down at him, another stroke across his cheek, another firm grip of his rump. He had stared up at her, adoringly trusting. Her boy had always been fairly worshipful of her, the notebook full of eroticized drawings of her made that abundantly clear, but the last several months of her auditory training had further reduced any nascent resistance he might have had.

“You’re going to be doing three things for me while we are…apart,” Carol had almost crooned the words as she kept herself pressed against him. Touching him. Feeling him. Encompassing his senses and filling his awareness with nothing but herself.

“First, you are going to keep listening to my audio tapes while you sleep. You’ve been so much more relaxed and energetic, I don’t want you to lose that.” Carol had traced the outside of her boy’s ear, her eyes locked on his.

“Yeff Miftreff.” The edges of his mouth twitched in a smile around his gag.

“Good boy. Second, I am going to leave your uniform and cuffs behind. A little bondage first aid package. When you are alone, I want you in your uniform, practicing. Those slave positions we tried out, moving around in your bondage, and the simple wonder of being bound. I don’t want you to lose the progress you’ve made. You can do that for me…right?” She breathily asked him, nibbling his ear.

“Y-yeff Mifftreff! Mmmmmm…” His eyes had lidded, almost entirely shut as he luxuriated in the feelings coursing through his body.

Carol had trailed her free hand down to so very gently run across the front of his latex shorts. Across the outline of his trembling, twitching cock.

“And finally…I want to keep this under control…”

“uhhmmffff…” Her boy had moaned, and then had moaned even more as Carol had produced the chastity cage. His chastity cage.

“Since you can’t be walking around with my collar on…” She had flicked his nose with a delighted giggle, “No matter how much we both might want you to…I figure this would be the next best thing. You’ll be reminded, every day, who owns you. And only you, and I, will know. Our little secret…”

There hadn’t been any resistance. Carol had even released him first, ordering him to clean himself up before instructing him on the proper fitting of his cage. He had trembled a little as he fitted the device onto himself, but managed a blushing smile when she knelt down before him to thread the padlock through. The tiny snickof the lock, so audible to them both in that quiet house, announced his submission to her. A secret submission, that only two souls knew about…for now at least.

Carol Hunter after all…had plans.

She chuckled quietly, treasuring still that look on her boys face when she rose from in front of him. Dangling his key between her fingers. The key that now rested, openly, on a thin necklace chain round her neck. She made several more turns in her vehicle, finally drawing into her neighbourhood and thence onwards to the small detached house that was her home. All the while humming happily to herself. She carefully backed into her driveway and, after a moment to fiddle with her garage door opener, all the way into the enclosed garage. Ms. Carol Hunter, English teacher, turned off the car and stepped out, walking around to the trunk. Mistress Carol Hunter, bondage enthusiast and burgeoning femdom, popped the trunk open and lifted it clear.

Within the trunk, snugly hogtied in his school clothes, was her boy. Cuffed, gagged, and blindfolded. He moaned as he heard the trunk move, and Mistress Hunter chuckled, “Hello darling. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Let’s get you out of there…”

Her boy moaned appreciably as she undid his hogtie, and then helped him out of the trunk. Still blind and mute, he stood in place, squirming deliciously, as Carol paused to admire him. It had been nearly two weeks since she had released him back to the wider world. Two weeks without him in her home, under her hand, in her ropes. Wearing her collar. Speaking of which…

Carol turned and snagged the thicker, heavier posture collar that she had selected from the bondage boutique she had visited two days ago. Her boy grunted in surprise as the entirety of his neck was suddenly enclosed in tight rubber, but she shushed him as she buckled it home. Now wasn’t the time for silly interruptions from her pet. Besides, if she wasn’t occasionally pushing him along, getting him comfortable with new things, he would become a lazy pet. And that just wouldn’t do at all.

Carol snapped a lead to his collar, pulling the still blindfolded and bound young man along behind her into the house. It was perhaps a trifle more untidy than usual. Carol had gotten used to having a servant around the house over the summer. But no matter. He was back here now, at least for a few hours. She would certainly make the most of it.

She drew him into the living room, where their adventure into intensive bondage had really begun, before she stopped and removed his blindfold. He stood there, blinking in adorable fleeting confusion, before his eyes found her and he grinned around his gag once more. Perfect. Just perfect. She stepped close and gave him another lingering kiss on his gag.

“I’ll take some refreshment here sweetie. You still know where everything is…yes?”

He hurriedly nodded, and she recuffed his hands in front of him with a short chain between them.

“Good. Off you go then. Mistress has had a rather taxing day…”

Carol settled herself into the large leather couch as her pet scurried away to begin fixing a drink for her. Two weeks since she had had him like this, thought they’d seen each other almost every day. Two weeks of having to watch him scribbling in his notebook in class. Dutifully taking notes of course, but still sketching too no doubt. Two weeks of wanting, achingly desiring, to keep him after class. To force him back into bondage, to plug that smiling mouth with a thick gag, strap a thick blindfold over those wide, bright eyes, and spirit him away for good. Shove him into her trunk like so much cargo, and drive off into the sunset. To make him confront his reality as her slave, openly and permanently.

Carol purred hungrily as she let her imagination run wild. Suppose she made off with her boy, lighting out for the hills to a remote little cabin that she had put together. Miles and miles away from anyone who might prove the slightest help, she could at last have him in his proper place. She could at last introduce him to the tight encompassing rubber slave outfit that she had never had the courage to ask him to hop into. She would coax him into it, making it a sensual game as his limbs were graudally enclosed. She would massage and tease, and entice him ever further into the embrace of tight rubber. And once his form was entirely enclosed...then she would bind him. No little cuffs or ropes for him once he was in rubber. No, her rubber slave would have his arms laced into a restrictive armbinder, pinioning his limbs behind his back. She would silence him with a rubber cock gag, forcing him to suck to stop from drooling all over himself. She would hood him, collar him, make him into her dream slave.

He would be her little rubber bondage bitch at last, and she could relax in the knowledge that no one would find them. He’d perform his chores around the house. He’d act as her little fucktoy when she felt like it. Pleasing her with his mouth or with the dildo gag she strapped to him. Or by taking her strapon. She bit her lip a little as she imagined the squealing, desperate noises he would make as she finally was able to cut loose. He’d pull her in the wagon-carriage she had rigged up to fulfill her pony slave fantasies. Reduced for a day, or more, to being her beast of burden. And then, perhaps, having to win his human status once more. What promises could she extract from him? What things would he pledge, all to win free from her stables. Knowing that he would inevitably find himself back there some time in the future...knowing that there was no true escape from her desires. He would be her slave. Her prisoner. Her boy. She could keep him…train him…enjoy him…all while knowing that her boy adored her utterly. It was heady stuff indeed, that little escape into some dream-like future.

Carol accepted the drink from her boy with a murmur of thanks as he re-entered the room. God but that collar looked good on him. The cuffs too. Maybe she should try to break out that rubber…no…no. Too much. Not yet at least. It was his first time back with her. Deep seated though her fantasy was…her boy required a more subtle touch to reel back in. Carol gazed up at him, smiling her winning, slightly sultry smile. He stood beside her as she took a sip, whimpering a little as her other hand groped his rump through his pants. Then trailing across his outer thigh. Then inwards…inwards…until she felt a hard artificial shape through his pants.

Her boy moaned in abject need, thrusting his hips.

Carol chuckled as she teasingly squeezed the locked and very full chastity cage, “Not yet sweetie. Mistress is going to sit here and enjoy herself. You have your usual chore list to complete. Finish that up…and then we can play.”

Her tinkling laughter followed him out of the room as he scurried as quickly as he could. God but she wanted him. She wanted him in rubber, in bondage, and down below her. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted him to pleasure her first, or if she wanted to take him first with her strapon. But she wanted both. She wanted him to be her little pet again. Her fucktoy that she could wall away from the world and keep without anyone asking silly questions about.

But she hadn’t gotten to do that. Wouldn’t have the opportunity for those glorious multi-day sessions she still had running through her head for a long, long time. Hell, today had only happened because she had overheard in passing that he was once again on his own this evening. She hadn’t been able to help herself, it being a Friday and all. As class had drawn to a close, she had wandered over to look at his work. Sure enough, she had found him sketching out a scene of what she knew to be the two of them. The domme’s face was a pleasing rendition of her own, grinning down at the slave who looked up at her submissively from his position on his knees. She’d only glanced at it quickly, snapping the notebook up with a crisp, “You’ll stay after class.”

“But I—”

Her booted leg had clacked down authoritatively as she’d smoothly pivoted back. Looking down at her boy. Watching him squirm in his seat, the stirrings of a blush peeking out around his cheeks. Carol had let the moment stretch for a few moments longer than she would with other pupils before reaching down to rap her knuckles against the desk, “Closing in on graduation does not mean standards slip mister. We’ll discuss this in private I think.”

Carol’s eyes danced with gleeful satisfaction as her boy’s eyes fastened on the key…on his key, dangling around her neck. She could well imagine how he must be swelling against that cage, especially as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Two weeks of chastity would do that to a boy, with not even a hint of release since he’d hardly been able to be close to her since his freeing.

“Y-y-yes Miss.”

“Good…” She had strode back to her desk, heart hammering in her chest. Surreptitiously checking that desk drawer, the one she normally kept locked. The dull gleam of black leather greeted her momentary check, and she smoothly slid the drawer closed once again. After that it was just a small matter of ignoring him. Not a hint of her attention would go her way as she worked at the never ending tide of administrative minutia that seemed to flood her desk. Her other students were quiet as church mice after that little episode. Ms Carol Hunter didn’t often keep students for detention, and no one was especially eager to stick around to see her ‘bad’ side. Soon enough, it was the end of class, and her other students were filing out. And she had been left alone with her blushing, squirming boy.

She had let him stew then. Drawing out his discomfort and uncertainty for long delicious minutes while she finished up with her daily tasks. Then…

“Get that little butt of yours over here.” Carol snapped her fingers, pointing next to her chair, “On your knees, hands behind your back.”

He scrambled over to her, getting down into the proper position, just as she had taught him over the summer. His chest thrust out, eyes staring straight ahead, lined up with her chest amusingly enough. She had finished her final signature with a flourish, and then swiveled her chair around. Planting her legs to either side of him, and creating a suddenly intimate space. The drawer slid smoothly open beneath her fingers.

“My sweet boy. How does it feel to be my secret prisoner?” Carol asked with a grin, pulling a pair of leather cuffs out of the drawer and beckoning for his arms.

“I-in-incredible…” he had stammered, that blush rising in his cheeks once more. He dutifully passed her his wrists, one by one, letting her lock them away, “I just…I just want, uhm…I w-want this…so much…”

Carol’s grin sharpened for a moment, her eyes locked on his, “You miss being my little pet student that much, hmmm?”

He nodded, an answering shy smile flickering across his face, “I…uhm, yes. I do. Uhm, Mistress.”

“Well happily for you…I think I have this evening free.” Carol locked his wrists behind his back, and then cocked her head to one side slightly, running a finger teasingly across his neck, “How about you? Does my boy want to become my prisoner again?”

She felt him swallow beneath her finger, “I…my uhm, my parents are o-out…I would…would really love it…”

Carol had pressed a finger against his lips, her other hand holding up the cherry red ballgag, “The last words I want you to tell me…you know them…”

Around her finger, he had murmured quietly but steadily, “Make me yours Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

Then had come the remaining cuffs. Then had come the blindfold. Then she had pulled his pants down, bent him over her desk, picked up her crop, and proceeded to relive that first wonderful memory of her domination. There was no hesitation this time in his counting though, no protests that she couldn’t do this, or that this was somehow all a mistake that he could win free from with sufficient apologies. There was just the steady sound of her crop striking flesh. Of his squeaks and squeals, followed by his muffled count of the blows. He took two dozen of them, his ass a pleasingly pink colour, before she stopped and gently massaged his aching bottom with a balm. Then it was pants back on, boy up from the desk, and away she had pulled him. Out into the mostly empty school, hustling him along quickly to her car as her heart pounded a mile a minute.

Carol had chosen her moment well though. The only people they saw were dim silhouettes far down the various hallways. Much too distant for them to realize that the two figures trotting along were not two friendly students, or perhaps a couple of teachers, but rather a domme and her sub. A teacher…and her pet.

“Mine again,” She has crooned to him as she had traced him into the hogtie in her trunk, “I wonder if I’ll let you go this time…I wonder if you want me to let you go this time…?”

Her boy had mumbled something into his gag, but she hadn’t been interested in translating his gag speak. At least, not as much as the dramatic moment of slamming the trunk shut on her final words to him.

Carol ended up having a second drink to tide her over while her house was put back into a spotless condition. She shook her head mockingly at herself. One summer of being a slave-owner and she had fallen quite a ways from the disciplined approach she had once taken to all chores. Now that she had a strapping young man to take care of such things, it was hardly necessary for her to worry about pedestrian housework.

Her boy’s reward for his chores being completed was the privilege of giving his Mistress a much needed foot massage. Carol had luxuriated in his touch, leaning back and burying herself deeper within the leather of the couch as her boy worked his fingers over her aching soles.

“Oooooh, I have missed this darling.”

Her boy had mumbled his thanks, and Carol had leaned forward to ruffle his hair appreciatively, “I’m serious Pet. I enjoy this quite a bit. You’ve got a knack with my feet…”

Carol had enjoyed a few more of his blushes as she mused aloud about his other positive submissive attributes. It was especially delicious since he would only rarely lift his eyes, and the few times that he did he found the warm, twinkling gaze of his Mistress on him. And he would blush anew and bend back to his task.

Such a delicious young man. And he would be hers. Was hers already. He simply had yet to acknowledge it.

It was such a shame that they wouldn’t have more time to play this evening. That she had to let him go without even getting to keep him overnight. But his graduation ceremony was tomorrow, so it would simply be impossible to keep him at her home. Regardless of the thoughts she had of leading him down the aisle at the end of her leash.

She hooked a finger through the d-ring of his collar, pulling him up from where he had been massaging her feet and plopping him down onto the couch next to her. A quick snap of another lock, and his hands were safely tucked away once more. And then Carol slowly unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. Pulling back the folds like she was unwrapping a present. Or letting a flower bloom. And there, beneath the folds of cotton, was her prize. Her boy’s caged, throbbing cock. Carol ran a few teasing fingers around the base, tracing across his heaving balls…and then began to slowly, excrutiatingly erotically, stroke. Up and down. Back and forth. Gliding her hand so gently, so sensually, over his caged member.

Her boy let out a bleat of frustrated arousal, his eyes wide and staring as he writhed on the couch beside her.

“You’re still listening to my wonderful audio tapes aren’t you?” Carol asked, in the tone of someone inquiring about the weather, “My boy still understands he needs to relax doesn’t he?”

“Mmmhhmmm effey iight Mifftreff.” He groaned, hips frantically trying to thrust to get just a little more friction. The barest hint of additional grip. But Carol gave him nothing. The stroking continued, now lighter, now more intense, stopping and starting at irregular intervals. Driving her boy mad with lust.

“Good boy. You’ve been sleeping so much better, listening to me at night aren’t you?”

Nods and grins around his gag, his eyes a little wild. Of course he was. The first pair of hour long recordings, and the last two as well, were genuinely intended to ensure he slept well. It was the hours of content in the middle that were the recordings that ensured his continued spiral into submissive bliss.

“Good boy.” Carol suddenly stopped her stroking and gripped his chastity cage. Tight. Her boy gasped, needy whimpers tumbling from his gagged lips, “I’ve enjoyed knowing I have you locked away. I’ve enjoyed knowing you are still mine, even though to the world you appear to be a normal young man.”

“Now,” her arms went around him, pulling him up to perch on her lap, before pulling him back against her, “Our first game this evening. You need to convince me to unlock your cock. If you can do that, bound and gagged as you are…you get to orgasm tonight.” Carol grinned as she circled a single finger around and around, gently teasing his tip, “If you fail to convince me after…hmmm…let’s say forty minutes…then you’ll be staying locked up for our little play session. In either event, you’ll still be leaving my house the same way you came in. Bound, gagged, blindfolded, in my trunk…and locked in chastity.”

Carol griped his chastity cage with one hand, the other tilting his head back by the jaw so she could nibble at his ear before crooning, “Is my boy ready to play?”

He nodded, almost spastically.

“Time to shine then. Make me believe you want to cum.”

He turned, eyes locking with her own, and pressed his gagged lips to hers. A low hungry moan pulsed between them, as she felt his hips thrusting his caged cock against her hand.

It was a very good start.

Graduation Day:

“Ms Hunter! Ms Hunter!”

Carol turned, smiling, as her boy trotted over in his graduation gown and cap. His mother trailing behind him. The fall graduation ceremony had been fairly well attended, and the after-ceremony hall was somewhat packed.

“Ah, hello! Congratulations!” Carol hugged him, “Not just on this, but I heard you managed to get into a certain Novel Writing programme…?” She waggled her eyebrows, “I have my sources…”

Her boy and his mother both chuckled, but he responded first, “it’s so wonderful! I can’t believe I made it in!”

“I read your entire writing project from the summer that you submitted.” Carol said firmly, patting his arm, “I can believe it.”

“Thank you so much Ms Hunter,” her boy’s mother gave her a hug, “he really seems to have found his calling since working with you. I think that summer really did wonders for him!”

Carol grinned and met her boy’s eyes for a moment. She could see the knowledge burning in his eyes, even as it danced in her own. She imagined her boy sinking to his knees in front of her, of her tipping his graduation cap away to buckle a collar around his head. Of pointing down to her knee high boots, and having him worship them before his friends and family. Of cementing in the eyes of all and sundry that he was her slave. But instead she smiled at the mother, her arms hugging herself tightly for a few moments, “I’m so happy to have played a part. I think he’ll be a natural!”

Carol flicked her eyes back over to her boy, enjoying the slight flush colouring his cheeks. He was a natural, sure enough. Just not only as a writer, “When will you be heading off to university?”

“Oh, uhm, a-after Christmas I think. Gives me some t-time to relax and prepare.”

“I think that’s a splendid idea.” Carol patted his shoulder, “it’ll be a big step, being away from home.”

“Oh, there’s Mrs Carpenter. Darling, I’ll be back in a moment.” His mother squeezed his shoulder and headed off towards the refreshments table where Mrs Carpenter, a bubbly redheaded MILF that Carol had fantasized about being on both ends of a leash from, was currently regaling several other mothers with some tale. As his mother departed for the drinks table, Carol closed in suddenly on her boy.

“I hope you realize that your chastity cage is staying on, even when you leave for university. You need to stay focused while you are away. Disciplined.”

He whimpered a little, but was still utterly enthralled. Holding still and trying not to make it seem obvious that he was trembling like a leaf in a gale.

“It’ll give you a reason to come back and visit.” Carol smiled, fleetingly griping his arms as though sizing him up, “Because the only time that cage comes off your cock, will be when you are bound and at my feet.”

Her boy blushed. Furiously and silently. For any onlookers, Carol might have been telling him how proud she was of him for his accomplishments. And in a way…she was.

“Anytime you feel like having a chance to orgasm, you come back and see me. Your cage at the foot of my bed will be waiting.”

Carol grinned, kissed his cheek, and then turned to go back to congratulating others of her students who had graduated. Leaving her boy blushing and squirming behind her. Probably painfully tight against his cage too.

She was very much looking forward to that first desperate phone call from her pet. She didn’t think he was even going to make it to university before he was begging to come back for another play session.

And who knows? Perhaps she’d get in touch with his university programme director. English and Novel writing courses were so delightfully flexible these days. Very well suited to students who wanted to take the courses online. Who weren’t able to physically attend classes for any sort of reason at all.

Carol purred throatily, that image of her and her boy on her porch still dancing in her head. It was going to happen. She would make sure of it…