I hummed to myself, my leather boots kicked up onto the dash of the car, the summer sun playing over the leather toes and shining on the unforgiving stiletto heels with their metal pins. I glanced at them, then frowned, rubbing a scuff off the toe with a small tutt of annoyance. Not that it would matter, soon I would have a gorgeous young man all ready to polish them for me until they shined. It would give a new meaning to the term ‘spit shine’.

I cracked an evil smile, watching my rearview. The house I was staking out was a boring little redbrick townhouse on the outskirts which had been split into 2 flats to be rented out to students. The one I was watching was the ground floor flat, shared by a pretty little brunette and her roommate. Unfortunately the house next to it had a camera, and I didn’t want to show up on the tape if any suspicions were raised. Not that they should be, I reminded myself.

I started slightly as I saw movement in the rearview. It was the cute little brunette. Her hair a frizz of dark curls, she ran up the steps to the house, then cursed, realising she’d forgotten her keys. She glanced around, then picked up the gnome on the front step and retrieved the key from underneath it. She opened the door with it, then propped the door open with her foot to return the key back under the gnome and vanished inside.

“Jackpot,” I breathed softly.

Sure, I’d brought lockpicks and stuff, but a spare key? That was just going to make life so much easier. Within moments, she’d reappeared, lifting a case on wheels over the threshold, then shut the door after her. I watched her drag it over to her beat up little Volkswagen bug, load up and back smoothly out of the drive. No sooner had she vanished down the road, then I sat up in earnest.

There he was. That’s my boy.

Sauntering down the street, head on one side like he was in some little daydream all of his own, the dappled shade from the trees played over his light brown hair. It looked like he’d developed a tan, I thought critically. Been out in the sun enjoying the surprisingly balmy weather over the last few weeks. Well, I’d soon change that. I resisted the urge to turn fully around to stare out of the back windscreen. I couldn’t risk him smelling trouble, not yet, but I devoured him with my eyes, drinking in his face and those gorgeous green eyes.

They’d look so much better staring at me out of a bondage hood.

I shifted slightly in the seat of my car as I imagined it, biting my lip, then watched him vanish into the house, barely glancing around in his hurry. I knew what he was hurrying for. Of course I did. How did I know that? Well, I read his bondage blog of course. We were both patrons of the same fetish website and I’d been hooked on him after seeing this novice video he posted a year or so ago. Sure it had been a bit grainy and he’d been really careful not to show his face, but I knew he was the one. Everything after that had only confirmed it, his likes, his posts… that he’d been dying for the day his exams were over so he could finally kick back and relax.

How did I know it was his last exam today? Well… I hacked into his computer. He made a bad download off the website, with a nasty little programme attached, and that gave me access to his computer without him knowing. I found out his name, address, school, everything. Then it was just a matter of researching the university to find out their exam timetable. My ex-boyfriend told me that I had stalkerish tendencies. I told him that he just needed to learn to appreciate a girl that really cared. Speaking of which…

I pulled out my phone. With a few taps, I had turned his webcam on and was watching him through it. I giggled to myself as I watched him strip, my hungry eyes taking in every inch as he started to wrap himself up all ready for me, not that he knew it. I tapped again, setting my phone to record. I wanted to be able to watch this over and over and over… I watched intently as he left the room with the keys for his cuffs. So they were somewhere in the rest of the house, good to know…

I continued to watch as he padded back into the room and gasped aloud as he locked himself away, biting into my leather glove as he eased a butt plug into himself. It was like he was putting on an inadvertent sex show, the webcam angled just right to give me the best view of his cute little butt and its new little addition. I’d googled it when I’d seen the purchase confirmation come through on his email. I heartily approved of that little number and I couldn’t wait to toy with it. And him. He left the remote on his bedside table, I noted, programming it with something, then continued, sliding the hood on and chaining himself up.

That was my cue.

I forced myself to stop watching his struggle and slid the phone away, getting out of my car and locking it behind me. I crossed the street almost at a run, ducking my head slightly and walking towards the door at an angle so that all the camera on the house next door would see was my back. I was deliberately wearing a bulky coat with a hood, so there wasn’t much for them to see, but all the same. I ducked down and pulled the spare key from under the gnome with my leather-gloved hand and let myself in.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I shut it quietly behind me. I started listening intently, ears pricking up as I tip-toed through the kitchen and into the living room, making sure my heeled boots didn’t clatter on the floor. I scanned the room, the beige furnishings, the battered leather sofa… the keys on the sidetable.

“Oh so easy,” I whispered, snagging the keys and dropping them into my pocket.

I listened again, and saw a door open ahead of me, and saw his face, aimed straight in my direction. For a moment I froze, terrified, sure that I’d been given away, sure he must have seen me in the doorway… but then I blew out a long breath, sighing in relief at the sight of his leather wrapped face and it’s thick blindfold. The tight hood encased every inch of his face and neck and sealed away those sparkling eyes, a leather collar locked around his neck to hold it in place. I crept towards him, biting my lip as I watched him grind into the carpet, his trapped limbs twitching and turning, periodically yanking on the chains. His naked form, banded with thick leather cuffs at his wrists and ankles, was compressed into a hogtie, short chains holding his wrists and ankles tightly together, all held in place with an unyielding little padlock – a padlock I now held the key to.

The thrill of power washed through me like a shot of vodka, a blazing heat right behind my heart as I gave him an evil smile he couldn’t possibly see. I could hear him sucking away on a gag of some kind, and heard the soft little vibrations of the plug buried deep in his butt and it drove me wild. I stood right in front of him, his head inches from my boots and stared down at him, feeling the heady power I had over him, without him even knowing. It was all so very perfect.

“Oh my gorgeous little sub…” I murmured, so low I could barely hear it myself.

I carefully picked my way over him and climbed ontop of the bed, wincing as one of the springs gave a soft clunk, freezing, certain I’d be discovered, but he just gave another deep guttural groan and bucked his hips. I sat there and watched him, like a cat watching a trapped bird, drinking in every inch of his helpless form, then reached for the control on the bedside table. He’d put it on a random setting, which was now coming to an end.

Who said good things had to end? I reinitialised the programme, holding it loosely in my hand as I stared down at him, shifting my position slightly so that I had a better view of his wiggling butt and his trapped cock, pressing hard against the plastic chastity case it was sealed in. I bit my lip hard and gave it a critical look, while it seemed to be doing a sterling job, my baby deserved only the best. Maybe I’d get him one built just for him. As if reacting to that thought, he arched his back with a desperate moan and I almost purred. This was better than porn… I forced my fingers away from the zipper of my jeans, getting almost uncomfortably warm. I had to keep control, I didn’t want to waste a moment of this.

He flopped to the floor, panting against the carpet until another series of buzzing sent him into another frenzy of struggling. He was just so gorgeous, his body helpless, tortured by his desires. After a moment of panting, he seemed to make up his mind and began to inch towards the door. I had to bite down on my fist to choke back a laugh the way he was scrawping towards the door, sticking his butt up into the air, but it seemed to have a serious effect on him, his body shuddering and his moaning getting more and more intense.

It was too wonderful to watch… I clutched the remote tightly… and watched him spasm on the floor. I stared at the remote, fighting back a delighted laugh as a burst of vibration hit his prostate. I held it for a long second then released, watching him collapse to the carpet, his body covered in a faint sheen of sweat, giving soft mewls of pleasure around his gag that just made me even hotter. I gave him a few seconds of relief, then hit him with it again, internally squeezing to myself as he writhed around on the floor, almost turning over in the violence of his struggles. I held it slightly longer this time, then released again.

He lay there, stunned for a second, his breathing ragged, but I could tell how much he was loving this, his dick harder than ever inside it’s transparent prison.

See darling, I thought. You don’t even know I’m in control and you’re having an even better time.

I followed him stealthily out into the living room, enjoying every hard-won inch, then paused, looking at the remote. It was currently on a medium setting, and I shrugged to myself. Why have a high setting if you’re not going to use it? I adjusted the setting as he determinedly headed towards the now empty sidetable and hit him with a 5 second blast.

He almost locked up with the sensation, giving the loudest sound I’d heard yet, a shudder going down his spine, bucking his hips. I squeezed my thighs together against the sensation between my legs, watching him as slave to the device and me.

Easy now, I reminded myself and set it back onto the lower setting, watching his body relax and him give a soft sigh of evident relief. He sucked harder on the dildo and started off again, more shakily now. I watched him, fascinated as he lay on his side to use his hands to tip the table over, then feel around desperately for the keys, buzzing him a couple of times, just for the hell of it. I considered throwing my keys down, to see the confusion as they didn’t fit, but it was just so enjoyable to watch him squirm for something that wasn’t there, to see him almost give up his search to give into his baser desires, grinding wildly against the floor…

Shit. He was heading back towards me.

I hadn’t made a sound? Had I?

No. Be reasonable. If he had really sussed out I was there, he’d be crawling away, not towards me. I stepped out of the way as he wormed past me, fighting the urge to just straddle him and fall ontop of him, but… I wanted him to slowly work it out. I wanted him to realise. Slowly. I leaned infront of him and gently closed the door. He was really going quickly now, well, as quickly as you can in a hogtie, desperation had truly set in…

And then he bumped straight into the closed door. He froze, and I could almost see his brain whirring as he tried to suss it out.

Act 1, scene 2. Enter dominatrix.

I ran a hand over the shiny dome of the hood, hearing the soft squeak of leather on leather, and felt him tense, jump in shock at my touch. I trailed my hands down his neck, over his restrained upper arms and back, savouring the feel of his naked defenceless flesh under my fingertips. He writhed against the floor, hypersensitive to my every touch and that just drove me crazy. I grabbed the globe of his butt cheeks, kneading them, feeling the vibrations of the butt plug deep inside him. He squirmed, in pleasure or as an attempt to escape I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I flipped him onto his back, straddling him, my thighs around his hips as I ran my hands up his chest, hard enough so he would definitely know I was there without hurting him.

I felt him arch against me and laughed.

“You little slut,” I teased, leaning forwards and pressing my lips against his, pressing the gag already in place deeper into his mouth. “God, you’re just so perfect…”

I pinched his nipple and felt the shudder run through him. He was right on the edge, I could feel it running through him.

“David! You home?”

I looked up sharply at the sound of the front door opening. Crap. Crap crap crap this was not part of the plan. He tensed underneath me, clearly as shocked as me as his roommate entered the kitchen. Maybe he thought I was her, or maybe he hadn’t expected her back either, whatever the reason…

“I just forgot my phone charger…”

I grabbed him by the shoulders and, glad he was only as tall as me and not the heaviest of guys, wrapped an arm around his chest, opening his bedroom door with one hand and hauling him in, shutting it quietly before his roommate made an appearance in the lounge. I leant against the door with one hand, pinning him against it with my knee, the ankle of my boot between his legs, perilously close to his caged cock. With his back pressed against the door, I could feel the vibrations from his butt-plug running through the wood and hoped it wasn’t audible on the other side.

I heard her moving around inside the house. David tensed as she passed and I pressed him harder against the door, my knee against his sternum. The gag and hood did severely limit the amount of noise he could make, but there was still a chance she might hear him if he tried. I felt his chest deflate, then begin to swell, like he was about to drag a big breath in to really scream and I pinched his nose, holding it shut as she ran back past. He squirmed against me and the door, panicking as his airway was cut off, but couldn’t make a sound.

“Bye!” She called, and I heard the distant door shut.

“Nice try,” I snapped, releasing his nose and watching him gasp for breath. “I suppose you thought that that was clever?”

I dealt him a resounding backhand slap to the face, sending him crashing to the floor as I moved my knee. My arousal had faded into temper and I grabbed him by the upper arms and slammed him onto the bed, face down.

“Well sugar, if you think any-one’s going to save you, you’re severely mistaken,” I snapped. “No-one’s going to come for you, and even if they do, they’ll never find you. You’re mine now, and you better learn to accept that!”

I grabbed for his duffle bag full of tricks and rifled through it. There was a smooth coil of cotton rope that I made a beeline for and a metallic black zentai suit, with a purplish sheen. As I straightened up, I saw that he’d tried to squirm off the bed, and it made the dark part of me dance as I gave a sadistic grin.

“No you don’t,” I dealt a sharp slap to his exposed arse, feeling a thrill of triumph as he gave a yelp, swiftly followed by a moan.

I dragged him back to the centre of the bed, and using the keys I had, unlocked the padlock holding his wrists to the chain between his ankles, pinning him to the bed with my leg as I adjusted it so that his legs could spring free, but keeping the padlock between the 2 cuff d-rings and snapping it shut again. He kicked out wildly, but I was in my element, and this was most certainly not my first rodeo. I jumped ontop of him, sitting on the centre of his back, facing towards his flailing feet and  uncuffed the one foot, stuffing it into the zentai suit, then replacing the cuff, swiftly doing the same to the other. I dragged the firm spandex up his struggling legs until it was right up under his butt-cheeks.

“Don’t think that this is how it will be from now on slave,” I informed him, dealing his butt another quick slap. “In fact, once I get you home, don’t expect to see anything resembling clothes ever again.”

I felt him tense, then his struggles increase beneath me. I gave a low laugh and worked the spandex up over his butt and captive cock. I adjusted my position, turning to face his hooded head now as I worked it up to his armpits. This was going to be the tricky bit. I unlocked his wrists again, then pinned his left arm beneath my knee as I buckled the cuff on his right arm. He managed to wrench it away, struggling wildly, waving it in midair and I sighed, dipping into my pocket.

He froze as the butt plug gave another series of powerful shocks, momentarily lost in the sensation and I managed to force his arm into the suit, pinning it under my right knee as I worked on the other. Soon I had him all zipped up, tucking the top of the suit under his collar and snapped his wrists back together.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I blew some hair out of my eyes, heart beating loud in my ears. This was harder work than I was used to! I really needed to start working out more. Making promises to myself I knew I’d never keep, I picked up the white rope. I started with rope cuffs just above the leather ones, reinforcing them, then another pair above and below his elbows making him groan and force his chest forwards. I tugged everything, double checking the knots, then turned him over onto his back, using his collar to pull him into a sitting position, forcing him to impale himself deeper onto the butt plug. I attached a length of rope to his collar and then between his knees to the frame of the bed, forcing him to stay sat up while I threw more loops of rope around his chest and neck, tying an intricate harness over the thin material, anchoring his arms to it to stop him lifting them. Admiring my work, I stood up, twirling the end of the rope absently.

“You do look fantastic Dave,” I purred.

He froze again.

“Oh yeah, I know all about you David,” I continued softly, tying rope around his thighs, just above his knees to effectively hobble him, then ran a hand up his captive form. “All your deep dark secrets, and I’m about to make them come true.” “But first we’re going to go for a little drive.”

David froze, then gave a garbled stream of pleading that I totally ignored. I pulled the rope loose from the frame of the bed, and pulled on it like a leash. I tugged him close to me and wrapped my arms luxuriously around his waist, locking my leg around his lower calf. I held him, my boy, fighting me, but loving every second as the now painfully hard dick inside its cage was clearly telling me. Mine. All mine. Mine to do what I want with.

But I hadn’t got him yet. We weren’t home safe yet. I had to make sure the coast was clear. Reluctantly, I tied the rope off to the headboard of his bed, then carefully headed back into the living room, checking it really was empty before heading into the kitchen. I popped the back door open and checked the communal garden at the back, opening the side gate where the bins were kept and scanning up and down the street. This side gate was out of shot of the nosy neighbour’s camera, and so dragging my boy out should work perfectly well…

I returned to the bedroom to find him struggling madly, tugging on the leash. I leant in the doorway to watch him, feeling the warmth between my legs. Damn. Driving back was going to be slightly uncomfortable, I thought with a faint grin.

“I’m back Davey, did you miss me?” I cooed.

He started back, staring blindly in my direction and I laughed. I shed my big bulky coat and zipped him into it. Sure it was fairly obvious he was wearing a gimp mask, but hey, it looked slightly less odd. I untied the lead and pulled. He resisted at first, but after a few sharp smacks to his butt, he soon saw things my way. With the short chain on his ankles and his hobbled knees, we made painfully slow progress into the hall, but it was worth every second, hearing his hard panting, feeling his struggles. He tried to make a bolt for it as we made it to the garden, but I clung on, laughing as I shut the door.

“Nice try Davey, but it’s not going to work.”

One arm casually wrapped around his waist, I frogmarched him across the garden and through the side-gate. Checking the street, I dragged him across, humming cheerily to myself and opened the back passenger side door of my car. I forced him in, hearing him groan as he sat on the butt plug and buckled him tightly in. I leant in, putting one knee on the seat so I could get close to him, running my hands all over him again.

“God, you’re just perfect,” I whispered, leaning in to gently bite his neck. “And we’re going to have so much fun.”

He struggled wildly, mewling through his gag, but I just shut the door on him. My car had tinted back windows. No-one was going to see him. I walked around to the driver’s seat and slid in, adjusting my mirror and setting the car purring.

“Now, don’t distract me too much darling,” I said conversationally. “I’d hate to have to explain all this to a paramedic.”

Giving an evil laugh, I pulled away. It was a couple of hours drive back to my little cave of wonders. I wondered how well the butt-plug’s batteries were going to last.