I sat on the top of the cage and gazed down at my cute little sub.

It wasn’t a particularly big cage, it barely came up to mid-thigh on me and was maybe 2 metres long and wide. It was sturdy though, with thick iron bars set into the concrete floor, unmoveable. Once a guy was in there, they weren’t coming out.

Didn’t look like it had stopped David trying though. In his wild struggles, he had managed to flip onto his back, leaving his body exposed to me. I bit my lip slightly as I leant over the cage, looking at his splayed form under the bars. Still clad in the tight black latex zentai suit, the straps around his thighs and ankles still held him in a frogtie, leaving his hard dick trapped in it’s plastic prison so much more obvious and exposed, a big bulge under his black zentai suit. His ankles were still cuffed together with a short length of chain, his wrists and elbows having the same treatment, severely limiting his wiggle-room.

Going by his steady breathing, he seemed to have somehow fallen asleep, but then, I had dialled the vibrations right down when I had gone to bed at about midnight. Couldn’t have my boy so tired that he’d fall asleep in the middle of play – especially not when I had the whole day to enjoy him. I smiled to myself and stood up, flipping the catch on the top of the cage and quietly lifting the top up. It flipped right over on a hinge and I quietly lowered the lid to the floor, padding around, my bare feet silent on the cold concrete.

The wonderful thing about keeping your slave blind is that they will only know the way you forced them into the cage, not that there’s another way of getting to them. The element of surprise is Domination rule 1. I watched David carefully, then grabbed the yellow control box hanging from the ceiling and called the pulley that ran the length of the room across to me so it was hanging above David’s sleeping form.

I had made the mistake once of trying to lift an ex-girlfriend of mine out of the cage, and never again. She’d only been about 8 stone ringing wet, and I’d torn muscles in my back, so knew better than to attempt it with a young man. I stepped into the cage and threaded a strap under his back, sliding it up until it was under his armpits, then called the hook down, attaching the strap to it. Gently, gently, I pulled David up by the hook, so he was balancing on his knees. David twitched and moaned into the big green ball gag strapped into his mouth, then jerked awake, writhing in his bondage.  I gave a low moan in my own throat, too low for him to hear, my whole body singing as I watched my helpless boy struggle.

“Keep your eyes front and your mouth shut Davey,” I commanded softly. “Or you won’t like what happens next.”

David froze and rigidly kept facing forwards as stepped up behind him and unbuckled the ball-gag and threw it carelessly to one side. I gave a low laugh and loosened the collar around his neck just enough to be able to unzip the hood.

“Keep your eyes shut,” I cooed softly to him. “It’s bright in here.”

As I yanked the leather hood away, there was a yelp of pain as he obviously didn’t listen to me. I rolled my eyes and slipped a leather blindfold around the top of his face, buckling it tightly away. After all the… uh… exertions of the previous day, that hood was going to need some serious disinfecting. Maybe I’d throw it out… I had plenty of spares, after all. David made a muffled noise and I clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling the slight scratch of stubble against my hand as I did, my lips inches from his ear as I slowly removed the earbuds from his ears.

“I take it you weren’t about to spit out my yummy underwear were you?” I breathed softly. “Because that would not be gentlemanly of you, now would it?”

David tried to shake his head against my hand and I gave a low laugh.

“Good boy,” I murmured. “You really are getting the hang of this, aren’t you? Talking of hanging…”

I pulled him into the air with the pulley, making him give another squeak of surprise, then slowly started to move him forwards, across the room until he was hanging in the centre of the room, just above a huge wooden table, not that he could see it. I strode across to him, unbuckling the straps around his thighs and pulling his bound legs forwards infront of him, before lowering him so he was sat on the surface of the table. He squirmed slightly with another whimper as he was re-impaled on the butt plug in his arse, but I barely paid him any attention, snapping his one ankle into a metal manacle attached to the top of the table, unbuckling the cuffs holding his ankles together and snapping the other ankle into the matching manacle on the other corner of the table. This held him with his legs splayed, and no matter how hard he tugged, they were not about to close.

“Okay darling,” I told him calmly. “Now you can spit out your little snack.” I pressed my finger hard against his lips as he went to do so. “But that does not give you permission to talk. Understand?”

He nodded quickly and I withdrew my finger. He spat up the now very damp pants onto the surface of the table and I smiled despite myself. I picked up a glass I’d put on the surface of the table and pressed it to his lips.

“It’s mouth wash,” I assured him. “Don’t swallow it.”

He cautiously took a sip and swilled it around while I picked up a washing-up bowl and held it in front of him.

“And spit,” I commanded. “Excellent, you’re like a trained camel.”

From the scowl on his face, he didn’t seem to appreciate that comment. I swapped the mouthwash for another glass, this time of just water and he drank that down quickly.

“And what do you say to your mistress?” I prompted him.

There was a pause, then, very grudgingly, he said;

“Thank you.”

“Thank you what?”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“There now, wasn’t so hard, now was it?” I demanded.

He opened his mouth to give a sharp response and I strapped a bit-gag into his open mouth. He made a garbled growl over the top of it and I kissed the tip of his nose with another laugh.

I chucked my pants into the washing up bowl along with both of the glasses and stuffed that under the table, climbing onto it myself to unzip the top of his zentai suit. David gave a token struggle as I pulled it off his shoulders, then unbuckled his elbows and wrists. As fast as I dared, I scooched around so I was sat on his lap, yanking the strap from under his arms so he fell back onto the surface of the table, pinning one arm with my leg so I had both hands free to yank the other out of the sleeve of his suit and snap it into the metal cuff on the top corner of the table. David gave me quite the struggle with the other arm, trying to squirm out of my grip, and by the end of it, we were both out of breath, but he was the one strapped, spread-eagle to the table, and I was the one astride him.

“You’re going to pay for that,” I warned him softly, then started slowly sliding the Zentai suit down.

He shivered as I exposed his chest, and continued over his waist and hips. The mewl he gave as he gave a desperately little buck of his hips as I slid the suit over his little chastity device was like pure ambrosia. I had already been running a little warm seeing his naked form displayed just for me, but now I was at boiling point.

Easy girl, I told myself firmly. If surprise was rule one, timing was definitely rule two. I slid the suit down off his legs, uncuffing one at a time so I could fully remove it, then stood up on the table to admire my boy. A golden star on the thick oak table, he twitched and struggled, testing the limits of his new bonds, making the most delicious noises over his new gag. I slowly sank back onto his stomach, the rough material of my jeans grating on his sensitive skin, running my hands along his torso, savouring the gasp he gave as I pinched his nipple gently, rolling it between my fingers. He was so tense underneath me, taut like a guitar string. I clamped my thighs against him, grinding against him and felt him almost leap against me, pressing close with savage desperation.

I loved it. Loved the power, that I had forced him beyond his control, left him teetering on the brink until he’d do anything for me. This was better than drugs.

“Now, little Davey boy,” I purred, trying to hide how breathy my own voice was. “Here’s the deal. Give me an amazing ride, the most spectacular high you’ve ever given a girl and I’ll show you just who you’re dealing with, I might even let you upstairs and have breakfast with me. But…” I slapped his stomach gently as he gave a guttural moan, making sure I had his full attention. “Fail to get me off and there’s a sensory deprivation suit with your name on it. Maybe you’ll do better after 2 days of stimulation, hmmm?”

David shook his head desperately, every inch of his straining body trying to show me how eager he was to please. I hooked my finger through the d-ring at the front of his collar, pulling his head up towards me and kissed him over the gag. I slowly started to kiss down the length of his neck, suckling the hollow between his collarbones and felt him writhe beneath me.

“Don’t let me down now,” I whispered, looking up at him.

I stood up, standing over him as I shimmied my jeans down my legs, sliding out of my underwear as I did, and sliding them delicately off the table. Pulling the key to his chastity device out from where I’d hidden it in my bra, I slowly, torturously slowly, unlocked the padlock and slid it off him. After a night and half a day of constant stimulation, it immediately sprung to attention. Ripping the wrapper off a condom I slid it onto his erect dick and rolled it down. His back arched, trying to drive it into my hand and I slapped him again, harder this time, warning him against such behaviour, but he couldn’t see my wicked grin of pleasure as I slowly slid myself onto him. One thing was sure, I really, really, didn’t need any additional lubrication. For a moment I sat there, pressing him hard to the table, getting used to the sensation of him in me, then I ran my hands up his exposed stomach. His hands gripped hard on the table with the sheer effort of holding himself back.

“You’re not going to make me do all the work, I hope?” I asked him archly, slowly rocking my hips.

He drove up and into me. I gave a sharp gasp, throwing my head back, nails digging into his helpless skin as I rode his wild energy. It didn’t take long for me to come, and I was pleasantly surprised when he managed to hold out long enough to come after me. But then, I thought archly, I had been as hot as hell all morning, it would have been really something special if he had made me orgasm when I wasn’t in the mood.

I sat there for a moment, catching my breath, him lying there, chest heaving, utterly spent and I gave a low laugh. I crawled up his body until my face was inches from his.

“Oh my poor darling, what have I done to you?” I asked, the hint of sadistic amusement in my tone.

I flicked the gag undone and slid my hand into his pale brown hair, clamping my lips on his, giving him the most savage kiss I’m sure he’d ever experienced, stealing his breath away. I replaced the gag and dismounted him, sliding off the table to land on shaky legs.

“Don’t go anywhere darling,” I called, that laugh bursting free. “I’ll be right back!”

As I gave myself a quick wash up in the adjoining bathroom, I looked up at myself in the mirror, grinning broadly at myself. I looked amazing, my skin was glowing, my eyes sparkling, even my frizzy sandy hair seemed even more untameable than normal. Sod eating right, morning sex was definitely the best way to start the day.

I gave his chastity device a quick rinse out while I was there and dried it thoroughly. If sex was that amazing with him, I had no intention of letting him come unasked. I picked up a flannel, running it under the tap and luxuriously squeezing it out, then slunk back into the room, shimmying back into my knickers and jeans as I reached them. I strode along the length of my captured boy, pinned out like a sacrifice before the gods and giggled slightly.

I removed the spent condom and gently cleaned his genitalia, hearing him moan under my ministrations and feeling it stir slightly.

“Oh no you don’t,” I warned him gently, snapping the chastity device firmly back into place and locking it on. “Not until I say so.”

He gave a growl of protest, and I patted his stomach, boosting myself back up onto the table and resuming my position on his chest.

“Now, I suppose I did promise you that you’d know who you were dealing with if you showed me a good time…” I said thoughtfully.

I glanced down at my plain black tshirt and snug grey jeans and shrugged to myself. Not exactly domme attire, but sod that. He would have to take me exactly as he found me. I’d taken him that way, after all. I pulled his head up by the collar until it was inches from my face, then slowly pushed away the blindfold. He winced, his eyes momentarily blinded by the light behind me, then blinked rapidly, focusing on me, and I revelled in those beautiful green eyes.

“Now you know,” I told him softly. “You know exactly who you belong to,” I twirled the key to his cage around my finger so he could see it. “And you know who has you locked away.”

I patted his cheek with my spare hand, letting him feel the cold metal of the key, freedom so close and so far away, and gave him my best, most demonic grin.

“Sucks to be you, right?” I demanded softly.