I sashayed down the aisle of the supermarket, humming to myself as I cast an uncaring eye over the deals, a half smile twisting the corner of my mouth. I so should have done this months ago… I bit my lip, imagining David all dolled up, feeling the sensation of the rubber under my hands as I pinned him against the kitchen cabinet that morning and felt a thrill run through me. Hell. I was going to have to change the moment I got home if I kept this up.

I felt myself blush as I passed an Indian couple doing their weekly grocery shop, hoping that they hadn’t noticed my… ahem… distraction. This chastity punishment was having a worse effect on me than him, and while I adored the sensation of knowing he was caged and frustrated, it was doing nothing to reduce my own frustration levels. I wasn’t sure I could handle another day of being good, and for all I liked to tease David about using a strap-on, I never found that they did much for me. Sure it was a wonderful powertrip and I loved the way blokes blushed and moaned when they were taken in a way they weren’t used to, but all the same, that just made me all the hotter and them closer to release. Call me selfish, but I definitely think the domme should get their kicks first.

Releasing I’d been staring glassy-eyed at the poor shelf-stacker for a moment, I forced myself to pay attention. Although… he would definitely look good alongside David, all trussed up in my basement. No. Focus. Damn it.

Yeah. I really needed to do something about this before I lost all powers of concentration. I sauntered down the frozen aisle, then frowned as my phone vibrated. I pulled it out… to see the notification light flashing, and after unlocking it, that the security system had been set off. He’d tried to escape. Again? After all my warnings? The beast rose in me, flames sparking from my eyes as I glowered at the screen, then, with a few taps opened up the footage from the house.

It played from the beginning, frost almost riming the screen as I glared at my rubber maid cleaning the kitchen, and then, while trying to take the kitchen bin to the back door for me had lost balance and fallen over. The beast slowly sank back into my chest as a soft smile spread across my face. My gorgeous klutzy sub. He’d just lost his balance and toppled over. He hadn’t been trying to leave me. It had been an accident.

I paused the footage to, step out of the way of a couple of shoppers, then restarted the video, standing to one side of the aisle so I could savour his struggle to the cellar, a slave to the sensation. My fingers clutched the top of the freezer, teeth biting deeper into my lip as I watched his progress. I should have been angry that he’d set off the system, but it was such a perfect show, I couldn’t be mad. I was almost disappointed when he managed to squirm into cage and lock himself in, ending my personal stage show.

“Such a good boy,” I purred softly.

I forced myself to slide my phone away and reached into the freezer for some ice cream, my mind whirling. Pulling out a tub of phish food, I stuck it in the basket, pondering as I stalked along the rest of the aisle. What to do… what to do…

I paused, hearing an unfamiliar sound, and pulled my phone out again. I was getting a phone call from a withheld number.

“Huh,” I frowned at the caller, then shrugged.

The office number was withheld, so it could just be my boss wanting to catch up with me. I put the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked.

An unfamiliar woman’s voice with a south London accent and an edge of ice replied.

“Elizabelle Grey?” She inquired.

“This is she. And this is?” I asked, equally coolly.

“This is Lyra from Mr Raven’s office.”

I stopped dead in the aisle, eyes widening.

“Miss Grey?” The woman asked again.

“I’m still here,” I assured her. “How can I help Mr Raven?”

“Your company is fitting a security system for Mr Raven, but he requires certain custom additions that we’re aware you have supplied for other clients,” Lyra continued. “Your boss did explain that you were on a few weeks holiday, but I was informed you were the only woman to talk to, and this is a delicate matter of some urgency. Would you be available for a video call today?”

“Of course,” I said, hoping my voice was calmer than my appearance. “I can take the call in my home office in about… 20 minutes. Would that be acceptable?”

“40 minutes would work better with Mr Raven’s schedule.”

“Then 40 minutes it is,” I stated.

I stared at the phone for a second after she hung up, my brain whirling. Every-one in my business knew about the Raven. It was a compliment, and also terrifying. And here I was wearing my jeans and a messy t-shirt?

“Get yourself together,” I told myself aloud, then shoved my phone back into my pocket. “Right, rush home, make a business call…”

What to do with David? I opened up my security app again, watching him shuffle around in his cage and wondered, staring at him, mind blank. I could leave him in the cage, but then he would think I was mad at him, but I couldn’t exactly have him in the room with me when I was talking to the Raven, the man was hot on his privacy. And then, inspiration struck. There had been a reason why I’d selected a maid outfit this morning.



I strode into the basement, glaring down at my sub, still in his adorable French maid costume, the tight hobble skirt of the dress holding his thighs together with tight latex, the white pinny with it’s ruffled shoulders making me internally squee. But I couldn’t show him how adorable I thought he was. I had to keep him off guard, I had to be mean.

It was what he expected, after all.

He was staring up at me over his panel gag, his big green eyes so wide and pleading, delicious terror etched into his sumptuous face. Better than all the ice cream in the world. I stopped right infront of him, then slowly sank into a crouch, my eyes just slightly higher than his so he was still staring up at me. With the air of a magician laying out his trick, I pulled out my phone and fished the security fob out of my cleavage, holding it in the other hand.

“What do you know slave. No sooner am I at the store than I get a notification from my little security system that there was an attempted escape,” I said, in an almost conversational tone, layering it with a delicate edge of danger. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

And David burst into a garbled stream of pleas and excuses, reaching up with his bound hands in supplication, and the bitchqueen inside me purred in delight.

“I see,” I nodded slowly, opening the security app on my phone. “Fortunately for you my security system includes video throughout every room in this house. I, unlike my system, can see when an incident is an accident and not an escape attempt.”

I saw his whole body relax slightly, his attention wrapt on the screen on my phone as he watched the same footage I had. The moans and gasps he’d made still made me squirm a little inside, even though I couldn’t see the footage. I allowed him to watch it to the end, then set the phone down, stroking his cheek gently. To my surprise and delight, he all but bunted into my hand, nuzzling into me.

“Aww my poor little sub. I told you that escape protocol was a bitch didn’t I?” I cooed softly. “Poor little Davey.”

I ran my fingers along his neck, feeling the shudder it sent through him as my fingertips grazed across his skin… then withdrew my hand, popping open the padlock and opening the door for him.

“Come on, crawl out,” I commanded calmly, dropping the fob back into my cleavage and out of temptation for him.

David obediently crawled towards me, sneaking a quick nuzzle to my boot as he passed. The boy was definitely learning.

“Stand up and wait there,” I ordered.

It was kind of a test. Yes he could run, while my back was turned, he knew that. But he also knew that I would set off the security again and wait for him to crawl right back to me. Yes, he could attack me, but I had the fear edge over him now and with him cuffed and gagged, I definitely had the upper hand, even if he was taller than me. I could take him down, no problem and he knew that too. He also knew what would happen afterwards. If he thought I was nasty now, he would soon realise his ignorance if he ever tried to hurt me.

That whittled the choices down to just one option. To do as he was told. And as I turned around from the rack, I saw him stood by the cage, head slightly bowed, breathing fast, but doing exactly as told, watching me through the corner of his eye as I set my selection of gear down on the table in the middle of the room.

“Oh sweetie,” I murmured. “You really are such a sweet boy.”

He blushed brilliant scarlet at my words, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, gently kissing and nipping at the exposed skin. I slid the locks off the gag, one handed and carelessly threw it aside, grabbing him by the chin and drawing his mouth to mine, my hand sliding into his hair, pressing him hard against me, my knee sliding between his legs. His response was initially quite timid, he almost froze like a deer in the headlights, then I felt him relax into me, his green eyes partially lidding as he tentatively started to kiss me back.

I pulled away, resting my forearms on his shoulders casually, then sliding his hands down his forearms while I stared hypnotically into his eyes.

“I know I promised ice cream, but unfortunately I have some unavoidable business to attend to,” I told him calmly. “So, you’re going to have to be a good boy for a little while longer.”

David looked down with a start at a soft ‘click’. Without him even noticing, I’d unlocked his handcuffs, slid the rubber gloves out of the way and relocked the cuffs, throwing the gloves casually onto the table. I swiftly caught him by the upper arms and spun him around me so he was pressed against the edge of the wooden table, pinning him in place with my knee.

“Open wide,” I commanded, picking up a gag.

David hesitated, then obediently opened his mouth.

“Good boy,” I purred, sliding it in place.

It looked like the mutant offspring of a panel gag and a ring gag. A big leather panel covered the bottom half of his face, from nose to chin, but a hollow metal tube went into his mouth, pressing his tongue down to the floor of his mouth. If David could have seen the inside, no doubt he would have had serious misgivings, because the metal tube was grooved in a spiral down the centre. As it was, he gave me a confused look as cold air played over the inside of his mouth through what must have felt like an oversized straw.

I gave him a broad smile, but didn’t bother to explain. He’d find out soon enough.

“Sit on the table,” I commanded.

He just about managed to squirm onto the top of it. I looped the leash, still attached to his collar, onto one of the shackles on the table and closed it over it, stopping any chance of him running away.

“Good boy,” I told him, picking up my next weapon from the table. “Here’s the bit where you’re not going to like me.”

David gave me a pleading look with those big green eyes as I showed him the boots with 6 inch stiletto heels. I had considered going for my 10 inchers, but as he’d failed so spectacularly at the outside walk in barely 3 or 4 inch heels, I wasn’t going to be mean. Well. That mean. I put the boots onto him while he was sat down, then pulled him back to his feet to lace them all the way up to just above his knees, yanking them as tightly as possible, then locking them off with a padlock and pulling the rubber hobbleskirt down over the top. David swayed slightly on his heels, trying desperately to balance on them.

“Keep your weight forwards,” I encouraged him. “It’s bad for you to sit in your heels.”

I crouched down, cinching some leather cuffs tightly around his ankles and locking them in place over the boots. They had about 6 inches of chain between them, and another longer chain attached to another pair of cuffs that I secured to David’s wrists. These cuffs were virtually attached directly to each other, forcing him to keep his hands demurely clasped infront of him. The length of the chain barely permitted him to raise his hands at all, keeping them trapped at waist level. David tugged gently on them, then looked quizzically at me.

I wrapped his lead around my hand, releasing it from the table and picked up the toolbox off the table, flicking the lead for him to follow me. With a soft clinking of chains, David minced after me, following me up the stairs to the kitchen, then up the other stairs up to the first floor. He hesitated as I opened the guest bedroom door.

“My mother’s been threatening to come over for a few months,” I lied easily. “And I thought it would be best to get the room ready just in case. I figured that it needs a really good dusting.”

I set the toolbox down on the bed and pulled out a duster. At first sight it just looked like a normal feather duster, until you paid close attention to the handle, which was distinctly phallic looking. David looked at it, then down at his hands in confusion. I grinned.

“Stand still.”

I slid the handle of the duster into the hole in the front of the gag, then screwed it tightly into place, using the spiral grooves I’d mentioned before. David gagged slightly as the back of the handle touched the back of his throat.

“There we go,” I told him proudly. “And with those heels you should be able to get the top of the wardrobes as well.”

I gestured to the toolbox.

“There are other attachments in here,” I informed him calmly. “Feel free to change them as you need to.”

I pulled out a bottle of water and set it on the bedside table with a straw sticking out of it.

“That’s for you as well,” I told him. “I’ll be back after my conference call.”

I patted his butt on the way out, then hesitated in the doorway, pressing a few buttons on my security fob.

“Oh, and don’t even bother to try leaving the room, I’ve changed the parameters so you’ll regret it if you try,” I assured him with a small smile. “Enjoy darling.”

I shut the door on him, sashaying down the hall into my office. As I settled back in my office chair, I propped my phone against my computer monitor, watching David with a smirk as he ‘dusted’ in the spare room. The sound of a phone call rang through my speakers and I looked up at the screen, answering the call. A severe looking woman with a geometric haircut appeared on the screen.

“Miss Grey,” she nodded to me. “I’m Lyra. Thank you for your prompt response.”

“Not a problem.”

“I’m sorry but Mr Raven is momentarily detained,” Lyra remarked. “He’s having to settle his… pet down.”

I gave him a broad smile.

“I know the feeling,” I assured him. “I’ve currently got mine dusting.”

“You must have him well trained.”

My eyes rested on David’s image for a moment.

“I’m working on it.”



I sat back in the chair, rubbing my face. After a discussion over exactly what kind of security system Mr Raven wanted, whether it was about keeping things in, or things out, I’d tenuously agreed to throw together a plan for his home system. At least, I assumed it was a home system, the measurements he’d given me seemed to match a warehouse more than a house. He was going to go and check his figures and get back to me, so I was waiting for a call back. In the meantime, I checked the footage of David and almost burst out laughing.

He must have toppled over and had somehow managed to get himself wedged between the bed and the bedside table. The angle of the camera perfectly caught his awkward writhing struggles, and I had to fight a giggle. I really did kidnap the most clumsy boy since Adam.

“Christ alive,” I grinned, setting my skype setting to ‘away’.

Deactivating my own little security system, I opened the guest room door and nonchalantly leaned on it, watching him for a little bit longer. Okay, okay, I’m an evil woman, but what would you have done?

“I leave you alone for half an hour and you start slacking off?” I demanded, amused.

David groaned and wriggled a bit more. I relented and walked over, heaving him back to his feet, checking him over for any bumps or bruises, but aside from his pride, nothing seemed damaged. I reached up onto my tippy-toes to kiss his nose, watching him blush even deeper red.

“I’m about to let you do something I never let any of my exes do, ever,” I told him quietly. “As a reward for being such a good boy, you can come into my office.”

I unbuckled his gag and put it back in the toolbox, leading him into my inner sanctum. Sure, it didn’t look like much, a beige room with thick carpet, black leather chair, hardwood carved desk with the top of the range desktop computer that I had built by hand. I sat in my chair, feeling like a glorious supervillain and pointed to the ground before of me, directly in front of the hollow in the desk where my legs usually went.

“Kneel.”

David awkwardly folded himself onto the floor of me, sitting on his heels, gazing up at me with those magnificent green eyes, blinking in surprise as I pulled a coldbox from under my desk and pulled out the tub of ice-cream I’d hidden away earlier, along with a spoon. I popped the lid off the tub of ice-cream and took great delight in slowly scooping myself some and slowly sucking it off the spoon, holding his gaze the entire time, and watching that blush creep back into his cheeks.

“Hold that for me,” I pushed the tub into his hands and painfully slowly swirled the spoon through the tub. “Now open wide…”

I held the spoon out for him, teasingly holding it just a fraction off his lips so he had to reach forwards to get some. I pulled the spoon away and arched an eyebrow.

“Well?”

“Thank you mistress.”

“Better. Kiss,” I tapped my lips.

He struggled up just enough to peck my lips. He tasted perfect, with just a hint of chocolate and marshmallow, his lips so soft… I pushed him away gently with the back of my hand, helping myself to more ice cream. A scoop for me, a scoop for him, followed by a thank you and a sneaky kiss… Well. It certainly made the tub last longer than if I’d been eating it on my own.

“Consider yourself blessed,” I warned him, tapping him gently on the nose with the bowl of the spoon. “I don’t usually share my ice cream.”

“Thank you mistress,” He said quickly.

“But you’re such a sweetheart Davey…”

I paused, hearing the ringtone noise from the computer. I reached over David to type a quick message, running to toe of my shoe up the inside of David’s thigh, feeling him shudder as I did.

“Sorry to do this with you darling, but I’m going to have to continue my phone call,” I told him, pulling open the large bottom drawer of my desk.

I saw the squirm run down him as he saw the tight leather hood in my hand, saw the mingled fear and resistance… and underneath all that was the undercurrent of longing; that desperate unbridled need that I’d known was lurking deep inside him all along. Wiping a stray drop of chocolate off his lip, I tucked a pair of wireless headphones into his ears, then I slipped the hood over his blonde hair, pressing his head against my lap so I could tighten the laces. It was near enough soundproof anyway, with thick leather sections over the ears to block all sounds, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I could hear his soft moans as I methodically yanked them tighter and tighter until the leather was like a second skin against his face, and then tied it off in a pretty bow.

The hood was more like a sculpted leather bag, there were no openings at all, besides 2 holes under his nostrils. Under that was a rubber tube and bladder, hanging from where the mouth should have been and I took a grip on it. I waited until David had calmed down, before slowly squeezing the bladder, pumping air into the tube. David made a small noise of surprise as the gag inside the hood inflated, slowly pushing his jaws wider, pressing him against the tight leather. I kept inflating until his muffled noises became barely audible, then gently stroked along the top of his head with my fingertips.

I guided him to crouch down under the desk, shielding his head with my hand so he didn’t whack his head off the top, hooking his lead on a hook on the left side of the desk. Set into the carpet was a set of clasps, and I snapped the tiny chain between his wrists into one of them, and the 6 inch chain between his ankles into the other, meaning he was knelt on all fours in the hollow under my desk. I checked that he looked comfortable… ish… and put my legs onto his back, crossing my ankles on the small of his back.

I reached for my phone and synced it to his Bluetooth earbuds, allowing him to listen to my tunes to pass the time, getting a foot massage at the same time as I set his butt-plug onto a random vibration pattern. I savoured the feeling as he shivered softly, mewling into his gag. No reason why he should be bored down there, after all.

It didn’t take long to close the deal with Raven, he gave me the details and specified what he wanted, and I told him how much it was going to cost. As a woman used to the divas in business, I expected a lot more haggling, but he barely even blinked at the sum I named. It was slightly impressive, I had to admit. I’d counted on having David down there for a good deal longer, and from the way he seemed to be contentedly squirming and moaning to himself, I didn’t want to break his fantasy.

Well, as long as he was happy. I logged into my online banking, moved some money around, checked my bondage account, which was now particularly dull my favourite sub was at my feet in real life… as if he could hear me thinking about him David gave a particularly load moan, shuddering. I checked my phone to see what he was listening to, and my eyebrows shot up.

“Huh, never pegged you for an Apocalyptica fan Davey,” I murmured, running the heel of my shoe over the tight round of his butt, feeling him shudder under the ministrations. “Or is it that you know how she feels, hmmm?”

Christ, I wanted to nail him right now. Well, more precisely, I wanted him to nail me, but that wouldn’t be possible for another day yet. I paused. Or was it?

I went onto my favourite bondage supplier, and it didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. It was probably closest to a strap-on harness, with an o-ring for you to slip your favourite vibrator or dildo of choice into it, but this one was unique in that it was tailored to fit around a chastity device. This meant that it would keep him all locked away and powerless, while I got my kicks. The sheer concept almost had me creaming myself right there. I’m sure David wouldn’t be too keen on it, but that wasn’t my problem, the thought of him pleasuring me and him receiving nothing in return was just pure orgasm fuel. I ordered the thing instantly and paid extra for next day delivery. It was a joint present, after all.

I browsed through my facebook for a while, barely concentrating on what I was seeing, then paused at an article. It was the standard clickbait article on facebook, but it was around masturbation reducing your risk of cancer. After reading the article and going a quick google search around it to corroborate the information, it looked like it wasn’t entirely bollocks. Frequent ejaculation in males reduced the risk of them developing prostate cancer. Apparently this prevented the build-up of bacteria, with the ideal number of ejaculations being between 5 and 7 a week. David had only had one since I’d had him, that first time we’d had sex.

I looked down at David, biting my lip, a stab of guilt running through my chest. Was I damaging my little boy toy?

“Oh come on, woman up,” I told myself sharply.

When the 3 days were up, that would give us 3 days to make up the difference. Going by the top estimate, that was 2 orgasms a day for the rest of the week. Going by how horny my little Davey was, that was not going to be hard. Hell, I could probably make him have 6 orgasms in one day, let alone 3. I paused. 3 days of total abstinence to 1 day of 6 orgasms? That would be one hell of a shock to the system.

I looked under the table at David again, an evil smile cracking my face.

Challenge accepted.