I slowly circled the table in the centre of my dungeon, keeping just out of the sphere of light as my eyes devoured David. A ring of candles in tall holders encircled him, their flickering flames bathing him in a warm red light, almost making his lightly tanned skin glow. He looked like something out of an ancient Aztec sacrificial rite, lying on his back on the heavy wooden table, wrists and ankles shackled to the surface to make an X of naked, defenceless flesh.

Well, almost naked. His chastity cage was still tightly locked around his cock, and, from what I could see, it was definitely more than a little enjoying this, even while its helpless owner was still deeply asleep. I’d removed his security plug to put it on charge, and in its place was a small silicone egg. The plug was attached, with more silicone, to a cockring that I’d managed to manoeuvre around his chastity cage. The silicone was very stretchy, which had made the whole thing a lot easier, but getting the silicone band around his balls without waking him up had been one hell of a feat. Basically, the whole device meant that any movement from his captive dick moved the silicone, which rubbed against his perineum and also moved the bullet inside him, which should drive him that little bit more insane.

Strapped around his waist and over and above his chastity cage was my newest toy, the black leather tight against his pale skin, gleaming beautifully in the shimmering light. I’d slipped my favourite toy into the O ring at the front of his pelvis and it stood, tall and proud, ready for me to ride. I wondered what he’d have to say about that, when he woke up and realised that the morning sex I’d promised wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind.

Not that I intended on hearing it. I’d carefully filled his mouth with a clean sponge saturated with water, tucking it lovingly behind his mouth, then sealed it with tape. Not thick duct-tape, but this fine, microfiber tape that clung lovingly to every curve of his pouting lips, clearly defining them and yet welding them shut. In this light, the pale pink faded into his skin, making the gag almost invisible. I wasn’t always the biggest fan of tape gags, but I wanted the sensation of his lips on mine, even if I didn’t want the inconvenience of him talking.

I slowly climbed onto the table and swung my leg over his waist, straddling him as I ran my hands slowly down his chest, tweaking his nipples slightly. He stirred slightly as I gently increased the pressure, moaning slightly and twitching as he floated closer to wakefulness.

I guess it had been a little mean, to get him all hyped up like that, but it was the only way, bar drugging him, that I was sure I could lull him into a deep sleep. Over the hours I’d had him locked away, I’d slowly started to reduce the stimulation, and flipped his headphones to play a meditation like track that had slowly sent him into a deep trance. When I’d come down to check on him this morning, I’d found him deeply asleep in his straight-jacket enforced self-hug. A sleep so deep, he hadn’t so much as moaned when I’d winched him out of his cage and pinned him to the table.
I leaned over and kissed him on those tape-clad lips.

“Daveeeeeeey,” I sang softly. “Davey. Wakey wakey sweetheart.”

David mumbled something, then his eyes snapped open, and I revelled in those deep olive-green eyes. I sat back in my black and gold silk dressing gown, letting him take it all in, tug on the chains holding him in place, stare wildly around at the circle of candles in the deep dark of my dungeon.

When he finally looked back at me, I smiled regally down at him, slowly untying the silken waistband of my robe and letting it fall open to reveal my own naked form, my grin spiking a little as I felt his hips squirm beneath me. Shimmying it delicately off my shoulders, I let it whisper into a heap at the edge of the table, allowing him to see all of me.

I felt my heart race slightly despite myself. It didn’t matter that I was an experienced domme and that he didn’t get a say on what my body looked like, it still terrified me, revealing myself like that, allowing him to see the stretch marks that patterned my body, the scars here and there, the odd little birthmarks and moles that made me anything but perfect.

I looked into his wide green eyes and saw the wonder there, and felt my self-consciousness slide away. It’s a hell of a boost to your ego when a guy stares up at you as if you’re a sex goddess incarnate. I couldn’t help giving a low laugh, and leant over, kissing his chest just above his sternum and felt his heart, thrumming so fast right now, skip a beat. Right there, for a split second, I considered dispensing with my new toy, to just take him properly, to let him nail me as he was clearly begging to, but… it would have been a waste of that money I spent on the one-day shipping.

“Now, if you hadn’t been such an arse that day, you and me could be having some world-shattering, mind-blowing, utterly spectacular sex right now,” I purred softly. “But…” I reached back and flicked the padlock on his chastity cage. “You incurred a 72 hour penalty, and it’s only been 69. Now, I could wait those extra 3 hours, but I’m an impatient lady, and I want my kicks right now. How do you suggest we resolve this issue, hmmm?”

I trailed a finger slowly down his chest, my eyes flickering up to gaze at him from under my lashes. I saw his breath hitch, felt him squirm slightly. I’m sure he was thinking that I was about to let him out early…

Joke’s on him. I always carry out my threats.

“You know I was saying about that new toy I got,” I continued slowly. “I think it’s time you got to see it.”

I swung my leg off him, allowing him to see the tight leather straps around his waist and the big black phallus jutting up from his pelvis, just above his caged member. I revelled in the low whine and soft, pathetic moan of disappointment and desperation, but didn’t let it stop me, although it did make my smile that little bit more wicked. I pulled a tube of lube towards me and squeezed a pea sized glob of it onto my fingertips, slowly working it onto the strap on, leaning over to gently suck on the head of it, all while staring into David’s eyes. This could be you, I told him mentally, not needing to say it aloud. This could be you. You could be having all this attention, but you blew it. So now you just have to watch.

It drove me wild, regardless of the effect on him. Truth was, I didn’t really need to lube it up at all, I was doing a damn fine job naturally just on the fantasy. To say I was pretty wet was a major understatement, I could almost feel my body begging for it. It was a good job I didn’t have to be good. I could be a bad girl and there was nothing he could do to stop me. Still staring deep into those green eyes, I lowered myself slowly onto it until the backs of my thighs settled against the skin of his hips. I gave myself a moment to adjust, penning back the arousal already building in me, after 3 days of being good with a rubberslut caged and desperate for me, this was long overdue.

But hey, I’m a domme. We know the fun’s in the preparation. What’s the point in rushing it?

“I mean, generally speaking, I’m not a big fan of dildos,” I continued conversationally, albeit my voice slightly more breathy than usual. “I’d much rather use a vibrator, but look…” I reached down and clicked the switch on the toy. “This does both.”

David moaned, rolling his head back as the vibrations shuddered through his pelvis, twitching uncontrollably as he was driven right to the edge, but was unable to tip himself over. I gave a sharp gasp as the vibrations radiated through me too, angling myself so that they were concentrated on my clit, then almost had to flinch back the sensation was so strong, my legs shuddering slightly as I teetered on the brink. God, why on earth did I wait for this?

I reached forwards and grabbed David by the collar, pulling him up to me, my other hand sliding into his hair as I kissed him on his taped lips, my hand releasing his collar to slide around his back, crushing him against me as I rolled my hips against his, driving myself into him. I felt him buck wildly against me, driving the vibrator deeper into me as he writhed and ground against me, trying fruitlessly to get free, and only heightening the sensation for me as I nuzzled into his neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin of his throat. I could feel the spikes of pleasure getting higher and higher with each of his attempts, pushing me closer to the edge while getting absolutely no closer himself, and then…

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

I almost collapsed into him, my forehead resting against his chest, feeling his hammering heartbeat and heaving breath as I fought to get my own breath back, blowing out a long breath onto his sweat-slicked skin. I lay there for a moment, feeling like a ragdoll with all the stuffing taken out, my body still buzzing and crackling with the sensation, then slowly rolled myself off him, lying on the table, my head cushioned on his arm.

“So, Davey,” I asked after a long moment. “Was it good for you?”

At the agonised look in his eyes, I couldn’t help laughing, reaching over to turn the vibrator off and treating myself to a firm stroke across his abs, savouring the sensation of skin on skin, then reached over and gently kissed his nose.

“Ah well, better luck next time,” I said cheerily, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of his elbow and hearing him moan pitifully again.

I swung myself up into a sitting position, snagging my robe and sliding back into it, tying it up loosely and then dropping onto the floor, trying desperately to stay up as my legs felt like water. I wandered back towards the door and clicked the lights back on, watching David grimace and blink fast as the harsh neon lights came up.

“Happy Birthday to me…” I slowly walked in a circle around him, blowing out the candles. “Well, that was fun,” I said brightly. “But back to the daily grind now…”

David’s nasal groan of despair as I rolled the enema trolley towards him was like music to my ears. Using the winch I got him all set up with his legs in the air, removed the strap-on harness and the silicone butt-plug, but not the cockring part of it and slid the plug into place. Leaving the enema to do it’s job, I sauntered off into the bathroom and luxuriated in the shower, savouring the post sex sensation. It was like a particularly satisfying workout, you felt all hot and sweaty and sometimes sore, but so relaxed and pleasantly tired…

By the time I wandered back out, wearing a black silk negligee under my silver robe, brushing my hair casually as I did, David was whimpering in discomfort.

“Okay, okay, yeesh,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Big baby.”

I casually tossed my hairbrush onto the table and removed the tube, leaving the plug in place. I undid his restraints, but as he tried to sit up to slide off the table quickly, I pinned his chest against his legs, grabbing his wrists and sliding a black armbinder onto him, yanking it into place, then buckling the strap around his chest to hold it in place and cinching all the laces as tightly as I could get them.

“Good boy, off you go,” I said in my best patronising tones.

If he could have shot me an evil look, he probably would have, but I think most of his concentration was elsewhere at that point as he sped into the bathroom, me following more sedately. The little routine completed, I hooked my finger through his collar and pulled him back into the dungeon, tucking the silicone plug back into place and giving him a quick smack on the butt for good measure.

He was clearly expecting me to lead him upstairs, and gave a soft mumble of confusion as instead I lead him into the furthest corner of the room. There was a mirror set up this corner, and in front of it was a chair, a cold metal chair that I had painstakingly bolted to the floor a while back. My exes hadn’t appreciated the effort I’d made, no matter how long I’d left them strapped into it, but I could only hope David would be easier to please.

He grumbled as I pushed him into it, but at one sharp glance, he fell silent. I carefully manoeuvred him so his arms were tucked over the back of the chair, and cinched the belt-like strap around his waist tight. He grimaced as the cold metal touched the back of his thighs, then his eyes widened as he saw me pick up a coil of rope. I waved one end at him, giving him a sultry smile, then pressed the outside of his shin against the leg of the chair, and lashed his leg in place, doing the same to the other so that his knees were held against the corners of the chair, forcing him to keep his legs splayed and his trapped cock on show.

Humming contentedly to myself, I moved around to the back of the chair, crossing his ankles and lashing them together, before posting the rope under the cross-brace of the chair and attaching it to the ring at the bottom of his armbinder. I admired this rough chair-hogtie and glanced in the mirror to see him watching me in it. I grinned at him, then dropped a kiss on the crown of his head.

“Be right back – don’t go anywhere,” I quipped with a sly grin, then sauntered away, leaving him to stare helplessly at his own reflection.

Before long, I was back, a picnic basket over one arm, which I set down next to him, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him again. Well, I wasn’t about to sit on the cold metal, no sir.

“Well Daveykins,” I purred, stroking his nose gently. “We’re going to do something a little different today. I realised that we hadn’t done a proper dungeon day, and that’s just so remiss of me. You need to feel what it’s like to be like one of those poor subs who are never let out to see the light of day, otherwise you’ll be bitching about how I short changed you and didn’t give you the proper BDSM experience. So, today is going to be devoted to all things dungeon, won’t that be fun?”

David didn’t look remotely like he thought that this would be fun at all, but from the slight twitch in my peripheral vision, I don’t think all of him was totally dismayed by the prospect. I traced a finger over his lower abdomen, gently brushing my fingers over his mons pubis, just above his trapped cock and felt him writhe against the metal chair, jumping as he hit a cold section.

I got up and picked at the edge of his tape gag with my nails, then gave him a long warning look.

“The absence of the gag is not permission to talk,” I warned him. “Are we clear?”

He nodded enthusiastically and I picked at the edge enough to get a firm grip.

“Brace,” I warned, then ripped the tape off in one go.

He flinched, but sat still and quiet for me. I lifted his chin with one finger, then started to slowly draw out the long strip of white material packed into his mouth. I neatly folded the slightly soggy material and placed it on his thigh, then reached into the picnic basket. I had to wait a second for the right timing as David was taking the moment to stretch his jaw, but I managed to maintain the element of surprise long enough to slide a ring gag into his mouth and buckle it tightly into place.

I booped his nose gently.

“Proper slave mistresses don’t ever let their slaves talk Davey,” I told him. “And today is a dungeon day, remember?”

I pulled a funnel with a flexible tube out of the picnic basket and slid it into the ring gag, pulling out a bottle of orange juice – without bits, I’m not that much of a monster. I slowly poured that into the funnel, pausing every now and then to let him swallow and breathe, then followed it up with a bottle of ‘liquid breakfast’. It looked vile, but my friend had assured me it tasted a lot better than it looked and that she used them all the time when she went to the gym.

Breakfast done, I carefully removed the funnel and tucked it and the empty bottles back into the picnic basket. I picked up the folded material.

“Now, I can either put this back in, or I can leave it out and you can drool all over yourself. Your choice,” I told him calmly.

He looked at me then shook his head.

“Okay,” I tucked that into the picnic basket again. “A really mean domme would have made you have it, aren’t you glad I’m only slightly mean?”

He scowled slightly at me, but wisely, didn’t answer.

“Oh yeah, speaking of mean…”

I leant past him and picked up the vibrator wand I’d left just out of his line of sight. It was a powerful one that had to be plugged into the wall, and I saw the horror in his eyes. I set it against the seat of the chair, nestling the head up against his balls, and then stuck it down firmly with a few strips of tape. I looked up to see the horror in his eyes and I reached forwards and gently stroked his hair, leaning forwards to kiss him gently on the nose.

“Don’t worry hun,” I told him quietly. “I said you would get off today, and you will.”

He perked up instantly, eyes wrapt on mine.

“Just not for another…” I glanced over his shoulder at a clock on the wall. “1 hour and 53 minutes. Approximately.”

I grinned at him, leaning in to kiss him again, deftly flicking the controls on as I did. He leapt about a mile as the vibrations ran through him, giving a guttural moan through his gag as they did. I picked up the basket and walked away, grinning to myself, savouring his increasingly desperate moans and inarticulate pleas.

“It’s only forever darling, not long at all,” I called back with a low laugh, skipping up the steps to the kitchen.

But I did leave the dungeon door open, and not just because his moans were as sexy as hell.  I was already feeling as protective as hell about my cute little sub. If those yelps changes to cries for help, I wanted to be there.

I checked my calendar as I started cooking my own breakfast, none of that protein shake crap for me. 4 days. I’d had my lovely little sub 4 days. Well, that was if you included the actual take as a day. So it was more 3 and a bit days, but all the same. Gosh, it seemed so much longer. I bit my lip. And so much yet to come. I flicked the calendar up to the following month and grinned. There, right in the middle of August was a date I’d circled with many hearts and stars.

Bondfest. Yeah. I was going to savour the look on David’s face when I told him about that…

But hey. He had virtually a whole month before he had to worry about. Not to mention a dungeon day and 6 orgasms after 3 days total denial. I grinned and flipped my waffles. Today was going to be a good day. David might even enjoy it.

Yeah. I couldn’t even think that with a straight face.