I sat there for a moment, stroking David’s hair, enjoying the warm pressure of my cute little slave on my lap. It was tempting to just roll him up in a fluffy blanket like a burrito and just cuddle him all day, but today was a dungeon day. No half measures.
I looked down at my boots and tsked.
“Excuse me,” I said, voice glacially cold. “What are you doing lolling around when there’s dirt on my boots?”
David didn’t immediately move, and the noise he made was perilously close to grumbling. My eyes narrowed and I snapped out with the crop, dealing a sharp tap to his exposed rear. David started and hastily slid off my lap back into a kneeling position, staring up at me with his big baby eyes, but I wasn’t having it.
“Work first, then pleasure,” I reminded him tartly, clicking my fingers next to my right boot. “Sort it.”
David almost leapt to the task, eagerly lapping at my shoes, cleaning off the filth he had so happily put on there a few minutes ago. I turned my heel to make sure that he got the best coverage of the shiny leather, running the edge of the crop over the edge of his ear, running it through his hair, trailing it along the length of his exposed back, sometimes swishing it away with an impressive whistle, watching him flinch away, only to return it with the same gentle teasing strokes.
For all he was complaining about being sensitive and protesting about being touched, he certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention. I patted his flank with the crop as he finished with the right boot and swapped over to the left. It couldn’t have been easy with the ring gag, but he managed admirably. I slipped the leash over the arm of the chair, keeping him in place while I walked over to the mirror, admiring my own reflection, then critically scrutinising the job he’d done on my shoes.
“Not bad,” I said slowly. “Not your best work though. This early in the day, I was expecting better.” I fixed him with an intense stare. “Up your game Davey, you’re in the big league now.”
Taking a moment to watch him squirm in response to that, I returned to my seat, pulling a bottle of water from alongside the chair and cracking it open. I held his gaze as I took a sip from it, staining the top of the bottle with my lipstick, then blinked serenely at him.
“What?” I asked him coolly. “Did you want some?”
He nodded quickly, giving a garbled ‘yes mistress’ through the ring gag. I put my newly cleaned boots on his shoulders, ensuring he stayed kneeling down.
“Open wide then,” I leaned forwards and started to slowly pour water into his mouth.
He had to crane his head back to ensure that the water went into his mouth rather than down his chin, but to my pleasant surprise, we managed to get the whole bottle down without a coughing fit. I returned the bottle to the picnic basket, then swung my legs off David and got back up, ‘helping’ him to his feet using his collar.
God, it was such a power trip to look down at my gorgeous little sub. When we both wore flats, he was a couple of inches taller than me, but in my boots, he was staring up at me with those gorgeous green eyes.
“Come on,” I commanded imperiously, pulling on the lead.
As we walked away, the spotlight on the chair went out, and another set flickered on in the dark dungeon. Setting the picnic basket down next to it, I marched David straight into the centre of the spotlight. David looked around nervously, trying to work out what I was up to, but I had the manacles snapped tightly around his ankles before he could get too skittish. David looked down in surprise at the cold kiss of the metal. They were set into the concrete, something that had amused the builder taking on the work. Apparently it hadn’t been his first time doing it either. The result was about 3 links of chain jutting up from the concrete floor attached to 2 U shaped pieces of metal, which slid around David’s ankle, a straight bar snapping in place to complete the job.
“I’ve got a game for us pet,” I announced brightly. “It’s going to be a quiz, and for every question you get right, you get a nice little surprise. For every question you get wrong, you get a not so nice surprise.” I patted his butt with my crop to punctuate my meaning. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”
At the garbled noise he made, I guessed he didn’t quite agree with my appraisal of the situation, but, I was the one in the domme gear, after all.
“Glad to hear it,” I cooed.
I pulled a coil of rope from the trolley nearby and tied loose rope cuffs around his wrists, clicking the handcuffs off, then throwing the end of the rope up into the air. As if by magic, it dropped over a metal hoop, shaped a bit like a giant staple in the ceiling, dropping back down to just in front of my face. I pulled it down, easily pulling on his wrists so that he was forced to bend over at the waist, arms horizontal behind him.
I gazed in satisfaction at my nude slave, all of his orifices open and available for me, and every inch of his flesh within my reach. God, I loved this.
“Right then Davey,” I continued, walking around to his head and unbuckling the ring gag. “Here’s the rules of the game; for every wrong answer you give, you get a tap with the riding crop. Every 5th question you get wrong, you get a little more… unpleasant surprise.”
At his low groan, I grinned.
“But, every correct answer will earns you a kiss, and every 5th question you get right, you get a pleasant surprise,” I stated. “How’s that?”
David again seemed much less than pleased about this, but I pushed on anyway, slowly circling him as I talked, my heels clicking on the concrete. I set the ring gag down on a metal trolley just out of his line of sight, then continued circling him.
“So, Davey, what would you like to pick as your specialist subject - general knowledge, or me?” I asked calmly, swishing my riding crop.
“Um...uh...” David faltered, his voice a whispery stammer. “General knowledge...? Mistress?”
He yelped as I dealt him a smart smack on the rear.
“Wrong answer Davey,” I purred. “Your specialist subject should always be me.”
David’s the chains on David’s ankles clinked as he shifted awkwardly in his bondage.
“Sorry Mistress! Sorry!” He said quickly.
“Question number two... let's see...” I tapped the crop against my hand as I continued to slowly prowl around him. “What's my favourite type of gag, slave?
David shuffled slightly, trying to keep me in his line of sight and failing.
“Umm. A harness gag, Mistress?” he offered after a second.
His squeak at the second tap from the riding crop was just so adorable.
“Wrong again, my favourite gag is a panel gag with a ball behind,” I gently tugged on his ear as I passed. “Do pay attention slave.”
“Sorry Mistress,” David mumbled, staring down at the dungeon floor, looking a little downcast.
“Awh, perk up Davey, you'll get better at this,” I said bracingly. “You’ll have it down by the third or fourth time we play this game.”
I gave a low laugh at the sweet little whine David gave at that.
“Okay Davey,” I said, pausing to trail the blunt head of the crop over his exposed back. “Here's an easy one. Which rooms in the house are you not allowed in without my permission?” I stroked his ear gently with the riding crop. “Think about it carefully slave.”
David’s look of concentration made me squee internally, but I kept up the domme face as he frantically strained to remember.
“Your bedroom, the guest room and guest bathroom, your office…" I could see the panic on his face as he tried to remember, probably not made easier by my continuing attentions with the riding crop. “I should only really be in the kitchen or in the dungeon unless I'm with you Mistress!”
He turned slightly, straining against his ropes to give me a set of big puppy dog eyes. I took a moment to consider the answer.
“Well,” I said thoughtfully. “Really you need my permission to be anywhere at all, but...” I leaned in and gently lifted his chin with the tip of my finger so I could kiss him lightly on the nose. “I'll let you have that one. Don’t think I’m going soft on you though.”
David blushed slightly, his green eyes downcast.
“Thank you Mistress.”
“Good boy,” I purred.
David shifted around in his bondage again, adjusting his bare feet on the concrete floor.
“Now,” I continued, gently stroking his behind with my crop again. “What do I tell you every night on your slave tape?” I punctuated my words with a slight jab with the handle of my crop. “I want it word for word - you ought to have it memorised by now.”
“Yes Mistress,” David whimpered softly, then cleared his throat. “You are a slave. A slave to me. It feels so good to submit. Bow your head slut. Worship your Mistress. You are a slave. What a naughty slut you are. You are my boy now, I own you. My collar is locked around your neck. You are a slave to me.”
The eroticism of my binding words to him being recited like a piece of scripture made me shudder, and apparently I wasn’t the only one. The chains began to clink again as he spoke, shivers running up and down his naked form that had nothing to do with the temperature. The tremors continued as he recited the entire stanza, and by the end of it, his face was flaming red with embarrassment… or was it arousal? I grinned to myself, watching as he clenched and unclenched his bound hands helplessly.
I leant in close, my hair tickling his side as I spoke.
“Don't you ever forget it slave,” I whispered, laying a gentle kiss on the side of his neck, drawing a low guttural moan from him.
I straightened up, tone matter of fact.
“So, that's 2 correct and 2 incorrect, let's see if we can break the tie, hmmm?” I paused as I walked past, him, noticing that he was fidgeting a little more than before. I ran a fingertip along his underside, stopping at just above his crotch. “Looks like you're not too sensitive after all Davey, hmmm?”
David gave a series of little gasps and moans as my fingertips pattered against his tummy.
“Nnn...nnnaaaa,” He swallowed, taking a deep breath and making a visible effort to control himself. “No, Miss...Mistress”
I watched, intrigued as he had another bout of struggling. It didn’t look like he could make his mind up whether he wanted to struggle away from me or struggle closer. Absent-mindedly, I started to gently stroke his hair and grinned as he bunted his head up into my hand, with another soft moaning. I could really get used to this.
“Okay, next question,” I said, breaking the silence, making up a hard question now. “When I left you to wait out the last bit of your punishment, I quoted a movie, or rather, a song from a movie. Which movie was it?”
It was so entertaining to watch him ransack his brain, desperately trying to remember it. I could almost see the words on the tip of his tongue, but the panic in his eyes clearly told me it wasn’t as close as he would have likes. I started making clicking clock noises with my tongue.
“Ummm…” David grimaced, shutting his eyes tight, trying to remember.
“Time’s running ouuuuuuuuut...” I carolled, continuing my ticking noise.
“Is it...” David froze, caught in indecision, then shouted out the name in desperation. “Labyrinth?!”
I pouted, feeling a little disappointed. I was sure he hadn’t been going to get that one… then I let an evil smile cross my face.
“Yes, it is,” I admitted, leaning close, then pulling away before I could kiss him. “But you forgot to call me Mistress, so I can't accept the answer.”
David leapt in the chains at the spike of pain from the crop. He gave a nasal whine, looking dejected. I almost felt for him. Almost.
“You know the rules Davey, politeness is everything,” I reminded him.
David continued to whimper and grumbled about something under his breath, his head hanging down. I treated him to a second tap from the crop, this time harder.
“Mumble, mumble, mumble,” I said coolly. “Shush.”
David did quieten down slightly, but shook his arms and arse in an adorable protest. I waited to see whether he was about to start up moaning again, crop poised, but he wisely stayed quiet.
“In the first training video I showed you, 'the journey in to bondage', what was written on the collar I was holding in the last picture?” I asked him calmly.
“Slave, Mistress,” David almost whispered.
I leant over and kissed the back of his shoulder, feeling the soft shiver at the contact.
“Now we're back to 3:3, isn't that nice?” I asked lightly.
“Yes mistress!” David said brightly, clearly much happier now he was back on a positive streak.
I took the moment to luxuriously grope his butt as I passed, savouring the deep moan it elicited from David, feeling him thrust his bum back towards me as much as the ropes would allow. I gave a throaty laugh.
“Such a demanding little slave,” I remarked, kneading his butt a little more. “Behave yourself, or I'll think you're enjoying this more than me, and that's not allowed, is it, hmm?”
“No Mistress,” David quickly stopped thrusting at me, but then, a few seconds later, gave one last little wiggle against me, making me laugh again.
“Speaking of things not being allowed,” I continued. “What's the maximum amount of time, in hours, that I can lock away your chastity cage key?”
He froze slightly, staring straight ahead.
“Uhhhhhh…” I could almost see his brain try to siphon the blood flow back to it. “120 hours Mistress?” He asked after a minute, his voice sounding so hopeful. “Five days?
I gave a great dramatic sigh.
“Oh no Davey, you were doing so well,” I tutted, then smacked his butt again, treated with a yelp.
“Gaaaah!” David burst out, wiggling his butt to alleviate the pain.
“I can lock you away for 168 hours, an entire 7 day week...” I stated, leaning on his back so I could duck down to his delicate undersides, running my crop along the length of his semi-erect shaft. “Wonder what would happen to little Davey if that happened, hmm?”
David groaned at that knowledge, and flinched back, trying to shift away from the crop.
“Please...Please no Mistress. I...I really don't want...” he stammered quickly. “Please.”
Tempted to ask which bit he was protesting about; what I was currently doing to his genitals, or what I could do to them, I, oh so gently, brushed the head of his dick with the edge of the crop, then pulled it away.
“And just how did I promise you'd spend that time if you tried to run out on me again, Davey?” I asked dangerously.
“In...in isolation bondage in my cage Mistress,” David replied, his voice quavering a little. “All...all sorts of punishment and stimulation but no orgasms.”
“Damn right little Davey,” I gave him a cursory kiss on the arm. “4:4.”
David gave an endearing little happy, yet embarrassed, wriggle of pleasure, shooting me a bashful smile. Giving him another ruffle of his hair, I continued.
“Awh, such a cute little slave,” I cooed, then paused. “Okay, here's a tricky one for you. After your failed bid for freedom, we spent some time outside and I was reading my book. Which book was it?”
The look of mounting horror on his face was perfect. I’d be counting on him being way too concerned with his own predicament to notice and I was apparently bang on the money. I watched him hum and frown, jiggling in the ropes frustratedly, grinning to myself all the time. Finally, he gave up.
“I...I don't...” David broke off, giving a quiet little sob of frustration. “I don't know Mistress.”
My grin spread, rapidly becoming more evil.
“You see slave, this is the peril of being too caught up in your own sensations to be paying the correct attentions to your mistress, isn't it?” I lectured.
David craned his head to look up at me, giving me his biggest puppy dog eyes for a moment, then hung his head.
“Yes Mistress,” he admitted.
“Okay then, double or nothing,” I said brightly, plucking an idea out of nowhere.
David’s head snapped back up, his face nervously curious. I ran a hand gently down his side, mulling it over.
“Tell me which part of being my slave you love the most, and if I believe you and think it's a good answer, I'll let you off,” I levelled my riding crop warningly at him as I spoke. “Just this once.”
David screwed his eyes shut, thinking intently, giving a deep breath. After a while he spoke slowly, his eyes still tight shut.
“Mistress I...I love it when I'm encased in rubber,” He confessed. “The bondage snuggles on the couch...That was just, well awesome. I just...anytime you put me in bondage like that, or under your desk, and I'm just there, tied up, isolated, but with you,” His eyes shot open, wide and gazing at me like he was just shocked by a revelation, or couldn’t believe he was actually saying it. “I just...I really like it when I'm encased in bondage, but I'm with you. Even when I was being punished. That...that somehow made it bearable.”
David instantly ducked his head, cheeks flaming with embarrassment, but I noticed that he kept stealing glances up at me, cautious little darting looks. I stood there, momentarily surprised, taken totally aback by the sincerity of his response. It took me a moment to recover.
“Wow,” I said after a moment. “Well, that was...”
Words failed me. Instead, I leant in and grabbed him by the chin, kissing him passionately. After a moment, I felt David return the kiss his cheeks burning. I pulled away and gently stroked along the tops of his flaming cheeks.
“Such a sweetie. You're so cute when you blush.”
David’s blush somehow managed to get even redder, unable to hold my gaze eyes duck away. I watched him closely for a second. He could clearly only take so much emotional unburdening of himself, but that… unscripted little revelation there… I was definitely making some headway into living rent-free in my sub’s little mind.
“Thank you Mistress,” David stammered, his voice thick with embarrassment and… was that wonder?
“You're welcome sugar,” I said matter-of-factly, then leant in with a saucy smile and wink. “I told you you'd like it. Okay then, we're still at 4 to 4.” I paused, a sudden thought hitting me, then looked at David’s underside. “Although you seem to reckon it's at least half past.”
David groaned at the pun.
“What was that Davey?” I asked, with a mild edge of danger in my voice.
David gave a much, much softer grumble.
“Nothing Mistress,” He sighed.
“I thought not,” I said lightly. “Now, name 3 things that were on my desk the other day when you cleaned it.”
The sudden question caught him on the hop.
“Computer monitor, mouse… Ummm,” He said slowly. “Uhhhh, Keyboard?”
I gave David a long look, feeling a little put out, I had hoped that that question would have caught him out.
“Technically, those are all correct slave, although I was looking for more interesting answers,” I remarked, then realised how I could turn the answer around, the bitch inside me purring. “But you seem to have forgotten something again.”
It took David maybe a second to realise what he’d done wrong, then his eyes widened and he gave a concerned cry.
“Oh! Mistress!” He said, and I could feel him tremble slightly. “I meant to say mistress. I did. There also would've been my hood? The isolation hood Mistress.”
I ran my crop over his rump again, considering. David moaned under my ministrations, partially in fear, partially from the feel of leather, shifting in his bonds, his cute little butt twitching and wriggling again.
“Well, this is the second time you've forgotten to be polite slave,” I said after a moment. “And I'm afraid I can't just stand by and let you disrespect me twice in one day.”
Smack.
“I'm sorry Mistress!” David said plaintively.
“You certainly will be, because that makes it 5 incorrect answers...” I trailed off dangerously.
David gurgled some little half heard protests, like he’d tried to say a whole bunch of different sentences all at once, making a strange warped cry of gibberish as he struggled more now. I sauntered away to a nearby trolley and picked up 2 lengths of fine chain, each with clips on one end, joined together to one clip at the other end. As I turned around, I noticed that David had stopped struggling and was eyeing me apprehensively. Taking advantage of his immobility, I used one hand on his back to balance myself as I leant underneath him to attach the one big clip to the silicone cock ring his still wearing that attached to the silicone plug in his butt, then gently started massaging his nipples. David reacted quickly, his groans a mixture of fear and pleasure.
“Please...please, Mistress...please,” He whispered.
“You knew the game, slave,” I stated cruelly, then blew cold air on his nipples to make them stiffen that little bit more, then attached a set of clamps to them.
I loved these clamps, they had removable silicone ends so the metal teeth don’t have to bite into the skin, but they still hold on securely, despite the weight of the chain. Keeping in mind David’s sensitivity, I had kept them silicone ends on, but the weight on both his nips and his cock were certainly enough to distract him considerably, as I was rewarded with a loud groan. He managed some half formed words, still begging for another chance, or at least, begging for something, but I didn’t really care to decipher them, soaking in the sight of him struggling in my bonds, the chains dancing along, not giving an inch. I gently patted his back with my hand.
“There, there Davey, there's still time to make it 5 to 5,” I murmured soothingly. “Next question; when you were doing your maidly duties yesterday, how much did you go over your time limit?”
“Ten...ten minutes Mistress,” David managed, through gritted teeth, giving another little shake.
“That's right Davey, and you know better than to keep me waiting.”
I stepped up behind him so my legs were pressed to the back of his, my pelvis against his butt, my hands roaming over his back and waist. David nodded frantically at that, his head lowered, eyes closed. Then I felt him thrust his bum back against me, rubbing against my leather clad thighs, his hands clenching and unclenching uselessly in mid air. I ran my hands over his sides, leaning in to gently kiss his hip.
“Still feeling too sensitive, Davey?”
David was moaning almost constantly now, moving against me.
“I...You....gaaaaa...No...No Mistress, I...just....pleeeeeeease!”
I liked being able to drive him to this level of distraction, feeling that heady control of him, that I’d pushed his mind so far off base that he couldn't even construct full sentences. As I stroked and caressed him, he continued to rock back against me, still making those almost animalistic noises of desperation. I reached forwards and clicked the rubbery nipple clamps, feeling a very soft vibration run through them and down the chain to his cock ring.
“There's your nice surprise. Am I not a fair mistress?”
At Davey’s deep, almost guttural groan, I knew it was a hit, and was surprised he had enough will power to shakily say;
“Yes Mistress.”
I took a firm grip on his hips and started nuzzling and biting along his sides, blowing cold air along his ribs, pinching slightly here, kneading and nibbling there. David’s moans had definitely turned into full blow groans now, both me and the vibrations driving him crazy, still bumping his hips back against me, almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, giving short, sweet, little gasps each time my teeth hit flesh.
“Davey?” I ask conversationally, my fingertips gently pattering against his stomach. “I think you've won the right to ask me a question now.”
I smirked, to myself, doubting that he’d even got enough concentration to verbalise a question now. I could feel the internal mental struggle compete with the physical one, feeling him tremble, his panting breaths constantly intermingling with groans of pleasure and pain.
“Mistress....I...I...Can....Gaaaaaaah…” He bit his lip as I gently tugged on the chain, then tried again. “Please…” he continued in a tremulous voice. “I want....ummmmmmmm…”
“Yes Slave?” I asked, returning gently to stroking of his stomach.
That spot seemed to have a fascinating effect on him, always provoking a deep groan from him, like he was indignant I was touching, it, or rather, he would be if it didn’t turn him on so totally. It was probably a tad mean as he was desperately trying to hold onto his train of thought only for me to continue derailing it. Gotta love a train wreck.
“I...” He broke down into a soft whimper. “Are you... mmmmm...are you going...”
I was torn. I had originally figured he might just beg me to let him cum, and it would be hilarious to just to start pumping him and let all blood drain out of his brain, and hear the attempts of a question to go out of the window, but now… I kind of wanted to know what he was going to ask. If he managed to keep it together long enough, that was.
“Last chance Davey, 5 seconds, or you lose the chance,” I cooed softly. “5… 4…”
David gave a sharp gasp, then the words rushed out of him in a long garbled stream, barely comprehensible.
“Whatareyougonnadowithme?!”
David’s eyes had almost rolled back in his head, and he was still loudly moaning from the sensations I was driving into him, dancing around in bonds, struggling against them. Against me. I automatically clutched tighter onto him, pulling him tight against me, then hesitated and let go, stepping back. The boy had managed to ask a good question. He deserved a good answer. Regardless of whether he was going to understand it. I walked slowly around to face him, sensuously crouching down so we were eye to eye.
“Well darling, first I'm going to break you,” I stated matter-of-factly. “You're not far off now, you so desperately want to be mine it would be amusing, if it wasn't so cute.”
David gave a slightly louder groan, his eyes trying to fix on mine and failing, his cute little tushy continuing to writhe in mid-air despite there behind nothing left for him to grind against. I stroked his face, then tapped his nose with the very tip of his forefinger.
“First I'm going to break you. Then, sweet boy,” I whispered, lavishly stroking his neck with my fingertips, drawing his face towards mine. “I'm going to keep you.”
You would have thought I’d told him we were off to bondage fairyland. He almost forced his head into my hands, moaning at my words, nodding wildly, although I’m not sure he was aware of that, his whole body trembling now. I combed my fingers through his hair, then slid in closer, allowing him to rest his head on my shoulder as nestled into the side of his neck.
“And then?” I breathed. “And then darling? We're going to have so much fun. I've got all sorts of diabolical plans waiting for you,” I promised, punctuating the words by gently tugging on his ear with my teeth. “And you're just going to love every second as my personal bondage toy.”
He was still trembling, and started to stammer something, but either didn’t have the words or just the sheer will to push it through, whimpering softly now, trying to snuggle closer into me, hanging on the ropes and resting on my shoulder. Then I heard it, a very soft whisper;
“Yes Mistress.”
I took a moment to glance at him, David’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, like he was getting too much physical stimulation to handle any additional input.
“That's my boy,” I whispered softly.
Then, in one smooth motion, I caught the rope tied to the eyebolt in the floor and gave it a sharp tug, undoing the quick release knot. To stop him falling, I wrapped my other arm around his waist, crushing him tight against me with my left arm, pulling him upright with me as my right hand finds his cock and gently squeezes it. David staggered with the sudden movement and he let out a bleat of alarm that turned into a loud moan of contentment as he found himself tightly in my arms. A long loud moan drawn out at my touch on his crotch. He squirmed against me, clearly loving the contact, and the restraints, his arms still caught behind his back. The look of euphoria on his face told me pretty plainly that he was all mine. Lost in bondage bliss as I started stroking, gently but insistently, intent on getting number 3.
Soon, he was thrusting in time with my strokes and I increased my speed and pressure as his moans began to rapidly build.
“Come on sugar, one last time and then I'll tuck you up all nice and safe for a while,” I murmured softly.
“Aaaa...Mmmmm....ummmmm....Missssstresssssss....” he whimpered, bucking his hips against my hand. “Pleeeeeeeassssseeeee....”
Is there anything more erotic than a man begging for it? Not in my world. I gave one strong tug, still nuzzling and kissing his neck as he all but buried his head in my shoulder.
“I....I...I....GAAAAAAAhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
I had a job to catch him as his whole body almost seem to jump forward, almost leaping out of my embrace. I lifted the other arm to catch him around the waist to stop him falling, holding him upright, stroking his hair and face as he gasped for breath.
“It's a good job it's not your maid day slave, otherwise I'd make you clean that up,” I state with a low laugh, admiring the mess he’d made on the floor.
I don’t think David even heard me, he’d virtually collapsed in my arms, panting for breath. After a while, I heard words in the panting, incoherent babbling for the most part.
“I... just... p… please... aaahhhh... Mis...tress...”
I continued to hold him, caressing and soothing him, rocking him slightly in my arms.
“It's okay,” I murmur, gently stroking his hair. “I've got you. It's okay.”
His moans and whimpers turned into contented noises as I continued saying sweet nothings to him, shudders running up and down his body.
“Easy, ea-sy, I've got you, you're okay, come on now,” I kept up the stream of platitudes while I leant down to unlock the manacles on his ankles. “Come on, time for a little lie-down, I think.”
I gently guided him across the room, still keeping him in a tight hug as I was still a little worried he was going to fall over. Eventually his nonsense sentences and whimpers tailed off, and he began to stop trembling, still leaning against me, his eyes still closed. He moved like a sleepwalker at my urging, content to follow where I lead. His arms still fidgeted against the rope at his wrists, but there was no real intent behind it.
I eased him down so he was sat on the floor ontop of a rectangle of black latex. He was still so out of it he didn’t even open his eyes as I untied his wrists, throwing the rope calmly out of the way. He didn’t so much as move a muscle, even though I kept a restraining hand on him at all times, just in case he did make a bid for it. He looked entirely too exhausted to do anything except sit there, but as I watched, his green eyes darted up, momentarily making eye contact with me before darting away again.
He hadn’t noticed the metal frame built into the floor around the rectangle of latex I’d just sat him down on, or he didn’t care. He was clearly enjoying the sensation of the latex, rocking against it, but he hadn’t put together what it meant. Not yet. I gently pressed him back so he was lying on the latex, then stood up, folding a second square of latex back over the top of him, carefully tucking it into a frame to ensure it sealed properly.
The problem I’ve found with most vac beds is that you have to get the personal to willingly climb inside, which can be difficult if they haven’t exactly volunteered, so you have to drug them, which invariably involves a lot of panic when they wake up and means that they miss the sweet enclosure of latex around them. This one was built by a friend of mine, and it closed like an envelope, the bottom end of the rectangle attached to the top sheet of the bed. All you had to do then was make sure that the metal frame snapped securely on around the outside when you folded it back over.
David seemed to be reviving slightly, which made me move slightly quicker. He squirmed around, clearly enjoying the feeling of being blanketed in latex, but he looked confused, shooting me a questioning look. I knew he’d never had the pleasure of a vac bed from our online chats, and at least I had that to my advantage.
“Mistress...? Um....what's...that is...” He asked hazily.
I gave him a small smile, stopping tucking at the waist so I could discreetly make sure that the crotch area lined up with a reinforced hole built into the top sheet.
“Just tucking you up for a while sweetheart, giving you a nice little rest,” I murmured, continuing tucking him in up to mid chest, straddling him over to latex to pin him in place.
David wriggled against me, not trying to get out exactly, from the slight blush on his face, it was just for the feeling of entrapment and latex.
“Now, safety first sweetheart,” I purr, gently tucking Bluetooth earbuds back into David's ears. “Don't worry, I won't be far away.”
David looked up at me, his brain starting to recover some processing power as he looked a little bashful.
“Umm, Mistress?” He asked politely.
“Yes?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Can I...” He stammered, cheeks flaming furious red again. “That is...can you…” his eyes flashed up to mine, then away again, and he took a deep breath before forcing out; “Can I have a gag?”
The question took me totally by surprise. I hadn’t been expecting it at all. I looked at him for a long moment, then bestowed a warm smile on him, dropping a little kiss onto his nose. I lifted a tight latex hood, with a built in breathing tube, that I’d been hiding in the small of my back, not wanting to scare him prematurely, so he could see it.
“Will this do slave?” I asked him, amused.
“Ye...yes Mistress,” my bright red slave admitted, with a small and very embarrassed little smile.
“Good,” I leant in and gently kissed him, before pulling the latex hood smoothly over his face, tucking the breathing tube into his mouth. “Sweet dreams.”
I finished tucking the latex down and snapped the frames around the bed down so my sub was totally encased in latex, caught between the two sheets, then flipped the switch on the attached vacuum, keeping the suction low. As the sheets began to tighten, I heard some soft surprised sounding gurgles and moans from within. Grinning to myself, I made my way back to David’s crotch area and gently untucked his cock and balls from the latex sheet, pulling them through the reinforced area in the top sheet so that they are the only area of him left exposed to the air. My grin only spread at the sound of more surprised muffled sounds, slightly tinged with both worry and, I was pleased to hear, excitement. I watched, like a cat watching a trapped bird as the tight black latex clung to every inch of my captive slave, delineating every line and curve of him.
A study in black.
After a couple of moments when I was sure that the bed was as tight as it could be, I turned off the vacuum pump, knowing that the seal was airtight and that David was hopelessly encased until I said otherwise. Using my phone, which is paired to the earbuds I’d tucked into David’s ears, I start playing music, all soft classical music or smooth crooning tracks, and slowly backed away, keeping a close watch on David to see if he reacted badly to my absence.
After a couple of struggles, purely to test the restriction, David seemed to relax back into the vacbed, blind and deaf to the world, twitching and moaning slightly as he started to enter his zone, just drifting with the soft music and tight but comfortable constraint of the bed. I stood there, watching his regular even breathing through tube, and blew out my own sigh of relief. I’d had plenty of subs who hadn’t reacted half as well.
Keeping a close eye on him, I started to quickly tidy up my dungeon, returning things to the correct places, mopping up the mess he’d made on the floor, getting my next few tricks ready. I paused, glancing in the mirror to check my hair and make-up, and reapplied my lipstick. By the time I’d finished, David seemed totally relaxed beneath the latex, occasionally fighting the stretchy latex, but otherwise, he seemed perfectly content.
He started as I gently patted his tummy, then climbing ontop of the vacbed to lie next to him, stroking his trapped form through the latex. My presence seemed to make him redouble his efforts, groaning excitedly squirm against the vacbed as best he could, rubbing against the latex. Sensitive or not, his previously flaccid cock had definitely recovered and was starting to stand a little proud of the vacbed, but I didn’t go for it, not straight away.
I started to gently rub his form through the latex, over his chest, arms, neck, blind face… David reacted like a dream, continually trying to bunt whichever part of his body I was stroking higher, into my hand. He was gurgling inarticulately into his breathing tube, and I ignored him, continuing with my ministrations, sampling every inch of the bound form beneath me. After a while, I sat back and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. David moaned and twitched as the additional stimulus was removed, then shuddered with a contented little sigh as my hands returned, now covered in lube. I gently swirled the cool gel all over his trapped form.
I forced myself to work every square inch of his body over 3 times before gently, very, very gently, lavishing some attention on his exposed genitals. David squeaked slightly as I worked the lube over them, knowing that it was going to make him all the more sensitive to air disturbances in the room. As I worked, David’s struggles against the vacbed increased slightly, the moans and groans into the breathing tube increasing in volume and pitch.
I continue working the lube all over his body again, leaving his member alone apart from occasionally blowing softly in the direction of his dick to watch him contort against the latex. I swept my eyes over him. Not quite ready, I thought, reading the body language. Okay then… I pulled the picnic basket that I’d brought down earlier towards me, and pulled out a couple of ice cubes out of a coolbox. The sharp gasp of surprise as I rolled them across his stomach and the sudden stiffness of his body was well worth it, and the moaning spiked as I began to gently push them around his body, shudders and shivers vibrating through the latex as they slowly melted ontop of him, the temperature difference soaking through the latex, making him feel the cold kiss and tingling chill. His whole body was trembling now, and not just with the cold. Reapplying lube to my glove, I gently traced my hands back over his body, and now over his cock again. The slight buck of his hips within his rubbery prison was enough of a sign for me.
I took a breath, steadying myself. I hated oral. I’d always hated it. Rather laughably, I’d always had a pretty strong gag reflex and my first boyfriend had ended up with a lap full of sick when he had finally got the BJ he’d been begging for. I still didn’t get why girls thought it was a better alternative to sex, I got absolutely no pleasure out of it, but all the same, I was in control now. No guy would be yanking my head back and forth by the ponytail, and after all the trauma I’d put David through, he did deserve a little treat. After all, he’d licked me out the very first day.
Very slowly I leant over and licked the head of his penis. I had to fight the urge to laugh at the electric thrill that went through David, whether from the heat of my mouth on his air and lube cooled dick, or from the sudden sensation, I don’t know, but I paused a moment, then slowly ran my tongue up the seam-like patch of darker skin on the underside of his shaft, and then closed my mouth around the head and gave a soft suck on it, like a lollipop. I felt David shudder beneath me, his moaning getting more insistent. Gently toying with his balls with my lube covered hands, and pulling on the silicone cock ring still anchored to the plug in his butt, I continued to slowly lick and gently suck on him, strangely enjoying the strange male taste of him.
He was writhing under the sheers now, tugging this way and that, but I wasn’t about to stop now. Using my one gloved had I started to gently stroke and then to pump him again, still sucking on him, licking the sensitive spot on his frenulum. I could feel his arousal build, and then…
I just managed to get out of the way before he blew, for the fourth time that day. I tutted.
“I really need to find cleaner games to play with you Davey,” I remarked brightly. “I don’t suppose you’re going to give me a hand cleaning up? No, you’re just going to lie there? Typical male…”
Take it from me, cleaning a vacbed with some-one in it is something you really have to try sometime! The groans when I started to use the mop on him were so melodic some-one needs to write them into a concerto.