I lay there on the sofa, barely watching the TV as I ran my fingers through David’s still slightly damp hair, twirling it around my fingertips and gently tugging on it, sometime provoking a soft moan from the sleeping young man on my chest. I was lying on my back on the black leather sofa, my head boosted up against the arm with a couple of cushions, wearing my most comfy fluffy purple dressing gown, my hair tugged back into a plait while it dried out. My one bare foot wriggled into the thick pile of the carpet absentmindedly, the other resting along the length of the sofa.

So far, so normal for an evening in my household.

What was less normal was the young man draped over my chest. David was wearing a tight midnight purple latex catsuit to match my robe, covering him from his ankles to his neck and displaying him perfectly, clinging to him like a second skin. If you looked closely, you could see the contours of his chastity cage under the rubber, locked securely back into place, his security plug seated firmly back in his rear. Apart from that though, he was practically unrestrained, wide leather cuffs buckled around his wrists and ankles, chains joining the two with a few inches of slack, and his normal slave collar, the lead of which was nestled in my hand. I’d even forgone a gag or a hood, leaving his cute little face exposed.

After his last little orgasm, I’d almost had to carry him into the shower, although the moment I’d stripped down and climbed in with him, he’d started to perk up a little. So much that, after all that soaping and massaging and rinsing and then a thorough towel off, it had been slightly awkward getting the cage back on. He’d moaned a little at that, more out of form, I think than anything else, I had a sneaking suspicion it was a little bit of a relief for him to be honest, that he knew I definitely would be leaving his member alone, for a little while at least. The moans had become a lot more sincere, and a good deal louder, when I put his security plug back into place, but a few well-aimed taps with my hand had soon quietened him down.

After taking my own shower, which was perilously close to a burlesque performance in it’s own right, I’d slipped into my negligee and dressing gown, tamed my hair and replaced his collar and lead, pulling him back into my dungeon.

“What do you think slave?” I’d asked cheerily. “I think we should probably save the strait-suit for tomorrow, wouldn’t you agree?”

He had nodded his head sweetly like a little bird, his big green eyes sleepy. Between us we’d picked out the purple suit and before long had him all locked up in it, and additionally restrained with the cuffs. I belted him in my heavy-duty kitchen chair while I pottered around making dinner, radio on in the background, quietly nattering away to him, expecting no more response than the odd soft moan as I did.

He was mostly asleep by the time dinner was ready. Pork chops, jacket potatoes, lightly steamed cabbage and a drizzle of gravy. I don’t do fancy cooking, but David certainly didn’t seem to have any complaints as I alternately fed him and me. One bite for me, one bite for him.

“See Davey?” I purred. “Behave for mistress and you get real human food.”

“Yes Mistress,” He murmured, obediently sucking the fork clean.

I set the plates on the sink and gave him a long look, which made his cheeks instantly flush, the memories of me making him wash them while chained to the sink clearly visible in his mind, shifting awkwardly in his chair.

“Don’t worry,” I gave a low laugh. “I’m sure they’ll wait for you to do them in the morning.”

He bit his lip, still blushing brilliantly.

“Oh Davey,” I murmured, releasing him from the chair and regaining my controlling grip on his lead. “I do hope you never lose your blush reflex.”

I’d drawn him into the living room, taking a regal position on the sofa, then drawing him ontop of me, his hands chained infront of him, his back against my stomach. I flicked through the channels absently until I came across something mindlessly entertaining. David shifted against me and I automatically gripped onto him more tightly.

“Mistress…” He began, then froze as my hand clamped tightly across his mouth.

“Shush Davey,” I commanded softly. “Quiet time now.”

He gave a muffled response through my hand, then settled down into the snuggle. After a few moments, he gave a testing little wiggle and I gripped more tightly around him, locking my bare legs around his rubber-clad ones, my left arm cuddling tightly around his chest, my right hand still tightly covering his mouth. He seemed to relax at that, and periodically, I felt him start another bout of half-hearted struggling, or hear a low muffled mumble from under my hand, but his heart clearly wasn’t in it.

Before the end of the episode, I felt his body seem to grow heavier, his breathing regulate out, and when I looked down, his long eyelashes were resting on his cheeks, his face serene, utterly flat out asleep. My hands absently roamed over his sleeping form, occasionally leaning down to drop a kiss on his forehead or press my cheek into his curls.

Halfway through some mindless movie, I looked down to see him watching me, a slight frown between his brows as he blinked slowly up at me. He licked his lips nervously, nibbling along the edge of his bottom lip, then slowly sat up, turning back towards me. I watched him, intrigued, the control for his security plug balanced on the arm of the sofa, in easy reach. He slowly, oh so slowly, began to run his bound hands up my legs, lowering his head so he could kiss them, at the top of my foot, my ankle, the sensitive spot behind my knees, his fingertips pattering on my skin, hands kneading my soft skin.

I squeezed my thighs together automatically, feeling my body responding to his ministrations and he looked up at me, suddenly nervous, watching my face for a reaction. He slid closer to me on the sofa, gently undoing the belt of my dressing gown and folding it back to reveal my silk and lace nightdress, his fingertips hesitating a moment before tracing down my neck, making me give a sharp gasp, a shudder running down my spine. I bit my lip, feeling myself getting hot and wet, squirming slightly, my breathing coming faster. He gazed at me again for a second, then his hands slipped up under the hem of my dress, gently grazing along the inside of my thighs.

That was about the moment where I lost it.

I reached up, my one hand cradling the back of his neck, pulling him down to me, my lips hard and demanding on his, my other hand grabbing onto the hollow of his back as I pulled him closer… I threw my head back, breaking off the kiss as I felt his fingertips run along the outside of my labia, then gently slide inside. I could feel him trembling, oh so slightly, and it only enhanced the sensation as he began to slowly stroke inside me, running his fingers down along the silky-smooth walls of my vagina, then flicking up against my sensitive clit.

I gave a sharp gasp, clutching onto him, moaning despite myself as I felt my body tense up like a coiled spring, savouring every burst of pleasure. He was kissing me, all over my neck and chest, and I could feel the waves of pleasure build higher and higher as he gently coaxed me along. He leaned back, about to press his head inbetween my thighs as well, but my hand fisted in his hair, dragging his mouth up to meet mine as I clamped my knees against his hips, my nails raking down his latex covered back as I kissed him, his fingers still gently fumbling inside of me, delicately swirling around my clit.

My heart pounded, my whole body like a coiled spring, and then I felt my whole body spasm, giving a wild jerk, my hips driving upwards as the dam seemed to burst, sending electricity sparking and dancing through my body. I shuddered, leaning back, closing my eyes, lost in the afterglow, then slowly opened them, looking up at my adorable slave, who was suddenly looking nervous again.

“W-Was that okay Mistress?” He asked nervously.

I gave a low, sultry laugh and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him in for another long smooch, grinding against him playfully.

“Not bad at all slave,” I said with a sly grin. “The technique could use a little practice, but I’d say that you’ll get there in time.”

“I…” He swallowed. “I just wanted to…” He stumbled over the words, blushing again. “Thanks.”

I watched him, head on one side, wondering which bit exactly he was thanking me for, then decided not to ask. I gave a long, luxurious stretch, still feeling my body buzzing and sparkling, then gently pushed him off me with my foot on his chest, swinging myself into a sitting position and turning off the TV, getting to my feet, his lead in one hand.

“Come on slave,” I commanded regally. “I think it’s bedtime, don’t you?”

He hesitated, looking slightly put out, but got up obediently, following me into the kitchen. He automatically turned towards the dungeon, only to feel a tug on the lead stop him short. He looked quizzically at me, then his eyes widened as he saw me stood in the doorway to the hall. I winked, slowly beckoning him towards me.

“Bad boys belong in the dungeon Davey,” I murmured. “But I think you’ve been a rather good boy, don’t you?”

It was like I’d just shown him a piece of heaven. His jaw dropped, eyes widening as I coaxed him along the hallway, up the stairs and into my bedroom. He froze, hesitating on the threshold, then followed me over it. The moment he entered, his butt plug started to vibrate, not the violent buzzing he’d had before, but a soft pleasurable tingle that made him shudder. I shut the bedroom door with my foot, then opened one side of my inbuilt wardrobe, revealing my normal, non-bondage day clothes, then fumbled with a catch on the inside of the wardrobe.

The other door popped open, revealing my bedroom collection of bondage gear. It wasn’t as extensive as my dungeon collection, but it had a few carefully selected items for when some-one was counted worthy enough to sleep upstairs. I reeled him in with the lead, reaching up to gently peck him on the lips, before drawing one of his favourite isolation hoods from the wardrobe, complete with a rubber plug gag.

The eagerness with which he almost stuffed his head inside made me laugh, but before long, I’d laced it tightly up against the back of his head, locking it in place and smoothing it down under his collar. Cut off from vision and sound, the taste of leather filling his mouth, he shuddered at my touch as I drew his arms around behind him, sealing them away in a firm, but not too secure armbinder, locking the straps in place both up the sleeve and around his body. I slowly guided him to the thick purple rug at the bottom of my bed and helped him down onto it, face down, then belted his legs together at the thigh, and tightened the chain between his ankle cuffs so there was no slack, using the remainder of the chain to attach his ankles to the metal ring at the end of the armbinder.

It wasn’t a strict hogtie, it was tight enough to hold him in place, but loose enough for him to lie, mostly relaxed, on his front or side. I slipped the loop of his leash under one of my bedposts, thus ensuring he wasn’t going to wander far, even if he did squirm a lot in his hogtie, then gave him a firm little smack on his butt. The jump and soft moan he responded with made me smile.

I gazed affectionately down at him, then slowly straightened up. I gave myself a quick little clean off before bed, then brushed my teeth and padded back into the bedroom, stopping just by my slave. I don’t know if he felt my presence through the shift of weight on the floorboards, or whether there was just a spike in the vibrations from his butt plug, but David moaned softly, grinding against the floor.

“You’ve done well today little slave,” I murmured softly, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. “Gosh, I’m going to have to be careful. A girl really could get way too fond of you.”

I padded over to my queensized bed and tucked myself in, dimming the lights with my phone. In the darkness I could still see David, moaning and writhing at the bottom of my bed and I gave a soft sigh of contentment. 2 orgasms in one day and a sexy little slave boy all wrapped up, just for me. What more could a girl possibly want? I tapped my phone again and heard a soft murmur as the speakers built into the hood kicked into life, repeating my little mantra to him, over and over. He seemed, bizarrely to unwind further at the sound, his familiar little lullaby hushing him to sleep. I grinned to myself and turned over onto my stomach, snuggling into my pillow.

Yes. Today had been a good day.