I looked over my book from where I was lazily sprawling on the sofa to look at my adorable slave. He was strapped up in his tight maid costume, skintight black latex catsuit, white latex pinny with ruffles and his heeled boots. He’d made some progress recently and had progressed to 4 inch heels. I’d made sure to tell him how proud I was of this development, which had only made him blush that delicious singing scarlet. Not that his blushes were visible today.

He’d broken one of my favourite glasses while washing up the other day, and he knew that I was less than happy due to his lack of participation in morning sex that morning. My displeasure was further underlined by the unusually high setting of his butt-plug vibe all of last night and this morning, and adding an additional vibrating cockring strapped to his chastity device, a cockring that was still causing him some grief. As a final signal that I wasn’t in the best of moods with him, he was wearing a thick black leather hood, laced tight around his angular face, the attached inflatable gag pumped up about as far as it could go so that his soft whimpers at the constant assault of his senses were muffled to almost nothing.

I wasn’t so mad that I hadn’t offered him a way back into my good books though. I’d set David the task of rearranging the contents of my bookshelf into alphabetical order by author.

While wearing padded latex mittens that were cuffed to his wrists and padlocked into place.

In the time it took me to finish my book.

And every time he dropped a book meant a sting from the crop later.

Understandably David was rearranging the books with exaggerated care. The large ‘Firefly: A Collection’ book had been too much of a strain though, and I’d counted at least 3 clunks as it had hit the floor before he’d managed to slot it back into place on the desk. The nervousness in his olive eyes had been a joy to behold as he reflexively looked back at me to check whether I’d noticed or not. His blush had only deepened as I had returned his look with a wink.

I turned a page with my thumb, then frowned as a familiar song came on the radio. I listened to it for a second, then got up.

“David, get up.”

He looked up at me, panicked, a copy of The Count Of Monte Cristo balanced precariously in his hands, but I took it off him and threw it impetuously onto the sofa.

“Don’t worry, the challenge is paused,” I told him impatiently. “Unless you sit there staring at me for any longer, at which point I’ll call it time up now.”

David scrambled to his feet, stumbling a little with the chain between his ankles. I pulled him close to me, clipping his left hand onto the belt loop of my jeans, meaning his mittened hand was sat on my hip, then took his right hand in my left, holding it out to the side as I put my right hand on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“Do you know how to waltz, Davey?” I asked him gently.

He shook his head mutely, big eyes getting bigger in horror.

“There’s nothing to it,” I cooed softly. “If you can walk, you can waltz, and if you can waltz, I’ll take the cockring off, how’s that?”

He still looked mildly terrified, but his body spasmed under the assault from his vibes and he gave a soft nasal whine. I grinned and pressed my pelvis closer against his, feeling the vibrations buzz against me too.

“So, right foot forwards, left foot side, and together…” I murmured softly, instructing him at the rhythm of the music. “Left forwards, side together… forwards side together, that’s it… don’t bump me into the sofa, that’s a good boy. And don’t step on me in those heels or I’m locking you away for the rest of the week. Better. Head up now…”

David slowly seemed to get a little confidence and before long we were shuffling semi-gracefully around the lounge. I put my hands on his chest, stopping him as the track ended, running my palms up to cupping them around the back of his neck, gazing up at him for a long second, then I rested my head on his shoulder, cuddling him loosely. I stood there for a long moment, head on his shoulder, eyes semi-closed, then I felt his loose left hand creep up and gently rest in the small of my back, cuddling me back.

“I don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight,” I murmured to myself, echoing the refrain of the song on the CD, then looked up at him. “Sorry I’m such a grumpy bugger. But then, you’d be disappointed if it was all sunshine and rainbows though, right?”

He tensed, not sure how to respond to that, and I grinned.

“Good answer.”

I hooked my leg around his and gently pushed his chest, knocking his legs out from underneath him. I caught him just enough to slow his descent, meaning he didn’t hit the floor hard, then sank ontop of him, straddling his waist. I felt, rather than heard, his moan and felt his hips rock against me, a day’s frustration eating away at his self control.

I unclipped his hand from my belt loop, then clipped it onto the d-ring at the front of his collar, doing the same with the other one to trap his hands in place. He tugged fruitlessly on the collar as I yanked his apron free and carefully folded it into a narrow strip. He gazed beseechingly, trying to shake his head, but I had no mercy, wrapping the makeshift blindfold around the top of his face, before hooking a finger through the ring in his collar, lifting him up so I could kiss his nose, then plant a long slow kiss on his gagged mouth, feeling his body shudder beneath me. I rubbed myself against him, slowly lowering him back to the thick rug as I ran my hands all over him, exploring his rubberclad form, planting a kiss on his sternum.

I stood up, unbuttoning my jeans and allowing them to fall to the floor, delicately moving them out of the way with my foot, then shimming out of my underwear, exaggerating the motions even though he couldn’t possibly benefit from them. I slowly sank back down, and, with exaggerated slowness, started pulling away the section at the crotch that allowed me easy access to his member. It almost sprang up to meet me, or rather, it would have, had it not been pressed hard against it’s plastic container, the bright orange cockring still buzzing happily away by his balls.

I eased the cockring away, then gently began to stroke his balls between my fingertips, weighing them in my palm, kneading them oh-so gently between the pad of my thumb and fingertips. Every movement seemed to send a jolt of electricity through him and I gave a low laugh, feeling myself getting hot and wet at the power I had over him. I quite literally had my boy by the balls.

I gazed down at him, grinning wickedly, then carefully unlocked his cage, his dick instantly hard, jutting up from his pelvis.

“Such a virile slave,” I murmured, pulling a condom from the pocket of my fallen jeans and ripping open the wrapper.

I slid it delicately onto him, before sliding on him myself, giving a delicate gasp as I felt him fill me, easing slowly down his length. David moaned, thrusting up into me, making me sink lower onto him, biting my lip at the sensation. I knew I probably wasn’t going to get an orgasm out of this, I’d already had a stunning one pleasuring myself with his assistance that morning, but I had this strange hungry feeling inside me that wanted him inside me, wanted him to fill me up…

I squeezed him luxuriously and felt him quiver beneath me. I wrapped my hands tightly around his hips and ever so gradually started to rock my hips into him, slowly and gently at first, then getting faster and harder. David whimpered beneath me, driving up in short bursts, panting for breath through his nose. It didn’t take him long before I felt him give a violent shudder, then sag, almost lifeless back to the floor. Grinning to myself, I dismounted and stood up.

“Stay there,” I commanded regally, tugging the used condom off him.

Leaving him partially exposed on my living room floor, I picked up my clothes and casually sauntered to my bathroom for a quick wash up, throwing the condom away with a smirk of satisfaction, before getting redressed and padding back into the lounge.

David had remained perfectly still, as commanded, his exposed member the only bit stirring, as the cold air of the room played over it.

“Utterly shameless,” I tutted with a laugh, snapping his cock-cage back into place with finality.

David lay there as I carefully re-covered him, then straddled him again, unclipping his hands from his collar to snap them onto my belt loops, one either side of my hips. Underneath the latex, I could feel his fingers twitch slightly, taking this as permission to hold onto waist and I patted his arm approvingly. I reached down, slowly deflating the gag, then unbuckling the collar so I could pull his whole hood away.

David looked up at me, his hair smushed against his face by the hood, a cutely nervous look on his face as he looked up at me, eyes flickering over my face as he tried to gauge my emotion. I smiled, and leant over to kiss him gently on the lips. He hesitantly returned the kiss, then his eyes slid shut and he gave a sound almost like a purr as I deepened the kiss.

“So, what’s the lesson of the day Slave?” I asked him with a faint smile.

“That you’re a sex goddess mistress?”

The response seemed to have popped out of him before he could stop himself and he looked horrified as he heard himself, cheeks searing bright red. I burst out laughing, stroking his flaming face.

“Damn right I am,” I remarked, kissing him on the nose again. “For that, I’ll let you off without the hood. But…” I pulled my hanky out of my pocket and tapped his jaw. “Open up.”

He obediently opened his mouth and I tucked the fabric into his mouth, wadding it up firmly, then pulled a long scarf from the back of the sofa. I tightly cleave gagged him with the scarf, then wrapped it around his face couple more times, tying a neat bow right beneath his nose.

“Right then,” I got back to my feet, pulling him up with me. “Challenge recommenced Davey, and it’ll be two taps with the crop for every book you drop from now on.”

The instant I unclipped his hands from my waist, he had hurried back to the bookcase, and I grinned, flopping back onto the sofa and returning to my book. After a few moments, I paused again, listening, then grinned. My slave was humming under the gag. Humming the song we’d just been dancing to.

I grinned to myself and returned to my book, shaking my head amusedly.