“So…” I purred, tapping my heel against the floor as I waited for the lift doors to open, giving Davey a sideways look. “How did you like that then?”

At the awkward little shift David gave under my scrutiny, I betted he had liked it a whole lot.

“I mean,” I continued after a moment. “Some of Caitlin’s punishments got a little repetitive, flog, chastity, chastity flog… but she definitely did us proud with those little girls, didn’t she?”

David gave a muffled response through his gag, squirming slightly against the ropes. I grinned and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in close to me, my head on his shoulder.

“Feeling a bit restless, are we slave?” I murmured softly, taking the moment to give his butt a luxurious squeeze, revelling in the low throaty moan he gave in response. “How about this then? Bondcon prisoners are quite often displayed while serving their sentences… shall we take a wander down Sinner’s Row tomorrow? Go and see how they love being on display? I’m personally hoping that ginger bitch is crucified – they had a huge cross last year, you could see it across the entire site.”

The lift doors popped open and I steered David into the lift, slamming him against the glass side of the elevator, my knee sliding between his legs, my thigh pressing against his chastity cage. David gave the most delightful groan, leaning back against the side of the lift, throwing his head back with a soft whimper. I knew under that tight hood, his cheeks were singing scarlet.

I tapped the lift button with my left hand, my right roaming all over my captive slave. He pushed himself up against me, rocking his hips so that the plastic of his cage pressed into my thigh.

“Such a horny little slave, hmm?” I murmured softly, laughing as he nodded vigorously.

The lift stopped a couple of floors up, and a couple of giggling girls entered the lift, their giggling only increasing as they saw us. David froze against me, then began to squirm again, not in pleasure now, but in nerves, wanting to get out of this compromising position… I raised an eyebrow sharply at him, grabbing onto his leash and pulling him closer to me.

“Not ashamed of me, are you?” I asked, my voice softly dangerous.

His eyes widened behind his hood and he shook his head quickly.

“Good boy,” I said firmly. “Ignore them. They are irrelevant, it’s just you and me.”

I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, using the new app that matched the hood to make the eyepieces opaque again. David struggled slightly, then relaxed, focusing on my stroking hands and soft murmurs. There was no-one else but me now, as far as he knew, the leather hood just thin enough to hear me, but thick enough to drown out most other noise as other passengers entered and left. By the time the lift came to a halt on our floor, we were totally alone.

I gently pulled on the lead as the doors opened.

“Follow me, there’s a sweet boy,” I murmured softly.

Initially a little hesitant of his footing, but growing in confidence, he followed me out of the lift. I kept enough tension to guide him, but not enough to tug, drawing him along the corridor and into our suite. I walked David to a foot or so from the bottom of the huge bed, and stood him firmly in place, hands clamped firmly on his hips to signal I wanted him to stand right there, then gently pressed on his shoulders, making him slowly sink to his knees before me.

“Consider this a test David,” I murmured, walking around to behind him, and gently untying the red ropes holding his arms in a box-tie behind him. “I know I said that you and I would be having sexy-times tonight, but I also said that you and I weren’t going to get carnal until after this weekend was over.”

I grinned at his slight nasal whine and circled back around him, loosely coiling the red cord in my hands as I did. David flexed his arms slightly, then let them fall to his sides. I almost purred in satisfaction.

“Hands behind your head slave,” I commended and grinned as he immediately laced his hands behind his head. “Like I was saying, consider this a test. If you want me to keep my word, you’re going to have to show me just how well you can keep yours,” I continued, gently knocking his knees further apart with my heeled foot, forcing him to expose the rather obvious lump under his wrappings. “Stay right there.”

Not that it mattered if he obeyed, I thought absently. The room was double-locked and the security plug was still very much in effect, but that wasn’t the point. I hadn’t given him that much scope for escape since his very ill-fated first attempt. I hadn’t been able to face the concept of him trying to run out on me again, but after today, after everything that had happened today…

Somewhere down the line we’d turned a corner, and I needed to know whether it was one sided, or whether it was something more.

I knew he was listening to me as I set up the bed, getting things ready, I could tell from the slight shifts of posture and the way he tilted his head under the hood, and I grinned despite myself at the soft sounds of sucking I could hear from under the hood. Penis gags really did get my slave in the mood… The bedroom finished, I paused to admire it, then slipped off my heels. I grimaced as my feet tried to return to a normal shape, then slipped the velvet dress over my head, hanging it neatly up before sashaying into the bathroom. After a few minutes of playing with the settings, I headed back towards the bedroom door. I took a deep breath, hand on the security fob that still hung around my neck… then slowly removed it, putting it on the bathroom counter, in easy grabbing distance.

“Okay then slave,” I called leaning, in what really hoped was an artful manner, against the doorframe. “You can remove your hood now.”

I watched in interest as David hesitantly started to loosen the laces, then slipped the entire thing off his head, tentatively slowly, as if terrified I was going to yell at him for the audacity. He looked up at me nervously with his big green eyes… and then those eyes widened, his face slackening slightly. Glad that I was wearing my best black bra and matching knickers, I grinned and beckoned.

“Come on then,” I beckoned with a grin. “Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

He staggered to his feet and, as hesitantly as he had removed his hood, tripped over towards me. I grinned, and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck.

“Scary, isn’t it, when I stop playing by the rules?” I asked with a sly grin.

His terrified little nod made me burst out laughing and I pressed my lips hard against his. He tasted faintly of rubber and leather… and also very much of him. I felt him tense slightly, then relax into me, his hands fidgeting slightly in mid-air before gently coming to rest on my waist. The fingers of my left hand threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as my right traced down over his spine before copping a feel of his butt and giving it a luxurious squeeze.

He moaned softly and I leant back, breaking the kiss, but locking eyes with him. Time to raise the stakes. I started to sink lower, running my hands over his hips, crouching down to undo the straps around his ankles and letting them drop to the floor, unbuckling his boots. I straightened up and hooked my finger through his collar, pulling gently on it as I stepped back. David stepped out of the boots with an adorable clumsiness staggering slightly as he too tried to get used to being flatflooted after a day in heels.

“Mistress…” He began shakily, but I pressed a finger to his lips, sealing his voice away.

“Don’t ruin it now David,” I murmured softly.

I stepped back in for a kiss, one hand still locked around his collar, the other….

David yelped in surprise and pain as he felt his butt-plug, that oh so familiar intruder, being eased out of position. I looked down at it, then set it on the countertop of the bathroom, and turned away from David, unsnapping my bra as I went and tossing it carelessly aside, slipping my knickers down my hips and letting them whisper to the floor as well.

It was a truly immense en-suite bathroom, and at the one end was a sunken bath, more like a Jacuzzi than a bath, with hot jets, bubble makers and LED’s flashing beneath the water. It was full and foaming, and I paused at the rim of it, my heart pounding louder than a bass drum.

The higher the risk, the greater the payoff, but all the same… This had to be the most terrifying thing I’d ever done. I looked back at my adorable sub, completely butt-naked, every inch of myself open to his scrutiny and scorn, and raised an eyebrow.

“Well?” I asked, doing everything I could to keep my voice steady and level. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?”

A silly thought crossed my mind and I grinned, beckoning to him again.

“Come to the dark side sweetheart,” I purred. “We have whips and chains.”

I turned and started to slowly descend into the foaming, frothing water, praying to high heaven that I didn’t fall face-first and totally screw this up. I sank slowly into the depths, covering me to the waist, then turned back to face him, sitting on a ledge part way down the tub, immersing myself all the way up to the neck.

David still stood in the doorway and I felt my heart skitter. For an eternal second, I could see the conflict picked out so clearly on his face, see him wavering, and felt a web of pain flourish across my chest, creaking like fault lines in my heart, my heart poised to shatter like glass. He was going to turn and run, of course he was, why wouldn’t he? He had a real shot at freedom right now, of course he was going to take it, he was going to turn tail and run. What power was I naïve enough to believe I had over him? In that brutal second, all my insecurities came screaming out of the hell holes I usually kept them buried in, and it took all I had to fake the serene façade I was showing David. It was the brutal irony of being a domme, I thought. All these whips and chains to hold a guy, but I wanted, just once, for one to stay for me. Because they wanted to. Because they wanted me.

And then David moved. He took a shaky step forwards, towards me, followed by another, and then another and… I grinned broadly, my heart leaping, whole and happy.

“That’s my boy,” I remarked with a wild smile as he sank into the bath besides me. “That’s my beautiful boy.”

He blushed singing scarlet and I gave a low laugh.

“Mistress,” He began nervously.

“Yes Davey?” I asked, letting my hands roam sensuously over him under the bubbles.

“H-how… how did you know I wasn’t going to run?” He asked.

I looked at him, then kissed him gently on the nose.

“I didn’t,” I said with a grin. “And if you had… well, you wouldn’t have made it far, but let’s just say, you would only ever have had a bitchqueen for a mistress from that point on. All the nice mistress would have left with you.” I cupped the back of his neck with my hand. “Thanks for staying slave.”

He blushed again and ducked his head.

“Now then gorgeous,” I tugged him into a sitting position, then pivoted so I was sat ontop of him, straddling him, virtually nose to nose. “How about we get you all unwrapped, hmm?”

David jumped as I ran my hands over his chest, and he felt the sticky bond holding the wrappings to him loosen in the warm water, blushing even brighter red. Before he could get used to the new sensation, my lips were pressed hard against his again, my hands continuing their exploration of his form, slowly shedding the green wrapping and caressing his oh-so-soft skin beneath. I felt his sharp gasp for breath as my fingertips grazed his sensitive skin and his back arched as I ran my hands along it, I leaning in to gently nip along the length of his neck.

But there was something up. He didn’t feel right. He was responding to my caresses and touches, but he felt stiff, and not in a good way. He was all clumsy and uncomfortable, fidgeting slightly beneath me. I sighed and leant back.

“David, what’s up?” I asked flatly.

David looked away. I caught onto the front of his collar, forcing him to turn and look at me.

“Something’s up, now, what is it?” I demanded flatly. “Don’t tell me you’re some kind of germaphobe that doesn’t like baths, because I will beat that out of you.”

David smiled slightly at that, but he still didn’t make eye contact and his whole body radiated… awkward.

“I’m not...” He stammered. “Sorry mistress, it's just...”

He trailed off and I gave an impatient tutt.

“Just what slave?”

“It feels...weird...” He admitted tremulously. “I’m not used to... not being bound…” Under the water I could feel him moving his arms restlessly, feel him rubbing at his wrists. “Sorry Mistress.”

I stared at him for a moment, and then a slow smile dawned across my face, broadening until it rivalled the Cheshire cat’s. So that was it. All this freedom and he didn’t know what to do with it. Well. I did intentionally start breaking the guy, what had I expected? I sat back, with a sigh that was part amusement, part exasperation. David looked like he wanted to sink beneath the bubbles and drown himself, his face beetroot red, eyes skimming the surface of the water, still shifting nervously, unsure of what to do with himself.

Well. I could sort that.

"You guys really do have a one track mind...” I tutted, shaking my head. “But if that's the way you want to play it...”

I reached to the side of the bath and grabbed a lead from nearby, snapping the lead onto the ring on his collar, giving an impatient tug on it as I got up and rose from the bath, letting the water drain out as I went. David gave an adorable startled yelp, but followed obediently as I ascended the steps back into the bathroom and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels from a stack nearby, throwing one to him. David just about managed to catch it. I stood there imperiously.

“Well slave?” I demanded, arching an eyebrow. “I know I will eventually dry on my own, but if I have to wait that long, you’re so going to regret it.”

It took longer than I thought for the lightbulb to go on in David’s head, and then he hurried to oblige, dropping to his knees like a puppet with the strings cut, holding the towel out between us like a shield. Then he started, oh so reverently, to start drying me, starting at the feet and working up my legs, gentle and yet firm, practical strokes. He sat up on his knees to start drying my hips, but I stopped him, whisking the towel away from him to drape it over my shoulders. I casually stepped one foot over his shoulder so his nose was centimetres from my crotch and gazed down at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, while you’re down there slave,” I said lightly. “Let’s see if all those weeks of experience sucking my boots has made you any better at other tasks, hmmm?”

David looked up at me, his cheeks flushing again, but the bashful little smile he shot me was reward enough. I knew from our chatroom conversations that he’d never performed oral until he met me, but, it was a skill all self-respecting boyfriends and slaves should have.

“Yes mistress.”

He ran a hand up the inside of my thigh, then leant in, gently pressing kisses to the sensitive skin, before, very gently, running his tongue along the slit between my external labia. I grinned to myself as he gently worked his way inside me. I gave a slight involuntary gasp as his tongue flicked at my clit and automatically pressed him closer to me, feeling his rough tongue caress the smooth skin inside me, alternating between fast laps and slow deep licks that were enough to make my heart pound loud in my ears. The boy was a fast learner… his careful ministrations started slow and gradual waves of pleasure, rising and falling, slowly swelling until they came crashing inexorably through me like a tidal wave.

As it peaked, I found David’s hands on my hips, steadying me as my knees almost buckled. I grinned at him, still riding the euphoria.

“For some-one who claims not know what to do when they’re not tied up,” I remarked with a grin, tapping his hand with my finger. “You certainly know where to put your hands.”

I didn’t think it was possible to go any scarlet than he was already, but somehow, he managed it. I laughed and carefully wiped his face off with a flannel, before stepping back and bending over to wrap my hair up in the towel. Picking up another towel from the stack, I gave a sharp tug on the lead.

“Up,” I commanded.

He leapt to his feet, and I gave him a very brusque, business-like towelling down. Deeming him mostly dry, I wrapped myself in the second towel firmly. Turning away from him, I slung his lead held casually over one shoulder, stalking back into the bedroom, casually swiping his butt-plug and the security fob off the counter as I did. David followed along like the sweet little slave he is, and paused when he saw what I’d laid out on the bed.

“What do you think Davey?” I asked. “The hotel supply special Bondcon pyjamas for all the subs staying here – don’t you think that that’s sweet?

The costume was made of cotton and had the characteristic pyjama vertical stripe, in purple and white to match the Bondcon theme, but that’s about where the similarity to pyjamas ended. The bottom half to cover the subs legs was effectively a sack, with a couple of sturdy straps to tighten up the ensemble once the slave was inside, and the top half…

“That’s a… strait jacket mistress,” David observed, a slight tremor in his voice.

“I know,” I held it up with a wicked grin. “Shall we try it on you?”

He froze… and I pounced. I grabbed him by the arm, hooking his leg with mine and tackled him to the bed, sitting imperiously on his waist while his legs dangled off the bed.

“Trick question,” I said brightly, turning around and calmly sliding his legs into the bottom of the pyjamas, sliding each of his legs into the designated tubes built into the sack. “I’ve wanted to see what this looks like on you all day.”

I paused, taking the moment to slide the security plug back into place. David moaned and I pinched his butt gently.

“What, did you think I’d forgotten that?” I asked with a grin. “Fat chance.”

I drew the pyjamas up over his butt, pausing to give his derriere a liberal grope before tightening the strap around the waist to hold it firm. I managed to get David’s arms into the sleeves with little difficulty, as he only put up a token struggle, then buckled up the straps along the back, cinching them all up firmly; not so tight it would hurt, but tightly enough to hold him fast. I buckled the straps from his arms in the small of his back, and turned him over so he could sit up while I finished strapping up his legs.

“I like these pyjamas on you,” I remarked with a grin. “Maybe I’ll invest in some for home, it’s got to be cooler for you than a rubber catsuit, especially in this mad summer weather.”

David looked down, cautiously testing the limits of the thick cotton bag he was now buckled into while I slipped into my own nightwear and started brushing out my hair. At the foot of the queen-sized bed was a deep purple steamer trunk that Bondcon had left in the hotel room for me. I opened the lid and admired the contents. Restraints of every, and I mean every, type, all in the trademark Bondon purple, adorned the box; gags, ropes, armbinders, catsuits, boots, the works. I mulled over the selection of gags, pursing my lips.

“Well… being as you’ve been such a good boy today,” I continued. “And you did give me a wonderful ride just now, I’m going to let you pick the gag you get to wear tonight. What do you think slave?”

He paused, thinking about it, then said nervously.

“A panel gag, mistress?”

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow and watched him go that familiar shade of red.

“Uh-huh. That wouldn’t be because it’s my favourite, now would it?”

He blinked innocently at me and I rolled my eyes, selecting a leather panel gag with a soft sponge ball attached to the inside.

“Fine,” I said, walking around to in front of him and proffering the ball. “Open wide.”

He meekly opened wide and I eased the gag into place, buckling it up and tucking the ends away neatly to ensure that none of them would jab him while he was asleep.

“One last thing,” I remarked him, reaching underneath the bed.

I pulled out a thick steel chain that had been bolted to the leg of the bed, and wrapped this tightly around his ankles. Overkill, I know, but I swear, as I snapped a padlock through the links in the chain, I could almost feel David relax. I pushed him onto the bed and helped him lift his ankles under the covers. He looked at me in wide-eyed surprise.

“Don’t get used to it Slave,” I said calmly. “You’re not getting in my bed at home, but I never sleep well in hotels, so I might as well have you in fondling distance.”

I sauntered around to slide into my side of the bed, adjusting the pillows fussily. David tentatively shifted, giving a small struggle, testing the limits of his bond, then gave a small sigh and snuggled down. I grinned and reached for the light switch, flicking them off. David yelped as he felt my arms close around his waist and drag him backwards slightly. I draped a leg calmly over his and nuzzled into the corner of his shoulder, stroking his hair absently.

“Good night slave,” I said with a yawn, cuddling him close.

Sometime later, after drifting in and out of a doze, I startled awake. David was clearly flat out besides me, but a thought had jolted me awake. I had promised David sexytimes, and I hadn’t given it him. He might have assumed that I meant the oral sex he had given me, but that hadn’t been the deal. I lay there, thinking about it, and then sighed. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I’d resolved this. An evil smile crossed my face and I sat up slowly, gently unwrapping myself from David. He twitched a little, but didn’t wake up.

Using the back of one of my earrings that I had left on the night stand, I popped open my security fob and removed the key currently securing the cockcage. Still moving slowly and steadily to not wake him, I reached under the covers and towards the middle of his pyjamas. David might not have noticed that there was a slit built into the pyjamas at crotch level to allow easy access, but I had. Within a moment, I had the cage unlocked and had eased it away. David made an unintelligible noise, clearly coming closer to the surface and I slid in closer to him, one arm cuddling him close, the other gently stroking his balls.

David started awake, his whole body tauter than a compressed spring.

“Easy slave,” I purred in his ear. “Just keeping a promise.”

I started to gently stroke along his shaft, tugging slightly at the head and felt him press into me, his hips rocking in time with my strokes, his butt rubbing against me. I started to gently kiss and bite his neck, hearing the delicious moans he was giving under the gag. After the day he’d had, I wasn’t surprised at the short time it took to bring him to the explosion point. I grinned. Thank god for hotel maids.

David gave a mild mutter of protest as I slipped the cage securely back into place and locked it back up.

“Right,” I slipped the key back into the security fob. “That’s it, not even if all the wannabe dommes in the world try to kidnap you, you’re not getting any more action until after the convention. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

I kissed him, just under the ear, then nipped lightly at his earlobe.

“Sweet dreams sweetheart,” I murmured.

He made a muffled sound in response, but I think it was something along the lines of “sweet dreams mistress”.