Caitlin toed Red with the tip of her boot, her lip curling.

“You know, when I leant her to you, I did expect her back in a functional capacity,” Caitlin said dryly. “What am I supposed to do with this limp noodle of a human being?”

I shrugged, unable to hide my smug smile. We were back in my suite after one hell of satisfactory afternoon. David was knelt up by the side of my chair, still in his tight leather shorts and armbinder, but I had replaced his hood with a more severe one. I didn’t really consider them a punishment anymore, considering how much I knew my little slave loved them. His head was encased in drum-tight leather, a thick blindfold over his eyes and padded sections over his ears blocking out all sound by filling his ears with white noise from the speakers concealed within. A butterfly gag filled his mouth, pumped up fully enough to satisfactorily muffle him, but not enough for it to be uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, grinding his hips very slightly as he did. I did feel a touch mean by not letting him orgasm after all the day’s fun, but he’d already had his rocks off once more than I had intended this weekend, and the last thing I wanted was for him to lose his fire before I got him home.

Speaking of fire… I checked my watch and then fiddled with the remote for his plug, dialling it right down before actually turning it off. I looked up to see Caitlin giving me a long suffering look and I grinned.

“Oh calm down super-domme,” I said with a grin. “I’m not being soft on him - we have an appointment soon, and that does actually require him to be… ahem… a limp noodle.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t query it any further. She poked Red again. I had replaced her chastity belt and harness before strapping her up into a tight hogtie, but after the… 2 orgasms she’d cranked out with David, let alone any she’d suffered in the maze, she really did look utterly boneless and relaxed, practically asleep in her bondage.

“I repeat the question, what do you expect me to do with this?” Caitlin demanded.

“Use her as a doormat?” I suggested. “Hey, you’re the professional dominatrix, you tell me.”

Grousing under her breath, the dominatrix extraordinaire leant over and slit the rope holding Red’s ankles to her wrists, before yanking her to her feet. Red gave me what probably would have been a goofy smile, but it was distorted by the panel gag she was wearing, holding a decent-sized silicone pear in her mouth. I checked my watch again.

“You’ve got what… 4 hours to get her riled up again. If I know anything about you Caitlin, you can do that in 2,” I said easily.

Caitlin gave me a superior smile.

“Oh please, I can do it in one,” She smacked Red’s butt sharply. “Thank Mistress Eliza for your afternoon out.”

“Thhng nhh Mnftrmff Mlnzh,” Red said, with such genuine enthusiasm it made me smile. “Hm hhd h whndmrfhl tnmm.”

“You’re welcome Red,” I smiled. “Now, do you promise not to ever try to steal any-one’s slave ever again?”

“Hm prhmnfm,” Red nodded emphatically.

“You promise to what, slave?” Caitlin demanded sharply.

“Hm prhmnfm th nmvmr ftmhl hnn-hnm'f flhvm hghnn, mnftrmff,” Red chirped.

“Good,” Caitlin rolled her eyes. “Let’s go ensure that that promise is kept shall we?”

She swatted at Red.

“You’re going to hop all the way back to Punishment Row,” Caitlin informed her. “And I think that spending the rest of the time on the electro-crucifix might put a bit of spine back in you, hmm?”

I winced despite myself as Caitlin pursued the hopping Red to the door. Caitlin paused.

“Will we see you at the show tonight?”

I shook my head.

“No, I think I want a quiet night in, a lot’s happened,” I paused. “Caitlin – what’s your opinion on the Kraken Club?”

Caitlin looked at me.

“A bunch of bureaucratic pussies incapable of capturing and keeping their own slaves pandering to equably incompetent trust fund babies,” Caitlin said scathingly. “Dangerous to tangle with though. Sometimes they take my cast-offs. Why?”

“Just some rumours I overheard,” I shrugged. “Thanks. And thanks for letting me have Red this afternoon.”

“No worries,” She gave me a wicked grin. “Although Red might regret it.”

She paused, hand on the door.

“You are taking part in the after-event aren’t you?” She asked with a grin. “I just know that you missed it last year and it would be a shame to do so again, especially when you have a sub of your own this year.”

“He’s fairly fast Caitlin,” I remarked with a grin. “Aren’t you worried that he might pip Jem to the post?”

Caitlin grinned.

“The race is like bondage darling,” Caitlin said with a smile. “It’s about technique, not speed. Oh, and who comes first isn’t the most important thing either.”

She popped open the door and ‘assisted’ Red through. I couldn’t help feeling a little bit for Red, while at the same time envying anyone who had the pleasure of watching her bounce through the hotel. I swirled my hand over David’s head, listening to him give a soft hum of pleasure, before dropping into my own thoughts. I was more than a little worried about the conversation I’d had with the Raven. The session with the two subs had taken my mind off it, but now my mind was drawn back to it. I didn’t want to work for the Kraken Club, but at the same time, I didn’t want to get on their bad side either. It wasn’t that I was scared of them exactly, but they had the ability to make my life very awkward. Their reach was long and insidious…

David bunted my hand and I jumped, startled. I gave him a gentle clip over the ear in warning and he hunkered back down, apparently apologetic. I sighed. It wasn’t David’s fault. I leant over the arm of the chair and kissed the top of his head, grinning at the soft mutter I got in return.

I needed some distraction… I reached for the phone nearby.

“Reception,” The Hotel receptionist said brightly. “What can I do for you Mistress Eliza?”

“Could you put an order through to one of the stalls for me and put it on my tab?” I asked. “I’m not feeling like leaving my room at the moment.”

“Of course Mistress Eliza, which stall?”

“I believe it was some play on the word ‘Wrap’.”

“We have… ‘And that’s a Wrap’, ‘Bohemian Wrapsodies’…”

“That’s the one.”

“Stall 1023,” The Receptionist murmured as she wrote. “And what would you like us to pick up?”

“They had some ‘Cuddlesoft’ Wraps?”

“Oh, I think I know the ones you mean,” The Receptionist said with a smile. “The really adorably fluffy ones?”

“Those are the ones,” I said. “Could you pick me up enough to wrap up a slender man, about average height?”

“Of course Mistress Eliza, we’ll have those sent to your room.”

“Fabulous, thank you.”

I hung up the phone and settled back in my armchair, a small smile playing over my face. I checked my phone again, and then tapped an app on it.

“Davey,” I spoke into my phone and felt David tense alongside me as the speakers in his helmet flared into life. “I’ve got some people coming up in a few minutes, and when they do, I’m going to strip you off again, and they’re going to take a very close look at you, and this will involve them touching you. You are going to let them, or I will tie you tightly down until you have no other option. I will be in the room the whole time, and they will not have free reign of you. I trust we’re clear.” I stroked the top of his head consolingly. “Don’t worry, they won’t see your face. It won’t be anything that invasive either, so compared to me, it should be a total breeze for you.”

Going by David’s body language, he didn’t seem convinced, but there was a knock at the door.

“Behave and this will all go wonderfully,” I told him, getting up. “Now, sit still like a good boy.”

I got up and opened the door. A squad of 3 were stood outside, all in the same uniform of bright blue polo-shirts and baseball caps, each proudly sporting their company logo. There were 2 girls, both as cute as buttons for different reasons – one was a curvy black woman endearingly homely looking with curly black hair pulled away from her face, big brown eyes and a wicked smile with bright white teeth, the other was tiny and petite, and I hazarded a guess at Japanese, with her big black eyes, tiny nose and long black hair. She was bouncing on the spot with a million watt smile. Behind them both, looking rather exasperated was a strong looking white lad, his hair shaved back to reveal the ornate tattoos swirling all over his face and neck, his eyebrow pierced to give him a cynical expression. He was clearly well fit underneath his blue polo-shirt, and also clearly the beast of burden. In one hand he carried a large plastic container, and had a rucksack, also in bright blue, nonchalantly slung over his shoulders.

“Ultra-Secure Services,” The Japanese girl chirped. “You are Eliza Grey?”

“I am indeed.”

“Then we’re here to see your boy-toy!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. I grinned despite myself and stepped back to let them in.

“He’s so cuuuute,” the Japanese girl said brightly.

The guy rolled his eyes and rapidly started assembling something from out of the bag. It was a square platform about the size of a pouffe, maybe about knee-height, with 4 sturdy legs and a square stand at the top. From the boards that made up the platform were a pair of cuffs.

“Okay then, if we could have your slave on the platform,” The black girl said easily. “Calves strapped into the cuffs with him kneeling up please.”

“Of course,” I turned to David and pulled up on the lead still attached to his collar.

He scrambled awkwardly to his feet, and I felt him tremble slightly as I unbuttoned and pulled away the leather shorts, and then, to his even greater surprise, unlocked his chastity cage, and removed his butt plug as well. He was still sporting a semi on and I shook my head.

“Sorry about that,” I said to the girl. “I have given him plenty of time to calm down…”

“Not a problem,” The black girl said calmly. “There’s a numbing agent in the gel we have to put on, and then we always have icecubes if he’s being stubborn about it.”

“You are prepared,” I said with a grin, leading David over to the platform.

It took a little bit of manoeuvring, but we got him strapped securely onto the platform, and after a few sharp taps, he learned that he was meant to stay kneeling up.

“I didn’t shave him beforehand,” I remarked after a moment.

“That’s alright, the silicone we use is designed to not pull hair out,” The black girl assured me. “Now, why don’t you take a seat and put your feet up, and we’ll take it from here.”

Politely dismissed, I settled myself back in the chair to watch, amused. While the guy started mixing up batches of weird coloured goop, the two girls snapped on latex gloves, then squirted gel on their hands, and then started smoothing it over my slave. I wished I had one of those cocktails as I watched him squirm as they delicately worked it all over his lower torso, arse and thighs, leaving no area untouched. Initially his cock did start to swell at the unwanted attention, but then the cooling effect of the gel and whatever numbing agent was in it started to set in. I could almost hear his protesting moans.

Both of the girls stepped back to let the gel in, then with large flat tongue depressors and cups full of the goo, started to smear it all over his nether-regions. I watched as they carefully covered from just above his knees to all the way up to his waist, including his belly button in the process. Each time a cup was emptied, another one was handed up by the guy until the entire crotch-section of my slave from belly-button to lower thigh was covered in luminous green silicone. His cock and balls were now a dome-like bulge and his legs were practically welded together.

Now the guy was dipping what looked like white bandages into water and passing them up to the girls. They made two vertical stripes either side of his hips, then used more horizontal strips across the back of his butt cheeks, moulding them tight against his curves. Once they were happy with that, the black girl rubbed petroleum jelly along both of the vertical strips at his hips, covered them with damp paper towels, then put more strips ontop of that before repeating the process for the front.

“Nearly done,” She assured me.

After waiting for a while for the frame to set, she and the girl cracked it apart, first taking off the front part, then the back of the plaster cast. Then, with a pair of safety scissors, she started to snip through the silicone, cutting up the back of one leg, then across and up the small of his back. With a deft tug, the entire silicone cast came away. Unable to stop myself, I got up and peered at the cast. I had to admire the detail the silicone had captured, even individual hairs could be picked out on the inside of the cast, and there was the perfect inverse replica of my boy’s junk and butt.

The black girl waited until I’d finished looking, then put the mould inside the plaster cast and all of that went into a box. The black girl carefully wrote my name on the label, as well as the date.

“Right,” The girl said, business-like. “We’ll make a cast from this and then you can order whichever product you wanted tailored to his exact proportions. I understand that you were interested in the discretion range total security belt?”

The boy whistled and I grinned despite myself.

“That’s the one.”

The guy looked up.

“One of my mates was a serial cheater until his missus got her hands on that thing,” He remarked. “Boy did that change his behaviour fast. So fast that his sister’s bloke clocked on and got the female version for her. Pretty sure that would have ended in a divorce if she’d been able to find the keys.”

“Good to know they work well,” I grinned. “Not that my boy ever gets the chance to cheat on me.”

The Japanese girl handed me a leaflet.

“We do have quite a considerable lead time on these at the moment,” she said apologetically. “I’m sure you can understand that there is considerable demand and each piece is hand made in the UK from cruelty-free components, tailored to each person’s individual body type and finished to exceptionally high-standards.”

“Nice pitch,” I said with a grin. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. How long is considerable?”

“About 6 months at this point,” She said apologetically.

“Huh,” I looked up at David and grinned. “Might have to be a Christmas present then.”

“I like your style,” The black girl said. “Well, thank you for opening your account with us and we look forwards to your order.”

“Thank you,” I unbuckled David and pulled him back off the platform. “And thank you for your efficient services.”

“Make sure you leave a good review,” The lad grinned. “So our boss knows not to give us any free samples.”

“Noted,” I replied.

With the same efficiency that they had shown putting it up, the platform vanished and all the goop went back into the barrel. The black girl hefted up the crate with the molds in, and with no fuss, they disappeared out of the door. I was left blinking after them, then shrugged. Taking a proprietorial grip on David’s arm, I picked up the cock-cage and snapped that back into place. I turned him around, then caught David by the arm binder and gently lifted it, forcing him to bend over, sliding the plug back into place. The numbing gel must have been good, because he barely reacted to either action, but he definitely jumped a mile as I ran my hands over his chest.

Bondage was always so much about the props, about the fancy outfits, the scenarios, that sometimes you could forget about the human underneath the rubber. I moved in close and kissed the hollow of his throat, feeling the shudders than ran through his skin as I did. I ran my hands around his waist, my palms grating slightly against his skin as I drew him close, hugging him tightly. For a moment I stood there, my ear against his chest, listening to his heart beat… then gently bit his shoulder, gently tapping his tummy while I reached up to unlock his hood, releasing the air in the gag. A slightly dishevelled David appeared as I pulled the hood away.

“It’s been a hell of a day slave, hasn’t it?” I asked with a grin.

“Yes Mistress,” David agreed, with feeling.

I looked at him.

“Now, we could go downstairs and eat in the hotel restaurant,” I said after the moment. “But I’m not really feeling it slave, are you?”

I didn’t even need to look at him to see the speed of his head-shake.

“No mistress.”

“Good, well,” I picked up the leather shorts. “As much as I personally would like to keep you starkers all evening, you probably ought to put these back on if we’re going to get room service.”

David obediently stepped into the shorts and helped me shimmy them back into place.

“Mistress?” David asked tentatively.

“Yes Davey?”

“What was all that about?”

I looked up at him with a small smile.

“You’ll find out when you get your Christmas presents,” I said with a sly look.

I watched his face closely. I’d never actually said how long his enforced stay with me would be for, so I was expecting to see a look of alarm, or surprise, maybe even horror, but instead, there was something more like resignation… and was that satisfaction? He was actually… content with that prospect, I realised. It wasn’t even that he’d just accepted that this was his fate, and was grudgingly going along with it any more. He’d really and truly embraced it, and that… blew my mind and made my heart skip all at the same time.

“You’re a weird boy Davey,” I said with a smile, kissing his nose.

Pausing a moment to admire his blush, I stroked his cheek and then sauntered past him to pick up the restaurant menu. They had quite a good range, and an Italian chef on site. Chinese was always my personal favourite, but I did love a good Italian from time to time. And not even in the bondage sense. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see David squirming inside the armbinder, flexing against it to see how much it would give, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. Damn bondage junkie.

“I’m fancying the ravioli, chicken and chorizo is calling to me,” I looked up at David. “What do you want, slave?”

I showed him the menu. Looking surprised, and a touch startled, he stepped towards me and took a look, his eyes scanning the menu.

“Oh, um…” he hesitated. “The lasagne, mistress?”

I looked at him, my eyes narrowing, then looked again at the menu.

“Uh-huh,” I said slowly. “And that’s totally not because it’s the cheapest thing on the menu?”

The way he blushed, and the guilty duck of his head told me everything I needed to know. I took another look, scanning through the menu. I knew he wasn’t a fan of mushrooms from offhand comments, and I wasn’t about to let him stink the hotel room up with a fish smell…

“Well, you can have the tagliatelli,” I announced calmly. “Looks like you’ll like that.”

I snapped the menu closed and picked up the phone. I grinned at him.

“Maybe I should get us a bottle of wine too and make it a real date,” I remarked. “Oh, hello, Reception? Can I have room service please – one of the chicken and chorizo ravioli and one dish of the house tagliatelli with a bottle of red wine. We get a complimentary dessert? Fabulous, we’ll have one. Yes, just one, and one spoon please.”

I hung up the phone and looked at Davey.

“Let’s get you dressed for dinner then.”



By the time there was a polite knock at the door, I’d got David buckled into a snug canvas straitjacket over his leather shorts and had him knelt on a cushion by the side of the coffee table, leather cuffs around his ankles with a very short chain between them.

“I’ll let you off this time slave,” I told him with a grin, opening the door.

Beyond was a sweet redheaded boy in a slutty butler’s outfit. By that, I mean, shirtless with incredibly tight black trousers and shiny shoes. His pecs and washboard abs on show as his arms in box tie behind her neck, a tray with two covered plates hanging from a strap around his neck. In place of the bondcon collar was a white latex collar and black bowtie, but it clearly had a d-ring in there somewhere, as a black lead extended from that and rested in the hand of one of the receptionists in her pin-neat purple suit, black tights and plum Mary-Jane style heels. Her black hair was in a neat bob around her unnaturally severe face. In one hand she had a paper bag, printed with ‘Bohemian Wrapsodies’.

As they stood there, she gave the butler an unsubtle kick to the back of the calf. He jumped.

“Good evening Mistress Eliza,” he stammered. “We have your room service order, and also the order you made earlier this afternoon. I would like to apologise for the delay as I was sent out to collect it and unfortunately got waylaid…”

“Translation, made an impromptu visit to Sinners Row…” The Receptionist muttered.

I grinned despite myself.

“Well, I can’t blame you, and the delay hasn’t caused any irrevocable damage,” I remarked. “And I’m feeling in a generous mood.”

“I’m afraid that we have a very strict staff policy and as Jake here is still on his probationary period, this would be this wold be an instant suspension offence,” The Receptionist (Julia according to her name badge) explained. “However, according to staff policy during Bondcon, he can forgo this if he makes suitable restitution to you, hence the outfit.”

Jake gave me a nervous smile. I glanced between the two of them and rolled my eyes. I took the paper bag from Julia and set it on the sofa, before resuming the position in the armchair. Julia carefully unloaded the trays onto the table, along with the wine and desert. I ran a hand over David’s hair and then looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, thank you for dinner,” I said calmly. “Is there anything else?”

Julia kicked Jake again, who winced.

“I need to ask if there’s any more payment that you feel I should make?” He asked nervously.

I sat back, looking at him, and then turned to look at David, grinning wickedly.

“Well Davey, what do you think?” I asked playfully.

David looked at me, eyes wide in panic.

“Um… whatever you think best Mistress.”

I blew a raspberry.

“Well that was a cop out answer slave,” I remarked dryly. “Remind me to beat you later.”

David ducked his head swiftly and I looked at the disgraced receptionist, head on one side.

“Are you strong Jake?” I asked him after a moment.

“Fairly, mistress.”

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

He hesitated.

“It’s my day off Mistress,” he said.

“Well, you won’t mind giving me a hand then?” I asked calmly. “Be here at ten, and bring the slave-truck. You can wear your normal uniform though.”

To my surprise, Jake grinned.

“I’ll look forwards to it Mistress.”

“Damn right,” I looked at the both of them. “Well, thank you both. Unless there’s anything else?”

“Not at all,” Julia set the bag on the side-table. “Bon appétit.”

“Thank you.”

I waited until the door clicked shut after them, and then delicately speared a pillow of pasta and bit into it.

“Mmm,” I said appreciatively. “Want to try a bit?”

He nodded quickly and I grinned. I speared another one and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it appreciatively, then swallowed.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“You like?”

“It’s really nice mistress,” He said shyly.

“Let’s try your tagliatelli then,” I swirled my fork through the thick flat pasta strands and twirled some up. “Open wide.”

David obediently opened up and I tried a bit as he was chewing. It was a rich creamy white sauce and fresh pasta, with hits of oregano and well-seasoned chicken, with the hit of smoky bacon. I complimented myself on picking it for him and gave him a sly look.

“Now tell me you don’t prefer that over the lasagne,” I remarked playfully.

David blushed, hanging his head again. It was quite peaceful – me and my slave, one bite for me, one bite for him. Full of pasta I looked at him, and then grinned.

“Come here,” I commanded.

David looked at me.

“Mistress?”

“I said, come here,” I caught him by the upper arm.

With a little fidgeting, I managed to get him onto his feet, and then onto my lap. He looked adorably awkward, but I held on tight to him as I picked up the tiramisu and put the plate on his tummy. Carefully scooping up a spoonful, I tried it, then my eyebrows shot up. Normally tiramisu was a bit of a cop-out, but this was really nice and creamy with punchy coffee and rich chocolate. I scooped up more, and then held it out for David.

“Aren’t I nice to you?” I asked him with a grin.

“Yes Mistress,” David said.

I leant back and looked at him. He blushed.

“What, Mistress?”

“You actually meant that,” I grinned. “Oh dear David, I don’t think there’s any saving you now. You’ve got Stockholm syndrome good and proper.”

He looked at me, still blushing… and then I saw a sparkle of something in his eyes. He leant over, slowly at first, and then a David coloured blurr came speeding in my direction, and I felt the lightest little brush on my lips. He kissed me. My sweet shy little slave actually… kissed me? My jaw nearly dropped and it was a good thing I had a tight grip on the dessert or it would have ended up all over him. I stared at him, and then let a slow smile cross my face.

“David, you are just full of surprises,” I said with a smile, then beckoned. “Come back here and try that again, but with a little more pressure, eh?”

His face was redder than a beetroot, but he obediently leant forwards and brushed his lips against mine. I rolled my eyes and reached up with my spare hand, catching him by the nape of the neck and pressing him harder against me. He gave a little ‘eep’ of surprise, but didn’t fight me as I kissed him hard. I leant back and grinned.

“You are seriously wearing at my self-control,” I said with a grin. “Such a naughty slave.”

He grinned, ducking his head again and I set the pudding on the arm of my chair and pushed him gently off my lap.

“Now, before I totally lose my self-control,” I commanded. “Go into the bedroom and get a gag. Get those lips of yours under control, you wanton boy.”

I swatted his butt as he shuffled past me, and craned my head to watch his butt, shiny in his tight leather shorts as it retreated into the bedroom. I picked back up the pudding and gave it a wicked look.

“Well, that means you’re all miiiine,” I told it, with a note of satisfaction.

I paused, then sprang up, taking the dessert and spoon with me and sauntered after him. With his arms in a straitjacket and a chest full of bondage-gear, this promised to be a spectacle I couldn’t miss. I leant against the wall and watched as my slave stared at the chest of bondage gear. Completely oblivious of me watching, he leant over and, using his nose, flipped the locks open, then, using his shoulder, pressed his side against it and pushed up. It took him a couple of goes to get the timing right, but eventually he got the chest open, the lid leaning against the bottom of the bed.

Then started the most wonderfully bizarre spectacle I’d ever seen. You’ve heard of apple bobbing? Gag bobbing is so much more entertaining. David carefully weighed up his options and then, clearly thinking of my preference, as normal, he went straight for the panel gag with the sponge ball insert. Knelt in-front of the chest, he leant forwards over the side and opened his mouth, trying to get his mouth around it. He closed his mouth around the foam and tried to lift, but the weight of the panel dragged it back out of his mouth. With a frustrated grunt that made me internally squee, he tried again, trying to grip it with his teeth. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t get enough purchase to get the thing out of the trunk.

He sat back with an irritated huff, and then leant forwards again. This time he aimed for a bright red ball gag, but this kept rolling away from him. He managed to push it against the side so that it didn’t roll away, but then was trying to crane his tongue underneath it to scoop it into his mouth. He nearly made it, only for it to drop with a clatter and a frustrated moan. I scooped up more pudding. This was better than the movie and cuddle session I’d envisaged earlier.

After 5 unsuccessful attempts and even more frustrated grunts, he sat up, scowling at the inside of the trunk. I could see him carefully appraising all the gags on offer, and then his eyes set upon a penis gag. Unlike the others, it was hooked on the back wall of the crate, and the 6 inch dildo jutting from the panel was fairly solid. He sized it up carefully and then opened his jaw, sliding his mouth around it. He had to pause for a second as he triggered his gag reflex, but persevered until he’d got his lips wrapped around the base and pressed against the panel. I finished off the pudding, sucking the spoon to savour the taste as well as the view.

I could hear the faint sucking noises as he tried to hang onto it and watched the muscles in his neck crane as he lifted it out of the clips for it and then away from the side. He gave a little muffled sound of triumph and then jumped, blushing bright red as I gave him a round of applause by tapping my hand against my arm. Still on his knees, he shuffled over to me, and then bowed his head so that I could buckle up his gag. Setting my plate down, I gave his hair an affectionate ruffle before tightening it up securely.

“Okay sugar, wait right here,” I said, patting his head.

I took the plate back into the living space and covered the dirty plates back up. Picking up the paper bag I flicked the lights off and wandered back into the living room with the remaining wine and glass in other hand. Setting them on the bedside table I casually stripped off and pulled on my comfy ‘jamas. There’s always seems to be an expectation, especially in porn, that girls always wear silky camisole tops and matching shorts to bed, when they wear anything. Not this girl, you were lucky if mine even matched. As it was, they sort of did match, smoky grey pyjama bottoms, and a black cotton band t-shirt.

“David,” I called. “Come here.”

David struggled to his feet and padded over to me as I rooted through the paper bags and pulled out a roll of grey fluff. I grinned at his confused expression.

“Legs together,” I commanded.

He snapped to comply and I knelt down. The wraps were similar in construction to stretch bandages, so I peeled off the top sheet and smoothed it against the side of his calf before wrapping it tightly around both shins, twice, before wrapping it up over his knees and thighs. The strips were roughly a4 in height, so the first roll easily covered him up to the waist, over the leather shorts. I ran a hand appreciatively over the wrapping. It was the softest, most plush feeling fabric you’d ever felt, and I grinned, looking up at David.

“How does it feel to be a real-life teddy bear Davey?”

He squirmed slightly and nearly toppled over. I caught him firmly by the arm, standing up and rolling my eyes.

“Such a clumsy teddy bear.”

Taking another couple of rolls, I worked the furry wrap up over his tummy, around his strait-jacketed arms and chest, and up to his neck, taking care to drop his collar over the top. Due to how stretchy it was, it was surprisingly easy to manoeuvre it into the right place to make a full covering, although the third wrap was definitely needed. I took the opportunity to run my hands over my super-fluffy and now super-squirmy slave. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into a rib-cracking hug.

“Awwwh, my snuggly-wuggly,” I giggled despite myself. “I feel about 5 again.”

I paused, and then adjusted my grip slightly. David gave a muffled squeak as I bodily lifted him around the waist and dropped him down on the bed. He sat up on the bed as I pulled a pair of socks out of the bag that had a paw-pad pattern on the bottom. They slid easily on over his exposed feet, giving him adorable little pink pads and toe-beans. Take that all of my ex-boyfriends who claimed I wasn’t girly enough.

“And the piece-de-résistance…” I pulled out a headband with a pair of bear ears on and snugged them on his head. “Do you feel adorable yet? Because you look adorable.”

David blushed even brighter red. I pulled him into the right position and then clambered onto the bed myself, making a nest out of pillows and cuddling him close, one leg casually thrown over him. As I turned the TV on and casually flicked through the channels, I took plenty of time to grope every inch of my fluffy restrained slave.

“It’s not been a bad day, has it?” I asked with a yawn.

I took David’s squeak as agreement, rather than protest at my hand slipping over his fluffy thighs. I paused on an old film, and then shrugged, dialling the lights in the room down with the same remote before setting it aside. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek, grinning at the second squeak I got. Setting the remote on the bedside table, I picked up my own, more familiar remote. David gave a soft groan as his butt plug whirred back up to a low teasing buzz. I ran a hand over his fluffy tummy and settled my head on his shoulder.

“Thanks hunny,” I murmured with another yawn. “We might have to do this again next year.”

At David’s little chirrup, I grinned and nestled closer, half watching the film, half cuddling my human teddy bear. A few moments later, I felt him relax too and give a soft little sigh, snuggling down next to me. Strange how much difference a few months can make.



I looked up at a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called, frowning at the instructions on my phone.

The door opened and Jake, resplendent in his purple suit entered, wheeling what looked for all the world like an industrial platform on saucer-sized casters, a large metal handrail stretching up from the base to Jake’s waist level, meaning he could push it with ease. Jake parked it by the entrance, letting the door swing shut after him and then sauntered into the room.

“Good morning Mistress Eliza,” He said with a smile.

“Good morning Jake, hands out of your pockets,” I commanded casually. “You’re early.”

Jake pulled his hands out of his pockets swiftly.

“Well, I know how much trouble being late gets you in,” He said with a smile. “And plus, I didn’t want to miss out on anything. There are some really good lectures planned for today.”

I gave him a sideways glance. He gave me an affable smile.

“I went through the programme and wanted to get tickets to them, but the best ones sold out in minutes,” He explained. “But as you’re a platinum member, you get to crash whichever you fancy.”

“And, by extension, so do you, lucky you,” I remarked.

“Very lucky me,” He said honestly.

I looked at him, and then grinned. Jake looked past me, intrigued.

“What are you doing, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I shrugged. David was sat in front of me at the bottom of the bed, dressed in a cotton and nylon jumpsuit, hugging tightly to his curves while being light and breathable. His arms were roped snugly into a box-tie with white cotton rope that was further secured to his chest with a simple chest harness. A rope hobble was tied around his ankles, but otherwise his legs were suspiciously free. To one side of him was a pile of soft stretchy squares of material in different contrasting materials. I had just fed a folded (clean) pair of knickers into a stripy sock, rolled it up, and was now in the process of tucking it into David’s mouth. I leant back to make sure it satisfactorily filled David’s mouth, and nodded to myself, picking up a square of fabric.

“2,” I noted to myself. “It’s known as a jam gag,” I explained to Jake. “My slave lost a bet yesterday, and the basics of it was that if he lost he got the mother of all gags today. At the same time, I don’t want to totally cripple his mouth – I might need it later.”

Folding the square in half, I wrapped it around his chin and pulled it tight around his head, fastening it up at his crown. It took a little bit of fiddling to stop it sliding one way or the other on his silky hair, but eventually it lodged in place. It was loose around his upper lip, but did what it was intended to do, put pressure on the chin and keep his mouth shut.

“3,” I announced.

I picked up another square and tied it over his mouth, circling to behind him to pull it tight, ensuring it was secure before knotting it off, then swiftly followed it with another to make sure his face looked sufficiently squished.

“5,” I noted to myself. “How are you doing there Davey?”

David rolled his eyes and gave a response that was incredibly pleasingly muffled. I paused, gazing at David thoughtfully.

“Problem?” Jake asked, taking a seat on the bed to watch.

“Not at all,” I remarked. “Just pondering. The next step is usually an over the nose gag, but as I was planning to hood him as well, that might not be a good call, as he does have this selfish need to breathe.”

“Goddamn these selfish subs ruining your aesthetics,” Jake remarked.

“Exactly,” I remarked. “Gosh David, step your game up.”

David rolled his eyes again and I gave Jake a sideways look.

“You’re being informal today,” I remarked.

“Well, it is my day off,” Jake explained, then looked at me. “I can be more formal if you’d prefer?”

“Nah, I was enjoying the banter actually.” I tapped David’s chin. “Bite down hard slave.”

David obediently closed his jaws and I wrapped another square of fabric under his jaws up over his ears and knotted this firmly at the top of his head, pulling his jaws together.

“6.”

Another over the mouth gag followed, and then I carefully folded a piece of material and wrapped it around his neck as a collar, neatening up all the edges. I picked up some bandages from the open trunk and slowly started to wrap it from his neck up to his upper lip, then, leaving a gap for his nose and eyes, I worked it over the top of his head and stuck it down with duct-tape. A stretchy Gwendoline hood went over the top and I leant back to admire him.

“10…” I sighed. “I know Keiko managed 13, but I don’t feel comfortable enough to push further.” I patted David’s head. “We can experiment more when we get home.”

Jake whistled.

“I’m glad I’m not you,” He remarked to David.

David gave a very muffled moan of pleasure and I grinned, kissing the tip of his nose.

“It’s okay, he gets hot on it,” I assured Jake.

Jake grinned.

“Then he’s a lucky bloke that you cater to his kinks,” Jake remarked. “I mentioned to my ex-girlfriend that I wanted to try a different position and she thought I was hard work.”

“Well, now’s your time to catch some-one a little more alternative,” I remarked. “Bring the truck over would you?”

Jake hopped up and rolled over the platform. There appeared to be a pile of Latex ontop, and David looked at me as I yanked the hobble rope free, helped him up, and pulled up the big latex bag for him.

“Sit,” I commanded.

David hesitantly ducked through the hole and sat on the platform. The bed was covered in thick memory foam, and I had no worries about his comfort in there. I pulled the bag back over him, finding the hole in the centre and guiding it over his head. It was a tight fit, but with a pop, David’s head appeared through, the latex tight over the posture collar. With Jake’s help, I pulled the latex down and sealed the hole, and then with a flip of a switch, there was a soft drone. David couldn’t look down to see, but I bet he could feel as the latex contracted against his skin, clinging to every inch of him as the air was sucked out. I admired his captured form and ran a finger down from his nose, over his packed mouth, over the leather posture collar and down over his chest, feeling the lumps of the rope still holding firm.

“Well, I know how much you enjoyed the vac-bed at home,” I told him with a smile. “And I need to keep you fresh for the after-party tonight, especially after all the fun you had yesterday.”

I leant closer to him, near where his ear would be under all those layers.

“I bet that cage is really hurting, huh?” I whispered and grinned at the faint moan I got in response.

I straightened up.

“Okay Jake,” I said briskly. “Your mission is to keep up with me and make sure that my slave doesn’t get stolen at any point. Asides from that, you have my permission to enjoy yourself.”

Jake saluted with a wicked grin.

“Oh, one request Mistress?”

“Yes Jake?”

“Please can we see Lady Rubina’s seminar at 11? I’ve always wanted to see how she manages it,” Jake asked.

I grinned.

“I’ll consider it,” I tapped my hip. “Heel boy.”

Jake laughed and made a barking noise.

“You know, if you ever have a house party, I’m totally happy to attend. Or be one of the wait staff. Whatever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I opened the suite door. “After you.”

Jake took a firm grip on the truck.

“Okay champ, we’re on the move,” He said cheerfully to David, then started pushing. “Sharp right…”

I found that endearing, that he was being so considerate of my slave.

“So, Lady Rubina’s seminar right?” I asked him, shutting the door after him. “What does she talk about?”

“She used to be a pole dancer, sorry, aerial artiste.”

“And now?”

“Now she uses bondage models as the poles.”

“Sounds unmissable.”