It’s amazing how draining a weekend away could be, especially for a dyed-in-the-wool introvert like me, but it was also remarkable how easily things could get back to normal. It had been a wonderful night, I thought, turning over in bed to stroke David’s hair, watching him breathe slowly and steadily in his sleep. It was probably the first time we’d had sex in an actual bed, I thought with a grin. Everywhere else, near enough, but not in bed. I had said that I would let him orgasm after we got back, and as I’d proved before, I was a woman of my word. Of course, I’d also lashed him to the said bed in a star shape, but still, worryingly normal for us.

Time to get back to our version of normal then. I poked David awake.

“Oi, slave,” I said, channelling my most bitchqueen of tones. “Just because we had one weekend away, you seem to think you’re entitled to bedroom privileges, is that?”

David’s eyes widened in shock and he tried to explain, but I clamped a hand over his mouth. I was a bad, bad woman, I knew it wasn’t right to terrify my boy like this, but the look in his eyes was just too delicious. I pulled the quick release knots on the ropes holding him to the bed and fixed him with my most draconian stare.

“Dungeon. Now.”

I managed to hold back my snigger as he vanished like a startled squirrel out of the bedroom, but I couldn’t quite suppress my grin as I rolled out of bed and staggered to my feet with a lazy stretch. I had promised him a dungeon day, and that was precisely what he was going to get. I opened my wardrobe, retrieving black knickers, black bra, leather trousers and a black bustier. Snapping my hair up into a high-ponytail (a recipe for a headache, but worth it) I picked up my dark brown leather biker jacket and slung that around my shoulders too, stepping into some black heels studded with silver spikes. Punk domme was definitely the theme of today.

I sashayed out of the bedroom and down the stairs, snagging a riding crop from the umbrella stand by the front door and twirling it in my best Goblin King impression, humming absentmindedly. Stalking down the stairs, I saw that my slave was kneeling, almost trembling, in the middle of the room. He had remembered his training though, his hands were laced behind his head and his knees were spread wide enough apart to show the chastity cage tightly clamped in place. Asides from that and his collar, he was totally naked, rope marks still patterning his wrists and ankles.

I slowly paced around him, swinging the crop all the while, then snatched up a black leather hood and threw it at him. It wasn’t quite a full isolation hood, as the padding pockets over the ears were empty, so I knew he definitely would still be able to hear me, but there were no eyeholes, or a gap for his mouth, just a pump jutting from the front leading to the inflatable gag within.

“Put it on,” I commanded, still circling him.

David hesitated, then obediently pulled the hood over his head, tucking the gag into his mouth and then slowly cinching up the laces at the back. I stopped behind him and tutted, smacking his hand with my crop.

“You call that tight?” I demanded, then brushed his hands away and started to properly lace it, pulling it drum tight around his face.

David moaned through the leather as I finished, and I gave him a warning nudge with the toe of my shoe.

“Now, I think my slave is getting a little above himself,” I continued. “I show you a little bit of leniency at Bondcon, and now you expect the world, don’t you?”

David wildly shook his head and gave a muffled stream of protest that I cut off with a harder kick.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” I remarked in a dangerous tone.

David fell silent.

“Present wrists,” I commanded. “And kneel up.”

He reached forwards, hands raised, straightening up so he wasn’t sat on his heels anymore, and I tightened leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

“Well, it’s time I reminded you just who is in charge here,” I continued, putting my foot on his shoulder, momentarily resting it there, staring down into his blind face.

I shoved him backwards so he landed on his butt.

“Stay,” I commanded, then stalked over to another side of the room.

Pressing a button on a yellow control box hanging from the ceiling, a bar slowly lowered down from the ceiling until it was just above David’s head. Leaving it there, I returned to my sub and grabbed his wrists, clipping the cuffs together over the bar and locking them in place. I then did the same with his ankles, meaning that both his legs and arms were held high above his head and only his butt was touching the floor. A fact that soon changed as I used the winch to slowly lift him back up so his butt was at about waist height. David squirmed in his new position like a fish in a net, and I took the chance to run my finger along his side, making him dance all the more.

I reached forwards and unlocked his chastity cage, then swiftly removed his security butt-plug. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t need that, he was locked to and suspended from a bar in my basement after all, and it was probably due a charge. This didn’t mean his rear-end was safe though. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, I squirted some lube into my hand and started to carefully work it around, and eventually inside of him, savouring the moans he made as I did, and the whimpers as I withdrew.

“Such a needy slave,” I remarked, slapping his butt. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

I was very glad I hadn’t inflated the gag for the next bit, because the sounds he made was just pure eroticism. I slid 2 little shiny spheres inside him, and then followed them with a short but thick plug to seal them in place. David had already been sporting a semi-on, but now he was almost fully erect, a fact I helped along by giving him a few firm strokes with my lubed hand, then slipped what looked like a silicone figure 8 over his junk – one half over his shaft, the other over his balls. They were stretchy enough not to hurt, but definitely tight enough that he could feel it, especially when I backed off, and the weight attached to it hung down between his legs. I gently tapped the weight, making it swing like a pendulum, and grinned at the guttural moan that elicited.

“Now, I don’t think that that gag is doing it’s job properly yet,” I remarked, taking a firm grasp on the pump of the gag. “So, let’s do a little sound check, shall we?”

I clicked a remote and the two spheres lodged in his butt began to wildly vibrate. David gave a squeal of surprise and I started to pump the gag, only to reduce the vibrations when he fell silent and kick it suddenly back up, making him moan again, gleefully repeating this process until there was very little difference in volume. Content, I patted his butt, leaving the balls vibrating at a soft tease. I didn’t think it was enough to push him over the edge without further stimulation, but all the same…

“Don’t you dare even consider coming until I get back,” I warned him. “Every ejaculation without my consent will land you 2 days in chastity, are we clear?”

David nodded wildly.

“Outstanding,” I remarked.

I peeled off my gloves and left them on his stomach.

“Hold those,” I commanded easily. “Right, I’m going to go and have breakfast. Have fun.”

With that, I stalked back up the stairs and shut the dungeon door on him. Not that that meant he was out of my sight. I propped my phone up against a jam jar on the table while I bustled around making myself toast, watching the live-feed from the dungeon. Initially, David had tried writhing and contorting against the ropes, but rapidly realised that that made the weight attached to his balls swing, pulling on both them and his dick, which was practically rigid. He was currently alternating between trying to hold himself as still as possible, and being unable to resist squirming and rapidly regretting it.

I opened the newspaper, flicking between that and my slave, smiling wickedly as I did, and taking slightly longer to fully appreciate the news than I might have done normally. Dumping the dirty crockery in the sink, David could take care of that later, I checked my reflection in the oven door and then picked up the newspaper and clattered back down into the dungeon. Grabbing a chair, I dragged it over close to David’s head and picked up the yellow control box attached to the bar he was suspended from.

“Sorry to keep you hanging around,” I remarked, unable to resist the pun. “But did you know that Ironocorp’s stock has sharply risen and Mythmirrin is on the verge of bankruptcy after the sudden disappearance of their CEO?”

David shook his head.

“I thought not – trust you not to pay attention to the news,” I tutted. “So, we’re going to play a game. I’m going to give you the name of a company and you’re going to tell me whether their stock has risen or fallen. If you’re right, I’ll bring you closer to the floor, if not, I’ll winch you up higher.”

David gave a very muffled noise and wiggled his hands.

“How are you going to answer?” I dialled up the vibration in his butt and he moaned softly. “Use your imagination. So…” I looked down the stock pages. “The WTS corporation – up or down?”

David cautiously pointed up with one finger and I shook my head sadly, tutting.

“It went dooown!” I remarked, and punched the up button.

David groaned as he felt himself lifted further away from the floor by an inch, and then stop in place.

“Let’s try again, the Easter Conglomerates,” I continued mercilessly.

It was utterly hilarious, regardless of the direction, every time he moved up and down the weight swung back and forth, increasing the pressure and tension on his most sensitive area.

“How about Archenland?” I asked wickedly.

He hesitantly pointed up and I burst out laughing.

“You really know nothing about the stock market do you? Archenland is a country in the Narnia Chronicles,” I told him. “I’m counting that as an epic fail.”

As I started to slowly reel him up, by two inches this time, rather than just one, he clearly lost control. David started to wildly buck and writhe in place, yanking hard against the cuffs, which in turn made it all the worse for him, the weight dancing around underneath him, yanking on his balls all the more wildly. I got up and dealt him a sharp tap with the rolled up newspaper.

“Hey!” I snapped. “Settle down you wanton hussy, or do you want me to put you in full isolation to chill you out?”

David froze, breathing hard.

“I thought not,” I said coolly, settling back into my chair. “Unilever, you must have heard of them, right?”

David cautiously pointed down, then moaned as he felt himself being retracted further into the ceiling, then came to a shuddering stop. The winch couldn’t go any higher at this point, he was practically poking the ceiling with the tip of his dick. I paused. I hadn’t thought this part of the game through, I honestly didn’t think that it would be that hard a game, but David clearly didn’t have a head for finances.

“Okay, let’s go for double or nothing,” I remarked. “You get this right, I bring you down. You get this wrong, and I up the vibration in your butt.”

David desperately shook his head, but I continued anyway.

“So…” I flicked through, trying to find an easy one. “British Steel.”

David froze and then pointed upwards. I audibly facepalmed.

“Really?” I demanded. “Oh David, you are such a glorious idiot.”

I dialled up the vibrations in his butt and David desperately thrashed on his pole. The weight juddered beneath him and then… before I could do anything more than raise my eyebrows, he had burst, painting the ceiling with sperm. My jaw momentarily dropped, then I had to clap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from bursting into uncontrollable laughter. How the hell were we going to clean that up?! Biting my lip hard to force back the cackling welling up inside me, I turned away and started collecting the necessary gear. Giggling was not proper dungeon etiquette, after all.

I pulled the immense rubber crash mat from where it had been leant against the wall and set it down on the floor with a crash. David would have to give me a hand to put it away, it was a hefty thing, but that was later. I systematically checked the straps, then headed back to my suspended slave, pausing in the racks to pick up a thick latex catsuit, posture collar and bondage mittens.

David was limply hung from the bar, but he started moaning softly as I lowered him back down until his head was about level with mine. I casually stripped the weighted cockring off him, then, replacing my latex gloves that had miraculously remained on his tummy throughout, I removed the buttplug and the vibrating spheres. David sighed in relief, then groaned as a thick dildo replaced it. Non-vibrating. When I said isolation, I meant it. His chastity cage was also swiftly replaced and locked in place. I didn’t set the timer though. The sentence would begin after the dungeon day was finished, after all, he might lose control again.

I unclipped his ankle cuffs and his legs fell to the floor, heels banging on the floor and David scrambled to stand up quickly. I unlocked the cuffs and threw them away haphazardly. I hated leaving a mess, but I fully intended to have David clean this place top to bottom when we were done. Clearly very apologetic, David gave no resistance as I pulled the thick catsuit over his feet and worked it up over his legs, taking my time until I worked it up over his butt and up to his hips. I paused once I’d got it over his waist and grabbed the chair. Standing on it, I slipped the mittens over his hands and locked them securely into place before removing the remaining cuffs.

I worked the thick rubber suit over the rest of David, then zipped it firmly up at the back, and then locked it off. His normal collar was removed and replaced with the strict posture collar. I locked that off too, and then slipped a pair of pads into the sides of the hood over his ear. As David gave a whining moan, I gave his gag another pump, and he fell quiet. Taking a strong grip on him, I marched David over to the rubber bed and escorted him to the floor.

The mattress was as big as a double mattress and probably twice as heavy, and I knew from experience it had held a very ripped 6 foot guy who had lost a bet with me, let alone my weedy little sub. A thick heavy padded strap went around his waist with 2 thinner straps going over his shoulders, and 2 more going between his legs either side of his crotch, all of them clipping onto to the mattress. More straps enclosed his legs mid-thigh, and around his ankles, all of them broad and padded. I betted that through the thick rubber and the padding, he could barely feel they were there until he tried to move and couldn’t. He was cautiously reaching out with his mittened hands to feel the straps, and I swiftly brushed them away and pinned them down. His wrists were locked down level with his waist, his upper arms cinched in just above his elbows.

“Well, now you do get to have a bed all of your own,” I remarked, then reached to the pads by his ears. “Isn’t that nice for you?”

The pads started to emit white noise, blocking off all sound and leaving him in total blackness. The hood shut off sight, speech and hearing, and the suit cut down much of what he could feel. It wasn’t total isolation, but it was as close as I could practically get. I sat back, running a hand down his torso, then patted his tummy, not that he could feel it through the thick suit.  I paused for a moment, then stood up and luxuriously stretched, then sighed. Great, now I didn’t have an excuse to avoid my emails…

I trudged up to my office and turned on my computer, propping my phone against the monitor riser so I could still watch my boy. I wasn’t sure how long to leave him, but as I opened my inbox, I thought it might be some time…