Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I posted last year.


Hot

I felt wonderful all week. I met April last Saturday and have seen her nearly every day since. Before that, I had spent nearly a year in mourning after a particularly difficult breakup. But now it was like all that baggage had fallen away and had been replaced by the excitement of a new relationship with a vibrant and beautiful 23 year old woman.

April is a gorgeous blond, and even though she's only 5' 2" and barely over 100 lbs, she has a powerful attitude and is athletic and deceptively strong. She's vibrant, energetic, and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind. Strong women really turn me on, especially when they look delicate. On our first date, things went particularly well, and she made the first move. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head with both hands, pulled me to her, and forced her tongue into my quite willing mouth. That led to amazing sex. She took the lead on that too, and I was rather surprised at how forcefully she pinned me down. Several times since, I would try to get on top, but it didn't last long before she would wrestle me back down. I didn't mind though. I don't think the sex would have been as good if I was on top. Since that first date, there's almost been more sex than talking. But I have no problem with that.

It's Friday, and I've got a date with her again tonight. Work has been difficult this week since it's so hard to concentrate. All I can think about is her. She's so gorgeous, and that strong attitude just turns me on like nothing ever has. But soon I'll have no need to think about anything else.

After work, I drive over to her house. I don't know how she can afford such a nice place. I don't even know what she does for a living, but she must be doing well or her parents are loaded and make sure she's living well. I ring the door bell, and after a brief wait that seems much longer than it is, she opens the door. Her outfit immediately puts a bulge in my pants. She's wearing a small black corset-like top that barely covers her breast and doesn't go below her navel. She's also wearing a short low-rise black denim mini skirt with tattered edges on the bottom. The sight of this gorgeous vision almost makes it hard for me to breath.

"Get in here you big stud", she says seductively as she grabs my shirt and pulls me into the house, her gaze never leaving my eyes.

Once I regain my balance, I immediately move in to kiss her. But she stops me by putting her hand on my chest and moving back.

"Not yet", she says firmly with her soft voice. "I want you to ache for me."

"I've been aching for you since I last saw you", I said smoothly.

She smiles a seductive grin and says, "Not as much as I want you to ache. I want to lock you up in my closet. Do you think you're up for that?" She says this with such ease, almost as though it was a normal request.

I hesitate for a few seconds, unable to speak. The thought of bondage always turns me on, and now it's being suggested by this gorgeous blond who turns me on more than any woman ever has. It's almost beyond my wildest dreams. The bulge in my pants immediately turns into a raging boner. "Sure", I said, my voice almost quivering with excitement.

"I don't just want to lock you up though. I want you to be my sex slave. I'll have you when I want you, and I won't when I don't, and you won't have anything to say about it. And it won't end until I decide. The only time you'll have a choice is now. So it's not a decision you should make lightly. So what do you say? I guarantee it will be the experience of a lifetime."

I almost wanted to scream yes, but I took her warning to heart and didn't answer right away. But the excitement on my face must have given away my answer because her smile increased, and she moved over to me and grabbed my penis through my pants. "So what do you say", she said softly as she stroked my now pulsating member.

"Yes, I want to be your slave!" My heart nearly skipped a beat after I said the words though. This was a woman I had only known for a week, and I had just volunteered to give up my freedom to her. And the thought of bondage seems almost as scary as it is exciting. Still, it feels very right.

"Follow me", she says as she turns away, leaving my penis hungry for more attention. My knees are so weak from excitement that I find it difficult to walk, but I press on. My lover's body is just as nice from the back as it is from the front, and my excitement seems to build with every step.

I follow her up to her bedroom, which we had visited several times before. We are in front of her walk-in closet, which is closed. I had never seen it opened, and until now, I hadn't been the least bit curious about it. But now I wonder what she has in store for me.

"Turn around", she orders. Not waiting for me to comply, she grabs my shoulders and turns my body so it is facing away from the closet door. Then she slips a blindfold over my eyes, and proceeds to undress me as I take in the blind sensations. She has some difficulty getting my pants and underwear past my rock hard penis, but she manages. Then I hear the closet door open. Without any warning, she pushes me backwards into the closet, and I nearly lose my balance as she continues to push me until I slam into the corner. Without a sound, she forcefully kisses me. "You make me so hot", she croons and then kisses me again, softer this time. I start to wrap my arms around her, but she pulls back and grabs my left arm and pulls it over my head. Then I feel her fasten a metal cuff around my wrist with a series of distinctive clicks. Then she grabs my other arm and repeats the process. My hands are now just over my head; my pulse races as I instinctively test my bonds. They can swing out a little bit, but I can't pull them down, and I can't wiggle my hands free. Then I feel more cold metal cuffs being fastened around my ankles as I hear more clicks. Without warning, my arms are pulled quickly to the ceiling. It hurts a little, but I relieve the pressure on my wrists by standing on my toes. But then my arms are pulled up even more. I eventually stretch out enough so I can relieve some of the pressure on my wrists, but I'm standing as high on my toes as I can, and I can't hold it for long. For the first time, a little of my excitement is turning into panic.

"Ooh, that's a little too high", I say with a slightly panicky voice. "My wrists are hurting."

"OK, you can get down then", she teases.

I pull on my bonds, but they don't budge. I try to lift my legs and I'm immediately met with resistance and a little bit of pain from the ankle cuffs. Obviously she couldn't have been serious about me getting out since that seems to be impossible. I feel the cuffs on my wrist with my fingers as much as I can so see if there is a release, but from what I can tell, it's smooth except for a possible keyhole.

"Now you're in. You can't get out!" she says loudly as if to drive home my predicament. "I'm going to leave you here a while to soften up. I've got a lot of plans for you. Don't go away!" she said as she lightly caressed my penis. Her touch sooths my nerves, but then it ends, and the thought of her leaving suddenly seems much worse.

"Please don't go" I say with a little bit of panic in my voice, but she continues to leave without a word. I try without success to at least loosen the bonds, but it is obvious there is no way out. It isn't long before my calves are killing me. I try to lower down to my heels, however as soon as I get close, the pain in my wrists becomes unbearable and I have to go back up again.

I stand there for what seemed like an hour, but in reality, it is probably far less. My fear is starting to give in to panic as my calves and wrists burn. I start to yell as loudly as I can, "April!" I repeat this several times until I eventually hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"I don't like how that sounds. A slave shouldn't address his master by name like that. From now on, you'll call me goddess."

"OK", I say, thinking it is a little weird but not wanting to jeopardize my release. I'm still in pain, but I'm excited at the prospect of being set free.

"OK what?" she says.

"OK, I'll call you that...goddess", I say, slightly annoyed.

She doesn't say anything but pulls a foot stool over close to me. I can smell her perfume so I know she's close, so I am relieved she is finally going to release the handcuffs. I feel something on the side of my head though, which confuses me. Then I feel something in front of my mouth. Suddenly, a strap is being tightened around my head, and a ball is being pressed onto my mouth. I start to protest, but the ball just goes into my mouth when I open it. She keeps tightening the strap until the ball is pulled deeply into my mouth. I continue to protest, but it is not intelligible.

"I know you're new at this, but you just did a really bad no-no. You never sound irritated at me, ever. Do you understand?" I shake my head up and down, but my breathing is now quite panicked. My calves and wrists hurt, and now there is an odd contraption in my mouth, and I don't know if she will release me or not, and I can no longer plead with her either. "Now we're going to try this again. I'm going to give you something to take your mind off your wrists and calves though."

I wasn't sure what she could possibly do to make those feel better, besides letting me out, which it didn't seem like she was going to do. Suddenly, there is a biting pain in my left nipple. This was followed shortly after by a biting pain in my right nipple. But it doesn't stop there. Then she must have added some weights because suddenly they are being pulled and my nipples are pinched even harder. I grunt and shriek, but that just makes the weights swing and the pain is worse. Then I feel her playing with my balls, which feels nice at first despite the pain in my nipples, wrists and calves, but then it starts to feel like she is getting a little too rough with them. Then it is obvious she is adding a leather strap around the top of the ball sack, which squeezes my balls lower and makes them ache a little. Then she clips some weights to some rings on the strap, and then they ache a lot. She was right; now that I have this new pain, I almost don't even notice the pain in my wrists and calves.

"There. I'll be back when I think you may have learned your lesson. You hang tight there! Don't go away!" she says playfully. I groan in response, but the sound of her footsteps continues to become more distant, leaving me with only the sound of my rather distressed breathing.

As I hang here, sightless and in pain, a funny thing happens. The pain almost becomes pleasurable as I drift into an almost trance-like state. I think about the beautiful woman that holds me captive and get turned on despite my predicament, or perhaps because of it. I want to get out, and yet, I really don't want to be free either.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually I could smell April's perfume again, so I know she is close. She isn't hurrying to release me though. Then without warning, something slimy is being forced into my rear end. The object doesn't want to go in, but April is persistent. "I can make you feel all better; just take it in", she says reassuringly. I try to relax, and at one point it actually feels like I am taking a dump, except with it going in and not out. Once it is past a certain point, it goes in the rest of the way easily. Then vibrations start, which instantly makes the pain from the rest of my body a little less noticeable. Then my body tenses as my cock is being sucked, accompanied by some amazing tongue action. She is also lightly stroking my balls. Now the pain in the rest of my body seems to contribute to my pleasure.

It feels like I am going to ejaculate at any second, but then she starts pulling on the weights attached to my balls, which increases my pain and keeps orgasm out of reach for me. April continues this for quite a while, and it almost feels like I am having an orgasm the entire time, however she denies me the actual orgasm I desperately need. I almost pass out from the pleasure and pain. Then she stops and removes the weights from my balls and nipples. Then she removes the nipple clamps, and pain shoots through my nipples, causing me to scream slightly through the gag. She kisses and lightly licks my nipples, which helps a little. Then she starts strapping some leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and with each one I hear the click of a small lock. So I knew I am not going to be completely free, and at this point I am OK with that. At least the leather cuffs will be infinitely more comfortable that the metal ones.

She releases the metal cuffs that hold my feet and then says, "I'm going to lower your arms now, but if you touch that blindfold, you're going to know real pain." She lowers the chain that holds my hands high above my head. I find it difficult to stand though. I can reach my blindfold now and could take it off, but if she didn't consider the pain I'd just experienced "real pain", I really have no interest in finding out what her version of real pain is. She un-cuffs my hands, and they drop to my sides, and I nearly fall over from my lack of energy. She leads me out of the closet and over to the bed and pushes me down on it, face up. She pulls my arm up toward the head of the bed and then I hear her clip something to a ring of the leather cuff. She repeats this with the other arm and then clips something to each ankle cuff as well. Then she begins pulling each one tight, apparently with a winch, leaving me tightly tied spread eagle on the bed. It feels like heaven, and my cock becomes more erect with each limb that is pulled tight.

When I am secured, she mounts me and starts to grind on my very hard and very willing cock. It is incredible. I feel like I am going to climax right away, but the leather strap on my balls helps delay the orgasm for a short while. But still, it doesn't take long and I explode into the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. April climaxes soon after and then drops on top of me with my cock still inside of her and the anal intruder still buzzing inside of me.

"There's another rule I forgot to mention. I will always climax before you, or you'll be punished." She says it without malice, but after what I had just been through, I am a little nervous. "I know I didn't tell you that before, but you should have known."

Despite her threat, we lay on the bed peacefully, her body against mine, with her legs draped over my legs that stretch to the corners of the bed. She lightly caresses my body and occasionally tickles my penis and under my balls and then moves on to the rest of my body that is within reach of her slender arms. I feel like I am in heaven. At this moment, I don't care if I'm ever free again.

"I want to stay this way forever", she says softly. Unable to respond with the gag in my mouth, I just think about what she's said. I didn't want to be free either, but would she really try to keep me like this forever? The thought gave me delicious chills. "You're mine now and I'll never let you go." My heart quickens as she says this. I really like her, but it seems a little soon to be getting so serious. Then I realize this was serious. I don't have my freedom, and I am not sure when I'll get it back. It feels good to hear that she has no plan to end things though. I don't want our relationship to end.

Eventually, she removes my gag and blindfold, but leaves me tied to the bed. "Kiss me, gently", she said softly as she moved toward my lips. I am very happy to oblige. "Don't ever go." For the first time, she seems to have a very delicate side.

The words "I love you" escaped my mouth almost without my knowledge, but I meant them despite the very short time I knew her. "And I won't go. Even if I could."

She smiles sweetly at me and rests her head back down on my shoulder. I just enjoy the moment. Eventually she stops caressing and drifts off to sleep with her hand resting on my penis. Having a beautiful naked woman against my body while I am securely tied to the bed with a device still buzzing in my rear makes me very horny, but eventually I settle down enough that I am able to occasionally drift in and out of sleep. I wake up with every twitch of her hand and every time my body had an urge to roll over, but I do get some sleep, and manage to let the angel beside me continue her slumber.


I Wear the Pants

After a long, mostly sleepless and yet wonderful night, April finally awakens. She slowly stretches her slender, naked body, still sprawled across my spread eagle body and her hand still resting on my penis. She nuzzles her face even closer to mine and kisses me on the neck and then licks my ear lobe. "Good morning slave", she whispers quietly, directly in my ear.

"Good morning my beautiful goddess", I replied as my horniness immediately begins to rise at the thought of her being awake, and of me still being completely at her mercy.

She smiles at me sweetly and then closes her eyes again. Then she squeezes and releases my penis, then traces her fingers around my balls and then up and across my stomach, all the while gazing at me seductively. "I suppose we should get up soon and start your punishment."

I had all but forgotten about the punishment she threatened due to my early orgasm. I had assumed she would have already punished me if she was going to. Last night was painful enough, and I don't even think she considered that to be punishment. "You're still going to punish me? What are you going to do?" I said nervously.

"Oh, don't think I'm going to spoil you, slave." She is starting to come to life now, getting out of bed as she speaks. "In fact, I'll have to throw in a little extra punishment since you forgot to call me goddess. As for what I'm going to do, that's really none of your business until I do it to you."

She goes into her closet and shuts the door behind her so I couldn't see in. I start to wonder what kind of things she has in there. After a while, she emerges, dressed in some oversized jeans and a form fitting top that exposed her very tone midriff, which is partially obscured by the armload of stuff she is carrying. She drops the items on the floor next to the bed. Then she reaches down and comes up with a wide leather strap with rings on it and a black box at the front of it with two electrodes that go through to the inside of the collar. Then she straps it around my neck. She buckles it quite snugly and secures it with a small padlock. "What are you doing now?" I ask with nervous excitement.

"Don't you question me", she says firmly. "What I'm doing is none of your business. You just do what I say!" She picks something up off the floor that looks a little like a remote control. She presses a button on it, and my throat is hit by a very unpleasant jolt which seems to course through my whole body. "This thing has a couple settings higher than that one, so you might want to get used to obeying me sooner than later."

I'm not sure how I will be able to do anything while strapped to the bed like I am, but I decided it is best not to ask. Then I see her pick up a pair of high heeled shoes. This excites me because I haven't seen her in high heeled shoes yet and the thought of it really turns me on. But then she starts putting it on my right foot and proceeds to secure the ankle strap.

"Hey there goddess...are you sure you want to put those on me?" I said, not sure I liked the idea of my manliness being taken away from me. "They would look a whole lot better on you, don't you think?"

"OK, looks like I need to train you in here. Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once." She finishes securing the first shoe and moves on to the other one as she starts her speech. Her voice is stern and confident, making me fully aware of her absolute authority over me. "From now on, I'm the one who wears the pants. I'm the one who tells you what to do. You will only do what I let you do. I'll do anything I want to do. Don't you question me. It's all about me now, so just do what I say. I don't care what you think. I don't care what you say." She clicks a padlock on the other shoe as she continues. "You will be at my beck and call. If anything needs to be done that I don't want to do, you'll do it. You won't disagree with anything I say or do. Whatever I say is right, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. If I ever make a mistake, it's your fault. I don't have to try to make you realize that this is how it is going to be. The pain will do that for me. I don't have to try anything for that matter. Trying is your department now. I'd ask if you understand, but I don't care if you do or not. But you had better care or you'll be one hurting unit."

I'm somewhat turned on and somewhat freaked out by her speech. She just made it very clear that this was going to be a completely one-sided relationship, at least until she lets me out. Then I tense up as she picks up the remote again and slowly moves her finger to a button as I watch. I brace for the jolt, but then I just hear a series of beeps coming from my neck. She smiles as I cringe from the expected but absent shock.

She picks up another contraption and I have no idea what it is. Then she starts to put it over my penis and attach it around my balls. The leather strap around my balls is still on there from the night before, and the device causes my ball sack to stretch out even further, making it rather uncomfortable, but not as unbearable as when weights were hanging on them. "Just so you know, this penis no longer belongs to you. Now it's mine. I'm putting this on it to keep you from touching my things." She clicks a lock in place, and now my penis is encased in a curved tube, which is now locked to my balls. My penis is straining against the tube trying futilely to become erect. I feel like saying something, but the thought of her being in complete control of me, including my...I mean her penis, is really turning me on. I hope she plays with her new penis often though.

"Since you came before I did last night, you won't have the opportunity for an orgasm until I've had at least 7 orgasms." So much for her playing with it often. "You'll need to figure out creative ways to make me orgasm without that penis, and I'll decide when you get the opportunity to try. If you make me have an orgasm without it being my idea, it doesn't count as one of the 7."

She walks over to the wall near the bed and pushes a switch. Immediately, a small door in the ceiling opens, and a chain slowly descends from the ceiling. She holds the switch until there is plenty of chain to reach the bed. Then she locks that to my nearest wrist cuff, and then she loosens the chains attaching me to the bed and unclips it. Then she goes to the other side of the bed and unclips my other hand. I flex my arm, happy to be able to move at least one arm as she moves back to the side of the bed where the ceiling chain still mostly inhibits the movement of my other arm. Then she reaches over and grabs my arm and brings it over to the other one and locks it to the ceiling chain as well. Now I'm a bit twisted since my legs are still tightly stretched to each side of the bed.

She releases my legs from the corners of the bed and then goes back to the switch on the wall. Without warning, she presses it and the chain slowly retracts, taking me with it. I nearly fall off the bed before I'm able to swing my legs to the floor. She continues to retract the chain until I'm directly beneath the opening in the ceiling and my arms are stretched tightly toward the ceiling. The high heels are a new feeling I've never experienced before. I could tell they were high quality shoes because they were pretty comfortable, but even so, I could immediately tell they wouldn't be comfortable for long. As I'm getting used to the sensation of the high heeled shoes, April forces my feet apart and then clips a chain to each ankle cuff, securing my legs to the floor about two feet apart from each other. Now I feel even more stretched out and quite helpless.

Suddenly, I'm surprised by a fairly loud and yet familiar buzzing noise. April is holding a pair of electric hair clippers. Before I even have a chance to wonder what she's going to do with them, she goes to work removing my leg hair starting at the ankle. I'm not thrilled with the fact that she was doing this, especially since it will be extremely embarrassing the next time I go to the gym, but as she shaves one side of my leg, she traces her fingers on the other side of my leg, and it feels incredible. I reasoned that I can always just work out at home until the hair grows back. But eventually she gets up to my balls and starts shaving them too. The nice feeling of her handling my equipment is somewhat cancelled out by the worry I have for my balls. After an uncomfortably long time working on my balls, she works her way up to my chest. She continues clipping nearly every part of my body but thankfully stopped before reaching my head.

Then every nerve ending comes alive as she systematically rubs a light layer of baby oil on my entire body. This takes several heavenly minutes, but then she starts again at my ankle with a disposable shaver. The baby oil makes it glide along quite nicely, which I'm relieved about, but once again, I'm very nervous when she shaves my balls. Eventually I'm completely hairless except for my head.

She unclips my ankles one at a time and slips some kind of clothing around my ankles. I'm so tightly stretched out that I can't see past my chest, so I can't tell what it is. Then she clips my ankle cuffs together and retracts the chain a little more.

As I stand there stretched out, naked and hairless, she slowly slides the clothing up my legs and around my waist. She spends a lot of time fastening it in the back. I wonder what she's up to since it's taking so long. Eventually, she starts tugging and the garment tightens up very snugly. It feels quite nice as it gradually tightens up from the bottom to the top. Then she does another round of tightening, and now it's uncomfortably tight. I thought it couldn't get any tighter, but then she does yet another round of tightening, seemingly pulling with all her might. Now I can barely breathe as she ties off the strings.

As I struggle to figure out how to breathe again, she attaches a padded bra around my chest, obviously made for cross dressers. My embarrassment rises, but the sensations almost make me want more. Then she brings another piece of clothing up from my ankles and starts to secure it around my waist with a zipper in the back. I can barely look down, but it appears to be a rather short frilly dress, possibly a French maid's outfit. I was already embarrassed with the high heeled shoes and shaved legs, but now my embarrassment is much worse. My cock doesn't seem to realize how embarrassing this is though because it is straining hard against the chastity device. Then she adds a wig, which she secures inside with some double sided tape. She turns me around so I can face a full length mirror on another wall. "Now don't you look pretty!" she teased. I looked in disbelief at the sight of myself. I actually had quite a nice hourglass figure, and the blond wig almost made it so I didn't see myself in the mirror at all. The French Maid outfit is a beautiful shiny black number with white lace. Ruffles underneath the extremely short skirt make the skirt poof out and tickled my bare ass with every movement. My legs are smooth and disturbingly feminine looking. I wish I was seeing April in this outfit instead.

Then she grabs a length of chain and locks that to one of the rings on my collar. Then she locks a second length of chain on the other side of the collar. She lowers the chain from the ceiling a little and this seems to increase the pressure from the corset even more. Then she locks each chain to the wrist cuff that is now just barely in reach.

She unclips my ankles from the floor and finally lowers the chain and unlocks my hands. At least now I'm able to bend my arms and have some range of motion, even though I'm not able to fully stretch them out due to the chains. I examine the collar with my fingers, and as I suspected, the padlock prevents it from being unbuckled. I'm actually having quite a good time, even though the outfit is incredibly embarrassing, and extremely constricting.

"OK, you've had your fun, goddess, but do you think I could put my own clothes back on?", I say with shallow breaths. As I said this, I noticed the jeans she was wearing looked a lot like mine. "Are those my pants?"

"You learn slowly", she says as she pushes the button on her remote again, giving me another unpleasant shock. "I wear the pants! You might want to remember--I don't care what you're saying; I don't care what you're thinking; I don't care about anything. It's all about me now, so you just do what I say!" Her attitude is both exciting and a bit scary.

"Yes goddess", I say in a somewhat defeated tone.

"OK, you can go ahead and have a bathroom break. It will be your last for a while." She directs me to the master bathroom and I awkwardly walk with the high heeled shoes. I get to the toilet and wonder how I'm going to manage the job. The chastity device has a hole in it for urination, and I determine I'll have to sit in order to avoid peeing all over the floor. The skirt is so short that it doesn't really get in the way at all, however the corset forces me to sit perfectly upright, making sitting very difficult. I manage though, but the pee doesn't come out easily, given my current state of arousal.

April comes into the bathroom and smiles at me. "Well aren't you just cute sitting there like a woman?" she teases. I'm too embarrassed to respond, and a little afraid of what a response may bring, so I just look at her with a sheepish grin.

I finally finish. As I struggle to get up, she takes a leather dog leash she's holding and connects it to one of the rings on the leather strap around my ball sack. She immediately starts walking, holding the end of the leash, and I quickly follow her as well as I can in my high heels as she leads me out of the bathroom. Then she approaches the door of the bedroom, and I slow down, which increases the tension on my balls, but as of yet, it's not completely unbearable. She notices the resistance and turns to look at me. I stand there, unwilling to leave the bedroom in this condition. What if someone were to see me?

"Hey you! Follow me!" she says firmly. "I take the lead."

"I can't go out there like this", I say firmly. Then I realized I forgot to call her goddess, which I hurriedly added since she now had a hold of my balls. "Goddess."

With a quick flip of her wrist, I was now in agonizing pain. Apparently the last minute "Goddess" addition wasn't enough to appease her. I instinctively try to reach down to protect my balls, but the chains holding my arms to my collar are too short for me to reach.

"Can't you see? You don't question me! You just do what I say!" After a brief moment for me to catch my breath, she increases the pressure on the leash. "Get ready, motherfucker, 'cause I'm on the scene!" Her blatant disregard for my well being almost makes me panic, but I still can't help but be turned on by it.

I unwillingly follow her out of the bedroom, down the hall and past numerous uncovered windows. The she leads me down the stairs and through the living room which had huge uncovered windows that overlooked a golf course. Despite my aversion, I press on, hoping to get this part of the journey over quickly.

We arrived at a utility room, and she drops the leash and starts to get out a vacuum cleaner, a mop and some other cleaning supplies. "Clean the entire house. You don't get to eat until it's been cleaned to my satisfaction. You'll vacuum, dust, and wash the floors, the dishes, counters, toilets, mirrors and windows. Come get me when you're done, but it had better be damn clean." As much as I detested it when my parents used to tell me what to do, this was quite a turn on. I'd always fantasized about being completely dominated by a gorgeous woman, and now it was happening, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"If I want something from you, I'll press the button that makes your collar beep. Drop whatever you're doing and come find me to see what I want. If you don't get there quickly enough, you'll get a shock. The shock intensity will increase until you find me. You got that?"

"Yes goddess", I said obediently, my voice nearly quivering. "Could you please take the leash off my balls, goddess?"

"No", she said simply. "OK, get on with it!" she said as she left the room.

I started examining the cleaning supplies and was trying to figure out what to clean first. I definitely didn't want to vacuum first because I would be exposed for the world to see in front of those huge windows. There were a lot of rooms in the house though, and I suspected most of them had curtains, so maybe that was still an option. "Bee-bee-beep", my collar chimed, interrupting my thoughts.

"Wow, that was soon", I said to myself. I start peering around corners to see if I can find April, but she isn't there. So I start searching the house room by room, moving slowly because of the high heels, and the leash that's still hanging from my balls and dragging on the floor. I have to be careful not to step on the leash or let it hook on anything. I'm exceedingly embarrassed because of my outfit, especially when there is no choice but to move past an uncovered window.

I search only part of the downstairs before the first shock pulses through my body. Thankfully it's less intense than the first one I had received. But there was a lot of house left to search, so I was starting to get worried. "Goddess!" I yelled. "Where are you?" I listened for a response and seconds later came another shock. This one was more like the one I received earlier. I start to panic and move faster, almost falling over as I try to navigate in my high heeled shoes. I continue my search and once again holler, but more loudly this time. "Goddess!! Where are you?" Another shock pulses through my neck. I felt like swearing, but was a bit too afraid to. "Goddess!" As I start up the stairs, I get the biggest shock yet. "Ahh!!" I yell. I continue my search upstairs, and I find April lying on the bed in her room watching TV.

"Slave, I dropped the remote. Pick it up." The TV's remote control is on the floor next to the bed. She could have easily picked it up herself with less effort than it took for her to summon me. Because of the chains, corset and the high heels, it is a major struggle to reach the remote, but eventually I'm able to pick it up and I hand it to her without a word. I'm quite annoyed, but I try my best not to show it. "Sit down on the bed slave."

I suddenly felt less annoyed, hoping that she wanted to play with her new penis. I sat down on the bed and started to turn back toward her. "Sit facing away from me", she commands. Then she sits up and puts a gag in front of my face and pulls it hard against my mouth and starts to buckle it. "That yelling is annoying. It's going to stop." I didn't open my mouth at first, and then I got another shock. I opened my mouth and she finished tightening the gag and secured it with a lock. "That should do it. Get back to work slave."

I went back to work, but it wasn't more than a half an hour and she summons me again. She is in the bedroom again, standing near the bathroom. "Slave, I need you to give me a bath. Fill the bath, and make sure it's nice and warm."

I like the sound of this, and immediately get right to work. When the tub is sufficiently filled, I look back to her.

"Undress me", she says calmly. I am only too happy to oblige. Removing my pants that she's wearing is a little difficult with my hands chained only a little more than a foot or so from my collar and with the corset restricting my movement. I have to get down on my knees to finish, but I am still enjoying this task very much. I finish removing the last of her clothing, and her completely naked body is before me. I've seen her naked before, but during sex. It is refreshing to get this good of a look at her perfect body. Then I offer my hand for balance as she steps into the tub and sits down.

"Wash me", she commands. I do as she asks, and she doesn't make even the slightest effort to lift any limb that I try to wash. I very much enjoy soaping up her body. I even wash her hair, trying not to let the padlocks on my wrist cuffs bang into her head. As I wash her legs and feet, I have to bend over till my head is nearly in the water because of the short chains tethering my wrists. Still, this was the most exciting cleaning chore yet. I try to fondle her nipples and vagina a little as I clean them, hoping she might want to have sex despite my penis's seven orgasm detention, but she just looks at me and smiles, barely moving a muscle.

I finish rinsing off the last of the soap and I lean back to admire the beautiful body I just had the privilege of washing from head to toe.

"OK, slave, you can get back to your cleaning now", she says, still relaxing in the tub. I am disappointed, but I know I don't have a choice.

Just after I get downstairs, she summons me again, this time asking for a book. Only a few minutes after getting back from that task, she tells me to bring her a drink. At least this time I know where she is. All the walking in those high heeled shoes is really making my feet hurt.

About 15 minutes later, I'm summoned again and this time to help her out of the tub and dry her. Then she instructs me to dress her in an outfit she had already picked out and left on the bed. She traded my pants for a short, snug fitting leather skirt, and another sexy top. She had a pair of high heeled boots ready for me to put on her too, which snuggly hugged her calf and extended beyond her knee, but were still well below the very short skirt. I was all too happy not to be the only one wearing high heels. Since I hadn't had breakfast yet, I'm hungry, however as I look at how hot she looks in that outfit, I realize that my penis is far hungrier than my stomach. Soon my eyes' feast is cut short as she orders me to get back to cleaning. As I turn to leave, she snaps me hard on the rear with her wet towel, laughing as I jump from the unexpected pain and shriek through my gag. "Get back to work slave!" she says teasingly as she snaps me once again. I hurry out the door, hoping to avoid another snap.

I cleaned almost continuously for the rest of the morning, which was quite difficult given the high heels, the leash from my balls dragging on the floor, the restrictive corset, the limited mobility of my hands, and April's frequent interruptions to attend to her silly demands. Her interruptions weren't entirely unwelcomed though since that gave me the opportunity to see her in that hot outfit. I got a little better at searching for her, but occasionally she would be somewhere I wasn't expecting, which resulted in a lot of shocks. And more than once, my leash would wrap around the corner or hook slightly on the carpet, yielding more than a little pain. There was only one time when I was lucky enough to find her before being shocked at all. I had worked up quite a hunger by lunchtime, but I was far from done cleaning the huge house. Then my collar beeped again, so I immediately started the hunt again.

When I finally find April, she says, "Time for lunch!" I'm quite excited about the prospect of getting the gag out of my mouth and eating, although I hope she won't inspect the house until after we eat, since I'm not even close to being done and I really want to eat now. "Make me something good." I should have expected that I would be making lunch, but nevertheless, it came as an unpleasant surprise.

I am not a cook, so I go into the kitchen to look for some prepackaged food that I can heat up. I find a large can of beef stew, which I think should be plenty good, especially as hungry as I am. I just hope she doesn't eat too much so there will be enough to quench my considerable hunger. I find a can opener and a pan and heat it up. Then I get a couple bowls and spoons and set the table. I even fill a couple glasses of water and set them by the bowls. Then I eagerly go to find April.

I find her in the bedroom. I try to mumble that lunch is ready. Somehow, she understands. "Bring it to me", she said. I'm immediately a little disappointed that she won't see that I set the table, but I go back downstairs, fill the bowls with the soup, and bring them back to her room.

"What's this? I said to make me something good. You didn't even try!" I prepare for another shock as I realize she was right. I didn't try very hard. But she didn't shock me, at least not yet. "Come over here", she said as she walks to a corner of her room. There on the floor is a large dog crate. It is a sturdy wire cage that can be collapsed for storage or transporting, but there are padlocks on it on the top where it normally could fold in. Obviously this was for me since the locks wouldn't be necessary to hold a dog, and I hadn't seen a dog yet. Then she unlocks my hands from the chains on my collar.

"Get in", she tells me. I hesitate, but then crawl in, head first, hoping to avoid a shock. When I'm in, she grabs the leather ankle cuff on my left leg and then padlocks it to the side of the cage. Then she locks the other ankle cuff to the other side of the cage. I'm still on my hands and knees, and now there is little chance of changing position. It does feel good to get off my feet; although I have a feeling that comfort will be short lived as my knees are already a little uncomfortable.

"Give me your hand", she commands. I steady myself on my right and offer her my left hand by raising it up behind my back. Then she grabs my hand and firmly pulls it up to the ceiling of the cage and padlocks the wrist cuff to one of the thick wire rungs of the cage ceiling. "Now your other hand", she commands. I pause as I try to figure out how to comply. A few seconds go by and then a nasty shock courses through my neck. I lower myself down until I'm supported by the hand that's locked behind my back to the ceiling of the cage, and reach my right hand back to her. She grabs my hand and forcefully pulls it up to the ceiling and locks it there. Now my head is fairly near the floor of the cage, but I can pull it up a little if I pull down on my arms that are now somewhat painfully pulled behind my back toward the top of the cage. Then she moves around to the front of the cage, and reaches through with her fingers and grabs the chains that are still attached to my collar. She pulls them tight and locks them to the front of the cage. I'm not able to move at all now. Then she puts a bowl of the stew in front of the cage. It smells really good and makes me all the more hungry. "Here's your lunch", she teases, knowing full well it's impossible for me to get to. "Enjoy!"

She moves behind me again and reaches in and tickles my balls for a moment. "Now you're in...you can't get out", her voice teased as her fingers continue to tease my balls. Despite the obviousness of her statement, it did make think about just how confined I was. She takes the leash that's still attached to my balls and pulls it snugly over the door as she shuts the door to the cage on it. She latches the door and attaches a couple more padlocks to further secure it. Although this was totally unnecessary, it did make me feel even more trapped. Now I'm very horny, hungry and helpless.

"Since you didn't make me anything proper, I'm going out to eat. It will be a nice sit-down restaurant, so it will be at least an hour and probably closer to two. I'm not about to hurry." I grunt in disapproval, but she ignores it. "Enjoy your break. You'll go back to your cleaning when I get back."

At first I think there's no way she would leave me in this predicament for that long, but then I remembered last night and realized she was more than capable of doing that. I listen as she exits the room, and eventually I hear the door slam downstairs. All I can do now is wait and think about my hunger as I smell the food that is only inches from my nose and yet completely out of reach. As I wait, I begin to wonder if I will ever be free again. Then I think of the orgasm the night before, and wonder if I will ever really want to be free again.

I struggle against my bonds. Even though the cage flexes slightly, there is no hope of escape. Eventually, I stop struggling and become one with the cage. I look around for the clock that I know is in the room, but the clock is far from view since I can barely move my head. But I can tell that time is moving very slowly. I drift in and out of a trans-like state, and occasionally struggle to find comfort, but I am still hungry and horny as hell, and there is absolutely no way to get comfortable. I sure hope there will be sex before the day is over despite her threats to the contrary.

After what seemed like at least four hours of this uncomfortable captivity, I start to think something must have happened to April. I start to panic at the thought of never getting out of this. I struggle earnestly with all my strength, but I don't have that much strength left. After several minutes, it is very clear that escape is absolutely hopeless. Her house is on quite a bit of land too, so her neighbors probably wouldn't be able to hear my screams even if I wasn't gagged. I collapse from exhaustion even though my body barely moves. The plastic tray on the bottom of the cage is now slippery from the sweat that accumulated there.

As I sit motionless, wondering if this is how my dead body will be found, I hear something. Suddenly I'm filled with hope again. My penis, which had finally stopped straining against the chastity device once again tried unsuccessfully to become erect as I remember the tickling my balls received before April left. I wait, hoping she'll arrive in the room any second, but nothing. I do continue to hear slight noises from downstairs though. I start to fear that she doesn't know what kind of distress I'm in, so I try my best to yell through my gag. Several minutes passed and still no April. Then without warning, I hear her behind me.

"Lunch was good. I think you would have liked it. I did bring home a doggy bag though." She comes around to the front of the crate and shows me the food she brought. It's lasagna, and the delicious aroma reminds me of just how hungry I still am. "It smells good, doesn't it?" I grunt in agreement, although I have little energy for enthusiasm. Then she picks up the bowl of stew that's still sitting in front of the crate. "Oh, I see you're not hungry though. I'll just put this in the fridge for you then." She takes the food and leaves the room, taking my hope for release with her as I'm once again alone and hopelessly trapped.

Soon my excitement rises again as she returns in only a few minutes. "I'm stuffed. I'm going to take a little nap now. I'll let you get back to your cleaning after that."

I start to panic inside a bit, but I'm not able to move or put up enough of a fuss even to signal just how badly I need out. I hear April get on the bed, and then there's silence again. Despite the fact that I'm still hopelessly trapped and uncomfortable, I'm happy that April is OK, and I'll eventually get out. I try to relax, but it's not easy.

After another eternity, April gets out of bed. "OK, that's enough of a break for you. Time to get your cute little ass back to work." She unlocks the door to the cage, and then unlocks the wrist restraints from the top of the cage. My arms fall by my side and my face is now pressed to the floor by my body weight. I try to move my arms, but they're not willing. Then she unlocks my ankles from the cage. Finally, she unlocks the chain holding my neck restraint to the front of the cage. I'm free now, but I'm so exhausted, I can barely move.

"Get out!" she commands. I try to get up, but I'm very slow. Then I lurch suddenly as a shock goes through my body. It's the most potent shock I've had yet, probably because of all the sweat that's improving the contact of the electrodes. I get a burst of adrenaline as I try to hurry out before I earn another shock. Once I am out of the cage, the feeling of freedom energizes me enough that I can pull myself to a standing position, and my arms enjoy freedom for the first time since yesterday. Now I can see the clock, and I'm surprised to see that the entire time I was imprisoned in the cage was just a little over two hours. It seemed like it was most of the day.

April relocks each of my arms to the chains attached to my neck collar. "Get back to work slave!" she says with a sly smile, and then lifts the back of my skirt and gives a hard slap on my bare ass.

As soon as I get to the kitchen, I get a glass, and do my best to have a drink of water through my gag. It doesn't work well, but it does quench my thirst a little. I get back to my cleaning tasks, and find it almost enjoyable after being nearly motionless for so long. However I've been putting off some of the more embarrassing tasks that would put me at risk of being exposed to the public, like washing windows. That was next.

I started washing windows in the kitchen, where I would be least likely to be seen from outside. When I finished, I notice a nearby door with a window that led to a secluded area in the back, and I started to wash that one next. There was a smudge on the outside of the door, so I tried to open the door to wash the other side of the window, but it was dead-bolted. As I reached for the dead-bolt, I realized that it had to be unlocked with a key. I had never noticed this because they had always been unlocked before. I looked around to see if April was around, and she didn't appear to be, so I quickly scouted out the rest of the outside doors. They all had the same kind of locks and a quick test proved that they were also locked. Even the patio doors and windows had interesting locks with a key slot. I contemplate this for a moment. Obviously I was trapped enough just by my ridiculous attire, but even if I did want to deal with the embarrassment, there was no way out. I know beyond a doubt that April is very kinky, but now I'm starting to wonder just how kinky. My stomach rumbles from hunger, and I decide I'd better put it out of my mind for the moment and get back to work so I can eventually eat. On the plus side, at least I know now that I only have to wash the inside of the windows.

I try to wash as much of the windows as I can from the side, however there's a huge decorative mirror in the room that makes this action slightly pointless. I do like to look at the mirror and imagine April standing there instead of me though. Eventually, I have to do parts of the window that I can't reach from the side, and I have no choice but to expose myself to people on the golf course. I try to make sure nobody is in view before I do this, but on more than one occasion, I spotted someone on the golf course and hoped they didn't spot me. Even though I did rather convincingly look like a woman, I know a woman dressed like this would attract a lot of attention.

After a few windows were done, I desperately needed a break after my exhausting time in the cage. I look around to make sure April isn't around, and then I sit down on the couch. I lingered just a bit too long though, and I get the worst jolt from my collar yet. "No sitting down on the job!" April yells loudly as she enters the room.

I get up and continue with the windows, but now April is monitoring me closely, and despite my exhaustion, I don't dare attempt another break. But I'm moving slowly. Once again another shock courses through my body. "Keep moving slave!" April says cruelly.

Eventually, I finished cleaning, and stand in front of April and motion to the house, hoping she understands the message that I am finished.

"Are you done?" she asks. I nod in agreement. "Well, let's take a look then."

April proceeds to examine the entire house and finds numerous problems, and orders me to redo them. I have no energy for it, but I just want to be done, so I do as she demands. After repeating that cycle a few times, eventually, she is satisfied.

Then April has me come up to the bedroom and unlocks my hands from the chains and removes the wrist cuffs. "OK slave, hands behind your back." Then she puts a leather arm binder on me and buckles a couple straps from it around my elbows to secure it while she laces it up. It feels ever more restrictive as she tightens the laces. Once she finishes lacing, she makes sure the straps are a bit more snug. It feels quite nice having my arms straight again, however I'm not sure how I will be able to eat now, and I am desperately hungry.

"Follow me", she said, picking up the leash that was still dangling from between my legs. The painful memory of this morning's correction forced me to follow without hesitation.

She leads me to the kitchen, and then she pulls out a chair at the table and tells me to sit. It feels really good to finally be able to relax, even if I am forced completely upright by the arm binder and corset. She microwaves the food she got from the restaurant and then comes back to the table and starts eating it in front of me. All I can do is stare longingly at the food.

Fortunately, April doesn't eat much. Then she produces some keys from around her neck and unlocks the gag and removes it. I quickly choke down the extra saliva that's accumulated so I don't drool on the table. Even though I'm finally free to speak, I decide not to. I don't want to say anything to jeopardize my supper. Then she feeds me what's left of the lasagna, all the while smiling sweetly and occasionally talking to me as though she were feeding a toddler. Every now and then, she offers me some water as well. It feels good to finally have some food in me again, and it's also nice that she is tending to me now instead of me tending to her. Her refreshingly sweet demeanor is making my cock throb as it tries unsuccessfully to burst from its cage.

When the lasagna is gone, April puts a leather hood on me, and buckles a blindfold and leather gag tightly onto the hood. The gag is more comfortable than the ball gag, and while the leather hood completely blocks out all light, some sound, and makes me feel very helpless, it is rather comfortable. Then she tells me to get up. I get up quickly and then I feel a slight tug on my balls from the leash. I follow her as well as I can, although my course is frequently adjusted with a slight tug on my balls. She takes me to the bathroom and I sit down for some much needed relief. When I'm done, she continues leading me by my balls. Then she stops.

"Lay down", April commands. This sounds easier than it is since my arms are completely useless, as tightly bound behind my back as they are. I'm able to lower myself to my knees and then I pretty much have to fall down from there. Fortunately the carpeting is quite plush. April then padlocks my ankle cuffs together and then rolls me from my side onto my belly. She then buckles a wide leather strap around my thighs, binding my legs tightly together. She pulls my ankle cuffs up to my arm binder and locks them to a ring at the end of the arm binder. I'm now securely hog tied.

"I see your ticklish spots! I can't pass that up!"

Earlier in the week, April asked where I was most ticklish. I had confessed that it was the sides of my belly. She immediately had to test me, quickly tickling both my sides at once as I erupted with a girlish shriek and quickly moved my arms to protect my sides as I jumped back at the same time. She chased me, for a couple minutes, occasionally sneaking past my defenses. She finally gave up, but vowed that one day she would tickle me mercilessly and there would be nothing I could do about it. Now my arms were tightly laced together behind my back, and my legs were useless, so I knew that time was now.

I immediately start to squirm even before she touches me, but it does no good since I can barely move at all. Then she starts her attack, and I shriek from beneath the hood between the fits of laughter, and I plead through my gag as I struggle to breathe. I hoped the corset would minimize the effects, but since it was so tightly bound, I think it might be making the tickling sensation more potent. I instinctively try with all my might to move my arms to protect my sides, but they're useless to me now. She laughs almost as hard as me as she continues the torment. "I told you I would get you!" she taunts. Although I'm not able to move much at all, my sides are moving like a belly dancer's as I try in vain to avoid the onslaught. The torment continues and eventually I become too exhausted to move. At this point, although my sides are still incredibly sensitive, it becomes extremely pleasurable, and my muffled laughter turns to moans of pleasure. If it wasn't for the chastity device limiting the sensation on my penis, I would erupt into a mind blowing orgasm. April continues to tickle me, but now it's no longer an act of torture but an act of kindness.

Eventually, April stops and I hear her put in a movie. I'm somewhat uncomfortable on my belly, so I try to roll back onto my side, but I'm not able to move enough of my body to roll over. Then April moves to the couch and rests her feet on my arm binder just above my elbows. Even though her heels dig into my back a little, I enjoy having contact with her. I can hear the movie a little bit, but I can't see anything, so it's difficult to follow, but at least it's something to occupy my mind. And it feels very good to be doing nothing, even if I am so tightly bound and a little uncomfortable.

I lay there for the entire movie, anxiously awaiting my freedom. Then April moves her feet off me and stands up. "Well, I'm going to go to bed now. You can let yourself out. However, if you're still here tomorrow morning, I'm going to assume you want to be my slave forever. Good night!"

I try to reason with her through my gag, but she continues to leave the room without another word.

Part of me wants my freedom back. The other part of me doesn't want this to end. I struggle with all my might against my bonds, but there is absolutely no way out. I can't even roll over. It looks like the part of me that doesn't want this to end is going to get its way.


Keep Holding On

Thanks to my exhaustion, I do get some sleep. I wake up every time I have the urge to roll over, but I seem to fall asleep again rather quickly. Despite being tied so securely, I'm relatively comfortable, at least compared to some of the positions I've been in recently. But eventually I wake up and am unable to get back to sleep. My arms and legs are rather numb and I could really use a good stretch. My world is still pitch-black thanks to the hood, so I have no idea how much longer I'll be here. With nothing else to do, I squirm to see if I can get enough blood flow to my extremities so they're not so numb. It doesn't work very well.

A long time passes before I finally hear April's footsteps. "You're still here!" She tries to sound surprised, but I know she's not. "I'm glad you've made your decision."

I think about trying to talk to her through the gag, but I'm pretty sure nothing I could say would make any difference anyway. This is not a choice she left up to me. Besides, thinking I might never be free again is really turning me on. But it's not like this will last forever anyway. It's Sunday today, so tomorrow I'll have to go back to work again, and even if she was crazy enough to keep me locked up forever, I had bragged about her to practically everyone at work that I came in contact with, so they would certainly track her down if I disappeared. So it might be a long day, but I'll feel more free at work tomorrow than I ever have before. I start to wonder if she'll actually send me to work wearing the chastity device though. She said she would have to have seven orgasms before I'd get to have an orgasm, and she hadn't even let me give her one yet. And she had to know I would masturbate at the first opportunity, as horny as I am. So I suspect she won't remove it. I really hope nobody at work notices.

I hear some keys jingle gently as April starts to unlock my ankles from the arm binder. It feels incredible when I'm finally able to stretch my legs again. Then she unbuckles the strap from around my thighs. Even though my legs are still tingling with numbness, it feels really good to have them free. I'm finally able to produce enough motion to roll to my side, and the change of position is nice, although not entirely comfortable. Then she helps me up to my feet, which even with her help is quite difficult since my arms are completely encased in an arm binder, I'm still locked into high heeled shoes, and I'm a little disoriented since I'm completely sightless in the hood. I start to feel a little less disoriented after standing for a few seconds and my blood starts to circulate a little better.

I feel her give a light tug on the leash that is still attached to my balls. "Time to go for a little walk there Fido!" I really hoped that didn't mean she was going to parade around with me outside. After some very cautious walking in whatever direction she tugged, I eventually bump into something, and she tells me to step up onto it. After I do, I can tell from the sound of it, that I am stepping into a shower stall. I breathe a sigh of relief that we aren't going outside. She then locks a pair of metal ankle cuffs on me, and then starts to remove the leather ankle cuffs. Then she unbuckles the arm binder and starts to unlace it, and I can't help but feel a little bit bummed that she's taking it off. Still, it's going to feel great having use of my arms again. And it looks like I'm not going to be completely free just yet, anyway.

Once I'm free of the arm binder, she immediately cuffs my hands in front of me with metal cuffs. Seconds later, my hands are being pulled above my head. I start to get a little nervous though since my wrists still hurt from the first time she did that. Fortunately, she didn't pull it quite as tightly as that first time. But then she unlocks the high heeled shoes and instructs me to step out of them, and suddenly my calves have to do a bit of work to keep my wrists comfortable. Still, it's bearable. She removes the French Maid outfit and I obediently step out of it as she moves it past my feet. She removes the padded bra and pulls it up past my hands. She removes the leather strap from my balls, which is quite a relief. Then she begins untying the corset and suddenly it feels very strange to no longer be tightly encased in it. She removes the corset completely and now I'm naked except for my hood.

Without warning, I'm hit with a flood of ice cold water as April hoses me off with a hand held shower nozzle. I scream through the leather gag and futilely twist my body to try to avoid the onslaught. The hood sucks to my face as I gasp for air and violently try to pull my hands free of the metal cuffs that keep me stretched out and vulnerable. "Don't be such a pussy!" she says without any concern for my discomfort. She continues to shower me with ice cold water as she soaps my writhing body, which after a while starts uncontrollably shivering. Then the water turns quite warm and I'm finally able to relax as the nearly too hot water flows over my body and removes the suds. Then she puts the shower head into a holder so it's still hitting my back, and then removes my hood. My eyes are hard to open and a little blurry at first as my eyes adjust to the light. She takes the shower head off of its holder, rinses my hair and then washes it with shampoo. She takes some of the suds off my head and uses them to wash my balls with one hand as she massages my head with the other hand. This instantly gets me very horny, and my cock presses hopelessly against the chastity device. As frustrated as I am, I'm still very grateful for the attention. I look longingly at April, who's completely naked. There's nothing I want more in the world than for her to be on top of me now with my penis inside of her.

After several minutes of much needed but fruitless attention, she stands on a chair and finishes soaping up my arms, neck and face, and then rinses off the soap, and rinses the shampoo out of my hair. She then shaves any part of my body that she couldn't get to before because of the leather cuffs. Then she gets a towel and dries me off. When she's finished, she turns a crank next to the shower, which lowers the chain that holds my handcuffs to the ceiling. This allows my arms to drop about to chest level. I look down at my feet and notice that my ankle cuffs are locked to a large eye bolt embedded near the shower drain. I'm amazed at how prepared April is for keeping me captive.

She unlocks the handcuffs from the chain, and unlocks the cuff from my right wrist. "Hands behind your back", she commands. For a moment, I consider my options, but I realize I'm not going anywhere locked to the floor like I was, and I'm sure there would be painful consequences for disobedience, so I comply with barely a pause. As the cuff is once again snapped onto my right wrist, I start to wonder if I really will be going to work tomorrow. She certainly has the ability to keep me locked up as long as she wants, whether I'm willing or not. I look up and down at her naked perfection and decide not to worry about such things. She bends down and unlocks the ankle cuffs from the eye bolt on the floor. She leaves the ankle cuffs on, which have roughly a one foot chain between them, so walking is possible, but running is out of the question.

"OK, I'd like an orgasm now", she says as she smiles at me and then leans in for a kiss, which turns into a playful bite on my upper lip. She pulls my lip lightly with her teeth until it pops out of her mouth. Then she turns around and walks up to her bedroom. I eagerly follow her, feeling much less self conscious fully naked than I had before wearing the French maid costume and high heels. Since the cuffs are limiting me to short steps, I have to step quickly to keep up.

I follow April to her bedroom, and she lies down on the bed. I anxiously survey the situation to determine how best to give her an orgasm given my current situation. I wasn't going to be able to do much with my hands, since they were locked behind my back, so I move in and start to lick up her inner thigh toward her waiting pussy. I could tell from her breathing, she was already getting turned on, so I figured this would be pretty easy. I start to lick her clitoris and she moans with delight. But she fights her natural urge and moves away from my tongue. I follow her, and once I get a good start again, she once again moves away. This may not be as easy as I thought. This little game of cat and mouse, or rather pussy and tongue, continues until she can no longer resist. Her breathing continues to quicken, and eventually she erupts into screams of pleasure. I continue though, hoping to bring her to multiple orgasms, so I could hopefully get my shot at orgasm that much quicker. I didn't stop until she came twice more.

"Did you like that my goddess?" I ask, already knowing her answer.

"Oh ya! You've done well slave. Only six more to go before you get your turn again."

"But goddess, I thought for sure you came three times though, didn't you?"

"I did, but I only asked for one orgasm, so the others don't count toward your seven. I did very much appreciate the others though. As a reward, I'm going to let you have a look in my closet. I could tell you were curious."

I was disappointed that there were still six more of her orgasms to go before I would get one, but I was very intrigued about just how many more kinky things were in her closet.

"First, let's get you back into this." She starts fastening the leather strap to my balls again. "I don't want you freaking out and trying to leave." Then she hooks the leash onto it. Her comment about freaking out makes my pulse quicken.

She gets up and moves to her closet, and I follow her, making sure there is plenty of slack in the leash. When she opens the closet, what I see makes my jaw drop. I knew it was a walk-in closet because of the type of door, but I had no idea it was so large, and there was enough kinky items to start a bondage store. Hooks in the walls were adorned with lots of various sized chains and restraints, as well as ball gags, and harnesses of all varieties. There was a lot of bondage furniture as well, some of which I couldn't even imagine how it was used. Others I had seen on bondage sites on the web that I'd visited. The walls and the ceiling had numerous places where chains could be locked. I had no idea April was this kinky. I had no idea anyone was this kinky. I look at April, and she gives me a sly smile. "I'm going to let you do everything ...again and again." My heart jumps into my throat as I think about how long it would take to try all of these things once, let alone again and again.

"How about we start with this..." April leads me to something that looks a little like a chair, but there is a block of wood about 2 inches thick at neck height with a hole in it about the size of my neck, although it looked a bit too small for my neck. She slid a piece out of it which made it look more like a slot that a hole, and it looked like it was made for someone's neck to slide into, and the other piece would secure it. Then she unlocks and removes my leg cuffs and grabs a ball gag harness off of a rack. She kisses me and then puts the ball gag in my mouth, which I accept without protest, although I'm not sure why, and she wraps the straps over and around my head and under my chin, then buckles them tightly. I can't even open my mouth any wider, and this new sensation excites me.

"Sit down here" she said, guiding my legs around a piece in the front of the chair that had an odd shaped hole that was wider on the top than on the bottom. I have to lean back until I'm sitting because the piece at neck height is in my way. But once I'm sitting, April guides my neck into the slot, and I'm surprised that it fits, although barely. She replaces the piece that goes behind my head, which she locks this in place with a couple pins that she secures with padlocks. I'm suddenly feeling very trapped with my head completely immobilized, even though my legs are free yet. She slides the leash through the odd shaped hole in the front of the chair, and pulls it until my penis and balls are guided through the hole. Then she loosens a couple of wing nuts that allows another piece to come down around the base of my penis and then retightens the wing nuts. This closes the opening until it's only the size of my shaft, so my balls can no longer pull back through. So now my legs are still free, but my penis and balls are now securely trapped, so even fidgeting is out of the question now. Then she locks some leather cuffs onto my ankles, and locks each one to opposite sides of the chair. Now I can't move at all. Since my head is completely trapped by the a horizontal block of wood at neck height, it's impossible to look down, and my remaining vision is partially obscured by the straps of the gag harness, but I can still survey much of the large assortment of bondage devices that are located higher in the closet.

I thought there was no more April could do to further limit my mobility, since the only thing I could move at all was my arms, but they were securely handcuffed behind my back. But then April locks a chain to my handcuffs and locks the chain to a ring on the back of the chair, being careful to remove all the slack. Now I'm completely immobilized. My breathing is fast now as I contemplate just how captured I am. Even if someone came to rescue me, they wouldn't be able to get me out without keys, or at least a bolt cutter.

"I need to take care of something" April says as she leaves the closet, and I hear her pick up the phone and dial. After a short pause, I hear her say my boss's name, which I'm surprised she remembers. She tells him that she is my girlfriend. Her voice gets progressively louder and louder. "He wants me to tell you that he quits. He thinks you're a worthless piece of shit, and he's not going to be your bitch anymore! So suck it!" Then she forcefully hangs up the phone. She sounded very convincing.

I think about what I've just heard and it takes a bit to sink in, but then the magnitude of it makes my heart start to race. Even if I could get free, I wouldn't be able to get into his voice mail to erase the message. And it was very unlikely anyone would ever come looking for me now. April comes back into the closet and leans down toward my ear. "You're my bitch now!" she says with conviction. "I'm going to let you get used to this chair while I go to your apartment. I'm going to take whatever I want and throw out whatever I don't want. The landlord will get the idea that you skipped out when he doesn't get his rent and he sees an empty apartment."

"I suppose you're maybe wondering why I have so many kinky things." I wasn't able to tell her that the thought certainly crossed my mind. "I gave my last boyfriend the same choice I gave you, and he agreed, just like you. I think he really liked it at first, but eventually it got to be too much for him and he started looking for ways to escape. I kept him for a long time, but one day I got careless and he got away. Thankfully he must have been too embarrassed to try to go to the police or anything. And after all, it was his choice, just like this is your choice. But don't worry. I've learned a lot since then, so there won't be any chance that you'll be able to escape. I'm never going to leave it up to trust, even if I really do trust you. That's what went wrong last time. You won't leave, and you'll make me happy or there will be a lot of pain. Just remember, that I always get what I want, no matter what."

I struggle to get free as I contemplate what this means, but there's no way. I really like April, and I like being her slave, but I'm not sure how much more I can take. And yet, I don't have a choice but to take everything she dishes out.

"Remember when I said I would decide when this would end? I've already decided. It won't. You're mine forever now."