Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can't be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! --Erik


It's early afternoon on Saturday when Claire's phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik's text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek.

"You are mine for the rest of the weekend. When you get home, you will immediately go shower and shave yourself completely then put on the blindfold and lay down on the bed until I get there." Short and direct. She wonders what he has planned for her this time considering he had all day home alone to plot while she was at work.

When she comes in the front door a little after six o'clock she expects him to be waiting for her, but instead the house is empty and silent even though his truck is parked in the driveway. She considers looking for him, but decides it is probably better for her to just head right to the shower. Better to not start off on the wrong foot or it could be a long weekend.

Erik's punishments for her not following directions are not harsh, but they push her beyond her comfort zone. The man is both devious and inventive which always keeps Claire guessing. He can break her down to a quivering heap without making a mark on her beautiful skin. She's learning from him though and when they switch she is getting better and better at throwing him a curve ball now and then. She enjoys having him as her helpless Pet as much as she enjoys having him as her cunning Master.

She enjoys the steamy water cascading down her body in the master bathroom as she puts another boring workweek behind her. Finally refreshed, she reaches for her razor and sets into her task of removing the stubble that had popped up in the week since she had shaved her pussy completely and parked it on Erik's face a few times while he was restrained. The oral she forced out of him had been well worth the effort of shaving. She is sure whatever he has planned for the next two days will be worth touching it up now.

After he hears Claire's car door from the backyard Erik waits about ten minutes before slipping into the house and listening for the shower.

Once Claire is satisfied that Erik will be happy with the work she did with the razor, she steps out of the steamy shower and pats herself dry as the soft, oversized towel glides over her soft skin, hugging every gentle curve. She imagines that it is Erik's sturdy; calloused hands on her skin instead of fuzzy cotton caressing her. Soon enough, she's sure of that much.

Finally dry, Claire steps out into the bedroom, picks up the silky blindfold and slips it on. Even with the blindfold on, she knows he's coming when she sees his shape slip through the door where the blindfold doesn't quite match the contour of her beautiful face. Erik says nothing as he sits down next to her naked body.

"Well hello there Master," Claire crooned as she felt the mattress sag next to her.

"I don't remember telling you to talk," Erik said flatly as he reached down and clenched a lifeless nipple with each hand. By the time he lets go, his plaything was sitting straight up in bed and both her nipples stuck out as if they remembered his grasp. Erik smiles at their gesture of submission. Where the nipples go, the woman will follow.

Erik picks up a jumble of cuffs from the floor and lovingly wraps the sturdy leather bands around each wrist and ankle. Claire gasps at the first feel of it, knowing that it more than symbolically indicates the end of her freedom. She is now his plaything.

He guides her off the mattress and stands her at the foot of the bed, facing the pillow.

"Spread your legs," Erik commands. Claire dutifully complies as her Master clips each cuff to opposite legs of the queen bed. Next, he does the same with her wrists, forcing Claire to bend at the waist and plant her face into the sheets with her firm, round ass taking center stage hovering tantalizingly at fucking height.

Erik started to warm her up with a couple of swats with his hand, leaving just a hint of pink where he stung her flesh. Next, Claire felt Erik's finger pushing into her snatch to feel her wetness. Just as she thought he might get her off, his touch left her wanting more. Instead, she heard the snap of the top on the lube bottle and began to dread what it meant.

Erik spread her ass cheeks and began to probe into her tight pink crevice, first one finger, then two before Claire felt the tip of a plug slipping into her ass.

"I know you just showered," Erik told her, "but we still need to do a little cleaning before you're fit to serve me my dear helpless plaything."

Suddenly Claire felt a gush of warmth spreading inside her and a mild panic hit her as she began to grasp that she was in the midst of receiving an enema. Erik smiled as the realization hit her. The futile wriggling it produced pleased him.

Once she was full, Erik watched her squirm for a minute before asking her if she was ready to earn an end to the pressure inside her.

"Yes Master, please," she pleaded blindly from behind her mask. "I can't hold it anymore."

"You don't have to, this handy little plug will hold it for you, until I deem it worthwhile to let you go my toy," Erik responded coldly. Her damsel in distress act wouldn't get her anywhere tonight. Or tomorrow.

She felt his weight settle on the bed as his hands combed their way through her long damp auburn hair. With a firm grip Erik lifts her head a few inches and slips his straining cock under her face. His legs embrace her and his ankles cross in the small of her back. As Erik lowers her head back down with her pouty lips encircling his shaft, he explains her situation.

"You, my little plaything, will get release when I get release and you will swallow each drop or else you can count on being here a long while. Do you understand me?"

A muffled "Uhhm hmm" was her only response as she went to work with her tongue. Claire bobbed methodically up and down on his manhood, unable to even lift her head high enough to stop her impalement.

Claire's struggle to blow him turns Erik on immensely and after a few minutes, she feels his body stiffen below her and steels herself to receive his load. She gags a little as his hot cum pounds into the back of her throat, but she labors to keep it all in to avoid prolonging her ordeal.

"Good girl," Erik praises as he lifts her head and slips back out from under her and removes the blindfold. "I think you've earned a bit of a reprieve from your current situation.

"Thank you," Claire responds gratefully as Erik releases the clips holding her ankles wide open. Claire immediately brings her legs together trying to relieve the pressure inside her, but it does no good.

"It's just such a shame though that after all your hard work, you had to go and not address me properly when you thank me for freeing your legs. For that, you're going to get ten spankings before I finish releasing you," Erik chastises her.

That's not so bad, Claire thinks to herself. At least she'll be able to go and release the pressure that has been building inside her for the last fifteen minutes as she wiggled around trying to find relief in movement.

"I think one spank a minute will do the job nicely," Erik says tauntingly. "I'm going to go get a beer so I can have a drink while I watch you dance the next ten minutes away."

"Ugh, evil bastard," she mumbles to herself after Erik leaves the room. She wouldn't choose this for herself, but overall she finds being at his mercy erotic and a good stress reliever. She certainly wasn't thinking of work since she got home.

She heard Erik enter the room again and open his beer. He consulted his watch and laid a red stripe on her ass with his right hand.

"One. Thank you Master, may I have another?" came Claire's dutiful reply to the sting.

"All in due time," Erik said smugly.

One by one they came with Claire counting down to herself as she counted them out for her master. Finally, with her ass blushed bright red, she felt her right wrist being released.

"Go and get it all out now," Erik told her.

Claire looked on hesitantly from her porcelain perch in the master bathroom as Erik walked into the bathroom and began refilling the bag.

"Don't worry, this one will be quick," he told her. "It's just a rinse cycle."

He gave her five minutes after the second enema to finish her business and clean up while he began laying out her outfit for the night.

On the bed, Erik spread out a dress with a simple black top and multi-colored skirt that fell to just below Claire's knees. Next to that was a satiny pink and white corset with garters dangling from the waist, a pair of lacy crotchless panties, simple natural-colored thigh-highs with a seam up the back and a cute, black pair of strappy Mary Jane flats. In his hands, Erik is wielding a large black butt plug when Claire steps out of the bathroom. He watches a little wave of despair wash across Claire's pretty face as she sees it.

Before she could protest, Erik orders her back into position at the foot of the bed and secures her ankles once again.

"Now reach back with your hands and spread those juicy ass cheeks for me," Erik commands as he sets the plug on his slave's back and lubes up a finger.

First one, then two digits gradually make their way into Claire's newly cleansed ass, slowly massaging and stretching the opening until he deems it pliable enough to accept the bulbous plug.

Just as the thickest section of the plug is beginning to stretch her even more, Erik stops inserting it and slides Claire's own hands to its base.

"I did my part to warm you up and get you started," Erik tells her, "now you have exactly one minute to jam it home on your own before I pick up a paddle and pound it in like a tent peg."

"Shit!" Claire thinks to herself as she cautiously presses on the plug while wobbling it side to side a bit. The plug was certainly stretching her ass to its limits and she didn't think she could make it go, but didn't want Erik to just ram it home either.

Erik enjoyed watching Claire's frustration as she tried various motions to get the plug to sink deeper. "Thirty seconds," Erik taunted as he walked to the dresser and picked up a small wooden paddle.

When Claire saw the paddle, her motions became frantic, slipping the plug in and out as if try to build up momentum.

Erik could see that she was almost past the thickest part of the intruder, but not quite there. "Ten, nine, eight ... ," he counted down.

Finally at four, Claire let out a small whimper as the plug slid past the bulge and sank in to the flared base. She sighed with a little relief as her tender pink flesh relaxed around the narrower neck of the plug.

"Good girl," Erik cooed as he slipped a hand underneath her from the side to fondle a nipple while he rested the heel of his other hand on the base of the protruding plug and reached his fingers down to burrow into the wet folds of her pussy. "There's a little reward for playing nice."

With her legs still shackled apart, Erik slips the rigid yet supple satin corset over her torso and settles it into place as he begins to cinch down the laces.

Despite the discomfort and frustration of her previous ordeals, Claire can feel her nipples firm up and become hypersensitive as the silky material brushes across them. Slowly it constricts around her abdomen before pushing her mountainous cleavage up into a luscious package high on her chest.

Corsets have always made her feel sexy and now is no different as she feels her juices flow each time Erik jerks on the laces as the boning pulls her soft, but not chubby midsection into a curvy hourglass figure accented by her already stunning breasts and ass. The garters that dangle from the hem of the corset brush almost imperceptibly against the backs of her thighs and send tremors straight to her hungry snatch.

Erik releases her ankles and removes the cuffs, noting the damp spot she left behind on the dark sheet. He smiles, if he can keep her turned on like this, she will be begging him to fuck her no matter what the cost.

He hands her the panties and the stockings and watches as she slips on the panties then carefully rolls the gossamer stockings over her smooth, shapely calves making sure the seems are nice and straight when she's finished. He helps her attach the garters at the back of her thighs that frame the disk that's formed where her panties envelop the base of the butt plug, keeping it from escaping.

The shoes come next with Claire carefully buckling all three straps on each shoe. Their smooth round toes, subtle decoration and low one-inch heels make them cute, but not trashy or uncomfortable.

After she shimmies into the dress, Erik gently pulls the zipper up from the small of her back to her neck as if putting the finishing touches on a masterpiece.

Erik sends her off to put her hair into a ponytail and use what makeup and accents she pleases as he gets dressed.

When Claire comes out of the bathroom her flowing auburn hair is hanging in a perky ponytail high in the back of her head and a string of black pearls with matching earrings adorns her neckline.

Pleased with her appearance, Erik instructs her to spread her legs apart and lift the front of her skirt. With the skirt blocking her view, he carefully places a small butterfly-shaped electrode across her pussy with the device itself centered between the strands of her open-crotch panties. The beauty of the electric shock device is that no matter how high it gets turned up, it doesn't have the annoying and revealing buzz of a vibrator. The only one making noise is the wearer.

"You are not to look under your skirt for any reason," Erik explains to her as he fingers the remote control in his pocket. "You'll find out what it is when the time comes."

"Yes, Master," Claire responds obediently as her curiosity runs rampant. He knows that curiosity is her biggest weakness.

The drive to the small, but busy sushi restaurant is uneventful. Upon arriving they are seated center stage along the counter where the chefs are turning out plates of rolls and sashimi from a diverse array of fresh ingredients. A light scent of soy sauce and wasabi hangs in the air.

As Claire sits, the plug in her ass ever so slightly sinks deeper, not uncomfortable, but not letting her forget its presence either. The stiff corset keeps her well postured, sitting straight up and pushing those delicious tits outward.

As they look over the menu and decide their orders, Claire feels an almost imperceptible tingle across her pussy. Their waitress arrives and as Erik is giving her his order, the tingling in Claire's crotch becomes a slow, rhythmic pulsing that ripples through her tender flesh as though there is a hand stroking her trembling mound. Erik seems unaware as he finishes his order and both he and the waitress turn to her.

Claire distractedly starts to stumble through her order and catches Erik's smile out of the corner of her eye as she feels him ramp up the intensity even more. Right now it is everything she can do not to scream as she finally gets her order out and stares blankly at the waitress waiting for an answer to a question Claire couldn't remember. Drink? Yes a drink, that's what she was asking. "Plum wine please," Claire squeaks out at last.

Erik stops the invisible fondling as the waitress scurries off and Claire's whole body breaths a sigh of relief as her muscles relax again. She feels spent from the intense stimulation and she didn't even come.

Erik continues to put her on the spot each time the waitress comes over to check on them and a few times just as Claire has a whole mouth full of food or is just taking a drink. By the time they leave, she is flustered, horny and a little fuzzy from too much plum wine.

On the way home, Erik pulls into the lot in front of an adult novelty store. "We've got a little shopping to do," he tells her. "You're buying."

Inside, they take a few minutes to browse through the aisles of silicone, latex and rubber in every shape, size and color imaginable. Half of them look like weapons or prosthetic limbs from a Sci-fi movie.

Erik points to a large purple silicone dildo with a hole for a small vibrator in the base. " I think that one will do the job nicely," He says. "Pick it up and let's go find you a good gag."

He scans through the selection on a back wall, Claire gets a little scared watching as he grins when his radiant blue eyes stop on a ball gag with a locking leather strap and a rubber bulb hanging from the front which allows the user to inflate the ball inside the wearer's mouth. She cringes at the thought of being subjected to the device, but knows better than to try and talk him out of it. She'll be much better off just obeying, that lesson has been learned.

She carries the items up to the counter and blushes a little as the clerk gives them a coy smile. She even forgot about the toy in her panties until Erik hit her with it again and left it going strong as Claire tried to walk a straight line out the door.

Once home, Erik draws the curtains closed and orders her out of the dress so that he can enjoy seeing every curve of her figure. He gently kisses the top of each breast as they nearly overflow from the top of the corset.

"Go get your new toys," Erik told her. Claire looked about for the bag and it hit her. They were still in the Truck. Shit.

"You can turn the porch light off if you want, but no extra clothes," he said smugly. "Now get going!"

Erik watched as she peeked outside before darting out through the dimly lit front yard. Even on a Saturday night, it was well past most of their neighbor's bedtimes. Just as she was trying to get the key into the door lock, Erik zapped her one last time for good measure, chuckled to himself as she dropped the keys. He was tempted to turn the porch light on once she got the door open and leaned inside, just so he could get a better view of her succulent ass, but he didn't.

When she gets back inside, both sets of cheeks are pink but Erik isn't sure if she is blushing from modesty or the cool night air.

He tells her to get him a bottle of porter and pour it into a glass for him. When she returns to the living room Erik is sitting in his recliner skimming the channels. He takes the beer and tells her to strip.

Erik drinks deeply as he watches Claire unbuckle her shoes, then daintily roll down her thigh highs before freeing her full breasts from the corset. Last, she plucks the waist band from the skimpy, lacy panties off of each hip and lets them cascade down her smooth legs to the hardwood floor. The floor wasn't the only one in the room with hard wood, but that would have to wait. Unfortunately, making her wait for release meant he couldn't just fuck her senseless right away either.

Erik points to the floor in front of him. "You're going to be my footrest for the night. Get down on all fours and face that way," Erik directs as he points to his left. Once she is in place, Erik reaches down and fingers her dripping twat. Claire mewls softly.

"Well isn't that just a hungry little thing," Erik quips. "Guess we'll have to give it something to munch on."

Being careful not to disrupt the sticky electrode pad still clinging to her mound, Erik maneuvers their new dildo into her pussy and tucks the base under the overlapping base of the plug still wedged firmly in her ass and presses a button to make the small vibrator begin to buzz.

He finds a sitcom and stretches out with his stocking feet resting in the small of her back. After a few minutes, about the time he thinks she has situated herself, he pulls out the remote and gives her crotch a strong jolt.

Claire barely recovered from the shock when a stinging pain erupted on her left ass cheek.

"I don't like it when my furniture moves," Erik warns. "Each time I have to use this, the punishment will double."

Claire was in the midst of receiving sixteen swats for her fifth offense when the credits began to roll a half an hour later. She was relieved when he finished her punishment and turned the TV off. She was ready to fuck anything just to get off after having both holes filled and the vibrator slowly humming. The lashes from the crop just intensified it all, making the plug and the dildo jump with each swat.

"Now go ahead and put the glass away and turn off the kitchen light then meet me in the spare room," Erik told her.

When Claire entered, he was spreading a large plastic-backed absorbent pad on the bed. "Just in case things get messy," he told her. They very well could by this point, Claire thought.

Her pussy had been wet since she got his text and each one of his challenges this evening had left her loins craving release more and more. She knows that when he makes her come it will be like a dam bursting, unable to hold back her ecstasy any longer leaving her completely drained, weak and quivering. All her torment will be worth the wait. Besides, there are always paybacks and he was giving her some good ideas.

Erik told her to turn around and produced a straight jacket. Even with her back to him, she knew the stiff sound of the canvas and the tinkle of the metal buckles. As Erik reached his long arms around her to guide her arms into the dead-end sleeves he drew close, pressing his rigid manhood against her. Claire grew more excited with each buckle that made her self-embrace tighter. The kiss of the rugged canvas made her nipples come to life inside the jacket, bring them into even closer contact with the material. The dual crotch straps wrapped up the inside of each thigh, framing her stuffed holes.

Once the jacket was in place, Erik once again wrapped soft leather cuffs around each ankle. He then fed a length of soft, nylon rope first down through one side of the bottom strap on the back of the jacket, then back up through the same strap on the other side, leaving a loop dangling behind her thighs.

He guided her down to the bed and got her situated in the middle before securing her ankles to the corners and looping a rope around each of her upper arms and securing it with just enough slack that she couldn't try to roll her upper body to either side.

Once she was fastened down securely, Erik removed the electrical simulator, dildo and plug. "I think you deserve a break from these by now," he told her. "But just to keep that ass loose for me tomorrow, we've got to keep something in there."

He produced a smaller plug about the size of a finger and with a fresh serving of lube, easily slipped it up her slightly looser ass while the crotch straps from the straight jacket held it in place.

Next, Erik brought out a big magic wand vibrator and plugged it into the wall. He slipped the round head through the loop of rope between his prisoner's legs and nestled the head between the plump, juicy and waiting lips of her pussy, resting it directly on her clitoris. The last part was the most devious part. He stretched an elastic bungee cord from each upper corner of the bed to loops in each end of the rope that ran through the back of the straight jacket and around the vibrator, pulling the vibrator deep into her snatch and holding it there.

"Now, I know you won't like it, but I want you to try this gag for a bit," Erik told her. "Do that and you won't have to wear it any more as long as you behave. Understand?"

Claire nodded, "Yes Master, thank you Master."

Erik inserted the gag, buckled the strap and gave the inflator bulb a few squeezes until he saw her cheeks just start to puff out a bit. "Now for a quick test," he said as he turned the vibrator on low. Claire let out a muffled moan.

Erik went to the end of the bed and began to tickle her very ticklish feet. Claire thrashed and bucked in her bonds but predictably got nowhere as she complained mutely into the gag.

"One more squeeze for whining," he told her as he squashed the bulb one more time before walking out the door. "Be right back darling."

Claire groaned helplessly, powerful as it was, the vibrator didn't have enough kick on the low setting to get her off, and it was driving her mad.

When Erik returned, he was carrying a three-liter reservoir from a hydration pack for hiking, the kind with the little valve at the end of the hose that bite down on to drink from.

"In here is three liters of water," he explained over the buzz of the vibrator. "I am going to place it on the bed next to you so you can reach the hose and drink from it. Whatever you don't drink will go into another enema for you in the morning."

Claire was starting to get a picture of what her night was going to be like and it was looking rough. Finally, he unplugged the vibrator that was keeping her on the edge of orgasm without letting her come.

"In addition to that," he continued, "I have now plugged the vibrator into a timer that will come on for five minutes at random intervals, just to make sure you're well primed for me when I feel you've finally earned a good fucking. I am going to be sleeping in our bedroom, right across the hall and from the time I take that gag out until I come in here in the morning if I here one peep from you at all I will come back in here and you can wear that gag for the rest of the night and as often as I see fit after that.

It was going to be a long night, Claire thought as Erik deflated and unbuckled the torturous gag. She was right.

"Sleep tight," Erik taunted as he turned off everything but a small night-light and sauntered across the hall to stretch out comfortably on their bed.

Claire didn't think she could drink all that water, but she knew she could at least make a good dent in it if she worked at it through the night – better to drink it than have it up her ass she thought. She slurped a few swallows from the mouthpiece and lay there awaiting her fate.

Suddenly, the vibrator kicked on, causing her to jerk at the sudden onslaught of sensation. She almost squealed in surprise, but thankfully stifled it before she made a sound. Then, just as she was feeling her body begin to respond, it turned off and the room was silent again.

Fuck him, Claire thought while waiting for another round and sipping water she knew would lead to making her pee, but she didn't want to receive it Erik's way either. Damn him and his lose-lose situations he liked to put her in. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't she told herself. Her best option she determined was to play along nicely and not whine, which she knew would only add fuel to the fire. Play nice and plot revenge she thought as another wave of vibration shook her. Besides, frustrating as her situation was, she was thoroughly turned on and horny. After this long, she knew that when he finally let her come, it would be worth the trouble.

After about seven or eight cycles, Claire began to drop into a deep sleep in the down times and suddenly BANG she was awake again with ecstasy, but still no orgasm. This sequence repeated itself a handful of times before the water finally caught up with her and she felt the rush of warmth on her thighs and as it spread through the pad below her. She felt warmth spread across her cheeks the same way as she blushed in shame, even alone in the dark.

After a couple more wake ups, Claire finally saw a little bit of gray light making its way through the blinds to tell her the night was over. Hopefully Erik doesn't decide to sleep in today she thought as her exhaustion pulled her back down into another deep sleep.

Looking at his watch, Erik crept slowly across the hallway. The timers weren't completely random. While the intervals overnight had been more or less random, the timer was set to stay off for a full forty-five minutes beginning at six in the morning. Turning on at 6:45 was the last thing the timer would do. It was now 6:30 as Erik snuck into the room, switched the vibrator to high as Claire slept soundly and took a seat on a chair in the corner.

At 6:45, the vibrator kicked on with full power and if Claire hadn't been firmly strapped down, she might have gone through the roof when the high intensity vibrations blasted her clitoris.

"Do you really want to come?" Erik asked as he turned off the vibrator.

"Yes Master! Please Master!" Claire pleaded with him.

"As long as you continue to behave and follow my directions, I will turn the vibrator back on once you have the gag in again. I don't want you waking any of the neighbors," Erik said with a wink.

Despite her distaste for gags, Claire's mouth shot open to accept the inflatable ball. Once it was pumped up to where it filled her mouth enough to please Erik and stifle just about all sound, Erik turned on the vibrator again.

Within a minute, Erik watched as his captive's beautiful legs tightened up and her panting grew frantic as she began screams of ecstasy that were barely audible squeaks.

Erik watched for thity minutes as Claire went from blissful convulsions to a quivering heap of exhausted ecstasy before he turned off the vibrator and began to release her restraints. Soon, she was free except for the gag and straight jacket.

"Now that you've had yours, I'll have mine before we get on with the day," Erik told her. "I'd like you on your back at the end of the bed with your legs up."

Claire quickly complied and soon Erik stood at the end of the bed rhythmically pumping away with her ankles resting on his shoulders.

Exhausted, but already fired up, it didn't take long for Erik to feel her pussy lightly squeezing his manhood as she went into the throes of yet another orgasm.

"MMMmmmmmm! MMMmmmmmm! MMMmmmmmm! MMMMMMMMmmmmmmppphhhh!!" she struggled through her stuffed mouth as she felt the pulsating deep within and throughout her body.

Finally, Erik blew his load deep inside her, feeling each spurt milked from his cock by her hungry snatch as he thrusted.

"Just one more task before those come off my dear," Erik said as he examined the water she hadn't finished drinking.

"Looks like just about a liter, that should be easy for you after yesterday."

Erik left and came back with the enema bag filled to the one liter line with warm water, the plug and a tube of lube.

The plug slid in easily after wearing the large plug all evening and the smaller plug all night. Claire barely noticed. The water too flowed easily and although she felt the pressure of needing to relieve herself, she didn't feel ready to explode like she felt yesterday.

Once, the bag had drained completely, Erik closed the little valve and disconnected it. Next he moved up and began to deflate the gag before unbuckling it from behind her head. Claire wiggled her jaw a little to overcome the stiffness she felt from wearing it.

Last, Erik began to loosen the straps on the straight jacket, rubbing Claire's shoulders in a deep, strong massage as she worked muscles that had been immobile since last night. She had done well and deserved a little reward before her next challenge.

"I will continue this in the shower while you clean me head to toe," Erik told her. "But first you have ten minutes to relieve yourself and clean the enema plug"

"Yes Master. Thank you Master," Claire said as she rushed off to the bathroom.

She's better behaved already after only a day of keeping her under my thumb, Erik thought as he pulled clothes out for them both.

Her outfit would consist of the corset again with stockings and another dress a bit less flashy than the one she wore last night. It was bold earth tones, rust red and rich coffee brown, with a, frisky skirt that nearly reached her knees. Erik would be wearing a nice t-shirt and jeans. Today was to be a casual day, or at least appear that way from the outside.

As promised, Erik continued to massage Claire's shoulders while she worked up and down his front side, cleansing him gently with a soapy washcloth. Although he was working her over thoroughly, he loved her and wanted her to look back on the weekend as a whole with fond memories, even if he knew some of what he was doing had her silently cursing him.

That was all part of the game. He would push her outside of her comfort zone just a bit, and make her earn the more pleasurable moments. When her time came to rule over him as Mistress Claire, she would do the same even though she was still a little soft on him. A "creampuff" he teased her sometimes hoping to challenge her into proving him wrong.

Stepping out of the shower, Erik told her to dry him off. She began to pat him dry, kissing his body gently along the way.

Erik stepped out and was already dressed when Claire stepped out of the bathroom. "On the bed, on your back," He commanded.

Claire complied and sighed as she saw the diaper in Erik's hand. This was one of those times when she silently cursed him.

"We can't have you having any more accidents like you had last night can we? This will help until we can get you properly housetrained my pet," Erik told her with a hint of mocking in his tone.

Once again, Erik placed the little electric butterfly over her smooth mound and slipped the large butt plug into her ass before securing the diaper around her waist. Added to the diaper was an extra liner that made it more absorbent. Erik finished it off with a couple wraps of duct tape around the waist just to make it tamper proof.

From there, Erik helped cinch the corset around her abdomen and played with her tits to make them just barely rest inside the cups on the corset.

Once she was finished dressing, Erik told her she didn't need anything else and they headed out to the car.

First, Erik drove to a popular coffee shop where he told her she would be getting a large version of her regular chai tea and whatever she wanted for breakfast.

"We won't leave until you finish it," Erik whispered to her after they had been sitting and chatting for about forty-five minutes. After finishing her food quickly, Claire was nursing her drink, hoping to ditch it when they left. She reluctantly finished it off despite Erik jolting her mid-sip and they headed out the door with her thinking this would be a really long day.

After breakfast, Erik took Claire home and stripped her out of her clothes, checked her diaper and helped her into the straight jacket again.

"I know you didn't get much sleep last night so now that you have a nice full belly, we're going to take a nap," Erik told her.

Together they curled up on the bed with the dog taking her normal spot at Claire's feet. Claire was hugging herself in the straight jacket and Erik laid an arm around her, pulling her to him. She could feel his rigid cock pressing into her back and she wanted him to fuck her senseless, but she consigned herself to waiting. It was out of her control.

She slept soundly until her bladder warned her that she had to pee. Knowing that once again Erik had set her up for failure, she rolled onto her back and felt the diaper swell with her warm liquid. No use fighting it when she knew it was inevitable in this predicament Erik had put her into.

After wetting her diaper, she felt herself drift off to slumber again. A night without much sleep had taken its toll on her. After another hour or so of sleep, she woke to a tender kiss on her lips.

"Hey sleeping beauty, time to wake up," Erik told her, "even though you looked so cute and peaceful all wrapped up there. It looks like you need to be changed too."

"Yes Master, please change me," Claire pleaded with embarrassment even though she didn't want to wear another diaper. But, at least a dry diaper was better than a wet one. "I don't like having a wet diaper."

"Well, that is good," Erik told her, "because each time you want to be changed, you will have to do something for me in return. I think a blowjob is a good starting price. If you don't swallow it all, you'll have to wait another hour before getting changed."

Claire rolled to the edge of the bed and Erik stuck his hard cock deep into her throat as he held her by a handful of hair. Then he backed out just a bit and let his tied up toy do her thing until finally she managed to coax a hot load of cum into her cheeks and she fought the urge to spit it out.

Once Erik blew his load, he put a locking cuff on each of Claire's ankles and spread her legs to the corners of the bed. He loosened the crotch strap on the strait jacket, cut the sides of the diaper down and removed it.

Next he gently cleans the whole area with a warm washcloth, being sure to give special attention to her clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before replacing the batteries in the electric butterfly and wrapping a new diaper around her waist and once again sealed it with a wrap of tape.

She was released from the bed and straight jacket before getting dressed again and doing her hair. This time she was wearing a pretty black dress with long sleeves and a lively skirt that fell just above her knees.

Finally, Erik said it was time for lunch and they headed out to get a light lunch. Erik shocked her a few times while the waitress was there for their orders.

From there, they ran a couple errands then Erik took Claire dress shopping. Any time they stopped to look at a dress and Erik zapped her with the remote control she was to pick up one of that dress to try on. Once Claire had an armful of dresses, they headed to the dressing room.

Erik enjoyed seeing her blush as she came out of the changing room in one dress that barely covered the diaper.

"You're so lucky that today is just a training day for you and that I'm not going to put you on display or you would be wearing that little number right out the door," he said. Claire was relieved, but she hoped they would be heading home soon because she had to pee.

Needless to say, she was a little disappointed when Erik asked her which movie she'd like to see before dinner. They settled on a movie and headed to the mall to get their tickets. Fortunately, it was only about thirty-five minutes until the show started so they spent most of that time in line for snacks.

At first, Claire tried rejecting the idea when Erik asked her what she wanted to drink, but when she got a short, but strong zap across her pussy, she knew she didn't have much say in the matter so she ended up carrying a huge soda into the theatre that the cinema somehow had the nerve to label as 'medium'.

Erik led her into a row near the back just before the lights dimmed for the previews and advertisements. A couple minutes into the previews, Erik slipped his hand under her skirt and felt the diaper. He was amazed it was still dry, but of course he had no idea how hard Claire was working to hold it.

Erik kept checking periodically through the movie and once he felt the bulge of warm liquid between her legs, he rewarded her by setting the butterfly to a steady rhythmic kneading and letting it go on and on.

Claire was getting quite worked up from the constant stimulation when a romantic bedroom scene began to play out on the screen and sent her over the edge. She was turned on from getting off in the theatre, ashamed at peeing herself, frustrated that Erik put her in the situation and euphoric from the orgasm. There were so many different emotions running rampant through her mind that she was ready to explode by the time the credits started scrolling.

Claire was still reeling when they walked out into the lobby. As they wandered through the rest of the mall, Claire slowly came down from her high and after about fifteen minutes and a few tender pats on the ass, Erik told her she could slip into the next restroom and remove the soggy diaper and the butterfly with the now dead batteries.

"You have earned yourself a little reprieve. You can go bare under your dress and let things air out, but the butt plug must stay," he said as he casually slipped her a small plastic bag with a couple of baby wipes in it.

Claire slipped into a stall and worked to tear the tape and diaper quietly until she was able to slip out of it. After peeling off the sticky butterfly toy and doing a quick clean-up with the wipes she rolled the diaper into a small wad and, after making sure the coast was clear outside the stall, dumped it in the trash on the way out.

The breeze that circulated under the dress was cool and refreshing as they continued wandering through the stores. Claire quickly became aroused again when Erik sent her in to get a pair of crotchless panties as they walked past a lingerie store.

"The lacier the better and nothing else," he told her. "I'll be in the camera store across the way when you're finished."

Claire just felt dirty going in to buy an item like that and knowing that she had no panties to start with, but the thought of it turned her on.

Once she had made her purchase, she opened the bag to show Erik and with his approval, they headed out to the car.

"Take the tags off and slip them on," he said after they were on the highway following the commands of the GPS navigation.

Although nobody noticed, she felt like all eyes were on her as she hiked up the new bottoms under her skirt. She felt the wetness between her legs as her hands smoothed out the skimpy fabric.

Erik commanded her to open the console between the seats and insert the dildo she found there. Stuffed from both ends and still feeling the high from her climax in the theatre, Claire's juices were flowing again.

After a short drive, Erik parked in the lot at a small restaurant and pub where they were seated in a booth near the corner. They ordered dinner from a menu full of traditional pub fare and Erik got a pint of ale while Claire got a fruity concoction that left her feeling very cheery.

Dinner was routine with standard pub food on the menu and as they ate a band began to set up near the front of the pub. Erik ordered another drink for Claire and a Coke for himself. Damn having to drive he thought. He could really use another beer for this one.

When the band started playing, Erik took Claire's hand and guided her through the scraggly line of people watching the ones already dancing as they joined a handful of people on the dance floor. Her smile grew larger as he pulled her close.

"This is part of your reward for being good today," he told her.

Although they only danced a couple of slow dances, Erik enjoyed watching Claire's skirt swish around her thighs as she swayed to and fro. He also enjoyed watching her face as his hand slipped down to her backside and gently pressed against the plug that had been tenderly stretching and stimulating her ass all day. Claire was surprised at the pleasure she was receiving from the device she really did not care to wear given the choice.

When they left, Erik pulled one of Claire's thin jackets out of the back seat and held it out for her. Although she knew something was up, it was starting to get cool so she took it.

"Put it on, but don't zip it up," Erik said once they were inside the vehicle. "We're going to go for a little walk in the park."

Next thing Claire knew, Erik was holding their locking leather wrist cuffs and telling her to put her hands in her pockets. Once her hands were in her pockets, Erik wrapped each cuff around her wrist where the pocket protruded inside the coat and snapped the locks closed with a short length of chain between them. This left Claire's hands balled up in her pockets with no way to pull them out.

"This part is going to be fun," Erik grinned, zipping up her coat and reaching across to fasten her seatbelt. "I think you'll be very pleased with this part."

A few minutes later, their Truck rolled to a stop near a large sprawling park with some walking paths by the water and Erik released his captive's seatbelt.

Outside, Erik slipped his arm through hers and they strolled off into the night with the toys in Claire's new panties stimulating her with each step. After about ten minutes of walking, Erik pulled Claire off the well-lit path into a clump of trees.

"OK twinkle toes," he said, "either you can get down on your knees here in the dirt and blow me or I can bend you over and fuck you senseless. What do you say?"

"Please Master, fuck me. I want to get off again so bad," Claire pleaded to him. Her fetish for public places was getting a workout today and she loved it.

Erik lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, already damp with her juices and slipped them into his pocket. Next he slowly fucked her a few times with the dildo before pulling it out to make room for himself.

Grabbing a handful of hair, Erik told Claire to open wide and he pushed the first few inches of veined silicone into her waiting mouth. Claire cringed at the taste of herself all over the toy, but held it.

"If you drop that or spit it out," Erik warned, "I will pick it up out of the dirt, make you clean it with your tongue, then stick it in your pussy and make you clean it again. Do you understand me slut?"

Claire nodded shamefully with the fake schlong protruding from her lips and her ass exposed to the night.

Erik entered her from behind and took his time to get her worked up before blowing his load into her greedy snatch which pulled him in deep with muscle contractions as she bellowed her gratification into the makeshift gag.

Erik reached into his pocket and used her panties to wipe up the mix of his and her juices dripping from Claire's pussy. Standing his plaything up straight, Erik reached up and unzipped her jacket a little before removing the dildo from Claire's mouth and stuffing it between her tits.

"We've got to make some room for this," he said as he held up the sodden panties. "Now open wide.

"If you spit them out, it will be a very long night for you, but if you can behave and be a good little slut, tonight will be a well deserved break. Do you understand?"

Claire nodded her head. She was both slightly angered and turned on by the way he had addressed her. Then again here she was in a public park at night with her hands cuffed together, a dildo stuffed down her dress, a plug up her ass and her own cum-soaked panties in her mouth after just being fucked from behind. If that made her a slut, his slut, then it was a title she would wear with honor – under the right circumstances.

They walked back to the Truck in silence while Claire enjoyed having Erik's strong arm pulling her close to him. She knew he loved her, but paybacks would still be a bitch she thought to herself, his time would come.

Back home, Erik finally allowed her to spit out the panties and remove the butt plug. They took a long, hot shower together and Erik helped her into her warm, fuzzy pajamas. They sat together on the couch while Erik sipped a beer and watched TV, and then had some ice cream.

Finally they crawled into bed and Erik once again wrapped his strong arms around Claire while he probed her for feedback on the day he had provided her.

They both woke early Monday to Erik's alarm and Claire was ready to roll back over and doze into the second day of her weekend, but her reprieve from her weekend in his control was over.

After a few times now, the enema routine went quickly and Claire was soon sporting the large butt plug in her ass again, her pussy stuffed by the new dildo already buzzing with a fresh set of batteries all wrapped in a diaper with an added absorbent insert.

Next, Erik helped her into a pair of jeans and threaded a new leather belt through the belt loops. After cinching the belt down just above her hips, Erik slipped a small lock through both layers of the belt, the button-hole of the jeans and a ring he had attached to the zipper. She was now trapped in the diaper – effectively a self-contained chastity belt.

Sneaky, clever bastard she thought to herself. She had been wondering what would become of her when he left for work, although she had been hoping for more of a break.

Next, Erik went to her closet and brought out a pair of ankle-high black leather locking boots with heels. Once they were locked firmly onto her feet, Erik pulled her pant legs down over the boots, hiding the locks and leaving only the stiletto heel and pointed toes showing.

Erik ordered her to kneel in front of him and as she did, he wrapped a red and black padded leather collar around her neck and snapped another small padlock through the hasp. He unbuttoned his fly and exposed his firm cock, which Claire energetically sucked when told to do so, eager to please her master and perhaps gain some leniency.

After just a few minutes of her enthusiastic cock gobbling, Erik let loose a charge of hot semen to her waiting lips. After putting his tool away, he reached for a length of chain about five feet long, brought her out to the living room and had her kneel again in front of the couch.

Erik threaded the chain through the front most ring on her collar, around her torso from the front and used a second set of locks to attach each end of the chain to the locks already securing her boots to her feet.

Locking leather wrist cuffs followed with a combination luggage lock threaded through both of the locking buckles and through the lock on her jeans, pinning her wrists together in front of her.

Last, Erik placed her cell phone on the coffee table in front of his bare-breasted sculpture.

"In a bit I will text you the combination to that lock if you play along nicely," Erik said. "At some point after that, I will text you the location of the key that will allow you to remove that chain and the collar. The jeans and boots will be part of your permanent wardrobe for the day.

"Once you are free, you may choose any shirt or blouse you wish, but no bra. On the refrigerator there is a list of things you need to get done before I get home. Until then, here is some entertainment for you. Enjoy!"

Erik pressed play on the DVD player and pornography filled the wide screen in front of her as he walked out the door.

Once again, Claire was both frustrated and aroused by her situation and after about 45 minutes of watching women getting fucked every which way and having every available hole stuffed with huge cocks, she was wishing she had access to her own crotch. The dildo in her pussy hummed away in a maddeningly gentle fashion, arousing her, but getting her nowhere near the orgasm she craved.

Within five minutes of the DVD ending, her phone buzzed and she just caught the four-digit combo as the new text message flashed across the screen.

Claire worked quickly and freed her hands as a second text arrived. She was to text Erik photos of her naked breasts and a shot behind her back of her luscious ass pressed against her heels with the diaper peeking out from the waistline of her jeans.

It took her a few tries, but she finally had a couple photos she felt were acceptable and sent them to Erik's phone.

He responded with praise and the hiding spot for the key; which required her to crawl into the kitchen and find it hidden under the sink.

Finally free to move, Claire spotted the list of chores Erik had placed on the fridge. There weren't many, but they would keep her busy. First up was to pick up the various toys and restraints that were scattered around the house from the weekend. After Claire dropped them into a pile in the bedroom and sorted them into the suitcase they were stored in, she pulled on a form-fitting purple t-shirt from one of their favorite breweries and admired herself in the mirror. The diaper and jeans made her ass smooth and round while the heels really made her feel taller.

Her second task had her drinking a whole glass of water while taking a video with her camera and of course sending it to Erik to verify that she did it.

Next came a visit one of the local drugstores and purchase lube, condoms and another pack of adult diapers. She was to have all three on the same receipt the list said. She was a bit embarrassed, but she pulled it off with her own little victory that made her smile. The diapers she bought were in Erik's smaller size.

Her next duties were to do some grocery shopping and get a whole list of ingredients. It looked like they would be having chicken stir-fry tonight. After that, she was to take the dog for a walk around the neighborhood and text Erik photos from along the way.

Her last job was to cuff her wrists and lock them to her ankles behind her in a kneeling position near the front door with the collar locked on by no later than three o'clock to greet him as he returned home from work.

Claire managed to finish all the tasks in time and despite having to wet herself when she got to the car after grocery shopping, she felt she was doing good.

After forty-five minutes of being bound by herself and having to pee again, Claire finally heard Erik's footsteps come up the front walk from the driveway. His first order of business was to check the bulging diaper before lifting Claire's shirt to fondle her breasts until the sensitive nipples would make her flinch with the slightest touch.

Erik opened his fly and put his straining cock in her face again. She began to suck it as she was told, but suddenly Erik pulled it from the reach of her full, pouty lips.

"I think I'm bored with this hole my little plaything. I think I want to blow this load up your ass," Erik sneered.

"Please Master, no," Claire pleaded, but she knew it would do no good and might even make things worse for her.

"In fact, I want you to beg me to fuck you in the ass if you want to get out of that diaper," Erik went on. "Tell me what a little slut you are and that you want to get fucked in the ass just like the girls you saw on TV this morning."

Still, Claire refused and Erik let her sit another half an hour and when he went to her, she finally caved.

"Sir, I am your little slut, a plaything for you, please fuck me in the ass if it will bring you pleasure," Claire finally blurted out.

"Good girl my darling," Erik praised her as he began to unlock her restraints and led her to the bedroom.

He gave Claire a key to the locks on her boots and jeans and told her to strip down to nothing but the diaper and lay down on the bed. Erik then began to remove the diaper and butt plug, but not the dildo and gently wash the area down with wipes before telling her to get into whichever position she wanted to be ass-fucked in.

Claire quickly scooted to the middle of the bed on her back and pulled her ankles toward her chest, making her ass very accessible. She just wanted it to be over quick. Erik reached into the bag from Claire's shopping trip earlier, put on one of the condoms and lubed up both his ready cock and Claire's gaping ass hole to make a smooth entry. He never noticed the diapers in the bag wouldn't fit his wife.

As Erik knelt there to impale her, Claire felt his thick shaft slip right into her without much feeling. Wearing the big plug all day had helped her relax those muscles and stretched the opening.

Claire gulped air as Erik pressed himself in all the way, which bottomed out not only his cock up her ass, but also bumped the dildo in her pussy.

Within a few minutes, Claire came and a few minutes later, she came again, this time the contractions of her sphincter brought Erik to orgasm right along with her and they both sprawled out on the bed to recover after the final rush passed.

"You are now free of your service to me and will be pampered for the rest of the night my darling," Erik said with a smile. "You did good, now I'm going to go run you a hot bath to soak in while I whip up dinner."

Claire soaked and relaxed in the tub until she heard Erik call her. They ate spicy stir-fry, snuggled on the couch to watch TV and even had ice cream and a glass of sweet plum wine for desert.

Claire slept very soundly that night and dreamed evil dreams of sweet revenge.