My Princess is at class. It is late and the kids are already in bed. I am downstairs doing what any guy would do in my situation... browsing Tumblr.

I am locked up. Over a week now with no release. Every little thing makes me think of what I can't do... and staring at pictures of what I can't do make me want it even more.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone, her text-tone, brings my attention away from the computer screen. "Go get a chair from the kitchen and bring it downstairs." An odd request, but certainly not anything to question. I do so and reply that it is done. After a few minutes, a second text comes in, "Lock the bedroom door and strip."

Suddenly fully at attention, I comply. My member, stuck in its steel trap, tries for the umpteenth time today to escape but is held back by warm stainless steel that is heating up by the second. I have barely written my reply when her next instruction comes. "Put in your medium plug. Set the chair next to the bed, facing it. Collar, cuffs and blindfold. Tie yourself to the chair... I'll see you soon."

"Of course, Princess," I reply.

Hurrying to obey, I gather the implements she has requested. Moments later, my ass is stuffed, I am bound to the chair as tightly as I could manage on my own and my head is swimming, wondering what she wants with me like this.

Hours (or is it seconds?) later, I hear the garage door open, then shut. The sound of her walking into the kitchen. The bedroom door creaking open then the click of the lock closing again. Soft footsteps on the carpet, her backpack thumping to the floor and then silence as she stands behind me, admiring my work.

"Well well well," she starts, "What have we here?" She runs a finger from the back of my neck, around to a nipple and pinches, softly. A moan escapes my lips as hers approach my ear. "What a good little pet."

"Thank you Princess."

She walks away and I strain to hear what I cannot see - her clothes slowly falling off her body. Footsteps into the bathroom and then out. Our toy chest being opened... what could she be grabbing? I got out all she said, and nothing more... the near-rhythmic jingle of the chain from my nipple clamps tell me there's more that she wants with this. The bite of the clamps sends warmth shooting through my body as she attaches them quickly to my exposed chest. She picks up the chain and gives a gentle tug, laughing as another moan slips out. "What a fun little toy!" she exclaims, trying it a few more times and enjoying the reaction from me each time she does it.

The chain goes slack for a moment, I can feel her doing something with it but I'm not entirely sure what. She kisses me again, this time on my neck, biting a little bit after which she whispers "That's not all I got out."

"What else-"

"Shhhhh," she says, placing a finger in front of my lips. "You tell me."

She walks away and I can hear her climbing onto the bed in front of me. She sits, legs open and with false pity in her voice as she says, "Oh, doesn't my little pet wish he could see this?" Helpless to do anything else, I nod. "Or this-" she starts, then cuts herself off as the cool vibrator touches her hot pussy.

Taking a breath, she pushes it in partway and suddenly I understand what she was doing with the chain on my clamps. A string tied to the base of her vibrator reaches out to the clamps, lifting the chain and tugging gently on my tender flesh. The realization of this sets my flesh alight, tiny electric shocks poking at the millions of goosebumps forming on my skin.

She laughs, almost a giggle, as I hear her shift around on the bed. She lays down and starts to talk in a low, sultry voice. "I've been thinking about you and your poor little locked up cock all day," she starts. I feel the clamps tighten and loosen slowly as she begins to pump the vibrator in and out of her slit. "I've been thinking of how much fun I get to have, how much I get your fingers and your tongue whenever I want them... and I decided tonight I wanted to be fucked."

She emphasizes the last word by thrusting the vibrator deep into herself and hitting the button to turn it on. The hum of it shocks me almost as much as how much of the vibration travels down the string and onto my clamps, setting them into continuous motion. I squirm on the chair, riding the line between pleasure and pain as the reason for putting my plug in becomes clear. Each movement changes its position, alternating on and off my prostate. While she fucks herself with a dildo, my ass is being taken by the plug she ordered me to put in.

Her words start to break up as she thrusts the dildo in faster now, "I thought... it might be fun... for you to... watch..." even faster now, the tugging on my clamps becoming rapid and rhythmic. "Watch me... and then... I decided... it would be more... fun for you... NOT... to watch..." her voice is getting desperate now, I can tell her orgasm is building. Her feet, dangling off the edge of the bed, are now firmly planted on my thighs and I can feel her tensing her muscles as she prepares for the oncoming rush. "And I got... sooo... WET!" she is practically yelling now, moaning so loud she can't hear my reaction to the full-on yanking she is doing on the vibrator. My nipples are practically screaming now, the pain racing between them and my brain at a lightning pace as she rides her dildo harder, faster, practically shoves it into her dripping wet hole at the same time as I'm being forced to fuck myself on a silicone intruder I can't do anything about.

Her words trail off into moans, her voice gets higher and higher, and as I think that she can't possibly be pulling any harder, one last big thrust in, pulling the string completely taut and she holds it there, her body as tense as can be, the room eerily silent save for the low hum of the vibrator... and then release. A sigh of relief escapes her as the sensation echoes through her body. The chain on my clamps goes slack and she turns the vibrator off and then lays there, breathing heavily while she floats on her post-orgasm bliss cloud. I've stopped moving as well, thankful that my nipples are no longer being pulled against their will, and the pain is slowly settling to a dull throb.

My cock, however, is trying with all its might to escape its hot steel prison. The lock stubbornly holds however, and blood is pounding in my chest and groin as I hear her sit up. She puts a hand on my cheek then slowly slides it up to remove the blindfold so she can stare deeply into me, the love and lust mingling in my brown eyes matching the ferocity of the boiling blue sea in hers. She kisses me slowly on the lips and giggles again as I tense up and moan while she removes the clamp from first my right, then my left nipples. A brief but tender rub before she unbuckles one of my hands from the leather cuff securing it.

"That was a good one pet," she says. "Now go clean up, I need some cuddles."

My hope for release is dashed in an instant, but through the haze of it I smile and say, "Of course... Thank you Princess."