Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at karmap0licemen@gmail.com. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next.

Day 1

John stalked around the pale form in front of him, taking in the full view of her. He walked slowly, taking his time, though she had waited long enough already. He heard the clink of metal, and his eyes dropped down to small feet encased in black ballet boots, locked with small silver padlocks to a wooden spreader bar. His eyes trailed upwards, following her pale, shapely legs wrapped in black fishnets to her bare ass pointed proudly up at him. Her upper body bent forward, forced into a severe strapado by a black leather monoglove pulling her arms upward by a chain attached to the ceiling.

"Hello, slave." He said softly. With a clink, she shook in her bonds as her sensory deprivation finally ended, a small mew emanating from out from behind a rubber ball gag as her firm breasts heaved below her.. He walked around her, a single finger trailing from her ass and traveling along her side. The tip of his finger was barely grazing her skin, but she twitched and shook as he traced a meandering line down her side. He reached down and tugged lightly at the chain connecting her breasts and pulling at the rings through her nipples. This time her moan was tinged with pain. Reaching down he pulled the silken blindfold from her eyes, and her green eyes blinked before focusing pleadingly on his face.

"I know you have been waiting patiently, but now the time has come." He ran his fingers through her raven hair. Her freckled face shined in the low light of the room, and electricity ran through his body at the sight. He had to only wait a little while longer, and she would be his.

With trembling fingers, he drew the slick rubber ball from her full, crimson lips. He brought his lips to hers, and stars erupted in his head as they kissed deeply.

She reluctantly pulled her lips away, and she blushed as her eyes dropped to the floor. "Please, master, I cannot wait anymore."

"I know, my love. Just trust me." He walked around to her side, and looped a red, silken rope around her waist, knotting it and tossing the other end around a ring on the ceiling. John heaved, and she felt her hips slowly rise, straightening her legs. John continued pulling until her legs were forced into a rigid en-pointe. She gasped, keenly aware of how her pussy stood exposed before him, and her juices began to flow as the moment she was waiting for approached. No matter how much her pussy ached, she was helpless to do anything. John looked on as she shook in her bonds, her freedom at every point blocked by supple leather and sterling silver. His cock stood ready, but he had only wait a little longer.

"Now, slave, have you decided? Will you be mine?

She breathed deep, her breath shuddering. The time had finally come. "Yes, master. Make me yours."

With a careful reverence, John walked to the edge of the room, where on a small table lay a black case. His fingers fumbled on the clasps as he opened it, revealing a silver collar adorned with only a small ring. He lifted it from the cushion and it fell open in his hands.

"As you wish." He grabbed her hair, and roughly pulled back her head to reveal her slim neck. The silver collar fit perfectly around her neck, and as lock clicked there she gasped. Though the metal was cold, it burned around her throat. A wave of heat washed through her as the permanence of her decision dawned on her. There was no key to this collar. It was permanent.

"You are now my slave. I will take care of you, keep you safe, and in return you will give yourself to me. All of you."

"Ye... yes master." she gasped. Her eyes grew distant as she fell into a trance. She did not need to worry about anything anymore. Master would take care of her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations racing across her body.

"Now... for your reward." He gripped the sides of her ass, bringing his cock tip to graze her burning lips. His slave gasped as he plunged within her.

John bolted awake in his bed, sweat pouring down his body. His eyes blinked open, and his spirit fell as he saw only his tiny dorm room bathed in the morning light. "Goddamnit!"

This was the fifth time John had had that dream, and each time he had awakened at the worst moment possible. The dream girl haunted his mind everyday. While he worked through his biology lab, the smell of her hair wafted through his mind. While he typed articles for the school paper, he could taste her on his lips. It was absolute torture.

Even worse was his growing kink. Ever since high school he had grown more and more interested in BDSM. Ponygirls, ballgags, pillories and butt-plugs danced through his head every night, always tied to the dream girl. It was his great passion, but also his darkest secret. It made him faint to think about having a beautiful girl who trusted and loved him, bound in front of him and unable to avoid his ministration. He wanted to be able to just reach out and play with those exposed nipples, watching them engorge with hot blood before trapping them in the steel embrace of a clamp. He dreamed of leading her by a slender chain attached to her tender nether lips...

John cursed under his breath. He was tired of wallowing in self-pity. He was a 22 year-old male, he should be putting himself out there, though that was easier said than done. The last three girls he had gone out with had all been disasters. The first two had been hyperactive balls of stress, driving him up a wall before finally ditching him within week, and the third had been great until he had worked up the courage to ask her to let him tie her up during sex. He had no idea what he was thinking. He had been a little drunk from the party they had gone to, and what should have been some innocent sexy-time had turned into a tearful confrontation. After calling him a freak and storming out, she had told her friends about it, effectively drying up the dating pool for a year. Not that it mattered. The experience had destroyed his courage for dating since.

Fuck it, he thought. He would get nowhere if he didn't at least try. He doubted anyone would match up to his dream girl, and even if they did, he might as well be the dirt beneath their feet.

After hurrying through his day, John walked down the road towards the nicest bar in town with low spirits. It was likely going to be a busy night, as the quarter had finally ended and everybody was celebrating. Another rejection seemed inevitable, and even if he found someone interested, chances are it would be vanilla. John sighed. It was not all about the sex. Not really. He had spent so much time researching and thinking about BDSM, it had become part of him. To have someone to accept him, someone to trust who would not judge him, to take care of him...

Or I could just get drunk, he thought. That was a solid plan, too.

Too many drinks later, John was slumped over the bar, wondering about how hoofboots are reinforced in between bouts of self-pity. Several young women had tried catching his eye, but that had only made him sink lower. He grabbed a napkin and began doodling absentmindedly.

"Hey there, artist," said a low voice.

"Who?" He lifted his head up from the bar, and his heart stopped.

"What are you drawing there?" she said. Deep, piercing green eyes found his, before darting down to his napkin. "Wow, either you ride horses or you have an interesting night-life."

Gears ground in John's head before he suddenly remembered what he had been drawing. He hastily crumpled up his half finished drawing of a bit-gag.

"Uhm... um sorry."

"For what?" she asked. Her freckled face broke into a broad smile, and his gut dropped a mile through the floor.

Blood rushed to his face, and his head began to spin. "I, uh, have to go." He stepped off the bar stool and immediately stumbled over his unstable feet.

"Hold on there," she said. Her hands, delicate but strong, gripped his arm. "I'll take care of you."

"Take care... of me." His world turned to black.


Day 2 (added: 2013/04/15)

John always hated hangovers, but this was different. He felt different. He felt soft blankets beneath him. He opened his eyes, but there was no morning light. He moved to wipe his eyes, but something held his wrist. His head was so cloudy; he had no idea what was going on.

"Hello, slave" A voice whispered, hot breath tickling his neck.

"Mrgmhmph?" He tried to speak, but something bitter tasting jammed his mouth open and smashed his tongue down into the bottom of his mouth. Now he was panicking. He thrashed his limbs, but he was held fast by his ankles and wrists.

"I know you have been waiting patiently, but now the time has come."

He moaned again, but a finger on his lips silenced him. The slender tip moved down his neck, trailing down his neck to his chest. Goosebumps shot up all over his skin, and he trembled at the feather-light touch. Another hand stroked his head, and then pulled off the material blocking his sight. He blinked, then his eyes focused on his unknown tormentor.

Next to him on a huge bed laid the dream girl made flesh, lying on her stomach gazing at him, a blindfold in one hand and the other tracing circles on his exposed chest. Her feet, bare except for black fishnets, bounced up in down like a schoolgirl as she grinned wickedly at her bound prey.

"After you passed out so handsomely at the bar, I managed to get you back here to your apartment. You looked like you would be out for a while so I took the liberty of surfing your computer. You should really learn to delete your browser history, you know, as well as hide your little toys a little better. It's a shame to leave such nice bonds unused." While she talked, John watched her free hand continue trailing down his chest before finally gripping his rapidly swelling cock and igniting a supernova of lust in his loins. His head swam with pleasure. It felt so good...

"Luckily for you, we have some common interests. Unluckily for you, I am no sub." She grinned at him; her eyes shining wickedly as her hand continued to absentmindedly manipulate his cock. Fear rippled through his stomach, along with a surprising tint of excitement.

He pulled again at his bonds. What was he thinking? This was not right. He was a man. How could he let someone half his size control him?

With an amused twitch of her lips, she grabbed his chin and jerked his gaze back to her face, forcing him to look deep into her eyes. They flashed a bright green, and in the emerald pools he saw a threat not voiced, a command left unsaid. His mind went blank and he slumped down into his sheets. She flashed him a smile full of joy and gratitude, and warm pleasure spread through his body for pleasing her. Oh. That's how.

"That's much better," she purred. Her free hand continued her careful ministrations, but his eyes stayed locked on her radiant face.

"The thing is, when I look at you, I do not see a dom. I see a slave still confused about who he really is." He couldn't tell if the sublime pleasure racing through his body was because of her hand stroking the head of his penis or because of the thought of being at the complete mercy of the beautiful woman before him.

"Here's the deal. You come home with me for a week as my personal slave, and I show you what you have been missing all your life. You refuse, and I untie you,leave right now and you never see me again." She played with a strap on the side of his face, and pulled the bit-gag, for that's what it was, from his speechless mouth. "Will you be mine?"

John was speechless. Here she was, literally the girl of his dreams, but it was all wrong. He had always thought he was a dom, that this situation would be different. He had done all the research to prepare himself, but now that he was here, he felt his security slipping away. He couldn't move an inch. Thick leather bound his hands and feet, and now he was entirely in the hands of this stranger, who could control him with a single finger on his cock.

He must have hesitated a bit too long, because she leaned forward close to him, her raven tresses falling over his chest. "I understand if you are having trouble deciding." She whispered into his ear. "However, if you say yes, know that you won't need to worry. I will take care of you, and of anything you need. Nobody will see you. Nobody will judge you. You will be all mine." Her lips burned on his neck, and he sighed. He arched his back, electrified by each sensual kiss. She sat up and straddled his chest, and his eyes were compelled to follow until he gazed up at her. She was so utterly delicate, yet so powerful. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I will push you farther than you have ever thought possible. I can make you feel things. All you have to do is say yes. Say 'yes, Mistress' and you will be mine."

She leaned down till her face was inches from his, so close he could count the freckles on her delicate nose. She gazed deep into his eyes with heavy lidded eyes; full lips parted and breathed hot, perfumed air down onto him. He closed his eyes as his head swam, and his dream from the night before slowly faded from his mind. A weakening part of him screamed in his head. What would happen to school, his job? How could he even be considering this? He breathed in, gathering the strength to refuse, but as he opened his eyes he was stopped.

For that brief moment, her facade broke, and the sad eyes that looked at him were the same ones that stared back at him in the mirror every morning. It was her eyes. In them he saw fear, worry and lust. In them he saw answers to the questions that haunted him. This was his chance. He knew he could not go back to his shitty life. He had to piece together this part of him, to understand. He had to know why he felt this way, why this appealed to him so much. He had to understand.

"Yes, Mistress. Make me yours." He breathed.

A smile lit up her face, making her look like a schoolgirl who just received a valentine. She giggled and stroked his face, and his eyes went dull with bliss. Everything would be all right.

"You will not regret it. Now, I need to pack up for the trip to my house." She jammed the bit back into his mouth before again placing him back into darkness with the blindfold. "There we can begin."

"Now don't go anywhere," she purred. John moaned in frustration as he felt her weight leave his chest, and he listened for clues on what would happen next. With his own blindfold, bit-gag and restraints securely strapped to his body, he could do nothing else.

"You have quite the stash in here." John could hear her rustling through his closet. "What were you going to do with this stuff by yourself? No matter. I should be able to whip something up."

John pulled at the cuffs. He tried frantically to remember what tools she might use on him, and with every recollection his fear grew. He had a dildo and a butt-plug, both equipped with vibrators, as well as various ropes, clamps and gags in addition to the restraints that trapped him. His collection had cost him what had seemed a fortune, but had never seemed enough. Now that it was going to be used on him, he regretted every purchase.

"Now, let's get you ready." He could hear her approaching, the slither of the rope in her arms filling him with dread. He had to get out of here. If she were going to take him anywhere, she would have to untie him from this bed. His muscles tensed to spring.

Suddenly, a single tip of a finger grazed his chest, sending electric sensations racing across his chest. It pulled away, and then after a few seconds circled his right nipple, then pulled away again. All thoughts of escape left his mind as his body eagerly awaited her attention. Her touch returned, sending a lightning bolt of sensation through his mind. This time it circled his bellybutton before trailing down to his now erect penis, lifting off then lightly gripping his shaft. "MMMMRGMMM!" He screamed through the gag jammed between his jaws and his back arched with pleasure. Again her touch left him, and he was left in blackness.

"Shut up, slave, and be still." Her hand returned to his cock, but instead of bestowing pleasure, it brought pain as the steely jaws of clamps gripped his sensitive scrotum. She took the slender chain secured to the clamp and tied it to the bed frame and pulled it taut. He lay frozen on the bed, his escape thwarted. In the back of his mind, he was dimly aware of her pulling the cuffs from his wrists, but he could do nothing with her flicking the chain in silent warning. His limp arms were folded at the elbow, and then silky rope swiftly wrapped around them until they were effectively glued to his upper arms. His legs followed, and before he knew it, he was again helpless. Arms, slender but strong, scooped him up and lifted him from the bed. He was inverted, and then laid on his stomach on floor.

"Stay!" he heard her command, and she padded away again leaving him in darkness. He slowly rose up onto his knees and elbows, but as soon as tried to move, pain erupted from his balls as the clamp pulled at his sensitive scrotum.

"I can't believe it," he thought. "She tied me down by my balls!" He struggled to stay perfectly still, but as he trembled the clamp sent pain shooting through him. He could not believe how quickly he had been reduced to this, a quivering pile of flesh bound on the floor. His lack of sight and control magnified every twinge of pain.

"Oh, silly me, I almost forgot. One last thing." Her benevolent hands returned, caressing his exposed ass lovingly, one finger creeping between his cheeks to poke at his rear entrance. He recognized the cold, slick touch of lubricant. "Oh, god, no." he thought. Her finger plunged into his asshole as she did her best to stretch his anus. He tried to pull away, but was stopped fast as the chain pulled taught. He sunk his teeth into the rubber of the bit. When she was sure he was greased up, the probing finger withdrew and began stroking his sore testicles.

The hand caressing his ass moved down to stroke his erect penis. Her pace quickened and his mind began to drift. Her hot lips kissed at his ass and balls as she worked his cock and he felt a familiar pressure building in his loins. He thrust forward into her hand, the pain of the clamp forgotten... no, not forgotten... combining with the force of the pleasure as he rode a tidal wave of sensations. His balls tightened as he began to cum, and at the peak of pleasure the vibrating butt plug slammed into his ass and was buried deep within him.

"MMGGGMRHGM!" His whole body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through his body like a firestorm, the strongest he had ever experienced. The ecstasy was a hot blaze in his mind and body, and it left him bereft of all sense of self. He could do nothing as every cell in his body became ablaze with sensation.

Before it had begun to fade, she yanked his balls with the chain. His brain was overloaded with pleasure and he followed the tugs mindlessly. It was a struggle to crawl like this on his elbows and knees like a dog, but that was a distant concern. All he could think about was the dual sensations of the insistent pull of the clamp and the deep rumblings of the plug within him.

His orgasmic high began to fade as he trundled along, but instead of fading completely, the rumblings in his ass kept him floating above the clouds. The carpet beneath him turned to wood, and the wood turned to cement. Still he crawled, eager to keep up with the gentle tugs on his "leash."

Nimble fingers brushed his ass and the vibrations ceased and the blindfold was ripped from his head. He looked around, blinking stupidly, until he finally recognized where he was. He was crouched on the sidewalk outside of his apartment building; his Mistress standing with his leash coiled around one hand while she unlocked the doors of a red corvette parked along the street. It was very early morning, and the sun was slowly creeping up over the tops of buildings. He began to slowly descend from the heights of his orgasm and he realized he had crawled, naked and bound like a dog, out of the apartment and into the street. Fear gripped him and he searched around for any bystanders.

The car door clicked open, and strong arms seized him again as he was lifted into the car onto soft leather seats. The door slammed behind him and he heard heels clicking around the car until his Mistress pulled open the opposite door. She had changed back into the red cocktail dress from the bar, and she wore strappy high heels. If not for her strange pet, she looked like a sweet college girl returning from a late night of dancing. She looked over at him with an innocent grin and he felt weak in the knees. After clicking in her seatbelt she took his leash and drew him over until he lay across the center console, his head over her lap. "Lick softly," she commanded as she pulled the bit from his mouth.

"Please, you ca... AAA!" She yanked violently on the chain and John quickly shut his mouth. Her green eyes bore into him. He trembled as he struggled to return her gaze, then sighed and lowered his head in resignation. Her smile dazzled him, and his head swam with pleasure at pleasing his mistress. She lifted the front of her dress and laid it over his head, and John found himself face to face with her neat, shaven pussy.

"I said lick. I want to be nice and hot by the time we get to my house, but don't you dare get carried away. Neither of us are cumming 'til I say so. We wouldn't want to crash, now would we?" She shoved his head between her shapely thighs, driving his nose between her engorged lips. Her scent, musky and sweet, swept through his mind in a velvet wave and he could do nothing as he sank into her iron embrace. Just as he began to succumb to the sweet sensations, he was brought back to reality as she tugged again on the leash.

"Feel that? Consider that your brake. It will make sure you are going the right speed. Don't worry, I'll make sure you are enjoying yourself." Her fingers danced lightly on his ass and he jumped as his rear erupted in heavy vibrations once again. She slapped it for good measure. "Come on then," she cooed.

He didn't have a choice. He dove into it, rubbing his nose on her engorged clitoris while he lapped at her lips. He felt the engine roar to life beneath him, and he had to dig his knees and elbows into the supple leather seat to keep from falling over as she drove him away from his old life.

John tried to keep track of the direction the car was traveling, but he was understandably distracted. The plug in his ass felt like it was trying to grind its way through his prostate, and the shaven mound presented was steamy and responsive to his touch. The situation was overwhelming him. He probed and licked, deeper and faster, and she squirmed in her seat delectably and yanked on his "brake." Disappointment welled up in him and he whined, and he heard a giggle as she played with his ass.

"Down, boy! You have yet to feel a real punishment." John took a different tact, and kissed along her thighs. He was rock hard, but she kept her promise. Neither of them was going to cum until she decided. She was the one in control.

The trip continued like this for some time as John's desire continued to grow. He repeatedly tried to sneak past her defenses and send her past the boiling point, but always a painful yank on his balls compelled him to stop. He was sure that if only he could make her cum, to take that little bit of control back, it would send him over the top as well. As it was a dull ache was spreading from his loins. He had to cum soon. His mind was consumed with a need for release. Eventually, his control began to wane. Pulling away from her sex, he began to grind his cock against the seat. The soft leather felt so good, and his knees wobbled.

"No!" He heard a mighty slap, and almost as an echo extreme pain erupted from his ass. SLAP. It happened again, and a whimper escaped his lips. Once, twice, thrice more he was struck, then she savagely gripped his cock and squeezed. He had ached for her touch the entire ride, but not this.

'Get this straight. You do not have permission to cum. Your cock became mine when you gave yourself to me. If you cum without my permission even once, I will make sure you pay." She twisted again, and he felt her wrap the slender chain of the leash around his member.

"It is two miles to my house, but luckily it is all private. You must make me climax before we reach the house, slave, but only me." She tied the leash to the ring at the end of the plug and pulled it taut. Immediately, the vibrations traveled down to his cock, and the stimulation made his vision go blurry. She pulled his head from under the dress and once again he found himself trapped by her gaze. Her steely green eyes bore into him and scrutinized all of his desires. Then, as his fear grew, her gaze softened, and her armor fell.

"I told you that I would take care of you, keep you safe. If you really want to do this, you have to trust me. When I say you cannot cum, I am asking you to trust that I know what is best for you." She blushed prettily and kissed him full on the lips. It was deep and forceful, and he reeled in ecstasy from the sweet taste of her. She ravaged his face and her lips relentlessly roved his face. He felt her confidence crack and the kiss turned desperate. She bit, sucked, licked and kissed, and where their skin touched he burned. He could feel her emotions pouring into him, and beneath the confidence and lust he sensed a plea for trust. It was a kiss unlike anything he had ever experienced. Then, as fast as it had gone, the Mistress returned and he fell back under her power.

"I assure you, any pleasure you get now will not be worth it." Her voice took on a chill he had not thought possible. "Don't you trust your Mistress?" She slammed her foot down on the gas. The acceleration forced his face back into her awaiting pussy, and she trapped his head between his thighs. He needed no further encouragement, and dove right to work. He licked, sucked and kissed, trying to match the desperation and passion of the kiss still burning on his lips. The world became polarized between the deep vibrations filling his ass and cock, and the warm and sensual thighs writhing in pleasure from his assault. The fires in his loins rose once again, but he clenched his floor muscles and resisted. He would please his mistress. He would do her proud.

The pussy before him was self-lubricating at a rapid rate and muscles rippled along her thighs. She began thrusting her thighs into his face, and it was all he could do to keep going. The car swerved along the driveway at breakneck speeds, and time was running out. He nuzzled and kissed at her clitoris, and his fires grew as she climbed ever higher. His cock bulged with the effort of holding it in.

The car spun, and wheels screeched as it swerved to a halt. Mistress cried out and her thighs clenched and trembled as she came. John tasted her juices as they flowed, but he did not cease his efforts. She rose higher and higher and screamed. Her trembling slowed, and she fell back into the seat, gasping for air and enjoying the sweat steam off of her body. She grinned down at the bound figure next to her, but froze as she spotted something. A stream of semen had shot out of his cock. He had cum. John panicked and prepared for her wrath.

"Well, well, well. What a naughty pup." Her mouth stretched into the most diabolical smile he had ever seen. "I am going to have to teach you one hell of a lesson."

Shutting off the vibrator, she unhooked the chain and began pulling him along. He scrambled from the slick seat and tumbled onto the lawn that stood before the most incredible house he had ever seen. It floated over the edge of a pristine lake, supported by black iron stilts, and then spread organically along the rocky hill. The walls were a deep, black hardwood, and they framed huge windows letting the setting sun turning the air gold. Through the glass he could see elaborate furnishings, dark marble, thick rugs and a kitchen containing more high-tech equipment than the lab at college. He spotted a dog cage in the plush white living room, and a pool reflecting the mountain that rose stately behind the lake. His jaw dropped, and she seized the opportunity to jam the bit back in his mouth and buckle it onto his head.

"Don't worry, I will make sure to give you the whole tour soon," she purred as she tugged him along by his sore crotch. "However, I think we will start with the bedroom."

She led him through the house, and he looked around as he saw paintings of beautiful vistas, woven rugs of Navajo make and a dining table of exquisite mahogany. He followed her through the house and they stood in the bedroom. Her massive down bed overlooked the lake directly, and he could see a worn chair sitting on the balcony. He was led across the hardwood floor, and then roughly lifted onto the bed with his leash quickly chained to a ring on the headboard. He could only watch as his Mistress strode into her closet and out of sight, blowing a kiss to him as she went.

"What kind of punishment could she possibly mean?" he thought. "I don't know how much more I can take."

After a few minutes of him pacing on the soft bed, she strutted out of the closet on ballet boots as she buckled a garter belt to dark silk leggings. The straps on her thighs framed her trimmed pussy. Her chest had a leather corset cinched around it, but it stopped short of her soft breasts. She was practically skipping across the room and the swaying of her hips mesmerized him. She pulled her long raven hair into a ponytail then turned and looked down at her prey. His stomach dropped. She grinned gleefully at his dumbstruck expression.

First, she reached under the bed and pulled out a heavy trunk, which popped, open at her touch. He could not see the contents, but she withdrew two bits of leather, a small leather case, a small riding crop, a bundle of latex and rubber and half a dozen belts. The leather strips turned out to be small mittens that, as she unwrapped his arms, she buckled them onto his hands and trapping them. Then, flicking the leash chain to keep him well behaved, she wrapped one belt around his waist and his wrists were locked into loops on the front side. He was again helpless.

The small leather case was next. Inside, strangely enough, was a plastic box from which a dozen wires emerged from. She unwrapped what looked like adhesive electrodes and hooked them to the wires. Now he was getting nervous. She stuck electrodes to his shoulders, his thighs, stomach, calves and ass and each on each one cold gel made him shiver. She quickly grabbed the remaining belts and buckled them along his body, pausing only to remove the butt-plug, unbind his legs of rope and buckle them together with the belts. He was now laid straight and helpless on the bed with his cock erect like a flagpole before him. She unclipped the clamp from his aching sack and he growled into his gag as blood rushed back into it. Where was this going?

His answer took the form of the bundle of rubber. She shook it out, and his heart raced as he beheld a gag, one side a small inflatable bulb and the other a large phallus forever erect. She was going to strap a dildo to his face.

"Time for a new game, slave." She roughly pulled the bit from his face and jammed in the bulb. A few pumps later and his cheeks were puffing out to cope with the volume. The dildo stuck straight out from his mouth, and her purpose became clear as she straddled him, facing towards his legs, and lowered herself on the intruder. He felt deja vu of the car ride here, as his sole view became a tight pink asshole framed by perfect, creamy cheeks. Her thighs clamped onto his head live a vice.

"I don't need you to do much here. Just enjoy the ride. I could tell you not to cum, but I am here to make sure that is not a problem." The crop whipped through the air and struck his shaft, but he could barely get a whimper through the gag. Suddenly, the electrodes began activating around his body. He felt sharp prickly pain as each muscle forcefully contracted. His body was forced into a rhythm of painful stretches and twinges, but the belts kept him at the mercy of their whim. Again the crop struck his cock and she began to slowly ride up and down on his face.

The pattern of the electrodes shifted and sped up. He clenched his cheeks over the vibrating plug over and over again, and his legs were stuck sticking straight out under the electrical assault. Faster she rode him, and punctuated every other rise with a strike to his cock. It refused to soften. Despite the pain his mind felt afire with lust. Her cheeks slammed again and again into his face. The minutes stretched on, but time seemed to stretch and warp. His only timepiece was the smacks to his cock, and those she kept unpredictable, surprising, and extremely painful.

Suddenly, her thighs clamped hard on his head and he felt the muscles of her legs twitch and spasm. Warm liquid trickled onto his face. She had cum. Though her gyrations ceased he was still shocked and assaulted by the electrodes. She climbed off his face and lay next to him on the bed. She giggled at the sight of his struggles, then with a wink turned and took his erect and sore cock in her mouth.

His body became ablaze with lust. Her tongue moved expertly and evoked sensations he had never before imagined. He had been good. He had made her happy...

As quickly as it had come, her mouth withdrew. Rising up onto her knees, she looked directly into his eyes and swung the crop in a cruel arc. An explosion of pain erupted through his body and he thrashed in pain. Her assault continued for a dozen strokes, and marked his cock, chest, legs and ass multiple times. The entire time she had gazed into his eyes with a burning intensity.

She returned to her throne atop his face, and the cycle began. Again he was driven to frustration, again he was brought to the edge of release and again the biting crop thrashed him. Hot tears of frustration and pain ran down his face, but his passion grew unabated. He nuzzled at her rear, thrust at her face and trembled at her blows, but not once did he soften. She claimed orgasm after orgasm for herself, all the while denying him the ecstasy she was enjoying. He lost track of the cycles and the steps blurred together until he was a sweating, quivering, heaving pile of flesh, entirely focused on an overwhelming need.

After one final ride on his face, his tormenter shut off the electrodes at last and he lay utterly limp. She returned to licking at his cock and he began to hope that this would be it. His passions rose and rose and he felt like he was going to crack under the pressure and right at the brink of heaven, she retreated.

"Mmmmmgmgmgmg!" He screamed at the heavens in a rage. How could he go on? He was not unlike a slobbering animal at this point. He would have done anything for that final push over the edge. She responded to his groans with another dazzling smile and drew a thick leather collar from the trunk and buckled it around his neck. She followed it with leather mittens that locked onto his wrists and attached to a hobble chain to his ankles via padded handcuffs. After untying the straps and removing the electrodes, he attached a leash to his collar and pulled him from the bed.

He padded along like a faithful dog, and her swaying ass made a lovely sight for him to watch. Finally, she drew him into the dog cage she had seen earlier. After he had crawled inside, she removed the gag and locked the door with a padlock. She clicked across the room and turned to gaze at him. He here was, crouched in a dog cage complete with mitts, hobble and collar.

"Wha... aaaaaaugh!" He opened his mouth to speak but his neck exploded in agony. The collar had shocked him!

"Nah ah ah! Puppies don't talk. I think a little time to cool off is just what you need. After all, Mistress has some work to do. Oh, and I'm Katie. It was very nice to meet you." She waved a dainty farewell and walked off, leaving him to his thoughts.

Katie strutted into her bedroom, a grin on her face. What a wonderful find! She could hardly believe her fortune. Here was a handsome guy completely at her control, and judging from his constant erection he was enjoying it as much as she was. Who would have thought she would enjoy domination so much?

She pulled up her e-mail on her computer; sending short messages out to friends letting them know she would be busy this week. She then went to an online catalogue to order some choice equipment. It was strange to surf through the items built for men, but she figured that the application was the same.

She checked on her charge occasionally, but she spent the next few hours eating breakfast while reading her book on knots. She was very excited to finally put her knowledge to use, and her hands itched as she practiced with a short silken cord. The possibilities seemed endless.

BING! She jumped at the sound, and then sighed as she realized it was only her computer. She had forgotten to sign out of her email and someone had messaged her. She pulled up the IM and her stomach dropped.

"CropandSwitch: What is this about u being busy?"

Air hissed through her teeth and anger flushed her cheeks as she tapped out a reply. "I don't think that is any of your business anymore."

"B.S." came the reply. "Don't tell me you picked up some asshole at the club. I told you I don't trust those guys."

"I wouldn't go to that club on pain of death. Now fuck off!" She moved the cursor to close the window, but the response was too quick.

"Katie, I won't let you ignore me this time. You owe me more than that."

She had to laugh at that. "What is stopping me?"

"This." A picture appeared in the IM window, one that was horribly familiar, but he was not done. "No person cares about you the way I do. No person can make you feel the way I do. You think taking off the collar let you off the hook? Think again."

Tears welled up in her eyes and her neck prickled uncomfortably. Her hands shook as she typed out "I told you to delete those."

"I am full of surprises." There was a pause, then "Come back to me, Kate. You know we are meant for each other. The second you put that collar back on you will regret ever leaving. It is who you are."

She paused, and then typed, "Does this mean you will switch now?"

It took a while for the response, but then "You know I can't do that."

She angrily closed the window, nearly cracking the keyboard open. How dare he. He had obviously not lost his talent for breaking her down. No person could resist his control. He could break even the most spirited girl in minutes, and then reduce them to a quivering pile of flesh bent to his will. It had been sublime and she had thought it was what she wanted, until he had broken her trust.

Doubt nagged at her. Why couldn't she get a hold of herself? What kind of mistress was she? She had promised herself that she wouldn't go back to that controlling ass. Besides, she had business to take care of. Walking back into the living room she was pleased to see her little slave still tucked away into the cage. She would show him

John's stomach dropped as he saw his mistress return naked to the room, swinging a key ring around one finger, but something seemed different. Her eyes, while as steely as ever, were red and puffy and her grin seemed strained. He didn't have much time to dwell on it as she unlocked the cage, took off the collar, pulled him out and onto his feet and locked the mitts together behind his back. She gripped his balls and he struggled not to trip on the hobble chain as she tugged him back into the bedroom.

"Now hold still, babe." She stepped on the hobble chain before shoving him from behind and he fell face-forward onto the bed. It happened so fast, and before he realized it she had replaced his hobble with rope. She sat on his legs and wove the cords up his body. When his body was trapped in a complex shibari harness, her weight left his body and he sighed in relief. The ropes did not even feel very tight. As he tested his bonds he did not notice her loop a rope through a pulley on the ceiling.

With a sudden yank on a cord, John was hoisted into the air by his ankles and left dangling with his head only a foot above the sheets. He could feel blood rushing to his as she secured the rope to a ring on the headboard. Lying back onto her stomach, she leaned in close to his inverted face and cradled it softly in her warm hands. Her piercing gaze bore into him and he once again felt a terrifying sense of vulnerability and transparency. Here he was, dangling like a fly in a web. From her gaze he could hide nothing, only submit.

"Relax," she said, stroking his hair. "I have you now. You have nothing to fear." A blush lit up her face as she closed her eyes and their lips met, but the kiss was not desperate like before, but gentle and loving. She ran her hands through his hair as the kiss drew on, and his muscles went slack and his mind went blank with bliss. Her lips ignited passion deep within him, but he let her set the pace. He did not try to hurry her pace. He did not dare to question her.

With a final nibble on his lips, she pulled away and stretched back onto the sheets. She reached back and untied the rope from the headboard and John slowly descended until his head dropped between her legs and he was once again facing her nether lips. Before he could pull away her thighs gripped his head in vice-like grip.

"I was very impressed with your work in the car, but I think you can do better. I thought this would give you a fresh perspective." She nimbly retied the rope to the headboard, grinning in satisfaction. "If you do a really good job, you might just get a reward." John needed no more urging. He dug in.

Katie was stunned by his intensity. His nose was driven between her lips and his tongue stroked at her kit. Her lust grew, and she began to grind her hips against his face. John kept at it, determined to claim his reward. She smiled at his eagerness, then reached up and flicked at his nipples until they swelled. John gasped as she twisted them painfully, but her hips continued to rub against him insistently.

Eventually, his hard work paid off. The first orgasm came quickly and he eagerly licked up her juices. The moans, the thrusting, the blood rushing to his head, her scent, and the taste of her juices was driving him nuts and it was all he could do to keep up his efforts. She came again and ground her crotch into his face, and he gasped as when her finger pried at his anus.

She pulled herself up onto her knees and hugged his body close, keeping his head trapped between her legs. As she started to cum for the third time, she struck his ass and it erupted in pain. She slapped his ass again and his concentration slipped. His tongue grew numb and his head felt faint. How much longer could he keep this up? She continued to spank him, each strike more painful than before, but despite it all he rallied. He brought her to climax once again and he sensed that another was not far off.

Her hands moved down to his chest and twisted his nipples again, but he was beyond caring now and worked desperately at her crotch. Finally she came explosively and fell backwards onto the bed, her chest heaving and shaking with ecstasy. Freed from her thighs he swung slowly from the rope, panting and laying limp in the rope harness trapping his sweating body.

"Wow. That was incredible. I think you deserve a treat after all that work, but first, lets get a little more comfortable." She slowly lowered him and laid him sideways across the bed. In a few swift movements she had drew the rope around his legs under the bed, then tied his wrists to it. As she tightened it, he felt his joints pop as he was ruthlessly stretched as if on a rack.

She slapped his exposed thigh playfully with her hand, and then climbed off the bed. "With all the excitement, we have overlooked a few ground rules, but I think you will be a quick learner. First of all, if you are lucky enough to have that mouth of yours ungagged, you will speak only when spoken to, and always by saying 'Yes, mistress,' 'No, mistress' or 'Thank you, mistress,' unless directed otherwise. Second, you will put your mistress' needs first. You will get only what you earn."

She climbed on top of him and slowly impaled herself on his swollen member, and her hot lips kissed at his neck. She kissed him again, a savage lust lending a wild energy to her movements, and she began moving her hips. The tips of her breasts grazed hot on his chest and drove him wild, but still she kept a slow pace that kept him from the edge. Katie rode on, and he arched his back against the ropes as his heart beat faster and his chest heaved, but there was nothing he could do to hurry it along.

John could feel a sense of security creep across him. His bonds were inescapable and rigorous and he had never had sex in such a passive role, but Katie had always treated him with a tenderness that surprised him. He felt like he could stay here, held in her arms, for the rest of his life. John had never felt so safe. His conscious mind melted away as pressure built inside of him, but he could only lay still as she played with his passions. He could only hope for her to have mercy and release him.

Her hands moved down to her clit and began to rub, and John could see elation spread across her face as her tempo increased. "Please, mistress. Please," he begged, but she silenced him with another energetic kiss. His mistress was not unkind, however, and her pace continued to quicken.

Her gyrations had built to a fever pitch at this point, and finally they were both pushed over the edge. They came, simultaneously and explosively, and then collapsed gasping with Katie's soft body wound around his. After a few minutes of her kissing his bound body, she loosed the rope tying him to the bed and, curling up in the soft sheets, he fell asleep in her arms.


He awoke in darkness, alone. Dim moonlight came through the windows to cast long shadows across the unfamiliar room, and he realized he was suddenly free of rope. The double doors to the rest of the house lay open, and he found himself standing up and cautiously walking through them. The rest of the house was cloaked in darkness, but he blinked in surprise as a lamp switched on, illuminating the dog cage and something metal within. He peered in close, and through the bars he glimpsed a silver collar, adorned with only a single ring.

As he pondered this, John was shoved from behind and tumbled into the cage. He spun around to see a feminine silhouette, lamplight glinting off of red hair. Her face moved into the light and he gasped as he recognized his ex-girlfriend. The cage door locked shut before he could reach it, and she skipped back as he struggled to open it.

"I figured you would end up somewhere like this, trapped by your own pervy little kink." She pulled her sweater off, and then began to shimmy out of her skinny jeans. John was scared. He had never meant for this to get out, and her face, which had seemed so soft and sweet last time he had seen her, was severe and cruel in the dim light. "What kind of damaged freak took you in, anyway?"

John gazed up at her between the wires of the cage door, and his tongue felt numb in his mouth. She was now wearing only her underwear, and her lean, muscular body towered above him, terrible in its beauty. Goosebumps broke out over his skin and he wished he could melt through the floor of the cage, anything but to be trapped and exposed. He felt a familiar tingle, and he was horrified to see his cock begin to rise.

"What is this? You little slut! I thought you were the one who tied people up. Jesus Christ, how did I ever go for a freak like you?" He opened his mouth to protest, but gagged on something bitter. A ball jammed in between his teeth and straps snaked around his head to buckle tightly behind his head. A muffled scream escaped from around the rubber as he saw lengths of hempen rope slither in between the bars of the cage. One by one the cords began twining around his body faster than he could throw them off, and with cold efficiency his limbs were slowly pulled into a painful hogtie. He felt a yank on the main knot and suddenly he was dangling painfully from the top of the cage.

"Don't fight it," came a whisper from the darkness. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Doesn't this turn you on?" Panic lent strength to his struggle, but with every thrash of his body the bonds grew tighter. She watched him coldly, rubbing and stroking herself, her face flushed with power. Tendons popped and his muscles screamed until he was bent into a perfect bow, leaving him completely immobile. Her cruel laughs turned to moans as she fingered herself to completion while he could do nothing but watch, his bonds growing ever tighter. He shook his head and snorted in terror and his mind tumbled into oblivion.

"Look at me." A clear and commanding voice pulled him from the edge. He looked up. Eyes, green, piercing, and radiating concern, paralyzed him and the world around him evaporated. John's mind faded under the onslaught until his fear, shame and paranoia had disappeared and all that was left was the gaze. A hand stroked his cheek, and he leaned into it, the touch filling him with elation.

"Let go of it all. I am here now, and I told you I would take care of you." Soft hands reached within the cage and picked up the collar from the floor beneath him, and he felt the sting of the cold metal on his bare skin. John closed his eyes, his heart pounding, but then the collar was pulled away.

"A slave gets a collar, but you are no slave yet. You have to earn it." He heard the whistle of a crop, and he braced himself.


Day 3 (added: 2013/05/26)

John bolted upright, cold sweat pouring down his heaving chest. He realized he was back in bed, the morning light filtering through the window turning the room gold. He felt disturbed. Everything had happened so fast, and now he had no idea what it was he wanted anymore. Katie had dropped into his life like a meteor and had shown him things, wonderful things, yet he still felt far from understanding what it all meant. She had a strange way of just shutting off his brain and filling it with her passion.

After giving himself a quick pinch to ensure he was awake this time, he took stock of his situation. The rope had unraveled from his wrists and his muscles ached from the events of the previous day. Next to him on the bed laid Katie, sublime in her sleep, and he felt like tearing up at the sight of her. A small, insipid part of his brain tried to mention that she was more curvy than skinny, that her face was not perfectly symmetrical, that the beginnings of acne was trying to take hold around her neck, that her breasts were only in the B cup range, that her freckled skin was slightly mottled from yesterdays exertions, but it went ignored. To pick apart Katie and regard her as sections and body parts seemed a crime to him. The beauty of her form lay not with the bits that went into it, but in the way those parts were put together.

She rolled over in her sleep, and his eyes were again drawn to her face. There was power there, the dim reflection of a mind sharp and brilliant, and he puzzled at how her face managed to be so expressive even in sleep. Her brow was furrowed, lips pouting and jaw tight, but it communicated vast amounts of frustration, pain and sadness. It looked like he was not the only one to have disturbing dreams.

A feeling of incompetence overwhelmed him. Who was he to be a part of her life? She had shown her worth many times over, and her bravery and saved him from herself, but he had done nothing but reluctantly submit, more out of selfish curiosity than anything. She had seen into him and drawn his very soul into light, but what had he done for her? He stood up, his jaw set. If he were to be her slave, this would have to shift. He would show her what he was made of, and he knew just the way to do it.

Though it pained him, he turned his gaze from her sleeping form. He would need his mind clear for this. John climbed out of bed and strode out into the kitchen.

Katie neck was itching again. Light bled through her closed eyelids, but she did not want to open them just yet. She had dreamt of the picture, lived through it yet again. Wrists and ankles bolted to the floor, side by side, hips raised lewdly into the air. Exposed. Vulnerable. Again and again the lightning bite of a whip, tearing her mind apart with desperate pain. Teeth biting into rubber, jaws aching and body quaking. She wanted satisfaction, but there was none to be had as he laid into her again and again. The metal circling her neck, inescapable...

Air whistled through her nose and she tried to push that old scar from her mind. She had thought that time would dull that particular memory but it still seemed to pierce her. "Oh well," she thought. "I just need to make myself busy." She opened her eyes, slowly at first, and then threw them wide in surprise.

While she had slept, her hands and legs had been tied with silk scarves and spread to the corners of the bed. It was not tight, but inescapable nonetheless. Before her on the bed lay John sat on the bed next to her, holding a plate piled with breakfast. He had made pancakes and scrambled eggs, and her stomach growled at the sight.

"Before you say anything, mistress, let me explain," John said, tripping over words nervously. "You have been working so hard lately taking care of me, I wanted to take care of you, give you time to just relax. If this is... not okay you can tell me, but I wanted to..."

Despite herself, Katie had to smile at him fumbling for words. It was one thing to take in a stranger and leave him tied up for a week, but quite another to let him tie her up. Still, she knew the affect she had on him. Perhaps this would be... educational for them both.

"We will see about your punishment later, do not worry, but I would like some breakfast." She fluttered her eyelashes at him and was gratified to see him blush. The nightmare from before was fading from her mind, and she wiggled deeper into the soft sheets.

John lay next to her and fed her and himself the warm food. Katie was surprised at how good the food tasted, and she felt her humanity return. She was not a morning person, but there were worse ways to wake up. While they ate, John asked her polite questions about why she had chosen him. She had to admit that had heard about him through the gossip grapevine, some poor guy who misjudged his vanilla girlfriend. She wasn't at college anymore, but she had gone to the local bars hoping to see him there, and had lucked out the first night. His face darkened at the mention of his ex, but then he asked a question that caught her off guard. "But how... how did you know to tie me up?"

Now it was her turn to blush. "I didn't, really. Listen, I really need a shower," she said, trying to change the subject. Truth be told, it was his eyes. She had seen a little bit of herself in him, but the idea of telling him that now frightened her. She had to keep in control.

"A shower? Please, let me. I'll clean you up." John reached down into her trunk and withdrew a plastic ziptie, the kind that police used in lieu of handcuffs. She tensed a little when he untied her wrists, but allowed him to secure them behind her back and pull her from the bed. From there he led her gingerly by the arm to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She had not expected this development, but his grip was gentle and she certainly needed the wash. John closed the glass door of the walk-in shower stall behind them and, with the warm water cascading down them both, began to wash her. He took a washcloth, soaked it in soap, and gently began to caress her body, and Katie closed her eyes to enjoy his attentions.

He started low, scrubbing her feet and legs before traveling upwards. His hands slowly scrubbed and rubbed between her thighs, then teasingly skirted her mound to travel behind her and slip between her cheeks. She began to protest, but his hot lips touched hers and silenced her. The caress became two-fold as his hands traveling up her body, scrubbing diligently, while his lips slowly kissed their way down her neck. Steaming water fell on her upturned face, her lips parting in a gasp as his lips and hands met at her breasts. Her erect nipples were drawn into his mouth, licking and caressing them while his hands scrubbed away. Katie's composure was lost at this point, and she rubbed her body against his in a desperate bid to sate the fire growing within her. Liquid trickled from her slit to mingle with the water traveling down her body.

Discarding the washcloth, he circled behind her and began to scrub her hair with shampoo. His lips traveled up and down her neck, and her hands, bound behind her, discovered his erect cock. She began to stroke it, but he pulled them away. "Not now, dear," his voice whispered in her ear, "This is for you to enjoy."

He finished scrubbing her hair and let the water rinse it clean as his hands traveled down to her slit, and she cried out as his fingers plunged within her. In and out they went, a rough thumb rubbing at her clit, and the moans ripped from her throat. She squirmed, slick and slippery in his embrace, and he gently pulled back her face with his free hand. A finger slipped into her mouth, and she sucked at it mindlessly as the orgasm began to build. She felt like she was at the edge of a precipice, ready to plunge. She raised a leg and braced it against the wall, pushing back against him with all of her might. Then, with a sigh, she shuddered into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. It spread like a wildfire across her body, and John had to catch her as her legs went limp. She felt herself lowered delicately to the ground, spasms of ecstasy still running across her, and when it finally subsided to a warm glow she opened her eyes.

John's face hovered above, grinning like an idiot down at her. Her head was in his lap, and he stroked her face absentmindedly as he shut off the water. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, though thankfully they were lost in the water. She had cum many times while bound, but nothing like this. There was nothing violent or desperate about this.

A smile lifted the corner of her lips and she closed her eyes as he lifted her up and carried her out of the shower and laid her back on her feet. She had to lean on the sink counter as he dried her with a towel, so utterly was she spent. It was hard to keep track of anything as she followed him back to bed.

John's plan was almost complete. There was only one thing left to do. He cut the zip-tie and then rebound her wrists in front of her with leather cuffs chained to the bed before locking them with a padlock. The key he had looped to a length of twine he had found, then frozen in a small cube of ice. This he placed around her neck like a pendant, and her eyes shot open at the sting of the ice. "Almost there," he thought, and kissed her once on the forehead and laid a finger on her lips to keep her quiet.

"The ice will melt in a few minutes," he told her, "and you will be able to free yourself." Her eyes were filled with confusion, but he turned away from her and walked back over to the trunk. Half a dozen items were pulled from its depths: a hood, cuffs, a spreader bar and a panel gag. The gag went first, and his stomach trembled as he buckled it behind his head. He carried the rest over to where he had earlier hung a chain from a ring in the ceiling. The spreader bar went next, and his legs were spread helplessly wide. With a gulp, he placed his hands behind his back and clicked the cuffs, tied together with a small chain, shut on his wrists. He had examined them earlier and found that they locked automatically, and the catch that released them was unreachable with them on. This next bit was the most frightening, as there was no way out, but he steeled his resolve. Katie watched, her mouth open in amazement, as he bent over and finally slipped the chain between the cuffs into a spring-loaded catch at the end of the chain. This was it. He was now bent over in a strapado to await release.

John's timing was perfect, and the ice finally melted enough for her to release herself from the bed. Katie strode over to the bed, incredulity apparent in her eyes as she circled him to make sure he was helpless. A laugh, wild and gleeful, ripped from her lips and she gave his exposed backside a painful pinch.

"Aren't you full of surprises? That was a blast to watch, though I think you missed something." She pulled the leather panel from his mouth just long enough to jam her panties into his mouth, immediately sealing them back in again. He scent filled his mouth, making him weak at the knees.

She kneeled in front of him and cupped his chin in her hands, and her eyes were filled with glee as she grinned at him and flicked at his nipples. "It seems I underestimated you, sweetie. Now I am sure that I made the right choice." She scattered his thoughts as her hand began to trace circles on the head of his penis. "You see, I was saving something for later, but you have just been such a fast learner I think we should move up the schedule." She stood up and walked over to her toy trunk, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she went. He wasn't sure whether to be excited or nervous, so he ended up being both.

"First, we need to do a little housekeeping. I need to make sure everything is squeaky clean before we move forward." John's eyes widened as she pulled an enema bag from the trunk. There were certainly plenty of novelties among her toys and he had thought the bag one of them.

When she returned to his side, she must have sensed his uneasiness as a comforting hand returned to his cock. "Oh, sweetie, it will be alright. I know you are nervous, but you will do it for me, won't you?" He nodded his head, and graced him with another smile. "I know you can do it. Besides, I think you will learn to enjoy it. You know how persuasive I can be." She disappeared from his view, and every one of his senses went on high alert as he waited for her to make the next move. The sound of the sink running echoed from the bathroom.

He tried to think of what would come next. Katie had already made him up as a dog, and he did not think she would repeat herself. There had been no strap-ons or chastity belts in the trunk, though it did not rule it out. A pillory lay in the closet, disassembled, as well as a St. Andrews cross, but what did that have to do with his poor butthole? "Oh dear god... Anal beads?" He didn't know if he liked that idea, but he didn't soften either.

Something cold pressed at his anus and shocked him out of his reverie. Her finger, coated in lubricant, probed at his hole, delicately but forceful enough to ensure he was well coated. His pelvic muscles clenched reflexively, but she slapped his ass in warning. With a sigh, he tried to relax them and bow to the inevitable as the finger was replaced with the enema tube. He gritted his teeth as the first bulb was worked in. He knew there would be two bulbs, one on the inside and one on the outside that created the seal and ensure that he could not remove it.

"Hush, hush. Your anus is mine for the week; remember? I want it squeaky clean." The bag was hung from the chain, and she twisted the valve open. Almost immediately warmth began to spread into his abdomen. It felt nice in a way, like the way a hot meal feels in the stomach. "Maybe I was worrying too much," he thought.

As the bag continued to empty, pressure built. A groan emanated through the gag as his gut distended under the pressure, and the dull ache quickly became a cramp as the water worked its way in. He twisted his head, and his eyes widened as he saw that the bag was practically still full. She meant for him to take it all?

Katie's soft grip again graced his cock, teasing it back to full length. "Don't forget that this cock is my property as well," she whispered. "And every orgasm you get from it is a rare privilege, not a right. However, you were very sweet in the shower, so I am going to even the score." John snorted loudly through his nose as he felt her full lips wrap around his swollen member. He could not believe it. Even now, with his stomach cramping under the abuse of a liter of hot, soapy water, she could make him feel such ecstasy.

It continued like this some time, the pressure in his cock building simultaneously with the pressure in his ass. Her work was masterful, sensuous and teasing, sending him into spasms of bliss while keeping him from going over the edge. John ached for release, but his mind didn't want it to end. On and on she teased, until drool began to soak through the leather of the gag. It was close now. He could feel himself slipping over the edge, and her tempo increased. She took his entire cock in his mouth, and he groaned for all he was worth. Just a bit closer...

She popped him out of her mouth and his mind screamed in frustration. She had promised! He had been so close! Her face appeared again, a wicked grin stretched across her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby, but I can't let you think it is that easy." After a quick kiss on his forehead, she removed the now empty bag from the tube, leaving him plugged full of water, then tied a silk scarf over his eyes. John sighed in relief, but then heard the sound of the sink running once again, followed by her footsteps returning to the bedroom.

He shook and fought against his self-inflicted imprisonment futilely as she replaced the bag and the flow resumed. The cramp started immediately this time. He could not believe he had taken so much. Footsteps trailed into the closet and the soft sounds of silk, latex and rubber emanated from within, but John could not guess on what her next move would be.

He hung there in his bonds for what seemed like ages, even beyond the point where the second bag had emptied. The formless pressure sat in his abdomen felt like a brick, and though he tried to ignore it, he could focus on little else with his limbs trapped and his eyes blinded. He vaguely heard the sound of Katie dressing, the click of heels, then the door opening and closing, and his mind filled with terrifying and arousing scenarios. Would she suspend him by an anal hook and dunk him in the lake? Would she strap him to the car like a squirming hood ornament? The daydreams evaporated as he heard the sound of her footsteps returning some time later.

"Have you been enjoying yourself while I was gone?" A hand slapped at his distended stomach, making a hollow sloshing sound. He heard the clink of a bucket, and then screamed through her soaked panties as she broke the seal in his ass and the water flooded out of him. "A full two liters," she cooed. "Well done!" He hung limply by his arms, feeling like a wrung out towel, and he was unable to resist as she began to untie him from the chain. A leather leash was attached to the cuffs behind his back, and then slipped between his legs where she used it to pull him along. It was frightening to walk blindly like this, the rope driving in between his cheeks, but he forced himself to trust her direction.

The ground beneath his feet switched from carpet to tile, then to soft green grass, and John guessed that they must have gone outside. She guided him to a stop when they reached gravel, and he felt her pull soft leather onto his feet, ending in a hard sole. The boots felt reinforced, and he was unable to place his heel onto the ground. Next, his arms were slipped into a strict arm-binder, the end of which clipped to something behind him. He squealed a bit through his gag as she roughly applied lubricant to his sore anus, followed by a large plug attached to straps encircling his waist. The straps felt loose, and Katie spent a long time tightening and fitting them. It seemed like the last person to wear it had had a different shape.

The gag came off, and she pulled her soaked panties from his aching jaws. It was replaced with a bit gag, a bit more articulated than his, and he felt the tickle of fine chains on his chest before blossoms of pain erupted on his nipples. Suspicions on what this was all about were creeping into his mind, and as each accessory was added his stomach dropped ever lower. The scarf was ripped from his head, and he blinked at the bright sun.

Before him stood Katie, wearing tight leather boots up to her calves, into which were tucked a skintight pair of classic white English riding pants. Up top she wore a linen shirt covered with a dapper blue jacket, and her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun. In gloved hands she brandished a formidable riding whip, but it was her smile that frightened him most. It was the same devious, gleeful smile she had had when he had cum in the car, and now it looked like that adventure included him being a ponyboy.

He looked down to examine his own body. His legs were buckled tightly into strict leather hoof boots that ended below his knees, and at his hips two wooden poles were attached to a tight leather harness, and behind him a rust-colored horsetail sprouted from his cheeks. On his nipples were two clamps with chains that trailed to the sides of the bit on his head, and as he tossed his head they tugged painfully at them. Behind him was a sulky cart of polished wood, rugged and built to race and the seat looked particularly comfortable with a thick dildo protruding from the front. Leather reigns, attached through his bit to the clamp chains, lay next to it. Suffice to say, his cock already stood at attention at this incredible scenario.

"I've decided we have been in the house for too long," she said in mock disgust. "Don't you think a walk would be a nice change of pace?" With that she climbed into the cart, easing herself gently onto the phallus with a sigh. "I think you are familiar with how this works, but to review, this means go." A loud crack echoed through the woods, followed by a lightning bolt of pain traveling up his backside. Christ that hurt. He stamped his feet stupidly for a second, prompting another strike, this time dangerously close to the testes dangling between his legs.

Digging the hooves into the gravel, he threw his weight forward. The large wheels crunched behind him, then relented as the sulky began to move. "Hup!" came the shout, and his lower back erupted in pain. He dug in deeper, with all his might, and the wind began to whip at his hair. Her strikes did not relent until he was a step below sprinting, and a tug on his sore nipples made sure he did not go faster. They were following a wide gravel path that was winding around the edge of the glassy lake, and as they approached the first turn, he turned left to anticipate it.

A loud crack, then more pain erupted, this time on his left leg. He jerked away from it, straightening his course. The bushes drew closer, and he turned again. Crack went the whip, again at his left leg. The message was clear: you turn when I tell you to. His teeth ground on the bit as he barreled towards the bushes, but at the last second his left nipple tugged painfully and he dutifully followed direction.

The pace was brutal, and before long he was foaming at the bit. The sulky was well balanced and light, but it also made his movements awkward and slow. His ass was lit up with a dozen red streaks as he continually made mistakes, and the harder he tried the more he seemed to mess up.

Finally, something clicked. Somewhere between the adrenaline coursing through his body, the pumping of his legs and the licks of the whip, he lost himself. John gave in to the tugs of the reigns, letting them guide him instead of his eyes. He could feel her hands, directing and guiding him through the clamps on his chest. He could feel her eyes on his back, watching his every movement. It was not about him; he could see that now. She was leading, and he need only fall under her sway.

The glitter of the lake, the whistling of the wind, the sting of the whip; it all blurred together into a stream of sensation flooding into the pony's brain. Each kiss of the whip felt tender now, nothing more than a signal from its loving mistress, and its eyes rolled as the plug grinded away against its prostate. The gorgeous scenery glided by as if in a dream and the pony pumped harder, elation filling it with every step. This was the life.

Gradually the tugs on his chest grew more insistent, and the sulky slowed. The pony vaguely recognized the house they were approaching, and a primal sort of sadness filled it at the thought of it all ending. They approached a stable previously hidden among the trees, and the pony's chest heaved and shook as they slowed to a stop. Gentle hands embraced its sweat-covered body, untying the harness from the sulky and drawing it gently by the reigns into the cool shade of the stable.

The plug withdrew, the harness was pulled away, the clamps released and a gasp escaped the bit as blood flowed painfully back into the tortured nipples. A wet towel caressed the heaving body. Katie's lips kissing the wounded nips. She pulled the bit from his lips, and then pulled his head down to look into her eyes.

Suddenly, painfully, the world crashed back down onto John. From some corner of his mind his identity returned, blinking at the sensations around him. Katie had to brace herself as he collapsed sobbing onto her shoulder, hot tears streaking down his face to wick into her coat. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear, a hand stroking his head. "I am proud of you," she said. "You did amazing." They held each other for a time, sharing in the warmth of each other's bodies.

When he had recovered enough to do so, he was led back into a hay-filled stall. His mistress laid a soft blanket over the ground and he collapsed into it. Exhaustion had turned his limbs into lead, his mind filled with fog. Before sleep overcame him, a voice danced across his mind. "Don't worry," it said. "I'll take care of you."


Day 3 - Part 2 (added: 2013/06/30)

Katie walked back to the house in a daze, her thoughts troubled. She had never in her life seen someone fall into the role so deeply, not even herself. One minute he was there, squirming so adorably, the next... nothing. Later, when she had looked into his soft eyes in the stable, she thought she saw something visibly break. Guilt flared in her chest, but also pride. She had heard of subspace before, a kind of zoned-out trance you can fall into when bottoming, but she had no idea the experience was so intense. And she had gotten him there! It was important that she be act carefully and give him the right aftercare. Who knows what was going through his mind right now...

She moved quickly through the kitchen, filling a big water bottle and grabbing a bag of trail mix. It was a full two miles around the lake, no mean feat pulling a loaded sulky. "Stupid, stupid," she chided herself. It was dangerous pushing him so hard so soon. She had gotten greedy. Seeing him tie himself up, leaving himself at her mercy, that had been so incredible to watch. The look in his eyes as he did it... nobody had ever looked at her that way before. Had he known this would happen?

The sound of tires crunching on the driveway startled her out of her thoughts. "Who the hell..." she said, dropping the supplies on the counter and throwing a trench coat on over her riding get-up. She opened the front door, just in time to see a tall redheaded man in a suit step out of a shining black Mercedes.

"Katie!" he shouted. "Are you still busy?"

That son of a bitch... "I told you to leave me alone, Chris," she shouted back. "It seems like you still haven't learned how to listen."

"Now, now, I just came to talk." He walked towards her slowly, hands held at his sides like this was a damn stick-up. "I'm worried about you."

"Now that I think about it, there is something you can do for me," she snarled. "FUCK OFF!" She was satisfied to see two red lines on his face, scratches that had not yet healed.

"Now, Kate, don't be like that." He was close enough now for her to see his steel-grey eyes. "How can you ask me to listen when you won't do the same?"

"The answer is still no, Chris. What happened, happened, and none of your bullshit will change that." She could recognize the belt around his waist, and remembered the sting of it on her ass.

"You are right," he said, still walking toward her. "The past can't change, but people can. I'll be a better master for you, a kinder one. Isn't that what you want?" He was only a few feet away now, and the smell of his cologne scrambled her thoughts.

"What I want is you off my property," she hissed. She didn't have time to deal with this particular skeleton in the closet. She had to get back to John.

"Is it?" he asked softly. "You never could lie to me. I can smell it on you, the smell of lust." Tremors flitted through her stomach at his gaze. "Before you came to me, you were so confused. I saw in you potential for so much more. Now come with me," he commanded, gesturing to the car. "I have so much more I can teach you."

Katie had to stop her legs from immediately marching forward. Old habits die hard, she guessed, but it was time to put an end to this. "You know, Chris, you are right. People can change." His eyes brightened hopefully, dangerously. "And I have changed; changed into a person that doesn't need creeps like you in my life." She strode forward, not submissively, but with the gait of a mistress, until they were face to face. "But I can see you are still the same asshole that broke my trust, so I will tell once more: get the hell off my property."

He staggered back, shock plain on his smug face. When he finally spoke, his voice was so full of rage it was nearly a whisper. "Why, you... how dare you..." he blustered, but the battle was won. He stormed off to his car, and she waved a merry farewell as he sped away, hopefully forever.

She stalked back into the house, tossing the coat across the floor as she grabbed the food and water. She had more important matters to deal with, and a much more interesting person to spend her time with.

John lay in darkness, insensate and aloof. He dreamed that the sky had fallen and shattered at his feet and he had busied himself picking up the pieces. John examined each bit of cracked starlight as he went, seeing in each one a single image flickering like candlelight. One piece showed the smile of a redheaded girl, but it was warped and distant where it was once sharp and clear. Another showed the corner of the attic he had hid in as a child when he got in trouble. His parents had never been able to find him there, but he never could hide forever, either. Each piece he placed back in the sky above him, the image trapped in it flickered before being replaced by a small, pale star. As he worked, he could hear shouting from a great distance away, but he kept his head down and focused on his task.

The shining pieces stretched on, but their number did not deter him. In one he saw a young boy wrestling with a dog, another an empty bottle of anti-depressants. More shouting, but he ignored it. A teenager scribbling love-notes in class. A furtive kiss in a park lit by amber lamplight. A group of friends laughing in a theater. A water bong still filled with white smoke. A crumpled bill on the stained wood of a bar. He was almost done now. Everything was almost ready. Snowflakes falling slowly, a tongue stretched out to catch them. Just a few more...

As he worked, the stars above him grew brighter. There was a pattern growing clearer by the second. His pace quickened. A key trapped in ice. Eggs sizzling on a frying pan. The hem of a red dress. A sensual mouth, gasping in pleasure. Finally he was down to the last piece.

As he approached it, the image within it grew brighter and larger till it was the deepest green. Light flooded from it and into the sky, cleaving the darkness. Shading his eyes with one had, he groped forward and seized it in his fingers. It was burning hot to the touch, and the jagged edges drew blood from his hand. He lifted it towards the sky and the stars shined out in elation as they sensed the return of their final sibling. The shard grew heavier in his hands until his knees nearly buckled and with a final cry, he shoved it in place.

A huge thundering blast knocked him flat as the sky began to revolve. The green light at the center crept across the sky, flashes of red, black and many others bleeding in as well. The lights spun and shifted above him, faster and faster, brighter and brighter until finally falling into place with a deafening boom.

Above him shined a portrait of a face, a tapestry of starlit hues. It was Katie, but more than her as well. The points of light hummed with the love and beauty that shined from her smile, cried out with the sadness pain in those green eyes, screamed with the lust and need on the tips of her red lips. It crackled with energy and burned with heat. Tears sprang to his eyes and a violent wind pinned him to the ground. The voices grew into a crescendo, terrible in its power, combining and shifting until the whole universe sang out a single, awesome truth.

He was in love with her.

The ground crumbled beneath him and he fell once again into blackness.

Consciousness came slowly. John felt soft wool underneath him and the warm smell of hay wafted through the air. "That's right," he thought. "The barn." Supple leather still trapped his feet and arms, but he felt comfortable here, safe.

The stillness was broken as he heard feet crunching on the gravel towards him. He looked up to see the worried face of Katie peering over the stall door at him, and he couldn't help a stupid grin spread over his face. She rolled her eyes, but smiled despite herself as she opened the door and kneeled next to him.

"Are you okay, baby? You ran a long way." Cool hands cupped his head, and then held a water bottle to his lips. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was, and he drained half of it in one go.

Nimble fingers darted down to his feet and began to untie the boots. John stared unashamedly at her face while her eyes focused downward on his feet. Her features glowed in the dim barn and his eyes followed a strand of hair that had escaped her bun and fell across her face. "What the hell am I going to do?" he thought. "I'm acting like a lovesick puppy."

First one foot, then the other was freed from the leather and he groaned as she twisted and stretched his aching calves. Soreness was creeping into his body now that adrenaline no longer held it in check. Her hands moved up his legs, massaging as they went, and his head fell back. It felt so good...

It went on like this for a while. She alternated between massaging and feeding him water and trail mix, and John slowly began to feel well again. With a heave Katie pulled him to wobbly feet and she braced him as they made their way back to the house. John did not trust himself to speak. The idea of blurting out the truth and alienating her terrified him. He looked at her, trying to read what was going through her head, but something had changed. Her jaw was clenched and there was tightness to her eyes. There was something wrong, but he could not tell what.

He was led over to the couch, and he dutifully sat down and watched her walk off. A cold breeze tickled his chest and with laugh he realized he was still naked. When was the last time he had worn clothes?

Katie busied herself in the kitchen, and as the smell of hot food wafted over him his stomach growled. "Christ," he thought, "I've been so distracted I didn't notice I am starving!" His heart stopped when he saw she was carrying a plate piled high with nachos and burritos, and she made him laugh at how eagerly he gobbled the food she hand fed him. They sat around this way, chatting about irreverent things like movies and songs, and the fact that he was sitting, naked and bound on her couch seemed to not matter at all. Besides, he was careful to steer clear of his experiences earlier today. They were still too raw and confusing. He wanted to talk ask about the remarkable house, but hesitated. She did not bring it up, and he willing to let the subject rest for the time being.

Halfway through the meal, she surprised him by lighting up an elegantly rolled joint, and when he asked she held it to his lips as he drew in the acrid smoke. He had never tasted weed this strong before. It went to his head almost immediately and the conversation turned to the view of the lake before them. The afternoon was slowly turning into evening, and the sun sparkled on water churned up by the soft breeze.

His tongue loosened by the high, he talked about how he used to camp in the Rockies with his parents, and how he was sad that his father was too ill to do it again. Her eyes watched him intently as he talked, and he blathered on far longer than he usually would. It felt good to talk. He was about to ask her about her own parents when she cleared off the empty plates and excused herself to change. John missed her the second she left.

Through the window, he saw a UPS truck park in the driveway, and Katie emerged from the bedroom wrapped in a plush bathrobe to answer the knock on the door. She returned with a cardboard box big enough to hold a basketball, and he felt nervousness creep over him again. Whatever had happened in his dream, it could wait. He needed to be on his toes with Katie in charge, and it was hard enough with the cannabis still in his system.

"Looks like my present for you arrived early," she laughed, scattering packing peanuts across the floor as she ripped it open. "You see, sweetie, I have a problem." Her voice was full of mock sweetness and it chilled him to the bone. "Your hands are very skillful, and I love having them all over my body, but how can I have that with you all tied up?" Her lips pouted, the picture of innocence. He did not like where this is going.

"You could untie me, mistress," he said hopefully.

"But then what would stop you from getting off too early? Once you cum, what will keep you interested?" She threw the bathrobe aside and he gasped. Katie had dressed in the most incredible lingerie he had ever seen. Silk panties placed over black garter-belt for easy access, seamed stocking topped with little pink bows. A black bra crisscrossed with pink thread attached to a sleek fabric corset cinched tightly around her waist. She was, in a word, incredible.

"I don't think that will be a problem, mistress," he gulped.

"Oh, but I can't be sure!" She swooped down and leaned over him, hands on his thighs and breath on his face. "I don't like it when people play with my property without permission, and that cock is no exception." As if on cue, his penis grew erect, and she seized it in a painful grip. "We need to make assurances that won't happen."

"Wha... what would you have me do, mistress?" He was quickly realizing that there was no talking his way out of this.

"I'm glad you asked!" she giggled, and skipped back over to the open box and reached in. In her hands was a strange metal belt, with straps hanging down from the front in back: a chastity belt.

"Please, mistress, I'll be good," he stammered. It was a belt of high quality, a neoprene lined steel loop around the waist above thick, wire wrapped leather straps to go between the legs. From the front a small, wire cage, hinged at one side, dangled menacingly. In the other hand she fiddled with several silver padlocks, open and at the ready.

"Oh, I know you will. That's why I am giving you a choice!" She towered above him on high, strappy heels. "I will let you touch me, please me, do the work you do so well. All you have to do is wear this belt. If you refuse, I will lock you away in that cage till tomorrow and lend you the use of your cock. You can play with yourself all you want, but not with me. The choice is yours."

John gulped. There was no telling how long she would keep him in that thing, and he ached for release. On the other hand, Katie naked alone was enough to drive him mad with need, but this creature clad in silk? What choice did he have?

"Think about it, slave," she continued, "every other time you touch a woman, it ends so quickly. With only a bit of metal and a few padlocks, you can have all of this," her hands trailed sensuously over her body, "for hours. Besides," she cooed, "I love playing with you, and I know you do, too, but if you cum, we are done playing." She gave him her best puppy-dog stare. "Is that what you want?"

He wanted to please her, needed to please her, but it would be torture as he did it, locked away in a cage too tight for those feelings. The sight of him squirming was giving her no end of pleasure, he could see. She knew the power she had over him. He need only say the word.

"If it please you, mistress," he gasped, before he could change his mind, "I would spend the night with you." She dashed forward into a savage kiss, biting his lips painfully and clicking their teeth together. Her happiness at his choice was infectious, and it filled him in turn.

"That is what I wanted to hear, slave. Now, just lay back and I will take care of everything." John laid back and closed his eyes, feeling like he was at the doctor's office bracing for a shot. "I got your measurements back at your place while you slept, so it should fit just right." The belt was wrapped around his waist, and he sucked in his gut and she buckled and locked it into place. He flinched as the first padlock clicked shut.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To let me decide?" The straps slithered tight between his legs, and his cock and balls slipped through a hole in the front strap. The second padlock clicked shut.

"Calm yourself, slave, we are almost there. Relax." She gripped his balls tightly and he felt himself shrink. Quick as a flash, his cock was slipped into the wire cage then secured to the strap. The final lock clicked shut.

"Now, where were we?" The armbinder was pulled from his arms, and with numb fingers he examined his imprisoned cock. The cage bent it forward, allowing enough room to expand but never to reach full size comfortably, and at his rear there was a wide hole to allow access to his asshole and anything she may wish to put there.

"Don't you feel better now? That thing can withstand a blowtorch, and is designed for long-term use." His eyes followed her hands as she placed a tiny silver key on a slender chain, pulling it around her neck and letting it fall between her breasts. Such a tiny thing...

"Now, for being such a good boy, how about a treat?" She withdrew a small remote from the box and pressed a button, and deep, rumbling vibrations erupted around the base of his penis, making him jump. "Eyes up here, buster, you are going to want to watch this."

She skipped merrily to the side of the room where a sleek stereo system lay, and Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now" began to pump through the speakers, and her voice, high and sweet, began to sing along.

"Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time, I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out, yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy!" She danced as she sung, slowly at first, with gentle sways of her hips to beat and eyes closed blissfully. Her movements were to refined to be a strip-tease, but with than enough sensuality to scramble his thoughts.

"So don't stop me now! Don't stop me now..." one brilliant green eye opened, and she beckoned.

'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time!" He needed no further encouragement and leaped up to join her.

John never danced. He was terrible at it, absolutely wretched, and every time he tried he would end up feeling sweaty and stupid. This time was different. The shame he felt in the clubs and bars in town evaporated, I mean, how could care how he looked with a cage locked onto his dick? Buoyed by the vibrations at his crotch and the THC in his lungs, he felt invincible. They danced together, twisting and spinning and drawing closer every second. He could feel the heat of her body as she brushed him and his heart pounded to the beat of the drums.

Their voices rose together then were silenced as they finally embraced. Kissing, grinding and squeezing, they swayed to the music. His body felt like it was going to burst with the burning pleasure racing through it, and his dick, aching for release from it's cold prison, went unnoticed as their bodies entwined. The song ended, but their danced continued, and they fell to the soft floor in their desperate bid to explore each other's bodies.

Eventually, and inevitably, his hands slipped into her wet slit. He hungered for her desperately. His sex was ablaze with lust, and his cock strained against its metal prison, shrinking only to be sent back to the edge by heavy vibrations at its base and the carnal wonders squirming in his grasp. The combination of pleasure and denial had turned him into a slavering animal, and the only thing that would sate his hunger was the writhing creature before him. Each moan he wrung from her gasping body filled him with triumph.

Eager hands tore the clothing for her body and her back arched as his tongue found her bare breasts. Her first orgasm ripped through her, but he would let her rest just yet, and he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and carried her off to bed. She squealed as he tossed her bodily into bed and leapt after her and drove his head between her thighs. Fingernails clawed at his back and she thrust her hips into his face. He worked patiently this time, teasing at her lips and kissing her upper thighs. John wanted her to ride the edge as he did, to ache for release.

Suddenly, a massive shock slammed into his cock, and he fell back in surprise. In her hand she held the remote, one finger held over a second button. Emerald eyes burrowed into him, and she seized him painfully by the hair and shoved his head between her legs. The cowed slave resumed his work. The second orgasm came quickly, but her thrusts instructed him to keep her there as long as possible.

After it petered out, she was, incredibly, not even winded, and with a shove she tossed him aside and reached into the drawer next to bed and withdrew a shiny new double-sided strap-on dildo. A wild primal fury seemed to fill her, and eyes that were once warm and inviting had turned icy and cold. Something had taken a hold of her.

"Please, mistress, I... Aaaauugghh!" Another shock struck him out of the blue, and he was too stunned to resist as she pulled him from the bed and made him kneel at the side of it. She slid it inside of her, savoring the sense of fullness, and there was a brief smear of lubricant and he was split in two as she plunged into him. Pain and pleasured mixed in his mind, and he cried out in utter frustration as she bent him over the bed. He shuddered beneath her, and she shocked him with the belt in time with every thrust. She fucked him savagely, and his mind began to drift.

Another time, this would have horrified him. She held in the palm of her hand the means to bring pleasure and pain, and the key to his release bounced unheeded from her neck. Now, however, an incredible ecstasy filled him, and his cock continued to strain helplessly for release. He felt so deliciously owned, and he thrust back at her hips to drive the strap-on deeper within her. She was the font from which all his pleasure flowed, when in her savage wisdom she demanded payment he would comply. Though chains or leather did not bind him, he could the weight of them on his mind. John felt the same feeling of security that filled him when helpless before her.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended. A shiver traveled down his spine as the rubber cocked slipped out of his anus, and she shuddered into yet another orgasm before collapsing onto the bed. He crawled towards her on wobbly limbs, and warm hands pulled him into her lap. She was not done with him yet...

Katie gazed at the ceiling, her chest heaving and a warm glow radiating through her body. "Holy cow," she thought, "what a trip!"

A blindfolded John squirmed away in the dog cage she had moved into the bedroom. She had locked his vibrating plug into his ass when the belt's battery had run low and put him away to stew. Katie felt a tiny bit guilty for leaving him like that, but he seemed to be having the time of his life. Who was she to judge? Besides, she was exhausted. The vibrating belt had kept him on edge for over an hour and his sex-starved brain had driven him to eagerly pleasure her without cease. It seems in the face of his imprisonment, he had resorted to exploring every nook and cranny of her moaning body. She barely kept up with him and had to use the shock several times to slow him down. After fucking his brains out, her swollen lips had been to sore for anything more drastic, yet he always found a way.

After dozing for a time, she pulled herself from the sweat-soaked sheets and stretched, joints popping in her back. At the sound of her footsteps approaching the cage, John froze in his stirrings. Katie couldn't help but grin at the sight. "Thank you, mithtreth," he whispered as she pulled him from the cage and turned off the buzzing intruder.

"Shush, baby," she giggled, "Give that sweet tongue of yours some rest." Her hand folded into his and she led him to the bathroom. She whipped the blindfold off, and he blinked before focusing on her face and breaking out in yet another stupid grin. A blush crept across her face and she broke his gaze to pull off her stockings. Something had begun to change in the way he looked at her, and she didn't like it one bit. This whole insane endeavor had only worked because she had maintained a semblance of control. Sex she got; sex she understood, but not that look.

She pulled him into shower and they washed themselves of their grime. John still had some dust caked on him from his run, and she had to wash the product of half a dozen orgasms from her body. She then spun him around and grabbed the extra shower hose she had equipped with a special nozzle. With a kiss at the base of his spine, she worked it into his puckered ass. He didn't fight it, but simply grunted as she filled him with hot water.

As she washed around the belt, she realized that it was too tight to allow her to clean his pubic hair, and she knew from experience that it would soon start to itch if she did not shave him now. It would be torture to let him loose now and not let him cum, cruel even, and now was not the time to test him. "Fuck," she thought, "how am I going to do this?" A risky plan formed in her head.

"Now I need you to stay still, baby, and behave. I need to unlock the front of your belt to shave you." His cock immediately strained against the cage at the mention of release. "I want you to keep your hands at your sides while I work. Do you understand, slave?" He nodded. The key around her neck was slid into the padlocks and they sprung open, and with delicate fingers she pulled the front of belt from his body, leaving the loose belt hanging from the hose in his ass.

She watched his hands carefully, but they only twitched and hung at his sides. Moving slowly, she grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and began to spread it through the hair at his crotch. His cock, free at last, stood proudly in front of her, but she was careful to avoid touching it. "Be still," she cooed, and pulled from the side of the shower a straight razor. She quickly and efficiently to clear the hair from his crotch, and she was careful to make sure his sensitive skin was clean and smooth.

"Almost done." She pulled the straps back in place, and she could hear his breathing become ragged. Doubt made her fumble on the buckles. Would he be able to obey her? Had she gone too far? She could feel her heart pound as she tried to fit his swollen member back in the cage, but it refused to fit. Desperate, she gripped around his balls and squeezed until it shrunk enough for her to slip it into place. Click went the padlock, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, slave!" She stood, grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the lips. She loved the way he responded to her when they kissed. She could feel the strength of his passion, and she knew that he was still with her, playing this strange game. Despite her mistake she had not lost him. That look in his eyes was back, but it didn't seem to bother her as much. In fact, she kind of liked it. "Let's go make dinner."

John was in sexual agony. This belt was a curse, more effective than any chains or ropes around his limbs. Katie walked before him, pulling him along by a lead clipped to the belt. The key bounced upon her naked chest. He needed that key. Dark thoughts ran through his head, but then a look from her would silence them. It was so confusing.

She left him by the bed, and then walked off to the kitchen in her bathrobe. A computer lay humming in the corner of the room on a desk. "Well, I might as well check my email, make sure they didn't send the cops after me." A click of the mouse brought the computer out of sleep mode, and his heart fell.

On the screen, a small chat box lay blinking below her email. Someone going by the name of CropandSwitch had talked with her yesterday, apparently. It was a long conversation, but he had eyes only for the final message, blinking in the dim light.

CropandSwitch: You belong to me, Katie. I do this because I have to.

Above the message a picture was displayed. It showed Katie with shorter hair, sweat soaked arms locked into a wooden pillory. Huge weights hung from pronged nipple clamps, and dried wax weaved a spidery pattern on her back. Her face was contorted in pain, and a collar was soldered around her neck.

"What the fuck?" he whispered. What was this? Who was this? How had this happened? More importantly, how could he be so stupid? He had fallen head over heels for a woman he knew absolutely nothing about, and now, again, he was facing the consequences. Anger burned hot in his gut. She was going to be his dream girl. He was going to sweep her off her feet! Had the tenderness in her hands and eyes been all in his head? Of course it had been. Every relationship he had ever had ended like this, with him jumping in too deep, and he was sick of it. Fear ran through his mind. What if someone found out she had fucked him in the ass? What would his ex, Ellen, think.

A gasp startled him, and he turned around to see Katie standing stock-still in the doorway, mouth agape. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the computer screen and him. "John, what are you doing?"

Katie felt her heart drop. There she was on the screen, locked up and screaming in pain and ecstasy. Her hand unconsciously rubbed at her prickling neck. She didn't like the look on his face.

"Katie, I need to go home," he mumbled, eyes to the ground. "This... this was a mistake."

Her jaw dropped. A mistake? What was he talking about? "Please, let me explain. That's not..."

"No, this is enough." He stood up, and she remembered how tall he was. "Now get me out of this thing."

This couldn't be happening. Everything had been going so well, it couldn't end now. "John, please, trust me. You have to trust me." She wouldn't let this happen.

"No, I'm done. Give me that key." He grabbed at her chest, fumbling at the chain, and her instincts took over. Time seemed to slow, and she raised her right hand and deflected his arm and pulled it past her. She turned as he stumbled past and gripped his wrist as her left arm swung over to rest above his elbow. There was a push, and a twist, and before she knew it, John was on his knees below her, his arm bent backwards and trapped in a vicious arm lock.

"I don't think so, slave." The words sprang from her lips, surprising her, but an urgency filled her. She would fix this. She would make this right. "You think you can come in here, decide I'm a whore, then leave me like a cheap fuck?" She wrenched his arm, nearly dislocating his shoulder and he cried out in pain. "You were behaving so well. Everything was going so well, and then you had to turn out to be the jealous shit I was convinced you weren't." She could see guilt mingle with the fear in his eyes as her words hit home.

"This behavior is unacceptable, slave. I will not allow it." She picked up some rope lying on the ground, threw him to the ground and with a foot planted on his back she seized a coil of rope lying nearby. It was the work of a few moments to tie his arms into a reverse prayer, then his ankles, and finally John lay whimpering in a paralyzing hogtie.

"Katie, please, I'm sorry, just leaaaaaugh!" She cranked the shock setting on the belt to maximum, and he wisely shut up.

"The thing is, maybe you do have a right to be mad. I wanted to tell you about my ex-master, but I wanted things to be focused on us. I have never dominated anyone, before, and I didn't need that sabotaging me. No matter how hard I try, though, he keeps trying to butt back into my life." She paced around his struggling form, and his head twisted, trying to follow her. "I don't wear his collar anymore. It's over between us, but one look and you just jump to conclusions." Katie kicked him painfully in the ribs. Her eyes itched with held back tears, but she grit her teeth. She needed to be strong.

"It's apparent you aren't as well trained as I thought," she hissed. "An untrained cock-slave is useless to me, but after I am done, you will be the image of perfection." She found a ball gag in the bottom of the chest and rammed it between his protesting teeth. He would have to sit tight while she prepared. She would not believe that the week had been nothing to him. He had made her feel so wanted, so worshipped, and she ached to see that look in his eyes again. She had an idea, but it would take everything she had to pull it off.

Panic filled John. The fury that had filled Katie when she had equipped the strap-on had returned, and there was nothing he could do to quell her rage. The ropes were tighter than ever before, and his shoulders ached desperately in their reverse prayer. There was not an inch of give in his bonds at all. There was nothing gentle about this.

He lay there listening as the sounds of latex and leather emanated from the closet. What could she possibly be cooking up now? A zipper, then the tinkle of buckles was followed by the clunk of wood on metal. Katie emerged from the closet pushing the heavy pillory that he had seen earlier and he recognized it as the same one from the picture. She towered over him on massive leather boots with spiked heels, latex garters peeking over the tops of the boots and connecting to a belt above her exposed pussy. A heavily boned leather corset that supported her bare breasts constricted her waist, and her arms gleamed in long latex opera gloves. Her face was made up in heavy makeup, but in the evening light it looked more like war paint. Green eyes gazed down at him coldly, all warmth replaced by a bright, piercing fire. In short, she was dressed for battle.

Cold gloved hands undid the hogtie and dragged him to the pillory, and with a clang his head and wrists were trapped fast. His rear, protected only by the belt, was bent out behind him. He felt utterly vulnerable.

"I watched you tie yourself up in front of me, slave," she hissed. "Right here, you gave yourself up to me, and not for the first time." Her hands withdrew a long, snaking cord of leather: a bullwhip. "I refuse to believe that you would be so quick to throw that all away; to break your promise so easily." His eyes tracked her as she circled him, and closed them when she vanished from view. "I chose you because I saw potential in you, something more, and I want to, no, need to see it for myself." With a whoosh and a crack, she snapped the whip inches from his ear. Sweat broke out over his body. As terrified as he was, he could not deny that her allure had not diminished. He needed to get out of here before he lost his mind.

"You cannot hide from me, slave. You will be begging to lick my feet before the night is through." He could feel her stir the air with the whip. It brushed his ass, teasing it, and he shook in the pillory. His heart pounded in his chest. Behind him, she spun the whip through the air, slowly building up to speed. No matter how hard he stretched his neck her actions were a mystery.

Then, the air whistled, split, then a crack rang louder he believed possible. At first, he felt nothing, and then, almost as an afterthought, it appeared. It erupted along a stripe up his right cheek and spread like fire. Pain, horrible pain, ran along his spine like telephone wire and rebounded, and he rocked as it rebounded and burned through his body. He saw stars. Then, it struck again, striping his other cheek, then again and again. Each strike built upon the last until muffled screams were ripping past the ball gag.

As the whipping continued, he slumped in the pillory. Each time he felt like he was going to die, but he lived on in cruel torment. Every part of him was pain and nothing else. Through the chaos, Katie's words weighed heavy on his heart. He would do anything to take it back, to make the whipping stop, to end his torment and to see her smile again.

Slowly, he emerged from his fog of pain as he realized it had stopped. His ass felt like it had been scourged away, and it dulled with the intensity of a bed of coals. Cold exploded over him as she doused him with a soaked towel, then he finally fell limp. He had never experienced anything so extreme, but it finally appeared to be over.

His eyes cracked open to see her face hovering in front of him. She gazed searchingly into his face, and gloved hands held his head for her scrutiny. "I don't enjoy hurting you, baby, but I have a responsibility to you. I know exactly how everything feels, and what it does to you. I've lived through it all, and worse."

John was dimly aware of being unlocked from the pillory and being bound with his hands tied behind back. He limped after her direction, and fell on his stomach over the bed. Resistance was impossible as he was secured to the bed with more rope tied to his ankles. She retreated shortly, then returned with a jar of fragrant cream. Deftly, gently she began to massage it into his bright red ass and back, and the immediate icy cold gave way to warm, numb, and soothing sensations. If he bled from wounds, he no longer cared, so great was his bliss. A gloved finger intruded into his rear entrance, and he realized dumbly that his cock had been erect this entire time. John ground his hips towards the finger, and he moaned when it withdrew.

"No, slave," she whispered. "You can give up control of your body, but that is half the battle." She fetched bandages, and then patched up his back. The pain was there, a dull ache, but it just mixed into the haze of sensations that clouded his mind. "Now it's time for dinner. Come on, slave."

With her gripping the cage around his cock, he was led into the kitchen. On the table was a large meal of sushi, but that was not what concerned him. There was only one seat at the table, but it was different; it was tall and wide, and behind the seat on the wooden legs was a set of cuffs lying open. The seat itself folded outward and it looked like there was a round hole cut into it.

Dropping him to his knees, she made him kneel next to the chair with his back against the wood. His hands were locked into the cuffs. Seeing where this was going, he pleaded through the gag, but it was useless. His head was pushed back and placed beneath the seat, and his head braced by wood slats. The seat folded together until it locked around his neck. He was now locked into the chair, head locked above the seat and facing upward "Good, slave, now dig in." After pulling the gag from his drooling lips, she climbed into the chair. John's world faded from view as she lowered herself onto him.

Katie began eating her dinner, squirming at the tongue lapping at her clit. He nibbled and munched, desperate to get her off. If he could make her cum, maybe she would give him some fresh air. As it was, her scent filled his mouth and lungs, and his cock pushed uselessly against the belt. She reached down and pinched his balls, and he grunted and snorted into her mound. Katie decided that her dinner tasted particularly good today. She shuddered into an orgasm, then another as she finished off the meal. Even though her plate was clean she was reluctant to move. Her hips gyrated against his trapped head, and John felt her warm juices flowing over his face.

John trapped her swollen clit between his lips and sucked. He couldn't believe that he had tried to leave. This was his place. He belonged here, between her thighs. With every orgasm that shuddered through her body he was earning his place here, but doubt still nagged at him. He still had no idea what she wanted from him, how he could prove himself. She was beautiful, intelligent, and apparently was trained in goddamn Kung Fu. Why did she want him to stay?

Eventually, Katie climbed from the seat and John felt his bonds released. She wiped his face with a towel and patted him on the head. "Oh, sweetie, you must be really hungry. Here are some seconds." He was pushed down onto all fours, and a metal bowl clanged down in front of him. He gasped. It was filled with what looked like dog food!

"Come on, slave, I expect you to clean that bowl." With a mocking grin on her face, she ground a pepper mill over the food. He decided she was enjoying this way too much, but he just sighed with resignation. He didn't have much of a choice, so he lowered his head and dug in. Surprisingly, it didn't taste half bad, and he really was hungry. Soon enough his face was covered in chicken-flavored crumbs, but the bowl was clean.

Kaftie reappeared at his side with a wet towel, and he was quickly cleaned and washed. Some of her previous tenderness had returned, but John was too intimidated to try anything drastic. He knew now the kind of pain that could be visited on his person. Next, she pulled him over to the couch where he saw a medical stand holding the bulging enema bag, and he gulped. The insertion was quicker this time. He guessed his asshole had grown use to intrusions, but it did not stop the cramping from beginning almost immediately. Dimly, he noticed that it was now dark outside, and Katie turned on the house lights to their dimmest settings.

As he kneeled by the couch, wincing and moaning, Katie fondled his balls and nipples, also turning on the vibrator in the belt. "Thank you, mistress," he breathed, closing his eyes. It felt so good. He yelped when the steel jaws of two clamps latched first to his nipples, then his sensitive ball sack. A slender chain connected the four clamps in an x-shape, and with a pinkie she pulled him along and sat on the couch, legs spread wide. He glimpsed a flash of rubber in her hand, and the double-sided strap-on was shoved in his gasping mouth and secured behind his head. He wondered which side was in his mouth...

"Come, come, slave, I think you know the drill. I need to catch up on my soaps." Her made-up face looked incredibly devious in the low light, and one gloved hand raised the remote. Behind him, the sound of a porno played from the television, starting with what sounded like an incredibly energetic woman reaching climax. Using the clamp chain, she tugged him forward until the strap on impaled her, and under her direction he slowly slid in and out.

John once again cursed the belt around his waist. The sound of the porn stars behind him was distracting, to say the least, and as his nose tickled her clit he could see Katie blush a delicate shade of red. It was a weakness of his to see women get worked up in front of him. There was something so arousing about the color filling up their cheeks, and the little smirk that touched the parted lips. The belt was still secure, however. The key was still dangling from her neck. He could only sit there, his stomach cramping and his nuts buzzing away.

She kept his pace slow and steady, deliberately keeping herself on edge. Her eyes would dart down to him every once in a while, and every time she grinned at the desperate lust in his eyes. He felt so exposed below her. Somehow the knowledge that she was an experienced submissive made her look even more piercing. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and he had the feeling of an insect, pinned to fabric for inspection. His mistress knew exactly how much he wanted her right now, and she was glorying in it.

Eventually, the movie ended, and she halted his head. His neck was sore from bobbing in and out for so long, and the enema bag had long since emptied into his bowels. He followed her numbly as she pulled out the wet strap on and led him by the clamps to the bedroom. His bowels were released in a flood inside the shower, leaving him feeling limp as a rag. He realized he could hardly remember how it felt to wear clothes. Next, he was forced to crawl back to the bed, where rope was withdrew from her trunk and he found himself once again bound in a strict frog tie. As he tried to balance on his elbows and knees, she lifted up his chin and held his gaze.

"Now, slave, you have to pick up this mess of a room. I am going to leave, and when I return, this floor has to be spotless. Now GO!" She slapped his incredibly sore ass, and then walked back into her closet. He frantically examined the room. Cuffs, chains, ropes, panties, and toys were everywhere, strewn about from their marathon session earlier that day. Was she really expecting him to clean like this? With what, his mouth? With a resigned sigh, he hobbled forward.

It was grueling work, but he managed. The carpet was thankfully soft on his elbows and knees, and he soon picked up the rhythm of movement he had learned on the first day. Each toy or piece of clothing he picked up in his mouth and carried back to the chest, some of them still smelling strongly of sex. He hoped her lingerie would not be too stained by his spit. The only real problem was his belt, which had not ceased its vibrations. He was close to trying to hump the side of the bed for relief at this point.

As he dropped the last cuff on the pile he had made next to the chest, Katie reentered the room stripped of her clothing and makeup, turning off the vibrating belt as she did. It relieved him to see she was still the soft beauty he remembered, not the cruel amazon she had briefly turned into. She rewarded him with a smile and a pat, and then wrapped a leather blindfold around his head. He felt her grip him by the ribs and lift him up before being plopped down on his back into what felt like a padded wooden box. He obediently stayed still as she packed the space around and underneath him with foam pads until he was held up completely by the soft supports. He nearly cried with relief as she unlocked the cage trapping his cock, and it sprung free triumphantly. Earplugs came next, then a bulky ring gag. His butt was pulled down, then there was a click and the belt was held fast to the wall of the box. He could hear a lid, then his head was pushed back until the gag was pressed against the back wall of box and the top of his head was touching the floor and then the gag clicked into place as well. Vertigo made his head swim as the box was lifted, then placed down on a hard, raised surface he guessed was a squat box.

In his sensory deprivation, he tried to piece together what had happened. He could feel air tickle his hard cock, mouth and anus, and he guessed that the box had been lain down at waist level. There were three holes, two on opposite sides and one on the top from which his dick had sprung from. At all points he was locked to the holes. He could not move a single inch, and his world was darkness.

Either for minutes or hours, he could not tell, he sat there in the box. Images flickered at the edge of his eyes to compensate for his blindness, and air continued to tickle him through the holes. He became focused on those points, obsessed even. They were his only connection to the outside world.

Suddenly, he felt something cold prick at his puckered anus: KY jelly. Then something began to tickle at his rear entrance. It was hard and rubbery, and he guessed it must be the strap on he had become so intimately familiar with today, and his suspicions were confirmed as it began to work its way in. He instinctively fought it, but leverage was on her side and he was filled. She held it there, then began to shove in and out. He realized that she was working the opposite end deeper into her wet slit, and he could only imagine her getting hotter as her thrusts became more frequent. Finally, the rubber cock halted mid thrust, jiggled a bit, then withdrew, and he was again left in blackness.

Time slowed down again and he desperately tried to think of ways to occupy himself. He tried humming a song, but a sharp whack to his cock ended that attempt, and his attempts at visualizing puzzles or games dissipated uselessly. Eventually his mind just went blank, waiting until the next sign of life from the outside.

It came suddenly, and he shuddered as suddenly the rubber cock slipped between his jaws. The ring kept his mouth gaping open, and he nearly gagged as she shoved in and out. He mindlessly sucked on it, and he realized he could taste her on the phallus. She had reversed it, leaving her juices for him to suck, and he licked desperately at it. The smell of it filled him with warmth, but eventually she again came, and then withdrew.

His mind didn't even attempt any semblance of rational thought. He simply floated in his dark prison, dreaming of the beloved scent and taste of her still lingering on his lips. Time drew on, and he felt like he would explode with the need for her again. When she did return, he nearly fainted with pleasure. She lowered her wet pussy onto his erect cock, and he could feel the buzz of a vibrator, and he guessed it was being rubbed on her clit. She moved slowly, ever so slowly, simply enjoying the feeling of fullness his bulging cock gave her, and it ended up being the vibrator on her clit that made her cum. She lifted off of him before he could cum, leaving him aching for more. He wanted to plead to the heavens, but there was only darkness there to comfort him.

This continued for hours, each time she would come unexpectedly to visit one of the holes. Sometimes she would stroke his cock as she throat or ass fucked him, other times she would use her tongue to tickle and tease him, but never did he get to cum. He had become nothing but a box to fuck, a receptacle for her desires. Every moment of his existence was filled with her moaning pleasure or complete isolation. He cherished every encounter no matter how brief or painful.


DAY 4 (added: 2013/07/28)

Katie barely slept that night. Every few minutes she glanced back at the box in the center of the room, constantly checking his breath. He had taken to it so well, and she could tell he was, as usual, enjoying himself, but still she felt guilty. What she had done to him was beyond anything she had planned out before, and worst of all she had lost track of where consensual crossed over to non-consensual. What had she done?

When he had tried to leave, she had panicked. The thought of leaving, of her failing him was too much for her. He had opened up to her, left his life in her hands and she had repaid him in secrecy and denial. When he looked at her, she felt drunk with power. She felt wanted.

But she had fucked up. She didn't want it to be about her. She had promised to take care of him, to help him let go of his fears, and he would never be able to do that if he didn't even want to be here. When he looked at her, she saw the potential for him to be the sub she never could be, but for him to do that, he needed to submit, not for her, but for himself. She sighed. After she let him out, she would have to tell him the whole story.

Movement pulled John from his stupor. He tumbled through darkness, and then gasped as one of the walls of his tiny world pulled away and flooded him with fresh air. He was lifted into air. Freedom. He had freedom. Pressure on his face, then light. He blinked into the morning light, the world coming into focus. He was lifted then laid onto soft sheets. The return to reality was less jarring this time. He did have practice after all.

Ropes were untied, bandages removed, and limp joints screamed in pain as blood rushed back into his tortured limbs. He guessed by the rising sun that he had been in the box all night, a frightening concept. He looked around stupidly, stretching his neck and getting reacquainted to sight. His eyes settled on Katie, massaging his legs, and felt like crying with happiness. She absolutely glowed in the sunlight that fell upon her, somehow elegant in the simple bathrobe she wore. The scent and taste of her that had been his only companion during his captivity returned to him. He had never been so happy to see someone in his life. At least, he felt that way until she locked his cock away once again.

"Mistress, please..." he compulsively moaned. He needed to cum so bad. Seeing her in front of him was like dangling food in front of a starving man. She was just so lovely.

"Shush, I need you to focus on resting," she told him. "It's important that you recover quickly." She bade him follow her, and she helped him into the bathtub, which she had filled. He wanted to protest as she left him there, but to be honest he wanted some time to think.

First of all, he felt like shit for trying to leave yesterday. Hadn't he cussed out his sister once for looking through his phone? If it had been so important to him, he should have asked her when he had the chance. He still felt... things when she looked at him, that hadn't changed, but he didn't like seeing her in pain like that. When she had whipped him, he was sure his face hadn't looked so afraid.

Second, what did she mean by that whole speech about him hiding? Hiding from what? He didn't know what she wanted from him, but he had a feeling she had a better idea what was going on than he did. What could she want from him, though? He sunk deeper into the water, letting the heat melt away his aches.

After soaking for a bit, he climbed from the bath and dried off. He was drying off his hair when he looked up and saw a face. It was his own, reflected in the mirror, but far different than he remembered. He had not shaved for days, and hair was building on his chin, and the belt was tight against his body, but his eyes seemed alien. He used to hate looking in the mirror. He could always spot a haggard kind sadness and loneliness in his gaze, and it depressed him, but now he looked distant and confused. Maybe that was what had piqued her interest yesterday. He stared for a moment longer, but started to feel embarrassed. "If everybody could see me now," he mumbled.

He continued drying himself with the towel as he strolled out of the bathroom, and he saw his mistress waiting for him on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her, and he hesitantly sat down next to her. She looked hesitant.

"John, I need you to understand that I am not with Chris anymore. At all." She rubbed at her neck before continuing. "He still calls me sometimes, or visits, even though I told him to stay away. It's honestly close to a point that I will need to get a restraining order. He's a psycho." She looked embarrassed.

"Mistress... Katie... can I ask what happened?"

Her eyes flashed with fear, but she answered. "He ignored a safeword," she croaked. "It was a particularly brutal session, him being a sadist and all, and that's fine. There's nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, he always made it work for me, but that time was different. The previous day I had asked to switch. He didn't like that, and we yelled at each other.

"The thing was, he wasn't so much angry as he was scared. His persona was the super manly dominant, and nothing else, and the idea of handing that over was too much. He knew how he could make woman feel, thrived on it. He had to be the best fuck they ever had. So the next time we played, he went further than before. He wanted to know I would do anything for his cock." She paused. "He wanted to run a rod through my tits. I didn't want to. Blood is a hard limit for me, I used the safeword, but he wouldn't stop. If I wasn't as strong as I was, I couldn't have pulled the ring out of the wall and he would have done something permanent. I broke his nose, and that was it. We were done; at least, I thought so until this week. Now he's bugging me again, hence the e-mail."

John was speechless, but it all made sense. He remembered the look on her face when he had talked about his ex and the embarrassment she had been hiding.

"But yesterday, when you saw that photo, I just lost it. If you had left, it would have crushed me, and I couldn't let it happen. I locked you up, but I had no idea if it was still what you wanted, if you still want this. I know your body responds, but I don't know you." She stood up and walked off a few feet, her arms gripped around her as if she was afraid she was going to fall to pieces. "So if you want to go, I understand."

John felt confused. Was that what he wanted? He was mostly sure it wasn't. "Katie, I came here for a reason. You didn't screw up. I was the one that stopped trusting you." He stood up and came up behind her and unwound her arms from around her body. "I need you to help me finish this. I need to understand this. I want to earn your collar."

Her eyes had been distant, but at that last word they widened. "A collar?" she stuttered. "Do you even know what that means with me?"

"No, I probably don't," he said. "I need you to teach me."

She hugged him close, and hot tears leaked onto his shoulder. He was probably making a big mistake, but he didn't care. He wanted her to own him. "Please understand that, for me, you have to earn it," she said. "You have to show me truer submission than you have so far."

His heart sank. "I've given everything to you!"

"But that's not what I wanted, sweetie," she said sadly. "You never understood that, but I can help you. We have three days left until the week is out." She kissed him softly on the lips. "You have already helped me more than you know, now let me help you. You are so close to becoming who you were meant to be."

"Wha... what do you want?" He was so confused.

"It's not about what I want anymore. You have to do this for yourself," she said. "Let me show you. Just trust me." She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I trust you, mistress. I want to do this." His neck itched uncomfortably. He wanted this and he knew it. His heart was pounding in his chest.

"Thank you," she said. "We have a lot of work to do."

"What would you like to do first?" His eyes were drawn again to the key around her neck, but she lifted his chin back up to look at her face.

"Ah, but I think we need some breakfast, first. Would you cook some eggs again?"

He grinned, and then got to work. His mother had taught him to cook, and he had worked hard to perfect his recipes when he discovered it was easy to win over people with good food. It was his secret weapon on the dating scene.

It was the work of half an hour to make the breakfast, and he was proud to present the steaming plate of scrambled eggs to Katie. She smiled at his enthusiasm, but instead of eating it she surprised him by pulling him into a chair.

"Mistress?" he asked, but did not resist. She wrapped a blindfold around his head, and tied his arms to the chair. Katie then fed him the eggs herself, slowly so he could savor the taste. He liked to put chili pepper on his eggs, and the fiery scent of it tickled the back of his throat. She alternated between feeding him with the fork, letting him sip ice water, and kissing him full on the lips. She seemed to like the taste of chili, too.

When he had finished and she pulled the blindfold from his eyes, he was surprised to see he had eaten the entire plate. "Should I make more for you, mistress?

"No, slave," she grinned. "I already had breakfast, but I suck at cooking. I knew you would be happier with your own delicious food."

This confused him, but he did not have time to think as she unlocked the cage on the belt. His cock sprung free, and she caught it in her lips, and just like that he was off. He bucked and shook in the chair, but she was patient and loving with her tongue. He had thought his own work was skillful, but this... this was otherworldly. There was even chili pepper still on her lips, and it stung the sensitive skin of his shaft. He had to appreciate how much he enjoyed being bound and pleasured. It created such a delicious sense of giving in to his body.

She pulled away, a line of pre-cum dangling from her lips, and with a wicked glint in her eye she climbed on top of him. He could hardly believe it; was she really going to let him cum? He shivered as his cock slid into her cunt, and she began to move. It was different this time, though. This was more deliberate. He gazed open mouth as her breasts heaved in front of his eyes, and with careful control she moved against him. She moved her hips in a tight circle, muscles clamped down on his cock. He had never seen such fine, calculated movements. In the box she had treated him like a mounted dildo, now she had become some kind of demon of desire, wringing every ounce of pleasure from him. She stroked and milked him, hot lips meeting his, nipples brushing against his chest. There were fingers in his hair, a mouth at his neck. He was climbing... climbing...

"Katie, oh Katie, oh god!" he screamed. Stars filled his vision as he exploded into her. Every muscle in his body trembled. Hot bliss seeped through him from his cock, and he finally went limp. He could only lay there gasping as she climbed off of him and began to lick him clean. He looked at the key around her neck with new respect, but did not covet it. He figured it belonged to her if she could do that with her hips and her tongue.

After he had shrunk back down, she slid his member back into the cage and locked it shut. She freed his arms, and he surprised her by pulling her into a bear hug against his chest. He just wanted to hold her close. Her heartbeat fluttered rapidly in her chest.

"Did you like that, sweetie?" she whispered. "I want to make you happy. Do you understand that? Nothing else matters."

"Yes, mistress," he breathed. He wanted her to be proud of him. He wanted to show her he was ready.

"No, I don't think you understand," she said. "Not yet. Come with me."

After untying him from the chair, she pulled him back into the bedroom where an inverted metal cross was standing. To the lower spreader bar she locked to his feet with manacles, and a chain attached to the ceiling above him was locked around his wrists. She blindfolded him again, and her lips touched his before slowly descending down his chest. While she licked around his belly button her arms reached around and he felt the now familiar touch of lube on his asshole. "Oh, mistress, it's going to be one of those days, isn't it."

John had to choke off a scream as his ass was penetrated with a wide plug once again. Katie had mounted the plug on the upright of the cross, and John heard the sound of a ratchet and it drove ever deeper until he was forced onto his toes. She then pulled at the chain binding his hands, and he was stretched towards the ceiling as well. He gasped in quick bursts. The plug was wider than anything she had used before.

"Oh, you have no idea what lies in store, my sweet, but that is not your concern. Just relax. Let it happen, knowing that this is what you wanted. I can tell from the way your poor little cock is straining to escape the belt. Now open wide." Damp, fragrant silk was shoved between his lips and her musk filled his mouth: her panties. She then sealed them behind a panel gag, and that familiar tremor of helplessness filled him, especially accentuated as she set the plug to vibrate. He might have not thought it before, but he really did want this. He felt the rubbery tips of ear buds fill his ears, and as if from a distance he heard Katie talking again. "Now pay attention. There is going to be a quiz later."

He heard static, then a tinny, female voice filtered in. "Welcome to tape one of Proper Slave Etiquette. Lesson one: proper ways to address an owner..."

The tapes were extensive. He found it hard to concentrate in his current predicament, but he had always been a good student, and he was conscious that any failure to memorize the lessons would be punished. The topics began with proper addresses. He learned when it was appropriate to talk, to always refer to his owner as "mistress", to keep the eyes lowered unless she touched his chin with a finger or crop, and all sorts of other forms of etiquette. The crop in particular figured heavily in etiquette. For instance, when blindfolded, if she tapped his ass with the crop he was to walk forward, stopping if she tapped his cock. A touch to the thigh meant he needed to be still and present his cock, and a touch to the knee meant he had to kneel. The tape was almost surreal in it's dryness. Every lesson made him so horny, but the woman reading spoke in a dry, academic tone as if reading from a textbook.

He hung there, with a vibrating plug in his ass, listening for hours. The tapes went on and on, repeating previous lessons, introducing new crop commands, and detailing a proper response to any possible scenario. It laid rules on how to act in public, such as when the owner was using a remote vibrator, and how he was to obey any command no matter the company. The bulk of the tapes were just that, lectures on simply following orders no matter what was around him. The thought of Katie pointing to her feet in the middle of a restaurant and him immediately kneeling to lick her shoes was terrifying to him. Could he really let go with everybody staring at him?

After about a dozen tapes, it finally ended. It was not much of an improvement, though, because now there was no distraction from the plug buzzing away in his ass. He wanted to fuck something so bad right now. He could hardly stand it.

Suddenly, he felt hands unlock him from the cross and the chain, and she helped him climb off the plug. He moved his hands behind him, gripping the opposite elbow with each arm just as the tape had taught him. He felt the same helplessness fill him, as if he was really bound, and the knowledge he was doing it himself was intoxicating. He snorted through his gag as his cock twinged in pain at its captivity.

With a click she clipped a lead to his belt, and he felt a tap on his ass. He marched forward, following the tugs at his crotch. Every second he expected to stub his toe or walk into a wall, but on he marched. He had to trust her.

A tap on hid cock, and he stopped. A tap on his knee, and he kneeled. Two taps on his thigh, and he spread his legs. He remained perfectly still as she removed the leather and panties from his mouth. "Thank you, mistress," he intoned, as he was expected to.

She tapped his forehead, and he leaned forward blindly, finally encountering her warm silky skin. His tongue darted out, and he searched around her thighs and lips before finally finding her swollen clit. He licked, only licked. He ached to make her cum, but the command was specific.

A tap, then another on the top of his head, and his tempo increased. John was frantically horny now. He kissed and sucked like a starving animal. Something about the silent commands, the dedicated obedience was stoking his fires more than ever before. It took all his strength to not leap on her there and then.

A gentle swipe on his head, then she gently stepped on one of his toes. He fell over onto his hands, and searched with his nose until he found her bare feet. Dutifully, he kissed her toes three times and sat back on his feet, hands still folded behind him to await her next command.

He felt her squat next to him, then felt her hands on his chest. Slowly, she shoved him back until he was lying on the carpet, and she gently pulled his legs out from underneath him until his knees were straight up and his heels touched his ass. She stroked his leg twice, indicating he was to hold that position, and stroke on his chin made him open his mouth. There was a rustle and she then sat on his face.

John felt like he was going to explode. Katie had been apparently enjoying the experience as much as he had as he immediately noticed her wetness. She could barely contain herself as she grabbed a handful of his hair and gripped his head with her thighs. Her weight was crushing his arms beneath him, and his breaths came in quick snorts through his nose. She was close already. She was moaning softly above him, and he could picture her lips pouting with lust.

Then it happened. Warm liquid gushed over his face and tremors rocked her body above him. She fell to the floor next to him, gasping, and she slapped his thigh and pulled him into her arms, both of them giggling like maniacs. She quickly pulled the cage off of his cock, removed the blindfold and they fucked like rabbits for over an hour. It seemed like he was not the only one who had to work on his discipline...

The rest of the day continued along this vein. He dogged her footsteps, bringing her food, massaging her feet, cleaning various rooms and pleasuring her at every turn. It was an exercise in focus and discipline. Very rarely did she say more than a few words. She used only crop commands and tugs on the leash, and every failure was met with a painful strike to his cock. To survive, he had to clear everything from his mind except the touch of the crop. He forgot he was naked and chained. He forgot he was wearing a belt that locked away his cock.

She left him with little else. She kept him blindfolded unless he needed to see, led him unless he had orders elsewhere, and above all else kept him under her thumb. This went of for hours, lashing him back into line whenever he strayed and his missteps grew less in number. She was molding him, making him a better servant, but her discipline was different than before. Instead of anger or disappointment showing on her expressive face, she remained passive, smiling and encouraging him to do better. The pain of the crop commanded all the fear she needed already.

By the time dinner rolled around he had progressed impressively. John wondered when she had made the time to memorize it all, especially with nobody quizzing her so hard. He was, at this point, quite the expert at crop commands, but still he didn't understand the point of all this. He was more comfortable and quick at following orders, but what did this have to do with earning his collar?

"Kneel next to the couch, slave, and wait there for me." Her harsh tone shocked him out of his thoughts, but his conditioning had long taken hold and he did as he was told. His eyes focused on a tuft of the shag carpet in front of him so as not to distract himself. If she had wanted him to see what she was doing, she would have put him somewhere he had a clear view.

Click. The muscles in his neck twitched, but he remained still. It had sounded awfully like a camera. Yes, it was a camera. He could hear the sound of old-fashioned Polaroid film popping out of the camera. Katie walked in front of him and snapped another picture as he kept his eyes lowered. What the hell was this about? What was she going to do with them?

She circled him, taking several more pictures as she went, then her arms looped around his shoulders and she gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Look, sweetie," she said as she held a picture in front of him. "I wanted you to see yourself."

The picture was simple. It showed him, naked but for the belt, kneeling on a carpet with his hands resting on his thighs. It was from the side, but he had a good enough angle to be struck on the expression on his face. It was... peaceful. Gone was the crazed unhappy look that used to haunt him every morning. She showed him the next picture, this time from the front, but this time there was a visible edge to his face. His jaw was tight, and he was visibly blushing. The third picture was even worse, his eyes almost bulging with anxiety. Then the next, and the next...

"Do you understand now, John?" she cooed into his ear. "You won't let go of yourself. You are driving yourself insane with how you look. It doesn't matter. Not here, not anywhere." Hot lips teased their way down his neck. "I think you look just fine the way you are."

He looked back at the pictures, now discarded and laying on the floor. He hated that look. He hated that face. He hated his weakness. So much hate. She was right. His ex, his family, his school, he was always on guard. Why should he care if people knew he liked kinky sex? It made him happy, but now that he had that, now that he was here, alone with the only person who understood that, he was still torturing himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was hopeless.

"Shush," she whispered. "I'm here. Don't worry." He realized he had actually been shaking, but she held him still. "This is something we can beat, but first let's celebrate a long day of work." John noticed that she had cooked a pizza and brought it over to the couch. She had him lay across the couch, and then climbed onto his chest. "Now feed me!" she grinned.

Warmth. She was so warm on his chest. She seemed to fit perfectly there. Pushing the dark thoughts from his mind, he got to work feeding her slices of the pizza, pausing only to eat some himself. Idyllic as it was, his eyes kept falling on the pictures lying on the floor.

Katie was way ahead of him, though, and pulled him down into a kiss. It was a game of hers to give tiny little kisses, seeing if he would try to push it further. For the sake of his trapped cock, he held himself back. He was starting to believe that his penis would have a grid from pressing against the cage so much.

Going slow did not help much now. She squirmed over his body, fingers tracing along his chest, and then finally dipping in towards his armpits. He gave an involuntary giggle. "Uh oh," he thought.

In a flash she bolted upright, astonishment plain on her face. "Wait..." she said. "Are you ticklish?"

Oh shit. "Baby, I know what you are thinking, but you can't!" He did not like where this was going.

"I asked you a question!" The remote to the belt was in her hand in a flash, a painted nail over the shock button. "Are. You. Ticklish?"

"Err... just a little bit."

"That's all I need. Now UP!" He had to gasp as she leapt from the couch, pulling him after her by the belt. He absolutely positively 100% did not like where this was going.

The manic energy that had possessed her before had returned. She was too impatient for crop commands now, and she kicked the back of his knees forcing him onto the floor of the bedroom. There he waited, hands gripping the opposite elbow behind his back, watching her prepare. First out of the trunk were an inflatable ball gag with a small hole, then a strict posture collar, and finally a thick leather hood, but the ropes and cuffs were left alone. She swooped back down on him and he opened his jaw obediently. He couldn't believe how deeply he was digging his own grave, but he knew that any disobedience would be painful and short-lived.

She practically slammed the gag into his mouth. The rubber was bitter, and the hollow ball sizeable, and his jaw almost immediately began to ache as she pumped it up even larger, and she buckled until his jaw was locked into place. Next went the collar, a thick leather affair boned with metal, and his chin fit into a small cup on the front and forcing him to look ahead. He could feel the snick of small locks on the back.

Small rubber tubes were shoved up his nostrils, forcing a snort out of him, then darkness as the hood slipped over his face. He smelled sweat and fear in the leather. Fingers poked at him through the supple hide, and the inserts clicked into holes and he found he could breath quite easily. The hood was comfortable enough.

Then, a foot planted on his back, she gripped the strings on the back of the hood and heaved with all her might. Constriction. His tiny world pressed in on him. Another heave, then another, each one tightening the unforgiving grip on his skull. Fingers poked and prodded, smoothing the hide to allow her further tightening, and before long he could not tell where the skin ended and the leather began. He could hear nothing, smell only the rubber and leather, and see absolutely nothing. Total blackout.

A hand gripped his arm, and he stumbled to his feet and pulled forward. He was laid on something hard and wrapped in foam and leather, and she spread his legs and arms wide before buckling soft cuffs around each limb. A familiar cold touch picked at his anus, and a mercifully slender plug that was then locked fast penetrated him.

His head swam, and his world tumbled as he was raised vertical. He could only hang there, helpless.

Katie looked at the prize before her. John was locked securely onto her St. Andrew's Cross, something she had been aching to put to use. She leaned forward to gaze at what used to be his face. A shining visage of black, polished leather, utterly expressionless, stared back at her. There was only a small sealed circle in front of the mouth. The faint whistle of air emanated from his nose. She was especially proud of her work here. She couldn't believe how tight it was, a perfectly smooth surface. Splendid.

With the key around her neck, she removed the cage from around his cock. It was a small mercy, she knew that he would be excited by what came next, and besides, she wanted access to the sensitive skin on his dick. It grew before her eyes. "How predictable," she giggled.

Katie then raised her weapon. She herself was not ticklish, so she had needed to search deep in the closet in order to find it. It was a classic feather duster, kept pristine in storage and ready to go to battle. She would find out how ticklish he really was.

With the patience of a painter, she lowered her brush to the canvass of his exposed skin. A single tip touched down on his inner thigh, and she heard a snort as the muscle twitched. She pulled away, waited a few seconds, and then touched it again, drawing it along his skin. This time his whole leg went rigid, and the snort louder. This was more than she had dared hoped for.

She prodded at his armpit, then the other, keeping the rhythm irregular and unpredictable. Each time he would spasm and shake, snorting through the mask. She had kept the cuffs spread tight on the cross, so there was little movement he could make. Besides, any shake would only rub the plug lodged in his ass. It was a devious touch to add a plug mount to the cross, but well worth the time.

She grinned, and spread her touch downward. He was still rock hard, of course, but the feathers were just as effective on his shaven crotch. She could tell he was trying to restrict his movements for the sake of the plug, but it was utterly hopeless. He was just too ticklish.

She attacked his feet, his hands, his chest, his legs; everything was open season for the duster. Pure heady power made her feel light-headed. This was utter control. She was turning his very own body against him, for it was her property now, but no matter what she did he would beg for more. She could see it in his eyes. He had no secrets from her. John was shaking and seizing at this point. His muscles flexed in every direction possible, but nothing could prevent her touch. There was nowhere to go.

She hadn't meant to go on long, but this was just too much fun. He was putty in her hands, and she wanted to make sure he was sorry for hiding his ticklishness from her. It opened so many opportunities for her; it lit a fire in her. She kept glancing down at his proud member, still standing erect under the onslaught. She felt so hot right now, and she just wanted to ride that pole so goddamn much. Besides, that cock was her property. She could use it any way she pleased.

"Fuck it." She tossed the duster aside, then stood on her tiptoes and lowered herself onto him. She was already so wet, her seam welcomed his fullness eagerly, and her lips formed around the moan that ripped from her chest. The cross and John's own height meant she had to stay on tiptoes, and her own weight drove him deep inside her. "Oh... ooooh..."

Inspiration struck her, and she leapt up and swung her legs around the cross. She grabbed the top of the cross and hung there, writhing against him. Their sweat mingled. His bindings were too much for him to do more than snort, so she was able to control the pace. "That's right," she thought. "I have this. You are mine now."

They came together explosively, and she pulled herself off only to fall gasping onto the floor. She let him just hang there for a while. She liked him right where he was.

When she had caught her breath, Katie unbuckled her captive from the cross and lowered his limp body to the floor. With a flick she undid the rubber seal on front of the mask, revealing a hole large enough to feed a small tube she made ready. She deflated the gag, then fed the tube through his mouth, leaving the free end in a bowl of water, which she was pleased to see he immediately began to suck down. While he busied himself with that, she got back onto her computer.

The phone rang just as she was finishing a rushed order form to a local blacksmith. She let it go to voicemail, figuring she could pick it up if anything important came up. "Hi, this is Lannis investment," echoed the message in her voice, "I'm away from work for the week, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you when I can. BEEP."

"Katie, please." Her heart stopped. Chris. "I know last time didn't go well, but I thought you should know that I am going to be at the fair. I'd like to see you there." A heavy breath hissed through the speaker. "I still think you are making a mistake. You were so happy with me, and the thought of another person... it makes my skin crawl. I have subs I am teaching, and they are nervous to go to the fair, and they could really use your experience, just please let me know. Please. See me at the fair. Uh, bye.

Katie hung her head in her hands. She had known he was many things, but not the jealous type. It was too late for anger; she was beyond that. This time she just felt exhausted by this drama. She just wanted it to end, and not with more swearing.

Suddenly, an idea formed in her head, but she shook her head. There was no way she would be able to get John to go through that. It was too public. On the other hand, he had surprised her many times already, and if handled right, it could be exactly what he needed. There was so little time, only two days. She would have to move fast.


Day 5 (added: 2013/07/28)

John awoke the next morning feeling fresher than he had ever felt before. He had walked in a daze the previous night as Katie had stripped and washed him, and soon as he had hit the bed he had been out, but now, with the skylights illuminating the room, he opened his eyes fully alert.

"Fat lot it could do me though," he mumbled as he looked down. Around one ankle, a massive cuff of steel was locked to a chain that trailed above him to a hook above the bed. A quick yank confirmed his suspicions that it was not going away. Of course, his belt was also still securely locked as well.

His habitual morning wood showed it's eager face, but this time with an added edge. He realized he quite enjoyed this feeling. Something having full range of movements while still being helpless really got to him. He laid back in the pillows, one hand over his caged member and the other on his tingling neck. Perhaps today he would earn that collar.

His dreams had been filled with that collar. He could probably draw a perfect picture of it, so clear was the image burned in his mind. A single silver loop adorned with a single ring. He couldn't believe only a week ago he had thought of giving it to another.

"Oh, up already, are we?" Katie strode into the room in her bathrobe, carrying a plate piled with bacon and eggs. He began calculating the distance the chain allowed him.

"Katie, do you realize what people would give to have someone like you bring them bacon and eggs in the morning?" He spun onto his side in a classic modeling pose, flashing his most ridiculous grin.

"Wouldn't most of them balk at the belt and the chain you got there?" she giggled, placing the plate down on the bedside table. "I imagine that would be too much for momMMFFFMFP!"

With a crash he jumped into her, tearing off her robe and wrapping her in a bear hug and kissing her startled lips. They rolled over and over onto the bed, both of them getting wrapped up in the heavy chain. John was ready for her this time, and focused on using his larger weight to pin her beneath him, but he was surprised when she did not fight back. Instead, they melted into each other in a warm embrace. She finally ended up with her back to him wrapped in his arms, both of them laughing like idiots. He could not get over how warm she felt. There was not a feeling in the world like the warmth of a woman.

"Give me freedom, temptress!" he hissed, squeezing tighter.

"How about some bacon, instead?"

"Okay." He released her and leapt for the plate, crunching away at the first slice with relish. She giggled and joined in.

"You sure have a lot of energy this morning," she said between crunches.

"I slept really well. You really took it out of me!" He tackled the eggs, but after a pause he startled her with his next question. "How exactly do you end up with a place like this?"

Her face turned red, but she had answered the question before many times. "My father was an investment banker. Against his better judgment he let me learn the trade. He's gone now, but he left me the house, and I make it by managing accounts for people and myself." She smiled bashfully at him. "Were you expecting something more elaborate?"

"I'm just interested in your body," he said, before blowing a raspberry on her stomach and making her laugh. "I'm sorry about your dad."

"Old history." They crunched away for a few seconds. "I had a crazy idea."

He was interested in what her definition of crazy was. "Go on."

"Tomorrow evening is this gigantic BDMS Kink fair in town. I always go when I can. It's where I got most of my toys." He felt her eyes watching him closely. "I was thinking we could go."

That sounded... public. "I'm guessing you don't mean go dressed in street clothes."

Her face told him that she had picked up on the note of panic in his voice. "You would be my dog in the show."

He turned away and hung his head in his hands. His mind swam. This was supposed to be a private thing. How could he handle one spectator, let alone hundreds? "Katie, I don't know..."

Soft hands gripped his head, and he looked up once more into her eyes. They seemed clearer now than they had ever been. "You would have a mask. Nobody would recognize you. Nobody would care." Her voice was a whisper. "The only thing that would matter would be me at your side and the collar around your neck."

He was confused. Where had this all come from? "Was this your plan all along?"

She laughed. "I never really had a plan. People change. I just try to do what feels right, and this feels right." She kissed him sweetly. "You fear what others think, but you shouldn't. You have the right to decide what makes you happy. You alone. I can try and force you to ignore them, I can try and force you to free yourself, but that will never work. It's always been up to you. To let go and let your vulnerabilities become your strengths is what the collar means to me."

The photos, the dreams, everything started to click into place. Hadn't he agreed to this whole adventure because he was tired of hiding? There was only one bit that still didn't make sense. "Why would you do this for me, go through all this just to get me over my personal hang-ups?"

Green eyes darkened slightly, but she did not look away. She was focused on him. "I did the same thing once, earned a collar. I needed that. I needed a sense of self worth. I moved on from that. You give me such a sense of pride, of power and potency. I loved the collar, but after I got it, Dad died and everything changed. I didn't feel like I had control over my life." Light returned to her eyes as well as tears. "When you look at me, I feel like I can take on the world, because you would follow me as I did it. Now follow me to the fair. I promised I would take care of you."

Then and there, he knew it was what he wanted. Fuck what people thought, this was his life and he was happier here than he had ever been. "As you wish, mistress," he said through a smile.

Her composure broke, and he was suddenly covered in wet, teary kisses. "Thank you, slave, but we have a lot of work to do to make you presentable to the judges."

He waited patiently as she disappeared into the closet once again, but it was not long before she returned with a long black garment bag. She unzipped it, and John saw something made of shiny black latex slither out. Steel buckles clinked softly in the folds. He reached out to touch it, but she slapped it away.

Talcum powder came next. She spent several minutes shoving the stuff in various sleeves and holes in the suit, then even more time rubbing it over his body. When he was suitably covered, he was unshackled and she shook out pant legs from the pile of latex. She rolled it up, and then slowly worked it back over his muscular legs. Latex of this quantity was something new to him, but something about it was incredibly rewarding. He loved the look of his muscles underneath the shiny surface, and almost immediately he was unable to tell where his skin ended and the latex began. His hands roamed across his legs, examining the straps glued to the fabric and the rubber pad on the knee.

When she had reached his crotch, she pulled the key from around her neck and unlocked the belt. It felt strange to have it off, and there was a broad red stripe on his skin where the belt had hugged his hips. The high pants were pulled up to his abdomen, and then belted with a final strap. His legs were bent at the knee, and she set about wrapping the straps around his thighs and shins. Each clasp clicked shut, and he could see tiny keyholes on each one.

A short shirt was next, covered with more straps and clasps. His arms plunged into the tight sleeves with no opening, and a small strap attached to the odd mittens at the wrist kept him trapped there. The shirt was pulled down farther, and he saw that the long straps dangling linked to his leggings. With everything connected, his chest was left bare, as well as his upper back. There his skin was wrapped in thick straps.

She reached into his mouth with some kind of metal clamp. He dutifully lay still as she tightened the metal over his teeth, and when she was done his tongue was tightly pressed flat against the bottom of his mouth.

Finally, there was the hood. She slipped it over his head faster than he could blink, and he had half a minute of darkness as she adjusted the fit. When she was finished, he could see out of two narrow holes, and breath out of his nose and gagged mouth.

Katie pulled him off the bed, and faced him towards the mirror. Facing back at him was a hunched figure with a smooth skin of latex. At his waist, lower back and chest, muscles flexed plainly under pale skin, but everywhere else was shiny black. On his face was a Doberman mask from which his two bright eyes peered. Hands bundled into balls roamed his body, pawing uselessly at the suit. The crotch was unbuttoned, and his cock hung stiffly below him.

Standing next to him, however, was Katie. She stood next to him, proudly nude and with a look of pride plain on her face. He felt sweat pop out over his body, but not because of the latex. He had a vision of her walking along, joy shining from her face, and him crawling proudly along beside her.

"You know, it always tickles me how easy it is to tie you up," she laughed, shaking him from his reverie. "You just sat there while I made you helpless!"

He shrugged, making her laugh. Honestly, he had never felt better. The straps were tight and latex unforgiving. At no point could he forget how completely bound he was. It felt so permanent and inescapable. The effect was... potent.

There was a zipping sound, and he saw that Katie was fiddling with his ass, and he herd the sound of the zipper being undone. He sighed at the cold touch of KY jelly, and tried to not fight it as she shoved a thin plug inside him, then inflated. On the opposite end was a tail. How quaint.

"Stay!" she commanded, and she pressed against his rear. Immediately, low vibrations rippled through his gut from the plug. "Sit!" and he sat back on his rear, driving the plug deeper into him. It was a struggle to stay still.

"Good boy. I'll be right back, and we can go for walkies!" She disappeared into the closet, leaving him alone again. To stay in control, he focused on a spot on the floor in front of him. A patch of light was hitting the carpet. Other things still preyed on his mind. The latex was still pressing against him, ever present. The plug continued to buzz away. He squirmed. He pawed at the ground. A whine escaped the gag. When would she get back?

After what seemed like ages, she walked back in, wearing tight red spandex workout gear. It did not seem like exercise was the only thing on the designer's mind when making it, but he could not argue with the effect. The legs fell loose, but stretched up around her toned ass and ended high on her hips. The top was not much more than a sports bra, and her nipples began to poke through the material as she turned the corner. She was sexy as hell, and he could tell she knew it. She circled him so he could get the full view, and he had to stop himself from hopping up and down at the sight of her.

"Here we go, pup!" She leaned down and he felt a dog collar tightened around his neck, with leash attached. His skin underneath the neck of the suit itched, but he knew it was not the collar he dreamed of. It was only an anchor for the leash in her hand. She tugged on it, and he was relieved to let off some pressure from the plug. He crawled alongside her, wagging his tail in annoyance of the intruder.

His earlier exercise on four legs proved useful here, and it was far easier to crawl with arms fully extended. She kept the leash slightly taught, just like a show dog. "Left, right, left, right, left, left... shit!" he thought. His gait faltered as he tried to keep his front and back alternated, and it turned out Katie had brought the crop, too, for it smacked against his lower back painfully. He corrected, and she led him out the back door and onto the back lawn.

"Ah, isn't it a great day? Isn't it?" Her grip tightened on the crop, and he gave a garbled bark. She patted his head, and he trailed along helplessly back onto the trail around the lake. He wanted to laugh at the hoof and wheel marks on the path, but her tugs kept him focused.

The mittens and knees turned out to be well protected with rubber, and his gait became more fluid. It was fascinating, seeing the world from so low to the ground. The sight of Katie towering above him was certainly one of his favorites. She seemed so tall, so fearless. Her grip on his leash was tight, as of someone who was holding onto something dear. She kept him on a tight leash, literally, and he could not do much to control his own fate.

They went along the same trail for a bit, and then followed a smaller path cut into the woods. The dirt and roots proved tricky for his clumsy paws, but the crop kept him motivated. The view was actually quite lovely, with dappled light coming down between the branches. An odd impulse to go stumbling off into the bushes filled him, but he was still leashed. Maybe later, he decided, when Mistress said he could.

The trail finally ended in a wide, grassy field of mowed grass. At the edge sat a large greenhouse and a supply shed. It looked slightly abandoned. While he was distracted, Katie unclipped the leash from his neck. He looked up at her, confused, but she only smiled down at him and held up a small red rubber ball pulled from a pocket.

"Fetch!" she yelled, and tossed it bouncing across the yard. He watched it go stupidly, but after a strike to his rear with the crop he was off. As he bounded clumsily across the yard, he realized that, technically, he was free. There was no leash leading him to the ball. Still, the latex hugging his flesh reminded him of his limitations, and even so, the idea of leaving left him feeling confused. What would he do? What could he do?

He finally came upon the ball lying in the grass. He lowered his head, and the ball slipped past the open mouth of the mask and he gripped it in his teeth. He had had a lot of ball gags in his mouth recently; he figured this one was not too different. He raised his head, and across the lawn Katie beckoned to him, calling his name. He looked left. The narrow trunks of trees hid gaps large enough to squeeze through. It would take some time for her to catch up with him. He looked around the lawn. It was wide and long, and he figured he could probably get away with circling around her, leading her on a chase. He had the ball now.

With his head held high, he pranced back to Katie. His heart soared as she rubbed at the ears on the hood and patted the top of his head. "Good, boy!" she whispered, and he rubbed his head into her breasts, making her laugh and push him away. With another toss, the ball was off again, and he trotted after it again. Pretty quickly he was making good time across the yard, and by the fifteenth throw he felt confident traveling in the suit.

As he returned the sixteenth time, he had an idea. Picking up speed at the last moment, he leapt up into her arms, bowling her over. With a surprised "whoop!" she fell backwards onto the grass. A wild laugh escaped her lips, and she gripped him in her arms and they rolled in the sun-warmed grass.

He ended up on top, with his paws pinning her arms to the side, and he let out a victorious howl. A look of shock was on her face for a second, before bursting out with laughter. She jerked one hand free, then reached down and unzipped the front of his pants. His bulging member fell free of the pants, and she put her arm back under his paw and gave him a single wink.

John crawled off of her, then flipped her over onto her stomach. With blunt paws he managed to pull down her pants, and luckily enough she had not worn panties. She climbed up onto her hands and knees in confusion, and he seized the chance by mounting her from behind. To say they made love would be inaccurate, because what he really did was fuck her. He fucked her from behind like the dog he was. The plug had been driving him nuts for almost an hour, now he let loose into her. He loved every second of it, and from the way she dug her fingers into the dirt and moaned she did too.

He fell over into the grass next to her, both of them panting, and she snuggled into his arms. He could feel the heat of her body through the latex, and he held her close. In his mind, he could see them doing this everyday, just playing in the grass. She felt so precious to him, lying here underneath his grip. He was certain that he loved her, but nothing was certain with her. She seemed a mystery to him still.

He looked up at the moss-covered greenhouse, wondering, and gave Katie a poke and pointed. Her face was hidden, but she sighed heavily before speaking.

"That was my father's. We used to run a nursery in there of flowers, vegetables, fruit." She giggled before continuing. "Weed. I keep mowing this lawn thinking I will clean it out next, but I never do."

She climbed back up onto her feet and re-attached his leash. She led him slowly over to the shed. He could not even see inside the windows, so much dirt and fog had caked on the glass. She pushed open the door on rusty hinges. Inside, the narrow room was framed by two layers of shelves, upon which sat an assortment of plastic and ceramic pots, plants growing out of them in various states of chaotic sprawl. He watched as Katie stood there, looking around with focused eyes. For a full minute she stood motionless, then she spoke.

"We can clean this up later. It's not so bad in here."

With that, she turned around and they began the short walk back to the house.

The rest of the day was rather sedate. After a late lunch from a dog bowl he was unlocked from the suit and left shackled to the bed while she tried on outfits for the next day. Never before had he imagined such a variety of fetish outfits. They were elegant and complex, each one making his head spin with the way it accentuated her lovely form. Maid uniforms, ball gowns, slim silk slips, garments restricting and open, prudish and revealing, all of them Katie rejected.

When she grew bored, she bore down on John with a fury. She bade him take her every way possible, all the while playing him like a guitar string about to snap, and when she climbed away he could only lay there, shackled by metal, waiting to be played with again like a toy with it's batteries taken out.

Finally, after a particularly long wait in the closet, she emerged once more in her bathrobe. "I decided," she said proudly.

"What, I don't get to see it?" he whined.

"Nope!" Grinning, she jumped into bed once more. Soft hands grabbed his arms and pulled them around her, and she curled up in his grasp on the soft sheets. With one hand, he stroked her hair. She was so warm...

"Have you thought about what you want to do after the week is over?"

The question startled him out of his reverie, and his brain clunked back into motion. The truth was, he had not thought one bit about it. Time barely registered with her around. She took up the whole of his attention.

"No," he said. "I haven't."

"You should," she said, her face hidden from view. "You have your classes to think of."

He sighed. "I know..." He could feel the slick metal of the shackle on his ankle. He imagined it snapping open, leaving him completely free, but it didn't sit right with him.

"I have to work sometimes, too, you know." She curled deeper into his grasp.

John gripped tighter. "I expect having a collar locked around my neck will make sure I keep coming back."

He could feel her muscles tense, then relax a little bit. "You really do mean it, then."

Frowning, he grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over to face him. Her freckled face was flushed with color, but she looked back at him with that familiar fierceness in her eyes. He had to steel himself before he could speak again.

"Of course I do. It's what I want."

She was not grinning anymore. "How can I know that? Maybe you are just convinced yourself that you like it because you need the lay. Or maybe you'll cut off the collar as soon as you get bored with it, or you get embarrassed." She stared into his chest, seeming to shrink as she talked.

"No!" he said. "I wouldn't do that." He paused, then grit his teeth. "I love you."

Shocked eyes shot back up to his face, her soft lips parted in surprise. Surprise? He didn't think he was capable of surprising her anymore. His stomach, deadened with panic, churned horribly. What had he just done? He felt the insane urge to bolt out of there.

But it was not the end. Katie looked down for a second, thoughtful, then before he could react she kissed him, lightly, on the lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she rested her head against his chest. "Thank you," she whispered.

It was all he could do to hold her tight against his chest. There was nothing more important than keeping her close. Neither of them noticed falling asleep.

"Rise and shine!"

John startled awake, trying to bolt upright before being stopped the familiar clink of the handcuffs tying his wrists to the headboard. Blinking his eyes, he saw Katie standing in her bathrobe at the foot of the bed, a shit-eating grin on her face.

"You are one heavy sleeper," she laughed. "That's a dangerous trait to have around here."

His morning wood fought against the reinstalled chastity belt on his waist despite himself. "Don't we have somewhere to be?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yup, but wherever it is you are going on my time, so don't worry your little head." She leapt onto the bed and undid the cuffs from the bed, then locked them again behind his back. Katie then retrieved a leather leash and tied it around the chain between the cuffs, slipping it between his legs and pulling him like that off the bed before tying it off to one of the ropes they had left hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. After she pulled it taught, he was left on his tiptoes, trying to relieve the pressure of the leash on his balls. As a last touch, a ball-gag was buckled onto his head.

"I think it's time to show you the outfit I chose," she said as she strode in front and faced him. She untied the belt on the robe and shrugged, and as it dropped he gasped. Katie stood stiffly in a black latex corset that trapped her waist and held her exposed breasts in shallow cups. The bottom of the corset was tied to a garter belt with buckles adorned with pink bows, and pink stitch highlighted the sheer black garters and panties she wore. The garters themselves were only exposed down to a bit below the knee, where they disappeared underneath shining black thigh-high boots with perilously high heels. Around her neck was a slender choker, and as he watched she pulled on latex opera gloves and a gothic looking blouse and leather mini-skirt, both black with pink details.

It was all terribly girly. With her young face and the pink bows, it was the last thing he expected, but it fit. The heels and corset were strict and domineering, and she exuded maturity and lust with the "business" attire. The outfit spoke of youthful innocence capable of great power.

"I don't think I need to ask if you like it," she laughed, seeing the expression on his face. She strode forward on towering heels until she was inches from his face, and he felt her gloved hands lightly grip his balls. Her lips were parted breathing hot air onto his face. "I recognize that 'holy shit' look on your face clear as day." Her grip tightened painfully. "But you are right, we do have a schedule to keep."

Katie's glanced into the rear view again, peeking a look at the back seat. He was still there, of course, strapped down to the seat and wrapped up in the dog suit, but she felt like if she didn't make sure he would vanish from sight, too good to be true. Honestly, he was the least of her worries. She felt like she was coming down with the worst stage fright of her life.

The convention was all class, just as she remembered it. It was always set up at the local convention center, which she thought was pretty brave of the establishment. Chances were that the cut of the sales inside was just too big to pass up. Three stories, all likely already packed with people, some there for the spectacle and shops, others to show off elaborate costumes. It was rare that a fetish could surprise her, but some of the people here really went all the way. It was almost enough to make her blush.

Since she had signed up for the show, she pulled down into the private lot underground where they could prepare out of sight of the sightseers above. She had to drive carefully to avoid the people milling about. She nearly ran into a pack of playboy bunnies all chained together into a line.

She parked quickly, flashing her pass and a smile at the friendly security guard grinning in his booth like a fool. John had been left blindfolded for the trip up, and she had to smile at the way his head perked up at her fumbling with his seatbelt. He really did fit the part. "All the more pressure on me," she muttered. She took off his blindfold, and his warm eyes blinking up at her gave her courage.

Time to get serious. Right inside the convention center doors was a changing room. There she tied John's leash to the doorknob, leaving him to stare shyly at the other subs in the same boat, some much more uncomfortable than he. She particularly liked the pony with a chain looped through a cock ring and tied to each knee, forcing him to high-step wherever he went.

It was a short time before she was back in heels, her corset tightened and gloves stretched over her arms. "Yes," she thought, squirming in the slick outfit. "I can do this." She strode out the door, seizing John's leash without even looking and tugging him along. There was just one last thing she needed to get.

The whole day had gone by in a blur, but for John, now crawling on the floor with latex-clad cock hanging out in front of hundreds of people, everything was crystal clear.

The sound of his breathing echoed in his hood. It brought the smell of leather, sweat, and excitement. He chewed on the gag, tasting the metal and rubber. The sounds of the crowd were muffled as Katie had inserted plugs into his ears, but he could hear laughter and nervous tittering. And the sights! Everywhere, people were transformed into animals and creatures, bound and exposed, quivering and heaving. Shops selling wicked looking instruments of torture, craftsmen bent over their leatherworking tools, and smiths hard at work. He thought he saw a shelf covered in belts like his own, and he remembered Katie saying she frequented this place often. Perhaps he should keep an eye out, try to keep her from surprising him again.

Before him, the latex clad legs of his mistress cut through the crowd with the confidence of a predator. He could see the stares she drew, numb with awe at first, then incredulous eyes falling on her strange pet. Laughter, confusion, jealousy, their reactions surprised him. They were certainly not the most elaborate pair there, nor were they the most extreme. "It must be her," he thought. "She is selling it."

"KATIE!" someone shouted delightedly from the crowd. Tiny feet danced up to him, and he strained his neck to look up at a slender black girl wearing an impressive Xena costume, accurate except for the lack of cups on the brassier.

Katie and her chatted animatedly, but he could only make out enough of their conversation to guess that Katie's arrival was unexpected. She didn't seem worried, so he relaxed and focused on the feeling of the leash kept taught at his neck. He sat down obediently at her side, content to wait at her convenience, and his heart soared as she favored him with a scratch on the head.

The word "puppy" brought him back to reality as Katie's friend dropped down to her knees and gave him a wet smooch on his forehead. She looked back to his mistress, asking some questions about him no doubt, and John watched in rising excitement and horror as her fingers trailed down and began to stroke his member. The training to remain still, beaten into him over the last day, barely held as she nimbly got to work. Panic rose in him, but still Katie and the newcomer chatted away unconcernedly, not even glancing at him. Before long he was trembling to hold back the pressure. Air whistled through his nose as he panted, head swimming helplessly.

Then, as quickly as she had started, she stopped, and John looked at her just in time to see her burst into laughter at his desperate expression. His body flushed with heat at the humiliation, and he bit into the gag to stay focused. With a pat on his head, she stood up and hugged Katie before she disappeared into the crowd.

He looked up at Katie, and she smiled down at him reassuringly before tugging him along once again. Now that he was incensed, he was having trouble focusing on his gate with such erotic sights around him. They passed a booth where customers could test the strength of vibrators on bikini-clad women tightly bound to metal posts, necks locked into pillories and feet forced onto their tiptoes. Then there was a shoe-shining station, where male subs waited to lick clean the boots of passing dominatrices. There was even a small corral, where human ponies of both genders were being critiqued on their dressage.

"Shit," he thought. "The show." Every time he thought of it he could feel cold sweat begin to run down his sides. Even with his face hidden under the hood he felt so exposed, and Katie was doing her level best to be conspicuous. Her grip on the leash was strong, though, and she kept leading him forward. John tried his best to just let go and operate on instinct, and he could feel the happy haze of submission wash back over him again.

Finally they arrived at their destination: what looked to him to be a booth specializing in bondage jewelry. Katie had him sit again, this time activating the vibrator in the tail plug as she did. John let his weight push the plug deeper and his head lolled to the side as he lost himself again. Through half-lidded eyes he noticed Katie talking animatedly with the man at the table, another old friend it seemed. He handed her a small package wrapped in brown paper, but before he could guess at its contents she was leading him off again.

As he crawled through the crowd, his muscles squirmed and tensed around the plug, trying to squeeze it tighter. His body ached for an orgasm; it was unbearable. He rubbed his head impatiently against Katie's thigh, but it only earned him a swat on the head. He looked around to distract himself and saw other "dogs" around them, heading in the same direction. The variety in the suits was surprising, with some covered head to toe in faux fur and others in only rope. Most of them weren't even hooded, instead wearing a gag harness or nothing at all on their faces. John wondered if Katie had chosen the hood specifically to protect his nerves.

A slender girl taped into a frog tie padded up alongside him with tongue out and panting, and her eyes were distant and glazed with lust. Her owner was a tall redheaded man in a suit, and he seemed agitated. He leaned in towards Katie, hissing something at her. John looked up at Katie, who just flashed a brilliant smile at the man and flipped him the bird. His jaw set, the man marched off, his pet giving John a wistful look before being dragged off.

They checked in at the door of a presentation hall, a banner above them announcing the fair's annual dog show. At the center of the room was a large ring surrounded by seats filled with eager watchers. The bitch category had already started, but he could not see into the ring from his position. Katie led him behind a curtain at the back of the room where other contestants were preparing.

Katie had him climb onto a low table, then tied off his leash to the side and began fussing with the suit. As she cleaned and shined the latex, John could see her eyes glancing at other tables, most of which were barefaced or with a simple harness gag.

John grit his teeth. Because of this woman, he felt happier than he had felt in a long time, and yet he still felt nervous about having an audience. "Fuck this," he thought. "I shouldn't have to be afraid of others anymore. I have her."

John looked up at Katie and nodded three times, the signal to talk. She almost didn't notice as she buffed one of the buckles half to death, but stopped and unlaced the hood. The earplugs were removed, and John had to shake his head at the rush of sudden sound.

"What is it, sweetie, we go on right after the bitches, and they just started." Her façade of confidence was slipping. "We don't have much time."

"Leave the hood off," he blurted breathlessly. "I mean... like them." What the hell was he doing?

Her jaw dropped. "What, are you serious? You do know there are about a hundred people out there, right?" She let out a hollow laugh. "We don't need both of us feeling the pressure."

"I know. I don't care. I don't want to hide." His heart threatened to beat out of his chest and he started to tear up. "Please.

Katie looked at him then with a mixture of pride and astonishment, but did not speak. Instead, she reached down and began unwrapping the package she had picked up. It was a collar, steel but shining like silver, adorned with only a small ring. She gripped his hair and wrenched his head up, pressing the cold metal to his throat. It fit perfectly around his neck, and the oiled hinge swung silently shut, the clasp locking with a gentle click. It was done.

"Listen close. I want you to stay with me. I don't want you to go. I'll lock you up if I have to, just don't go." Her voice was choked with sobs and tears streamed down both of their faces. "Don't you dare leave me."

"I'm right where I belong," he choked. They kissed then, her arms thrown around his still bound form. Others were looking at them now, grinning at the sight but he did not care. Not anymore. It was awhile before she pulled away.

"Fuck!" she hiccupped. "I'm forgetting myself. Hold still." John stayed silent while she worked again on his appearance. He wanted to savor the feeling of the metal fresh on his neck.

"The bitches are finishing up," a producer shouted out. "Everybody get ready." John looked up and spotted the man from before with the girl dog who had been so friendly with him. On her breast a ribbon was taped, silver and with a large two emblazoned on it. She was practically prancing with pride, but the man only stared over at them, eyes narrowed. He jerked cruelly on the leash, dragging the girl away.

Katie ignored the stare, taking the leash and clipping it to the collar. His muscles relaxed as he settled down into the canine mindset, letting her lead his every movement. As they lined up with the other nineteen dogs, they looked at each other for a brief second. Her eyes shined and she bit her lip, the leather of the leash creaking in her clenched fist, but he knew she was ready.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present this year's male category in canine training," the announcer boomed over the speakers. "Let's welcome the hardworking trainers and their pets!" The lights nearly blinded him as he crawled on stage in line with the others, and just as Katie taught him he pivoted sharply when the line stopped and dropped into sitting position. The crowd was indistinct in front of him, a blur of movement and faces, so he go and just focused on his poise. His face was burning, but less than he thought. The exposure and self consciousness was there, but it only served to fill him with warmth and elevate his heartbeat.

After the applause died down, they circled the ring for the judges, sharply dressed women with keen eyes. John kept his eyes ahead, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he felt a swell of pride at the attention he was getting.

The dog show required the pets to go through several tests to check their training, and the first was a simple test of their knowledge of crop and vocal commands. With an imposing blonde judge scrutinizing him, Katie led him through a lightning round of tricks and poses. Sitting, laying down, presenting his cock, opening his mouth wide, licking her feet, rolling over, it was frantically paced and John was sweating with concentration to keep up. Katie smiled at his performance. It seemed he had done fairly well, and that thought filled him with happiness beyond anything the stares from the crowd could match.

Next, he climbed onto a box and ordered to stay still. Katie kneeled in front of him, touching his cheek. "Just focus on me," she whispered, and they locked eyes. He could sense the judge approaching, and he held steady as the examination began. Unfamiliar gloved hands touched his ass, spreading the cheeks to check the depth of the plug. A finger plunged in roughly and clinically, checking his tightness and training, but before it withdrew another gripped his dick. She gave it a few pumps to bring it to full size, then rubbed the head thoughtfully and measured the length. He could not believe the coldness of the process, but the dehumanization and humiliation did not stop the joy and adrenaline he was feeling.

After checking his mouth and other things, the judge withdrew and motioned to Katie to begin the next test. Grinning demurely, Katie lifted her skirt and unlaced the front of her panties. Jon sat on his haunches, closing his eyes and opening his mouth in expectation, and after a few tense moments the scent of her arousal wafted over him as she stood before him. This was familiar territory, and he got to work immediately on licking and kissing like a good little dog.

The skirt fell over his head and smell of her became overpowering. She gripped the side of his head and shoved her weeping lips hard into his face. After so much practice, John knew the perfect spots, the perfect pressures, and the perfect speeds to play her like a violin. He felt intoxicated. He knew she had the control, but only he could do this to her. This was his power, and it was not long before she shuddered and pulled away, leaving his face drenched. Despite himself, he licked his lips. It tasted sweet.

He opened his eyes to see Katie and the judge conversing in low voices, Katie with a blush and a smile and the judge completely passive. The judge handed Katie a leather belt with a mounted glass dildo and gestured for her to stand behind him. With slightly shaky but firm hands Katie unlocked the plug and withdrew it from his ass and applied a small amount of lubricant to his skin. After the judge stood writing on a clipboard more a few minutes, she kneeled down so that she was level with his face and gave the thumbs up. With no hesitation, Katie plunged the cold, greased strap-on deep into his ass, pumping in and out in rhythm. The judge's stare bored into him, noting the way his hands clenched and every movement on his face. It was up to John to take every thrust without so much as a grimace.

The judge pulled yet another strap-on out of a bag at her feet and stood up, and John watched as she pulled it slowly over her stocking clad legs until the phallus poked up under her skirt. She shoved it into his face, and he obediently took it in his mouth and began to suck. Katie had warned him that it had been used on the women in the previous show and he wasn't sure how much he was imagining the rancid taste of shit mixed with the scent of arousal.

She began fucking his face while Katie drove harder into his ass behind him. The judge stared down at him as he was pit roasted there in front of the entire crowd, his cock still erect. It took every ounce of his focus to not gag, though it was more because of the scientific scrutiny of the judge than anything. He had never felt more like a piece of meat.

After what seemed like an age, they both withdrew leaving John gasping for air. The judge scribbled away while others were just finishing up with the faces of the other dogs. Katie swooped down and held his sagging chin in her hands. Her nearly silent words were of pride and happiness and concern, and they helped give him the strength to go on.

After quickly comparing notes at the center table, the judges had them circle the ring. Some of the other dogs were staring at him across the ring, and he started doubting his performance. He never had much hope, since he was such a novice, but he had hoped he would at least not make a fool of himself. Katie was still smiling next to him, though. That gave him hope.

He was so absorbed in his worry that he did not notice the judges striding back from the tables, so when he spotted them point to a dog across the ring he nearly jumped. They pointed out second, then third, and then, to his complete astonishment, to him. They had placed. With little to no training they had placed among people that spent months to get this perfect.

Katie hopped into the air with a squeal, and he bumped her legs with his head as they trotted up to the judges to receive their award. The iron-colored ribbon was stuck onto his right ass cheek, and he wiggled it proudly at the cheering audience. John looked up to see Katie's face blushing bright red as she waved, and he could only sit there at her side with a stupid grin on his face. As they made their exit from the ring, John could have sworn that men in the crowd were looking at him with jealousy.


SEVERAL MONTHS LATER (added: 2013/07/28)

A small spiral of smoke wafted up from the cocoa in John's hand, which danced away with a single breath as he stared over the evening light glinting off the lake. Snow had invaded the alpine paradise a week ago, trapping them on the property, but they made the best of it. The stinging air out here on the balcony made him feel alive, and he enjoyed the sounds of ice cracking off in the stillness.

He stepped back into a house heated with the heavy warmth of the wood stove, though the cold steel around his neck still bit. Kicking off boots still wet with melting snow, he padded across the lounge sipping the drink and enjoying the sight that greeted him.

Kate lay sprawled on the carpet drenched in sweat. Her body was wrapped in a karada-style rope harness of his own invention, designed to comfortably but securely leave her helpless to stop the vibrator from sending random vibrations down the crotch rope wrapped around it. Her arms were tied similar to a straightjacket, and her legs were glued together by the sprawling web of silk with a rope tied to the trailing end of her toes anchoring her to a leg of the couch. He had left her there, eyes shining as he hid them behind a blindfold and a smile peeking behind a ball gag.

The vibrator had shut off half an hour earlier, as he knew it would, but he had wanted her to savor the glow. It seemed she had been doing just that, but she was unsurprised when he lay down beside her. He undid some knots and moved the ropes off of her shoulders so that he could knead them with his hands. Her muscles were kinked from the ordeal, and she seemed thankful for the attention.

He continued down her body, massaging as he freed each part. He started with her feet, kissing up her legs and rubbing deep into her thighs as she stretched at the feeling. Her lower lips were still red, so he kissed them gently once before moving on. The ropes there were still damp, but he continued to pull them free, finally leaving just her arms still bound.He pulled the gag out then removed the blindfold as he wiped her mouth with a soft cloth. She favored him with a weary smile, leaning forward onto his chest.

"That was a good one," she purred. "You are getting better with the harnesses, and you were right about the thicker rope. It definitely bit into my shoulders less."

"It's essentially the same pattern as the one I used on the suspension rig last week," he replied, undoing the rope around her arms. "With a few tweaks of course."

Kate planted her hands on his shoulder and pushed down on him to stand. He leaned against her leg and she tousled his hair affectionately. His hand unconsciously to his neck and he played with the ring on his collar.

"Do me a favor and make me a cup of cocoa too, would you, honey? I got to take a shower." John stood up and watched her go around the corner, sighing at the sight of her. Looking at her never got old. Even after the dog show, when he had insisted they go on movie and dinner dates like sane, reasonable people, she kept catching him staring at her like she had walked out of his dreams. It went past her beauty, though. Talking to her had only served to fill him with a deeper, more sober respect for the person she was. He had never stopped loving her.

He had done his best to be a gentleman, of course. He could hazard little else around such a dangerously intelligent person, and, miraculously, she did not seem to tire of him out from under lock and key. He caught her staring at him as well, with a searching look on her face, studying every unconscious movement he made. When he asked, she said he kept surprising her, though he did not know exactly what that meant.

After busying himself in the kitchen, John found her lounging on the couch in her favorite bathrobe, just letting her gaze fall out the windows and over the frozen lake. She accepted the steaming mug with a smile, and John kneeled on the carpet in front of her (having lost couch privileges when he had rolled his eyes at her) in and sipped at his cup while a soft hand from behind played with his hair. She had not said that she loved him yet, but John was patient. Until she claimed him as her love, he was still happy as her loyal pet.