Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name.

"Aidan!" It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him.

"Hi, Lauren," said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things.

"How is my sexy lil' boy toy?" Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder.

Aidan did not object to the harassment - in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him - literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board.

"Uh, fine, Lauren, how are you?" he asked, flustered for many reasons. "Doing anything interesting today?"

"No, my little stud, just work on a few apartments - not yours though. How about you, anything fun?"

"No, just the same old," said Aidan. "Gotta go. See you later, Lauren," and he walked away.

"Catch you later, pet, catch you later," she said and went to the elevator.

Aidan got in his car and drove it to the garage. They told him the transmission work might take two days, so he took a cab back to the apartment building and went upstairs, thankful that he didn't run into anyone.

For he was lying when he told Lauren his day would be the "same old". He had three days of vacation from work he had to use or lose, so he would stay at home. He did not have the courage to ask Lauren out, so he would channel his energies into . . . other pursuits.

He locked the door to his apartment and for a moment savored the solitude and the opportunity to do what he had been planning for some time. The first thing he did was go to the kitchen and get a beer. Opening it while walking to the living room, he sat down in his easy chair and used a remote to turn on the stereo - Mozart. He then slowly sipped his beer and sat, lost in thought.

After two movements of a symphony, he let out a breath and stood up, his drink half-finished. He walked to the bedroom.

The bedroom was dominated by an enormous dark wooden four-poster bed. The posts were nearly as thick as Aidan's arms, and the whole was sturdy and solidly built, and looked immoveable. Aidan remembered the trouble it took to move the huge bed into his apartment piece by piece and reassemble it. He went to the side of it and bent down to retrieve a suitcase from under it, placing the bag and the bed. He opened it, revealing his "other pursuits."

The suitcase was full of bondage gear - cuffs, clamps, chains, ropes and other sinister devices. A small smile crept across Aidan's face and he began to sort carefully through the bag, selecting a variety of gear and laying it on the bed.

Ready. I am so ready, he thought.

He started by looping a chain around the two posts at the foot of the bed at about neck height, just above a small ledge that would keep it from slipping down. He closed these loops with small padlocks. The chain was now secure, as Aidan determined by giving it a solid pull. He then repeated the process with another chain at floor level, and a third where his waist was.

Next, he took a keyring with numerous keys and tied it securely to a piece of parachute cord. He then stood at the foot of the bed and spread his arms up to the chain, noting where his right hand was. He then tied the parachute cord to the cross beam of the bed so that the keys hung right where his hand was.

This task complete, he started to shed his clothes, starting with his shirt, revealing a flat, toned abdomen. His shoes followed, along with his pants, socks, and finally his underwear slid down his legs. He stood in his room, naked, and looked at the toys he had laid out on the bed to restrain himself.

God, this will be good.

He walked naked to the kitchen, feeling the carpet and then tile on his bare feet. The anticipation of what he was about to do made his cock rise in front of him. He resisted the urge to pleasure himself right there. He imagined a stern mistress telling him, You deserve to be punished.

He reached the kitchen and opened the freezer, shivering as the cold air flowed over his naked body, stiffening his nipples. He retrieved an ice cube that had two pieces of string hanging from it and quickly went back to the bedroom. Now was the time to carefully set up the release for his self-bondage session. He took another piece of parachute cord, got up on a chair and tied it to the room's central light fixture, tying the other end to one of the strings in the ice cube. He then pulled up the string with the keys and tied it to the other string from the ice. Now, absent any other interference, the keys would stay high in the air until the ice melted enough to release the strings. Aidan was now ready to make sure he would be unable to cause that interference.

He picked up four heavy, stiff leather cuffs off the bed. Starting with his ankles, he secured one around each leg and one around each wrist, slipping small padlocks through the buckles ensuring they would stay on until unlocked. To each of his wrist cuffs he then locked a short piece of chain.

He followed this by locking a piece of chain to the middle of the long chain at floor level. He had an extensive collection of padlocks of various sizes, each with its individual key on the ring now high above his head. The moment was coming when he would make it all complete - he would restrain himself inescapably, forcing himself to wait until the ice melted and the keys dropped to free himself.

He shivered, and not from the cold - his room was quite warm. He had been practicing self-bondage for years, and this moment - the "no kidding" moment - where he would make himself totally helpless, always gave him a chill, and a thrill. They were in fact one and the same. The examined his restraints and his ice cube release mechanism. The cube was still substantial but was already beginning to slowly melt and create a wet spot on the floor. From experience, he guessed it would be two hours

No hurry, then, he thought. He looked up and double, then triple-checked that his release mechanism was hooked up correctly. He observed that the ice was continuing to melt. He had used this method many times before in his self-bondage games and knew exactly how to do it. His cuffed hand drifted towards his erection, the chain from his cuff brushing against it, sending a small shiver of pleasure through him. He forced himself to move his hand away.

"Well," he said to the empty room, "get on with it!" He smiled and went to the foot of the bed, arranging his toys to ensure they would all be within reach where he was standing. He began by snapping a parachute stretcher over his balls, and attaching a chain to it, letting it swing, gently tugging him. He then grabbed his harness gag. He loved the feel of a gag - how it made him feel helpless. He pulled the network of straps over his head and settled the large ball in his mouth. He closed all the buckles, each one getting a small padlock. The click of each lock represented his decreasing freedom and sent a shiver through him. He was now properly attired to see to the rest of his "punishment".

Next, he grabbed two padlocks and spread his feet apart - not so far as to be uncomfortable but enough that he felt exposed and vulnerable. He reached down and slid the shackle one padlock through the D-ring on the cuff holding his left foot and through the chain at floor level, snapping it shut. It took some more effort, but he was able to get the right foot similarly trapped. He checked the length of the chain hanging from his balls and grabbed a third padlock. With some difficulty, he managed to lock that chain to the floor as well, so that when he stood up there was a constant noticeable pulling from the stretcher. If he bent his knees, he could relieve it, but he knew that would be too difficult to do for long.

Now to make himself truly helpless - the feeling he craved, and always craved. He reached behind him and grabbed a short piece of chain and two padlocks, wrapping the chain around his waist and locking it to the chain at waist-height. He did it again with a shorter piece of chain around his neck, taking care not to make it too tight before he again clicked the shackle of the lock home. If he stretched, he would just barely be able to reach up and pull on the cord with the keys, but soon he would lose that as well.

He breathed deeply through his nose. His erection was stiff and pulsing. He gently rubbed his sensitive nipples, closed his eyes and moaned. Can't quit now! he thought.

The next toy he retrieved from behind him was a pair of clover clamps connected by a chain. He needed to do this near the end, so he didn't have too much time to think and chicken out. He pinched each nipple in turn, jolting him. He pulled out his left nipple, squeezed the clamp open, and let it close over the nipple. An observer would have heard a sharp intake of breath, and then stillness. He let out the breath and trapped his right nipple in the same way. He let the chain swing, tugging lightly. He had to move quickly now. He reached for a heavy padlock and clicked it over the chain connecting the clamps and slowly let it hang, increasing the pressure on his nipples and ensuring that any movement on his part would be rewarded with additional squeezing and pulling on his most sensitive parts.

Here we go, he thought, hastily grabbing two more padlocks from behind him. He slid the shackle of one through the chain connected to his already-locked right wrist cuff, reached up, put it through the chain at his neck level, and clicked it closed. He had practiced with these and become adept at maneuvering the key into the lock with one hand to free himself. Now without thinking, he did the same with his right hand.

The final "click" shocked him, as it always did, and it took a moment to realize what he had done. As he always did, he tested the strength and limits of his restraints, gently at first. Then, as always, he started to struggle in earnest, partly enjoying the feeling, but also partly from a genuine desire to be out. As always, his restraints held fast, and he would be forced to endure them until the ice melted. As always, the realization gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that was transmuted into sexual arousal and desire, and his erection grew larger. He stilled himself for a moment, getting the feel of his bonds, enjoying the feeling of being held. He also stopped moving because every shake of his body transmitted itself directly to his nipples, and he knew that would quickly become unbearable, although bear it he would, as he had no choice at this point.

He began to fantasize, imagining a beautiful but cruel mistress watching him and enjoying his torment. She was clever and merciless, and in Aidan's imagination she looked a lot like Lauren. If only, he thought. He tugged on his wrists again, fruitlessly, wincing as the nipple clamps again started swinging.

During his reverie, he heard the front door to his apartment open. Shocked, he became as still as he could. Panic flooded through him. Who could that be? No, no, no, no! Please go away! He heard the door close again, and Lauren's voice.

"Okay, cutie, let's take a look at that bathroom sink," she said to herself, and started whistling. Aidan was terrified. She can't see me like this! Please, Lauren, don't come in here! He tried to stay as quiet as possible, hoping she would leave soon. He shifted his body a bit, causing the clamps to swing and him to grunt involuntarily. Shit! he thought and willed himself to be completely still.

"Hello?" called Lauren from the front room. "Is anyone there?" Aidan made no noise - if he was lucky, she would just leave.

"I can hear you in there!" she said. "You need to tell me who you are right now!" She sounded angry. "Okay, I'm just going to call security and tell them someone has broken in here!"

Aidan started frantically struggling and shouting into his gag. His panic-stricken brain was not thinking clearly. "Mmmmph! Mmmph!" He had to get her to call of security! If they found him, he would be kicked out of the building for sure! He needed to explain!

"Aidan? Is that you?" Lauren asked, hesitant this time. "Are you in there?" She slowly pushed the bedroom door open, and Aidan shut his eyes tightly from embarrassment. She looked in and saw Aidan trapped like a fly in a spider web, naked and gagged.

"Aaaaaaaah!" she screamed. Aidan's eyes popped open, and he attempted to answer her "Unnngh! Mmmph! Ahreh!" Lauren ran over to him.

"What happened? You poor baby! Who did this? Oh my god! Let me get you out! How does this stuff come off?"

All the while Aidan was attempting to explain through the gag, to no avail. His mind was a storm of confusion, fear, anger, and arousal.

"Everything is locked!" Lauren said. "How do you get this off? Where are the keys? How did this happen?" She looked frantically around the room. Aidan nodded his head up to the left to indicate where his keys were hanging

"Eys. Uh 'ere," he said several times, nodding furiously. "Leh eee oh!" Let me out! Lauren followed Aidan's cue and looked up at the keys, confused.

"Why are they up there?" she asked. "What is that, ice? And a string? What is that for?" She pointed her finger at the key ring and made and arc down to Aidan's left hand. Her eyes narrowed, then widened. Her hands flew to her mouth with a gasp. "Oh my god!" she said, and froze, looking at Aidan. He continued to try and explain and get her to just let him out.

She lowered her hands and crossed her arms. "What the hell, Aidan!" she said, angry now. "You scared the crap out of me!"

Aidan tried to apologize, "Orry! Orry! I orry!" Lauren kept going.

"I thought there was some intruder in here! He could have attacked me! I almost called security!"

Aidan's struggles and attempts at communication were to no avail. Lauren then gave him a look that froze his blood.

"And just so you could get me to play your perverted little game! I hope you're happy. Jesus, what is wrong with you? Don't try to apologize, look at you! My god, this is getting you off, isn't it?" She said this because, despite his terror, his erection was larger than ever, pulsing. He wanted to tell her that he didn't do this on purpose, that he was sorry. He wanted to get out!

"Ahreh! Leh eee oh! Leease!" He was done with this, he had to get out and make things right.

"Let you out? Seems like you had that taken care of." she said. "Alright, let me get those keys." Aidan breathed a sigh of relief. He would be out soon! It would all be okay!

"This is really freaking me out, Aidan," Lauren said. She held up the keys. "I need to think about this, about what to do. I think you do, too. So, I have some work to do. I'll go do that and come back in a little while - maybe an hour or two - and we'll talk about . . . all this." She put the keys in her pocket.

Aidan was furious. She has to let me out! She can't leave me like this! Is that even legal? She can't! His thoughts were translated into renewed furious struggling against his restraints and muffled protests through his gag.

"You'll be fine," Lauren said. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, actually," she said, looking down at his dick pointing stiffly forward. "I'll check in on you after I finish up." She turned to leave.

No! Lauren! You can't! I can't stay like this! He felt like he would go insane if he was bound without any idea when his release was. He was in full panic mode now. He had to get some relief, even a little bit, and would beg Lauren for it if need be.

"Ahreh!" he shouted through the gag. "Leease! Leease! Takh ah clanghs ogh! Leease! Leease!" He needed to at least remove the clamps that were now severely torturing his sensitive nipples.

Lauren turned and walked back over to him. "Clamps?" she said, with false innocence. "You want the clamps off?" He nodded frantically. She lifted the chain with one finger. "These clamps?" she teased.

"Eys! Eys! Leease! Ahreh!" he begged.

She let the chain and attached lock drop. Aidan yelped pathetically. She said, "I think they are fine right where they are. I'll see you in a little while, cutie pie?" She turned and walked quickly out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Aidan shook his binds violently and shouted unintelligibly into his gag.

"MMMMMMM! OHHHHHH! EEEERE! AAAHHHHH!" The gag muffled any meaning and muted the volume of his protests, but if it had been gone, his meaning would have been clear.

Goddammit, Lauren! Come back! You can't do this! Let me go! This is illegal! It's kidnapping! What is wrong with you!

Please! Please! Come back! Let me out! I'll apologize! Please!? Lauren? Help! I have to get out! I didn't mean it!

Please? Lauren? Let me go, please!? I can't! Please? Don't leave me here . . .

A listener would have heard a change in the tenor of his voice from angry to questioning then to pleading and whimpering, finally trailing off as his body also slumped in its bonds. He was finally confronted with true helplessness. He was completely in the power of another and had no idea how long his predicament would last. The realization seemed to amplify the pain in his nipples and balls, and yet the reaction of his body forced him to admit that it excited and aroused him as well. He resigned himself to his fate, trying to slow his breathing, hoping that Lauren would come back and slowly, ever so slowly, marking the moments until his eventual - hopefully - release.

Aidan went through wave after wave of emotional turmoil.

He would struggle a bit and whine as his clamps tugged.

He would yell into his gag, alternately demanding and pleading.

Garbled. Muffled. Unheard.

He would be overcome with panic, struggling violently, then slump in despair.

He remained aroused through all of it.

He thought about Lauren, and her control over him, her body, and his desire for her, and to please her.

His erection would subside for a few minutes, and then come raging back as he thought about her and her control over him.

He thought about how to convince her to let him out.

He thought about his decisions, regretting them, then wondering if he had really made a mistake.

Time crawled. Several times he thought he would lose it.

He heard the front door. He started struggling again and mumbling into his gag.

Lauren walked into the bedroom, a smile on her face. She walked up to Aidan, who was still frantically trying to talk to her.

"Boy, that toilet in 12B was a bitch!" she said, hands on her hips. "Okay, baby doll, it's okay. Calm down," laying a finger on Aidan's gagged mouth. He relaxed, finally seeing some hope in his situation.

"Alright," she said, "I've been thinking, and this whole thing," she waved her hands around the room, "Is not entirely your fault."

Aidan grunted angrily. Not entirely my fault!? You came into my apartment after you told me you wouldn't!

"Now, now, take it easy," she said. Aidan rolled his eyes. "And don't give me any attitude. I still have your keys." She jangled them in front of his face, and Aidan stared at them, fear in his eyes.

"We need to talk," she said. "Let's get this thing off." She started to fumble with the keys, searching for the correct one to unlock the small padlocks holding Aidan's gag shut. She got them open and undid the buckles, loosening the straps. She pulled it off his head and tossed it on the bed. Aidan worked his jaw and then started begging frantically.

"Take the clamps off, please Lauren! Please! Take them off! I can't stand it anymore! Please, Please, please!" The last words were a rushed whine.

"Okay, Okay, baby, I will," she said. "Are you ready?" He nodded and closed his eyes. She reached up and squeezed both clamps open at the same time. Aidan's eyes shot open and he sucked in a breath and held it for a long time before letting it go.

"OW! OW! OW! Oh, Jesus! Oh my god! It hurts! Jesus!" He yelled. He started to shake and pull against his bondage again. He looked at Lauren with pleading eyes and began to babble incoherently.

"Lauren, please let me go! Don't leave me here! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll do anything. Please, just don't leave me! Let me go! Please!" Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. Lauren's eyes grew wide and she cradled his head in her hands.

"Shhh," she whispered. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm not going to leave you. You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Oh, sweetie!" She wrapped her arms around Aidan, her body brushing against his erection, sending a jolt through him. She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "Are you okay? We still need to talk."

"Y-y-yes, Lauren," he stammered. "Just please let me out."

"I think you should stay just like this and answer my questions," she said sternly. "It will give you an . . . incentive to be honest. Then, I promise I will let you out. Will you be okay?"

"I think so, yes," he said. "It just . . . really hurts," he nodded to his chest.

"Oh!" she said. "Let me make it better. I'll be right back, I promise." She quickly went to the bathroom and came back with a small tube. She squeezed a bit of lotion onto her hands and began to gently rub it into Aidan's tortured nipples. She rubbed softly and slowly, looking him in the eye. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, reveling in the attention and the sensation - the care that Lauren was showing him.

Part of him - a growing part of him - was thrilled that Lauren had taken control of him, wanted to be kept bound, felt an unbelievable desire for her and wanted her to control him, to punish him, to bind him. Her promise to him made his bondage feel like a blanket, holding him somewhere warm and comfortable. He didn't care that he was tied up and naked with a raging erection in front of her. He felt . . . safe. He looked at her with wide eyes as she stopped rubbing the cooling lotion on his chest.

"Alright," she said. "So, how long have you been doing this?" She waved her hands over him.

"I don't know," he said hesitantly. "A couple of years."

"Why?" she asked.

"It excites me," he said, warming to the subject. "The feeling of being tied up is . . . I don't know. It seems to focus you. Takes all of you energy when you pull and put it all into, well, you know." He tapered off.

"I suppose, yes," Lauren said skeptically. "You know, this is incredibly stupid and dangerous." She looked at him sternly.

"I know," he hung his head. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's such an incredible feeling. I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay, baby," she said kindly, laying a hand on his chest. "But, you know, I can't just let you keep doing this. I don't want to come in some day and find you really hurt or worse."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You need someone to take care of all this for you," she said. "Someone to keep you from making a stupid mistake."

"Lauren!" he said, offended.

"Don't talk back," she said, sterner now. "I think what you need is someone to keep an eye on you and help with this and keep you safe."

"But . . ." he stammered.

She interrupted, "It just so happens that I might be able to do that for you," she got a wicked smirk. "I have been a little lonely lately, and I've been thinking that I might like a little boy toy, and you do have a really nice body. Well, right now I have it," she came close and ran her hands along his arms. He was shocked by what he was hearing. Could it be? Could she want him like this?

"So," she said finally, "if you ask very nicely, I might just be willing to, say, take you in hand, strictly as a favor to you, because I care that much about you." As she said it, she reached down and grabbed his still-hard cock, gently stroking it. He was mad with need and desire.

"Well, what do you say?" she said finally, removing her hand. He whined pitifully.

His voice was breathless. "Yes. I would like that very, very much."

"What do you say?" she asked him playfully.

He drew the single syllable out. "Please."

"Well, since you asked nicely," she said, and pulled out the keys, trying several on the lock at his neck. She found the right one and the lock popped open, releasing his head. "I think I might like to take my toy out and play with it. What do you think?" She continued fumbling with the keys and unlocking his waist, moving next to his legs.

"I would like that very much," he said, hardly believing that this was happening. She then unlocked the chain from his balls to the floor, undoing the parachute holding them, gently fondling him as she did so. His eyes rolled back in his head as reveled in the stimulation and frustration.

"Please," he begged her.

"All in good time, boy toy," she said. His arms were now the only thing restrained. She found the key that fit the lock chaining him to the bed and hesitated. "I need you to be still," she said. "Are you going to do what I tell you to? That's the only way to get your reward."

"Yes, ma'am," he said earnestly. She undid the locks first on his right hand and then his left. He was finally free for the first time since his adventure started, standing naked in front of Lauren, wearing nothing but the four still-locked leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

"Stay there," she said. He stood still as she unlocked the chains around the bedposts, picking them up and tossing them on the bed. He was shaking with nervousness and anticipation, ready to be a good "toy" for Lauren.

"On the bed," she commanded. "Hands over your head."

He scooted back on the bed and raised his hands. The large bed allowed him to stretch his arms all the way up, with his hands just brushing the headboard and his feet just near the end with a tiny bit of room.

Lauren got on the bed near his head with a piece of chain and some padlocks in her hand. She fed the shackle of one lock through the rings on his cuffs and the end of the chain, clicking it shut trapping his hands next to each other. She pulled the chain through the sturdy headboard, pulling his hands up, and locked the chain, holding his hands high above his head. She then went to the foot of the bed and repeated the process with his feet, locking them to the foot of the bed, keeping him stretched tight, accentuating the contour of his body and exposing him helplessly. He wriggled a bit to test his bonds and found them as tight as any he had done himself. He wondered what Lauren would do next.

"You look good enough to eat," Lauren said. "Well, it probably will be you doing the eating if anyone." She knelt next to him and pulled off her flannel shirt, and slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her sports bra holding up her remarkable breasts. Aidan was transfixed. She continued to strip, getting off the bed and pulling off her boots and socks, followed by her jeans shimmying slowly down her legs to be kicked aside. This left her in just her underwear, and she stopped for a moment to allow Aidan to look at her.

"Oh my god, Lauren," Aidan said. "You are so beautiful!"

"If you think that will get me to be nicer to you, you are sadly mistaken, boy toy," she said. "Now, let's see how this toy works, or if I have to send it back." She reached up and began to peel the bra off.

"It will work fine, I promise!" Aidan was frantic now. She let her breasts drop and pulled down her panties. She was now as naked as Aidan and crawled up on the bed.

Wordlessly she straddled him, her pussy centimeters above the tip of his throbbing cock. She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking just his sensitive tip into her, moving just the smallest bit up and down to caress it. His breath was shallow and fast. The feeling was more than he could ever have imagined. He began to pull harder at his bonds, feeling how their restriction seemed to focus his energy between his legs. Lauren continued to tease his tip, breathing heavily herself, driving him crazy.

"Oooh!" she said. "You feel so good! I think I like my toy." She leaned down over him, bringing their faces inches apart. She locked his eyes and continued her rhythm.

"Oh Lauren! Please! Please!" Aidan begged.

"Please what?" she asked playfully

"Please fuck me!" he almost yelled.

"Is that how you talk to me?" she asked again, continuing the gentle pumping all the while. Aidan could feel she was as teased and excited as him, and that this moment was a turning point. His desperation and arousal pushed him over the edge, and he hoped he was doing the right thing.

"Please . . . Mistress? Please, Mistress, fuck your toy," he said as he closed his eyes, nervous for her answer.

She waited a moment. He held his breath. "That's more like it, boy toy," she said. His eyes flew open and they locked gazes again.

She waited a beat, and sank fully onto him, gripping his full length in her, as she began to rise and fall with gusto. He responded by thrusting into her with the same rhythm, their breaths heavy and panting now. He had been so close he could hardly hold it. But she slowed and speeded up carefully, playing him like a fine instrument.

"Oh god, Lauren, I'm so close!" he begged. "Please! Please!" She stopped and lifted off him.

"First you have some work to do, toy," she said as she moved up to straddle his head. She lowered herself so her now-wet pussy was right over his mouth. He was intoxicated by the scent of her and understood immediately what he was expected to do. He lifted his head and began to lick her in earnest, gently then firmly sucking, rubbing his lips into her, and licking furiously. She bore down on him and he moaned into her, heightening her excitement.

"Oh, god, Aidan!" she shouted. "You're so good! Yes, that's it! That's it. Keep going! Oooooh! Yes, right there! Just like that!" She continued to buck her hips, and after a short time threw her head back.

"Aaaahh! Yes! Yes!" She convulsed and shook, the orgasm tearing through her. It wracked her body for some time, and she subsided, sliding off Aidan and down by his side.

"Oh my god! That was so good!" She kissed him on the cheek. "I think you deserve a reward for that." She got back up and slid herself over his erection again. Aidan could hardly contain himself and pumped his hips in time with Lauren's up and down rhythm.

"Yes! Please!" he begged again, and Lauren obliged by increasing the speed of her rhythm.

He could restrain himself no longer, and he yanked on his bonds, exploding with his own tremendous orgasm. Wrung out, he slumped and closed his eyes.

Lauren stopped and gently lifted herself off him, grabbing the keyring and fumbling a bit to unlock the fetters trapping his wrists.

"No, don't," Aidan said. "It feels so good." He stretched and pulled on his bonds.

"Now, now," said Lauren. "I always clean up my toys when I am done with them." She unlocked the cuffs around Aidan's ankles, leaving him completely unfettered for the first time since he started. She took his hand and said, "Come with me."

She led him into the bathroom, opened the shower and turned on the water. After a few seconds she checked the water and found the temperature pleasantly hot, as steam filled the small room. Wordlessly, she pulled him into the hot shower. He gasped at the stinging heat but calmed as his body got used to it.

Lauren got the soap and ran it over Aidan's body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. She gently turned his back to her and ran her hands up and down his soapy body, paying special attention to his crotch. He raised his arms in the air as he submitted to Lauren's ministrations. She stopped and turned him back around.

"Let's make sure that whole sexy little body gets clean," she said quietly and pulled him close. She rubbed her body slowly on his, causing his cock to stand stiff once again. He grabbed the soap and rubbed it over her back and ass. They spent several minutes simply sliding against each other, slippery bodies rubbing together and rekindling their excitement. Lauren stopped and put her hands on Aidan's hips.

"There," she breathed. "I think that does it. Do you feel clean?" She began to move the nozzle to rinse off the soap.

"Well, I still have a lot of dirty thoughts, but my skin feels clean," he replied. "That felt wonderful. Thank you, Lauren."

"My pleasure," she said. They finished rinsing and she turned off the shower. She stepped out and pulled him after her.

"Alright, boy toy, dry me off," she said, standing with her arms in the air.

He stood still for a moment. "You are so beautiful," he said looking at her.

"Oh, my sweet little baby doll," she said. She put her hands behind his head and pulled him in, kissing him deeply. They locked for a long moment, and parted. Aidan was grinning widely.

"What are you smirking about?" Lauren asked impishly. "Dry me off!" Aidan ran the towel over her, and she returned the favor. They stood naked in the bathroom, silent, ruminating on the implications of what just happened. She took his hand.

"Come with me," she said. She led him back into the bedroom. She grabbed her underwear and held it.

"I have to go for a little bit," she said. "Still have to check in on 8C, Mrs. Waverly."

"Oh, god, I'm sorry!" he said. "She's is something else!"

"She's not so bad," said Lauren. "You have to know how to talk to her. Anyway, I will come back later, and we can talk a little bit. Maybe we could, I don't know, do some other things too." This last statement was accompanied by her hand gently rubbing Aidan's crotch, feeling his rising erection. "So, I'll be back a little bit later, maybe an hour or two?"

"Okay, if you have to," Aidan said, clearly disappointed. "Lauren! Wait! Before you go!"

"What is it?"

"Well, I think we have figured that I clearly can't be left to my own devices. I might . . . get into trouble. Maybe you should keep me from mischief." He was grinning the whole time, his voice mischievous.

"I think you're right," she said. She pointed at the leather cuffs. "Put those back on. I think we can keep you from fiddling around while I am gone. well, get to it!"

He sat on the bed and picked up a cuff, buckling and locking it around his wrists. In short order he had done the same for his other wrist and each ankle. He sat quietly on the bed.

"Do you have any more chains or ropes?" Lauren asked him.

"Oh yes, I have plenty," he replied. "How many do you want?"

"Attach one to each corner of the bed," she said. He got out four short lengths of chain from his suitcase and locked them around each of the bed's posts.

"Down on your stomach," Lauren told him. He lay down on the bed face down and spread his legs and arms towards the posts. Lauren grabbed four of the padlocks and attached his wrists and ankles to the bed, holding him spread-eagle in the center of the mattress. She picked up the gag and got on the bed by his head.

"Open," she demanded simply.

"Yes, Mistress," Aidan said with glee. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. She slipped the ball in and buckled the straps snugly around his head. He rested his head on the bed. Lauren gave him a playful swat on the ass, causing him to start and grunt.

"There we go, baby doll," she said. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Mmmmmm hmmmmm!" he mumbled, nodding his head. He tugged on his bonds and moaned contentedly.

"Okay," Lauren said. "I should be back in an hour or two. Then, we'll see what we should do about you giving me such a scare earlier."

"Mmmmm?" he asked unintelligibly.

"You were such a naughty boy," she said. "Almost gave me a stroke! So, when I get back, you are going to get a sound spanking. Does that sound fair?"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" he replied.

"I agree," she said. "Well, boy toy, time for me to go!" She gave him another, harder swat and began to get dressed. She said nothing as she finished putting her clothes back on. "I'll be back later. Don't get into any trouble!" She left the room, shutting the door. Aidan heard the front door of his apartment close and he could just make out the "snick" of the lock being set.

He rested his head on the bed, closing his eyes. He tugged gently at his bonds, enjoying the sensation as a felling of deep contentment washed over him.

Well, he thought, all things considered, that went pretty well.