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Chapter One
Bonita threw the paper aside in disgust. "There's nothing playing! Is our second date too early for me to tie you up and fuck your brains out?"
I was about to mention wanting to see the new Pixar feature, when the second part of her speech reached my brain. There was a definite offer of sex, but there was also a condition.
Don't care. Want sex.
"No, it's not too early." I answered. I've always had a way with words.
"Great! You get naked and I'll slip into something less comfortable!" She hurried out of the room and I was left to ponder her statement. I pulled off my clothes and folded them on a chair.
Then I just stood there, waiting. Ever try to look casual when you're naked? After a few minutes something black whacked me in the shins. "Put it on!" She cried. I picked it up. A leather blindfold.
I buckled it on and continued to wait. Now I might not be facing the correct way. For all I know, I'm trying to impress the fridge.
I jumped when she grabbed my butt. "What is it about your ass? I've been drooling over it since I first saw you in those green shorts!"
"I don't own a pair of…"
"Enough with the talking, come here and kiss me." I leaned far over to kiss her. It's not that I'm that tall, she's that short.
As I wrapped my arms around her I was able to feel her clothes. She had something light and silky covering something firm.
Intrigued!
As I kissed her, she her arms went around my neck….and secured a collar on me. I straightened and felt the tight leather.
"Oh yeah….that looks good," she said in a husky voice. "On your knees slave boy, I'm just getting warmed up!" I knelt. "Hands behind your back now….oh yeah…just like that." I could feel her wrap a soft rope around my wrists, then she wound the rope between my wrists. "Oh so you like that do you?"
I had a hot woman, wearing something kinky, who was talking dirty and she tied me up for sex. Why did my erection surprise her? She had added more ropes to pull my elbows closer..and that was fine. It was the rope around the base of my cock and balls that worried me.
Then she ran that rope between my as cheeks and knotted it to the wrist rope. If I moved my arms I had a good chance of removing part of my body that I was rather fond of.
And then it got nasty. First she I had to spread my knees wide so her ropes could bind my balls. (I was in no position to argue, so I did whatever she told me!) Then a line ran from testicles to my big toes.
Standing and walking were no longer possible, however hitting real high notes seemed all too likely.
"How does it feel?"
"Um…really odd." I honestly answered.
"How does THIS feel?" She asked as she caressed my cock. "Or this?" Her other hand was covered in lube. Oh damn, this woman knew how to give a handjob. I started to thrust my hips to her strokes.
Bad idea…rope says don't move! I stayed still and let her pump me for a few more seconds. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna…" I tried to warn her."
"Shhhhh, Of course you are." She cooed. My body jerked as I spasmed. I think the pressure on my balls added to my orgasm. Whatever the reason, it was a good one, but I HAD hoped for a bit more.
"My turn." She said as I heard her drag a chair closer. She lifted her skirt and let to cover me. She dug her heels in my back, encouraging me to lean forward, (I did… Carefully!) and lick her pussy.
I could feel her nylons sliding over my shoulders and I slurped and sucked her pussy. The only things preventing me from throwing her to the floor and fucking her were her ropes.
And the fact that I had just emptied my balls…minor detail.
That I had cum in less than a minute was embarrassing. Her orgasm in just a few seconds was amazing!
Not to mention powerful. Her legs drove me deep into her pussy and held me there while she painted my face with her juices. With a cry of "Enough!" She pushed my back on my heels. "Now I need a cock in me!" She said.
A minute or two earlier I could have answered her call. Now she'd have to wait twenty minutes or so. A guys gotta recharge.
I could feel her squeezing and pulling my package. Don't let my softness stop you…that feels damn good. Her hands felt so cool on my shaft.
They still felt cool as she moved away….
"Um Bonnie…what?"
"Don't worry slave boy. I just put away your dickie until I need it later."
I didn't know she could do that…
"I still need a cock in me NOW!" She said as she returned. "So open wide and meet your brother." I guess I wasn't fast enough because she twanged the rope on my balls.
I opened my mouth, brother did I open! When something solid was pressed on my tongue, my lips sprang together, but it was too late. She was already buckling the gag behind my head. I heard a sharp snap under my chin…now what?
I had a rubber dick locked in my mouth. This was not the strangest thing that had happened to me this night. While she was there, she took off my blindfold. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision.
What I focused on was Bonnie back in her chair with her legs spayed wide open. She had attached a leash to my collar and used it to pull me closer. As I inched forward I saw that the cock in my mouth had a twin stretching in front of me. Oh Brother Dick, Bonnie always liked you best.
I worked my way forward, wondering where her skirt had gone. (That's right genius, you're about to pleasure a woman and you're worrying about her wardrobe.) With a soft squish I slipped into her.
She grabbed handfuls of hair and drove me into her again and again. I started to get cross-eyed, watching her clit slide along the shaft. I shifted up to press against her pearl and was rewarded with a long moan.
"Yeah, deeper slave boy, harder." She cried, "Show your Mistress how much you adore her!"
"Um…okay." I thought. She continued to rock me back and forth, telling me I was a good slave and other endearments. I had to close my eyes as she rode the rubber shaft.
Suddenly she gave a loud cry as her legs tightened against my head. She pulled me so close my nose was pressed against her pubes. She banged my face into her again and again. Her legs muffled it, but I'm fairly sure she howled for a bit.
Finally all pressure was released and she….deflated. I slipped out of her and dutifully remained where I was: My rubber cock hovering a few inches away from her pussy.
"Oh yeah, I ain't never letting you go." She breathed. Then she stroked my gag. "Look at you, all ready to do it again! My horny little slave."
Actually, whatever she had locked on my cock was feeling tight. Could I be enjoying this?
She leaned forward and unbuckled the gag. Then she moved closer, smoothing my hair. "You look so good wearing your gag. It suits you." She continued to play with my hair. "Anything you want to say?" She asked.
"Yeah, I.." I was trying to find the right words. Somehow asking: 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' while she had my balls in a vise did not seem to be a good idea.
I settled on "Why? You don't have to tie me up to get sex. I'm all for it! Why the ropes?"
"Are you familiar with heroin?" She asked calmly.
My blood froze. I was helpless and she was talking about hard drugs. Keeping my voice light I answered. "No, never felt the need."
"They say the first time you use it is incredible, and you spend the rest of your life trying to recreate that feeling. I think sex is the same."
"You use heroin to.."
"Oh fuck no!" She interrupted. "I don't even drink! Only time I tried vodka, I swallowed an ounce and returned a quart. I was making a comparison. I think our bodies are always trying to remake the conditions of that first orgasm."
"The first time you made love involved bondage?"
"No," She grinned a little sheepishly, "Horses."
She had joined me on the floor and continued to stroke and play with my bound body. It felt good and my penis prison was definitely too small. Trouble was, she was treating me like her pet. I don't think I liked that.
"It was my first time on a horse and I was amazed at all the leather and straps they use to control it. What an incredible feeling. I have always been the smallest girl around, and here I was, making this giant beast go where I wanted.
"I had my first orgasm smelling leather and controlling something so much larger than me."
She pulled my head into her lap. "Ever since then, All I want to do is be in charge. I make all the decisions and you obey because that's the way it is."
She playfully pinched my nipples as she talked. "My rules are simple. You are always bound and obey my slightest whim. I get at least two orgasms to each of yours…" She leaned her head near mine. "And here is the best part. Your first one is by hand. I suck you off for the next. Then you get to fuck me."
She reached down and was bouncing my bound balls in her hand. "And if you are able to get it hard after that…you get to ram it up my ass."
She squeezed my package. "I've never had anal. Think you can give it to me?"
"I'd like to try." I admitted.
"Good boy!" She cried as she started untying me. I was freed in a surprisingly short time. Well, aside from the cock lock. I stood and stretched.
She frowned at me. "No more of that. Sit!" She pointed to the floor.
I sat and she reached under the couch and pulled out an aluminum…something.
It was three or four foot long with four holes in the middle of it. She unsnapped something and it opened.
"Feet here, hands here!" She commanded. I placed my ankles in the semi circles on the outside and my wrist went to the openings on the inside. She lowered the upper half trapping me. She snapped it closed then added a small lock.
It had only taken a few seconds and I was unable to move. I might have been able to scoot along the floor, but my freedom had lasted less than a minute.
"Open wide!" She suggested and popped a ball into my waiting mouth. At least this one didn't have me sucking on a cock.
She grabbed my shoulders and eased me onto my back, hands and feet held above me.
My legs were forced wide open, with my cock straining to get free of its plastic prison. She fumbled a bit before I felt the hard cylinder sliding of my shaft. My cock sprang to attention and into her greedy mouth.
She had great skills with her hands, but her mouth was amazing. She licked, nipped and tongued me but kept easing off whenever I got close to release. I was frantically chewing the gag, begging her to let me cum.
I was getting close, so fucking close, but I still expected her to stop when I felt a finger slide up my ass as her hand squeezed and stroked me.
I exploded into her mouth. She held on, one hand pumping my cock while her lips sucked every drop out of me.
She got to her feet and straddled the bondage thingie. One foot on the floor, the other on my chest. She rubbed her sopping pussy against my right hand and commanded. "Make me come, slave."
To be honest, I really could have used a nap right about then, but instead, I gently caressed her nether lips. She purred and ground it against my fingers.
I parted her, sliding two fingers in while my thumb rubbed against her clit. She rhythmically humped my hand. Soon, hot drops of her juices were splashing on my chest. She kept riding my hand, long after it had gone numb.
Finally, after several orgasms, she seemed satisfied and dropped to the floor. She playfully pulled at my limp cock. "Aw, not up for round three?" I shook my head and grunted 'No.'
"My pussy is hot and ready for you!" She teased. My balls were empty and I was done for the day.
"Oh well, if you can't you can't." I felt her pull my balls and slide something up them, pausing to force my cock into it as well. Then she nestled it against my body. It felt like a metal ring. Then something cold pressed back my cock. She maneuvered me around for a bit until she was happy with where I was. Followed by the inevitable snap of a lock.
Why was she still playing her bondage games? There was no way I was going to be able to get it up.
I asked her this when the gag was removed.
"Was this the best you've ever had? She asked.
Of course it was. But it also worried me. What was she going to do to me next?
"Are you going to cheat on your Mistress with someone else?"
Oh hell no. Not until I got this damn thing off my cock.
"Then you don't mind if I lock away my property until I need it." She said. "I told you, ALWAYS bound."
I didn't have an answer for that.
She freed my from the aluminum and I reached for my clothes.
"Ahem." she said, pointing to the stains on her carpet. "You don't expect your Mistress to clean up after you," Her voice hardened. "Do you?"
"Ah…. Do you have a rug shampooer?" I asked hopefully.
"It's in that closet." I opened the door and found the rug cleaner with a few pieces of lingerie draped on it. "Be a good slave and wear your uniform while you work."
My uniform……panties and stockings?
"Is there a problem slave?"
"No…. Mistress." Crazy lady has keys to my cock…just go along with her games until….well, until.
Under her directions, I hooked a garter belt to my waist and rolled the stockings up my legs. The panties were bright pink with layers of ruffles on the ass. A small lacy apron completed my outfit. The thing locked around my cock was all metal and looked impossible to remove.
I wound up vacuuming and shampooing the entire carpet. She was working on her laptop as I cleaned, smiling as she watched my every move.
Finally I was allowed to get dressed. Problem was, I had to wear the panties and stockings under my jeans.
At least I was able to leave the apron behind.
I had a bolt cutter that would easily break the lock off. There was not going to be a third date.
I kissed her good bye, promising to see her on Friday. Before I left she showed the computer screen to me.
That little old vacuuming cross-dresser, me. Damn, I looked content!
This was not good.
She pressed a few buttons and my facebook page came up.
MY page.
My contacts page.
Her finger hovered over a button. "When you come on Friday, you'll wear a new set of pretties. I think something in a nice baby blue color. Bra, panties, stockings and..something you hope will please me.
"If I am displeased I will share your movies with your friends."
I got the message.
"And.." She clicked a few more buttons. The companys website appeared.
I was too sunned to reply. She walked me to the door. "I'm so looking forward to our next date." She patted my ass. "Dream of me!" She cried as the door slammed.
What had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Two (added: 2017/04/15)
I drove home slowly. When my mom warned me to always wear clean underwear in case of an accident, I'm pretty sure she meant 'ones without ruffles.'
I got in my apartment safely and quickly got naked….well, as naked as I could be without using bolt-cutters.
A quick search on the computer told me I was trapped in a "Popular Men's Metal Steel Cage Device Sex Toy."…in other words…a penis prison.
Which was surprisingly affordable.
It was perfect for long-time wear and undetectable under loose clothing. It prevented all stimulation while allowing for ease of urination.
When had these become selling points?
I was getting distracted. My question was…what do I do? Stay locked or have Bonita ruin my life?
Another internet search, about a half hour of study followed by a few minutes of bending a pair of paper clips….
And I had a set of lock picks.
I couldn't believe that it took me less than ten minutes to pop the lock and remove her chastity. Now I could enjoy my week of freedom then lock it back on just before our next date. She would be none-the-wiser and I would have earned more of her incredible body.
Damn I'm smart.
I did need to buy lingerie…that was not going to be easy…but it would be worth it, the sex was that good.
With all my problems solved I was heading for a quick shower when my phone buzzed. It was a call from Bonita.
"Have you lost weight?" She asked, sweetly.
"Er….no…" I answered, "Why do you ask?"
"I could have sworn you weighed more when you left my place. About two ounces more…..of metal."
My mouth was literally hanging open. I was blank for a few seconds, then I was filled with the terror of what she could do. "I can explain!" I blurted.
"Go ahead." She purred.
"I'm sorry! Please don't…..do anything." I said lamely.
"Don't you deserve to be punished?" Her voice was still sweet, but there was a husky undercurrent. "After all, you were warned. I should have used a nice collar, but you took advantage of my trusting nature."
Now she sounded like a disappointed teacher. "Lock it back on and get dressed, you have some shopping to do."
I looked at a clock. "Now? Everything's closed."
"Not where you're going slave boy. You had better be out the door in two minutes or I'll update your status to "Sissy."
The chastity was very easy to get on. Both my cock and balls were trying to retreat into my body, so there was plenty of room in the tube. When I grabbed the jeans I had been wearing I heard a shrill note from my phone.
"Panties and stockings!" Was all she said.
It was enough. I had never worn stockings before tonight and had no experience in how they go on. Fortunately they were still attached to the garter belt. I got them and the panties on, grabbed the rest of my clothes and dove out the door.
Hopefully in less than two minutes.
I finished dressing while waiting for the elevator. Luckily for me, no one was in the hall. Bonita gave me directions and warned me not to get lost. Suddenly I was struck by a question. 'How had she known I wasn't wearing her undies? And how did she know that the chastity was off? The drive took forty minutes and I was more confused at the end then I had been at the beginning.
I pulled up at the back of a store. A door was open and I could see a woman smoking a cigarette highlighted by the light spilling out.
"You have kept me waiting!" Complained a woman with a heavy French accent. "I am not some coeur de barrage."
"You're not a heart of roadblock?" I asked in confusion.
"Shit, you speak French." She said in a New York accent.
"Get in asshole." She ordered as she ground her cigarette out.
I got.
It was a storeroom of a lingerie store. There were a half dozen full shopping bags on the floor… and chains hanging from the ceiling.
"Sign this." She said, thrusting a credit slip at me.
I looked in horror. "It's almost three thousand dollars!" I gasped.
Wordlessly she pulled the paper out of my hands and shoved another at me. This one was over three thousand.
I saw other papers behind her.
"Got a pen?"
Having signed away most of my life savings, I was instructed to lock chains to my ankles and wrists. Once I was locked in, she used a remote to retract the chains.
This woman had insulted me, robbed me and forced me to be her prisoner.
Why was my chastity cage getting snug????
"Open." She commanded, holding a cock gag to my mouth. "Bonnie says this gag was your favorite." It was wet with a slightly spicy flavor.
"Worship me as you suck my juices."
She placed a full length mirror in front of me so I could watch everything that was about to happen to me.
She reached into my pockets and removed my keys, wallet and phone and dropped them in a small sparkly purse, which she put in a shopping bag.
"I always forget to strip them before the chains. Oh well."
She walked behind me and grabbed the waistband of my jeans. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of shears slicing through cloth.
She cut my clothes off, leaving me in my shoes and Bonnie's lingerie.
My cage was too damn tight!
"Not your color." The lingerie fell in tatters. Now I was scared. What if Bonnie blamed me for that?
She pulled off my shoes and tossed them in the bag. Still holding the shears she grabbed my trapped cock and balls. "Are you going to be a good slave and wear what your Mistress gives you?"
I nodded like I have never nodded before.
"Let's just make sure." She picked up a small tag with a delicate wire and threaded it above the lock. With a zip it was tightened. Then, her shears got WAY too close to me as she snipped off the excess wire. "Only way to get it off was to cut it. Not a good idea. Bonnie was already pissed at you. Much more and she'll go all billboard."
She read my confusion. "You know those animated billboards?" I nodded, there was one across from my office. "Want to see your pictures on them?"
The cage was suddenly loose.
"Bonnie has decided your punishment." At last she put down the scissors. "You are no longer allowed to wear male underwear. Starting next week you'll have panties, stockings and a cami under your clothes and you'll sleep in a nightie."
'Cami' was that short for camouflage?
"But that's next week. Right now you have earned a thinner you." She picked up a white leather corset and wrapped it around me. The only opening was in the back, so she had to lace it before tightening.
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