Femdom Fantasies

by Golfer © 2010

Chapter Seven (see previous chapter)

He stood waiting at his front door with almost two weeks worth of torment on his mind. It was Friday, and she had told him she would be there between 7:00 and 8:00, and expected him to be standing there ready to open the door immediately after her knock. This, along with his obedient behavior, cheerfully and promptly given would be the only chance he had at an orgasm. The only other mention had been to be prepared for dinner and a movie.

His mind wandered back to their nightly phone “conversations”.  When he had called back as instructed that first time, naked, kneeling on the towel, speaker-phone on, and lube ready, she had shocked him by being in the middle of pleasuring herself with a vibrator. In fact she made sure for him to hear the muffled buzzing while instructing him to get erect [not difficult] and stroke very slowly. After a satisfying series of moans signifying her climax, she stopped his pleasure, but had kept him on the phone to talk about her day. They exchanged the usual couple’s information and even talked a little about politics. He was still half-hard when she sweetly bid him good night and to make sure his “items” were ready to call again at 10:00 the next evening.

And so it had gone each night, never quite the same way. Sometimes she would like to talk first before teasing him, sometimes right away, a few nights not at all. Mostly in front of the couch, but she’d picked other areas of his house for him to be as well.

Sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, kneeling at the foot of his bed, laying back on the bench of his Soloflex machine in the basement. Twice having him take a more active role by describing how he would eat her pussy to a fantastic orgasm. Always making him announce to her when he was close, always stopping him before completion. Always they would talk for a awhile, music, current events, childhood memories, politics, sports, his writing, her case and career, funny stories, ideas and positions she had for training him. He felt as though he were getting to know her a little more each day, just in a very physically frustrating way.

Very frustrating! Especially when she would relate past sexual experiences. One night he had tears in his eyes, laughing so hard as she explained her first attempted blow-job of a high school boyfriend. The poor kid had gone off prematurely as she took hold of his cock and was bringing her mouth forward, a good bit of his load flying up into one of her nostrils. It took James a bit to control his breathing, which almost ceased completely as she mentioned how good she eventually became at oral sex, seeming to be one of those girls who was able to control her gag reflex easily, and deep throat even well sized cocks. She had his rapt attention as she described how as a very special treat for good behavior she might tie him down and demonstrate her technique. She was a master of teasing description and her voice seemed to envelop and seduce, taking him where ever she cared to lead.

Last night might have been the worst. She’d taken great delight in setting a scenario for the near future where he would be on his knees behind her while she was kneeling on the comfortable couch. He’d be restrained, and straining to lean forward, inching himself between her spread thighs while she encouraged him to get his tongue busy with showing her just how much he admired her ass. He nearly gone over the edge as she let him know how she was fingering her wet pussy just the way she would that night, with the added pleasure of his tongue, which she intended to make very adept at satisfying her needs. It sounded to him like a very nice orgasm, while he just knelt with his eyes closed dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the towel, which would need to be washed yet again.

Of course these last two weeks hadn’t been all tease, unless of course you considered being sent for a doctor’s physical fun and games. Last Wednesday morning Mrs. Burns had called to inform him of an appointment Brianna had set up for him with her family doctor. She would change the time of the appointment if necessary, but it was mandatory for this week. When he asked why Mrs. Burns had replied, “Well I’m sure it’s because Miss Shea is concerned with your well being dear.” He had no family physician of his own and it had been awhile since seeing a doctor. He went through the very through and professional process, performed by a cutely Rubenesque female physician. He’d filled out all the forms including consent for blood work to be tested for STD’s. The doctor had been sure to explain to him he would be getting the results within a week, and that his visit had already been paid for. When he questioned Brianna about this later in the evening she had been pleased at his acceptance and then let him know that she herself had an appointment tomorrow, for the same STD testing so each would know the other was healthy. “James, I’ll always be very upfront with you, and during your training period you and I will promise not to have any sexual contact except with each other,” she had said. And just how long would this training period last James wondered to her. “Six months sounds about right. Why, are you changing your mind about me already James?”

He had assured her he wasn’t, and thanked her for being solicitous of his health. “James, I am concerned with your health, both physical and mental, and again if this gets to be too much for you and you don’t want to deal with me anymore just say so.  Say Bri, I think I done with this, Ok?” He confirmed that he would.

He was startled back into the now by two sharp knocks at his door. He reacted quickly to find Brianna smiling at him holding a pizza box with a DVD on top. “Hi James,” she whisked in, handing him the pizza, and plucking the movie from on top, stopping just long enough to pull him in for a quick kiss. “I felt like staying in tonight,” then giving his ass a light tap, “Go put the pizza in the kitchen, get some plates out and I’ll be right in,” as she headed to put the movie near the entertainment center in the living room. He’d barely had time to comply when she walked into the kitchen and into his arms for a deep kiss and tight embrace. She smelled wonderful and looked great in her business skirt and heels.

Stepping back [and stirring in the groin ] James said, “Hi Miss Brianna, you look fantastic.”

“James, that’s very sweet of you to say,” twirling once to give him the full view, then with a twinkle in her eye asked, “Do you think that compliments will soften me up enough to let you come?”

“I don’t know but I’m hoping, Miss Brianna.”

“Well,” she got close to tickle his ear with her breath, “it won’t hurt your chances,” laughing as she looked into his eyes.

“You seem in a very good mood Miss Brianna.”

“I am James, it was a very good day for our team in court today. And before I forget, to keep me in this good mood, I need you to go out to my car”, handing him the keys, “and get the bag in the back seat, it has some things I’ll need tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Morning?” he asked with a quizzical grin.

“Yes, morning. Any problems with that James?”

“None at all,” trying to keep the excitement out of his voice

“Good, go get the bag and take it up to your room. And even though your dressed so nicely [he put on a pair of khaki's and a button downed shirt ], since we’ll be staying in I prefer you to be naked. Also there are a pair of wrist cuffs in the bag, bring them down with you and put them on the couch. Quickly now James, before the pizza gets cold.”

James hurried to the car and back up to his bedroom. He decided to undress,leaving his clothes on top of a bureau in the walk in closet, before opening her bag which he left on a comfortable chair he used for reading over near the window. Pulling back the zipper he noted a hair dryer, make-up case, jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers, one of the thongs he had handwashed[had it already been 3 weeks ago?], the cuffs, a leash of some sort, and black riding crop which made him decidedly nervous. Trying not to think too much, he picked up the cuffs and headed for the kitchen table.

He dropped the cuffs on the couch and noticed Brianna sitting at the table with a plate in front of her and the pizza box opened. Still a bit embarrassed with her being fully clothed and him naked (aroused enough to be thickening slightly), he stopped short when he notice the other plate on the floor next to her.

“James, please pour me a soda, and get whatever you’d like to drink.”

He grabbed a couple of glasses, pouring a water for himself and returned to the table placing the glass in front of her and then standing, unsure of what to do with his own. She smiled cheerfully and told him to put the glass next to his plate and sit on the floor. His hesitation was enough to cause a slight frown from Brianna, spurring him into motion. He wasn’t sure how to react when she bent down to put a slice on his plate and began eating her own.

“Eat up James, so we can go in and watch the movie.”

He quickly found out eating pizza, crosslegged with your naked ass on the cold floor was not the easiest or most comfortable position in the world. James bent forward trying to keep food over his plate as she talked about her day in court and how proud she was of the two associates working the case with her. Tracy, a young second year with the firm had been particularly alert and helpful. She saw good things for the girl’s future. Brianna was also keeping an eye on James’ discomfort and halfway through his slice asked, “James, are you uncomfortable down there.”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Well then why don’t we have you kneel. Good, now sitting back on your heels, legs slightly parted, a little wider now, oh that’s just right.” Then she she asked him about his day and how things were going with the book while they continued on with the meal. While he was waiting to for her to finish her piece, she noticed how the tile floor was biting into his knees.

“Still uncomfortable.”

“Pretty uncomfortable, Miss Brianna”

“Well, let’s try raising up instead of sitting back on your feet. Oh, there, that’s better for me to be able to talk with you.”

He was looking at her almost at eye level, but the weight of his body directly over his knees caused more pressure and hence more pain.. “Miss Brianna, this isn’t much better.”

“This whole eating down on the ground thing doesn’t seem to be working out too well for you James,” giving him a meaningful look, “and truthfully I would much rather have you sitting at the table with me so we could both enjoy our meal.”

She took another bite and continued to stare at him, reaching to grab his chin when he went to look away. After slowly chewing and swallowing she continued, “Do you understand the different options I have at meal times James? See, punishment does’t always have to mean a spanking of some type, there are an infinite number of ways for me to correct your behavior. I mean can you imagine a week of eating dinners in exactly the positions we’re in now, a month if you’ve done something I’m particularly displeased with.?”

“I’m begining to get the picture, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh good,” she graced him with one of those radiating smiles as she bade him to sit up in a chair and continue eating. The pizza was good ( it was from a nearby shop he often ordered from, he wondered how she had know about it), and they relaxed into the normal rhythms of dinner at home.

When she was done, Brianna told James to clean up the table while she went upstairs to get changed. “Please wait for me in front of the couch in that first kneeling position I gave you.”

James finished policing the table and kitchen and went to get in position before she arrived back down stairs. Thank God the carpeting was well padded, he thought as he knelt, looking at the the cuffs with mixture of nerves and excitment. He listened to her moving around the bedroom, heard the toilet flush and the sink run, then after a few more minutes started wonder what the heck she was doing up there for so long.

Brianna took her time in his closet, finally selecting a plain blue oxford shirt to wear along with just the black thong that was her only other piece of clothing. While rolling up the sleeves she wondered again about the incredible shower stall in the bathroom, roomy with multiple shower heads. She wondered what it would cost to duplicate it in her own house? The material from the shirt was scratching wonderfully at her nipples already excited at the thought of the man waiting patiently for her downstairs. She opted to use only one button in the middle, smiled at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself, “Oh, you have know idea how much I’m going to enjoy you tonight boy.”

James gazed up from his position on the floor as he heard her descending the stairs, enthralled by the image of her and smiling when he realized it was one of his shirts draped on her. Her legs were terrific and he was just able to catch sight of the thong when she turned on the small landing.

Brianna looked him in the eye while crossing toward him, “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt James, it looked comfortable to lounge around in.”

“Not at all Miss Brianna, you make it look fantastic.”

“That’s so sweet James, and aren’t you just a silver-tongued devil,” she sat on the couch and reached forward to cup his cheeks and gently inched him closer to her between spread thighs. “MMM, and I’m so looking forward to training that tongue of yours so that by morning it’s changed all the way from silver to gold,” she toppled him forward slightly into a deep kiss, his hands settling on top of her thighs for balance. She plundered his mouth, sucking slightly on his bottom lip as her nails slowly raked from his shoulders to his chest. Her hands settled over his pecks and fingers began pinching his apparently sensitive nipples. With a sharp intake of breath he reached up to her forearms, but before he could push her away teeth clamped to his lip and he felt the slow shaking motion of her head. Her eyes never left him as she decreased the pressure at his chest without letting go, and she released his lip to chide him. “James, never try to stop me when I’m playing with your body.” “Understand,” with a sharper pinch to his left nipple to emphasize her point.

“I understand Miss Brianna,” he replied, willing his upper body to relax into her touch, making her smile and coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Her one hand kept up a subtle pressure at his chest while the other drifted down his belly. She turned her head to begin kissing his neck, working up to tease his ear, hand lightly encircling his rapidily expanding cock. She whispered into his ear, “Well, this part of you seems to approve of what I’m doing, doesn’t it James?”

“Yes, Miss Brianna,” caught up in his throat.

Her hand continued it’s downward path to gently heft his balls, causing a gasp of air from James. “My, my, my,…they feel so heavy and full,” as she pushed him back slightly so both hands could now tease his cock with just enough pressure to be maddening.

“Please..,” hissed out of his mouth, and then his heavy lidded eyes opened wide as she let go and sat back into the couch. Her eyes crinkled in delight as she announced, “Oh yes James, you will thoroughly please me a bit later, but why don’t we watch the movie for now.” A nod of her head indicated the remote, “Turn around and sit with your back to the couch. Scoot down just a little bit,” her long legs then draped themselves over his shoulders, her feet resting on the front of his hips,”There, that’s perfect for me…are you comfortable James?”

“Comfortable enough, considering part of me remains very tense.”

Brianna laughed and tapped lightly with a finger at his cheek, “Well you keep being a good boy and maybe I’ll massage that tension out of you. Now put the movie on.”

He used the remote to skip right to the feature presentation, hoping to get the movie over with, only to be told that she liked to watch the previews ( “I don’t get out to the movies very often James so I like to see what might be good.”). The feature turned out to be a Sandra Bullock romantic comedy that he barely managed to concentrate on as first one foot then the other would slide evilly along his cock distracting him. A quarter way in to the film Brianna decided she wanted a foot massage that eventually worked it’s way up her right calf. “James, you have marvelous hands, do the other foot and leg now.”

Twenty minutes into her second massage, “Oh, that feels heavenly,” as he kneaded the muscle at the top of her calf. Not knowing exactly what prompted him James turned his head to kiss her inner thigh. He detected the faintest smell of vanilla as she made a very satisfied little sound and slouched down lower on the couch to press her crotch right against the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and and twisting him back to her thigh just as he was turning back to the movie. His cock, which had reduced to three quarter mast while he concentrated on her muscles sprang back to attention. He continued to kiss with his lips and occasionally licking little circles with his tongue. For her part Brianna had been playing with the short fine hair the barber had recently buzzed at the back of his head, her fingers going against the grain and then smoothing the hair back down, her hips ever so softly beginning to grind against the counter pressure of his head. “James,” low and sweet, “turn off the movie, maybe we’ll catch the rest of it tomorrow, but right now your much more intresting. Stand up and face the TV with your hands resting at the top of your butt.”

James moved into position and felt her fingers trail along his right forearm, and then the cuff being attached to his wrist. He hadn’t paid too much attention to them when he had brought them downstairs only noting that they had been a shiny black material, moderately weighted with what seemed to be a thick black rubber tube between them. After she had both secured he felt her rise and fingers ride up the back of his arms to his shoulders. She leaned in to nuzzle the back of his neck and ask, “Are they comfortable, not to tight.”

“They feel fine, Miss Brianna”

“Good, good….James, I want you to try and reach around with your right hand and stroke your dick.”

He shifted his arms and even with good flexibility from stretching daily after working out and using maximum muscle force he was able to stretch the tubing just enough to to get his finger tips to his member and go up and down and three or four times before muscle fatigue set in. His hand dragged back behind him and she told him to do the same with the left, getting the same result but with only two stokes to his cock.

He stood with his head bowed, arm and shoulder muscles bulging slightly after the unexpected workout, feeling her shift in front of him. “That was very impressive James, I would have never guessed that you could even pull hard enough to reach it, and now I wonder if I loosen the band just a little how much fun it would be to watch you struggle to make youself come, first one arm till it gets tired, then the other.” She had that glint of mischief in her eye, the look he was finding to be oh so sexy even if it meant trouble coming his way.

“Do you like the cuffs? There kind of my own design, well, the rubber tubing in the middle was my idea, I had a friend make them up for me.”

“There very….restrictive, Miss Brianna.”

She gave a sharp laugh, “Apparently not as restrictive as I thought, but then you are a very strong beast, aren’t you,” as she moved in to kiss and then nip along his shoulder. Looking directly up at him now she continued, “You know in all our talks over the last couple of weeks I never asked…which hand do you use?”

“My left,” he answered, then blushed when he realized he’d never been asked or told anyone that before.

“UUhhh, so if you used your right it would kind of be like a new girlfriend,” she gigled.

Wryly amused, “I guess so, Miss Brianna.”

His amusement ended abruptly, eyes shot open and he raised immediately on his toes as her hand firmly grasped his ball sac, “Of course, you won’t dare use either of your “girlfriends” with out my express permission, isn’t that right James?” with just a hint of steel resolve in her voice.

He was just on the edge of pain and replied quickly, “Absolutely.”

She released her grip and slowly drew her index finger up along the underside of his cock which was still pleasantly hard, and then slowly used the finger to lightly keep circling the crown after lubricating it with his precum. “James, you forgot to address me properly just now,” said with a little grin, “I know you saw the crop in my bag earlier, remind me to give you one swipe to each thigh later tonight. Don’t forget or I’ll just increase the number.”

“Yes, Miss Brianna.”

“Good boy.”

A small moan stayed trapped in his chest as she gripped his cock, holding fast with no motion, “Now James, I’m going to the kitchen for a bottle of water, then back here to turn out the lights and head up to the bedroom,” she could feel his cock throb in her hand, “Oh, I see you like that idea.”

“Very much Miss Brianna.”

“While I’m doing those things your going to practice following me, behind and just to my left side. Be very careful to watch and if I signal,” patting her thigh and pointing down with her index finger, “you’ll immediately kneel close to me with your legs separated and positioned between my left foot, close enough to rest your cheek against the side of my thigh. Understand?”

“Yes Miss Brianna,” with a bit of uncertainty at this new development.

She turned and headed for the kitchen going only a few feet before stopping and signalling. James got into position, realizing that with his hands bound it was a bit harder to balance, more bumping her leg for support on the way down than he meant. She reached over to again play with the hair at the back of his neck in a lazy scratching motion, making him feel even more like a pet. “James, this is excellent posture right now, kneel back a little more on your calves,.. good. Now you need to show a little more grace on the way down, take your time, and present your cheek to my thigh like a lover’s kiss.” The shirt she was wearing crept down to just above her knees, and he used his cheek (burning in a bit of embarrassment) to move it softly against her skin.

“Mmmm, that very nice,” as she continued to toy with his hair, “When I want you to get up and follow me I’ll pinch your ear, like this,” a soft rubbing of her fingers at the back back of the ear, “and you’ll rise up with your back nice and straight, head up and eyes watching my legs.”

She signaled and waited a moment for him to rise then began forward again for 10 feet, before having him repeat the performance. “Much better James.”

“Thank you Miss Brianna.”

“Your welcome, and just so you know, when you’re in this position I don’t require you to speak, in fact unless you deem it very important don’t speak at all. You may acknowledge a compliment with a simple kiss to my leg. When I want you to talk I’ll grab your hair and have you look directly up to me and tell you to speak.”

He felt the pinch, and rose to follow her to the kitchen, kneeling again as she reached the fridge. “Excellent that time,” she smiled and enjoyed feeling the expected kiss. She opened a water and drank, offering him some and tilting the bottle to his waitng mouth. She closed the cap and started to the entry way to get the light, James rising and about to follow- when she turned and asked, “Did I signal you to get up?” I don’t think so. Back down. Don’t forget to remind me that’s two more to each thigh.” She turned out the light and left him in the dark as he heard her moving about the living room. He was starting to feel a bit foolish and annoyed when she returned in just the thong, putting those particular emotions on hold. She pinched his ear and made for the steps, his eyes not leaving her ass.

Just before ascending the steps, she stopped and signaled him down. She toyed with his hair again and told him how she really liked the feel of it in her fingers. “James, how often do you get your hair cut?”

He had to think for a moment before guessing, “Every three to four weeks.”

“I really like it this length, so let’s try for every 3 weeks from now on.”

She kept his head looking upward at her as he answered, “Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Good. Now James I have to tell you that the inside of this thong is just a wet mess, and since we’re going up to the bedroom for you to lick my pussy you may as well take it off for me down here.” She pushed his head back toward her ass and he understood to get the thong off with his teeth. Careful not to bite her he pulled it over the over those taunt globes, his nose practically sliding down her ass crack. When it was off, she started up the stairs without looking back. A couple of steps up she turned to see him still kneeling with the thong in his mouth. She rewarded him with her pleased expression and a bright smile, “James, were you waiting there for me to pinch your ear?”

The embarrassed flush had returned to his face as he nodded.

“I knew you’d learn quickly James, it’s one of the things that’s going to make it such a pleasure training you.” She continued to stare him down with that look of calm confidence as he looked back, chest risisng and falling a bit more rapidly, his cock registering his willing participation.

“Just so you know, the other signal to follow me is this, ” as she snapped her fingers, still gazing with admiration at his body she announced, “Hurry now, I’m very horny.”

(to be continued)

by Noisyturtle © 2010

The sunlight was streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of the master bedroom. James slowly opened his eyes and he realized the he was alone in bed. He could smell freshly brewed coffee. Glancing at the clock he saw it was 8:30. He reached under the quilt to check…yep that contraption was still there.

“Good morning hon, how about some breakfast?”

He looked to see Cynthia sitting in the bedside chair drinking a cup of coffee.

“Breakfast?, I uh ..” He stammered, still shaking off his grogginess.

“I can cook you know, besides, you seemed to have kind of a restless night. That’s why I let you sleep in.”

“I really need…

Cynthia smiled and said, “I know…Go ahead and pee and brush your teeth, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She stood and kissed him softly on the forehead, and walked out of the room.

He sat up resting his feet on the floor and looked around for a robe or something to put on.

“Naked at all times, my pet.” She was standing in the doorway. “Remember your training sweetie, you’ll remain nude at all times unless I instruct otherwise.”

“Sorry, I’m still half asleep.”

She cleared her throat and stared at him. “My Lady,” he added softly.

“That’s better. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to things in short order.” She smiled again, closed her silk robe, and started down the hallway toward the kitchen.

James walked over to the toilet and froze in his tracks. “Oh yea, sit down” he thought to himself. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he walked quietly and slowly towards the kitchen. He wasn’t uncomfortable or embarrassed, after all Cynthia had seen him naked countless times. He just felt a little self conscious because it had never been mandatory before. He was extremely happy that when he had the house built he insisted on the heated hardwood floors. Little did he realize then how much he’d appreciate them now.

As the two of them sat at the breakfast bar eating, they discussed the previous night. Cynthia encouraged James to speak freely about how he was feeling. After six months together, they knew each other so well that they were almost able to finish each others sentences. Subjects such as likes and dislikes, hard limits, fantasies , etc. had come up many times in the past. This morning, Cynthia brought up the subject of rituals and routines. During breakfast, Cynthia encouraged him to speak his mind, and be totally honest with her. He asked her about the chastity device she had him in, mentioning that he was getting a bit sore from the shifting cold steel. She told him to be patient, that she had already had an alternative in mind.

When they were done, James cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Cynthia loved to cook. She told him that she would be doing most of the meal preparation. It was his job to clean up, along with taking care of the housekeeping. Once a week he would have to fly into town to pick up mail and supplies. She was very clear that although she might ask his opinion, she had the final say on all decisions. She handled all the finances and business decisions. He took care of the house, and most importantly, he served her. James loved every second of this and obeyed her completely.

All of his adult life James had the freedom to make most of his own decisions. He’d always been single, and had no children, so rarely did his decisions in life effect anyone except himself. Now the only decisions he had to make were to submit and obey, or not to. It seemed like a contradiction of terms, but he felt the most freedom when he freely gave his freedom to Cynthia.

“Come James, let’s get you cleaned up for the day”. They both walked back to the master bedroom. Cynthia took the key that she had hanging on a chain around her neck and released him from his metallic prison. She walked with him into the main bathroom. She held the cock cage in her hands and smiled slightly.

“You know from your past training that disobeying has consequences, right?”

“Yes, I know”

“I’m going to leave this off for the time being. I have to be honest, that thing looked a little like I was living with robo-sub. You already know that you will NEVER touch yourself for pleasure unless you have my direct permission, correct?”

“Yes, I understand my Lady.”

“I know you understood that, but right now I want to hear you give me your word verbally that you’ll obey that rule.”

“Of course, my Lady, you know you have my promise of obedience.”

“Also, understand that this is temporary, especially when you’re away getting supplies or out of the house. I ordered some things on the internet this morning, including a more comfortable alternative to this. It should be here by next week.”

She paused to look at his reaction, then continued. “Listen carefully James, this is important. From this day forward, every morning when you awaken, you will do the following: You’ll relieve yourself, and then take a shower. While showering, you will shave your entire body completely from the neck down, I mean baby smooth and every day. After cleaning the bathroom, you will find me, and kneel before me so I am able to inspect my property. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. You know James, you really are doing well so far, I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, my Lady.”

“Alright then, Today is day one. There’s a disposable razor in the shower, so let’s get moving. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”

James just smiled and nodded his head respectfully. He turned on the shower and walked in. He was beginning to feel what he had described earlier as that “pleasurable ache”.

Cynthia walked to the living room, put some music on, and reclined on the couch. She heard the shower running and glanced out of the picture window. It was snowing lightly outside, and she was transfixed as she looked at the beauty of the scene in front of her. This place truly was as James had described so many months ago – a piece of heaven on earth.

As she gazed out of the window, she thought about James. About her love for him, and his love for her. She wondered if he was ready for what was coming today. She had been looking forward to this for months. Today was James’ birthday and, if things worked out the way she’d planned, it would be a very special day indeed. She wanted it to mean as much to James as it did to her. Tomorrow was just their future yesterday, today was all that mattered.

James walked into the living room and knelt before her as she had instructed. Cynthia leaned forward and ran her hands slowly over the entire upper half of his body. She then motioned with her hand for him to stand. He rose and stood in front of her, his hands at his sides, and remained totally still.

“Closer.”

He slowly stepped forward until Cynthia raised her hand indicating that he stop. She ran her hands gently over the entire lower half of his body. He again remained absolutely still, looking straight forward.

“In a few spots I felt a bit of stubble, but overall, you did a fair job. I just want you to be aware James that if you are unable to keep yourself smooth as silk for me, that there are many other ways of removing hair. I’m fairly sure that you would “prefer” using the razor each day.” He knew exactly what she meant and not another word was needed.

“James, after you’ve finished your daily tasks, come and find me. I need to explain a few things to you.”

He nodded and headed off in the direction of the master bedroom. Cynthia continued looking out of the window as she thought about the evening ahead. She smiled as she heard the vacuum running from the bedroom.

She must have dozed off because the next thing she remembered was opening her eyes and seeing James standing in front of her. Glancing at the clock she noticed that several hours had passed. She asked James to get her a cup of coffee. When he returned, she told him to sit in the chair across from her.

This was usually the time of day that the two of them would relax, maybe watch a movie, or anything else she fancied. As Cynthia looked at him sitting across from her, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward.

“James, most of your life you were paid millions of dollars to play a game. Now that you’re retired and here with me, I think its time that you played a slightly different game. A game for me.” He didn’t say a thing, but the puzzled look on his face said everything. “I hope you’re lucky at dice, because your roll of the dice today is going to decide what the rest of this day will be like”.

He remained silent, and listened intensely.

“Anything you want to ask me before we get started? If so, ask now, because you won’t be able to later.” He just shook his head in the negative and replied, “No my Lady, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“OK James, then listen carefully. It’s 2:00 pm. From this moment on, and until I tell you otherwise, you will not utter a sound. You Will Not speak. Not a word. Understand?” James almost responded but suddenly caught himself and just nodded his head. “Good, nice recovery kiddo.”

“Take the two dice on the table and hold them in your hand. Here are the rules … The first roll you’ll use only one dice. Whatever comes up between 1 and 6 will be my number. That’s how many times I will orgasm today. Before we sleep. Understand?” He smiled and nodded.

“How long has it been since you were allowed to cum James?” He smiled and looked closely at Cynthia. “Oh that’s right, you’re speechless” With a playful laugh she continued. “It hasn’t even been a week, has it? Are you starting to squirm a little? Well anyway, that’s where the second roll of both dice come in”.

“The second time you roll, the total of the two will be ‘your number’ for today. Now let me explain what ‘your number’ means.” (That pleasurable ache started to build.) “If any other number but 7 comes up, the roll means nothing. If you roll a 7, then today I’ll allow you to release, but only under my direction. Is all that clear?” James just smiled and nodded. “Before you smile too much, just so you’re aware, the mathematical odds of rolling a 7 in a single roll are 36 to 1. Ready to play?”

James smiled again and rolled the first time to get Cynthia’s number. He rolled a 3. Cynthia chuckled and watched as James picked up the other dice and shook them together in his closed fist. He let them roll across the glass topped table and sighed slightly as he stared at the pair of 4’s and just leaned back in his chair.

“Well now, I guess we have a busy day ahead of us, so let’s get started. Today James, I want your total surrender. You’ll do what I say, when I say without hesitation, understand?” He nodded. Cynthia stood up, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom.

“James, go out on the deck and make sure the hot tub is clean and ready to be used.”

James opened the sliding doors in the bedroom and walked out on the redwood deck adjoining the room. It was still snowing, and the shock of the 20 degree air hit his nude body like a train. “This is a first,” he thought to himself. He checked the water temperature and made sure it was at 90. The water was steaming as he briefly tested the air jets. Hurrying back into the bedroom he heard Cynthia in the bathroom. He sat on a chair and waited patiently.

Cynthia walked out of the bathroom having changed into a black satin bustier. Thigh high stockings and matching black satin panties. She was absolutely stunning, James thought to himself. Aroused just by the sight of her, she laughed and said, “I guess I don’t have to ask you if I look alright. Your body’s using sign language.”

Cynthia motioned for James to stand. “Lie on the bed face up and be still”. He did as she commanded. She opened a drawer and pulled out several satin scarves. She tied his hands together above his head, attaching them to a long rope that was about two feet in length. She then pulled him by his feet down the bed until his arms were stretched out above his head.

His feet hung over the end of the king size bed almost to the floor. Taking two more scarves, she tied them to each knee and pulled his legs apart securing the scarves to the bedposts. More scarves ringed his ankles as she pulled his feet towards each other. This modified spread eagle position was very restrictive, and left James feeling extremely vulnerable, his head basically in the center of the bed.

Cynthia walked over to the bedside chair and sat down. James was unable to turn his head to see her. He heard a rustling sound like a bag being opened. All he could do was lay there silently and wait.

“Hang on pet, I’ll be with you in a little while.”

He trusted Cynthia with his life, so her attempt to freak him out a little just caused a smile and more body language.

“My , my, I see you really enjoy the silk scarves. Get used to them hon, we’re gonna be here a while.”

After what seemed like hours, Cynthia crawled onto the bed and sat on James stomach. He could feel the wetness of her panties as she just looked into his eyes. She started slowly sliding up and down his stomach and chest. She leaned forward and pressed her satin covered breasts into his face. “You’d just love some of these, wouldn’t you” He knew enough to keep silent. Straightening her legs out past his head, she removed her panties. She tossed them on the bed next to his head, and then straddled him again.

Raising up to her knees, Cynthia inched forward until her pussy was just above James’ head. “Are you ready for me boy?” There was silence. She lowered herself down on to James’ mouth and ordered, “Now, boy, make me cum with your tongue.” Cynthia’s hips rocked back and forth, grinding herself down on James’ wide open mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she climaxed, her cum dripping into James’ mouth. She leaned back on top of James, with her hair settling over his hard cock.

“Good boy, and you didn’t even twitch. I knew you could do it”. Climbing off the bed and sitting back down in her chair, James could hear that same rustling sound he heard earlier. Cynthia untied his feet, and the loosed his knees. “Slide up” she ordered. “Here, I’ll give you a hand”. She took his hands and feet and retied them in a more conventional spread eagle position. “How ya doin’ boy? Ready for the next surprise?”

Taking a pillow and putting it behind his head she continued, “I want you to be able to see this”. He looked down his chest and saw his semi-erect penis just sitting there pointing at the ceiling. Cynthia walked around the bed and sat next to James. She ran her hair back and forth over him until he was almost on the edge. “Don’t you dare cum boy, you know the rules.”

James concentrated, using every ounce of self control he could muster. Suddenly, quickly, he felt something slide over his shaft. “Got it!” He looked to see a silver cock ring around the base of his penis. “I got the little sucker” Cynthia chuckled. “This’ll keep you hard as long as it’s on. The tightness traps the blood and also traps the erection”.

Then Cynthia reached down towards the floor and grabbed a small tube of some sort of cream. “I bet this’ll feel great, wont it? But remember, don’t you dare cum.” She massaged the cream up and down his shaft and over his balls. When she was done, she went into the bathroom and washed her hands. When she came out, she saw a look of horror on James’ face. “What the..” slipped out of his mouth. “You know the rules James, no talking at all. Don’t worry, I can solve that problem”

She took her soaked panties that were lying on the bed, wadded them into a ball and stuffed them into James’ mouth. “And it stays there, got it?” He nodded. “Now you can taste what you’re missing. Delicious aren’t I?” The look of horror was still in his eyes. Cynthia knelt down and whispered in his ear, “Lidocaine, that’s what was in the cream I put on you. It numbs you up. It’s the same stuff a dentist uses to freeze your mouth. Don’t worry hon, it’s harmless and temporary.”

Next, she reached down and pulled out what looked like a dildo, but was hollow. It was soft plastic, and seemed to be some kind of covering. She slipped it over his shaft. It went all the way down to the base. “See, you didn’t feel a thing, did you” she chuckled. She took some regular lube and coated it. “Well, the ride’s ready to go, but where does the quarter go?” She laughed sort of a maniacal laugh and climbed up on the bed.

She climbed on top of James and slowly lowered herself down over his now numb and artificial cock. He just kept watching her and tasting her. Cynthia rode James for what seemed hours. Every time she came close to orgasm, she backed off and held back. James literally couldn’t feel a thing other than the pressure of her body.

With no warning Cynthia exploded into a mammoth orgasm. James watched with great pleasure as she arched her back , throwing her head back, her entire body viability shuttering. Exhausted, she leaned forward and rested her head on James’ chest. This was the kind of pleasure he wanted for her. This made him feel free.

Cynthia looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. After she untied him, she ordered James to stand in the middle of the room and not move. She blindfolded him with one of the silk scarves. She touched her finger gently to his lips reminding him to be silent. Suddenly James felt something on the front of throat, wrapping gently around to the back. Then the clicking sound of a lock. He knew it was a collar. She whispered in his ear, “Now you really are mine, Happy birthday James, I love you.”

She removed the blindfold. “It’s OK, sweet, you can speak now”. He looked at her and realized how much “collaring” him meant to her. He kissed her softly on the lips, and said, “I love you too, my Lady. I do have one question though, what about the third orgasm?”

“Outside, in the hot tub, the stars are out. Come on my pet, lets go, the waters are waiting.”

by Matthew © 2010

To tell you the truth, she looked rather young. And silly. White button-down shirt. Black tie. Pocket protector full of pens. Thick-rimmed glasses. Hair pulled back in a no-beauty ponytail. Black polyester skirt and black clunky shoes. Her uniform certainly matches the stereotype. But then again, fixing computers is a man’s game. So she IS kind of swimming against the tide. Though all I care about is getting my stuff back, so if a woman can do it, more power to her.

I let her in, and led her to my den and the patient in question. “I dunno. I keep getting all these error messages. I hope the hard drive isn’t totally corrupted. Or something…”

“Well, let me take a look. I’m sure I can help you…”

She sat down and began mousing and tapping keys. Unfamiliar windows and commands flew across the screen of my computer. My computer. And she just sat down and took charge. I guess she DOES know what she is doing after all. I felt kind of helpless, standing there, watching her zip around my computer like it was her playground. And I just had to wait. And watch. I couldn’t help or offer any advice. And I’m a guy. I mean, technology…fixing things…that’s what we do. All I could do is…

“So…would you…some coffee?”

“I think I’ve found your problem. Where’s your last system backup?”

“Backup. Oh. Ah…” I rummaged around the desk. “Here. Right here.” I handed her the disk triumphantly. See, not so useless after all!

She frowned. “This is over a month old. Nothing more recent?”

“Ah…no…” I blushed.

“Well, it will have to do, I guess. Oh, milk and sugar please.”

“What?”

“For the coffee.”

“Oh. Ah…sure.” I went to the kitchen. Maybe some of my ‘good’ coffee, The Kona. And some cookies. For some reason I felt like I needed to impress her…

I brewed a fresh pot of Kona and got out a tray, two cups and a plate of cookies. And brought them to the den. It took a little longer than I expected but I hoped she liked it. When I got there she was staring intently at my computer looking at… Oh.

Oh no.

“That encryption was totally weak. You can’t always rely on freeware.”

“You fixed the problem…?” Maybe she didn’t realize what it was she was seeing…I hope…

“Oh, I fixed it alright. Interesting stuff in those hidden folders…”

“Well, I…”

“And that junk you’re using to hide all those websites you go to…it totally doesn’t…”

“I..Uh…” I don’t need to explain myself to her…do I?

“Femdom…Male Chastity…Hypnosis…all those Fetishes. And that Lady Julia is totally awesome..”

All I could do is just stand there and turn red.

“So, what are you, like, a sub?”

“What? I..” This isn’t really happening…is it?

“You know. Submissive. A submissive male…”

“Well I…” This is so embarrassing….but…God…it’s like one of my fantasies…!

“Do you have a Mistress?”

“What? No I…”

“But you want one, huh? You’ve looked at lots of those websites. Ever talk to any?”

“Email. I’ve…a few…”

“But never met any in person?”

“No, I…no…”

“But you want to…”

“I…well…”

“What’s this…FLR?”

“It’s…ah…Female-Led Relationship…it…”

“Where the Woman is totally in charge…right?

“…Yes…”

“Is that what you want?”

“I…well…” The line between fantasy and reality was…rapidly disappearing…

“To have a woman totally in charge. Of you?”

“I…well…yes…” I found myself having no choice but to admit it…

“You want to find a woman and surrender to her. And totally obey her.”

“Well…yes…”

“So, if I was to say…like…’get on your knees’, you would do it, huh?”

“I…uh…”

“I’m waiting…”

I got down on my knees. In my den. In my own house. For her. A female computer geek. A female computer geek Mistress.

“No, you’re too far away. come over here…”

I ‘walked’ on my knees over to where she was sitting. On my chair at my desk. It hurt my knees to do it, but I just…had to obey.

“Good boy.”

It…it felt good to hear her say that. To actually hear a female voice say those words to me in person. Those words I’ve wanted so much to hear…

“You like that.”

“Uh?”

“You like to hear me say that. Good boy…”

“How..?”

“I’m a fast reader. Plus I can see how hard your cock is.”

“Uh…” Oh God…

“Maybe I’ll tie a ribbon around it an’ use it as a leash. Y’know lead you around…”

Oh God….

“You’d like that too, huh? You’d like me to tie a pink ribbon around your silly peter and use it to lead you around like a puppy dog. Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh God…!”

“Goddess. Not God. Or Mistress. Yes. I could be your Mistress. Would you like that?”

“I…I wo…”

“No. I’m not asking you. I’ll tell you. You would You totally would like me to boss you around. Now say it.”

“I would…like you to boss me around.”

“No, totally. ‘I totally…”

“I totally would like you to boss me around.”

“Good boy.”

If I had a tail I’d be wagging it.

“Now, I’m gonna copy all your dirty porn onto my thumb drive. That way I’ll have ALL your stuff. So I can look at it later. You don’t mind, do you?”

What if I do mind? What could I do about it? “No…I..”

“Again. Not a question.”

I felt something tapping on my leg.

“This may take a while. You’ve got lots of stuff for me to copy. Why don’t you make yourself useful or something…”

I understood. I crawled under my desk, untied her black ugly, clunky shoes and slid them off her feet. The combination of those shoes and her cheap supermarket suntan pantyhose created a stink out of a foot fetishists fantasy. Which…was now my reality. And there was no escaping from it. The taste was…well, not as delicious as in my fantasies, but my need was as strong…

“Hey, down there…”

“Uh?”

“When am I gonna get my coffee?”

“Right away…Mistress…!”

“Good boy…”

by Noisyturtle © 2010

The wind cut like a knife through his uniform. He glanced up at the scoreboard and saw that the temperature had dropped to 3 degrees. He thought to himself, “Monday Night Football on New Years Eve. Why the hell did they schedule the final game of the season in Green Bay? Why does my last game in the NFL have to be here?” The clock read Two: zero: zero. Two minute warning. 120 seconds left before his life changed forever. In two more minutes he would become different person – unemployed, unavailable, and the property of the woman he loved.

He looked over his shoulder into a sea of 70,000 people and tried to locate Cynthia. She should be in the window of his private luxury box, but he couldn’t find her. With a sharp slap on the back from a teammate, it was over. The final game, a sixteen year career, and the only way of life he’d known since college. Now it was time for a new life.

As he walked up the tunnel to the locker room, all he had on his mind was Cynthia. People were all around him, some patting him on the back, others congratulating him on his retirement. The media watched every move he made with camera flashes so frequent it seemed like an electrical storm. Someone stuck a microphone in his face and abruptly asked, “So what are your plans for the second half of your life JJ?” He nudged past everyone and walked quickly into the locker room without saying a word. He normally wasn’t so rude, but all he wanted to do was shower, change, and get out of there to find his Lady.

He’d met Cynthia the previous August at a party at a friend’s house. She was the first thing he’d noticed when he walked in. She appeared to light up the entire room. Her shoulder length auburn hair seemed to frame her perfectly shaped face, piercing green eyes and deep red lips. Her black silk dress matched her patent leather shoes, complete with 4″ stiletto heels and straps that wrapped around her legs up to the knees. As her eyes looked up to meet his, he couldn’t break away from her stare. The next thing he knew he was standing a few feet in front of her, their eyes never breaking contact.

As she stood up, he opened his mouth to introduce himself. Before he could utter a sound, her finger pressed against his lips, silencing him. “I know who “you” are, there’s no need”. She pulled her finger away from his lips, and he remained silent. She whispered “Good boy”, I’m Cynthia, That’s how I wish to be addressed, not Cindy, not Cin … Cynthia.”

“I’m James”, he said softly.  “James Jennings, but most people just call me JJ.”

She smiled and replied, ”A pleasure to meet you, James.”  She extended her hand, palm down, towards him, as if expecting him to kiss her hand. To his own surprise, he took her hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed her gently.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Cynthia.”

“Come James, lets chat.”  She spoke with such gentle strength in her voice, it literally mesmerized him. She also had a mild Irish tint to her speech, and that alone almost caused his knees to buckle. He sat down slowly and as he did, he felt every eye in the room focused him. As if she was reading his thoughts, she whispered, “Never mind what anybody else thinks, all that matters is what we both already know”.

Confused by what she meant, he asked, “And what is that?”

“There are just some things in this world you have to accept without explanation James, isn’t that what you said in that retirement press conference you gave last week?”  He started to respond but her finger touched his lips again. “Shhh, my sweet, you’ll understand everything by the end of the season.”

After 15 years as an NFL wide receiver, JJ had become one of the elite players in sports. He was so well known, that he was in the category of “one name recognition” such as Ali, Gretsky, and Aaron. He was also one of the wealthiest. The final year of his current contract netted him a little over $11 million – $20 million with endorsements. Being single, he had a reputation of being quite a free spirit. He owned and piloted his own Lear jet and wasn’t afraid to let people know about it. With celebrity and wealth of that magnitude, it made him on of the most eligible bachelors available. It also made him a big target. He was extremely cautious about people getting too close to him. It was actually quite a lonely lifestyle.

After that party, he and Cynthia were inseparable. If there was ever a true case of love at first sight, this was it. He trusted her implicitly almost immediately. He had no fears of her being some sort of gold digger or con artist. For the first time in his life he wasn’t afraid of “life after football” as so many players so often are. She was different. She wasn’t starstruck with him. The money was nice, but she asked nothing financially of him. She did, however demand that she be treated with respect and like a lady at all times. She was a strong woman, very self confidant and sure of herself. JJ liked that about her so much that he was willing to do virtually anything she asked. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy and at peace. He was happiest when he pleased her. It was a perfect fit.

Four years earlier, with his notoriety at its peak, JJ needed a place to retreat for complete privacy and peace of mind. He purchased 400 acres of land in northern Montana, complete with a private 80 acre lake. He had an A-frame home built along the shore. The property was 50 miles from the nearest public road. In addition, the lake home was completely self sustaining, complete with wind and solar power. It was totally inaccessible by car. The only way in or out was to fly in and land on the lake. This was his refuge. His peace and solitude. His tiny piece of man made made heaven on earth.

Originally he planned to live there year round after he retired. Money wasn’t a problem, and because of some wise business investments, he was pretty much set for life. The one thing he hadn’t counted on was that he would fall in love and things were going to be different now. At age 38, he was considered an old man for professional football, and finally, the time was here. He knew what he had to do, and more importantly, what he wanted to do.

Since that night he met Cynthia, they had spent just about every private minute together. She traveled with him from city to city, game after game. He learned that she was a clinical hypno-therapist. Several times during the season, he had been injured. Nothing serious, but it was difficult to play with pain. Cynthia asked him one night after a game in which he had bruised his ribs if he wanted to try hypnosis to play through the pain. He was skeptical, but curious.

He agreed to try, but seemed a bit nervous. She asked him, “Have I ever lied to you James?”

With a nervous chuckle he said,”No, not that I’m aware of.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course”, he replied. “What do you want me to do?”

In a soft tone she answered, “All you have to do is relax, and listen, that’s it. Get yourself into a comfortable position..”

He layed down on the couch with his head in her lap and just stared up at her eyes. She looked down at him and gently ran her finger tip across his forehead. She softened her voice to a melodic tone, and began taking him through deep breathing and progressive relaxation. Slowly his eyes closed and she could feel the tension in his body subside.

The next thing James was aware of was opening his eyes and noticing that he hadn’t moved. His head was still resting on her lap. He noticed that his body was limp, and remembered thinking how beautiful she was as he stared up at her. He was expecting Hollywood. The swinging watch, and things like that.  He said softly, “I didn’t think it would work, I’m not a good subject I guess.”

“Oh really?” she said with a smile. “James, take your right hand and touch the top of your left gently.”  He did as she asked, and the minute he touched his hand, he felt the sore muscles around his rib cage loosen, along with a wonderful sense of calm. ”Everytime you need to ease your rib pain, just touch your hand and think to yourself…’No more pain’.”

He sat up quickly, and as he did he felt a pull in his rib cage and winced from the pain. “Trust me James, do as I say”. He obeyed, and again his muscles loosened and he felt virtually no pain. She chuckled. “You did just fine my sweet, look at the time.” He glanced at the clock and to his amazement, almost an hour had passed in what seemed to him only a few minutes.  She smiled again and said, ” Good boy, now you’re beginning to understand.” He looked at his hand, then the clock, and turned his gaze to Cynthia. “Tomorrow, after the game, we’ll talk and I’ll answer all those questions that are going through your head right now.”

The game the next day went almost perfectly. Every time he felt a tweak of pain, he followed Cynthia’s instructions and it eased. After the game someone asked him how he was able to play so well with the rib pain he had. All he said was, “You have to know the difference between pain and injury. Anyway, it’s just mind over matter.”

He returned to the hotel room and told Cynthia about what happened. “I know, I was watching you on TV. After dinner we really should have a talk James, we need to make some decisions about us.”

“Lets talk now”, he said impatiently.

“Later, after you’ve eaten and you’re relaxed.”

After dinner they both sat on the couch. She began by saying, “You know that in my practice I use hypnosis for all kinds of problems, right?”

“Yes, I know”

“Besides smoking, pain, anxiety, and things like that, you also know that I do a lot of couples therapy, correct?”

“Yes”, he replied.

“Did you also know that I specialize in erotic and dominant-submissive therapy?”

He looked at her and said softly, “You mentioned once that you did sex therapy, but you didn’t tell me what kind.”

She leaned back and thought for a second, and then sat forward and looked at him closely.  She took his hand and looked directly into his eyes and said, “James, you know that I love you, right?”

“Yes, of that I’m sure” he replied.

“And are you…”

He interrupted her and said, “Cynthia, I’ve never loved anyone in my life as deeply as I love you.”

She continued…”James, if you had to describe yourself as either dominant or submissive, what would your answer be?”

Without hesitation he answered, “Submissive, I guess”.

“And why would you say that?”

He squeezed her hand gently and looked directly back at her. “Because everything I do, I do for you. I’m happiest when I’m pleasing you. All I want is to see you smile, to see you satisfied, to just be with you, period.”

“And when did you start to feel this way James?”

Again, without hesitation, he answered, “The first time you said to me … ‘Good boy’, and everytime since.”  She took a sip of her drink, leaned back and crossed her legs. He continued to hold her hand and gaze at her eyes.  He continued, “Every time you say “good boy” it sends a feeling through my body like an electrical shock”.

“James, do you understand what a “true” dominant/submissive relationship is?”

“Yes, I think I do” he replied, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“I’ve always been a Domme, and you’ve always been my submissive. You understand that so far, you’ve only experienced a taste of this lifestyle. And that’s exactly what it is James, a lifestyle. You are free to choose or not choose. But keep in mind, once you take this step like this, you can’t take it back. You can’t un-ring a bell.”

“I love the way I feel when I’m near you,” he said, “I love the way I feel when I please you. The only thing I would be concerned about is that I’d look like some kind of wuss. But if you would be willing to teach and instruct me, I’d like to go forward. This appeals to something deep inside me.”

“James, you need to know that being submissive doesn’t make you any less of a man, or appear weak. Actually, it takes more of a man to admit and deal with his submissive desires than someone who just wants to play games and role-play. This is a total commitment. A Femdom relationship can be one of the most tender, trusting, and loving things that a couple can have. It’s romantic, beautiful, and a bit adventurous, but I guarantee, its not boring.”

“For you, Cynthia, for us, if this is what you want, than this is what I want also. You lead, and I’ll follow.” She just closed her eyes and squeezed his hand. He continued to look at her face intently.

“Alright then” she whispered, “Tomorrow, we start your training.”

During the next month or so James and Cynthia spent at least two days a week alone at his Montana lake house. Typically, if James played a Sunday game, he didn’t have to report back to the team until Wednesday. It was a short flight to Montana, where the Lear was put in a private hanger. They would then switch to his sea plane which was capable of landing on water or even in the snow of the frozen lake. Cynthia spent much of her time slowly referring her current clients, and preparing to live full time in Montana. They both agreed that immediately after the last game of this season, the last of his career, That the two of them would live together in the complete privacy of the Montana lake home.

As the December 31st game in Green Bay approached, James’ anticipation level had risen to a point that he found it hard to concentrate. As his training progressed, he found his love and devotion to Cynthia becoming more intense each day. He considered himself the luckiest person on earth to serve and love such a beautiful lady. He was happiest in the fact the their love was mutual. That gave him a great sense of peace. He knew that she would be sitting in his private suite watching the game. He also knew that when the game was over, he would become a different person. A person, that until he met Cynthia, he never knew he wanted to be.

As JJ walked into the locker room, he had nervous butterflies. He hadn’t had butterflies since his first game sixteen years ago. He wondered why she had disappeared from his view during the game. He noticed that above his locker was a gym bag with a silver lock keeping its contents private. A sealed envelope was attached to the bag. He took the envelope and opened it. Inside was another sealed envelope. Written on the outside of the 2nd envelope was “Shower, change, and go to the hotel. Do not open this until you are in your room.” It was unsigned, but he recognized the handwriting as Cynthia’s.

James entered his room with those same butterflies he had earlier. This was the turning point in his life, and he knew it. He opened the small envelope and found a short note a loose key inside. The note read, “James, I’ve chartered a private flight to Montana and should be there by the time you read this. Open the bag with the enclosed key and follow the instructions inside to the letter.” It was signed “Lady Cynthia”. Seeing the signature with those instructions sent a feeling through his body that he found difficult to describe. He later described it as a “pleasurable ache”. He turned the key in the lock and unzipped the bag.

Inside was another envelope and a small red velvet bag with a zipper. Opening the envelope he read, “Before continuing, make sure you understand all we’ve talked about through your training. This will be the final choice you make as an individual. If you open the red bag, you have made your decision to commit yourself to me, just I will commit myself to you. Your body will no longer be your own, it will be mine. Your journey through life will become “our” journey. I will lead, and you will follow. I will command, and your obedience must be absolute. If this is your decision James, simply continue on and when you come home, bring this letter with you.” Again, it was signed “Lady Cynthia.”

He unzipped the red bag and peered inside. The bag contained four items. A pair of red silk panties, a length of soft velvet ribbon about 12″ long, also red, a black satin scarf, and a list of instructions. He looked at the list and began reading. “Good boy, I see you’ve made your choice. 1st, Go get your laptop and contact me on webcam. Do this now.” His laptop was set up in minutes and he saw on the list of contacts, only one name, “Lady Cynthia.” He quickly made the video connection. Cynthia’s beautiful face filled the screen. Behind her he could see the flickering fireplace from the lake house in Montana.

“Hello my sweet, I’m very pleased with the decision you’ve made.” Her voice was low and romantic, yet he could feel the authority behind her words. “I realize that during the next few days you have many obligations to fulfill. I know that tomorrow you have a scheduled press conference at 10:30. Your formal retirement speech. After that you’ll clean out your locker for the final time. I’m sure there will be some kind of team dinner or party in your honor. After all loose ends are taken care of, you will board your Lear, and come home. I’ll be expecting you within 72 hours. Is everything clear so far?”

“Yes, crystal clear.” was his reply.

“Until then,” she continued, “you will do exactly as I have instructed on the list you’re holding. beginning now, do you understand?”

He just nodded his head.

“Good, my pet, you doing wonderfully so far. You may start with the 3 items on your list. Make sure you remain on video with me until I tell you to shut down…Begin now boy, tic, toc, tic, toc…”

James looked down at the paper in his hand and read number one. (1.) Strip completely naked, making sure to stay on camera at all times.”( 2.) lie on your back on the bed. Masturbate and release fully, again making sure you are in frame at all times.” (3.) After cleaning yourself up, take the red ribbon and tie it around the base of your balls. Snugly, but not tight enough to cause pain. Then stand in front of the computer with your hands at your sides and be silent.

He obeyed every word and stood before the webcam. Cynthia spoke, “Good boy James. the ribbon is to remind you at all times that I now own what was once yours. You may remove it while sleeping, but otherwise, it will be tied around my cock every waking hour of every day until you arrive home. The red panties will also be worn daily under your street clothes. Do you understand my instructions?”

He just whispered “yes ma’am”.

“Excellent my pet, your training has come along nicely. Remove the ribbon, put on the panties, and go to sleep. Repeat these instructions everyday until you return home. Don’t forget to contact me by webcam each night so I can inspect my property.”

“Good night Cynthia”.

“Good night my sweet.”

It was like landing through the fog as the snow skis on the turbo prop skimmed across the loose white powder of the lake. James slowly guided the plane into its small hanger next to the peer. Walking up the way to the front door seemed to be in slow motion. As he entered the foyer, he stood quietly for a moment to shake off the cold. He took his coat and hung it. He could feel the warmth rising past him from the heated hardwood floors. He set his bags down and glanced at his watch. It was about 3:30. He looked for Cynthia. All he heard was her voice.

“Welcome home James” she said in a soft whisper. “Before coming any farther inside I want you to take the black satin scarf out of the bag.” Just the sound of her voice aroused him. “I have just one more instruction to add. From this moment on, when we are in private, you will at all times address me in one of three ways unless I tell you otherwise. Are you listening?” He was fumbling around looking for the black scarf. “In public address me as you always have. In private it will be “Lady Cynthia”, “my Lady”, or “Ma’am” Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand”.

“You understand what?”

“I understand my Lady,” he replied in a timid tone.

“Good” she whispered.

She took the black scarf from his hand and told him to strip off all his clothes except the red panties. As he was complying, she walked behind him and used the satin scarf to blindfold him. He started to speak, but her finger touched his lips keeping him silent. She kissed him gently on his forehead, took his hand, and led him silently into the main bedroom. He could hear the crackling of burning logs in the fireplace. The warm heated floor felt wonderful on his bare feet. Cynthia stood in front of him and said,  “Put your arms behind your back, palms together, interlocking your fingers.” She took another scarf and bound is hands together. “Not too tight, is it? ”

“No my Lady” was his reply. Those butterflies returned to his stomach, but he was beginning to like the way they felt. His arousal was becoming very obvious.

The night before on webcam Cynthia had instructed James to shave every part of his body below his waist, as she put it, “baby smooth.” As he stood in front of her, wrists bound behind him, she lowered his panties and had him step out of them. She moved her hands over every inch if his shaved lower half, inspecting the job he had done. She gently squeezed his balls and held them, “Not too bad a job for your first try, I’m very pleased James.” Just hearing those words caused his legs to soften, and his penis to harden even more. She slowly stroked his shaft, teasing the tip lightly. He could feel himself reaching that point of no return as he started to throb. She suddenly stopped and squeezed his shaft very hard at the base and said in a firm voice, “You will not cum unless you are given permission”

“Yes Ma’am” he whispered, as he swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Still bound and blindfolded, James heard Cynthia open a drawer and then footsteps coming towards him. He felt something very cold touch his penis. “Ice, it was some sort of ice pack” he thought. The cold caused his erection to subside almost immediately. Next he felt Cynthia untie and remove the velvet ribbon that he had become so used to feeling. He heard a noise like the sound of metal on metal. Suddenly she fit a steel ring around the base of his cock exactly where the ribbon used to be. then a click as it closed snugly. She held his penis and fed it through some sort of tube that forced it to curve downward. The ring and the tube were connected. He then heard the unmistakable clicking sound of a lock closing.

Cynthia removed his blindfold. ”Losing one of your senses gives you a completely different perspective, doesn’t it?” Blinking as he adjusted to the light, he looked down and examined the chastity device he was just put in to. ”I always protect what’s mine.” Cynthia chuckled. “This prevents you from touching yourself in any way. Oh, by the way, you’ll also have to sit to use the bathroom also.”

After making sure it wasn’t too tight, or causing pain, she stood back and inspected her property. “To answer what you’re thinking, it’ll come off when I decide. When I want to use it. The only exception is for sanitary reasons, which I will closely supervise.” He remained silent. “Good boy, now you understand.”

As James raised his gaze to look at Cynthia, he noticed that she was wearing the exact same dress she wore the night they met. She slowly walked over and sat in an over stuffed high back chair next to the bed. Looking at James, she signaled with her finger for him to walk toward her. He started in her direction mesmerized by her beauty. His mind vividly flashing back to that August night he first stared into her stunning green eyes. He had never felt anything like this before. The intensity, the intimacy, the pure love he felt for Cynthia. He walked to within a few feet of her and stopped. With his hands still bound behind him, she was totally in control of every part him, both physically and emotionally.

“Kneel before me”. From his training he knew what was happening, and was completely lost in the moment. He knelt on both knees directly in front of her. Cynthia raised her left foot to his mouth. She didn’t have to say a word. James kissed her shoes passionately moving from the left to the right, making sure he didn’t lose balance. He worked his way up both legs to her knees. “Closer” she whispered. “Worship my pussy my pet. Please me completely.”

He reached her inner thighs and the tops of her stockings. She wore no panties. He could hear her breathing faster and harder. His arousal was overwhelming, but the chastity device prevented him from doing anything but pleasing his beautiful Lady Cynthia. He felt her hand on the back of his head. “Fuck me my sweet. Your face is for “my” pleasure…” She pulled his face deep into her, using his head with the force and finesse as she would a dildo. She started grinding and thrusting her hips back against him while holding his head in place. “Make me cum, boy. Now!” With his own senses becoming overloaded, still his only thoughts were pleasing his Lady. Her pleasure would be his. Literally.

James felt her legs lock behind him and pull his entire body closer. She exploded in an orgasm of  rolling  waves. Every muscle tensing, pulling him in and thrusting hard against him. Orgasm after orgasm rolling like thunder kept coming until her body was exhausted in pleasure. After a few minutes she gently reached down and placed her finger under James chin lifting his gaze up to hers, she smiled. As the both of them moved to the bed next to the chair, she untied his wrists. Both completely spent and completely satisfied, Cynthia rested her head on James chest looking at him. She reached down and held his imprisoned cock. ”So, James, tell me, how was the first day of the second half of your life?”

“More than I could have ever imagined my Lady. I love you with everything that I am”.

” I love you too, James. I can’t wait till the “real” lessons begin tomorrow.”

They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

by Lady Julia (c) 2009, 2010

“May I help you, Sir?” I smiled sweetly.

“Um, no, uh…no.. it’s ok. I think I can find what I am looking for.” His handsome face flushed the brightest shade of red.

“Now, you wouldn’t want to make me look bad to my boss, would you? See him over there sitting at the entrance to the Reference Department? I know he’s staring because he’s been watching me most of the day.”

“Well, uh no, I uh.. well I mean… I see why he’s been watching you.”

“Oh?” I teased softly, my hand just barely brushing against his as it rested on the card catalog.

“It’s your legs. They’re magnificent.”

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by Golfer © 2010

Chapter Six (see previous chapter)

The next morning found Bri in her office and sitting at her desk since 7, working methodically through expert testimony in her upcoming case. It was quarter after 10 when her cell phone rang and the rush of two voices could be heard.

“So, how did everything go?- Sue

“Does he have a nice cock?- Cassie

“Cass… you can’t ask that kind of question yet. Ignore her Bri. Was he fun to be with? Was he a good kisser? Oh, and did he have a nice cock?”  Laughter from both.

Bri listened to the banter with a smile on her face, realizing her friends were checking up on her, and more than a little interested in last night’s festivities.

“OK, all kidding aside, spill it all out kiddo or we’ll come find you and drag it out of you. We want details,” stated Cassie.

Bri relaxed back in her chair and filled them in on her evening out with James. He was absolutely a joy to be with, quick witted, smart, and a very good kisser. He seemed to really enjoy being with her. He had a really nice cock, and more importantly was willing to do as she asked with it. He was the perfect little newbie sub.

“And?” Sue asked.

“And he’ll call me on Tuesday as instructed,” Bri quipped.

“Yes, yes,yes,” she heard on the other end of the phone from the dynamic duo. She went on to explain that the two of them could not have picked a worse time for her start training a novice, she was swamped at work, and any vacation time was out the window until the present litigation was completed. She explained that any training was going to have to progress slowly, and would be completely distracting.

“Do you hear me playing the world’s smallest violin for you, Bri?” Cassie stated, “and he’s supposed to be distracting, and you’re supposed to be equally distracting to him, it’s known as having the “hots” for one another, in case you forgot what that’s like.”

“Now Cassie, be nice, poor Bri needs our support,” Sue sarcastically added. “Bri darling, take your time with James, just have him ready for dinner with us in 3 weeks.”

Bri laughed.  That would be an impossible time table, but she would enjoy taking her time getting him ready for a small party in 2 to 3 months. She did confide how nervous she’d been when explaining to him what she was looking for in a man, and how relieved she’d been when he let her know he wanted to be with her, not anyone else.

Bri actually cackled when she heard the girls start singing, “James and Bri, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G………

Jim was standing in the shower trying to let the warm water ease some of the ache out of his ass. Looking in the mirror this morning, he noticed the mild bruising concentrated on the lower portion of his glutes. The soreness actually reminded him a little of what it was like to wake up the morning after a tough night game. He remembered how beautiful Brianna had looked to him before, during and especially after his punishment and felt his cock stirring to life. He looked down as if his own body was betraying him, trying to figure out how to soap the area without causing a raging hard-on. He remembered their conversation on the ride back to pick up her car.

“You realize, James, that if you’re giving me authority to train you, the first thing I’ll want to control is your orgasms. In fact, from now on the only time you get to come is when I allow it,” she smiled and lazily ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. “James, that means all of those nice morning erections you get don’t get rubbed out.”

He shot an astonished glace toward her and swerved a little when his skin got pinched by Bri for not watching the road. How did she know?

He could feel her smirking, “I know all of you boys get that good morning wood and can’t wait to spank the monkey. Just so were very clear, I do the spanking, and you wait until I’m ready to do it, understand boy.”

With a little hesitation James replied, “I understand Miss Brianna,” wondering how she would ever know.

“Oh, I suppose you could get away with jerking off everyday if you were willing to lie to me James, [ goddammit, was she psychic? ] , but you aren’t the kind of guy who agrees to live by a certain set of rules and then goes and breaks them whenever he wants.”

Damn, now he was appealing to his sense of honor and fair play, and he knew he was doomed to having to wait or do god knows what else for her permission.

They pulled up along side her car and Bri said “Look at me, James,” his eyes staring back into hers.  “I want you to call me Tuesday night at this number,” handing him a card.  “It’s my cell number.  Call at 10 0′clock so we can talk, I’d like to give you a couple of days to think about tonight to let me know what you are feeling.  But if you need me before then and don’t call me James, then I’ll be really pissed, do you understand?”

He got out “Yes Miss Brianna,” before she leaned into him and they made out thoroughly for a good 5 minutes.

She tilted him forward to kiss his forehead and told him to stay in the car and wait for her to pull out first.

Sunday night:

James had been fine all day Saturday, taking care of some shopping and other errands. He went and hit the ball great on Sunday, got home and did a couple of really productive pages of work on the book, and generally enjoyed the day. By Sunday night he was starting to feel a bit disconcerted about wanting to talk with Bri. She’d been on his mind all weekend, in good way and he wanted to call her to say hi. Really just to hear her voice. ( Damn, did he just actually think that?  He sounded like a little bitch even to himself. )  She had said Tuesday, so he resolved to wait.  It would be whole lot easier if his dick wouldn’t rear up an remind him of her several times a day.

By Monday he had worked up a thousand different reasons to call her, mainly due to the vague unease he felt about what came next. He knew he liked her, he knew she excited him, but wow, this was so different from anything he was used to.

At 8:30 Monday night he sat down and dialed her number.

“Hello,” she answered while driving home after a long day.

“Ah.. Hi, Miss Brianna”

“Hi, who is this by the way?”

James was momentarily stunned.  Did he call the right number [it sounded just like her ], or Oh God, did she have another guy, or even guys that she was seeing?  The silence was over in a second but it seemed much longer to him.

Laughing, Bri continued, “James, I’m only kidding, I know it’s you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if..”

“No James, trust me, you’re the only one who calls me Miss Brianna,” seeing right into him again.  Now with mirth but a little more serious, “James, is everything all right?  I wasn’t expecting your call until tomorrow.”

“Yeah… you know what, I’m…sorry to bother you, you must be busy, I’ll call back tomorrow at ten,” physically cringing a bit in his chair at how lame that sounded.

“No, if you called it’s important to me James, I’m in the car right now but will be home soon, please call me back in 40 minutes. Ok?

“Ok. 40 minutes, umm bye.”

Sitting curled up on her couch in her comfy sweats with the phone close by,  Bri was still smiling and had been all the way home.  It would have been easy to just stop and see him, but that wasn’t part of her plan for James.  She was determined to go slow and certainly not to scare him away.

She checked caller ID and answered, “Hi, James, right on time.  I must say I like your punctuality and I’m very impressed that you addressed me properly earlier,” teasing him just a bit.

“Thanks, Miss Brianna”

“What can I help you with?”

“You know, a, nothing, I really shouldn’t have bothered you.  I’m sure your swamped with work and everything.”

“James, I’ll never be too busy to take your call or get a quick message to you about talking later.  I’ll always make time for you. Do you understand that James?”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Truly understand?” she stated with a bit more conviction.

“Yes, I definitely understand.”

“Good. So, tell me, still sore from the other night?” she said with a noticeable lilt in her voice that somehow made him more comfortable.

“No, I was a little stiff on Saturday, the marks had faded pretty much by Sunday and it really didn’t hurt at all.”

“Oh good, you’re a quick healer….so tell me James, does that make you a bit nervous that I now know you heal quickly?”

“Well, it does now!” quickly adding, “Miss Brianna” to the end of his statement.

She laughed and said it was alright to dispense with formalities for just now while they were talking, and added,”James let’s make this whole conversation a bit easier for you, let me guess that you are a lot nervous about what you’ve gotten into here, and are wondering what’s next.  Have I come close to guessing how you feel?”

“Pretty darn close.”

“Ok, well as I see it nervous is fine, scared is not. So are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“Excellent, because I like making you just a little nervous James, it makes you so adorable.” Causing him to grin and blush at the same time. Brianna went on to explain to him that if he was ever really scared of something he should say “yellow”, and they would immediately stop to talk about whatever situation they were in.   Likewise, if something was too painful he was to say “pain”, again an immediate halt.

“Now I realize you’ve read a lot of internet stories about what’s supposed to go on in a dominant/submissive lifestyle, and a few may even come close to the real world, but not many. So to ease your mind why don’t I tell you about some of the things that won’t happen with us. James I will never, ever, never embarrass you in front of your family or friends  You have my solemn promise on that.  Also, I don’t do toilet games, bodily functions are between me and me alone.”

James snorted out a laugh, but quickly recovered to say, “I appreciate both of those limits very much.”

“Good. Also add to the list that I’ll never make you suck another man’s cock.”

James was absolutely floored, never having contemplated that possibility. There was a long silent pause.

“James, are you still breathing?”

“Yeah, and your right that will absolutely never happen,” a little louder than intended.

“Settle down, settle down,” she quietly replied, “It isn’t something I’m interested in seeing. See, isn’t it good we’re getting all this information out in the open between us?”

“Yes it is, and really, I swear if you ever try to make…”

“James,” sharply stated, “I just said it would not happen and I don’t go back on my word. Ok?” softer and gentler.

“Ok,” James replied in a much more mollified tone

“James, I fully intend to have a good time being with you, and what will make it really fun for both of us is if you’re  enjoying it too. I won’t promise you’ll love everything, but if you get a sense of accomplishment and completeness from submitting, and I think you will, you’ll find this a terrific time.”

“What makes you sure I’ll like this or will be any good at it.?”

“Well nothing is for certain, but I can already tell you like to make people happy, you also respect coaching and are willing to work for that coach, to get better at whatever task.” Her voice got just a bit sexier as she added,” Admit it James, so far I make you feel that buzz of being turned on. You like being with me and love the anticipation of what might come next.”

“You’re right, you have me hooked so far, and you’re right, I’m still pretty nervous about what you can come up with.”

“See, there you go, admitting you like me is half the battle,” her voice rising in mirth once again, conscious of now trying to keep things light. She went on to explain that things would progress slowly, particularly with her work load. She made him feel how badly she wished she had more time for him over these first few weeks, but would come up with some ideas of how she’d keep him reminded of her. Brianna then turned the conversation to their respective days, the every day normalcy of a couple talking, laughing, and listening to one another. Before both of them realized, an hour had gone by and Bri really wanted to read 5 pages of text one of the junior associates had highlighted as important.

”I’ve really enjoyed our talk tonight James, and we’ll continue this over the next couple of weeks. Now, I still want you to call tomorrow at ten o’clock. Do you have some kind of personal lubricant like KY jelly?”

Totally caught off guard again, he stumbled out a “No, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh, well no problem, stop at store and pick some up tomorrow. I’d go with the large size if I were you. Now when you call tomorrow I’ll be at home so I want you to put me on speaker-phone, lay out a towel in front of your couch, get naked and down on your knees, have the lube ready. Got all that?”

“Yes,” and “wow, I’ve never actually had phone sex before.”

“You’ve never had a girl get you all hot and bothered over the phone?”

“Well, not so I could do something about finishing the job.”

“Oh James,” she chuckled evilly, “you silly,silly boy. Who said anything about you being able to finish? No, I’ve already decided the next time you get to come is the first time we get to shower together,” smiling as she heard him draw a sharp, deep breath.

“Um.. am I allowed to ask when that might happen Miss Brianna?”

“Of couse you can ask.  Let’s see, well I’m due to get my period in a couple of days so definitely this weekend is out, and next week work will be a killer, hmmm…maybe the weekend after this.”

“Uh..ok….Um well…in the meantime I guess I’m not supposed to..”

“Correct James, you’re not allowed to come.”

“Miss Brianna what happens if I ..accidentally can’t hold back.”

“Well, that would be very bad for you James. That would mean a certain punishment, more than likely the belt but with the added bonus of clothes pins involved. You see, that would be a serious infraction in your training. I would not be happy at all, so what I would do is take these cute pink clothes pins I have and use 4 or 5 of them to pinch the skin on your cock.

“Uncomfortable, sure, but bearable. Then I’d beat your ass red James while watching the clothes pins bounce all around. Then the fun would really start because I’ll tie you up and use the end of a riding crop to knock the clothes pins off one at a time. You’d have to stay very still James, I wouldn’t want to miss an catch one of your balls.”

“Miss Brianna, I promise to try and control myself,” with a touch of anguish in his voice

Brianna uncurled to stretch out and rub her hand gently over her mound, “I sure you will. Don’t forget your instructions for tomorrow. Good night, James, sleep well.”

by Lady Julia © 2010

I hear you milling around in the bathroom, surreptitiously attempting to catch a peek at my body as I shower.  Smiling, I wonder if I should pull you into the shower and take you right there, or if I should leave you where you are, wanting and aching.

Taking you.  I’ve never been really good at denying that urge even if I am in the midst of denying your cock any pleasure.

Suddenly, struck by a plan that allows me a bit of both options, (pleasure for me, tease and denial for you), I smile.

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by Shallara (c) 2010
In tribute to Lady Julia
(continued from part nine)

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

“Yes Tim, you thought. There was no maid in here today. Your clothes didn’t go to the cleaners. Now please get them on.”

“What did you agree with Cheryl?” he asked in a timid voice.

Shallara was still battling to come to terms with the new Tim. Gone was the arrogant, self-confident, egotistical male who had walked into her life just a couple of weeks ago.

“Cheryl isn’t here, Tim. And hasn’t been today”

He peered around the pillar and into the sitting room. “Then, where are the ladies from the office? I heard them.” He looked at Ariella accusingly. “You said they saw everything!”

Shallara’s shook her head and smiled. “No Tim, they weren’t here. There was no-one in the apartment all evening except for the three of us….and ….an MP3 with recorded laughter and clapping on it. Now come along, I really think that this time you really do need to leave before we find some other way for you to amuse us. But there is one last thing we need to take care of, because something tells me that we will not be seeing you for a long while to come! Ariella, please fetch Tim’s final account for me; it is sitting on the printer next to my desk.”

The silence was heavy and oppressive as they waited for Ariella to return. Shallara stared straight at Tim, while he hung his head disconsolately, studying his shoes. At last it was handed over to Shallara. “Let’s go over this together, Tim, so we have a perfect agreement,” she suggested, her voice the model of reason.

She stood next to Tim, and pointed at the first item. “Two hours of counseling – no charge. I am waiving our fees for today, Tim, so you should have no hard feelings. Second item: cosmetics and makeup – no charge. Third item: stainless steel chastity device – seven hundred dollars. ”

Tim looked at her sullenly and her response chilled him to the core. “I need to tell you about that chastity device, Tim. It is the best one can get today – the price should tell you that! But there are a couple of things you should keep in mind. Firstly, you do need to keep yourself empty, else prostate problems can occur. You do need to either get milked or find some way to do it to yourself on a regular basis. Secondly, the lock on it is tamper-proof.”

Shallara looked at Ariella who had started to giggle. “Ariella, what’s on your mind?”

Ariella grinned. “I was just having this vision of Tim sitting on top of a counter in a locksmith’s shop, with a white shirt and tie, knees wide apart, while some macho tradesman fiddles between his legs trying to open the lock!”

Shallara suppressed a grin and continued. “I wouldn’t try the locksmith route, Tim. Any fiddling with the lock is likely to result in permanent damage to it, and it is unlikely ever to be opened.”

“So how do I get it unlocked?”, he snapped

“I will tell you in a minute. First I need to do something. Drop your pants, your boxers and bend over!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Tim asked, “Whip me again?”

“No, Tim, just do it! I told you I wouldn’t spank you again unless you asked me to.” Shallara’s voice seemed to have taken on that hypnotic tone again. From somewhere, the sound of Orinoco Flow seemed to start up, and Tim found himself complying.

“Now reach back and spread your cheeks, please Tim.” Shallara gently massaged the small of his back, then pausing for a moment,, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, a tube of lubricant and a small bottle of capsules. Once again, Tim felt his bud being gently massaged, and as he relaxed, a finger gently pushed its way in, and was rapidly withdrawn. Shallara dropped the tube and bottle back into her pockets, and pulled off the gloves with a snap. Holding with them with the tips of her fingers, she disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of hem and wash her hands.

“Thank you Tim, please stand up and get your pants back up. I think we need to finish going through the account. We were talking about the chastity belt, I think?”

She unfolded the section of the statement that had been hidden. Her red nail ran down the account. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly, “here is something that will interest you! Video and chastity key – market rate”

“What do you mean, market rate?” came the immediate and obvious question

Shallara eyes settled on his, and an amused smile twisted her lips. “So Tim, you will agree that we didn’t make any money on this counseling session with you?”. She didn’t pause for an answer. “…so, what I have done, is to list the key and the video we made this afternoon on eBay. You must admit that is a fair way of assessing the market value of these two interesting items? I actually pre-listed them while you were busy with Ariella. I must tell you there is a lot of interest!”

She paused for a moment, and watched for the shock to set it. There was no reaction, so she continued.

“Because we have built up such a warm relationship, Tim, I am going to give you some inside information on how the bidding seems to be going. The ladies in you office were really grateful to me for having made them aware in advance that this might be happening. They seem to have decided that the best way to increase their buying power to win the auction is to create a syndicate, and focus on winning the auction for the key. I must tell you, there has been some brisk bidding from it, as it really is quite a novelty, and the price is rising at an astonishing rate! Why don’t you go home and join the bidding? You could buy your freedom, and you know it is at a market related price.”

Shallara continued, “Now, the video also has some interest to your ladies, but their resources are committed to the key. However, it seems that a few of the adult video makers just love these candid ‘amateur’ videos, and given that this one was of such high quality, there is considerable movement on that price. I must tell you Tim, I am so grateful to you for having signed that waiver and for turning the rights over to me!”

Her eyes shone, as she prepared to wrap up. She thrust the account at Tim. “Tim, I think you need to be leaving now. Ariella and I have some unfinished business to take care of. I need to find out where she misplaced your key, and maybe teach her a lesson about being so careless with such a valuable item.”

Shallara paused. She stood next to Tim, her hands on her waist, the account gripped loosely between the fingers of her right hand. He could smell the perfume wafting off her, but could not get himself to respond to her presence. The bad news just seemed to be coming at him as if from a fire-hose.

Her sultry voice continued, “Before you go, there is just one teeny-weeny bit of information I still need to give you. When you bent over for me a few minutes ago, I may have slipped a glycerin suppository into your bum.” She looked dramatically at her watch. “If I did, and there is no way you will know until the effects do or don’t happen…they usually take about ten minutes to work. If and when it happens, you really don’t want to be caught out in the open!. My advice to you would be leave now without any more argument, and find somewhere private – the effects can be rather dramatic and embarrassing!”

Shallara held the door open for Tim to exit. “….and Tim, you should take the stairs; the elevators seem to take for ever to arrive at this floor.” She watched as he started to walk down the corridor, but start to jog in panic as soon as he thought he was out of her view.

Shallara turned to Ariella. “Come, you little minx! Let’s go and watch the bidding.”

by Matthew © 2010

(continued from part 2b)

Sometime after part two…

I was busy working in my studio. After all the events of the past few weeks it was nice to be able to stop and ‘clear my head’ so to speak. And I DO have my own work to do, don’t I? Things with Susan seemed to be happening quickly…too quickly? I felt myself being inexorably pulled into Susan’s orbit without any chance to pause or reflect on it. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Is there? After all…

When suddenly (is there any other way?) the phone rang…

“Hello…”

“Hello Matthew.”

“Ah, Susan. Hi.” It’s Susan. Just hearing her voice and (as usual) any doubts or misgivings instantly vanish. Once again I am amazed at the power she has over me. Now if I was to really sit down and think about it, I would wonder if this power is something that she has asserted or something that I have given her. Or both? But I’m not going to wonder about that. Because that’s not really important, is it? No. What’s important is how Susan makes me feel when I am able to give her my service. Isn’t that right?

“Are you busy?”

“As a matter of fact…I need to get this illustration done. I’m on a deadline and I have to send it out tomorrow…”

“Well, I just wanted to ask you something…”

“Anything.”

“Well, I just realized that I’ll need to find a lawn service. You know, to mow the lawn, rake leaves. Things like that. I was hoping you could recommend someone.”

“Oh. Well, I’ve seen plenty of people around. But I’ve never dealt with any of them. I mow my lawn myself. I could…I’d be happy to mow for you…”

“Would you? That would be very helpful, Matthew.”

“No problem. be glad to do it.” I just offered to mow her lawn. in perpetuity. Didn’t I? Why did I do that? Oh, I know why…

“Mmmm.” That’s all she said. ‘Mmmm’. Obviously we both knew what Susan meant was: “Yes, I acknowledge that naturally you will be glad to mow my lawn for me,”

“An illustration. is this for work?” Susan asked.

“Yes. Well, it’s for a book, and as I said, I need to send it out tomorrow to meet the deadline. I’m afraid I may be up all night…”

“Hmm. Well I don’t like the idea of you being up all night long. I think I know what you need. I’ll be over in a bit.”

“I…oh…okay…” Huh? What? It’s not Susan’s business how late I stay up, or how I get MY work done. Is it? Is it? But what I said was: “Do you need directions?”

“I’m sure I can find it.”

“I’ll be out in my studio.”

“I’ll see you soon, Matthew.”
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Actually it was originally a greenhouse. And I do do some gardening in there from time to time, but I converted most of the space into a studio. I was hard at work (no, really!) when I heard the crunch of gravel as Susan’s car came up the driveway. I went out to greet her and led her back to my studio.

“…Was originally a greenhouse, but mostly I use it as my studio…”

“Nice and sunny, isn’t it? And you do all your work here…”

“Well, it gets me out of the house…” Ha ha.

“Ha ha! So you still do this by hand?” Susan indicated the current work on my easel. “I thought this was all done on computers now…”

“Yeah, but sometimes I still like to do it the old-fashioned way. There’s nothing like having a brush in your hand…”

“Yes, you are quite handy with a paintbrush, aren’t you, Matthew? Hmm. Interesting.” Susan studied the illustration closely.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmm.” (I’m not sure what Susan meant by that ‘Mmmm.” but I’ll take it…) “It looks like you have quite a bit to go. You said it would probably take all night…”

“Uh…Yeah…”

“Well I think you should be able to finish your work in a timely fashion. I don’t like the idea of you not getting enough rest. After all, you need to be ready in case I call on you to be helpful…”

“Uh…Yeah…” Obviously Susan has a point. I need to be able to help her when she needs me. Don’t I? Because that’s what’s important, right? It’s not right for me to be upset that she can just come over here and tell me how to get my work done. Is it? That’s just me being selfish again. Isn’t that right? And yet…part of me resents that Susan thinks that she can just come over here to my house and take charge of my life. Just like that. But part of me… Well, a lot of me… Doesn’t resent it at all.

“What you need, Matthew, is something to put you in the right frame of mind…”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Something that will help you to concentrate on your work and relax you at the same time.”

“Really? That sounds…good…”

“Oh, it is. I think you will really enjoy it, Matthew.”

“What do I have to do?” (Yes, I chose. What else could I do?)

“First let’s get you changed…”

Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised. Being with Susan means I have to change. My clothes, that is. At this point I realize what’s going on. It seems that every time I am with her I have to take off my clothes and put on what she wants me to wear. And not just any old thing either, is it? She’s doing it deliberately, isn’t she? She’s conditioning me, changing not only my clothes but me. I realize this…I know what’s going on. And yet. Yet…Knowing this, I find myself powerless to stop it. Or, to be honest, there is nothing I WANT to do about it. I WANT this, don’t I? I want to please Susan and make her happy. To be her superhero. To be hers. Because, after all, that’s what’s important. Isn’t that right? Yes it is.

I hadn’t really noticed until now, but Susan had a duffel bag with her. She opened it and pulled out…yet another unitard.

“Here, Matthew, take this.”

It was quite thick and heavy. Much heavier than the various different Lycra unitards Susan has had me wear before. Why…?

“Do you have someplace to change?”

“Um, yes. There’s a small washroom just over there…”

“Good. Why don’t you just slip it on and then I’ll give you a hand…”

“Okay…” So I did. I went into the washroom, took of my grimy sweats and pulled and tugged the thick, shiny black unitard on. Because Susan wanted me to. It was really tight and I felt really compressed and awkward in it, and it wasn’t even zipped up yet… I returned to where Susan waited.

“This is really…tight…”

“Mmmm. This material doesn’t stretch too much. But I like how you look in it. And it will look even better once you lose a few pounds…”

“Ah…” Of course it will…

“Let’s get you zipped up…”

Obediently, I turned around, offering Susan the zipper. She had a bit of trouble getting it going, but slowly the unitard grew even tighter and more form fitting. I even seemed to have a little trouble breathing…I felt really confined and encased, as if…

“Huh?”

“Matthew?”

Susan had finished doing up the zipper but her hands had not left the back of my neck. They were paused, waiting…

“Oh, I…”

“Matthew??”

“Yes.”

I hadn’t noticed when and from where Susan got the padlock, but the sharp ‘click’ told me I wouldn’t be taking the unitard off until Susan unlocked it.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“I…Uh…” I had the strong desire to say, ‘No, thank YOU…’

“And now for the best part…” Susan reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a black helmet which looked like it was made from the same material as the unitard..

“That’s…”

“Yes. Well, it’s a hood. Sort of. It goes with your unitard. It has a lot of interesting features…”

“It looks like a helmet…”

“Mmmm….”

I have no idea what that particular ‘Mmmm’ of Susan’s meant. But I’m about to find out, aren’t I?

“This is the main part of what I was telling you about earlier.”

“What…that can help me concentrate and relax me at the same time…?”

“Exactly…well, if all goes according to plan…”

“I..well….” At this point, I’m feeling a bit…well, maybe more than a bit…nervous. But… What choice do I have, really? “How…?”

“Well, let’s try it on…Okay?”

“I…well…okay…” No. No choice at all, really.

“Thank you, Matthew.” Susan then began to draw the hood over my head. ” As you can see this hood has holes for your eyes. So you can see out. For now..” She had a bit of trouble working the hood down over my head and adjusting it so that the pads on the hood lined up over my ears and mouth.

Wait. Pads? What are they for…?

“There, how’s that?” Susan’s voice seemed oddly muffled.

“OLLFFF” I said. I guess I can’t talk too well wearing this. I nodded my head, that it was okay. If a bit tight…

“Good. let’s do up the zipper….”

“ULGH.” The helmet-hood tightened up even further. Pressing those pads tightly against my ears and mouth. If I didn’t know better… Wait. I think I’ve already established that I don’t know better. Do I? I then felt rather than heard a familiar ‘click’ coming from the back of my neck. Where did that padlock come from?

I was now completely, tightly encased from head to toe in a very tight, very black, form fitting unitard. And locked in. Until Susan lets me out. Until Susan decides to let me out. While I’m in my own house. Well, my own greenhouse. And…I just realized I can’t talk. And I can’t hear too well either. I’m…kind of a prisoner in my own home. Actually, more than kind of. This, this is wrong, isn’t it? But then it should feel wrong. Shouldn’t it? It feels…it feels odd, yes, but also exciting. And kind of right. Because…. Because, well this is what Susan wants. And what is important is…

“I said, can you hear me, Matthew?”

“Mmmph.” I nodded.

“Good. Now we come to the fun part.”

Fun part? Fun for who?

“Now, for the rest of the afternoon, you are no longer Matthew…”

“Mn?” Who am I?

“You have a task to perform. a painting to complete.”

Yes. Okay.

“You will focus on your task. You have nowhere to go. No one to talk to. Those are distractions. You don’t need them…”

Yes…I…

“Now I will give you something to help you relax. It is important that you are relaxed and calm while you are focused and working…”

I…yes…what? What could it be?

Susan then pulled out a small silver object.

“It’s just a little MP3 player. It fits into a little pocket on the back of your hood. and it plugs into the speakers over your ears…”

It’s music? Susan’s going to play me music?

“I put a little relaxation program on it. For you to listen to while you are working. It will help put you in the right frame of mind.”

Music? Relaxation? Program?

Susan then slid the tiny player into its pocket on the back of my head. Then attached the wires. Then I felt the press of her finger…

Waves crashed on the seashore.

The sun was bright and hot, but the breeze was cool. Seagulls called to each other and off in the distance a sailboat chased the horizon. The sand was perfectly warm and there was no one else around. This was the perfect place to set up my easel and paint…

And paint…

The large rock in the harbor is home to the mermaids. They call to me their siren song… Eerily seductive, I long to join them… But I have a task to perform…

And paint…

Up in the mountain meadow the air is crisp and cold. The vistas are awe-inspiring. Breathtaking. I cannot paint them all. But I must try. A Wood Nymph whispers in my ear. I can’t see her but I feel her beside me. She is telling me something. Something Important. I don’t hear her words exactly, but her words are inside me…

And paint…

In the castle the Queen sits on her regal throne, resplendent in her flowing robes. I know this even though I am far, far below her in one of the many workshops. I have an important task to perform. For my Queen. She has sent one of her many Ladies-in-waiting to keep me company. The Lady watches over me as I work. As she watches, she talks to me, but I cannot hear her words. I can’t her her words, but her words are inside me, and I understand. I understand them all…

And paint…

Who am I?

What is important?

I was Matthew.

I am…?

Susan. Susan is important…

And paint…

Service. Service is important…

And paint…

It is dark. I cannot see. There is nothing for me to see. Whispers come from the darkness. They bypass my ears and flow directly into my head. I don’t listen to the whispers, I don’t need to. Her words are inside me and I understand…

Something warm and wet presses against my mouth. Something familiar yet unfamiliar. My head fills with earthy scents and the tastes of meadow and ocean. And I understand…

The roller coaster creaks and shudders as it inches steadily upwards. Tension builds as as the rider creeps slowly but steadily towards the apex. Then at the top, she is weightless for a brief moment before the gut wrenching acceleration pulls her downward towards…

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“Welcome back.”

“I…what? Who…who am I?”

“Who indeed?”

Susan? Mistress was looking down on me, a secret smile on her face. She seemed oddly flushed. As if… As if… That was a dream wasn’t it? What happened? Then I realized that I am down on my knees before her. Down on my knees and somehow, at some point the gag from my hood had been removed without me noticing it. Susan Mistress smoothed her skirt down over her silky legs and a brief familiar memory of recent past flashed through my mind. Was it something I did or just imagined? I’m so confused… It’s so hard to focus…I feel, I feel an overwhelming tightness pressing all over my body. Pressing against me, tugging at me, pulling me down… Down into the swirling darkness…

“You did a good job for me today, my painter. But now you must sleep…”

I fight the tug of the inky blackness all over my body but it’s no use. It is all around me…already covering me…I am already inside it…locked inside it…

Sleep.

The blackness covers my mouth, fills my ears and shades my eyes. It binds my arms and legs. It holds me in a silken embrace which is so impossibly soft yet at the same time so impossibly tight. I cannot escape. I don’t want to escape. The blackness is filled with whispers. With words. But I don’t hear them. I can’t hear them. For her words are already inside me and I understand…

Sleep.

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“Hello, Matthew.”

“Susan?” Mistress?

“Yes. Welcome back…”

“I…what…?” I feel briefly woozy, my head feels very light…the helmet…the hood is gone, when? I’m still wearing the unitard, but not the hood. When did…?

“How do you feel?”

“I feel…I’m okay…” I feel good actually. Really good. Refreshed. And…well..excited…!

Susan smiled down at me, a secret smile (When have I seen it before?) and I realize that I am down on my knees before her…when…when did that happen?

“Good job, Matthew. The painting is very nice. come and see…”

Susan walked over to my easel but I remained where I was, down on my knees. I meant to follow but…it seems my legs just…

“Susan says- Matthew, please come here…”

Immediately I stood and walked over to Susan.

“And now, Susan says- Matthew please kneel.”

I got down on my knees next to Susan. Just…automatically…!

“See what a good job you did, Matthew…”

I looked at the painting. It was finished. It WAS good. Everything I had intended to paint, everything the client wanted was there…How…?

“Didn’t I tell you? That I knew exactly what you needed? Now you’re done in plenty of time…”

“Yes. I…” I don’t know how it was possible for me to have finished the painting so quickly, but…I guess that’s not really important, is it? “Thank you, Susan.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome, Matthew. I’m so glad I could help you. After all, you’ve been SO very helpful to me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I…well, I…like helping you…”

“Oh, it’s more than that, I think. Susan says- Matthew please tell me.”

“I…” Then the words just came out. I couldn’t help it… “I want to be yours. I want–I need to serve you. To give you my service. To…ah…be under your control…”

“Mmmm.”

“What–what’s happening to me?”

“Oh, it’s just a little after effect, of the relaxation program. It will fade after a while. But then it will be reinforced the next time you listen to the program, and every time after that…”

“After…that?”

“Yes. I’ll leave the mp3 player here with you. So you can listen to it whenever you feel like it. And of course, I’ll leave the unitard here too, and the hood. Because they go together. In fact, I think you’ll find that you’ll need to put on the unitard and the hood before you’ll be able to listen to the program. And once you are wearing the unitard you’ll need to listen to the program before you will be able to take it off… And if things go well, there just might be more programs for you to listen to…”

“I…Oh…” This may sound crazy–but right now I have no doubt that everything Susan just said is true.

“Wouldn’t you like to listen to the program again, Matthew? And would you like to have more programs to listen to?”

“I…yes. Yes I would…” Yes. I would.

“Good. Very good. Thank you, Matthew.”

“No, thank YOU.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I’ve got to get going. But I’ll be in touch soon. Again, good job today, Matthew…” Susan headed toward the door.

“Thank…Oh! The unitard…I’m still…” The zipper. Susan forgot about the padlock… I went after her and caught up to her just outside the greenhouse.

“It’s not locked, Matthew. At least not with a padlock. You ought to be able to take it off now…”

I felt amazed and foolish at the same time. I was sure that…it did happen….? I felt around the back of my neck. I could feel the zipper pull but…

“I could have sworn…”

“Mmmm. Oh, there is just one more thing…” Susan came up to me and leaned close, I thought, I hoped she was going to kiss me but she leaned into my ear and whispered something. Something I heard yet didn’t hear… And then she was gone.

I went back into the greenhouse and looked again at the painting. Again I was amazed at how I could have done so much work in such a short period of time. And there was something else, something about the painting that…

That figure…that woman…looks…oddly familiar…doesn’t she?

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It was a struggle, but I was able to get the the tight unitard unzipped and peel it off my body. I had no doubt that I would find myself wearing it again. And soon. The events of the day swirled around my head and I couldn’t help but feel a bit confused by what happened. What did happen? What was with that ‘relaxation’ program anyway? Did I really do what I think I did? And what…what was with that ‘Susan says’? What did that mean? And the padlock that wasn’t there? and the…

I felt like I gave something of myself today…well, other than my service. I felt like I gave Susan something…Something that I can never get back. I think I’ve done that before haven’t I? But…this time it feels different. And….I am eager to do it again…

End Episode 3

by Shallara (c) 2010
In tribute to Lady Julia
(continued from part eight)

* Note: This story contains elements of forced domination that could be upsetting to some readers.

Tim looked up miserably as Ariella returned to the room. He expected her to be followed by Cheryl Stern. This was surely the end of his job and certainly the end of life as he currently enjoyed it. He was surprised to see Ariella was alone.

“It was Cheryl at the door, Lady Shallara. She brought a few of the girls around from the office. She thought we might be able to have a bit of a planning session around the makeup project, and was wondering if she could show the girls some of the video. I though that a preview of the session we did today might be rather fun!”

She grinned in Tim’s direction; he turned red, and then the blood drained from his face. “I took them into the sitting room and suggested the wait there until I had spoken to you. I wasn’t quite sure if you were still planning to call security?”

Shallara rocked back on her heels, and then brought up her hand to her face. She rested her chin on her hand, her long index finger pointing up the side of her cheek. The red nail stood out in sharp relief against her pale skin. She stood there for a few moments thinking, as she looked down at the miserable Tim.

“Ariella, do me favor pet, take Cheryl into my office. I would like to have a word with her in private and see if we can’t work something out. Make the ladies a cup of tea, and then come back and attend to Tim. I want him shaved, milked and caged.” She smiled at the hapless Tim. “I think this may be your lucky break – if you cooperate!”

Moments later, Ariella reappeared. She reached for a carton of wet wipes and handed them across to Tim. “Off with your gown and then wipe yourself with these towelettes. You need to be shiny clean, back and front.”

Tim reached for them, and shrugged off the nylon gown. He felt as if he was living a nightmare, as he stripped the damp towelettes from the pack, and rubbed his pubic area vigorously. Self consciously, he reached forward, and washed between his thighs.

“Bend forward Tammy, I want that bum really clean, and I mean it. Really clean!”. Ariella grimaced, making no pretense at hiding her disgust at the performance taking place in front of her. At last Tim reported in a husky voice that he was finished.

“Right, now hop up unto the little table over there. Lie on your back and get into the diaper position.” He looked at her quizzically. “On your back Tammy, and legs up and spread. Grip your legs from behind your knees. Like a baby who needs its diaper changed…move it!”

It just seemed to get worse and worse for him. With his most intimate parts exposed, Ariella quickly trimmed away the bulk of the hair. As a hairdresser and esthetician, she was in her comfort zone, and she worked fast and efficiently. The wiry hair dropped off onto the table, with a sprinkling falling to the ground.

Ariella turned back to the washbasin, and returned with a warm, wet towel. Dressed in her green scrubs, Tim fantasized for a minute that she was a nurse and that this was a routine procedure. She gently plucked his penis up between her thumb and nail, and wiped his pubic areas down. He felt himself responding, but she dropped him before there could be any further stimulation. She turned back to the basin, and this time reappeared with a razor and can of shaving cream. As he watched, she sprayed the white foam onto his private areas, and gently, but quickly, rubbed it in. In efficient strokes, she slid the safety razor across his pubis, leaving it bald and damp.

He watched as she rinsed the cream off the razor, and returned to tackle the area between his legs. Her touch was gentle, and her concentration intense. There was no longer that sense of mockery hanging in the air. She worked happily, humming melodies from Enya’s “Paint The Sky with Stars” album. As she patted him dry, and sprinkled baby powder over him, his mind began to churn again. The scent from the powder and his undignified pose, evoked thoughts of an unhappy baby having his nappy changed by a caring nanny.

He watched Ariella pull on a pair of tight baby-blue latex gloves, and pick up a tube of ointment. She squeezed a glob of lubricant onto his puckered bottom hole, and gently worked it in with the middle finger of her right hand. It surprised Tim at how pleasant it actually felt, and as her fingers probed deeper and deeper, he relaxed himself to allow her easy entry. Ariella began to rhythmically plunge her finger in and draw it out, and after a few moments, she stopped, reaching into his depths to search for the almond sized gland that held his semen.

She smiled down at him tenderly. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please!” came the husky reply.

“Well, here’s the deal.” She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “I will do it for you, Tammy, but you will have to pay me, and ask for it.”

“How much do you want?”

“Well, let’s see. Fifty dollars would do it for me. A little bit extra spending money! Your wallet is over there on the dressing table. You need to get up, hand me the fifty dollars, and then get on your knees and ask me very nicely to please do it.”

Tim looked stunned.

“Now, Tim, otherwise I am going to call Lady Shallara and tell you that you are not cooperating!”

Tim let go of his knees, and rolled over into a sitting position. He got of the desk, stiff and sore. He padded over to his wallet, extracted the bill, and knelt as instructed. “Ariella, please will you take this in payment to do that thing to me.”

“I beg your pardon, Tim? You want me to do what?”

“Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

“Ok, since you asked so nicely,” came Ariella’s response, “Get onto that table. On your knees, head down, bum high up.”

Tim clambered awkwardly back up unto the desk, watching as Ariella slid a hand held dildo from a long, narrow box. It had a little curve at the one end, ideal for massaging the prostate. She lubed it up. “Reach back and spread your cheeks; you asked for this and you are going to get it!”

He expected the worst with this new tone in her voice, but she was surprising tender. She pushed it against the glistening rose of his hole, and gently eased it in. As he relaxed, she began to slowly and rhythmically push it in and out, carefully angling the dildo to ensure that the prostate was touched with each stroke. Her free hand comfortingly massaged the small of his back.

Tim found himself respond, rocking himself backwards and forwards to match her strokes, moaning and sucking in his breath each time she hit the spot. It almost felt like a masturbatory itch that he just couldn’t get her to scratch enough. The rhythm picked up, and suddenly he felt a set of spasms flutter through his body. A warm stream of milky liquid flowed from his semi-erect member, dropping in a small puddle onto the desk.

He collapsed exhausted, as he felt the artificial phallus being withdrawn. It felt like déjà vue as he watched her clean up and he couldn’t place the thought. But as he watched Ariella, he realized it was just her style, the quick efficient movements of hairdresser cleaning up in a salon after a cut and rinse. He had seen her perform like this in her salon. She quickly wiped off the dildo, and dropped it into a plastic bag for later sterilization. A roll of paper towel, a basin of warm water and dishwasher soap, and the table beneath him was rapidly cleaned.

He sensed Ariella moving behind him, and she reached between his knees from behind to wipe of his penis. But her fiddling didn’t stop; something clicked around the base of his member, and as he looked down in surprise, he watched as she swiftly attached a curved stainless steel tube-like looking attachment to the ring. “It’s a chastity device, Tammy. Not only will you not be able to touch yourself at all, but you will need to sit down to pee!!” Ariella giggled. “I am so, so silly!!! I remember know that Lady Shallara told me she had already taken care of those two issues with hypnosis!!! Oh well, you will now be physically constrained too!”

Ariella playfully swung the key in front of Tim, before dropping it down her cleavage. “You are not going to get that very easily. I am not even sure who I am going to give it to. Cheryl perhaps …. or maybe one of the ladies in your office. Hmmmm…let me think about that for a bit.”

Ariella did a dramatic flourish with her arms. As if to an imaginary audience, she painted a huge circle in the air with arms, and brought her hands together at the end, pointing her two index fingers at Tim’s entrapped member. “And here we have our milk maid – he just made milk!” As if on cue, a shrill set of cat-calls accompanied by cheers and hand clapping came drifting through the walls from the room next door. Tim watched glassy eyed, as Ariella walked over the dressing table and picked up a remote. She aimed it at a TV that was on the wall, and it flickered as it came to life. “Closed circuit TV, Tammy, let’s see what the girls were cheering. You must have given them quite a performance!”

Tim felt the bottom drop out of his world as the screen flickered briefly and then settled on an image of him handing over a cash note to Ariella. His voice came playing back to him loud and clear:” “Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

Tim buried his head in his hands, not daring to look, as the sound from the video droned on remorselessly. He heard his labored breathing, his pleas for more, his whimpers of pleasure, his groan of sexual release.

Tim was still kneeling, looking bemused, when Shallara walked back into the room. “I have a deal worked out for you with Cheryl, Tim. I don’t think I will have to call the security after all.” She gestured at the screen. It had reverted back to a still capture of the moment when the naked, face painted Tim, handed over a fifty dollar bill to Ariella. “….but if we ever do, I suspect we have some rather interesting material for them to view!”

Shallara looked at Tim thoughtfully, wondering how far she could push him, given his fragile state of mind. She toyed with a scenario in her mind where she would ask Tim how he would ever face the office ladies again, never mind the fact that he was their manager. She thought of telling Tim that she had negotiated a position for him with Cheryl at the same company, but as the mailroom clerk. He looked so dejected that she simply could not feel some compassion for him. At last she turned to Ariella. “Get him cleaned up, Ariella, and then let’s go together into the sitting room to meet the others.”

With his face cleaned up, naked except for the ridiculous looking contraption around his cock, Tim followed Shallara out of the room. Ariella brought up the rear, her eyes shiny with excitement. Shallara stopped in the entrance hall, and opened the coat cupboard door. “Your clothes, Tim. Get them on please and you can be out of here.”

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”