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.”

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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.

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I smile as I hear the door to the bathroom open. You cannot resist slipping in and watching me shower, can you? I’m not at all surprised to feel a waft of cool air as you open the glass door and step inside. After all, showering together is one of our favorite things to do.

As you reach out to touch me, I silently hold up my hand to signal that you are to stop. Your brows arch in surprise but you comply.

“I control you now.” Instantly your eyes close and your head drops.

(Read the entire story at The Silken Web).

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Hypnotic Bonds – An Excerpt is a post from: Femdom Fantasies. Authors retain copyright. If you enjoyed this story or have something to add, please leave a comment. Remember, feedback typically encourages writers to write more ;)

We connected frequently online. Goddess Vivienne is a very experienced Mistress. There was no doubt, from our conversations online that she was expert at controlling her submissives. Our chats went for hours, lasting long into the night. It’s common on CB to say you know someone from “the inside out.” I felt that way about Goddess Vivienne. We connected over the span of many months.

I learned much about my need to be submissive and to be controlled by a powerful woman. We had many “scenes” online. I followed her directions exactly and reported the results and my feelings to her. I wondered if we would ever meet in person and for me to be allowed the honor of serving her.

Although we had never met, or even spoken to each other by phone, we did live relatively close to each other. It was knowing how close we were in reality that made the anonymity of connecting online that much more exciting.

From the start, I harbored thoughts of serving Goddess Vivienne in person. To be able to see her standing in front of me, while I kneeled to serve her as She saw fit.

As I usually do, I logged onto the system first thing in the morning to check my email and sometimes to see who might be up early enough to be lurking on one of the CB channels. As I logged on, I could see the message flash that “Mail is waiting.” I typed the commands to get into the mail system and found “One message waiting.” The message was short but filled the screen.

_slave…

The time has come for you to prove your ability to serve me. I will allow you the honor of serving in my “clinic.” You will follow my instructions precisely. Any deviation from my explicit directions will result in immediate and irrevocable dismissal. You may NEVER have another opportunity to meet or serve me.

I will meet you this evening at the Hotel Washington. you will have no difficulty in identifying me, as I will be in the hotel’s bar, wearing a red carnation in my hair with long fingernails to match. I will have no difficulty in identifying you, because at precisely 6 PM you will be the man on his knees, kissing and licking my high heeled shoes. You will continue until told explicitly to stop. You will not utter a word unless asked a question or told to speak.

You will wear regular street clothes, but will wear no underwear. You will have your large butt plug inserted.

Goddess Vivienne_

My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach. Could this be true? Is she really allowing me the honor and priviledge of meeting her. The thought was at the same time, frightening, daunting and very exciting. Isn’t this what I’ve wanted all along, but, will I be the slave I am in my fantasies. Certainly the pain and discomfort I’ve experienced at her hand online could not compare to what I will experience with her in person. I had the day to think about it.

My productivity at work that day was clearly not up to par. My concentration was non-existent. I could think of nothing but what lay in store for me that evening. I would finally be meeting my Goddess and experiencing, first hand, her expert domination skills.

Throughout the day, I thought about the scene that awaited me. The timing, it appeared, was selected for maximum humiliation, Happy Hour! How would I be able to get on my knees in a room full of people to kiss my Goddess’ shoes? How long would she keep me there? There was little doubt I would find the courage to do it, to experience a meeting with Goddess Vivienne. Will it really be that easy to find her in such a crowded room? What if by chance there were more than two women wearing red flowers in their hair? Long red fingernails aren’t THAT uncommon among professional women. What would I do? What did she have in mind to do with/to me? Would I actually be given the opportunity to see and serve in her “clinic?” These thoughts, and more, swirled around my head all day. I could think of nothing else.

Just before I left to go to the hotel I retrieved the butt plug I had been instructed to keep available in my office by Goddess Vivienne. Many times, after meeting her online during the day, I was instructed to insert the plug and keep it in throughout the day, usually until we can meet again online in the evening. I used a small bit of lube to insert the plug while in the bathroom. The plug is large enough to cause considerable discomfort when being inserted but I tolerate it pretty well once it is in. When inserted, it is a constant reminder of my submissive status.

I drove the short distance to the hotel, parked, and entered the hotel bar at about 5:45PM. The bar was full with its usual happy hour crowd. I surveyed the room looking for the woman with the red carnation in her hair and equally red long fingernails. My heart almost came through my chest as I spotted a red carnation in blond hair at the bar. I was thankful that I could only find one flower in the crowd. I stood and looked closely to see if I could spy the trademark long, red fingernails. Suddenly, she raised her glass to her lips and her magnificent nails came into view. She was everything I had imagined her to be. She was wearing a flowing flowered silk dress, almost conservative. There was nothing very revealing about her dress but it was clearly one of the more beautiful dresses in the room. Even from my distant viewpoint, I could sense her elegant, aristocratic aura. She may not have been the most beautiful woman in the room but she certainly had the greatest “presence.” That feeling that fills a room when you can’t mistake the fact that someone is there. Some call it charisma, some call it aura, but whatever it is, it is unmistakable.

I glanced at my watch and it was 5:50. I still had 10 minutes to think about meeting her. I was to kneel at her feet and kiss her shoes. I spotted the shoes I was to kiss. They were classic black pumps with what appeared to be 4 inch heels. While I had certainly performed this subservient task before, I had never done so in a public place. Never in front of strangers. I didn’t have a lot of time to think about what would happen, it was already very close to 6PM.

My heart beat faster and harder as I made my way across the room. She was sipping a drink and looking out at the crowd at no one in particular. My digital watch said 5:59 as I stood in front of her and caught her eye. Without looking around, or trying to think about what any of the other customers would think, I dropped to my knees and took her right shoe in my hands. I kissed the toe of the shoe and licked along the sides to the heel. As I reached the heel, I looked up to see her looking at me with a satisfied smile on her lips. I continued to lick the shoe and took the heel into my mouth and sucked on it. I avoided looking at anyone and focused on my task, hoping to please my Goddess. Silently, she moved her left foot into a position that made it apparent she expected me to do the same thing to that one before I would be allowed any recognition by her. I performed the same submissive task on her left shoe. When the heel was being sucked she said one word, “up.” I released her foot and immediately stood up in front of her. She looked into my eyes with a smile and spoke the words I longed to hear, “very good slave.”

She got up from her stool at the bar and started to walk to an empty table in the back of the room. As she turned towards the table, she looked down on the floor at a leather carrying bag and said, “My bag.” It was instinct that made me understand that she expected me to pick up the bag and follow her to the table.

“Sit,” she said, as we reached the table. She immediately explained that she expected me to come to H\her “clinic,” but that I would have to do something before we could leave. I was to drink 5 glasses of water. By my estimation, it probably amounted to about 2 liters of water. She said the sooner I finished the water the sooner we could leave and get on with the evening’s activities.

While we sat and I drank the water, I felt increasingly uncomfortable as the water filled my stomach and the butt plug irritated my ass. We made small talk while she waited for me to finish, occasionally glancing at her nails, inspecting them, almost admiring them. As soon as I had gulped the last of the water, she rose from the table and said, “Follow me.” Glancing at the bag I had put on the floor, it was obvious I was to carry it out.

We walked through the room to the exit. I couldn’t help but notice some of the looks we received as I walked behind her. We walked across the parking lot to the far corner where she parked her red Mercedes 280 sports car. As she reached the car, she stopped and turned to face me. Reaching for the bag I was carrying she took it and opened it up. Without saying anything, she reached in and retrieved two leather cuffs which she fastened around my wrists. Next, she took out a leather collar, about 2 inches wide and fastened it around my neck. The collar had a number of “D” rings attached around it. She told me to put my hands behind my neck and, with small padlocks, locked the wrist cuffs to the “D” rings on the collar. She told me it was important that I be blindfolded while on the way to her clinic. A full leather hood was placed over my head and secured in the back and around the neck. “Now,” she said, “get into the car.” I heard her open the door and guide me into the passenger’s seat. It was a bit awkward, but I managed to sit comfortably into the seat, as comfortable as I could bound the way I was and with a butt plug.

The trip to her clinic was uneventful. She said very little. My heart continued to beat harder and faster as I thought about what awaited me in her clinic. The trip could not have been longer than about 20 minutes. I had no idea which direction from the hotel she went or where I might be. The car stopped and I could hear and feel her get out and come around to my side of the car. The door was opened and she said, “Out!” I struggled to my feet with a bit of support from her. She grabbed my extended elbow and led me up a few steps through a door. Once inside we walked a bit turning here and there as I sensed we were going through some doors. All at once we stopped.

She released my elbow and moved behind me to unfasten my hands from the collar. She removed the hood. I stood in the middle of a “white” room. Everything in the room was white. I quickly looked around to see what I could identify as bondage equipment, but unlike other “dungeons” I had been in, everything in this room was white. While it had the same feeling of a “dungeon” the whiteness of the room gave it a very special quality. Differences in the room were identified as differences in texture. The lighting created special effects with the shadows. Before I could do or think of anything, I heard the command, “Strip! Put your clothes on that hook,” as She pointed to a hook on the far wall of the room. As I began to take off my shirt and pants, she left the room. It only took a few seconds to be naked and standing in the middle of Goddess’ room. I stood in the middle, in the position I had been instructed to assume, legs spread shoulder width, hands behind my neck, eyes cast down to the floor. It seemed like hours before Goddess Vivienne entered the room again. She had changed her attire. She was dressed to contrast completely with the room I had desired to be in for so long. She was wearing a black corset with garters attached to black seamed stockings and continued to wear the black high heeled pumps I had so devotingly kissed and licked just minutes before. The sight of her made my cock stand up immediately. She did not let this go unnoticed, as she said, “Mmmm…so you must be pleased with my clinic!” It was not a direct question so I maintained my silence.

She walked around me, inspecting her slave. My hands were fastened to the collar again. I heard her say, “No sense in wasting time, lets get started. I like to see my slaves in dilemmas. That’s what we’re going to do today. I’d like to see how you deal with this dilemma.” It was about this time, that I began to notice the pressure building in my bladder. She had given me no indication or opportunity to ask to be allowed to urinate and I knew better than to talk without explicit instructions. I would have to hold it until she allowed me the opportunity to talk to her.

She moved me to a pole in the middle of the room. She walked over to one of the walls and retrieved a number of items I could not identify. She knelt down beside me and put leather cuffs, similar to those on my wrists around my ankles. Using padlocks, she fastened the cuffs to rings in the floor, securing my legs in position, separated about 3 feet. Next, she went behind me and grabbed my balls around the top of my scrotum. She gave them a firm pull which made me moan. Because of her instructions not to cum for the last week, my balls were very full and achy. I felt her fasten a parachute ball stretcher to the top of my scrotum. It pinched my skin a little but I knew it was on firmly when she pulled on the ring attached to the chains.

Going to the other wall she obtained a number of other items and returned to stand behind me. I felt her reach to touch the butt plug and heard her say, “Very good.” The butt plug was removed, not too gently and immediately replaced with another one about the same size. I heard the sound of her squeezing a rubber bulb and immediately felt the butt plug expand in my ass. She continued to pump it up until I thought it would explode in my ass, but she stopped just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. She continued to make arrangements behind me. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but I knew it had something to do with the pole behind me. In my peripheral vision, I could see her hanging a rubber bag on the pole. The tube coming out of the bag had some kind of device on it with a wire coming out of it. The tube was attached to the butt plug firmly in place in my ass. She reached down and connected something, a chain or rope, to the ring on the parachute harness and attached the wire to a device on the rope. Suddenly, I felt a strong pulling on my balls. The pull grew stronger and stronger until I was forced to bend my knees in a crouch position to keep my balls from being pulled from my body, or so I thought. The pull on my balls continued as she fastened the rope to a ring in the floor directly beneath my balls and between the rings fastening my feet to the floor. As she released the rope attached to my balls the pull on them stopped and I realized that a warm fluid was filling my ass. She stood and came to my front. Looking me in the eyes, she told me that I could stop the flow of liquid into my ass by simply pulling the rope on my balls. So, that was the dilemma she mentioned. I could receive an enema or punish my balls. The force required to keep the liquid from flowing was significant. The position I was in did not allow me to stand up fully, so I had to maintain a semi-crouched position.

Goddess Vivienne stood in front of me and began to feel my stomach just above my cock. “Mmmm…a bit loated?…Arent’ we?” “Yes, Mistress,” I answered. “I’ll allow you to empty your bladder when your ass if full!”

She then left the room and left me to my dilemma. My bladder was beginning to hurt. I couldn’t make up my mind if it was better to be pulling on my balls, or to have the enema. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized I needed desperately to urinate and succumbed to the full enema by crouching down and releasing the tension on my balls. My stomach filled up immediately with the enema. I began to have cramps. I pulled on my balls to stop the flow but it did no good. It was done. I had retained all the fluid. I felt completely full between my bladder and the enema.

Goddess returned to the room to find the enema bag empty. She told me how pleased she was that I accepted it so well. I watched as she walked over to a rack filled with various whips and paddles. She selected a crop and returned to stand behind me. She spoke into my ear saying, “You’ve done very well. I will now reward you with a cropping. After you’ve received 20 lashes from my crop, I will allow you to empty yourself. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “You will count each stroke as it is delivered. Any miscount will result in me starting from the beginning.”

She began to strike me in earnest as I counted each stroke. The combination of being full of liquid from both sides and the pull on my balls every time I jumped from the strokes was more punishment than I had ever experienced before.

When the final stroke had been delivered, she stroked my ass and told me how well I had received my punishment. She knelt down to release my bonds from the floor rings and pointed to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I emptied my body into the toilet. My ass was hot from the whipping but the feeling of release was great.

When I was done, I returned to find her sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. On the floor in front of her lay a mirror. She told me to kneel in front of her with the mirror between my legs. She then asked me if I wanted the privilege of cumming. I replied if it was her pleasure I would very much like to cum.

She released my right hand from my collar and told me to hold it out. As I did, she filled my palm with Ben Gay. “OK…you may masturbate until you cum…but…you must cum on the mirror.”

I began to stroke my cock. I felt the heat of the Ben Gay as it entered the pores of my cock. It only took a few seconds for me to cum in large spurts onto the mirror.

I looked up and saw her smiling. “Very good, slave. You may now lick up your mess.” As I bent down to lick up my cum, I could feel the heat in my cock build. Watching myself lick my own cum I thought of the humiliation of licking my Mistress’ shoes in the bar and now licking my cum in front of her.

When I was done, she released all my bonds and told me to get dressed. The hood was again placed over my head and I was led again to her car and driven back to the hotel.

After parking in the same area of the parking lot, She reached over, and released me from the hood.

“Good nite, slave,” she said, “I’ll be in touch!”

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My Dilemma is a post from: Femdom Fantasies. Authors retain copyright. If you enjoyed this story or have something to add, please leave a comment. Remember, feedback typically encourages writers to write more ;)

She had mentioned that we would be having an unique evening together this evening, but she never really quite explained what unique was to entail. It was about mid afternoon when she had made that proclamation and as she was doing so, her eyes lit up with that very special bratty look that I have come to enjoy.

“Now my pet, I have a special treat for you before we begin this adventure.”

With those words she then shows me a some type of leather restraint and has a very big grin on her face, as I mentioned.

“Now pet, you will slip this cock ring on. Do it now, so I can observe and see how the leather straps secure and bind you…just for me. Mmmmmmmmmm…”

As she sat down, I took the cock ring and gazed at it monetarily. I then slipped the ring around my cock and then secured the leather straps around my balls. After I felt it was secured, I presented myself to for her inspection.”

“This looks very nice on you pet. I so love how the black leather contrasts with your pale skin tones. Very lovely contrast, if I do say so myself.”

She then slips her fingers between the leather straps and my skin, slipping them along the underside. Then she whispers very seductively.

“You may tighten the straps another notch pet. I desire that you be completely aware of this restraint whether you are aroused or not. I want you to feel the sensitivity of your balls. I want to know that I own you…and that I control you…completely. That is what you want, isn’t it my pet?”

“Yes Mistress…completely,” I softly whimper.

I then loosen the straps and then tighten them an additional notch. As I do so, I can feel them securing my balls, very completely. Not excessively tight, yet to the point where I can feel the restraints tightening against my skin. After I have the device secured, I again proceed to present myself to her.

Then she slips a finger inside the straps, and notes the fit is much more secure, which causes her to smile a wicked grin.

“Excellent my pet,” she whispers. You have pleased me very well. For the remainder of the day, you will wear this device, and you will enjoy both the pain and the pleasure that it will give you.”

She then notes the look of question in my eyes. The device is only a ring and a couple straps. How is this going to cause me both pain and pleasure. Then she takes her long, feminine, red nails and begins to instruct me.

“Feel how sensitive your balls become dear, as I stroke them with my sexy, red nails. They are so firm being held together…and oh so very sensitive to the touch. So amazing how that occurs. Then while I caress your balls and seductively whisper like this, I know you cannot resist becoming aroused. It’s so easy to become aroused for me, my pet, as I control you. You are here to please me and pleasure me. Yes pet…that’s right…feel yourself expanding into the cock ring. To the point where you fill the ring completely, yet your arousal continues to build…and grow.”

“Awwwwwwwwww…poor pet. I bet that ring is now biting into your very erect cock, causing you some discomfort. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…and all for me. Yes, excellent my pet. As this is how I intend to keep you for the remainder of the evening, aroused at my whim, yet helpless to do anything about it. Oh did I fail to mention that the ring makes it very difficult to orgasm as well pet? It seems that with the ring wrapped around you like that, it just won’t allow you expand completely…or come… without extreme effort. So I know we will have an enjoyable remainder of the day my pet. Now draw me a bath and call me when it is ready dear.”

“Yes Mistress” I immediately respond.

I proceed to leave while my cock, I mean her cock, is thrusting straight ahead like a guide. The ring biting into it…yet feeling so pleasurable. I add her favorite oils and fragrances to the bath water and adjust the temperature to her liking. When the tub is full, I announce that her bath is awaiting her.

She appears in the bath, wearing only her lacy, black panties. I can see the bratty look again beginning to appear in her eyes, as she knows precisely the reaction she is going to obtain. She is beautiful and the sight of her causes me to grow and expand again, into the restraints of the cock ring. She smiles a knowing smile as she simultaneously watches my cock…and my frustration slowly begin to build. She then runs her red covered index finger along her pet’s cock.

“Such a “good boy” you are my pet.”

I immediately feel a wave of pleasure rush through me, as my hypnotic trigger takes control, and I become lost in her whispers. The pleasure so sensual…wave…after wave. Followed by the knowing tightness of the restraint. Pain and pleasure combined. Mistress is so good to me.

“Now pet, you may go. I wish for privacy during this bath so I may become lost in the relaxing bubbles and in the very pleasurable thoughts about our plans for the evening. You may leave until I am finished here. Of course it goes without saying, you may not touch yourself. Now be gone!!”

With that I exit the bath as I hear her adjust the CD player to some of her favorite music. I leave her to her wishes….my arousal still pointing the way. I am so completely hers…completely.

After what seems to be an eternity, she beckons me to return to the bath, this time to assist her from the tub and to towel her dry. I take one of the thick, soft towels and gently begin to pat her body. The towel absorbing all of the moisture beads while my eyes absorb her lush body completely.

While drying, I occasionally place butterfly kisses along her skin…along her neck and shoulders…and then down her back as I slowly slide down her body. The kissing and the toweling continuing until I am kneeling at her feet, toweling her sexy red toes dry and then kissing them very sensually as well.

“Excellent job my pet. You are a quick learner. I may just have to retain for future consideration.”

“Thank you Mistress” I reply. “You know I solely desire to please you.”

With that she smiles and runs her fingers through my hair.

“Such a good boy” she whispers…..as I melt away…again. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…

“Now my little pet, you will continue to drift and float here so peacefully until I return. You know it feels so good to please me pet. So very good. Such a good boy.” she whispers as she leaves.

I am really not certain how long I have remained kneeling here. There are no thoughts floating through my mind, only her instructions to remain here…for her. That is my only thought and desire…to please and obey her.

After some time has passed, I take in her fragrance again. It’s so feminine and sensual as the scent infiltrates my thoughts and my mind. I know she has returned, as I feel her finger grazing down my cheek and coming to rest upon my chin, while applying a slight upward pressure to my chin.

“Gaze at me pet. Look deep into my eyes.”

As my eyes slowly open, they immediately focus on her, becoming lost in her deep, brown eyes. I notice her smile at me so sweetly. Then she whispers to me…

“This evening will be a very special evening my pet. This evening I will control you…dominate you. You realize this is what we both desire…and what we both have been waiting for. Now pet, as you lower your gaze, you will take in my attire completely. You will drink in every inch of me, as you savor this very special moment. When your gaze meets my sexy red toes, you will worship them…completely. That is where you belong my pet…at my feet.”

My gaze slowly slips down from her eyes. She is wearing a very alluring black leather halter top. It ties together with leather closures…and exposes her cleavage as well as some of her chest. The top ends just above her hips. I hear myself softly moan.

“Yes pet…very good. Drink in every inch of my attire…and of me. Mmmmmmmm..”

As my gaze slips down even lower, she is wearing a short, black leather skirt, which complements the leather halter perfectly. The skirt ends well above her knees, as my gaze continues to slowly slide down her body.

“Such a good boy. Continuing down my pet. Gaze at my legs.. My sensitive insteps. Notice the thin black leather straps along my sandals, which are sensually encasing my lovely feet. Drawing you in so easily my pet. Deeper and deeper…Mmmmmmmmmmm.. ”

As I listen to her voice guiding me so easily down her legs towards her feet, my eyes lock on the sexy open toes sandals she is wearing. The thin straps wrapping around her ankles as I instinctively lean over to kiss them. My lips kissing her sexy right ankle… licking the thin leather straps as my kisses slowly slip down towards her toes. Kissing and licking each toe very lovingly. My vision being completely consumed by her red toes. As my lips and tongue tenderly wrap around each toe, I hear Mistress softly release a very content sigh. She then moves her foot ever so slightly, so that my lips may worship the sexy heel of her sandal as well, as the heel gradually slides between my lips.

I then turn my attention towards her left foot. This time I begin by sucking on her red toes. Taking each one and wrapping my lips and tongue around and around, bathing them completely in my adoration. My lips then slowly move along her foot, placing tender, loving kisses on the top of her foot, between the black leather straps.

Then my lips and tongue linger upon her very sensitive left instep. I hear her sigh so very contently as my tongue licks so sensually along her sensitive instep, followed by kisses along the black straps that are encompassing her ankle.

“Yes my pet, that is this is definitely where you belong…on your knees…pleasing me. However pet, place your hand within mine…and rise and follow me as we still have so much more to explore this evening. As we walk towards the bedroom, take in the scent from the supple leather that is caressing my body pet. The leather feels so soft…so sensual…so very arousing…Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

In a few moments, we are in her bedroom. She instructs me to lie down on her bed. As I do, I notice all of her toys are laid out neatly along side of the bed. My mind is racing, yet so slow, all I can do is take in the images, not really thinking about what is to come. As I settle in comfortably, she walks along the side of the bed, and retrieves a black leather blindfold…and slips it over my eyes, throwing me immediately into complete darkness.

“Mmmmmmmmm.. I so love using a blindfold pet, as it causes all of the other senses to intensify. It also creates a feeling of not having control and not knowing what may occur next. The blindfold causes you to focus even more intently on me…and the feelings that I create deep within you. The leather scent from the blindfold filling your mind with the thoughts of the soft leather that is caressing my body. The leather that you can no longer see. Mmmmmmmm…”

She then runs hers long red nails over my skin, causing me to shudder ever so slightly. She then runs her nails over my cock, and I can feel it twitch and attempt to expand even more, while the cock ring continues to bite into it even deeper.

“Just like that pet. Mmmmmmmmmmm…no control at all. Completely here to surrender to my needs…to my desires. Aren’t you my pet?”

“Yes Mistress,” I somehow manage to reply.

“Excellent my dear. Now let us continue, as you slip deeper into my control. Now extend your right arm towards me pet. Yes, very good. Now feel the red silk scarf as it caresses your wrist as I secure your arm to this corner of the bed.. I so love using silk as it’s so very sensual…so very erotic…and so very strong. Now pet, your other arm please…as I drape the silk and secure it as well.”

“Extend your right leg now love. Good boy…mmmmmmmmmm. Feel the pleasure washing through you pet. Silky pleasure from the scarves and the pleasure knowing that you are pleasing me greatly. Finally, your left leg, as the silky restraints are secured. Try as you might, you are not going anywhere little one. You are now completely mine. Mmmmmmmm..”

I can hear her talking, as well as securing the devices, but I also sense myself slipping towards subspace. I know it’s so early to be happening…yet she knows exactly what buttons to push to send me there so easily…and she knows I will not resist.

“Now for my next treat pet,” she softly intones.

Then I feel her leaning over me. The sensual leather top caressing my bare chest. The feelings are incredible. Then I feel something cold being draped along my chest. I shudder ever so slightly.

“Oh you feel the chill dear one? Let me take your mind off that.”

In a moment I feel her lips and her tongue upon my left nipple. A sudden wave of pleasure consumes me, as I release a soft sigh, which then changes to a moan as I sense her teeth biting down on my nipple. All the while I feel my nipple becoming stiffer and stiffer. Then I feel the coolness again….as I moan loudly as I feel a clamp being applied to my left nipple.

“Oh my pet is feeling some distress. Let me take care of that pet. I have just the right solution for that problem.”

With those words she then begins to lick and suck on my right nipple. This time she is much more teasing with her tongue, as she slides it over the very sensitive tip of my nipple. By then my thoughts had slipped away again to pleasure…and she applied the other nipple clamp, again sending me into that painful pleasure mode. She then pulls the chain that evidently connects both clamps, and I again moan in pain.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…you sound delightful pet. I so enjoy both pain and pleasure. Of course the pain is all yours…and the pleasure is all mine. Now let’s see…what shall we do next. Yes…I know”

I hear her move about a bit…then quiet fills the room. I know she is close by…but my thoughts are still focused on my nipples returning to a normal, dull throbbing state. Then I feel something across my shoulder.

“You like my flogger pet?” This is a new one that I purchased just for you. I wish you could see the strands of suede. They are a very deep shade of blue…that would match your eyes…if they were open.”

With those words, she giggles and proceeded to use the flogger along my shoulders…dandling it over my chest…stroking the inside of my thighs…and spinning it along the top of my cock…as I feel it twitch to the strokes.

“I so enjoy a flogger. The strokes can be so soft and sensual…or firm and controlling…all at my whim. And this is all about my pleasure pet. I know you are still here with me…barely. Just knowing you are pleasing your Mistress…pleases you deeply. Such a very good boy you are. Mmmmmmmmmmmm..”

Mistress seemingly stops with the flogger and I hear her moving some items around. Then I sense the chain on the nipple clamps being tugged…firmly…as I moan. Then she runs her nails over my cock…causing it to twitch…and shake.

“Just pain and pleasure my pet. No thoughts…Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

I begin to feel something very soft caressing my skin. Very furry and warm. Mistress is saying nothing, yet caressing my cheeks…my arms…my legs. My reactions are soft sighs of pleasure. Still no words…but being so good. So lost here in this moment.

Eventually, the soothing caresses cease. The room grows silent again. Earlier I would have thought about what she may be doing…yet now my mind is so empty. Floating here in these sensations. Then I feel the bed move…and feel warmth upon me…as she is straddling over me. Very slowly she settles down upon my, rigid cock as it nestles deep inside her wet sex, as she settles down atop me.

“Remember pet…your pain…is my pleasure..” as Mistress tugs on the chain connecting the clamps…then shifts her body just slightly causing pleasurable feelings.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm pet. You feel so good when your cock twitches like that so deeply within me. I bet that cock ring is biting in so firmly now pet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…that must be the ultimate in pain and pleasure dear, as it feels so pleasurable to me.”

“I’m thinking you wish you could see me here pet…sitting upon your chest. My body caressed by the supple, black leather. The look of desire upon my face. Feel my heat and wetness as I shift…and slip up…and then down upon you pet. Controlling you completely. Your cock so hard…my pussy so wet. Pleasing your Mistress. Mmmmmmmm..”

She then tugs upon the nipple clamp chain…causing another wave of pain to wash through me.

“Mmmmmmmmmm…I so love that control pet. Feel me slipping along your cock…a bit faster….as my breathing is becoming more erratic. I know you can sense that pet. My pleasure increasing. Now pet, you will NOT come pet. You will please me completely like the “good boy” you are. Yes…enjoy those feelings pet. Now meet my thrusts pet….faster….deeper…harder. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…pet. feels soooooooooooooooooo good. Coming…..please me pet… NOW!!!”

I can feel her sliding up and down my cock…faster and faster. Then I heard my phrase…and don’t recall much else as her pleasurable words consumed me again. Thrusting harder…deeper…pleasing her. Mmmmmmmmmmm…

I sense her slump down along side me. I wish I could wrap my arms around her and hold her so close. I still sense my cock within her…still so hard…so wet. Her breathing slowly stabilized and soon she began to move ever so slightly, sliding off me and snuggling next to me.

I sense her finger caressing my cheek. then slowly slipping under the blindfold.

“Slowly becoming accustomed to the light my pet. Feeling so good…waking so easily.”

She then softly kissed me. My eyes opened….and gazed at her…so beautiful her along side of me. Our lips meshed longingly. The sense of pleasing her filling me completely.

Then I realized my wrists and legs were no longer restrained. There were no nipple clamps attached to me. As a matter of fact, everything is still precisely where it was when we began. She smiled a very knowing smile at me.

“Thank you Mistress” I whispered…and wrapped myself close to her, still not quite certain if I had just dreamed these events…or had they actually happened. It appears only she knows….and she’s not sharing.

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The warmth from the fire coupled with the peaty pure malt whisky was having a soporific effect on him. He felt mesmerized by the flames dancing across the top of the burning log in the hearth, and Lady J’s soothing words seemed to be dropping him deeper and deeper into a warm comfortable and very private space. Vivalid’s Four Seasons played harmoniously in the background, creating an erotic ambiance. It was so cozy sitting on the couch next to her, her delicate fingers massaging that spot on the back of his hand, painted nails tracing a pattern of red against white.

“Deeper down, down deeper”, she hushed. “Tonight you are going to perform for me and excite me. You are going to be my orchestra and puppet dancer, and I am going to be your conductor, musician and audience. You are going to long to please me, excite and thrill me, show off your talents”

“To do that, we will need you to change into your performer’s attire – no clothes will be best! And what dancer doesn’t have their finger and toe nails painted – a bright red will do best I think! Raise your arms, pet and let’s tie them to those velvet ropes hanging from the rafters. Up on your toes, for tonight you will swing like a puppet. But first a warm up”

The leather strap swung lazily across his buttocks, leaving a broad red stripe. He shifted on his toes uncomfortably, as stroke after stroke burnished his glowing behind. Glowing red in the firelight, warm from the hearth and fiery from the strokes, he began to hum in pain. It was the first kiss of the cane that made him kick his legs up. Swinging wildly as Lady J picked up the rhythm and began to stripe the glowing flesh. Candy stripe welts sprung up, as her conductor’s rod beat the rhythm across his flesh. As he spun wildly on his strings, he glimpsed her flushed face. Her hands held the rod delicately in her fingers, her red nails picked out in a startling red white pattern against the lightly grasped ash white cane. Swish, swish, swish as she flicked the gyrating thighs and bottom, painting a pattern of stripes and exquisite agony.

“And now for the choral, my little Puppet”, she cooed, her mellifluous voice starting to get husky with sexual excitement. Her finger danced a light waltz across his engorged organ, teasing and denying release. A pair of nails reached up to pinch his erect nipples, causing exquisite agony, and a song of pain and pleasure to sing from his open mouth.

With a shudder he reached a climax and slumped down, help up only by the ropes around his wrists

“…and when I reach 3, you will be wide awake and feel refreshed and energized”

He opened his eyes, and looked into Lady J’s eyes, amazed to find he was still dressed. But a telling bulge and damp spot on his trousers drew an amused raised eyebrow from the Lady he adored.

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He caught a glimpse of movement in the outer office and smiled. The new secretary was here. He’d managed to drive three away this month, and new the pussies in the Office Pool were betting against four. Even the Bad Boy of Wall Street had limits. But then, he’d never have reached where he was if he’d played the Game safely…

The papers hit the desk with a thunk and slipped into a messy slide. The woman didn’t bother to look up, just continued to unpack small items into a drawer. He scowled and immediately escalated. “I need these corrections in an hour. Nice tits.” He turned and started back to his office, feeling warm. It was more sporting to give them a Warning Shot about how it would be. He heard the squeak of the chair behind him and heels tapping toward the door. Stopping, he turned his head in surprise. He’d won already? Yes, she was heading toward the
door!

“Well that was fast. Have your replacem-”

“I,” she said in a low but firm voice, “am a Lady, and am heading to the Lady’s Room.” She turned and fixed him with cool hazel eyes, looking him up and down. “Are you really to simple to think that a temper tantrum would upset me? Silly Boy.” Dumbfounded, he watched her walk out, absently noting she certainly had a nice ass too…

He stormed out an hour later. “Where the hell is that Prospectus?”

She pointed to the messy stack still sitting where he’d thrown it.

“What the fuck are you thinking? I’ll have you fired,” he blustered.

He faltered as she leaned back and crossed her legs, looking bored but polite.

“Are you done? I’m waiting for you to clean up your mess. You really didn’t think I’d accept it like that, did you? I’m here to support you.”

He stared in disbelief, his mind raging at her gall.

“And yes, I do have nice breasts. Full, still firm, very good for my age.” His eyes were drawn helplessly to her cleavage like to a magnet. He couldn’t BELIEVE this chick! “And they’re being cupped by a satin bra, with a red heart over each nipple. I love the way it feels. Can you imagine how they look, how they feel? If you’re a Good Boy, perhaps someday you might earn the right to see them.”

He blinked his mind a sudden blank as her works made him picture her breasts.

“Let me get out of your way while you clean up your mess like the Good Boy I know you can be.” Before he’d recovered, she was gone from the room again.

When she returned, a slow smile spread over her face. The papers were neatly stacked in the center of her desk and his door was closed.

“Good Boy,” she murmured…

~~~

He wasn’t sure how he’d ever survived without her. She had a knack of bringing organization and calm out of chaos. It freed him to do what he did best. Analysis, patterns, but never people. He found himself going out and just talking to her when he was stressed. As long as he was polite, she listened. He learned to be polite, just playing the game of course, because he needed a refuge from the stress of his job. Young, arrogant, he’d made few friends in his rise. He found himself looking back at her during meetings, focusing on her nods or frowns as he tried to communicate his visions of success to clients and superiors. Her people skills amazed him, and he found it freeing to follow her lead. Once, remembering their first encounter, he quipped, “I’d be lost without my Lady Secretary,”and the warmth of her sudden smile, his first received, made it his pet name for her, “Lady”.

By the end of the first month, much to the secret disappointment of the guys in the Office Pool, who’d lived vicariously through his treatment of women, she was not only firmly established, but he found himself bringing in flowers to win her approval, to hear her tones caress those words, “Good Boy”.

That voice. She rarely spoke unless he was on best behavior, but he loved her voice. He could lose himself in it, swimming in the rich honeyed tones and drawl. Yes, at the end of the first month, he was quite pleased to be her Good Boy…

~~~

“Sir?” She stood in the doorway.

“Yes Lady?”

“You seem stressed with the upcoming Board Meeting. I thought of something you could try that might help you.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. This was new. She laughed, sending shivers down his spine. Damn she was hot, but she looked at him like a dead bug in a salad if he pushed it.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of picturing your audience naked to build confidence.”

He nodded, suddenly disappointed and surprised at his feeling. Why should he expect more? He only half-listened as she continued. “Let’s play a Game instead. I have a pair of red satin panties, which I wore yesterday. If you wore them, I thought it would be much more supportive than picturing the Board naked – after all, they are old and ugly.”

She had his full attention.

“But… panties?” He blushed, seeing something in her eyes he’d never seen before.

Her voice purred. “Oh yes. Knowing you wore them for me would please me. You want to please me, to be my Good Boy, don’t you? And I’m certain knowing that you wore panties under your suit would give you the confidence of a hidden secret. Little Boys like secrets, don’t they? It could be our secret. Pleasing me would please you sooo much.”

He blinked rapidly, speechless at the rush of lust spreading through him. What the hell could it hurt?

“Sure, I’ll wear them.” He smirked. “Any thing to keep the Lady happy,” he quipped. He sat stunned as she leaned forward, revealing cream cleavage and stroked the panties down his cheek. He shivered.

“Now that is a very Good Boy attitude.” She twisted the blinds shut, and went out, closing the door firmly behind her. He just sat for a while, wondering what was happening to him; wondering how to make it happen more. Rising, he began to undo his pants absentmindedly, mind hijacked and focused on what had just happened, what might happen. Out at her desk, she smiled in pleasure. It was always so nice to guide a new man, bridling his spirit without breaking it.

The next day he approached her desk shyly.

The next day he approached her desk shyly. “Thank you, Lady. The meeting was great.” He leaned in and lowered his voice confidentially. “I’m wearing them again today for you.” He reared back in shock at her icy look.

“I didn’t give you permission. If you want to be a Good Boy, you’ll have to learn to follow directions and not charge off on your own. Your mail is on your desk.” She ignored him.

He stared, and then slunk into his office. Devastated. From his new height, shot down to a painful low. His natural aggression and determination surged, focusing on a new goal outside himself for the first time in his life. He’d be the best fucking Good Boy she’d ever had, if that’s what it took to keep her happy. Disappointing her just hurt too much.

With in a few weeks, he was begging her to come up with ways for him to serve her. To let him prove himself. On one notable day, he’d been so obedient and done so well, she’d allowed him to close the blinds and stroke himself to pleasure while she observed and gave him commands on pacing. When he finally exploded, it was after he’d obeyed so well he was allowed to look at her and chant “Lady… Lady… Lady.”

She considered it a good beginning, as she left him to clean up his mess. Things progressed quickly after that.

~~~

Earlier at the office, she’d said, “Let’s play a Game tonight. I don’t want to have to tie you up. I like the present of self control. Will you do that for me, please?”

He’d eagerly assented. Her Good Boy. He knew now there were others, but HE was invited to her home. Her best Good Boy…

His taut body quivered. Each limb was stretching toward the corners of the bed. He breathed in shallow gasps, with an occasion shuddering sigh. She sat on the side of the bed, watching with a small smile, letting her honey drawl caress him, hazel eyes dancing with pleasure.

“Such a Good Boy for me,” she watched his body shudder in pleasure at the phrase. “So eager to please his Lady, You didn’t need to be tied up to feel so helpless. There’s nothing you can do now except obey me, and just hold on,” her voice slowed and emphasized each word, “Until. Lady. Gives. Release.” She continued smoothly, “And you’re holding on so well for me,”

He found it so weird how her voice stroked him deeper than a hand. He couldn’t understand it, but he loved it. She took him to places in her Games that he’d never imagined, and all he had to do was listen, obey, be her Good Boy for her. He was determined to hold on for her. He wished he could say so.

As she stood, his cock jerked convulsively, the bed bounced slightly. She rewarded him at last by moving to where he could see her. He felt himself falling into her eyes, riding a wave of pleasure at seeing her pleasure, knowing he pleased her, wanting only to give more of him to her.

She gazed down at his pleading eyes. “Such a sweet surrender. I’m so proud of you.” She leaned down and trailed fingertips across his chest, watching it twitch, and then stroked his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment, and his lips sought to kiss her palm.

“No no, you still have to earn a kiss.”

His eyes snapped open in shock. He hadn’t earned to kiss her palm yet. A wave of nervousness swept through him, mingled with excitement. How far would she take him?

“Silly boy,” he heard, “You’re just beginning.” She straightened. “Are your arms bending? Don’t let your ‘ropes’ loosen. Do you need a break? I can leave and you can get up and stretch, then we could start over.”

He shook his head, “noooo”, an exclamation mark in his eyes.

“Very good! You almost spoke there, but remembered. See how well you do for me? You learn so quickly. It warms me to know you want to obey.”

She pulled a long silk scarf from between her cleavage, and fanned herself. “Oh, you like my scarf?” She lets it slip over her hands. “Or is it the color red that you like? Remember the red hearts over my bra that first day?”

He remembered. With a disbelieving wince, that he’d ever been so rude to his Lady. He had hoped she’d
forgotten.

Holding the scarf by one end, she lifted it before her, examining it critically, apparently not noticing the other end has dropped to hover a tantalizing inch above his stomach. He moaned and she shifted her warm gaze to him.

“Can you hold on for me a little longer? Will you do that for me?”

He nodded affirmation.

“Good Boy.” A pause, then “Oh my, I know what would feel good.” She let the scarf sweep his body, from tummy up to neck. He convulsed, body rigid, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, trying to keep from moving, from letting his hips buck, from -

A gasping moan, an anguished, “Oh please Lady…”

With a disappointed sigh, she stopped. “Oh sweet, you spoke. You know the rule, now I have to start all over.”
The convulsive jerks of his straining cock formed a counter-point to the tears that began to leak. “Oh please, please…”

She looked down at him with a sympathetic sigh. Still, he was doing so well. It was a shame he’d driven her niece out of his office in tears…

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