Jake was nervous as he pulled his car up to Jen’s apartment building. He’d know her for more than a year, they worked in the same office.
Jen is a slim brunette in her late 20’s, her skirts she wears to work are always close fitting and rather short. Jake is 32, slim but fit, with sandy blonde hair. They’re both the type of people who aren’t terribly serious about life, and just like to have fun, but out of necessity spend too much time working.
There had from early on been a sort of flirtation between the two of them, a chemistry that he just couldn’t put his finger on… Well, until the day before. He had been sitting at his desk in it’s cubicle, it was late and everyone had left the office already, at least he thought they had. He was working late on a project, but being already pretty burnt out on it, he basically decided to fuck off for a little bit instead of working.
One of Jake’s favorite ways to relax or destress is to watch femdom porn. Not the really raunchy degrading stuff, but not vanilla by any means. He has a thing for bondage in general, loves the way women look in it, but femdom is his most secret fantasy. So he’s sitting there with his earbuds in, watching a scene. It’s an older video, this guy is tied spread eagle on a bed, with what looks like a pantyhose gag in his mouth, and the girl is nude laying next to him, sucking his cock, then edging him, making him moan into his gag.
He’s watching this, imagining himself there in the man’s place, his own cock is hard in his pants, and then a finger lightly taps his shoulder.
“Shit!” he shouts, nearly dropping the phone on the floor. He turns to see Jen standing behind him. She’s grinning.
Embarrassed, he quickly closes the screen, pulls out his earbuds, and stuttering a bit says that he didn’t know anyone was still there.
“How long have you been standing there behind me?”
“Long enough to see you were really enjoying that!” she replied playfully.
He started to explain rather awkwardly that it’s not the sort of porn that he usually watches (lie of course) and that only when he’s really stressed.
“Babe, it’s ok! You get off on being tied up by a girl, I get off on tying guys up.” she says.
He’s dumfounded. This is the first time he’s met a beautiful girl who really likes being dominant, the kind of girl he’s always dreamed of meeting, and for more than a year they’ve been working in the same office! One thing leads to another and they end up spending all evening together in the corner of a cafe talking about their kinks. Jake explains that he asked a girlfriend to tie him to the bed once, but she wasn’t into it and couldn’t even tie the ropes properly.
“Hmm, that’s too bad” Jen remarks, “But ropework can be tricky, that why I prefer shackles and handcuffs”. Jake swallows hard. ” Yea and not those cheap play ones either, I’ve got akhisar escort a complete set of real ones. I just love the sound they make on my metal bed when a guy is struggling in them”.
By now Jake is really hard under the table. They talk about gags, which they are both into. Different styles and which work best. Also punishments. They’re both into spanking, edging, orgasm denial, queening, the list goes on. They were both getting pretty hot.
By the end of the evening they had agreed that he’d come over to her house the next day, and spend the whole weekend as her captive. Boundaries were set, safe words and signs agreed apon, and they went their separate ways for the night.
It was hard enough to sleep, but he managed to finally. After a shower and a light breakfast he got in his car and headed towards her place. She’d instructed him to be there early, by 9. Also during his captivity she would no longer be Jen, but rather Mistress.
He pulled up to her building, it was an old brownstone. He rang at the front door and she buzzed him in. When he got up to the second floor her door was already open a bit. He entered and closed it behind him. The sound of heels on the wooden floor…she walks out of the bathroom and towards him..he can’t believe what he’s seeing!
She’s wearing shiny black latex thigh high stockings with black stilettos, a tiny latex thong, and black latex gloves. That’s it. Her lips are a deep red and she’s wearing dark eyeshadow. In her hands is a riding crop. Slowly she walks closer to him.
“Strip!”
“I, ahh..”
“Go on, you won’t be needing your clothes any time soon.”
He complies, taking everything off. He stands in front of his mistress, completely at her mercy.
“Now let’s get you into something a bit more uncomfortable.” First she commands him to turn around, he hears the click and touch of cold steel as she cuffs his wrists. Then a leather collar with a lead is buckled around his neck. She leads him to the center of the room, the dividing walls in the apartment have been removed and it’s one large space with only the bathroom being separate. She then takes a couple items from a drawer. One he’s quite familiar with, it’s a red ball gag with a black strap. He has one at home, he likes to wear it when he masturbates.
“Open!” she commands. The ball slips between his teeth and is strapped into place. The second object, something he’s never used before…a chastity cage. She has to manipulate his already aroused cock to get it in, but finally does and locks the cage into place.
The key is laid on the dresser. He begins to really feel his helplessness, but this is just the beginning. By his collar the slave boy is lead to the bed.
He is instructed to lay face down. Mistress then shackles each of his ankles to the bedposts. The handcuffs aksaray escort are undone and the wrists shackled in the same way. A large pillow is shoved under him, leaving his naked ass raised. A blindfold is added. Now for the boy to learn who is his owner. The riding crop slowly glides over his ass cheek, caressing it, down to his balls, up in between, across his anus, then…smack! Again the caressing, teasing, and another smack. This goes on and on for what seems like an eternity. Sometimes several smacks in a row, sometimes long periods of caressing. He’s grunting into his gag, moaning into it with saliva trickling onto the sheets. He’s so turned on, he wants to cum terribly. If he could he’d rub his cock against the sheets to get off, but he can’t. She’s thought of everything with the cage. Then the sublime torture stops.
She removes the gag to give his jaw a rest. The blindfold is left on. Now he knows he is owned. This boy who is chained to his mistresses bed, waiting for his next pleasure at her hands.
He can hear her moving about the apartment, the sound of her heels, the clink of a cup and saucer, the smell of coffee. She’s sitting on the little sofa, sipping her coffee and reading a magazine, he can hear it’s crisp pages as she turns them. All is quiet yet there is noise…the sound of the traffic in the street…the sound of her breathing. He falls asleep in the peace and calm of it.
He’s awakened by her moving over him on the edge of the bed. She unlocks the wrists, the handcuffs again lock them behind his back. The ankles are unlocked and he is pulled by his collar into a sitting position. A glass of water is pressed to his lips which he readily partakes of. Then he is led, still blindfolded, into the bathroom. The cage is removed, she presses her body against his back, holding his penis she instructs him to urinate into the toilet. He feels a bit humiliated. After she wipes his cock, and pressing tighter against his back she begins stroking him. He can feel she’s no longer wearing the thong. After the cage this feels like ecstasy. His cock is hard and throbbing. She stops and leads him to the bed once more.
This time he’s instructed to lie on his back. The shackles go back on, the pillow goes under his ass, leaving his cock and balls well exposed. Again the gag goes in, buckled tightly in place. She applies some lube and strokes his cock, the shiny latex gloves feel heavenly against his skin, he’s soon about to cum. Mistress senses this and stops. After a moment he hears a buzzing, a vibrator is placed against his balls, he moans into his gag. It glides down towards his anus, and back up again. She strokes the cock slowly, he bucks against his chains. She stops.
This torture goes on for some time, she quite enjoys it. The big strong man is now just a boy, her slave, her plaything. The gag akyazı escort is removed and replaced by her wet pussy. He swallows her juices, loving her taste, entering her with his tongue, licking her clit. Her moans are stifled, and suddenly he realizes she has put the ball gag on herself, imagining how they must look together at that moment makes him harder than he could imagine. Finally, screaming into the gag, she cums on his face. She lays at his side for some moments, running her fingernails lightly over his chest, then leaves him.
She returns after a moment, he feels a warm washcloth against his face, wiping up her pussy juice. She rinses it and then cleans under his arms, his privates. After she leaves him he can hear her in the kitchen area, and begins to smell cooking food.
When the meal is prepared, the slave boy is lead in the usual way to the table. He is seated on a metal chair, hands are cuffed to the back of the chair, and two sets of large cuffs secure his ankles to it’s legs. The blindfold is removed for the first time since the morning, and the beautiful mistress feeds her obedient boy as she also enjoys her dinner and wine.
After dinner the slave is for the only time during the day allowed to use the bathroom alone unfettered, except for the chastity cage which has been once again locked on, lest he try to masturbate behind closed doors.
Again the slave is led to bed. The sheets have been changed. He is restrained on his back as before, the blindfold is put in place, and it’s time for bed. Mistress in a satin camisole and thong curls up next to him and they drift off to sleep.
The next day, after being fed a light breakfast the captive is subjected to more of the same tortures. Shackled and gagged, blindfolded and and helpless, the slave is again pleasured and punished to his limits.
Finally in the evening, mistress unlocks her slave from his bed and leads him to a place where he is instructed to kneel. The blindfold and handcuffs and cage are removed. He is still wearing his ball gag. Mistress sits in a leather armchair in front of him, wearing her latex gloves, stockings, and heels as before, begins to masturbate. She instructs him to do likewise, which he does with pleasure. They cum almost simultaneously, a huge quantity of his hot semen spills onto the floor. After this the slave is free to go. He gets dressed, goes home. He eats, he showers, he thinks about her.
The next day at work he hears her before he sees her, the click of her heels on the hard floor. His heart yearns for her. Later she stops by his desk to drop off some paperwork, today her skirt is a patent leather one.
“Hey Jake how’s it going today?” she asks with a smirk.
” Well considering it’s a Monday, it’s going pretty damn good Jen.”
“I’m glad to hear it Jakey, but as for me, I can’t wait till next weekend.”
She bends down to put the papers on his desk, her eyes meet his…his gaze travels down to her cleavage, and at the end of a gold chain, just below the neckline of her blouse, is a small, simple, stainless steel key. His cock in his pants begins to harden, straining against the cage….
