‘Hey, let me loose!’ He couldn’t believe they went off and left him there. He was painfully hard and his balls were throbbing, he was beginning to realize his butt was burning where Pat had smacked him. He knew he would never be able to look a Ping-Pong paddle in the eye again. ‘Cmon, this isn’t funny anymore! Not that it ever was…’ He heard them talking and laughing upstairs.
With an utter feeling of hopelessness, he thought ‘What have I gotten myself into? I am naked, tied up and at the mercy of those two women. Sure, great fantasy, but the reality leaves a lot to be desired. This isn’t anything like I imagined it.’ Then he heard the little voice telling him to be careful what he wished for. He groaned.
Time passed slowly for him, and he caught himself thinking he was really glad he hadn’t drunk a soda or anything like that before coming down here. That would be totally embarrassing. Eventually he heard someone coming down the stairs.
He found that if he turned he could finally see all of her, and he was impressed. She was close to his age and quite attractive.
‘How is my new pet doing?’
‘I am NOT your pet. Let me loose!’
‘Oh I don’t think so, I think you have been a very naughty boy. And I think you need some serious correction. You know window peeping is against the law? and so is public nudity.’
‘Public nudity! I have never been nude in public.’
‘Really? and just how did all of that stuff get on the side of the house? Made its way out of your pockets?’ He flushed at the recollection and began pulling, fruitlessly, at his bonds.
‘You won’t get loose you know, so lets talk about you. Just what were you thinking when you climbed up there? Were you hoping to get caught?’
‘No, of course not. I had seen the video and wondered what it felt like. I knew there wouldn’t be anyone home for hours, I wasn’t SUPPOSED to fall asleep. And what were YOU thinking, fastening me to this thing?’
‘Umm well, I thought you were a present. Pat knew I was looking for a slave.’ At the mention of the word, all of the righteous indignation that he had managed to work up evaporated.
His voice was quite small when he asked, ‘A slave? You were looking for a slave?’
‘Hmm,’ looking back behind the frame. ‘Now why is that something that I think you have thought about? And by the looks of it, something that you think might be just a little fun.’
It was true, at the mention of the word, he had felt himself swell and was now bobbing against the bottom of the bench.
‘So how about it my pet, willing to give it a go? Probably beats the boring college girls you have been going out with. Here lets get you in a more comfortable position to talk.’ She stood right up against him and reached down, unlocking the cuff on one hand then the other. She pulled them behind him, she was blocking his body so he couldn’t get up and clipped the cuffs together. Then she undid his feet as well. She steadied him as he stood, dizzy for a moment from all the time with his head hanging down. He looked at her and realized that she was quite lovely up close.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and balls and said, ‘Lets go over her.’ Somehow not going with here didn’t really seem to be an option, so he shuffled along after her. She stopped in front of the chair that he had seen in the video and said, ‘Kneel down.’
‘No.’ He wasn’t playing this game.
‘Really?’ Then he felt the pressure on his balls. She was squeezing them! He slowly crumpled to his knees, his eyes watering. ‘There you see, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now you just stay there.’
He knelt, his eyes looking upward at her and then he realized what she was doing. She was unbuttoning her shirt! She flung it aside and smiled as she saw the deer in the headlight look in his eyes which were glued to her breasts. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside as well. The fact that she was enjoying this as well was evident in the rigidity of her nipples. Then she carefully leaned down, narrowly avoiding him and slid off her shorts. She was naked, not six inches in front of him. He was almost drooling.
‘Now you know, good slaves do get rewards. You did know that didn’t you? If you were good, what would you like as a reward?’ She pretty much had an idea, given the state of his cock. He was forming a small drip line down the front.
‘I would get to have sex with you?’ At this, she laughed, her breasts bouncing in front of his face.
‘Oh, you are a brave little slave, no generally not, you might be called on to service your mistress, but no, slaves don’t have sex. If you were very, very good, you might be rewarded.’ She began stroking his cock again. ‘You would like me to make you feel good wouldn’t you.’
She smiled as the strangled, ‘Oh yes, please,’ came from his lips. She rather enjoyed how his brain seemed to loose control over his mouth with she played with him. That could be fun.
‘You seem to like my breasts a lot, do you think they are attractive?’ Another strangled yes broke from his lips. She leaned over and whispered, ‘Don’t move,’ into his ear, then straightening began rubbing her breasts on his face. She was rewarded by little moans of lust.
‘There you see, if you do what I tell you there are rewards. Now we need to talk about your previous behavior. Peeking in windows isn’t what we consider good behavior. Stand up.’ She again took him by the cock and balls and led him over to another chair. ‘Now my pet, over my lap.’
‘What!? No… I am not a child.’ He felt the pressure on his balls increase slightly. ‘No, no stop it…..’ His eyes were beginning to water. ‘Please, no don’t make me do that…. please.’
He felt his body responding to the pain and he bent over her. She guided him, making sure he was positioned where she wanted him, his cock grasped tightly between her legs.
Once he was settled, she chuckled and said, ‘There, you see, that wasn’t so hard was it?’
He felt terribly helpless, his arms pinioned behind his back. She began running her hands over his butt. He felt himself relaxing as she worked her way from his butt, gradually down his thighs. His legs separated and she began to stroke his balls. She was rewarded with little groans and gasps.
‘Now let’s talk about your little lapse. You already told us you were peaking through the window. Did you enjoy yourself? You like watching?’
Again, he felt himself floating away and not thinking about the consequences, her hands busy, stroking, caressing.
‘I had never thought about it, never done it. I didn’t know women did that.. enjoyed themselves. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.’
She slowly worked the whole story from him. How he had watched, then obsessed over the images in his mind, masturbating several times a day. Then his feelings watching the video and how he couldn’t resist trying the cuffs and bench out in the basement. How he had fantasies about serving women as a slave. As he listened to himself, disconnected, he realized that he had needed to talk about it, to tell someone, anyone.
‘You realize that what you did was wrong. Not the watching of course, or playing with the toys. But doing those things without permission goes against what is one of the basic rules of our lifestyle. Consent is incredibly important. So now I ask you, do I have your consent to punish you for what you did? Once the punishment is over then you are finished with it and we would never mention it again.’
As he listened to her talk, his brain re-engaged and he tensed again. ‘What are we talking about? You are going to whip me? Use some of that stuff on the wall?’
‘No, my pet, just my hand. You are not ready for that other stuff yet. Yet. Do you agree?’
Her hand? She was just a tiny thing, she couldn’t hurt him with her hand. ‘Sure, why not.’
‘Alright my pet, remember, ‘Red’ is your stop word. Say that and this all ends, and you go home. ‘Yellow’ will lessen the intensity, but not stop it.’ With that, she started gently smacking the cheeks of his butt. He felt her legs tighten around him. It was actually rather pleasant, her hands moving slowly, smacking him gently. His bottom began to warm, then she worked her way down his thighs and back up again. She was beginning to hit a bit harder and it was beginning to sting.
She smiled as she felt him begin to squirm a little under her. She knew that he figured he could take anything she could dish out. She smiled again. His butt was definitely getting pink and she knew it was beginning to sting. She began hitting twice in one spot before moving on, over his butt, his thighs.
‘Ow, stop it! That hurts’ She quietly continued, his bottom getting redder. The squirming was having a rather unintended result, at least for him. Grasped tightly between her legs, the squirming was causing him some rather pleasant sensations.
Smack, smack, smack. He began pleading, amazed that such a small person could cause that much sensation in his backside and legs. His eyes were beginning to water, and he continued to plead for her to stop and began trying to block her with his hands. Blocking was useless, since she could see where his hands were and move, since double hitting wasn’t necessary, his entire butt was on fire. She increased the intensity again, SMACK SMACK.
‘Oh please, please. Stop.. I’ll never do it again. honest.. please. I was wrong…. wrong..’ He began sobbing, not from the pain but from the realization that he did think what he did was terribly wrong. He sobbed against her leg.
She gently rubbed his bottom, his back until he had cried himself out.
He realized that it was, he did feel remarkably better and found himself saying,’ Yes…. thank you.’ And he meant it.
She helped him slide off onto his knees, so that he was kneeling in front of her. She wiped his tears away with her hand. Then, she leaned forward. ‘Now take this.’ She held one breast and offered the nipple to his mouth. He closed his lips around it, unsure if he should do something.
‘Oh very good, you are waiting for instructions.’ He felt a wave of pleasure at her compliment and the overwhelming need to do whatever she wanted correctly.
‘Now twirl your tongue around it. Yes, very good, I’ll bet you have done this before! Now put it between your teeth, gently, don’t bite, but hold it snug between your teeth. Alright my pet, pull back slowly, ah yes, perfect!’ She looked down and was rewarded by the look of absolute adoration that she had seen many times aimed at other dommes, but never from a pet of her own. And she knew that he was hers. She sat and leaned back in the chair and looked at him. She ran her eyes over him, slowly, completely. A smile slowly built as he looked back at her and then slowly dropped his eyes to the floor and he slowly relaxed, to wait for her next request. He thought, ‘Her next command.’
Time crawled, suspended, surreal. He heard her shift and began to smell the musk of her arousal. He raised his eyes slightly and then trembled when he saw that she had opened herself to him. ‘C’mon little one, lets see how you do.’
‘I cannot.’ He barely breathed the words.
‘I.. I have never.. I don’t know… I would not please you.’
‘Ah… little one, you will learn, and your goal today is not to please me, I want you to get to know me, to know the feel and smell of me, for you have a decision to make.’ She leaned forward and taking him by the hair, pulled him forward until he was just above her sex. The smell of her was overwhelming and as she gently pushed him into her and held him there, he began kissing her gently. Soon he was lost in her, kissing and licking, reveling in the softness of her. Soon he found her little nub, he trembled when she moaned as he sucked at it. Then all too soon, she was pulling him back by his hair.
‘Very good little one, you have promise. You know that you have the choice in this, you decide your fate. To accept whatever I choose for you? To gladly endure anything that I want to do to you? To submit your will and your body to me? Do you choose this, to become my pet, my toy? ‘
He looked at her. She had allowed him a privilege, a reward. He looked at her and knew that he would do anything for her, just to have that feeling again. He bowed his head, looked at the floor and whispered, ‘Yes.’
The shrill little voice in the back of his head was yelling that he was lost… lost… lost…. but the other quieter, warm voice was whispering, ‘yes….. at last.’