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Author's Note: This is my first story, so please forgive any problems with it. I'm aware some things may be unrealistic, but I'm just hoping people enjoy what I've written. I originally wrote this story for a girl who was very close to my heart, and though she said she loved it, I eventually lost her to someone else. In a way, this was my tribute to her for making me as happy as she did. I will never forget her.
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Part 1 - Saturday
There was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn't know, as though there was a chance it wasn't her and I was hoping it was.
Sure enough, there she was. Stacey looked fantastic, her brown hair drifting slightly over her eyes, her wonderful body perfectly shown off by her tight top and jeans.
"Hi, you ok?" I asked, smiling. I gazed down at her feet and laughed. "You know me too well!" She was wearing a gorgeous pair of sexy black leather boot - something of a fetish of mine. They went right up to just below her knees, and had buckles going up their length. The high stiletto heels just set the whole thing off perfectly! It certainly set me off...
Stacey just smiled and stared into my eyes. I loved her eyes so much they were just so expressive. We stood at the door slightly awkwardly for a few moments before she spoke.
"You going to let me in then?" she joked, brushing her hair back.
I apologised with a laugh and held the door open as she dragged her suitcase on rollers in after her, containing her changes of clothes. We'd arranged to have a kinky weekend, and then spend the next week hanging out together, seeing as we both had weeks off that coming week. What with hectic work schedules and living a fair way apart, finding quality time like this was difficult. I closed the door, and we talked for a bit about our friends in common, what we each had been up to, you know, normal stuff. I made her dinner, and then we watched a film together, but it was obvious we both were thinking about what we were going to be doing. It was almost like we were kids just itching to open their presents on Christmas day. Sitting there, watching her, as she leaned on my shoulder, I was glad I had met her.
Eventually the film ended and the evening started to darken. Stacey stretched slightly, her boots shining in the light and stared seductively at me.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Definitely," I replied.
With that, I went upstairs into the bathroom to sort myself out while Stacey went to my room. I don't know why I always went in the bathroom, just a force of habit I guess. I stripped down to my boxers and when I came out, Stacey had a series of ropes and other things on my bed.
"Arms behind your back," she instructed, as she grabbed my wrists and began to wrap rope around them and quickly tightened a knot. "On the bed," she ordered an authoritative tone to her voice that I had grown so accustomed to. Once I was on the bed, she took hold of my ankles and tightly bound these too with coils of rope. I now couldn't go anywhere if I tried.
"Enjoying yourself?" Stacey asked, playfully.
"So far," I said smiling.
"Good," Stacey replied, "but I don't remember saying you could speak."
Before I could reply, she quickly stuffed a sponge into my mouth and grabbed one of her long scarves. She wrapped this around my head several times and pulled it tight, forcing the sponge deep into my mouth, and then knotted it tightly, gagging me.
"There we go, I think that's a lot better, don't you?" Stacey purred, smiling seductively at me.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I tried to reply, but obviously all that could be heard was a muffled cry.
Stacey laughed, "I think it's time I tied you up bit better." I groaned, because I knew this would be a very thorough job. Stacey quickly rolled me onto my front and brought out more rope. She then started to tightly tie my elbows together, until it almost felt as though she was bending my joints. Eventually, she cinched the knot and sat me up. She smiled playfully at me as she clambered behind me on the bed and looped another rope around my chest. This she wrapped several times around my chest and over my arms, effectively pinning my arms to my back.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I moaned as the bindings grew ever tighter and I became ever more helpless.
"Be quiet, now," Stacey purred in my ear, "or things will get a lot worse". I stayed quiet. "Good boy," Stacey smiled.
With that, she looped another rope around and then tightly tied my arms at my stomach, and then for good measure, repeated it just above my waist. My arms were now well and truly pinned in place. Stacey climbed over me again so she was in front of me, stroking me slightly as she did so, though she made no indication that she meant to do so. That just made it all the more unbearable. She then took more rope and tied it round my thighs tightly, before looking up at me and smiling playfully again, her big blue eyes peering seductively out from the brown hair that had drifted over them. She quickly bound my legs again above and below the knee, before sitting back with her hands on her hips.
"Phew!" she gasped, "That was quite a job! But I think that should be enough....for now anyway."
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I moaned, but I was completely helpless now, as Stacey, with a seductive laugh, pushed me down onto the bed.
I lay there in total bliss. It was about an hour later, and Stacey had spent that time very productively; teasing and taunting me! Stacey giggled as she stroked my leg,
"I do enjoy these little sessions!" The thought did cross my mind that that was somewhat of an understatement. Just then, the door bell rung again. I was confused, I wasn't expecting anyone. I hoped it wasn't anything important, because I was enjoying myself way too much. But Stacey just winked at me and said she'd be right back I heard her go down the stairs and open the door. I heard familiar voices. It was some of our friends! What were they doing here? I couldn't make out what they were saying, but there was laughing and chatting. I heard Stacey welcome them in, and my heart nearly stopped. What was she doing, what if they found me?? She knew I was really self-conscious about my kinks. However, it sounded like they were staying downstairs, and it wasn't long before I heard Stacey come back into my room, and shut the door behind her.
I looked at Stacey quizzically, wondering what the hell was going on, but she just smiled at me seductively with a curious look in her eyes. Suddenly, she walked over to her suitcase that she had brought upstairs. I was starting to get a little nervous about all this.
It turns out I had every reason too....
I watched as she opened her suitcase slightly and pulled something out. I goggled. "Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I cried.
"I knew this might interest you," Stacey smiled as she pulled the things out of the suitcase. Slowly, she pulled on a tight, form fitting black leather jacket over her top, and as she turned towards me and approached, she slowly, seductively pulled on a pair of black leather gloves. "Well Jason, I have plans for you tonight!" she purred. Suddenly, despite myself, I was starting to feel very aroused. What could she mean?
"You see", she said, as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling me, with me on my back "I really enjoy these bondage games we have, but I haven't been out with the others in a few weeks and I'm starting to miss it. But..." she smiled, "I couldn't deny you the fun of being tied up. That would be mean of me!" She leaned closer until her voice was nearly just a whisper. "So I've decided that I'm going to go out tonight with the others, but to be fair, I'm going to leave you tightly bound and gagged here while I'm gone!"
"MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," I cried. She was joking right? We'd never done anything like this before!
Stacey laughed.
"I thought that might be your reaction," she smiled, "but I'm afraid you don't really have a say in the matter anymore! The others told me about going out earlier in the week, so I told them they could come here and we'd all go out together!" She stroked my cheek with a gloved hand. "But now they are here and - oh no Jason isn't feeling well! He's lying up in bed with a fever and can't come!" Stacey giggled as my struggling increased. "I've already told them you weren't feeling well and I've come to check on you, one last time to see if you are coming or not. Which of course..." she giggled as she stroked the bulge straining under my boxers, "...you're not!"
I started to panic a bit and began to thrash around, but Stacey merely squeezed me between her thighs, keeping me still. "Hmmmmm, I was afraid of that..." she mused. She got off of the bed and grabbed another handful of rope. "Let's make you a bit more secure before I leave, hmmm? Just so you don't manage to 'toddle off' while I'm gone."
More? How could this get tighter? My legs were more or less welded together and my arms were tightly pinned together against my back. Stacey easily rolled me onto my front, and grabbed my ankles. Before I could resist, she pushed my ankles right against my bum cheeks, and started wrapping rope around my legs. By the time she was finished, my calves where secured tightly to my thighs, with my feet just below my hands at the small of my back. I never would have believed I could have got into that position! Then for good measure, Stacey took my wrists and tightly secured then to my ankles. I was essentially in a very tight and secure hog tie.
"There we are. Do you think that will be enough?" Stacey smiled, looking down at her handiwork.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I cried desperately at the tight bonds.
"Oh, of course!" Stacey exclaimed, as she dipped into her suitcase again, and pulled out a real of silver duct tape, "I had better gag you nice and tight before I go. I don't want you calling for help now do I?" She laughed as she untied the scarf around my mouth and took out the sponge, but before I could say anything, her gloved hand clamped over my mouth. To my surprise, Stacey took away her hand and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. It took me a second to realise I was kissing back. After a few seconds, she pulled away, smiled, and quickly stuffed the sponge back in my mouth and I heard the distinctive 'rrrriiiiiiipppppppp' of the duct tape as she firmly pressed it over my closed lips and wound the roll several times around my head before ripping it off.
"Well," she purred, "Just one more thing..." She quickly rolled me back onto my front, took the scarf and wrapped it tightly over my eyes, blindfolding me. I then heard more tape being ripped as she wound it over the scarf, sealing me into my darkness. She laughed evilly as she roughly pushed my head into the pillow, briefly cutting off my air. As she released me, I truly realised how helpless I was. And I also realised how great it felt!
"You know," Stacey purred in my ear, "This is making me very excited to think that I can go out and enjoy myself with my friends, safe in the knowledge that when I come back, you'll be here, tightly bound and gagged waiting for me. Just the way I like you totally helpless!" I felt her get off the bed and whisper "Trust me; this will be one experience you will never forget."
I felt her kiss me softly on the cheek "I love you so much..."
And with that, I heard the sound of the leather and the click of the heels as she walked away from the bed, leaving her prey squirming on the bed.
"See you later, my toy...." I heard the light click off, "...much later". I heard as she picked up my keys and opened the door.
"MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," I cried desperately as she locked it behind her, but we both knew it was far too late for that. Suddenly, I heard her outside the door.
"Hiya, Stacey, how is he?" It was Kate, one of my friends. She must have come up the stairs.
"No better I'm afraid, he's gonna sleep it off. He's running quite a fever. Guess he won't be coming with us." I must admit, I'd have believed a voice as sweet and innocent as that!
"Oh no! That's a bummer!"
"Yeah, well I'm still coming. I've let my stuff here because hopefully he'll feel better later and we can still hang out this week. But if he's feeling no better when we come back, I'm going back to mine."
"That's a shame. Is he sleeping?"
"Yeah," Stacey replied, "and he's given me his key so I can get in later."
"Cool!" exclaimed Kate, "Well, it's nice to have you with us at least. It's a real shame; cos you guys were gonna had a cool week planned this week didn't you? And you both had the week off!"
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"Yeah..." said Stacey, acting slightly downhearted. She deserved an Oscar!
"What a bummer! Oh well! Let's try and have fun for him! The others are already outside. Come on, it'll be a good night!"
"Oh, I'm sure it will be..." Stacey purred, as I heard there footsteps going down the stairs, their voices becoming impossible to hear. There was a little more chatting, and then I heard the door slam as they all left the house.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I cried as I struggled for a moment against my bonds, but they were far too tight and my gag was very secure. I realised that I was in for a very long night.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I groaned.
What with the blindfold, I had no idea what time it was. They had left at 11pm, but it felt like they had been gone for hours. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and voices downstairs! She was back! Finally! But instead of coming into the room, I heard her shouts fade as she went into the kitchen with the others. She'd invited them in? Surely she wasn't going to have another drink? Didn't she realise how uncomfortable I was getting? Knowing she was in the other room, putting up this facade of innocence aroused me even more, and thus frustrated me even more. Eventually, I heard her wish the others goodnight and, joy of joys, the front door closed and I heard steps coming up the stairs, the door unlock and the light turn on.
"Well, well..." Stacey purred, as she slowly stepped into the room, "Has my little baby enjoy himself?" Suddenly, she ripped off the blindfold and I was stunned by the bright light.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I groaned.
Stacey laughed, "Well I guess you want me to release you now..." I nodded my head, I was very stiff. "Well, I'm afraid that won't be happening just yet," Stacey purred, smiling mischievously. I looked at her incredulously. "Well, after all that effort tying you so very effectively, do you really think I'd let you go now? I have you right where I want you..." She smiled. I groaned as the realisation that this was far from over hit me.
"But," she said, "I'm tired of it here. I'm taking you home with me!" With that, she opened up the suitcase fully, and I saw there actually wasn't anything in it. I gulped "You see Jason, I've already told the others how you phoned me earlier, telling me that you were so ill you were going back to your parents for the week, so no-one expects to see you. That means I have you all to myself for all that time. And even if they don't hear about that, we were going off this week anyway. No-one would be expecting to see you, here or at work!" She purred and stroked my leg, "Aren't I a lucky girl?"
Slowly, Stacey eased me off of the bed and into the open case. It was a tight squeeze (I admit my squirming probably didn't help her), but what with the way I was bound, she managed it. She pressed my bound form into the suitcase with one of her gorgeous black boots, and smiled at my squirming as she applied a 'firm' pressure to my boxers. She smiled seductively at me and stroked my face.
"Any last 'mmphs', my honey bun?". I tried to reply, but my gagged response brought nothing but a mocking laugh as Stacey brought down the lid of the suitcase and tightly zipped me into it. There was a 'click' as Stacey secured the zips with a padlock. I felt her stroking the case, and without another word, she picked the suitcase up on its rollers, and left my room, locking the door behind her again. Before anyone could have queried her, Stacey had confidently stepped out the house and out onto the drive, her tightly bound, gagged and bagged prize safely beside her. I wasn't in the case for long. I passed the time listening to the click of her heels on the concrete and imagined her sexy leather clad boots with me being dragged right behind them, until I felt her heave me up and dump me on something. I heard a clunk, and realised she'd just stowed her 'luggage' safely in the trunk of her car. I just lay there, horribly aroused, hearing the faint sound of the radio as Stacey drove. I can only imagine how turned on she must have been knowing what was in the boot.
Eventually, we arrived at Stacey's house, and after locking the door, she quickly got her new toy out.
"I'm looking forward to playing with you!" she purred, as she teased me for a little bit, before consenting that I needed to be untied a bit. She let me get up and go to the toilet, though my hands were still bound, and took off my gag so I could drink.
I gestured for her to untie my hands, but she merely laughed. "I'm afraid not, my love," she admitted, "You're my prisoner, my toy. I can't very well let you be unbound can I? You may try and escape. No, you will be bound tonight!"
"Please..." I reasoned.
"Don't worry," she assured me, "it won't be too severe. Now come!" She led me into the bathroom, me following like an eager puppy, and retied my wrists in front of me.
"Now if you are nice and quiet and behave while I tie you up, I won't gag you overnight. Do you understand?" she queried, holding her red ball gag that we'd used in our games before, dangling it seductively in front of my face. I nodded the affirmative.
"You're such a good boy!" Stacey cheered.
With more rope, she bound my ankles together again and sat me down on the bathroom floor. She them tied my knees just to make sure I wouldn't be walking anywhere, and then tied a long piece of rope to my wrists. She smiled as she then took this up to shower railing on the ceiling and tied the other end here, pulling my arms up so I was more or less held in place. There was defiantly no escape.
"Perfect!" she smiled, "Now, you remembered what I said about the gag?" I nodded, hesitantly.
"Well, I lied," Stacey smiled, as she quickly pressed the rubber ball into my mouth and tightly bucked the strap behind my head.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I cried, feeling slightly betrayed, but very aroused. Stacey smiled as she saw how excited I was getting, and replied by pressing down firmly on it with her booted foot. "MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," I cried, to which Stacey laughed again.
"Goodnight, my love," she said. She kissed my gag and gave me a loving smile. Despite all this, I knew she loved me and would never do anything to hurt me.
As she walked out of the room, she smiled "Sweet dreams!"
And with just a little wave, she turned off the light and shut the door, leaving me for an interesting night...
Part 2 - Sunday (added: 01/24/2010)
I wouldn't say I had the best night's sleep that night. Interesting would be a better way of describing it.
Obviously, being half-suspended from the ceiling, wrists and legs bound and tightly ball gagged wasn't the most comfortable way of spending the night, but at least I got some sleep. I spent most of the night thinking over my predicament though. In a way, it was quite scary to think how effortlessly Stacey had not only got me bound and gagged at her mercy, but effectively kidnapped me for a whole week, with no-one possibly realising where I was or the situation I was in. It may have been scary, but it was also pretty damn sexy, and I had to contend with a pretty substantial erection for reasonable portions of the night. It was made all the worse by the fact that I couldn't possibly relieve myself, given my bindings, and if Stacey did hear my moans, she didn't seem to want to do anything about it......well, why should she?
I have no idea what time it was when she eventually did wake up; I heard her walking around outside. After a little while, she opened the bathroom door and peeked in with a mischievous grin, as though she was hoping the previous night hadn't been one big dream.
"Hello my toy, sleep well?" She opened the door some more and came in, and with little more than a smile, turned away from me and started towards the sink to get ready for the day.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I moaned, hoping maybe she'd untie me, but she completely ignored me (although I'm sure she was smiling as she cleaned her teeth). I was just left to admire her body through her pyjamas. Although they were fairly loose, there was no denying her very attractive body.
Eventually, she finished cleaning her teeth and such, and finally turned to me. She stood over me and bit her lip, as if revelling in the possibilities. She bent down and stroked my face.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Stacey purred, stroking my face, "I know I certainly did, knowing I've got you all to myself," she startled to tousle my hair,
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, I've been waiting for this opportunity for soooo long!" She suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me face towards hers, "You might even enjoy it too!" She laughed and pecked the ball gag.
She laughed to herself and pulled a scarf out of her pocket, and sensually wrapped it round my eyes before knotting it tightly. She then took off my gag, gave me something to drink, and undid all my bindings but my wrists.
"I'm going to go and get ready now, you be a good boy and stay here", she said, and before I could say anything, she was gone.
It must have been about an hour later when I finally heard Stacey come back into the bathroom. She didn't say a thing, merely, untied me from the bathroom and dragged me out the door. I had no idea what was in store, but I did hear the clicking of her heels, which was always a good sign. She walked me silently until we reached what I assumed was her bedroom. There, she untied my wrists, leaving me standing blindfolded in nothing but my boxers. I didn't dare move, as I heard the clicking of her heels as she walked around me slowly. Finally, she spoke:
"Kneel."
There was a feeling of seductiveness and power to her voice that meant I could not possibly refuse. I knelt down, and she quickly grabbed my wrists and bound them tightly with rope. She circled me some more before binding my ankles in a similar fashion.
"Good boy." Stacey purred. She walked around my helpless body, taking in the feeling of power she had over me. After a minute or so, I suddenly felt something cold just above my arse.
"Stay still, slave" Stacey ordered, and I realised what it was I'd felt scissors. She was cutting off my boxers, leaving me totally exposed to her gazing eyes. As felt the boxers fall away, I must have blushed terribly. Obviously seeing this was nothing new to her, but the way it was all happening - it just felt so humiliating!
"Hmmph!" Stacey exclaimed mockingly, making me blush even more, as she came round in front of me again, "I guess that'll have to do...." Hopefully the impact that statement had on me, made it look more impressive, if you know what I mean. She walked around me for so long I started to get a bit frisky.
"Stacey, I ...................mmmmmppggggghhhhhh!!!" That was as far as I got before Stacey shoved several sponges in my mouth. I then felt her tightly wrapping a scarf round my mouth, forcing the sponges deep into it, tightly gagging me.
"That'll shut you up..." she mused, as she continued to circle me, like a predator circling their prey. Eventually, Stacey forced my head so it was facing the ground and took of my blindfold. Slowly, I looked up:
The first thing I noticed was those boots; those sexy, black leather boots that she loved to tease and abuse me with. They looked fantastic on her bare legs! As I looked up further, I saw she was wearing a tight leather mini skirt and even further, she wore nothing on top other than a black leather bra. She stood teasingly in front of me, her leather gloved hands resting on her hips.
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I groaned, as I was struck by a rather large erection. Stacey merely smiled.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this..." she purred, as she walked over to me and began to walk around me, every now and then stroking my body with a leather gloved hand. "But first we must lay down some rules..."
"From now on, you are just a toy; an object, a plaything for my amusement. You will do all you can to satisfy me, and I will use you to please me. You will only call me Mistress. You will not call me anything else unless I tell you to, or you will be punished. You will not speak unless I tell you to speak, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
"Mmmmmmpphhhhhh," I groaned, but Stacey merely shoved me.
"I didn't say you could speak now, did I slave?" She shook her head and tutted. "Let's try that again. Do you understand?" I nodded.
"Such a good boy!" Stacey laughed, as she casually pushed me onto the floor and sat astride me, her eyes sparkling "I think you'll make a very good slave indeed!"
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For just a second, the devilishness disappeared from her eyes, and she was the sweet girl I loved again (not that I didn't exactly love her like this either!). "You know the safe words, right?" she asked, seriously. I nodded slowly. Smiling, she kissed me on the cheek and the devilishness was back. I had a feeling I was going to be seeing it for a while. "Good slave!"
"But let's test this. I'm going to remove your gag, and you had better not shout!" Stacey reached down and undid the knotted scarf and removed my gag. Dutifully, I didn't utter a sound.
"Very good!" she purred, as she got up and stroked my face with her booted foot. I was getting so hard! Suddenly, Stacey moved round and placed her boot on the end of my penis, and pushed down enough to make me very uncomfortable.
"Nnnnngggg," I half-cried, trying not to speak as ordered. Stacey just laughed.
"You're here for my pleasure, remember? Not yours!" She laughed, as she pushed down a bit more, before finally releasing me.
"Now..." she said, as she pulled a chair up in front of my face. She sat by the side of me and placed one booted foot on my chest, and held the other in front of me. "Kiss them!" Not wanting another dose of pain so quickly, I obliged and began to kiss all over her boots. I loved them anyway, so if anything I enjoyed it as I went up and down, kissing them.
"Good slave, now lick them..." Stacey dug the heel of her other boot into my chest as she said that, I guess just in case I needed a bit of persuasion, so I started licking. The smell, the feel of the leather, it turned me on immensely! I dutifully licked my Mistress' boots until she told me to stop. She then got off the chair and straddled me again.
"You're learning already! Now repeat after me, I am nothing without my Mistress..."
"I am nothing without my Mistress" I whispered. Barely before I'd even finished, Stacey had shoved the ball gag in my mouth and tightly buckled it behind my head. As she did that, she moved her leg and grinded her knee into my cock. She smiled as I groaned in pain, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, I know you aren't!"
"Mmmmmmmmmpppppphhhh," I cried.
But I was only met with silence. It was a LOT later in the day, must have been about 6 in the afternoon not that I was in much of a position to be able to tell. Stacey had spent the day very much asserting her authority over me. She'd made it very clear that for all intents and purposes, I was just a toy now, not a person. I could still tell she cared (and she couldn't stop grinning throughout my torments) but it was clear where my place was now.
I'd spent pretty much the entire day bound and gagged at her mercy. She seemed very pleased with her new toy indeed, and had decided to try me out in all kinds of positions, though she had promised she'd save the best ones for 'later'. Just thinking about that brought back that hard erection I'd been struggling to contain for the past hour. Stacey had gone to have some dinner, but had left me nicely trussed up for her return. So I wouldn't 'run off' she said. Like I'd want to!
"Mmmmmmpppphhh," I mewed softly again, but I knew there was nothing to be done. Stacey had very securely (and lovingly) tied me spread eagle to her bed. I had tight rope looping around my wrists and ankles, pulling me so tight it was unbelievable. Not only was I completely immobile, but I was also completely exposed my cock had garnered a lot of attention over the past few hours. Added to my restrictive bindings, I was drooling from the bright red ball gag I had securely rammed in my mouth, and my eyes were covered with a soft, yet tight, scarf. I'd been calling since Stacy left me alone, but I knew she would take her time she knew just how much this frustrated me. And I couldn't stop my cock from getting harder whenever I thought about it.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I jumped, as suddenly I felt a soft hand grab my cock.
"Mmmmm, surprised honey?" Stacey giggled, as I felt her straddle me and stroke my body. How could I not have heard her come in with those boots? I felt her fingers slowly work their way up my body, it felt electric. Eventually she reached my face, and I felt her untie my blindfold. As it fell away, my eyes virtually popped. No wonder I hadn't heard the boots she wasn't wearing them anymore, or anything else for that matter! I couldn't help it as my eyes wandered from her gorgeous body, to her beautiful face, to more lustful areas....
"Like what you see my pet?" Stacey purred, "I do like to be worshipped. You do worship me, don't you?" I nodded without hesitation. All the while, Stacey was rubbing herself against me, stroking me. I felt like she was practically making love to me with her eyes. I could barely contain myself, and it was becoming obvious.
"Now, now slave," Stacey giggled, as she grinded her knee into my cock, "None of that....not yet...." She smiled seductively and leaned in closer, and started stroking the ball of my gag. "First I want you to show me how much you worship me." She slowly unbuckled my gag (I knew better than to utter a sound) and she got up and stood over my face. It was quite clear what was coming next. "Lick me slave. Show your devotion to your Mistress!"
I hadn't done this a hell of a lot, (most of our bondage games weren't quite this far) but I had been well instructed I'd do anything for my Mistress, so I licked. I licked and licked and felt Stacey grow more and more excited as I went. Suddenly, she sat straight on my face. "Keep going slut," she laughed, as I continued licking. I could barely breathe, but my only thoughts were on pleasuring her. She laughed a moaned as I licked, knowing that I wouldn't get anymore air until she was fully satisfied. Thankfully, it didn't take long before she shuddered and climaxed with a load moan.
"Ooooooh" Stacey sighed, finally getting off my face, "that was good my pet," she smiled as she looked down at me "How to reward you?"
My eyes widened as she moved down my body, stroking and playing with it until she reached my cock, now extremely hard. She looked at it and stroked it.
"I think I know how......" she smiled.
Needless to say, by the time Stacey had finished with me and got up off the bed, I was in another world. This must have been what it felt like to be on drugs, though I doubted ANY drug could top this!
"Look at the mess you've made of yourself, slut." Stacey chastised as she looked down at me. And it was true, there was cum everywhere! "It's time I cleaned you up".
I was intrigued, as Stacey slowly untied my ankles, before tying some rope around my knees. She then untied one wrist from the bed, bound my wrists in front of me, then left a long piece of rope hanging there from my hands.
"Mmmmpphhh?" I enquired inquisitively, and almost hoping she'd remove my gag too, but Stacey must have known what I was thinking.
"I don't think so pet; I like you all shut up. Now follow me..." Stacey yanked quite hard on the rope attached to my wrists, and pulled me off the bed. I only just gained my footing, as she laughed, watching me scramble. She then pulled me along, not fast, but plenty fast for me, considering I could only hobble with my bound knees. "Hurry up slave, I haven't got all day" she laughed, pulling me even harder. I let out a gagged moan in response, which brought a smile to her lips. Seductively, she dragged me into the bathroom, her gorgeous feet padding softly on the tiled floor. I watched in despair as she reached up to the curtain rail. She was leaving me here again?? Only this time she left a lot less slack in the rope, I was forced to stand up. Stacey smiled as she closed the door, and stood in front of me, hands on hips, observing her toy.
"Mmmmmmm, to think this all belongs to me," she laughed, as she idly stroked my chest. She turned around slowly, giving me a perfect view of her wonderful arse, and suddenly I was being bathed in warm water. Stacey's bathroom was a wet room, I'd completely forgotten! And Stacey was doing exactly what she said I was being washed. Slowly, Stacey moved up in front of me, just out of reach of my bound body, and began to stroke me with a soapy sponge, tenderly (and erotically) washing all the sweat and cum from my body. She was careful to get very close, but stay just far enough that she seemed just out of reach. It frustrated me so much!
Stacey merely smiled at the familiar sight of my already aroused privates becoming even more so. "Seems you like this, don't you pet? But then, you always have been a dirty boy. Maybe this clean will make you a better slave for you Mistress". She stopped and unbuckled my ball gag. "Do you agree?"
"Yes Mistress," I gasped in pleasure as she began to stroke and wash me even more, "I will do anything to please you."
"You are a good boy," Stacey laughed as she started to glide her body against mine, the sponge becoming even more sensual and seductive. The two of us stood there, with her stripping me bare just with her touch I really was her slave! Eventually, Stacey stopped, rinsed me off, and dried me with a towel. She then tied my ankles together again with more rope, and bound my elbows together above my head, so I was even more like just some meat hanging from the ceiling.
Her meat. All hers. I was in ecstasy.
"Seeing as you got such a hard on standing like that, I think I'm gonna leave you like that." She laughed as I pleaded with my eyes for her to reconsider. "I'll be back soon my pet," she smirked and closed the door on her suspended plaything.
When Stacey eventually returned, I was just as aroused as I had been when she left. I looked up eagerly at the sound of the door opening, as Stacey stepped into the room. She was dressed in a sexy black dress - nothing slutty, she was way too beautiful and stylish for anything like that, - but it just made her look even more fantastic than normal. Well, maybe just behind some of the ways I'd seen her these last 2 days! Anyway, she just took my breath away, and she had done up her makeup and hair so wonderfully. Her black leather jacket she had on over her looked incredible, as did her sexy, black leather boots on her bare legs. She must have noticed I was watching them. I must say, I almost wanted her to take me right there and then, all over again.
"Mmmm, you've been such a good boy my pet, so I have a present for you..."
A present? I watched as Stacey walked round behind me, and felt her place something around my neck. I heard a click, and then felt a buckle being tightened. It felt like some sort of leather strap.
"Like it, slave?" Stacey purred in my ear from behind me, as she turned me towards the wall mirror. It was a collar, and on it was metallic writing. The words were reflected, but my heart skipped a beat as I realised what they said - "Stacey's Slave". I couldn't believe it!
"It's all I've ever wanted Mistress," I whispered in happiness. Stacey smiled and softly kissed my ear.
"I'm glad you like it slave," she said, as she tightly buckled on my ball gag without warning. She stood back in front of me and grabbed my cock tightly. "Because you'll all mine now, and you won't forget that, will you?"
"Mmmph!" I mewed, shaking my head. Stacey smiled as her hair fell over her beautiful eyes just for a second.
"Good boy!" She smiled, letting go of me and heading for the door. "Oh, and by the way, I'm going out with a couple of old friends tonight. I'll think I'll leave you like this until morning now..." I moaned in protest. "Haha, I thought you'd like that slave. See you tomorrow honey." And with that she turned out the light and was gone, leaving me hanging there, helpless, with only a raging hard-one and the faint reflected vision of "Stacey's Slave" to keep me company.
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