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Michael was in the kitchen when she came home. His work hours let him get there an hour before she did, on average, a chance to get his directed chores done before she came home on the days she required him at her house. He was naked, except for the soft black manacles that encircled each wrist and ankle, because that’s how she wanted him whenever he was in the house. He had just finished washing the floors and was putting away the bucket when Cheryl came through the door.

Obediently, Michael stopped what he was doing and went to greet her. Silent, he stood with his hands clasped behind him and his head lowered, knowing not to speak unless spoken to when she first arrived. He stood quietly as Cheryl put away her jacket and purse, slipping off her heels she turned toward him and asked; “How’s my little house slut, did you finish the kitchen floor?”

“I am well Ma’am, and the floor is done,” Michael responded quietly.

She approached him, enjoying as always her feelings of dominance when she remained clothed in his naked presence. Reaching up she teased his nipples with one strong nail, watching as his cock twitched to nearly full hardness, speeding the growth that she has watched from the moment he stepped into her sight. She smiled at that hard cock, remembering the days she had kept it that way for hours, him never knowing when, or if, he might be allowed to come.

How long has it been since your last orgasm?” she asked, knowing full well, but liking to make him vocalize his need.

“Seven days today Mistress,” he responded. She noted that he knew better than to beg for attention any more, such pitiful attempts to influence her always resulted in longer sentences of daily attention to his cock without the release of orgasm.

“Poor baby,” she chuckled as her continued teasing and pinching of his nipples caused his erection to harden fully, “maybe tonight’s the night. All you have to do is behave.”

Michael moaned softly, knowing how hard it was to meet all her expectations, knowing he might again go to bed without any relief.

“Now come with me,” Cheryl said, taking his hard cock firmly in her hand to lead him to her bedroom. Once there she directed him towards the bed and he went to stand facing the end of the mattress, his hands still clasped behind him. He stood a foot from the bed, giving her room to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him. He waited, listening to her move about behind him, the door to her walk-in closet opened and closed, as did a number of drawers and cupboards. His mind actively considered all the things she might be doing, and his cock throbbed gently, partly in response to her earlier touch, partly in anticipation. Obediently, he stood and waiting, his eyes closed because she had once directed him that that was also expected of him.

Finally, Cheryl returned. Dropping a number of items on the bed, she slid in front of him to sit on the edge of the bed. Smiling at his quiet submission, she slowly stroked his cock and inspected his smoothly shaven balls. She squeezed a few droplets from a tube and smoothed the rich cream into the skin of his genitals. Then, working quickly, she bound his stiff cock and balls with a leather Gates of Hell, tightening the straps around the base of his cock, and those that divided his balls to an unexpected firmness. The straps she buckled around his throbbing cock were pulled as tight as ever, capturing the blood in his firm member and making it’s weight and bulk ever more noticeable to Michael.

Michael gasped, as much from the tightness of the genital binding as from the realization that the cream was a deep soothing liniment. He drew breath sharply as his flesh seemed torturously cool by its effect, an effect made even more pronounced when Cheryl blew lightly on his straining flesh.

“Open your eyes silly,” she whispered.

He did as bidden and looked down at her on the bed before him. She was dressed in dark slacks and a loose white blouse, open to her luscious cleavage but buttoned to the wrist. He seldom saw her naked any more, when she wanted to be fully unclothed, he could usually depend on being securely blindfolded. This was the way many of their evenings together went, he was naked in the house from the moment he got home, and she remained clothed in her dominating role over him.

Moving to one side, she pointed toward the bed and ordered: “Kneel and spread.”

The command was familiar. Stepping forward, Michael knelt on the edge of the bed. He spread his knees widely and lowered his chest to the mattress, presenting his most intimate parts to his Mistress.

He trembled, his bound cock throbbing, as her hands caressed his bottom. Her finger traced between his cheeks and he gasped as it crossed the bud of his anus. She teased that sensitive point, saying, “I think we’ll give you a real workout tonight, I haven’t stretched you beyond our usual toys in quite a while.”

Michael moaned softly at this statement and all it suggested. Cheryl often made him wear an anal plug, of varying sizes, in the evenings. Sometimes she used the dildos from the toy box to ream him thoroughly when she was in the mood. But only occasionally did she pull out her bigger toys, stretching him to new limits for short periods of time. These occasions always left him weak and trembling with erotic exhaustion. As intimidating as the larger dildos seemed, he was always proud when she expressed satisfaction at his ability to take larger and longer shafts.

“But for starters,” Cheryl announced, “we’ll try something we know you’re used to.”

Michael started as the cool cream she was using for lubrication touched his asshole. Quickly, Cheryl pressed a plug into him, one shaped for easy retention, yet that would start the process of stretching his tight muscles for her later plans. He gasped as it slipped past his sphincter and seated itself firmly, the wide flange pressing against his ass all around his bottom opening.

“Relax a moment,” Cheryl said while stroking Michael’s bottom, ” and then join me for a bite to eat.”

Michael did as ordered, lowing himself to the mattress, trying to relax and lie still as the liniment spread on his bound cock and balls warmed his flesh uncomfortably. And slowly he realized that the same lotion lubricated the plug in his ass.

The lotion’s effect got the better of him and soon he was moaning and squirming on the bed. Realizing that things were not going to get better he decided to join Cheryl as instructed. Michael walked slowly towards the kitchen, hands behind him as expected, his bound cock bobbing freely before him with its added weight of the leather binding.

Michael walked slowly to the kitchen doorway and stood there, waiting Cheryl’s permission to enter. The deep heating of his rectum and genitals made him bounce slowly from one foot to the other.

“If you can’t stand still, silly, come in here and sit down,” Cheryl said, “And if you can’t keep still, then I’ll have to find some way to make sure that you do.”

Michael stepped forward, moving toward the high hard stool she indicated. It was beside her own comfortable upholstered chair, and it put his cock high enough for her to observe as she ate her dinner. Cheryl went back to her meal, keeping an eye on him as she did so. It was not long before the pressure of the plug on the hard seat of the stool, coupled with the liniment’s continuing effect, caused him to twitch and moan softly.

Sighing in an exaggerated response to his ‘wilful disobedience’, Cheryl finally put down her knife and fork. Standing, her erect nipples were obvious as they pushed against the material of her shirt, betraying her own arousal at Michael’s discomfort and the activities she had planned for him.

Taking his wrist, she pulled him to a standing position, “Come with me,” she said sternly.

Leading him back into the master bedroom she indicated his position at the foot of the bed and he obediently moved to his assigned spot. Quickly she drew the red straps from each corner of the bed, tossing the clips on their ends onto the top of the mattress. Finally, she added a thick firm bolster, easily a foot in diameter. Michael knew what this meant, and when she pointed he climbed onto the king bed to lie with his hips on the bolster and his arms and legs pointing toward their respective corners.

Cheryl attached the straps to each manacle, drawing them tight as she did so until Michael was bound to the four corners of the bed, his hips raised by the bolster and his ass presented for his Mistress’ attentions. Taking a small flogger she worked her way up and down his body, from shoulders to thighs, delighting in the way he tried to stifle his moans as his flesh turned a light shade of pink under the lash.

Michael’s muscles strained against the bondage holding him, unable to move while the flogger traced his body’s lines. Finally the whipping stopped, having sensitized every inch of his flesh that it touched and leaving him even more aroused than before. He hung over the bolster, as much as the tight bindings allowed, and panted raggedly in his ecstasy of stimulation.

Cheryl quietly moved to stand at the foot of the bed between Michael’s feet. Ready for her next move, she reached out and quickly slid two fingers under the flange of the plug buried in his ass. Even as he realized that she was touching him she pulled the plug from his ass, his gasp noticeably drawn as she did so.

But before he could catch his breath she pressed another, thicker plug into his bottom, this one similarly shaped to be retained against his muscles.

“There,” She announced, “those straps and that plug should keep you occupied while I have my dessert. With a quick flick of her hand the plug started to vibrate slowly, and the light in the room went out as she left for the kitchen, leaving him there.

Michael moaned softly as Cheryl left the room. Her coffee and dessert could take an hour or more. It could be a long hour with that larger plug stretching his ass and buzzing the whole time. He tried to relax against the bonds but found they left little room to ease the tension in his limbs.

Some time later, Michael had drifted into a doze, overwhelmed by his situation. Cheryl re-entered the room. She woke him by the simple act of turning the vibrating butt plug to a higher level. Michael’s head rose and his sharp intake of breath was noticeable. She moved around the bed loosening, but not releasing the cargo straps holding him in place. Lastly, she reached under him and with a practiced hand undid the many buckles and snaps on the leather Gates of Hell binding his cock. Lastly she fondled his released balls and then unrolled a condom over his rigid cock.

“We don’t want to lose any of those juices,” she whispered, “now do we.”

Cheryl made sure he was more comfortable and that the blood was flowing to his extremities, then she silently left the room again. Michael tried to relax, adjusting to the higher frequency of the vibrating plug, apprehensive that it was intended to relax his muscles for further stretching later.

Eventually Cheryl returned again, even as the vibrating plug was making itself known undeniably to Michael’s prostate, rhythmically his hips thrust against it’s bulk, but that only frustrated him because it moved with him each time. Cheryl stood at the door and watched his involuntary movements. Seizing the initiative she flicked on the lights, bathing him with the bright spots over her large bed.

“Is my little slut comfortable,” she asked.

“Yes Mistress,” Michael murmured in reply.

“I bet,” she chuckled.

“Now lie still,” she continued, “I’m going to change your plug and then you can come watch a movie with me.”

Michael lay still as he was bid, worrying about the feeling of another, undoubtedly larger plug. The prospect of being released from the bed won out, and he lay still as Cheryl turned off and extracted the vibrating plug from his ass. He moaned softly as Cheryl poured a new ration of lubricants into his asshole, and then fitted a sturdy thick plug at his rear entrance. And that moan turned to a groan as she slowly fucked it into his ass. Cheryl relished the sense of power this act gave her each time she did it. The next time, she promised herself, he’ll be unfettered and required to do the work himself while she held the plug.

Slowly she worked the plug into Michael’s ass, longer and thicker than it’s predecessor, it took a few minutes for him to adjust to its girth. But finally she pushed it home. Cheryl gave him a minute to rest, wiping the excess lubricant from her hands and Michael’s bottom.

“Get up,” she ordered, “my movie’s about to start.”

Michael stood and turned. As he did so he realized that this latest plug had a thick latex hose hanging from its base. Cheryl reached down to lift the controls on its lower end, taking a moment to show him what they were.

“I thought you’d like this,” she said, smiling devilishly, It’s got a built-in vibrator, and a pump to expand it to almost twice it’s size.” As she explained its attributes Cheryl toyed with the controls, the vibrator control she ran through its full range in a few seconds, then returned it to the off position. Michael’s eyes went wide at its power, a few seconds more of its intensity and he may have needed some support to stand.

On mention of its pump, Cheryl squeezed the control bulb a few times. Michael immediately understood its capacity to expand and further stretch his anus. Gasping he whispered, “Please Mistress, no.”

“Oh yes,” Cheryl responded, “and I have even bigger and better things in mind for that pretty ass of yours before I’m done tonight.”

Throughout this process of stretching his ass a little more, it had not been lost on Cheryl that Michael’s erection had sustained its rigidity. Throbbing and dripping inside its tight latex sheath. She reached down to stroke it firmly, just once from base to tip, feeling the pre-cum that she milked from his shaft into the condom.

“Mmmmmm” she whispered, “keep dripping for me, my little slut.”

Taking him by the hand she led him to the sofa where she seated him on a towel placed for that purpose. His hands she stretched along the top of the sofa, and linked his manacles to clips she had sewn in place while preparing for this event. Centred on the seat, he could not move with the binding of his arms. Cheryl snuggled in beside him, stroked his nipples and his cock, and then reached down to her remote and started a movie for them to watch.

It quickly became apparent that this was no ordinary movie. It was a collection of clips that she had taken of the two of them. In total, it showed an hour of intense moments of Michael’s straining cock and Cheryl’s teasing torments of his submissive form. Some moments were familiar to him, others less so, taken when he had drifted in to a sub-space with the intensity of activity and his own contrasting needs to serve and to come.

Michael gained a new appreciation of his own sense of limits, and of Cheryl’s ingenuity. Throughout the film Cheryl toyed with his body, teasing and pinching his nipples, touching his cock, but never enough to take him closer to an orgasm. Occasionally she straddled his lap, pressing his hard cock between their stomachs while she kissed him deeply. And each time the film depicted one of Cheryl’s orgasms she gave the plug controls a little tweak, slowly inflating it and always increasing the tempo of it’s vibration. Notably, the film omitted any orgasm Michael may have had. Cheryl smiled and mentioned this, noting how realistic that really seemed to be lately.

As the final scenes in the film rolled on the screen, Cheryl adjusted her position to hold the plug control in one hand and Michael’s cock in the other. Gently she milked his pre-cum into the condom as he watched her take him closer and closer to an intense orgasm on the screen. With an amazing sense of timing, the camera closed in on his cock and her stroking hand, and at the very moment of the onscreen orgasm a number of things happened.

The screen went blank. Cheryl’s grip on his cock tightened, ensuring no sympathetic response allowed him to cum. And a single press of a button on the plug control forced a large quantity of fluid into Michael’s ass.

“AAAAAHHHH,” he groaned at the multiple conflicting stimuli. The feeling of the ejaculating plug nearly drove him off his seat, but his tethered arms and Cheryl’s leg, casually thrown across his lap an instant before held him in place. Panting wildly, his eyes wide, Michael gasped at his Mistress, his eyes begging for an explanation.

“OH!,” Cheryl said, smiling broadly, “did I forget to mention that this one will also fill you ass with whatever I put in it. You can thank me later for that extra generous portion of olive oil for a little more lubricant.”

Michael moaned, wondering what further torments were in store for him.

Releasing his arms, Cheryl handed Michael the butt plug controls. “Assume your position on the bed,” she directed.

A few minutes later Cheryl entered the bedroom. And directed, Michael lay on the bed, his hips elevated by the bolster, the wide base of the plug holding his ass cheeks apart. Sitting at the end of the bed, Cheryl knew he didn’t need to be tied anymore. She picked up the plug’s controls and toyed with the speed and size controls. Michael moaned at the mixed sensations in his ass.

“Are you ok?” Cheryl asked.

“Yes Mistress,” he answered.

“I want more,” she said, “will you submit?”

“Yes Mistress,” he replied deliberately, “I will submit.”

“Good, I plan to fuck you. I will use a strap-on dildo, and I will do it thoroughly. I have also decided to let you come tonight.”

As she said this Cheryl gently stroked his cock to focus his desires.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he answered.

“Now lie still while I prepare,” she directed as she reinflated the plug and turned its vibrator to its highest setting.

Some time later, Michael did not know how long, Cheryl re-entered the room. “Get off the bed, you silly slut,” she ordered, “and kneel on the floor at the foot.”

Michael knew what was expected of him, and being careful of the plug in his ass and its hanging controls he did as instructed. With spread knees he knelt a foot from the end of the bed, in the same place he had stood earlier in the evening. His rigid cock thrust forward from his groin, tight in its latex sheath, the tip noticeably full of his dripping precum from the evening.

Cheryl moved into his sight. He gaped silently. She wore a brief latex body suit that covered her form tightly from just below her magnificent breasts to a few inches below her crotch. Black elbow length gloves covered her hands and forearms. But the most striking part of her attire was the strap-on dildo she wore. Two inches thick and ten long, it protruded upwards from her groin like a menacing weapon, exactly what it was meant to be. On his knees, Cheryl’s phallus was intentionally at Michael’s face level as she walked toward him and stood beside him.

Stroking her thick cock she asked, “do you like my cock? You’re going to like it even more after I fuck you with it.”

Kneeling beside him she reached out to touch Michael’s cock. It has lost none of its rigidity as he accepted with evident arousal her control over him and his willing submission to her. Slowly she began stroking him. The combination of the plug in his ass and her fingers on his cock led swiftly to the inevitable.

With hardly any contact Michael was soon spurting into the condom. Cheryl continued to milk his shaft, drawing every droplet of his hot cum into the sheath. Michael looked at her strangely, so often if he was allowed to come, then it was the final act of the evening. He wondered if this signalled the end of their session.

Cheryl seemed to read his thoughts, “Don’t worry, my little slut,” she whispered, “I promised I was going to fuck you, and that exactly what I plan to do.”

As she spoke Cheryl slid the full condom from Michael’s shrinking cock. She also stopped the plug vibrations and released the air from its inflatable shaft. She watched as Michael relaxed at all these apparent indications of a session’s end.

He sat back on his thighs as she moved in front of him and sat on the end of the bed. The thick black strap-on dildo pointed at him. He watched, trance-like as she took the condom and poured its contents over her rigid cock. With two fingers she spread his come over the dildo’s head and shaft. Then she reached out to slide those fingers into Michael’s mouth.

“You like it when I taste your cum while I suck your cock,” she explained, “Now it’s your turn.”

“Now suck my cock, you slut,” she ordered in her sternest tines of the night.

Hesitant, Michael paused, considering this turn of events. Cheryl brooked no such pause and took his head in her hands, pulling his mouth down on her phallus.

Slowly he began to lick his come from the head of her ‘cock’. He couldn’t not think of it as just that. With increasing intensity he began to suck and lick the phallus, trying hard to please his Mistress while she watched. She had fed him his come before, from her hands, her mouth and from her body, but this was the first time he had to accept it in such a manner.

Eventually Cheryl seemed satisfied. Pushing him away she stood. The cock trembled with the movement, its vibrating obviously carried to her own clitoris. Stepping aside she ordered Michael onto the bed. He lay across the bolster, spread his legs obediently, and waited for his Mistress to take him, unable to resist.

Cheryl knelt on the bed between his spread thighs. Reaching down she grasped the base of the inflatable plug and slowly drew it from his ass. Then. grasping Michael’s hips, she moved forward, forcing his thighs further apart by the pressure of her own against them.

Slowly she fed the broad head of her cock into his stretched anus. He moaned as she leaned forward, pushing its thickness into him. Patiently, she pushed the entire shaft into his well-used ass.

With a hand on each of his hips she readied herself.

“And now,” my little house slut, “I’m going to give you the fucking you have been waiting for. There’ll be no more little cocks on my hips, you’ll learn to take this and appreciate it.”

And with that warning she drew her hips back until only the head remained inside him, and firmly thrust forward to drive the entire length back into his ass.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Michael sighed as he pressed back against her thrusts.