2: Sunday

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.

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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 off 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!”

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!”

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“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.

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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.

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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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