continued from part 2

Part 3: Monday

And I thought the previous night was uncomfortable! I must have been left bound, gagged and standing for a ridiculous amount of time. I almost didn’t think Stacey would leave me like that for so long, and when I heard her come in that eveing, I expected her to come in and let me down for the night. But no, she didn’t even come into the bathroom at all, or say anything. I was left for the whole night, drooling through my gag (which Stacey had made so tight), and thinking. Stacey had completely taken me by surprise with the collar. It was hard to express really how I felt about it. It may not have seemed much too some people, but to me it made me feel that Stacey really did care for me, and enjoyed me as her slave. It was as though she thought so highly of me that she’d ‘called’ me as her slave – no one else was getting hold of me now. And while I was hanging there that night, vaguely glimpsing my collar in the mirror in the darkness, I realised that being her slave was the greatest feeling I’d ever had.

I didn’t want it to end....

Well, at least I still had the rest of the week!

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Somehow, I did eventually manage to fall asleep. I guess I was just so exhausted from all the pleasures and torments I’d been put through over the last two days. I was woken by a hand delicately stroking my cock.

“Wakey, wakey Pet,” Stacey cooed, toying with my manhood idly, “I must have worn you out yesterday, you didn’t even wake up when I came in here.” She grinned at me rather playfully as I blinked my eyes open. She was wearing a kind of silk dressing gown, and left it open so I could see she was wearing nothing underneath it. “You’re going to need more stamina than that for what I have in store...” she continued.

By this point of my captivity, I’d more or less given up on trying to control my cock – this experience had seemed to give it a mind of its own! Stacey laughed as it grew harder in her hand. “Mmmmm, well nice to know you have SOME stamina...” she giggled, as she eyed me playfully, as though deciding how best to use me. She went over to the sink and up a glass of water, took off my gag and let me drink or a bit, before playfully reinserting it. She bit her lip, smiled and turned, flicking her hair round, and without a word , went back to the sink and started to get ready. As she started to wash, she looked at me, smiled to herself, and then hung her towel on my cock.

“Hold that for, me will you honey?” she smiled, “and I better not find any cum on there when I take it back, or I think some punishment will be required...” She smiled so sadistically as she left that hanging in the air, and then continued getting ready. I suddenly grew very conscious of my cock, and tried desperately not to get too excited. Of course, the more I thought about it all, the more excited I got. Eventually, Stacey finished up, and smiling took the towel from me. She looked over it carefully “Good boy,” she smiled, “not a drop! I’m glad I own such an obedient cock...” Stacey just laughed playfully to herself, and without another word, left me hanging there.

It wasn’t long though, before I heard the tell-tale click of her heels coming towards the bathroom. She stepped in seductively to reveal that she was indeed wearing her sexy black leather boots, so shiny (partly from where I’d been made to polish them with my tongue so much yesterday) and so seductive. As she stepped into the bathroom, I noticed the same sexy leather jacket Stacey had worn to ‘kidnap’ me, as well as those soft leather gloves, sexy leather bra and very short leather skirt.

She defiantly looked like a beautiful Mistress dressed like that! She came over to me and didn’t say anything at first. She just surveyed my body (or her possession) and then began to stroke it subtly.

“You’ve been standing up for sooo long, haven’t you my sweet,” she purred, as she stroked my new collar, running her gloved fingers over the lettering, “would you like me to let you down?”

“Mmmmpphh!” I nodded my head emphatically.

Stacey smiled, and slowly unbuckled my gag, “You think you deserve to be let down, my pet?”

“No Mistress,” I gasped at the sudden relief, “I don’t deserve anything, I’m worthless. I’m lucky you are even merciful enough to look at me”.

Stacey closed her eyes, smiling, and moaned to herself. “That’s very true slave,” she purred, as she grabbed my cock. I whimpered slightly, as she opened her eyes and stared into mine. “Keep going, my little slut!”

“Please, Mistress,” I begged, “I’ll be a good little slut, the best! I’ll serve you anyway you please. I only exist to please you...!” I moaned as she began to wank me off, slowly. The feeling of her soft leather fingers driving me mad.

Stacey smiled, “I think I’m satisfied you know your place, toy,” she purred, stopping just as I was approaching my climax. She laughed as she untied me from the railing and undid the bonds round my ankles and elbows, “And after all, I can’t use my slave if he’s strung up in here all day, can I?”

“No Mistress,” I grovelled, “thank you, Mistress!” Stacey merely smiled. She knew just how much she’d made me her personal sex toy, and seemed to love every minute of it.

“Good boy” she said, pulling on the rope from my hands, making me hobble after her. I moved as fast as I could, like an obedient dog on the end of a leash. It was extra hard considering I’d been standing up or so long – my feet were killing me. “I know you’ve been standing up for so long, honey”, she said, as she led me into her bedroom, “so I’m gonna let you sit down for a while”.

I stared as we went into her room. There in the middle was a wooden hard backed chair. I knew exactly where this was going...

“Thank you Mistress,” I gasped, “you are so kind to me!”

“I know I am, pet,” Stacey smiled as she led me over to the chair and turned to me, smiling, “but you will cooperate now, wont you? Or I won’t be so nice.” She smiled, and then shoved me, straight onto the chair. I couldn’t have resisted if I tried, with my knees bound the way they were, and I just plopped onto the chair. Stacey seemed to just pounce on me, and very quickly had my ankles and (with a little bit of help from her obedient slave) my thighs bound just a tight as my knees. She simply smiled and stroked my chest as she undid my wrists.

“Be good now pet, and don’t struggle, or there will be hell to pay...” she purred, as she took my hands behind my back, and fed them through the back of the chair, before tying them together. She them pushed me so my back was right up against the chair and did the same with my elbows.

“Now to make sure my pet really can’t escape, “ she remarked, as she produced even more rope and wrapped it round my chest, round my arms, and round the back of the chair. With no mercy, Stacey tightened the rope so I had no chance of moving off the back of the chair, and then repeated the process at my stomach. I tried to squirm against my bonds, but my movement was almost nil. It was incredible! Stacey merely observed my attempts to struggle and smiled.

“Is it nice and tight, baby?” she queried, seductively.

“Very Mistress,” I replied quickly, “It’s fantastic”.

“Good,” Stacey smiled, “because I’m not done yet!” And with that, she bent down and proceeded to tightly lash my ankles and knees to the rungs of the chair, and then smiling, she leaned onto my lap, and begun to bind my thighs to the seat of the chair. I couldn’t help but stare at her wonderful cleavage as she worked. Then, with a satisfied huff, she stood up to survey her handiwork. I can honestly say I’d never felt so restricted! I struggled and squirmed, but every part of me was welded to the chair (other than my ever excited ‘friend’, who Stacey had seemed to have quite intentionally left exposed).

Stacey smiled at me, and begun walking around me slowly, surveying her bound prize. I heard her pick something up off the desk behind me, and felt her breath on the back of my neck. “I hope you appreciate being allowed to sit, slave,” she whispered into my ear, kissing it softly, “I could have left you hanging in that bathroom all week...”

“I do Mistress,” I assured, “You’ve always been so good to me. It’s an honour to be your slave Mistress!” Stacey laughed and came round in front of me. I moaned with pleasure as she sat on my lap, straddling me, being very careful to stay just out of reach of my exposed cock, and part her arms round me.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?” she whispered into my ear again, as she kissed my cheek softly.

“Yes Mistress” I whispered, barely able to contain myself.

“Good,” Stacey said, as she sensually kissed me on the lips. I felt like I was just melting in her embrace! As our lips parted, she moved her head and whispered in my ear “But I’m tired of hearing you speak, slut...” and before I could utter a word of protest, she shoved the large rubber ball she’d been holding in one hand in my mouth, and then wrapped layer after layer of sticky duct tape round and round my mouth. She laughed at my renewed struggling as she ripped of the end of the tape and smoothed it over my sealed lips.

“Ssssh baby!” she purred, putting a finger to her lips, “there is no point struggling now, no one can hear my little pet!” She smiled as she began stroking my gagged lips with a gloved finger. “No-one knows you are here but me, and don’t worry, my lips are sealed,” she giggled, as she kissed my gag, “just like yours!”

“Mmmmmmpppphhh!” I moaned pathetically, feeling the taste of the rubber ball stuffed in my mouth, and the hopeless stickiness of the layers of tape.

“Now,” Stacey smiled, as she put her arms round me again, straddling me, and glancing down at my cock, which was now practically dancing for attention. “After all that hard work, don’t you think your Mistress deserves some reward, pet?”

“Mmmmmmmmpppppphhhhh!!” I moaned in ecstasy, as Stacey lowered herself onto my crotch, allowing my cock to move up under her miniskirt.

“Show me how much you desire me, slave”, she whispered in my ear, as I entered her, and she began pushing into my body.

“MMMMMMMPPPHHHH!” I screamed. I could barely contain myself as my cock thrusted inside her, as my Mistress rubbed her leather clad body against mine. Several times, her leather clad breasts pushed into my face as she rode me. She continued to use my helpless body, until we both climaxed, as my load squirted deep inside her. Stacey sighed, satisfied and pulled away, looking lovingly at my gagged face, struggling for air.

“Mmmmm, that was good slave,” she purred seductively, bending forward so she could whisper in my ear. “And it’s only morning yet!”

It didn’t matter I was so tightly gagged. I was speechless!

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It was much later, and I was still securely welded to that chair. My cock had been well used throughout the day, with Stacey popping into her bedroom often for either a quick tease, or a prolonged session of torment and pleasure. Still, it was much better that being strung up in that bathroom! Eventually, reasonably early in the evening came back into the room, her eyes full of mischief.

“You’ve been cooped up on that chair for too long, my toy,” she purred as she came round behind me. “Besides,” she whispered into my ear, “I have a use for you. And you’ll do anything for your Mistress, won’t you?” Despite all my stiffness and tight bindings, I nodded without hesitation. I was hardly in a position to say no - she owned me!

“Good boy,” she said, as she begun loosening me from the chair, until eventually, I was bound just at my ankles and with my wrists in front of me (and of course, still tightly gagged), lying helplessly on the floor. It felt wonderful to be able to move my limbs again!

“Now my little pet,” Stacey laughed, “It’s time to go downstairs.” I looked at her quizzically? How? She normally tied my knees so I could hobble, and had a rope on my wrists to drag me. Stacey laughed as she produced something long and made of leather. “Maybe it’s time I showed you the other part of your new collar...”

If I hadn’t of been gagged, I’d have gasped as she bent down and attached the leather leash to a ring I hadn’t noticed on the back of my collar. Stacey laughed seductively and pulled on it, jerking me forward. “Come on doggy, I don’t want to miss my TV program.” She pulled again, and I was forced to dutifully follow as best I could, shuffling along on all fours with my bound wrists and ankles. “Good puppy,” Stacey mocked as I started to get used to it. I blushed fiercely as I realised that’s exactly what I was now. I squealed as Stacey gave my arse a strong poke with her booted foot. “Faster, doggy, or I may have to put you outside,” she laughed. She wouldn’t would she?

Eventually, we made it downstairs, though it had been tiring work for me. Stacey didn’t seem to care, and merely sat down on the sofa, pulling me along by my leash. “Now doggy, be a good pet and stand right there,” and before I could do anything, she placed her feet up on my back and turned on the television. I moaned through my gag.

“Shut up pet, I’m trying to watch this,” she snapped with authority, “You’re my footstool now, live with it.” I moaned again, and tried to lie down on the floor, but Stacey quickly jabbed me in the stomach with the heel of a booted foot. “Oh no you don’t, slave” she crowed, “you’re staying like that, or you’ll have to please me some other way.”

I shut up and tried my best, but with Stacey’s feet on my back, it was hard to stay in that position for so long. I was hoping after her program had finished, she’d let me get down. As it turned out, the program was an hour long! My muscles were burning by the end of it, but I didn’t want another jab in the ribs. Finally, the program ended. But Stacey didn’t say a word! She actually flicked over the channel and started watching something else! I couldn’t hold it anymore and collapsed. Stacey glared at me and jabbed me again.

“Dear me slave, looks like me may need to condition you for this!” She bent down and to my surprise, began to ungag me, “but you did last longer than I expected, so I won’t be hard on you.” She stripped my gag away, took out the ball, pulled me up on my knees  and leant back on the sofa spreading her legs. “You know what to do doggy!” she smiled. I dutifully began licking my Mistress’ pussy, lapping away as I heard her moan with pleasure. But before I could bring her to orgasm, the phone began to ring.

“God dammit!” Stacey breathed, as she pushed me away with her boot. “You be a quiet little boy now!” she said sternly, as she took the phone and pressed the call button.

“Hello?”

I just lay on the ground, panting hard. Stacey just eyed me playfully.

“...Oh, hello Charlie!...”

I felt Stacey’s booted foot suddenly begin to stroke my cock. I suppressed a moan.

“...I’m good, how are you?...”

The boot stopped stroking, and begun to put some pressure on my genitals. I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. Stacey glared at me accusingly.

“...So what are you up to?...”

The boot began to press harder down on me, but before another sound could come out of my mouth, Stacey shoved her other booted foot deep in my mouth, gagging me.

“...That’s cool...”

Stacey smiled sadistically and watched as I tried to cry out through my gagged mouth as she crushed my penis.

“...Not much, just playing with my slave...”

“Mmmmpphh??!” I startled. She was telling someone about us? That was a rule, we never told anyone about this!

“...Yeah, I said slave...”

Stacey just pressed her boot even firmer into my mouth as I began to try and protest. All I could taste was the sexy leather!

“...Yeah, I keep him here, all tied up. Bound and gagged if he’s too noisy...”

I was getting frantic now. What was she doing??

“...Yeah, I make him do ANYTHING I want him to. He’s my little pet...

All the while, Stacey just smiled using both her boots to apply a firm pressure.

“..I just took him...Nope, no one knows what’s happened to him, his all mine....”

I was blushing so much. Why was she doing this?

“...Ha ha, of course I’m pulling your leg! You really think I’d do that?...”

Stacey winked at me, and I collapsed. I’d never been so freaked! But then, I should never have doubted her, I knew better than that. Stacey was one the phone for another half an hour before I, (and my cock) where released from her boots. I lay there panting for a second before she spoke.

“I don’t think you had finished, slave,” she said sternly, before helping me up, and pushing my face under her skirt, “Finish what you started, boy. And after misbehaving so much while I was on the phone, you’ve got to bring me to orgasm twice”. And so I carried on where I had left off, I licked and licked and licked until Stacey was eventually satisfied.

I spent the rest of the night bound and gagged like a dog on the floor, with my Mistress propping her feet up on me, toying with me with those boots, every so often jabbing or stroking me. After all I’d done today, I was thankful for the rest, but I knew that Stacey realised how hard I’d been working for her. Eventually she grew bored of the TV, and led me back upstairs, as her puppy on a leash, and led me back into the bathroom, where she tied my leash to the towel bar.

“Just so you don’t wander off,” she purred stroking my cheek. She removed my ball gag, gave me some water, tightened my gag back into place, and kissed me on the nose.

“You’re such a good boy” she smiled, and with that, turned and left me in the bathroom for the night. I lay down on the tiled floor and was asleep within minutes.

All I dreamt of was her.

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