Cumming in the Closet

It was to be a long session. Mistress called me from work and told me to be ready to be well used. It had been a difficult day and she would be taking out her frustrations on me! Once the chores were finished I went up to her bedroom to prepare. First I loaded the CD player and set it to repeat to provide background music for my wait. Then I opened the Toy Box and began to prepare.

First I put on the black Basque with its garters. It covers from below the breasts to my waist and is quite tight when it is fastened. Next I drew on the long black seamed stockings. Carefully I drew them upward until I could fasten them to the Basque with the garters. Checking the seams to be sure they were straight I then carefully disarrayed the right stocking so as to annoy the Mistress. Not that she would need an excuse to use me well, but there is no use in taking chances.

Next I bend over and put on the high heels. The high arch (5 inches) combined with the wide ankle straps make for a delicious bit of height and bondage. Especially after the straps are locked, securely fastening my feet in their bonds.

I pick up the Cock harness and fasten the waist strap over the Basque and bring the cock ring down to my stiffening cock. I pull the balls through first and then squeeze the flaccid penis through. It stays shrivelled for only a moment and then begins to expand and swell. Now I get out the creme and grease the butt plug. Then taking a generous quantity of creme on my fingertips I reach past the dangling harness and begin to apply the lubricant to my anus. Slowly I slide my finger in my rigid ring muscle and slip it in and out stretching my rim to accommodate the butt plug. Finally I pick up the butt plug and press its' head to my anus. Gently I begin to force it deep with in, squeezing to tire the muscles of my 'back door' so that suddenly it is forcing the widest part of itself past my nether hole and I gasp as it makes its' way home.

It is the work of a moment to grasp the crotch strap and pull it tight forcing the butt plug even deeper with in me. My cheeks are pushed apart by the width of the strap and I wriggle my ass to revel in its fullness. I fasten the thigh cuffs to complete the imprisonment of my buttocks and take a moment to strut about in my captivity. I like the sight of myself as I teeter on the high heels and wriggle my hips and ass. I feel like the little slut that my Mistress likes me to be and my cock hardens in anticipation.

My collar and leash come next, and when they are securely fastened I get out the wrist and ankle cuffs with eight locks and four lengths of chain. It takes only a moment to fasten them about my limbs with the chain and place the locks in the eyeballs in the doorframe of the closet. I make a last pass through the apartment making sure all is secure and ready for the arrival of the Mistress in about two or three hours. Then I turn on the CD player and go to the closet. On the way I pick up the blindfold and ball gag harness.

I stand in the doorframe and bending left then right fasten my ankles to the lower eyebolts. My legs are held wide and stretched and I revel in the helplessness I am about to experience. Quickly I put on the blindfold and make it fast. Next I open my mouth and render myself mute with the ball gag deep with in. It is the work of an instant to pull the straps tight silencing me and holding me in anticipation of my service.

Straining I reach up and find the last two eyebolts overhead. Working one handed I slip the end of the chain at my wrists through the locks above and then with two final clicks I am bound spread-eagle in the closet doorway of my Mistresses bedroom. Now I can only wait for her to come home and release me to my servitude. I shudder with anticipation.

Time passes. In the darkness behind the blindfold I can only wait and savour my helplessness. From the arch of my feet in their high heels, to the butt plug deep with in I am only an instrument of my Mistresses pleasure. My feet begin to ache and my legs tremble from standing so long. I have completely lost track of time. I no longer can remember how many times the CDs have cycled through and it seems longer than I can imagine.

Finally in my daze I stiffen and tense. Is that the sound of footsteps approaching the apartment door? I almost scream in relief when I hear the sound of a key in the lock and I hear the click clack of the Mistresses heels in the foyer. The door closes and I follow the sounds as Mistress moves about the apartment. Finally she comes into the bedroom and I hear the click of the light switch. Silence reigns as I wait in darkness. I hear the rustle of her clothes as she moves away and I am left only with the scent of her perfume.

The dresser drawer opens and I hear clothe swish as it is removed and dropped to the floor. I listen as Mistress begins to dress herself and I wonder what it is she will be wearing or if I will even be allowed to see. Finally she walks over and stands behind me and I know with out seeing that I am being inspected.

"Well my pretty one," she says, "Are you ready to be well used?" Frantically I nod yes and moan into my gag.

Laughing the Mistress says, "Don’t go away then, I'll be right back," and I hear the sound of her high heels go into the kitchen and mix a drink.

More time passes. Now I am becoming stiff from my restrained position and my cock aches from anticipation. At last I hear her footsteps return and my Mistress begins to run her hands over my bound, silk clad body. Grasping my swollen cock she coos, "My we need to do something about this, don't we?"

I moan into the gag and Mistress squeezes my shaft sharply in warning, "I've warned you before about speaking haven't I slave?"

I nod yes and she continues, "It seems I'll have to remind you again. Not only are you speaking with out permission but also you have a crooked seam in your stockings. What ever shall we do about this?"

With that she lets go of my prick and wanders off to the Toy Box. Her return is signalled by a caress along my inner thigh. It is not her hand that touches feather light up to my buttocks and then down to my heel tracing the line of the seam in the black hose. It then continues back up the other heel to my buttocks again. Flinching I try to pull away from this odd caress. What is it that the Mistress is touching me with? As if she was reading my mind she tells me.

"In case you were wondering what this is," she says once more continuing the slow caress of my thighs and buttocks, "it is a little friend of mine called a cane, that I use to remind forgetful slaves of their place."

Just as she finishes speaking she lifts it away from my flesh and strikes a sharp stinging blow to each cheek. I yelp into the gag and try to pull away from the pain but I can only sway back and forth in my bonds. Even this scant amount of movement is intolerable to the Mistress because she says, "You have a bit too much freedom to be proper slave. We need to make some rearrangements."

My hands are unshackled from above and brought together behind my back. Next a broad leather strap is fastened above my elbows and pulled taut until they nearly touch. A rope is fastened between my wrists and passed through the eyebolt directly overhead. As the Mistress pulls on this, my wrists are pulled upward and I am forced to bend at the waist. Soon my leash is touching the floor and Mistress pauses to shorten it and lock it to the eyebolt placed there for this purpose. Then my arms are pulled up once more until I am nearly immobile.

My head is below the level of my waist, pinioned by the leash, while my wrists and arms are pulled nearly straight up, and my feet are held in place to the floor. My buttocks jut outward and now invite the attention of the cane that my Mistress begins to once more brandish behind me.

"I think about 25 to each cheek should be a sufficient reminder not to speak and to keep your seams straight. Don't you slave?” she purrs.

Before I can reply she strikes first one cheek and then the other. Sometimes it is three in a row to each side. Sometimes they fall left, right and a pause. Other times it is a single blow to a side and I am left to wait for the next one for what seems forever. Between times the Mistress uses the cane to caress my burning buns or rubs them with her hand.

"You are getting a fine shade of red my Pretty one," she says, “Maybe we need to do this more often."

Blow after blow falls but slowly through the pain of the sharp stinging blows I begin to feel a heat build in my cock. As the blows land the pain starts to take me closer and closer to orgasm. Soon I am almost thrusting my hips like a slut in heat trying for just a bit more sensation. I lost count of the blows at about nine or ten and it is almost with a sigh of regret that I greet the announcement that she is through. Softly she caresses my flaming ass and reaches between my legs to feel my prick. "One would have thought you were getting turned on there at the end,” she says as she touches the head of my shaft.

"My Pretty one," she purrs, “You almost came didn't you?"

When I make no reply she cuts me across a cheek with the cane again. "Didn't you?” she asks.

Quickly I nod yes behind the blindfold and the gag.

Laughing Mistress promises, "Well if you are very, very good to your Mistress I may let you come later. Much later."

Now Mistress leaves me for a short while. My ass throbs with the heat of my caning. In the dark I feel the tight restrictiveness of my bonds. Bent over at the waist, with my arms bound tightly elbow to wrist, every inch of me feels my enslavement.

I hear the sharp clicking of my Mistresses footsteps as she once more approaches me. I feel a sharp tug at my wrists, as the rope to the top of the doorframe is pulled even tighter and then sag in relief, as it is unfastened. A tug on my leash brings me to my knees with my ankles still attached to the base of the doorframe. Now my ankles are released, and the chains from each side are brought together and locked to a third length of chain that is run up to my wrists. Next the gag is removed from my mouth and Mistress stands in front of me.

I know what it is she expects and I quickly bend and seek her feet in the dark to give her the homage she deserves. After I kiss her feet my leash is unlocked from the floor, and she tugs on it to signal me to return to my kneeling position.

"I will be in the living room Slave. You will crawl to me on your knees to serve me further," she commands. I pause to listen to her footsteps recede in the direction of the living room and then begin my blind fettered journey to service her.

Hobbled as I am I lose all track of time as I crawl to the living room. When I finally enter I pause to try and determine just where the Mistress is. At last I hear the clink of ice cubes as she sets down her drink and I hasten to crawl to her side. Carefully I kneel beside her as she lies at ease in her chair, and I wait in anticipation for her to take heed of my presence. I hear her turn the page of a magazine she is reading and then she lies back in the recliner.

"My boots are in need of a cleaning Slave. Put your Slave tongue to work on them."

Eagerly I crawl to her feet and turn to face her. Slowly I search her boots out with my blindfolded face and begin to lick and suck at her boots. The leather is slick and warm beneath my tongue as I give her my devotion. I savour the taste of the leather and the smell of her. I work my way up their length to the top, which is just above her ankles. I am almost disappointed that they are not her thigh high boots, which would offer me the chance to draw near to her most secret depths.

Finished for the moment, I pause as she crosses her ankles and begin to clean her boots again. I spend long moments taking the length of the spike heels into my mouth and lick and suck on them as I wish she would on my bound cock.

After a time she notices that I have finished with her boots. Now she commands me to remove them and begin on her feet. Using only my teeth because of my bound hands I untie her boots and slowly work the laces loose to free her feet. At last they are free and I revel in the twin aroma of her boots and her silken clad flesh. Once more I lick and suck at the feet of my Mistress. Slowly I suck on each smooth toe through the confines of the stockings, and then I languidly bathe the lengths of her soles with my tongue.

Tiring of my ministrations to her feet, Mistress orders me to sit back. I hear the recliner fold back and I am ordered to crawl forward. Can it mean that she is ready to use me for her pleasure? Casually she leans forward and picks up the end of my leash. With a gentle pull I am drawn deeply between her legs. I feel the heat of her thighs along my face, and I smell the sweet dusky scent of her innermost recesses.

"Use your tongue Slave. Eat me," She commands.

I need no further urging, and in the darkness of my blindfold I gently bring my lips to hers. Slowly I ease my tongue into the dark wet folds of her slit and I taste of her nectar. I work my tongue deeper as I slide it between her labia and begin to lick at her tender flesh. Savouring the scent and taste of her I begin to lap up her juices, and run my tongue from the base of her slit to her clit. Her lips begin to expand and swell from her arousal, and I am rewarded by her warm throaty purr of pleasure.

"Yes, deeper Slave," she moans, and I obediently thrust my tongue into her depths. After a time I work my way up to her clit and when my tongue caresses it Mistress grabs my head with her hands and pulls me in tight to her.

Her thighs imprison me as I suck hard on her clitoris and begin to caress the little man in the boat with my tongue. Around and around and around I move my tongue varying firm slow strokes with quick darting flicks. Soon I feel her thighs tremor in rhythm to my tongue and I know it is only a matter of moments before she is on the brink.

Slowly I ease back for a moment, and she quivers on the very edge of sensation when I begin to deliberately stroke her clit and I am nearly pushed away as she begins to buck her hips and cry out in pleasure. While she slowly comes down from the heights I gently kiss and caress her thighs between the tops of her stockings and her lips with mine.

Reaching forward she removes my blindfold and rewards me with a glimpse of her. Her full breasts are displayed on the shelf of her red satin bustier. Her pale thigh flesh contrasts nicely with the curly hair of her pubes and her red stockings. I lean back as she releases me from between her thighs and I see the full length of her legs in her stockings.

Gazing up at her in worship I can only hope that she will use me further. I need not worry. As soon as she has caught her breath she gives me new commands.

"You have pleased me Slave. Now go to the bedroom and bring me back my latex briefs with the dildo built in."

"Yes, Mistress," I reply. Carefully I rock back on my heels and slowly stand up. It is difficult to catch my balance because of my bound wrists and the fetters on my ankles but once upright I quickly proceed back to the bedroom. I revel in the twist and sway of my hips as I journey back to the toy box in the closet. Kneeling before the toy box I turn and can barely bring my fingers to the handle of the lowest drawer. Carefully I open it and turn about.

There in the drawer are the Mistress's latex toys. I lean forward and with my mouth I pick up her dildo briefs from the drawer. The shaft of the dildo slides between my lips and the body of the briefs hang obscenely in front of my face. Slowly I suck on the shaft until the base of the dildo is at my lips and I stand and return to the Mistress in the living room.

While I have been in the bedroom the Mistress has been busy. From the closet she has brought out the pillory, which tells me that she intends to use me quite well this evening. Now I kneel before the Mistress as she stands by the base of the Pillory and wait as she takes the dildo pants from my lips. I tremble in anticipation as she slides them up her long legs and carefully adjusts the prong and jutting shaft on the inside to her satisfaction. The slender black phallus thrusts out obscenely from her crotch and I am curiously aroused by this sight.

Now she struts back to her chair and carefully pulls her red, high heeled ankle boots on and laces them up. Next she stalks back to stand before me. Snapping her fingers she points to the floor and I strain to bend over and kiss her feet. Carefully I lick and caress her boots until she tires of my submissive display when she snaps her fingers again and points to her out thrust penis. I lick my lips in anticipation and then slowly I begin to lick and suck on her shaft.

As I kiss and caress on it with only my lips it bobs and weaves about. I know that this causes the interior shaft and prong to rub and caress her clit and vagina at the same time. With a soft purring moan from her lips I know that I have succeeded in arousing my Mistress also.

Now I slide my lips to the end of the shaft, and move so that I am facing the Mistress. Slowly, ever so slowly I take the full length of her latex shaft into my mouth. It is so long that it soon is at the back of my throat and I begin to choke on it. Easing back a bit I suck on its length in my mouth and let myself become accustomed to its fullness. Again and again I slide it to the back of my mouth until suddenly Mistress shoves her hips and my lips are forced to the base of its length and it forces its way down my throat. For a moment I panic and then I relax and let it slide in and out of my lips. Slowly she begins to fuck my face thrusting it to the hilt in my mouth.

I suck on it in time to her thrusts and soon she begins to tremble as the additional stimulation begins to make it felt on her clit. With a guttural growl she comes and she spasms from the force of her orgasm.

"Well," she announces as she catches her breath and removes her latex phallus from my lips, "If your mouth felt that good your ass will be wonderful indeed."

Picking up my leash she leads me to the waiting pillory. My neck is placed in the centre hole of the bottom half. It takes her but a moment to slide the top half down and to lock it securely holding me bent over at the waist with my chest parallel to the floor. Next the chain between my ankles running to my wrists is unlocked and my arms are pulled upward toward my head by means of it. A quiet click announces that it is fastened to the top of the pillory.

Now my legs are spread apart and secured in the horizontal stocks provided at the foot of the pillory. Not only do they hold my feet secure and immobile but also they provide a short platform for the Mistress to stand on. So secured I am subjected to rubs and caresses on my posterior which is still tender from my earlier caning. Stroking my ass Mistress comes to a decision. "You need to be a bit redder before I screw you in the ass. Wait here while I get the paddle and a gag."

Unable to move because of the extreme bondage I have been placed in I await the return of my Mistress. My buttocks extend outward helpless to resist any use to which the Mistress may wish to put them. I hear the click-clack of the Mistress's high heels as she returns from the bedroom and I tense in fear and anticipation.

Slowly now she walks about me viewing her restrained property. Standing in front of me she holds up the ball gag. Commands are unnecessary as I open my mouth to receive it.

"That's right Slave," she says, "We don't want to bother the neighbours with unneeded noise."

Pulling the straps tight, she rubs my cheek with the paddle, and laughs as I flinch from its caress.

"Not to worry, Slave. It's your other cheeks that will feel this."

Now she stalks behind me, leaving me to await her pain or pleasure. Softly she caresses my rear with the smooth surface of the paddle. Her hand slides between my legs to pet my hard aching shaft. I shake at her touch and she laughs to have had such an effect on me. Suddenly without warning she strikes! Blows begin to land on first one cheek and then the other. I feel the heat of them start to build and I writhe and squirm from the blows.

Held captive at neck and ankles, I struggle in vain to escape. To no avail I cry out for mercy into the muffling restraint of the gag. For a moment I don't think the Mistress has heard me but then she stops. Gently she caresses my burning cheeks and murmurs, "No, not quite red enough yet."

With that blows fall all over my exposed buns. From the tops of the stockings to the bottom edge of the bustier she rains sharp stinging blow after blow. This is alternated with cool strokes from her hands until even her caresses are painful. Tears are running down my cheeks when she finally announces that my buttocks are red enough. Heat pours from them and I wince at her slightest touch. Now she reaches between my cheeks and loosens the strap of the cock harness running between them. Carefully she grasps the base of the butt plug and works it loose. It pulls free and I am left with a feeling of emptiness in my ass that I long to beg for her to fill. Nor am I left too long as she stands behind me on the platform of the pillory.

"I hope you greased the plug well," she says as she places the head of her dildo on the rim of my anus.

Softly she teases me running it up and down the crack of my ass and then just the head of it in. My nether rim is still stretched from the hours with the butt plug in it and it slides past it easily as I relax. Swiftly it glides in to the base and I scream into the gag as she rams into my still flaming cheeks.

Patting my ass causes me to jounce around as she laughs and comments that the gag was a very good idea. Now she slowly alternates five long slow penetrations of my ass with fifteen quick, sharp thrusts. My cock bobs and weaves as I am butt-fucked and I can feel the approach of an orgasm. Finally she begins a long series of long, slow, deep thrusts as she lies over on my back and grasps my cock with both hands. Now in counter time to her thrusts she begins to masturbate me, and I screw her hands in rhythm to her thrusts.

"You want to come so badly now, don't you Slave?" she coos.

Vigorously I nod my head and try to cry out.

"Well, I think that you have finally earned it," she says as she stands upright grasping my hips and speeding up her thrusts.

"Now Slave, cum. Cum for your Mistress,” she cries as she starts to spank my enflamed flesh.

On top of all the other stimulation I have been receiving this proves to be too much and with a loud cry into my gag I begin to shudder in long waves of orgasm. My cock pulses and spurts and my cum splatters onto the base of the pillory. Wave after pulsing wave of orgasm rolls over me and I am left weak and shuddering as Mistress pulls out of my sore and tender ass.

As I helplessly stand and try to recover my breath I can only tremble as Mistress announces, "Now I'll have to decide what to do with you for the rest of the evening."

The End (for now)

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