New Neighbour Pt 04

I wasn't at all surprised that she was right about my feelings. Sunday evening was fine. I was still on a high from the afternoon. I had a couple of beers and slept like a log. The next few days were weird though. I felt slightly divorced from the world and my mind was wondering to places I knew it shouldn't. I wanted that rush again, why would she deny me that? What right did she have? I looked at my chastity cage and resented it for the first time. I tried briefly to remove it but it was hopeless and that made me angry. Ma'am sent a couple of emails and I gave monosyllabic replies. I thought it through logically and our relationship made sense. The chastity, the pain and bondage, they were all things that I wanted. Was I becoming one of those top from the bottom types? I hoped not. I sent her a text on Tuesday evening just saying I needed to talk.

My phone rang 10 seconds later.

"Hey baby, what's happening? How are you?"

I could hear the worry in her voice and felt a little ashamed. I tried to explain but couldn't really. Then I started to apologise for for being needy and stupid.

"Hey hey. Take a second baby. Everything is OK. There's a term for this, you're suffering from a form of sub drop."

She explained that there was quite often a low feeling after a high. It happens to Dommes too. It happened in different ways to all sorts of people. Sports people were a good example. After they had achieved something amazing, won the Olympics or the world cup they often felt empty after the euphoria. She told me that in reality I probably wasn't feeling down, I just wasn't up. I had to find my equilibrium again.

"It will come back baby, don't worry. You are young and you don't have much experience of dealing with strong emotions. I wish I could be there to give you a hug, I really do."

Her words had calmed me down. I was struggling with my own emotions but the sports analogy made sense and I could understand that. I apologised again. She said,

"Don't worry about that. You know I'm here for you, don't you? This is just a little blip. You've been amazing, you've been on such a steep learning curve and handled it brilliantly. I'm so proud of you baby."

I was feeling better now. She understood what I was going through. She cared and wanted to help me. She told me that normality was important. Do normal things and keep to a routine. Keep busy. I thanked her profusely and she told me to let her know how I was doing.

I was back, I woke up on Wednesday feeling good. A combination of her kindness, her training and ultimately my submissive nature brought me back to where I needed to be. Refreshed I threw myself into my studies. Ma'am told me she she very happy that I was doing well.

Ma'am said she could make it back this weekend but that our time together would be strictly limited. She was going to make certain that my time and energy was spent on revising and not on her. She told me to pop around just for a few hours on Saturday afternoon.

It was great to see her again. We kissed and cuddled, and I assured her that I was fine. She knew I had been studying hard of course.

She smiled and said, "I have got a friend staying over for the weekend."

There was a wicked glint in her eye and I realised she must mean Sarah.

"Oh, I see. Lovely." Looking around I couldn't see her.

"Come downstairs to the dungeon, she's down there."

I walked in and saw what I assumed was Sarah but it was hard to tell as she was covered head to toe in tight black latex. It was a stunning sight, I took it all in. She was wearing a latex catsuit that clearly fitted like a glove. Her thigh boots were laced tight and had impossibly high heels, not ballet boots but not far off. There was a tight latex hood over her head with a pony tail of hair protruding from the top. A metal posture collar kept her chin high and facing forward. Her waist was constricted by a very tight corset giving her an amazing hour glass figure. Skin was visible in 3 places. Her lips were contorted around a very large ball gag and there was drool running down her chin onto her chest. Her breasts were clearly held by the shape of the latex into a semi circular shape. There was a metal ring, probably about an inch in diameter through which her large and swollen looking nipples protruded. A crotch rope was tied very tightly between her legs, which were held about a foot apart by more rope.

"Turns out she has a huge fetish for heavy duty bondage along with sensory deprivation. I was more than happy to help her indulge. Quite the view, isn't it? Go and have a closer look, she doesn't know we are here. She's got ear plugs in. I walked over and saw the other embellishments that Ma'am had added. She was standing against the cross but not strapped to it directly, arms bound behind her with her wrists pointing up in a reverse prayer position. Her pony tail had rope intertwined with it and was held taught by the cross beam. Ropes also ran from the top of her corset and from the ropes around her waist to the cross. She could move but very little. If she bent her legs her head would be pulled back and the crotch rope would bite in even harder. A closer look at that revealed three ropes, 2 were on the outside of her exposed pussy, the other ran right through the middle. The effect was to crush her lips between them, They looked swollen although that might have been from arousal as much as the pressure. There was a large knot in the middle rope that was clearly pressed hard on her clit. Attached to the rope was what looked like a vibrator with a small control box hanging from her corset. Her breathing was shallow and she was rocking from side to side, trying to flex hers legs to relieve the strain of standing on such high heels.

Ma'am was beside me and said,

"She's been like that for 2 hours now. It must be hell. I've been popping down every 20 minutes or so to have some fun. I've been pumping her nipples which is why they look so swollen. They look ready for some torture now. Turn the vibe on, low setting."

The effect was profound. She jumped and squealed through the gag causing more drool to run down her chin. She was gasping, taking quick little breaths and making a high pitched whine each time she exhaled. Ma'am explained that as the rope was hard against her exposed clit the vibrations were super intense to the point of pain. She could basically be forced to have a painful orgasm if the vibe was left on. It would be later but not yet. I was stunned. Later? She had already been there for 2 hours! I felt some sympathy for my fellow sub but I was also quite turned on. Ma'am noticed and told me to squeeze her nipples. She was getting more distressed due to the vibe so I gave them a quick squeeze.

"Not like that."

Ma'am reached over and pinched hard down. There was a scream of pain as was did one then the other.

"Try again."

I tried harder this time and there was more screaming but not with quite the same intensity.

"Better boy, but you're probably not cut out to be a sadist."

She turned the vibe off and Sarah slowly calmed down.

"She's got another 2 hours or so before I release her. She's going to be broken. She told me to do my worst. I warned her but what else could I do?"

She laughed, I gulped.

"You will beg me for this sort of treatment won't you boy?"

She had hold of my balls and was squeezing fairly hard. My cock was hard.

"Yes Ma'am, I will."

A harder squeeze and I moaned.

"Ask me nicely boy."

"Please Ma'am torture me like you are torturing her. Keep me in bondage and hurt me please Ma'am."

She smiled. "Not today baby. Maybe later."

She had an evil grin but I could see the humour behind it.

"I need to cum."

She walked to the chair. It was set up for comfort. The back was slightly reclined and the legs were raised and wide apart. Then she remembered something.

"Before you start put the pumps on her nipples. 3 squeezes."

She pointed to 2 plastic cones with rubber bulbs attached. I had seen these before so knew how they worked. They fitted nicely over the metal rings and formed a tight seal with the latex suit. I pumped as instructed and watched as her nipples were sucked out even further by the vacuum. This brought a low moan from Sarah.

Ma'am told me to take my time and I complied. This was my place, my position in life. I felt utterly content as I pleasured her to the best of my ability. She loved it, hers eyes were closed. Little smiles followed by quiet passionate moans. Her body began arching and her head moved from side to side. I saw her nails digging into the padded arms as I brought her to a huge climax. After a minute or so she smiled down at me and said,

"You are just the best at that baby. It's beautiful."

Her head fell back and she just sighed and smiled. Nothing in the world meant more to me than bringing her this sort of satisfaction. I was so happy. She slowly got up and gave me a long hug, her head buried in my neck.

"You know my pussy so well baby. It's like you've got inbuilt knowledge of what I want and when I want it. I might have to employ you as my handyman full time this summer. I can't imagine how many orgasms I'm going to have.

I grinned.

"Well I don't think I've got much on Ma'am, I'll give it some thought."

She grinned back and looked at Sarah.

"Right then, let's give her something to think about."

She walked over and gave the pumps a couple more squeezes and then got some things out of a box. I saw the bendy plastic rod that she had used on my balls and shuddered. She released the pressure from the pumps and let them fall off. Sarah's nipples had swelled further and looked very inviting. Sarah felt the pumps being removed and was making little grunts from behind the gag.

Ma'am bent the rod and took careful aim. She released in and it hit Sarah square on the end of her swollen nipple. There was a scream as she thrashed in her bonds. The same happened as the other nipple got identical treatment. Ma'am leaned in and gently licked them and Sarah moaned softly. Then the rod hit home again. Another scream. She was shaking and then Ma'am turned the vibe on. The high pitched whine returned as she moved her body desperately trying to stop the torment. But Ma'am wasn't going to stop. She hit her nipples again. Drool went flying as she shook her head, as much as she could. Ma'am started rolling her nipples around between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or pain and I realised Sarah probably didn't know either. They were almost the same thing. She was shaking and her breathing was fast, trying to take in oxygen as the corset constricted her. Then the vibrations got too much for her and she came, whether she wanted to or not. I was mesmerised as she twitched and thrashed in her bonds. Her legs collapsed from under her. The crotch rope dug even more deeply into her tortured pussy and her head was bent back. She only dropped a few inches in her bonds but through her painful orgasm she felt the extra pain. Her breathing was further impeded by her head being pulled back. It seemed like she was panicking as her legs kicked out. I was worried but Ma'am just stood there watching carefully. Sarah somehow got her legs working and eased the strain slightly. As soon as she did this Ma'am turned the vibe up. Another scream as the pleasure pain combo increased. Drool flew from her mouth as her head shook from side to side. Surely she couldn't take any more but Ma'am was impassive watching it unfold. Sarah became even more frantic as another orgasm was forced from her. I could see her muscles almost vibrating through the suit. It was agony and ecstasy for her. Ma'am relented and turned the vibe off. It took a few minutes for Sarah to come back to some kind of normality. She was moaning quietly and occasional tremors ran through her.

Ma'am gently removed her gag and put a straw in her mouth. Greedily she took water in, coughing and clearing her throat as she did. Ma'am put her hand on her chest and this seemed to calm Sarah a little. She tapped her twice on the chest. This was obviously a code they had worked out before they started. Sarah nodded. Ma'am tapped her twice again. There was a pause and then Sarah made a low groan and nodded. With that Ma'am replaced the gag. Another groan from Sarah and Ma'am walked away. We went upstairs.

"What did you think of that?'

I was slightly stunned by what I had seen. I was imagining myself in a similar situation. It was making me hard in the cage and that worried me. I was also worried by the sadistic side of Ma'am that I had seen.

"I don't know Ma'am. All I can really say is that I am very turned on right now. That was scary, really full on. I was worried for her. Was the tapping her agreeing to go on?"

"It was," she said, "a prearranged code. She wanted more so she's going to get it. She's impressive, I thought she would quit. You look worried. I would never do something that extreme to a newbie like you. She's done similar things before. She showed me some videos of stuff she had done. This isn't her first rodeo baby. I am probably going to take her further than she's gone before but it is all consensual. We talked about everything beforehand. The most unusual part of this isn't what is happening down there, it's that she trusted me to do it. It's a scene that usually only happens with people who know each other very well. We don't know each other that well but I think instinct played a big part. I trust mine and she trusts hers."

I was still a bit shocked but Ma'am seemed calm and unconcerned. Sarah has asked for it, and she had asked for more. It wasn't one of those loaded questions where there is only one answer. She truly wanted more.

"It's time for you to go baby. I know you've not been here long, could you pop back briefly tomorrow? I'd like you to meet her properly."

I knew my mum was out most of the day so there wouldn't be any issue. We agreed that I would come round in the morning.

I went home wondering about Sarah and thinking about what she was going through in that dungeon. Ma'am had said she wouldn't do anything like that to a newbie but I wouldn't be a newbie forever. My cock was still throbbing when I got home. I was excited by that but I began to wonder how far I would end up going with her. All I knew was that interesting times lay ahead.

I went round to Ma'am's house as planned but no one was in the kitchen. I called out and Ma'am responded from upstairs.

"Come on up Tom, lock the door."

I removed my clothes as I always did in her house and went to the bedroom. Ma'am was standing naked at the end of the bed holding a thin bamboo cane with a broad smile on her face.

"Hey baby! How's it going?"

"Fine Ma'am. I'd ask how things are here but I can see they are going just fine."

Sarah was on the bed. Her arms were bound to her side. Plenty of rope was securing her ankles tightly to her thighs and her legs were being held painfully wide by ropes attached to the sides of the bed.

"Say hello to Sarah, feel free to remove the ball gag, it's done it's job for now."

I looked at Sarah and understood why the ball gag had been necessary. Her breasts had been bound with ropes and were a few shades darker than her pale skin. The welts all over them were plain to see though. The bamboo cane had clearly been thoroughly used. Her arse and inner thighs had taken a good beating too. As last night her pussy looked red and puffy but again I was unsure whether it was arousal or the cane that was the cause. I removed the gag.

"Hello Sarah, how are you?"

She smiled and said, "Never felt better Tom. Louise is quite a bitch huh?"

I laughed, "I couldn't possibly say Sarah."

Ma'am laughed and said,

"Answer her boy."

I looked at Ma'am.

"Sarah, she's a beautiful, sexy, smart, loving and caring bitch."

Ma'am walked over to me,

"Baby, you say the sweetest things.'"

She gave me a long passionate kiss. I had been aroused by the sight of Sarah and Ma'am, this got me pulsing in the cage. Sarah looked down and said, "Oh Louise, I see what you mean. Nice! How long has it been on Tom?"

I thought for a second

"Too long and not long enough."

Ma'am laughed, "Good answer baby. Right, I feel like I've been doing all the work here. I deserve a reward."

I liked the sound of that but Ma'am had a slightly different idea. She gave me a hug, which was an excuse to whisper in my ear and tell me not to make Sarah cum. Then she said,

"I'm at this end, you're down there. Is that OK?"

Sweet of her to ask but I was absolutely fine with the idea. Ma'am jumped on Sarah's face and I positioned myself in front of her pussy.

"You're going to love this, he has a magic tongue."

I heard a muffled noise from Sarah which sounded excited. She was already busy so I joined in. On closer inspection it was clear that Sarah's pussy hadn't been left out of the caning. I shuddered at the thought so started gently. She responded immediately and I slowly made my way to her clit. Ma'am was making some soft moaning sounds and soon I could hear 2 female moans filling the room. Sarah was ready and before long I felt her tensing so I eased up a little, touching her slowly and gently. Ma'am was smiling down at me but she wasn't really concentrating as Sarah licked away. She raised herself briefly away and told Sarah sharply to slow down. This was accompanied by a viscous twist of her already abused nipples. She let out a pained yelp and Ma'am sat back down. I settled into a rhythm, bringing her close then easing her away from her orgasm. This was only the second pussy I had licked so I was being very careful not too make her cum. However her reactions seemed similar to Ma'am's so I began to push her a little further, a little nearer to her orgasm. It definitely worked, she she starting to shake each time I took her close and it was taking longer for her to calm down. I heard a couple of desperate sounding moans too. I glanced up and Ma'am was in a world of her own, clearly approaching her own high. I would rather have been the one giving her such pleasure but this was pretty amazing. I was having a threesome, probably not what most people would call a threesome but I wasn't complaining.

Soon I heard Ma'am cumming. I had made her cum many times but had never been in a position to watch it. It was beautiful. I watched her body arching, her chest swelling with each breath she took. Her head fell back as she groaned in pleasure, it was such a turn on. I realised my hips were pumping back and forth as my cock instinctively followed her movements. Slightly embarrassed I looked down and concentrate on my job. Sarah was moaning constantly now, I'm not even sure she was aware that Ma'am had cum. I took another quick glance up as Ma'am got up while giving Sarah's nipples another twist. She sat next to me and caressed by balls.

"You're quite excited aren't you baby? Do you like tormenting tied up subbies?"

I wasn't sure about that but the whole scene was a big turn on. Ma'am was stroking my cock through the cage now. I was moaning, Sarah was moaning. It was amazing. Then Ma'am told me to let her cum, and she told me not to stop when I did. Less than a minute later I took her to the edge and beyond.

Sarah came hard, bucking and grunting, fighting against her bonds. Her clit became even more sensitive and her bucking became more intense. The grunts were louder and slightly higher in pitch. She was realising that I wasn't stopping.

"No no no, stop stop."

She tried to roll away so I grabbed the ropes around her thighs and held tight. Her pleasure was turning into pain now and she started throwing her upper body around. Ma'am calmly stuffed the gag back in her mouth and say down firmly on her face again. Her movements were almost completely restricted now. Ma'am was pulling hard on her nipples. She was nearly screaming now. He hyper sensitive clit couldn't escape my tongue as it worked hard over her sensitive spot. Her nipples were in agony as Ma'am pulled and pinched. This went on for a good 5 minutes before I noticed a change in the tone of the screams. They were becoming lower and turning into groans. He chest was heaving, partly in because of her exertions and partly to try and escape Ma'am's viscous attacks. A huge shudder went through her as she came again. She was beside herself in pleasure and pain. I looked at Ma'am and she was giving me a slow down signal, I slowled my tongue and just gently caressed Sarah's clit. Ma'am had stopped torturing her nipples and then she gestured for me to stop.
Sarah didn't know where she was, she just lay there moaning softly covered in sweat and drool. Ma'am gave her a minute and untied her. She groaned as she straightened her legs and flexed her arms.

"Oh, oh God. Oh, that was intense. Jesus. Thanks Louise, thanks Tom. Oh fuck."

Ma'am lay down on one side of her and gestured for me to lie on the other side. Sarah put her arms around both of us and let out a huge sigh.

"Louise, I was right. You are a bitch! Tom was right too though, you're lovely too. You were right about Tom's tongue as well. You're not a bitch, you're a lucky bitch!"

We cuddled together. Ma'am was gently touching Sarah, calming her. I wasn't sure what to do but Sarah noticed my full cage pressing against her. She moved her arm and grabbed it.

"This looks very interesting Louise. Seems to be a lot of cock in there. Can I have a go?"

Ma'am laughed, "no you may not. You subs are so greedy! Anyway Tom has to go, don't you baby?"

"Yes Ma'am, those exams won't pass themselves."

Ma'am smiled and said.

"Maybe when I've got him fully trained I'll whore him out. I could make a fortune."

Sarah laughed and said,

"Lovely to meet you Tom, hopefully see you again some time."

We said out goodbyes and I I sauntered home smiling at another new and exciting experience. I didn't think I had much desire to hurt anyone but I had really enjoyed teasing and denying her. I wondered if I would get the chance again.

The next month was a slog. My exams started and I worked very hard. I saw Ma'am a few times but they were only brief visits. Booty calls really, I made her cum and was sent on my way. I wasn't complaining but she didn't even let me out of the cage on most of the visits. By the time my exams ended I hadn't been free for over 3 weeks and gone even longer without an orgasm.

Ma'am had almost finished down in London. Catching the bad guys had been a little easier than she had anticipated hence my brief weekend visits.

My last exam was on a Thursday. A bunch of went into town and had a big celebration. A couple of people were sick and one guy even got punched although from what I saw he deserved it. It was a fun night! I staggered home at about 3am and woke up with a massive hangover. I ate toast and drank tea most of the day and had a quick afternoon nap. I texted Ma'am, she sent back lots of laughs and no sympathy, she said if you can't do the time, don't do the crime. Fair enough I thought. Ma'am was staying in London until Sunday. They were having a celebration too after their success but she told me there was something for me in the shed. I was intrigued so went straight over. There was a cardboard box, I opened it and there was my xbox. Then I noticed an envelope with the word key written on it. Surely not I thought, but my heart skipped a beat. Half a second later the envelope was open. There was no key, just a one word message.

"Never. X"

Oh very funny, I thought and texted Ma'am to say thank you for the xbox and for my heart attack. She just replied with a winking face.

Back home I immediately did a bit of gaming but my heart wasn't really in it. I wanted to be with her. I realised that I had nothing to do. All I could do now was wait for my results. I had filled in all the university forms and I was at a loose end for the next few months. I felt my cage. The exams and all the work leading up to them had been very important for my future but it had also been a very good distraction from my situation. Locked up and horny. I went back to the message, never. My cock was getting hard now.

Never.

She had the key to my freedom and I was never getting it back. That thought turned me on so much it was scary. The note was in my pocket. I decided to keep it with me at all times.

Never.

I had nothing to occupy my mind until I went to university except Ma'am and my locked up cock.

Never.

Every erection and every orgasm was hers to control now and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. My cock was raging in my cage. I was so horny. She said an angle grinder wouldn't work but if I had had one I would have tried. I decided to send her a selfie. I slid the tip of the note under the ring and took a photo of my raging cock with the 'never' note clearly visible.

She texted back quickly.

"I see my note has had the desired effect. I'm almost as turned on as you now but I can do something about it! I want you to send me a photo like that every morning from now on.

Forever. X"

She had just managed to make me feel even hornier, how was that even possible? Oh god. This woman, this bewitching devil of a woman was going to drive me crazy I just knew it. But the thing was I didn't care. I felt alive in ways I didn't understand. Roll on forever and never.

I didn't sleep well that night, my cock had a mind of it's own. But I had nothing to do so being a bit tired wasn't a problem. I went over to a friend's house and we gamed and chatted. He was in the same boat as me, not completely obviously. He was looking for a job, I said I was probably sorted with Louise for most of the summer. He had seen her in the village and gave me a provocative wink. I laughed it off and told him that I would never be that lucky.

I wandered home thinking about one more sleep before I could see Ma'am again. I couldn't wait. The evening was dull but I watched some telly with my mum and we just chatted about stuff. I told her that Louise wanted me almost full time over the summer. My mum had dropped the odd comment about her over the last month but now she quizzed me.

"What exactly do you do over there? There's nothing going on is there?"

I assured her it was just work. I told her I liked her and that she had helped me get my act together about school and working hard. She seemed to accept that.

"She's a good looking woman Tom, very good looking. Just be careful, I don't want her to take advantage of you."

I kept a straight face somehow.

"I'm fine mum, don't worry."

"Good," she said, "I don't want you getting hurt."

I decided if I wanted a new career I should become a poker player. If only she knew, I thought. I excused myself before she said anything else and went upstairs. I did the usual young man stuff for a while, with one notable exception of course, and got a good night's sleep.

Sunday!

Ma'am was back soon and I was very excited. The morning dragged on until she texted me. She said she would be back just after lunchtime and wanted me waiting for her. I told her I would be there. I was sitting on the patio wall when she arrived. I jumped up and opened the door for her. She beamed at me and gave me a big hug. I took her luggage in and we chatted about what we had been doing. Her company had done a great job and were going to be handsomely rewarded for it. She would have to pop back a couple of times but essentially she was going to be around most of the time. She had also excused herself from doing any work for a while unless there was an emergency.

"Hopefully I'm yours for the summer baby."

I told her that was the best news I had got in ages. She smiled and quietly said,

"Be careful what you wish for boy."

This was probably true but at this moment I really didn't care. It was going to be a very interesting summer I reckoned.

"You will actually have to do some work, you realise? There will be some tradesmen here, you might be able to learn a thing or two."

She had made a good point. I wanted to study engineering at university so working with builders wouldn't be a bad idea. She was having a security gate put in so people couldn't just drive in, a carport and possibly an outbuilding or two.

She stood up and moved towards the door.

"First things first though. There is still a lot of work to do in the dungeon. More furniture to build and lots of shelves and stuff. I want it sorted out. I've had lots of gear in storage for too long. It needs to be used, and used on you."

There was that familiar feeling of nervous anticipation again.

We went down and she pointed to some of the larger items that were wrapped up. They looked to be almost the same height as the ceiling. I began to unwrap them and got a bit of a shock. They were very heavy. I looked and realised that I was looking at a deconstructed cell. Basically each piece was a section of metal bars that when bolted together would make a prison cell. I looked at Ma'am. She smiled and said,

"Perfect for sleep overs, don't you think?"

"Yes Ma'am." I replied nervously. She had my cock, with this she could have my whole body locked up. I began construction. It was tricky and difficult work each section was very heavy. These were heavy duty bars, as usual Ma'am had gone for the highest quality. Thinner bars would undoubtedly have been a lot cheaper but this had a very intimidating feel. It was to go in the corner so two sides would be the walls and the other two bars. The hardest part was making sure the sections attached to the walls were vertical and in the right place. After that it fitted together fairly easily. Large recessed bolts which needed specialist tools to remove were tightened. The door was fitted and there it was, a prison cell. It was about 8 feet square, plenty of room for a bed or mattress assuming either would be used. This time I made sure to clean up after myself.

Ma'am inspected with her usual keen eye.

"Good work boy. Now all I need is a slave. Maybe you could just pretend to go to university and spend 3 years in here instead.

Would you like that boy?"

I hesitated but knew she was joking.

"The idea has a certain appeal Ma'am," I said, "but I think I need to get to know you a little better first. Maybe Sarah would like it down here."

Ma'am laughed, "She probably would, but she's not the settling down type. She's way to busy having fun. Get in there boy."

I went in and she slammed the door shut and locked it.

"How does that feel?"

It was quite scary. I felt intimidated a made a mental note not to end up in jail. Ma'am turned on her heel and walked out. I was left standing there, locked in a cell. I waited for a few minutes but she didn't come back. I was starting to feel a little unsettled now. There was silence. The atmosphere suddenly felt quite oppressive. Time seemed to crawl. When she returned she told me that she left me down there for half an hour but it had felt like a lot longer. Ma'am was watching me carefully during this exchange which was also unsettling.

We went back to the kitchen and chatted for a while. She told me she would be in London 3 days that week so would only need me for the other 2. Them she dismissed me. I went home feeling slightly disappointed. It was great to see her but we hadn't had any fun. She didn't even order me to make her cum. The 2 days I spent there during the week were pretty uninteresting too. All I did was work, mostly in the grounds. She was always pleased to see me and on the surface everything was normal but again there was no sex and nothing kinky.

Back in my bedroom in Friday evening I was feeling a little down. I wasn't sure what was going on. My joy at the idea of a summer with her was waning. Was she going off me? Inws confused and worried. I hadn't been unlocked for 4 weeks now, but at this moment I really didn't feel very horny.

I went over on Saturday as usual and Ma'am put me to work. She called me in for lunch. It was a quiet affair, none of the usual chat. I cleared the lunch things away and she told me to sit down. I had a bad feeling.

"Firstly I want to apologise to you Tom. I've been sort of distant this last week. I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking about us and about you. Its been strange, we have so much fun together but it feels deeper. I feel a real connection to you and I've been wondering if I should. To coin a massive cliche, it's me, not you. Should I be doing this with someone so young? You have precious little experience with women and our sort of relationship, a Domme and sub relationship is even more intense. I have had subs before, and as I have said before, it is something I take very seriously. The problem I have is that I can't really ask you how you feel. I know how you feel but I can't be sure if i can trust your opinion due to your lack of experience. I'm really really sorry if that sounds condescending but I don't know how else to put it. Tell me as honestly as you can how you feel about me and us."

I was taken aback by this. She had always seemed so confident and assured. I thought for a minute. I understood where she was coming from. I had wondered from time to time what was going on but I was being swept away by the excitement and novelty of it all.

It felt right to use her name.

"Louise, these last few months have without any doubt been the most incredible and exciting few months of my life. You have given me so many new and amazing experiences. You are the only woman I've been in any way intimate with. It has been incredibly intense. You have exposed my deepest desires and needs. Like you, I have wondered about what the hell was going on but I was just loving every minute of it and ignoring any doubts. I have no idea where this will end up. You weren't being condescending, it was fair comment to worry about what I might say. But I'm not completely naive. I believe that my trust in you is one hundred percent justified. All through our relationship you have done nothing except encourage me to be the best person I can be. You have made me work hard. Assuming i pass my exams, that will be almost entirely down to you. I might have done alright without you but probably not. I believe you have my best interests at heart. You want me to succeed. I want you. I want you in my life because I firmly believe that my life, in all ways, is better with you in it."

She sat back then leaned forward and took my hand.

"My instincts were right. You are a special man Tom. I don't know where we will end up either but you have put my mind at rest. I feel ridiculously relieved. I've been working myself up wondering if this was right. Now I know it is."

She stood up and we hugged.

No words needed to be said. We just held each other.

Eventually she pulled away and cleared her throat.

"Damn it, now I really want to keep you locked in my dungeon!'

I laughed.

"It felt weird down there Ma'am but I can't think of anywhere else I would rather be. Give me a minute please."

I called my mum and told her I was going into town and that I would be staying over with a friend. She said that was fine and told me to have fun. I assured her I would.

Ma'am was smiling at me. We kissed passionately then she pointed out that I was badly overdressed.

I had my clothes off very quickly. This was right, she was clothed and I was naked, well almost. She ran the hands slowly over my body giving my nipples a little tweak. The response was predictable. She put her hands under my balls and pretended to weigh them.

"They definitely feel bigger baby. It's been a while since you last came hasn't it?"

"My definition of a while and yours are probably a bit different Ma'am, but yes, it's been a while."

She smiled, "feeling horny?"

"You know I am Ma'am. I'm always horny when I'm with you."

"You are aren't you? I like that. Every woman wants to be desired and you definitely do that."

My cock was hard. It was always hard when I was with her. I loved that feeling, the constant arousal and desire I felt when I was with her.

"Let's go upstairs."

We were on the bed pretty quickly. She was on top obviously as we kissed deeply. I was running my hands across her perfect body. Every time I was naked with her I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Sometimes the chastity device seemed to weigh a ton, both physically and mentally. But more and more it was becoming a natural part of my life. It belonged on me and I wanted it on me. It was a symbol of my submission to her.

She was pressing her pussy into the cage, trying to ride it.

"Stay there boy."

As if I was going to go anywhere. She returned with the dreaded towel. I hated the shock of it but it did mean I was going to be unlocked after 4 long weeks. She could usually get the cage off without calming me down but it was quicker this way, and I suspected she liked doing it.

My cock quickly returned to it's full hardness. It was so nice after such a long time confined. However she ignored it and maneuvered herself over my face.

"Just get me close boy. Not right to the edge, but close."

I knew her pretty well now and set to work. Her hands were on my hips but not touching me where I desperately wanted her to. I loved feeling her body move on me. I could feel her passion, I could recognise her desire through her movements, how she positioned herself on my tongue, whether she was pressing down on me, if she was sliding her pussy up and down. I took it all in and responded accordingly. She was getting very worked up now, so I eased up a little, gently and slowly caressing her clit, moving away occasionally to push my tongue into her. She was loving it. I heard her telling me that this was just right, this was exactly what she needed. My face was covered in her juices as I lapped away.

I felt her move. She turned around and kissed me again, savouring herself on my mouth and tongue. I could feel her wetness on my cock. She sat up slightly and I felt myself slowly slide inside her.

Heaven was a place in earth. I had been briefly inside her on the cross but this was different. This was me and her together, joined as one. She slowly guided herself down my shaft, taking me fully in. She sighed and smiled played across her face.

"I've waited long enough for this. Remember my words, remember what I have taught you."

She slowly raised herself up a few inches then relaxed back down. Again the same movement, and again. She felt wonderful, deliciously soft yet somehow firm at the same time. She kept moving slowly in and out and I could see her passion growing. She was lifting slowly up then sitting down hard on me now, pushing me as far into her as she could. Each time her little sighs and moans became a little louder. It was glorious to watch and be part of. My cock was like iron, I could feel every part of her sliding across me. Her training had clearly had an effect. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why I hadn't cum from the amazing sensations I was feeling but it was a fleeting thought. I was lost in the moment just as she had told me to be. I was focused on her pleasure, just as she wanted me to be.

She was moaning now, moving faster but still only going up and down a few inches. I was thrusting up to meet her now, heightening her pleasure. She growled from somewhere inside and came. Shaking, she collapsed onto to me, breath ragged. I could feel her pussy pulsating around my cock. I held her tight as her orgasm slowly faded.

Recovering she stared deep into me eyes.

"You didn't cum baby. Amazing, why not?"

"Because of you Ma'am. I wanted you to cum so much more than I wanted to cum. That was the most beautiful thing i have ever experienced."

"Oh baby."

She held my face and kissed me deeply. I felt her moving on me again. This time she lifted herself almost completely off me before slowly taking me inside. Each time she gave a satisfied moan. Her little movements had been very sexy but this was incredible. It was going to be too much soon.

"Ma'am," I breathed, " Ma'am!" I repeated with more urgency. She smiled through her growing passion.

"It's OK baby."

Up and down, up and down. She said it was OK, it was amazing. Up and down. Up and off.

She slid herself gently off my aching cock still smiling. I was still arching my hips but now it was into thin air.

"I need your tongue again."

She flipped round and buried herself against my face. I couldn't believe it, I was so so close. After I had done so well. That thought instantly slipped away. This was my place. My tongue on her pussy giving her pleasure. My duty was her pleasure. Mine was irrelevant. My pleasure was hers to give if and when she decided to. My denial and desperation gave her pleasure.
My tongue was busy again and soon she came, bucking and writhing. She slowly recovered turning around and kissing me. Once more she slid my cock deep inside. I didn't know what to do. The joy I was giving her was mixing with the glorious feelings in my cock and the ache of my denial. She was moving again slowly, deep long strokes. I watched her. I saw her tongue run across her lips. I saw her body arching in passion. I saw everything that mattered to me lost in a world of primal joy and passion that I had helped create. It was like an out of body experience.

She slowed and stopped with me buried deep inside her.

"Do you want to cum?"

"No."

It came out without any hesitation. I wasn't saying it because I thought it was what she wanted to hear.

It was the truth.

She slowly raised herself off me and slumped by my side. Pulling my head to one side so she could look me straight in the eyes she said,

"That was amazing. And what you just said, that was the icing on the cake."

All I could do was look at her and soak in her beauty.

She smiled.

"By the way, no Ma'am were the words you were looking for. I will have to punish you for that later."

Now I smiled too.

"You can do anything you want to me Ma'am, if it gives you pleasure."

She sighed and her hand found it's way to my rock hard cock. It was slick with her juices. She played with it a little, rubbing her thumb around my frenum giving me small shocks of pleasure.

"You tried to cum didn't you?"

"I didn't try Ma'am. I was doing everything in my power not to but I failed."

We were both smiling, we both knew how wonderful it had been.

"Much more training and practice for you then baby. Think you can handle it?"

"I will do my best Ma'am."

She pulled me close and we stayed like that, together as one.

She roused herself after a while and we showered. She made a fuss over making sure I was very clean slowly running her soap covered hands over my very hard cock. I had resisted so well for so long but my will power was slipping. She knew and deliberately kept me close but not right at the edge. It was delicious, physically I could handle it but mentally I was cracking. It felt so good my mind was reeling. I stood there incredibly horny praying she would relent. I tried to touch her hoping that if I could make her horny she might weaken but she didn't. After what seemed an eternity was slowly her hands and stood back.

"I think I've pushed you far enough today baby.

Neither of us want any accidents do we?

I just sighed and we left the shower. I couldn't help but want that last little push over the edge.

"Do we boy?"

The edge was there again.

"No Ma'am." I replied quietly.

"Do you want to be locked back up boy?"

"Yes Ma'am." I wasn't sure about either of my last two answers, not sure at all. I was just so turned on and had been for hours. She noticed as she always did.

"Ask me nicely boy." The edge was still in her voice. I composed myself a little.

"Please Ma'am, please lock me in chastity again."

"Come on, you can do better than that boy."

She had started stroking me again, very slowly but firmly. She always told me to tell the truth.

"Ma'am I'm sorry. I'm trying, I'm trying so hard but I'm desperate to cum. I can't find it in me to resist, 4 weeks locked up and now this. It's too much."

She kept her slow firm strokes going up and down.

"I told you that I won't ever relent didn't I boy? I will keep pushing and pushing. You will resist sometimes, I know that and it turns me on. Making you feel like this is such a rush for me.

Your whole being is screaming to cum. All you have to do is take my hand, I won't stop you. Take my hand and make yourself cum. You just need to move it a little faster, squeeze a little harder. Well boy, do you want to cum?"

I reached down and took her hand. Holding it gently I removed it from my aching, needy cock. I don't know where I summoned the courage from but I looked her in the eyes and said,

"Please Ma'am. My cock and my orgasms belong to you. Please lock me in chastity Ma'am."

We stood there for a few seconds and I let her hand go.

"Good boy, very good. I will lock you back up, but it will be when I choose to, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

She started stroking me again. I was beginning to realise what she meant by never relenting. I was in pieces as her hand moved across me. This was a form of torture unlike any other, I thought. Give me pain and suffering any day. It would be easier to live through than this. She was torturing me with my own need and lust.

Mercifully after about another 2 or 3 minutes she stopped.

"Hands on your head."

She moved to the bedside table and got a pair of handcuffs out. She kept handcuffs in her bedside table... of course she did. One wrist then the other and my hands were behind my back and cuffed. She disappeared and came back as I anticipated, with the cold towel. It was shocking as ever but at least my torment was over. As she waited for me to shrink she said,

"You wouldn't have touched yourself when I was out of the room would you boy?"

"No Ma'am, of course not."

It was a totally honest answer, I wouldn't of dreamed of it.

Smiling her evil smile she said,

"I believe you boy. I know you wouldn't."

She had slipped the base ring on.

"The handcuffs were just to let you know that you will never have the chance to cum without me. Never. It all belongs to me."

My cock was beginning to stiffen again so she quickly got the cage on.

"It's mine baby, all mine."

I was straining again.

"Tell me baby."

"It's yours Ma'am. My cock belongs to you. I will never cum without you giving me permission."

Why did this get me so hard? I still didn't really understand but giving her this power excited me like nothing else.

"I know it baby," she held my balls, "I love the way it never stops trying to escape. How long do you think I would have to lock it away before it finally gave up? Another month? Maybe another 6 months? That will be a fun experiment for the future won't it baby? How about this for a bit of fun instead. If you can stay soft for 5 minutes while I massage your balls I will let you out. If not you stay locked."

I was groaning now. The combination of my enraged cock and her words firing my imagination were driving me mad. She laughed and finally left my tortured genitals alone. She put on her tight leggings and tee shirt and we went downstairs. We had a beer and I briefly relaxed.

She said, "That was a lovely afternoon baby. Let's do it again soon. In fact you won't even have to do any work tomorrow so we'll have even more time together. Is that OK with you baby? Lots more of the same tomorrow? More orgasms for me and much more denial for you?

I couldn't take that again. I just couldn't.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Beg for it boy."

She just kept forcing me and pushing me.

"Please Ma'am, can you tease and deny me even more tomorrow? Please can I give you even more orgasms?"

She came over to me and put her hands around my neck pulling me in for a long passionate kiss. Her eyes were sparkling with life.

"Only if you are sure baby. Do you really want me to tease you like I did today? It's fine if you don't, I will understand."

She was pressing her body against me,

"If you think it would be too much for you I can always keep you locked up for a few more weeks until you are ready."

There was no choice. There was never a choice. She had me in the palm of her hand and she was loving every second of it.

"Ma'am, please tease me for as long as you want. Tease me then let me give you an orgasm. Tease me again and again. Let me make you cum again and again. Please Ma'am, all I want is to please you."

She kissed me again.

"Thanks baby, I might take you up on that offer."

She sighed and smiled.

"OK. Seriously that's enough. I'm getting myself all worked up again. You're such a naughty boy Tom."

She gave me a quick hug and we sat on the sofa together.

"Could you call your mother and say I'm cooking dinner and that you're staying over for a bit? Would that be OK? I can't send you home like this, you're a wreck."

I was definitely a wreck, she was right. I phoned home and said Louise had some food and wanted to congratulate me on finishing my exams. She was fine with it. Ma'am whipped up a lovely pasta dish, teaching me how to do it as she went. She winked and said that the girls at university would be impressed by a boy who could cook. I had been wondering about university and the social side of things. Inevitably there would be a girl or two who fancied me, even if it was a drunken party type of thing. I wasn't being cocky but I knew I was a decent looking guy and Ma'am had given me lots of confidence in myself. I asked her about it. Her simple response was that if anyone got too amorous I could just say I had a girlfriend back home and that it was a serious thing. She hoped that any reasonable girl would respect that and if they didn't they they didn't deserve me anyway. It sounded like a good plan.

"Do you want to go to university like this Tom?"

She pointed at the chastity device.

"The social side is almost as important as the educational side."

I didn't hesitate.

"It's fine Ma'am. I think my social education is coming on in leaps and bounds. I will very happily tell anyone that I've got someone back home that I'm serious about because it's true. What about you though? Are you feeling OK about me going away? Probably going away... I would stay if you wanted me to."

She furrowed her brows.

"You are going young man. That's an order. You will go to university and get a good degree, end of discussion."

She laughed, "you've got a woman with expensive tastes to look after now. Those prison cells aren't cheap."

"Yes Ma'am!"

"I'm sure I will miss you a bit though. But you're not going far. Bristol is only an hour away so you can come back or I can visit. I'm sure the new friends you will make would love to meet me."

She had a wicked look on her face. I laughed nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best not to embarrass you."

I put a very solemn face on and said,

"You could never embarrass me Ma'am. Whatever you told me to do I would do without hesitation, whatever the circumstances."

She laughed, "careful baby. I might hold you to that. Luckily for you I am aware that with great power comes great responsibility."

We chatted away for an hour or so. I was still as horny as hell but she deliberately didn't talk about anything kinky and I was feeling as normal as I could under the circumstances when I left.

I still couldn't quite believe what I had stumbled into. This summer was going to be one to remember though, that was for sure. Quite what she had planned was a mystery but one I was definitely looking forward to discovering.

I arrived at Ma'am's house early of course. It was a grey, miserable day so she put me to work in the dungeon. I assembled a large metal grid which I fixed to the wall. It had dozens of hooks on it for storing toys and goodies. Then I set about what she called a spanking or fucking bench. I could see why. There was a padded bench that was at waist height with side pads for the victim's lower legs and forearms to be secured to. The leg end had a v shape cut out, I realised that this would allow easy access to the genitals. There was even a retractable head rest for comfort and as usual no shortage of fixing points.

Ma'am was pleased with my work.

"You have probably noticed that I like to test what you have built for me, today is no different. Hop on!"

I got up and settled down on the bench. Ma'am got me in the right spot then set about tightening all the straps, 3 across my body, 2 around each leg and arm and one over the back of my neck.

"Move." She said. As always this command was met with almost no movement at all. She was nothing if not thorough.

"Perfect. Time for some of my toys to come out to play. But first you need to be unlocked."

As usual my cock had decided that I liked being immobile and vulnerable so the towel came out and as usual she took great pleasure in freezing my erection away. She slipped the cage off then wriggled the ring off too.

"These balls are going to get lots of attention. I want them looser so that I can have more fun with them."

With that she started to pull them away from my body. Gently at first, pull then relax. But soon the pressure increased as she tried to elongate my ball sac. Pulling and twisting, she gradually upped the ante. The initial pleasure was beginning to be replaced by pain, not a sharp pain but an ever growing ache deep inside. Each time she stretched my balls away from me she held them there a little longer. Each time the ache grew. I was groaning, I tried to move, to do something to ease the slowly mounting agony but I got absolutely nowhere. Holding them with one hand she gave them a firm pat with her other hand and said, "that will do for now. Let's add some weight."

I felt something going around my testicles, it felt solid and cool. She moved some skin around and was done. She gave my balls a push and they swung slowly underneath me. She had attached a heavy metal ball stretcher between my cock and balls. It was just under 2 inches long and weighed over half a pound. She gave it a push and I could feel them swinging from side to side. It actually felt quite sexy, my balls felt heavier and bigger. Then she started flicking my balls from side to side and I realised how vulnerable they were. Each flick sent a little pulse of pain through them. Predictably my cock enjoyed the sensations and stiffened. She held the weight and pulled it backwards forcing my cock to point vertically down. This was beginning to hurt, she then ran her nails up and down my hard cock while occasionally stopping and digging them into the flesh. I jerked as each nail dug painfully in. Suddenly she let go and my balls swung swung freely under me.

"Enough of that for now boy. I have a very inviting arse that needs some attention."

She walked over to the rack which was now festooned with various implements.

"The leather flogger first I think, to warm you up a little."

A heard a few swishing sounds then I felt the tails of the flogger drag down my back and between my cheeks. She started swatting my arse, fairly gently to begin with, one cheek then the other. A few across my upper thighs and back for good measure. It stung but it wasn't a sharp pain. She began to gather speed hitting me more frequently and the impacts became harder too. All over me, I never knew which place she would hit next. The stings were sharper now and more intense but still not very painful. She slowed then gave one last swat up between my legs which hit my exposed balls and cock. I jerked in my bonds and exhaled. That did hurt but only briefly.

She stroked my skin gently and said,

"That's good, a little change of colour. Time for a step up."

This time she returned with a paddle. It was about eighteen inches long and about three inches wide and made from thick but still slightly flexible leather. Again she stroked my arse with it and then gave my balls a light tap with it. The impact when it came was sharp and loud. There was a crack and pain radiating through my cheek. Another crack and the same on my other cheek. A pause then two more cracks. This stung a lot more. She continued, moving the strikes, covering my cheeks with long red patches of pain. She moved the point of attack and hit my upper thighs and then my inner thighs. Everything was stinging now, I could almost feel the heat coming off my skin. More sharp strikes followed, it was getting intense now and I was breathing hard doing my best not to flinch. She must have carried on for at least 10 minutes. She concentrated most of the blows on my exposed cheeks but my thighs didn't escape. She stopped and traced the end of the paddle across my red skin. Then I felt the flat of the paddle stroking my balls. She patted them firmly. Each strike was fairly soft but as they accumulated the ache grew. She began alternating, sometimes patting them from side to side and then coming up from underneath hitting them both square on. I was starting to sweat a bit now. Each strike was creating a sharp pain and while it faded into a dull ache, the ache was deeper each time. I was moaning now, each blow raising the intensity of my suffering. My muscles were tensing as I moved against the bonds. Thankfully she stopped and I felt her hand caress my cock. It was still hard and she masturbated me slowly.

"He loves the pain doesn't he boy?

"Yes Ma'am."

"Doesn't he?" The edge in her voice was back.

"Yes Ma'am he does. The pain makes him hard Ma'am."

She pulled my balls sharply backwards again. And struck the shaft of my cock. Pain shot through it. Again another blow, and another. My balls were aching badly and my cock was stinging, she ran the paddle over my the tip of my cock. We both knew it was throbbing with lust through the pain. She struck the tip hard and my cock erupted in pain. I let out a loud but strangled cry.

"Hush now boy. I'm only warming up. You want me to hurt you don't you? We both love it."

"Yes Ma'am, please hurt me."

"Arse or balls, you decide boy."

There was no decision to be made at this point.

"Arse please Ma'am."

She was happy to oblige and retrieved a thin and flexible bamboo cane. Tapping it lightly on my arse she said,

"Let me know when you want me to stop and pay your balls some more attention boy."

The cane was thin and light but it hit with great speed. There was a sudden thin streak of fire across my left cheek then the right. Air flew from my lungs as I spasmed in my bonds. It was as if someone had drawn a knife across my skin. She paused, I knew more were coming. Pain shot across my cheeks again, about an inch under the last strike, then quickly another. I was taking short sharp breaths, flinching with every hit. She worked her way down to about half way down my thighs. A slight pause then a line of fire on both inner thighs. Each strike was so sharp and precise it took my breath away. A felt the tip of the cane trace across my arse. This time both cheeks felt the force, 6 quick vicious strikes. The pain flew through me.

"Please Ma'am please stop!" I gasped.

"Please what boy?"

I groaned, "please hurt my balls Ma'am."

The tip of the cane slowly slowly traced it's way over my balls.

"This might be a bit too extreme for now."

She got the small rod that she had used before. It cracked into both my balls and more pain shot through me. Another groan was forced out of me. My balls had recovered slightly as she attacked my arse but the pain flooded through them again. Another sharp smack, a pause and then another. Then on the sides again and again. I was crying out with each hit. She stopped and massaged them, squeezing gently and rolling them around. I couldn't really tell at this point if she was trying to hurt me or soothe me but at least the agony had briefly stopped. My cock had gone down a little during this beating so she now started using the rod on my shaft. Thin streaks of pain ran across it as the rod struck. It seemed that it enjoyed any sort of attention and it grew back to full hardness.

"Oh baby, look at that!" She exclaimed.

"You know how much I adore making you hard, looks like I've found another way."

My shaft took many blows then she did the same to my swollen glans. Pain erupted across the sensitive skin. Two more blows and I was writhing in pain again. Quickly she turned back to my balls. The rod hit length ways across each testicle, I shouted in agony.

"No Ma'am, no please Ma'am."

"No what boy?"

I couldn't answer, my balls were hurting so badly now. They were throbbing in pain.
She chuckled.

"Nothing to say, I'll carry on then."

My balls erupted again and I cried out.

"No! My arse Ma'am please. Hurt my arse instead."

Almost before I had stopped speaking the bamboo crashed into my cheeks. Another thin river of fire snaked across me. Then another on each thigh. She went back to my arse and fire spread through me. I was shaking, every muscles taught.

"Ma'am nooo!" I cried out.

She stopped. There was silence except for my hoarse breathing. I barely knew where I was. All I knew was that she had stopped creating more agony. I felt my balls being massaged again before she pulled them back, holding them and stretching them. She started slowly stroking my cock, bringing it back to full hardness. As my cock got harder her grip on my balls got tighter.

"Look at how hard he is. Pain and pleasure. You need both don't you boy? Don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am, I want both of them."

"I love giving you both of them. You want to please me don't you boy?"

I would say anything right now. My cock was throbbing, my tortured balls were screaming.

"Yes Ma'am. I want to please you Ma'am."

Her hand left my cock and she said,

"That's enough pleasure for now. Time for some more pain. Arse or balls boy?"

I broke, I was almost crying.

"Please Ma'am. Please don't. I'm sorry Ma'am. I can't, I just can't."

Her hand tightened on my balls and I screamed. She let go and my balls just swayed beneath me pain arcing through them. She touched my arse and I flinched.

"It's OK baby, it's over for now. Try and relax while I set you free. There was some movement around my balls and the weight was removed. She held them softly and moved them around in her fingers.

"They are just fine baby. Sore but fine.

She undid the straps and helped me to my feet. I just stood there dazed. Pain was running through me in waves.

She took me by the hand and slowly we went upstairs. She told me to lie on the bed and very gingerly I lay down. It hurt like mad but obviously not as badly as the caning. She got me some water and lay carefully next to me.

"I'm amazed baby. I've seen experienced pain sluts break way before you did. Well done, I'm so proud, and really turned on. There's nothing wrong with your tongue is there?"

I managed a weak smile.

"My tongue is fine Ma'am, would you like to sit on my face? I'm not sure I can move."

She smiled and said, "of course baby. You stay there."

Her lovely sweet pussy was soon pressed into my mouth. She was definitely very turned on and it didn't take long to bring her to a long loud orgasm. She didn't move away but stayed there. She told me to go again slowly, I was coming back to life now and I patiently brought her back to another orgasm, this one was longer and deeper and seemed to run through her to her core. Sighing she got off my and laughing down beside me again.

"Thanks baby, that was absolutely gorgeous. Your tongue just hits the spot every time."

Her compliments never failed to make me happy. Despite the pain still washing through me I felt good. I was feeling very good actually. I turned my head, kissed her and smiled.

"Thank you Ma'am. I'm not sure what I'm thanking you for though. I'm hurting but happy."

She kissed me back.

"It's the endorphins. You will come back down soon. You'll probably hurt more then, your body is protecting you. One thing is for sure you won't be sitting comfortably for a few days."

I laughed, "you're not wrong about that Ma'am."

Her hand slid down and held my cock which responded to her grasp. She pumped it slowly a few times.

"Nothing wrong with him then."

Gently she brought me to full hardness. She kept up her soft strokes for a few minutes. The feelings were amplified by being so utterly different to the pain I had recently endured. I lay there savouring every touch, her soft fingers running over my shaft. She carefully moved down the bed and took me into her willing mouth. She kept her hand on my shaft and used her lips and tongue to move around my sensitive head. It was bliss, her slow pumping of my shaft and her tongue sliding sensuality over my head. I moaned in joy as the feelings slowly grew. The heat of her mouth washed over my cock as her tongue made circles around me. She used the tip to massage the most sensitive spots coaxing me towards my orgasm. Despite my soreness I was making little thrusts with my hips. She didn't let me get too much friction though, slowing her tongue. Her hand gripped me a bit tighter and she sucked me in, going up and down. I could feel it coming, the aches and pains fading as the pleasure overtook anything else. I was moaning as my orgasm approached, eyes closed as the inevitable surge built.

She pulled her head away leaving me right on the edge. My eyes opened to see her beautiful face looking up at me.

Smiling she said, "are you trying to cum baby? That's very naughty, I should punish you for that."

Please god no I thought.

"Sorry Ma'am, I'm a bit all over the place."

"I understand baby but that's no excuse. As I said when we first met, doing your best isn't optional. Denying you turns me on. Do better."

Her mouth was on my cock again, her tongue making beautiful little patterns on my sensitive head. Her words were clear in my mind. It felt so good to have the pleasure after the pain. Her tongue was so smooth yet insistent, I needed an orgasm. Surely I deserved it.

Stop. Stop thinking like that. Enjoy it, enjoy the beautiful sensations and be in the moment. Her pleasure was my pleasure. I'm not sure if this was a conscious or u*********s monologue in my mind but it brought me back to the present. It was so so good. My breathing deepened and relaxed as I rode the waves of pleasure she was giving me. It was heaven.

She began to quicken her pace, gripping my cock more firmly and pumping with more urgency. The feelings intensified and my calm began to slip. It was too good, too much. I tensed trying to hold off but it was no use. My orgasm was coming. Suddenly her mouth and hand were gone and she moved back up to me. My cock was left helplessly bouncing in the air searching for something, anything to take it over the edge.

"Trying to cum again? You are still thinking about yourself. You have to stop that. However you did well after my little pep talk. Given what you have been through today that was quite impressive. There will always be a point where it becomes impossible to resist but together we are moving that point further and further away. It's work in progress baby and it always will be."

She was right, it would always be a work in progress. I would always be trying to better myself, always trying harder to please her. She would see to that. She wouldn't ever let up. There was no room for second best, never any chance of slacking off. Anything but my best would have serious consequences. I was sure there would be times when I would resent her for that but deep down I knew I loved her for it.

I would be the best I could be.

But what about the pain? Why did my cock betray me and enjoy it so much? Sure, she loved inflicting pain so by suffering I pleased her but there was more to it. What was the old cliche? We feel most alive when we are closest to death? Hopefully it wouldn't come to that but I definitely felt a huge rush when she hurt me. Everything went into overdrive, all my senses were heightened.

"Come on, time for a shower. This will sting a bit baby."

It did, it stung a lot but the hot water slowly soothed my abused arse and thighs. There were hot red welts everywhere. She showed me in the mirror when we got out. She was smiling, I wore them with pride. I was proud of what I had suffered for her.