New Neighbour Pt 03

I arrived early at Ma'am's house and she asked me how I had slept and I explained my feelings to her. She was very pleased.

"You are a natural subby Tom. Chastity is supposed to be difficult, torture almost but it isn't supposed to stop you functioning as a human being. You have a life, you have school and hopefully university too. A constant lack of sleep would jeopardise that and it is bad for your health too.

Thank you for being so honest too. Some people would bitch and moan about it, try and guilt their Domme into giving them an orgasm or releasing them from chastity. Not you though, well done."

She hugged me and I felt that familiar swell of pride.

"To the basement with you boy!"

Apprehensively I followed her down, I had thought she was out most of the day. There was a big pile of rope but I also noticed some decorating equipment.

"I want some painting done today.'

She outlined the job, most of the walls but leave the ceiling as she possibly had some plans. She had provided everything I needed. Paint, brushes, dust sheets, sand paper to smooth over any lumps. Shouldn't be too hard I thought.

Then she turned and picked up the ropes and said.

"As we were talking about that Mistress and slave couple last night I thought I'd take a leaf out of their book. Strip boy."

She got to work, beginning with the yoke around my shoulders. There seemed to be lots of spare rope hanging from my chest when she stopped. Reaching into a box she brought out a pair of leather cuffs and some chain.

"I need a new handyman," she said, "I seem to spend far too much time making you squirm and not enough making you actually work."

She tightened the cuffs but left the chain for now.

"Legs apart."

I complied and from the box appeared some lube and a decent sized butt plug.

"As promised it's time to have some fun with your arse boy. I take it you've never had one of these inside you before?"

"No Ma'am I haven't."

It was about the same length as my vibe but made of flexible rubber. Unlike my vibe it was coned shaped, getting wider as it neared the base. I noticed a D ring embedded in the base too.

"Bend over and relax."

Nervously I bent and grabbed my ankles. Inserting something fairly narrow yourself was one thing but this was a lot wider than my vibe. She lubed it up and I felt the cold tip on my arsehole. Gently but insistantly she began to slide it home. Involuntarily I tensed a bit as it went deeper and got wider. She withdrew it slightly and then pushed again getting a little further. This was repeated a few times until the final push. I hadn't been stretched like this before, it hurt and I briefly wondered if she was going to tear anything down there. All of a sudden my arse seemed to suck it in and the pain stopped. I felt stuffed, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling but it definitely felt weird.

"How's that boy? Does it hurt?"

"No Ma'am. It hurt going in but it's fine now." I replied.

She began some more rope work, coming down from my chest she tied a tight loop around my hips and then went between my legs. The ropes went either side of the cage and she fed them through the D ring and up my back. She pulled, hard. The plug jolted up my arse and the base was held firmly against me. The ropes went up my back around my waist and yoke then back down between my legs. Another sharp tug and she tied them off on the yoke.

She stepped back to admire her work.

"Nice, move around boy."

I walked around a little. The plug seemed to shift with every movement.

"Bend over."

I bent forward and the ropes through my crotch tightened and forced the plug deeper inside. I could feel my cock responding. It didn't hurt, actually it felt pretty good.

"That feels...err... good Ma'am, I think."

"Yes, your cock seems to like it too."

It did, it was swelling nicely.

"I'd love to do something with your arms too but I actually want you to do some work."

She bent down and used the padlocks to secure the short chain between my ankles.

"That looks good but there's no latex, I need to do something about that.

From a different box she showed me a latex mask. It was anatomically correct, I could see the outline of the ears on the side and the nose. The mouth looked odd though. She turned it inside out to reveal a fairly large mouthpiece or guard.

"This fits over your teeth and inside your mouth. In the middle there is a hollow... well tongue really that your tongue can slide into. I'm told it fills you up nicely but is quite comfy. As for nose, these tubes go inside your nostrils. Once the hood is secure they can't come out."

It looked imposing but quite sexy. The nose tubes weren't very long so I figured they would fit well but the mouth guard looked quite filling. Carefully she slid the mask down.

"I'll need your help to locate the tubes."

With a few adjustments she slowly pushed the tubes in. They felt weird but there was no difficulty in breathing at all, in fact they almost seemed to widen my nostrils. I opened my mouth and the guard went in. I had to move my jaw around a bit but it settled in and my tongue found it's rubber home. My mouth was full but my tongue was free to move and it felt quite exciting having it encased in it's own flexible rubber prison. All in all it was very comfy and very sexy as my cock reminded me by flexing in it's cage.

She tidied my hair away and the rear zip came down, tightening the whole hood as it went. It felt great.

"One last thing," and she put a thick leather posture collar around my neck, tightened it and locked it with another padlock. I realised my head movements were quite well restricted. This would make what I had thought of as fairly simple job much more difficult.

To confirm my thoughts she said.

"The collar means that you will have to move a lot to see what you are doing. You will have to bend over a lot too in order to get to the bottom of the wall. However I would never leave a sub alone like this without precautions.

Upstairs in a sealed envelope are the keys to those padlocks so you can easily free yourself in an emergency. You should be able to remove the ropes too, although some of the knots behind you will be difficult to reach. The rules are that you do not leave this room expect for brief visits to the toilet if you need it and possibly to the sink for some water or a sponge if you need those for the painting. In the corner you will notice that you are being watched. Enjoy your day boy."

I hadn't noticed the laptop in the corner, a small red light indicating that the camera was in operation. She thought of everything. No slacking, no mask removal and no rope loosening for me then. She kissed my latex mouth and disappeared.

I stood there enjoying the latex, the ropes and the plug deep inside me then got to work.

It should have been a very easy job but as Ma'am had pointed out, the collar was there for a reason. I had to move a lot and every movement caused the plug to move. One way, another way, deeper when I bent over. The feeling of my full mouth and my tongue in it's rubber sheath was turning me on too. Naturally my cock was merciless in it's attempts to break out. It was hours of erotic torture. My head was hot in the hood, I could feel the sweat as it squeezed it's way down the mask and out under the collar. I found myself pushing the rubber sheath in and out with my tongue, trying to fuck it in a way.

I knew I had to concentrate hard on the job though. Ma'am wouldn't tolerate anything other than perfection. I toiled away, horny as hell. I did have to pop upstairs to get some things from under the sink but I hurried back down while noticing the envelope on the kitchen work surface. Freedom was in it, so close but it didn't even cross my mind. Obey her, always obey her.

I had finished and was carefully inspecting my work, looking for any tiny flaws to touch up when I heard her voice on the stairs.

"My, you look a picture!"

I turned, bowed and did a little pirouette.

She laughed.

"Very sexy baby."

She was dressed smartly in a casual business suit with her hair tied back. Professional but sexy.

"Let's have a look then."

She inspected my work with great interest making various hmm noises.

"Well you know how picky I am, and you also know that I would love to find fault so that I could punish you... not that I need an excuse of course... but that looks like an excellent job boy. Well done."

She smacked me on the arse and I bowed my head a little to acknowledge the compliment.

"I need to slip into something more comfortable, be a dear and clear this stuff up."

I took everything upstairs and started washing out the brushes. I left the paint and dust sheets by the backdoor as I figured she wouldn't want me going outside in my current state. I was washing the sink out when she came back, just in her silk dressing gown.

"Like you I'm happiest when I'm naked."

She opened her robe and pressed herself against me, pinning me against the sink. I could feel the heat of her body against me, the cage was pressed tight between us.

"I should reward you for your good work baby."

We went back down to the basement.

"Get your sexy arse on that cross."

I eagerly compiled, a reward! Some part of my brain was trying to tell me that my reward might not be what I was hoping for but the rest of it was only thinking of one thing.

In quick time I was secured. Last time I was naked. This time I was plugged, ropes all over me and a lovely tight latex hood pressing against me. I couldn't be happier.

She stood back and just stared at me. I felt like I was her prey. My cock was still very happy, bouncing around in the cage. Pain or pleasure. Relief or frustration. She could give me all of those or none of them, it didn't matter as long as she got what she wanted.

The key appeared from a pocket in her dressing gown and she opened the lock. The cage sprang away from the ring and she carefully squeezed and cajoled my member out of the cage. She deftly slipped a blindfold over the latex mask and stepped away. I tried to calm myself as my breath whistled through the nose holes in the mask. I felt the lube going down my cock and her hand spread it around, coating me. Nothing happened for a minute then her body pressed up against mine. With a deft movement she pushed my cock down and it slipped between her legs. Briefly I thought she was going to guide it into her pussy but she pushed her hips forward and it slid past her pussy and nestled between her upper thighs and her cheeks. She began to thrust slowly backwards and forwards. Her pussy was near the base of my cock, the rest of it was sliding easily across her smooth skin. She brought her legs together and my cock was engulfed but when she pushed her pubic mound into me I realised that my glans was almost exposed behind her thighs and cheeks.

She reached behind her and gently scratched my knob.

"Oh, it's so big it cant feel anything."

She said in a gentle mocking tone. She was right, my shaft was trapped but the business end was left almost entirely free of the friction it needed. She thrust her hips at me, only moving an inch or so. My shaft felt the movement but my glans felt almost nothing. She carried on for a minute, our bodies pressed together. I tried to respond but my bindings were too tight, all I felt was a slight movement of the plug as I clenched my muscles.

She continued with the infuriating little thrusts, my shaft could feel her but my sensitive end got almost no friction at all. I kept trying to flex back and forth to get some more stimulation but all I succeeded in doing was to move the plug around deep in my body. Her hot breath on my neck was quickening as were her movements. I stopped worrying about my own orgsam and enjoyed her build up. I felt a hand snake between us and seconds later she was there, trembling and shaking. My cock shook with her but the friction had ceased, again I was left impossibly hard and needy. She calmed herself and made a few longer thrusts and my glans slid beautifully through her thighs. She stopped.

"Mmm, nice.

She breathed.

"Time for your reward baby."

There was a slight loosening of the binding around my waist, not much though.

I felt her hands up by my arms grabbing 2 of the straps. Then I felt a knee up by my side and a foot against my thigh. The same thing happened on the other side. She was off the floor, feet pressing into my thighs and arms taking the rest of her weight through the arm straps. I knew where her pussy must be. There was a soft hot wetness around the end of my cock. She was rubbing gently against the end of my cock.

"Put it in me baby. I want you so much."

I could move my hips now but barely. The straps around my upper thighs made sure of that. Her feet were also using the straps for purchase making them even tighter. I thrust my hips as far as I could but she remained maddeningly out of reach. All I achieved was another jolt in my arse as the plug moved.

She was moving slightly, helping in a really unhelpful way. I thrust again and my tip slid into her, just an inch or so. I was straining my hips forward as far as I could. The plug was jammed into me. I was straining every muscle for more, just a little more. I couldn't hold the position. My head was coated in sweat under the latex. I moved and slid out.

"Aww baby, come on. I need you in me.'

It was impossible, I pushed forward as hard as I could, straps biting into me and again I got an inch or so inside her. The wet heat felt amazing but it wasn't enough. I needed more. Sweat was rolling off my whole body now. I was at the end of my tether in more ways than one. My arse was sore from the plug and the ropes and straps were digging in all over me as I strained. Then suddenly she relaxed and I felt my cock slowly slide into her. It was as if every nerve ending in my cock was on fire. Heat, slick wetness enveloped me. She was fucking me, only she wasn't. Our groins bumped together and she stopped.

"Oh fuck," I heard her say, " fuck, your cock baby. Oh yeah."

I could feel her muscles shivering around my shaft. My cock was burning with desire She was shaking all over. She stayed like that making minuscule movements.

I realised that it must be hard work for her holding herself like that. She slowly slid off me, moaning quietly and was gone. My cock twitched helplessly in mid air. She was by my side, mouth by my ear.

"Sorry baby. Not today. I just had to feel that beauty in me. It will happen but I want it to be perfect when it does, perfect for both of us."

I groaned but understood. I was all over the place. She began to release me. I stepped gingerly off the cross and she started removing the ropes, struggling briefly with a couple of the knots that had tightened and become wet with my sweat. She carefully led me to the bathroom. She bent me over the sink removed the collar and pulled the mask off. Sweat came pouring out into the sink. I moved my jaw and lips. She got me a glass of water and I drank greedily, thanking her. She pushed me over again and her fingers gripped the D ring and pulled. I was too tired to tense up and the plug slipped easily out. We jumped in the shower and cleaned each other. Her hands caressed me, easing the tension and aches.

"It just never goes down, does it?"

She was fondling my hard cock.

"That bodes well for the future."

She grinned.

We flopped on the bed snuggling into each other.

"That was the wrong time. You were exhausted and I was beginning to feel the strain of holding on to you."

She was touching me, lightly stroking me in an almost absent minded way. It was as if she had a new toy and wanted to play with it. She wasn't deliberately trying to tease me but the effect was the same. As always she asked me how I was, what hurt and what didn't. I responded rhen asked how she was but answer was unexpected.

"I feel slightly out of control," she said, "it has been a long time between drinks. The sort of things I like, we like, don't really lend themselves to one night stands. I was with a guy about a year ago. We were both super busy working and tired all the time. Playtime needs time and energy. And he fought me every step of the way with the kinky stuff. He said he was sub and at the start he was but turned out that he wanted to top from the bottom all the time. That's not being a sub. That's just someone who uses their partner as a kink delivery system. Since then no one, until you came along. I guess I was on a sort of extended break. I wasn't looking for anyone, I was just drifting along. Then you came into my life. I was just messing around right at the start but I quickly realised that you might be," she paused, "interesting. I knew soon after we met that you weren't shy, you were submissive. I was concerned about your age but I thought this would be a little diversion for me. Not so as it turns out. Everything seemed to click, my inner dominatrix was awakened along with my libido, as you may have noticed."

She laughed quietly.

"This feels great but we've gone very fast, possibly too fast. I'm not sure, that's the problem. I don't like uncertainty or doubt. It doesn't sit easily with me. That's why I feel slightly out of control.

Also you are very young. This is intense for me, it must be even more so for you. I don't want to hurt you, you're a good man and don't deserve that."

I pondered for a second.

"I love that you are so concerned about me, it makes me feel safe. Everything about this is new to me and it is a lot to take in. I know I'm young but I've always been pretty certain about my feelings. This feels right somehow, weird, scary, intense but right. All I know is that I don't want it to end. I'll do whatever you want, not in a kinky way, in a relationship way. I'm not sure what I'm saying. I'm saying I trust you implicitly and I will follow your lead. I will also be totally honest with you. I might not be able to properly express my feelings but I will be open with you and do my best."

She held me a little tighter.

"Thanks baby."

She sighed and said.

"Life is good, let's not overthink it. At the moment it feels like neither of us have any desire other than to carry on and enjoy the ride."

Her hand had fallen still during this discussion but suddenly she grabbed me hard.

"Somebody mentioned my libido."

She was on top of me in a trice, pushing me down as she wriggled up. I welcomed her pussy to my eager mouth and tongue. There were fewer instructions this time as I slowly drew another intense orgasm out of her willing body.

It had got late again and I had to go. Unfortunately Ma'am had to use the cold towel again before she could lock me up but I had the feeling she enjoyed it.

As I left she passed me some money for my work. I protested saying that I hadn't really been doing much work recently but she insisted. It was for appearances sake. To the outside world, and more precisely to my mum, I was here to work and we should try to keep things outwardly normal.

I was late for dinner and apologised to my mum. I said time had just sort of gotten away from me. Her look suggested that she wasn't entirely convinced by my explanation. I held up the money and said she is paying me and the cash would be great for university. I also pointed out that my grades were only going one way. That seemed to placate her.

I had been studying well. I wanted to and Ma'am gave me little choice. She had removed her little picture pages ago but I knew she was still keeping tabs on me. A few times a week I would get an email from her either praising me for how many hours I was putting in or scolding me for spending too much time staring aimlessly out of the window. It even went as far as telling me off for spending 17 minutes looking at a page that didn't have much info on it. I knew she couldn't be watching me all the time so I wondered exactly how good the program she was running was. Very good was my guess. My first exam was only 3 weeks away. I felt good about it, I actually felt prepared and ready which was a first. Mostly I relied on last minute desperation and the fact I was pretty smart.
This Saturday when I arrived Ma'am was in front of her computer looking very serious. There was a cold cup of coffee on the desk and papers everywhere. She smiled when she saw me but said she was right in the middle of something and basically told me to do something with the the end of the garden.

Not much to go on but there was plenty of old bushes and brambles that needed sorting out so I got to it. She owned a couple of fields beyond the garden that she hoped to turn into a wild flower meadow but that hadn't been started yet. I kept myself busy for a few hours. It was rare that she didn't pay me some attention but clearly something was holding her to the desk.

I went back for some water and a bit of lunch. She was tidying the desk. Looking up she said.

"Sorry Tom. Work is calling. We've just got a big job, really big. Some clients who have used us before have been in touch. They have a serious issue and want us on the job. They are big international players. They are also very big payers. We can't really refuse. I hadn't really been looking for too much work but this is a great opportunity for us."

"Well it sounds good Ma'am. Big payers sounds very good."

She nodded.

"If we can sort this out for them it'll be the sort of money that would mean I wouldn't have to work for years if I didn't want to. I had hoped to sort of semi retire from the company but they specifically asked for me. I could refuse but I owe a couple of the people in the company. They took a risk on me a few years back. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them."

This time I nodded.

"You have to then I guess. It'll be worth it in many ways and I know how seriously you take your work, and your sense of responsibility and duty won't let you say no."

I paused and put on a comedy sad face.

"Please don't leave me Ma'am! I'm lost without you!"

She laughed.

"In some ways it has happened at a good time for us. Much as I want to have you locked away in my dungeon 24/7 to use and abuse you, it's an important time for you."

She ran over to me and threw herself at me and wailed,

"I'll miss you too baby!" Before pretending to cry on my shoulder.

"Seriously though I'm going to be in London a lot, at least a month probably. There are naughty people who need punishing but first we have to catch the bastards."

I smiled.

"They don't stand a chance Ma'am."

"We will see," she said, "I've got a feeling that they are pretty good at what they are doing. We just have to be better. I need a release, dungeon boy."

When we got down there she stopped for a second, looking thoughtfully at the chair.

"Yes." She said almost to herself.

"I'm going to let you do something for me, to me actually, that I've only done a couple of times before. I feel in the right mood to relinquish control for a while. My head is fried at the moment. Don't for one second think that means you have a any real control though boy. You will still be doing my bidding."

I was slightly confused but said,

"whatever plan you have I will always do my best to please you Ma'am. You know that, and I am in zero doubt as to where the power lies in this relationship."

She touched my face.

"Good boy. Right, I want you to tie me up."

This was an unexpected twist.

"Err... yes Ma'am."

I really hadn't seen that coming.

She explained in great detail what was going to happen. She was going to get in the chair and I was going to strap her down, exactly as she had done to me. I was gobsmacked, this was a complete volt face to our usual dynamic. I really wasn't sure about this. She told me she wanted to be in the chair for an hour. There were some toys she may or may not want me to use but she would let me know. She wanted me to lick her but not to allow her to orgasm for 40 minutes. She knew how powerful tease and denial was, and once in a blue moon she loved having it done to her.

She would tell me what to do after that.

Then she said.

"Most importantly, do not stop. You know how you get when I've had you at the edge. The moaning and thrashing around, I am more passionate and intense sexually than you, you've made me cum enough times to know how deeply it effects me. Do this right and I will be a mess. I will make noise, I will fight. Do not stop. Thay will be the biggest mistake. I'm putting my trust in you in a way that I very rarely do. Be strong and dont let me down boy."

"I promise Ma'am. Once I have begun I will not stop for 40 minutes. You have my word."

I was getting very excited by this but I was also feeling very happy, very proud that she thought enough of me to make herself vulnerable in this way. It was natural for me but for her it was a big thing. There were a few more instructions, she pushed my hand between my legs, she was wet.

"Make me scream boy."

She sat down and I began strapping her in. She said tighter so I tightened. She looked beautiful even like this.

I held up the gag and she nodded. I inserted it, and tightened it up behind the headrest.

"Tighter?"

She nodded again. I stood in front of her. She seemed calm but there was a nervous energy in her. I kissed her on her forehead, knelt down and began.

As ordered, and as usual, I started slowly. No contact on her clit for a while. I moved across her lips, between her lips, occasionally gently probing inside her with my tongue. She had taught me about feeling her body, reading her movements, almost reading her mind. I tried to think about all of these things then realised that I knew what to do and when to do it. I briefly remembered a conversation from earlier where she had said don't over think it so I didn't. I did what felt right. Softly then more firmly, slow then faster. I was concentrating on her clit now. I could almost feel her heart beat through it as her arousal grew. She was building slowly. She had been silent up until now but the first low moan escaped from behind the gag. I sneaked a peak at the clock over her shoulder, 20 minutes gone. It was time to take her to the edge. I saw her arms flexing against the bonds and the flush in her face and across her chest. Her eyes were closed. I didn't increase my pace but I put slightly more pressure into my touches. My tongue swirled slowly but purposefully across her clit. Occasionally just the tip making tiny little circles.

She was close. The signals were obvious, my hands on her inner thighs felt the changing tension in her muscles, my tongue felt her hips pushing looking for more. I let it come closer, closer. As her orgasm neared I slowly eased the pressure, becoming more delicate. Her moans became more insistant. I wanted to make her cum right now but I knew that was not what she wanted. I wanted to cum, my cock was like iron in the cage but I hadn't even noticed. My world was her.

Her need, her desire.

She was still getting closer but slowly, oh so slowly. Nearly there, nearly. Her breathing changed coming in little gasps. My tongue moved fractionally away from her clit, denying her that last little sensation she needed. The moans changed from pure lust to frustration. The chair shook slightly as she bucked towards my tongue. But she could barely move. With the very tip of my tongue I touched the end of her clit, a higher pitched moan now. That was the spot she wanted, if I gave her a little bit more she would cum. I didn't, my touch was like a butterfly. An even higher pitched moan. She was taking short sharp breaths, desperate for release. I moved and thrust my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy. She growled. Almost immediately I was back to her clit, my tongue flat against it but still. She felt it there and growled again. Any movement would do but there was none. The growl turned into a moan again. She let go a little, I felt her relax slightly and take some deep breaths. Still with my tongue flat against her I started moving it again. Just slightly as I tried to let her settle down a bit. Quickly I flicked my tongue hard across her a couple of times then stopped. She jerked in the chair. The friction was exactly what she needed but it was over too fast. There was a loud angry mmmm noise. I did it again. She jerked again, I noticed her hands clenched into tight balls out of the corner of my eye. I went back to little circles around the outside of her clit and she groaned, a deep low sound. I carried on, feeling her need. The circles became smaller, slowly bringing more sensations to her sweet spot. She was climbing again towards the peak. I felt it coming and made my circles slightly bigger, keeping her just where I wanted her. She bucked, her whole body desperately seeking release. She almost shouted through the gag but I wouldn't, I couldn't give her what she needed. Her whole body was singing with erotic tension. I quick glance told me it was nearly time. My circles became quicker, more insistant. Then I changed, up and down. Change again, side to side. She was lost in primal lust, her face contorted and sweaty.

Then I let it happen, swirling my tongue around her she came. I long drawn out roar, her whole body shook. Wave after wave of orgasmic joy flew through her body into her clit. She moaned and cried out as it ran through her. I remained still, tongue planted firmly on her clit. My cock was raging in it's cage. I didn't care. I was entirely focused on the release I had given her. The power of her orgasm was amazing. It seemed to carry on forever until some high pitched whines that slowly faded let me know that she was coming down from the high. I stayed still as her breathing slowed. I looked up at her. She opened her eyes, focus slowly returned. I think she tried to smile around the gag but she definitely nodded. This was my cue, Quickly i stood up and picked up the nipple clamps. I held them in front of her and she nodded again. She was all or nothing I thought to myself and I positioned the first clamp and let it bite down hard. She moaned but before she had time to recover I had the other one on. She was in pain, her lips pulled back around the gag in a grimace. I tugged on the connecting chain causing another shock through her. I immediately dropped down between her legs again. I pursed my lips and sucked on her engorged clit.

She was still very sensitive so with the most delicate of touches I continued. She jumped at the first touch but settled down briefly. Her passion grew quickly though as I sucked her into me. Her clit was exposed and I used light touches, varying me speed to bring her close than leave her waiting before bringing her to the edge again.

She was a hot mess. Everything was quivering, all sorts of noises escaping. It was obvious why she had ordered me not to stop. Some of the sounds from behind the gag sounded angry, some like she was in pain. Without that specific order I would have stopped which would have ruined the scene. It was all about her briefly giving the power to me.

She must be exhausted I thought. It seemed like every muscle in her body was twitching and spasming. There was sweat running down her chest. I had her in the palm of my hand, or the tip of my tongue to be precise. I kept her so close, taking her so that just another second of contact would do it then stopping and restarting almost immediately. A glance up told me it was time. She was so lost in passion she didn't notice my hand reaching up and grabbing chain between the clamps. The pads on these clamps were smooth and slightly rounded, she had told me they could be pulled off without doing any damage. It would hurt like hell but that's what I was to do. Not quite yet though.

I had taken her so close so many times that it was like an electric shock when she realised I had gone too far and she was going to cum. Every muscle froze, just as I felt her orgasm hit I firmly pulled the clamps off. I had timed it beautifully, just as she reached her most sensitive moment the clamps were ripped off. A huge jolt of pain shot through her combining with the explosion in her clit. She was on fire, a guttural roar came forth as she twisted in her bonds, shaking furiously. It must have been over 30 seconds before her subconscious reminded her of the need for oxygen. She took massive lungs full of air, moaning as she exhaled. Slowly she came down from her peak. Drool and sweat covered her chest.

As instructed, I did nothing to interfere or break the spell. Eventually her eyes flickered open, unfocused at first but as she came back to earth I saw her look at me. Again the attempted smile around the gag and she nodded at me. I gently removed the gag, wiped her face and offered her a glass of water with a straw. She sucked greedily.

"Oh fuck, kiss me."

We enjoyed a slow passionate kiss, she smiled and said.

"Get me out of this damn chair Tom."

Quickly I freed her. I had to help her up, her legs were like jelly. We embraced as she recovered, her strength slowly returning. She kissed me on the lips and said.

"I think I need a shower baby. That was... perfect. Thank you."

She kissed me again and we headed for the shower. It was a slow one. I held her, softly washing the sweat from her body. An occasional small tremor ran through her, an aftershock she called them. I was so happy. I had given her exactly what she wanted and needed. We flopped onto the bed and just lay there in silence. No words were needed.

After about 5 minutes she said.

"I'm starving baby."

"Allow me Ma'am."

I brought some bits and pieces up from the kitchen and she devoured them. She lay back, totally relaxed.

"Don't expect that to happen again any time soon, incredible though it was baby. I have to be in exactly the right place to do that."

She smiled at me, "and with the right person of course."

My heart sang.

"It was amazing Ma'am. You've no idea how happy I am. I'm honoured that you wanted me to do that, that you trusted me and had enough faith in me. Now I know why you emphasised the not stopping part. I would have quite a few times if you hadn't, especially the second time."

She laughed.

"Pretty intense huh? Only women can cum like that, from their core with their whole body. I've never met a man could anyway. How long has it been? 4 weeks hasn't it?"

It had been 4 weeks, I could hardly believe it. If someone had told me that I wouldn't cum for 4 weeks I would of assumed that I must have been in a c***. 4 weeks!

"It will be good baby, really good. Maybe I'll let you have one before your exams so that it's not on your mind."

She was stroking the cage now, just brief touches of skin on skin through the bars.

"Or maybe an end of exam treat. That would be nice wouldn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said uncertainly, "that's another 7 weeks."

7 weeks! Nooo!

"As long as that? Oh dear."

I could hear the amused tone in her voice. My cock was stiffening quickly.

"Of course we won't know how well you've done until you get your results."

"Nooo, no Ma'am, we won't."

I failed to sound composed and casual. My cock was throbbing at the implications.

"There seems to be a slight difference of opinion between your mind and your cock baby. He seems very keen on the idea."

I groaned, she was right. My cock was betraying me again. It was tight in the cage. Why did I get so turned on by the idea of more denial and more delay?

"You've been such a good boy. You've lost it a couple of times but generally you haven't bitched or moaned. That's very tiresome, endless whining. Maybe if you had been more desperate I would have let you cum by now."

I chuckled quietly.

"I thought you hated lies Ma'am."

She laughed too.

"Got me baby. But it's true, you've reacted brilliantly to chastity. I couldn't have wished for more from you. I'll know when you are ready and it will be special. I don't like this ruined orgasm thing. When a boy is kept in chastity there are a couple of things to bear in mind. He is in some ways allowing it, to please his Domme. He knows how much his Domme loves teasing and tormenting him so his own denial and lust brings him pleasure through her pleasure. That should be the way he feels anyway, and I know it's the way you feel which is beautiful."

I smiled.

"I do Ma'am. Through my lust I can see your eyes dancing when you tease me, you come alive, it's like you are feeding off my need and lust."

"Good description baby. Your desire energises me. I love it. The other thing about chastity is that I believe there should be an end point, an orgasm. What's the point in permanent chastity? The sub has nothing to look forward to and the Domme actually loses some of her control. Some people see it differently but you are probably glad to hear I don't."

"You've no idea Ma'am."

We laughed.

"When orgasms are rationed they should be something special, a joyous release for the sub. A reward worth waiting for. Then it becomes a virtuous circle. He wants it again. It reinforces the desire to please. You will never know when I'm going to allow you an orgasm. Sometimes it will be daily, sometimes not for many months. Can you make it for months for my baby?"

I groaned as my cock twitched.

"Yes Ma'am. My cock is yours. My orgasms are yours. My body is yours. Take it all, use it and abuse it Ma'am. Do whatever you want to me for your pleasure."

"I will baby, don't you worry. I'm hot again. Please me."

Again I was between her thighs giving her the joy she wanted and deserved. Carefully I coaxed another orgasm out of her tired body. This wasn't explosive like the earlier ones, it just washed over her. Her body moved in a languid way while soft sighs of pleasure filled the room. It was beautiful.

We spent a little more time in bed, then went down to the kitchen. Good byes were said. She thought she would probably be around next weekend as the sort of job they were doing was usually a slow burner to begin with. It involved clever mathematics and geeks with algorithms. Only when the numbers had been crunched could they start putting the pieces together and start to interpret what they meant. She told me that that was where the fun started. They would probably have to do a sting operation to catch to catch the bad guys.

I asked her if it would end up with dozens of cops storming the building shouting and screaming. She thought it was highly unlikely. She might have to go to court as an expert witness though. Then she told me about one job where there had indeed been cops storming the building. She said it was all for show, a public demonstration to let potential fraudsters know that the law was there and prepared. She had actually been arrested and handcuffed, again all for show. Her and John, who she worked with, had been working undercover so were arrested to keep up appearances.

"That reminds me actually," she said, "there was a very sexy woman who worked there. She was nothing to do with the fraud but she ended up handcuffed with me in the back of a police car. When I asked her how she was she looked at me, rattled her cuffs and told me that she was just fine."

She smiled.

"We went out for lunch soon afterwards but I was in the middle of that trouble with the man a told you about so I wasn't really in the mood. There was definitely something there though... I wonder if she's still in London... I might call her. Would you like a sexy slave girl to play with? I could keep you both here in chastity and watch you drive each other crazy. She was definitely sexy, she couldn't be a catwalk model or anything but she just oozed sexuality."

I smiled.

"Whatever pleases you Ma'am."

Laughing she kissed me and off I went.

During the week we exchanged a few emails. Things were going as predicted and she would be home on Friday evening. She was being put up in a pretty smart hotel in London.

On Thursday evening she sent me a selfie. It was her and Sarah, the woman she had spoke about, cheek to cheek smiling at the camera. So she had got in touch, and Sarah was indeed very sexy. Soon afterwards I got another photo, Ma'am was looking at the camera and Sarah was kissing her cheek. All the message said was sweet dreams. I smiled and wondered what they were up to. I then tried to stop thinking about what they were up to as I had to go to sleep soon. A 3rd message which said just so I know where the land lies are you OK with this. I replied that of course I was and told her that she had my permission to have a great night. I put a wink and a big kissy face at the end of the message too, just to be on the safe side. We hadn't discussed whether our relationship was going to be monogamous. It didn't really seem relevant early on but we were quite serious now. The cliche would be that she's in charge and she can do what she damn well pleases but she wasn't like that. I figured that as long as I was her main focus I was happy.
She called me from her car on Friday afternoon and said she was on her way home. Good news I thought. Work had gone fine but she was a bit tired. I said in what I hoped was a light tone.

"I'm sure you've been working very hard Ma'am." I emphasised the very, she laughed,

"Work hard, play hard. That's my motto."

There was a pause.

"I'm not sure I have to ask but you're definitely OK with me having a bit of fun last night?"

"Of course I am Ma'am. Don't worry." I said.

She replied.

"This feels odd. I felt a little guilty last night. I wondered if I had hurt your feelings. Maybe we should have a chat about things, yeah?"

"Sure Ma'am, but honestly I've got no problem at all about last night. She's a babe!"

She laughed.

"She is, and I was right about that little handcuff moment in the police car."

She chuckled, "anyway, you've been studying hard this week I noticed. Pop over tomorrow."

"Absolutely Ma'am, see you tomorrow."

I was sure my mum would be fine about me going over. She had seen how hard I had been working and how my grades had gone up.

I did some work on Saturday before going round to her place in the afternoon. She was at the computer again but greeted me cheerfully, giving me a big hug and kiss. We chatted but I had to ask about Thursday night.

"Oh, interested I see... it was great. I was right about the handcuffs and I was right about the spark. She is a sexy little subby. She's clearly spent a lot of time between a woman's legs before, she was great baby."

Don't ask questions that you might not like the answers to I thought.

She giggled.

"Don't worry. I like a bit of fun with a woman but men are my thing, especially chastity bitches with big thick cocks. I might see her again, she could provide some stress relief while I'm in London. But more specifically you have nothing to worry about, with other men or women. I'm a one man woman and you are definitely my man."

She kissed me.

"I had sort of figured that out I think," I said, "but thank you Ma'am. And for the record I won't be fucking anyone while your away."

She laughed.

"That's a weight off my mind!"

She grabbed my crotch.

"It's good know that you can keep it in your pants for me."

She took me down to the dungeon and told me to get in the chair.

"It's your turn boy."

She strapped me down very tightly and fitted the latex mask and posture collar that she'd used on me before. Was it going to be pleasure or pain this time? Both if my previous experiences had taught me anything. Before I could get too hard in the cage she removed it. I became instantly hard.

"Sorry baby but I want the ring off too."

She wasn't sorry and I knew what was coming. I waited for a minute and then the towel was all over my cock. It never failed to shock me, and it never failed to kill my erection. As always she left it on for longer than necessary, just to be sure she told me. The ring came off and I felt something going around my balls.

"Just a little leather ball stretcher. I may need them exposed."

This sounded ominous but my cock didn't care and rapidly hardened. I felt her hand gently stroking my erection. It was exquisite. I had realised since my incarceration that having it locked away magnified the sensations when it was free.

The stroking stopped and she squeezed my balls, not too hard but enough to get my attention.

"It is time for you to experience your first blow job baby, enjoy it."

Suddenly I felt a wet heat envelope me. There was no movement until I felt her tongue moving slowly across the underside of my glans. It was like velvet, soft and pliable. Electricity flew through me from my cock. She moved her mouth deeper and her tongue slid down my shaft, then slowly back up. Again she stooped and gently moved her tongue around. It felt too good, she went up and down a couple more times and I felt it coming. I was going to cum after 4 weeks of tortuous abstinence and teasing. Her mouth slid of me and my balls exploded in pain as she slapped them hard with her palm. Air flew out through my nose holes and I let out a loud groan.

"What was that?" She said.

My balls exploded again.

"Were you trying to cum? You didn't even try to stop."

She was right. I had got completely carried away. With the guard in my mouth I couldn't reply so I just had to nod my head and try to say sorry. It was unintelligible but I hoped she got the message.

"Is it worth my while to carry on boy?"

I nodded furiously and made more apologetic noises.

"Very well. Last chance boy. Remember what I've taught you or your balls will be getting a lot more attention."

She began again, the same pattern as before. Think Tom, concentrate. Control yourself. My brain was as tense as my body as her tongue worked me over. Don't cum, don't cum. It was building again and I couldn't stop it. Another explosion of pain, nothing for a few seconds and another explosion. I was sweating inside the hood already.

"Don't over think it. Relax, there is no destination. There's just the journey."

She started again, it felt so good. Then I realised, don't over think it. Don't over think it. The things that she had told me in the preceding weeks filtered through my head. Her mouth was slowly working, tongue moving across my head. It was beautiful, just beautiful. I didn't want her to stop. I didn't want these feelings to end. An orgasm would end them. An orgasm would disappoint her. Enjoy it, be in the moment. As my mind relaxed so did my body. As my body relaxed in some strange way my cock relaxed too. It was still as solid as a rock but it wasn't straining and searching for that moment, that brief moment of ecstasy. My soft moans echoed through the dungeon. Her mouth briefly left me and I heard her say,

"That's good baby."

One hand was on my balls squeezing gently, massaging them and pulling them. Her other hand was on my shaft slowly going up and down. She started flicking her tongue across the underside of my glans, just for a few seconds. Then it swirled around the swollen ridge a few times. It was so good. Her movement became quicker, more insistant. Her hand on my shaft gripped me tighter and moved faster. I didn't want to cum, I really didn't but I couldn't resist. So be it I thought to myself. Surely she knew I had tried. It was building deep inside as she slowed and then stopped. Nothing happened. Then she went for it, mouth and hand in harmony up and down driving me to orgasm. She stopped, my body was tingling. She started again then stopped. This happened again and again and each time I thought it would be the time it wasn't. All her words had gone out of my head now. I was in pieces and with one loud slurping noise she stopped.

I felt the collar and mask coming off and she straddled me looking deep into my eyes. I didn't know what to say.

"Thank you Ma'am."

It seemed appropriate. She smiled and said,

"Well baby, that didn't start off very well but I think you're beginning to get it. I have to say I'm quite impressed. What changed?"

I was naked, both physically and mentally. I tried to explain about her words and advice, about how they had come to me. I don't know how much sense I made. The feelings and emotions were raw. I was an open book to her, baring my soul. She took it all in, reveling in my honesty. I couldn't hide from her, I didn't want to hide from her. I was all hers, totally hers.

She kissed me, slowly, gently and deeply.

"You're a special boy baby. Don't forget that. You have a passion and a will that's rare. You want this deeply. I want it too. We are going to have such an amazing journey together."

She kissed me tenderly on the lips holding my sweaty and happy face.

She got off me and said, "I think we should continue your training, but somewhere more comfortable."

After freeing me she led me by the cock up to the bedroom. She secured my arms to the bedstead and spread my legs wide. She threw a couple of cushions between my legs and got comfortable between my legs. She showed me a big bottle of lube and said,

"Just like the videos you used to enjoy so much isn't it?"

"It is Ma'am."

"Whatever you did in the dungeon, do it again. Enjoy."

She poured lots of lube on me and got to work with her hands. She used long soft strokes up and down the whole length of my shaft. Occasionally she would run a finger or a thumb around my sensitive head which created a brief burst of intense feeling. It was amazing, maybe my head was still in the space it had been in briefly in the dungeon but I didn't want it to stop, I only wanted the sensations to carry on. Combining that with my desire to please Ma'am meant that I was in hand job tease heaven. Ma'am started to up the ante though. Her touch became firmer and she spent more time on my tip. I tried to keep my cool but I was struggling. My breathing got shallower and I began to gently moan.

Her hand stopped and she slapped my balls again. It was painful but nowhere near as bad as before.

"Come on, you're doing well. Stay with it."

The message was that the better I did the more pleasure I got and the less pain. I cleared my head and recovered my poise. Ma'am continued but with more purpose than before. I resisted her touch letting the glorious feelings wash over me. My brain and body were learning. Ma'am had spoken about breaking the links between erections and orgasms. Pleasure was it's own reward. But she began concentrating on my head, fingers curling around it, rubbing my tender frenum. It was too much and I received another short sharp and painful reminder of my duties.

She stopped and looked at me.

"Good work boy. I'm quite impressed."

I thanked her and told her that it was her patient teaching that had got me this far.

She replied, "you're welcome baby. Remember this is for my benefit too. I want to enjoy fucking you. I want to enjoy it on my terms and for as long as I want. Time to start again but with a difference. It's time baby, I'm going to let you have the orgasm you've been craving for. I'm telling you so you don't panic when you feel it coming. It's happening because I want it too. All your orgasms will be controlled by me, they are a reward for good behaviour. Don't go looking for them. Don't expect them. They aren't as important as you think they are. In fact their importance is already is already ebbing away. I can tell. A month ago you would have been begging and pleading but now you want different things. You want my approval and you want to please.

Right, get back in your head space. You're not cumming anytime soon."

She was right and kept me hard and aching for another long slow build up. I loved every second of it as her skilled hands coaxed me gently towards my orgasm. I heard her whisper,

"Well done baby, I'm so proud of you."

One hand was massaging my balls while the other was going up and down my head with a twisting motion. The crescendo was upon me, I moaned and bucked with the intensity. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. I came like never before, jetting all over my chest. It kept coming and she kept stroking. Every muscle was alive and my cock was a twitching bundle of nerves. Hyper sensitive I started to jerk at her touch and she slowed, releasing the pressure. Her hand slid away from my glans and just massaged my shaft, drawing the last of my cum out. I was in a dream like reverie, lost in post orgasmic bliss. All I could do was stare at her and smile.

"Now that was an orgasm baby."

"Ma'am, thank you," the words wouldn't come, "thank you so much."

She scooped up some of the copious semen on my chest and said,

"Time to clean up."

She held her fingers to my mouth and I licked and sucked them clean. She carried on until the majority of it was gone.

"I'd give you a hug but maybe a shower is in order first."

""Agreed Ma'am." My chest was still sticky.

Water flowing she washed the cum off me and then the lube away from my cock. My cock quickly stiffened at her touch. She massaged it gently up and down in the soapy water rapidly bringing it to attention.

"Well that's nice to see. He's just as keen as ever." She purred. I smiled and responded, "I have just had the best orgasm ever. It's hardly surprising that he wants more of that. I want more of that. It was incredible Ma'am."

I paused and thought about what I had just said.

"I know that is probably the wrong thing to say Ma'am but with those feelings still so fresh in my mind it's true. I know the reason that it was so amazing was that I had to wait for it. I also know that I will have to wait for my next one."

She smiled and said, "you'll probably have to wait. I could make you cum now if I wanted to. It will always be my choice and you know that. That orgasm was part of your training. You had progressed and begun to learn so I felt it was the right time to reward you. Now you know what an incredible reward it can be too. It was a reward for wanting to please me. It wasn't because you needed to cum, it was because you were trying so hard to not need it. There is a huge difference between trying not to cum and trying to not want to cum. The first is doomed to fail as I think you discovered at the start of the blow job I gave you. I used pain and words to try and steer you away and you responded. I am rewiring your mind. Hopefully you will one day reach a point where you accept that orgasms are just one small part of the big picture and not the ultimate goal. They will be overshadowed by all the pleasure you can get from denial and desire, and all the pleasure you get from being the best sub you can be for me."

I think I understood.

She was watching me carefully. She was inside my head and she knew it. She had been stroking me for a while now and I was just enjoying it. Despite how incredible the orgasm that I had just had been I didn't want another. I told her that. Again she smiled.

"You are a good boy. There are going to be bumps in the road. You are going to scream and cry and beg but all I need from you is to carry on trying to obey me, please me and learn. You can do that, I know that. You wouldn't be here if I didn't."

She spread her legs.

"Make me cum."

She was still holding my cock, stroking gently so I reached down with my hand and began gently massaging her clit with my middle finger. She was clearly very turned on and it didn't take long. I put my other arm around her as she came, legs shaking in passion. After embracing we dried off and went downstairs.

She needed to use the towel again but soon I was back in the cage. She told me that the aftermath of my orgasm might affect me. I might feel a bit desperate for another for a while. I might even feel a bit down as the high wore off. She told me to stay busy and work hard. The distraction would do me good. She was going back to London on Sunday and there was a chance she wouldn't be back next weekend. I was sad about that. I just wanted more, more of everything. More of her. But my exams were 2 weeks away so working hard would be a good thing. We hugged, I felt quite emotional but suspected this was due to the intensity of the previous few hours. I walked home slowly as I tried to put everything in focus.