"Be at my house at 7:00 every night. I will not be there--I have other things to do every night this week--but I will have jobs for you that you will finish by 9:00, at which point I will return. Written instructions will be left for you each night, along with some other special instructions. At that point, I will pay attention to you for 1 hour. You will then sleep at my house. In the morning you will go to work and then be back here at 7 the next night. This will continue for 5 days, Monday through Friday. On Saturday, I promise, you will receive a reward that will make the week worth it. Do you agree to this?"
"Yes, M'Lady! How could I refuse you when you need help."
She smiled almost cruelly, a look that said, "I know something that you don't know".
"Excellent. Don't be late on Monday night."
He was not late. "Put on the collar. Sand the floor in the dining room. Use the hand sanders. Be naked. Set up the web cam so I can keep track of you. Put on the chastity device and lock it. I have the key. Tie one rope around your right wrist, and one around each ankle. One loop only. See you at 9. Be finished. Do not stop sanding between 7 and 9."
He followed the instructions explicitly. He hated the chastity device as it twisted his cock downward painfully. The collar was thick, black, and heavy. Yet, soon his clothes were hung neatly and all he wore was the three ropes and the dreaded dick prison. The two hours on his hands and knees was torturous and dreary work. "Right hand--circle. Left hand--circle. I think I know where she got this idea.
At 9 she walked in and looked very hot! Without a word, she clipped a leash onto the collar and gave it a tug. "Crawl after me." All he could see was the back of her black slacks and the snakeskin slingback peep-toed stilettos that she wore that night. "Get on the table." She had lead him to the coffee table in the living room and directed him to lay on it. She tied his hands together and then stretched his arms above his head and then to the leg of the table. Each ankle was tied to a different leg at the other end of the table. She put a doily over his face and another on his chest. Then she unlocked the chastity device and freed his aching cock.
She brought in her Kindle and a container of Chinese carry-out. Sitting on the couch next to him she propped her still-shod feet onto his body. One foot pinned his cock to his stomach and the other smushed his balls .She set a drink onto the chest-doily and said, "Don't spill." She started to eat her dinner. After a few bites, she moved her feet and reached forward, giving his cock several gentle strokes before she put her feet back in place. This she repeated every ten minutes or so for an hour.
"Time for bed!" His mind raced, expecting that he would now be able to enjoy her body. No such luck. She put the plastic trap back on him and then untied him. She took the leash in hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. "There is your spot." She pointed to a large dog bed that was on the floor next to the bed. He lay there and she tied the leash to the leg of the bed, allowing him 3 feet of slack. She gave him a pillow and a blanket. "Good night, my pet." That was all that he heard.
In the morning, she showered, dressed, and was ready to leave before she paid him any attention. "Release yourself from the collar and leash. You will wear that thing all day. I have the key. Obviously, you will not have sex today and you will not cum. Ha! You will be back here at 7 tonight. Goodbye."
His balls ached all day but he did exactly what she had said, When he got to her house that night there were more instructions. Collar. A rope on is right wrist, left elbow, right knee, and left ankle. "Scrub the bathroom. Naked. Set up the web cam. See you at 9."
Promptly at 9, she was home. The scene repeated, in part. He laid on the floor in front of her favorite chair and swiftly his right wrist and right ankle were lashed together, Right elbow and right knee. Left wrist and left ankle. Left elbow and left knee. She again took him out of the chastity device. For the next hour she edged him, stepped on him, whipped him gently with a thin leather strip which left lovely little red lines on his body.
"Time for bed, boy." She locked up his cock and balls again, untied him, and lead him back to his doggie bed. By now he could barely take his lack of release. And this was only Tuesday? Three more nights? Would he gain release THEN? Could he endure this?
On Wednesday he was moving slowly but made it through the day. That night it was: Collar. Handcuff on the left wrist. Ankle iron on the right.. Naked. Web cam. "Paint the spare bedroom. Do two walls with your right hand. Two walls with your left. See you at 9."
He grumbled silently but was able to paint the entire small room in time. It wasn't the best that he had ever done, but it was done. And there she was, right at 9, leash in hand. He found himself on the floor in a steel hogtie. Again she removed the penis prison. He knew the drill. The next hour was horrible as he strained to keep his cum inside. His balls throbbed in agony. But again he spent the night imprisoned on the floor next to her.
Thursday night it was back to ropes again. This time he wore one around his right arm above his bicep, another around his left elbow, one around his right wrist, left knee, and right ankle. Tonight he was deep-cleaning the kitchen. And when she got home, she simple wrapped the ropes around his body exactly where they were. He had five ropes encircling his body many times in each of their locations. He was standing next to her favorite chair, facing her. She put a lamp shade over his head. His aching cock stuck straight out toward he as she watched "The Big Bang Theory". Every time someone said, "Sheldon", she reached over and stroked his cock 5 times. And this episode was all about Sheldon. He couldn't take much more of this!!!
Another uncomfortable, torturous night on the floor, chastity device in place, was filled with nightmares of this week. One more night....
Friday night he wore very thick leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, plus the collar. Still naked. Still entrapped in plastic. The pain had radiated into his legs and abdomen now. The end of the road was near, he hoped. But first he must shampoo the first floor carpets. Mission Accomplished.
Tonight, she came in wearing a short black leather skirt and cropped black leather jacket. Best of all, she wore his favorite black and red boots with the laces up the back. Yet, he suspected that he would not be enjoying her company again tonight. That became clear when she took him into the basement and attached his wrists to ropes that ran through pulleys anchored in the floor joists about 8 feet apart. She pulled each rope until she couldn't pull them anymore and then tied them off. His legs were directly beneath him but the ropes had pulled him nearly to his tip-toes.
She produced a wide spreader bar and hooked one end to his right ankle. "Spread them, boy." she commanded. He did, as best he could, but then she finished the job. The process of connecting his left ankle resulted in his full suspension off the floor. "I like my meat to hang for a while", she said with a laugh. A nearby table held a variety of whips, paddles, and floggers. First, though, she freed him from the chastity device and quickly edged him again.
"How is the little guy holding up?" "Not so well, M'Lady." "Well, hang in there!" She laughed at her own pun. "Maybe he'll find satisfaction one of these days." And she proceeded to whip him, spank him, flog him, tease him, and edge him for the next two hours. She tightly clipped his nipples and hung weighs from them. More weights were suspended from a parachute device that she buckled around his balls. His ass was not ignored this night either. She pushed a long, tapered vibrating butt plug into him.
Two hours later he was sweating and aching, and completely unsatisfied. He needed to cum and to cum soon!
But it would not be that night, obviously. There he was again, her big collared dog, asleep on the floor next to her bed.
Saturday was here. What would it bring?
When dawn broke, his Mistress slept in, well past 9am. He had no choice but to "sleep in" himself. When finally she awoke, he was released from the leash and was allowed to shower. Laid out for him afterward were the items that he was to wear: a black leather vest, black leather ass-less chaps, and black motorcycle boots. When he emerged from the bathroom he saw her and he loved her look. She was dressed nearly the same as he, although her pants were well-tailored full leather slacks that were fit nicely inside leather platform stiletto boots that went just above her knees. Immediately she clipped the leash to him once again and lead him into the freshly painted spare bedroom.
There in the middle of the room were two folding chairs that were placed four feet apart. The bed was there but was devoid of sheets and blankets, nothing but the bare mattress and the thick wooden posts at the four corners. "Sit here", she commanded, pointing at one of the chairs, "and spread those legs as wide as you can." He obeyed immediately.
Though it was a simple thing for her, she had his hands bound behind his back and behind the chair before he knew what had happened. There was no purpose in struggling to escape, so thorough was her work, and yet he did struggle because he knew she loved to see her work tested. Not one person had yet succeeded in wresting free of her coils. Then she securely blindfolded him with a wide black scarf and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
He waited silently for whatever might happen next.
Not long after, the door opened again. He heard the sound of several feet entering the room, though he did not immediately know how many people were there. A moment later his blindfold was pulled away and there, in the chair across from him, was a woman about his own age, one that he had never seen before. She had been blindfolded as well and now she blinked against the relative glare of the lights in the bedroom.
He considered her carefully, scanning up and down, mirroring her own actions. Their attire was almost identical including the ass-less chaps, except that she wore nearly the same boots as did his Mistress. In plain sight were two female chastity devices, one which denied access to her pussy, the other which encased her breasts. Her eyes fixed on his crotch. The device that encased his sex became her focus. A wry smile crossed her face.
The boy saw that a man was there with his Mistress, a man he assumed to be the girl's Master. He said to the two submissives, "We'll leave you two alone for a while so that you can become acquainted. Enjoy yourselves!" And they were alone.
"I'm Layla. Yes, he's my Master, I'm sure you've guessed. Who are you?" "I'm Jon. It's a pleasure! How is it that you find yourself here this morning?"
"I have a feeling that I know what you've been doing this past week. Does this sound familiar?" She related to him her experiences of the last week, a story that made it clear that their Dom(mes) had been in close communication for some time. "It looks like we've had the exact same kind of nights over the last week", she said. "I'm so freaking horny that I can hardly stand it!" He smiled knowingly and sadly. "Yeah. I know exactly what you mean. I hurt all over." He started to eye her lustily.
The door opened. "You are each the other's reward for a job well done. Here are the keys to your devices. If you can get yourselves untied you can have each other for the rest of the day. Good luck!" The Mistress put her arm around the Master's waist and they walked out together. The door locked behind them.
Neither would require a second invitation. They struggled to their feet and stood face to face. She must have been about five feet and three inches tall, he guessed, since he had also guessed that her heels were five inches high. They looked straight into each others' eyes.
He was well-built and could handle himself nicely physically and so he considered her well. "Just so you know, I'm 130 pounds of lean muscle", she said. He laughed. "I was on the women's wrestling team in high school and now I stay in shape by power lifting. You don't want to mess with me!" Once again he laughed.
"Mess with you? Why would I want to do that? I want to FUCK you! Get these ropes!" First, though, he leaned in and pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her as deeply as she could remember that anyone had ever done. She pushed her body against him, driving him backward against the wall. She raked herself against him, never losing contact with his ravenous mouth. The two of them moaned loudly, aching for each other.
They twisted around and their hands met, clawing and searching for the knots that bound them. After many frustrating minutes they found themselves to be simultaneously free and then, in unison, they reached for the keys.
Once more, though, he took her in his arms and kissed her, nearly choking her with his tongue. Pushing him away she shouted, "Stop it with the kissing! Get these things OFF of me!" Their hands were almost uncontrollable as they fumbled to get the locks open. "Wrong key!" he yelled. "Switch them!"
Finally, the infernal devices were gone. The chaps made it unnecessary for either of them to undress further. His cock had sprung to rapt attention as soon as it was clear of the plastic. When she leaped into his arms it found its way into her slit as if it were attached to a homing device. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and their mouths locked together once again.
He turned and half stumbled, her wrapped around him, crashing loudly into the wall. His hips pounded against her, so hard that the window on the other side of the room rattled. In almost no time, both were cumming loudly and heartily.
"Again...Boy...", she growled in his ear. He looked her in the eye and drove his hips into her again. He said not a word, but continued to fuck her hard and deep.