Jerry sat in the straight backed chair completely immobilized and watched as his boarder, Erin, worked through her Tai Chi movements on the pool deck in the back yard. Her lithe and sensual figure moved gracefully from one combination to the next. Her torso covered only barely by the white dance skin she wore. At 19 she was tall at 5' 5", 118 lbs, had black hair and ice blue eyes. Her figure was a stunning 36B, 22, 34. She had become Jerry's reason for living.
His wife had abandoned him after two years of marriage, His only contact with her was a letter containing the divorce papers she had obtained in Reno. He did not even know whether she was still alive. Since then, he had devoted himself to his work. Jerry ran a large Internet business from his home. He often lectured at the local university on starting and running a home business, that was how he met Erin.
She came to him after his lecture and asked to see his set up at home to give her a better idea how to arrange her own office. That night she showed up, with a bottle of wine and a pizza, proceeded to get him drunk and seduce him. Jerry fell madly in love with her that night and promised her anything if she would live with him. Erin had agreed and moved in the next day, but only after she made him promise to be her slave. Jerry had been ball's deep in her tight pussy when she voiced her demands. When he paused, she tightened her kegel muscles and almost crushed his cock. Gasping in pain Jerry quickly agreed to her wishes and she then started to flex her muscles. It felt like a hand running up and down his length, and Jerry started to lose control. He started bucking madly and she could feel his dick start to pulsate as it prepared to shoot his load, Erin clamped down even harder on him again and stopped his orgasm.
Climbing off the bed she quickly went through his closet till she found four ties. She secured him to the old fashion curved brass bedposts, picked up his belt from his pants and then sat on his face facing down his body. Jerry started to lap at the dripping morsel she gave him and in return she started to beat him with his belt. She twisted his nipples, clawed at his flanks, and beat his cock and balls without mercy. Jerry had found paradise that night and refused to leave it. Erin fucked him silly that day, but not let him come at all. She had orgasm after orgasm, but left him wanting to teach him his place.
Now, more than a year later, Jerry was still in rapture over the nubile young woman that ran his life. She made his life a hell on earth and he worshiped her for it. He was her plaything and slave, she his Mistress and the center of his world. They had a strict arrangement about his work and her schoolwork. She transferred to a distance learning program and studied via computer at home. She kept him naked at home and ready for her summons at all times, but work and school came first. She was not about to blow her degree and he had to work to provide her with all the nice things in life she deserved. She normally left him alone during working hours, but every so often, she would summon him and torture him for a while to take the edge off, then send him back to his office in pain, longing for release. She kept him locked in a male chastity belt or penis restraint at all times. The only time he got a sexual release was when she decided he earned.
A splash in the pool broke his train of thought and he looked out to see Erin swimming to the ladder in front of him. She climbed out, naked and glorious to see, her dance skin on the deck in a pile. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a braid that hung half way down her back. The matching hair on her crotch was trimmed close and shaved to a single strip.
She pulled open the sliding glass door before him and smiled down at him. "I see you were able to keep your place." She laughed, having secured him before she went out, "But not your composure." She noted, glancing down at his crotch. The acrylic cage surrounding his penis was slightly small for him. This made even getting hard a torture in itself, and she kept him hard constantly. She had silenced him the riding bit, encased his hands in thumbless mitts that locked at the wrist, locked those and his ankles to the legs of the chair. She held him completely in place by attaching an alligator clip to each of his nipples and tying a piece of fishing line tightly around his back to them. The line cut into his arms so even the slightest movement caused the clips to pull on his nipples.
Erin straddled his hips and sat on his lap, her legs went around the chair and she locked her ankles behind him. Her wet skin glistened and water and her own moisture dripped from her center to land on his straining head. Her hand reached down to grasp him and she stuck her nails through the cage to poke his reddened skin. Jerry groaned at the contact. Her other hand played with the fishing line making him squirm and the results were worse for him as his movement only made the clips pull harder.
Rubbing herself over him, she reached over and undid the nipple clamps, unhooked the clips holding his wrists to the sides of the chair. Keeping her legs locked behind him she arched her back far enough to reach the ankle clips and unhooked those as well. Jerry remained absolutely motionless during this, but his eyes hungrily devoured her and his heart soared at the site of her. Her breasts were firm taut mounds of flesh and her pussy opened to wink at him and drip still harder on his throbbing dick.
Placing both hands on the floor Erin released her leg lock on him and did a backwards handstand, moving to the splits and then upright again. Jerry drooled at the sight of her. She reached down and grasped the leash attached to his dog collar and jerked him out of the chair. Jerry landed on all fours before her and she smiled quietly to herself. He was well trained. She thought, most people would stand when you jerked them from a chair, but Jerry knew his place was on all fours at her feet. The leash and mitts reminded him that for now he was her puppy.
Erin had a new idea the previous night and it was time to try it. She took his leash and adjusted the collar until it was facing down his back. She took the leash and dropped it between his legs, picked up from beneath and hooked the loop over his cock cage. Even with the leash between his ass cheeks, it was strained to the limit and pulling on his collar, Jerry had to keep his head up or he would strangle himself, or pull off his prick. Satisfied with her handiwork, she slapped his ass with her palm and said, "Fetch my dance skin puppy, and mind you don't tear it."
Jerry crawled forward onto the deck as she watched. When he reached her clothes, he sat back on his knees and picked up the dance skin with both hands, and wrapped it around his neck as best he could with no thumbs. He then crawled back into the kitchen, his legs wide to allow for the cage and leash. He made it back to the kitchen without stopping or dropping her clothes and stopped at her feet, obvious proud of himself, but afraid to show it.
