We had not seen each other for weeks due to Corona. Texting was not satisfying yet kept my mental leash alive. Queen and pet. We decided to play Monday at noon. My place.
The night before she wrote: "Don't bother dressing."
I replied: "I have never answered the door naked."
She made clear who is in charge: "I am not here for your comfort zone."
3 minutes before noon, a text arrived: "I will be late. Stay at the door."
I undressed and stood behind the door playing chess on my phone to calm my nerves. Just as I was approaching the opponent's queen, the doorbell rang. I rushed to answer the buzzer and waited for her to take the elevator up. When I heard the elevator opening, wanting to welcome her naked, I realized that it was actually the 70-year old neighbour. She went into her flat but left her door open. As the Queen was arriving, I watched my neighbour leave her apartment. They met on the stairs. Awkward silence. Meanwhile I am standing naked behind the door and leaning out: "Hello."
A hot spring day, she wore a white buttoned blouse dress, ending at the middle of her thighs. Underneath one could make out white bra and panties. Her brown chestnut hair contrasting the white purity. Her green eyes hunting my gaze, staring me down. She asked for a glass of water and I served her. After touring the apartment, she grinned. I saw her mind play.
She had me kneel down in front of her. Unpacked her rope and skillfully tied black rope around my wrist and hands. Next I was equipped with a collar and leash. I crawled through my own apartment feeling my knees on the hard parquet floor. We arrived in a corner with 2 adjacent room doors. She tied each arm to the nearest door handle and put a chair behind me, I stood. I was gagged and blindfolded. Next she lubed my asshole and brought up the vibrating buttplug I despise. It feels much too big for my tiny virgin asshole but she loves the challenge and the despair I go through.
Next, she started to wrap cling film around my thighs, dick, back and ass. She made sure the plug was positioned at the entrance of my hole and held in place by the cling film. This way the moment I had to sit down I would impale the plug inside. What a devious mind and construction. She pulled on the leash to get my head down which increased the pressure on my thigh muscles.
Smiling she said: "Feel free to sit down" I did not dare to. Too anxious was I of the impalement associated with me sitting down. My thigh muscles started to shiver badly. Thankfully the plug slipped down a little bit and when I sat down it did not push in but snuggled beside.
Obviously that was not good enough for her. She grabbed the scissors and angrily cut through the film dangerously close to where my dick rested. I was too scared to look down. "Please don't cut me!" - my inner voice said.
Once "unwrapped" she said: "Stand up and bend over!"
Clearly there was no getting away from the scary plug.
Again the first time she tried to insert the plug, it hurt so much I was on the edge of tears. But the good queen she is, she eased me and prepared my hole with first one and then two of her lubed fingers. As she touched my prostate, I suddenly felt close to an orgasm. She made it clear that under no circumstances was I allowed to drip. I leaned forward and she inserted the anal plug carefully. The thickest bit was a challenge but ultimately it was in and a euphoric rush came over me.
After that she freed my hands and told me to cage myself in a chastity cage and hand her the keys. I complied and was now wearing a collar with metal leash, a chastity cage and had a vibrating butt plug inside me. We had played for nearly 2 hours already and were both getting hungry. As she sat down to work at the kitchen table, I resorted to the kitchen to cook lunch naked and plugged - vibrating away. It did not stop me from doing a champagne risotto with peas, green beans and peppers. But when I wanted to serve both our plates to the kitchen table, she resented: "What do you think you are doing doggy?"
"I thought maybe we could eat together?" I answered.
"Not happening, that's not the place where doggies eat, come here by my feet. And not sure about the cutlery either!" Thankfully I was allowed to use the cutlery and enjoyed a fine meal, kneeling by her side with her legs resting on my back.
After lunch, Queen had to be on back-to-back video calls and she told me where my place would be: under the table between her legs! And so I crawled under the table and started massaging her feet and her calves. I started kissing her legs and thighs, moving upwards ever so slowly. She started spreading her legs and showed me a glimpse of her thong in classic basic instinct fashion. I became more daring and started moving in. She is on a call and speaking constantly as I start moving a single finger over her thong where her pussy is hiding. I am constantly wondering whether she manages to keep a straight face.
