Madam Veronica – David’s session begins.
David looked up at Veronica briefly before dropping his eyes to the device in which his penis was now encased. His hands moved as if to touch, but a cough reminded him of where he was and in whose presence he was. And his fingers twitched but no more. As Veronica gazed upon him she could see his inner struggle… it was there in the twitching fingers and in the slump of his shoulders. She smiled to herself… remembrances of past ‘boys’ that had been in this same position. Some had continued and some had not. She was as yet unsure of David but he showed promise. The mere fact that he remained on his knees, unprotesting, was in his favour. That and the fact that he was as yet unrestrained.
Veronica stood to her full height and turned to the table behind her, her gaze roaming over the various pieces of equipment, deliberately taking her time in selecting the first. With and almost imperceptible nod of her head she made her choices. She picked up a set of wrist cuffs that were joined by a short chain, ankle cuffs, a spreader bar with chain and a suede flogger. She carried the items to the flat wall just to the left of the table and laid them down. Returning to where David knelt she grasped the leash in her hand and tugged on it. David began to rise to his feet, but with a one-word command, “Crawl!” Veronica began to walk over to the wall.
In his confusion, half-standing, David stumbled as the leash tightened and pulled on the collar around his neck. He had two choices be dragged unceremoniously across the floor, or do as he was told and drop to his hands and knees and crawl. The second option seemed the most palatable and without further thought he dropped and crawled as fast as he could behind Veronica. Part of his mind registered to sway of her hips as she proceeded him. Noticed how the stiletto heeled boots accentuated her behind and increased the sway of her hips. But only a small part. The feel of the cold, hard floor beneath his hands and knees blocked out almost any other conscious thought. The floor was surprisingly smooth so it did not tear at his skin. However, he was unused to moving around by crawling and all he could focus on was how hard the floor was, focus on crawling without stumbling. So intent was he that he barely registered that Veronica had stopped, and he managed to halt his forward momentum only inches from crashing into her legs. His breathing was slightly laboured from the effort of crawling and from the near miss, and he could hear the loud pounding of his heart.
Veronica turned to him and with an upward tug on the leash said, “Stand!” David scrambled to his feet, inwardly cringing at his lack of grace. He longed to look at Veronica’s face to gauge her reaction to him but he was fearful of seeing disapproval. So he continued to keep his eyes downcast and silently prayed that she would be forgiving of him, as he was a novice. Veronica bent from the waist to pick up the wrist cuffs, knowing that her backside would be directly in David’s line of sight. Slowly she bent and just as slowly she straightened up. The indrawn hiss of breath told her that David had not only seen but also appreciated the view, the small gasp that followed indicated that his penis had also reacted to the sight.
She walked behind this sweet boy and caressed his bare ass for a moment before directing him to put his arms behind his back. She deftly snapped the wrist cuffs in place and then moved back to the assortment of things on the floor. Once more she slowly bent, this time with her legs slightly apart giving David a glimpse of her shaven pussy. As before her movements were slow and deliberate as she reached for the ankle cuffs and spreader bar. She heard another small moan of pain before she straightened then moved to attach the ankle cuffs and then place the spreader bar between his ankles. David was now effectively immoblised, his every movement limited and controlled by her. Still behind him Veronica took the chain between his wrists in one hand as she pushed gently on the backs of his knees with one boot and whispered, “On your knees slave boy.” David sank to his knees with her assistance and waited in anticipation for what would come next. Veronica took the chain attached to the spreader bar and fixed it to the chain between the wrist cuffs. His back was now slightly arched and he could feel the pull of the chains. The slightest movement made David aware of his predicament.
Prior to his arrival he had done much reading on the subject of submission and while he had an intellectual understanding of what could go on, he was beginning to realise that reading about it and actually experiencing it was quite different. He could feel panic start to well up in him and he opened his mouth to speak. Before one word could pass his lips he felt Veronica’s warm breath in his ear before he heard her soft whisper, “So slave boy is this how you imagined you would find yourself? Trussed up like an animal at my mercy?”
“N-no Madam Veronica, y-yes Madame Veronica,” he stammered. He felt her breath again as she gave a soft laugh. “Well what is it slave boy, yes or no.” David’s panic grew larger, his mind unable to function, his throat suddenly closing allowing no sound to escape. Veronica laughed once more before running her hand over his ass again, this time down the crack between the cheeks and then continuing between his legs ‘til her fingers touched his balls. Then she took them in her hand and began to squeeze, her hand opening and closing on them, gentle squeezes, then harder squeezes. “Well slave boy?”
David said the first thing that sprang to mind, hoping it was what she wanted and would cease her actions. Not that her hand was painful, but the effect of her touch on him was causing his penis to harden… except, of course, it could only harden a little before the chastity device made its presence known again. “Madam Veronica, this slave boy could never imagine the delights you wish to bestow upon him.” With a last squeeze Veronica let his balls go. The feeling of loss that went through him surprised David. Although it had been uncomfortable and slightly painful due to his penis reacting, he had been excited at the same time. Her whispered, “Good answer, slave boy.” sent a frisson of pleasure through him.
Taking the leash in her hand, Veronica seated herself in a chair. It was one of those old-fashioned leather chairs with the big arms, the winged headrest, and the seat wider than an ordinary chair. As she settled herself, she draped on leg over an arm of the chair. In this position her pussy opened, clearly showing it in all its glory. “Move closer, slave boy,” she directed, “And listen closely. I have a short explanation of what will happen and why.” As David shuffled awkwardly toward her he became aware of several things at once.
