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.
