He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this... or how he really got into it. His legs were bound tightly, his calves pushed against his thighs and tightly bound in something strong, probably plastic. His arms felt the same, his forearms to his biceps and again bound tightly unable to move. The rest of his body felt mostly bare, a chill breeze passing over his exposed buttocks and up his back. The only other things he could feel was the ball gag in his mouth, the eye mask on his face and something around his cock... all encompassing, cold and solid.
'You're awake then...' there was a short pause 'finally'.
He froze, the woman's voice measured and stern and he was suddenly aware of just how naked he thought he was. He could feel his penis retract at the thought of someone looking at him in whatever state he was in. He dared not move... even if he could.
He expected the voice to continue speaking but there was only silence. At least a minute passed... finally he tried to turn towards where he thought the voice was coming from and tried to speak a muffled meek hello through the gag.
'ha ha ha ha'
The loud, shrill laugh from the same voice made him freeze again, but this time there was a sexiness to it.
'good morning Simon. I wonder if you remember how you got here? That little cocktail can lead to some forgetfulness, but I had to have you out cold to get you here where I wanted you... and set up... like I wanted you.'
Simon vaguely thought back and his mind pieced together how he'd got here. He'd found her online, an add from someone local looking for someone 'up for anything' on craigslist. He was a slim, attractive young man of 22, mousy blonde hair, blue eyes and fairly well hung yet not overly successful with women. He wasn't that interested in the boring dating scenes or vanilla one night stands that most of his age group were which had led him to finding his kicks on the darker places of the internet. It had been a strange correspondence. He'd emailed and tried to start a friendly chat... but his only reply was a word document. In the document a questionnaire... a long detailed questionnaire asking about every fetish you could imagine and how each made him feel, would he be interested and the like. Simon was keen to try new things and although some of the ideas had scared him he'd enthusiastically answered pretty much everything... although he was now thinking this may've been a bad move.
Once he'd completed the questionnaire he replied with many questions of his own trying to find out more about this woman. In response all he received were the instructions and a picture, his questions had been ignored. The instructions had told him to meet at a bar he'd not visited before and order a 'sub potion' from the barmaid and sit in the booth at the back. The picture was low resolution and blurry but showed a tall, slim dark haired woman in a pvc body suit... the picture was sexy but it didn't say it was who he was meeting and he couldn't see her face or much more than her outline. Yet all these vague details and inherent danger had only made him more excited and he went to the bar, ordered the drink, sat in the booth, waited, drank... and now here he was here in this compromising state.
Back in the room he heard a rustle of papers.
'I enjoyed your responses Simon. And as per your instructions I have you for the entire weekend. But it's up to me what happens from now on. Hmmm, let me see. Shall I... '
There was a further pause and more rustling of papers.
'It says here you weren't that interested in watersports... maybe I'll make you my piss slave.'
Simon froze, the pee and shit questions were the only ones he'd drawn a line at. Was this going to be bad?
'Maybe I'll pee on your face, and feed you on your pee for the next few days. HA HA HA.'
The shrill almost evil laugh pierced Simon and he sat there very quietly, bound on the floor worrying what was to come.
'Luckily for you though I'm also not that interested in that. Although this isn't going to be all fun and games for you slut. I'm going to remove your gag now. Listen to my instructions carefully, this is your only warning. If you speak out of turn or without the due respect I deserve you will be punished. Do you understand?'
Simon nodded and tried to say yes through the gag, which again made the voice laugh. Simon heard the click of heels walking towards him and felt the gag firmly ripped from his mouth. He led on the ground, still, waiting for what she said next.
'For god's sakes get up... On all fours... now'
Simon scrambled to obey the voice although he wasn't sure how he was going to do this bound in the way he was. It took a couple of attempts to balance himself on his elbows and knees but finally he did it.
'Tut tut tut. A shameful display. I'm not sure if this is going to work out. Do you want to be my slut, slave? Or am I wasting my time?'
Simons cock twitched as he heard this and he realised at that moment that he was wearing a chastity cage around his cock. His penis quickly grew pressing against the sides of his plastic prison. It was a feeling he was unfamiliar with but it only made him more excited. Simon took a moment and gingerly replied:
'yes...I want to be your slut'
Suddenly he felt an intense pain as his balls were slapped hard making him let out a feminine cry. The initial pain and his balls slapping against the cage caused him to teeter and slip losing his balance and crashing back to the ground.
'MISTRESS' she said. 'You will refer to me with respect you little faggot.'
Her voice was angry, harsh. Simon was worried. He hurt.
'Get back on your knees now. But this time with some respect.'
He started to clamber back to his position quickly, trying not to anger his new mistress.
'Sorry Mistress' he gingerly said.
SLAP. Another blow to his balls and he fell again with a whimper.
'DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO.' She bellowed. 'Again, up. This time with some poise slave. Ass up, back arched. If you get it wrong this time I may have to call in the boys.'
Again Simon rose to his knees and elbows and pushed his ass into the air. He felt exposed. Helpless and a little scared, yet his cock was pushing against his cage harder than ever before. He had no idea who the boys were or what they would do... but he sadistically wanted to find out.
'Better... although it seems maybe you want to get it wrong' she said in a teasing manner.
He could hear her walking around him, heels clicking on the floor. She stopped behind him and for the first time he felt her touch as she grabbed a firm handful of his ass cheek with a PVC glove. It was taking all of his concentration to remain in position and this touch was sending his mind reeling. She loosened her grip and ran a finger playfully over his left cheek and then across to his right making swirling motions before running it over his exposed anus and down towards his balls.
'It's a shame you've been so poorly behaved. I was going to reward you for following my email so precisely. Yet your actions here must be punished.'
Her voice was driving him crazy. He wanted anything from her at this moment he told himself.
SLAP. His left ass cheek stung as she firmly spanked him, it took all of his will to not make a sound and remain in position.
SLAP. His right cheek equally stung. SLAP, SLAP. Left and right. SLAP, SLAP. He let out a whimper.
'mmmmm' he heard.
His whimper had aroused her he could tell, yet he feared making any more sounds.
