She never knew what to expect when she got home from work.
Her Master/boyfriend might meet her at the door with her slave collar, demand she strip and get on her knees to pleasure his cock. Or, more than once, lead her into their apartment on her hands and knees where he had a guest she'd never met. Usually submissive girls or boys he wanted to join them but occasionally a Dominant male.
She might be tired from work and from the bike ride home and was inevitably coated in sweat, but her Master's needs and desires always took priority. But he knew exactly what buttons to push and just how hard to push them to inflame her libido. And a bit of coke or speed never hurt either.
But it had been a long day and she was really looking forward to the next two days off and a nice long bath that included using the hand held shower attachment to make herself cum. Generally she wasn't allowed to do so without Master's permission but he had specifically not included her shower play unless she was being punished.
That bath was all that was on her mind when she went through the door. The apartment was quiet. Maybe he wasn't home...
What she found however, was completely unexpected.
He was home, yes. And he wanted to play, yes. But not in the way she had expected.
He was laying on his side in the middle of the floor wearing a gaudy, over-the-top, female drag. Stockings, shiny women's panties, and poorly applied make-up. He wore a blindfold, she was happy about that. His hands were cuffed behind his back and a leather strap joined his ankles. It was the best self-bondage he could have managed and he'd finished with a slave collar and a ball gag in his mouth.
A note lay on the rug beside him.
She took off her jacket and hung it up before retrieving the note and taking it with her to the bathroom when she went to pee. She tuned on the faucet and opened the note. It was short and sweetly perverse: "My darling Loulou, Please use me for your pleasure and enjoyment for the next 2 days. No limits."
She wasn't particularly horny but then again, the note didn't say anything about sex. Well, that meant she was free to do what she wanted and that included that bath.
Returning to where he lay, she used her foot to push him onto his belly and appraised the bondage he'd managed. It's hard to truly bind oneself and she could see it would be easy for him to free himself so that was what she took care of first. The leather cuffs were replaced with the steel she'd worn often and she used a leather belt to join those to the ankle strap and cinched it, pulling him into an arch. It was a pose she knew well and how painful it would soon be.
"Okay, my jovencita. You'll get your wish."
The word just popped into her head. She hadn't thought at all how she'd address the man she was used to calling Master, but she liked it.
Taking off her work clothes she began to imagine the possibilities and it stirred her. Her damp panties stuck to her skin as she peeled them off and she knew just what to do with them.
Saying nothing she unbuckled the ball gag just enough to push the sweaty wadded up cloth into his mouth and rebuckled the gag. He made a few choking sounds so she used he toe to tap him on the shoulder, "Can you breathe okay, boy?"
When he nodded yes she used the same toe to push him over onto his side.
She wasn't surprised to see he was already semi-erect. She knew herself how arousing waiting could be. She decided he could use a couple of more things to think about and from the box of sex toys they kept under the bed she took two shiny steel devices.
The larger steel one was seven rings of steel of different sizes joined by a chain. It was called the Gates of Hell. In his semi-flaccid state she was able to fit the first six over his cock but the seventh was too small. The smaller steel was a pair of screw nipple clamps joined by a chain. She'd worn them often and knew how they could be either exciting or agonizing.
His tiny nipples were very sensitive and as soon as they were tightened enough to make him moan, his cock went limp. Quickly she pushed it through the smallest ring until it fit snugly behind the head.
Beginning to get into this exciting new role she began to tease his cock. She had always adored it and he knew it and used that lust to control her submission and Dominate her. Now, she realized, it was hers to use however she wanted. Leaning down she used her tongue along where the ring held it to make it grow even more.
And when she heard him moan from behind the gag she had a final inspiration and took another shiny object from the box used her tongue to wet it and without hesitation pushed a chrome plastic vibrator into his ass and switched it on. This brought another moan which made her smile.
"You'd better not let that come out." She knew it eventually would but also that it would focus his attention on obeying her.
Satisfied with his difficult position and knowing she'd suffered much worse, she gave the screws on the clamps an extra twist saying, "You like that, jovencita? I hope so because it's going to have to hold you while I take a bath."
His fantasies had been quickly pushed aside by the reality of the pain. He had imagined her making him kiss and lick her shoes or sitting over his face and smothering him while he ate her cunt. But he had written "No limits" in his note and like it or not was now facing the consequences.
His lover was not naturally Dominant and but he had hoped she'd find it within her somehow. What he had not expected was the streak of Sadism he'd apparently unleashed. As his slave she had endured all the sorts of pain and torture his perverse mind could come up with. Everything she had just done to him had been done to her. She knew how much it hurt. But she also knew how exciting and arousing it could be.
He was sure she'd respect their safe words but as he lay there in darkness behind the blindfold, his body wracked with and consumed by the pain, he was determined to endure and not use them. He tried focusing on just one of the sources of pain with hopes of adjusting to it but it was impossible. The others quickly intruded and joined together into a general suffering.
He finally settled on imagining the naked body of his lover in her bath. Picturing her relaxing and teasing herself as she thought of her play toy laying in the other room. He imagined her wicked smile as she thought of him, knowing she knew exactly how much it all hurt and what he meant as a gift of his submission.
It didn't ease the pain or make it go away at all but it made it easier to endure.
When he had fantasized about submitting it had been images of her smothering him with her cunt, making him kiss her high heeled shoes, or give her a massage that ended in her cumming again and again.
He'd imagined her tying him in the doorway and whipping him while she stroked his cock and used her mouth to tease him to the edge of orgasm and making him beg for release. He had not expected this.
He was very aware of the sounds coming from the bathroom as she showered and then began to fill the tub and pictured her lithe body covered in soap. This was a mistake. It made his cock swell even more and made the ring below its head grip even more tightly and generate new waves of agony through his body.
He tried to push the thoughts of her beautiful body and the wonderful sexual pleasures it had provided him but doing so only made things worse. His only escape was to surrender to and lose himself in the pain.
The hot water felt wonderful as it rinsed the sweat from her body. It felt like it was removing not just that but the exhaustion of day's work and the workout from the bike ride too. The slippery soap on her skin was arousing even before she started on the folds of her pussy. But she would wait until her bath to indulge.
Her mind wandered to the man in silly drag she'd left in the other room. Normally when she thought of him he was mentally identified as "Master." But dressed as he was and offering what he was, that just didn't feel right so she began to think of him as "jovencita."
