Chapter Five
Luke spent a disturbed night to say the least! His dreams were full of dark, deviant fantasies and every time he woke up, he found that his cock was pulsing painfully against the restrictive bars of his chastity cage. The dawn chorus of the birds rang out far too loudly as far as he was concerned and eventually, at about seven, he gave up any thoughts of sleeping and got up.
After having a shower and eating breakfast, Luke tried to get some work done on his latest project but he found that he was far too distracted as his mind wandered on to far more interesting things, replaying the time he had spent with Miss Dawson endlessly. He eyed his phone and wondered if it would buzz into life but it stayed obstinately silent. Her parting remark, once he had driven her back into town, had just been that she would be in touch when she was ready and, despite his wish to text her, he knew that doing so would only make her keep him waiting for longer. She clearly enjoyed keeping him on the edge and pushing him over it, he thought ruefully, remembering just how he had sunk down to his knees and licked her feet clean of his own creamy come.
A knock on the door broke into his reverie and he went to open it, part of him wondering if it was going to be Miss Dawson. Instead, it was just a delivery man with a parcel.
"Mr Brodie?"
"Yes," replied Luke a little tentatively as he wondered why he was getting a delivery. He certainly couldn't remember ordering anything recently.
"Parcel for you so if you could just sign on the electronic gizmo there," stated the delivery man, pointing to his touchscreen gadget. Luke signed and took the parcel inside, closing the door behind him with his foot as he scanned the brown box to see where it had come from. There was only his name and address printed on the label and no return address anywhere. Shrugging his shoulders, Luke unearthed a pair of scissors and ran one of the blades down the parcel tape before he pulled the flaps up and peered in.
There was the usual amount of packaging stuffed inside but at the bottom were three items that made his eyes stand out on stalks for a moment. A tube of lube was one item and the least disconcerting! The second thing was enclosed in a small cardboard box but the picture on the outside and the black lettering left Luke in no doubt as to what it was for. He opened the box and slid the object out then held it in his hand and stared at it almost in wonder. Could he really get it up his bottom? Should he even try? The final thing was even more bizarre and he pulled it out of the polythene bag it was in and studied it hard, cock hardening suddenly as he envisaged using it on his mistress.
His phone buzzed insistently and he placed the item back in the box and hurried over to his desk. It was from Miss Dawson and his heart leapt suddenly, skipping several beats as he scrolled down then opened the text message.
'When parcel arrives, wear plug and gag then come and see me in my house. Mistress.'
Was she joking? His eyes scanned a little further and registered her address, taking in the name of the road which he recognised as being on the outskirts of town. He walked back over and looked back in the box thoughtfully. Could he? Should he? His pulse quickened at the thought and his fingers shook slightly as he picked up the anal plug and examined it once more. It was about six inches long and tapered, widening out considerably at the base before narrowing sharply again. What would it feel like? Excitement at the thought coursed through him along with disgust at even considering sliding it up into his anus.
Luke was still wondering what to do when his phone buzzed again and he looked down to find he had another text from Miss Dawson. This one informed him that she expected to see a video of his first attempt at wearing a butt plug and he flushed bright red instantly at the thought of filming himself. For a moment, he was determined to refuse but then he read the final part of her text and quailed at the thought of not seeing her ever again. It was blackmail but very effective. His soul cried out to be with her and to suffer her cruel and inhumane treatment for some reason. The humiliation of serving her however she wished somehow made him more aroused than he had ever been before. Could he now throw that all away and never see her again?
Luke knew the answer and so he picked up the box and went upstairs to his bedroom then removed his clothes and faced the mirrored doors of his built in wardrobes. Propping his phone up so that the video camera feature could see his bare bottom cheeks in the mirror, Luke applied some lube to the anal plug then tentatively pressed the slim end against his anal entrance. It felt incredibly weird as the rubber touched his crinkled furrow and the cold lube made him shiver slightly. He pushed gently and then grimaced as he felt his puckered hole start to open up. Looking over his shoulder, he swallowed hard with shame as he saw the degradinging sight of the dark rubber plug pressing up into his bottom hole. Eyes widening and grunting slightly at the strangeness of the feeling, Luke persevered, pushing steadily until his anal ring parted and the plug slithered up inside him until just the flange on the base remained visible between his cheeks. Shutting the camera off, he swiftly sent the video through the ether to Miss Dawson then picked up the gag from the cardboard box and made his way downstairs again.
It was quite uncomfortable to drive through the town wearing the anal plug and Luke had to consciously resist squirming in his seat. It did not help that his car had a hard suspension either and going over the plethora of speed bumps was a trial! When his satnav informed him that he was nearing his destination, Luke pulled into the kerb and looked quickly around. Incredibly relieved to see that there was nobody in the tree-lined avenue, he whipped the gag out of the plastic carrier bag on the passenger seat and buckled it swiftly into place, blushing instantly with shame as the short penile protrusion slithered into his mouth whilst the longer, thicker phallus jutted out in front of his face. Praying that the road would stay empty, he pulled back out and then, just a hundred yards later, found the house he wanted. Luke pulled into the drive and switched the engine off then got out of the car and hurried up to the door, eager to get inside and away from prying eyes.
The bell jangled insistently when he rang and he waited impatiently, heart beating quickly with fear of being caught wearing the ridiculous gag. It seemed to take for ever for the door to be answered but eventually it swung open and he found himself staring into his mistress' amused green eyes.
"On your knees now!" she snapped authoritatively and he sank down obediently then followed her when she told him that he must crawl after her. His knees scraped along the thick carpet but Luke just kept his eyes on the beautiful sight of Miss Dawson's buttocks undulating in front of him as she walked along the hall then climbed up the stairs. Mounting the stairs on his hands and knees, Luke was relieved when she turned into one of the rooms on the landing and he followed her in only to swallow hard as he saw that it was kitted out with all sorts of strange devices.
"Welcome to my playroom, slave. I won't introduce you to all these lovely little toys yet but, if you stay obedient and worth keeping as a slave, then I am sure that I will test each one on you in the end! Are you wearing your anal plug? Nod once for yes!"
Luke nodded, feeling a hot rush of shame race through his face at admitting such a thing.
"Good. I can see you are wearing your gag. Now, I think that I will add a collar as well," she murmured, busying herself by rummaging in a chest against one of the walls.
The thick leather collar wrapped around Luke's neck and was buckled tightly into place by Ella before she ordered her slave to strip. Luke complied despite his embarrassment and that shame was added to when she told him to bend right over so that she could see his new butt plug in situ.
"Excellent although I will have to accustom that tight little arse to bigger ones," Ella announced, enjoying the look of horror in her submissive's eyes at the prospect. Deciding to immobilise him, Ella, after snapping at Luke to put his hands behind his back, attached a chain to the ring in his collar then threaded it through a pair of handcuffs and clicked those into place around his wrists, adjusting the chain so that his arms were forced further and further up behind his back. Adding a pair of ankle cuffs, Ella clipped another chain from those leading up to the ones round his wrists after making him squat down on a piece of transparent plastic so that his buttocks were resting on his ankles. Then, after sliding a blindfold down over his eyes, she left the room once she had whispered into his ear that she would return at some point and reward him for being a good boy or punish him if he had been bad.
Luke shivered as the blindfold cut off his vision completely. There was something unnerving about being blind and he pitied those who had to struggle every day with that affliction. There was no way of telling how much time was passing by or whether Miss Dawson was still in the room and watching him intently and, after a while, Luke found that his legs started to feel uncomfortable as they were trapped under the weight of his body. There was nothing that he could do but endure though and that discomfort was rapidly overtaken by an ever increasing pressure in his bladder as his two cups of tea threatened to pour back out of him. It was difficult to even tense his bladder muscles to resist because of the way in which he had been tied and he suddenly started to wonder if that was what Miss Dawson had meant by her last statement before she had vanished. How long could he last without wetting himself? That would certainly be humiliating. Was that why she had made him squat on the plastic sheeting? He gritted his teeth and held out against the desire to release his bladder muscles and thus end the stabbing pains in his body.
Ella settled herself down in the living room with a book and simply waited. Time was on her side and there was no hurry as far as she was concerned. Quite the opposite in fact as she was expecting a guest in a couple of hours; one who would be horrified to see Luke in such a compromising and submissive position as then they would have to honour the bet that they had made earlier. Ella smiled at the thought then sipped her white wine daintily, savouring the sweet taste on her tongue as she wondered which slave she should allow to pleasure her later.
After an hour or so had passed, Ella ventured back upstairs and stood in the doorway watching Luke squirm in his bonds. She could see the desperation etched into his face and she smiled cruelly before she stepped closer, bent down and whispered into his ear once again.
"You can nod for yes and shake your head for no, slave, as your mistress has some questions for you. Be honest because if I sense that you are lying to me then I might just put you outside like this and let the neighbours see you! Now...are you enjoying yourself?"
Luke shook his head immediately, hoping that she would take pity on him and release him but she just laughed, bathing his earlobe with her hot breath.
"That's good because you aren't here for your enjoyment but for mine! Second question...are you going to lick wherever I wish you to later?"
