He came through the door just after six, tired and ready to collapse. His tie hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from a long day. But what stopped him in his tracks were the two suitcases by the door--his and hers. Packed.
She stepped into view like she had been waiting all day for this exact moment. Calm. Confident. That energy she wore when control wasn't a question--it was a fact.
She walked straight up to him and kissed him--full, deep, no hesitation. Her hands in his hair. Her body pressed to his.
When she pulled back, her voice was soft but direct.
"Surprise road trip. Long weekend. I'm driving. You don't need to know where."
He blinked.
Before he could say anything, she held up a velvet pouch and a clear plastic bag. "Go upstairs. Shower. Empty yourself completely. Then come back down. Naked."
He didn't argue. He went.
--
She waited, calmly sipping water in the living room, the windows open just enough to hear the river in the distance. When he came back down, naked and flushed, she was already seated with her legs crossed and the small bag in her hand.
She handed it to him.
He opened the velvet pouch first. Inside: the clear chastity cage.
"Put it on."
He dropped to his knees, his hands steady even as his heart raced. He fitted the ring behind his balls, then slid his cock into the tube. She watched silently as he locked it in place. The click was quiet, but final.
She took the key. Slipped it around her neck.
Then she held up the second bag.
He opened it.
Inside: the black silicone prostate toy. Curved. Smooth. Vibrating.
Her voice was low. "Bend over the ottoman."
He obeyed. She lubed the toy generously, pressed it slowly against his opening, and slid it in--inch by inch--until it was nestled deep inside. His knees shook slightly.
She tapped the remote in her hand.
The toy buzzed softly inside him.
He moaned.
She smiled.
"Let's go."
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In the car, he sat still--barely breathing. Her hand rested on his thigh. The plug pulsed steadily, soft waves curving through his core.
Then--click.
She hit the remote. The toy buzzed harder. Deeper.
He whimpered quietly.
Another click.
She increased the rhythm again. He gripped the seat.
"Don't come," she said casually. "You won't be allowed until I say."
By the time they reached the gravel road, he was panting, tense, his cock straining uselessly against the cage.
She parked in front of a stunning riverfront chalet. The sound of water rushing past was loud and constant.
She turned off the engine and said, "Strip before we go in."
He stepped out, trembling, and took everything off.
--
She led him inside, leash already clipped to the collar she'd buckled on as he knelt by the car.
She brought out the red ball gag next.
"Open."
He obeyed. She pushed the ball in and strapped it down tight. His mouth stretched wide. Muffled. Useless.
She led him down into the dungeon.
It was warm. Low-lit. Clean. Stone and leather. Implements hanging neatly on hooks.
She pointed to the spanking bench.
He climbed up.
She strapped him in--tight. Ankles, thighs, waist, chest. One across the back of his neck. He couldn't move. His ass was high, hole twitching around the vibrating toy. His cock pulsed inside the plastic cage.
She walked to the wall and selected a flogger. Thick, broad falls. The first strikes were slow. Rhythmic. Heavy. Warming his skin.
Then she switched to the tawse.
The crack was loud. His muffled cry echoed into the leather pad.
Another. And another.
His back and thighs turned red beneath her hand.
She set the tawse down and walked behind him. Ran her hand between his legs. Tapped the cage with the tip of a vibrator.
He jerked.
She turned it on--low. Pressed it directly to the plastic.
He moaned. Bucked. The toy inside him twisted and vibrated. The cage vibrated from the outside. The mix made him writhe.
She teased him to the edge. Then stopped.
Waited.
Then started again.
He edged three times, moaning through the gag, desperate and unable to stop it.
When she finally turned everything off, she unstrapped him slowly. He collapsed into her arms, soaked in sweat, legs shaking.
She held him on the floor, pulled a blanket around his shoulders, kissed the top of his head.
"You're safe. You did beautifully."
He curled into her and cried softly.
She held him until he fell asleep.
SATURDAY
The morning unfolded gently. The soft, golden light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in warmth. The sounds of the outside world--birds, the occasional distant hum of traffic--were distant, almost irrelevant in the cocoon of their space. She had been awake before him, her thoughts lingering on the events of the night before. The hesitation she felt was still fresh in her mind.
He lay beside her, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, his body still in the afterglow of their shared experience. She watched him for a moment, his vulnerability exposed, and for the briefest of moments, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Could she really fulfill the role he needed her to?
But then she remembered the look in his eyes, the way his body had responded, and the quiet surrender he had offered her. The uncertainty faded, replaced by a deep desire to care for him in the way he craved.
She shifted slightly, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He stirred at her touch, his eyes fluttering open. She smiled softly and kissed him, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke volumes in its simplicity. He responded immediately, his hands gentle as they caressed her, but she pulled back just as he began to deepen the kiss, her lips parting with a faint smile.
"Today," she said, her voice low, firm, and confident, "we explore the next part of this journey."
His eyes darkened with quiet anticipation, his gaze fixed on hers. There was a hunger in him, but there was also something more--trust. He knew what this meant, knew the path they were walking together, and his body responded to her every command with unspoken devotion. His surrender was not just physical; it was emotional, mental, and spiritual, a profound opening of himself to her.
She didn't speak again as she led him out of the bed and into the bathroom. There, they had prepared for the next step. It wasn't about just the physical sensations--it was a ritual, a delicate process of care and transformation. As she began to wash him, each movement was slow, purposeful, creating an atmosphere of deep intimacy. The warm water trickled over his body, each touch of her hands making him relax into the moment. His body responded to her touch--his skin soft and pliant under her careful caress, every inch of him exposed and vulnerable.
She noted the faint flicker of tension in his shoulders, the way his breath hitched when her fingers brushed sensitive areas, but he said nothing, allowing her to take complete control. She had learned that the silence between them was part of their bond--a language that transcended words.
When she was finished, she dried him off slowly, savoring every detail--the curve of his back, the strength in his legs, the softness in his expression as he let her take charge. She could feel his arousal growing, but she was patient. There was no rush.
"Wait here," she instructed softly, stepping away from him. Her voice held no question, only command.
She walked to the bathroom to freshen up. When she returned, her body was still glistening from the shower. The towel had been discarded carelessly on the floor, leaving her completely bare to him. The water droplets on her skin sparkled in the soft light, and for a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight of the power she held--knowing he was waiting for her, eager for her touch.
She could feel the momentary hesitation in herself--an echo of doubt--but it passed quickly. She was ready now. She had made her choice. She wasn't simply going to guide him through this; she was going to take him deeper, explore their boundaries, and push them further together.
When she entered the room, his gaze immediately found her, his eyes a mixture of desire and nervousness. She walked toward him slowly, her movements deliberate, almost predatory, as she positioned herself on the bed. She lay upon her stomach, stretching her body out luxuriously. The sight of her like this, completely vulnerable, exposed to him, was a test of their dynamic. But she knew it would also ignite something primal between them.
She settled into the bed, her body relaxing under the sheets, but her mind was sharp, focused. The space between them grew thick with tension, with anticipation. She was in control now--this was her moment, and she would make him feel it in every inch of his being.
"Now," she said softly, but the words held weight. "Worship me."
There was a sharp intake of breath from him, but he didn't hesitate. His eyes, darkened with desire, shifted from her face to the curve of her back, down to the rise of her hips. His body moved with purpose toward her, and she could feel his hands tremble slightly as they brushed against her skin. He was still unsure, but his need was undeniable.
She spread her legs a little wider, guiding him silently. "You know what to do."
His hands caressed her slowly at first, tracing the line of her back and down her sides. She felt the warmth of his touch, the way his fingertips brushed across her skin with reverence. Her body responded involuntarily to his touch, but she held her composure. This was not just about physical pleasure--it was about something deeper, about trust, about the connection between them.
His hands moved with more confidence now, exploring, worshipping her body as she had instructed. He kissed her again, deeply this time, his lips meeting the small of her back as his hands slid over the curve of her ass. His hands gently spread her cheeks so he could access this destination, his tongue circling her asshole, punching it with his tongue as she pushed back into his face fully immersing him. She reaches out and finds her favourite toy, a lovely device that pounds and rotates both the g-spot and clit, a handy remote that lets her adjust each intensity as she sees fit.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with approval. "You're doing well."
The words of praise made his heart race, spurring him on to new heights of devotion. Each touch, each kiss was a part of the deeper bond they were building. And she could feel it--his submission was complete now, his surrender given freely.
As his exploration continued, she guided him without speaking, letting him find his way but ensuring he knew how to please her. He responded to each subtle shift in her body, her sighs, the slight press of her hips urging him onward.
Their connection deepened in silence, the rhythm of their movements speaking louder than words could ever convey. Her orgasms were intense and extended, the toy at is max as she enjoyed the triple sensations of her g spot, clit and asshole aroused.
When she was satisfied, she got up and crossed the room retrieving the gag, placing it in his mouth and tightening the straps. She hooks the leash to the collar and leads him to the dungeon and guided him to the spanking bench. This time she didn't strap him fully. Just bent him forward, his chest flat, his arms gripping the side rails.
Then she clipped nipple clamps onto him--tight rubber tips with a short metal chain.
He winced as the clamps bit down, even more so as small weights were added to the chain stretching his nipples even more.
She picked up the harness and stepped into it. The cock was long, curved slightly, and thicker than the night before.
She lubed it generously. Walked behind him. Lined it up.
"Breathe."
He did.
She entered him in one slow push.
He moaned around the gag.
The pressure was immediate. Full. His hole stretched wide. His chest tensed, and the chain between his nipples swayed.
She gripped his hips and started to move--long, deep strokes. Slow. Deliberate. Her cock filled him completely, pulling a moan from deep in his chest.
