The slave slumped forwards slightly, his arms still restrained behind his back. He felt totally overwhelmed by his Mistress and Her control over him; yet, he sensed there was much more to come. He tried to catch his breath and relax a little but every fibre of his body was alight with the energy of Her. She leaned forward and stroked one long, black leather gloved finger along his spine, just between his collar and hair line and then tickled the nape of his neck. He shuddered and squirmed. Such an innocent touch caused almost unbearable electricity to course through him furthermore. He breathed his submissive sigh again, his balance still shaken by the ride on the waltzer and his senses heightened by Her grasping hands. She cast Her eyes over him; evaluating him. She liked to view him, watch him, and scrutinize him from all angles. He was now well accustomed to being Her quarry. She moved behind him and unravelled the ropes around his wrists. He flexed his elbows and returned his hands beside his sides. His wrists ached from having had his hands clenched together and he was pleased to be freed for a moment.
"Stand up, My slave..." She gestured with Her hands, "... and strip!"
The slave turned his eyes to Her own immediately and with a quizzical glance questioned Her. Surely he was not to be made naked in a public place. Anyone could walk into the tent. There were still hundreds of people outside.
"Just do it!" She scowled.
Defiantly he started to undress, constantly looking around him into the darkness between the mirrors to make sure no one else was present. He peeled off his t-shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the bench. She flicked Her hand and in a single sweep knocked the garment onto the floor by Her feet. He looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes. Holding his gaze She lifted one of Her beautifully sculpted black leather boots and placed it directly on top of the t-shirt then adjusted Her position until She was standing directly on top of it.
"Continue!" She dismissed, as She lit a cigarette and blew smoke up into the air impatiently.
Next he unhooked the belt around his waist and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Worried now that someone may enter this space he looked nervously towards Her, unable to speak, knowing it was forbidden.
"Oh, just get on with it!" She barked.
Knowing that any motion for sympathy from Her would be totally ignored or even worse, punished, he relented and, unzipping the jeans, kicking off his shoes he finally peeled away the final layers of his clothing. Now all that remained were his black socks, his chastity device and several leather straps which She made him wear as a symbol of Her ownership. She eyed him again, blowing smoke out through Her nose and flicking Her ash down onto his t-shirt, treading it in with Her toe.
"How stupid you look!" She smiled, wickedly.
She took a step closer to him and, with his eyes still down; he watched Her leather clad legs, boots and the hem of Her long leather coat swish nearer to him. He shuddered in anticipation. She took a long last drag on Her cigarette and discarded it into the shadows. He panicked momentarily; the grass around them was dry. It might catch alight and they would be trapped by fire.
"Yes... don't you look a sight?" She asked, reaching forward and flicking Her finger over his chastity device.
Seconds later a waft of smoke and the smell of smouldering earth began to fill the tent. He startled and looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes.
"I might leave you here to burn, my slave!" She cooed as She strode away from him in the direction of the smoke.
He feared for Her now. Fires started quickly and they were trapped in this mirror filled tent. If the smoke became too dense they would be distracted by the reflections and would surely burn to death.
"Come here!" She called.
He didn't want to go near the source of his concern, except to take Her away from the danger. He scurried in his nakedness, his device now rubbing against his inner thigh as he walked. Within moments he was beside Her again. She stood over the smouldering ground and turned slightly aside as he approached as if welcoming him into Her space. Little did he know? Immediately that he was beside Her She reached Her arms around him. One hand held the back of his neck firmly as the other took hold of his cock encased in the plastic prison She had made him wear.
"Now, we can burn to death..." She whispered low, "... or you can piss on it!"
He could not move. She had a firm hold of him from both sides. He had to submit to Her. He wanted to run, but was reluctant to do so while almost entirely naked. She carefully lifted his cock inside the device so that the small opening at the tip was directed at the right spot on the ground.
"You don't want Me to burn, do you?"
He felt Her gloved fingers tightening around the back of his neck. It made him feel weak and heady but he must concentrate. He had to urinate or they would both burn to death. She had never made him pass water in front of Her before and he felt embarrassed and ashamed. Totally humiliated, but fearing the growing smoke may spark into flames he forced out a stream of golden urine. She manipulated his cock in the device so that the flow moved around and across the area of smouldering grass. There was a hiss as the spark that was building against the ground was finally extinguished. He let out a sigh of relief and his flow of pee ceased.
"Good boy!" She smiled, discarding his cock and moving away from him, making Her way back to the centre of the circle and the black leather bench.
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She stood and turned in front of the long plain mirror, admiring Her glorious leather outfit. He turned and watched Her momentarily then dropped his eyes again standing on the outside of the circle between two of the mirrors. She then peeled off the long leather coat and revealed the awesome sight of Her PVC top which was made of lattice work all down Her strong back. Almost as if by design, he spied the black Scorpio tattoo on Her right hand shoulder blade; framed by one small PVC section of Her top. The leather jeans hugged Her buttocks deliciously and Her long thighs appeared smooth and animalistic in their beautiful coating.
She draped Her coat across one end of the bench and straddled across the bench, Her thighs wide open in front of Her.
"Come here, My slave!" She demanded, in a soft, yet definite way.
He moved towards Her; grass prickling his feet through his socks while a droplet of urine glistened upon the end of his chastity device.
She leaned up in Her position; Her gloved hands resting on Her leather clad thighs. She swept a stray hair away from Her face then beckoned for him to stand before Her. Reaching beneath the PVC turtle neck She removed a long silver chain which held a small silver key. She removed the chain from around Her neck, unhooking it from Her hair as it got caught in transit and slithered forwards along the bench closer to him.
"Stand still and close your eyes!" She ordered.
Doing exactly as he was told the slave stood before Her with his feet about eighteen inches apart, his hands hooked together behind his back. He knew what was coming. More humiliation. Further subjugation.
Adeptly within Her gloved fingers She unlocked the device and peeled it away from him. He felt a sense of relief as the tip of his cock was now free but immediately his cock become engorged with blood and started to grow hard in Her presence. She leaned back again and viewed him critically, throwing the device onto the floor, the long silver chain still wrapped around Her fingers.
"You are pleased to see Me, aren't you?!" She stated, Her eyes fixed on his cock.
Without another word She leaned forward again and in one careful swoop She had lassoed his cock with the silver chain. She swiftly moved Her fingers until the chain was looped back behind his balls and then pulled on the chain in a downwards direction.
"You will kneel!" She snapped.
The slave fell to his knees onto the hard grassy ground and felt the chain slither along the length of his now swollen, hard cock. She had released the lasso and now it hung halfway along his shaft, the key swinging in mid-air.
"More uses for a key than one!" She stated.
She leaned back along the length of the bench and rested back on Her elbows. Her leather clad thighs were directly in line with his lowered eyes and he felt himself catching precious glimpses of the long expanses of leather. Raising Her right leg She hooked Her heel onto his left hand shoulder and allowed the full weight of Her leg to rest there. Teasingly She turned Her toe towards his face and stroked the side of his head with Her boot.
"Do you like My new jeans?" She cooed, still flicking Her toe over his ear, knocking the hands-free device to the ground.
"Yes, Mistress..." he stammered, "... You look truly divine!"
She moved the toe of Her boot behind his head and pulled him forwards. He started to lose his balance and had to stretch his hands forward to steady his weight on the ground. His face was now so close to the inside of Her calf. He felt overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and desire. He could smell the newness of the leather and ached to touch it with his cheek. Before he could move She leaned forwards and caressed the side of his face with Her glove, gently and almost sensually.
"Worship Me, slave!"
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She allowed him the pleasure of feeling the leather of Her new trousers against the side of his face, his lips and his tongue. She instructed him to kiss, nuzzle and stroke his face against every centimetre of the inside of Her leg. He had felt the ripple through the leather of the ridge caused by Her knee high boots and he wondered if he might be allowed to worship them also at some stage in the future. He felt lost in his moment now, worshipping Her, breathing Her in, knowing Her power and feeling his cock bounce below him. His balls ached from denied gratification for the past weeks and his mind still swam from the whirls of the waltzer.
