It began at dinner. The humor and banter of table conversation was punctuated by her meaningful glances and significant smiles. She wove her emotional cocoon around his mind slowly and carefully, channeling the conversation in the direction she sought, teasing and seducing him with voice as well as words.
It progressed with a back rub. She had brought him home, and said she wanted her back rubbed. She laid on her bed face down, and confidently waited for him to begin. He climbed onto the bed and carefully straddled her ass. With nervous fingers, he unzipped her dress, undid her bra strap, and slid the dress to her waist. He began the massage at the small of her back, a thumb on each flank of her spine, slowly running the thumbs up the sides of her spine. He leaned forward to put his weight into the effort, and her ass brushed teasingly against his crotch, stirring him. His hands ended at her shoulder blades, now fully spread out, rubbing deeply into her smooth skin.
He returned to the small of her back, and began to repeat the process. He delighted in the feel of her smooth skin against his fingers. After months of fantasy, he was actually touching her naked skin. Her ass was still brushing against his penis through the fabric of his slacks and the silky panties she had made him wear under his pants.
She moaned lightly, and he replied with a soft moan of his own.
"You can't come, slave," she said firmly.
"I can't come, Mistress," he replied in a hoarse whisper.
"You know the consequences," she warned.
"Yes, Mistress, I know the consequences."
He began a third circuit up her backbone, and began to sweat a little. Some of it was exertion, but some of it was the heat of the sensuality that passed between them.
By the fifth circuit, he had lost count. His penis head had burst beyond the elastic waistband of the panty under his slacks, and the elastic stretched just under the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and concentrated on obeying her. He could not ejaculate. Could not...could not...could not....
His mind wandered back to how they met on the internet, spent months exchanging e-mails and phone calls, then a dinner meeting one night, and now they had planned a long weekend together.
Over the months apart she had subtly trained him in phone calls and e-mails, preparing him mentally for the moment of unconditional surrender to her. She knew she was teasing him long enough, and she didn't want him to fail the test...yet.
"Stop!" she commanded, and he stopped. "Thank you, that was done well."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now stand up and strip!"
Awkwardly, he climbed off her and then the bed. He blushed, and all sorts of emotions were behind that blush: nervousness, excitement, embarrassment, and anticipation.
She lay comfortably on her side, watching him undress. She was enjoying the show, knowing that her frank, appraising stare would humiliate and excite him more. When he got to the slutty red panties, she signaled him to leave them on. She signaled him to turn in a clockwise direction so she could take in all his angles. She made him repeat the turn because it amused her to watch him blush, and yet still try to put on a sexy pose for her.
She smiled but did not laugh. She ordered him to kneel. She slowly sat up and began undressing herself as he watched from his knees, the head of his cock still peeking above the panty's waistband. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, one foot lightly brushing against the naked head of his cock.
He moaned.
"Worship my feet," she said, ever so softly.
He took the first foot in his hands and began to knead the muscles. He brought the foot up and began licking the soles of her foot, and then ran his tongue back between her toes, and finally sucking each toe into his mouth as slowly and sensuously as he could manage. He then took her second foot and repeated the process, while she used her already-worshipped foot to tease him by rubbing her big toe against the under part of his shaft through the silky material of the red panties.
When she had had enough, she withdrew her foot and stood up.
"Close your eyes," she said. He shut his eyes. "Keep them closed until I say otherwise."
"Yes Mistress."
"And from now on," she added, as she moved to a place behind him, "you will not speak. You can moan and groan, whimper and weep, but I don't want to hear a single syllable that sounds like any human language. If you understand, nod your head for me."
He nodded, listening to a drawer open and close, and the sound of glass on glass behind him. He desperately wanted to turn and peek, but didn't want to disobey. So he knelt there and nodded, awaiting her next move.
He sensed her kneeling behind him rather than hearing it. It was the light breeze of her breath near his ear, and the faint aroma of her perfume that alerted him. He suddenly felt her surprisingly strong hand grab his right wrist and effortlessly encircle his wrist with a restraint that had a leather feel to it. Another attached restraint went quickly around his right ankle. Another pair of restraints were swiftly added to his left side.
He was bound and helpless. He was aroused by the feeling of utter helplessness. How good it felt; how right it felt. He knew he had just passed the point-of-no-return, and knew he wanted to be past that point.
She encased his head in a rubber hood, which covered everything but his nostrils and mouth. She rubbed her hands over the rubber that covered his face, enjoying the feel of the rubber, and becoming aroused by the thought of her growing power over him.
"Now you can open your eyes, slave," she giggled.
He nodded slowly, not knowing what else to do.
She grabbed his shoulders and tilted him onto his back, with his feet flat on the floor, and his knees bent because of the short length of chain that attached each wrist restraint to each ankle restraint.
"Spread your feet as wide apart as they'll go," she said, and he nodded and his feet slide farther apart.
"Wider," she whispered, and he nodded and struggled to get his feet and knees wider apart.
She rose, walked to the foot of her slave, and attached a spreader bar to the two ankle restraints, getting him to spread even wider as she did so.
