It had been six months now, since we last met, and since the new rules. Six long months, which seemed to drag on much more slowly than any other six months I had known. It has been such a long, frustrating time for me, since the new rules were put in place by my Mistress, my love, my owner.
She owns me so completely now, I am lost without her, desperate to see her once more, craving the time we can spend together. Craving her vagina, her mouth, even her anus. You see, the new rules were so very simple, but utterly controlling. She knew so well the effect they would have on me, and they were stunningly effective.
Six months ago, we had managed to meet up. A very rare occurrence these days but always memorable, and always fun. We shared a passion for each other and a very secret love of BDSM. It was our shared secret. Something we dare not speak about with our friends, but something which had always been a part of us. When we met, all traditional sensibilities went out the window, and we could play around controlling each other using various bits of bondage kit we had collected over the years. Ropes, restraints, gags, whips, clamps were all used as well as tools to make our time so much fun.
Each time we met, one of us would bring along a new piece of kit. It was always a surprise until it was used, and quite often the 'receiver' of the kit would be blindfolded when it was first used, just adding to the surprise and trepidation. On this occasion it was Mistress' turn to bring along something, as I lay on the bed, naked, with my hands casually behind my head wondering what it might be.
Mistress came out of the bathroom with a mischievous grin on her face, dressed in a shiny skin tight latex catsuit, which she had introduced to the kit bag a couple of sessions earlier, holding a small bag which she laid on the floor at the foot of the bed, just out of sight. She straddled me, rubbing her latex clad figure along my body, heightening the excitement I was feeling, which was all too clear to see.
Leaning down and kissing my lips gently she said that a surprise was in store for me, one which would be memorable for a very very long time. Before I had a chance to ask too many questions, she took my right arm from behind my head and pulled it towards the corner of the bed. A leather cuff, which had earlier been attached to straps passing under the bed was attached and locked in place with a small padlock. This was repeated with my left arm securing my hands in place, far enough away to be of no use should I wish to stop any plans she may have. The padlocks were an unusual addition. They seemed a bit over the top, as it was nigh-on impossible to undo the cuffs without them, but I was happy to play along with the game.
"Happy?" she asked as I lay there drifting towards my sub-space, floating along in the most perfect emotional ride when you hand control over to someone you trust.
"Perfectly." I replied, grinning up at her.
She just smiled and shifted her attention to my legs which were similarly pulled to the waiting ankle cuffs, and small padlocks attached with subtle clicks.
Sliding off the bed, she grinned.
"Now for something you taught me last time."
She slowly walked to each corner of the bed to pull the straps tighter. Not content with simply pulling my limbs to the bed corners, she repeated the tightening process a few times on each corner, pulling on the straps as hard as she could, my limbs fully stretched, and on the edge of that threshold which is pleasure and pain. This time closer to the pain side of the equation. She knew me so very well.
"Now you are fucked!"
A slightly unexpected turn of phrase, that I had never heard from her before. I looked at each wrist in turn trying to look for any sign of give but they were pulled very firmly to the corner of the bed. There was not an inch of give in the straps. My hands, turning a slight shade of purple, were no longer of any use. My feet were also useless, pulled so tight that I could not even move my ass an inch in any direction. I was going nowhere until Mistress decided otherwise.
This, of course, is what I loved and she knew it. Bindings so tight and uncomfortable they were a constant reminder of my state of helplessness. But the padlocks and turn of phrase were new.
Collecting something from the kit bag, she slid onto the bed and straddled me once more, holding an inflatable ball gag in her hand.
"Open Wide" were two words I never tired of hearing from her, so I played along happily opening my mouth, as she stuffed the deflated ball inside and pulled the straps tightly through the buckle. So tight that even in a deflated state, I had no chance of pushing the gag out of my mouth. Then she began pumping, counting to 5. Our usual number of pumps which filled my mouth effectively stopping any words, but not overly placing any strain on my jaw.
"Now," she said menacingly, "like I said before, You are so completely fucked."
She squeezed another couple of pumps into the gag, which started to become uncomfortable.
"You have absolutely no control left any more."
Pump.
"I could keep inflating this ball until it blocks your throat,"
Pump.
"and there's nothing you can do about it."
Pump.
I was trying to tell her to stop, but only muffled "Uuuuuhmpphhs" were coming out of my mouth. I trusted her completely but there was a small element of panc kicking in now.
Pump. Pump.
I tried to remain calm and kept my head still, staring up at the ceiling. If I lifted my head, the inflated ball would push to the back of my throat, choking me, so I had to remain as still as possible glancing down to her smiling face as she watched the torment grown on my face.
"You know of course that you belong to me, body and soul" she asked rhetorically. "But I want more."
I stared in silence back into her eyes which had never looked more serious.
"I want to own this".
She glanced down to my dick which, despite the danger was betraying my excitement.
"I will own your cock completely It will no longer be of any use to you other than a means to emit piss. I am going to give you three rules which you will have no option but to follow. They are simple rules so that your simple male mind can remember them:"
"1. You will never touch your cock again,"
"2. You will never cum again without my permission,"
"3. You will only be allowed to cum inside me,"
