Monday
I rise early this morning. Always do on Mondays. I shower, shave and dress have some breakfast and then I go and see how my little bitch has survived the night.
I open the door, flick on the light and instead of her hiding away from the light, her head comes up fast. She's kneeling in the cage, her towards the door, her whole body shaking, her body covered in sweat, her breathing heavy.
She glowers at me.
"For fuck's sake get this thing out of me."
I smile
"Why?"
"You bastard you know why it's driving me fucking mad. I haven't slept, It's blowing my fucking head. It doesn't stop, just keeps going, and I can't get it out."
There's a mad look in her eyes.
I move slowly, undoing the cage and then reaching in and pulling her gently out. I take her by the arm and twisting it behind her back I move her to a desk and push her over.
"Fuck don't please. Just please get it out." She's almost crying now, her voice cracking.
I undo the chastity belt around her waist and letting it drop to the floor I slowly reach between her legs and pull the bullet out.
Her pussy is soaked, her cum everywhere, I feel her clit and she jumps as it's so senstive and gives a little yelp.
I turn the vibe off and pulling her upright I tell her to open her mouth. She does, and so I put the vibe in there and tell her to suck it clean, reluctantly she does.
I move away from her, noticing the mess on the chastity device and the floor beneath the cage.
I take a deep intake of breath knowing that our weekend is almost over.
Moving back and removing the vibe from her mouth. I attach the collar and leash and lead her to the bathroom where I let her shower, again in cold water and only for 3 minutes.
When she's dry. I put the collar and leash back on and lead her downstairs, she hesitates slightly, but eventually comes with me.
I take her into the room she was in last night, again she hesitates, a little look of trepidation on her face and in her eyes, but that only lasts a second and then she takes a step forward into the room.
She stands in the middle of the room, looking around, naked, the leash dangling between her breasts, making no attempt to leave even though the door is open and the front door just a few feet away.
I walk around the room.
"Why haven't you fucked me? Every one you've had here has fucked me, but not you -- can't you get it up." She says, sneering at me.
I look at her, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not about fucking you, dominating someone isn't about giving them a few slaps and then sticking your cock into them -- for the most part it's about how you control yourself. If you can't control yourself, how can you expect to control someone else."
"So you can't get it up then?" She glares at me again.
I smile.
"You can think that if you want."
"I think you're a queer and you can only get semi hard by watching others do what you want to do."
I laugh, shaking my head.
"I'm right aren't I?"
I look up at her and smile.
Moving quickly towards her I grab her by the hair and pull her towards a chair, pushing her into it.
"You know submissive sluts, really should keep their mouths shut." I slap her across the face hard and her head slumps back
I move away not bothering to restrain her, and she makes no attempt to get away.
"You queer, you can't get it up can you."
I smile
Moving to the far end of the room and start to move some things around.
"What you doing queer boy."
I ignore her.
I move towards her and grab her hair again, pulling her up off the seat and towards the items I've laid out. I look at her face and her eyes widen.
Standing behind her I kick the back of her knees and she sinks to the floor. I attach restraints to her ankles and then secure them to the hoops in the floor, doing the same to her wrists.
I slowly move the machine towards her and position it behind her, attaching a large dildo to the arm, putting the dildo at the end of the entrance to her pussy and turn it on. Slowly it starts to fuck her
"Oh god, no. You bastard get it out."
I increase the speed slightly
