She put some pillows behind his shoulders and head to prop him up. Then she reached under each corner of the bed and produced a chain, which she attached to his wrist cuff. She repeated the procedure with the other wrist and each ankle and had him bound spread eagle on the bed.
His gut told him to ask to be released--to back out. Losing control to any woman was still humiliating, but backing out now would be chickening out. Besides, he admitted that he had wanted this for a long time. If he didn't let her do this, he might ruin his only chance with her, and their relationship would be awkward--him a too-young, sexual coward--a prude. She might turn on him and forbid him from using the backyard. Despite his serious misgivings, he conceded control to her--again. He might get a chance to turn the tables, which he should have done with Crystal.
She lifted her dress and revealed her bush. "Guess what? I haven't had the chance to shave, but I want to. It looks so good on your girlfriend. It's not for you, slave, but for me. You are going to wait while I deal with this, but don't worry, I'll put on some entertainment for you while I'm gone. It won't take long."
They had a big TV on the dresser at the foot of the bed. She turned it on and started the VCR. It was cued up to the beginning of a porn movie sex scene. She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. When she left, his erection softened.
He had never seen porn before--never had a VCR. The movie began to pull him in. The two women and men were attractive and were having hardcore sex in a living room. One lady had really large tits and was especially fond of having the guy she was with fuck her tits when she pushed them together. It turned him on but did not bring him back to erect. To regain it, he needed some hands-on stimulation, and his cock remained limp. The little bit of storyline between the sex scenes caused him to go completely flaccid. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but he guessed about 15 or 20 minutes. He wished she would hurry up.
A new sex scene had started in the movie. It had a good-looking girl and two guys. All of a sudden, he was flush and hot, and his cock stirred. He watched as his cock grew hard as the people in the movie were starting to fuck. The guy was fucking one of the girls--a good-looking blond--and the other girl was fingering the girl getting fucked clit. The scene was hot, maybe hot enough to get him hard, but like this? It was as if a feedback loop had started. The feeling of his cock getting hard was making his cock get even harder. He was fully erect, but it seemed to be getting harder still. Usually, his erect cock would lay on his stomach unless he was exceptionally horny. It was now at least two, maybe three, inches up off his belly. It was almost agonizingly stiff. He wished he could feel it, grab it, stoke it.
Just then, Meredith appeared from the bathroom. For some reason, he was self-conscious about being so hard while watching the movie. But if the movie hadn't gotten him hard, she would have. She was stunning in shiny black leather heels, which were probably four inches high, and that made her already long legs look even longer and sexier. She had on black thigh-high stockings attached to a black leather garter belt, a red g-string, and a lace-up red leather corset. Her breasts were exposed, but her pussy was covered, and he very much wanted to see it shaved. She was being cruel, but he felt that he didn't dare say so.
"I don't get to wear this very often. It doesn't do much for my husband these days. You like it?"
"I like it very much."
"You're forgetting your training and are going to start getting punished."
"I mean, yes, Mistress, very much."
"It looks like the pill took effect; that is one gorgeously hard cock. It should stay that way for hours, as long as we are playing, no matter how many times you cum. I've been curious about how it would affect someone as young and horny as you obviously are. Now, we are going to add a few things to your attire."
She pulled out a bag from under the bed, and the first thing she pulled out was a chrome, hinged, flattened ring, or maybe it was better described as a band or cuff. It looked to be just less than two inches in diameter and about a half-inch tall.
She held it in front of him and said, "What do you think this is for?" He had a guess but hesitated. "Well, no matter, I'm going to show you."
She grabbed his cock and balls and forcefully pulled them upward, closing the tight-fitting ring around the base. The cold metal separated his cock and balls from his crotch. The ring had a place for a lock where the two ends came together, and she closed it with a small padlock--like the ones he used for his headgear with Katherine. Next, she pulled out a black leash and attached it to the padlock. Then came a leather collar around his neck. Same thing, a padlock and a leash. Next was a belt around his waist with a series of metal rings attached to it. She then proceeded to disconnect his ankles from the bed but connected them with about a foot and a half of black chain. She disconnected his wrists from the bed but attached them to the waist belt. He was mobile, but just barely.
"All right, slave. Everything is as it needs to be. Sit up, and we have one more thing we need to do."
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she pulled out a joint from the nightstand. "I need you a little stoned to make you completely compliant. You do get stoned, don't you?"
"Mistress, I sometimes get stoned, mostly for sex. I don't need it now; I'm already completely compliant."
"I say you need it. You have a problem with that?"
"No, Mistress."
She took the first hit, her only hit, then helped him to one. She had him do three good hits, which was enough for a really good buzz. She grabbed him by the cock leash and led him into the adjoining room to the recliner. She sat in the chair and motioned him down in front of her.
"I like dressing up, but honestly, I'd rather be naked. You've taught me that, and now you are going to help me take my stockings and g-string off. Would you like that slave? Do you want to see my pussy? Maybe lick it and make me cum?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I want to worship your pussy. Can you release my hands?" The thing was, her control was becoming more than just fantasy playacting for him. At that moment, he wanted nothing more in the world than for her to let him service her. The pot had further focused his lust for her, and he wasn't just playing along anymore. He had lost control at a core level and didn't care.
"Whose pussy do you want right now? Your Mistress's, or your slutty girlfriends?"
"Yours, Mistress."
"If we brought her in here right now. Would you still say that?"
He hesitated but said, "Yours, Mistress."
"Oh, don't worry. My husband is probably eating her pussy right now. And no, I'm not going to release you. I don't trust you just yet. You need to earn it. You need to use your teeth. I'll help you with the shoes and unclipping the stockings. I'll let you do the G-string first. I feel like my bald pussy is getting really wet."
She removed her heels, unclipped her stockings, stood; and he worked down her G-string and right then thought her shaved pussy was the most beautiful thing there was. He paused and was going to beg her to eat it.
"Oh god, you are clumsy and slow." She pulled the G-string the rest of the way off and stuffed it into his mouth--so much for begging. "I'll do the rest of it myself," she exclaimed.
She pushed Darrell back with her feet, then stood and took off the stockings and garter belt but left the corset on. She pointed to the floor, and he knelt in front of her again. She spread her legs, giving him a wonderful view of her pussy. It was glistening. At that moment, he was quite relieved and thinking, now I get to enjoy her pussy; I want her to have a big orgasm. He was crossed up. She started to rub her clit, running her fingers into her cunt, then spreading her new wetness back up to her clit. He leaned in toward he pussy, not sure what he would do with her panties stuffed in his mouth, but nonetheless wanting to be at her pussy. She grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
"No. Not unless I say so. You just need to watch."
This was cruel, especially cruel, when she ran her wet fingers under his nose and around his gagged mouth, leaving moistness on his face. He wanted to tell her how cruel she was, but it would have displeased her, not to mention he was gagged.
He was mesmerized as he was forced to watch. She was really starting to respond, moving her pelvis up and down. She took her feet and began to rub them on his face, all the while massaging her clit. His cock was screaming for attention, and he managed to shift the belt around enough to get a hold of it with his right hand. It was like a hot, pulsing piece of oak. The way she was sitting blocked her view, and he was getting some relief while also increasing his arousal markedly. He needed to stop a couple of times to keep from cuming. He guessed that this would not be an approved activity, but he was getting desperate.
