Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, "I'm gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are," and, "Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don't you?"
I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming both sore and aroused at what was to come, but at the same time I was quite nervous.
Once in the house, Katrina told me to go for a shower and handing menthe La Senza bag, told me to put on my new underwear, lie on the bed and wait for her. Of course, I did as I was told and 15 minutes later was in position, lying on my back, the pink knickers and camisole against my skin making me feel horny and slightly conscious as to how I looked.
After a few minutes Katrina came into the room. I gasped in amazement, she had obviously done some shopping of her own during the week and was dressed in a full black PVC outfit, corset, no knickers, stockings and suspenders and thigh high heeled boots. She looked stunning, but even better, like the perfect dominatrix. She was also carrying a bag, which she placed by the side of the bed.
"Aww, look at my little slut, how do the clothes feel?"
"Very nice," I replied, watching her every move as she straddled my groin, lowering her shaven pussy down until it rubbed against the plastic of the CB 6000. She leant forward and kissed me on my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, but pulling out before I could suck on it, which I was desperate to do.
She straightened up again, her hands rubbing over my satin covered smooth chest, fingers pinching at my nipples. "Very nice indeed," she said, "I could get used to this I think.". She then lifted herself slightly off me and ordered me to turn over, onto my front. I did so, carefully so as not to hurt myself even more with the chastity device, and once in position, she sat back down on me, again straddling me. I saw her reach down the side of the bed and into the bag, and then she sat back up with a pair of handcuffs swinging from one finger.
"Now babe, don't panic but I have plans for you tonight which I think you will enjoy, but maybe not at first so I'm going to put these on you okay?".
"What do you mean not at first?"
"Shhhh," she just said, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, my little chastised bitch, aren't you?"
She leant forward, over my back and put the handcuffs around one of the bars in the centre of the headboard. Then, in turn she restrained my hands in them, before again sitting back on me, her weight pushing my cock cage uncomfortably against the bed, my balls squashed against the plastic retainer rings.
"Honey, you don't need to tie me down," I pleaded with her, now getting concerned at what she had planned for me, "Honestly, I'm quite happy to do whatever you want."
"You say that now, but you don't really know what I want do you?" She said this with some menace in her voice, but without seeing her face, I couldn't tell if she was for real or play acting. "As I said earlier, tonight you're my bitch and one more word from you and you'll regret it okay?"
My mind reeled at what was possibly to come, but I think that even if she had uncuffed me, I'd still have stayed where I was. Secretly, I think, I wanted this.
Katrina slid off to one side, kneeling next to me. "Lift your ass up, but keep your head down in the pillow."
"Uh huh," I replied, doing as she said. The knickers were cutting slightly into my balls and I was paranoid I looked stupid, with one testicle hanging out of either side of the material. This was soon rectified though when I felt Katrina pulling the gusset of the knickers to one side of my sack, exposing my balls and ass. The next ing I felt was what I presume was her finger, and more worryingly, her long fingernail, at the entrance to my ass.
"Mmmm, you're very tight back here babe, we'll have to do something about that.". More rustling behind me and then I felt a cold sensation as a liquid which I can only assume was lubrication of some kind, was applied to my ass. I gasped slightly as I felt Katrina slip a finger in me, gently at first, slowly working it in and out of my ass for a few moments until I realised she had fully inserted it into me. There was some pain but the feeling as she slipped it back out and then in again was exquisite.
"Good boy, you're a natural," she said, "I was reading about anal sex on the net the other day and it said you should take it step by step, but before I go out tomorrow I want to know that I have taken your anal virginity and that you are 100% my little slut, so I'm afraid we're not going to have that sort of time. Hence the handcuffs," she added.
She pulled her finger out of my ass slowly, making me feel every second of it, and then she reached her hand around to my mouth, the finger that had just been inside me rubbing against my lips. "No way," I exclaimed, "Thats too much babe, not when it's just been in me!"
"Suck my fucking finger bitch," she hissed, and I knew she was being serious. "For years now I've been swallowing your cum and putting up with your little cock, now it's time that you do what I want, and don't forget, you wanted this."
She wasn't leaving me with much choice, so I opened my mouth and allowed her finger to pass through my lips, tasting the muskiness of my own ass and feeling thankful that I had cleaned myself as well as possible in the shower.
"There, good boy, or good girl I should maybe say," she chuckled to herself, "Now you're learning.".