Mike finally fell asleep in the small hours of the morning. His cuffed arms and legs felt stiff and sore all through the night. Ball gag, causing his jaw to ache. His blindfold at least made it easier to nod off. Every time he thought of his situation, he would feel empty and defeated. Then he would reassure himself by thinking that a long term exit was possible. This however led to all sorts of fantasies about his stunning captor. That in turn meant excruciating pain for his trapped cock. He could still smell her scent from hours earlier, faintly in the room. A teasing blend of her pussy and perfume.
Heather went to bed that night in raptures. She had always fantasised about having a slave. Now she was fantasising about what to do to him. Filthy thoughts ran through her mind. Dirty, twisted ways of torturing him made her wet and horny. Over and over she imagined and planned the evil acts she could do to him. The hornier she got, the wilder her ideas. Until the small hours of the morning she pleasured herself and had long, intense orgasms. She finally fell into a comfortable sleep after a steamy night of masturbation about the man she had imprisoned.
Mike awoke, in immense pain and with badly stiff limbs. The house was quiet, so he presumed Heather wasn't up yet. He couldn't be sure though. The pain in his dick was horrible. Morning wood was making his cock ache inside of the cage. He let out a moan and tried not to think about his predicament. That was impossible. His attempts at moving were stifled by tight cuffs and the blindfold made him panicky. Was she in the room with him? Was he still where she had left him? Was she gone altogether? It was immensely unnerving, with no eyesight and being unable to move. He also couldn't shout for help. Mike knew he was completely vulnerable. She could do anything to him and there would be nothing he could do to stop her.
Heather woke up feeling brilliant. She had slept in as she always did on her day off, until about 11am. She knew that had meant extra pain for her slave. That had only made her wetter the night before and even now as she thought of him trussed up and captured, she felt herself grow moist. Remembering the way she had plotted last night, she felt another ripple of pleasure. Instead of getting off now though, she decided to save it. That way she would be extremely horny when she visited her slave.
Mike heard the door open. He rolled around helplessly, begging into his gag. He wanted to cum so badly.
"Mmmfff," his voice was muffled by the gag. Heather grew wet at the sight of him, straining to be free. She kept her cool though. She had a plan.
"Slave, if you ever want to be released from your restraints you have to earn it." Her voice washed over him. Mike had forgotten how sweet and seductive it was, yet with a cruel hint in her tone.
"Do you want your gag removed? Make noise if you do." she commanded.
"Mmm," he moaned. At this Heather took out his ball gag. Mike felt his jaw and mouth free up, a feeling of pure relief. He chose not to speak, for fear of it being put on again.
"Now, you must answer my questions. Yes or no. Nothing else."
Miked braced himself.
"Are you willing to be my slave?"
"Yes." He already was, he thought to himself.
"Will you obey every command i give you?"
"Yes." He felt nervous, but it was more or less a given now that he was her slave. He reasoned again, that it could help him escape in the long term.
"Do you think i have another key?" She did, in fact she was going to get it copied. But Mike was oblivious.
"Yes." Mike said meekly. He guessed she probably did, it was an educated guess. He feared her response though.
"Thats all i have to ask you for today." She said in matter of fact way, and walked out to get her breakfast, shutting the door behind her.
She had filmed the conversation. Although his face wasn't fully visible, his voice would do for the time being. Heather ate her toast while she thought of her victory. He had signed up to her demands, and though she had more this was an important step. He also believed she had another key. This meant that he would serve her, in the belief that he may be released. The first key, was always going to be flushed, no matter what option. The intention was to shock and scare him. Even now, he only thought she had a key. She could play on the lack of certainty.
Breakfast finished, Heather went into her room to change. A tight business skirt and black bra with heels was her choice. She spayed on her perfume and made sure to tie her hair back into a smart ponytail. The combination of the smart dress and the slutty bra and heels, mixed with a hot perfume would knock the stuffing out of him. She strutted confidently into his room. Mike still lay stricken on the floor, cuffed and blindfolded. Mike felt mesmerised by her dreamy perfume. His dick swelled yet again to no avail. Then the blindfold was removed and he saw her. Blonde hair, cleanly tied back, displaying her dangerously cute face. Her black bra covering ample, well shaped boobs. Her tight, short business skirt, emphasising her hips and ass. Her toned legs coupling with a naughty pair of heels. He was speechless. His dick rocketed, desperate to grow and cum at the sight of her. She looked devastatingly hot and he felt mesmerised at her whole appearance.
Heather yanked down his trousers and sat on his caged dick, grinding and teasing. She pulled his shirt off and started to kiss his chest and up his well built arms. Growing hornier, she started to bite his upper arms, where his biceps would be, leaving teeth marks across his upper body. All the time grinding up against his cock. Her scent and all of her teasing overwhelmed him. He started to beg.
"Please, let me cum, i'll do anything!" He stared pleadingly into her eyes. At this, she bit down hard on his nipple and refused to let go.
"Argh!" He yelped in pain.
She pulled off and laughed at him, slapping his face repetitively. Then she leant in close to his ear, pressing her boobs up against his chest and started to passionately kiss around his head. She kissed in towards his lips but each time he tried to respond she moved away to his cheeks again. This and her crotch grinding up against his caged cock, resulted in yet more begging.
