I peered down at the specimen that weakened in front of me. A helpless male stripped of all his worldly armour and identity. Bright yellow ropes buried themselves tightly around his wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. All limbs were drawn behind him exposing every inch of his flesh at the front. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him….but I did! I had bound his cock at the base forcing it to remain stiff hard and swollen and protruding from his torso.
I had picked him up at the gym-a fine specimen of a body but with an oversized ego. I felt that needed to be removed, and what physical form was left over could certainly be put to use!
He certainly didn’t expect to get into the situation I had planned for him…poor boy! Never let a dominant, kinky female seduce you into trying out rope bondage!
As the hours passed his struggle for release had left a trail of marks and evidence on his body– his flesh was red and glistening with beads of sweat that reflected shards of light under the interrogation light that was pointed at him.
His mouth had been gagged with my panties and held in place by a pair of my stockings. I circled around him staring into his begging eyes. I knew how desperate he was to be released, his muscles were sore and aching, the pressure of the soft flooring beneath his knees now felt like upturned daggers pounding into his bones. He had never experienced a woman like me before, or a house that had woman that used men for their pleasures….
I bent down and whispered words of comfort into his ear….telling him I would give him respite from his current situation……..His eyebrows raised up in appreciation and a muffled word tried to escape the silk of my under wear filling his mouth. I chose not to acknowledge his pitiful whimpering…
And so his respite came-
It took one small push and his tired, tethered body fell to one side-A slow warm thud was heard as he was enveloped in the thick lush strands of carpet below him……my hogtied slave lay helplessly on his side his bound, swollen cock pushed out-throbbing and aching. I gently pushed the toe of my patent leather boot against the head of cock-the pressure made it go white as I continued with the pressure. I could feel it swell even more as I played with the pressure of my boot against its hardness.
I informed him that it was to be locked away….just like the rest of him…owned…controlled…trained…and used as a sex slave for woman.
I called Jane to bring the chastity devices downstairs into the Red Room…bending down to whisper in his ear again, I informed my little toy that he would remain chaste, tethered and naked until my girlfriend Amanda arrived…she had split up with her husband and needed some form of sexual pleasure with NO emotional attachment. I had promised her a male sex slave that would be broken in for her arrival and that I would have him trained, washed, stripped naked and spread-eagled to a bed and she could use and take from him whatever she wanted to. She could use his face to sit on his cock to pleasure her and after use he could be gagged, put in a chastity device and used again for later….