Late-Night Awakening

She came first, her body wracked with pleasure - but I wasn't far behind her. Oh god, the sensations spread from my crotch through my whole body - the most intense and overwhelming orgasm I'd ever had was suddenly growing at breathtaking speed - a monstrous thing - and my cock was so rock hard that it felt like it might burst.

I cried out loud and long, pumping my load powerfully inside her slim body, over and over, her wails only serving to sharpen and intensify my orgasm. Surge after surge, I just kept coming, filling her with my ejaculate, our open mouths together, breathing hard.

And so, gradually, gradually, we slowed. Still moaning but quietly now, until we barely moved at all - just a slow gyration of our naked bodies, and the delicious sensations of her sex throbbing against me, keeping me hard.

I registered our surroundings. The birdsong outside. But then she breathed: "Are you hard enough to make me come again?"

"Oh god yes," I replied.

And with no more words needed, she wrapped her arms round my neck, her legs either side of me, and I lifted her onto my lap, sitting back on my heels.

Our bodies were so close. Her nipples close enough for me to take them into my mouth, which I did eagerly as she leaned back in my arms and began to move on me.

Matching her rhythm, I pulled her hard against me over and over, but slower than before, and soon she began to let out a rising note of sexual need. She was impaled on me, sitting on my cock and grinding herself on me to get it as deep as possible.

"You are so fucking big," she breathed in my ear, and her words made my cock swell even larger.

I gripped her bottom and, controlling her movements, I now fucked her hard as she held onto my shoulders and threw her head back, wailing loudly.

I could tell that her next orgasm wasn't far away, and even though I could tell that I wouldn't be able to come again so soon, my cock was back at maximum hardness as I moved deep inside her - thrusting until her desperation reached fever pitch and she was coming again. Over and over she came - a cascade of climaxes, and I exalted in the sensations of her pussy contracting hard around me.

Until, eventually, she calmed down to just a slow rotation of her hips. Our lips found each other again, and we kissed long and slow, breathing hard, and looking into each other's eyes with wonder.

--

Some while later, we were lying in bed, her on her side, as close as we could be - our bodies touching all the way down, her head on my chest.

She was softly caressing my still-hard cock in a way that was making me groan - I was sexually frustrated once again, and yet it was too soon for me to be able to come.

I was wet from her pussy, and I suspected that she was dripping with my come, and we were both hot and sweaty - but we didn't care. All that mattered was our closeness. The intimacy between us as we murmured little things to each other about how incredible different parts of our sex had been.

"You were just... amazing," she sighed, against my chest.

My heart swelled. "So were you," I replied, kissing the top of her head.

"Yes but... I've never known you like that. You were like an animal. The way you just... took what you wanted."

I said nothing to this, but my cock throbbed harder as she softly stroked it.

"You know what I think?" she said.

"What?"

"I think that if that's the kind of sex we have after you've been locked up, then I'm going to lock you up quite a lot."

My stomach flipped.

"But," I protested, "You said you wanted to admire my cock?"

"Sometimes I do. And sometimes I'll want to see you in your cute little cage, knowing that I have Tom the Beast to look forward to!"

She giggled, giving my cock a squeeze.

I still had the cock ring on, which my cage had attached to. There had been no chance of removing it since I'd been hard ever since she'd removed the cage.

I glanced at the clock and worked out that I'd probably been rock hard constantly for over an hour and a half.

"Did you enjoy just having your way with me?" she asked.

"Oh god," I groaned. "It was so exciting just taking you like that. I loved it."

She smiled and kissed my chest.

"Good."

We lay in silence for a while, as she continued to caress my cock until I was slowly squirming with built up sexual frustration.

"Of course," she said, "Now that's finished. You're my servant boy again."

I said nothing, but I felt my heart beat faster.

She went on, running the tip of her finger over the end of my cock: "And this nice hard unsatisfied erection is perfect for me to play with. Just as it should be, don't you think?"

I made a little noise of dismay and arousal, all wrapped up into one. How was I back in this position so soon?

Then suddenly her tone brightened. "Let's go and shower," she told me, "And then we can go and enjoy the weather. It's silly being cooped up in here on a beautiful day like this isn't it."

She pressed my bell end down firmly to meet my stomach, and then slid her fingers off me so that my cock sprang back up. She giggled, and then rolled over and got up.

"Come on then," she said standing there looking at me in nothing but her kinky dominatrix boots. I shifted myself across and got out next to her.

"On the floor remember," she said, pointing downwards. Her eyebrows were arched as she waited for me to obey.

I had a fluttering of submissive arousal inside me as I knelt down before her, my cock straining for attention.

"Hands and knees," she prompted, with a warning note in her voice.

I lowered myself down into my hands, looking up at her like a loyal dog as she now smiled indulgently down at me.

"Good boy."

She ruffled my hair and patted my head. Our roles were well and truly established again, despite the fact that only moments ago I'd been dominantly fucking her, here I was at her feet gazing up at her, enthralled by her beauty and the way she effortlessly owned me.

"Come on then," she said, and with her hand by her side beckoning me on, she had me crawl along next to her towards the bathroom.

"Keep to heel," she told me, as I fell behind, and even as I quickened my pace, she reached down and swatted my bottom.

Her naked body was so insanely sexy - the sway of her hips, the tiny quiver of her buttocks with every step. And those thigh high boots only enhanced her sexiness.

I slowed a little as I crawled onto the cold hard tiles in the bathroom, but I didn't earn another smack because she now told me to stop.

Holding her finger up to indicate that I was to stay, she stepped into the walk-in shower and turned on the water, stepping back quickly.

"Okay," she said, "In you go and test the temperature for me."

With a long low sweep of her hand she indicated that I was to crawl into the shower.

I could tell from the fine spray that the water hadn't heated up yet, but of course I did as I was told. And as I did so, I felt the end of her boot between my legs, nudging my balls. "Go on!" she urged.

Steeling myself, I crawled under the torrent of chilling water and gasped.

I heard Steph giggling behind me. "Not warm enough yet then I guess?"

I endured it for perhaps five seconds before, thankfully, it was replaced by glorious warmth as the hot water finally came through, drumming down onto my back, dispelling the icy chill.

I turned myself around in the confined space and told her it was ready.

"Thank you servant boy," she grinned. I saw that she'd removed her boots.

Fully naked, she stepped into the shower, bending forward to stroke my head.

I looked up at her breasts, longing to kiss them.

"Kneel up so I can see your cock," she said, and as I obeyed, she stood up straight, looking down at it.

The water was spraying down between us, and I had to keep wiping it from my eyes.

"That cold water seems to have taken the edge off your nice big erection," she commented. "What would bring it back?"

I gazed up at her, through my water logged eyelashes.

"If you touched me?" I replied. It was a humble request.

"Hmm. No," she replied. "Any other ideas?"

I felt a little pang of submissive arousal at her denying my plea.

"I could touch you," I suggested.

She smiled. "Ooh yes, I like that idea. You may wash me."

She bent over again and put two fingers under my chin to lift my face up even higher. Her body now blocked the stream of water, and I could look into her eyes as she added: "Get me nice and clean. Be very thorough, but very gentle. Can you do that?"

"Yes,' I breathed, feeling my cock swell up harder.

"If you do a good job, I'll take you into my mouth. Would you like that?"

"Oh god. Yes."

I looked longingly at her sexy lips, every fibre of my being yearning to have them wrapped around the base of my shaft, and to feel her soft tongue moving powerfully against it.

She chuckled. "I'm sure you would. You'd better do a good job then!"

My breath shaky with arousal, I reached up for the shower gel and squirted a generous amount on my hands, starting with the calf of her right leg, softly soaping it up before moving up to her thigh, which still had a faint red line around it from the top of the tight leather boot.

Her leg was long and toned, and beautifully smooth, and every part of it was perfect to me, from her slim ankles to her knees to the firm muscle of her thigh.

I wanted to go further up, to touch her pussy, but I decided I would concentrate on the other leg first, and as I replenished the shower gel in my hand, she tilted her head back and began to wash her hair. With the water in my eyes I gazed up, mesmerised at the sight of her graceful neck, her throat exposed, her arms raised to run her fingers through her wet hair.

I couldn't wait to soap up her breasts. Her large erect nipples made me groan.

As she reached for the shampoo, she looked down at me.

"Are you staring at my breasts?" she asked, with mock sternness.

"Yes," I admitted. "They look beautiful."

She smiled. "You're sweet. Well you can get used to seeing them from below," she added with a cheeky twitch of her eyebrows. "You'll be spending a lot of time kneeling in front of me today."

The blunt needles of water were hitting my bell end in a way that was both uncomfortable and strangely pleasurable.

My back and bottom were cold, untouched by the water.

"Get on with it," she instructed. "And I don't want your soapy fingers inside me, understand?"

And so as she shampooed her hair, I softly soaped up her bottom and her pubis, luxuriating in the perfect shape of her - every exquisite detail of her body.

She didn't part her legs at all, limiting my access, so instead I proceeded to wash her tummy and her sides and her lower back.

She titled the large shower head away from herself while she applied the shampoo, and it now warmed me beautifully as I reached up finally to her breasts.

My soapy hands glided over her full breasts, the smoothness interrupted only by her nipples grazing my palms.

With water drenching my face, I began to kiss her stomach as I gently massaged her perfect orbs, using my thumbs to tease at her nipples.

She had stopped now, mid way through shampooing herself, her eyes closed as she groaned softly.

I kissed her pubic mound, and the valley between it and her hip bone, running my hands up and down her body, from her breasts to her thighs and back again, letting my thumbs travel up the insides of her thighs each time, gliding over her labia on their way back up.

I saw that she'd opened her eyes and was looking down at me with a smile on the corners of her mouth. She put her hand on top of my head, and pushing her hips forward, she guided my mouth between her legs.

Her clitoris hardened as I licked her, the waterfall running down her stomach making it hard to breathe as she thrusted slowly back and forth, hoping to get my tongue lower.

But the angle was wrong, and I was too close to the glass shower screen to move back. And as I tried to get lower to lick her wet opening, she suddenly pulled my head away from her, her fingers gripping my hair.

Through the water I could just make out her mischievous smile as she turned away from me, and pushed her bottom back against my face.

With water in my ears, I managed to hear her instruction: "Clean me with your tongue."

Her anus was pressed against my lips, and I put out my tongue and licked it.

I can't tell you how arousing I found it to be made to do this. My erection was straining - achingly hard - as I felt her tight little arsehole against my tongue.

She arched her bottom back against my face, making a sound of satisfaction as I lapped at her with my tongue fully extended, cleaning from her perineum all the way up between her arse cheeks.

I realised that she had resumed shampooing her hair, running her fingers through her hair and wriggling her body like a porn star pretending to be in the throes of orgasmic pleasure.

And then she reached up and adjusted the shower head so that she was fully under its downpour, as she bent over further and pushed back until my tongue slipped between her labia.

Shampooey water poured down on my head, but my tongue was buried there against her pussy in a little independent pool of wetness - her slick salty juices. I was moving my tongue in circles around her tight hole, my hands on her arse as she used my face.

To my surprise, I felt her fingernail graze my chin and I realised that she was fingering herself at the same time, stimulating her clitoris, and this seemed to take her pleasure up a gear.

Eager to help her come again, I thrust my tongue as far as I could into her - it wasn't far, but it seemed to be enough because she let out a little wail and the vigour with which she was pushing herself against me suddenly doubled.

"Oh oh oh OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!!!!" she cried out, more and more urgently and I could actually feel the vibration of her voice against my tongue, until finally, in an ever rising pitch, she came.

She moaned loudly in one long exhalation until it was a deep grunt of satisfaction, wriggling herself against my face, then withdrawing and slapping it back against me to grind against my tongue one last time.

Her expression looked drowsy with pleasure as she turned round and smiled down at me.

"How is it possible that you can make me come so much servant boy?"

In contrast to her pleasure-drunk amusement, I was consumed with desire as I stared up at her. I felt so submissive, and so powerfully turned on, that I didn't know what to do with myself.

"You might have made me too sore to have sex with you again today," she told me, still smiling.

"Oh!" I replied, dismayed. "Really? I'm sorry!"

"You should be," she winked. "You definitely don't deserve to be in my mouth."

This denial was like a stabbing sensation in my guts.

"In fact," she added, "It's going to be punishment for you instead."

She bent down to kiss me, and as she did, her fingers slid down the underside of my cock.

"Want to know what your punishment is going to be?"

"Yes," I breathed, almost unable to speak.

Softly softly, she traced her fingers up and down my shaft, brushing it lightly with a teasing sensation that had me whimpering with frustration.

"You're not going to like this punishment," she warned me. "But I'm going to have a LOT of fun."

"What is it?"

"Oh you'll find out very soon. But before I tell you, we need to get you nice and clean and sweet smelling."

She reached for the shower gel and squirted a large quantity onto my bell end, blocking the water from me so it wouldn't wash away.

Just the sensation of the cold gel landing on me made me groan, but when she then wrapped her hand loosely around me and began to spread the gel up and down, I was breathing hard. "Oh god Steph........ Oh god......."

She gently covered my cock with it, taking care to give me as little stimulation as possible, and then cupped my balls and gently kneaded them in the gel as well.

And then, bit by bit, she broadened out the area she was soaping up, gently circling her hand around my crotch area, then covering my thighs - up and down over my tensed muscles - and up to my stomach.

More gel, and now she was slowly soaping my chest and then my shoulders, while my cock strained for attention.

When she bent over me to soap my back, I began to kiss her breasts, finding her nipple and sucking it into my mouth, pinching it gently between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

Her hands felt wonderful as they moved up and down me, and she murmured: "God I love your sexy back."

I had my hands on the backs of her legs, moving them up to her bottom at exactly the same moment that she ran her hands down to mine, and as we groped each other's arses she kissed my neck and her wet hair tumbled down onto my back.

I caressed her smooth buttocks tenderly, but she was not so gentle now with mine. Careless of the fact that they'd been recently spanked with the crop, she grabbed and pinched and pushed her fingers between my cheeks so that I could feel her fingernails.

And then one soapy finger found my anus, and pushed up inside, making me gasp.

Her teeth bit hard at my shoulder, and with my face smothered by her breasts I cried out in shock.

She continued to slide the finger in and out of me, and I pushed my bottom back against it, wanting it deeper. Perhaps this prompted her to see my bottom as a target for some more fun, because with her other hand she now began to spank my left buttock and I was beside myself with submissive pleasure, even though the shower gel seemed to soften the blows.

But she smacked me hard enough and long enough that a powerful stinging sensation built up that almost became intolerable. That side of my bottom must have been glowing red, but she didn't let up, slapping me over and over in the same place until I began to jerk away from her hand involuntarily.

At the same time, a second finger now slid inside me, and she rotated them, twisting them this way and that, making me groan at the combined sensations of pleasure and alarm because I still wasn't used to the idea of having things up my bottom.

Then she began to smack my other cheek, over and over - slightly lower down since she was reaching over her other arm. At this point I dropped onto my hands, on all fours as she straddled me, spanking me in earnest now. It had started playfully, but she'd obviously decided to really go for it - giving me a thorough spanking on my already stinging bottom.

From my point of view, dropping to all fours was a mistake because her slaps hurt more intensely now, some of them landing on the back of thigh.

"Put your head down," she told me. And then, as I bowed my head: "No. Right down. Your face on the shower tray."

"Fuck," I breathed, and I obediently lowered myself onto my elbows and put my cheek down onto the hard ceramic base of the shower. Even as I did so, she continued to spank me, my bottom now lifted up and more exposed than ever.
And so it was, finger fucked and soundly spanked, that she finally left me:

She withdrew her fingers and stepped back off me as I remained in that humiliating position, my bottom on fire.

The shower tray had a centimetre of water in it now and some of it was splashing into my open mouth as I lay there breathing hard.

I was facing away from her, so I didn't know what she was doing, but as far as I could tell she was continuing to wash herself.

I heard her humming happily to herself.

And then finally she stepped over me and I watched as she wrapped her perfect body in a white fluffy towel and smiled at me.

"Finish getting washed, and then meet me downstairs, in the garden," she told me, with her head tilted on one side to match its orientation with mine. "Then we can do your punishment."

And with that, she walked out of the bathroom.

--

Perhaps fifteen minutes later I found her sitting at the patio table, brushing her hair and sipping a glass of orange juice. There was one poured for me too. And next to the glasses was a length of silver chain, a box of tissues, and... a pair of steel handcuffs.

I gulped.

She was wearing large sunglasses, and a short loose minidress, in thin pink cotton.

With the sun behind her I could see immediately the silhouette of her breast and saw that she wasn't wearing a bra.

She looked me lustfully up and down as I approached, that little mischievous smile on her lips that always made my heart tremble.

I was completely naked. The idea had occurred to me that I might wear some clothes today, given that it was my day off and Miss Bradshaw wasn't here. But of course I should have known that that wouldn't be allowed - if Steph did know where my clothes were stashed, she clearly had no intention of giving me any of them.

My cock was ramrod hard, standing fully to attention and bouncing a little as I walked which I found slightly humiliating.

The sun was warm on my bare skin. My bottom stung intensely - a sensation which was itself turning me on powerfully, and I had a feeling of happiness and excitement as I approached her, despite knowing that there was a punishment to come which she'd said I wouldn't like.

"You seem to have forgotten something," she said.

I stopped, a couple of metres away still, and frowned. I saw my own confused face, and my naked body, reflected in her sunglasses.

What had I forgotten? Had she told me to bring something?

"What privileges have been withdrawn in exchange for you being free from your cage?"

With a shock, I remembered and blushed, quickly dropping to my knees on the flagstones, and then down onto all fours. So she was really going to keep me like this??

"That's better," she replied, in a tone of voice that suggested she wouldn't tolerate another lapse. "Now come here."

She tapped her hand on the side of her bare thigh, and I instantly crawled to her and looked up at her, feeling embarrassed and submissive and aroused. The promise of the punishment, but not knowing what it would be, had my nerves jangling and my cock aching.

She picked up the second glass of orange juice. Assuming she was passing it to me, I lifted a hand to take it from her, but she moved it away, and scolded me: "Uh uh! Another privilege you've lost is drinking or feeding yourself."

And with that, she brought the glass to my lips and began to tilt it. Looking up at her in astonishment at this humiliation, I sipped, spilling a few drops as I failed to keep my lips in the right position.

The orange juice was delicious and cold, and as I continued to kneel there like a dog, she gradually fed it all to me.

"Good boy," she grinned, placing the glass back on the table. "You obviously needed that." And she took a tissue from the box and wiped my chin, tucking the used tissue between the wooden slats of the table.

"Come for a little stroll with me round the garden," she said innocently, pushing her chair back and standing up.

I tried to look up at her face, but she was standing too close and I couldn't lift my head that far back. I wanted to judge whether she intended for me to get up and walk with her, or to - surely not - crawl around the garden??

The furthest up I could see was the underside of her breasts, visible through the thin material.

"Oh silly me," she said suddenly. "I almost forgot that when I ordered that dominatrix outfit I got something for you to wear as well. So you don't need to be naked."

I frowned. Was she going to dress me in some PVC thing? She'd looked absolutely amazing in her dress and thigh-high boots, but I thought that I'd probably look a bit ridiculous in bondage gear.

She was leaning over the table as she said: "Your outfit isn't as big as mine was," and then the next thing I knew, a strip of leather which I hadn't spotted was being brushed across my face.

"Here you are," she said cheerfully, and as she moved it slightly further from my face so that I could focus on it, I understood that it was a black leather collar.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Is that... is that it?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "You're allowed to wear this."

She wrapped it around my neck and began to do up the buckle.

"And the advantage is that it'll be easier to lead you around."

My stomach flipped at these words, and I remembered her little joke a couple of weeks ago about leading me around on a lead, and how she'd called me her "doggie". Apparently the idea had amused her enough to actually do it.

She slipped two fingers under the collar, presumably to test how tight it was, and then leaned over the table again. I heard her pick up the chain.

The feeling of wearing a collar was so degrading, and it turned me on so powerfully. But when she then clipped the chain to it, it finally sunk in that this was really happening.

"The final privilege that you've lost for being free of your cage is that you don't get to decide where you go and what you do," she told me, with her mouth turned down in mock sadness. "So that's why you need to wear your collar and this dog lead."

Her beautiful eyes glanced downwards.

"Oh," she said. "You spilt some orange juice on my foot."

I looked down. She was wearing shoes - some yellow wedges - and I immediately saw that she was right. On the bare skin of her foot was a drop of orange.

"Oh sorry," I said, but she spoke over me: "Naughty boy. Lick it off!"

I did as I was told, bending right down and lapping at her foot to clean it off.

"Good doggie," she said, giggling, and she patted my head. "Time for walkies!"

And she began to stroll off.

The chain pulled taut on my collar, and I was obliged to immediately begin to crawl after her, faster than I'd have liked on the rough flagstones.

"Come on," she urged.

"Could you go a little bit slower?" I asked, trying to keep up with her as best I could without bruising my knees. She was strolling along briskly, the flagstones no issue for her in her shoes.

"No," she said firmly. "You just need to practise. Come on. No dawdling, or I'll smack you - it doesn't matter to me that your bottom is sore."

Oh god I was so turned on. The way she was treating me was so unfair and so humiliating that I couldn't quite believe she was doing it. My cock throbbed as it swung from side to side.

Along the patio we went, and then down the shallow stone steps that led to the grass - the blissful grass, so soft now against my poor knees. Here I was able to match her speed without the lead tugging on my collar, and I crawled along with her like an obedient dog while she told me I was a good boy.

What if my friends could see me now? I thought, and I blushed furiously. Or my mum and dad??. The idea of it made me break out in a cold sweat.

She stopped occasionally at different plants and bushes. "What's this one?" she'd ask. Some of them I knew, and some of them I had no idea, but the way she casually smelled the flowers and strolled around, stroking my head or patting my side, began to feel almost normal. Although of course it was anything but.

Down the woodchip path to the veg patches, round by the pond and its wooden decking, on and on we strolled as she quizzed me.

It was only when we returned to the lawn several minutes later that I heard her say to herself: "Five wrong."

"You were keeping count?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied, and she squatted down next to me. I had a view directly up between her legs of some small lacy white knickers. "I needed to decide how many times to bring you to the edge."

I experienced a stark pang in my guts.

She caressed the side of my head, running her fingers behind my ears affectionately.

"Bring me to the edge of...?"

"An orgasm," she smiled.

My breathing was shaky as I said: "You're going to... bring me to the edge of an orgasm five times? But not... let me have one?"

Her smile really broadened now. "Yes, that's right. Clever boy!"

She patted my head again.

"Let's go do it shall we?" And standing up, she led me back towards the house, across the middle of the lawn.

--

The place that Steph chose for my punishment was the hallway, where, as Steph reminded me, in the small hours of the morning, Miss Bradshaw had punished me with the red spatula.

"I really liked the acoustics," she told me as she tugged upwards on my lead to make me stand up.

In her other hand, she held the steel handcuffs.

"Every time she smacked you with that spatula, it echoed wonderfully," she said as I awkwardly rose to my feet. "Along with your little squeals of pain that is," she added with a chuckle.

I stood there in front of her, my knees hurting and sore and dirty, but god it felt good to be upright.

She led me to the wall opposite the sideboard by which I'd knelt and pleasured her.

"Hold onto these," she said, but instead of handing the cuffs to me, she hung them over my cock, and with a cheeky grin, she left me standing there with my back to the wall, staring down at my crotch as she wandered away into the dining room.

I said nothing. I just waited, and watched her disappear, wondering what she was doing. My chain was hanging down over my torso, swinging back and forth and knocking against my rock hard penis each time. The cuffs had slid to the base of my erection.

Back she came carrying a dining chair, clearly enjoying the look of nervous anticipation on my face.

She placed the chair in front of me and then, to my surprise, she stepped up onto it. Her tummy was now at my eye level and I couldn't resist reaching my head forward to kiss her through the flimsy cotton of her dress. The side of her breast brushed against my nose, and I kissed her there too.

But I was interrupted by her reaching down to get hold of the chain.

I didn't know if I'd be in trouble for kissing her like that, but her expression was one of amused tolerance.

Humming a little to herself, she rotated my collar so that the chain attached at the back my neck, and then lifted it up and tied it around the brass wall-lamp three feet above my head.

"There," she said, dusting her hands and stepping down. "That should keep you in position."

She looked down at the handcuffs. The weight of them was pulling my cock downwards a little, but I was plenty hard enough to support them.

"Oh yes," she smiled. "Of course. We need to make sure your hands are out of the way, don't we."

And with that she took hold of my wrists, bringing them together in front of my cock, lifted up the cuffs - rather carelessly because they bumped against my genitals painfully - and snapped them round my wrists.

I'd seen bondage handcuffs before, in the window of the adult store downtown, but they always had pink fur round them for comfort. These appeared to be bona fide police handcuffs as far as I could tell. There was nothing but bare metal, and no sign of any release mechanism.

"Hands behind your head," she told me, and as I obeyed, the cuffs pulling a little uncomfortably against my wrists, she reached up behind my head, fumbled for a moment, and then I heard a click.

She brought her hands down again, holding a small key. "Done," she smiled. "Now I must put this padlock key somewhere safe. It'd be pretty bad for you if I lost them wouldn't it."

She looked around, and then strolled across the hallway to the sideboard, and dropped the key into an ornate silver bowl.

"This is where the handcuff keys are as well," she told me, stirring her finger around inside the bowl so that I could hear the keys tinkling against each other.

Instinctively I tried to pull my cuffed hands away and found that I was well and truly locked into this position - all I achieved was to tug the collar against my neck.

I suddenly fully appreciated my predicament. I was attached to the wall-lamp above me by the chain, and didn't have the use of my hands.

I was completely at her mercy.

My throat felt suddenly dry as I thought about what was to come.

She sauntered back towards me, biting her lip in delight.

"Time for your punishment!" she said, grinning broadly, and smoothing the back of her dress, she sat down elegantly on the dining chair in front of me.

Still biting her lip, she focused her eyes on my cock.

"Oh it's a shame you didn't deserve to be in my mouth," she mused. "I actually really would like to do that right now."

She brought her lips, slightly parted, super close to the tip of my cock. I strained so hard that my bell end bounced up and down in front of her face, not quite making contact with those full sexual lips, or the tip of her tongue which she now extended out slightly

I was moaning quietly with frustration and longing, but she sat back in her chair with the biggest grin I'd ever seen, never taking her eyes off my cock.

And then she lifted her arm and let her fingertips brush against my balls as she slowly brought her hand to my cock, and wrapped her fingers gently around it.

With the tiniest of movements, she began to wank me, and I began to moan. "Oh god. Oh Steph."

Her smile was just faint now, replaced with a dark pleasure in her twinkling eyes as she languidly tugged at my shaft, enjoying the sounds of my desperation.

"Mmmmm doesn't that feel just so good?" she said, looking up at me.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Give in to it my beautiful boy. Enjoy it."

"But," I panted, struggling to form my words as she began to wank me properly, with exactly the grip and speed that she knew I liked, "But you're going to take me... to the edge... and stop?"

She chuckled. "Yes. That's exactly what I'm going to do. Otherwise it wouldn't be a punishment would it?"

"No," I whimpered, trying not to give in to the glorious sensations, but failing. I wanted this so badly. I needed it. But the knowledge that she would stop was hard to deal with.

And yet that knowledge drove me mad with arousal. The fear of her stopping - the cruelty of it - was acutely and powerfully erotic.

Oblivious to my impending denial, my body betrayed me with the delicious tingling promise of an orgasm building in my loins.

"Why do I have to punish you?" she asked me, with a sincere expression on her face.

I was breathing hard and my legs were beginning to tremble. I was pulling against the handcuffs, and making noises that I wasn't in control of as I struggled to hold myself together.

"Because," I replied haltingly, my eyes closed, "I made you sore."

"That's right," she said, letting go of my cock.

I gasped urgently at the sudden interruption of her strokes. "Oh!!! Oh god.... please!!!!"

Giggling, she took me back into her hand and carried on wanking me just the same as before.

"You did make me sore, you naughty boy. Maybe I won't be able to have another orgasm today because of that. That's not okay is it?"

"No," I whined. My orgasm was building now, bigger and bigger. It was inevitable. Perhaps I would come anyway? She would leave it too late. Or she'd take pity on me. Maybe she was just fucking with me.

She went on talking, paying no heed to my increasing agitation. "After all, you're my servant boy. The whole point of you is to give me orgasms when I want them isn't it."

"Yes," I agreed, my mind in turmoil. Should I tell her that I was about to come? Did she know?

I couldn't bring myself to let this stop. I needed to come so so badly.

Oh god.

"So," she continued calmly, as my legs began to shake more violently, "This is a fitting punishment for a naughty servant boy."

My orgasm arrived - every muscle in my body tensed and I bent forwards until my collar pressed hard against my throat - my cock had swollen to crazy proportions ready to deliver its load.

And Steph simply stopped.

Not the slightest touch. She merely sat comfortably with her hands in her lap and watched in delight.

I uttered a strangulated cry, my hips bucking involuntarily as I desperately fucked the air.

I couldn't even find the words to plead. My face must have been a grimace of anguish as my orgasm - my glorious orgasm - teetered for a few agonising moments, and then began to fall away.

The feeling of loss and denial was almost overwhelming. Unbearable.

And then I found my words at last:

"Please. Please. Please....." I pleaded. But she offered no reply - she simply sat and watched in wonder, grinning wickedly.

"Please Steph... Please. Oh god. Please make me come..."

"Poor boy," she said, looking down at my bulging cock. "You really did need to orgasm just then didn't you."

"Yes. Yes. God yes. Fuck..... Please...."

"I suppose," she mused, stroking her chin in a pantomime way, "That if I wanked you again now, you probably would still get your orgasm."

"I'm so close. Please. I'll do anything," I begged her. My cock wasn't throbbing - it was just all throb. One long throb that still hadn't relented. I'd never seen my cock so big or so achingly hard and swollen.

"It wouldn't take much effort from me at all would it," she said, with mock sympathy. "I bet I could make you come in about three seconds. Shall we try?"

"Yes. Yes please. I'm yours. I'll do whatever you want," I implored her.

She smiled a genuine smile now. She put her hand on my hip affectionately, and then moved it behind me to caress my bottom.

"Oh my wonderful servant boy," she beamed. "I love you like this. Totally at my mercy, and utterly desperate."

She stood up and kissed my mouth tenderly.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do this to you another four times. Once is enough."

And then, pinching my bottom, she added with a cheeky grin: "This time anyway!"

"You have been such a good boy, that I'm going to reward you. I've decided that you do deserve to be in my mouth after all. I'm going to lick you and suck you until you come. How does that sound?"

My heart leapt. It sounded wondrous. I almost came just at the thought of it. Her tongue against my cock. A glorious orgasm.

I began to answer her, but just at that exact moment, her phone rang.

She put her finger to my lips, cocking her head to listen.

"Oh, that's my phone. Shit. Sorry Tom - I honestly forgot that I'm meant to be speaking to the studio guy about the recording."

To my dismay, she stood up. She looked at me for a moment, and then seeing a chance for more mischief, she said: "You'll just have to wait a bit longer!" and her eyes danced with wicked fun.

Lingering for a moment longer, as her phone continued to ring from upstairs, she traced a line with her fingertips down my armpit, my chest, my stomach - all the way down to my cock ring, grinning at the state of my desperate cock.

"Back in a little while!" she said brightly, and she gave me a peck on the lips and walked briskly off across the tiled floor and up the stairs, her hips swaying, flashing me a smile over her shoulder.
Then she was gone. And soon, all I could hear was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the lounge nearby, Steph's voice chatting away upstairs on the phone, and my own ragged breathing.

I was quietly whimpering, pulling against the chain and the handcuffs, desperate to free my hands so I could touch myself.

My cock was dripping with precome, straining and straining desperately for attention but of course there was no way it could receive any until Steph decided to return. My sexual pleasure was entirely at her whim.

I was held here, naked and desperately horny, and unable to think about anything other than being in her mouth.

God I was so helplessly aroused.

But then... then all thoughts stopped. My heart stopped as suddenly I could hear the crunch of tyres on gravel. A car engine growing nearer and nearer until it stopped outside.

"Fuck," I breathed. And then I called Steph, my voice echoing around, but I couldn't even hear her voice any more. Where was she?

The car door slammed closed. Footsteps across the gravel.

Thank god there was no window by the door. I began to worry irrationally that if it was the postman he would peer through the letterbox and see me.

What was the worst case scenario, I asked myself. Someone would knock. Then either Steph would go and answer it and take whatever parcel they were delivering, or she wouldn't answer and they would leave again.

I tried to control my breathing. Okay, this is fine. I told myself. This is okay.

The footsteps arrived on the front step.

A pause.

And then I heard a key being inserted into the lock.