“What was your instruction for this week?”
“To wear high heels in the house at all times except when I’m in bed mistress.”
“Why have I seen you slip them off your feet when you’re at your desk several times?”
“I wasn’t walking mistress. I didn’t even have my feet on the floor.”
“Are you in bed when you’re at your desk?”
“Go chain yourself to the treadmill, set it to 3 kph, and cuff your hands behind you. I’ll come and release you when I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
She started with the hood to take away my sight, then she started dressing me head to toe in rubber. I had no skin exposed to the air, my breathing was through a tube in an inflatable penis gag.
Once she had applied all of the cuffs and securely hogtied me she spent some time shining everything up, leaving me to enjoy the sensations all over my body.
She left me like that for a long time, sometimes putting her feet up on me or reaching down to stroke the rubber. She asked me how well I was enduring the bondage. I grunted through the gag four times, representing four on a scale of four out of five. Then she asked about the temperature. I grunted once, I was struggling with the build up of heat.
A few moments later she dumped a load of ice cubes all over me, picking some up to rub over my body.
She left me bound for a while. Every few minutes she would push me from one side to the other so that she could spray me with cold water.
The first thing to be removed was the gag. “I bet your jaw aches. You may work it out by worshipping my feet” she said. I wriggled a little closer to the chair and put my mouth to use.
“I got this wand especially for you fucktoy. The reviews are terrible, it’s too weak to make anyone cum. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. I can always tweak the nipple clamps or gag if you don’t seem to be suffering enough.”
Mistress had me in the humble position for a few minutes while she sat and used my ass as a footrest. “I want to modify this position slightly” she said. She placed her hands on my waist and gently encouraged my ass up higher. “That’s better” she said. I felt her place something cold on me, then something on top of that moments later. “That’s my finest whiskey. I expect it to still be there when I come back from the shower”. She walked upstairs, leaving me in position.
She came back a few minutes later and rested her feet either side of the drink, leaning forwards occasionally to pick it up for a sip. When the knock came at the door she had to grab it to stop it falling when I jumped.
She came back from the door with a plastic bag and the delicious smell of curry. “Don’t worry about nearly spilling my drink” she said. “I’ll make sure you get enough practice”.
She placed her feet on me again and started eating.
“I’ve noticed that you often walk around with your head lowered. When we are out in public I want people to know that you are confident and assertive, especially when we are around people who know I’m your owner. I’ll remove the arm binder in a while, but you will leave the collar and spike exactly as I have set it.”
Everything about this is fantastic. The ring gag looks a little too big for comfort, the sticks holding the tongue out make it even less tolerable, and the sub will soon be uncontrollably drooling down themselves.
I’d like to think she started on the floor with her arms bound, then the nose hook was slowly lifted up. As the hook moved further up the sub is forced to struggle to their feet.
As mistress wriggled her foot to settle the heel as far back as possible she said “this will probably be as uncomfortable as our biggest ball gag. The main difference is you have to focus on keeping your jaws wide, because you WILL NOT cause me any discomfort in that heel!”
She showed me the monster she intended to push into my ass. I couldn’t possibly take that. My eyes showed my fear as they locked with hers.
“I know this scares you a little, but I think you’re ready for it.”
I disagreed. I didn’t know how big it was compared to what she’s been using before because she often blindfolds or hoods me, but this was insane. I thought about my safe signal for a moment, but I remained silent. Mistress knows best.
Mistress smiled at the sound of my chains as I stepped into the room. I knelt and placed the pot and cup on the table. “Stand up and put the tray back how you had it.” she said.
I stood and placed the tray on my left hand. She looked at me for a moment. “Carry the tray on the tips of your fingers”. As I complied she stood and walked around me. I felt her hand grip my right wrist, pulling it firmly behind me until my lower arm was parallel to the floor. Next she said “heels off the ground”. Satisfied with her changes she told me to take away her tea and serve it again.
When I walked back in it was a little more difficult, so I had to make slow and careful movements. With her tea served she said “I’ve got an idea of a new position I want you to learn. I was impressed with how fast you mastered the last set, so this one will be a little trickier.” She described the rough position, then when I had assumed it she watched me struggle while she sipped her drink. Every 30 seconds or so she would order my heels higher off the floor, my elbows higher, or my chest further forwards.
When she had finished tweaking it she picked up a clipboard and walked around me, as if inspecting my body. “You may relax now” she said “I’ve made a few notes so that I can help you reproduce this exactly as I want it during your next training session.”
I post a lot of stuff about strict rules, pain and unforgiving bondage. I often neglect some of the simpler things. These two look happy. One worshipping feet, the other having them worshipped. They both love their role and both get to feel accepted for who they are and what they are into.
When I was properly secured in the suit mistress guided me into position. She nudged my legs apart slightly before sitting down and resting her feet on me. I remained still for a while, happy to be in so much rubber, restrained, and of use to her.
Eventually I shifted my arms to find a slightly more comfortable position. Mistress immediately stood and inflated the butterfly gag in my mouth to an extremely uncomfortable size. She left it for a couple of minutes, then let some air out and repositioned my arms.
When her feet rested on me again, one of my legs slipped slightly. She got up again and repeated her actions with the gag, this time pumping it up even more. I got the message loud and clear that time.
By the time she decided to get up, my limbs were shaking. “You can move now” she said. Before releasing me from the suit she spent a few minutes shining me up, knowing I would enjoy the sensations. “Good boys get rewards when they stay in position”.
Mistress left me in the position when she walked upstairs. She came back with a flogger in hand, brushing it over my skin as she inspected my position. “25 without moving” she said.
Each time the flogger hit me she would say “count” if she was satisfied that I had maintained position well enough, or “back” if she felt I had deviated too much. Over time I had become much better at keeping position, so mistress had increased the strength and number of blows I had to manage in each session.
“Ready for inspection mistress!”
“You’re properly shaven?”
“It looks like you’ve prepared yourself exactly as I asked. Good boy. You shined your maid uniform and my boots?”
“Got put it on and bring my boots to me. Then get ready for inspection again and remain in position until I’ve evaluated your work on my boots”
“This works better for me when I bind your hands loosely in front so you can use a vibe and your tongue” mistress said as she finished cruelly tightening the bindings on my elbow. “But we both know how much strict bondage turns you on”
She shuffled forwards so that my tongue could reach. “Get to work”
The position allowed mistress to very easily control me as I worked for her pleasure. She had me worship her slowly for a while. As she began to feel more pleasure building she moved closer to me, leaving me able to breathe only through my nose and only when she lent back a little. “There is one big advantage for me” she said as she lent forwards, completely blocking my air supply. Her hands struck my ass, hard, causing me to cry out. “It leaves you so helpless while I hurt you… keep that tongue going, you’ll know when I want you to start breathing again.
Mistress sat in the changing room as I knelt at her feet and laced up her boots. Once they were done she pushed my face to the floor so she could lean over and cuff my wrists behind me. She snapped her fingers and pointed at her boots. I began to kiss them while she continued to chat.
She stood and took a small step away from the chair, so I began to stand to follow her. She put her hand on my head to hold it down and said “when I’m still you’ll worship my boots. When I’m walking, you’ll follow me. Your eyes will remain below the top of my boots at all times”. She started slowly walking out to the main area. With the restrictions she had placed on me I was forced to shuffle along on my knees, bent far forwards to keep my head low.
“Very good! Now start masturbating for me, but don’t knock any of those pegs off” she said. I began as instructed, being careful not to risk catching any of the pegs. She watched me for a moment, then sat down with her ass resting directly on my face. “Keep going” she said after she noticed I was loosing my rhythm “I know you can hardly breathe. That’s how I wanted it.”
She reached down and began to rub her clit. Her weight shifted often enough to let me breathe, but only intermittently. After a while I became so sensitive I was gently using 1 finger on my cock to prevent myself from cumming without permission. “We’re going to finish together” she said “I’ll tell you when I’m ready”.
It wasn’t long after that she said “I’m close. You’ll know when”
She grabbed my hands and guided them to her hips. A moment later she swung a flogger across my cock and balls, causing me to scream as the pegs were ripped from my flesh. A moment after that, waves of pleasure washed over her.
I reached for my cock, but my movements were hesitant. I thought I had permission to cum when she did?
“We’ve finished masturbating together” she said “now go and cuff yourself to the shower. I want to get you cleaned up and belted.”
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