Cumming in the Closet
Keywords: Cumming, in, Closet, the,
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It was to be a long session. Mistress called me from work and told me to be ready to be well used. It had been a difficult day and she would be taking out her frustrations on me! Once the chores were finished I went up to her bedroom to prepare. First I loaded the CD player and set it to repeat to provide background music for my wait. Then I opened the Toy Box and began to prepare.
First I put on the black Basque with its garters. It covers from below the breasts to my waist and is quite tight when it is fastened. Next I drew on the long black seamed stockings. Carefully I drew them upward until I could fasten them to the Basque with the garters. Checking the seams to be sure they were straight I then carefully disarrayed the right stocking so as to annoy the Mistress. Not that she would need an excuse to use me well, but there is no use in taking chances.
Next I bend over and put on the high heels. The high arch (5 inches) combined with the wide ankle straps make for a delicious bit of height and bondage. Especially after the straps are locked, securely fastening my feet in their bonds.
I pick up the Cock harness and fasten the waist strap over the Basque and bring the cock ring down to my stiffening cock. I pull the balls through first and then squeeze the flaccid penis through. It stays shrivelled for only a moment and then begins to expand and swell. Now I get out the creme and grease the butt plug. Then taking a generous quantity of creme on my fingertips I reach past the dangling harness and begin to apply the lubricant to my anus. Slowly I slide my finger in my rigid ring muscle and slip it in and out stretching my rim to accommodate the butt plug. Finally I pick up the butt plug and press its' head to my anus. Gently I begin to force it deep with in, squeezing to tire the muscles of my 'back door' so that suddenly it is forcing the widest part of itself past my nether hole and I gasp as it makes its' way home.
It is the work of a moment to grasp the crotch strap and pull it tight forcing the butt plug even deeper with in me. My cheeks are pushed apart by the width of the strap and I wriggle my ass to revel in its fullness. I fasten the thigh cuffs to complete the imprisonment of my buttocks and take a moment to strut about in my captivity. I like the sight of myself as I teeter on the high heels and wriggle my hips and ass. I feel like the little slut that my Mistress likes me to be and my cock hardens in anticipation.
My collar and leash come next, and when they are securely fastened I get out the wrist and ankle cuffs with eight locks and four lengths of chain. It takes only a moment to fasten them about my limbs with the chain and place the locks in the eyebalts in the doorframe of the closet. I make a last pass through the apartment making sure all is secure and ready for the arrival of the Mistress in about two or three hours. Then I turn on the CD player and go to the closet. On the way I pick up the blindfold and ball gag harness.
I stand in the doorframe and bending left then right fasten my ankles to the lower eyebolts. My legs are held wide and stretched and I revel in the helplessness I am about to experience. Quickly I put on the blindfold and make it fast. Next I open my mouth and render myself mute with the ball gag deep with in. It is the work of an instant to pull the straps tight silencing me and holding me in anticipation of my service.
Straining I reach up and find the last two eyebolts overhead. Working one handed I slip the end of the chain at my wrists through the locks above and then with two final clicks I am bound spread-eagle in the closet doorway of my Mistresses bedroom. Now I can only wait for her to come home and release me to my servitude. I shudder with anticipation.
Time passes. In the darkness behind the blindfold I can only wait and savour my helplessness. From the arch of my feet in their high heels, to the butt plug deep with in I am only an instrument of my Mistresses pleasure. My feet begin to ache and my legs tremble from standing so long. I have completely lost track of time. I no longer can remember how many times the CDs have cycled through and it seems longer than I can imagine.
Finally in my daze I stiffen and tense. Is that the sound of footsteps approaching the apartment door? I almost scream in relief when I hear the sound of a key in the lock and I hear the click clack of the Mistresses heels in the foyer. The door closes and I follow the sounds as Mistress moves about the apartment. Finally she comes into the bedroom and I hear the click of the light switch. Silence reigns as I wait in darkness. I hear the rustle of her clothes as she moves away and I am left only with the scent of her perfume.
The dresser drawer opens and I hear clothe swish as it is removed and dropped to the floor. I listen as Mistress begins to dress herself and I wonder what it is she will be wearing or if I will even be allowed to see. Finally she walks over and stands behind me and I know with out seeing that I am being inspected.
"Well my pretty one," she says, "Are you ready to be well used?" Frantically I nod yes and moan into my gag.
Laughing the Mistress says, "Don't go away then, I'll be right back," and I hear the sound of her high heels go into the kitchen and mix a drink.
More time passes. Now I am becoming stiff from my restrained position and my cock aches from anticipation. At last I hear her footsteps return and my Mistress begins to run her hands over my bound, silk clad body. Grasping my swollen cock she coos, "My we need to do something about this, don't we?"
I moan into the gag and Mistress squeezes my shaft sharply in warning, "I've warned you before about speaking haven't I slave?"
I nod yes and she continues, "It seems I'll have to remind you again. Not only are you speaking with out permission but also you have a crooked seam in your stockings. What ever shall we do about this?"
With that she lets go of my prick and wanders off to the Toy Box. Her return is signalled by a caress along my inner thigh. It is not her hand that touches feather light up to my buttocks and then down to my heel tracing the line of the seam in the black hose. It then continues back up the other heel to my buttocks again. Flinching I try to pull away from this odd caress. What is it that the Mistress is touching me with? As if she was reading my mind she tells me.
"In case you were wondering what this is," she says once more continuing the slow caress of my thighs and buttocks, "it is a little friend of mine called a cane, that I use to remind forgetful slaves of their place."
Just as she finishes speaking she lifts it away from my flesh and strikes a sharp stinging blow to each cheek. I yelp into the gag and try to pull away from the pain but I can only sway back and forth in my bonds. Even this scant amount of movement is intolerable to the Mistress because she says, "You have a bit too much freedom to be proper slave. We need to make some rearrangements."
My hands are unshackled from above and brought together behind my back. Next a broad leather strap is fastened above my elbows and pulled taut until they nearly touch. A rope is fastened between my wrists and passed through the eyebolt directly overhead. As the Mistress pulls on this, my wrists are pulled upward and I am forced to bend at the waist. Soon my leash is touching the floor and Mistress pauses to shorten it and lock it to the eyebolt placed there for this purpose. Then my arms are pulled up once more until I am nearly immobile.
My head is below the level of my waist, pinioned by the leash, while my wrists and arms are pulled nearly straight up, and my feet are held in place to the floor. My buttocks jut outward and now invite the attention of the cane that my Mistress begins to once more brandish behind me.
"I think about 25 to each cheek should be a sufficient reminder not to speak and to keep your seams straight. Don't you slave?" she purrs.
Before I can reply she strikes first one cheek and then the other. Sometimes it is three in a row to each side. Sometimes they fall left, right and a pause. Other times it is a single blow to a side and I am left to wait for the next one for what seems forever. Between times the Mistress uses the cane to caress my burning buns or rubs them with her hand.
"You are getting a fine shade of red my Pretty one," she says, "Maybe we need to do this more often."
Blow after blow falls but slowly through the pain of the sharp stinging blows I begin to feel a heat build in my cock. As the blows land the pain starts to take me closer and closer to orgasm. Soon I am almost thrusting my hips like a slut in heat trying for just a bit more sensation. I lost count of the blows at about nine or ten and it is almost with a sigh of regret that I greet the announcement that she is through. Softly she caresses my flaming ass and reaches between my legs to feel my prick.
"One would have thought you were getting turned on there at the end," she says as she touches the head of my shaft.
"My Pretty one," she purrs, "You almost came didn't you?"
When I make no reply she cuts me across a cheek with the cane again. "Didn't you?" she asks.
Quickly I nod yes behind the blindfold and the gag.
Laughing Mistress promises, "Well if you are very, very good to your Mistress I may let you come later. Much later."
*CUMMING IN THE CLOSET PT 2*
Now Mistress leaves me for a short while. My ass throbs with the heat of my caning. In the dark I feel the tight restrictiveness of my bonds. Bent over at the waist, with my arms bound tightly elbow to wrist, every inch of me feels my enslavement.
I hear the sharp clicking of my Mistresses footsteps as she once more approaches me. I feel a sharp tug at my wrists, as the rope to the top of the doorframe is pulled even tighter and then sag in relief, as it is unfastened. A tug on my leash brings me to my knees with my ankles still attached to the base of the doorframe.
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