In Her Service

by Azsub1

 

Part 3

 

After the last blow is landed she steps back from the sobbing figure before her and realises she is winded. Tossing the cane onto the bed, she unloops the rope that pulled his arms upward from it's anchor on the wall. "I'm going to let you rest a moment." is all she says as she exits the room.

For his part, once the white lightening pain from the cane had begun to fade, the ache in his shoulders returned anew. he realised that he was sobbing, and that each stuttering breath pulled at his shoulders. He was trying to steady himself when the rope went slack and a wave of pain hit his shoulders. He yelped into the gag then rested his head on the bed and slowly let his arms rest on his back.

He hadn't heard her leave, but now hears her step back in. He tenses up and wimpers into the gag as he feels her hands at his bound elbows.

"Relax..." she says as she places one hand on his shoulder and pulls the strap from his elbows with the other. Even though his wrists are still connected he sighs with relief at the release of his elbows.

He flinches slightly as he feels her drape a cold washcloth over his backside.

She runs one hand down his back, and slips it around his leg to pull herself closer to him. Running one hand down the inside of his thigh she can feel him react to her touch. She tells him to relax as she slowly works her way further up his legs and her touch becomes more sexual. She gently cups his balls in her warm hand and he lets out a gutteral moan.

She begins to speak soothingly as she gently caresses his sex. "You know, i don't want to be that rough with you, don't you?" He nods yes as he shakes from her touch. "all i want is for you to be the best you can be......" she trails off as she increases her attention. His breaths shorten and he tries to push himself into her hand. She smiles when she see's this and pulls away. "You do want to be my little servant girl, don't you?" she says with a squeese, as if playing him like an instrument. He nods in agreement. He becomes lost in her touch as she continues." So then you know that all i do is for your own good, don't you dear....? You see, i can tell that you could be an excellent little maidservant... I'm just worried about how much time it's going to take." She increases her attention and he is lost, his whole body shaking. She presses herself against him. "I just don't want you to get discouraged because i would like to have you around for a couple months after you have been trained. I'm afraid that you're going to react hastily and then this could be done before the best part of it. and that wouldn't be very fair to either of us, would it?"

She slowly slips her hand off him as she slides off the end of the bed. He reacts with a wimper from the loss of her touch. She hears this and chides him..."Now, now, no time for that now." She undoes the lock holding his wrists together. "You can untie your legs and relax a bit while i get a few things together. I really want this to work, and i think i know just what we need. Be sitting on the edge of the bed when i get back." and she turns to leave.

He pushes himself upright and begins untying his knees. He finds himself shaking from the emotional teeter totter she had just took him on. He could feel the afterburn from the cane, yet he found himself also coming down with a case of blue balls. He could feel that familiar, yearning ache in them.

Unclipping his ankles he rests on the edge of the bed, thankful to be off the heels. He slowly begins to stretch to work the stiffness out of his shoulders as he struggles to remember the one sided conversation she had just had with him.

Moments later she returns, duffle bag in hand. He is unsure how to react and makes a motion to stand, but she waves him back down. "no, no sit right there." she instructs as tosses the bag on the bed and sits behind him.

"You see, I've thought about this for some time and have an idea. I'm concerned about how long i have with you. Yet you are in control that." She rests a hand on his shoulder for emphasis. "You will always be able to give the 60 days notice we agreed upon. One thing you can be assured of is that i would never violate any limits that were agreed upon." She reaches into the bag and pulls out a pair of leather cuffs, slipping each around his arms just above the elbow. These are connected behind him by about 12 inches of light chain. Rising up on her knees behind him she slips off his wig.

"Now, what i would like is to have you for 2 months AFTER you have been trained. But that is your choice. I'm going to approach this as if I only have 2 months. What we'll do is try this for a while, then let you make a decision. Stand up, hands over your head."He stands and she slips off the bed. Grabbing the rope that had held his arms behind him a moment ago, she loops it through his wrist restraints. His stomach spins as he wonders what's in store. It shows on his face and she see's this and supresses a smile."Don't worry hon, i'm done with the cane ....for now." He summons the courage to ask "but then what do you....." and is cut short by the wag of a finger from her and a "tsk tsk.".

Tapping him on one leg she has him position his ankles at the corners of the bed again and reattaches the clips. Stepping to the wall, she pulls the rope tight and his hands are drawn up and to his chest due to the cuffs at his elbows. She ties off the rope and hops on the bed behind him, rummaging back into her bag. Next he feels her hands at his ear as she presses what she tells him is a wax/cotton earplug into one ear. Then something small and round into the other followed by another earplug.The next thing he see's is the opening of a heavy latex hood fill his vision, then darkness. The rustling of the hood sounds incredibly loud yet distant in his pluged ears as she tugs the hood into place. For a moment he was afraid there were no eye openings, until he saw light. Once in place, he felt the a tug at his head and hood tighten, then be tied off. Total silence, then a click in his ear followed by a distant whisper. He struggles to slow his breath and remain still, so he can hear. Again , a distant whisper and he realises there is a headset speaker in one ear. Louder now, he can hear what is being said. "wiggle your fingers when you can hear me."and he complies.

He gets a strange detached feeling as she steps in front of him and he hears her speak to him, louder now."Open up!" She commands and he see's the ball gag in her hand as she brings it to his mouth. He opens up and pushes it past his lips. He can feel a hole at the back of the gag and draws breath through what he realises is a tube that runs through it. It presses against his jaw as she snaps it into place. He hears a tapping in his ear and see's her tapping the mic on the headset she wears. "Now then, you know you can hear me. Your mic however is against your neck below your ear. I'm afraid i won't be able to understand anything you might have to say, but i can hear more basic sounds so i'll be able to hear you if your in distress....it might even sound pleasant." and he see's her smile.

She moves behind him onto the bed and he see's a pair of what appear to be swimmers goggles slipped over his head. He can see that his vision is narrowed by the lenses which are black except for what looks like a 1/4 inch hole in the center of each. This adds to the odd feeling of detachment and his breath quickens as he becomes more concerned. But now he is keenly aware of his breathing as it sounds louder, yet detached, and he struggles mentally to control it.

He feels her hands at his collar, then feels it removed. Puzzled for a moment until he feels the collar at his neck again and quickly realises it is a different type altogether. This one he feels press against his shoulders as well as the bottom of his jaw and ears. He recognises it as a posture collar, and a quite severe one at that. She checks the fit, as does he. Even though he can barely move his head, he feels her pull it one more notch tighter and he lets out a moan as she buckles it into place. She pauses long enough to hear that he's breathing, then continues.

She grabs a wide leather belt from the bag. This she wraps around him high on his waist, just beneath the ribcage. Connected to this belt is another adjustable strap. The belt is pulled tight with this strap centered on his back. This she loops through a ring at the wide back of the collar and pulls until it tightens and starts to pull his head back. She can hear him groan, then almost wimper as she buckles it into place.

He feels this collar pull on his neck as his back is forced straight. Having given up on controlling his breath he hears it almost roar in his head now. He panics a bit and struggles to speak through the gag and pulls at his hands trying to turn his whole body to see her. He jumps as he hears her bark "quiet!" into his ear. He is startled and stops momentarily. He closes his eyes and struggles to calm himself. He sees her enter his narrowed field of vision as she exits the room. He is about to try to speak again when her voice fills his head. "We are going to be changing things a bit so let me explain a few things. I'm almost finished outfitting you." He realises she is speaking to him even though she is in another room and he tries to relax and listen.

"First of all, you are not allowed to speak. But don't worry much about that because you will have little need to." She enters his narrow field of vision again as she unhooks the rope from the wall. He feels the tension released from his hands as she disconnects the cuffs from each other and overhead line. No sooner does he get them to his sides she moves them behind him once again connecting them to each other and the overhead line. She walks to the wall and he feels his arms bent up behind him again. She continues to take up the rope until he is bent at a 90 degree angle. A few minutes pass and he see's no sign of her through his constricted vision, the fact that he cannot turn his head doesn't help.

He's startled by a sudden cold sensation at his behind. The earpiece clicks to life.... "Easy now, just relax and this will go easier." He feels something firm press at his ass and recognizes it as a plug. He tries to relax but finds it difficult in this position. The pressing doesn't let up and just when he thinks he is going to split, the plug crests and slips in with a grunt from him. He struggles a bit to see where she is but quickly realises it's useless to try. Again he feels her hands on him, at his waist attaching a belt of some kind. Then he feels a strap of some kind ran between his legs. A short tug by her and he feels the plug press deeper.

The speaker in his ear crackles to life. " I'm going to explain a few things while i untie you and finish up. We're gonna try a crash course in giving you focus. What i'm almost finished with is to be your new basic uniform, more may be added with time. From now on, Whenever you are not actively performing a requested task you will be standing in wait within my field of vision. The only exception and the only privledge you have at this point is to go to the bathroom." She has let his hands down and seperated his wrists, and now she crouches to undo his ankles from the bed. She continue's. "I want you to retrieve your ankle strap pumps with the 5 1/2" heels, then come back here and sit on the edge of the bed so i can swap them for these 4 incher's on your feet."

In a haze he steps to the closet and quickly realises he can't bend to reach the shoes. Struggling for a moment he manages to grab them by bending at the knees, but just barely. He returns from the closet heels in hand and gravely concerned. He feels almost seperated from reality dressed like this and wonders how many hours he's going to have to endure. Handing the heels to her, he knows that these are at the edge of what he can walk in. Removing his anklecuffs and shoes, she then has him step into the higher heels. Pulling 12 inches of fine chain from the bag on the bed she connect his ankle cuffs together before slipping them back onto his ankles, directly over his ankle straps. Standing with a sigh she continues. "Now then, where were we. Just in case you didn't catch it earlier, you no longer need to speak. In an emergency you can write me a short note. But it had better be an emergency and you might want to ensure it's short because i'll probably take the cane to you for every single letter or number it has. We're starting from zero so The only thing you need to know is this. You will do what you are told and only what you are told. If you are not activly performing a task then you will be standing within my field of vision waiting." She steps out of his way and tells him to head for the living room. He is unsteady on the heels and the hobble chain doesn't help. Neither does the fact that because of the collar and mask, he can no longer see his feet. Again she is in his head." didn't you have some dishes you were doing?" She steps past him and continues to explain the situation as she settles on the couch."Seeing as i may only have 2 months with you, were going to try this to bring you up to speed. But i don't want you to feel that you've been coherced or forced into a change in our agreement. So we'll see how this goes for a while and then I may give you a choice. If you deceide that you won't give your 60 days notice until you are trained to serve proper, then there is some more paperwork and such we really should have in place, just to make sure you follow through.

Or we can do this crash course method. You may prefer this as it's quicker and you may be ready in a few days. As a matter of fact i've rearranged my schedule to match yours for the next few weeks so we can spend as much time on it as we need."

As she explained this he was struggling with the dishes. because of the chain at his elbows he couldn't reach both hands into the sink at the same time and he couldnt see the dish itself unless he held it in front of him. Then he could barely bend and reach enough to set it in the diShwasher.

At the same time he was getting increasingly worried about what it was she was saying. Did she plan on keeping him like this all day? and the next? Having finished what few dishes there was he drained the sink and grabbed a washcloth. Then proceeded to wipe down the table from this mornings breakfast. He had just started when he heard her voice boom in his ear, asking what did he think he was doing. He had jumped at the sudden noise and he started to tremble as he turned, trying to see where she was in his narrow vision. He felt the hand on his collar before he saw her. He tried to motion that he didnt understand, but she began chiding him before he could.

Pulling his face to hers she continues."You were just told that you are to perform the task given, then return to where i can see you and wait. Yet here you are wiping the table. If you were done you should have been standing here waiting for my instructions." Shaking her head she points to the centerpiece on the table. "Grab your notebook. You do remember it don't you? It's right there next to my schedule book. You know, the one i was going to write down basic times and notes to help you like.....oh, i don't know....how i take my coffee? Well, we won't need mine, but you will need to carry that notebook for times like this. Now, write down the day, time and what you did wrong, and i had better be able to read and understand it. Then you can finish what you were doing." She then steps away from him, back into the living room.

Grabbing the notebook, he would shake his head if the collar permitted. How could he have forgotten about her planner. He could have looked there to see how she took her coffee and avoided that verbal lashing that started the day. Now this notebook... He has to keep track of his mistakes for her! He has to manuver the book and his body to get where he could reach it to write, yet still see it in his narrowed field of vision. Tucking the book into his apron when done, he finishes wiping the table, returns the rag to the sink and then steps back into the living room where he see's her sitting on the couch. Then stands at attention and waits. It takes but a moment of inactivity for his feet and calves to remind him of the 5 1/2 inch heels on his feet. 'She can't expect me to wear these all day, can she?' he asks himself. Then her voice fills his head again.

Go to the laundry room and bring the laundry baskets in here, then go and collect the hampers and bring them in here also. And with a click, silence once more. He works his way to the laundry room in short steps, somewhat thankful to be able to alternate the weight on his feet again. His breath echoed in his head again and he noticed that the posture collar gave a feeling of always being on the edge of choking. Dropping the baskets off, he sets off to collect the hampers from the bed and bathrooms. After bringing the final one in he steps further into the room and stands again. Almost imediatley he hears her again.

"That's a good girl. You can grab a kitchen chair and get off your feet for 5 minutes. I'll let you know when it's up, at which time you can sort the clothes into baskets and start on the laundry."

This continued throught the day with him having to log 3 more entries into his notebook. One for having broken a plate while washing the lunch dishes and another for having slipped and spilt a drink he was bringing her after dinner. This spilt drink is what led to the third and most serious.

Having spilt the drink she had deceided to apply some corrective training immediatley. He was quite frustrated, tired and worried/afraid at this point. She summoned him to her and she shortened up his ankle chain to about 6 inches. Then she proceeded to have him bring her a glass of water filled within 1/4 inch from the top on a tray. Then she would take the glass as she checked the tray for any spills, and set the glass down as he returned the tray to the kitchen. Moments later she would tell him that she was done with the glass. As soon as he would remove the glass, he would be told to bring another. This continued for almost an hour and a half at which point he brought her water along with a note he had written and left on the tray asking for things to go back to how they were when he had started. His body ached, especially his feet as he struggled to support himself on ankles that trembled from the days stress. He was also feeling so disoriented from the restriction of his hearing, vision and movement that things seemed surreal as he returned the tray to the kitchen.

She read the note but gave no reaction as she did. She actually had expected this earlier and was suprised he lasted as long as he did. But she knew it would happen because she would have had him bring her that same glass of water until it did. At the same time it did not sit well with her either. She had wanted him to break down and ask to stop or for leniency. She did not expect him to ask to go back. This was something she had wanted to offer him and at any rate was far from an emergency. When finished she paused for a moment, which to him seemed like an eternity. Then he heard her voice once again, informing him she was finished with the glass. He made the long walk back to her, fearful of how she would react and extended the tray to her. As she set the glass on the tray she also dropped the note, now crumbled into a ball.

She did not even look at him as he heard her voice echo inside his head. "Take care of this trash while you're at it." Dispair hit him and he let out a gutteral moan into the gag. On hearing this she turned to look him in the eyes but said nothing, her face showing no expression.

It took but a second before he started to plead through the gag. "Please, please. I'll try harder. Anything, please.." he begged as he made a motion to get on his knees but was prevented by the tray in hand as well as his confinement. In that moment he was stopped by the speaker crackling to life and sound of her drawing a deep breath through clenched teeth as she shook a finger inches from his face. Her voice boomed in his head as she barked "Quiet, bitch!" making him flinch. "Nobody said you could talk. Take that glass back, throw out that trash, then take ten minutes. Time them yourself, then present yourself and wait, I've got some thinking to do. And don't forget to jot this little episode down."

She steps out of the room as he returns to the kitchen and sits to rest, his legs trembling. He found it impossible to get what one could call comfortable through his constriction, but felt incredibly relieved to get off the heels, almost joyous after being on his feet for the past 3 hrs nonstop. Lost in the moment he almost forgets about the other restraints. He snaps out of this state quickly when he realises he didn't check the clock before he sat down. Not really knowing how long it has been e rises and makes his way into the living room. He is a bit startled to see her sitting there as he didn't see her reenter and he teeters on the heels, then catches himself as he stands at attention.

The minutes tick by and although she had seen him when he entered, she paid him no attention. She was looking away from him when his earpiece crackled to life. "I just simply don't know what to do about you. You claimed you wanted helplessness and were quite sincere about it. You even said that the worst thing that could come of this is that you would fail. Yet all you give to me is a halfhearted effort. So then i give you the benefit of the doubt that your shortcomings were unintentional and not that you were lazy or didn't care. So then i take the time and effort to help you along and you say you no longer want my help. I already have time invested in you, but i wonder if i should invest any more." She turns to him.."Why don't you get on your knees and crawl here to my feet, we need to chat."

He struggles to his knees and crawls the 6 feet or so until her feet in high heels fill his vision. He moves to plant a kiss on one and is stopped by a crop pressed into his shoulder. Followed by her voice... "Do you have a hearing problem? You must. That or you just can't understand basic instructions. Did I say you could touch me?" She doesn't expect or wait for an answer. Moving her foot to one side she reveals an eyebolt mounted in the floor at the edge of the couch, a 6 inch clip already attached to it. "Head down..." She instructs him as he feels a hand on the back of his head guide him, while the other snaps the clip to his collar. She then leans back and crosses her legs with a sigh. He now finds himself on all fours, her heel clad feet inches from his face. Despite his discomfort his sex betrays him and tries to stir in it's confines. Then she is inside his head again.

"So, what to do about you.....I have a few questions for you. I'm going to explain a bit about them, so wait until i ask you directly before you answer. When i do, i expect you to answer promptly as well as be prepared to explain. We're first going to find out if you want to continue at all. If you don't want to honor your committment, i will remove your gag and expect an explanation as to why. Then we're going to find out how you wish to continue. We can continue as we are with you trussed head to toe and dressed as you are until i feel you are ready. This being friday night you may not be ready before you return to work on tuesday. I have arranged my schedule so that i can escort you to work and back for the next two weeks, but i doubt it would take that long. However, You will not be offered the opportunity to change your situation, you will be trussed up from the time you wake until 1/2 hour before bedtime. You will not be allowed to speak, you will be expected to obey without hesitation and on your best behavior. Then once I feel you have adapted, you would be allowed to serve the remainder of your time as a typical maidservant. As you won't be allowed to speak in the beginning, I will assume you wish to tender your 60 day notice immediatly

Otherwise, we can go back to how we started, except i don't think you were exactly honest about your abilities. In this case I would require that you cannot give your 60 days notice until you are ready to serve properly. While i can't say for sure, this would add between a month or two to the time you are committed, depending upon how well you apply yourself. Of course i would want some assurance that you are going to follow through so we would need a few more add-ons to your contract. All of your original limits would remain intact, i just wish to have it reflect the additional time required and make it more secure.

Now then keep in mind that if you deciede you don't wish to continue at all, I may or may not allow it. I may keep you for the 2 months anyways. At the very least i will have my fun with you for the remainder of this weekend, after which i will inform anyone and everyone in the local bdsm community that you should be avoided as you don't keep your word."

His mind was spinning and although the head between his legs thought otherwise, his rational mind would choose to end this. But that wasn't an option offered and in his present state he couldn't even imagine what he could say to justify backing out.

But how to continue....He really didn't wish to extend his committment, but he also knew that he may snap if he had to stay trussed up like this for even one more day. He thought about the contract and the time requirements. He had to serve at least 40 hrs a month, so he figured he would be on the hook for an extra 40-80 hrs and that's better than 4-8 more hours like this, yet alone a week. She stood and paced a slow circle around him. He could hear her breathing, then her voice. "Well, what do you think? Are you going to honor your commitment? Nod yes and i'll move on. Nod no and i'll remove that gag so you can tell me why."

He nodded yes and she congratulated him saying that he had made a wise choice. She continued to circle him.

"Would you like to continue as you are now?" And she watched him nod his head no..

"Now then, understand this. I'm going to give you one more chance. we can go back to how we started, but i'm going to need some ironclad guarantees and assurance you will honor your committment. You will assist with and agree to anything I ask of you to secure this. My guarantee will be to respect your limits, which i have done and always will."

On his part he didn't have any idea what "guarantees" she was talking about but he couldn't imagine spending another full day bound like this, yet alone 2 weeks..Yet he can't help but wonder what the hell he has gotten himself into???

"Do you have any problems with that?" Again he shook his head no. She steps up to him and grabs the loose chain connecting his elbows behind him. Planting a foot on either side of his head she pulls the chain, which pulls his arms up behind him. She grabs the notebook tucked in his apron and drops it right next to his face. She then pulls harder and he lets out a grunt and rises as much as he can while on his knees.

"I'll tell you what.... I'm going to give you a gift. I don't even have to open that notebook to know that you never wrote down our little confrontation earlier." His whole body went cold and he started to shake as she continued.."I could take this crop to your thighs...." She taps his thigh for effect. "As a matter of fact i was going to make you cry again, but I'll let it slide."

Opening the locks, she removes the elbow restraints and lets his arms down. Slipping the wig off his head she then grabs the back of his collar. He hears a lock click open as she undoes the posture strap, posture collar then finally the ball gag. He winces in pain as he closes his mouth, the soreness from being distended by the gag now evident. She continues to remove the hood and pulls the plugs from his ears before replacing the wig.

He is eurphoric at the return of sensation and finds himself asking if he can thank her properly and kiss her feet...and she can't help but smile and agree. She allows him continue for a few minutes then stepped away. Sitting again on the couch, she grabbed the remote and turned the television on then turned to him. "Go and turn down my bed, then go into my closet. At the back you will see what looks like a handicap toilet seat. It looks just like a small bench with a toilet seat on top. Bring that to me."

He rose from the floor, unsteady on legs weak from the days activities. Heading to her bedroom and turning down the sheets his mind raced with concern . What did she mean by gaurantees? And now this toilet seat. He could only imagine the worst, and he was coming to the realisation that he shouldn't underestimate her. He already did when he signed on for this. Opening the closet door, he finally gets a good look at what is inside and is taken aback. Much of it he has seen before and is expected, but a few things stand out. On one shelf he see's a medium sized butt plug in a ziploc bag, but what sends a chill down his spine is the tube of ben-gay that is also in the bag. There's several rows of clips attached to ropes.wood and plastic clothespins, even a row of metal ones. But the last one is a rope filled with about 50 alligator clips with serrated teeth about 2 inches long.. He tries to shake off the feeling these inspire as he moves to the back of the closet. He see's the seat she spoke of, but his eye catches a framed photograph on the back wall of the closet. It's her standing next to a bound man, his back to the camera. He is bound standing spread eagle with ropes running from his ankles, knees, elbows and wrists. She is smiling and looking quite proud, almost like a fisherman on the dock with a record fish. He has to move in to make sure he is seeing this right. His stomach does a flip as he looks at the picture up close. The ropes are pulled so tight he can see that the guy has been pulled up onto the balls of his feet and you can see the ropes are dug in. He see's a set of clover clamps on the guys nuts, they're being pulled down with a pair of high heels hanging from the chain. His back is crosshatched with red streaks, hundreds of them. From his calves to his ass he can see the familiar welts of a cane, but there's so many of them, some crossed over one another. Short blood trails run from a handful of places on his back as well as his ass. A full size rubber cat hangs from her waist and she is holding a long thin neoprene cane. A look of sheer delight on her face, while the mans head is hung forward so that you can only see the very top of his head.

He is gripped with panic and looks around thinking "i gotta get out of here." as he heads out of the closet. He stops himself once in the bedroom and takes several deep breaths, trying to organise a clear thought. He tries to push the image out of his head and tells himself he is going nowhere right now, and that he had probably better not keep her waiting. He goes to grab the bench, averting his eyes from the photo. Looking over the bench as he carries it out of the closet, he can see it has been modified. there is some type of harness hanging beneath the seat, by ropes that loop through small pulleys, then up through holes in the bench where they are tied off onto rope anchors. Rather than try to figure it out, he pauses to regain his composure before returning to her.

Meanwhile as she waits on the couch, she wonders if he saw the picture she had hung for him. Looking at his face, he looked pale and scared and she knew he had not only seen it but believed it to be real. Sure that sub of hers was tied like that, but she had just pulled him taught and hung the shoes from him moments before it was taken. And while he did have some marks on him, it was quite simple to enhance them and add more in photoshop. But he didn't need to know this, and she also made a mental note to take the photo down, lest he take a very close look at it.

She directs him where to place the bench as she rises off the couch. Stepping behind it she kneels down and instructs him to lay on the floor, face up, then moves the bench forward directly over his head. He finds himself looking up through the seat, with this harness hanging loose against his face.

She reaches under the bench and slips the wig off his head, then grabs each wrist and attaches the cuffs to clips on the sides of the bench seat. Standing and walking across the room, she reaches under the bookshelf in one corner and produces the end of a rope, tossing it towards him as she walks to the opposite corner,then pulling another from beneath that bookshelf. Clipping the ends to his ankle cuffs, she walks back to pull each tight. He meanwhile is trying not to show his fear and supress the desire to ask what she has planned.

Kneeling behind the bench again she undoes several of the buckles on the harness, then tells him to raise his head and hold it there. He feels a strap looped around his neck, then her work the buckles behind his head. A final loop runs under his chin and through the straps on the sides of his face. This buckles on the top of his head and he can feel the harness drawn tight around his head as she pulls the buckle tight. He can now see the ropes run from the topside of the bench and are anchored at 4 points around this head harness.

Looking up through the seat he can see her step over the bench, then her sex fills his vision as she sits down, her feet placed on opposite sides of his body. A moment later he feels the ropes tighten one at a time, then his head is drawn up to her a little at a time until his nose touches the cleft of her ass. He hears her bark from above him to "open up and stick that tongue out. and keep it there!" He extends his tongue and he can feel the tip just slip between her lips. She repositions herself slightly, then he feels the ropes draw him closer and closer to her, until his face is pressed tightly against her, his mouth cupping her mons and his tongue inside her. "Now i want you to start sucking and work that tongue of yours." As he does he can feel her press even tighter against him, either that or she is drawing him even tighter. As he works with his tongue, he can feel her grab onto his nutsack and attach a set of clamps. He winces as she continues to attach another set to his nipples and he feels the slack taken out of the chains connecting them.

Then he feels her sex push into him while at the same time the clamps are pulled tight. He lets out a gutteral moan and he hears her react by shifting her hips as she draws the clamps tighter. He moans again louder as she pulls and he can hear her respond with a moan herself and he can feel her become even wetter.

Then she settles in for what ended up being an almost 2 hour ride. holding the clamps like reigns on a horse, while using the crop on the insides of his thighs to motivate him. The more he bucked beneath her, the more excited she became and the harder she pulled. While his moans vibrated through her exciting her even more.

In the end she was spent and slumped forward on the seat. While his jaw ached and he was drenched in her juices, utterly exhausted.She releases the ropes holding his face tightand he drops away from her She runs her hands up the inside of his thighs, feeling the small welts she left with the crop. She removes the clips and he squirms as the blood returns.

Resting a moment she speaks. "Oh yeah, i'm gonna like having you around. But while i could probably do this all day, it's getting late and we have a big day tomorrow. That includes running around town for a while, but don't worry. I'm not taking you out dressed, at least not yet." She unclips his wrists, then dropping back down onto the couch she instructs him to grab his wig and go clean himself up real quick. Then to tuck the ropes back under the bookcases and clean-up and return all the equipment to it's proper place in the closet.

As he walks to the bathroom she tells him to not worry about his make-up because it's time for bed anyways. He looks at his face, disheveled with the make-up smeared and washed away by her juices. His jaw ached, along with the rest of his body. He ponders his fate as he washes his face. He takes a moment to pause before he exits and studies himself in the mirror. Then asks himself "what the hell am i doing here." Shaking his head he thinks "i gotta get out of here. This is way too much." But he knew he had only himself to blame. He wanted to feel trapped and he was the one who left his limits wide open. He knew she wasn't going to maim or kill him, but he had underestimated her dedication as well as her willingness to hurt him if she wished. What struck him most was how she truly enjoyed it. Others he had met had some sense of reluctance and showed pity. Yet his expressions of pain or discomfort only seem to encourage her. A true sadist it would seem, yet she never claimed to be anything else. What the hell was he thinking?

He stepped back out and began collecting the items and putting them away. When he was finished she called him over to her and had him kneel at her feet. As she bent down to unlock his ankle and wrist restraints she spoke to him. "Now i know you have had a rough day. But i want to remind you that i don't want any trouble out of you. I gave you the opportunity to ask to be released and i would think that if you had a valid reason for it, you would have spoke up. I've also given you a second chance at learning to serve properly, so i feel that i have been more than accomodating. At this point i don't want to even get the feeling that you no longer wish to continue. As a matter of fact, you are not even allowed to ask about it. If you make any effort to avoid holding up your end of the bargain, it will come back to you 3 fold. Now were going out together to take care of a few things tomorrow and i expect you to be on your best behavior, is that clear?"

All he could do was nod and answer a meek "Yes, Mistress".

She left his collar in place and let him know that she would be rising at 9:00 to 9:30 again. He was to bring her coffee and although He did not need to be dressed and made up, she made it quite clear that it was for this one day only. He could just present himself naked and she would retrieve his clothes once she was up and around. He could shower once they returned. And with that she dismissed him.

He went to his bed with a million questions and concerns swirling in his head. He rolled into bed and tried to think of nothing in an effort to clear his head. Then he focused on one thing. Did he want out of this? yes. fantasies are nice, even this one could be nice. He just hadn't expected her to be so far to the extreme side. What would happen if he does break it off? Well, she does have a contract, but that's far from enforcable. If he can get his stuff out of here, he won't have to come back for it or lose it. There is the spare key to his car under the wheel well and he can drive home naked if he has to. He figures he can't get his clothes or wallet, but everything in his wallet can be replaced So he figures the worst she can do to him is besmirch his name to other doms. He sets his alarm for 5:00 a.m. and tries to sleep.

He sleeps in fits and starts and is out of bed before the alarm goes off. Looking out into the hallway it all seems quiet. Walking out to the front door he finds it is locked with a keyed deadbolt from both sides. No matter he tells himself, he'll go out a window if he has to. Then he remembers the garage. Checking the door that leads to the garage he finds that it's bolted, but has a knob on this side. He deceides to go check his car before collecting his things. turning the bolt he steps out onto the cold garage floor. Looking at the large door he tries the side one instead. Again a bolted lock he can open. He knows his car is just down the driveway and it's still dark outside, so opening the door he slips outside. Thinking he should have brought anything to cover up as he feels the cold night air he steps back inside where his eye catches a old blanket. Wrapping this around him high on his neck to conceal the collar still locked to his neck he sprints the short distance to his car. Reaching under the wheel well he finds the key still there. Slipping it out of the box he opens the door, but somethings wrong. He tries the dome light and gets nothing. Dead battery? Oh, god not now. Or maybe even she took it. He pops the hood to check and it's there and he realises he's being paranoid. Regardless of how it happened, the battery is dead. Running back to the garage he rummages around for a charger or an old battery to no avail. There is a locked storage room, but he can't get into it without making a racket. Shit! he curses himself. Not knowing what to do he locks the outer door and slips back inside, locking the inner door behind him. He knows that he won't be leaving until the weekends over and resigns himself to that fact. Realising that he can't leave and thinking about what may be in store for him, he actually begins to get excited. He pushes it out of his mind. Slipping back in bed and resetting the alarm he drifts off to sleep once more.

The silence broken once again by the alarm, he is startled awake. Looking at the clock and seeing it's 8:30 he panics for a moment, then realises all he has to do is make coffee, which he does. sitting at the table when her alarm goes off, he hears her call for him. Bringing the coffee to her, he feels more uncomfortable and exposed than ever. She sits up and takes a sip of the coffee. looking over at him she tells him that he can wait for her in the kitchen and she will bring him his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later she emerges. Tossing him his shirt, she sets the rest of his clothes on the table. Pulling a chair out she sits down next to him, folds her hands and says nothing for several minutes. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing. Finally she turns to him and calmly says..." I am not going to get upset about this, not now. We'll take care of it later. Right now i want you to go and grab your wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as your notebook. Then come back in here and make a little note about how you forgot to put your cuffs on today."

His gut felt like he had just crested the hill of a rollercoaster. He hurried to get the cuffs and notebook. He thought about how he should apologise, but stopped himself. He realised it was probably safer just to keep his mouth shut. Sitting at the table he writes the note then slips the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, clicking the padlocks into place. She tells him to turn his chair sideways and to put his hands behind the chair. Standing, she walks behind him and connects the cuffs with a clip. Moving back in front of him she produces a roll of fishing string from beneath his clothes. He watches as she takes an end and runs it through one pant leg then through a D ring on his ankle restraint. Then pulling some slack in it she tells him to spread his legs. She lifts his balls and loops the thin line around his sack several times then ties it off. Guiding his pants down the line, then onto his legs up to the knees. Reaching around him she releases his wrists and tells him to finish getting dressed. He stands and carefully pulls his pants up then finishes dressing. She steps in front of himand picks up the spool of line. Taking up the slack, she gives it a light tug and he responds immediatley, his knees buckling at the first tug. She lets out some slack, then explained it to him. "You see, this is to make sure you behave yourself. That's 20 lb test line. I ran it down your leg and through the ankle cuff so that nobody will notice. It may be thin but it's quite strong. As a matter of fact i could probably rip your nuts clean off with this if i pulled hard enough. I have no qualms about dragging you out of a crowded store by this if i have to.

She chose to skip breakfast, so they headed to the car, with him careful to keep up with her. He still hadn't asked where they were going and she didn't say.

Pulling out of the driveway, she only drives about 3 blocks or so then pulls into a strip mall. shutting the car off she turns to him and tells him to put his hands behind the seat as far as he can, where she connects the wrist cuffs. Looking at him directly she says."I've said it before but it bears repeating. I will respect your limits. By the same token, you will keep your word, and that's what we're here for" she reaches beneath the seat and pulls out a folder. "This is a simple lease that says i'm renting a room in your house for 600.00 a month. It is a standard lease that after 12 months renews on a monthly basis with each party required to notify the other in writing about any changes in residency 60 days in advance. However, i have no need or intention to spend even a night in your house. We are stopping here because we have to sign it and get it notarized." She gives a tug on the fishing line. "Give me a problem in here and we can go back to my place and string you up by these until you change your mind. And here's a fair warning, if you ever choose to get into a physical fight with me, limits go out the window. Am I clear?" He replies with a nod and a yes.

She unclips his wrists and hands him his wallet. "You'll need to show the notary your I.D. Let's go." He opens his door as she opens hers. He feels a tug at his nuts as she suggests that he might want to get out her side. The whole time he is mulling this over in his mind. Why this lease? It didn't make much sense to him. 600.00$ would damn near pay his mortgage each month. What did she have to gain and why should this be a problem for him? As a result he was rather nonchalant as they stood at the counter and signed the document then paid the notary fee. She slid the document back into the folder and they left.

Again they were on the road only a few minutes before turning into a bank and pulling up to the deposit box. She asks. "This is the bank you use isn't it?" He nods yes as she pulls out her checkbook Handing him the check she has him write 'for deposit only' on the back along with his signature and account#. Now he's really confused. She's making a deposit to my account? She fills out the other side of the check, slips it into the envelope, then drops it into the deposit box. This seems to please her greatly, and she is all smiles as they take the short trip back home. He is merely confused.

On their return she unlocks his cuffs and collar and sends him off to grab clothes and head to the shower. The warm water feels good on his back as he showers, then checks his body for hair and deceides he wont need to use the depilatory for a more days. His mood improves as he see's the fetish maid take shape in the mirror before him and he steps out in a pleasant mood. He presents himself to her and she has him kneel before her. Grabbing a binder from next to her she opens it and sets it before him, then hands him a pen. The binder appears to be a reciept book. She points to one of the blank reciepts and tells him to sign there. Holding the pen he tries to think what her purpose would be when she chimes in. "When you're done with that you can grab your notebook and make an entry about why you choose to hesitate." He gets the message and signs, then hands her the binder back. He kneels there for a moment before seeing a impatient look flash from her. Remembering the notebook he pulls it from his apron and makes the note she asked for.

She rises. "Very nice, now wait there a minute. I'll be right back so stay just as you are." A few moments pass then he hears the sound of heels on the kitchen floor behind him and he grows excited. "Put your wrists behind your back for a moment." He feels her connect them, then a strap looped around his elbows and drawn tight. A clip is attached to his collar and he is told to tuck his chin against his chest and close his eyes. He hears her move away from him, then nothing. His nervousness grows as he kneels there. Hearing a slight rustle besides him, he then feels the slack taken out of whatever was clipped to his collar. He hears her voice, and there's a tone to it that says danger to him. "Lift your head and turn your face to me." He opens his eyes and see's a rope running from his collar to an eyebolt in the floor. As he turns his head to face her he follows the rope to where it ends in one of her hands. A crop is in the other. Looking down at him she asks. "Is there something you would like to tell me?" His mind races. Tell her what? what does she want from me. "Last chance to come clean and fess up." Then he thought of his little excursion last night, But how could she possibly know? At a loss he asks "What is it Mistress?" He feels her pull roughly on the rope as she replies "Wrong answer!" Then his face approaches the floor quickly. She lets off just before he hits, but then pulls hard once his forehead contacts the floor and he is forced to turn his head sideways as the rope is drawn tighter. He looks up in time to see the bottom of her boot approaching his face, then press into the side of it. He cries out as she presses it into his face. Panic grips him from being handled so roughly and unexpectedly. He makes a desperate pull at the collar so he can get out from under her boot. It doesn't budge but seems to draw him tighter and he begins to squirm with his legs. Then he feels the crop bite into his legs in responce. She steps off of his face, but continues to swing the crop in one hand as she pulls the rope tight with the other. He cries out, then curses angrily. Hearing this she pauses long enough to chide "A liar and a potty mouth!" then takes another few swats at him. "You know, I don't think you realise that the more of a challenge you make this, the more i enjoy it." She taps at one of his legs telling him to lift it up and slips the rope beneath it. Looping the rope through the d ring of one ankle cuff, then the other before tying it off. "Still nothing to say huh? and to think i might have gone easy on you if you did." She waited for a long pause then as she turned to leave the room she said. "You know, if you are going to be running around barefoot you should probably wash your feet when your done. Not to mention the footprints you left behind in the garage." And with that she left the room.

He was left to his own thoughts, and he couldn't seem to get past 'shit, what am i gonna do'. He was at least thankful to have some of the tension off the rope to his collar, even if it was tied to his ankles now. He rolled onto his side as his knees ached. And there he was, struggling mentally about what to say when she walked back in.

She stopped a dozen feet from him, hands on hips. "Cat still got your tongue?" To which he replied "I'm sorry." She stood there, saying nothing. "It was stupid, i shouldn't have done it and i'm sorry."

Again a long pause, then she spoke."Very nice. No excuses, no passing the blame. Maybe you are starting to learn how to be a good little bitch." She walks toward him then paces to one side. looking down at him she says "you know though, accepting responsibility is only half of it. The other half is accepting the consequences." She stops pacing in front of him. "I'd like to hear you add that into your apologie". He clears his throat. "I'm sorry mistress, I shouldn't have done it and i accept any of the consequences that may result."

Nodding her head as she begins to pace again. "I let you know that things would come back onto you threefold, and you were trying to leave early, so now you get to stay late. Instead of 60 days notice, you now have to give 180 days notice that you are going to end your service to me." His heart jumped into his throat. She could see his reaction and reveled in it. "I was also leaning towards putting you back into the restrictive uniform, that of course on top of any direct punishment. But that apologie was unexpected and seemed so sincere that i'm going to give you another chance. Would you like to tell me what you were intending to do and how far you went, or should i just draw my own conclusions based on what i know.

He really didn't want to let her know that the only thing standing between him and leaving was a dead battery. He couldn't imagine what she would do. There was a long pause, then he let out a heavy sigh. "I guess i'm not really sure what i was going to do. i know i wanted to see where my car was and if i could get to it, But I knew i didn't have keys." She just nodded, knowing it was a lie because she had placed a piece of clear tape on the drivers side door, then made a small cut in it so it would tear freely if the door was opened..

'I got as far as seeing where it was and at that point i couldn't figure out what to do. I guess i was just out of my mind from yesterdays activities. I looked around the house to see if maybe you had left my keys somewhere that i could get at them. When i couldn't find them i just went back to bed."

She thought for a moment. then spoke. "Well, that was insightful and I'll have to give you credit for letting me know what you are capable of. I don't believe for a minute that you were unsure of what you were going to do. Yet i can't blame you for having a hard time admitting it. You had every intention to leave and this is one of the big no-no's and warrants a punishment most severe but you haven't made it any worse. I also know that you got farther than you say you did. I'm not going to say how i know, just that i do. This tells me that you are quite willing to lie to me in order to get out of our agreement. This is very good information and lets me know just how difficult to break i have to make our agreement. You did lie to me. This is another big no-no and also warrants a most severe punishment, which we will probably have to defer until tomorrow.

So by opening your mouth when not being truthful you managed to commit another major offence and pick up another severe punishment. But i think that's probably the best thing for you at this point. Mainly because when both are finished i'm going to let you plead your case about whether or not to return to the restrictive uniform or not, and you'll probably be in a better mindset then. Now then, up on your knees."

As she unties his ankles and takes the rope leash in hand again she helps him to his feet. As she leads him to the bedroom she deceides that she is going to explain a little more about why they had signed the lease. His arms still bound behind him, she tells him to lay face down in the center of the bed. Bringing the ropes up from the 4 corners she secures his ankles, then unties his arms. She explains that the lease allows her access to his house and thus to him, should push come to shove. It would allow her the right to have a locksmith open the doors for her. She could even contact the county sherrif and get a court order allowing her access. She remarks that it's quite a powerful document. She continues as she secures his hands and he is now spread eagle, face down. About her monthly payments well, she's already paid in full for the first 6 months. The check she deposited noted that it was the second half of 1st 6 months rent. The reciept he had given her says that she paid 1800 by check and 2400 in cash, and that the last months rent as well as the first 6 months have been paid. When he returns the 1800 as a cashiers check Tomorrow he is told, they can do the same thing and cover it for the entire first year.

the thought of what she said sinks in to him, as does the anxiety of being tied like this. She adds to this by adding 4 more ropes at the elbows and knees. He couldn't move more than a few inches, yet the ropes weren't overly tight. grabbing that full hood once more she explains why the ropes aren't tight. He is going to be like that for 12 hours total with only a 10 minute break every 3 hours. During that time he will have his ears pluged and be blindfolded. She says she will start without the gag, but it will be used if he gets chatty. He will recieve 4 strikes from the cane each hour for a total of 48 strikes. He won't recieve any warning that one is coming as he cannot see or hear and they will be randomly spaced. These strikes will be as hard as can be done without splitting the skin.

Just before she puts the earplugs in place and pulls the hood over his head she lets him know that it's almost 11:00 a.m. so he should be done at 11:00 tonight.

 

Story by azsub1@yahoo.com

 

 

 

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