Waiting

by Minty Fresh

 

Timothy Marsh stood alone in the cabin. He was a slight man in his mid-twenties, successful for his age. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a roundish face. His small hands were well suited to his job in the electrical industry. To look at him, you'd never guess his hair colour, as every trace of it had been shaved from his body. His legs, his arms, his genitals… His head was as shiny as a cue-ball and his eyebrows were gone.

Tim shivered. Mary had turned off the heating when she'd left and the cabin was cooling down. It was very cold outside. He was dressed only in a negligee, made of an embroidered, almost transparent material, which hung down as far as his knees. It was trimmed in thick white fur at the bottom, at the cuffs, and had a big fur collar thick enough to reach most the way up his head, and long enough to reach down to just above his navel. A single button fastened it together at the front. Accessorizing this outfit were a pair of 4" heels and a tall, white fur hat.

He had been standing in virtually the same spot for hours now, confused, scared, and very much in love. His movement was restricted by a leash of pink ribbon which at one end was tied round a supporting beam in the house, and at the other, was tied round his cock and balls with an intricate double bow that Tim knew he couldn't replicate. A thoroughly solid shaft of plastic was wedged firmly up his asshole. It had a handle clearly protruding from between his buttocks and could easily be removed, but the same problem: could he put it back? Mary's last words to him kept running back and forth through his head: "I'm just popping out for a moment. When I get back, I want you just as I left you. If you've moved even an inch, I'll find you and castrate you, you dirty little fucker!"

Tim had been seeing Mary for about six months. She was smart, funny, fantastically dirty in bed and was possessive of him in a way he really enjoyed. When she suggested he took a week off work to spend with her alone in the country, he jumped at the chance. Her appetite for BDSM was something she'd only previously hinted at, but he soon found out all about it. Being tied up was something he'd done before. She abused him, sat on his face, teased him until he was begging her for it and finally made love to him. He was surprised though, when she left him there and slept in the other room. The following day, she tied him face down to the bed and fucked him with a strap on, despite his screamed pleas not to. She left him there all day, feeding him in small pieces. She put a nappy on him and told him to go when he needed to. His hair was shaved three days in. He spent most of the week in a corset, chastity belt and gag, acting as her table, her footstool, even a plate to eat her dinner off. The only time he went anywhere was when he was taken there by Mary, leading him by his cock-leash. At the end of each day, after she'd fucked him for the final time, Mary always made a point of telling him how much she loved him and how she was so glad to have a man who understood her needs.

It was these moments that Tim thought of now. She wouldn't leave me. She had to be coming back, just had to be. It was getting dark, she must have been gone 6 hours! His legs ached, the leash wasn't long enough to allow him to sit down. Maybe this was some cruel joke. Maybe he'd done something to hurt her and this was her revenge? Thinking about how she'd treated him, the past week, doubts grew in Tim's mind. She saw me as an object, a toy to play with. Now the game's over. But what about the past 6 months? All the words? He couldn't believe it was a lie. She must love him, his feelings told him, otherwise…

The same thoughts had kept coming through him, in a cycle. Doubts would grow in his mind until he was convinced he was being made a fool of and he determined he would leave there and then, but when he had his fingers round the bonds at the end of his leash, his doubts would grow their own doubts, as he thought about the most wonderful woman he'd ever met and he'd go the other way, until he was certain she'd only been delayed or that this was some kind of test, of his faith, of his devotion to her. Then the doubts would return again. Sometimes he'd cry or stamp his feet like a child. But he never moved.

It was night time when it arrived. Tim heard the engine and saw the headlights, and excitedly leaned back as far as he dared to try and catch a glimpse of it. He saw the back end of the vehicle. It wasn't Mary's car. It was a white van. Tim panicked. His mind was completely blank. Someone knocked at the door. Knocked! It can't be her. I'll have to go and hide. Now! Damn you. They could come and look in the window. Again he hesitated in untying his leash. All this time wasted! It was so unfair. Suppose Mary was on her way back now, with some great surprise for me. No, I have to steel myself and…

The front door was opened. I didn't hear the lock turn. Was it unlocked? Or maybe it was Mary! Or it could be fucking anyone. These places were usually empty this time of year. Burglaries weren't rare, apparently. I pictured a huge man in a balaclava standing in the doorway. No, I'm running. I can't believe I'm in this situation…

"Timmy!"

"Mary? Mary!" He was weeping with relief.

"Oh Timmy, you waited for me! Thank you baby, thank you." She came up, all hugs and kisses. She was crying too. "I didn't think you'd be here. I didn't think you wanted to be part of my lifestyle" she sniffed, "My other boyfriends never did. They always left. But you stayed!" suddenly she smiled at him, a huge, beaming smile. "Do you want to be with me Timmy? For ever."

Tim nodded, hesitantly.

"I'll make you so happy Timmy, I promise. After this week, I know what makes you happy too."

She undid the ribbons holding his leash in place. Then forced him gently onto the bed. Undoing his negligee, she climbed onto his erect member and began bouncing up and down.

"So happy baby, you'll see."

The butt plug pushing against the bed gave a secondary sensation inside of him. Sometimes it sheared against the mattress, which was painful, but he was in no position to complain.

Afterwards, Mary asked him about his wait.

"It was horrible. I didn't if you'd come or not."

"I'm sorry baby, but I had to be sure. A life with me is not something to be taken lightly."

"Can we go home now? I'm tired, and… God! How am I going to explain how I look at work tomorrow?"

"You won't be going to work baby. You're my boy now, not some horrible company's"

"But…"

"Don't worry, babe. I'm a lot more wealthy than you know. You won't ever have to work again."

Mary put two fingers over Tim's mouth to silence him. She did up his negligee and helped him back into his heels. The hat was put back on his head and the leash tied back round his cock and balls. She led him slowly out of the cabin and round to the back of the van.

  

  

  

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