David 3

Author: leathergearboy
Title: David 3
Date: 27 November 2016

I’m a little dumbstruck by what just happened. I came over to get this chastity cage off me and be done with him, but not only is my dick still locked up, he has me cuffed and caged in his dungeon. Damn my dick for getting me into this. At that point an image of him in that uniform flashes in my mind. Fuck was he hotter than hell. I had no idea what kind of affect it could have on someone. No wonder Dave loved to have me wear it. It’s like an aphrodisiac that puts into you instantly into sub mode. You can’t help but want to worship the person wearing it. My dick once again is pushing against the cage, the ache causes me to moan and rock my hips in a futile attempt to get some relief. I thrash around a bit to try and get some attention, but figure he’s left the dungeon. I know there’s nothing I can do but, wait. I just hope he wasn’t serious about being in here all night? Fuck!!!

So, I wait… And wait…

I should’ve just taken the key and unlocked myself. But that bastard set me up. He knew how much I liked that uniform.

And wait… And wait…

Wish I could tell him my decision right now, I’m completely done with all of this. I never should’ve started up again.

And wait… And wait…

I can’t believe he thinks he can just restrain me and keep me caged up like this?

And wait… And wait…

The anger that’s built up inside me is making me exhausted. I eventually drift off to sleep.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I'm so fucking startled I damn near shit myself.

"Get up, bitch!”

I jerk my body, forgetting where I was and whack my head against the cage. Thank god this hood is padded. Did he just call me a bitch? “Uck ewww”.

He smacks the side of my head. “So has the little bitch finally decided?”

I nod, “Ethh”

A moment later I feel the cage rattle and the door open letting my legs straighten. He grabs me and pulls me out of the cage, dragging me a few feet before propping me up on my knees. He unlocks and unbuckles the hood and slowly slides it off.

As soon as the gag pops out of my mouth, I start yelling, “Who the hell…” But when the hood is completely off and I can see, I’m staring right at his leather bulge. He’s positioned himself so that my face is within an inch of his crotch. I look up and see that he’s still in the uniform and he has an evil little smirk on his face. He pushes his crotch closer until my lips are pressing against the leather. “…do …you …” I trail off. I take a deep breath of the leather and instinctually open my mouth and start licking and kissing. I hear him, but way too preoccupied to make out what he’s saying and just ignore it.

I’m quickly brought out of that state when he grabs my hair and yanks my head back to look up at him, “What were you saying, bitch?” He again pushes his crotch against my face and this time slowly grinds.

“Uh…. Nothing.” Fuck is this driving me crazy. I don’t think my dick has ever ached so badly in this cage.

“So, then…” Continuing to rub his crotch over my face, “What did you decide?”

What did I decide?… What did I decide?… I can’t even think of the answer. At this moment in time, I don’t want to answer. This asshole is playing me, pushing all the right buttons. I don’t want it to stop…

He rams his crotch, smashing my face further into the leather, “Well, bitch?”

My dick needs to be let out so bad, I just automatically say, “I need this cage off of me! It really hurts!” Of course it comes out muffled as my mouth is wrapped around his leather clad cock.

He doesn’t flinch, and continues to grind his crotch in my face. “So… that dick of yours is still trying to get hard in that prison, eh?”

“Ethh Thir” The sound of his leather duty belt rubbing against his leather pants is driving me crazy. Not too mention the smell of the leather.

“Hmmm… You seem awfully horny and really into it for someone who wants it all to end?” He shifts a bit to the side and then I feel his boot tapping against the cage.

“Ugh” I groan. I push harder into his leather bulge trying to get at his cock.

“Fuck yea, you really want that cock, bitch…”

“Mmmmmmhmmmm” I moan.

He again grabs a handful of hair, “Look up at me while you’re worshipping me!” I adjust my position so I can look up past the buckle of his police duty belt to that evil little smirk on his face and look him in the eyes. “Yeah, that’s better.” He starts petting the side of my face with his other hand. “Such a good little cock slave. Right, bitch?”

“Etth Thir”

“That’s, ‘Master’, to you.” He thrusts his crotch into my mouth again. I just continue to tongue and chew on the leather. “Say it, slave!” He yells.

“Etth Athhir” is the best I can say. I feel his cock pulse under the leather.

“That’s right, slave.” He just continues to hump my face with his leather crotch for a while longer, staring down at me. Looking me in the eyes. “I can see the lust in your eyes. How much you’re getting off on worshipping me.”

“Mmmmmmm”

He pushes me off his crotch… “Admit it, slave…when you’re out of here you’re going to spend all your time fantasizing about being back here with me.” I nod. “And yet, you’ve decided you want all this to end?” He taps the cage with his boot again - driving me crazy.

I groan. “I just want the cage off!”

“Hmmm… What do I get in return?”

“Anything. Please. Just take it off.” I plead.

“You already know what I want.”

Not really sure, “What?”

“You.” He starts rubbing his crotch.

I just stare at his groping hand, “What do you mean?”

“I want you to fully submit to me. I want you to admit that you want to be my slave…that you need me to control you.”

Fuck! Now we’re right back where we started. Maybe the best thing is to just end all of it… “How about we just end this?”

He stops rubbing his crotch and places both hands on his belt. “Stop altogether and never play again?”

“Yes.”

He moves his crotch up to my face again, “You willing to give this up?”

Without even thinking - way too horny - I press my lips against the leather and start kissing and licking.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into it. “Besides, I already control you. This…” He taps the cage, “I own. And I’ll decide when it gets let out.”

“Nnnnnn” I try to push myself off of him, but he holds my head tightly in place.

“I don’t think so, bitch. No more begging, whining or pleading for you.”

I try and struggle a little more and bite down on his cock - of course the leather keeps anything from happening.

He presses my face even tighter against his crotch, “Yeah, that’s it, bitch. Bite down on that.” After a little wrestling around he lets go of my head.

A little furious I yell, “Take this cage off of me and let me go!”

“I’m going to let you go, but you’re coming back tonight after work…maybe then I’ll consider taking the cage off.”

“No. I want it off now!”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “You don’t seem to get it, bitch. Your locked dick is your problem, not mine. I didn’t lock it on you, and I don’t have to unlock it. So deal with it.”

He’s right about that. It was my fault I’m locked in this stupid cage. I calm down a little after realizing that. “Please, just take it off.” I’m practically crying.

He helps me up to my feet and hugs me. “I know it’s not easy, but I promise, when you come back tonight I will unlock it.”

“Please.” I plead once again.

He starts kissing me. “No.” I lean my head on his shoulder in defeat. “Good boy.” A few moments later he takes off the cuffs and sends me on my way.

I’m completely confused by everything I’m feeling. My lust for him in the uniform. My desire to be controlled by him. The need to be free of him, which becomes more apparent the longer I’m away from him and still locked in this cage. Needless to say, my day at work dragged on and I didn’t get much of anything done. With the cage as a constant reminder, all I could do was think of him and my face buried in his leather crotch. After work I started to get a little excited about going back over there. I hoped that he wasn’t in his uniform again (although I think deep down inside I wished he was)… He was.

When he opened the door my dick took over again. The smell of all that leather hit me like a brick wall. He invited me in, “So you survived your day then, pet?”

My dick throbbed when he called me pet. “Yes, I suppose. It wasn’t easy.” I wasn’t going to tell him what I thought about all day, I just said, “Just really tired.”

He hugged and kissed me, “Sure. I bet you spent the entire day thinking about me in this uniform?” He grabbed the cage. I moaned. “Didn’t you, pet?” I just nodded my head. “That’s what I thought.” He laughed and teased me a while. “Okay, a promise is a promise. Let’s get that cage off you.”

Holy shit! Could he really be serious. My eyes lit up. “Yes, thank you.” I started to unzip my pants.

“Not here. Come with me.” Aw crap! He leads me into his dungeon. “Shirt off.” he orders.

“Can’t you just unlock it?” I whine.

“No. I’m being nice by doing this for you, so we’re doing it my way. Now, shirt off and stand there.” He points to a space in the middle of the dungeon underneath a couple of chains hanging from the ceiling. After I get my shirt off, he cuffs my hands to the chains. Holding my arms out and up fairly high and tight. He thens removes my pants and underwear and starts to unlock the cage.

Finally! I think to myself as I watch him take it off. I moan as my cock springs to life and is finally allowed to get hard. He wraps his arms around me from behind and cups my balls. "Feel better, slave?" I nod my head. “What do you say?”

“Thank you. Feels much better.” I start rocking my hips and pushing my ass against his crotch.

“Thank you what, slave?”

“Thank you, Master”

“Good boy!” He wraps his hand around the base of cock. “I bet you’d really love for me to get you off?”

“Please, Master! So horny.” I start humping the air.

He laughs, “I can see that.”

The feeling of his leather clad body pressed against my naked skin is driving me crazy. I moan, “Feels so good.”

He starts rubbing his other hand around my chest playing with my nipples when he finds them. I then feel him release my dick and ever so lightly slide his fingers along my shaft.

I let out a huge moan, "ffffffffuuuuuuuck"

He ends at the head of my dick and starts lightly tapping it between two fingers. "Damn! Your dick is so hard, slave!"

"Mmmmmmmm"

“Yeah, pet. I know you crave the control.” I nod my head. “And I know that’s hard for you to accept.” I nod again. “That’s right, pet. But you need to understand that this…” He slowly begins to lightly stroke my cock, barely touching it. “…I own now.”

Fuck that feels so good. “Yes, Master”

“And soon enough, I will own and control you as well, pet.” I just moan as he continues to stroke my cock. “Thats right, my little leather bondage pet. Think about spending all day worshipping me in this uniform.”

“So hot, Master.” I’m getting delirious from the attention.

"Now you understand why a Master needs to keep his slave horny? Makes you more accepting of your true role. Don't you agree, slave?"

He starts stroking my cock a little faster now. It's driving me insane, "Oh, yes Master."

“That’s right, slave. And I’m going to take complete advantage of that - keep you stimulated and so horny until you’re willing to do anything I say.”

He switches from stroking up and down my entire shaft to just running his fingers over the head of my dick. I whine at first and try thrusting my hips again to get the full sensation. He just moves his fingers out of the way, adding to my frustration. I start shaking my head, “Please… No… I just want to go.”

He laughs and walks around in front of me, He reaches out with one hand and begins playing with my nipple as the other continues to manipulate the head of my dick. “We’ll see about that, pet.”

I slightly shake my head, but can’t help myself as I look him up and down in all that leather. He smirks as he continues to tease me. I moan, “Fuck!!!” I am so freaken horny right now, again, I can’t think straight. I stare at his leather covered bulge and think about being back on my knees worshipping it.

“Fuck yeah, slave! I can see how horny you are right now.” He pinches my nipples again. “But I’ve got a new toy that’s going to turn you into a drooling puddle of lust.” He walks away and turns around holding his leather bondage suit, “But first you’re getting locked in this.” Seeing him in his uniform holding that bondage suit is almost enough to send me over the edge, but not quite. As he approaches me a thought pops into my head, “What are you doing? You wanted all of this to end not more than 24 hours ago!!!” He must’ve sensed something? A look on my face, or in my eyes perhaps. As soon as he stepped up to me he grabbed my dick and started stroking it again. I moan and immediately start rocking my hips. Before that previous thought has completely faded out of my mind I decide to say something, but just before I do, he leans into me and places his lips on mine and starts kissing me. “Such a good pet. So horny for my leather… to control you.”

“Yessss. Please.” his hand on my dick feels so good.

Being in such a horned up state, I’m basically on autopilot, so when he tells me step into the suit, I just do. He pulls the suit up to my waist and works my cock and balls through the hole at the crotch. He then, wraps the arms of the suit over my shoulders and around my neck. I watch not sure what’s going on as he’s never done this before. He walks back over to his toy chest and returns with a bulbous leather covered object. I watch as he stretches open what appears to be the only opening, a hole on the underside and starts sliding it over my dick.

I gasp and jump it feels so damned good; almost like the inside of a fleshlight. Once he hits the base of my dick he stretches it little wider until it swallows up my balls as well. There must a second internal ring be a second ring as I can feel my sac being pulled down somewhat. He fiddles with a couple of zipper pulls and slowly zips it up fixing it to the suit just as with the normal cod piece. Except this thing is obscenely large compared to the other. He feeds the waist strap through the zipper pulls and secures it with a padlock. I whimper again. He then buckles up and locks the straps that run across my thigh. After that, my right arm is released and I am told to slide it into the suit. He buckles and locks the thick wrist restraint and then secures it to the d-ring on the thigh strap. He repeats all of that for my other arm and then sets to work getting the rest of the straps buckled and locked.

All I can do is watch as he locks up each strap, imprisoning me in the suit, getting me more and more turned on. I start to rock my hips forward and backwards trying to get some sensation to my poor trapped dick. He just laughs and stands up when he’s done. “What’s wrong, slave?”

“So horny!”

“Just you wait, slave.” He rubs his hands over my body for a moment, before heading back to his gear closet. He returns with several belts and pads. He kneels down in front of me and taps my ankle. “Lift.” He slides a pad up to my knees and does the same to my other knee. “Now, kneel and sit back on your feet.” He feeds a belt through the d-rings on the thigh strap and then through the d-rings on the thicker ankle restraint. He buckles it up pulling tightly and locks it - and then does the same with the other side. My legs are now forced to remain in this bent position. He unclips my arm from the thigh strap and slides another pad up to my elbow, then runs another belt through the d-rings at my wrist and the d-rings at the strap just below my shoulder. Buckles it up and locks it as well, then repeats that with my other arm. Now all four of my limbs are in a bent position and basically useless. I looked up at him. He looked so fucking hot. And I felt completely under his control at that moment. I scooted myself closer and started grabbing at his legs with my gimped arms, only able to run my elbows up and down his thighs.

“My my. You are an eager little leather slave.”

“So very hot, Master.”

He started groping his crotch, “You enjoy being locked in all that leather?”

“Yes, Master. Very much.”

“You enjoy being under my control?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Well don’t you think you’d enjoy being enslaved by me then?”

Fuck I was so horny. I tried several times to strain my head to get at his leather crotch, but he easily held me off. I shook my head slightly.

“No?” He groped his bulge, “Wouldn’t you enjoy having your face pressed against this most of the day?”

“Fuck, Yes, Master.” I again tried to push myself forward.

He held me off for a moment or two before grabbing my head with both hands and ground his leather clad bulge into my face a few times. I moaned and immediately started attacking it, chewing on it, licking it, kissing it, sucking on it. “Fuck yeah, Bitch! Get that cock” He thrust his hips a couple of times forcing the leather bulge deep into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuck!” I groaned.

“That’s right. Kept as my gimped leather slave, worshipping me in my leather.”

I moaned even louder, “So fucking hot, Master.”

“I know you want it slave, but you’re going to have to beg for it.”

I was so fucking horny at this point I seriously considered it. I even started nodding my head.

“That’s right, slave. Go ahead and beg for it. Beg for me to enslave and own you.”

I continued to chew on his leather crotch, but I was able to catch myself this time and shaking my head again.

“Hmmm…” He pushed me off of him, “Still not convinced you need it, Bitch? Maybe this will help…” He held up a little device so I could see and then pushed a button on it.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open as I felt the cod piece begin to tease and manipulate my cock and balls. The head of my dick was being lightly tickled, there was a slight stroking sensation moving up and down my shaft. My sac was pulled down a little further and another light tickling running back and forth over it. I groaned and looked down at it, there was absolutely no indication of what was going on inside. Nothing. Just a smooth leather bulge. But, “Fuck!” it felt so good. I was completely transfixed on it, reveling in the sensations. This gave him the perfect opportunity to get a hood slipped over my head and a gagged shoved in mouth before I could even realize what was going on. I yelled and tried to shake it off, but being gimped as I was, it really wasn’t much of a fight. It only took a moment to get the hood laced, zipped and locked.

“There.” He pet the side of my hooded head, “That’s much better. Now you look more like a gimp slave.”

I continued to shake my head and yell, but it was short lived as my mind slowly focused back on my cock and balls. I could feel myself quickly becoming more and more horny. It continued to work me over. I was getting close to cumming. Holy shit it felt so good. But then the device just stopped. I whined and attempted to try and hump it to get myself off. But there was no stimulation. I then realized what it was designed to do and looked at him with a horrified look in my eyes.

He was obviously amused by the whole scene. He started laughing, “That’s right, gimp. This is going to get you so horned up, you’ll do anything just to finally get off.”

I was about to start yelling but the device kicked back into action. My mind was immediately caught back in its clutches and it wasn’t letting go. It ever so slowly hit a perfect pace again and had me locked in a state of horniness I’ve never felt before. There were constant groans, moans, and whines coming from me. It was such a relentless, devious device; It picked up pace again for a few seconds and I could feel my balls begin to pull up as I got close, then it completely stopped. I thrashed around again in frustration, almost crying. I looked up him and he was standing there, watching me, groping his crotch again with an evil little smirk.

The device started back up and quickly got into that perfect pace. Fuck it felt so good. I looked at him in his leather police uniform and all I could think about was how much I wanted to worship him. The device was working its magic on my mind. Pushing me. Making me so horny. And then stopping yet again. I fell to the floor, rolling onto my back. Writhing around hoping to get some, any, stimulation on my cock so that I can get off. But it was futile. A few moments later the device went back into action.

He stepped right up next to me looking down, still groping his crotch. His cock was pushing so hard it looked as if it could easily pop the snaps of the cod piece. I could only imagine what he was looking at; a completely helpless, leather encased form twisting around on the floor. Gimped, useless limbs flailing about. Audible changes from groaning to whining as the cod piece switched between modes.

“Fucking perfect, bitch.” He knelt down and starting running his hands over my body. “Horniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, slave.”

His legs are spread and his crotch is right there, I moaned and reached out my gimped arms towards him. Pushing my elbows against his boots trying to embrace him. He taps the cod piece a couple of times, “Must be beginning to work… You seem to be enjoying this, pet…”

I shake my head and groan, in some pathetic attempt to convince him I am not enjoying this. At the same time I am still desperately trying to reach for his crotch. I maneuver myself so that my head moves in between his boots. I start rubbing my elbows on the inside of his thighs making my way towards his leather bulge.

He noticed and spread his legs wider and groped his crotch, “You want this, slave?”

Fuck! I was so horny. This was driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy. All this leather and being bound up and controlled, felt so good. And so frustrating at the same time. I groaned and wiggled closer. I was able to get on my side and climbed my up his thighs. Groaning the entire time, staring at his crotch.

“Very good, slave. You’re almost there.”

Using my elbows and knees I pushed myself forward until I was finally able to press my gagged mouth against his leather crotch. I pushed my mouth down on it several times, whining, wishing the gag in my mouth was his cock. The sound of all the leather creaking and stretching as it rubbed against other leather filled the room… The smell of the leather mixed with the sight of him in his leather uniform… The feeling of being restrained as I was, encased and locked in the leather suit, completely helpless… The damned cod piece working over my cock and balls dragging me into a state of horniness I’ve never felt. I struggled to reposition myself so I could up into his face. I continued to nuzzle his bulge, whining as I did.

He just stared down at me, put his hand on my hooded head and pushed my face deeper into his crotch. “Fuck yeah, slave. You know you’re enjoying this… admit it.”

I moaned and nodded my head. I was on sensory overload and was really enjoying everything.

“You know you need this. Kept encased in leather, restrained and under my complete control.”

“Mmmmmmmmm” I nodded my head again and sucked on the gag as I pushed it against his cod piece.

He started running his hand over my head, “I want to control you… So I can be sure you’ll do whatever I want when I want. And you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, slave.”

I nod.

“I want to own you… Just as you are now as my leather bondage pet, hungry for my cock and to worship me.”

“Mmmmmmmm” I rub my face harder against his bulge.

“Wouldn’t you like that, pet?”

I whined and nodded my head again.

“Yeah? You think you’re you ready to be my slave then?”

I was so horned up at this point I’d agree to anything. I looked up at him and nodded my head.

He smiled. “Good boy.” He grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into his crotch fairly roughly, “Very good, slave.”

I just groaned and wiggled my head.

Then without warning he grabbed ahold of me and put me back up on my knees. “So, here’s what’s going to happen…You’re going to beg me to enslave you and tell me why; the control, leather, cock, worship, bondage, etc…. And it better sound convincing, got it, slave?”

I nodded my head as I took a moment to stare at him and look him over. Fuck! How I wanted to lick and chew on every part of his leather uniformed body.

He stepped right up in front of me, I of course pressed my face against his leather crotch and began moaning.

“This better be good, boy” He said as he reached for the gag buckle behind my head.

Once the gag was off, the words just started pouring out of my mouth…

“Please, Master I want you to enslave me… turn me into your leather bondage pet.”

He took a few steps back and started groping his crotch.

“Only you know how much I need to be completely controlled, encased, locked in leather and restrained. All I can think about is worshipping you, Master, your cock, your leather. I’ll do anything you want. You can do anything you want whenever you want, for as long as you want. I need this. I need you. I want to be owned by you. To be your slave. Please, Master, take me as your slave.”

He stood there for a second, “I don’t know slave…That didn’t sound very sincere, maybe we should wait a bit longer.”

What!? Was he kidding me? “No! Please, Master. I don’t want to wait any longer. I need this now. I’ll do anything. Please, Master.” If I wasn’t so damned horny I wouldn’t believe what I was saying was actually coming out of my mouth, but, there it was.

“Hmmm…” Again he just stood there like he was thinking something over, “I think I need a little more convincing… let’s just see how eager you are…” I got excited as he stepped up to me with his crotch only inches from my face.

I immediately leaned forward and attacked the leather bulge; licking, biting, kissing, sucking. I was so damned horny I was moaning and whining at the same time, “Thank you, Master.” I managed to say while slobbering all over the leather.

He starts messing with the hood - I wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, but wasn’t long before he pulled it off my head. He grabs my hair and pulls my head away and makes me watch as he starts unsnapping the leather cod piece.

“Fuck! Please, Master!” I wanted to taste his cock so badly.

“Please what, slave?” He continued to slowly unsnap it.

“I want your cock so bad.” I was licking my lips and practically drooling waiting for it.

“Yeah, slave? Is this why you want to be enslaved and kept bound up as you are now - So I can feed you my cock whenever I wanted?”

“Yes, Master. Please make me your slave.”

He pops the last snap and his cock flops out almost hitting me in the face. I try to jump at it, but he holds my head back. He then grabs ahold of it and waves around in front of me. “Kiss it!” He moves forward just enough that I can reach the head with my lips and give it a little kiss.

“Thank you, Master!”

“So tell me, slave, do you really enjoy being encased in all that leather?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, Master. Leather is such a huge turn on for me. I love the feeling of being covered in it head to toe, especially when I’m locked in it.”

He pushed his cock against my lips again, “Go ahead.” I kissed it. “So, you like being imprisoned in it, slave?”

“Yes, Master. It’s very hot not being able to take it off. Forced to wait for you to let me out.”

“Very good, slave.” Again he pushed his against my lips for me to kiss it. “You like being forced then, slave?”

“Oh, Yes, Master. Not having a choice excites me.”

“And how about bondage? You enjoy being kept restrained?”

“Yes, Master. I love being helpless, unable to do what I wanted. Kept dependent on you.”

“You’ll have all of that as my slave, understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He leaned again and started rubbing his cock on my face. “You want this cock, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If I let you have it and you take into your mouth, you are agreeing to let me enslave and own until I decide otherwise, understand?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Say it!” He ordered.

“By the action of sucking your cock, I agree to allow myself to become enslaved to you, for you to own and control, until you decide otherwise.”

“Very nicely said, slave.”

He leaned back a little so his cock was several inches away, then let go of my hair. I immediately leaned forward and swallowed it. “Very good, slave.” I heard him say as his cock throbbed in my mouth. “I accept your offer to be my slave…” He then pulled his cock out and started smacking my face with it.

I whined as I tried to lap at his cock whenever I could.

“It’s obvious you need and crave to be controlled, if being owned is what you desire, I’m more than happy to give you that.”

“Thank you, Master for enslaving me.”

“Thank you, slave”

I then felt the cod piece covering my crotch kick into high gear. I gasped. He took that opportunity to shove his cock back in mouth. It didn’t take much until I was on the verge of cumming, so I went to town on his cock hoping we might cum together. I was right on the edge when I felt his cock swell and then shoot down my throat. Right at the moment I also shot. I jerked and writhed and moaned and whined. I swallowed everything he dumped into me, although it was difficult with my mind completely on my own dick exploding into the damned device. Holy shit! Did that feel fucking awesome. I so needed that release. I was completely numb and spent.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me lick it clean. He picked up the hood and proceeded to lock it back on me along with the gag. He also grabbed the blindfold and locked that on as well. He grabbed me from behind and lifted me up and carried me, setting me down on my knees and pushing me forward until my torso was laying on the top of something with my limbs still hanging over. I knew it was his fuck bench. He unstrapped one limb at time and then secured it in place to the bench, before moving on to the next. Once he had me completely restrained, he removed the gag only to replace it with another larger gag that almost completely filled my mouth. Once it was tightly buckled, I found that I could no longer move my head. this was something new that I didn’t know he had, it must be connected to the bench. I then heard him tell me, “You relax here while I go take care of a couple of things, bitch.”

I didn’t like hearing being called a “bitch”, so I grunted as best I could, but he didn’t respond, so I assumed he left. He had me fairly well restrained - all I could move were my mitted hands and feet, but even they were somewhat limited. I tried to relax as best I could, but no longer being horny meant my mind was no longer in a state of fantasy, but now back to reality. All things I said about wanting to be enslaved by him felt surreal. It was as if I never actually said them and the fact of the matter was, I really wasn’t in my right mind at the time. He had me so horned up I couldn’t think straight. Hell, I couldn’t even remember half the stuff I said. As I waited and thought more about it, I convinced myself that this was all just a game he was playing. Like the other day when he had me in the sleep sack at my place. He seemed to enjoy the mind fucks and to be honest, I did as well. It added a hint of realism to the scene. Anyway, all that excitement was gone and I just wanted out and to go home. I tried grunting again a few times hoping he was still around and would understand I wanted something, but just as before nothing. So, there was nothing I could do except wait.

I couldn’t tell you how much longer it was before I felt that he had returned. I whined but didn’t get any kind of reaction from him. I could sense that he messing about with something in front of the hood before I felt him unlock and unbuckle the blindfold. With my head almost completely immobile, all I could do was look down, and what I saw was his iPad and on it xTube was loaded up. “Thought you might like this, bitch!” He laughed and then clicked on one of the videos. As it faded in from black I was shocked at what I saw, it was him and I when he first brought me down here this evening and got me restrained, standing spread-eagled. I grunted and yelled and thrashed around. I couldn’t believe he would do this!? I thought I was going to be sick, but as I continued to watch, I realized he blurred my face out. He smacked my ass, “Calm down, you’re not going anywhere, so just watch it. I’ll be back when it’s done.”

He was right of course, there was nothing I could do at this point in time anyway, so I settled down and began to watch his little home movie. As I did though I realized he had edited it and made it seem as though everything that happened was what I asked for. It showed me hard as rock and enjoying it. Moaning, begging, whining. There were different angles too. I didn’t even notice any cameras, how did he do that? There were even close ups of my face licking and chewing on his leather bulge like an animal. By the time it got to me begging him to enslave me, it really seemed completely sincere and honest. As if it was what I wanted and he was doing me a favor. After it ended I didn’t know what to think. A said before I was so horned I really didn’t remember half the stuff I said or did, but seeing it played back to me was a complete shock.

He returned a few minutes later, “Pretty hot, eh, bitch.”

I groaned.

“Well I thought so.” He moved the iPad and sat down in a chair so his crotch was in my view just a few inches away from my head. “As you could tell, your face was blurred out. But you’re smart and I’m sure you know I do have another version… and your face clearly visible.”

I groaned again.

“I’m also sure you understand the implications of that video as well? I decided this would be a great way to get you under my control after you were so horrified about having to wear the chastity device to work. I thought if that almost undetectable bit of kink made you that anxious and nervous, I imagined having evidence of you not only participating in a leather bondage slave scene, but also enjoying it and begging for more, would probably be life altering for you?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Would he really do that to me? I started to think about how I could possibly get out of this situation. Could I go to the police and say he’s blackmailing me? They would want the evidence, but they’d clearly see in the video it was something I was asking for.

“I wanna ask you a couple of questions though…” He reached under the part of the table where I was strapped to the gag and a moment later he slid the gag out of my mouth, but this still somehow left my head securely strapped in place.

I didn’t waste time wondering about it, I started pleaded, “Please, don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything, please don’t release that video. Please.” At that moment I felt a very sharp pain in my balls and I yelped.

“Stop your pathetic whining, bitch!” And again there was a sharp pain, I screamed. “That nifty cod piece I have locked over your crotch can also cause a lot of pain… What you just felt was the lowest setting, understand?”

I nodded my head as best I could, “Yes.” I yelped again when the pain hit my balls.

“Yes what, slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good, boy…” He started groping his crotch and I could see he was becoming aroused by this. “So tell me, bitch, what do you think you’d do if that video ever got out? Put online all over the place? Maybe sent directly to all your friends, family and coworkers?”

WTF!? I thought I was going to be sick, “Please don… Aaaaargh!” Another more intense shock to my balls.

“Answer the fucking question, bitch!” He yelled at me.

“I… I don’t know, Master… I would be too embarrassed to ever face them again and probably end up moving away and disappear.”

“That’s the answer I was hoping for, slave. I could just release that video as I said and just keep you captive here for the rest of your life - you wouldn’t have any where to go anyway. Right, slave?”

“Ye… Yes, Master.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way he could get away with doing that? Could he?

“However, I assume you don’t want to do that and want to maintain some sort of semblance of a normal life?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s what I want as well… but make no mistake, bitch, I own you now and I will control every aspect of your life. Understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master.” Fuck! There has to be a way out of this?

“I also want you to understand that I want you for myself and I want you to enjoy being my slave. I have no desire to embarrass or humiliate you in public or in private when others are around.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Good, slave.” He patted the side of my head and then pushed the gag back into my mouth and secured. He moved the iPad back into my view and started playing the video again this time it was not on a website, but was a local copy and it did indeed have my face clearly visible. A few moments later the cod piece kicked into action and it didn’t take too long before I was hard again. He smacked my ass, “I’ll leave you be for a while, to think about things.” He laughed as he walked away.

This time I was able to see the expressions on my face. There was no doubt I was in fact enjoying everything. In several shots you could feel the lust in my eyes. There was so much desire. There was no denying it. I would truly be screwed if this video ever go out. I tried to take my mind off of it and think about my current situation, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. That damned device continued to work my cock and balls over and over again and the movie eventually repeated itself, so I was forced to watch it again and again. The more I watched it, the hornier I got, the more I started to wonder if maybe I did want all of this? I tried to shake those thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t. My mind was being fucked over again. Seeing him in his leather uniform from an “outsiders” perspective just made me lust for him even more. He was so dominant and aggressive and incredibly hot.