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A New Beginning
by Jennifer
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Storycodes: M/f; F/f; D/s; costume; bond; cuffs; collar; chain; pet; club; toys; tease; stuck; maid; cell; oral; denial; climax; cons/reluct; X
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A New Beginning Jennifer M/f; F/f; D/s; costume; bond; cuffs; collar; chain; pet; club; toys; tease; stuck; maid; cell; oral; denial; climax; cons/reluct; X
 

For a while I had been trying to get my boyfriend interested into bdsm. I consider myself a domme, and have been one for years. I have always known any man I ended up with would have to be strong enough to deal with this. So about a year ago, I met Mark at a charity run. We started dating. I had considered myself at the least Bi up to this time, but things kept going better and better, and became much more serious. Finally we talked BDSM. I don’t know why, but subbing a little to him just felt right, and over time we tried things, but he was always a bit clumsy about it all.

So, my boyfriend comes and says he has a great "bondage theme’ costume for me this Halloween. A cat. So, silly me I said sure. Over the next week I got the costume ready, black shiny leotard dance top, black shiny stockings heels, leather mini, and of course ears and a tail. Finally, I added a gold link belt bracelet and anklet to show things off.

So, my sweetie shows up with a bag of stuff. First, is a killer pair of 5" heels with a really thick and wide strap. So, I sit down; kick my pumps off, and he sits next to me. He pats his lap and I put my feet on his thighs. He puts on one shoe, then the other, then next a large anklet, as he moves it I see it’s a belled anklet, like a belly dancer might wear. Between the heels clicking and that, I know every step I make people will be looking for where the sound is coming from. Finally he goes to his pocket and pulls out some small padlocks, and before I know it, two go on rings through each strap. OMG my heels are locked on! Now, I normally wear strap heels, but just the thought that I could not remove them until HE wanted gave me tingles.

Next he pulls out a pretty pink collar. I lift my hair, it slowly goes around my neck, and a bell on the front jingles. Another bell, DAMN!. I feel him work something through the hasp in back, there is a lock click. For my wrists, he pulls out two cat paw mitten looking things. He held one out and my hand slides in, and I have to make a tight fist to get all the way. Half confused, I let him do my other before really understanding what’s happening. He buckles them tight. I look at my "paws" My hands are useless. The mittens are much thicker than I thought, and I cannot unball my fingers at all!. I try to use one on the other, but its no use, I can only feel my knuckles.

I start to protest I am not sure I like this. "Shhhhhhh kitties don’t talk, open up", as he holds my hands down as I tried to reach up. In his other hand, is a bright pink ball gag. I close my mouth. This is too much! Yeah I agreed to the cat in bondage thing, but not this! I shake my head no, step back, and my bells make all sorts of noise. I actually giggle. OK, maybe its not so bad, I’ll play along. I open my mouth, the ball slides in, and he buckles it tight. "OK my Kitten, I am going to go change, sit and be a good girl till I get back".

So, I look at myself, the shoes, the tall heels the locks on the ankle straps keeping them on my feet. my legs, my "paws" that a minute ago were my hands, and then I see the keys to my locks on the table. I reach down, and try several ways to pick them up. All I can do is push them around the table!!!!! That bastard! He left those in view on purpose. I reach a mitten up, maybe I can use my teeth to undo one of the wrist straps, but the damn ball in my mouth prevents it ! I reach back but no way in hell the damn mittens will let me do anything with the gag strap I really start to understand. I can’t speak, use my hands, and in these shoes I am not running anywhere that is for sure! I really almost am his little kitty tonight.

After a few minutes, I started to panic. I really was stuck! But it passed and about that time Mark came back. He did look great. Dressed in a very good looking police uniform. God he looked good! "Just a couple more things and kitty is ready" "morpmhh"? I tried to say through the gag. He pulled out a simple clip, had me stand, moved my hands behind my head, and did a complete "frisking". I could have exploded right there. He moved my hands behind me and connected the rings on the wrist of my mittens. I tried to pull them apart, but of course, there was no way. Then he pulled out a leash. A chain pet leash with a pink leather loop on one end, clipped it to the ring on the front of my collar, and stated to pull me through the house to the garage door. I was his little pet, on his leash, following like a good little kitten.

We go to his truck, and he has to almost pick me up to get into it. Puts my seatbelt on, and yet another way I am bound, as I can’t even un-do that to get off the truck seat!. All to the drive to the party, I am fighting with my wrist cuffs; he runs his hand up and down my thigh serveral times, and it drives me crazy. I am wondering how I am going to hold out till we get back home.

We get to the club after only a few minutes its pretty close, and I am a bit worried. I am not sure I want to be paraded around like this. He comes around, opens my door helps me slide down to the ground. He reaches behind me pulls my wrists a bit, and asks if, "kitty wants her little paws unhooked"? UMMHMMMM I nod and try to talk through my gag. Its almost humiliating, one finger free and I could do it myself, if not for these damn paw-mittens, but with my hands in them, its hopeless. Two seconds later, I feel the clips open, and I can move my hands apart. Almost out if reflex I reach up to my gag, looking at him pleadingly. UUMMPPPHHHH!!!!. "Ok kitten, but that will cost you later" I nod, I don’t care, I don’t want to go into a club gagged, the leash will be bad enough.

It was I guess a typical Halloween bar party. Between the leash and bells, I felt like every man in the place was looking. After a while we went to the bar, and ordered a couple drinks, when the waitress, (also in a cat costume) came back, I went to grab my drink and remembered my "paws". My boyfriend looks at her and says that he is afraid his kitty will need a straw. I blushed, I rubbed my hands together, its hard to believe how helpless all this makes a girl feel.

He takes his end of the leash, and fastens it around a rail at the bar. "Please look after my kitty, I’ll be back later"

"Sure thing officer" the waitress says, smiling at me as he walks off.

I’m horrified. I'm in the middle of a bar, dressed like a sex-starved cat, next to helpless, and now he leaves??! I pull at my leash, but it does not come lose. I shake my head, somehow thinking the leash will come off, but all I do is make my bell jimgle. I try to release the chain from the rail, but I can't so anything with the paw-mittens. it feels like forever but its prob for about 30 seconds, when the waitress comes back, puts her arm around my waist as askes if "kitty has a problem".

"Yes" I reply, "do you think you can undo this for me, I can't use my hands, and my date left for a while".

"WOW"! she says taking my paw in her hands "those are so totally cool! I guess you can’t do much huh" she smiles at me, running her hand from the loop at the bar half way up my leash.

"No, can you please undo me?" I say, looking at the chain keeping me here.

She shakes her head "No, kitty, I’m sorry, your officer asked us to look after you, so we need to make sure you stay here to be safe"

I almost panic, I stand up take a step back and my leash –chain snaps tight.

"There there kitty, come back sit down. We can’t have you hurt yourself" as she put her arm around my waist.

How the hell can she be so casual about this? But what choice do I have? I let her guide me gently back to the barstool. Over the next few minutes, needless to say, I get hit on a lot, I ask the guys to let me free from my leash, but each time the waitress or bartender tells them to leave things be. I can feel the people staring at me. But, I did finish my drink and get a few more free that guys bought, not a total loss I guess. The waitress would ask a question or two when she came by, how did we come up with the idea? how it felt to be like this? but being so busy she could not talk as much as she wanted. It did get me thinking about all this.

About 15 min later she came back and sat down, "Break time", she said. I felt her take my leash, Yes! Finally, I can get loose of this! Instead she pulled me by the chain close to her and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I guess it was the feeling of not being along anymore, but I leaned in and gave her a real kiss back. "I always wanted to do that, but I think I would like to be on your side of things more" she said, running her hand along the leash chain.

"Well, its fun, but drawbacks too" I said as I pulled on my leash till it got tight.

"Yeah, kitty is kinda stuck till your Master comes for you I guess."

Master, I had never felt that way before, but it sure fit for tonight!

"Hey, let me try something", and she moves my hands behind me and quickly snaps then together again. WHAT THE HELL!!! She puts a finger to my lips, giggles, "Isn’t this fun!" she says. "Now, stay still and don’t draw more attention, I am sure lots of people would love to come play with a helpless kitten".

I think about yelling for help, but its Halloween. Most would think its part of the role, and I admit, the idea of all this, and the drinks, had my head more than a bit spinning. I feel her hand run along my legs and her boot run up and down my calf gently. Then she pulls me close, side to side, and says if master doesn’t appreciate a sexy cat to play with, to come back after work and we will take turns with the toys. With that, she gives another kiss and says she has to get back to work, but please come back sometime and walks off; leaving my hands stuck behind me again.

After probably 10 minutes more, Mark returns. By now I am furious about being left like this! I want this to stop, but, I am also about half drunk at this point. He asks the barmaid if I was any trouble? She says mostly no, but she kept talking to the guys to get loose, so we had to do her hands again to keep her out of more trouble!

"Bad Kitty! maybe she needs her gag again?"

No, no no I think I shake my head, the bell jingles, and softly say, "No kitty is sorry. But kitty also has a problem, kitty has to go to the bathroom!" Now, if you have never been bound, you know how it feels to have to ask for permission or worse, help? He just smiles.

"Ok Kitten, let me see your hands. They have to be so sore by now". And they were, close to 3 hours without moving your fingers, they were sore. The only good thing was being able to sit so long so my feet were ok! Anyway, he takes the mittens off. OMG it felt great. Then hands me a small bag, to do my business, and I will know what to do with the bag. …..

I fumble to the bathroom, holding my leash in one hand, ankle chain singing as I walk. Ladies will understand that getting out of this kind of outfit with your fingers beyond numb is a lot more difficult than you would think. I open the bag, and inside is an egg vibe, and a note to set it to low, and put it where it belongs before returning, and to hurry. Kinky bastard, I thought to myself, but, ok. So far the night has been fun, and nothing really serious has happened, and at least the damn gloves are gone, so why not. As I get dressed again, I understand just how tight a leotard can be down there, and how much further the egg is gonna be pressed in. I have of course played with vibes a LOT, but never "out and about", the sensation took some getting used to, and the heels were not helping.

I walk out and he is outside the bathroom door, with a bunch of chains in his hand. A small crowd had gathered around by now. "Turn around spread your legs; face the wall!" he said, just as a cop would. I turn and he puts his hand around my waist, and gently kisses my neck. Can you say goosebumps? Then my hands are behind me, and I feel leather cuffs being locked on, but its too heavy, a chain leads down to a set of ankle cuffs, that are promptly locked on my ankles.

People in the bar start to cheer! I start to complain, and the pink gag I had not seen in his hands is promptly shoved in my mouth again. He smiles, and says he told me I would owe him later. I glare at him, and am warned to calm down, I start to curse from behind my gag and he pulls out a small remote, he presses a button and my egg goes into overdrive! I lean back against the wall, my hands trying to somehow reach around as if I could do something about it with everything I had on!

Of course the crowd loves it. The waitress comes over, smiling. She thanks him for being allowed to help, and the big tip, then walks over, gives me another kiss on the cheek, and smiles. She whispers in my ear that I sure feel like I am having a good time, and to come back with our toys on a slower night. I can hardly stand. I have been aroused all night, now the egg going full out while trying to stand in chains! I am torn between 'Please god don’t make me cum in front of everyone, and let me cum now!' God what is happening to me?

I finally feel the egg turn back down. Now it’s just torture, I was so close, now it’s just teasing me again. What evil bastard thought up this thing? With that, my Master, which I am seeing him more and more as with the evening going on, takes my leash, and leads me to the door with more than a few whistles and cat calls. Once in the parking lot I try and stop and pull against the leash. Ok, enough is enough, we went to the bar, he had his fun showing off his pet, but I want out of this. I fight against my cuffs, pulling back on the leash again, trying to jerk it out of his hands.

He tugs, and I fight it again, without saying word the buzzing in my pussy shots back up. I pull as hard as I can on the damn leash. He sighs, walks over, and gives me a very hard smack on my ass. I yelp into the ball in my mouth. He pulls the leash till I am looking up at him. I stand there teetering on my heels, almost shivering from the buzzing under my skirt. He says very slowly and firmly that I am his, and I will be a good kitty, or will be punished. When he asks if I understand, I nod and manage a weak "ummhmmph" and follow along again, almost falling over from the exhaustion of fighting my own body’s urges to cum right there.

We reach the truck, and I can’t take it anymore, I am so close, and suddenly, the egg turns down again. "Nnoommlhhhh!!!!", I glare at him, I pull on my cuffs. I was soooooo close!

"Aw, poor kitty, when master says you may cum, you may. Not before. I want my kitty ready when we get home, and this is so much fun, don’t you agree kitten?" He reaches his hand under my skirt. God I’m soaking. He rubs me over the tight dance top, I try to grind my mound into his hand, I so want to cum. "I see you are enjoying it Kitten."

"yummhh meeesteerrrr" I actually find myself trying to say. God I must have turned 4 shades of red right there. He rubs harder and I feel the eggs moving and buzzing, I moan, it feels so good, Please! I think just get home and fuck my brains out!

He stops and laughs as I try to follow his hand with my hips as he pulls it away. The drive home seems like hours, and we pull in. I am a barrel of sexual frustration; I have to do something to encourage him to get to the bedroom. When he releases the seat belt, I shake it off my chest and move put my head in his lap. He is rock hard, and I'm glad to see he is enjoying this as much as me! I press the ball against him, pushing down, getting a moan from him. Back and forth I rub the ballgag against him. Come on, take this off, I’ll suck you off and fuck me right here! He leans back for a few seconds, then takes my long hair in his hand and pulls me away. "Such at eager kitten, Soon, but not yet". With that he sits me up, and a blindfold goes over my eyes.

I’m lead by my leash to our bedroom. As I stand the egg is still going, (damn long life batteries). He moves behind me, and slowly unzips the back of my top. I feel him un-hook one of my wrist cuffs, and he slides that half of my top off before moving my arm behind my head. He then does the same to my left hand. I feel my top slide down, the cool air feels so good and my nipples are more than rock hard. Then my legs. The chain between is released and I step out of my top, then the cuffs are connected tighter leaving me standing exposed in just my tights and heels. I pull at my arms, but of course, nothing gives.

He rubs my shoulders; his hands reach around and cup my breasts. Pinching them some. "So kitten, you had some bondage fun tonight. Now, for this weekend, I hope you like feeling owned. These are mine!" he says pinching my nipples and I yelp. "So is this", feeling my soaking wetness between my legs. I sigh, leaning back into him. "So is this" he says as a hard smack lands on my ass, and another. I squeal into my gag, fighting to not move my hands. He has never spanked me before, and I am shocked. Again his hand lands on my ass, then a gentile rub before another. "This is fun, I can get used to this!" a few more smacks and he is done. I am shocked, and actually in a happy way. He goes back to the feeling and groping. Moving his hands over my body. Seeing how I react.

Finally, he moves me to the bed. Gently laying me down on my back, he connects my wrists to a chain at the headboard. Then I hear and feel him unlocking my heels. He gently rubs my feet. Then slides my tights off, finally securing each ankle to the bottom bedposts. "I’m going to change, you relax", as the egg shoots up to a medium setting. I hear him in the bathroom, probably changing. I roll around trying to get lose, trying to roll over to get enough pressure for the vibe to get me off. I am sure I looked desperate, or worse, trying to find a way to grind my hips into the mattress, but after hours of frustration I need to cum so bad! I am so distracted it takes me a while to hear him giggle. The egg clicks off, and I feel his hand move down. "There kitten, I don’t think we need this anymore", and gently slides it out and them moves over the top of me.

I’m blindfolded, but I know what is coming. He unbuckles my gag, and with a plop takes it from my mouth. I stretch and lick my lips. He stops, and asked how I am doing. I reply that "Masters Kitten is just fine". I lean forward/up as much as the chain on my wrists let me till my arms are stretched tight feeling his tip against my lips. I take my time. I can’t do much like this, but I sure can tease for everything tonight before helping him get off I think to myself.

He grabs me by my leash, forcing me to look up. "You don’t cum till I do kitten!" Where did this side of him come from? I get back to work much more eagerly this time. In the end, we made love like never before. It was amazing. Finally, he released my wrists and ankles. We laid for a while, not saying much, then showered and went to bed. What an amazing night I thought, as I wondered about tomorrow, forgetting the collar and chain still at my neck…..

* * *

I woke up the next morning. It was Saturday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I was sore, happy, confused, you name it. As I stretched but Mark was not in bed, and listened to the bells on my anklet and bracelet that we had not taken off last night. I felt my neck and remembered my collar, also still locked on from last night. Ok I thought, let me get up, get this off, and go to make breakfast. I started to roll out of bed, but something was not right. I sat up, and felt a weight at my neck. It was a chain, again locked to the collar ring. I took it in my hand, sat up and followed it towards the bottom of the bed. When I reached where it should have stopped, (judging from the night before) an extra chain was attached, going down to where it was locked to the bottom bedpost. SHIT@@!! I pulled, then harder, but we have a thick, 4 post bed, and a lock is a lock. As I look around the bedroom, I see a note on the dresser by the bathroom door. I roll (jingle) off the bed, and walk over and pick up the card.

"Good morning kitten. I said you were mine for the weekend, not just last night. In the top left drawer you will find your outfit to start today. FIRST: Your leash will reach the bathroom. Text me when you read this, and you then have an hour to shower, and do your make-up and hair as I like. Then and only then go to the dresser. I will be waiting. I expect you to wearing everything in the top dresser drawers from left to right. Don’t take longer or disappoint me in your appearance or you will be punished. It’s going to be a fun day.

Master……….

P.S. if you want this to stop, text me "STOP" and I will be up right away release you, and we will have a wonderful normal day. Mark"

"Master"….. The word rolled around in my head again. How long had I waited for this? How long had I wanted him to step outside the box and try this? I played with the chain. I tried to reach the bedroom/hallway door, but came up just short. I loved the feeling of the chain and collar at my neck. I let the leash stay taught for a few seconds, playfully fighting it, and then took a step back. And read the note again. "Master" I thought to myself again….

Deep breath, hold, huge sigh. I picked up my cell. "Master, Kitten is awake, I will be waiting in one hour". I put it down and walked to the bathroom. He clearly had measured everything. I could just reach the back and into the shower. I tried to hurry. (and yes, that little bells kept doing their thing if you are wondering). If you think about it, an hour is not a lot of time for a girl to get ready. I blew dry my hair, and started my makeup. SHIT 20 minutes left! I went out, opened the drawer. Inside was a black bra/thong-panty/garter/seamed stockings set. And the locking 5" heels from the night before with the locks. *sigh* my feet were still sore. I put everything on very carefully, making sure everything was smooth, the seams were straight, everything perfect. Then in the next drawer was a very cute, very SHORT French Maids outfit. Classic, black, shirt fluffy sleeves, showing a lot of cleavage and ending inches above the stocking tops. I dressed quickly. 10 minutes. Then opened the other drawer.

Inside were a bright, shiny chrome 5 piece collar, cuff and anklet set. With chains connecting everything, and a short note. I was to put this on, and then and only then remove by existing collar, the keys to the leash chain were there, and transfer my leash to the new one.

I first put on the collar, it was a tight fit under the pink one I still had on. Then the ankle chains, and found I had about 18" between them, then my wrist, with about 12" of freedom. I found that I had to move my wrists to waist level to get them on, because of the chain that ran from the collar to my wrists to my ankles. I took a minute to see how much I could still move, and then remembered the collar. I took out the keys and reach up, and my hands stopped well short, I found if I moved my feet close together, I could almost reach my neck but nowhere near behind to undo the lock. I struggled a bit. Then, I thought if I sat, I would have more slack. I did, and put my head down almost to the floor with my ass up in the air and finally got the lock to release, and took off my pink kitty collar I had on from when I got dressed the day before. It fell to the ground with a loud combination of chain and bell. I reached out with my cuffed hands, unlocked the leash, and reached up, and obediently clicked the lock shut on my new slave collar.

Just then his voice behind me said, "5 minutes late, but the show was more than worth it. It was so nice seeing your ass up like that trying to do what you had been ordered Kitten." I turn to face him, letting my leash run over my shoulder and down my back, still kneeling and looking down. "This one is sorry Master," trying to get into the role. "She did the best she could, and I sorry I failed your orders."

"We will address that later, let’s do downstairs". "Yes sir, I smiled". He then ordered me to stand up and come to him. As I did so, he stepped back. I followed, feeling the leash start to come off the ground, but I was ordered to follow. Just before it got tight he stopped. Good, stand still. Clever, he had me walk and pull the leash up off the ground so he would not have to bend down to reach it. He unlocked it where he had connected the extra chain to the bed, and lead me out of the bedroom to the hallway by my collar. I fought at the leash a bit. I did not like being lead like this, like a pet, even alone with him it would take some getting used to.

I followed him down the hallway, it was hard to walk with the heels and chains connected, and I stumbled a few times. Not enough to really trip, and he did not turn around, just keeping a steady pace and making me keep up with him on our way to the main part of the house.

We got to the living room, and I see he had breakfast laid out on the coffee table. He walked to the couch, and I went to sit down next to him, but he pulled me by the collar to the floor beside him. "Slaves kneel beside their masters, not sit next to them without permission". I sighed, enough for him to hear, and slowly knelt, but not fast enough as he pulled down on my collar again. "There, much better my pet"

I went to reach for something to drink from the table, but my chains caught my wrists well short. I wondered how I am going to do anything. "Sit still Kitten", for the first time I noticed he had not used my name at all today. It was Pet, slave, kitten…. Words to remind him, and me, of my status, and it was starting to have an effect. He took a glass of juice with a straw, and let me take a drink, and then fed me some fruit. The rest of breakfast was like this. Me kneeling and watching him eat, or waiting to be fed. He would play and make me stretch my neck and lips to reach what he decided to feed me, and I was getting more and more into it as it went along. And, more under his control.

After we were done he told me to gather the dishes and take them to the kitchen. "Really?" I thought, but ok. I got to my feet with a lot of noise and took some things out after a few trips back and forth. I played it up, trying to move as sexy as I could, bending so he could see down my top of the costume and such. The way I was chained, I had to move my feet together to manage to get the dishes on the counter. I came back for another trip, and as I bent down to pick up the rest, I got a sharp smack on my ass *crack!* "OUCH! I yelped.

"Damn you look hot in your little maid outfit kitten", he said. "Now be quiet and do the dishes like a good girl". As I walked by I got another smack. I guess he felt my butt cheeks had to match on how they stung. I squeaked this time, but kept as quiet as I could as I went to the kitchen.

'Ok... slaves do chores, so, I’ll play along', I thought to myself. Then, I discovered a new problem. Chained as I was, it was a real pain to reach everything! I had to keep my feel close together to get enough slack to reach up to the sink (at least the high heels helped a bit), and lower my neck to get enough slack that way to get things done.

I did not exactly hurry, and as I went on I started to fight with the chains more and more. Finally, when I was done, I tried to slip my wrists free. Not that it would have done a lot of good with my collar and ankles chained, but I had reached the point I wanted out.

"OK, I can see my pet needs a time out, come along, I have a surprise for you," Master said as he took my leash in his hand and gave a sharp pull. I did not know what he had planned, but I was pretty sure I would not like it. I pulled back with my neck, I tried to reach up out of reflex with my wrists to grab my leash-chain, but being still chained to my ankles I did not come close. I tried to step backwards. I knew I had no chance to keep him from pulling me where he wanted to take me, but I did not want to go without a fight. I felt another sharp pull at my throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to take a quick step forward. As I did, my ankle chains pulled tight, almost making me trip. Master chuckled a "now come along pet" and led me towards the garage.

As we got to the small storage closet just before the garage, he opened the door, Inside was a new one, very much like a cell door. He opened it before I could take a good look, and pulled me inside. The closet was about 6ft deep, and 3ft wide. With an air vent on top. Otherwise he had pretty much stripped it empty. When he pulled me to the back, he took my leash, and used a snap hook to attach it to a very sturdy eye-bolt that he had added about eye level to the very back wall. "There, that should do" he said as he smiled..

"When did you do all this?" I meekly asked.

"Oh, I have had the idea for a while kitten, I wanted you to have a room all your own here." He turned to walk out, and I slowly followed about half way. He really built a cell in his house for me. I thought. He’s really going to leave me here……. "but……."

"No buts... no arguments unless of course you want a gag also"

"No sir’ I said.

"Good" he said as he smiled and shut the door, and I could hear a lock shut. He turned, "Oh, here, I will hang the keys to your door and chains here, in case you want out," as he put them on a hook on the other side of the hall from the cell door. "Have fun kitten, I will be back later when you have learned to behave."

I half called out after him, then stopped. He would not have come back, and probably would have liked that anyway. I sighed, and looked around. I walked back and looked at the hook at the wall. I tried to reach up, but with my hands chained to my waist, I did not come close to reaching the simple snap hook he used to attach my leash. I jerked at my chains in frustration. I then walked to the door, as I got close, my leash got tight. I could just get my hands around the bars. It seemed he used some type of metal pipe for the bars, and 2x4’s for the frame, with a couple more going across and the bars through them. I stretched my fingers around the bars, and pulled. It hardly gave, I strained at my cuffs, getting as good of a grip as I could, and pulled, again, then harder. I wanted out of this little cell. Nothing. I kicked the bottom of the door with my shoe in frustration causing a nice jingle from my ankle chains.

I walked back and forth a few times, trying to look out the door. But all I really could see was straight across the hall. I stared at my keys on the little hook. "Bastard" I thought. I pulled at my leash, I again strained at my wrist cuffs. Tried to slip my hands out again. Nothing gave of course . Its amazing how something as tiny as a lock key can keep you so secure. It’s also cruel to put the keys to your freedom so close and so far away at the same time. I was tired, I had been in these damn locked heels all morning and the night before and my feet were feeling it. I went to sit down, and found that to try and sit, I had to get closer to the wall. To lay down I would have to be almost directly under the hook! I walked back to the wall, until my leash hung down, I took it in my hands and I pulled. Hard. I wanted to get out of something. Just free of one thing he had come up with. Have that much of a moral victory. But it did not even budge

I finally sat down. I felt even more owned, even more like his property, by having to get closer and closer to the back wall to relax. I looked at my outfit. There was no noise. No distractions. Just me and my thoughts. I considered how I was dressed now. Dressed as HE wanted. I looked at my wrists, then chain going to my ankles, and now that I was sitting I could reach up and feel my collar. My Slave collar as I thought of it. I listened to the sounds the metal made as I moved. I looked up at where the leash was connected to the wall again. Rocking my head back and forth and watching the chain move. The new door, knowing I was stuck.

Deep down, I knew he would never hurt me, I knew if I wanted this to stop, it would. No matter how much he enjoyed me like this. No matter how much fun he was having. In my head I started to enjoy how I was. I gently moved my hands along the cuffs at my wrists. I laid my head on the carpet of the closet. (Until now I never even noticed the new, soft carpet he put down!). I almost fell asleep, thinking about everything. Now and then I would look out at my keys, and smile. So close…. So far away…...

I am not sure how long it was, but I could hear him come down the hallway. I got up to my knees and knelt, and got as close to the door as the leash would allow in that position, I stayed there, knees spread, hands on my knees, and looking to the floor. In my head something had changed. He wanted a slave for the weekend, or longer. He was going to get the best one he could ever dream of!

He came to the door, and I could hear him smile. "So, has kitten learned her lesson"

"Yes, sir, she has", I said, "and she also thanks your for her new room Sir".

"Do you like it?"

I shrugged, "I am sure it will be very useful and effective when you feel it’s needed Sir" I said.

"Good girl, Stand up and come along." As he went to unhook my leash from the wall.

"Sir?" I asked

"Yes kitten"?

"Sir, may your kitten thank you for coming back and not making her wait here alone any longer?" He looked half confused for a second, as I looked at him, his belt and back and smiled.

"Such a good girl!!, I may have to lock you in your room more often!" he said as he started to undo his belt. I tried to move a bit closer, I think he enjoyed watching me stretch against the leash to reach him. I reached out and finished undoing his jeans, and pulled them down with my cuffed hands. He was rock hard, harder than I could ever remember even during sex! I kissed his tip gently, and used my tongue to run underneath. It actually felt exciting to fight my collar to do this. As if it was not my idea, like I was free to do anything and it was not really me. He came closer, and I took him in all the way. I reached up taking him in my cuffed hands. I wanted to make his knees buckle. I thought here is just a little payback, making him stand while I gave him the best blowjob of his life while he had to stand!! I felt him strain as I worked on him, his happy moans made me smile, I loved the feel of his hands on my hair pulling me close. When he came I struggled to keep him in. I remember thinking slaves do this happily as he came inside my mouth. And I was sure to kiss and lick him more after he was done.

I again knelt as I had, hands on my knees, looking down, as I listen to him try and collect himself. He put his hand under my chain and lifted it to look up at him. "That was amazing kitten, you seem to be enjoying this more".

"Your slave is pleased you are happy, Master". And I smiled, and winked, (just so he knew I was all right). He reached over, and I felt him unhook my leash from the wall. FINALLY! I thought, as I could move away from the wall again. Its amazing how even getting a little freedom back, even while still chained, can feel so good.

He lead me back to the living room. Sat on the couch, and had my lay beside him with my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair, ran his hand over my body. Helping me relax. "I know you are aroused kitten, but you are not to touch yourself today until I say you may." Oh god! Its been how long, I just gave him the best head ever, and I have to hold out god knows how much longer!? "A slave waits until master says its time kitten" I sighed he was right. I was his.

"yes, of course Master" I said soiftly.

After a while he stood up, I rolled over, looking as sexy on the couch as I possibly could and up at him. "I need to leave for a bit Kitten".

Ok, let me sit up and take this stuff off me and I will do some house work while he’s gone. I stood, and he took the keys out of his pocket. It would be so nice to be free of this stuff after today and last night!. He released the leash chain from my collar, then for some reason released the connecting chain from my ankles next . I held out my wrists to him, but...

"I’ve got a better idea" he said. "Turn around, back to me Kitten".

I slowly did, I felt him unzip my skirt, letting it fall off my hips. He then took the loose portion of the chain, and put it around my waist, and through my legs! He had turned that part into a crotch-chain. I pulled my hands, and it pulled the front of the chain right into my pussy! Every time I stretched to grab or clean anything it was going to send more sensations right through me now!

"Wait, what!!, you can’t leave me like this!!" I protested.

"Ok kitten, you asked for this". He pulled a ballgag with a rubber panel from his pocket and told me to open.

"Wait, if you gag me hommphhhhhhhh"! My words got cut off as the ball went behind my teeth. "MMPHHHH!!!!!!!!" I pulled hard at my wrists in protests, with only made things worse.

"Kitten, I can’t have you chatting on the phone all day when you have work to do, can I? Besides, if anything happens, you can call, I am pretty sure I will know it’s you!" he laughed. "grrrpmmhhhhhh!" I growled. He turned me around, ran his hands over me, then bent down and slowly pulled up my mini-skirt, finishing with a sharp smack to my ass. EEKkmmphhhh! I squealed. "You get busy cleaning, I will be back soon. "

Ok, this was not part of the deal. Yeah, play with him here is fun but not this! I squealed behind my gag again. I pulled at my cuffs, I wanted out. "I know you want out but you look so cute, besides some alone-time like this will be good for you. I won’t be long." with that he left.

When the door closed, I got mad. I tried again anything I could think of to try and get lose, I tried to reach up to the gag. trying my trick from earlier of kneeling down but this time my hands were too close to my waist. DAMMIT!!!! I shouted though the gag! I was breathing heavily. All the pulling was making the crotch chain rub more and more, and that was even another distraction.

Another sigh, then my cell dinged a text…. "Kitten, stop fighting your chains, and get busy, I would hate to have to punish you for not getting your work done". That ass! I played with the wrist cuffs a little more, but they were not coming off. Well, I thought, I was dressed as a maid, and Saturday afternoons were my housework time, so ok. It sucks, but ok. I started the chores, couple loads of laundry, some dusting, and it was actually kinda fun and different. I could not wait for him to get home though, I was getting more and more "frustrated".

I worked for a bit more, and then the doorbell rang. Shit! Then again. *knock knock*. Please go away I thought,,, I can't answer like this!!!! Then another knock. I stood in the living room, almost afraid to move and be seen through a window. Then the sound of a doorknob turning.

"HELLO? " "girlfriend, where are you hiding" a familiar girls voice called out……

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