FFC-007 Heaven and Hell on Earth

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Heaven and Hell on Earth

The week had not gone well, it had been busy at work and he had had enough, so he had taken Friday afternoon off. He had no plans for the weekend yet, so first some grocery shopping. Lost in thoughts about his work and the past week, he stood on the escalator going up from the car park. When he reached the top he forgot to put his foot back on solid ground, so he stumbled and landed hard on his knees on the tiled floor of the entrance hall of the Albert Hein. He felt eyes watching him.

“Already on your knees for me”, he heard her say mockingly.

Looking down on him

He was confused for a moment. Sore knees, an unknown woman who was being so condescending towards him and then that remark. He was just about to answer back when a hand with sharp black-lacquered nails and fingers generously adorned with all kinds of large silver rings disappeared under his head. He felt two nails firmly grip his chin and almost pierce the skin. His gaze was slowly directed by the nails under his chin towards his hand, where he noticed shiny black high heels, one of which, her right foot, she placed on his left hand.

She didn't press hard enough to make him scream out in pain, but hard enough to pin his hand to the ground so that he couldn't get away. Then his head was slowly pulled upwards. As a result he slowly looked up and saw that the feet led up to the firm calves and legs of someone who was well used to walking on high heels. The long legs disappeared under a black leather skirt that reached just above her knee.

On top of that she wore a white blouse with the last buttons undone, giving a view of a pair of firm breasts wrapped in a black leather bra. He smelled a whiff of sultry, sweet perfume that suited her but was intoxicating.

Bossy

Above all this was her face, and it had something bossy about it. That probably came from her black-rimmed, bright blue eyes that stood out against her blonde ringlets. She looked down at him and scanned him from head to toe. At 52, in his comfortable polo that somewhat hid his belly, jeans, trainers and glasses on his nose, he didn't look like anything special. Still, he thought he saw the corners of her red-lipsticked mouth rise for a moment and a twinkle come into her eyes, only to quickly sink back into a somewhat sterner look.

Her eyes stayed on his and she looked at him intently. He wanted to turn his head away, but she still held it with her nails in his chin at the spot she wanted. Just as he was about to lower his eyes he heard her say: “You'll do for now. Get a shopping trolley and follow me if you want to have a special afternoon that you'll never forget”. She moved her foot and gave his hand its freedom back.

Bewildered

He stayed sitting there bewildered for a moment until she slowly began to pull him up with her nails and he had no other choice than to stand up. Her fingers let go of him and she broke the eye contact she had maintained all that time, turned around and walked towards the shop, leaving him dumbfounded. The click-clack of high-heeled shoes, her hip-swaying behind, it had a hypnotic effect on him and without realising it he had already automatically picked up a trolley and followed her into the shop. He was following her, but where to….?

And why….? Who is that blonde woman with ringlets….? And who does she think she is…? And who does she think he….

Sultry voice

Suddenly she stopped in the middle of the shop and he almost bumped into her. With a jerk she turned around and looked him straight in the eye. For a few seconds they stood in a staring contest to see who would look away first. Just as he was about to look away, a triumphant little smile formed around her mouth again. She handed him a note and with a sultry yet urgent voice she said: “You have 5 minutes to get all the groceries, exactly as described, and come to the checkout.

Don't be late because that will have consequences”. She turned around and walked towards the tills, where she started talking to a good-looking young man and seemed to be flirting.

The shopping list

He watched her go for a moment and then remembered the list and looked at it:

2 Bolsius rustic candles ivory 13cm
Seedless white grapes
Nivea Sun Invisible daily fluid spf50+
Président Brie 60+
AH wooden clothes pegs
A large piece of ginger
Zomerkoninkjes
AH lighter flex
Campina whipping cream, generous size
A knife
2 organic cucumbers
Plastic champagne glass

Running through the shop

He got the fright of his life, she had said 5 minutes, he would have to run because he would never make it. He quickly ran through the shop to gather everything. Of course it was on the list in such a way that he had to keep crossing the whole shop. When he noticed that, he tried to combine things so that he would lose less time. In his frantic search he almost bumped into a woman, who glared at him and swore that he should watch out and what on earth he thought he was doing!

Humiliated he walked on, he didn't take time to react, he had to hurry. Out of breath he arrived at the tills and she was already looking at him reproachfully while pointing at her watch and then holding up 2 fingers. Shit, 2 minutes late, what would that mean for him now? His thoughts raced in all directions, but she was already calling him to order; “pay and follow me to the exit”, she said curtly, “and hurry up, we have more to do!”

Pay up!

He stood there looking flabbergasted, did he have to pay for all of this as well? He hadn't counted on that. The cashier had already scanned everything and asked him to pay €51,46. He was a little shocked, but quickly took his debit card from the card holder in his trouser pocket and paid, grumbling. “Have a nice afternoon!”, the cashier smiled cheerfully. She held the receipt just a little longer than necessary, so that he looked up at her and she gave him a wink.

What on earth was happening to him, had the temperature in all the women's heads risen or something? This never happened to him otherwise. “Have a nice afternoon”, he said quickly and walked with the bag of groceries towards the exit. He already saw her standing there, waiting impatiently for him.

Dirty bastard!

When he came walking up to her, out of nowhere there was a slap from her right hand that landed hard on his left cheek. “I saw you flirting, you dirty bastard”, she said loudly through the hall. He hadn't expected it and hadn't seen the blow coming. His cheek glowed red and he opened his mouth to say something when she took a step forward and snapped at him in a whisper: “If I were you I'd restrain myself and focus on the tasks I give you.

For the rest, forget everything around you. Is that understood?!” He nodded quickly, after which she rubbed her cool hand over his red cheek for a moment and said: “Good, follow me and me alone and you will have the afternoon of your life, I promise you. If not, leave now and you will never see me again” Before he could say anything she turned around and he…. He followed her out of the shop.

But why? Who was this mysterious woman who steamrollered over him as if he didn't exist. Yes, she looked seductive, but not exactly the type he would fall for and yet…. He followed her as if he couldn't do anything else.

Pommery Brut Rosé

The very next shop was a Gall & Gall where she walked straight up to the shop assistant and asked for a bottle of Pommery Brut Rosé from the fridge. When the assistant came back with the bottle and the bill, she looked at him again and said: “You pay again!”

Before he could say anything she had already walked out of the shop again, so he paid the bill and hurried after her. On her high heels she strode firmly on, despite the rather warm weather. He had to pull out all the stops to keep up with her. He walked about 2 metres behind her. That way he had enough room to stop in time if she suddenly stood still again, and was still close enough to do what she wished of him.

So they walked through the shopping centre from shop to shop, she in front, she decided and he got to pay. Within half an hour he was lugging several bags on his arm with the food and drink he had bought, white cable ties, a picnic blanket, a roll of wide tape, 2 ground anchors, an expensive perfume and hemp rope. He suspected that his bank account had been pretty well plundered by now. The last shop they entered was a pet shop.

Dog collars

She walked straight to a rack of dog collars in various colours and sizes. She chose a black one of about 50 centimetres and 2 smaller ones in the same colour. In the next rack she picked up a lead. After he had paid for those as well, he wanted to put them in the bag. A snapping sound of her fingers made him look at her. She stood behind the till and held out her hand. He handed her the straps into her left hand and with her right hand she pointed first at him and then at the floor in front of her.

Did she really want him to kneel on the floor in front of her? Out of the corner of his eye he saw the cashier watching and giggling. “I'd go down on my knees for her if I were you”, he heard the cashier say. Hesitantly he looked at the woman in front of him, who said nothing more, but made small nodding movements of her head. His knees went weak and he sank through them.

Small bands

“Hand”, was the short command and he held his right hand out to her. She put one of the small bands on it.

“Other hand!”, came the resolute command and while his right went down, his left went up and she fitted that one with a leather band as well. Then he felt the longer collar being wrapped around his neck and she fastened it behind his head. She clipped the lead to the collar and pulled him up by it.

“Much better. On to the car park”, she said and she was gone again. This time she only held the lead in her hands. He quickly grabbed the bags and hurried after her, like a dog on a lead. He was mortified. Fortunately it was fairly quiet. He saw a couple looking at them with big eyes.

“You should try it too, he listens much better:, she said to the woman, who immediately conjured up a smile from ear to ear.

Black Volkswagen Golf GTI

Arriving at the car park she stopped at a black Volkswagen Golf GTI. A spirited little car that suited its owner. In the boot, which she opened, stood a large black leather bag. With her fingers she gestured that he had to take it out and bring it along. The bag was heavy, but smelled of real leather. She closed the boot and now stood right in front of him.

“You know it, if you listen well, you get the afternoon of your life, if not, the consequences are yours. You have 1 last chance to say no and walk out of my life, or you take me to your car now.”

He blushed and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then walked as quickly as he could to his own car and she followed close behind him. After a few metres she pulled on the lead and with it on the collar around his neck. His breath was cut off for a moment until she gave the lead some slack again.

“Easy now, let me enjoy my little dog for a moment.”

Anxiously

He walked on more slowly now, though it didn't make him any calmer and he looked around anxiously, hoping not to meet any more people. He stopped at his car and didn't know what to do for a moment. She walked past him to the passenger door and looked at him intently again. He didn't know what she meant until she spoke to him curtly.

“Open the door for me!”

He hurried to do it and in doing so the shopping bag touched her leg. He froze and she swiftly grabbed an earlobe firmly with both hands and forced him to look at her.

“Be careful!”, she hissed at him and before he knew it she had driven her right knee full into his balls. In a fraction of a second between that act and the cry that wanted to come out of his mouth, she pulled his face by his ears tight between her breasts so that his cry was smothered.

“My pain is your pain! Understood?!”, she hissed at him. He could only nod yes, even though that hurt his ears too.

She pulled him up by his ears until he looked at her again. She unclipped the lead from his collar.

Zandpad 15

“And now put the things on the back seat, take everything that can come out of the packaging and put it in 1 shopping bag, and be quick about it!”

While she got in, he quickly walked around the car, took the packaging off all the things he had bought and put them in 1 bag, put everything on the back seat and quickly got in. She still looked at him sternly.

“Don't think you've made up for that mistake yet, you'll still feel that. And now drive to Zandpad 15, Nieuwersluis”. He entered the location in his satnav and saw that it was about a 15-minute drive.

Special afternoon

“What are you thinking about?”, she asked him while driving. Yes, his thoughts were still going in all directions. Was he doing the right thing? What did she have in mind for him? What did she mean by “a special afternoon”? Why had he just paid for all her shopping without making a single complaint? She was still looking at him and expected an answer. He felt himself blush and said hurriedly: “It's as if my thoughts are playing games with me and I can't do anything other than follow the orders you give me.”

From the corner of his eye he saw a smile appear around her mouth. “Well said, and do keep doing that! When was the last time you came?”

A direct and shameless question and she demanded an answer. “The day before yesterday in the shower”, he confessed with a head that was turning ever redder. Where was this interrogation going?

Lonely wank

“A lonely wank then. I suppose this is the first time you've let a woman lead you just like that, without knowing what is going to happen?” Another question that made him feel uncomfortable and yet also humiliated.

“Yes”, came out of his mouth hesitantly. At a traffic light she turned further towards him and again struck his left cheek with her flat right hand.

“It's ‘Yes, Madam’ from now on. You address me with 2 words and when I ask you something, you answer honestly and directly. Don't make me angry again, because you don't want to experience that. Understood?!”

Before he could think of anything, a “Yes, Madam” had already come out of his mouth, which surprised even him. She stroked her hand over the spot that was slowly turning red and then caressed down via his neck over his chest and stomach to his crotch, where she gave him a good feel. For the first time he noticed that, despite this strange situation, he was aroused and that could be felt by her too. She squeezed his shaft and balls through his trousers.

“Not much to write home about, but we'll have to make do with it.”

Honking

Another remark that sent his thoughts in all directions. We?! There was not much time to think further, because the light had turned green and the car behind him was already honking. The rest of the journey it stayed icily silent in the car. A few minutes later they arrived at the destination, which turned out to be an outdoor swimming pool, called Zwemlust.

He looked for a spot for the car and when he had parked, he looked around for a moment and then expectantly at her. She smiled a little and got a twinkle in her eyes. She reached to the back, opened a side pocket of her bag and took out a small plastic box.

“Look at me and don't blink.” She took something out of the box and put it on her finger. With her left hand she pulled his right eyelid fully open and with her right hand she carefully placed a lens in his eye. Besides feeling strange to him because he had never worn contact lenses, suddenly the sight of his right eye was completely taken away and everything went black for that eye. She smiled contentedly, fiddled with the box again and then held his left eyelid open with her left hand.

Trust

“With this I take away your sight and from now on you will have to trust me completely.” Carefully she put the other lens in his left eye and indeed his entire sight was gone, apart from some vague outlines.

“You're doing well”, she said and suddenly she pressed a kiss on his lips. When her lips were gone he uttered a “thank you, Madam”.

“You learn fast. Listen carefully. We're about to get out of the car and you take the 2 bags from the back seat. I'll take you by the arm. You say nothing and just listen to my voice and do exactly as I say. If you don't, there will be consequences.” The yes Madam that came out of his mouth was lost in the sound of a door opening. She had clearly not waited for his answer.

Lock

First his hands searched for the release of his seat belt and then the lock of the car door. Hesitantly he stuck his legs out and hauled himself out of the car. He kept holding on to the car, feeling along the side until he reached the handle of the rear door. He opened it carefully and walked around. He felt where the roof of the car was and then carefully ducked under it. With his hands he felt around where he suspected the full shopping bag and her leather bag to be. When he had a set of handles in each hand, he moved slowly and carefully backwards so as not to bump his head.

When he stood upright he didn't know what to do for a moment. He felt her hand grab his arm and pull him back slightly, after which he heard 2 doors slam shut. She had evidently taken the key from the ignition because he heard the familiar click of the lock of his car. Then she dug her nails into his upper arm again and pulled him along. Because he couldn't see anything, it seemed as if his hearing was extra sharp.

He heard all sorts of sounds of people playing and a cheerful bit of music in the background. He recognised the cheerful, rousing sounds of DJ Paul Elstak with Rainbow in the Sky. Her hand led him in the direction of the music. It felt strange to him. He could really see nothing but some vague blurs and was completely at her mercy.

Quiet spot

With a tug on his arm she made him stop. He heard her talking to another woman, saying she wanted 2 tickets for the swimming pool and that she was looking for a nice quiet spot. The woman answered that the best thing was to turn left after the gates and keep walking to the end of the lawn. On their left there would also be cabins where they could change if necessary.

She thanked her warmly and he felt the nails dig into his upper arm again and pull him along. He had to grit his teeth against the pain for a moment and followed her as well as he could. She pushed him ahead of her a little and he almost doubled over when he walked into the entrance gate hard with his legs. She roughly pulled him back a bit by his arm.

Clumsy

“Oops, how clumsy of me. I forgot for a moment that you can't see anything.” He heard her fiddle with something and a click, after which she pushed him through the gate. A few seconds later she followed and pulled him to the left. After about a hundred and fifty metres, during which the ground changed from stone to sand to grass, she had him halt and he was allowed to put the bags on the ground. He heard her take something out of the bag, probably the picnic blanket, and spread it out on the ground in front of them. She took his arm again and guided him onto the blanket.

“On your knees”, came into his ear and he obeyed neatly. Something was pressed into his hands and he recognised it as one of the ground anchors for dogs. She guided his hand to the spot to his front left and there he had to screw the anchor into the ground with a supplied rod. Then another anchor followed on his right side. It was stiff and heavy going, but eventually both anchors were deep in the ground and firmly fixed, so that only the top part stuck out about 5 centimetres above the ground. He was already sweating quite a bit.

Scratches

She turned him around and let her hands run down over his upper body until she reached the bottom of his polo. She took hold of the hem and while pulling his polo up with 2 fingers per side, she let the other 3 fingers of each hand scratch across his skin. He let out a puffing sound as he raised his hands so that she could pull the polo off over his head.

When he had his hands up, she gave a push against his forehead so that he lost his balance and fell backwards. As he hit the ground hard and wanted to cry out, her hand moved to his mouth and she hissed a SSSSHH at him.

He felt her pull on the wrist strap around his right hand and he heard a click and then noticed that his hand was fixed to the ground anchor. He wanted to do something about it, but she sat down on his chest, took his left hand with 2 hands and pressed it against the ground where another click followed and with that both his hands were fixed a metre apart.

Powerless

There he lay on his back, powerless, with her on top of him, his hands fixed. He gasped for breath and wanted to say something when she put her hand over his mouth and nose and so took his breath away. She leaned forward and urged him to stay calm and trust her. His breath had been taken from him, so he didn't really have a choice. When he shook his head a little, she took her hand from his mouth and he sucked his lungs full of oxygen again.

She shifted and slid down over his body. When she sat on his lower legs he felt her undo his laces and take off his shoes and socks on both sides.

He realised that he was now only wearing his trousers and boxers and was lying there otherwise powerless. Then she began to undo his belt, the button of his trousers offered little resistance either, after which his zip was the last obstacle she took in order to pull his trousers off his buttocks. When he hesitated and pushed his buttocks into the blanket to stop her from pulling off his trousers, he felt her right hand glide over his stomach and chest to his left nipple, which she gripped firmly between thumb and forefinger and resolutely twisted.

Only boxers left

“You are in no position to work against me. Is that still not clear to you?!”, she hissed at him as she twisted his nipple the other way. Quickly she muffled the cry from his mouth with her other hand. He nodded quickly and in no time his trousers were gone and only his boxers were left.

Actually it was only then that he noticed that all this had not passed him by unnoticed and had in fact aroused him, because even though he couldn't see it, he felt very embarrassed that he had a tent in his boxers. He heard her chuckle, after which she ran her hand over his boxers for a moment.

“Let's feel what kind of meat I've really got in the tub.”

Speechless

He couldn't cope any more, was mortified, was speechless but also enjoyed the moment a little. But that moment was soon over when she again pressed one hand on his mouth and gave a hard slap against his glans. His erection quickly disappeared, after which she pulled his boxers down a bit. She took something from the bag and began to fiddle with his balls and shaft. A ring was slid around his shaft and balls, fastened like a kind of handcuff around his shaft and sack. He puffed and groaned a little at this treatment and anxiously wondered what on earth she was doing to him.

A cold liquid flowed over his glans after which he felt a slight pressure on his glans against his urethra. A small rod was slid into his urethra. He held his breath. It felt strange, didn't really hurt or anything, but above all strange. Then he felt something slide over his glans that also had some cold liquid in it. It was pushed against the ring already fitted around his balls and shaft and with a final click it stayed in place.

“There, that's nicely locked.”

In her power

Oh dear, he thought, my cock is imprisoned and completely in her power. And now? When she began to rub her hand over his body again and arouse him again, he noticed that what had been put around his glans was really fixed and stopped his erection. He heard her laugh and she ordered him to open his mouth. A ball was pushed into it, which she fastened firmly with a strap behind his head.

“There, now I really have you completely under control and if you don't listen….”

It was as if a bolt of lightning shot through his cock and the groan of pain he wanted to let out was smothered by the ball in his mouth. He had never felt so powerless. There he lay, pinned to the ground and completely at her mercy. It was clear to him that she could give him electric shocks in his cock from a distance and that he could do nothing about it. The most stupid thing was that he secretly found it all rather thrilling and arousing.

Beating up an annoying little man

“Oh, there you are at last”, he heard her say.

“Yes darling, I still had to beat up an annoying little man”, he heard another woman's voice say. “What kind of tasty morsel have you got lying here?”

“A new morsel who still has a lot to learn, but with whom we can have lots of fun. I promised him a very special afternoon and he's going to get it. He's already tied down as you can see and available for whatever you want to do. He is wearing a chastity cage by now and this is the remote control. But he still has a lot to learn, but by working on him together this afternoon and taking turns a bit, we should get a long way and drive him to despair, don't you think?!” The women laughed heartily.

Speechless

He noticed some rustling around him. Then a woman came next to him on both sides and nestled against him and he assumed the women had undressed, because he felt a body wrapped in a swimsuit on both sides. He was speechless. Not only because of the damned ball stuck in his mouth, but there he lay, powerless and tied down with a woman on each side.

Both women put a leg over his leg and thereby pulled his legs slightly apart, as if they were pinning his legs down too. Now he felt two hands moving over his chest. The woman he had come with opened the conversation.

Sketching the situation

“From now on you call me Madam M and the other Madam A. Let me sketch the situation you are in. We are lying in a far corner of a sunbathing lawn and the people closest to us are at least 20 metres away. If you behave calmly, they won't notice anything. If you alert them, they'll find you right away and we'll be gone with your car. So you have nothing else here but the two of us. You also listen only to the two of us. If A says something I expect you to obey it just as quickly as if I had said it to you.

Yes, there are children here too, but they are around the slides at the pool a long way from here, they won't notice anything about you. So you are purely at our mercy. Others don't see your bonds, at most they see some people having a nice time together and will be jealous of you. First we are going to test you a little and if you get through everything well we will reward you. If you work against us….”

Again an electric shock flew through his cock. All his muscles tensed and he bit back the pain by biting on the ball. When the pain was gone again he breathed heavily and slowly his muscles relaxed.

Stiff cock

The hands rubbed over his chest again while he recovered. They rubbed over his nipples and played with them. To his horror he noticed that it was making him horny and that his cock was getting stiff, or at least wanted to get stiff. The plastic casing she had put on him, which also caused the shocks, prevented him from getting any stiffer. He heard the women chuckle when they noticed.

“Just look at him lying there, helplessly horny. Yes, little man, fate has decided that from now on your arousal is locked up in a little cage. Whether and when you get your pleasure will be decided for you by your mistress. Let's test your pain threshold. Make sure you control yourself and where you can, enjoy!”

The caress of a tongue

From both sides he felt the women lie closer against him. His two nipples felt the caress of a tongue, which instantly made him even hornier. The hands went down over his stomach, over the little cage that held him in check to his loosely dangling balls. Each hand took a ball and at that moment he felt the women set their teeth over his nipples just into the flesh behind them.

As if it had been agreed, they both slowly increased the pressure with their teeth and with their fingers around his balls in their hands. He couldn't cope any more, began to snort and all his muscles tensed again. The teeth moved back and forth at the same time while their tongues began to stroke the nipple itself like a wild, passionate dance.

Hellish pain

The pressure on his balls also increased and they began to twist them and that gave him hellish pain. He bit hard on the ball in his mouth, had tensed all his muscles and breathed snortingly through his nose and past the ball. He wanted to do it as quietly as possible and hoped it would soon be over. But for the next five minutes they kept torturing his nipples and balls. Sometimes together in the same direction, sometimes they seemed to want a tug of war with his nipples and balls as handholds.

He couldn't cope any more with the pain and by now the women's other free hands had landed on his mouth to smother the cries further. He wanted to push them away, but got no further than clenched fists that were fixed to the ground anchors. He tried to push away with his legs, but their bodies and legs kept him restrained and he really could go nowhere.

An eternity

It seemed to last an eternity, but as suddenly as they had begun, they suddenly stopped again. He was still snorting in muffled fashion from the pain when he felt the tongues stroking over his nipples again and the hands came to rest from his balls, over his legs and stomach, back on his chest.

“Not bad for a beginner”, he heard them whisper. However crazy the situation was for him, he actually felt a sort of pride at that remark and also a little flattered. A little tear ran from the corners of his eyes.

“I'm going for a swim”, said Madam A.

“Fine, then we'll swap in a bit. I can handle him on my own!”

They both had to laugh heartily at the joke, because he couldn't go anywhere anyway. The woman on his left side, Madam A, stood up and he heard a splash a little further away.

“You really do have the potential to grow into someone I can use, if you keep this up, at least. Now I'm going to make you mine.”

Rummaging in the bag

He hears her rummaging in her bag again and then he hears something tearing and feels her put something on his chest. No, not put, she sticks a strip of tape from the left of his stomach to over his left nipple. Then from the right of his stomach again to over his right nipple a strip. After that came 2 short strips from the top of the other strips to the middle of his breastbone between his nipples, where the ends overlapped again.

He visualised it and thought that it was a big M that she had stuck on his chest. It made him a bit uneasy. She ran her hands over the strips of tape and pressed it down well everywhere.

The hands were gone for a moment, but he soon felt them return with a cold gel that she began to spread over his chest with two hands. He recognised the smell of the sun oil they had bought. For a moment he seemed to shiver at the touch of her hands over his vulnerable, almost naked body. From head to toe she rubbed it in and protected him against the bright shining sun.

Warm body

She had meanwhile sat down on top of his legs so that they too couldn't go anywhere and he felt her bend forward. Her warm body now lay completely over his body as if she were lying on a mattress. Her hands stroked his face. Because he had had that ball in his mouth for a while, he had started to drool. She noticed it and smeared the drool over his face. If he hadn't been humiliated yet, then he certainly was now!

She brought her head next to his and whispered in his ear: “Do you think you can control yourself when I remove that tape from your body in a moment?” He normally didn't like removing plasters anyway because they also pulled the hairs from his body. He did it himself quickly and effectively, but now he wasn't doing it himself.

Now there were very large strips stuck on his body, fixed with good tape and because she lay on him like that, she pressed everything extra tight onto his skin and the warmth of both of them had made the glue of the tape stick extra well. He only shrugged his shoulders slightly because he really didn't know how he would endure this.

Surrender!

“Hahaha, you'll have to”, she said in a sultry voice in his ear. “Because that is what I expect of you. Surrender, let me guide your suffering. Concentrate on your breathing. Give yourself over to it because there is nothing you can do about it. Focus on 1 point and make me proud. The pain is only brief, you can earn my gratitude with it forever.”

She sat up straight again on top of his legs. He was tense, knew what was coming, but not how. Would she rip it off in 1 hard pull like he normally pulled off his plaster or…. Shit, with her nails she picked up a corner of the tape that was stuck over the other tape and went to the middle of his breastbone. Slowly she began to pull. The first bit was over the other tape, so he didn't feel anything of it yet. But he braced himself.

What had she said again? Breathing, focus and make her proud, flew through his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on his breathing and keep it calm. He closed his eyelids and thought of her face, how she had looked at him the first time, self-assured, stern, but that twinkle in her ahhhh… eyes.

Chest hair

Slowly the tape had reached the point where his chest hairs were stuck to it. She didn't pull the tape off quickly, but very slowly, as if she wanted to make sure that all the hairs stuck to it were really pulled out of his chest 1 by 1. He bit back the pain, controlled his breathing and kept concentrating on her face in his memories. Did he now see a smile on her face in his mind?

Pffff the first piece was off. He had managed to hold out without too much groaning and she stroked over the freed strip of chest, without hair. It felt a bit strange to him, her somewhat cooler hand stroking over his strip of bare chest.

Then her fingers went to the other short strip and slowly she began to pull that off too. He tensed the muscles in his arms, breathed heavily and groaned softly, as with the second strip she also rid his chest of the hairs that had been on his skin for well over 30 years. Her cooling hand again felt like a liberation and he really had a hard time for a moment. He lay panting like a carthorse and slowly but surely he got himself under control again when some wet drops landed on his chest. The other woman was back and he heard them chat for a moment.

Nails

“Shall we together….” The sentence trailed off into nothing, but he now felt a pair of nails at the bottom left near his stomach grip the next strip of tape, while another set of nails at the top right of his chest began to pick at the other strip. They were working from two sides he thought and braced himself. Because it was pulled from 2 sides and in 2 different directions as well, concentrating had become all but impossible.

His jaws clamped around the ball in his mouth again and a growl escaped from his throat as they slowly but surely pulled the tape off. Halfway they stopped for a moment so that he could catch his breath, and then began the last part of this ordeal. When his growling turned into little cries of pain, a hand came on his mouth again to smother the sounds.

At last the tape was off and a tear rolled from both corners of his eyes. Two hands rubbed over the painful freed areas and he felt how on both sides of his head the women licked up his tear with their tongues.

Under control

An encouraging pat on his chest was all they did to him afterwards, otherwise they sat chatting as if nothing had happened. He got himself under control again and it felt as if all his energy had been drained from his body with the removal of the tape. What on earth had he started. First he had to endure everything, after which his reward would come she had said. Well, that reward had better be very big, if it was to make up for everything they were doing to him.

The people around them had evidently noticed nothing, because otherwise it stayed quiet and there was no attention for them. Fortunately he seemed to have a few minutes' rest.

“You go and cool off now, then I'll look after him”, he heard Madam A say, after which a nasty little laugh sounded. He of course didn't know what she was planning, but it didn't promise much good. Madam M left for the swimming water and he felt Madam A come and sit with him. She took the shopping bag and he heard her rummage in it.

Clothes pegs!

“Nice, clothes pegs!” She bent over his body and sucked on his right nipple. He groaned a little with pleasure and when it had become a bit stiffer, she gripped the nipple and put a peg into his flesh a little left of the centre behind the nipple and then soon another peg next to it. He had to puff again and she put a hand on his chest.

“The more quietly you lie, the less trouble you'll have from it”, she confided in him. Again that concentration on his breathing and indeed the pain soon ebbed away a little. Then the same ritual followed on his left nipple, so that there were now 4 pegs proudly sticking up above his chest. Again the soothing hand over his chest and it slowly glided down towards his boxers.

A half moon

She fiddled with his boxers, pulled them down a bit so that his sack came to lie free. Soon pegs followed that formed a half moon on his sack, after which she pulled his underpants up again, as if nothing had happened. The skin under the 4 pegs on his nipples and certainly the 10 on his sack began to get more and more sensitive. She again stroked her hand over the bald patch on his chest and then tapped her hand against the pegs.

Little shockwaves flew through his body. What he had never known or noticed before was that all those shockwaves ended at the central spot in the middle of his body. His shaft stiffened in jolts because of it and was soon pressing against the limit of the little cage he was locked in. He started to growl again and she began to chuckle.

"Nice, isn't it, being betrayed by your own body," he heard her say. Yes, she had hit the nail on the head. The stabs of pain his nipples gave him caused an even greater pain stimulus in his shaft, because it only got hornier and stiffer from it, but could not grow in its little cage.

Erection

She stroked his cheek with her hand again for a moment and asked him whether he wanted to get rid of his erection. He didn't have to think long about that and immediately nodded yes. "Good," she said, and another electric shock shot through his shaft. All his muscles went taut again, his breathing was out of control and he let out another stifled cry.

"Hahaha, I love that reaction," and immediately she started stroking him again and flicking the clamps. Now she grabbed one of them and twisted it until it would turn no further. A growl rose from his throat again, but that pain stimulus too ended in an erection. The clamp was twisted back and one on his other nipple was twisted now. He didn't want it, but once again noticed that despite the pain, his body betrayed him and he got hard again.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed all his muscles again because he expected another electric shock. But it did not come, so he relaxed a little again.

Just at that moment, she turned the clamp completely the other way and sent another electric shock through his shaft. She kept alternating the clamps, but whatever she did the result stayed the same, and after ten or fifteen shocks he noticed that he couldn't go on. His body was tired, his muscles were spent and his resistance was broken.

A nice result!

"That's a nice result for now," he heard her say. He lay there exhausted. The pain in his nipples had by now become quite unbearable and his balls felt very painful too.

"Do you know what the best part is now," she whispered in his ear. "The clamps still have to come off."

He nodded listlessly. His resistance was broken and he let her have her way. She began with his sack. Every clamp she pulled off gave him a stabbing feeling in his sack and lower abdomen. Tears rolled down his cheeks again, and when his sack was free of clamps, she massaged it for a moment. The blood began to flow through again and the pain ebbed away with it. But then it was the turn of the ever harder throbbing clamps on his nipples.

They had been on for a while by now and he was sure that taking them off would give him fierce stabs of pain again. One last time he clenched his jaws, closed his eyes and waited.

Deep growl

"Are you ready?" she asked in a sweet voice. After a confirming nod, she pulled the first one off, which again produced a deep growl, then the next and then the last two. Straight afterwards he felt both his nipples being enclosed by mouths and the ladies letting their tongues stroke over his nipples again. Pain and pleasure followed each other quickly, and the only thing that thankfully stayed away was the electric shock in his shaft.

"I'll drink to that," he heard Mrs M say, and she took the bottle and glasses out of the bag.

"Good idea, I've gotten quite thirsty by now as well. Shall we give him something to drink too? He has earned it by now."

"Yes, a good idea, get him ready to receive some champagne."

Ring in his mouth

He felt hands undoing the strap behind his head and the ball was pulled out of his mouth. His jaws finally had room to relax again and he moved them for a moment to prevent further cramp. But after making a few movements, he was ordered to open his mouth again and a ring was placed in his mouth. He recognised it from the dentist, who sometimes uses it for major procedures in the mouth, so that he can no longer close his mouth.

The ladies toasted each other and it was said that he was ready and that from a distance it looked innocent enough. He felt one of the ladies sit down on his chest, place her feet by his armpits and her knees beside his head, and then rise up so that his head was pinned between her legs.

"Don't miss anything of what you're about to get, because you will regret it," he heard Mrs M say from above him, after which a thin stream of liquid ran into his mouth. He was startled and clearly not prepared for it, but his mouth slowly but surely filled up. He choked for a moment and the stream stopped immediately. She let him recover for a moment, after which the stream started again.

Familiar smell of urine

The question spinning through his head was: what was she filling his mouth with?! And then his nose was assaulted by the very familiar smell of urine; she was simply peeing in his mouth while he lay there helpless. She held back her stream for a moment so that he had time to swallow. He really had to get over a threshold, because he had never done this before and had always thought it would be disgusting to have to swallow urine.

He had sometimes seen survival stories on TV where people had to do that to survive, but now he had to do it, here where everything was available, simply because she wanted it from him.

"Swallow!" he heard her say, and he realised he had no other choice. It tasted a bit strange, not least because it came so warm from the source into his mouth. He swallowed it and tasted a slightly salty flavour. Where he had expected to find it very disgusting, that wasn't entirely true. It was certainly not comparable to the bought champagne the ladies were drinking, but it was definitely not really disgusting.

New stream

Soon another stream of the lady's natural champagne followed in his mouth, and again he had no choice but to swallow. This went on for a number of streams until she was typically empty. She stroked his hair and his face for a moment and said he had taken it well but was not finished yet. He did feel proud.

The ladies swapped positions and by now he knew what awaited him, or so he thought. Mrs A did not stop to let him swallow; no, she opened her floodgates and he tried to swallow, but spilled a lot, which ran over his face and into his nose. He spluttered it out, and he couldn't prevent a little fountain of urine from spraying out of his mouth too, probably against the lady.

"What kind of idiot are you! You can even ruin being a toilet! You still have a lot to learn, and now SWALLOW, you wretch!"

Reward

She bent down a little further, ending up sitting on the plastic rim, and carried on peeing. Now there were short pauses, so he got the rest down properly. She sat on his chest again and said: "Now for your reward." He heard her sniff up and a thick glob landed on his tongue. She had just spat in his mouth, and once again he had no choice but to...

"Keep it in your mouth!" she snapped at him just in time, so that he had not swallowed it yet. "Let it roll around your mouth with your tongue." He followed her instructions and in the end he was allowed to swallow it too. What was this woman doing to him? He had never felt so humiliated, but also so safe. It was as if he were living in a daze. He heard Mrs M laugh, and she too let the same reward land in his mouth.

Release

He felt the click of the ground anchors being released at his wrists. His body was stiff and four hands massaged him a little and stroked his body, avoiding the most painful spots. "He stinks like a polecat!" the ladies said to each other, we'd better sort that out first before we can start the finale. He was pulled upright and had to sit cross-legged. One of the ladies sat down behind him, close against him. She took the ring out of his mouth. He recognised M's voice as she whispered to him.

"Let yourself go. Don't resist, but let me lead you and you will be comfortable again. Surrender completely. We are sitting with our backs to the people now, so nobody can see what is happening here."

Rocking back and forth

She wrapped her arms around his upper body and began to move him gently back and forth and forwards and backwards. Her hands went over his arms towards his hands and then to his wrists. She raised these crossed in front of his chest, after which she wound a rope around both his wrists. This happened while they were still slowly rocking back and forth. The rope was pulled tight and a knot followed so that his wrists were bound together.

Then she made him bend forward and wound the end of the rope around his back, pulled him back again and led the rope via the other side of his body to his wrists. Another turn of the rope around his upper body followed, so that his wrists ended up close against his chest and the rope held them in place there.

When she had pulled him back a little again, a knot followed at his wrists and he could no longer do anything with his hands. She bent him forward again and let the remainder of the rope run over his neck back to his wrists, and there too a second round followed.

Tight bondage

Another rope followed and she put it just above his elbows and around his body again, making sure that the rest of his arms were secured too. All of this went in flowing movements, with him like warm wax in her clearly skilled hands. To him it felt like a warm blanket. A tight bondage of his upper body that made him powerless again. He could do nothing about it other than let her move him.

She put his T-shirt over everything so that nothing else was visible and put a pair of goggles over his eyes, fastened with a tight elastic behind his head: swimming goggles, in other words. Would she take him into the water...? But he couldn't swim or save himself like this, so how did she intend to do that? She noticed the unrest rising in his body and let him lean back against her for a moment.

"Trust me and make me proud," she whispered in his ear.

Trust

Trust... How, and why? And what else could he do? She pushed him forward a little and stood up herself. Then she helped him to his feet and walked a short distance with him by the hand until she stopped him. Her foot tapped against his until his feet stood side by side. He heard a zipping sound and felt what seemed like plastic straps pulled tight around his ankles and then another one just above his knees, so that his legs were bound together too.

"Breathe in," came the words, and immediately he got a push in his back. As he fell he filled his lungs with oxygen. When he felt he was horizontal, he felt the water close around him. Trust me, trust me, trust me. Her words went through his head like a mantra. Not that he could do much else, since he was lying here in bondage in the water. But how was she going to make sure he could breathe? How could she keep control?

How could... All sorts of things shot through his mind and it made him restless. Some air escaped from his mouth and he felt the urge rise to swim to the surface for air, and just before he really panicked, the words she had spoken came back into his head: 'Trust me and make me proud!'

Horizontal in water

At that moment he felt two hands take hold of him and guide him upwards. As soon as his head was above water, the last air escaped from his lungs and he could breathe again. The shirt was taken off and a rope was fastened to the ropes at his wrists. He was laid horizontally in the water and noticed that when they pulled on the rope, he came up and could breathe. Just as she had said, he was safe in her hands.

He noticed that she was sitting on the side and from there had him completely under control with the rope. He felt her hand on his forehead and quickly gulped some more oxygen, and he was submerged again.

It felt as if he was floating through the water and he felt free, yet also secure thanks to the ropes and cable ties around him and the knowledge that she was in control. And so he lay there for a number of seconds. He hadn't kept track of how many, but noticed that despite the situation he was in, his heart rate was under control and so he wasn't using extra oxygen. He waited patiently until she pulled him back up by the rope at his wrists. Just enough to let him breathe for a moment and then submerge him again.

Finding peace

The sounds in the water faded and he could find peace in it. Sometimes after a short interval he could breathe for a moment, sometimes she let him float underwater a little longer. Sometimes he was allowed to breathe a bit longer and sometimes he disappeared again straight after a new gulp. Everything unpredictable, but exactly as she wanted. All that time her voice sounded in his head: 'Trust me and make me proud.'

He was able to let go and despite the precarious situation he was in, he also found a certain kind of peace. Until, for the umpteenth time, he was pushed underwater and grabbed by his ankles and pulled away. Soon the rope pulled him up again and he gasped for breath, only to be pulled down by his ankles again.

Panic

His mind ran wild and panic took hold of him. He tried to tear himself loose and resist, but of course that was impossible. He wanted to breathe, but that was impossible too, and at that moment his ankles were pulled again so that he went even deeper into the water. The peace was gone, he thrashed back and forth, panic took over. His breath escaped in big bubbles to the surface and he wanted to gasp for air, but of course that wasn't possible. It seemed to last an eternity, but then came that yank on the rope upwards and his mouth was above water again.

Just in time, and to his mind he could have used a moment's rest, but it wasn't granted to him. After a gulp of air he was immediately pulled underwater again and even turned over. His face down and a foot on his back pushing him even further down. He thrashed again and when the panic wanted to take over once more, the words came back into his mind: 'Trust me and make me proud.'

She was in control

At that moment he felt the calm return within him. She was testing him, she was in control and he had to trust her. He stopped thrashing and was pulled up again until his head was completely above water. He spluttered out some water but otherwise stayed calm. For a moment he felt her hand stroke his cheek and via his neck she put her hand on his head again, and at that moment he took a breath and disappeared underwater again. He had conquered his fears and managed to stay calm, and he floated in the water again as he had begun.

When he was allowed to come up again a little later, he no longer struggled against it. She pulled him to the side and he felt lips pressed against his. A kiss from her as a reward for what he had had to endure made him super proud. Mrs A came into the water behind him and began to untie the ropes at his elbows underwater, and after that the other ropes were undone too.

She held him close against her. When all the ropes were off and the cable ties removed too, M slid into the water in front of him. His hands were guided to the side so that he stayed stable in the water. From two sides he now felt hands glide over his body. He was overwhelmed by the erotic feeling of two ladies who had him completely under control, but for now were simply caressing him.

Catching his breath

After a few minutes that he could have wished would go on forever, A got out of the water first and then he had to haul himself onto the side with help. There he walked between the ladies to their spot, where he was laid face down on the blanket. The goggles were taken off again, but because of the lenses he still couldn't see anything, but at least he could catch his breath for a while.

From all the exertion he had dozed off, because a little later he was woken by hands taking hold of his wrists and clipping them to the ground anchors again.

"We aren't done with you yet, we have one more test for you."

He heard a sound that seemed like a potato being peeled. But they hadn't bought any. It smelled of... ginger! He sometimes used it in his tea, but didn't have the feeling they were going to make tea with this.

Final ordeal

He heard M tell him: "Your last ordeal for today will be one that sets you on fire. Besides being a test of how you react to it, you will have to endure this without that ball in your mouth, and you will make sure you don't scream the whole meadow together. It will probably feel different from anything you have ever experienced, but whatever happens, you must make sure you don't come. This will be an alternation between pain and pleasure for you. Heaven and hell at the same time, and here on earth at that."

The bottom of his boxers was cut open, so that it became more of a little skirt. Then his buttocks were pulled apart and he felt a finger stroke over his anus. It startled him a little and he clenched his buttocks together. Immediately a slap with a bare hand followed on his by now bare backside.

"Relax and let us proceed. The more you relax, the more pleasant it will be for you. The more you resist, the more painful it gets, but it will happen regardless, the choice of how is yours. Relaxed with pleasure, or..."

Lubricant

He focused on his breathing again and felt his body relax again. The finger came back and stroked his anus again, but now it felt a bit colder. It reminded him of the lubricant they had used earlier on his shaft, and that is what it was. A fingertip entered his anus and he puffed for a moment. They gave him a moment to get used to it, after which the fingertip began to move. A few times in, out, left, right and then out, and a thicker finger in, which began to carry out the same pattern. A few times in, out, left, right and out again.

"He's ready," he heard Mrs A say behind him. Mrs M gave her something, stood up, cut the remains of his underpants to pieces, pulled them out from under him and walked away. There he lay, completely naked, with his wrists still fixed to the ground anchors, at the mercy of Mrs A, who sat behind him. Again he felt something against his anus. Something pointed, but it was not the finger from before. It was pushed in a little, held in place for a moment and pulled back a little, only to disappear a little deeper into his anus again.

Thicker part

He lay puffing but it thankfully didn't hurt. Though it did get thicker and thicker, so he found it harder and harder. Bit by bit it disappeared into his anus, until with one last push the thicker part ended up completely inside his anus. He felt filled and lay gasping for breath for a while, getting used to the feeling.

Mrs A lay down on top of him and whispered in his ear: "You now have a piece of ginger in your arse. Surrender to it, there is no way back for you now. Make us proud!"

Restless

He had just thought he was used to the feeling when the ginger began to give off a warm feeling. Had she put tea in with that ginger? No, it was his body reacting to the juices of the ginger in his anus. It made him a bit restless again, so that he tensed the muscles in his backside, with the result that it only got warmer in there. It now seemed more like it was on fire. She let her tongue stroke over his earlobe, which suddenly took his mind completely off his increasingly burning anus.

She gave him pleasure and lust by sucking on his earlobe and biting it a little, while his anus was now truly on fire. He heard her giggle when he squirmed beneath her.

"Can you feel it nicely in that tight little arse of yours? We're going to have a lot of fun with that, though not today anymore, sadly."

Drawing stripes

She sat on top of his buttocks to keep him somewhat under control. He began to go mad from the feeling in his anus and felt her fingers and nails drawing stripes over his back. This made him tense all his muscles again and he heard only her laughter. The pain that ran through his body from his anus and from his back through the work of her nails made him open his mouth again to let out a cry. It never came, because the ball was put back in his mouth and fastened tightly behind his head again.

She kept working on him like that and he felt as if his back had been turned into a full chessboard with lines from top to bottom and from left to right and back again. Finally they stopped scratching and he also noticed that the burning feeling in his backside was slowly subsiding. She got off him and he heard her pick something up.

Well indulged

"Look what a nice thing I found! So that rag of his came in handy after all. You've really indulged yourself on his back, I see." He heard Mrs M say.

"Yes, I had to keep him in check for a moment, which is why he has the gag in again. He was about to scream, so he should be grateful to me, otherwise they would have found him naked like this."

The ladies laughed at him and he felt hurt and humiliated again. He had done everything he could to hold himself back, but they had managed to get him to the point where he completely let go.

"I have his dessert here."

"That works out nicely, then I'll put his new trousers on him straight away."

Fumbling

He felt fumbling at his feet. His resistance was completely broken. She moved his feet slightly apart and he felt some kind of underpants being pulled up over his feet. It all went a bit stiffly and it seemed as if the pants were a few sizes too small. Then he understood that they were made of rubber or latex. Just as she was about to pull them into place around his waist, she stopped. She pulled and pushed at the ginger in his backside and tugged at it. The thick part gave some resistance, but then it popped out just like that.

"Mmm, he's already staying open a little, time to train him more there."

He thought he was done, but nothing could be further from the truth. Once again he felt something pressing against his anus, this time somewhat colder, just like the little pants had felt at first. Pressure was applied and after some of his puffing behind the ball, it shot past his sphincter and lodged itself in his backside.

"Don't forget to put this in."

Leaves and twigs

He felt what seemed like leaves and twigs being laid on his buttocks, after which first the front of the little pants was put in place, where some leaves and twigs also disappeared into his crotch. Then he felt the leaves and twigs also being laid at his buttocks around the plug in his anus, after which the pants were pulled all the way up.

Once again a sensation went through his body. Was that because of that thing in his backside or... Shit, they had put stinging nettles in his pants! The itch came first at his balls and his shaft, but after a few seconds his backside was on fire too. At first it had only been in his anus, now over everything covered by the tight latex briefs. He closed his eyes again, clenched his hands into fists and could do nothing other than endure this too. He went mad from the itch and the burning feeling, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Both ladies took a seat on his back as if he were the seat of a little bench.

"To a successful afternoon!" he heard them say, and the glasses clinked together again.

Good afternoon

"I don't know what you think," he heard Mrs A say, "but for me it was a good afternoon and we can certainly take him in. He will need a lot more training to surrender completely and continuously to you, but I do see some potential in him."

"Yes, agreed, he can stay for the time being, he made me proud today," he heard Mrs M say, as she stroked his head for a moment. That was the most beautiful thing he had heard that afternoon and the emotions now broke loose completely within him.

He lay there exhausted, spent, and realised that his life had now changed. Whatever happened, he would do everything to keep her satisfied. If he had to give her his body for that, then he would gladly do so. She had given him an afternoon he would never forget as long as he lived, and after everything he had felt for other women, this felt like the purest form of love.

Against his balls

Mrs A said goodbye with a hug and kisses for Mrs M and a kick against his balls. He bit back the pain and managed to stay quiet. "You'll get there," she said, and then walked away.

Mrs M lay down beside him and nestled her body against him.

"What are you thinking about?"

He mumbled something and he heard her laugh, and she took the gag out again. Yes, what was he thinking about? First of all, the fact that he couldn't answer with that ball in his mouth, but she had now solved that and expected an answer.

"About how you have changed my life today. I never thought I would allow this, but I have also found out that this is what I have actually always been searching for. You have made me come home and I am eternally grateful for that."

"Well said. How do you picture me?"

"Blue eyes that see right through me, with sultry lips that tolerate no contradiction, surrounded by blonde ringlets."

"Mmm, can you give a decent blowjob?"

Cucumber

Where did that question suddenly come from?! She managed to throw him off balance every single time. He opened his mouth to say something and at that moment realised he didn't know how to answer. Just as he was about to close his mouth, he felt something hard against his lips that pushed through them into his mouth.

It was the cucumber, which she began to slide in and out of his mouth, a little further each time. "Focus on your breathing and keep breathing through your nose," she whispered. She kept pushing the cucumber into him while holding him firmly with her other arm. She pushed it a bit further against his uvula, making him gag. Laughing, she took the cucumber out of his mouth again and he heard her take a bite of it.

"It will take a lot of practice before you get it all the way in, but I'm happy to help you with that. For now you have earned a treat." And she put a strawberry in his mouth, followed by a dollop of whipped cream. They stayed lying there for a while, during which his hands were untied and he was allowed to feed her the strawberries.

Itchy pants

It had gone quiet around them and it was starting to get colder, so time to go home. His itchy pants stayed on, and when he sat upright he felt the butt plug attached to the little pants go deeper into his backside. He got his shoes on, nothing else. He heard the click of the dog lead on the collar around his neck and was pulled up by her. He had to carry the bags back, of course. And so he walked behind her, embarrassed and on a lead.

At the car she had him put the bags on the back seat again and stroked the now hairless M over his chest for a moment.

Nicely burnt

"Nicely burnt, that will stay visible for a while and remind you of this afternoon." She pressed another kiss on his forehead and let him take his place behind the wheel again, where the plug was pushed into his backside once more and the itchy feeling was intensified again for a moment by the crushing of the leaves in the little pants. He was allowed to take the lenses out. For a moment he had to get used to the light shining in his eyes.

She had taken a seat beside him and was dressed again as he had first seen her that afternoon. Her hair was a bit dishevelled and her make-up a little smudged, but otherwise she looked radiant, and that twinkle in her eyes shone like bright sunbeams.

The only other thing that had changed about her was that a little key now hung from the chain around her neck. It dawned on him immediately that it was the key to the little cage around his shaft and balls. She looked at him intently.

Final choice...

"I have approved you thus far to become my servant. The final choice is yours. You take me to my car, thank me warmly by giving me a kiss on the hand and disappear from my life for good. How you get that cage off is then not my problem. Or you take me to my car, thank me humbly by kissing my shoes, indicating that you wish to continue and will put your further fate in my hands. This is the last time you will be allowed to make that choice."

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

Word count

12,600

Word combination used

5
Swimming pool – ringlets – grass – bondage – rotating

Entry number

FFC-007

Received on

28 February 2025

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slave c

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