Steel Shackles

Chapter One-3

As I wrapped the first one around my wrist, I felt my c**k begin to grow. By the time I secured the last one, I was fully erect. She knew it would happen. I shook my head and wondered why things like this excited me so. Then I noticed cables protruding from the thick, heavy, wooden, corner posts of the bed.

By the time she returned, I had put on the cuffs and was laying spread eagle on the bed with three of the cables attached, waiting for her.

‘What’s wrong with the other one?’

‘I tried, but I couldn’t quite get it attached no matter what I did.’

‘I can, if it gets that big, long c**k of yours nice and hard.’

‘It will definitely help.’

She laughed, knowing it was true. I watched intently and smiled, as she hooked the last cable to my wrist. Then she picked up a dark green remote from the bedside table. With a little grin on her face, she pushed one of the two buttons on its surface. Immediately the cables started to retract, pulling me in all four directions. As they continued to tighten, my mind drifted back to the seductive, intoxicating stories that I loved reading on my computer. Actually, I think those tales of unsatisfiable s*x, extra tight bondage and unfathomable torment with a bit of pain – no, hours of intolerable agony mixed in, led me down this very road. Now, there’s a deep, unsatisfiable thirst that I can’t seem to quench. My bouts with self-bondage and self-inflicted pain were never enough. It always lacked something, but I didn’t know what it was until today.

‘Is that tight enough?’ she asked with a rather sadistic smile.

‘I don’t think so, but it’s not my choice, and I don’t want it to be.’

‘I know. You need more. You want to be controlled. You need to be dominated and punished by a superior woman for your misdeeds,’ she told me, as she stretched me even tighter.

She must have thought it was enough, but I asked for more. Then she looked at my manhood and knew what I needed. With just a slight push of her thumb, she increased the tension that held me.

As she looked at me, I whispered, ‘More, please, Leanne.’

‘Are you sure you can take what I have to offer?’

‘It doesn’t make any difference. I know that once I’m tied down and helpless, I’m giving you all control.’

‘Are you sure that’s what you want?’

‘Of course. That’s definitely what I need.’

‘I guess we’ll see.’

My c**k was as stiff as a flag pole, but it didn’t make any difference. She slid her tiny black panties down and climbed aboard for the time of her life. I know I was a little uneducated when it comes to s*x with a woman, but I would try my best. I would please her or die trying.

Yea, that was a stupid thought. The only way I was going to die tonight was if she smothered me with her luscious t**t, cutting off all air until I passed, but that was never going to happen. She needed me as much as I needed her. The way I figured it; I was her salvation. I could give her what she needed. There was no one else who could tongue-lick her c**t until she could take no more. And being stretched painfully tight on her bed, she was the only thing I had going that could possibly satisfy my needs. We were made for each other.

As she settled her nether lips upon my tongue, I lapped deep into her slit. Moments later I found her c**t. It was already hard, filled with lust and desire. Gently I grasped it with my teeth and beat the hell out of it with my tongue. I was determined to give her every bit of the satisfaction she desired. God, she was hot. Lustful drops dripped from her p***y. I savored the aroma of her s*x. I welcomed her girl c*m, as she moaned and howled. She screamed with delight as her first orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. Her hands grasp my hair and pulled me in tighter.

‘More, more, more!’ she screamed.

My movements never lessened, as I chewed more aggressively on her love button. It threw her into a second earth-shaking convulsion. Her deafening shrieks and body-gyrations continued as she struggled to catch her breath.

I eased up with my attack and just licked gently until I felt her settle down, but then I began once more. As my tongue grazed over her c******s again, she lifted herself off me. She could take no more.

‘Oh my f*****g God! You’re one hell of a fast learner. No one has ever done that to me.’

‘Maybe it’s the motivation or the bondage. Knowing that my duty is to please you, or if I knew I was your slave and you were my Mistress would make the difference. I don’t know, but I think this is where I want to be for the rest of my life. Please let me serve you. I am so hard and need some relief as well.’

‘That just spoiled the mood.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’ve read enough stories. You should know that your Mistress is the only one who has needs. If you were my slave you would quickly learn that satisfying me with no regards to your own feelings or cravings is all that matters, but that will come in time. That’s why I sent you back to work today with instructions not to go behind the shed and jerk-off. I want you to learn to deny your own feelings and desires because they are not important to me. Serving me could be the most important thing in your life from now on.’

‘But….’

‘There are no buts! You’ll see as time goes along. You’re still in the learning stage of your life. This road is very difficult, but it will be the one you choose. You have no choice. It is your destiny. You’ll see, Tyler. Trust me.’

Finally she allowed me to go home. I was tired and too confused to even eat, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in my old recliner. With the computer on my lap, I surfed the internet, read a couple of stories and then went to bed. I spent a very restless night. It was almost impossible to get to sleep. There was all that s*x, but being paddled over her lap was the highlight of my day. I got a b***r immediately while thinking about it. I finally gave in and jerked off to those wonderful memories and was able to get to sleep after that.

It was early morning when the sun coming in my window woke me. I showered and ate a couple of pop tarts for breakfast before heading to work. I had been there about an hour when Maria came down to the shed.

‘Miss Leanne wants you.’

‘Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll be right up.’

‘She said to hurry, she needs a favor,’ she said with a chuckle.

‘Okay, I’m on my way.’

I knew what she wanted, and I was right. I know I wake up every morning with a stiffy; I suppose that little clitty of hers is at attention as well. It was, and we spent about an hour getting it more relaxed. She told me she would be gone for the day but expected me back in her bedroom at four. I smiled and went back to work.

Do you know how hard it is to work all day and hardly get anything accomplished? My mind constantly dwelled on her and what would happen this afternoon.

Finally it was time, and at exactly four o’clock, I knocked on her bedroom door.

‘You may enter,’ her sexy voice responded.

There on the bed was a goddess in pink underwear, sipping a glass of wine. Her outfit with a garter belt and stockings made me start to sweat. I wasn’t just hard and horny; I was in love.

‘Oh, God. You are so beautiful and so sexy.’

‘Well, why don’t you get undressed and join me?’

‘I should probably shower first. I’ve been working all day.’

‘You’ll smell like the man that I want to f**k me. Just come to my bed and kiss me.’

It didn’t take me very long, and I was naked. After I gave her a kiss, she handed me her glass. We finished the bottle and made out for a while before I was once again licking her honey pot. But, suddenly I stopped.

‘What was that?’

‘I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything. Come on, get back to work.’

After I made her c*m, I heard it again. There were sounds coming from her closet.

‘I think you’re just hearing things.’

I was bewildered, but something wasn’t right. No one should be here besides us.

In a bit of confusion, I asked her once more, ‘So, what about your husband? What if he comes in and finds us? I can’t afford to lose my job.’

‘Trust me… my husband will never be a problem. You’re here for the duration. He has absolutely no say in the matter. You see, my husband is a cuckold slave. He gets off watching me have s*x with other men, because he is unable to satisfy my needs. Come on. I’ll show you.’

She got off the bed and pulled me up. Grabbing my still hard c**k, she pulled me along behind her, heading right for a mirrored door opposite the foot of her bed. As she swung it open, I was shocked by what I saw. A man in his late thirties stood there.

‘This is my cuckold husband Phillip. He’s not in Europe or anyplace else. As you can see, he’s right here and unable to do anything about our little f**k session. And as Maria said, he’s just like you. He gets off on pain and bondage. He’d be rock hard if it weren’t for that extra-small cage on his worthless c**k. Now, his other pleasure is watching me have s*x with anyone I want.’

I stared at him in awe. He was wearing a bright red, lacy bra and a matching, stiffly boned corset. It was very obvious that the laces were drawn extremely tight, giving him a woman’s perfect hourglass appearance. Around his neck was a tall, stiff posture collar which restricted any possible movement. All he could do is stare straight ahead. Below the corset was a garter belt which held up black, thigh-high fishnet stockings. On his feet were black ballerina boots that were laced up just below his knees, making him stand in an extreme en pointe position.

His legs were almost-painfully spread. Black leather cuffs held them apart and were padlocked to rings at the bottom of a bondage frame on the sides of the door. His hands were balled up tight and encased in leather fingerless mitts that were laced up just below his elbows. His arms were stretched high over his head to the upper corners of the frame where cuffs and heavy locks held him tight.

He wore no panties, but his c**k and balls were equally secured. A very small, extra tight, steel cage was locked on his privates. Off the end of the rather short c**k section I could see a silver padlock hanging.

I looked more closely. ‘Does that lock go through the end of his d**k?’ I asked inquisitively.

‘Of course. It makes it impossible to be removed. Let me show you.’

She grabbed the cage and pulled it up until he moaned in pain.

‘You see, I decided to make his chastity more permanent. In order to do that, I punched a hole through the end of his d**k with a leather punch and put a lock through it, holding it into the end of the cage so it would never come off.