A brief, fictional story of how a new couple explored female domination during a pandemic.

It had been a year unlike any other. A pandemic had led countries all over the world to go into lockdown to stop it spreading. Mistress, as she’d recently insisted I now address her, therefore told me that it made sense for me to move in with her during the lockdown period as I was between jobs and she wanted to minimise risks of catching the illness. She therefore demanded that I should remain at her property until the situation improved.

We discussed what her expectations may be for the period and she stated that she was very willing to use the opportunity to significantly develop the female led relationship that we’d been exploring in the few months since we first met. She stipulated that I would not be permitted to leave her house while the pandemic continued and that she would be in total control over me while the arrangement was in place. I was willing to agree and so I hurriedly packed a suitcase and prepared everything ready to move in to Mistress’s house for the temporary lockdown.

I’d actually only ever been inside one room of her house previously during the few months since we had began our relationship. She was very guarded of her privacy and whilst I knew that she lived alone, I’d never been invited to stay the night and had seen little of the large detached property that I was now moving into.

It had been in stark contrast to how she treated my own flat for which she had demanded to have a key within just two weeks of our first date. It was a very early indication that things were balanced very much in her favour in the relationship and it naturally evolved into a very female led dynamic where she was beginning to enjoy having someone who she could dominate without resistance.

Consequently, she would walk straight in to my flat whenever she liked, often turning up at all kinds of hours, which she said was ‘to make sure that I was being a goodboy’ and my privacy had all but disappeared. She had even started to insist that I slept naked and she would turn up during the night to check on my compliance. She had admitted that she was a control freak but I quickly learned what that meant when she demanded to know my phone and email passwords. It never felt that she didn’t trust me but seemed more about her imposing her authority over me in ever increasing methods.

The invitation to move in to her house came as a bit of a surprise but I took it as a positive that she wanted to progress the relationship, as did I and it had the added bonus that we kept costs down during the difficult times that were expected ahead.

When I finally arrived at the agreed time, she greeted me at the front door looking amazingly powerful in tight, black shiny leather jeans and high heeled patent boots up to her knees. A tight, shiny satin blouse in bright red matched her glossy red lipstick and shiny, black leather gloves completed her severe look of authority. I had never seen her look quite so mind-blowing and it made me feel totally under-dressed in my jeans and T shirt. She was in no rush to let me inside the door however and she stood towering over me on her doorstep with her hands on her hips as I remained looking up at her from the steps below.

“Before you step in to my house do you agree to be placed in lockdown for this period and to abide by my all of my house rules?”

I quickly agreed.

“Good boy. Now, when you step inside the door you will immediately strip. Everything goes into this plastic bag which I will lock away. You won’t be needing any of your clothes for quite some time!”

I nervously stepped in and began to strip.

She stuffed my clothing into the bag like it was just worthless rags. She also knew that the leather gloves would make me weak as she had began to learn all about my fetishes and she enjoyed using them to torment me. As I watched her leather fingers closely she slapped my face to snap me out of my stare.

“I don’t know how long this will go on for but you will not orgasm for the entire duration. I need you to accept that your orgasm is not allowed for however long we continue in this arrangement. Understand that it could be a very long time so once you agree to this now, I will not want to hear another word about it no matter how desperate you become.”

“Is that clear boy?”

As she spoke, her gloved hand had begun to stroke my already leaking cock and I struggled to be able to think clearly.

I bowed my head and said “yes Mistress,” as I resigned myself to a period of indefinite orgasm denial. Like most people, I was hoping the lockdown wouldn’t last very long but now I had an added incentive to hope that it would not be prolonged.

She suddenly stopped stroking abruptly and looked at me sternly.

“Get on your knees! As I warned you previously, lockdown for you will also mean that you will be in some form of bondage constantly throughout your stay. And I do mean constantly! I may allow a little more movement from time to time but you will always be in some kind of restraint – 24/7.”

“I want to use this time to truly explore this female led lifestyle that we have discussed and I’m pleased that you have given yourself over to this. It will not be easy for you as you will be giving up your freedom, your orgasms, your free movement and at times, your dignity. I appreciate your sacrifices for my pleasure but do not think that I will go easy on you despite your efforts.”

“For me, this is about trialling a situation where I am free to be a bitch to you. I’ve begun to imagine a truly authoritarian regime where I make all of the rules and you obey. There will be no fairness in this approach and you will consistently be treated as my inferior. At no time will that change while you are here.”

“It is not roleplay and nor is it a game. I am very serious about what I want to create for this ‘relationship’ and I’ve given it a lot of thought. I hope that you have done the same after our lengthy discussions about it, as there should be no surprises now.”

“Everything here is owned by me and you should think of yourself in the same way. I will certainly be treating you that way at all times.”

“So, first we need to get you collared.”

A wide and hard leather collar was tightly fitted found my neck quickly followed by firm leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles. We had never gone this far with any roleplay or bondage previously so her confidence in moving to this level of dominance took me by surprise.

“Hand’s behind your back boy!”

I quickly obeyed but my nervousness was increasing rapidly after her monologue speech.

She very quickly locked my wrists behind my back and put a lock onto the ankle cuffs, which connected them together, restricting my mobility. She gave a few more strokes to my now throbbing and leaking cock before stopping again and walking off into her lounge.

“Follow me, stay on your knees,” was all she said as I watched her shapely ass wiggle in the tight, shiny leather as she walked away without a second glance.

I did my best to follow on my knees but as my mobility was so heavily constrained, by the time I arrived into her lounge she was already sitting on her sofa. She looked so amazing as she sat confidently in her tight leather jeans with her legs wide aside, sipping a glass of red wine. She noticed me staring at her as I shuffled in and she smiled to herself as she spotted the stream of precum leaking from my cock. She was already enjoying the direction she had taken the relationship in.

“Kneel in front of me boy, I want to explain a few more things to you.”

I shuffled in front of her and faced her as she began rubbing her shiny boot against my cock. Her left hand gripped my chin in her leather glove as she held it and stared into my eyes.

“You understand that you will not leave this house until the pandemic is over. You are now my prisoner for the foreseeable future. And where do you think a prisoner should be kept? ” she asked…

I don’t know Mistress? A prison cell? I nervously answered, trying hard to focus as her shiny boot methodically rubbed against my cock.

“Spot on boy, you really are a bright little worm. Yes, I’ve prepared a small cell for you which you’ll be locked into for long periods of time whenever I feel like it. I’ve not decided whether I’ll let you actually see it as I might keep you hooded before entering it. You’ll be hooded an awful lot of the time, without an ability to see, so that’s one of the many things you’ve got to get used to for however long I have you.”

“I’ve been buying lots of hoods to prepare for this journey as I won’t want to look at your face very much and I certainly don’t want you sticking your nose into things around here. My privacy is important. You, on the other hand, no longer have a right to privacy. I want you to understand this… “

She leaned forward and stared intimidatingly down at me and her finger began to prod my forehead with each word as she said…

“YOU. ARE. AN. INFERIOR. LITTLE. BITCHBOY!”

The last word was quickly followed by a swift slap to my face.

Let me be clear – I’ve not taken you in because I care about your wellbeing, I’ve done this because I want to enjoy myself and explore these dark urges I have to treat you very badly. It’s a purely selfish thing for me. Fortunately, you seem to enjoy this mean streak I have but I doubt you fully figure out exactly how much of a bitch I intend to be to you. You will understand soon enough!”

“For the duration of your time here you will not have a name. I will call you whatever I like but it will all the time befit your inferior status beneath me. Get used to having your pathetic male ego stripped away so that you can slowly comprehend my total superiority over you. Forget everything your life was as it has just changed totally for an indefinite period. I really do intend to see this through very seriously.”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND SLAVE?”

Again she prodded my head and slapped my face.

“Yes Mistress,” I meekly replied, as I now began to realise how far she was planning to take this.

“Some ground rules to begin you on the right track boy…”

“You will not speak unless given an instruction to do so.

You will not be allowed to watch TV or use a phone or Internet while you are here. Your social media presence just fell silent and I will be deactivating your accounts so that people aren’t expecting replies from you.”

“If I’m watching TV with you in the room with me, you will either be hooded and unable to see, or forced to face away from it such as facing a wall.

You will not orgasm.

You will obey instructions quickly without question and focus on pleasing me constantly.

You will remain naked, wearing only what I tell you to wear, if I allow anything at all.”

“I’m thinking that you may make a good sissy maid so that’s something I will want to explore. I feel I might enjoy humiliating you like that.”

“You will serve me in any way I demand.

Fundamentally underpinning everything, you will require my permission for every move you make. You will not use a bathroom, drink a glass of water, sit on furniture etc without first seeking my permission.”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?”

“Yes Mistress.” I wished that I had known more about her thinking on it all before I arrived but I doubt that it would have changed my decision to come here, I thought to myself. I wanted to please her so much that I couldn’t have refused the opportunity.

“If the lockdown lasts over Christmas into the new year, we will review this arrangement with a view to extending it.”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to me as it was nine months away but suddenly the realisation hit me that this could go on for many months.

“As you have agreed to this now, there will be no further discussion on it and you will be kept prisoner, as stated.

There will be no escape and no early release allowed.

You are effectively agreeing to a period of servitude, incarceration, mistreatment and abuse for an indefinite period.

Is this completely clear boy?”

“Yes Mistress,” I again replied. By now I was very close to orgasm and leaking a steady stream of precum all over her boot as it had continued to rub against my leaking cock. My growing arousal had not been missed by her however as she pulled her boot away suddenly.

“Good, now you can lick up your leaky dribbling from my boot. Get down there boy! LICK IT UP!

I must have looked pitiful as my eyes lowered and she laughed.

“Get used to the feeling of being teased and denied, humiliated and tormented, boy. I’m only just getting started!”

“Now let’s get you hooded.”

She got up and fetched a leather hood over to me. From behind me, she pulled it over my head and tightened the straps. She clicked a lock to secure it and admired the bound image of me kneeling before her. The hood covered my eyes but left a hole at my mouth. The eyes were padded inside which took away all light and I was plunged into total darkness with my hands behind my back and my breathing reverberating in my own head.

I then felt straps being attached to my ankles and then both above and below my knees, which compounded my helplessness even further. Each were all pulled incredibly tight and locked in place until I was now totally unable to escape, just as she had wanted.

I waited on my knees for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to ask Mistress if she was still there but I was scared to speak without her instruction to. I had no idea if she’d left me and gone somewhere or whether she was sitting and watching me. Eventually, gloved hands at my collar attaching a leash, soon reassured me of her presence.

She pulled me forward and I almost fell to my face trying to stay on my knees and I felt her hands guiding my head between her thighs. I hadn’t realised but she had now removed her tight leather jeans and was sat facing me naked from the waist down. She guided my hooded head towards her pussy forcefully.

“Lick my pussy, slave!”

I could feel that she was warm and wet already as I lapped eagerly between her legs. It wasn’t long before I also heard her moans of pleasure began to create as I ached on my knees. She hadn’t given me anything to kneel on as she was completely focused upon her own pleasure by this point and my discomfort didn’t even occur to her.

Her moans became louder as she began to wriggle and writhe. Her wetness must have been making my hood shine between her thighs as I focused on ensuring she was satisfied. It was not long before she began to tremble and scream in pleasure.

“Oh that’s it boy, lick my pussy!”

“I think we’ve found something you can do with your time here…”

“Oh fuckkkk!”

She slammed her legs either side of my hooded head repeatedly as she enjoyed a powerful orgasm.

As I eased my licking, she pushed me away and I fell over to my side. She completely ignored my inability to break my fall as she recovered from her all encompassing orgasm and I stayed helplessly on the floor at her feet. No words were spoken but suddenly a large cock gag was shoved into my mouth and locked on. A smaller cock now filled my mouth while a larger one protruded from my face, begging to be used for her pleasure.

“Lie on your back slave!”

This was almost impossible with my wrists cuffed behind my back but I managed to lie painfully and awkwardly upon them. I quickly felt her lowering herself onto the cock that protruded from my mouth and as her full weight came down, it pushed the gag further into my mouth.

She began to moan in pleasure once more as she started to forcefully hump my dildo gag, using me like a sex toy. I worked out that she was facing my feet as she leaned forward and again stroked my cock in her gloved hands as her humping grew faster and her moans got louder.

“Remember worm, you are NEVER to orgasm so don’t even think about it!”

She gasped, as her second orgasm approached in a matter of minutes.

She could tell that my cock was again becoming close to orgasm and she took great delight in ceasing her stroking of it before I lost control.

As I gasped and writhed at her stopping her stimulation of my cock, the gigantic rush of power it gave her brought her another orgasm as she rode my face.

“Oh fuck.. argghh… “

She slowed her humping down and eventually removed my dildo gag from her pussy with another gasp of breath.

“I think it’s time to lock your little clit up now boy, I don’t trust you to keep your filthy hands off it..”

“Mmmmph!” I tried to protest that we hadn’t agreed anything about a chastity device but my cock gag allowed only an incoherent muffled noise which she ignored.

She left me briefly and startled me with her return as she held an ice pack to my cock and balls. The amazing feeling of her leather gloved stroking me had been replaced by the icy pain causing my cock to shrivel up to a tiny size. Suddenly, I felt cold metal being forced over my cock and balls as she expertly manipulated me into a small, tight metal chastity device. It got tighter and tighter as she squeezed it on forcefully and suddenly with a click of a lock, it was done and there was now no respite from the tight, heavy grip on my shrivelled cock.

“Something for you to think about while I go to relax for a few hours.”

“Your main prison cell is a locking spare room upstairs but bound and hooded as you are, that might prove a challenge for you to get to, so fortunately for you I’ve also prepared a confinement cell downstairs for you too. It’s quite snug under my staircase but as you’ll be locked to the wall, I don’t think the lack of space will bother you.”

“Now wriggle this way slave…”

She tugged at the leash and I wriggled like a worm, desperately trying to keep up and follow her lead. Having no ability to see or move easily due to the immobilising bondage, this simple task was made deliberately difficult.

“Come on worm! The longer you take, the longer you’ll stay locked up!”

Eventually after much effort, I wriggled to a doorway which she dragged me through. She had prepared the understair cupboard for my arrival as a metal ring had been fixed into the wall about one metre from the floor with another at floor level. She made me sit on the floor facing outwards and fitted a small chain through my collar to the ring in the wall, locking it in place. She then padlocked my ankle cuffs to the ring in the floor, with my knees slightly bent in a sitting position on the hard floor.

I was now helpless, locked against the wall and to the floor of a tiny cupboard, with my hands cuffed behind my back and legs strapped together. In just no time at all, I was now locked up, wearing a hood over my head with a cock gag secured in place and a tight chastity device locked on my denied cock.

“I’ve sound proofed this cupboard slave. I don’t want to hear your whimpering so you might as well stay completely silent. Any noise will result in punishment.”

With that, I heard the door slam and lock as I sat helpless and dejected on the floor. Despite all of this my cock was leaking and I wanted to beg to be touched. I was now desperate for a little stroking to take my mind off my predicament but I had a feeling she didn’t want to take my mind off it at all.