Chapter 7

I was very quickly learning how painful it can be kneeling in one position. I wasn’t bound or secured but I felt like I was, with the camera watching me and her very clear instructions not to move. As the minutes grew passed the first hour, I questioned whether I could endure her ruthlessly strict regime in real life. I wondered to myself that only by going through her assessment process would either of us know the answer.

Suddenly after what felt like hours since I last heard from Mistress, her camera again sprung into action and a full view of her standing up, looking down at the camera was shown. The now familiar low down camera position was again evident as she looked like she was towering over me. She was dressed in shiny black leggings, a clever top and her shiny, knee high boots again.

“What a fucking useless specimen,” she sternly said out loud as she peered down the camera lens.

“We both know that you are a pathetic wanker. So, wank that little worm between your legs while you still can. NOW!”

I shuffled on my knees as I began to stroke myself and I wriggled and humped against my hand as I lost myself in the stroking.

“Remember, don’t you dare fucking cum wimp! I am watching!”

With that, her camera disappeared again and I was left stroking myself without Cumming until she returned and instructed otherwise.

The pleasure of the stroking had an effect of counter acting against the pain of kneeling for so long but I was still desperate to move position. I would’ve pleaded with her to allow me to move but she had disappeared so quickly that I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t help continuing to fantasise about her as I stroked again however and I imagined her stood over me supervising the stroking in person. It filled me with humiliation but I was becoming accustomed to that feeling lately as she seemed to thrive upon it.

As I continued to wriggle and stroke, I found myself coming very close to Orgasm at times and I would need to slow myself and soften my grip on my cock to prevent it. Preventing my own Orgasm seemed to go against every urge within me but her instructions were overriding everything now.

What I didn’t know was that she had now laid down upon her bed watching me on her laptop. Her camera was still not visible to me so she could strip off her leggings and enjoy herself privately. That privacy was a simple privilege not granted to me currently however as she continued to develop her superiority over me.

As she watched the pain in my face as I stroked helplessly on my aching knees, she writhed once again on her bed. Her legs were wide aside as she caressed herself and wondered about what she could do to me if I were there in person. She pictured me bound, hands cuffed behind my back, legs and ankles strapped together, a tight hood glistening over my head with only a mouth hole visible, and a wide collar fixed securely around my neck as she firmly fixed her small, metal chastity device onto what she viewed as my tiny worm of a cock.

In truth, she couldn’t wait to force that chastity device on me and she mentally rehearsed how she would cool my cock down with an ice pack in order to squeeze the miniscule device onto my frustrated cock. She truly longed for that day and her arousal grew as she pondered it. She had scoured the Web to discover the perfect devious device and all she needed now was the perfect little wimp to lock it on.

Once locked, she imagined pushing me down to my knees and pulling my face in between her curvy thighs. She could almost hear herself instructing my tongue to lick her properly as her wetness oozed from between her legs. The fact that she could relax comfortably and use me to provide her pleasure, while ensuring that I could neither move, see or receive any pleasure, was immensely pleasurable to her.

As she continued to visualise in her mind, her eyes would glance back at the screen to me kneeling and stroking myself pathetically. The imagery became too much for her and she howled as her Orgasm engulfed every fibre of her body. She trembled as she allowed herself to savour the moment as her gasps overwhelmed her. It was one of her most enjoyable and powerful orgasms and she acknowledged the cause of it… Namely, her power and total control over me. She was beginning to see a possibility that I may be eligible for her requirements but she wasn’t done testing me yet.

I was blissfully unaware of her thoughts and powerful Orgasm as I continued to ache and stroke on my knees. I was very close to the point of begging to use the bathroom and eat something, just to try and get a break from the position. I was also unaware that I had now been in this position for over two hours already.

She knew that I needed a break but she refused to offer it to me. Instead she chose to wait until I begged for it. She knew that this would make me feel disappointed in myself that I was struggling to endure the ordeal and humiliated to have to beg for a break from it. In the end I had no choice but to message and plead…

I typed a message saying:

“Please Mistress, may I use the bathroom and get a snack to eat?”

After typing I continued stroking and hoped she would reply. She made me wait a few minutes before typing back.

“You will beg out loud to your Mistress, pathetic wimp!”

I immediately began whimpering as I pleaded on camera for a bathroom and snack break. I was bordering on a quiet sob as I begged pathetically.

“Leave the camera on. You have ten minutes to move away from it and do what need to do. If you are late, I will be gone, possibly permanently.”

I thanked her profusely and moaned in pain as I tried to stand. My limbs were needing movement badly so I limped out of the room to do as much as I could in the few minutes I had been allowed. I now started to dread the rest of the day but I pictured her standing there on camera and wanted to obey her.

Chapter 8

I ran about my flat in my naked, aroused state, desperate to do as much as I could in the brief minutes available, to prepare myself for the remainder of the day on my knees for Mistress. I managed to use the bathroom and prepare myself a very basic sandwich before rushing back in front of the camera with a minute to spare. I brought a glass of water with me and placed a cushion on the floor to kneel on as I carefully got back into my place, trying to avoid my face being shown on the camera.

“Oh you brought yourself a nice glass of water boy?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Pour it over your fucking head, bitch!”

“Please Mistress, I didn’t get time to drink it…”

She cut me off mid sentence and sounded very angry.

“How fucking dare you! You will never have the right to answer me back worm! Now, you have 10 seconds to pour that water over your head or you will be banished.”

She knew that I couldn’t risk not doing it so I picked up the full glass and poured it over my head.

“If you were here right now bitch, you would find yourself chained up outside in the garden while I hose you down with ice cold water for that little back chat.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

There was no doubt that I was seeing her show a meaner and more strict side as our communication increased. I thought where it would all lead.

“Well what a loser and disappointment you are turning out to be wimp. I don’t think you are capable of pleasing me.”

“You can stay there on your knees while I think about whether to cease our contact.”

Then she was gone. I knelt there with my head soaking wet and bowed in abject submission. After all of my efforts she was clearly annoyed and dissatisfied with me and I thought if there was anything I could do to recover the situation. I figured that for now, all I could do is try to obey fully and stay in my place for as long as she required. I just hoped that she would return soon to help relieve my predicament.

While I knelt in physical and psychological turmoil, she laughed to herself as she prepared a meal for lunch. She had no genuine intention of ceasing contact. She was beginning to Love having someone she could treat with absolute comtempt just for her own amusement. She wondered about it as she sat down to eat and glanced at the screen. Instead of pitying or feeling sympathy for me kneeling there naked, she began to feel a stronger urge to be cruel. She figured that only a truly pathetic wimp would apply for this treatment, so she resolved to not hold back her feelings of disdain and cruelty towards me if we continue down this path. She had suppressed these urges for too long and she desired to release her pent up viciousness on me in a slow and methodical manner.

She decided to come back on camera to torment me further as she finished up her meal.

As the screen sprung to life with her camera switching on I looked up to see her relaxing in her large chair. It appeared more like a throne with the camera at her feet however.

I noticed that she had a large glass of wine in her hand, drawing attention to her bright red painted nails. I realised that she was tormenting me after making me pour my own water over my head. I also couldn’t help noticing that her leggings had been replace with a short leather skirt and pantyhose, set off by a pair of red high heeled shoes. She looked truly amazing and I would have kissed her feet if I could have.

She sipped her drink through her glossy red lips, leaving a lipstick mark on the glass as she observed me.

“Wank boy!”

I obeyed silently.

“I’ve been thinking about whether to end this connection boy, seeing as you struggle to obey simply commands. I have concluded that I’ve been far too soft on you. The fact that you even dared to answer me back shows me how much you have to learn bitch. I will therefore allow you a final chance to redeem yourself before I rule you out but I will be looking for more complete obedience and subservience from you at all times. I’m not sure you are capable but time will tell.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“I DID NOT ASK YOU TO SPEAK!”

I bowed my head in shame again. She really did scare me when she raised her voice.

“You must remember rules boy! NEVER SPEAK WITHOUT BEING ASKED TO!”

“You already know that no Cumming is a rule too but if you were here, you would have countless rules to comply with 24/7.”

“If you were here right now I would also have you gagged to shut you up. But there’s no reason why you can’t be gagged there is there worm?”

“No Mistress.”

“Do you have duct tape?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Plastic wrap?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“A pillow case?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“OK, you have three minutes to obtain each of those items and a pair of scissors! MOVE IT!”

Again, I ran around my flat retrieving each item, not knowing what about to happen to me.

I knelt back in front of the camera and awaited her command.

“First, you will make a ball about the size of a golf ball out of the plastic wrap.”

I quickly did so and showed my efforts to the camera.

“No, larger! Fuckwit!”

I again showed her my work…

“Now, put that into your mouth and wrap your entire head in plastic wrap. You’ll need the scissors to pierce air holes for your nose and mouth but I want you to wrap it around five times, tighter and tighter with each layer.”

As I obeyed I had to hold my breath while I pierced the air holes. As each layer tighten up my vision became more and more blurred.

“Now duct tape around your gag tightly, all the way around your head securing it in place.”

I obeyed and lowered my face so the camera could see my gagged mouth.

“Now, stand. Starting at your feet, wrap the plastic wrap around your legs, from your feet all the way up to your gagged mouth. I want your legs tightly wrapped together like the cocooned worm you are.”

I began the task and wrapped a layer and started to move up my legs.

“Not good enough wimp! I want layers upon layers, wrapped as tightly as possible. At least five layers around.”

“TIGHTER!”

Sometimes the sharpness and venom in her tone made me feel very scared of her.

“I know you are a weak wimp but you better put more effort in to wrap that tighter bitch!”

Luckily I had 100 metres of wrapping but each layer felt tighter than the last.

As I moved up my body towards my leaking cock her voice boomed loudly.

“Now, point your cock downwards, grip it between your thighs and then wrap your legs, Ass and cock over and over. Layer upon layer to tighten your legs together on your cock.”

I obeyed and struggled to maintain my balance as my legs were now totally cocooned and my breathing hissed loudly inside my wrapped head.

“Continue up your body. You can leave your arms out but wrap up to and over your gagged mouth.”

My mouth was trying to drool but the gag forced me to try to slurp it back. This was an excruciatingly humiliating experience I wondered to myself.

“And now you repeat it all wimp! Start again at your feet, more layers, TIGHTER AND TIGHTER!”

I felt so pathetic by this stage that I was resigned to obeying her even though I had never felt so humiliated.

“There now put the wrap down. Now, duct tape a tight strip around your ankles, above and below your knees, and over the wrapped gag.”

This gave a sort of hopelessly secure feel to it all and a final tightening of everything.

“Good, now put the pillow case over your head and duct tape it around your neck. Not too tight as I don’t want you strangling yourself but tight enough to keep it in place.”

I carried out her instructions to the letter and she smiled to herself as the pillow case was taped on.

“Now you don’t need to keep your face out of camera shot and you can move yourself back so I can see you fully.”

I bounced myself backwards until she told me to stop but I could no longer see the screen and had no idea how much of was visible.

“That’s a much better sight boy. It’s a pity you can’t do your arms too but this will have to do. If you were here I’d have you mummified from head to toe in the tightest of wrapping until you were completely immobile and helpless.”

“Now say thank you to your Mistress!”

Through my muffled gag I managed some sort of sound reminiscent of “mmmph hmph miphma”.

She laughed out loud at my feeble attempt to speak and told me to stay standing while she attended to some chores.

I tried to compose myself and thought how long I was to remain there in this extremely humiliating position.