I waited in the agonising position for what seemed like hours for Mistress to return. When she finally opened the lock and the lights came on, the unmistakable sound of her boots echoed as she strode towards me.

Wearing more shiny latex, I knew that she was deliberately teasing me based on what she’d seen in my browser history. The patent, black stiletto boots shined in the bright basement lights. Her stunning curves were enhanced by the black, skin tight, latex Mistress dress. I couldn’t cope seeing her looking so mindblowing and superior.

Her leather gloves lifted the beam locking me in place.

“Stand worm!”

Her gloved hands unlocked the awful ring gag which had made me drool so much for hours and she tossed it apart.

To my surprise, she then unlocked my chastity device and my cock immediately began to grow and leak into her gloved hand. I was trying very hard to stand still but I felt myself slowly humping her hand.

“Now, tell me what you are? Prove to me that you understand your place!”

She kept her firm grip upon my cock as I continued to rock and hump against her.

“Mistress, I am sorry for being such a pathetic wimp. I truly do not deserve to cum and I am in awe of your presence,” I murmur in my frustrated state.

“Carry on worm… “

“Please have mercy upon me for being

such a pathetic wanker and thank you for showing me how true worthless I really am.”

“Is that it? I’ve left you for a whole hour and this is the best you can come up with? What a fucking moron! No, you do not deserve my mercy and you do not deserve to cum.”

She let go of my leaking cock and slapped my face viciously.

“Get on your fucking knees!”

“Kiss my boots,”

I quickly obeyed, fearing what was to come.

“I am not convinced that you fully accept you are truly worthless yet bitch. I think you even thought you might get to cum into my hand didn’t you!”

I continued to kiss her boots and wondered better than to reply. Consequently, her gloved hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to make me look up at her. Without a second wondered she spat into my face.

“Disgusting little prick!”

She dragged me by my ear over to a small bed and told me lie down. In my straitjacket I struggled onto the bed and she began to strap me down to it with a series of leather straps. It must have taken ten straps or more before she was satisfied that I could not move a muscle. My legs were strapped together and immobilised to the bed, along with my body in the straitjacket and even my neck was strapped down.

Once she was satisfied that I could not move at all, she moved herself onto the bed astride my face, facing towards my feet.

“Now, you’re going to make your Mistress cum with that worthless tongue.”

She lowered onto my face in her latex and I quickly discovered that she wore no underwear beneath it. As she placed her full weight onto my face, her only instruction was “TONGUE!”

She watched my cock grow now that it was Free of that vicious chastity device and as she relaxed upon my face.

“Lick boy!”

Her body was beginning to gyrate in rhythm on my tongue as her breathing quickened and her moans of pleasure intensified.

“Mmmmm… work that tongue!”

I continued to lick and work my tongue hard to provide her with the pleasure she deserved and craved.

“Harder fuckwit!”

“Work that tongue bitch!”

She continued to instruct my tongue relentlessly as her writhing became more exaggerated.

“oh fuck… good little wimp!”

I was thrilled to hear her tell me I was being good and it spurred me to lick even more enthusiastically.

“Ahhh…ahh.. ahhh.. I’m going to cum bitch!”

Within seconds she again squirted into my mouth as her Orgasm ripped through her body.

“Mmmm… that’s a good boy… “

I loved receiving her praise and I was beginning to think constantly about how I could please her more just to get those little moments of approval.

“I’m going to leave you strapped up wimp. I hope you get some sleep as tomorrow you will start to train to serve your Mistress. I will leave your cock cage off to allow you to sleep a while but I will be watching you on CCTV so do not try to wriggle yourself to cum. If I see anything like that you will be very severely punished.”

“Do you think you deserve to have the hood left off boy?”

I was acutely aware of how she tests me with trick questions like this, only to punish me for a wrong answer. So, I gave the answer I wondered she wanted.

“No Mistress. I deserve to be hooded and gagged.” I pathetically replied.

“Oh well, if you think so bitch.”

With that she pulled the leather hood down over my head and ensured the blindfold was secured. Then the cock gag was thrust into my mouth and strapped tightly into position.

“You are correct worm. You do not deserve to be unhooded and ungagged.”

Suddenly I felt her gloved hand stroking my cock again as I laid there helplessly. Methodically she stroked me firmly until I was edging very close to an Orgasm.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned inside my hood and gag and she smiled to herself as she observed my frustration approaching a point of no return. Then suddenly nothing… She let go and I frantically tried to fight against the straps to get her hand to continue.

I heard her almost evil sounding laughter as she got up and walked off, leaving me to try and sleep in my helpless, frustrated state.

Just as I expected, the sounds of female domination again echoed through the basement as it blasted through the speakers. I should have realised that there would be a catch to her allowing me to get some sleep as I now had to try to sleep while the ridiculously loud sounds of Mistresses using and abusing their slaves constantly rang through my ears.

Mistress went back up to her living area upstairs and relaxed to watch some TV a while before heading to bed herself. She found here frequently checking the CCTV feed to her phone throughout her programme and her arousal grew more and more as she observed my total helplessness. As her arousal grew, she received some a message from her friend to arrange another coffee morning.

Mistress couldn’t withstand the temptation to send her a screen shot of me strapped down in the basement that very minute and she giggled to herself awaiting her friend’s response.

“Oh my God, is that your basement?”

“It certainly is and it’s live footage!” she replied excitedly.

“What! Who is that? You need to tell me everything!”

She knew her friend would be excited to know more so she promised to reveal all over coffee tomorrow. She left her with a teasing prelude saying only that “I’ve taken ownership of it!”

Her friend couldn’t wait to meet the next day to hear all of the details.

All of the excitement only served to arouse Mistress even more however and

in the end, she had to give herself one more Orgasm otherwise she knew she’d struggle to sleep.

On her sofa she spread her legs wide aside once more and used her vibrator to bring herself to another powerful Orgasm while watching me trapped, hooded and gagged, firmly restrained in her basement. She couldn’t withstand cutting the female dominant audio loop to play the sound of her Orgasm through my speakers as she enjoyed the unfairness that she could inflict upon me whenever she liked.

I realised in my bondage that it was Mistress I was now hearing and it made me moan into my gag. As she screamed to Orgasm, I let out an involuntary moan of frustration inside the hood and thought how I would get any sleep…