I hadn’t slept for more than a few minutes, if that. I spent every moment focused on the pain throbbing across my chest.

“I’m sorry babe, but you need to learn that your place is always beneath me.” She had spoken softly, and gently, but the force was a strong as my steel collar.

My cock had been raging all night. Her nectar had become a warm invitation and I realized how lucky I was to have received such a gift. The women had taken time from their busy lives to give me their gift. I imagined it was Rebecca pulling my nipples like she’d done our first night together. I imagined her now, sliding across my cock trapped inside its vinyl prison.

I spent the time fighting the pain and accepting it. It was to be my life. I had the chance to leave her, and I came back. My slave soul wanted to serve her. I wanted to spend my life with only the mission of pleasing Rebecca.

I had to pee and let go. I was ashamed that I spoiled their gift with my own waste.

A faint light filled the room as she opened the door. Her silhouette stood above me.

She put her leg on the side of the tub and released a stream of nectar across my face. I opened my mouth, willing to taste her.

“Good boy. On your side.”

She helped me to my side and unlocked the ankle chains.

“Now you can lay down.”

She helped me lie on my stomach. She pulled my legs straight. I gasped. Millions of sharp needles poked waking legs. I had just enough room to lay my head on the incline above the pee.

“Hump the tub, babe.”

As I rested my chin on the incline, the clamps chewed my nipples mercilessly. I started to hump. My cock pressed against its vinyl cage and sent waves of pleasure through my burning body. Every time I thrust, it sloshed pee everywhere, even outside the tub. And the pressure on my nipples blazed with pain.

I screamed.

“I know, babe. It hurts.”

I kept humping. The pain subsided as my orgasm started to mount.

“Keep going babe, I can tell you’re close.”

I pounded faster, my cock rubbing against nectar soaked PVC.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, then exploded into my pants.

She giggled.

“You really look pathetic. And you smell pretty bad, too. There’s nothing you won’t do for your fetish, is there? You’re such a weak, little male.”

She pushed a leg apart and opened the drain. The weight of her nectar subsided against my body as it drained away. It was a little sad, to feel the pressure fade.

She unlocked the chains.

“Stand up.”

I slipped on my side and used the edge of the tub to help me stand. I wobbled weakly.

“Drop your pants.”

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down as best I could. I had to shake my hips to loosen them. Every time I moved, the clamps swung. I gritted my teeth.

She turned on the shower. Frigid, cold water splashed onto me.

“Go ahead, babe, let the water clean your clothes, and run some soap on your crotch.”

I shivered as the water stabbed my naked skin. The soap felt good even though the water burned.

She turned off the water and ran a towel around my waist and crotch, getting everything as dry as feasible.

“I had you shave because wearing one of these is better when you’re hairless.” She reached back and showed me a steel belt. “Hold this up behind your waist.”

I held it like a belt. A metal flap with a tube hung from one side. Her rubber gloves grabbed my cock with a clinical motion and slipped it into the tube. Then she attached the two sides together. Another steel band ran from the flap towards the back, with a slot for my balls to go through.

She snapped it closed and fastened a padlock on the front. She gave it a double tap.

“I’ve been letting you spend weekdays by yourself so you can focus on the important task of learning your job. I need you to be successful.”

The steel dug into my skin. I felt my cock stiffen in the tube but there wasn’t any room for it to grow.

“But you don’t spend your evenings studying as much as you should. You probably spend too much time wanking in your fetish clothes.” She poked my nipples. “That’s going to end.” The pokes felt like knives stabbing me.

“You should be able to concentrate on your work with this on. You just have to sit down to pee is all. Michael won’t know it’s there.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and threw the yoke of the shirt off my shoulders. It pinned my arms together and gave her ample room to my chest. She leaned her forehead against mine. Her soft, plump lips pressed mine as her fingers grabbed the nipple clamps.

She yanked off the clamps and kissed me hard. I screamed into her mouth. Like an echo, she screamed back in derisive mockery.

Rebecca took a few steps back. She flexed her fingers in her rubber gloves, then pulled each finger slowly, until the glove slipped out of her hand. She did the same with the other glove and dropped them both. They fell with a slap on the tile floor. She put a hand on her hip as she violated my body with her gaze. “That looks delicious. From now on you’ll wear the collar and cuffs the moment you get home. They can come off in the morning. I’ll leave you alone, usually, during the weekdays to help you ease into all of this.”

Everything she said was cold and curt. Brutal, really. She lost any charm she once used… or needed to use to enslave me.

“I might come by occasionally to receive pleasure from your tongue. You have much to learn about my Mound and my breasts.”

I nodded.

“You’ll say, ‘Yes, Mistress Rebecca.'”

“Yes, Mistress Rebecca.”

“Good boy. I’ll be by Sunday evening to unlock your collar.”

She shut the door.

I removed my clothes and took a shower with warm water. I stood under the water for a long time.

This wasn’t gonna be a few days of shame then a renewed urge to play in my clothes. It was for real, this time.