A Dream Comes True

It had been a long, slow, dark and cold winter. He was, as always at that time of year, somewhat depressed by the lack of sunlight. He longed to be somewhere warm, somewhere bright, and, most of all, in a place where he could be dominated by a cruel and demanding Mistress.

He knew he was a walking talking cliché. The overweight office drone with dreams of being a sexual plaything for a beautiful yet strict Lady. A Mistress who wasn't interested in his money, or his mundane life. She would be someone who actually enjoyed making him suffer as he served Her. Someone who got a real sexual thrill from taking control away from him, and using it for Her own pleasure. She would be strong, predatory, and sensual in equal measure. A loving sadist...

He shivered slightly as he roused himself from his daydream. Telling himself to pull himself together and not to get ahead of himself. He was, after all, just meeting Her for a coffee. He'd spoken to Her online and She had indicated that he might be suitable to serve Her on a trial basis. He had no idea yet what She was like, or what She even looked like. He felt butterflies the size of pigeons battering against his stomach walls.

So there he sat, in Starbucks, the first sunny day of spring outside illuminating the almost empty coffee shop. On the table in front of him a copy of New Scientist that She had told him to bring so She would recognise him. She was very private and circumspect online. No picture exchanges yet She had said, not until She knew She could trust him.

He scanned the room, and watched the door constantly for new arrivals.

Somehow, suddenly, She was there! Standing at his table holding two lattes. Smiling down at him.

"Aren't you going to say hello and offer me a seat?" she asked.

"Oh! Sorry, er... hello Ms K! Please let me hold Your chair for You!" he stammered a little flustered. He leapt to his feet and pulled back Her chair for Her. Once She was seated he took some time to look at Her properly. She was almost exactly as he had imagined Her to be. But really there! In the flesh! He thought he was dreaming!

"You may be seated." She commanded with a twinkle in Her eyes.

So he sat, and they chatted. She soon put him at his ease. She had a way of speaking which had him hanging on every word, each phrase, as if mesmerised. Before he realised it She had effectively interrogated him about his life, his dreams, his limits and his fantasies. Without, he realised later, telling him much at all about her own.

Suddenly She said, "OK, you will do. I am willing to take you at your word and take ontrol of you." She handed him a small carrier bag. "Take this into the restroom, and follow the instructions inside. I will see you later."

With that She stood and quickly left without a backward glance.

He sat there for a few moments, just wondering. What had just happened?

Picking up the small but surprisingly heavy bag he made his way downstairs to the toilets and found an empty cubicle. Opening the bag he found a note on the top:

In this bag you will find:

A new and unused butt plug
A small botte of lube
A locking steel scrotum ring
Some rope

Here is what I wish you to do for me.

Strip naked.

Lock the ring around your scrotum above your balls. Simply push it closed and it will click shut. I have the means to unlock it. It's supposed to be that heavy.

Lube the plug and put it inside you. Take your time as it's probably a bit bigger than you are used to.

Use the rope to envelop yourself in a rope corset like the one you described to me online. Ensure that the rope goes between your legs and up your arse crack so the plug cannot escape. Make it as tight as you can; I will tighten it later.

Get dressed again. Do NOT masturbate!

I will expect you at the address overleaf at 4pm exactly. There will be consequences if you are late, or if you have not followed my instructions to the letter.

K

He re-read the note a couple of times, then checked his watch. It was 1pm now, so She wanted him to wear this stuff for 3 hours? He'd worn a butt plug before and new how uncomfortable and frustratingly arousing that could be. Oh well, he thought, in for a penny ....

Following the instructions was a lot stranger than just reading them. Standing naked in a coffee shop toilet cubicle was an experience in itself. He checked to the tiny little bolt on the door a number of times just to be certain no-one could mistakenly barge in. It wasn't exactly the most sanitary place he'd ever been naked in. It all seemed to designed to make him as uncomfortable as possible. He wondered if that was intentional.

The scrotum ring was pretty heavy and was a serious piece of... he supposed "jewellery" was the nearest description. It was a thick stainless steel ring that was hinged on one side and had an interlocking clasp on the other. The clasp was currently covered with a small plastic cap to stop it closing by accident. It looked as if the clasp would close such that the surface would be flush making it almost invisible. The hinge also looked as if it would merge to make the ring seamless all the way around. The inner diameter was pretty small so it would be tight, but hopefully not so tight as to restrict blood flow.

He positioned the opened ring behind his balls, removed the plastic cap and carefully closed it, ensuring his skin wouldn't get caught in either the hinge or the clasp mechanism. He was right about the diameter. It was pretty tight. There would be no chance of slipping a ball out once it was closed. Taking a deep breath he pressed the clasp fully shut and felt something click and engage. Only when he let go did he realise just how heavy it was. It also felt very odd between his thighs and he was worried it might make him walk a bit bandy-legged.

Next out of the bag came the butt-plug. This was an intimidatingly thick object. Not very long, obviously intended to stretch and widen rather than invade his upper colon. He had a feeling this was going to be a bit of a struggle to get all the way in. Possibly also quite hard to remove later. He smeared a generous amount of lube onto the plug and began to work it in and out, gradually pushing it deeper. He could feel it stretching his anus open a bit more each time and started to worry about things splitting. At that moment someone outside entered the toilets and the door slammed. This was such a surprise that he jumped and pressed the plug so hard that it popped inside! Stifling a moan he spent some time deep breathing and exploring his lewdly bulging anal ring while he waited for the other person using the facilities to leave. A gentle pull on the plug's wide base confirmed that it was well and truly embedded. He felt very full and "bottom heavy". He reminded himself of one of those toys which you could knock over and they always stood up again.

The rope corset was something he'd described to Her in one of their online chats. It had seemed to him to be an elegant way to impose bondage on someone while they were in public without anyone but the people involved being aware of it. He had read online instructions on what to do and so he had a good idea how to set it up. He first doubled the rope and tied a loop at one end. Then he knotted the doubled-up length at 12" intervals. Slipping the loop over his head he positioned the first knot between his nipples. That put the second knot just above his penis and the third, once the rope went either side of his balls, pressing onto the butt plug. The trailing end went up his back and through the back of the neck loop. He pulled it as tight as he could manage before separating the strands and puling them around to the front on either side, looping them though the second loop then back again. Each time pulling as tight as he could making the loops into "diamonds". It all felt very strange, but arousing. His cock had been hard for quite a while already but it now felt like a steel bar. That in turn caused his scrotum to pull tighter through the steel ring pulling his balls up tightly against its underside.

Despite having both his arms, wrists and legs completely free he still felt well and truly bound.

He really wanted to stroke his cock and cum right now. But he knew that was a test he definitely didn't want to fail. So he put his clothes back on instead. It was a bit of a struggle to get his cock to stop making a tent in his trousers but eventually it softened a little.

Putting clothes on top of the ropes felt very odd. But not as odd as moving around in them. Walking up the flight of stairs from the basement toilets to the main coffee shop demonstrated to him exactly how weird it felt having a butt plug tied into his body. Being pressed and constricted inside him with each step. Back at his table he sat down to recover and straight away also discovered that sitting on a butt plug was another new experience. It was going to be a long day, he thought.

So for the next couple of hours he killed time by walking around and window shopping. He felt incredibly self-conscious and wondered if anyone could tell what was going on with him. He looked at his reflection in the shop windows. Kept catching himself off-guard as the weight of the scrotum ring took him unawares. Every step, cough, and sneeze giving him new and shocking feelings in his, now quite sore, anus. Sitting was uncomfortable, and he was sure the plug and ring were making him walk differently. But he had no choice now. He was under Her control even though She was nowhere nearby.

That thought caused yet more embarrassing bulges in his pants.

Finally, and with some trepidation but also a feeling of relief, he found himself outside the address She had given him. It was 3.57pm. He was hot (and not just because of the weather) and a little tired from walking around. He was certainly ready to have that ring and the plug removed. The ropes were chafing.

4pm on the dot he rang the doorbell. Then waited, and waited. Ten minutes passed and still nothing. He didn't know what he should do. He was just starting to panic when his phone received a text message.

"I can see you. You look so pathetic. Wait there until I tell you otherwise."

What? He looked around, and up at the windows. Eventually he spotted a camera staring down at him from the corner of the building.

Another text... "Go into the kitchen through the side door. You will find instructions on the table."

He looked around and noticed a gate that opened into a walkway down the side of the house where there was another door. He went through the gate and opened the door into a large kitchen. On the table, as indicated, there was a sheet of paper:

Take off all your clothes and fold them neatly before placing them in the cupboard beside the sink.

Lock the ring gag in your mouth.

Put the two small clothes pegs on your nipples.

Put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

Open the door into the hallway and crawl upstairs. My bedroom is the 2nd door on the left. Wait kneeling with your knees apart, back perpendicular and with wrists behind you until told otherwise.

K

Well at least She obviously has a plan, he thought. Although by now he was starting to worry a little about what that plan might entail. Each step seemed to result in his being slightly more helpless, slightly more uncomfortable. Vulnerable. He felt incredibly vulnerable. Incredibly turned on too.

Again he did as he was told. The gag was a simple strap with a thick rubber ring in the centre, and a small padlock that would lock the buckle behind his head. There were only a few tightness settings and only one that wasnt either far too tight or too loose. It was still pretty tight though and pushed the ring firmly behind his teeth keeping his mouth wide open. There was, of course, no key with the padlock. A little drool began to trickle down his chin.

The clothes pegs were a bit uncomfortable. The rope corset had effectively created a peek-a-boo bra effect with his "breasts" centred in a diamond of ropes on each side. His nipples had been rubbing against his t-shirt all afternon and were already a little sore. The pegs hurt but not too badly. Except when he brushed against them, or moved suddenly.

The wrist and ankle cuffs just buckled in place. The leather that threaded though the buckles was quite stiff and he had a feeling that it would be pretty difficult to remove them without help.

Feeling faintly ridiculous he got down on all fours. A position which once again caused new constrictions and wiggles of the corset and plug. Then he started to crawl slowly through the door and up the stairs. That activity also meant that each step ground the plug deeper inside him.

At the top of the stairs he turned left and headed for the second doorway. The door was slightly ajar but he couldn't see inside the room. He got into the required position and waited. Breathing deeply to try to forestall his panic.

A few minutes passed, and he adjusted his position slightly. Suddenly from behind him came Her voice..

"Do not fidget slave!"

He began to turn towards Her but was told, "Eyes front!"

He quickly faced forward once more and kneeled up straighter.

He the felt cool fingers pulling his wrists closer together and heard another padlock clicking shut. His wrists we now joined behind him. This was getting serious!

As he tested the cuffs he suddenly lost all vision as a tight rubber blindfold was pulled down over his eyes. Soon after a wide collar was buckled around his neck. One that was wide enough and shaped to stop him moving his head into any position other than looking straight ahead. What must have been a leash was clipped to a ring on the fron of his collar and tugged.

"Follow me."

He shuffled forward ungainly and off balance on his knees as he was led into the room directly ahead. He heard springs creak slightly and reasoned that She must have sat down on the bed in front of him.

"You have done very well. I am pleased. But that won't stop me from hurting you of course."

He started to say something, to beg for some sort of mercy, through the ring gag. Instead of listening to his pleas She grabbed his ears and guided his wide open mouth down onto what must have been a strap-on She was wearing. He pleas became gurglings and choking noises as She deftly pushed it further down his throat.

"I did not give you permission to speak! Now suck!!"

The face fuck seemed to go on forever. He wasn't getting a lot of oxygen in between thrusts and his world seemed to be closing in on him.

Eventually She stopped and stood up. Pulling once more on his leash She helped him to stand up and guided him until he was standing up against the back of a chair of some sort. Pulling his feet apart She attached chains from the chair legs to his ankle cuffs. Then She had him bend forward as far as he could before linking his leash to the front of the chair.

"That's better. Nice and helpless and ready for Me to do anything I please to you. Just as you have always dreamed. Of course your dreams may not have gone into too much detail about what I actually do to you. But not to worry... MY dreams have."

As that little speech started to sink in he felt Her untying some of the knots on the rope corset. But any hopes of it being removed were premature. She then spent a good 10 minutes methodically tightening all the loops before retying the knots.

"Can't have you breathing too deeply now can we slave?"

He could scarcely breather at all!!

"Of course I can't fuck your arse with that big butt plug held in there like that, but it looks so BIG, and dominating. I like it where it is for now. I can still fuck your mouth some more, and if that gets boring I'm sure I can liven things up with My canes and crops and that lovely unmarked white bottom... But first..."

She walked around in front of me and seated Herself on what I found out later was a high stool which put her pussy at exactly the same height as my mouth.

"OK, this is how this weekend if going to work. You are going to lick Me as if your life depends on it. Basically because if you don't I shall make you very miserable indeed. If you do a really good job of giving me as many orgasms as I need then I will only cane you hard instead of extremely hard. As a change of pace I will fuck your mouth and arse as often as I feel like it. If you're really good I might allow you some rest and toilet breaks now and then. Or I may just put a bowl under you to piss in. The plug will only come out when I'm fucking you so I hope you didn't eat much today. You will have to learn to sleep as you are right now. Not that you'll be getting much sleep. I'm feeling very horny and have been looking forward to this for a long while now. I'm not going to waste a moment. I hope that's all crystal clear? Not that I give a fuck if it is or it isn't. Now lick me... or else!!"

...

It was a very long weekend for him. Not long enough for Her.