I Have a Fetish for Extreme Bondage

As my slave, it is essential for you to understand that I control every single aspect of you. You do not orgasm, think, or move without me allowing you to do so. (You are my property, as I explained in one of my favorite videos.) It should be no surprise, then, that extreme bondage is one of my biggest fetishes, since it lets me completely immobilize and emasculate you.

One recent evening, I met a longtime sub at a hotel restaurant for a cocktail and dinner (a rare privilege for him) before a session in a suite up above. In public, I like to give subtle hints of my kink and BDSM interests, so I was wearing a black latex bra that was perhaps slightly visible under my under my silk dress and a necklace holding the key to his chastity cage. As instructed, my sub was in a nice suit and tie. Unless people saw him squirming, I suspect no one would have guessed that he was wearing that locked steel cage around his cock and a sizable plug up his ass.

After I finished my dessert, we took the elevator upstairs. As he is trained to do, he kneeled before entering the room and crawled inside. Once the door closed, he stripped.

“What is that cot for?” he asked, a bit nervously, as he eyed a small folding mattress at the foot of the room’s giant bed.

I let the question linger for a few seconds and then leaned down next to his ear. “That is going to be your home for the evening, baby,” I whispered. “Go lay down on it.”

He did as told, and very soon I was slipping rope around his wrists and ankles, and looping it around the cot’s metal frame in tight, intricate knots. I was pretty certain he was stuck, but to make sure, I told him I’d let him masturbate if he could break free. He strained intensely, working up a sweat as his muscles burst around the ropes, but he could not manage it.

The sight of him struggling had turned me on, so I sprawled out on the bed and let him watch while I played with myself. “Enjoy the sight, baby,” I told him, “because I have a man arriving in a few minutes, and when he knocks on the door, a leather mask with no eyeholes is going over your face, and you are just going to have to listen while he fucks me.”

He whimpered like the little bitch he is, thrusting in the air, with his cage bouncing back and forth and leaking precum. His wrists and ankles were getting raw and red, which was quite comical, but I did not like the idea of him being able to thrust like that, so I took some more rope and crisscrossed it around his chest, crotch, and legs. As I worked, brushing my perfect body against his, he looked more desperate than I have ever seen him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Be a good boy,” I said, as I pulled the hood over his head, “and there just might be a special reward for you at the end of this session.”

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