Owned

Submitted by: Anonymous submissive

When they'd first met, he had sensed something extraordinary about her, and now he'd found his excuse to visit her: some made up pretext, some excuse, some reason. When she answered the door, she seem unsurprised at his arrival. Looking him up and down, she asked him what he wanted.

"To see you," he offered.

"Why?"

He mumbled some words of admiration, and she looked him over again, unimpressed.

"And you want me to let you inside?" she asked.

He looked at her eagerly. After some consideration, she asked him to wait, closing the door. She returned shortly with a think red ribbon in her hands.

"I don't know you well enough to trust you, so if you want to come in, your hands will have to be bound with this."

He knew she was capable of unexpected things, but this was a real surprise. His senses told him to leave now: but there was an irresistable curiosity there. He had to get to know her a little better, and this was the deal on offer. And what harm could possibly come of it? Nodding, he held out his wrists. She grinned, and asked him to turn around: she wanted to tie them behind his back. He turned, and she quickly began to bind his wrists with the ribbon. As she tied the knot, he tried to look round at her, and shook his head, laughing to himself at the situation. He tried to pull his arms apart, but the binding was strong.

"Come." she said, turning and going inside. He followed, and she pushed the door closed behind them.

They entered a large, comfortable room, and she gestured for him to sit in the armchair, while she sat opposite. He obeyed.

"So what is it you want to know?"

"I want you to teach me about domination."

She laughed. He tried to explain himself further, that he was serious, that he knew what he was doing, that he really wanted her to help him. Listening, she produced a second ribbon.

"Are you willing for this to be bound around your feet?"

Suddenly, he felt very uncertain, and protested.

"Then our conversation is over," she said.

"Wait..." Many thoughts entered his mind. The choice, however, was clear. He could leave now, and forever not know what might have happened, or he could take a step forward. She started at him, awaiting his response. Looking up at her, he stared into her peircing eyes, and nodded... "Yes".

Again she smiled, and she pointed to the floor where she required him to place his feet. Stretching out his legs before him for her to bind, she began wrapping the ribbon around his ankles, securely, tightly, again and again looping it round, and finally tying a knot.

"There, " she said, "nice and tight."

He nodded.

"Now, I can have some fun with you."

He peered up at her, his heart beginning to race. What the hell was going to happen now?

"Wait... I'm not sure..." he began to say.

"Get on the floor, please."

He wriggled down off his seat onto the floor in front of her, lying on his front, his hands tied behind his back, his legs firmly bound.

"How do you like being tied up for me, hmmm?" She ruffled his hair. He did not know how to respond. He was not sure what the hell we was doing.

"I don't know..." he offered, illiciting a chuckle from her.

"Well, its time to find out, isn't it?" she said, sweetly, and began to loosen his clothes: first his shirt, then his pants.

"We'll have to get these things off you, pet, won't we, somehow?"

He looked up at her, not knowing what to say.

She produced a large pair of scissors, and without hesitation, began to cut away.

"Wait.. what are you doing?" he protested.

"What's the matter, pet, are you attached to your clothes?"

"Yes!" he cried, heart still racing, suddenly becoming very uncertain about his predicament.

She shook her head, tutting.

"Naughty boy. What on earth made a toy of mine would be allowed to keep his pants on?"

Cutting away she pulled off each garment one by one, until only his cotton shorts wear left. She paused, then ran the tips of her fingernails down his back,and up again. She smiled and sighed softly. Her touch felt excuisite, and he exhaled sharply. She then cut into his pants, and pulled them off him roughly. He felt his nakedness in the still air of the room. She ran a finger down the crack of his ass, then down each leg. He felt his cock begin to harden.

He could take it no more. "Stop, please, I've had enough. Untie me, I've changed my mind."

"What's that pet?"

"I want to leave. I've changed my mind."

"Awww... are you sure, pet?"

"Yes."

She began to caress his back with one hand, gently running it along his skin with the palm of her hand, up to his shoulders, across, and down... sliding it underneath him, towards his cock. She ever so gently caressed it with just the tips of her fingers, so softly... it got harder still.

He shook his head. "No.. I don't like this.." He closed his eyes as she caressed him more. She then stood back, standing up in front of him, as he lay, face down, naked on the floor, trying to look up at her, his hard cock pressed up now against the carpet beneath him.

"Untie me now please," he said.

"Are you certain that's what you want?"

His mind was racing. To leave now seemed unbearable.

"I don't know..." he mumbled... "I don't know what I want."

"Poor thing," she said. "Look, here's what is going to happen. You see these?" She pointed down to her black stiletto heeled shoes, and put one foot out towards his chin resting on the carpet. "My shoes. I want you to lick them clean thoroughly. If you can do a good enough job, I'll untie you witout any hesitation, and you will be free to go."

He tried to raise his eyes up to see her, and arching his neck, even in his bound position, admired the curves of her form standing there in front of him, looking down, bright red lips smiling. He waited for her to finish.

"But if I am not satisfied..."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to fuck you like a whore."

He gasped... "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

She was holding now a strap on dildo.

"You know what this is, don't you, pet.." she said softly, and ran it down along his spine over his ass, teasing his cheeks apart with its tip gently. "I'd like to fuck you, " she whispered, leaning softly into his ear.

His heart leapt. "You can't..."

"Shut up, and get on with it."

With that, she pulled off each shoe, and pushed them into his face with her toe, stepping away barefoot and disappearing.

He was left alone now, naked, tied, only him and the shoes before him. He looked at them: they seemed clean, what could he possibly do to make them clearer? This situation was ridiculous, surely she was not serious. Yet he felt deep down that she was entirely serious. Frightened, he looked around the room for some form of escape... there was nothing. He could see nothing else to do, but begin to run his tongue along the shoes.

Pressing his tongue against it, he followed the curved contours of the shoe, lapping against it. He had always admired the shape of ladies shoes immensely, and these were a particularly fine specimin. He pulled himself forward a little, and turned on his side to attend to them more thoroughly. Pulling his knees up, he turned back, his naked ass arched in the air, fully exposed, the red ribbons binding his arms and legs, running his tongue tenderly along each shoe. He became absorbed in his task, his cock, now semi-hard, showing his feelings more clearly than his words.

When he had finished, he rested his chin on the ground again, still kneeling now, awaiting her return. After some time, he heard her footsteps as she padded towards him.

"Good boy. Are you all done?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?"

A pause. "Yes, Miss."

"Good, pet."

She picked up the shoes, and began to examine them.

"Mmmm. Not bad..." she muttered, turning them over and over in her hands, looking for marks. He waited, silently, his heart racing.

"Wait."

"What, Miss?"

"What is this?"

"What?"

"This." She thrust one shoe before his eyes, and he tried to focus.

"I can't see anything."

"Its filthy. Look at it. You did this on purpose, didn't you, you little slut? You *want* me to fuck you, don't you?"

"No, no I don't!"

"You call me 'Miss', slut! God, if I'd known you were such a whore, I would have fucked you the second you came in the door."

"Please..."

But she was not listening. She took the ball gag she had brought with her, and passing it over his head, pushed it into his mouth and began to fasten it. He tried to cry out in protestation, but his cries were now muffled by the gag.

"Ok fucktoy, now I'm going to give you what you so very obviously want," she said, strapping the dildo on, placing her hands on his the sides of his waist. "I bet you like it hard, don't you, slut?"

He shook his head as he felt the tip of the dildo begin to enter. He cried out, and she gently pushed it in. "There, there, little slut... you're mine now, to be fucked in whatever way I please." She began to push it thrust now, her penetration entering deeply inside him. He arched his back to ease the passage of the cock into him, his face pressed into the carpet, the salva amassing in his mouth as she rode him firm and hard.

"You like it, don't you my slut."

"Mmmmm" came the garbled response, his cock now hard as a rock, his naked body being used for nothing but her pleasure and satisfaction.

"You like being my little fucktoy!"

"Yeefff" he stammered, the dildo building in him a climax like he had never felt before. He yielded to her completely as she road him firm and hard, her hands pressing down his head into the carpet, checking again and again his cock to ensure he was completely aroused. His muffled cries could not disguise he obvious excitement that overwhelmed him. Encouraged, she fucked him hard until he cried a muffled cry of exctasy.

"Good boy..." she whispered, sliding the dildo out, releasing her grip on him. His whole body loosened has he relaxed. He rolled onto his side, his cock still hard, and he tried to mumble some words of gratitude through the gag.

"Quiet, pet," she said, stroking his hair. She lay down beside him and pressed herself against him. She kissed his neck gently and began to remove his gag. He coughed and spat, breathing heavily. She reached down to check his cock was still hard. It was.

"Now pet, do you still want to leave, or do you want to stay and learn more?"

He did not hesitate in his reply. "I want to stay, Mistress."