"Well, it looks like you enjoyed yourself," Kaitlyn teases, tracing her fingertip over my still hard cock.

"Was he a good boy, Marta?" she asked.

"Yes," Marta admitted reluctantly.

Her hand gently caressed my cheek, looking into my eyes. "Then you will be my dinner guest tonight," she said, "But first," she added, "we need to make sure you are properly outfitted."

She showed me a hinged metal device that she was holding. The band was thick, maybe 3/4 of an inch wide, and coated on the inside and edges with neoprene rubber. Kaitlyn reached down and wrapped it around my cock at the base behind my balls. Gently she closed it and added a small brass lock at the base. At the top was a small metal ring, which hung loose.

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

She stretched out a long black leather leash and snapped the clip to the band around my cock. She tugged sharply, making me jerk forward, "Come along, David," she said, turning and heading to the door. I followed quickly behind, the leash constantly tugging at my cock.

First, Kaitlyn led me to the bathroom, where I was directed to step into a large claw foot tub. After helping me in, she pointed to a pair of rings hanging from the ceiling.

"Grab a hold," she instructed and I did.

She turned on the water and held up a the shower massage in one hand and a large soapy sponge in the other. The water was cool, but not uncomfortably cold and the sponge was warm. She lathered me up all over and rinsed me off several times. Next, her hands lovingly lathered my hair with shampoo, and rinsed it out.

"Just so you know," she said, leaning down and turning the faucet slowly.

She pointed the stream of cool water at my cock, at first stimulating it, but very slowly, the water grew colder. I started to twist as the water hit my cock and balls, earning a soft admonishment, "Hold still, David."

As the water grew colder and colder, I could feel my erection going away. It took everything in my power not to turn away, but I held nearly still, shifting my weight back and forth in the tub.

"Just another two minutes," she added, keeping the now freezing water directly on my cock. To make matters worse, the ring around my cock had grown cold as well.

I began an involuntary kind of whimpering as my legs and crotch began to grow slightly numb.

Kaitlyn kept the freezing stream of water on my cock as it went soft.

The freezing water was becoming unbearable when she turned the faucet off.

"That was two minutes, David," she said sternly, "I hope you never need to experience a 15 or 30 minute punishment session."

She ran her fingers over my shrivelled cock and balls. "Oh my," she taunted, "look how small it gets." She looked at me, "It must be so embarrassing when it gets so tiny," she said giggling softly.

She took a large maroon towel and began drying me. She rubbed it over my head, drying my hair and ran a brush through it. She I was mostly dry, she snapped the leash back on the cock ring and led me out of the tub to a bedroom.

On the bed was a grey suit, a dress shirt, socks, shoes and a tie.

"Get dressed," she instructed, removing my leash and taking a seat on a large wicker chair in the corner.

I put on the shirt, and socks, and pulled the pants up, feeling a bit strange to not have underwear on.

I buttoned the pants shut and reached down to pull up the zipper.

I could hear Kaitlyn laughing softly as I had trouble finding the zipper. Finally it dawned on me. It had been removed. The only thing between me an the world was a small slot of fabric, which I had no way to keep closed.

"You should see what happens when you sit down," she added, barely able to contain her delight.

I sat down on the bed and looked down, the fabric parting neatly, leaving a large hole in the front of my pants, exposing my cock.

I looked at her, desperate. "Mistress!" I implored her, my embarrassment evident in my tone and expression.

"You'll get used to it David," she assured me. Then after giving it some thought she corrected herself. "Well, you probably won't get used to it, but you'll learn to deal with it."

I slipped the shoes on and tied the tie around my neck. I added the jacket and turned toward her.

"Very nice," she said. I smiled softly.

She stood in front of me and smoothed her hands over my chest and lapels. "Very nice," she added, emphasizing the "very."

She slid her hand up to the knot on my tie and pulled the back portion taut, tightening the tie around my neck snuggly.

I stretched my neck, feeling its tightness. Every movement, breath and swallow felt strained. I reached up, to sldie my finger between my neck and the shirt. She stopped me, before I reached the collar.

"Leave it," she said, leaning toward me. She whispered in my ear "I want you to be uncomfortable." Her hot breath in my ear made me tingle.

I felt her hands part the slot in my pants and heard the familiar click of her attaching the leash.

"Let's go," she told me, turning on her heel, "Dinner time."

She snapped the leash and I walked behind her, following her to the car.

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