Once in the car, Kaitlyn reached over and pulled the linen napkin out of my waistband, once again exposing my cock.

"You see David," she explained, "now when you get hard, everyone around you will know about it."

I closed my eyes and bit my lip gently, nodding my head as the realization slow came over me that, as embarrassed as I felt, I was enjoying this tremendously.

I didn't need to tell her, it is something she already knew and, I suspected, had known for a long time.

As we pulled into the garage, she turned to me and looked me over.

"You really did well tonight, David. No complaints, no objections. I bet you didn't even think about running away, did you?"

I shook my head no.

Her hand wrapped around my still swollen cock. "And I hope you are beginning to understand," she said, slowly stroking me, "That this belongs to me now."

Her pace quickened, as her tone grew serious, "And it is the key David, to your body," she gave it a tightly little squeeze, "your mind," she added, her lips pressed almost against my ear, "and," she let her finger trail along the underside of my cock, "your soul."

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, feeling her words cut into my psyche. I was caught betwee the overwhelming desire to reach up and stroke my cock until I came and the growing feeling of helplessness, the feeling that I wanted her to frustrate me, to tease me, to humiliate me. I tried to look at her, but found my gaze directed to the floor.

She sensed it too. Her hand cupped my chin, raising my head so that I was looking into her eyes.

She watched, silently, as it became harder and harder to look at her, the feelings washing over me, confusing me, paralyzing me. Each time I started to look away, I felt her one finger on my chin, forcing me to look at her.

Her tone grew cold and demanding as she uttered a single phrase. "Feel it."

I whimpered as I looked into her eyes, feeling her invade every aspect of my mind, as if she was taking it over as I sat there in front of her. It wasn't so much that I was giving it as that I felt she was taking it from me, my will, my dignity, my desire. It felt both impossible and so right at the same time. I knew when we left the car things would never be the same again.

We sat, her staring at me, and me trying to avoid her gaze which grew more powerful with each passing minute. Her finger, constantly guiding my head back when I started to look away.

I swallowed and whispered softly, "Say something. Please."

She just stared, each passing second her gaze getting deeper inside me, sensing my discomfort.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a tear roll down my cheek, followed by another and another. In a matter of minutes, I was crying. I wasn't sure why or where it came from, I just knew that sitting there her gaze was enough to reduce me to tears.

"David," she said, breaking the tension, "I've been looking for someone like you for a long time. Maybe all my life."

Her beautiful eyes looked into mine, wide and loving now.

"Tell me, David, what you want."

I choked back my tears. "I, I, I" I stammered, "I want you to own it," I said, this time looking down at the floor.

Her finger again guided my head back up so that I was again looking into her eyes.

"You have to ask me to take it from you, David," she said softly.

I inhaled deeply, "Please Kaitlyn, take it from me," I paused, "take my cock, own it, control it. I want it to be yours." I paused. "Forever."

"You know what this means David?" she said softly, her finger now gently tracing the lines of my cheek.

"I'm taking away your manhood. I'm taking away your pleasure, your orgasms. I am taking away all those feelings of control. And when we do this, there will be no turning back."

I felt my cock swelling and throbbing as I listened to her words.

"I'm not going to make this easy for you David. But what makes you special is that I don't think you want me to, do you?"

I blushed slightly. I acknowledged her comment, nodding in quiet resignation.

"Once we start this David, you won't be able to stop it." She looked at me with a deep seriousness, "Ever," she added.

"Please take it," I blurted out, "please."

She smiled.

"It isn't quite that easy, David. Like I said, it isn't something you can give. It is something I have to take. And that taking takes time."

Her smile turned sinister, "But it isn't just words anymore David."

"And now," she added, clipping the leash back onto the cock ring, "there is nothing you can do to stop it."

I looked at her desperate as a wave of fear washed over me.

She pressed the leash handle to my lips and instructed me "Hold this." I opened my mouth and felt the taste of leather fill it as I bit down softly on the handle.

Kaitlyn got out of the car, walked around and opened my door. She took the leash out and uncerimoniously yanked, dragging me out of the car by my cock.

As we walked into the house, Kaitlyn continued to talk, "It's late, I think we ought to put you to bed. We have an early day tomorrow." She laughed softly, "Vacation is over, you are going back to work tomorrow. But things are going to be a little different."

She led me into the house and to the bedroom.

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