Kaitlyn's expression turned cold, "Slavery means you have given up all rights. You do understand that, don't you?"

I nodded solemnly.

"It doesn't matter what you do and do not understand anymore." She took out a set of thin leather straps, and placed them around my cock and balls, one strap circling tight behind my balls and the second wrapped similarly in front of them, both very tight. At the base hung a small D ring.

"Lean forward and put you hands behind your back," she instructed. I did and felt her snap a pair of thumbcuffs on me, trapping my hands behind my back.

She stepped out of the car and walked around, opening my door. From her purse, she produced a long chain leash and snapped one end to the D ring between my legs. With a quick snaps, she encouraged me to step out of the car, which was difficult with my wrists behind me.

Once I was standing, Kaitlyn stepped behind me and gently draped a silk scarf over my eyes, tying it tightly behind my head. As the world was shut out, I felt my breathe grow ragged, and my heart beat faster. I wanted to speak, but could think of nothing to say.

Her hand slowly caressed my thighs, then my stomach, and, after what seemed like an eternity, the fingertips slowly grazed the length of the underside of my cock.

My whole body stiffened. Desperate to cum, I whispered the only word that came to mind, "Please."

Kaitlyn laughed, her hot breath in my ear, "Oh, David, it is going to be such fun torturing you like this."

I whimpered as her fingers barely touched my cock, making me thrust toward her. With each motion, her hand managed to remain just out of reach, just enough contact to be frustratingly tantalizing. My whimpering grew louder and more sustained.

Kaitlyn's voice grew softer, "It is OK if you want to cry. It won't change anything, but it might make you feel a little better."

I steeled myself, resigned to not cry, not to embarrass myself like that.

She jerked the chain, and I heard her footsteps fall directly ahead. I stumbled along after her, led by my cock leash. When we reached a small set of stairs, I bumped into them hard, and fell. She continued to walk, tugging harder on my leash until I scrambled to my feet, following her. I banged into walls and door jams. More than once, I considered stopping to rub myself against the wall, to try to relieve the aching that was consuming me.

Finally when we reached the bedroom, Kaitlyn removed my blindfold. Before me was a beautiful, king sized bed set in a gorgeous oak frame. The bed was pushed back a few feet from the wall. I watched as Kaitlyn stepped behind the headboard, lifting up a large wooden board with two holes cut in it. She locked it in an upright position. She repeated the process at the bottom.

She unlocked my thumbs and helped me remove my shirt. She led me by my cock to the side of the bed and plumped up two pillows which she set in the middle of the bed. She pointed and I climbed into bed, lying on my back as she instructed. With the pillows under my ass, my hard cock was pointing almost straight up. She guided my wrists over my head and opened the wooden frame. One wrist was placed in each hole and the stocks were closed. My arms raised over my head made me feel immediately vulnerable. The process was repeated on my ankles, but the ankle at which the holes were cut forced me to spread my knees wider than my ankles to fit in them. They also required me to slide almost halfway down the bed, stretching my arms tightly over my head.

I tried to relax, but found myself consumed with an overwhelming urge to touch myself, something which was now an impossibility.

"This is how you sleep now," Kaitlyn told me as she got up and turned to go toward the bathroom.

I squirmed and tested the stocks and found them secure. Each hole was lined with very soft material, making them quite comfortable.

When Kaitlyn stepped out of the bathroom, she was dressed in a sheer, powder blue baby doll nightie. She had removed her make up and looked even more beautiful than before. In her hand was a bottle of baby oil.

She pulled down the covers on her side and slipped into bed. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"I'm going to watch my program now," she informed me, "and then we need to go over a few things. I know you can't see it, but you can listen."

Trapped as I was, with my hips thrust into the air I couldn't raise my head high enough to watch, but I recognized the Letterman theme song.

Unexpectantly, I felt something cold on my cock, followed by her hand, slowly stroking me, rubbing the cold sensation all over. I gasped and squirmed.

"Don't worry, it's just baby oil," she told me, her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock, very slowly sliding up and down.

After a few jokes, she was chuckling to herself and I began to whimper and moan softly. Her fingers wrapped so tightly at the base, slowly releasing as her hand travelled up the length of my cock until she reached the head, where her touch was light as a feather. Her stroking was interupted with periods of rest and gentle tickling and teasing, running the tip of her finger in circles around the head of my cock, working the baby oil in.

"We do this every night to keep you nice and tender," she said, giggling.

"Oh God, please, no more," I protested.

"Shhhhhhhhhh," she chided me, "No talking during the show."

The show held her attention, but her hand remained on me constantly, sometimes stroking, sometimes just resting on what she had discovered to be my most sensative spots.

In a panic of pure frustration, I begged her to let me cum. "Please, God, please, I can't stand it, you are killing me."

"If you bother me again," she shot back, "I'm going to gag you."

I whimpered and tried to press my cock hard into her hand, bucking and squirming, desperate for the sensation that would send me over the edge.

As if she had a second, sense, she would pull her hand back just enough to keep contact, but deny any increased sensation. It didn't seem to affect her ability to watch the show. I was convinced if I could take her by surprise, with one quick thrust I could cum. I would squirm and twist and buck, but each time, her touch was just enough to make it worse.

After five attempts, I burst into tears. "I don't want to do this anymore," I protested, "Let me go. I made a mistake."

This time, her attention turned from the TV. She looked at me dead cold. "Yes, you did David. You made a huge mistake and you are going to pay for it. And just to make sure you know what is at stake, I thought you'd like to know that if you ever disappoint me exactly what is going to happen. Not only will you be out of a job but you will find yourself in trouble you can't even imagine. Once you are terminated, the FBI will discover on your computer all sorts of things, including child pornography, spreadsheets documenting how you have sold it, and that is just for starters."

She paused long enough to let the message sink in.

"You are fucked David."

Slowly her hand rubbed along the underside of my cock. She reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. From the drawer she removed a pair of panties and a roll of tape.

"I told you this was going to happen if you bothered me again," he said she began stufffing the panties in my mouth. Once she had, she taped my lips, leaving me unable to do more than whimper.

"The panties are a little old, I've been working out in them all week," she said laughing. As I ran my tongue over them I could taste her sweat, making my cock even harder.

As her hand found my cock again, I began to cry. My hands and wrists pulled at the stocks, but only half hearted now.

As if by magic, each time I was ready to explode, the sensation would stop, making me wail into my gag.

Before I would lose my erection, the stroking would return ever so slowly, so gently, each motion slower than the last, making me desperate.

After a dozen times of bringing me to the brink, she stopped.

Kaitlyn switched the light off and kissed me on the forehead, "Sleep well," she teased, before rolling over to sleep.

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