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She screamed during her first climax. Her second and third orgasms weren’t as violent. She let Nathan pause after her third, resting his wet cheek against her soft thigh. She slid from beneath him and attached four nylon straps the bedposts. Nathan lay motionless as she wrapped ballistic nylon restraints around his ankles. She unlocked the handcuffs and attached restraints to his wrists. “Roll over, darling. I want to fuck you.” She helped him roll over and tethered his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He convulsed when she ran her long fingernails lightly over his chest, barely grazing his nipples. Nathan’s rock-hard cock pulsed with each heartbeat as she caressed his belly. He gasped when she stroked the head of his cock with her fingertips.

  “You may not come without my permission, understand?” She caressed his scrotum.

  “Y... yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, mistress,” he gasped. Bridget climbed on the bed and mounted him, swinging her long leg over his body, straddling his hips. Nathan stared into her blue eyes, fixating on her large pupils as she reached behind her back and guided his stiff cock into her warm, moist vagina. She slowly lowered her body, turning her hips side to side as Nathan inhaled through clenched teeth, fighting the orgasm that was building inside him.

  “No orgasm or I’ll punish you,” she whispered, rocking her hips, gliding up and down on his stiff cock. She threw her head back, sending her long black hair over her shoulders. She lowered her breasts, stopping an inch from his face. Nathan craned his neck to reach them. “Want to suck my nipples, Nathan?”

  “Yes... oh yes, mistress,” he gasped. She lowered them, one at a time, letting him take her large, dusky areolas between his lips. Bridget clenched her teeth and her hips convulsed.

  “You may come, Nathan,” she hissed between clenched teeth. A wracking climax seized Nathans’ body. His arms and legs convulsively jerked against the nylon restraints shaking the bed as semen spurted from his stiff cock into Bridget’s lithe body.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Nathan awoke beside her, blinked, and blinked again. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been a nightmare. Her face wore the mask of peaceful innocence as she slept. Nathan stared at her full lips and perfect skin, her thick black hair on her pillow, and at one perfect breast peeking out of the sheet. He wanted to touch her, but thought better. “Was that just an act last night?” he asked himself silently. “Were we role playing?” Bridget stirred as if on cue, opened her eyes, and smiled.

  “Good morning, darling. The coffee beans are in the refrigerator, on the shelf in the door. Filters are in the cupboard over the coffeemaker. I like it strong.” Nathan stared, slightly taken aback. “I’ll join you in a bit.” She slid out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, as he stared at her exquisite bottom. He threw back the covers, bolted downstairs, and began to dress. He was buckling his belt when she came downstairs wearing a white silk robe.

  “Had enough, Nathan?”

  “I was just getting dressed.” She smiled knowingly.

  “I thought you might want to pick up where we left off.”

  “I really need to go.” Bridget crossed her arms, still smiling.

  “Too much?”

  “Uh, no. It’s just that I have a lot to do.”

  “I’ll get dressed and drive you to get your car, after we have coffee.”

  “No bother. I’ll call a cab.”

  “You are going to make me coffee?” Nathan’s face flushed hot as he stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He called a cab the minute the grinder stopped and was out the door without saying goodbye as soon as he heard the horn.

  *****

  He remembered he left his briefcase in Bridget’s car, as he walked up the parking garage stairs. “Oh, shit!” His phone buzzed just as he got to his car. He tapped the instant message.

  I’ll drop your briefcase by your office Monday, unless you need it sooner- B

  He broke into a cold sweat. He felt like there was too much for his brain to process, between the emotions and passions. He drove to his apartment building and took the elevator to the 12th floor, unshaven and feeling dirty, with his tie in his coat pocket and dressed in yesterday’s clothes. He put three scoops of ground coffee into the filter and poured a carafe of water into the machine. It was cheap, throwaway model, not a high-end model like Bridget’s. He hung his suit in the closet and stripped down. He stared at his pale, stubbly face in the mirror.

  Was that fear in his eyes? “You’ve been searching for a dominant woman your entire life; one who would take complete control of you, a strong, beautiful woman, who would completely dominate you, in every facet of your life.” Her words were like a punch in the gut. “Your marriage fell apart because your wife didn’t give you the structure you needed. I will.” The pain stabbed Nathan beneath his sternum again, just as it had in the restaurant.

  “Christ, this is insane,” he said out loud. “It can’t be happening.” He showered and shaved, then spent an hour reading the paper. That got his mind off Bridget Kelly for mere minutes. He pressed against his still sore knees and immediately got an erection. He bit his lip as he remembered the metallic click of her handcuffs. He changed into his cycling clothes and carried his bike outside. His inhaled the cool morning air, still early enough not to be fouled with diesel smoke and exhaust fumes. He strapped on his helmet and peddled to the George Washington Parkway.

  *****

  He was on pins and needles Monday morning. He’d rehearsed his lines with Bridget a hundred times. Hey Bridget, nice to see you. Thanks for a pleasant evening. Karen, his secretary startled him when she knocked on his office door. She stepped in with his briefcase. “A courier dropped this off.” She set it on the chair by his desk and sauntered out. Nathan dropped into his chair, deflated, and let out a sigh. He couldn’t concentrate. All he could think of was Bridget Kelly. He had a deposition scheduled for one o’clock, and needed to prepare. She completely occupied his mind. He opened his briefcase to get the deposition file and stared at a pair of black lace panties. He rocked back in his chair and stared at the neatly folded lace panties, reverently reached in and grasped them. He took a deep breath and brought them to his face. Her woman-scent filled his mouth and nose as he pressed them to his lips.

  He dialed her firm’s number on impulse and asked for Ms. Kelly. “Bridget Kelly.” He pressed his eyelids closed.

  “Uh, hello, Bridget.”

  “Did you get your briefcase?”

  “Yes, I’m calling to thank you.”

  “You’re certainly welcome, Nathan.”

  “Bridget... mistress, I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m sorry I rushed out Saturday morning.” The words rushed out on their own. “What you showed me about myself scared me, but I can’t let it go. It’s consumed me.”

  “What do you want, Nathan?” He swallowed hard.

  “You told me I’d be spending time with you, serving you, and doing your bidding... that’s what I want.”

  “Do you want to be my slave, Nathan?” Her words knocked the wind out of him. He squeezed the telephone receiver.

  “Yes... yes, mistress.” Nathan inhaled as her silence crashed onto him. The pain under his sternum made it hard to inhale.

  “Pack enough clothes for three days and be at my house by seven.” She hung up without saying goodbye. Nathan looked around his office as if he was lost, and realized he’s perspired though his shirt.

  *****

  He carried his suitcase to her door at 6:57 and rang the doorbell. Bridget answered the door dressed in lime green Capri pants and sleeveless, cotton, leopard skin blouse. Nathan stared at her toes in her four-inch, cork soled, espadrille sandals. “Hello, Nathan,” she pulled open the door and stepped back for him to pass. Put your clothes in the bedroom on the right side of the hall. I cleared out the closet and two drawers in the dresser. Then undress and join me in the living room.”

  The lump in his stomach got bigger and bigger as he hung his suits in the closet and arranged his underwear an
d socks in the drawer. He left his shaving kit on the dresser, undressed and slowly walked down the stairs, trying to ignore his erection. The smell of Italian cooking filled his nostrils.

  Washingtonian Magazine lay open on Bridget’ lap. A glass of white wine sat on the coffee table within arms reach. He silently walked across the room and knelt three feet from where she sat. He stared at her red toenails and delicate feet as his blood engorged cock twitched up and down with each heartbeat. She ignored him. He didn’t know how long it was before she looked up. “Get me another glass of wine.” He stood unsteadily, knees aching, still hard as a rock and carried her wineglass to the kitchen. He refilled it and noticed the foil covered casserole dish on the stove. He carried the glass back.

  “As soon as I finish this glass, you’ll serve me dinner in the dining room. Set a service for one. You will eat in the kitchen, standing.”

  “Yes, mistress.” Nathan set a place setting at the head of the table and returned to his kneeling position at her feet. He fixed her plate in the kitchen. He served her a salad first, and then spinach lasagna, eating quickly beside the stove between courses. He brought her coffee last, and immediately started washing the dishes. He returned to the living room and found her watching the early news.

  “Come upstairs with me.” She killed the TV with the remote. “On your knees, of course.” He followed her, crawling on is hands and knees, grateful to be in her presence. He followed her into the bathroom. A white bed sheet was spread on the floor. Nathan saw an electric hair trimmer, disposable razor, shaving gel, and a small box on the vanity.

  “We haven’t discussed our arrangement, yet, but I’m proposing a one week trial, followed by a one month trial. During each one, either of us can terminate the arrangement without justification at any time. If we get through them, I’ll consider a permanent arrangement.” Nathan looked into her eyes and was suddenly cognizant that he was naked and had a hard-on. He looked away. “Is that acceptable?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “In order to control your orgasms, I’m putting you in a locked chastity device. I’ll hold the key. I need to shave you first.” Nathan looked away as she trimmed his pubic hair down to a sixteenth of an inch with the electric trimmer. Tufts of coarse pubic hair wafted down onto the sheet.

  “Rinse off in the shower and lather up while I get rid of this sheet.” Nathan tempered the water, stepped in the shower, and washed his cock and balls. His cock looked longer and bigger without all the hair. She sat on the toilet cover and shaved his stiff penis and scrotum with short, precise strokes, rinsing the razor in the sink, tapping it against the side. She rinsed and dried him.

  Nathan stared as she removed a clear, penis-shaped plastic piece from the box. “This is just temporary.” Bridget held it up as Nathan’s erection wilted. “We’ll get a stainless steel model after the trials. She studied several rings and selected one, pressed his scrotum through, one testicle at a time, and pushed the device over his penis. She mated the piece with the pin on the ring and slipped a tiny padlock through the ring. Nathan stared as terror and erotic humiliation battled inside him. He started to get an erection. The hard plastic shell pressed against his skin and stopped it.

  “How long will I have to wear this, mistress?” he asked meekly.

  “I’ll take it off to clean you and on the rare occasion when you’ve earned an orgasm, but otherwise, 24-7.” She looked down at him, clearly taller in four-inch heels and him shoeless. “Come with me. Seeing you shaved and emasculated has made me horny.” She led Nathan to her room by the hand and took the collar out of her drawer. Nathan’s face flushed hot as she buckled it around his neck and his penis pressed tight against the hard plastic shield, blocking the blood trying to flow into it.

  “You may undress me, slave.” The meaning of the word sent a surge of adrenaline through his body. She stood beside the bed as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She stepped out of her espadrilles. He unbuttoned her Capri pants and gingerly pulled them down her legs. She placed her hand on his shoulder as he knelt to remove them. He unclasped her white lace brassiere and freed her large, firm breasts, longing to touch them. He knelt to remove her white lace panties and stared at her smooth vulva, as his heart pounded in his ears like a timpani.

  Bridget pulled Nathan up by the hand, stepped close and pressed her large, soft breasts against his chest. “You’d give anything to fuck me, wouldn’t you”? She whispered. She rubbed them against him and ground her hips against his. Her cool, sweet breath made his cheek tingle as his penis pressed against its cage like a rodeo bull in a gate. She ran her fingernails lightly down his back. “Well, slave, answer me. You’d give anything to fuck me wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, mistress.” He swallowed hard. “Yes, I’d give anything, mistress.”

  “Would you give me yourself, and be my slave forever?”

  “Yes, mistress, I would.” Nathan’s arms hung by his sides, aware that he was forbidden to touch Bridget without her permission.

  “I might allow you to fuck me occasionally. I have a strong sex drive and need sex often. My therapist says it’s a power thing. I’ll need a good fucking more often than the few times I permit you to fuck me. That means there will be other men in my life.” A sharp pain shot from his throbbing balls to his chest. “You understand that you’re my slave, not my lover.”

  “Yes... yes, mistress.”

  “Good.” She glided to the bed, and lay on her back. Nathan stared at her nude body, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, mere feet away, forbidden to him. He’d allowed her to castrate him with a chastity device, take away his manhood. He glanced down at his hairless groin, at his flaccid penis encased in clear hard plastic, and his smooth shave balls pressed forward by the plastic retaining ring.

  “You may pleasure me with your mouth, slave, but no touching. Nathan positioned himself between her long, smooth legs. They were totally feminine, but strong and firm. He leaned down to within an inch of her vulva and breathed in her woman-scent. Blood rushed to his abdomen. The cruel plastic cage would have none of it. He used his tongue to part her already moist labia and relished the salty, musky taste and smell. Bridget came quickly, aroused by shaving and pseudo-castrating Nathan.

  Bridget slipped from beneath him and walked in the bathroom. Nathan heard water filling the bathtub. “Slave, come in here. I want you to bathe me and shave my legs.” Nathan knelt beside the soaking tub and watched the water rising around her body. He washed her with a natural sponge and organic body wash, methodically caressing her perfect skin with the brown sponge. She rested her legs on the side of the tub as he lathered and shaved them, and rose on her knees for him to shave her vulva. His cock twitched inside its prison as he worked. He held a towel as she stepped out and dried her off.

  “I feel like cooking tonight,” she announced as he helped her don a silk robe. I think I’ll do Chinese. She pointed to a wicker hamper. “There is a load of dark clothes you can run while I’m cooking.” She stepped into a pair of satin slippers and left him in the bedroom.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Where are we going, mistress?” After two weeks, Nathan was comfortable asking questions within the scope of their arrangement.

  “To a shop that does tattoos and body piercing.” Nathan broke into a cold sweat.

  “Am I getting a tattoo?” he asked meekly.

  “Not today, anyway. The chastity device I’ve selected for you is integrated with a Prince Albert piercing. It’s impossible to pull out.”

  “Prince Albert?” She turned he head and met his gaze. She smiled showing her perfect white teeth.

  “It’s a piercing that passes through the urethra and out the bottom of the glans, where it meets the penis shaft.” Nathan shivered as a bead of sweat tickled down his side.

  “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “I want to ensure there are not accidents. I want you secure in your chastity device. You’re doing it for me, Nathan. Turn left at the next li
ght.” She directed him into a strip shopping center and had him park in front of a storefront with a sign Body Art by Jeremy. Nathan felt perspiration trickle down his back as they walked across the lot. Bridget held his arm, as if they were a real couple. The men they passed stared with envy. Bridget’s smile disarmed them, making them act and look like schoolboys. He opened the door and stepped in behind her. A burly man in a black tee shirt and jeans hung up the phone and smiled. “Jeremy?”

  “You must be Bridget. I never forget a voice.” He looked stupid as she smiled and offered her hand.

  “This is Nathan. He wants a PA and the Steelheart chastity device.” Nathan swallowed hard as he looked at the pink and blue designs that snaked up the man’s muscular arms and disappeared under his black tee shirt. Jeremy smiled as he looked Nathan up and down.

  “Excellent choice-- complete security and the utmost in comfort for long-term confinement.” He led them to a jewelry display. “I’d suggest starting with a 12 gauge captive bead ring. You can go up to a 10 later.”

  “How soon before he can wear the Steelheart?” Bridget’s eyes sparkled like a little girl’s on Christmas morning. Nathan felt his stomach turn.

  “Not until it heals... well he can wear it before then, just not with the anti-pull out device attached. I think you’ll find it plenty secure even without it.” Nathan signed the consent form without reading it-- the last thing a successful attorney in his right mind would do. But Nathan wasn’t in is right mind. She’d taken over his will and he was helpless to resist. Jeremy led them through a door into the salon area with private rooms. The smell of disinfectant and traces marijuana smoke filled his nostrils, as he looked at the bottles of tattoo ink and disinfectant, boxes of disposable gloves, tools, and medical supplies on the counter. Jeremy motioned to what looked like a dentist’s chair.

  “I’ll need to see your equipment before we get started.” He pulled on a pair of purple vinyl gloves. So if you don’t mind dropping trou, we’ll get on with the program.” Nathan unbuckled his belt, opened his slacks, and pulled them down. He looked away; face burning with humiliation as he slid down his shorts. “I’ll need the key Bridget.” Nathan watched her hand Jeremy the key from the corner of his eye. The same look of joy and the same outward glee still radiated from her beautiful face. Jeremy gently removed the plastic cage and pulled down on the retainer ring that encircled his scrotum.