Fetish

People do a lot of crazy things for money, I should know because I’m one of those people. Working a dead-end job that paid just enough for rent wasn’t cutting it for me. I wanted a way to make more money without getting a second job, a side hustle as it’s called. That’s when the crazy idea came to me while I was watching porn on my computer. Why not rent myself out as a bondage boy toy. Bondage had always been a secret enjoyment for years but I never had the chance to indulge it because I lived with my parents and had school to worry about. Now, that I was on my own, it seemed like the perfect way to make money and explore my bondage fantasies.

I spent weeks putting together my website, checking out other male bondage sites and seeing what people liked. I took hundreds of pictures of myself tied up in crazy ways and posting them on my site and in bondage forums advertising myself. First things moved slow, just random guys coming to my site and writing how hot I looked and what they’d like to do to me but nothing ever serious. Then one day I got an email from some thirty-five year old man named Kevin. He was different from the others, he knew what he wanted and laid it all out for me. What he wanted was to rent me for 24hrs. We went over my limits, what I wanted and what I was willing to let him do. We agreed on $1,000, paid upfront and the other half once the job was done.

The week leading up to our meeting is one big blur. I remember backing out almost twice but he had paid me so I had to go through with it. Our meeting place was his house, about a half hour drive from where I lived. Nervous anticipation filled me as I drove out there. His neighborhood was nice, everyone’s houses and lawns looked almost cookiecutter. They were so much alike. Pulling up into his driveway I took a steadying breath and hoped he wouldn’t see how nervous I was as I knocked on his door.

Kevin promptly answered, looking every bit as handsome as his picture with his dark wavy hair, light blue eyes and fashionable stubble. “Your picture doesn't do you justice,” he said, a warm smile on his face.

I relaxed a bit. “Same goes for you,” I said as I entered his house.

Once inside I relaxed more as I took in my surroundings. I had expected to see dungeon furniture, the kind you see all over the internet, not clean hardwood floors and a living room that looks like it could be a showroom in a furniture store.

“Have a seat on the couch,” Kevin said, going to the living room. “I want to talk a bit. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”

I shook my head as I took my place on his very soft couch. On the coffee table in front of me was a large, flat black box. Kevin sat in an armchair on the other side of the table.

“I know we talked about this over the phone and online but before we go further with this I want to make sure you really know what you’re getting into,” he held up a hand to stall my response. “Hear me out before you speak. I know you want the domination experience, can’t say I blame you, but I’m not sure you know what you’re asking. Not sure if you’re ready for it. BDSM isn’t what you see in films or on porn sites, that’s just an exaggerated aspect of it.”

I straightened in my seat and tried to put as much confidence in my voice as I could. “I may be only 25 but I’m not a virgin. I’m ready for this.”

Kevin leaned back in his seat and regarded me with amusement. “I’ll take your word on it. Now for the ground rules, just so you’re clear on my role. I will never hurt you without your permission. You will always be safe with me. If you’re ever uncomfortable and want me to stop just say the word goldfish and it’s over. No questions asked. If you can’t speak I will give you a clicker to hold. Click it twice and I’ll stop whatever is happening.”

I swallowed, my palms sweating. “It’s a little unnerving that you have this down to a system.”

“Systems are comfortable and that’s the job of a Dom, to make sure their Sub is very comfortable,” he leaned forward and gestured to the box. “If you’re ready, open it.”

Feeling like a giddy kid given a present I lifted the lid and forgot how to breath for a few seconds. Inside were four black leather cuffs, fur lined with silver buckles. Next to them was a matching fur lined leather collar with a silver hoop hanging at the center. I looked over at Kevin who was watching me intently. “Do you want me to put them on now?” I cringed inwardly at how shaky my voice had become.

Kevin shook his head. “I will put them on before we start our sessions and I will remove them at the end.” He stood. “Follow me, I will show you to your room and then I’ll show you my dungeon.”

I did as told, my heart pounding like mad as adrenaline pumped through me at the thought of being inside a real dungeon. I followed Kevin down a short hallway that had three closed doors. “My room is across from yours and the other is the bathroom.” he said, opening the third door. “That room there is yours.”

I expected to see an empty room with a bed equipped with restraints to be used during a session. Instead I walked into a beautifully decorated bedroom big enough to be a one room apartment. The king-size bed was covered with a creamy-white duvet and a pile of blue-and-white bed pillows edged in lace. A wood desk was in the far corner and across the bed, mounted on soft blue walls was a sleek flat-screen TV.

“Wow. I may not want to leave if this can be my room permanently,” I said, only half kidding.

“I’m glad you like it. This is my sister’s room. She’s married but visits now and then,” Kevin went to the wall closet and pulled out a light blue cotton bathrobe. “You can wear this when you’re not earning your money. This is your safe place. I won’t enter without your permission. Ready to see the dungeon?”

“Oh yeah,” I couldn’t keep the eagerness from my voice. If his house looked picture perfect then his playroom had to look just as good.

He chuckled and led me back to the living room, over to a large cloth oriental tapestry. Unhooking it from the wall he revealed another door. “Be careful, there’s stairs,” he said, opening the door and turning on a light.

I could feel my dick trying to push free of my jeans as I followed him down a flight of stairs to paradise. The room was spacious, painted red and every piece of furniture was black leather. A grey carpet covered the floor. A padded St. Andrews cross was on one wall, a wood post covered in leather stood in the center and long, thin chains hung from the ceiling.

“It’s not much but I’m still working on it,” Kevin said. “You’d be surprised how much quality bondage furniture cost.”

“I did know because I window shop a lot online,” I said, going over to the cross. “So when do we start?”

Kevin looked at his watch. “It’s a little after ten, we can do it quickly before lunch. Some things you need to know before we do. First, go to your room and remove all your clothes, underpants included. Then come to me in the living room where I will cuff and collar you. Once we are down here we are no longer Kevin and Jason. You will refer to me as Sir and I will refer to you as Boy. You do not speak unless I tell you to. You do not look me in the eyes unless I tell you to. If you disobey I will punish you. Do you understand?”

My mouth chose that moment to become dry as a desert. Kevin spoke with such authority that it was a bit intimidating. Swallowing hard, nodded. “Yes sir.”

Kevin smiled. “Good. Now go take those clothes off.”

I didn’t run up the stairs but it was close. As I removed each piece of clothing I felt more and more vulnerable. Never before had I felt this way getting naked, not even when I was about to get it on with a one night stand. The house was warm thankfully, it was hard enough not to tremble from nerves and racing adrenaline as is. Once I was naked I went into the living room where Kevin was waiting. My dick was at attention and I couldn’t help but blush as his eyes lingered on it. He took great care with securing the cuffs around my ankles and wrists, asking if they were too tight which they weren’t. They felt snug, the fur lining soft against my skin. He locked them on with small padlocks, an added touch to show that I wouldn’t be free of them unless he wanted. Next came the collar. I almost exploded as he fastened it around my throat and I heard it lock.

“Are you ready, Jason. We’re about to start,” he said from behind me.

“Yes.” my voice sounded hollow and strained with emotion.

“Tell me the safe word.”

I had to think for a minute. “Goldfish.”

“Good. Remember to use it and this,” he pressed something small in my hand. “It’s a clicker. Two click and I will stop. On the count of three we will start. 1, 2, 3.”

On three he pulled my hands behind my back and locked them together, rendering me helpless. My breath caught in my throat as a strong arm wrapped around my chest, crushing me against a very toned body while the other hand held my erection. Squirming in his grasp I could do nothing as his hot lips kissed my shoulder and nibbled my left ear.

“You’re mine now, to do whatever I want with. And believe me, I have many things in store for that sweet ass of yours.”

Was that a threat or a promise? Before I could decide he spun me around and with one hand around my throat he pushed me back against the door and held me there. Before I could recover, Kevin pressed himself against me, pinning me to the wall with his body, and kissed me hard on the mouth. Caught off guard I struggled underneath him, trying to push him away with my legs but he quickly stepped on my feet, trapping them so I couldn’t move.

“Mmmmm! Mmm!” Panic was setting in because I couldn’t breath as Kevin’s hand tightened around my throat, preventing me from moving. We stayed like that for what felt like hours before Kevin broke off the kiss and pulled back enough so he could look into my eyes.

“You’re mine, boy. Say it. Say yes Sir I’m yours. Say it!”

His grip loosened a little from my neck, allowing me to breathe more freely. Swallowing hard I choked out my response, remembering not to look him in the eye. “Yes Sir. I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” he said, pulling me away from the door and opening it. “Walk.”

With his firm grip on my shoulders I made it down the stairs without tripping. Being helpless gave the room a whole new feel but it was what I had agreed to so I opened myself up and fell into my role. Kevin unlocked my wrists and caressed my ass.

“Go stand with your back against the post, and raise your arms above your head.”

Doing as ordered I watched him the best I could while keeping my eyes down. He locked my wrist cuffs to the post and slid his hands down my arms, his fingers squeezing the taut muscles. Not stopping there, his hands made their way down my sides to my hips. Sweat broke out on my body as I struggled to keep from exploding all over him.

“Nice. Very responsive,” he said, running his fingertips along the quivering shaft of my cock. “You like this don’t you? Tell me how much you want me to touch you. To fuck you. Tell me, boy.”

My control was reaching the breaking point as he continued to stroke me. Biting my lower lip I tried to twist away but he grabbed my cock and placed a hand on my stomach, holding me in place.

“Hurts don’t it. You want relief, to shoot your load across the room. I’ll do it but first you have to tell me. Just say Yes Sir, jerk me off, please.”

He was right. The pressure was almost unbearable and I desperately wanted to cum but I wanted to prolong the experience and test the limits we put in place. Gritting my teeth I pressed my lips tightly closed.

Kevin’s grip on my cock tightened, making me gasp. “I see you need more convincing.”

He then slid his hands over my shoulders to my chest, pressing me against the post. I tensed as he lowered his face to mine, his mouth inches away from mine.

“How long do you think you can keep up this defiant act?” he said silkily, the heat radiating from his body scorching me as he moved closer. “Why not surrender yourself to me? I know you want to.”

God, he was right. Never have I been so turned on by another man then I was with him but I didn’t want to give in yet. The fear, the feeling of danger and being at his mercy was almost like a sexual high for me. Swallowing hard, I turned my face away from his. “No, I won’t.”

A shiver went through me as his hot lips pressed against the side of my neck. “Fine, we’ll do it your way,” he whispered. “My beautiful, bad boy.”

That was the last straw. With a cry I ejaculated all over him. When it was over and the euphoria passed I realized the gravity of what I had done. Besides squirting him, I had cum without permission. Panic set in. Was he mad? Was I going to get punished? I cast a quick glance at him and saw that he seemed neither upset nor happy as he stood there looking at me. Then slowly a smile formed on his lips and my breathing became much easier.

“I think this is a good spot to end the session. You need to wash up and I need to change. Did you enjoy it?”

Relief washed over me and I sagged against the post, supported by my bound wrists. “It was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. Sorry about spraying you but I couldn’t hold back.”

“I understand but that doesn't excuse you,” Kevin said, freeing my wrists from the post. “Tonight we have a real session, during which you will be punished.”

Blood flowed back into my arms as I shook them out. “What sort of punishment?”

“Nothing we haven’t already agreed to,” he said, unlocking and removing my cuffs. “I’m not a cruel guy, I much rather enjoy my boys then inflict pain on them.”

“Has there been others besides me?”

“I frequent a few clubs when I can’t find what I want online,” he said, removing my collar. “You’re the first I’ve had to pay for.”

“Why did you pick me?” I said, running my hands around my neck. “If you can get better, more experienced subs for free why waste your money on a rookie like me?”

Kevin ruffled my hair affectionately. “Why ask such a silly question? Obviously I did it because I like you. I liked your pictures and your naivety. Now go take a shower and rest while I fix up some lunch. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Kevin's words warmed me. He could have had any guy he wanted yet he wanted me. I could feel his eyes watching my every move as I climbed up the stairs, enjoying the view no doubt. A couple hours later, refreshed and dressed in my new bathrobe I joined Kevin at the kitchen table for lunch. He too was dressed in a robe, a deep wine color, and smelled of aftershave.

“I’m not much of a cook,” he said, setting a plate of stir fry in front of me. “Unless you call heating up frozen prepared meals as cooking.”

“It’s more than I do,” I said, digging into my food. “I mostly eat takeout.”

“Something else we have in common, besides the love for bondage,” he brought out a half gallon of peach ice tea and set it between us. “Speaking of which, I’m curious to know what got you interested in BDSM and if you really know what it is.”

“I really don’t know anything about it except from what’s shown on porn sites,” I admitted, a bit embarrassed. “Seems like alot of hitting while being tied up.”

Kevin sat down across from me. “That’s a small part and hitting is a choice, not the norm. BDSM is all about consent. It’s important that everyone participating is in agreement so that they can get the most enjoyment from the experience. That’s why I sent you a list to fill out before setting this up. That way I know your limits and you know what to expect.”

“Makes sense,” I said, seasoning my food. “One thing I found strange though was that you made it known from the start that this wasn't going to be a sexual encounter.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you disappointed?”

I smiled at him “A little.”

Kevin laughed. “It’s just a line in professional BDSM that I try not to cross. No sex, no exchange of bodily fluids and no penitration.”

“Are you a professional? I mean, do you do this for a living?”

“No, this is just a hobby,” he took a bite of his food before pointing his fork at me. “You never did answer my question. What got you interested in selling yourself online as a rope bunny?”

“Rope bunny?”

“Someone who enjoys being tied up.”

“I needed a way to make money and as cliche as it is, sex sells,” I said with a shrug. “Being tied up, at the mercy of someone, has always been a turn on for me. I just decided to put the two together and pimp myself out.”

“I personally think you shouldn’t sell yourself online. Being a freelancer is dangerous because there are a lot of freaks out there. You run the risk of someone deciding to keep you for real. Stick with selling video clips and pictures on your site or apply to work at a club as a sub.”

“I don’t think I have what it takes to do this on a professional level. I’d be afraid of doing something wrong.”

“You’re a Sub, you don’t have to do anything except listen to your Dom and enjoy yourself. It's Dom's job to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He looked at the clock. “It’s a little past noon, too early to start a session so you have a few hours to relax. Five o’clock we start your punishment.”

“Yes sir,” I couldn’t help but smile even though my stomach was turning into a nervous knot. What sort of punishment did he have planned for me?

We finished our meal and Kevin refused my offer to help clean up. With nothing else to do, I went to my room and stretched out on the bed. I hadn’t had a good night's sleep since agreeing to this job so it didn’t take long for me to conk out in seconds. Tapping on my door woke me with a start. Glancing at the bedside clock I saw that it was five on the nose. I scrambled out of bed, adrenaline coursing through me as I opened the door. Jason greeted me, dressed in just black leather biker pants. My robe was open and I didn’t bother to hide how happy I was to see him.

He smiled, his eyes lingering on my erection. “Looks like someone’s eager to get started.”

I shrugged out of my robe, hoping he wouldn’t notice the shaking fit that had suddenly taken over my body. I wasn’t scared, not much, but my body was on high alert. I shook out my arms and let out a deep breath, trying to get my nerves under control. “Yes sir.”

Kevin stepped aside and gestured for me to lead the way. The door leading to the dungeon was open but I knew better than to go down. I stopped before it and waited. Kevin picked up my collar off the coffee table before approaching me.

“Remember to use this if things get too much for you to handle,” He said, handing me the clicker. “There’s no shame in tapping out during your first experience.”

Comforted by his words I held the clicker tight in my right hand and nodded.

“Good. Now turn around.”

I did as instructed, looking down the stairs, wondering what awaited me. I felt my collar wrap around my neck, signalling that I now belonged to Kevin. Warm, strong hands slid down by back and cupped my ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Your punishment starts now. Go down stairs, boy.”

I did so slowly, enjoying every moment, every emotion that rushed through me as the room came into view. Everything was the same except a long wood bar with black cuffs attached to each end hung from the ceiling. On the ground under it was a similar bar with matching cuffs. Kevin placed a hand on my back and pushed me towards them. “Stand underneath the bar and raise your arms above your head.”

My mouth going dry I did as told, remembering to keep my eyes lowered as he locked my wrists in the cuffs. He did the same with my ankles, the bar forcing my legs apart so that I hung spread-eagle. The sensation of being so exposed, unable to draw my legs together and have stable footing was intense. My breathing quickened as Kevin slowly walked around me.

“You are one hot boy. Such a beautiful toned body and a tight ass that’s just begging to be used. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too,” he stood in front of me and wrapped his strong fingers around my swollen cock. “Very nice. I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice sounding weak and unsure.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he said, pulling my cock to him till I couldn’t strain any closer. “Such a naughty boy. First you dirty me by cumming without permission and now this. You just doubled your punishment.”

My breath caught in my throat as he stroked my left nipple with his free hand, toying with the little nub of flesh till it was hard. Squirming helplessly, I pulled at my restraints as he switched nipples, fighting the urge to cry out as his fingers pinched them hard. When he let me go I instinctively I looked up at his face, realizing too late the mistake in doing so. I tried to jerk away from him as he walked behind me but with my ankles fastened to the pole I couldn’t move. My breath quickened and I tensed as an arm snaked around me and grabbed my cock. A shocked gasp escaped my lips as the hand holding my cock tightened.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he whispered in my ear. “

My rock-hard cock throbbed painfully as he held it in a firm grip. I needed relief but I didn’t know what to do or how to ask for it without upsetting Kevin. Instead I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out and strained to pull my wrists free of the pole but that only made Kevin hold me tighter.

I’m going to make you beg,” he said, giving my cock a final squeeze before releasing it and moving away from me. “Now, if it’s for mercy or with pleasure I haven’t decided yet.”

Hanging by my wrists, I tried to make my mind blank so that I would calm down and the pressure in my cock and balls would ease. I heard Kevin came up behind me and something wide and flat was pulled across my eyes and fastened tight behind my head.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, shaking my head in a pointless attempt to rid myself of the blindfold.

"Teaching you a lesson. Open your mouth."

At first I didn't understand what he wanted but when I felt something hard pressed to my lips I quickly understood. Keeping my mouth tightly closed I turned my face away.

"The more you misbehave the harder and longer your punishment will be."

I kept my face turned though I knew by the tone of his voice that he was annoyed. A strong hand seized my lower jaw and forced my face around. Struggling like a fly caught in a spider's web I fought to pull away but the wood poles held me and Kevin squeezed me tighter and tighter. Afraid he'd break my jaw, I opened my mouth and something long and very thick was pushed into it.

I shook my head, trying to spit out the gag but the hard plug filled my mouth to the limit, forcing it to stay open and pressing my tongue down under it. Rough straps were pulled tight across my cheeks and locked behind my head, securing the gag in place. I felt Kevin's fingers slide through my hair a few times before they grabbed a fistful and pulled my head back. Breathing furiously through my nose, I tensed as he traced my jawline with a finger.

”Lesson number one, boy. You will show me respect.”

A shiver went through me as he slid his finger down my exposed throat and caressed my Adam's apple. I tried to jerk my head free of his grip but only pulled harder.

"I'm not done yet. I've been easy with you so far but that doesn't seem to be working. Now, I think it's time I put on the pressure."

He released the grip on my hair and moved away from me though I could hear him nearby unzipping something. Blind, unable to move or speak, I waited with growing dread for Kevin's next toy. I didn't wait long. A large, strong hand grabbed my cock and started working it roughly, despite my muffled protests, till it was again hard and on the brink of exploding. Then just when I thought I would finally be allowed to cum, a tight, cold band was forced around the base of my cock and behind my balls. The hand released me but my cock stayed painfully hard. Not satisfied, Kevin started to toy with my right nipple, stroking the nub of flesh till it was also hard before pinching it between his fingers. Something cold brushed against it and I knew too late what he was doing.

"Mmmnnnn Nnnn!" I tried to twist away as a small clip was attached to my nipple, sending sharp jabs of pain through me.

"Don't move or it'll hurt more. I'm putting weights on them," Kevin warned, and sure enough I felt something heavy get attached to the tit clamp, pulling my nipple down.

Moaning into my gag, I stayed as still as possible while Kevin did the same to my other nipple. The slightest movement sent sparks of pain from the clamps and my cock was so sensitive, air washing over it hurt.

"I'm going to leave you now for a while. When I get back we'll see if you’ve learned your lesson.”

I waited until I heard the door close before yanking on my restraints, trying to pull free. The tit clamps threatened to rip my nipples off my chest but still I tried my best to rid myself of both without success. Moaning with frustration I rested my head against an arm and tried to ignore the pain and discomfort of my situation. It hit me then that what Kevin said before about the danger of selling myself online. There wasn't anything I could do if Kevin did decide to keep me as his bondage sex slave. I wasn’t strong enough to fight him off. Rescue was out of the question. I didn't really have any close friends who would miss me and I didn't let anyone know my plans so nobody would be looking for me. I was totally at Kevin's mercy.

Biting down hard on the plug in my mouth I leaned forward and hung by my chafed wrists, wishing he would come back and let me down. I didn't hear him walk into the room, maybe he never left and had been standing by me the entire time, but I nearly had a heart attack when without warning, fingers started unbuckling my gag and pulled it from my mouth. Licking dry lips I didn't resist as a hand cupped my chin and lifted my head up.

“Have you learned your lesson, boy? Are you going to be good?”

Too exhausted to fight anymore, I kept my eyes lowered as I nodded.

"Very good," Kevin said, running his fingers through my bangs. “You have permission to speak freely.”

"Please, take the clamps off and let me cum," I said, hating how weak my voice sounded. "Please, I neemmmnn-"

The rest of my words were cut off as Kevin covered my mouth with his. When I tried to pull my face away, he wrapped his hand around the side of my neck, squeezing slightly in warning till I stopped. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth while his free hand reached around to my ass and massaged it.

Releasing his hold on my neck, Kevin broke the kiss but kept his face close to mine.

"Remember, I can give you pleasure as well as pain," he said huskily. "But only if you earn it."

Sucking in ragged breaths I forced myself to stay still as Kevin pulled gently at one of the nipple clamps. Spasms of pain shot through me as he unfastened it and touched the little nub of flesh lightly with a fingertip.

"Hurts? I'll make it better."

Something warm and wet slid across my nipple before Kevin's soft lips encircled it. Resting my head against an arm I endured his burning kiss silently; afraid any sound would set him off. He worked each nipple, sucking and licking them till I was shaking with desire. It soon grew too much and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"The cock ring, please, remove it and let me cum. Please," I pleaded, not caring how desperate I sounded.

Kevin lifted his face from my chest and brought it to my right ear. “Please, what?"

“Please sir.”

Kevin removed the ring before moving behind me. Warm, strong hands sliding down my thigh, making their way to my swollen cock. I gasped as my loins were rocked by the shock of his fingers wrapping around the firm shaft and started stroking it. Power built up inside of me, making my jaws clamp shut and my legs stiffen. My hips began to convulse and every muscle seemed to lock as I exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Drained of what little strength I had left, my legs buckled and I dropped, hanging by my wrists like a rag doll. Kevin held me until my final spasms subsided.

"Impressive. You shot your load further than I thought. Looks like I've exhausted you though so I’m ending the session. Are you okay, Jason?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. I felt the bar being unfastened from my ankles and my legs pushed together. Kevin then unlocked my right wrists from the bar over my head and eased the arm down, massaging the muscles and rubbing my hand between his to help get the blood flowing again. At first it hurt but slowly the warm, weird tingly feeling lessened and I began to enjoy the massage.

“Feel better?”

I nodded and he released my arm and freed the other, massaging it the same way. “I need you to speak to me, Jason. It’s okay if you feel strange, I just need to know.”

Flexing my right shoulder a few times, I reached up and removed my blindfold. “I’m alright. That was intense though. I never felt so helpless before. I understand now what you said about this being dangerous.”

“I’m glad for that,” he unbuckled and removed my collar. “Do you want a massage? You were bucking like a tied bronco, your muscles are going to hurt later.”

“Okay.” It felt strange going from total helplessness to normal, friendly talking. I wanted Kevin’s comfort though, his attention in other ways besides dominating me. A massage seemed like a good start.

“Go sit upstairs on the couch and relax. It’ll take me awhile to get ready.”

The living room was lit with soft light from two table lamps. The curtains were drawn so I didn’t run the risk of flashing anyone outside as I made my way to the couch. Kevin came up soon after, covering the door with the wall hanging. “Do you want anything to eat or drink? You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

“Thanks, I’m okay for now,” I said, leaning back on the couch. Closing my eyes I covered my face with my hands and I willed myself to relax. A soft, fluffy blanket was laid over me and I removed my hands to see Kevin standing over me.

He smiled. “I’ll try to be quick. Don’t fall asleep on me”

I smiled back, wrapping myself tighter in my warm blanket cocoon as he headed for his room. Alone, surrounded by all the comforts of home, I began to go over what happened downstairs. Now that the fear and anxiety of the unknown was gone new feelings emerged. Being bound, unable to move, see or speak felt freeing in a way. I had no control and didn’t have to decide anything. I was in no danger, Kevin didn’t do anything to hurt me and I experienced the most intense sexual high I ever had without actually having sex. I wanted to experience it again, now that I knew what to expect, and I wanted Kevin to be the one to do it. That thought startled me but I couldn't deny the feelings behind it. I wanted to be owned by Kevin. I wanted him to tie me up and use me as his plaything.

“Still awake, I hope.”

Kevin’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and my eyes widened as he walked into the room carrying a large, flat suitcase. He had also changed into his robe that he tied loosely closed. I watched as he unzipped the bag and put together a black leather massage table with practiced ease.

“Are you a masseuse?”

“I am. I work at Green Gables Assisted Living. I also freelance as a personal masseuse to those I meet at BDSM clubs.”

“Nice. You must be really good with your hands.”

“No complaints so far,” Kevin fitted the table with a bedsheet then patted the top. “Jump on and see for yourself.”

Tossing my blanket aside I eased myself onto the table and placed my face in the cradle. Kevin brushed the hair away from my neck before leaning down and kissing it. The tenderness of it put me at ease and with a sigh I relaxed. He placed both hands on my back, thumbs inside my shoulder blades. Gradually he applied pressure, working his thumbs in a circular motion while using his fingers to apply light pressure on the tops of my shoulder blades. All the stress and tension I had stored up inside seemed to melt away under Kevin's magic touch and a small smile formed on my lips.

"How does that feel? Not painful is it?"

“No, it’s really hitting the spot.” I said, flexing my back muscles as his thumbs slowly slid down the sides of my spine, applying deep pressure as they went. “You’re really good.”

“Thank you. I want you to know you did great today. For this being your first taste at bondage I think you handled it really well.”

“You made it easy for me,” I said while he worked on my right arm. “In fact I’d like to make this a permanent thing.”

Kevin’s hands withdrew. “Are you asking to be my personal sub?”

I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. “I am.”

“A tempting offer,” he said, motioning for me to sit up. “Are you sure you want to commit to this? If you become my sub we will have to set a schedule that you will have to follow.”

“No problem, I can do that,” I said, trying my best not to show how eager I was.

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. If you still want to do this then I’ll write up a contract,” he said, walking towards the kitchen. “Right now it’s time to eat. Go freshen up while I try to scrape something together for supper.”

I perked up at the mention of food. Now that I was feeling good and more myself my appetite had returned. I went to the bathroom and gave myself a onceover with a washcloth before retreating to my room. Slipping into my robe I stretched out on the bed and watched some TV while I waited to be summoned. The smell of pizza reached me, calling me from my room. I didn’t know if I was allowed to go out there without being called so I paced around the room and nearly bolted out the door when I heard Kevin’s summons.

A platter of flatbread pizza was waiting for me. “Wow, that was fast. You must be hungry,” Kevin said, carrying two small bottles of red Gatorade. “Figured we both could use some rehydration. If you rather something else you can raid the fridge.”

“This is fine,” I said, accepting the bottle. “I can’t believe you’re not taken.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

I stopped halfway from sitting and looked at him in alarm. “Sorry. I didn’t mean-”

Kevin waved my embarrassed apology away with a smile. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Relationships are hard to keep with my type of job. I work anywhere between 8 to 10-hour days. Then there’s my love of bondage which is a turnoff for some people.”

“What’s to be turned off by?” I said, grabbing a piece of pizza. “If you know that you’re getting into I can’t see what’s wrong. It’s just another way of getting a sexual high.”

“Fear turns people off and prevents them from learning what BDSM really is,” Kevin shrugged. “They see it as pain and torture while being tied up. That happens of course but only if you’re into that sort of thing. They don’t see the experience as freeing and connecting.”

“To be fair that’s what I thought also before meeting you. My only exposure to bondage was porn sites and most of the videos play up the pain and rough stuff.”

“I’m not into that, never have been,” Kevin said, finishing up a slice of pizza and grabbing another. “A little pain is okay but I’m more into the sensual side. I enjoy restraining my boys and bringing them to the brink of passion.”

I almost choked from the images that brought to mind. Taking a long drink to help regain my composure I nodded in agreement. “Any you’re very good at it. My favorite part is being gagged. Unable to speak while being at someone’s mercy is a real turn on.”

“So I noticed,” Kevin leaned back in his seat, sipping from his bottle. “Do you have a favorite gag?”

“Anything that covers my mouth or fills it,” I shifted in my seat as my dick grew hard. “If you can talk while being gagged then it defeats the purpose.”

“I agree,” Kevin slipped a hand in his robe and stroked his chest. “We better stop and call it a night before we’re so turned on we won’t be able to sleep.”

“Too late for that,” I leaned back and pressed my Gatorade bottle to my face. “Are you sure we can’t sleep together? I could jerk myself off but I’d rather you do it.”

Kevin laughed. “How can I refuse such an offer? We can do a little bedroom bondage. You clean up the remains of dinner and I’ll get my room ready. Don’t come until I call you.”

“Yes sir,” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I gathered up the plates. While I cleaned up in the kitchen, scrubbing pans and packing food away Kevin gathered his massage equipment and retreated to his room. It felt strange playing housekeeper for a stranger but at the same time I liked it. I wanted to please Kevin and helping him by cleaning his kitchen made me happy. I was polishing the counter when Kevin called me from his room that he was ready. Shutting off the living room light, I inched my way to his room, prolonging the suspense of what was waiting for me.

Pausing at the door I took a deep breath before turning the handle and pushing it open. Kevin had stripped the bed down to the royal blue fitted sheet. Black straps with attached cuffs laid at each corner. My eyes zeroed in on the black strap-on gag resting on the only pillow. Kevin stood on the far side of the bed, watching me as I took it all in. “Well? What do you think? Still want to go through with it?”

“Oh yeah,” I approached the bed and picked up the gag. It was leather with a silver buckle in the back. A green ball was attached to a wide panel that covered the mouth. I loved it. Keving walked around to me and held out his hand. In his palm was my clicker.

“If you’re ready give me the gag and take the clicker. Remember to use it. I’m going to suck your dick and then you’re going to suck mine. After that we go to bed. Agree?”

I nodded and swapped the gag for the clicker. Kevin stroked my hair, cupped the back of my head and kissed my forehead. “Turn around and open your mouth.”

I did as told, closing my eyes as the gag was pulled across my mouth, the ball filling it so I couldn’t bite down. Kevin buckled it on tight, the panel pressing up against my lips, making them immovable. I felt my robe being pulled from my shoulders and I untied the belt, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Lay down on the bed.” Kevin said, sliding his hands down my arms.

Crawling on the mattress, I positioned myself spread eagle in the center of the bed, and watched Kevin as he went to each corner and secured me to the bed. The cuffs were rubber and velcro fastenings, comfortable yet secure. I squirmed on the bed, testing the restraints as Kevin watched me.

“You look good bound and gagged,” he said, running his hands along my inner thighs. “Very responsive too. Try to restrain yourself from climaxing too soon.”

I nodded, lifting my head as Kevin lowered himself to my hard cock. He met my eyes, kissed his way up the shaft before taking the head into his mouth. He pulled back a little, teasing the slit with his tongue. My head slammed back against the mattress as jolting waves of sensation fired through me. I shut my eyes and moaned, the gag muffling my cries as Kevin swallowed me to the hilt. He pulled back a little and began a sensuous bobbing rhythm. I shuddered with the effort to not climax in his mouth as he milked me but in the end I lost the fight. Kevin didn’t pull back as I squirted down his throat, he stayed and took everything I had to give before standing up.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would,” he said, coming over and unbuckling my gag. “Next time, click when you’re about to release. I don’t mind swallowing but it’s not my favorite thing to do. How about you?”

“Same,” I said once my voice returned. “I’m not good at deepthroating, my gag reflexes are too strong.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, propping my head up with a pillow. “ Just remember to use your clicker if you start choking.”

I nodded as Kevin straddled me, his crotch filling up my vision. He held his erection to my lips and slowly guided it into my open mouth. I never gave someone a blowjob strapped down on my back and had no clue how to go about doing it. I let my tongue explore while he provided the in and out motion. I must have done it right because his rhythm steadily increased and his breathing became labored. To his credit he had the presence of mind to pull out before ejaculating but not fast enough to prevent it from squirting on my chest.

“Adequate?” I couldn’t keep the smugness from my voice as Kevin climbed off of me.

“More than adequate,” he said, undoing my cuffs. “Sorry about squirting you, guess it makes us even.”

“Yeah, guess so,” I sat up and set my clicker on the nightstand. “Am I sleeping here?”

He arched an eyebrow at me while tucking the restraints out of sight. “Are you asking for permission?”

“Yes, sir.” I said with a grin.

“Granted,” he went over to his closet and pulled out the discarded bedding. “Go take a shower. I’ll take one after so try not to use up all the hot water.”

The shower was like a large glass box that two people could easily fit inside. After a quick wash I returned to Kevin who was finishing making the bed. “Nice shower. Maybe next time we can use it together.”

“I doubt either of us would get very clean if we did,” Kevin said as he finished fluffing up the pillows. “Make yourself comfortable. It’s silly but I have to sleep on the right or I’ll be up all night.”

“No problem,” I said, going to my side of the bed. “I’ve no idea if I snore so I’m going to apologize now if I do.”

“Don’t worry, if it gets too bad I’ll just shove a gag in your mouth.” he said with a grin.

“In that case I’ll be sure to sleep on my back with my mouth open.”

Shaking his head, Kevin left and I slipped under the covers. The sheets were soft and cool, the mattress so soft I felt cradled as I laid down. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep until I felt the mattress dip as Kevin slipped into bed next to me.

“Sorry, I was trying not to disturb you,” he said, clicking off the bedside lamp.

“Disturb me all you want, it’s why I’m here,” I said, turning towards him.

“In that case get over here.”

I felt his arm circle my shoulders as I rolled towards him, my head resting on his chest as our legs intertwined. He smelled of mint, his chest smooth and soft under my cheek. I sighed as his fingers toyed with my hair. “I sure got lucky that you found me. You made my first experience with bondage so much fun.”

“Happy to hear it. Does this mean you still want to be my personal sub?”

“You really need to ask?” I slid an arm across his waist, my hand brushing against his semi hard erection.

“Would you rather I take what I want without asking?”

I pushed myself up on one arm, looking down at his serene face illuminated by the street light filtering through a half closed window. I kissed him and he returned it with such sweet conviction that left no room for doubt.