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FRIDAY NIGHT

It was indeed getting quite late, and I wasn’t sure whether to disinvest myself of the stockings, suspenders and shoes ahead of going upstairs, but decided I should wait for Madame’s permission, rather than incur her wrath.

Her panties, snug against my cage and balls, and forever leaving me with a pleasant sensation the length of my crevice between my buttocks, remained sodden and occasionally leaking, though I did my best to prevent it dripping on to her sofa.

‘Paul!’ I heard her call eventually.

I raised myself from the sofa and delicately made my way upstairs. The light was on in the bathroom and the door was open when she came out of the bedroom: ‘I’ve left you a bath towel and put a new head on the toothbrush … help yourself to what you need, and make sure you clean properly in the shower: I don’t share my bed with dirty souls!’ she proclaimed.

So it was confirmed – I WAS sharing her bed tonight …. Wow, what a turn of events, I thought to myself. I was looking forward to our later encounters, and as I walked into her bathroom, May added ‘I’ve left your nightwear on the back of the door.’

Closing the door behind me, I glanced at what was hanging on the hook behind … a sheer black babydoll nightie edged in delicate lace with a matching set of tie side panties, equally as sheer, and equally as brief. I ran the soft fabric between my fingertips, feeling the sensuous chiffon glide exquisitely between my fingers. Oooph, I thought mischievously to myself, this’ll be a delight to wear …

Placing the stockings, suspenders and saturated panties to one side, I showered thoroughly, washing my hair using the only available feminine shampoo available, before proceeding to my body, with the sweet scented shower gel May had, making sure all nooks and crannies were immaculately clean, although obviously my cock was impossible to reach, given it was pressed so tightly against unforgiving steel.

I towelled myself dry, now smelling of sweet scented soap, and donned the babydoll, which barely reached my hips, before stepping in to the panties, adjusting the tie sides so they fit perfectly.

Finally, I stepped back in to May’s court stilettos, hoping she’d approve of the final effect, and let myself out of the bathroom and walked in to the bedroom, dropping her soiled undergarments in the laundry basket on the way.

May had switched off the overhead LEDs in favour of the more discrete bedside cabinet lights, and she had removed the decorative cushions and pulled the bedcovers back. The thin duvet was also pulled back, leaving the mattress sheet bare save for the two pillows either side. She was sat on the end of the bed as I walked in, and patted the side of the bed adjacent to where she was sat.

‘You look very fetching’ she said, ‘and while I approve of the gorukle escort heels, you won’t be wearing those to bed tonight, so they can come off.’

I sat down on the side of the bed next to her and removed her heels, placing them to one side.

‘Lay down’ she said, ‘I need to make sure your fidgeting doesn’t disturb me during the night.’

I lay down as she stood up, placing my head on the pillow, with my arms to my sides.

Standing next to me, she said ‘place your hands above your head and keep still.’

I did as she asked, and breathed in her body perfume as she leant over me, her barely covered breasts close to my face. I felt her encircle one wrist with some sort of cuff, I presumed leather, before repeating the same with the other wrist, both being tightened, and then she pulled away and walked to the foot of the bed.

Glancing up at my wrists, I could see they were encircled by thick padded leather, each being attached to the headboard with a leather strap. I felt a similar movement around my feet, and looked down to where May was attaching ankle cuffs above each foot.

‘Is this necessary’ I asked.

‘Oh yes, Paul’ May replied, ‘I want to ensure my sleep isn’t disturbed. Whether you have a good night or not isn’t really a concern for me, but I also want to feel safe in my own bed, which I’m sure you understand …’

‘But I promise …’ I started …

May placed her hand over my mouth with a ‘shush … I also don’t want you getting up in the middle of the night and searching for the key to your cage while I’m fast asleep. I’m sure you can comprehend this basic precaution.’

I nodded, resigned to the fact I would be securely tethered overnight.

May got up and went around to her side of the bed, reaching down to pick something up from the carpet. It was a cloth bag, and I watched as she withdrew two items, one being a leather hood, the other a rubber gag.

By way of explanation, May said ‘while you said you don’t snore, this will stop any sleep talking’, holding up the gag, which was shaped like a rubber cock head with a ball at the end where the retaining strap was fastened.

‘Open your mouth!’

I had little option given my predicament, and she gently inserted the rubber phallus between my lips. I felt the rubber glands fill my mouth, my tongue automatically flicking the flared head as it entered. As the ball end passed my teeth, stretching my mouth wide, May buckled it in place behind my head, while my subconscious reflex kicked in and I started to gently suck on the thick shaft and bulbous head filling my mouth.

‘Good boy’ May crooned, smiling down at me, and reached for the leather hood.

She opened it up, loosening the laces at the back, and added ‘I sleep naked, especially with the nights being so warm, and bursa görükle escort I don’t want you peering at my body, as I know you like to do!’

She slipped the opening over my head, pausing briefly to loosen the lacing a little further, and my vision was suddenly obscured as the thick yet supple leather encompassed my head. The smell was immediately apparent, and as she jiggled the hood in to place, while I breathed in the subtle nectar with a sigh of resignation.

I lay there as May manipulated the hood over my nose, gagged mouth and chin, pulling it into position around my head and around my neck, before pulling the lacing tight, working from my crown down to the rear of my neck. I felt her tie off the lacing, and then tighten the various straps and buckles, one across the padding over my eyes, another from beneath my chin over the top on my head, and a final one around my neck. I was cocooned in leather, my senses heightened by the loss of vision, my mouth filled with the large rubber penis gag.

‘I know you can hear me’ I heard May say from somewhere in the bedroom, ‘just get yourself comfortable while I get myself ready for bed.’

I just about heard her departing footsteps as she disappeared in to the bathroom, and lay there as she went about her nightly rituals, hearing the toilet flush, and the faint buzz of her electric toothbrush.

I tried moving my arms and legs, and while there was a bit of give, there was very little movement in any direction. I sighed internally, and tried to relax, knowing I’d probably have an uncomfortable night, especially given my aching balls and throbbing cock, and the rubber penis continually nudging the top of my throat.

I heard May’s padded return from the bathroom, and felt the bed dip as she sat down on the mattress next to me. I was trying to imagine how she looked naked, her petite breasts, thick nipples, nipple rings, hairless vulva … the throb in my cock was accentuated.

I lay there, unable to move, unable to see, unable to talk, breathing in the aroma of leather, sucking gently on the thick rubber filling my mouth.

I felt a movement of fingers around my hips: May was pulling the tie sides of my panties, and then I felt the material being pulled away from beneath my buttocks.

What was May doing, I thought to myself, and then I felt something was happening to my steel chastity cage, a gradual release of cruel pressure as the cage itself was separated from the retaining ring, and I felt the metal device being drawn off my bloated penis, the cool air circulating around my cock as it sprang clear of the warm steel, my organ thrusting upwards, thick and hard.

‘Oh my God, that is beautiful’ I heard May say from behind the total blackness of the leather hood.

I felt the mattress move and heard a dull ‘clunk’ as May placed the steel cage on her bedside cabinet, and then the mattress moved again. I waited, not sure what to expect … and waited some more. The stillness was unnerving, with me lying prone on my back, arms and legs securely tethered, completely blind, and unable to speak.

My organ felt rock hard, thrusting fiercely upwards, desperate for orgasmic release, but … nothing: nothing at all, just me lying there with agonising anticipation, as the minutes ticked by. I groaned beneath my gag, feeling exceptionally vulnerable, yet the sexual excitement was off the scale, the torment of waiting acute. But waiting … waiting for what …?

I don’t know how long I lay there – beneath the thick yet supple leather hood, all sense of time seemed to be lost. I may have been lying there minutes, but it could have been several hours. I was all too aware of my excruciating erection, my organ throbbing unbearably rigid above my body, the occasional tendril seeping downwards and dripping onto my stomach to join the accumulating pool.

I think I was in that state of drift, just when you are about to fall asleep, that I sensed a presence, no contact, just a presence. It might have been the fact May had shifted her body weight on the mattress, or the heat emanating off her body so close to mine, but I was suddenly widely alert, my senses working overtime.

I felt the lightest of touches glide over my swollen helmet, from its underside gently to the very tip of my oozing slit. I jerked in response, my body going rigid, and a subdued moan escaped from my gagged mouth … I could only but imagine May leaning over my erect cock, and gleaning the slippery liquid dribbling from throbbing head.

‘It’s so fucking thick …’ I heard her muttering under her breath, followed by ‘Oh Paul, did I wake you …’ and heard her softly giggle from somewhere out there.

She went on: ‘Do you know how wet you are? Do you know how swollen and hard you are?’

She poked my organ with the end of her finger, and I felt it sway rigidly from side to side. That soft giggle again, and the mattress shifting once more slightly.

‘Sleep tight’ I heard her voice say, ‘although it looks like everything is already VERY tight ….’

I strained at my bonds, feeling my ponderous throbbing organ swaying above my prone body, desperate for release, the retaining ring around the base of my shaft gripping me tightly, and keeping my cock painfully engorged and thrusting solidly. I was fully awake now, breathing hard through the thick leather hood, my mouth working overtime on the penis gag that filled it.

I wondered if there was any chance of sleep now, and I had to fight to bring my senses back under control and calm my body. I took slower deeper breaths and stilled my body, desperately trying to relax, as I felt my heart rhythm gradually begin to slow.

Eventually, with the passing of time, I eased my body to a state of normality, save for my throbbing erection and aching balls, and I must have finally drifted off to sleep.

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