Life

Afterwards she got up and commanded me to wash. "Put on the harness and cockring once you're finished and crawl to me in the living room". I put on the harness, it felt strange, it was as if carrying your own prison. My penis was fully erect again which made it harder to put the cockring on, but she'd made me do it a lot lately so I had the experience. I crawled on all fours into the living room. Arthemis was sitting naked, legs spread on the couch. I crawled towards her, not daring to lift my head and waited kneeling before her. "Time to learn you a few new things slave" she said amused while collaring and binding me again. I was to lie down on my back in front of the couch, my hands bound above my head, my feet attached to each other with leather-cuffs. Arthemis moved her feet across my body, playing with my erect sex. I felt hot and terribly horny from her treating me like that. Arthemis bend over a little and played a little with my nipples. "Do you like being my footmat slave?" she asked. "Yes Mistress", I replied soft and shivering. "Get on your knees and elbows, I want to try something new with you now". I did as she commanded, every time I moved I felt how the harness was restraining me, and I felt how much I was in her power. My cock grew very hard. On my elbows and knees I sat, she attaching a leash to the ring on my collar. "A bit closer slave" she said pulling the leash. Again she put her naked feet on me, this time my back. "Seems like you're also a good foot bench." Arthemis kept playing with her feet on my back while reading a bit in a book she'd recently bought. It was some kind of manual on how to gain control of a submissive as a female dominant. I could tell from my recent experiences that she was learning a lot, I often felt as a toy, something to be experimented with, and the strangest thing was that I liked her doing this to me. She really learned how to push my buttons. In between she'd sometimes hold her right foot in front of my face commanding me to kiss it, which I did with much joy and devotion. 

As she had her feet upon me, me still sitting in this uncomfortable position, completely bound she said. "This is your apartment, your couch, and your body, ...", she got closer to me and continued the sentence whispering in my ear: ...but even if you are smarter you'd still be mine, I own you and you just love it don't you slut? Don't you?" My face turning completely red, partly because of shame since I knew she was right (..I was so hers, I was so very much under her spell), but also because what she'd just said had made me so horny.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

She undid the ties between my hands and feet and ordered me to stand on all fours (feet and hands), I don't know what she was planning when she went back into the bedroom. "Close your eyes", she said as she came back and took the leash as she went standing before me. I could feel her presence, her standing before me as I was standing there on all fours, harnessed and gagged. She undid my gag and told me to open your eyes. "That's right..." she said as I saw the strap-on she was wearing "I'll show you how it feels for a woman to be fucked, I'll show you what I'll do to you if you ever dare to defy me like that again!" Standing on all fours I had to do as if giving her a blowjob. I felt her pushing the rubber-thing into my mouth. Meanwhile she was making humiliating remarks: "Go on, just like I showed you, exactly like that slave!" She definitely enjoyed me doing this. I continued licking and sucking that hard black rubber thing in my mouth. "Good, very good, but I'm not finished with you yet slave. Do you want to make it up to me cute little slut of mine?" "Yes Mistress, very much Mistress.", I replied shivering. I was to put lubricant on the dildo she wore, lots of it, while doing that I knew what my punishment would be. Again on all fours she first entered a but plug covered with lubricant into my anus. After playing a bit with it, making me accustomed to the feeling, she gently entered the dildo of the strap-on into my anus...and fucked me. With a shivering, horny voice she said while fucking me: "Is this how you wanted to fuck me slave? Never ever dare to say such things again slave!". When she had enough from fucking me she took my leash and commanded me into the bathroom.

Within the bathroom she commanded me to undo her of the strap-on and had me wash it. Afterwards I was to undo my harness and wash my bottom which was still very red from the beating. She took my leash commanded me on my knees and ordered me to lick her boots. "You like this don't you, you like licking my boots as I wear them. Learning to use a slave's fetishes is a very important way to control him, did you know that slave?" "No Mistress", I replied as I continued massaging the flesh of her legs and feet with my tongue through the leather. She padded me on the head and said "I'm controlling you slave, you'll always be mine from now on, forced to obey my wishes, now kiss my vagina slave!" I started kissing it but it didn't take long before she pulled my leash away of it. "Kissing me there is a favor! You didn't earn it today but maybe I'll grant you that pleasure later on. Now get up and fuck yourself, and see to it that no drop hits the floor" Under her watch I masturbated, I did not understand why she had me do this, why would she reward me? It did make no sense. While masturbating a smile was playing on her face and somehow I knew she was not done with me yet; the beating, the anal rape, there was still more punishment to come...

When I was finished she attached a new toy to my cock, a curved metal tube with a lock to be fitted around my balls. It was a chastity device used on male-slaves, it made an erection impossible while getting horny was still possible. Then she looked to it that I wore my harness, checking the leather straps to see if they were still tight enough. She gagged my mouth again and led me on hands and knees into the bedroom. My hands were chained behind my back attached to my harness. She put a long chain through the ring on the wall. One end she attached to my chained feet, the other end to my collar. Right in front of me where I could see it she put the strap on on the floor. "Now listen very good slave. I am your Mistress, you are my slave, my whore, my toy and mine to fuck. Never wish to fuck me again. I'll tell you how I want to be fucked. You know you're mine, you know you won't escape me, you know I'm going to enslave you for life....so learn how to behave and maybe I'll reward you sometimes". I knew that all she'd said was true, I was hers, I obeyed her and wanted to obey her with all my hart, body and soul. And even if I yearned for her rewards it was very important to me to please her. I had deserved this punishment. "Enslave you for life"....this phrase sounded to me like a dream come true; I would be so proud to be hers.

She had me sitting there, chained and horny, impossible to get an erection for a long while before she returned. That night I had to pleasure her with a gag that had a dildo on the outside (another of the new torture-devices she'd bought to tease me). I pushed it into her with my head, myself still impossible to grow an erection. At night I was released from my bounds and the little prison around my cock.

The morning was very nice. I brought her breakfast at bed after she had ridden me. When taking a shower she came in, got hold of my cock and said smiling: "before you get dressed, make sure to put on your harness and cockring again". I got dressed, wearing the harness and cockring under my clothing. We were going out for shopping, having dinner and maybe watch a movie later on. In a shoe store she had me do the honors of fitting the shoes onto her feet, she enjoyed having me do this in public. It looked so normal, but at the same time she knew what we really were doing. Later that day in the restaurant she got closer to me, taking my hand and whispered: "How does it feel to wear your harness here slave?" "Very good Mistress", I replied kissing the hand she'd given me. "You'll learn to get used to it..." she said in a teasing tone; "...you'll learn to get used to a lot my love."