1 comments/ 28652 views/ 1 favorites The Fairground Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thrills for the night. The slave felt his heartbeat quicken as the loud music whirled around him. Heady wafts of candyfloss, fried onions and mechanical grease filled his nostrils as he weaved his way through the crowds wondering why he had been ordered to come to this place specifically. Lights flashed around him as whoops of joy and shrieks of excitement rose from the thrill-rides about him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he felt his balls ache as his cock flexed inside the chastity device which She had made him wear. She had instructed Her slave to arrive at this specific location just before sunset. She told him to shower, shave and prepare himself; to wear a black t-shirt, jeans and underwear; and to ensure that he had locked himself in Her device. Gladly he had carried out Her orders; spending a couple of hours ensuring that every inch of his body was spotlessly clean and immaculately presented, for Her, should She deem fit to grace him with Her presence this evening. The slave had already learned that any demands made by his Mistress for him to arrive at any location and perform certain tasks for Her were not always indicative of whether She would present Herself to him, or not. Frequently She demanded that he attend a certain location for Her own delight, perhaps She had watched him without his knowledge; perhaps She just tested his compliance and subjugation. The slave knew only one thing. He did as he was told. A shrill chime rang out from the inside of the slave's pocket. It was the pre-set alarm on his mobile phone. The slave knew it was now time to carry out Her next request and automatically removed the wireless earpiece and placed it in his left ear. 'Five more minutes', he thought. He paced randomly again, and then made his way to the outskirts of the fairground, pausing to eye two rather unsavoury looking characters that moved about closely to a nearby caravan. The slave lit a cigarette and smoked it down deeply, waiting, nervously, in the shadows. Beep... Beep... Beep! The incoming call resounded in his ear. He touched the side of the receiver to activate it and waited, silently. "Put that cigarette out, My slave!" Instantly aroused and yet more nervous than he had previously been the slave stumbled at the irresistible sound of Her voice again. She was here! She was watching him! "Yes, Mistress", he uttered softly, stomping the half smoked butt into the grass. "Good boy!" She purred. His heart leapt into his throat at the sound of these special words. He was so possessed by Her authority and supremacy that the slightest hint of Her pleasure, and in particular, hearing those specific words were like a Class A drug coursing through his entire body. "Now... make your way to the Waltzer, pay your fee and get on the ride." Obediently he made his way to the kiosk in question and paid his money. A young, swarthy gypsy gestured at him to enter the ride and take his seat in one of the rotating cars. The car was painted in black metallic paint on the outside, but inside was lined with thick, padded, black leather. The slave knew She was still there, as he could hear the background noise near her filtering into his ear, just slightly disjointed from the real noise which surrounded him now. She was close. He could sense Her. She was watching him! Music grew louder as the ride warmed up with loud electrical noises and hissing hydraulics. The swarthy gypsy leaned in over the slave and closed the security barrier in front of him sharply. "Enjoy the ride, mate!" the gypsy smiled wickedly as he turned and moved away. The cars started to move left in a slow mechanical motion as the slave grasped onto the safety rail in front of him. "That's it..." She cooed into his ear, "... hold on tight!" The music grew louder as the slave looked around. All the other cars on the ride were empty. He was the only passenger. The car he sat in now faced the centre of the ride's construction and he watched his own nervous reflection in the long mirrored column before him. The thumping bass of the music then softened slightly as the ride picked up more speed, and his sub-conscious mind recognised the end of one track and the start of another. Within nano-seconds all his senses were stabbed wide awake and alert again. The first 3 chords of the new track were highly familiar to him. It was Her track! The very same track She had made him listen to, over and over again, for the last few months, almost ritualistically. The volume of the speakers above his head increased even louder, but still he could hear Her breathing into his ear piece. Suddenly Her slow and calm breathing changed into a wickedly low, throaty laugh. "Enjoy the ride, My slave." She giggled devilishly. The mechanical power of the ride built up around him as the speed increased almost in time to the music. He felt the same waves of Her control flooding over him in every way as it had on so many previous occasions when She had made him listen to the track in the past. Flashbacks now entered his mind of all the times She had forced him to masturbate in time with the music, or merely focus on Her name or picture on his computer screen while the song played. He felt waves of helplessness smothering him, making him immobile and weak. "Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets..." Her own spoken words echoed the lyrics of the song, ringing in his ear, as he felt himself swooning at Her voice yet again. His head began to swim even more exasperatingly as the speed of the ride increased and the music appeared to fill his soul. His eyes flashed back and forth as he struggled to focus on any object outside the car in which he sat. The gypsy neared the car and, taking a firm hold of the outside edges, flipped it into its own erratic motion, against the direction of the ride, with one movement of his strong arms. Round and round the slave span. Nausea hit him suddenly and he slumped down in the car to protect his neck, the weight of his head pulling against the force of the fast spinning motion. "you are mine, My slave..." She spoke clearly into his ear now "...you are mine!" The knot tightened in his stomach as the car continued to twist around throwing him against the leather seat inside. He struggled to hold onto the security bar in front of him. "Close your eyes, My slave..." She directed him again "... and feel My power!" The slave closed his eyes as liquid rose in his mouth. Nausea rose within him, again. He struggled to swallow. The gypsy moved up along side the car and set it in full motion again, the thrust of direction pinning the slave against the side of the car even more. "Know your place, My slave..." She now almost whispered into his ear "... I am here now!" The music continued to ring through his mind as the car span further and further around and around. His head swam, his stomach lurched and his nerves twisted as he felt Her rule and presence swaddling him in the security of his own submission. "Tonight, you will serve Me, My slave" Her words permeated through the loudness of the music as if they were being spoken from within his own mind. He had now lost all sense of control, his stability and focus totally disorientated. His eyes struggled to find Her outside the ride but all he could see were his own repeated reflections in the mirrored central column and the flashing lights through the darkness beyond. "...Except perhaps from reasoning..." She spoke into his ear again, echoing the final lyrics of Her influential song. He felt the ride begin to slow down, yet the gypsy seemed determined to throw him around in the car again and again until all momentum within it had been lost. His brain appeared to be gyrating inside his skull and his whole body felt numb around him. As the ride drew to a standstill the gypsy finally brought the car to a stop and leaned in over the slave, who had now lost all colour from his face and felt quite drained. "Make your way to the Hall of Mirrors, mate..." the gypsy grinned, "... She's waiting for you!" The slave could barely lift himself out of the car and felt the gypsy hook him under his arm and raise him to his feet. Unsteady and disorientated he climbed down from the ride and tried to stabilise his bewildered self on terra firma. He looked back at the gypsy, whom he now noticed was wearing a thin leather strap bracelet much like his own, and followed the direction of the gypsy's gesture off to his left. At the side of the Hall of Mirrors tent the slave stopped, steadied himself against the canvas wall and spat out a large quantity of watery mucus which had built in his mouth. He felt giddy and confused, but he knew he must continue. He knew he must obey. -0- Upon entering the darkness of the Hall of Mirrors the slave was instantly surrounded by distorted variants of his own reflection. Each and every reflective surface had been positioned so that it faced into the centre of a large circle which contained nothing more than one long black leather covered bench. "Sit down!" She demanded into his ear piece. The slave stumbled, but made his way, still wavering on his feet, to the bench and slumped down onto it, almost missing his landing and nearly falling onto the floor. "Now, sit up straight and close your eyes!" She ordered him, firmly. The slave struggled to sit up with his shoulders back; his neck now ached from the strength of the ride he had just taken. He forced himself into the correct position and allowed his eyelids to close over his eyes. He sat with his hands placed, palm down, on his thighs and felt his heart rate quickening again. Music and the noise of the crowd outside seemed muffled through the thick canvas of the tent. The slave exhaled a deep sigh. 'What is my fate?' he wondered. The Mistress emerged from between two of the mirrored panels behind him and smiled wickedly at the multiple reflections of Her slave doing Her bidding. Slowly and with total purpose She moved up behind him. He sensed Her approach and bowed his head immediately. She stood there for a moment admiring Her own reflection in one of the smooth undistorted mirrors. She approved highly of Her new floor length black leather coat which complimented Her tight black leather trousers so beautifully. Her high heeled black leather boots made Her majestically tall and She towered above Her slave who now sat before Her. Beneath the coat She wore a tight black PVC body-hugging top which gripped every contour of Her body deliciously and wrapped around Her throat beautifully as a neat turtle neck. The material shimmered in the half light as Her breasts rose and fell with each breath She took. She flexed Her fingers out in front of Her -- stretching them inside the soft black leather gloves which had now become Her trademark. Her hair was lusciously coiffed in a mass of curls and Her green eyes shone out, as always, above Her blood red lips; the corners of which were now arched wickedly into one of Her typically devilish smiles. She circled around him like a panther in the darkness, each long stride filled with total intent and supremacy. She eyed his appearance, internally judged his apparel, and registered his demeanour as he sat there, obviously nervous, before Her. "We are alone, My slave..." She informed him, "... and we will not be disturbed!" Again She moved around him until finally reaching a stop behind his back. He could sense Her but not feel Her warmth and he presumed She had taken a step back from him. "Put your hands behind your back!" She ordered, firmly. Instantly, as the slave placed his arms behind his back and placed his wrists together She pulled a length of black silken rope from Her pocket. Skilfully She tied the rope around his wrists so he could not move his arms apart at all. He was trapped. "Now, clasp your hands together!" She demanded. Following Her instructions he inter-laced his fingers and held his hands together behind his back which placed some strain against the ropes around his wrists. Carefully She tied the rope off between his wrists ensuring that he could not slip his hands through the centre of his new bindings. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She purred at him, making him swoon, his head still lowered. She moved into him closer now. He could feel something draped against his clenched hands. It was the edge of Her long leather coat. He wanted to reach out and stroke it with his fingertips but he knew such a gesture was forbidden. She approached closer still until Her knees, slightly apart, captured his hands and held them firmly behind him, against his back. "Not going anywhere now... Are you?" She asked. "No, Mistress" he uttered in reply. "SILENCE!!!" She snapped at him. Suddenly he felt Her leather gloved hand reach around under the right hand side of his chin pulling his head back towards Her body. Firmly She held him now, with just one leather-clad hand, pushing the back of his head against the PVC top which encased Her torso. Instantly he swooned at Her touch and let out a sigh of total delight to feel Her hands on him again. The smell of new leather wafted around him as the front panels of Her coat stoked against the sides of his face. He wanted to look up at Her but held his eyes closed obediently waiting for Her next move or instruction. She released the pressure on his chin and stroked him gently along the side of his face with a single leather sheathed finger. He felt his cock straining against the confines of his chastity device and hoped with all his might that She would be kind to him on this night. "Kiss it!" She demanded, as She placed the leather palm of Her glove to his mouth. Lovingly he placed soft, sensual kisses on the inside of Her hand, unable to prevent the soft audible moans of pleasure from escaping his lips. "I said SILENCE!!" She boomed, and slapped Her leather gloved hand over his mouth firmly. He squirmed under Her hold. His breaths coming faster and faster as the heightened arousal rose in him. His cock strained and his balls squirmed uncontrollably as She held him tightly with Her right hand. "Open your eyes and look up at me!" She instructed him as She stooped over him. The slave opened his eyes and looked up at Her, seeing Her for the first time this evening. She was truly beautiful, in all Her authority, as She gazed down at him through the half light, Her eyes glinting with the fire and passion of Her own dominance and power. His breaths became even shorter and heavier as his heart beat faster within his chest. "Now look into the mirror opposite us!" She ordered. As She released some pressure so to allow him to move his face forwards he was able to see the full glory of Her standing over and behind his reflection. He felt so weak and powerless looking at himself so totally surrounded by Her strength and superiority. At that moment, while Her right hand remained clamped over his mouth, She slowly but purposefully coiled the fingers of Her left hand around his exposed throat. She pulled him back into Her again and this time applied pressure to his neck restricting his breathing. His cock throbbed so hard now inside its cage and he feared it might well burst free of the plastic constraint. He swooned again, every fibre of his body lost to Her touch and Her total domination of him. He had gone under and She had taken him there. Softly She released Her hold of him, stroked his face again gently as he breathed out a huge sigh of pleasure and stepped back away from him, allowing him a few seconds to compose himself again. The Fairground Ch. 02 The slave slumped forwards slightly, his arms still restrained behind his back. He felt totally overwhelmed by his Mistress and Her control over him; yet, he sensed there was much more to come. He tried to catch his breath and relax a little but every fibre of his body was alight with the energy of Her. She leaned forward and stroked one long, black leather gloved finger along his spine, just between his collar and hair line and then tickled the nape of his neck. He shuddered and squirmed. Such an innocent touch caused almost unbearable electricity to course through him furthermore. He breathed his submissive sigh again, his balance still shaken by the ride on the waltzer and his senses heightened by Her grasping hands. She cast Her eyes over him; evaluating him. She liked to view him, watch him, and scrutinize him from all angles. He was now well accustomed to being Her quarry. She moved behind him and unravelled the ropes around his wrists. He flexed his elbows and returned his hands beside his sides. His wrists ached from having had his hands clenched together and he was pleased to be freed for a moment. "Stand up, My slave..." She gestured with Her hands, "... and strip!" The slave turned his eyes to Her own immediately and with a quizzical glance questioned Her. Surely he was not to be made naked in a public place. Anyone could walk into the tent. There were still hundreds of people outside. "Just do it!" She scowled. Defiantly he started to undress, constantly looking around him into the darkness between the mirrors to make sure no one else was present. He peeled off his t-shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the bench. She flicked Her hand and in a single sweep knocked the garment onto the floor by Her feet. He looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes. Holding his gaze She lifted one of Her beautifully sculpted black leather boots and placed it directly on top of the t-shirt then adjusted Her position until She was standing directly on top of it. "Continue!" She dismissed, as She lit a cigarette and blew smoke up into the air impatiently. Next he unhooked the belt around his waist and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Worried now that someone may enter this space he looked nervously towards Her, unable to speak, knowing it was forbidden. "Oh, just get on with it!" She barked. Knowing that any motion for sympathy from Her would be totally ignored or even worse, punished, he relented and, unzipping the jeans, kicking off his shoes he finally peeled away the final layers of his clothing. Now all that remained were his black socks, his chastity device and several leather straps which She made him wear as a symbol of Her ownership. She eyed him again, blowing smoke out through Her nose and flicking Her ash down onto his t-shirt, treading it in with Her toe. "How stupid you look!" She smiled, wickedly. She took a step closer to him and, with his eyes still down; he watched Her leather clad legs, boots and the hem of Her long leather coat swish nearer to him. He shuddered in anticipation. She took a long last drag on Her cigarette and discarded it into the shadows. He panicked momentarily; the grass around them was dry. It might catch alight and they would be trapped by fire. "Yes... don't you look a sight?" She asked, reaching forward and flicking Her finger over his chastity device. Seconds later a waft of smoke and the smell of smouldering earth began to fill the tent. He startled and looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes. "I might leave you here to burn, my slave!" She cooed as She strode away from him in the direction of the smoke. He feared for Her now. Fires started quickly and they were trapped in this mirror filled tent. If the smoke became too dense they would be distracted by the reflections and would surely burn to death. "Come here!" She called. He didn't want to go near the source of his concern, except to take Her away from the danger. He scurried in his nakedness, his device now rubbing against his inner thigh as he walked. Within moments he was beside Her again. She stood over the smouldering ground and turned slightly aside as he approached as if welcoming him into Her space. Little did he know? Immediately that he was beside Her She reached Her arms around him. One hand held the back of his neck firmly as the other took hold of his cock encased in the plastic prison She had made him wear. "Now, we can burn to death..." She whispered low, "... or you can piss on it!" He could not move. She had a firm hold of him from both sides. He had to submit to Her. He wanted to run, but was reluctant to do so while almost entirely naked. She carefully lifted his cock inside the device so that the small opening at the tip was directed at the right spot on the ground. "You don't want Me to burn, do you?" He felt Her gloved fingers tightening around the back of his neck. It made him feel weak and heady but he must concentrate. He had to urinate or they would both burn to death. She had never made him pass water in front of Her before and he felt embarrassed and ashamed. Totally humiliated, but fearing the growing smoke may spark into flames he forced out a stream of golden urine. She manipulated his cock in the device so that the flow moved around and across the area of smouldering grass. There was a hiss as the spark that was building against the ground was finally extinguished. He let out a sigh of relief and his flow of pee ceased. "Good boy!" She smiled, discarding his cock and moving away from him, making Her way back to the centre of the circle and the black leather bench. -0- She stood and turned in front of the long plain mirror, admiring Her glorious leather outfit. He turned and watched Her momentarily then dropped his eyes again standing on the outside of the circle between two of the mirrors. She then peeled off the long leather coat and revealed the awesome sight of Her PVC top which was made of lattice work all down Her strong back. Almost as if by design, he spied the black Scorpio tattoo on Her right hand shoulder blade; framed by one small PVC section of Her top. The leather jeans hugged Her buttocks deliciously and Her long thighs appeared smooth and animalistic in their beautiful coating. She draped Her coat across one end of the bench and straddled across the bench, Her thighs wide open in front of Her. "Come here, My slave!" She demanded, in a soft, yet definite way. He moved towards Her; grass prickling his feet through his socks while a droplet of urine glistened upon the end of his chastity device. She leaned up in Her position; Her gloved hands resting on Her leather clad thighs. She swept a stray hair away from Her face then beckoned for him to stand before Her. Reaching beneath the PVC turtle neck She removed a long silver chain which held a small silver key. She removed the chain from around Her neck, unhooking it from Her hair as it got caught in transit and slithered forwards along the bench closer to him. "Stand still and close your eyes!" She ordered. Doing exactly as he was told the slave stood before Her with his feet about eighteen inches apart, his hands hooked together behind his back. He knew what was coming. More humiliation. Further subjugation. Adeptly within Her gloved fingers She unlocked the device and peeled it away from him. He felt a sense of relief as the tip of his cock was now free but immediately his cock become engorged with blood and started to grow hard in Her presence. She leaned back again and viewed him critically, throwing the device onto the floor, the long silver chain still wrapped around Her fingers. "You are pleased to see Me, aren't you?!" She stated, Her eyes fixed on his cock. Without another word She leaned forward again and in one careful swoop She had lassoed his cock with the silver chain. She swiftly moved Her fingers until the chain was looped back behind his balls and then pulled on the chain in a downwards direction. "You will kneel!" She snapped. The slave fell to his knees onto the hard grassy ground and felt the chain slither along the length of his now swollen, hard cock. She had released the lasso and now it hung halfway along his shaft, the key swinging in mid-air. "More uses for a key than one!" She stated. She leaned back along the length of the bench and rested back on Her elbows. Her leather clad thighs were directly in line with his lowered eyes and he felt himself catching precious glimpses of the long expanses of leather. Raising Her right leg She hooked Her heel onto his left hand shoulder and allowed the full weight of Her leg to rest there. Teasingly She turned Her toe towards his face and stroked the side of his head with Her boot. "Do you like My new jeans?" She cooed, still flicking Her toe over his ear, knocking the hands-free device to the ground. "Yes, Mistress..." he stammered, "... You look truly divine!" She moved the toe of Her boot behind his head and pulled him forwards. He started to lose his balance and had to stretch his hands forward to steady his weight on the ground. His face was now so close to the inside of Her calf. He felt overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and desire. He could smell the newness of the leather and ached to touch it with his cheek. Before he could move She leaned forwards and caressed the side of his face with Her glove, gently and almost sensually. "Worship Me, slave!" -0- She allowed him the pleasure of feeling the leather of Her new trousers against the side of his face, his lips and his tongue. She instructed him to kiss, nuzzle and stroke his face against every centimetre of the inside of Her leg. He had felt the ripple through the leather of the ridge caused by Her knee high boots and he wondered if he might be allowed to worship them also at some stage in the future. He felt lost in his moment now, worshipping Her, breathing Her in, knowing Her power and feeling his cock bounce below him. His balls ached from denied gratification for the past weeks and his mind still swam from the whirls of the waltzer. Suddenly She moved Her foot and kicked him back onto his haunches. "What do we have here?" She asked, raising one of Her exquisite eyebrows. She moved around to the side of the bench and began to raise the seat. This was not a bench at all, but more of some kind of trunk, or perhaps an ottoman. The slave felt ignorant for not taking more notice of this object before him. She reached inside the box and removed the easily recognisable collar and lead that She had placed around his neck so many times before. The red, heart shaped name tag glinted in the dusky light and clinked against the metal of the lead. She moved towards him now and raised his chin with one of Her long gloved fingers. "Kiss it!" She demanded, placing the collar to his lips. As he had done so many times before, the slave pursed his lips and placed a tender kiss against the now worn leather of the dog collar. She moved around behind him and attached the collar, as ceremoniously as ever, around his throat, tightening it so that it made contact against his skin. She then moved to Her position in front of him holding the leather handle of the leash in Her hand and looked deep into his eyes. "You will always be My possession!" She clarified, as if he was in any doubt. She yanked the collar as She stood and gestured for him to follow Her on his hands and knees, scuttling after Her like a most faithful hound. He cherished this position as he was able to catch a glimpse again of Her fine behind encased in the delectable leather jeans, Her hips swaying as She moved ahead of him. She came to a halt in front of one of the many mirrors and flicked the leash in a motion for him to look up at his reflection. There he saw a man that once looked like him, collared and naked, his cock now flaccid and limp, humble in the presence of this woman, his Mistress, his Goddess. Tears welled in his eyes as he soaked up the vision in front of him. For so many months he had dreamed and hoped of being in this position and it was obvious now that She had brought him to this place to show him his true place. He knew now that the only place he belonged was by Her side. She stood there for a while soaking up the reflection of Her slave kneeling beside Her. She adored this view and wanted it to last longer but She had much to achieve in this one short evening. Her own romanticised thoughts would have to wait until much later. -0- Having unhooked the leash from the collar and patting Her slave on the shoulder to tell him to 'stay' She moved back to the leather topped trunk. She discarded the lead and peeled a long black slithery item from the depths of the box, shaking it out as She brought it into view. Next She reached in and felt the familiarity of a bulky leather item which She loved so much. This, too, was brought out of the box. "Come here, now!" She ordered and sat waiting for him to crawl back on his knees. As the slave neared the box he could see that there were some new items beside Her but could not see what they were. She motioned for him to kneel back before Her and took the first item into Her hands. "Put this on..." She instructed him, "... I want to see you in it". He took the item from Her and realised that it was a long black Zentai suit, a full body suit, made from lycra, with a zip along the back. He had worn similar items for Her in the past but never something as entire as this. His heart raced as he sat back and slipped his feet inside the flexible snug fabric. He pulled the suit up over his legs and then kneeled in order to feed his arms into the sleeves. She stood now and made Her way behind him pulling on the zipper and encasing him in the material up to his neck. "Are you ready, slave?" She asked. He nodded his assent and She reached in front of him, opening the smooth lycra hood and pulling it back over his face. Despite the flexibility of the material he was immediately plunged into total darkness and had to close his eyes against the tightness of the hood. He felt Her close the zip carefully up along his neck and over the back of his head, to its resting place on his crown. She held his contained hand now and led him carefully over to the bench. "It's okay..." She spoke softly, "... I will direct you from now onwards". She bent him slowly and he sat down on top of the trunk. She stroked his face through the featureless mask and moved in close to him, and placed a gentle kiss against where his lips were encased by material. Next She moved to Her second item, this time made from leather. She opened it and moved around to the back of him. "Now, don't panic..." She spoke softly again, "... I'm going to hood you!" He felt the heavy leather being placed around his face and fell deeper and deeper under Her awesome power. The disorientation swamped over him, he started to feel a little claustrophobic but as if She had sensed it She stroked his shoulder to reassure him. Taking Her time She carefully laced up the back of the hood which covered his whole head entirely except for a cut-out in front of his mouth. She reached into the pocket of Her long coat and pulled out a Swiss Army knife, finding the scissors She gently and carefully cut a small whole in the crotch of the suit, just large enough for Her to stretch open and reveal his genitals. As She released the material it sprung around his cock and balls holding them taught before his body. His cock had grown hard again at his new containment and She stroked it briefly with Her finger, pleased to see that Her actions had aroused him. -0- Removing Her long coat from the top of the trunk She swivelled the slave around so that he was sitting on the very end of the platform. Gently She lowered his shoulders until he was lying down. Quickly She worked around him, opening a large flap at one end of the trunk and removing several items. At the opposite end, next to his feet She pulled out two support sections and hooked his heels up into them. Now he was positioned rather like a mother about to give birth and this amused Her as She moved around him. If only he could see himself. She collected some of the items She had taken from the trunk and moved down to his feet swinging the supporting sections together. She reached out and picked up a reel of tape and, holding his feet together applied one section around his ankles. Then moving up along his body She applied another section around his knees. She then extended the leg supports to their full extent and began carefully cocooning Her slave in tape from his pelvis down to his feet. Removing Her gloves for greater dexterity She moved carefully, confidently and with ease. He appeared almost weightless in his new confines and She purred to herself at the sight of him. She then manoeuvred him until he was in a sitting position and reached inside the trunk again for another item. This item was cumbersome and heavy and Her slave flinched as he felt the weight against him. "It's only a straight jacket." She reassured him. Carefully She fed his already covered hands and arms into the sleeves of the straight jacket and pulled the folds closed around his back. Adeptly She pulled the belt straps through their shackles and pulled the restraint tight around him. He felt comfortable in this item, he was sure She had Her reasons. She now helped him to his feet and manoeuvred him carefully moving him but an inch at a time. He felt very light now, a mere puppet to Her own strength as She opened the lid of the trunk. She managed him into the trunk and curled his legs into a bent yet comfortable position. "I will leave you here for one hour!" She informed him as She pushed his head and shoulders down into the box. The slave momentarily panicked again as he felt the lid of the trunk close down on top of him. He couldn't hear or feel Her presence any more and felt scared without Her. -0- She busily picked up all the items which had been discarded around the trunk; realigned the moving supports to their hidden position and ensured there was no evidence of Her being there. She located Her mobile phone in Her pocket and pressed a button, waiting for a ring tone and connection. "The Hall of Mirrors is now open!" She told the person the other end, and sat down pulling Her coat back around Her. -0- The slave felt movement around the box, thuds and sounds and thought he had heard a child laughing just outside. She had left him in the box and they had opened the Hall of Mirrors to the public again. No-one knew he was locked in this box and She had gone! -0- She sat there on top of the trunk and did not move for thirty minutes. Various people wandered into the Hall of Mirrors and observed their distorted reflections with both horror and amusement. One elderly man actually sat on the trunk beside Her and smiled an old, knowing smile as if he understood why She was sat here. 'If only you knew, old man' She thought. -0- The slave felt the confinement and total entrapment washing over him entirely. He was totally imprisoned by Her and in awe of the sweeping feelings that now cast over his body, mind and soul. He felt detached and weightless almost floating in space and yet, totally immobile. Suddenly he felt movement and knew that the box, in which he was a captive, was now being moved. Scraping sounds and the feeling of the box being dragged along the ground rang through every part that his hearing he could muster. -0- The gypsies moved the trunk carefully as She stood back and watched them intently. Their rewards would be high but they must do exactly as She had instructed. They lifted the trunk into the back of a large van and the gypsy wearing the wristband from the waltzer climbed up into the cab to drive. The Fairground Ch. 02 "Now... quickly... drive!" She demanded, "It should take no more than ten minutes." The shutters at the back of the lorry were lowered and closed off as the engine of the van started and the gypsy began to drive away. -0- The slave felt a sense of total panic and fear as he heard the vibrations of an engine around him. The gypsies were stealing the trunk without knowing he was inside. He had no guarantee that they would let him go if they discovered him here, or even that they would find him at all. He felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. The engine grumbled along still but suddenly the slave felt the lid of the trunk being opened. "It's okay, My slave..." She reassured him, "... you are safe!" She leaned into the box and lifted him out, immediately undoing the straps on the hood. She peeled this away from his face. He was pink and sweaty; his eyes slightly glazed and blinking against the light in the van. "We are in a lorry and the gypsies are taking us to a safe place". He struggled to focus as She lifted him out of the trunk and allowed him to slump on the floor. She reached into a small hold-all bag and removed some medical scissors and began removing the tape which encased his legs, discarding the waste as She worked. She laid him down on the thick rubberised floor of the van and having removed all of the tape began to massage his legs from their numbness. "Wiggle your toes." She demanded, but with care. The slave was disorientated and unable to think straight. Gradually Her request made sense in his mind and he tried to make his toes move. He couldn't feel his feet at all but presumed everything was fine as She leaned over him and smiled. "Mmmmmmm..... Good boy!" She cooed. The Fairground Ch. 03 The slave sat in awe of Her as She worked around him quickly and with evident purpose. He felt heady and high from his imprisonment and wanted to close his eyes and sleep, knowing that wonderful dreams would envelop his mind immediately. She un-strapped the straight jacket and peeled it away from him, gently, but left him clothed in the Zentai body suit; the hood sitting clumsily under his chin. "Don't sleep yet, my slave..." She purred, "... we are not there yet." The slave had no idea where She was taking him and he really had no reason to care. He had lost his clothes, his money and his phone; but yet again She had subjected him to a most delicious containment experience and he loved Her for it, even more so than he had a few short hours ago. She continued to redefine his need for Her and he knew She revelled in his all-consuming desire to be with Her at all times. She understood every aspect of his mind, body and soul and knew they belonged to Her; yet She continued to reward him. He could only hope that this was a direct pleasure for Her. After all, She was his Mistress; She was his Goddess. -0- The gypsy hummed along to himself as the large van chugged along the country lanes from the fairground. He recognised the roads well, even through the poor evening light. However, at a junction in the road he almost missed the turning he should take and the vehicle veered suddenly to the left. He just hoped She had finished Her tasks in the back of the truck otherwise he would surely feel Her wrath, again. The van pulled in along a dirt track which led up to an old yet distinctive house. Dogs barked somewhere off in the distance. Bringing the van to a halt just outside the side entrance to the house the gypsy jumped down from the cab and rushed to open the rear shutters. The slave had no idea where they were but felt entirely protected in Her presence. She was his security and She would look after him, he was sure of that, despite his currently heightened and altered state. She snaked around him at the sound of the shutters opening and moved to the back of the van. As the rear of the vehicle opened out onto the dim light of a fading dusk he heard Her speaking to the man he recognised from the ride at the fairground. The slave wondered if this person, this gypsy, had also been enslaved by his Mistress at some point; whoever he was he obviously followed Her instructions precisely and obediently. "Watch him for Me!" She directed the gypsy as She jumped down out of the van and moved towards the house. "Alright, mate?" The gypsy looked in on the slave, without regard for any response. The slave continued to lay on the rubber floor of the van in his skin-tight suit, exhausted from his ordeal and quite unable to move of his own volition. He could have tried to run, now, but it would have been totally pointless. He knew his legs would fail him, even if he tried; and, besides, he just had to be in close proximity to Her; now more than ever. -0- As She made Her way to the house Her movements tripped a sensor and a bright over-head light cast it's startling whiteness over Her. She frowned, lowered Her head and strode forwards regardless. Having replaced the leather gloves, She flexed Her fingers, as the long leather coat tails swished against the stride of Her leather dressed legs. She reached an old, weathered door and thumped onto it with Her leather fist. The small window to the side showed evidence of light from within and a shadow fell as someone neared slowly towards the other side of the beaten door. "Come on, you old bastard!" She yelled. "Open the door!" A bent, ruddy faced, old man; loosely clothed in a moth-eaten cardigan, brushed-flannel shirt and tatty grey trousers; huffed as he heaved open the heavy door. She sighed at him as She studied his face, recognising that he was clearly intoxicated, again. "You old drunk... Take your time, why don't you!" She snapped at him. The old man ignored Her and stepped out into the cooling night air. "Stop moaning, woman!" He grumbled under his breath. "Is everything as I ordered?" "Yes... Yes!" He replied, sucking his teeth as he walked along the path ahead of Her. The two forms blended into the shadows as the gypsy sucked on a slim cigar, carefully watching Her. He had never really understood Her power over him but had felt Her wrath on more than one occasion before. Now he was totally at Her disposal and always carried out Her demands, whenever She issued them. She could manipulate him, easily, at Her every whim and he wanted to hate Her for it. But he didn't - he simply admired Her. -0- The old man stepped aside in his tartan slippers and allowed Her entry into the building he had just unlocked. She held out Her gloved hand waiting for him to drop the key into Her palm. He reluctantly obliged, sucking his teeth again as he turned away leaving Her alone. "You have ten minutes, woman, before I let the dogs out again!" He growled. "Impertinent old git!" She scowled, sticking Her tongue out behind his back. She moved quickly, flicking on the light just inside the door and removing Her long leather coat. She pursed Her lips together and let out a long, shrill whistle in the direction of the van, just loud enough for the gypsy to hear. She knew he would respond to Her signal and turned away from the door. Upon entering the building She heard the pointed metal heels of Her boots clicking against the hard stone slabbed floor of the large and spacious hallway. Her eyes scoured the space directly surrounding Her and She was pleased to see that it had been furnished exactly to Her exact requirements. Moving back towards the door She heard the gypsy approaching and went to meet him at the threshold. He must not enter this place; Her space. He would never see inside this building, ever. The gypsy struggled with the slave as he carried him along the dirt path towards the sliver of light that was shining out from between the hedgerows. He had no idea there was a second access point to the big old house here. The entrance was totally obscured from view along the main path and from the road. He strained to look inside through the door as She swept the slave into Her own arms and steadied him, blocking the gypsy's view. "That's all for tonight, Sean," She flicked Her head dismissively, "Go home!" Before the gypsy could argue She had turned on Her heels and was inside without another word. Just as he drew breath to sarcastically comment about his payment for services rendered the door slammed shut in his face. She was gone. -0- The slave felt woozy and tired. His mind swam with visions from the waltzer, the Hall of Mirrors and memories from within his time inside the box. He felt weak and lifeless as he remained slumped in Her arms. She seemed so physically powerful to him now. She moved him swiftly across the stone floor and onto a large black leather sofa which seemed oddly positioned in what was obviously a broad hallway of some kind. The slave didn't care. He just wanted to curl up and sleep now. She hooked up his legs and positioned him on his side, propping his head with a large soft cushion. Then, in a moment of tenderness She crouched down beside him and stroked the side of his face with Her fingertip; leaning in as if to almost kiss him. His eyes were already closed. He felt Her breath on his face as sleep finally engulfed him. -0- The building itself was a more recent addition to what had once been the old man's property. The main house and surrounding acres had originally been a farm many years before. The old man had given up his decades of agriculture in favour of alcohol and gambling. He had been most grateful, for the payment and promises he received for his troubles when this mysterious woman called on him years before. The whole farm had been sold to a mystery buyer six months later. Mistress had made all the arrangements and the old man was granted special rights to remain living in the old farmhouse, where he had lived all his life, until the day he died. He had become a lonely lodger here and his only companions were Her guard dogs, which were numerous and practically wild. Even the old man feared them a little. And so, he lived his life in solitude until such times when this woman, whom he secretly admired, should take it upon herself to use the new building She had so carefully created. She floated in and out of his life like a ghost. The hidden construction was Her brainchild and She had planned it for many years. She had blackmailed a successful businessman; but had not exploited him for money. Instead, She forced him to commission the construction of this wondrous building, to Her exact specifications. Her target carried out Her demands to the letter through numerous third party architects, engineers and construction companies. The Mistress was never compromised or named in the process at all. Cleverly, She had directed the whole operation from the initial point of blackmail through to the final completion of the building and it had been a totally worthwhile and rewarding plan. The final treasure arrived on the day She threatened to reveal the businessman's fetishes to the press and he had, albeit reluctantly, arranged for a number of legal documents to be created proclaiming the whole farm, including Her building, as solely Her property. She was, of course, delighted and, after careful consideration, She named the new construction 'The Den'. Local planning constraints had required that The Den be designed, specifically, so that when viewed from the road it lay invisibly hidden within the green pastures and countryside all around it. The building had to be camouflaged and concealed, and this suited Her needs wonderfully. The doorway was obscured from the main track and from the house. This construction had been Her sole target and ambition. Now, She loved it more than She ever thought was possible. -0- She stood in the entrance way of The Den, Her hands on Her hips, looking down on Her slave. Her neck was stiff lifting him in and out of the box and helping him through into the hallway. She slowly moved Her head in soft circles; Her vertebrae clicking occasionally. Realising that Her slave would remain asleep for a short while She moved along the entrance way and opened a large dark wooden door. As She stepped through the doorway automatic lighting twinkled to life overhead and She pursued Her path along a curved slope downwards. Her heels fell silently along the hallway as they padded softly into the cushion of expensive carpet. At the end of the bowed hallway She reached another door. This one was large and slightly different from the wooden door at the top of the ramp; this door was large, heavy and black. She stroked the carved initials embossed into the wood; Her initials; and reached into Her pocket for a small black fob. Having swiped the plastic item against the device on the wall the door sprung open and She entered Her domain. There was a smell of freshly cut flowers in the air and a crispness of undisturbed tidiness. She smiled. Only Her trusted cleaner had entered this building since She had last visited, and She appreciated the selection of blooms which had been placed strategically around Her. The room was huge and well lit from an array of hidden soft lighting. A fire crackled away in a huge hearth and there were various other comforts around Her. She moved to Her stereo and pressed a small silver button feeling the swathe of gentle music fill the air. She removed Her gloves and laid them on the bar as She moved behind it to pour herself a drink. The vodka twinkled in the light as it rippled into the bottom of Her glass. She swallowed it down and smiled another contented smile to herself. Again She eyed the room. Soft lighting and expensive furnishings filled it, all well placed and designed. Everything had been chosen to meet Her own exquisite tastes. No windows. No distractions. Erotic works of art hung from the walls and various sculptures were positioned in numerous locations. A second large leather sofa sprawled along one wall of the room; situated directly opposite a huge plasma screen. Behind Her bar, recessed into the wall, was a long and well lit fish tank, holding an array of tropical fish, all content in their sumptuous surroundings. She picked up a slim remote control and pressed one of the numerous buttons. Immediately the large screen in front of Her was filled with the image of Her slave still sleeping soundly on the hallway sofa, exactly where She had left him. He had not moved. She was pleased to see him sleeping now. He would need his rest, for later. She pressed different buttons on the control and further images flashed before Her. Empty rooms, undisturbed and ready for Her use. Finally, She pressed the '0' on the key pad and an image of the old man flashed onto the screen. There he was, asleep, in his favourite chair, drool running from the corner of his mouth and his half empty glass resting on his stomach, in his hand. She poured herself another shot and swallowed it down, and carefully contemplated the rest of the night ahead of Her. The Fairground Ch. 04 The slave began to stir and felt awkward in his weariness. He opened his eyes and startled as he found himself locked in some kind of cage. Thick heavy black bars surrounded him. The floor of the cage was, customarily, covered in leather and soft padding and he felt his cheek peel away as he lifted his head. Soaking up his surroundings he realised that the cage was easily big enough for him to sit up and move around in but that one of his ankles had been shackled by a thick leather cuff and heavy metal chain which ran out through the bars of the cage. He was unable to move too far. He also noticed that he was totally naked apart from a pair of soft, black leather shorts. He forced his eyes into focus and looked beyond his containment but all he could see was that he was surrounded by a wall of some kind of heavy black material. The whole cage was hidden inside some kind of curtain which reached right up to the high ceiling. He stretched his hand out through the bars hoping to reach the curtain to feel or move it but as soon as his fingertips broke through the bars a loud alarm screeched above his head. The high pitched tone was almost deafening and he quickly withdrew his arm. The alarm stopped. He tried again, this time probing carefully through the opposite side of the cage. Again the same piercing alarm sounded all around him. He moved to the centre of the cage and sat cross legged; the ankle cuff tightening as he placed tension on the chain. Suddenly he heard the padding and clicking noise of animal paws and claws on the marble floor outside the cage and sensed some creature approaching the other side of the curtain. The distinct sound of an animal picking up a scent and sniffing carefully filled him with dread. "Anubis! Leave him!" She was here. His Mistress had placed him in this new confinement and suddenly he felt safe and at ease again. He remained silent and seated in the centre of the cage and bowed his head, looking only at the floor, as he heard Her footsteps draw ever closer. Suddenly, the long black curtain flew back in one long sweeping movement. He could feel Her standing before him and Her eyes looking over him but he dared not look up. His stomach knotted again, as it had so many times before; such was Her awesome power over him. "I see you are awake, My slave!" She purred at him, leaning in to the cage as if to taunt him. "Anubis! Come!" He heard the patter of paws on the marble floor again and felt a sense of nervous anxiety fill every inch of his mind and body. "Slave..." She cooed, "... I would like you to meet Anubis!" The slave's eyes moved painfully slowly; his line of sight cutting across the floor of the cage to the boundary of it and out onto the marble floor. He then moved his gaze into the direction of her voice and, totally stunned, his eyes met the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen. Directly in front of him sat a large black canine, he couldn't be sure of the breed, but taller than any dog he had ever seen before. The ice-blue eyes shone out through the soft black fur of the animals face and appeared to delve right into the slave's very soul. 'This dog belongs to Her,' he thought, and it was unmistakeable. The animal was as majestic and powerful as She was and was obviously totally under Her control. "Anubis! Go and lay down!" She commanded; moving Her hand by Her side as a direction. The large animal immediately stood, turned and sneaked away out of sight. "You tripped the sensors, didn't you slave? Anubis heard the alarm..." She informed him, "... he will guard you at ALL times!" The slave felt a little anxious by this notion of such a powerful animal constantly watching over him as an extension of Her being; but he knew in his heart that, as always with Her, anything was entirely possible. "Now, stay perfectly still", She commanded him. Immediately She had finished speaking the bars of the cage nearest to Her began to disappear into the floor, opening one side to Her, fully. She took a firm hold of the ankle chain and pulled it taut, making contact with his ankle. "You can not escape without losing your foot", She observed. The slave remained perfectly still and made no effort to leave the confines of his cell. He knew She would instruct him and he had no idea where the dog might be. He was staying put inside the cage until She made him move. "Come out of there and sit here!" She thumped the tip of a long black staff against the floor just in front of Her. The slave shuffled forwards on his leather clad bottom, wriggling out beyond the relative comfort of the cage and onto the cold marble floor. She moved around him and prodded him in the chest with the tip of the long staff which he realised he had never seen before. He wondered if it was made from ebony or some other dark wood. He could not see the full extent of the pole as She held it in Her hand; his eyes were still pointing down towards the floor. She moved directly in front of him and placed the tip of the staff just below his chin. Using the weight of the object and Her strength She manipulated him until his face was turned up towards Her and he was looking directly at Her along the long wooden shaft. He instantly weakened at the sight of Her. She was, as ever, dressed in Her customary leather trousers but now wore only a thin, almost see-through, black shirt which sat loosely against Her body; showing clearly the black leather lingerie She was wearing below. The sleeves of the shirt billowed at Her wrists and he noted how She reminded him of a pirate as She stood there in an ever powerful pose; Her legs a stride apart in front of him. She held him with Her eyes momentarily and reached into his soul; reading his thoughts. He felt Her control washing over him again and began to swoon under his own submissive feelings and emotions. She was undoubtedly a Goddess. He could never deny Her that position of total honour, which She rightfully deserved. "Now..." She informed him, "... I have something I want you to watch". -0- She lifted Her head from Her gaze over him and merely uttered the word 'Play'. At that moment a large shutter opened across the far wall of the room and a huge flat screen display came into view. Immediately, a film started to play. She moved Her position so that She was now stood behind him and he felt Her presence in his space. He knew She was watching the film too but sensed that She was also carefully gauging his responses; reading him, as always. He watched intently as images of busy crowds flashed onto the screen. Then, suddenly, he realised what he was watching. The film was replaying his time at the fairground. He watched himself obviously nervous and anxious, but still his normal self, as he awaited Her instructions. One shot moved onto another and showed him continually checking his watch. Another showed him impatiently tugging at his ear. Then he saw himself stood on the outskirts of the fairground, tentatively smoking a cigarette as he took the call from Her. Instantly, he realised the submissive change in his body language and how he had automatically and undeniably responded to Her. She was, now, purring behind his back. The film continued to flash away; he saw images of the gypsy and the ride which had sent him reeling. No sound played throughout the film, just moving images; but he sensed Her powerful music which played as he was swept around and around on the waltzer. Next, he watched himself stumble from the ride, clearly disorientated and confused. After that he was at the Hall of Mirrors and entering through the canvas doors. What followed on the film transfixed him entirely. It showed in close and graphic detail how She had teased and tormented him while they were surrounded by repeated images of themselves. He watched as the image of Her had made him urinate on the smouldering ground and felt a lurch in his stomach and his cock as the camera zoomed in on Her gloved hand which held the back of his neck at that moment. He remembered the ecstasy of the moment. He watched as this moving vision of Her strode around inside the dim space. He watched as he undressed; as She taunted him with Her leather dressed legs; and how She had paraded him in front of the mirrors. He watched Her face closely and realised that, quite surprisingly, She clearly enjoyed Her control over him, more than he had ever realised before. She smiled more than he had ever noticed and Her eyes flashed green constantly. Her full movements, which he did not always get to see while in Her company, were clearly those of someone intently focussed and She exuded Her normal sense of power and dominance but also pleasure and delight. Behind him now, She continued to purr and gently reached down to stroke a gloved hand over his shoulder. He shuddered slightly; yet ached to feel Her touch even more so. "The best is yet to come, my slave" She whispered, smiling. The film rolled on. His knees ached as he knelt on the cold, hard marble floor, but he was transfixed by this footage and could not take his eyes from the screen. He watched Her move around the trunk and remove the items She had used on him. He watched Her encase him in the body suit, tape his ankles and knees, then She bound him tightly. He watched his own featureless, masked face being placed inside the hood and swooned at the memory of the confinement he had felt at that time. He gazed at the screen as She enveloped him in the straight jacket and then manoeuvred him into the trunk with apparent ease. His heart was beating so fast now -- his memory of this moment still so strong and prevalent. Then, to his total amazement, his memory served to fail him. He watched totally stunned as She took Her seat on top of the trunk. He was sure She had walked away and left him unattended; but now it was clear that She had not. She had stayed with him all through his experience. He was in awe of Her now and carelessly reached up to touch Her hand which still rested on his shoulder. She took his hand in Her gloved palm and squeezed it gently then slid Her hand away from him. It was all the reassurance he needed; and certainly all he was going to get. He continued to observe the screen and watched his Mistress conversing with an old man who had taken a seat beside Her on the trunk. She remained entirely composed throughout. An image of total supremacy in the luscious leather coat and Her radiant smile. Then the containment was over. She busied herself around the trunk, which he then watched the gypsies move into the back of a large empty lorry. Abruptly, the film ended and the slave fell forwards on to his hands and knees, breathing heavily and blinking frantically. He was exhausted again at reliving his ordeal. Making him live it all again was a torture he had not pre-empted. He was overloaded with stimuli again. He felt Her move alongside him and run Her leather fingers along the length of his prostrated back; stroking his skin softly. "Follow me, my slave..." She instructed him, "... I want to show you around." She had pulled him to his feet and retained Her hold of the heavy ankle chain. He was allowed to walk but had to walk behind Her; careful not to trip over Her heels or the link between them. As She made Her way to the door She stopped to place the staff in a chrome wall bracket. For the first time the slave noticed the head of the rod. It comprised a sculptured filigree cage which contained a swinging red, heart shaped stone. He presumed it was a ruby. As soon as the staff was placed in the wall bracket She took up a long schooling crop and flicked it backwards catching his leather clad buttocks with a fleeting stroke. "Come on.... Keep up!" She demanded. He cherished being able to walk behind Her in this way as it allowed him to watch Her leather adorned hips sway as She walked. He noticed that the trousers She wore now were different to those he had seen and become close to at the fairground. These had leather laces along the outside seam which pulled them tighter around Her backside. The leather looked much more supple and had a more glossy look about it. "Stop looking at my arse!" She barked at him, flicking the crop backwards again -- but clearly wishing not to catch him with it. She strode out into a dark and apparently curved hallway where lights twinkled on in Her presence. He had no idea where he was and he could see no windows; just sumptuous surroundings and erotic art on the walls. He quickly realised that the hallway was curved and had a downwards angle to it. They appeared to walk for a few minutes before She came to a stop outside a large red door. She turned to look at him and took his face in Her gloved hand, breathing into his skin. "When you are sitting comfortably I will tell you more", She had read his thoughts again. The Fairground Ch. 05 "This is my Red Room." She informed him as She walked through the door and onwards into the awaiting chamber. As he followed Her he could not believe his eyes. Here was another huge room, easily thirty feet across and entirely covered in what appeared to be red PVC. The floor was the same dark mottled marble of the previous room but it had a dark burgundy colour to it, rather than the black of before. The walls were covered in panelled sections, each padded and covered in a red high gloss finish. As his eyes struggled to take in the whole room She, suddenly, pushed him up against one of the padded walls and held him by the throat, his head forced back against the shiny padding. Her green eyes penetrated his soul as She held him still and Her body closed in on him. His breaths fell short and he felt his pulse sky-rocket as Her leather fingers held his neck tightly. She leaned into him and bent Her head grazing Her long tongue across his cheek. As he swooned there for a moment still held in place by Her hand he felt Her lift his left arm and, swiftly She had locked it into a device on the wall above his head. Now She kicked his legs apart and pushed his heel back against the wall; another locking sound as his ankle was also restricted. She repeated the graceful movements, containing his right hand side until he was totally trapped against the PVC wall. He was trapped and totally immobile. His heart pounded in his chest and his neck ached from the constriction of Her hands. She then moved away from him and pulled a large chair into view. It was a modern design, with a deep seat and broad cubic armrests. He realised the chair was also covered in the same glossy red material as the walls. Each aspect of the room perfectly complimenting another. He exhaled his regular and resigned submissive sigh again. She would never cease to amaze him. She reclined in the chair and hooked one long booted leg over the other, swinging Her foot nonchalantly in front of herself as She looked up at him. "You had quite a day yesterday, didn't you?" She was up again, not requiring an answer. She moved in on him quickly and unhooked the straps which held his leather shorts in place. With one sharp flick of Her wrist the garment peeled away from him and he was totally naked apart from the usual leather straps around his neck, waist and ankle which he wore constantly as marks of Her ownership of him. She moved to one side and opened a small panel in the wall. He would never have guessed that it was there; so exquisitely hidden among the decorative panelling in the room, as it was. "Close your eyes!" She instructed him as She closed in on him again. Unexpectedly, he felt material around his face and recognised the feeling of latex against his skin. She was covering his eyes and nose with the material making him breathe solely through his mouth. He could only guess, now his eyes were closed, that the material around his face was coloured red to match the room. He swooned at the mental image of himself and the obvious control She continually held over him. Next, he felt Her placing a heavy object around his neck. He heard the familiar sound of buckles against leather and tried to move his head as if to see through the impenetrable mask. He couldn't move his head at all. The item She had placed him in sat between his shoulders and his jaw line. His neck was held rigidly and he could not tilt his chin forwards at all. He felt totally vulnerable now. Even though his arms and legs were totally immobile he could accommodate that; but now She had secured his head movements he felt totally helpless and defenceless. She had him in Her grip once more. He realised his cock was now bouncing before him, his arousal so heightened by the mask and neck holster. He knew She was about to torment him and he now ached for Her every touch. Now all he had were his senses of touch, and hearing. His smell had been obscured by the latex mask pressed tightly over his nostrils. He could sense Her moving around in the room but had no idea what She was doing. He waited for an age for Her to return to him; hoping and pleading that She might just touch him. Without warning then, he heard a high pitched whistle and the padding and clicking of the approaching dog's paws on the hard cold floor. "Watch him!" She commanded the dog as She strode off out of the room. The slave hung there immobile which his arms and legs spread out around him and tried to move his head from side to side. He could only move a few millimetres and realised that he was totally trapped. His sixth sense told him that the dog was still present and he envisaged the huge black beast sitting there staring at him, perhaps only a few inches away from him. He felt pensive and anxious and hoped that his Mistress would soon return. -0-