I woke up later and spent several seconds accessing my body and my situation. I was on my back on the bed. There were no ropes on me. The only restraint was a pair of handcuffs keeping my wrists behind my back. I looked down at my penis. It was soft and sore, but it would be fine. The tape gag had been removed and thankfully there was nothing in my mouth.
As quietly as I could, I wiggled off of the bed. I quietly moved over to the dresser trying not to alert her that I was awake. I reached around and used my cuffed hands to open the dresser drawer and I gazed at what she had. I was looking for the handcuff key so I could get outta there.
‘Admiring my collection?’ she said as she entered the room. I turned and faced her and shook my head no. She had removed her shorts and had adorned a plastic strap-on. It looked about 8 inches long. She was not wearing any anything else.
‘What are you planning to do with that?’ I asked.
‘What this?’ she said coyly with a gesture toward her strap on. She began walking towards me. ‘I’m going to do whatever I want.’
The thought sent a shiver through my body. I hope you not going to stick it in my ass.’
She moved to the dresser and started rummaging through the drawer. ‘Have you never been pegged before?’
‘No. I never had anything in my assho-‘
My sentence was cut short when she stuffed a ballgag in my mouth. She immediately got the straps together and tightened it around my head. I tried to talk and move the gag around, but it was too tight. She pushed me back onto bed.
She looked at my penis and said ‘You must like being my submissive, you are starting to get hard again.’ I looked down and she was right. I was sporting at least half a chub and I could feel it growing. ‘We better get something on that before you get a full erection again.’
I shook my head no and made pleading noises through my gag as she went to her drawer and pulled out a stainless steel cock cage. It was small. It looked less then 2 inches long. I looked in terror as she put the keychain around her neck and unlocked the device.
She moved over and knelt beside me on the bed. She slid the metal ring over my penis, popped my balls through one at time and left the ring securely around my scrotum. Next she lubed me up and tried to fit my penis inside the cage. She was as gentle as she could be, at first. Then she began trying to cram it in. This caused a great deal of discomfort. It wouldn’t fit because I was already erect.
‘I was afraid of that. Let’s try something.’ She went back to her drawer and found a dog collar. She came back over to me and put it around my neck. She also hooked a leash up to the collar. She stood up and pulled me up with the leash so I was sitting up. She kept pulling on the leash until I was standing right in front of her. She had total control over me.
She led me to her door. She removed some clothes from a hook that was over the door and wrapped my leash around it. I wasn’t choking, but with my hands cuffed behind my back, I wasn’t going anywhere. I hadn’t been able to swallow with the ballgag in my mouth, and a little bit of drool involuntarily came out and fell on the floor. She noticed the drool and smiled.
She reached down and grabbed my penis, which still had the metal ring attached at the base. ‘I’m leaving you here for 10 minutes while I look at my phone. That cage is going on your cock one way or another, so I suggest you get soft in those 10 minutes.’
I looked at her and nodded then she left. I stood there naked, handcuffed, collared and gagged trying to not be aroused.