The evening had been spent pleasantly chatting and laughing with friends. We'd sat across the table from each other, not quite opposite but close enough that I could still hear the occasional snippets of your conversation. Your laughter breaking through the hubbub of background noise causing me to turn and watch as your eyes lit up and your head threw back exposing your neck. The distraction caused me many a moment of apologising to my dinner companion and asking him to repeat his words as my train of thought detoured towards your skin and the pleasure of feeling it beneath my lips. Just the thought of the soft, gentle, brushing of your flesh against my mouth always drove me wild. And here with friends, watching you from slightly afar, that yearning still called to something deep in me.

My cock, your cock, strained in its cage and I felt the first beautiful stirrings of pain. I loved how you could do this to me, how just being you could cause me this delicious suffering. Even without touch or physical sensation, you held this power over me, just from the sight of you.

You looked up. You caught me staring. You must have noticed that familiar look on my face. As if my eyes had temporarily glazed over, while I concentrated on the shivers that ran through my body. You smiled coyly and made a point of glancing back with that familiar enticing look of an exquisite, mischievous, devil on your face. I turned away and tried to regain my composure slightly, adjusting myself back to the conversation around me. But that look, as it always did, roused something in me. For the rest of the meal I found myself glancing across at you, stealing glimpses whenever I could, savouring the sight of you.

You must have known but you didn't turn to look at me again. You leant back in your chair, drawing those around you into your conversation. The ripples of giggles and laughter were a habitual part and parcel of dinner with you as those around you were found themselves wrapped up in your company. It was a familiar sight and as dinner drew to a close I smiled to myself just enjoying watching this force of nature at work.

As the bill was paid, chairs pulled back scraping against the floor and kisses exchanged with old friends, "goodnight"s and "see you soon"s imparted, I wandered around the table and smiled as I collected your coat from the waiter and stood in front of you. Your coat was draped across one arm and with the other I took the small of your back and gently pulled us together as I leant down to kiss you on the cheek. Lingering a little for my own pleasure. You smiled, reached your hand up and put your hand on my neck, your thumb resting gently on my cheek. Your sign that I may kiss you on the lips. I leant down and savoured the taste of your lips for a second or two, pulling back to see your smile and return it.

You stepped back and turned your back to me, extending your elegant arm in a sign that you were ready for me to help you on with your coat. I slotted your arms in and stood behind you, threading my arms beneath yours, around your waist, to tie your belt. The position pushed your arse back into me and despite myself I couldn't help it. I pushed back, feeling my caged cock press in between your cheeks, the sensation making the pain build again and my breath shallow slightly. My finger tips traced the curve of your hips as I drew my hands back.

Of course you noticed. How could you not? But your reaction just enforced in me why I worshipped you so. You moved around to look at me making sure that as you slowly turned your body, every inch of you that could brushed against me, heightening my pleasure, heightening my discomfort. You looked up, pulled my head down to yours and as you kissed me gently on the lips you smiled and softly whispered.

"You'll pay for that boy."

My stomach flipped and heart started picking up a pace but that beautiful smile on your face - in your eyes, the soft melodic tone of your voice and the certainty of the words just caused me to grow ever harder in my cage.

"OK guys we're off." You announced to the group and the collective goodbyes began.

As you were turning to say goodbye to one of the group I grabbed your attention quickly by placing my hand on your shoulder.

"I'm just popping to the toilet quickly" I said and turned to head to the bathroom.

"No" you replied. Shaking your head slightly and dismissing me as you turned back to your friend to say your goodbyes.

I stopped in my tracks, a little unsure what to do next, as if my internal narrative had just been derailed. it was such a small thing, you didn't shout, you didn't raise your voice, you didn't stare disapprovingly. You just simply stated a fact and then went about your business.

I collected your bag and bid goodbye to a friend as we all filtered outside and our group started to dissipate to the noisy street. Finally it was just you and I and you linked your arm in mine as we turned to start the walk home. Down the high street, across the busy main square, through a quiet cobbled street where you pulled me into a doorway to kiss me and tease me for what seemed like half a second before chuckling slightly and leading me on. We meandered at a leisurely pace, it wasn't late and we were in no rush to arrive. You occasionally teased me again with a: "This way Boy". Before leading me down a different route, another quieter street, to kiss me, to torment me.

And then we found ourselves in your street. The roundabout route we had taken had led us to the opposite end of where we normally arrived and the odd jolt of the unusualness of this jarred me somehow. Suddenly the nagging need at the back of me jumped to the forefront of my mind and the blissful distraction of you leading me through winding streets ended in the normality of a long straight street. A long straight street with my bladder bursting for release.

I picked up the pace somewhat. Keen to cover the 5 minutes or so back to your door as quickly as possible.

Of course you noticed. How could you not? But your reaction once again made me want to worship the air you walked through.

"Gently boy." You said and pulled me back to your pace. You leaned your head against my shoulder and with your free arm reached across and stroked my chest. Unbuttoning my shirt a little under my tie, you reached in and held me.

I slowed. "Yes Miss " I replied. Loving being able away from vanilla friends and able to address you formally, properly. How I loved to do.

The pressure though would not go away and as I tried to breath and smoothly take one gentle step after another; trying to shut the urgency out of my mind; concentrating on your touch; on your hold over me. I felt your hand pull out of my shirt and gently slide down my stomach, it stopped just shy of my belt, your fingers splayed out with just the little one slipped beneath my buckle.

And then you gently but insistently pushed.

I suddenly realised; the 'No' at the restaurant, the long route home, the many delays and the slow pace.

"Miss ?" I managed to blurt out questioningly.

"Shh Boy, we'll walk around until you go." You turned and kissed my shoulder leaving a faint lipstick mark on my white shirt.

Your hand stayed where it was, gently and firmly pressing, not hard, not urgently, just a constant reminder who was in charge. Who had made this decision and who would be obeying.

I felt my face flush as the blood rose with my embarrassment. The night was dark but the street was well lit. There was no one around behind or in front of us but I could see a couple in the distance slowly walking towards us. I flustered and my legs felt like jelly. The discomfort was immense but the thought of wetting myself and those strangers potentially seeing was too much. I started to calculate furiously in my head. Could I go and then reach the front door before we pass them? Could I hold it until they had passed us?

And then you did the kindest thing for me. You decided for me.

"Now boy."

You stopped. Pushed firmly on my stomach and stepped slightly around to watch my face as I humiliated myself for you. You watched my trembling breathing and me standing tall through the slight shaking my body was experiencing through the butterflies jostling for space within. You held your hand firm on my stomach and listened as I relieved myself.

But you didn't watch any of the physical act, you weren't the slightest bit interested in the wetness growing down my front, demeaning me. You watched me and saw my humiliation, my obedience and my desire to do nothing but please you.

And I saw you watching me. I stared down and saw you smiling at my disgrace and the low level of pain my cock in its cage had been experiencing through your teasing all evening multiplied and filled me with a beautiful ache.

I finished and told you so. "Good boy" you replied, stoking my face and smiling. You stepped around to my side, slightly behind me now, so as to keep me exposed fully to the world. "Thank you Miss. Thank you." I managed to whisper as you indicated to me to lead on.

Those last 50 metres or so were agony and ecstasy combined. Agony as I noticed the couple were fast approaching on the other side of the street. I had almost forgotten were we were, so completely absorbed in you I had been. I stared straight ahead, not wanting to know if they had noticed me or not as you smiled and waved a cheery 'good evening' to ensure they at least looked in my direction. Ecstasy, as I took my pride in obeying you as you pushed me further and further outside of my comfort zone.

We arrived at your door and you told me to wait before the step as you opened the door and went in in front of me. You returned with a pair of flip flops: "So you don't tread your liquid through my house." you told me, smiling and handing them over. "Thank you Miss." I replied with a smile on my face. "You do think of everything".

The relief of being off the street and in your private control was starting to wash over me and I quickly took my shoes and socks off and went to move inside. In to safety and comfort. You put your hand out and stopped me.

"Boy. Do you think I want the rest of your dirty clothes inside if I don't want your shoes?" Your hand pressed gently on my chest and I realised what you meant. Once again my blood started to flow rather faster and I could feel the familiar flush in my face as I knew I had no choice.

I undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, removing my cufflinks to pull my arms out and stand there topless. All the while stealing furtive glances all around me, checking no one was there. Hoping, praying no one was there.

"Boy." You touched my chin bringing my eyes to you. "I am here. Not down the street or around the house." I stood up, staring at how beautiful you were and how much I desired you. Easy is perhaps the wrong word but in that moment it felt easy to ignore the world, ignore what might be happening outside of my gaze and just concentrate on you in front of me. I undid my trousers, pulling them down and taking them off first before finally removing my last item of clothing and standing there in front of you. Clothed only in my metal cage and the ball of damp clothes I held in my arms.

"Good boy" you say and step towards me, locking a collar around my neck. You turn and gesture me inside.

"Clothes in the washing machine. You in the shower and then run me a bath boy."

So here I am. Clean, showered and dry. Sitting on the edge of the bath watching the bubbles grow and making sure I'm testing the water temperature to make sure it's right for you.

"Boy." I hear you call from downstairs. I turn the taps off and head downstairs to find you by the kitchen door.

I kneel on the floor in front of you before addressing you. "Yes Miss?" I ask.

"I fancy some wine Boy. Pour me a Glass and one for you too."

"Yes Miss." I reply and wait for you to move before standing up. You head into the sitting room and I take the bottle from the fridge, pour two glasses and then carry them through to you in the next room.

"Stand for a while" you say, as I go to kneel in front of you. You take one of the glasses from me and sip a little, indicating that I can do the same. I do. And I enjoy the crisp taste as the alcohol adds to my dizziness of being here with you. You move in to me and indicate with your hand that I should kiss you. I sense the enjoyment in you as you allow me this pleasure of holding you like a traditional man, hand on you back lifting you gently up a little, lips on your lips as I face down to see you looking up at me.

You pull back and smile. And I know to resume my place beneath you. I take one last sip of wine before placing the glass down on the side and returning to kneel in front of you.

You instruct me to remove your stockings, I relish the chance to touch your smooth skin and gently pull the delicate fabric down, the seams on your stockings that I've lusted after all evening coming away in my hands. I finish one leg and then start the other, my hands pushing up and under your skirt, not daring to go any higher than required to unclip your stockings but so desperate to touch even a centimetre more of you than I can.

I fold the stockings and on your instruction go out to the kitchen and bring back the porcelain bowl filled with warm water and the white towels with which I bathe and dry your feet. remaining on the floor in front of you to perform this special treat for me as you lean back on the sofa, sip your wine and close your eyes.

We spend this time chatting and talking, discussing life and gossip. You enjoying me beneath you and me in my most comfortable position. I massage and rub your feet, moving my hands up and down your lower leg. Not daring to go higher without permission but enjoying this small freedom you are allowing me. After a little while you shift your weight slightly and I feel your toe gently tracing the metal that contains me, the occasional touch through the bars of your flesh on mine is electrifying and only causes to increase the pressure. You smile, enjoying what you are doing to me, seeing me squirm and flinch at every touch but sensing the desperation in me for you.

"Hands on your head." You command and I gently place your foot back down in front of you. My hands go to my head and with yours you take my collar and pull me up onto my knees, slightly choking me in the process. Both of your feet are now on my cock, my cock is hardening in its captivity and pulling the device with it, stretching my balls and causing me to wince as your feet continue to caress and stroke.

A whimper escapes from my lips and just as I start to feel I may have to beg for some small mercy you stop and lower me down. You clip a lead to the collar and stand in front of me pointing to your feet. I bow down to you, kissing your beautiful feet. My hands are flat on the floor in front of me and my arse is up in the air. You crouch down slightly in front of me and reach across to scratch your nails from my arse up my back. Running beautiful shivers through my body. I press my lips more firmly into your feet.

"Come on boy." You say cheerily, tugging on the lead slightly and leading me out of the room. I follow, crawling behind you. Staring up at this Goddess in front of me. You lead the way upstairs and into the bathroom. When there you ask me if the water is ready. It's been 40 minutes or so and the water has no doubt cooled a little. I test it and yes, it needs more hot. I indicate this to you. Turning on the tap to fill the bath again for you. As I turn back, still on my knees, you indicate for me to stand up by pointing and you turn around, lifting your hair to reveal the buttons on your silk top.

I stand and walk to stand behind you. Undressing you. Undressing you has always seemed such a strange contradiction in service to me. It is I serving you. But it is me taking the lion's share of the pleasure. No matter how much you appreciate my service in this respect, I'm not sure it can ever compete with the joy of unwrapping you, gently revealing such an incredible sight. It's sometimes the culmination of a whole day of frustration and desire as when you have treated me with dressing you in the morning and I've had to get so close to you without being able to touch you properly. Those days, I tend to struggle with my concentration somewhat...

I pull your top up over your head and undo the zip on your dress slipping it down gently. Folding both carefully on the side I return to drink you in, undoing your bra and gently removing it from your arms. You smile sweetly at me as you indulge my usual misdemeanour of brushing my arm almost imperceptibly against your bare breasts as I do so.

You've never instructed me how to do so but I've built up my own perfect routine in undressing you; top, bottom, bra then knickers. I leave the knickers until last, so I end up here, kneeling before you.

You turn and test the water, shutting the tap off in obvious satisfaction at the temperature. I don't need to be told and stand up to lift you in my arms Lifting you over the side and lowering you smoothly into the warm water.

I take the sponge and start to wash you, lightly massaging you, hypnotised by the wetness of your skin. There are many favourite things I've discovered since serving you but the intimacy of this moment, of washing you, is one of the most perfect.

Soon, you indicate you're ready. I reach in and lift you out. Placing you standing on the bathroom mat I gently pat you dry and hold up your dressing gown to cloth you. You turn it down and indicate for me to fetch my leash. Once attached and with me on my knees again, you lead me on all fours to the bedroom. I almost trip and stumble a little as I stare fixatedly at your form striding in front of me and couldn't look where I was going if I tried.

"Up you get." You instruct, pointing to the bed. I crawl up and kneel on the bed. "On your back. Spreadeagle boy." You command. I obey and lie there while you secure my hands and feet. The leather restraints tight and inescapable.

You step up on the bed, naked except for your ankle bracelet with the key to my cage on. You kneel over me facing away as you bend forward thrusting your arse firmly and slowly into my face. I lift my head forward, eager to worship you this way, my tongue just barely touching your flesh as my desperation increases. My neck strains fiercely as you move that last little distance and my tongue plunges into you. My cock is now desperate for release as it bulges in its cage. My tongue is making slow, firm circles and my mind has almost clocked out in ecstasy. I hear you start to moan and your body moves rhythmically against my face. I notice that you've started to touch yourself and the realisation just heightens my desire.

With one hand you hold your pussy, urgently working your clitoris in slow circles, the other has a hold of my penis, urgently and brutally gripping it my the base, below the securing ring of the chastity device. The pain is causing me to writhe in agony and the movement under you causes you to grip harder, your desire and fervor growing. It feels like you've almost forgotten about me underneath you, all the raw animalistic want of you is flowing through the building orgasm and the pain you are causing is forgotten in this incredible moment for you. And in this moment, I adore you even more for it. I struggle to breath and I struggle to contain the pain but still I lick and worship you, willing you this orgasm.

And then you do. The shudder running through you is beautiful to watch. The relief as you release your hand around my cock is intense but I'd suffer for ever to keep seeing that one beautiful, glorious moment of you cumming. You fall forward, pushing your pussy in to my face and I taste you hungrily. You lie there gently stroking me tenderly. And then you sit up spin around and lie down next to me. In the process, I notice you've taken the key from your ankle and my hips start thrusting up slightly, uncontrollably, as I hope you have in mind what I've been begging you for so long for.

You lie next to me for a while, one arm and a leg draped over me as you gain your breath back and tease me with your leg, stroking it up and down me. Then you kneel, and release me. My cock is almost instantly hard as I feel your nails slowly dragging up my shaft. You move your hands forward and lean over me, one hand either side of my head. Your breasts in front of me and as you dip a little, offering one nipple to my mouth I think I may explode. You notice this and smile sweetly, stepping up and away from the bed before returning with a cane. You're gentle, but even gentle the cane has a delicious bite to itself and as the first sting lands on my exposed cock, marking it for you, you reach across and gently run your nails across my chest.

"Good boy. Let's begin." You say...