Bedtime

# Synopsis: “what can happen at bedtime when you are not careful.”
# keywords: bedtime, heels, cages, bondage, teasing, denial.

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Slowly i step into the bedroom, my breath slightly quickening as I see the cuffs already attached to the post of my fourposter bed. “And this time He made sure I can’t undo them”, i mutter softly to myself, briefly recalling the trouble I got into the first time I loosened the cuffs because my arms were getting tired.

I know what is expected of me and that thought alone sends my head spinning. Slowly with slightly trembling hands, i reach up and undo the buttons on my blouse and slip it of my shoulders. i stand there, savouring the cool night time air against my skin.

i know i don’t have much time, but i can not help but just stand there for just that brief moment of time, my mind reeling against everything. What i am supposed to do, what i am going to do. With a little head shake i step away from this line of thought. i know i will do it anyway, my training is too ingrained already and above all, i want this, i said i wanted it, i
challenged him to it. like i once told Him, my biggest enemy is myself…

Quickly i sit down on the bed, my eyes making sure everything is ready as He wants it. My mind quickly running past the list of things He expects me to do and to have ready. it’s all there .. if i missed anything, i can’t remember it and i will take the blame for it.

My hands pick up the first ballet boot and slip my foot into it. i gasp softly as i feel how my foot is forced almost painfully down. I sit there for a moment and reach out for the other boot and repeat the process. For a moment i pause, letting my muscles adjust to the feeling of my feet being arched this way. Slowly i lace them up, feeling the tightness across my calves. Even though i have worn them before, i still have to get used to them. Walking in them – forget it! – i can manage to just about stand in them and take little steps.

i slowly scoot over to the bottom of the bed, near the post. my heart races, as i pick up the black silk scarf and bring it to my eyes. Slowly all the light disappears, as i tie a knot just below my ponytail. For one moment, i consider adjusting the blindfold so i can peek under it, but He would know .. he just .. would. i tried it once and it was just not worth it

i grab the post and slowly pull myself up onto my feet, trying to find my balance. my fingers slowly slide up over the smooth finish of the post .. finding the metal cuffs. The metal is cool as it slips around my wrist.. with a little bit of trouble i managed to close them, the soft dry click sending chills through my body. i know i can’t get out of them, unless you release them .. all i can do now .. is wait…my fingers trace up and I wrap my hands slowly around the chains, holding them for extra support…

Standing alone in the darkness, my body leaning against the post, waiting for you to come in .. i realise i could be standing here all night, and my mind starts to panic, soft moans start to escape out of my lips as i pull on the cuffs .. but suddenly i feel you there … your hand against the small of my back .. i tremble slightly as i feel your hand other hand moving up into my hair and slowly grab hold of my ponytail and pulling my head back … i feel my knees buckle and i lean against your body. Slowly i feel you holding me upright until i can find the strength again to stand on my own. Your hands holding me tightly around
my waist. nodding softly, i focus on keeping my posture.

I feel him briefly stepping away and then without a warning I feel the cool satin of one of my corsets wrapping around my body. The touch cause me to shiver which seems to amuse him as I hear a breathy chuckle next to my ear. Slowly he begins to fasten the corset. It’s different from usual, gentler almost. This worries me greatly. He can be gentle but usually the corset goes on quickly giving me little time to actually adapt to the grip until it is as he wishes it (which usually means .. completely tightly). Tighter and tighter it goes .. i gasps slightly as i feel the familiar tightness surrounding me and he ties off the laces and steps back.

“S-Sir.. what’s going to happen”, I ask, my voice trembling. I can feel my cheeks burn, I hate it when he knows my confidence is faltering, yet I should know better, he has gotten me in this state of mind so many times before. But my question is only followed by a finger brushing over my lips, clearly indicating that he does not want me to speak … butI can’t resist it….

“Cat got your tongue, then?”, I ask flippantly, before I can bite on my tongue. I know what is coming.. I try to move away but as tied as I am, on ballet boots, it’s not something I can manage yet. In a second his hand is in my hair, pulling me back, making my back arch out. I whimper with the strain in my body. I try to stammer an apology but it is so hard to be coherent, when he holds my hair just like that. I can feel his warm breath against the side of my left ear ….

“I told you not to be so flippant with me, kitten”, he growls .. knowing full well I am in no position to actually answer him, which suits him perfectly. Keeping a tight grip on my hair, his fingernails stroking over my neck. I try to keep my focus, but he knows exactly how to get to me and I feel slowly all my will slipping away in his hands.. I grunt softly, not being able to do anything else.

He slowly pulls me back up and his hand strokes softly over my burning skin, soothingly yet teasing me in a way he knows I can’t resist. I can feel my breath quickening as his hands work their way over my body, massaging me, arousing me and a soft moan escapes my lips. I feel him stepping away, feeling suddenly devoid of his touch. Wanting him to hold me, to stroke me, to tease me even.

The soft sound of him getting some piece of a chain reaches my ear as I try to turn my head to figure out where he is. But before I know it he presses the cold chain against my shoulder blades making me yelp out, I hear him chuckle as I try to move away, but there is only one way I can really go and that is forward. I press my body against the bedpost, feeling the cool wood against my skin, resting between my breasts. Before I know it he has gotten hold of my wrists and applies the chains tying
my wrists even further together.

“Now kitten, i am gonna take you off the pole and you know exactly where I want you”, He whispers softly in my ear. I nod softly unable to do anything else really. My fingers wrap around the cool wood to balance myself. I listen to the soft sound of the locks springing open above me. My heart skips a beat with that sound every time.

I slowly squat down, using the pole to help me. He chuckles softly as he watches me “you have a lovely behind kitten”, I hear him say … my first reaction is to turn around and tell him that he can kiss my … but it just wouldn’t be worth it. He would make, whatever is to come just so much harder for me to endure. I bite my lips .. hard, knowing that I am already in no position to be making such remarks and finally move my knees down and lower myself on to the cool smooth wooden floor.

I can feel him move over, his finger stroking softly over the inside of my legs as I gasp softly and lower my head, letting my hair fall over my face. I hate how he can still embarrass me by showing me how wet he is making me. His fingers stroke over my corset and over my back, slowly grabbing my hair and pulling my face upwards to him. “Such a lovely blush you have, kitten”, his voice taunts me, “anyone seeing you would think you were innocent”.

He slowly pulls me over, leaving me no choice to follow him. Dammit, he knows what pulling my hair does to me, how it just makes me want to collapse on the floor in a puddle. Suddenly i feel metal under my hands .. the cage .. I shake my head and whimper .. his tug only gets more insistent. I whimper, I beg incoherently for forgiveness but slowly, inch by inch, he pulls me forward inside. I struggle all that I can, but my hands slowly cross the first bar and then the second ..I shake my head and pull back, only to be faced with my own limitation, because the harder i pull the more trouble i have thinking coherently, the easier
it is for him to pull me in.

Suddenly a sharp blow hits me just under my bottom across my thighs, right on the sweetspot and I shriek out with the unexpected sharpness of a cane landing across my bottom. I tremble as i feel another tug on my hair, but I refuse to move. Another stroke hits me right on the sweetspot and I move half an inch forward. This goes on and on .. it’s becoming a
battle of wills, his against mine .. and one I know I am slowly losing, each time I go forward he adjust his grip on my hair, not allowing me to slip back, deeper and deeper I let myself being led into the cage, trying to put up what little fight as I can.

Suddenly I feel his feet against my bottom, pushing me that last little bit inside, and my heart jumps as I hear the clang of the cage closing. The sound of the lock snapping shut with a soft click thunders in my ear. No way am I going to get out before he lets me…I am panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat as I slowly drop my shoulders and let my head rest against the metal cuffs on my wrist.

He has me exactly where he wanted me and exactly where he said i was going to spend the night if I didn’t stop. And of course I didn’t stop .. I never do. When will I learn that he doesn’t lose any challenges, that the only reason he challenges me is to make me drop myself in it and get into trouble… see, i told you I was my own worst enemy?

The cage feels cramped, there is not much space for me to move around in it. Suddenly I hear the sound of metal scraping over metal. Cool metal, threading through the bars of the cage, slowly making its way just behind my knees, soon to be followed by a second bar just to the front of my knees, making it impossible for my knees to move back or forth.

“Up”, he commands me and I stretch my legs as far as I can, feeling the cage bars press lightly into my back as I can hear another bar being slipped in place near my body. “relax now, kitten”, he softly speaks in my ear. As soon as I lower myself back down I feel the bar near my hips, further limiting any movements I can make. Before I can think of anything a bar slips over my lower back, trapping me completely in place. A fifth bar slips just behind me legs, resting against the sweetspot. The cool metal soothes the burning sensation, where i received the cane strokes earlier. Right now I can’t even move back and forward and I whimper slightly.

“Only seven more bars, kitten”, he chuckles, seeing my obvious distress. My head jerks back in surprise and if he could see my eyes, he would know I am loosing all my attitude and confidence. This could become a really, really .. terrible .. long night.

The next two bars, slowly slip against my body, one just before my breasts, and one just behind them, trapping them slightly, not pinching, just enough that I will be constantly aware of them being held captive. A third bar slips right in front of my arms not allowing me to move forward.

I feel another bar sliding just above the back of my wrists, following shortly by one in front, trapping my hands between them, making it difficult to move my arms. I try to lift my right hand a little, but he immediately sees that and grabs hold of the chain and padlocks it to the lower bars of the cage tightly. I pull on the chains but it’s no use .. he has me like a trapped animal.

Another bar slowly and gently slides over my skin just over my shoulder blades. My mind is reeling, fighting it, but the bars won’t budge and I can hear him chuckle as he sees me struggling. I am completely immobilised and every movement is immediately met by metal bars holding me in place.

Suddenly I hear the lock being undone and the cage door slides open … my face lights up with a smile .. “he’s gonna let me out after all … I knew he wouldn’t go through with it”, I think. But before I can think anymore his fingers start to tease me slowly and before I know it, my body starts to react, trying to push back against his fingers … gasps and moans of frustration slowly mix in the warm air. Even i could smell that the air was heavy with my own arousal.

“Excited, aren’t you kitten”, He says amused and continues to tease me, ignoring my pleading ” .. well this might be slightly
uncomfortable”. Before I know it I feel a cool gel being applied to my bottom and his fingers slowly opening me up, slowly lubricating me … I know what is coming.. I whimper softly and beg him for forgiveness, to let me go, that I will be really good from now on… it all ends in a soft little shriek as I suddenly feel the cold tip of a steel butt plug slowly invading me, stretching me. He works it gently back and forth .. teasing me, my shrieks of protest slowly start to change to moans of pleasure as he works it all the way in … then he stops as suddenly as he started.

My mind starts to spin as I feel the butt plug deeply in me, this must be that new one he talked to me about, I try to give my bottom a little wiggle and moan loudly as I can feel it. the plug is hollow, and is filled with liquid, sloshing slightly inside the steel, sending out little vibrations. This is past teasing .. this .. this .. is .. torture . i’ll be insane by morning.

My face is blushing red, knowing how much I wanted him to continue, knowing also he won’t let me come until he is ready, until he wants me to come and not a moment sooner … and that point may be whenever, i may not even be allowed to orgasm tonight, to be left like this all through the night.

My thoughts are interrupted as i feel him parting my lips and a vibrator slides in deeply, slowly being pushed in and out, twisting and turning. He makes sure I feel every little bump and ridge. The teasing is driving me slowly insane but every single time I tense, he senses it and stops. I beg him to let me, promise him everything and anything I can think of, but he just laughs .. enjoying my helplessness and my distress and my pleading.

He removes the vibrator carefully and i can hear him walking to the front of the cage. “You know kitten, I think you are in for a very long night. I do hope you can sleep like this.” .. I gasp loudly in shock .. “sleep .. like this … he must be kidding.” Yet, my mind knows he’s not.

I work my lips .. trying to get a sound out ..”i..i might keep you awake all night though, so surely .. it would be .. better if i could sleep in bed”, I try in my nicest, cutest little girl voice, trying to appeal to his softer side … He’s quiet for a moment and I hold my breath waiting for him to agree with me. The seconds seem like hours and then he burst out laughing and softly tugs my hair through the cage. “Nice try kitten, but did you think you were going to get away that easily?”, he chuckles softly to himself.

He continues seriously: “I have something new for you.” I can hear him moving about the room, rummaging through a bag. Then he leaves the room. I try very hard to focus on where in the house he is. Did I heara tap running? I try to move around, see if there is anyway I can make myself comfortable without him knowing, but all too soon I can hear him coming back and I stop, my mind racing with thoughts about what this new thing he has in store for me is.

I can hear him open the cage at the front. His fingers softly brushing the side of my face. His voice comes so close and so strong, I involuntarily shiver. “A nice gag which will allow you to drink as well … we wouldn’t want you to go thirsty in the middle of the night do we”, he taunts me gently. I timidly shake my head and press my lips tightly together, i feel his hand slowly caress my lips, teasing them ever so lightly with his fingers .. my tongue darts out slightly wetting my lips ..occasionally touching his fingers.

Suddenly his fingers are gone and i feel the rubber of the gag taking its place, again teasing my lips .. I close my eyes, trying to focus on keeping the gag out of my mouth . but he pushes firmly, slowly parting my lips .. i try to resist but it’s so hard to keep focused with all that he is doing with me, my mind becoming dazed with images and thoughts of sexual acts. Slowly my lips part and little bit by little bit the gag slips inside my mouth, over my tongue.But before I know it, it slides out and he starts all over again. Resting against my lips until he can slowly press it in. Again he starts over, slowly bending me to his wishes … his will.

Strands of drool hang from my lips each time he pulls it out. I lose count how often he starts again. Each time I end up losing the fight and slowly it starts to break me down … I give up resisting. Finally as soon as he puts it on my lips my mouth opens wide to let him put itinside me without a fight. He continues to slowly move the gag in and out of my mouth, praising me for being good. My mind stopped fighting, just reacting to his will. I feel dazed, aroused, so very much in need of an orgasm, I would do anything at this point … just to hear him tell me that i can .. but deep in my mind i scream in despair .. I know
he isn’t going to give it to me.. not yet .. only when he thinks i have learned my lesson.

Finally he stops and the gag slips into my mouth a final time, my lips wrapped around its base and my mouth filled. He secures the gag against a bar right in front of my lips making sure i keep my head upright and not move it from side to side .. with each suck i can feel the water splashing in my throat, refreshing me slightly … I feel his hand stroking my hair .. “don’t drink to much kitten, you wouldn’t want to need the toilet in the middle of the night, now would we?” he chuckles .. enjoying my moans and pleads …

I let out a sigh of relief. “he must not have realised I can move my head back far enough an slip the gag of in the middle of the night”. I try not to smile. All I have to do is wake up earlier than him and rewrap my lips around the gag and I am all good. But then … just then … I hear the sound of another metal bar being added. I moan loudly in protest. “he said there weren’t anymore!” I feel the soft padding around the bar resting against the back of my head, holding it perfecly in place. No way i can actually move my head now and take this out of my mouth.

I can hear him walking around the cage and feel his hand on my bottom again, slowly tugging the butt plug for a second, then picking up the vibrator and pushing it in .. ever so slowly … I feel so full, both the plug and the vibrator driving me slowly crazy .. I can feel it sliding deeper into me as I try to grip it hard .. i want to come, no … no longer want, i need to come, i’m almost past caring what he will do to me .. I need it now!

I hear the cage door close and his voice coming from above: “back in a minute kitten, I need a drink, don’t go anywhere will you?”. I moan something rude to him which luckily he isn’t able to understand and I hear his footsteps walk away. Now .. right now is my chance and I can push the vibrator out of me, just to get my own back. I push as hard as I can but it doesn’t move, although every move seems to rattle the cage, making every movement, pulsate through my entire body. It dawns on me, the vibrator is attached to the cage door.. no way I am going to be able to dispel it from me in the middle of the night.

There is nothing I can do .. i am trapped .. immobilised, left only what he will give me. I can hear him walk back into the bedroom and if only i had eyes in the back of my head, i swear i would be able to see the self satisfied smug smirk on his face. I can hear him playing around with something near the end of the cage. “ahh there we go, this should be amusing for you, kitten”, he chuckles softly and all of a sudden the vibrator in me comes to life … but only for a short time and
then it cuts out again. I moan loudly around the gag waiting for more, almost begging him and then it cuts in again. I close my eyes and let the feelings wash over me. Before I can even begin to really enjoy it … it stops again… I scream in frustration.

Ten seconds it buzzes away in me, and then it stops for what i think is about a minute before starting again .. it’s driving me up the wall. I am begging, pleading .. and then it stops for a long time .. how long? i have no idea … by now I have lost all sense of time … this will drive me insane, it will keep me completely on edge, without any chance of making it … my whimpers become louder as I moan around the gag.

I feel his cool hands on my skin softly stroking my cheek … “You want to have an orgasm, kitten?”, he asked gently .. I mumble a barely audible “yes Sir”… he laughs softly … and whispers: “well if you are really as good as you claim to be and do not make any sound through the night,I might let you come tomorrow morning sometime.”

It’s too much, my mind explodes and tears fall from my eyes and my bodyshakes softly, knowing that there is no hope left for me this night. I can hear him chuckle softly .. plunged into utter darkness as he throws a large blanket over the cage, leaving me completely alone. The smell ofrubber becoming stronger and stronger around me. I sob softly, unable to move a single muscle, my sobbing changes into deep moans the second I feel the vibrator coming alive in me, sending bolts of arousal and passion through me, drowing out any thoughts I might have and leave me hanging and gasping in the dark cage …..

i am my own worst enemy .. i deserved this completely .. and it’s goingto be a very very long night ….

but tomorrow .. tomorrow I will be good.