Her Male Model (Femdom)

Tied Down

Fuck.

I don't know where I'm at, or how I got here. My head is spinning, so I keep my eyes closed as I try to piece together what happened. Did I fall asleep in my apartment? My bed feels harder than normal, but I suppose it could be in my imagination. I go to bring my hands up, attempting to rub my eyes, but I find I can't move my hands.

I can't move anything.

Panic takes ahold of me as I open my eyes, looking around wildly. Kat is staring at me, her face not two inches from mine: her misty blue eyes stare into my soul, analyzing my every reaction. She's smirking. When did she get here?

"Nice of you to join me." She whispers, those perfect lips curving to form a sharp smile.

Is this a dream? If so, it's clearly going to be a nightmare based on all the items hanging around me. I look around in panic. I don't even know what half of them are, let alone how Kat might use them to torture me.

A cold sweat forms on my lower back.

"It was rather bold of you to faint in my playroom like that. You left yourself completely at my mercy." She smiles, looking up to where my wrists are tied to the bed frame. My feet are tied in a similar fashion. I notice then that my body is completely bare. I am naked head to toe, entirely on display.

Everything comes rushing back to me suddenly, making my head ache. Fuck. I'm tied up in Kat's torture chamber.

"Why am I tied up, Kat?" I ask, still groggy. Kat narrows her gaze at me.

"That's mistress to you, sub. Looks like I am going to have to punish you after all. Here I was worried I would have to wait ."

My heart races with adrenaline as the reality of my situation sinks in. I am chained up in Katrina Levour's 'playroom'. Alone. At her complete mercy. And now she has a reason to punish me.

I find that instead of blinding fear which I would expect in this situation, my stomach comes alive with nerves and excitement.

"I am sorry, mistress."

She gives me an especially cruel look.

"You will be."

She walks away from me for a moment, and I track her. I have never met anyone who invokes such an intense reaction within me. I am physically shaking by the time she returns, something she notes with a gleam in her eye.

"I recognize that this is all new to you, so I have decided to be merciful and start you out gently.

She is holding something behind her back, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. What is it? A whip? A strap on?

Kat pulls the item from behind her back, and I find myself completely shocked. A canister of whipped cream. On the list of items I imagined, whipped cream didn't even make top 100.

"I am very fond of games, as you already know." She fondles the bottle, stroking it in a way that makes my mind race.

"I am getting rather hungry, and I have decided to make you my plate. I am going to use your body to my liking. If you are a good boy and keep quiet, I will let you go. If you so much as make one whimper." She pauses, staring into my eyes. "...I am going to stick this entire bottle up your ass."

My jaw drops as I stare at the canister in question. It is wayyy too big for that. The base is girthier than my fist, and it's at least as long as my forearm. Fucking hell.

"Do you understand the rules, sub?" She asks, continuing to stroke the bottle. Jesus Christ.

"Yes mistress."