It was another scorching day in mid-July and once again the warm summer air was littered with the gentle clink and crunch of trowels and forks digging away at the rear of Gemima’s home. A team of landscape gardeners had been hard at work transforming the back garden of her property for several weeks and slowly but surely things were starting to take shape. The grounds were extensive and required the expert attention of several strapping young men, in whom Gemima had taken a keen interest the moment they set foot on her lawn. However, one of the team had remained absent from the site from the offset, having been away on holiday with a group of friends.
He took his first fateful step onto the property a little after lunch time to find his colleagues kneeling in the soil, quietly getting on with their work with nary a word spoken between them. It was an eerie sight to behold, as usually their worksites would be filled with the pleasant rhythm of the radio punctuated by the boisterous cackle of the team’s lewd jokes.
“What’s up, fools…” he laughed as he approached two of his workmates. They were carefully installing the stonework for a lavish water feature in the centre of the garden.
“Ethan.” one of them answered, “Grab a fork and dig over that patch ready for turfing.”
“What, no hellos? No ‘How was your holiday?’…” he scoffed, bemused by their unwillingness to interact.
“Dude, seriously…” his colleague replied, “Just grab a fork and get busy.”
“Okay, what’s going on?” Ethan persisted, “Is this a prank or something?”
He registered a fleeting glimmer of terror in his workmate’s eye and frowned in confusion as the two of them turned away and silently continued on with their work.
“You there…” came Gemima’s fanciful voice closing in from somewhere behind him, “Who are you? What’s your name?”
Despite his colleagues’ warnings, she had clocked him the second he arrived at her home and monitored his every step as he made his way through the side gate to meet his friends.
“Uh… me?” he asked, turning to face the elegant, yet rather stern looking older woman standing behind him, “I’m Ethan. I’m one of the team.”
He could tell from the way she marched over and confronted him that she was owner of the house. Her appearance was rather dazzling, with a billowy floral summer top lapping around her waist and tight cream coloured jeans clinging to her tall, slender legs. Her wavy hazelnut locks were tinged with a faint golden highlight that seemed to shave years off her real age. She was clearly older than him and the rest of the team, but despite her abrasive manner she still retained an oddly youthful glow that was difficult to ignore.
“Why haven’t I seen you before?” she demanded. Already he suspected he knew why the others had suddenly turned mute, though the truth was a little more complicated.
“I’ve been away, ma’am.” he replied with a cheerful smile, hoping to work his boyish charms on her and win her over, “On holiday.”
“I see.” she nodded, scanning him from head to toe, “Very well then. I trust you have plenty to do.”
With that, she sauntered off back up to the house and reclined on a chaise longue in the conservatory, sipping on a chilled glass of Chardonnay as she stared out across the garden. Her eyes fixed on Ethan and monitored his every move, watching as he grabbed a fork and set to work. She was pleased to see that the others kept to themselves, giving him no warning to her true intentions. After all, they knew precisely what kind of perverse thoughts were rattling around her mind as she gazed upon Ethan’s muscular physique. All manner of wicked little designs began to spiral around inside her head, driving her to a lustful rage. The idea that he had no idea what was to become of him only turned her on even more. He could feel the heat of her eyes on his skin, like a laser branding her name onto his body. A couple of times her glanced up and shot her a flirty smile, but she simply stared back without so much as a blink and took another sip of her wine. Undeterred, he stripped off his vest top and continued to work naked from the waist up.
All manner of wicked little designs began to spiral around inside her head, driving her to a lustful rage. The idea that he had no idea what was to become of him only turned her on even more. He could feel the heat of her eyes on his skin, like a laser branding her name onto his body. A couple of times her glanced up and shot her a flirty smile, but she simply stared back without so much as a blink and took another sip of her wine. Undeterred, he stripped off his vest top and continued to work naked from the waist up. Gemima’s hunger intensified proportionately, but not for the reasons he might have hoped.
Her lingering gaze remained solely trained on his bristling muscles and tanned skin, singling him out from the group. Cut off from the others like an exile and unable to escape the glare of his new employer, he quickly began to feel isolated and uncomfortable with his surroundings. Gemima was fascinated and watched intently as his soul withered under the baking summer heat, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Soon it was mid-afternoon and the men convened by the main work bench, where a series of blueprints and sketches were strewn across the surface. They each took a frosty bottle of cold water from a small refrigerator on the floor and stood around, quietly knocking it back without so much as a whisper between them. Ethan stabbed his fork into the ground with a majestic throw and began to make his way over to join them, eager to escape Gemima’s relentless glare.
“Ethan!” Gemima beckoned as she slowly approached across the grass, “Would you be a darling and assist me with a little task?”
He looked over to her and then at his colleagues, all of whom were gazing down at their plastic bottles or around the garden – anywhere but back at him.
“Sure…” he gave a defeated sigh and trundled up across the grass to meet her.
“Excellent.” she purred, curling her finger back to lure him inside. He gave the others one final glance over his shoulder to find them exchanging knowing smirks and slyly elbowing each other. With a confused frown, he followed her into the conservatory and through the kitchen. His eyes inevitably fell to the sublime curvature of her hips and ass swaying enticingly behind her as she walked. The scent of her perfume hung on the air wherever she went, leaving a seductive trail of honey and peach blossom that left him intoxicated in her presence. She guided him up the stairs, affording him an even closer view of her ass shimmying in front of his face as he ascended behind her. As they reached the top, she turned and walked through a doorway into the master bedroom.
She guided him up the stairs, affording him an even closer view of her ass shimmying in front of his face as he ascended behind her. As they reached the top, she turned and walked through a doorway into the master bedroom.
“I’m useless with these things.” she explained, pointing down to a large brown cardboard box sitting on the floor.
“What is it?” Ethan asked, feeling the tender grasp of Gemima’s talons wrapping around the top of his arm.
“It’s a chair… of sorts.” she replied, gently massaging his flesh like a cat pawing a cushion ready to sleep, “But it needs to be assembled. Would you help a lady in need?”
He was unnerved by her sudden change in demeanour, though he could still detect a trace of severity beneath her pleasant smile, threatening to resurface in a heartbeat.
“Well, okay… I guess.” he said, climbing down onto his knees to inspect the contents of the box.
“You are a treasure.” she said, barely able to contain her excitement at the prospects of plundering his body for all it was worth. She stood to one side and watched him pulling out the various constituent parts and laying them on the floor, where he tried to figure out how they connected together. There didn’t seem to be any instruction manual, but only because Gemima had hidden it beforehand. She didn’t want him seeing what it was before he’d constructed it, for the fear that he might run a mile. Part of her seduction involved letting him into her bedroom and allowing him to bask in the delightful feminine fragrance and decoration on show. She knew precisely how to wind a man around her little finger and bend him to her will. As he gradually connected the various pieces together, he started to feel a curious attraction to her that he couldn’t explain. Even without her speaking a single word to him, he could feel her power surrounding him like a fog and suffocating his breath. There was something strangely arousing about the idea of her controlling him and the longer he spent kneeling before her, the stronger the feeling became. She gave an approving hum as he assembled the pieces, slowly forming them into a strange looking contraption that vaguely resembled a chair. Seeing it half assembled made her heart race with anticipation, sending the blood coursing through her veins and leaving her itching to try it out. His slow rate of progress was almost as tortuous as what she had in store for him when it was finished.
“You wanna pick up the pace a little?” she scoffed.
“Look lady, I’ll build it…” he growled, glancing up over his shoulder towards her, “Just lose the attitude.”
With a cruel grin, she lifted her right foot off the floor and dug the sharp tip of her heel into the base of his spine. Ethan’s back immediately arched down and a momentous agonising howl erupted from his gaping lips, followed by a pathetic little whimper as he pleaded for mercy.
“You are correct, I am indeed a lady.” she scowled, “But it is you who needs to drop the attitude!”
“Alright! Alright, I’m sorry!” he winced, “I’ll do it. I’ll do it!”
Gemima lifted her heel away and continued to stand behind him, watching as he continued to build the device. She loved the way he begged her to stop and almost considered doing it again, just to enjoy his painful cry again. The only thing she wanted more was to see the contraption fully assembled and ready to use, so she resisted the temptation and waited a few moments longer. That said, although the pain had been sharper than anything he’d ever felt, a dark, twisted part of him only wished she would do it once more. Once again he found himself oddly relishing her dominant persona and remained crouched on the floor, hoping his aching erection would subside. He didn’t understand why he felt so attracted to her in such a strange manner, but he couldn’t deny it either. All memory of the garden outside faded away, as if she had cast a spell on him that left him completely disarmed in her presence. All he could think about Gemima’s perfect slender body and how good it felt when she hurt him. He tried to turn his focus to the chair, though he had to admit it was unlike any chair he’d ever seen. As he attached the final touches and gazed upon it in all its glory, it didn’t take him long to realise its true purpose.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she said, running her fingers over the leather-clad cushioning. The back of the chair formed a cross with a circular metal brace on the vertical beam just above the intersection. There was a separate leather strap at the end of each arm of the cross, and at the foot of each of the two front legs. The seat itself had a split down the centre, allowing the occupants legs to be spread wide open.
“What is it?” he asked with a frightened shiver.
“Why don’t I show you?” she insisted, grabbing his arm to guide him up off his knees. He did as she wished and climbed up onto the seat, ignoring the last vestiges of better judgement lingering at the back of his mind. She clicked one side of the neck brace and opened it up, allowing him sit with his back straight against the chair. Then, with him sitting comfortably, she closed it around his throat and locked it shut. He felt like he should resist, but he found himself becoming more and more turned on with every morsel of power she stripped away from him. His cock was bulging against the inside of his khaki work shorts and flexed repeatedly as she raised his arms up and tied the straps around his wrists. In just a matter of seconds, he’d gone from a relatively free man to a slave; imprisoned by Gemima and susceptible to whatever sadistic desires she might have entertained. She gave a satisfied hum and straddled his lap, stretching her legs around his waist while she pawed at the naked bumps and ridges of his chest.
“Do you like it?” she asked, leaning tantalisingly close to kissing him, but the neck brace kept her just beyond his reach. He nodded, unsure how else to answer. He could barely bring himself to admit just how much he liked it, let alone say the words out loud. The smell of her sweet, warm breath washing over his face was making him hornier than ever and he would have given anything for the privilege of one solitary kiss on the lips. Her fingers gradually wandered south and plucked at the elastic waistband of his shorts, holding them open so her fingers could delve inside. She slipped them down inside his boxer briefs and took his throbbing shaft in her hand, watching the elated smile stretching across his lips as she stroked it up and down. His breath puffed from his between his wilting lips in staggered little puffs, slowly blossoming into a fully fledged moan. His cock grew even firmer and flexed in her fingers, aching to feel the pressure of her lips around it. However, there was only one reason why she would kneel in front of him and it certainly wouldn’t be for his benefit.
She lifted herself up from his lap and began to tug on his shorts to pull them down to his ankles and remove them along with his underwear. His cock twitched with anticipation as he sat naked on the seat, naively awaiting the blissful pressure of her mouth. Instead, she pressed his shins against the front legs of the chair and fastened the two straps around his ankles, securing him firmly in place ready to do whatever she wished to his body. He tested the restraints and laughed nervously, still utterly aroused despite his simmering apprehension. A curved metal rail ran in a semicircle beneath the two front legs, allowing them to be moved apart. She placed her hands on Ethan’s feet and pushed them sideways, spreading his thighs apart with a dim mechanical click as the legs ran along the rail. His balls fell down and dangled in the gap between the two sides of the seat as it split apart. She pushed his legs as far as his hips would allow and flipped a catch on the rail to lock them in position, keeping his thighs permanently spread open while his hard cock twitched at full mast between them.
With a satisfied nod, she waltzed over to a large glass fronted cabinet standing against the far wall and opened up the doors to reveal a collection of strange looking toys and implements within. The brace around his neck allowed him just enough room to turn and watch as she collected a few items, and it was only then that he began to wonder if he might have made a terrible error of judgment. She returned a few moments later cradling a collection of toys in her arms, which she laid out on the dresser in front of him. Some of them were completely foreign to him, whereas others left little to the imagination. Whatever purpose they would serve, that was the last he would see of them. She picked up the first item; a stylish black hood made from real soft leather. It featured extra padding around the eyes, cheeks and ears to keep the wearer completely desensitised to their surroundings. Scarlet straps ran across the forehead and beneath the chin, and could be fastened behind the back of the head with a study metal padlock. She slipped it down over his head and tightened the straps, paying little attention to his concerned whimpering. Then, she stepped away to enjoy the sight of his head bobbing sideways, hoping to catch some glimmer of light that might help him see what she was doing.
The mask kept him completely deaf and blind, emasculating him and stripping him of his last tiny shred of power. He tried in vain to listen out for some sign of her movement and then froze in terror as he felt the electrifying touch of her fingers stroking beneath his balls. The head of his cock glistened with a sticky sheen of pre-cum that oozed from the tip while the shaft twitched repeatedly and bulged like a dagger stabbing the air, itching to be touched if only for a second. At first it felt like she was massaging his balls with her fingers, but as she pulled more firmly on them and dragged them down beneath his body, he knew the reality was somewhat less desirable. She held a cold stainless steel weighted ball crusher in her hand, comprising a narrow cock ring – which she slid down around his shaft – and a second horizontal bar that went beneath his balls. The two elements were connected by a pair of metal screw rods which stood at either side of the device, allowing the lower bar to be tightened and loosened as required. She turned the two little screw heads to raise the crusher bar, squeezing his balls like a clamp until he yelped in despair.
“What are you doing to me?” he begged.
“Whatever I like.” she replied coldly, “And I wouldn’t recommend speaking again.”
The insinuation sent a chill down his spine and left him shivering on the chair as she turned to collect her next toy. It was a riding crop with a solid black stem and a narrow leather loop at the tip. She held it in her hand and swung it through the air a few times, like a swordfighter preparing for battle.
“I must say I was very pleased to see some fresh meat on show today.” she said, giving the head of his penis a gentle smack with the crop, “Especially now that I see how much more you have to offer.”
Ethan didn’t know whether to be proud that his body pleased her or terrified of what she might do next. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. She raised the crop and began to slap the tip across his bare chest, eliciting a fraught whimper from beneath the mask with every light graze of the leather against his flesh. She loved the way his skin turned pale for a second before fading to its natural complexion, but it was nothing compared the thrill of leaving something that lasted a little longer. She swung the crop with a harder stroke, leaving a searing white impact scar just above his right nipple. He growled through his clenched teeth and winced as the fiery sting filtered through his chest.The mark turned a much deeper shade of pink and continued to prickle as she raised the crop and struck him again. The next smack was even harder, lashing his other nipple with a direct hit that sent his neck and limbs bolting against the restraints. They kept him locked down, quelling every ounce of strength that he used against them. For a moment he thought about screaming out for help, but he knew nobody would come to his aid. She had clearly done the same to all of his co-workers, using them as playthings to satisfy her darkest desires. He also knew that it would only amplify his suffering, but then as the furious heat of the impact faded to a faint tingle, the idea of being whipped even harder no longer seemed so terrible. To his astonishment, he found himself deriving a curious pleasure from it that kept his cock rigid and ready for more. His lips remained sealed as it was painfully clear that he had only endured a glimpse of what she intended to do to him anyway.
He growled through his clenched teeth and winced as the fiery sting filtered through his chest.The mark turned a much deeper shade of pink and continued to prickle as she raised the crop and struck him again. The next smack was even harder, lashing his other nipple with a direct hit that sent his neck and limbs bolting against the restraints. They kept him locked down, quelling every ounce of strength that he used against them. For a moment he thought about screaming out for help, but he knew nobody would come to his aid. She had clearly done the same to all of his co-workers, using them as playthings to satisfy her darkest desires. He also knew that it would only amplify his suffering, but then as the furious heat of the impact faded to a faint tingle, the idea of being whipped even harder no longer seemed so terrible. To his astonishment, he found himself deriving a curious pleasure from it that kept his cock rigid and ready for more. His lips remained sealed as it was painfully clear that he had only endured a glimpse of what she intended to do to him anyway.
The mark turned a much deeper shade of pink and continued to prickle as she raised the crop and struck him again. The next smack was even harder, lashing his other nipple with a direct hit that sent his neck and limbs bolting against the restraints. They kept him locked down, quelling every ounce of strength that he used against them. For a moment he thought about screaming out for help, but he knew nobody would come to his aid. She had clearly done the same to all of his co-workers, using them as playthings to satisfy her darkest desires. He also knew that it would only amplify his suffering, but then as the furious heat of the impact faded to a faint tingle, the idea of being whipped even harder no longer seemed so terrible. To his astonishment, he found himself deriving a curious pleasure from it that kept his cock rigid and ready for more. His lips remained sealed as it was painfully clear that he had only endured a glimpse of what she intended to do to him anyway.
She continued to thrash his chest with the crop, dashing his pecs and stomach with one bristling cherry pink scar after another. He groaned with a confused mixture of agony and ecstasy as the leather fold sliced across his torso, enraging Gemima’s already burning libido further. She loved the way he grunted and cringed as the pain shot through his muscles, cherishing every second of her dominance over him. The pain splintered through his body in unbearable pulsating waves that left him wriggling in his seat. He listened carefully, hoping to catch the heart stopping hum of the crop slicing through the air so he could make some vain attempt to avoid it. He knew all too well that the shackles would keep him from escaping its wrath, but he couldn’t help trying to resist. There was something uniquely exciting about being forced to take it and even though it felt like a branding iron scorching his flesh, he didn’t want it to stop for a second. She lowered the crop and aimed it between his parted thighs to give his balls a gentle tap from beneath.
The weight of the ball crusher left his testicles slightly numb, but not nearly enough to dampen the sudden sharp twinge in his groin as she swiped the crop sideways across his ripe little distended plums. The leather striking his flesh was one thing, but having it crashing against his balls with such force was unimaginably excruciating. Ethan jolted back into the chair and then forward against the restraints, howling in a fit of agonising convulsions as the pain shot up through his abdomen. It would have likely hurt less if she had clasped them in her fingers and squeezed them until they burst. He could feel it in every part of his body and the sensation lingered for some time, leaving him writhing and whimpering in the chair. As his breathless screams faded away, he heard Gemima’s delighted chuckle coming from somewhere nearby. It was clear that her sadism knew few bounds, and although the experience had left him nauseous, he couldn’t help but feel a strange contentment from pleasing her.
“Keep this good and hard…” she commanded, giving his cock another little tap with the crop. There was no danger of going limp, despite everything that had happened. He listened carefully as she began to remove her clothes, trying desperately to find a tiny fracture in the leather mask so he could spy on her. The only thing that turned him on more than being mercilessly whipped by his new master was the thoughts of seeing her delectable body in the flesh. The mask was far too well crafted to allow such indiscretions, though, and all he could do was sit and listen to each item of clothing leaving her body and dropping to the carpet in front of him. She took a few steps over to the window and drew the curtains, which were made from thick burgundy velvet and cast a sensual crimson glow over the room. She almost considered taking the mask off so he could admire the slender curvature of her hips and bust. Deep shadows fell into every little contour of her body, emphasising the roundness of her breasts and the silky complexion of her skin. She was immaculate, but she much preferred to keep him blinded if only because she liked the way the leather clung to the shape of his skull.
She moved closer and ran her hand around the back of his head so steady herself as she straddled his lap again. A shiver rumbled through his body as he felt her skin grazing over his thighs, realising that he was about to receive the greatest gift imaginable. Any pleasure that he might have felt was entirely incidental, for as far as Gemima was concerned his body existed only to serve her. She reached down and clasped the shaft of his cock in her fingers to aim it upwards, allowing her to slide herself down on it. Her moist pussy lips split apart and clung to the sides as it plunged inside her, eliciting a gratified puff of breath from between her quivering lips. She could feel his cock eagerly bulging inside her as the pressure of her tight pussy massaged it from every angle. His was by far the biggest of the lot and for a moment she simply sat on his lap, enjoying the thickness of his girth pushing against the walls of her vagina. No longer able to resist temptation, she wrapped her legs around the back of the seat and did the same with her hands, holding on to the rear side of the neck brace as she gently thrust herself against him. Her clitoris began to grind against his pubic bone and rubbed on the soft bristles of short hair above his cock, rapidly sending her into a lustful thrashing stupor.
She thrust herself against him over and over again with increasing force, taking his cock deep inside her and feeling the top side of his shaft pressing on her g-spot. Her ankles crossed over and locked together behind the seat, allowing her to leverage the weight of her body against him as she rode wildly on his cock. She raised her right hand to his face and gave it a firm slap, sending his head rocking sideways before bouncing back into place. Another smack followed moments later, and then another and another. The tormented drone of Ethan’s voice emanated through the tiny air hole, adding fuel to her sadistic fire as if she was feeding on his pain. Her breasts jiggled with every thrusting motion of her hips, teasing him with the occasional fleeting touch of her pert nipples grazing against his chest. He had no choice but to sit there and keep his cock hard for her so she could use him like a toy. The pressure soon began to mount inside her, prompting her to ride even harder and bounce energetically up and down on his lap. A layer of perspiration started to develop on their skin, further emphasising the beautiful curves of her body and amplifying the clap of their skin as their bodies collided together.
Gemima paused for a moment and lifted herself off, quickly flipping around so she could ride him facing the other way. She slid herself down onto his cock once more and let out a long, shuddering sigh as it filled every inch of her pussy. Her ass cheeks pressed against Ethan’s thighs and began to writhe back and forth on his lap. The angle of penetration allowed his cock to rub even harder on her g-spot, and with her hands now free she was able to move her fingers down between her legs to play with her clit. She stroked the throbbing pink bead through its firm fleshy hood, circling the tips of her fingers around with a persistent motion while she clutched her breasts in her other hand. The pressure in her groin soon began to bubble as she inched closer and closer to a climax, sending her into an undulating frenzy of orgasmic convulsions. They rolled over her body in great uncontrollable waves as an explosion of tingly warmth erupted between her thighs. The walls of her pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing it from every angle and smothering it in a fresh coating of her sweet nectar as she came. Her juices seeped out and rolled down over the ball crusher, dripping from his swollen balls onto the carpet below. After some time, the violent thrusting motion of her hips softened to a gentle squirm. She remained on his lap while she caught her breath, twitching as the final sparks of her orgasm shot through her veins.
“Please!” she heard him begging behind her, “Please may I cum?”
She gave off a sinister murmur or laughter and lifted herself off from his lap, leaving his hard, wet cock hanging in the air just a few touches away from blowing his load. However, her cruelty was even more ruthless after her needs had been satisfied and instead she simply waited for his cock to soften to a frustrated heap. She knelt down and removed the ball crusher, allowing it to clatter onto the carpet beneath his newly freed ball sack. Then, she wandered back over to the cabinet and collected one final toy. It was a solid stainless steel cock cage known as the ‘Pac Man’ due to its distinctive split design at the tip. The sheath was plain and bent downwards away from the hinge like a plate of armour shielding his cock. It was connected by a hinge to a second ring that went beneath the wearer’s balls, allowing it to be worn comfortably for long periods to time. It also came with a padlock to ensure her slave’s absolute chastity while wearing it. She enclosed it around the limp shaft of his penis and then locked it with the key, which she added to an elegant gold chain. It was far from the only key in her possession and the chain jingled as she placed it in her top dresser drawer. She quickly dressed herself and then released the shackles binding him to the chair. Finally, she removed the gimp mask from around his head and waited for his eyes to adjust. He immediately peered down at the strange metal contraption that was hugging his crotch.
“What is it?” he asked, testing it with his fingers.
“The only sexual thoughts that will enter your mind will be in my presence and will exist purely to serve my needs.” she explained, “This is my little guarantee of your loyalty to me. I trust you understand the consequences if you fail my command.”
He understood completely and the prospect of achieving an erection whilst wearing the device terrified him.
“How long?” he pleaded, “Do I have to wear it for, I mean.”
“Until I require the use of your body again.” she replied with a devious smile.
“But…” he tried to bargain with her, but there was nothing he could say that would persuade her to show mercy.
“Now, gather your things and run along.” she explained, almost as if she was talking to a small child or even a pet, “You’ve got work to do.”
He collected his things and quickly got dressed before walking back out into the garden, shielding his sore chest with his arms until he was able to find his vest top. His balls still throbbed from the impact of the crop and the presence of the cock cage weighed permanently on his mind. He now understood precisely why his colleagues had been so reticent to engage with him when he’d arrived. Gemima had done the same to all of them and he could at least take some solace in the knowledge that each one of them was wearing a similar device around their manhoods. They were like chocolates in a box to her and Ethan had been a rare treat – a new addition to the collection. As he set to work digging over the rest of his patch, all he could think about was the hope that she might choose him again