The Gift

She stood in her bedroom, turning the key over and over in her hand. She uncurled her fingers and looked at it- it looked so innocent, such a plain, usual type of thing, a shiny silver key. But when she thought about the power she held in her hand, the power that that single key held, a sly mischievous grin involuntarily slid across her lips. Just then the phone ran. She placed the key in the secret little drawer in her nightstand before picking up the receiver. Of course, it was him. "Please mistress--" He begged, "It has been 2 weeks. I am on my knees, please can I come see you, pleasure you, just be in your presence and gaze upon you for a moment?" She considered him for a moment and agreed, "You may come visit me tonight at 9- not a second earlier or later!" And she hung up the phone. She opened the little secret drawer and pulled out the key again, the smile creeping across her luscious lips once more, remembering--

It had only been a few weeks ago when they had been in the little shop, having him fitted for his chastity belt. One single key for it, which he had placed in her hands that moment. And one single toy attachment, for her pleasure and her whims, still yet to be used. The feel of the cold metal key in her hands, the feel of the control it held and gave her over him--

She shook her head, coming back to the moment. She felt the hardness of her nipples, the moisture between her legs, just considering this powerful and sacred gift. The gift of oneself, the gift of one’s own freedom, a gift, marvelous and sensuous and precious, given to her.

The second her watch turned from 8:59 to 9:00, the doorbell rang. He had synchronized his time to her watch. She opened the door and he entered, immediately dropped to his knees and kissed the inside arch of both her feet, clad in tall black shiny latex boots, and he held up a bouquet of beautiful flowers. "He always comes bearing some sort of a gift" she thought, "some little token of how devoted he is to me, to show that he thinks of me constantly, that I control his thoughts as well-- hmmmm--. I must remember to reward him accordingly." She smiled down at him, "Good Slave boy," she said, "You will get to pleasure me tonight."

She led him back the hallway and she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Strip!" She commanded. Immediately he did so, placing his clothes neatly beside him as she’d instructed him to do. She loved the look of the black leather and glimmer of silver of his chastity belt. She smiled again, looking at her slave boy, now kneeling in front of her obediently, waiting further instruction, and she thought about the key in her secret drawer. "Only one Mistress, one owner, you gave yourself to me. You belong to me in a way that you will never belong to another" she mused to herself. She smiled again, the little half-grin that meant she had only naughty thoughts on her mind.

She gave him the command to remove her boots, which he did happily, slowly, obviously loving and savoring every moment. When he had set them to the side, he looked up at her and held his hands behind his back, just above his ankles. She shackled his ankles and his wrists in place, with a connecting chain, keeping him rather immobile in a kneeling position. That’s the way she liked him best. She ran a long fingernail up his back after checking the security of the chains. The nail grazed along the top of his shoulder, up his neck, and then down his chest to his nipple. There her finger hovered, and she watching his body shiver with anticipation. She pinched his nipple hard in her nails, and watched him writhe. It was delightful!

She slid the shiny black latex dress up to her hips, and slid on the bed in front of him, knees spread slightly, her delicious, sumptuous pussy just inches from his face-- "Please mistress, PLEASE let me get you off, let me lick your juices, let me taste your nectar--. PLEASE!" he begged in front of her. She smiled and nodded. Sometimes she liked to blindfold him, sometimes a gag, sometimes a full hood while she did as she wished, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted him to see, she wanted him to taste, she wanted him to hear-- everything. He had been a good servant and deserved a little bit of a reward, and she would reward him tonight by letting him have his senses. She laughed at the thought- LETTING him have his senses--

He leaned into her legs, balancing himself beautifully. He licked the gentle arch of her foot, licking to each toe and then sucking it with vigor. His tongue roamed up her right calf to her knee, and then to the other leg, up, up his tongue slid, to the creaminess of her thighs. She leaned back, enjoying the fruits of all her training- she had taught him to do everything as she liked it best. His tongue finally found the moist mound between her legs, and her heart began to race. Her breath quickened and she let out a small moan of pleasure. His tongue licked circles around the small bud, flicking at it, and then it delve right into her, with the force and pressure that made her cum instantly. He lapped up every drop, loving her taste. After she had cum several times more, she gave him the command to cease, and he pulled back immediately, but looked at her longingly, pleading with his eyes to continue, although he knew better than to ever voice such a wish.

Silently she stood, and walked around to the back of him. She unshackled him, both hands and feet. "Arise and lie on the bed," she commanded. He did as he was told, and she shackled him into a spread eagle position, by his hands, his feet, his arms and his thighs. For this, she gagged him, a soft ball gag, nothing elaborate. She reached into the larger drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a small vibrator and the attachment to his belt. After some lubrication, she eased the small vibrator into him. He moaned with pleasure instantly. "Silence!" she yelled, and gave him a swift whap with her riding crop. He stopped moving and closed his eyes. She attached her toy and climbed on top of him, first sitting on his chest, looking at him, watching his eyes lowered in obedience at her stare. In a minute, she tired of this and moved back down to the belt. "What a beautiful thing this is" she said fingering it "does your wife like it?" He shook his head violently in response. "Does she want to take it off of you?" she asked again. He nodded just as vigorously. "Shame, isn’t it, there being only the ONE key?" she sneered. To her surprise, he shook his head no. "No?" She asked, shocked. Again he shook his head no. Her curiosity got the better of her, so she loosened the gag so he could speak. "Explain yourself boy!" she demanded. "You don’t want your wife to be able to remove the belt?" "No Mistress!" He replied at once, "I belong to you and only to you. She could never own me like you do and she does not deserve to have control the way you do. She does not deserve the key!" He gushed. She tightened the gag again, quite pleased with his response.

She slid down on the little toy, her sopping wet pussy covering the huge plastic cock. She road him till she came, and came again, his hips rising to meet hers at every motion. Arching especially high when she was at her climax. And she felt his eyes watching her cum. She loved that he could see her cum and be totally unable to himself, and it enhanced her own orgasms immensely.

Eventually, she got tired, and slid off of the always-erect plastic cock. She got up, leaving her slave still tied to the bed, helpless. She wrapped herself in her robe and wandered out to get a drink and relax. After a while, she wandered back into the bedroom, where her slave was still tied, the phallus standing awkwardly dead center of the bed. She unshackled him from his post. "Bath me," she commanded. Immediately, cock wavering in front of him, he went to draw her bath. The smell of her favorite perfumed bubble bath wafted on the air. He appeared in the doorway, and bowed, "Your bath is ready, Mistress." he said demurely. She laughed at him. "Take that stupid cock off at once and come bath me!" She laughed. She strolled into the bathroom, and before she could take her bathrobe off, she felt his hands on her shoulders, lightly removing it for her. She stepped into the bath and he immediately began her hair, massaging her scalp with the shampoo, lovingly scrubbing her body with the big soft sponge. She lay back in the tub, closed her eyes, thinking how well trained her little slave was. He was fast to do as she said and eager to please. She ran through so many of their little encounters in her head. He was indeed well trained, too bad he couldn’t be a permanent fixture, it could be so much fun-- She opened her eyes and looked him over. He was knelt by the side of the tub obediently. The belt was so beautiful on him, the way the little lock dangled in front of the shiny leather, the glimmer of chain against his skin. It was almost a work of art. "I am ready to get out now." She declared. He rose, holding the big fluffy towel for her. She stepped into it, and he lifted her in the towel and carried her to the bed, which had already been made. "How did he do that?" she wondered, "must have slipped out while I was relaxing. My eyes were closed, I’d have never noticed I guess--" He laid her on top of the bed and she spread herself out. "The usual oil and massage." She instructed. "Yes, Mistress" he replied meekly, and she felt his warm hands smoothing the oil deep into her muscles, tense from so many orgasms. When she had fallen asleep, as instructed, he slipped out the door to go home.

The next day, he called, hesitant on the phone, "M-- M-- Mistress, with all due respect, I need to ask to be released from my belt. Just for one day, please! A couple of hours maybe-- My wife is very angry with me for not being able to get out of it, and we so want to have children, and--" "No." she said plainly, stopping him short. "You will need to come up with something to tell her. I release you when I decide to, IF I decide to. That is my power, the power, may I remind you, that YOU begged me to take. I will not release you for her or anyone else, except myself, for my own pleasures. She doesn’t deserve that power, remember? Releasing you when she wants you would take the power from me and give it to her. Something I am not in the least bit interested in doing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." She hung up the phone and leaned back against the wall, and sighed. She spoke out loud to herself, "I know, one day I will have to give him the key back." She removed it from her little hiding place and turned it over and over in her hand. "One day," she smiled, "but not today. It is a precious gift indeed, and I am not ready to return it quite yet." She slipped the key back in its place and smiled again. He would be calling again soon, she thought begging to pleasure her once more, and he would forget all about asking for the key back. Eventually, not for a day, not for an hour, not even for a second would he want to be released from her control.

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