Punctual as always, I knocked on her door.  It swung open slowly from my knocking, revealing my mistress lounging on her white leather couch.  Watching me as a cheetah observes its prey, she says, "Welcome pet," with a sweet smile.  And then just a mecurial, she turns stern, instructing me to, "Come in, shut the door, and strip."

As I quickly comply, setting my clothes in a small stack, she approaches with a collar in hand, as if I needed to be reminded of her dominance.  Her outfit alone made that statement clear.  A form-fitting, sleeveless, high collared, black latex body suit with the sides cut high, forming that great 'V', giving added length to her long legs.  Her thigh-high, stiletto boots further increased her stature.
Locking on the collar she has me turn away and clasp my hands together behind my back.  I feel the kidskin leather slide up my arms until my hands are encased and strapped tightly in place.  She straps me in over the shoulders and tightens up the armbinder.  And finally, she attaches a pair of ankle cuffs.  My base instincts respond to the attention in the warm room.

I half expect to be hooded soon, but instead, she produces a big O-ring gag.  I open wide for her to fit me.  "Tonight, my pet, I want to hear your anticipation, excitement, lust, and pain, make me believe."  Hooking her index finger through one of the collar's many D-rings, she gives a slight pull and commands, "Follow."

Mistress leads me down the hall and opens the door to a dimly lit 'room,' which couldn't be much larger than a telephone booth.  In the brief look before I am turned around, I can make out a small curb across the back wall and a small six-inch tall box-like thing in the middle with two dark patches - holes.  Mistress has me kneel with my bottom resting half on my legs and half on that box.  Leaning over me she, one side then the other, clips the D-rings from my ankle cuffs to the floor.  And then, as if oblivious that she has pressed her groin against my face, she reaches over me to clip the end of the armbinder against something on the back wall, pulling my whole body down, firmly on the block.  To top things off, she clips the collar against the back wall, forcing me into a leaning back position.

Squatting down in front of me, she smiles, saying, "That's a good boy."  Lightly running her hand over my chest, pausing as the mood takes her to tweak my nipples.  Although usually stoic, I purr out a low-toned "unhhh".  "That's right baby, let me hear you."
Standing, she waggles her lovely booted foot, nudging first one knee and then the other causing me to spread them, leaving my package laying, malleable, on the box.  Squatting down again, she unlatches part of the box top, allowing my package to drop into the space below.  More gently, and moving my flesh as necessary, she replaces the lid.  Our faces are but inches apart as she stares into my eyes and raises one hand against the wall.

A sound.  A zephyr against my privates.  She watches me intently.  A moist poke against my bottom.  OMG.  Another "unhhh" from me, this time it was no purr.  Still I try to hold her gaze.  Invasion.  I wiggle and try to relax against the inevitable.  When fully penetrated, I sigh out one more low-toned "unhhh."

In response, she gives me her best Grinch grin and must have pressed something else up on the wall because the inserted dildo begins to inflate.  Like listening to the increasing pitch as water fills a glass to the brim, I start with my low-toned moan only to unintentionally have it rise, much to her satisfaction.

As if the locked down armbinder and collar were not enough, the inflatable left me firmly locked in place.  "Oh, my poor baby."  The grin widens into a big smile as she presses some other diabolical switch.  I feel my scrotum is no longer dangling but is given support.  Slowly, the support increases, until the point where I feel them pressing against the top of the box.  One thought runs through my head, "This is not going to be good."  Again with the unintentional pitch increase, although for some reason, this time I let out more of an "ahhh, ahhh, ahhh."

She straddles me, pulling her lithe form forward.  I get one last whiff of her scent as he groin area covers my face.  She pets my hair and I relax into her, knowing the hard part is behind us and I have passed her demands.  She grants me air and again pulls tight against me.  When she determines I have settled from my little ordeal, she pulls away.

"Be good," she sweetly chides, closing the door, shutting out all light.