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My apartment building has a bulletin board where people post notices. I always glance at it as I head for the elevator. Today there was a new piece. I read it twice without Bdsm male slave stories what they wanted. I used my ID card to access the elevator and I entered the waiting car. I had to ride all the way to my floor before I could exit the lift and redirect it to the lobby.

Damned "Secure" building The was still there. I carefully removed the thumbtacks, not wanting to simply rip it free. I read it a dozen times. Could it be true? Could it be this easy to find a Mistress? My hands shook as I entered her in my phone. She answered on the first ring. No," Shit! Was she actually looking for Lemon Extract? What should A lady stood there, wearing a red trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat. My first thought was that I had found Carmen San Diego.

She tapped on the door again as the voice on my phone hardened. I flew to the door and threw it open. Was I allowed to call her that? I kept my eyes lowered as the elevator took us to my floor. She was pulling a small suitcase, red of course, and her heels were higher than anything I had ever seen in real life. I opened the door to my apartment, blessing my stern mother who had forced me to always keep everything clean and put away. On your knees! Thank you Mistress. She then added a collar, which was just short of being too tight. I fought to contain a moan of pleasure as she snapped the leash to my collar.

Your Mistress walks, worms crawl! What is the next room? Her laughter was not unexpected. My slabbed X-Men 1 alone was worth as much as a house. But I knew better than to contradict a Mistress. I kept silent as she derided my other passion. Oh a waterbed!

What fun! Where do you hide all your naughty toys? If you lie and tell me there are none I will leave. My head was painfully pulled up. You take off all your clothes, and I will see what I can find to play with. Oh I like this. I opened my mouth but the gag didn't move. I was going to have to gag myself. I leaned forward and closed my lips around the rubber gag. I sucked it in slowly as she teased me by puling it out and letting it slide in again.

Despite the humiliation, or maybe because of it, I felt myself harden. Next she removed her collar and quickly replaced it with my tallest posture collar. With my gag forcing me to keep my mouth open, the collar made it impossible for me to look down. Had I not been blindfolded, I would have been staring at the ceiling.

Wide leather cuffs were buckled on and locked into place. I hurriedly climbed into position, the waterbed rocking beneath me. Wordlessly she pulled my legs apart, added cuffs and tied them to the side and Bdsm male slave stories rings. I felt her pulling at the D rings on my collar. She must have threaded a rope through them and secured them to the upper O Bolts.

My hands were pulled to the upper corners and ropes secured them to the O bolts.

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Unlike all my other times, I knew I could not free myself. I was totally helpless. I don't think I had ever been this hard. I was sure I was dripping.

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You need training. I felt her fingernail tracing the curve of my erection. The tip of her nail poked at the opening of my penis. She was gone a while. I could hear her opening drawers and the occasional clash of plates. Finally I heard her heels click back to my bed. A soft bag landed on my cock. Before that shock had worn off I realized it was cold. DAMN cold. She must have found my chastity.

It didn't matter how cold that bag was, the thought of having my cock locked away made me even harder. I shrank. I could feel her adjusting my balls as she fitted the first ring to me. I had shaved this morning so it should be an easy fit. The small arc slid into place, completing the anchor ring. I appreciated that she took the time to make sure the plastic wasn't pinching me. Her continued fussing must mean she was sliding the anti-escape piece on. Even with my cock numbed, I could feel the cock sheath being pushed over me. She must have lubed it because I easily slipped into it.

All the while my prison steadily got smaller. I could feel her pressing and pulling at the chastity, "All dressed up and nowhere to grow. I was learning to crave the sound of her heels returning. My back arched as I tried to pull my arms and legs free of their restraints. My body seemed to be at war with itself. She kept Bdsm male slave stories on as I felt myself spiral into darkness with her laughter following my descent. I hurt. My throat was raw, I might have dislocated a shoulder and one ass cheek felt like it had been barbecued. Besides, it was getting dark and I I could see the ceiling.

My blindfold was gone. Somehow I knew my apartment was empty, but I still tried to call for my mistress. After a few minutes, I gave up. I was alone. Until I heard my apartment door squeak open. Had she returned or? Call out! I called as best I could. I heard someone enter my room.

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A woman's head entered my field of vision. I'm naked except for a chastity device locked on my cock, bound and gagged on my bed and a cute cop wants to know how I feel I'm fucking peachy. I grunted I was fine Bdsm male slave stories she began to untie me. I was kinda glad I was wearing the chastity, a cute cop, bondage Oh yeah, we weren't alone In a few minutes I shrugged into a robe. I still wore the cuffs and chastity, but she had removed the collar and gag. My heart sank as we walked to my comic room. Tell me she hadn't She had.

Every 'slabbed' comic I owned was gone. All my early FFs. My Batman 26, even my Logan's Run 6. They were gone, all gone. The male had a notebook out. The questions were brief and he obviously already knew the answers. Was I a willing bondage subject? Was it all my equipment that had been used? It turns out I was far from her first victim. She would choose an apartment building that did not have a guard, trap a sucker and rob him blind.

After stealing from a few of us, she would move on to her next city. Her large hat prevented the cameras from getting a usable image. And the best part, because I had welcomed her in, my insurance company might not cover my loss.

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