The Bound and Gagged Slave in a Box Pleasures His Mistress

How long he’d been there he had no idea. The leather bindings on his wrists and ankles were now biting painfully into his skin. The ball inside and gagged tightly to his mouth was making it difficult to both breathe and swallow and the cramped box he was in was becoming suffocating.

The blindfold she’s put on him had now worked loose and he blinked his eyes hoping to see something in his pitch black surroundings. But there was nothing but the smell of freshly sawn wood and muffled sounds coming from outside the fiendish contraption he was in.

His spatial awareness though diminished told him he was in a box roughly 4 feet by four feet – he was painfully doubled over and the muscles in his back screamed in agony. The pain was unbearable to the average person – but to him it was like the beginnings of a unbelievable orgasm – that moment when a man’s ball sack tightens – his loins quiver and the base of his cock twitches ready to release a fabulous fountain of white hot sticky cum. The pain was a delicious anticipation – a prelude to the tortuous pleasure yet to come.

He thought he heard footsteps and his pulse quickened – a shaft of light pierced the gloom and he made out the shape of a tiny leather gloved hand reach in and grab his flaccid cock. Despite himself he tried to jerk back banging his head on the hard wood. The throbbing only added to the intensity he was feeling.

He felt his cock being pulled away from between his thighs which due to his confines and bent over position was difficult and caused the hand to fumble until it could get a purchase. Once free his cock tried hard to shrink back inside his body but deft fingers held it fast and he heard a loud chuckle.

Her fingers clutched as his penis and squeezed gently at first and then with a hard twist she ripped it and his balls free. His saggy testicles popped out from between his damp thighs causing a dull aching pain surge across his stomach. He liked it and grunted with pleasure.

He could feel the cold hard steel as the impossibly small cock ring was slipped over his shaft. His penis taking on a life of its own now, tried desperately to avoid the metallic collar but these hands were experienced and it somehow like an uncooked sausage being forced into a keyhole allowed the ring to fit over his tip and was rolled along the length of his shaft.

The sliding door slammed shut and he was plunged back into darkness and the blood began rushing to his cock. As it reached the vice like cock ring the blood paused and slowly seeped along his shaft each tiny drop make him ache with agony and ecstasy as his penis slowly but surely began to swell.

His face inches away from his swollen not yet hard cock he could smell the first droplets of cum and his pulse raced faster causing the blood to rush like a torrent to his throbbing and hardening dick.

Suddenly the whole box was filled with light as the top was slid open. He could not move instead he saw just his penis – purple and bloated and throbbing with a pulse of it’s on. Around the base the cock ring was biting and he could barely see it as his skin folded over it.

He felt rough hands on his hair and he was yanked so as to be sitting up right. The pain in his body was intense as the blood rushed to tired tortured strained muscles and the heady rush made his ears ring and face burn with expectation.

Not a word was spoken and his eyes slowly growing accustomed to the bright almost clinical light he saw his vision – his mistress – the woman who owned his very soul.

She was tall some might say fat – but he said curvy – and wearing a black satin gown he could make out a leather thong beneath. Her huge pale breasts hung free and her huge nipples pressed hard against the fabric. Held together by a tiny clasp – they were urging themselves to break free and as she moved they jiggled beautifully.

Watching her he felt a surge of abject pleasure rip through his aching body and his cock throbbed mercilessly against the confines of the metal ring holding his manhood fast. He had felt pleasure like this just once before – the very first time she’d led him on the path to sexual awakening.

But this time as she introduced new and even more ways to drain his very being and intensify his feeling of subservience and pain – he felt a delicious agony he’d never known. Every nerve ending tingled – every part of his body screamed in an awesome anticipation.

She ignored him as she reached over and produced what looked like a toilet seat. Her huge cleavage just inches from his face she lowered the seat over his head and clicked it into place. He fought against it but was held fast and she smiled as his eyes wild with almost terror blinked at her as if in some kind of Morse code.

Had he been able to use the safe word he knew right then and there he probably would have screamed it for all his worth.  She’d taken him places he never dreamed possible – but this was different – this was frightening.

As he began to panic her brow furrowed slightly and just for a second he thought she was going to release him from his torturous prison. Instead she slowly undid the clasp of her robe and her magnificent creamy white tits sprang into view.

Despite his fear his cock took over and began to harden even more as squeezing her huge tits together she rubbed them in his face.

‘Lick them bitch’ she said as she undid the gag.

There was no time for him to grab but the merest breath as his face was buried deep inside her bosom. Her skin smelled of strawberries and the softness of her pillows both calmed and suffocated him. His ears began ringing as the last few ounces of oxygen in his body expelled and he knew he was about to black out.

She knew exactly how far to go and pushed his head away and chuckled as like a fish out of water he gulped in fresh air filling his lungs with the sweetness. He opened his mouth again to scream the safety word – their word. But looking at her dressed only in her leather thong he fought it back and instead blinked hard telling her he was ready letting her know he would do all she wished.

Slowly she walked towards the box and standing over it her legs astride he looked up to see he meaty pussy lips had pushed aside the flimsy thin as skin leather thong exposing her glistening cunt to his upturned face.

‘Pleasure me.’ She said.

His tongue flicked out and the first taste of her pussy juice was sheer bliss. He lapped eagerly and she mewed like a kitten.

‘Slowly’ she gasped.

Slowing he began tracing the outline of her firm wet lips until he reached her clit. Flicking his tongue gently over it he began drawing the figure of eight just had she had taught him.

He felt her dampness grow and he shuddered as she pressed her pussy harder against his mouth. She grabbed his ears and thrust herself harder and harder and began rhythmically face fucking him until he felt he could breathe no more.

Her climax came in a roar and she clawed at his head – hair and face as she screamed out loud.

He felt the gush of warm cunny juice spurt into his mouth and he licked his lips adoring the taste of her cum.

Satiated and without a word she unclipped the wooden collar holding him down and pushed it to one side.

‘I will need more later’ she said and closed the lid tight plunging him back into the inky darkness.

His throbbing balls full with cum reminded him he didn’t deserve that release – that orgasm. He was there for her pleasure not his and he waited for that glorious shaft of light.