“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“You agreed to be prisoner, didn’t you?” I nodded. “And judging by the look of things, you’re very much enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” I turned red and nodded again. “I promise you’ll enjoy being my prisoner this week. The only question is, are you going to be bad or good?”
“Good,” I answered after a moments hesitation.
“Are you going to do what I tell you to?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes…sir?” I ventured.
“Sir isn’t bad, I would prefer if you would call me Master.”
“Yes Master,” I said. The feeling I got when the words passed my lips was one of unbelievable arousal. I shifted in my bound position, longing to do something about my throbbing cock.
“You are horny, aren’t you?” Don asked. “Do you masturbate?” Red in the face, I nodded. “Talk to me,” he commanded.
“Yes master, I masturbate.”
“How many times a day?” he pulled up a lawnchair and sat in front of me, eyes leering at my naked body.
“Two to three Master,” I told him.
“Were you planning on doing it while here?”
“I…uh, I don’t know Master.”
“Tell the truth.”
“Yes, probably, yes Master.”
“You like pleasuring yourself, don’t you?” I nodded. “What about pleasuring others?”
“I never have, Master.”
“Would you like to be taught to?”
“Yes Master.”
“Would you like me to stroke you right now?”
The question caught me off guard at first, but rapidly brought my attention back to my raging hardon. “Yes Master, please.” I thrusted out my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t take the prize.
“What’s in it for me?”
“I don’t know Master,” I said truthfully, imagining, but not knowing what he would want.
“Awful selfish of you to want pleasure for yourself, and not think of what I want, isn’t it?”
I hung my head in shame. “Yes Master. How do I pleasure you Master?” I asked.
“Well, that’s something you’ve got to learn, isn’t it? I can spend this week training you if you like…”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes Master.”
“It will take some hard work on your part, and the whole week. Are you willing?”
“Yes Master.”
He stood up and let me free of the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, they had been a bit tight, and stood there not knowing what to do.
“You already learned your first lesson. You won’t be wearing any clothes this week.” He ran a hand lightly down my chest to my stomach, sending shudders through my body. “You have a very nice figure, and this way, I get to enjoy it whenever I want.”
He led me inside once more. “I’m going to change and wash up in the master bath. You should do the same in your bathroom. There are a few things for you that I put in there. With that he sauntered off to the bedroom. I headed off into mine, grabbing my cock as I did so. I started to stroke it, then remembered what he’d said a few moments earlier, and stopped.
On my bed there was a collar, leash and padlock. I slid the collar around my neck and grabbed the small padlock. The key wasn’t anywhere in sight. When I slid the lock in, I’d be stuck that way until someone decided to let me out. I slid it in and clicked it shut. I put the leash on, letting it hang down in front. I looked at myself in the mirror with the bondage equipment on me. I was both humiliated at my situation and aroused at my servitude. I showered quickly, then returned to the living room.
Don wasn’t out yet, so I sat down on the couch and waited. A few minutes later he entered, clad in athletic shorts and a T-shirt. He walked over to the couch and grabbed my leash, pulling me up.
“When I enter a room, you are to drop to your knees and await my instructions, is that clear?”
“Yes Master.” I dropped to the appropriate position.
He sat down and turned the TV on. “Come up here and sit on my lap.” I complied, leaning off to his left side against the side of the couch. He looped his feet around my ankles, and pulled my legs apart with his. He reached around and stroked my cock, eliciting a moan from my lips.
“I like that you didn’t immediately run off and jerk it once I left. That’s a good start.”
“Thank you Master,” I breathed, his hand doing an excellent job on my cock. To my disappointment, he gave a few more strokes and stopped.
“You have a very nice cock,” he told me, running a hand over it again. I shuddered.
“You too Master,” I could feel it growing steadily in his shorts, straining against my right ass cheek.
“Did you enjoy being cuffed to that post?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good, cuffs are nice, but I much prefer rope. And you better believe I can tie you snugly. Why don’t I show you.” He stood me up, and left the room for a moment. I stood there, cock still sticking up with my wrists together behind my back.
A few seconds later he returned and stood behind me. He pulled my wrists together snugly, causing me to have to take a half step backwards and began wending rope around them. A few short minutes later he stepped back. “There, try and get out.”
I squirmed, but only just barely, because I could barely move. “Are you comfortable like this?” he asked me.
“Yes Master.”
“It’s not too tight, is it?”
“No Master.”
“Good, you better get used to it. And this,” he tugged on my leash, “gives me full control now.” He tugged on it for emphasis, leading me around the couch a few times, before bringing me back in front of it. “You look pretty damn good tied like that,” he told me, grasping my cock again.”
“Were you excited about coming here?” he asked me.
“Yeah…yes Master.”
“What about now, still excited?” I nodded. “Even more?” I nodded again. “Why is that?” he asked me.
I thought about it for several seconds. Certainly my cock was excited, but my mind also raced with the possibilities. “I don’t know, the training thing I guess.”
“You didn’t refer to me as Master.”
“Sorry Master,” I said genuinely.
“It’s ok,” he told me. “Turn around and bend over.” I did so, making my upper body nearly parallel to the floor. Even though I knew what was coming, I still jumped when his hand firmly smacked my ass. The first two didn’t hurt, but by the time the fifth rolled around, I was mighty glad he’d stopped.
“I think it’s about time for dinner,” he said. I looked at the clock. Somehow the time had managed to creep towards six PM. Don untied me and sat me at his computer. “I’ll work on making the food, while you can learn a bit more about bondage.
I didn’t know where to begin at first, so I just searched for bondage. Dozens of images of nude and bound girls came up, which didn’t much apply to me. So I typed “men in bondage.” That worked a bit better as I thumbed through various images of males being tied up. I learned some of the basics, what hogties and strappado ties were, what kinds of gags there were and a little about types of equipment.
Eventually I found a gallery of a bound man, about 20. He was on his knees with his wrists cuffed behind him to a post not unlike the one in the yard. He was leaning forward, and taking the cock of another man in his mouth. Don came over right then.
“Find some good stuff?” he asked me.
I only managed a nod. He looked towards the screen. “Nice, is that something you want to do?”
“Yes Master.” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to pull them back. The truth was, I didn’t know, but the thought intrigued me. WE sat at his small table and ate dinner, baked chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. It was some of the best food I’ve ever eaten.