Kay entered the softly lit room. Her eyes adjusted and found a figure standing opposite her. Her eyes adjusted more, and recognized the figure as Carl. Her eyes finally accustomed to the dim light, she  saw his predicament. He wore only a red ballgag, a black leather collar and matching ankle cuffs, which were attached to the ends of a stainless steel bar, holding his legs wide apart. His brown eyes bulged under his furrowed brow. A smile curled on Kay's face, she clasped her hands behind her back  and walked slowly across the room.

            She peered around Carl and saw that a leash tethered his collar to the wall and that G's favorite stainless steel Smith & Wesson handcuffs clasped his wrists. But his eyes weren't pleading for the release of his wrists, or his ankles, or even his mouth. Kay leaned her forearm on Carl's shoulder and gazed down at his caged cock. “Well, well. What have we here?” Carl let out a slight whimper. Kay kneeled down to get a closer look at his confinement. A thick leather strap wrapped around the base of his cock and under his balls, pulling them away from his body. Another leather strap wrapped only his balls separating them from his cock. Each strap was connected with a small but strong padlock to a series of steel rings that encircled his erect cock. The whole rig looked very constricting and painful. He could feel her breath. His cock throbbed, straining, reaching for her. Carl leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

            “Really pissed G off, didn’t you?” she teased him. “Hum Hem” Carl mumbled through the gag and nodded his head as far as the collar would allow.

            “Been there long?” she sing-songed as she continued to torment him. “Hm Hmm, Hm Hmm” he struggled behind the gag, his eyes imploring her to help him.

            “Heh. I’d love to help you; but first, there are no keys. And second, if I were to help you, I’d get strung up right next to you. No thank you.” A crop and a glass of champagne rested on the table, along with a piece of paper on which was written '2♡'.

            “Oh sugar, looks like you’re not done yet.”

            “Hummf Hummf!” Carl struggled in vain to move away. Kay held up the paper so Carl could see what he was in for.

            Kay looked at Carl’s ass and could see that G had already been there... and for a considerable amount of time. She recognized the distinctive marks of a single whip, a crop, a paddle and G's hand. Other marks blended indiscernible into the painful colors of his ass.

            Kay flexed the crop, feeling it, weighing it, and without further ado... CRACK! The suffering on Carl's ass renewed. Varying a single hit with the rapid papapap maximized the sting and didn’t allow Carl to anticipate the next fall. Every landing reignited the burn but within a short while the ordeal was done. Carl’s knees buckled, but the leash held him. Kay set the crop back on the table and sipped the champagne.

            “Well done sugar, but I think you took it too easy on him. He’s been a bad boy.” Kay gasped at the sound of G's voice. She turned toward the voice, and at the sight of G she could not recover her breath. G's leather corset outlined her fabulous curves. Her stilettos punctuated her Goddess stature. And the precious keys dangled around her neck, shining like crown jewels. Kay thumbed her mental thesaurus – beautiful... ravishing... intense... sexy... She finally exhaled, “Fire.” Kay was captivated. Carl had forgotten his predicament, and he too could not take his eyes off her. G never even looked at him. “Give him 10 more then come to me.” As always with G; it was not a request.

            Kay administered the punishment, dropped the crop, and oblivious to the quivering Carl she glided slowly toward G, allowing G to survey her firm young body. G's approval flickered in her eyes. She pulled Kay into her arms and kissed her deeply. G’s hands resumed the survey of Kay’s taught body, learning the contours of breasts, ass, hips, and thighs. Kay purred under G’s gentle and firm caress – a purring that pleaded for more, much more. She felt herself completely under G’s control, a passenger on the ride and without even a sound Kay fell under her spell.

            “Sugar, unlock my worthless slave's feet from the spreader, but do not take off the ankle cuffs. Take the leash and bring him into the bedroom. Hook his leash to the wall in there, and reconnect the spreader bar. You will find wrist restrains attached to the wall, connect him to those.” She took the handcuff key from her necklace. She glared at Carl “you will not resist my sweet lambkin in any way, clear?”

            “Lith ythhn Mmmm” came the response through the ballgag.

            Kay kissed G one more time and went over to do as she was told. She loved the feeling of dominating Carl. The control to restrain and unrestrain, the power to deliver pleasure and pain. She caressed Carl’s distended balls intending to comfort him but only causing his cock to swell into the bite of the steel rings. “Sorry, Carl” she giggled.

            Carl offered no resistance. He was completely docile. His hands remained cuffed behind him as Kay pulled him by the leash. His cock was locked securely in its cage. And G's admonition ensured his obedience. Nevertheless Kay felt powerful leading the helpless, naked man through the house. The power surged through her body, aroused her. She thought she was going to orgasm before they reached the bedroom. Kay quickly resecured Carl. His hands spread eagle strapped in leather cuffs and attached to the wall, his feet spread in the bar, his leash hooked to the wall.
           
            G had removed her corset and stilettos, and reclined naked on the bed. She motioned to Kay, who approached the bed. She slowly undressed Kay, as if carefully unwrapping the pretty paper from a gift. Once G had unwrapped her gift, though, she did not hesitate – she was ready to play. She reached her hand between Kay's thighs and felt the wetness that her brief control over Carl had inspired. Her fingers slipped inside, and she could feel Kay fall back into submission.

They soon fell to pleasuring each other, each enjoying the other’s body.  Fingers, mouths, vibrators, double dildos all were used to each other’s delight and soon after multiple orgasms, too many to count, they drifted off to a restful slumber. Carl was forced to watch the entire episode, not being able to participate in the least.

            With a Cheshire Cat grin, G woke and walked to Carl, cradled his face in her hands. “My bad boy. What am I going to do with you? I give you a simple task and you fail to perform it. You hurt me and let me down”. Carl was devastated. He tried his best to please G, but sometimes her demands were too great for him.

            “You will do better. I am going to take off the ballgag. Say nothing, but kiss me.” Taking a key from her necklace, she unlocked the ball gag and removed it from his mouth. He kissed her. She pressed her lips into his, causing Carl to lose his balance. The collar, the wrist restraints and G's kiss suspended him. “Well done my sweet slave” she whispered into his mouth as she continued to kiss him. She then released his arm and leg restraints from their moorings, leaving the leather cuffs locked in place. She disconnected his leash, again leaving the leather collar locked around his neck. She slid her little finger through the d-ring, and pulled Carl to the bed. The dangling rings on the cuffs jingled as he stumbled. G curled a wicked smile. She lay back on the bed and guided Carl's face to her pussy. He touched his lips to hers, breathed in her scent. She pulled him closer. His tongue parted her lips, and he tasted her sweetness. She raised her hips to him, and he sensed her urgency. He dutifully obliged - sucking, nibbling, devouring her – quickly bringing her orgasm.

            After G had exhaled the last breath of her orgasm, she removed a key from her neck and freed Carl’s cock and balls from the “Gates of Hell”, as he called it.  Such sweet relief brought tears to Carl’s eyes.  “Thank you, Ma’am”, he says as she gently slides the steel rings from his cock. The rings and leather have left ugly marks on his member after all the hours they were encased. His cock showed clearly the pain of his prolonged confinement.  G laid Carl onto his back, gently stroked and kissed his member. Carl has never felt such ecstasy and love.  G is his Goddess, and his love for her is overwhelming. He is nearing the point of orgasm very quickly.  G continues to softly caress him watching his eyes and knowing he is right there.

 Tears of relief became tears of anticipation, as Carl neared release, but G would not allow it. “Carl, please put this back on for me” she whispers holding the straps and rings.  At that moment, the leather and steel became so much more than a locking chastity device.  It was a symbol of Carl’s total submission.  His cock and balls aching….needing to orgasm…. to find release and G is requiring him to lock himself again?  His mind raced. 

Click.  G snapped one of the locks shut.  At that exact moment something broke in Carl.  He realized the beauty of complete surrender and of total submission.  G was his Goddess, his Mistress, and he had no other choice than to obey.  The love he felt swelled in his chest, and he knew.  He-was-hers-totally.  He knew he would never disobey her or miss a task, no matter what.

            Carl did not hesitate. His cock and balls ached for release, and he caged them. He wrapped the leather strap around his cock and balls slowly and deliberately tightening it an extra notch, then hooked the padlock to hold it in place. He wrapped the other strap around only his balls, and pulled it tight. He slid the rings over his cock. Click. Click. G locked the device. Carl sighed at the restraint, compelled again by G into the chastity device. His eyes closed, his mind seemed to drift away from his body. This Goddess commanded him, and the surrender felt beautiful. His mind returned, alert, united with his body in complete submission to G. Not to obey her was no longer conceivable to him.

            “Good boy. Thank you.” She guided his head to rest on her thigh. “You may sleep here, but do not touch my pussy.” Her sweet scent intoxicated him, her lips taunted him, but his mind was as beautifully restrained as his cock. And in spite of the torment, sleep overcame him.

            A sharp pain startled him in the morning, and he was dismayed to awake and find that G's thigh no longer supported his head. Her scent remained, though, and a low melodious hum of pleasure reverberated in the room. Kay's head rested between G's thighs, as each drank from the other's pussy. G paused long enough to instruct Carl. “We will need some juice and toast and coffee, and do not return until you are certain we have finished.” The command fell like music into his ears, while the steel rings bit into his straining cock, and he limped eagerly to the kitchen. The coffee was ground and while it steeped in a French press, the oranges were squeezed and the bread toasted. Assembled on a tray with some marmalade and a daisy standing in a bud vase it was carried to the door by Carl, who stood waiting for the decrescendo of the ladies' orgasms.

            G and Kay enjoyed their breakfast in bed, Carl seated on the floor. G presented keys to Kay. “Release Carl, but you may use only your mouth and teeth.” Kay took Carl's hand, as he reclined on the bed. She bit the key and struggled to fit into the lock, as Carl struggled to remain still. Her breath excited him, the thought of release excited him, and the more excited he became, the more pain he felt from the restricting steel rings. Click….a sigh of relief. The second lock was easier for Kay, and she was quick to remove the straps, because Carl lay perfectly still – and stiff. She looked at G, whose expression said, 'Continue.' Kay wrapped her teeth around the first ring and gently pulled it from Carl's cock. The grip on Kay's hand clenched, and tears dripped from Carl's tightly shut eyes. Kay pulled the second ring from his cock, then the third. When Kay pulled the last ring from Carl's cock, his grip on her hand relaxed; he was finally free of the device, but not of the soreness. Kay looked to G, who gave a smile and a nod. Kay took Carl's swollen cock into her mouth. G caressed Carl's cheek with the back of her fingers, then wrapped those fingers around his neck. Kay fervently sucked his cock. G squeezed his throat and said, “See what happens when you are a good boy?” Carl exploded into Kay's mouth.
He belonged to G.