A New Calling Ch. 01

Chapter One - The Shed

The shed was old. It had been there since we moved in nearly a year ago, and even back then it had been dusty and full of cobwebs.

We'd put some of our garden tools in there, but never cleaned it out.

And that's why I was even more taken aback that she was taking me in there when I'd only just stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and wearing nothing but a towel round my waist.

"What's going on Katy?" I'd asked, not for the first time as she'd led me by the hand down the stairs and into the garden, out into the glorious spring sunshine.

She didn't answer me, but instead, grinning wickedly, she'd closed the door behind us and pressed herself against me in her tight jeans and white vest top, and kissed me.

She must have felt my cock start to harden against her leg as I realised this was one of her little games she liked to play, and I enjoyed the very sexual way she was kissing me, and her gorgeous body up against me.

I ran my hands up her back, but she roughly knocked them away.

"You don't get to touch me," she said, still grinning, and continued kissing me - greedily, passionately - as her hands found my bum and groped it shamelessly through the towel.

Then she pulled away, her teeth still closed on my bottom lip for a moment, making me flinch.

I looked at her, feeling excited, nervous, and confused.

She was so beautiful with her blonde highlighted hair, green eyes, and full lips. And I loved how alive she looked in all her playful cruelty, taking me here into this dirty dusty shed, still wet from the shower.

I thought to myself "she's going to take me into her mouth", but even as I considered that exciting possibility, I doubted it was true. Why would she bring me in here? She wouldn't want to kneel on this grubby wooden floor in her nice jeans. Especially as I knew that her friends were due to be coming round soon for some lunch.

She was looking at me with her head tilted to one side, enjoying my half-nakedness. Enjoying my trepidation.

And then she squatted down and rummaged in an old gardening trug on the floor which contained various gloves, trowels and other tools. It had sat in that exact position gathering dust since last summer. She withdrew a rope which would have been white once, but was now dusty and slightly frayed.

My stomach flipped as she flexed the rope in her hands, and told me to hold out my wrists.

"Oh," I breathed, seriously turned on, but still very unsure where this was going.

I held out my wrists, and she turned my hands so that my palms were facing each other, wrapped the rope round my wrists three or four times, and tied it off with a couple of knots.

Then she slid past me in the confined space, her body brushing against mine, and, holding the rope, she led me to the back wall of the shed. This meant I had to step gingerly in my bare feet, because the planks were splintery, and there were old rusty nails and things.

Although the interior of the shed was dingey, there was a large grimy window which, despite numerous cobwebs, was letting in some of the sunlight from outside, and where she wanted me to stand was partially in that patch of light, affording me some warmth which I was grateful for given that I was wet and naked except for my towel.

Where she wanted me to stand was next to various rusty gardening tools hanging from hooks on the wall. A garden fork, a rake, a hoe, and a couple of spades.

There was an old garden chair folded up and propped against the wall, and she picked it up, dusted off a cobweb with disdain, and then unfolded it and stepped carefully up onto it, pulling the rope so that I was obliged to lift my hands up above my head.

Her breasts were at eye-level for me now, and I began to kiss her there as she leaned forward, but stopped quickly when she yanked hard on the rope.

"No touching I told you," she said sternly. "For that, I'm going to tie your arms higher!"

She yanked my wrists up a little further, and as I looked up and watched her, she tied the rope around a metal bracket protruding from the frame high up. It looked like it had been put there to hang something off like a bike or a lawnmower. But it was perfect for her purposes, which seemed to be to put me at her mercy and have some fun with me.

My heart was beating hard, and my cock was getting harder in anticipation of whatever she was going to do.

"There," she smiled, stepping down and dusting her hands. Her body was so sexy. I hoped that whatever she had planned for me involved taking her clothes off

I pulled against my restraints, and found that I was indeed securely tied. There was literally no way for me to escape even if I'd wanted to, and my stomach flipped at the realisation that I was genuinely helpless to prevent her doing whatever she wanted.

She folded up the chair and propped it back against the wall, next to all the junk we kept in there: Our dirty old strimmer, deckchairs that we hadn't used for several months, and my workbench and circular steel saw with its brutal teeth glinting.

"Mmmmm," she smiled, running her fingertips down my torso, until she reached the towel. "Now, what shall I do with you slaveboy?"

I said nothing, but my breathing deepened, and my whole body tingled at her touch.

She came up close to me, her mouth millimetres from mine. But when I went to kiss her, she withdrew.

"Uh uh uh," she reprimanded me.

And then she moved closer again, and kissed my lips in the softest way possible - so softly that her mouth barely touched mine at all, though I could feel her breath. I realised that my own breathing was a little shaky. I was so incredibly turned on now.

I wondered fleetingly what time her friends were due. I'd thought it was at 12, which had to be very soon. The lunch we'd prepared was already laid out in the kitchen.

But perhaps they were coming at 12:30, because she didn't seem to be in any hurry at all.

She was kissing my neck now, slowly, softly, and it was giving me goosebumps through my whole body as I sighed in pleasure.

She kissed my shoulders, and then my chest, in the same way - long lingering kisses with those sexy lips of hers on my skin. I was beginning to dry off a little from my shower - she'd given me no opportunity to towel off before - just told me to wrap the towel round my waist and come with her.

She bent over, planting soft wet kisses down my tummy, and hooked her fingers into the towel.

Suddenly, she yanked the towel away roughly, making me gasp.

She looked down at my cock, which, suddenly freed, had now sprung up and was stretching to its full size.

"Mmmm you're nice and big," she told me.

The air was cool on my freshly exposed lower half. My pubic hair, although trimmed short, actually had water in it, and my thighs were damp and suddenly chilly too.

But my cock was super hard, and not chilly at all. It was craving her touch.

She twirled the towel in mid air so that it twisted neatly, and then whipped me with it, the backlash of it striking my thigh and making me yelp. It was unbelievably painful.

She giggled and did it again, and I flinched, trying in vain to protect my most sensitive parts without the use of my arms. She missed me that time, but that didn't stop her doing it twice more, getting my hip, and then one of my balls. At this, I cried out loudly - god it stung so badly.

She was grinning ear to ear. "Oh dear," she cooed in mock sympathy. "That must have hurt!"

She tossed the towel onto the dirty floor, and looked up at my face.

"Would you like me to touch your cock?" she asked innocently.

"Oh god yes please," I breathed, and my erection throbbed at the thought.

Without looking at what she was doing, she idly ran her fingernails over my balls, looking at me thoughtfully. My left ball was throbbing from where the tip of the towel had struck it.

"This makes quite a good sex dungeon for you don't you think?" she commented.

I said nothing, but I could see what she meant - it certainly wasn't a comfortable place to be when you were naked, with the various rusty metal implements, and cobwebs, and the splintery floor. I tugged at the rope, longing to be able to touch her.

Her fingernails were lightly rubbing at the base of my cock now - while my actual cock remained untouched.

"I could just keep you out here," she went on, mischievously. "And come out and play with you when I felt like it."

"I think I might get a bit cold," I said.

"That really wouldn't be my problem, now would it?"

Now she was running her fingernails up the underside of me, and I let out a long groan at how good it felt.

But after doing it just once, she moved her hand to my stomach, tracing the lines of my muscles.

My cock twitched and bounced, longing for more.

"And when I wanted to use your cock," she said, "I would bring you into the house and fuck you for a while. Then you could get cleaned up, and I'd take you back out to your dungeon and tie you up again."

The things she was saying were just her having a bit of fun of course. But when you're actually naked, and actually tied up in a little wooden shed, those things start to have a bigger impact on you, because you can almost imagine her doing them in real life.

"There's plenty of things to punish you with out here as well," she commented, looking around at the various tools and garden implements.

She moved up close to me again, her lips brushing mine, softly exploring my bottom with her hand.

I love having my bottom touched - it does things to me I don't really understand.

My cock throbbed, and the tip of it touched her tummy briefly - but she immediately moved away a fraction so that it wouldn't happen again.

"If I was to touch your cock, how would you repay me?" she asked mischievously.

"Oh Katy," I breathed. "Whatever you want. Please touch me."

"Whatever I want?" she repeated, her eyebrows raised. "Are you sure about that?"

She bent over until her partly open mouth was right in front of my bell end - just a few millimetres out of reach.

"Oh god...." I groaned. "Oh god please Katy."

"I'm going to ask your cock," she said, and I could feel her breath on me. "Tell me, lovely big hard cock, how would you like to be wanked right to the edge of an orgasm and then ignored?"

I groaned at this thought, and my cock throbbed and twitched in arousal.

She giggled, looking up at me.

"Well, your cock says that it likes that idea," she smiled. Then, looking back at my cock, she said: "And tell me, delicious looking throbbing cock, would you like it if you gave me lots of orgasms this weekend without ever getting any release yourself?"

My erection swelled up even harder - achingly hard - and it jerked and bounced involuntarily, longing to touch the beautiful lips that were so so close to it.

She giggled again. "Oh this is fun. Your cock always tells the truth, even when you don't want to. You're turned on by that idea aren't you," she teased.

Then she licked the underside of me - just one quick flick of her tongue, but the effect on me was tremendous.

A few more times she did this, delighted at the reaction, tickling my balls with her fingernails again.

Finally she stood up and took her phone out of the tight back pocket of her jeans.

"Oh," she said, her face a picture of pretend dismay. "What a shame. My friends are going to arrive in just a couple of minutes. And you're so worked up, my poor slave boy."

She put out her bottom lip and looked at me with her big eyes feigning sadness. I was breathing hard, so incredibly turned on, but unable to do anything about it.

"I tell you what," she said suddenly, her expression brightening. "Here's the deal. I'll wank this lovely big cock of yours, and see if you can come before my friends ring the doorbell."

"Oh fuck," I murmured. "Oh god Katy."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes. Please. Oh god yes please."

Grinning, she jabbed at her phone and opened up the app for our video doorbell, putting it down on top of my towel. Then she ran her hand down my cheek, and roughly dragged her fingers across my mouth, folding down my lower lip as she moved her fingers down and off my chin, down my torso, slowly, and then finally, blissfully, she wrapped them around my cock.

I grunted in satisfaction. I loved to be in her hand, and I was a very lucky boy because Katy loved to have me there.

She knew exactly how to wank me. The way she held me was perfect, her fingers encircling the ridge of me, stroking my frenulum with every stroke, gently squeezing my shaft so that my bell end swelled up super big. It felt so amazing.

I gripped onto the rope to ease the tension on my wrists as my legs went a little weak, and I found myself groaning and moaning plaintively. I could tell that it wouldn't take long for her to make me come - the tingling sensation of an orgasm was already starting to build. She started to wank me faster.

Suddenly she stopped.

"Oh, the screen's gone off," she said, bending over to turn the phone back on. "I want to be able to see when they're coming up the path."

My cock was throbbing so hard, yearning for her hand.

Then, her eyes twinkling with mischief, she stood up again and simply resumed where she'd left off, at the same speed. The break had set me back a little, but it wasn't long before I felt the stirrings of an orgasm once again, spreading from my loins through my whole body.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh," I groaned, with growing urgency. "Ohhhh fuuuuuuck yes yes yes," I panted, my stomach muscles tensed rock hard, and my thighs beginning to tremble.

"Oh you're close," she breathed, and with my eyes closed tight, I could only imagine her big eyes looking at me in wonder. "Oh you're so so big," she added. "And getting even bigger."

And then she took her hand away again.

"Oh, how annoying that my phone keeps turning off," she tutted, bending down to tend to it.

I was panting hard, my thighs still trembling, left in agonising suspense.

"Sorry about that," she giggled - clearly not sorry at all, as she stood up grabbed my cock roughly and resumed wanking me. She was more careless now though - not holding me how I liked, and gripping me slightly harder than was comfortable.

But I was so close it didn't matter. My orgasm, knocked back for a few moments, came on strong now. It was growing urgently and inexorably.

I cried out as the glorious sensations swept through me and my balls started pumping.

And then she yanked her hand away roughly.

"Oh dear," she said. "They're here look!"

"NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!" I begged. "OH FUCK NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH FUCK!!!!"

I teetered on the edge of my climax - and for a brief moment I thought it would happen anyway. My balls were still pumping but the orgasm was slipping away as I thrusted helplessly into thin air, writhing against the rope that bound me.

I barely registered the sound of the doorbell actually being pressed. I glanced down at the little display of her friend Gillian stood there on our doorstep, wearing a green dress and bathed in sunlight - oblivious to the very different events happening here in the shed out the back.

"Poor boy," Katy was saying, unable to help herself grinning widely. "And you were so so close weren't you!"

I was utterly unable to speak now, just making a sort of keening sound. I looked down at my cock desperately, and saw that it was unbelievably hard, throbbing uselessly.

Her hand was very close to it, and my body was bucking and pushing to get close to it, but she simply giggled as she watched my cock straining for stimulation.

"I think it would probably only take a few seconds of touching you to make you come," she said, "But I'm afraid I have to go and let my friends in. I'll pop back and see you after lunch!"

And with a bright smile, she picked up her phone and my towel, and strolled out of the shed. There was a brief glimpse of the sunlit lawn through the open door, and she turned to wink at me just before she went out. The door closed, and I heard the key turn in the lock and her footsteps retreat.

"Oh fuuuuuck!!!" I exclaimed in a shuddering exhalation of breath as I was left alone. This was pure torture. Every fibre of my body craved the orgasm I'd been denied - I was literally desperate to be touched.

And what made it even worse was that I was insanely aroused that she was doing this to me. The cruelty of it turned me on in ways I couldn't fathom, and it all added up to my cock being bigger and throbbing harder than I'd ever known in my entire life.

I had no idea when she'd return. It could be hours, I realised with a feeling of cold dread. The reality of my situation hit me: Here I was, completely naked in this dusty old shed, surrounded by unforgiving garden tools, tied with my hands above my head, having been brought to the very edge of an orgasm and then denied it.

I could already feel my hands getting quite cold lifted up so high above me, and my shoulders ached. But the thing that consumed my thoughts the most was her hand wrapped around my cock. Her mouth, so tantalisingly close. The soft lingering kisses she'd planted on my body before she'd begun to really fuck with me. Her delight as she yanked her hand away at the critical moment - the worst possible moment.

"Fuck!!!" I exclaimed again, instinctively thrusting my cock forward as if I could somehow gain some stimulation from the particles of dust illuminated in the sunlight through the window.

I heard the distant chatter of Katy greeting Gillian at the front door, and over the next few minutes I heard her other three friends arrive: Laura, Sally and Tanya. The five of them would now be chatting away, having a giggle, cracking open the prosecco, and tucking into the nice lunch which Katy and I had prepared. Salad, home made bread, charcuterie, poached salmon, potato salad. Although I didn't feel hungry, the fact that I hadn't been allowed to eat with them added to the cruelty of it.

God I was so aroused. And so frustrated and agitated and uncomfortable. I badly needed to have my hands untied, and to be able to bring myself to the climax I needed.

Then I realised that by turning round to face the wall of the shed, I could rub my cock against it. It's embarrassing to admit it, but it did give me some much yearned for stimulation. The splintery wood was uncomfortable though, and I knew I'd just make myself sore if I continued - but it was incredibly hard to pull away, my need was so powerful.

When I finally managed to stop myself grinding my erection against the rough wood, I let out an anguished cry, jumping up and down on the spot, tugging at the rope, and wailing quietly at my unfulfilled sexual desire.

"Fuck!!!" I said yet again. "Fuck fuck fuck!!!"

And yet, no matter what I did, there was literally no way I could make myself come, and no way for me to escape.

--

Katy and I had started going out a year and a half earlier, both of us starting work at the same luxury hotel chain, as part of their graduate programme. We hit it off in their induction week which took place at one of their amazing hotel spas in the Cotswolds. I'd clocked her the moment she walked in, looking totally gorgeous in her tight short skirt with bare legs, white shirt with the top 4 buttons undone, and smart little fitted jacket.

I'd immediately sought her out at every opportunity, and we'd hit it off.

As we learned about every aspect of hospitality from the hotel business (which I was most interested in) through to the many and varied spa treatments they offered (which was what Katy wanted to do), we made sure we got grouped together, and spent the entire time chatting and flirting.

On Day 3 we'd wound up in bed together after a boozy night with the other grads, and it was hands down the best sex I'd ever had. Her dominant tendencies had been obvious even then - she'd asserted her authority straight away in the bedroom, and I'd happily complied.

As our relationship bloomed, sex usually involved me being fully naked before I'd been allowed to remove even a single piece of her clothing - and foreplay involved a lot of pleasure for her, and not much for me. A sex session would typically involve four to five orgasms for her, and zero to one for me.

And I loved it. I loved everything about it. Even though I'm a confident and highly competent person, and I'm already a duty manager giving direction and guidance to a whole team of staff, when it comes to Katy I find myself obeying her every command. She fulfils some deep submissive needs that I'd left unexplored, even though, if I'm honest, I'd always known in my heart that they were there.

We'd only been together for a few months when her dominance stopped being confined to the bedroom.

I remember, we were on the bus, travelling to Kew Gardens for the day. The weather was glorious. I was in shorts and a T-shirt and Katy was wearing an impossibly short summer dress which I was finding very distracting indeed - along with every other man in her vicinity as we'd walked to the bus stop.

We were on the top deck, at the back, and although the bus was hot, the breeze from the open windows was keeping us nicely cooled.

I was in a horny state because we'd had beautiful sex that morning - just an hour or so ago - but she hadn't let me come. Plus, I knew that Katy was wearing a very small pair of knickers under that dress, and no bra.

She must have read my mind, because she spoke in my ear in her sexy voice and said: "Are you still a bit hard?"

Just that question made me quite a bit harder.

"Yes," I admitted, turning to face her. We grinned at each other, and she kissed my mouth in the most delicious way.

"Good," she replied.

And then, as we both faced forward again, still smiling, she forced her hand down the front of my shorts. I blinked in surprise, and then gasped as she grabbed the base of my cock and my balls and squeezed hard.

My smile had disappeared, replaced no doubt with a look of shock as she continued to hold me firmly, every bump of the bus adding extra discomfort.

I wasn't wearing any boxer shorts - it was too hot a day for it I thought. So she'd taken advantage of that fact, and I simultaneously loved it and hated it. One of her fingers was pressing into my balls in a slightly painful way - but it was clear that she didn't give a fuck.

She turned and looked casually out the window, as she gave the occasional yank, or squeeze, roughly playing with me almost as if I was some kind of stress-relief toy.

My cock was now super hard, forced down the leg of my shorts, pressed flat against my thigh. I looked down and saw that it was obvious through the material - the ridge of my bell end very clearly defined.

I lay my hand on her bare thigh and began to caress her there. My plan was to gradually move my hand up between her legs and finger her there - but she slapped my hand away and gave me a look of pretend admonishment.

"Not in public!" she scolded, as if it was an outrageous thing to do to be touching her thigh, when she herself was holding my genitals in her hand.

I noted from the screen that we had 9 stops to go, and more and more people seemed to be getting on the bus now. Some of them came and sat near us - a middle aged woman sat in front of us. And then soon after, a guy in running gear with earphones in came towards us up the aisle looking at his phone, and plonked himself down on the back seat as well - just a couple of feet across from me.

Katy didn't relinquish her grip, and in fact began to toy with me even more, groping and exploring and squeezing, while I winced and gasped and tried not to squirm in my seat too much.

With 5 stops to go, she leaned in close to me and put her head on my shoulder, as relaxed as could be. But now her other hand was on my thigh, tracing the shape of my quads, her fingers sliding up inside the leg of my shorts until, dear god, she was fingering my bell end.

In the very limited space, she was rubbing either side of my bell end with finger and thumb - the most insubstantial wank ever - but it was driving me wild.

With 3 stops to go, with her fingertip she was softly circling the very tip of my cock, playing with my pre-come. God it was so hard not to groan in pleasure, even despite her other hand squeezing my balls so uncomfortably.

And then finally, with 1 stop to go, she withdrew both hands and casually patted my rock hard cock bulging under the cotton.

"Okay," she announced brightly. "This is us!"

And so I then had to get up and make my way down the bus with my erection painfully confined and obvious to anyone who might happen to look, and then out onto the pavement surrounded by tourists and passers by, and follow her in the direction of Kew, walking with a slight limp and wincing at every step.

The only saving grace was that most people's attention was on Katy's beautiful figure and long bare legs in her little dress - although that view only made things worse for the level of discomfort I was in.

By the time we'd queued and got tickets and so on, things were a little less uncomfortable down there. I've since learned that distraction is a blessing in these situations.

And so we spent the next couple of hours pottering around the different parts of the gardens she fancied seeing. It's a huge place, and as such I was carrying a rucksack containing a packed lunch because we knew we'd be able to find a quiet spot to enjoy it - and we did; at a far flung corner of the gardens, a little tucked away place in a woodland clearing with dappled shade, about a five minute walk from the nearest path.

I laid out the blanket and got out all the stuff and we sat and ate and chatted, and even though I could see up her dress to her tiny knickers, my horniness levels were manageable because we were just talking about normal stuff and having a bit of a laugh about some of the people we'd encountered in the glass houses.

But after we'd eaten, it was a different matter. We ended up kissing - gently at first, and then with passion. She peeled off my T-shirt, and it felt good to have the sun on my bare skin. I was confident that no one would come across us - we were so off the beaten track, and we hadn't seen anyone at all at this remote corner of Kew.

And then she had her hands all over me, and she was undoing my shorts, and before I knew it, I was completely naked lying on my side next to her, our tongues in each other's mouths.

I slid my hands up her dress and caressed and groped every part of her amazing body, but any attempt to peel her dress off was met with a tutted "Uh uh!" - and so I remained the only naked one.

But she did let me touch her between her legs through her knickers, and then I slid a finger underneath the skimpy material and touched her bare pussy lips and she made a cute little moan of pleasure which made my cock even harder than it already was.

Pleasuring her is my greatest pleasure, and I was very practised at it even though we hadn't been together long. She let me peel her knickers off her, and lift her dress up to expose her pussy while I fingered her softly, and she lay back on her elbows, her legs parted to allow me as much access as I wanted, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her fingers gripping the blanket. She threw her head back, her beautiful blonde hair hanging down and touching the grass at the edge of the blanket, as I expertly coaxed her pussy into the most exquisite pleasure I could.

I was so unbelievably turned on, and although what I craved and needed the most was to be inside her, I concentrated fully on making it intensely beautiful for her, sliding two fingers into her wetness and finding her G-spot, teasing and stroking it until she was making low and increasingly urgent groans and moans.

Then I lay on my front between her legs, my erection trapped under me, so that I could put my mouth to her pussy while I fucked her slowly with my fingers.

I can't tell you how much I love the taste of her pussy - all the different flavours it has depending on where she is in her cycle - always delicious and powerfully erotic - and I used my tongue to gently lap from where my fingers were inside her, up to her clitoris which was now swollen and throbbing for me.

As I teased her there, circling her clitoris, sucking on it, licking it, and all the while moving my fingers deep inside her, she began to make sounds which told me that an orgasm was building. A big one.

Excited and massively aroused, I used all the experience I'd gathered so far of pleasuring her pussy, to make that orgasm build higher and higher and higher - and when she came, oh my god, she was so loud. Her whole body tensed and shuddered as it consumed her, and I felt her pussy grip my fingers tightly as it throbbed for me.

I knew to stop for a moment, and then to very very gently keep stimulating her, super softly, so that even as her climax began to subside, another was growing.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she moaned, and now she gripped my hair tightly, holding my face where she needed it as she ground herself against my mouth. My face was nothing now except her sex toy, and she used it with wild abandon. It was all I could do to try to make sure that my tongue and my lips were touching all the parts which would make it most deliciously pleasurable for her, and as her second orgasm took her over I almost thought I might come myself.

I realised I'd been rubbing my cock against the ground, giving me some scant pleasure - but the orgasmic feeling came from experiencing her orgasm vicariously. I had something very like an orgasm - but not an orgasm. I didn't ejaculate, and as she lay there super relaxed, purring and making little whimpers of pleasure in her post orgasmic state, I was still unbelievably worked up and in need of release.

A release I wasn't allowed as it turned out.

When she'd finished recovering from her orgasms, and finally let go of my hair, and stroked my head and told me to get up, she had an expression on her face that was relaxed and playful and mischievous.

"Pass me my knickers slaveboy," she told me.

And once she'd put them on and pulled her dress down - meaning that she was again fully dressed, and I was completely naked - she regarded my throbbing cock with amusement as she lay there resting back on her elbows. I was sitting back on my heels, and consumed with sexual frustration and desire.

She rolled onto her front, bringing her face very close to my powerful and unsatisfied erection, and then prodded it with her finger, enjoying the way it swayed and bobbed, while I groaned at the inadequate stimulation she was giving me.

"Mmmmm," she purred, wriggling her sexy bottom in that short little dress, "Those were two very very satisfying orgasms you gave me. What a shame that you don't get one too."

"Oh god," I groaned. "Please Katy. I didn't get one this morning either."

And without even thinking, I took my cock into my hand and started to wank it a little bit. God it felt good.

But at this, she immediately exclaimed: "What do you think you're doing? Did I say you could touch yourself?"

It had never been said out loud that I wasn't allowed to pleasure myself without permission, but I knew I wasn't.

I took my hand away quickly, and began to apologise. You can see how much of a natural submissive I am, even though I hadn't fully realised it yet.

She got up, picking up the empty rucksack, and told me to stand up too, which I did straight away, wondering what was about to happen. And then, to my surprise and shock, she roughly grabbed my cock, and set off walking towards the trees, pulling me along behind her.

I had to scamper quickly after her, because even though I'd been craving being in her hand, this was super uncomfortable - her grip was so tight that I had no choice but to follow.

She lay the rucksack down at the base of a tree, and then, without letting go of me, she sat herself down on the rucksack. "Over my lap," she said, and she tugged hard.

My heart was racing. What was going on?

My brain hadn't caught up with what she had in mind.

I knelt down and she finally let go of me, and guided me to lie face down across her outstretched legs.

The ground here was hard and covered in bits of twigs, with hardly any grass. It was uncomfortable on my knees and toes and elbows. I saw why she'd brought the rucksack to sit on.

My ridiculously hard cock was trapped against her bare thighs, something that I found extremely sexy, but it did require me to keep my bottom raised to relieve the pressure.

And it was my bottom that she now began to touch. Softly at first, and then simply groping me, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks quite hard.

"God, how have I never fully appreciated what a fucking sexy arse you have?" she commented.

I'd been complimented on my arse before over the years, but this made me blush, and gave me a tingle of pleasure to be admired and objectified like that.

And no one had ever given so much attention to touching my bottom, and I found it stirred a deep arousal within me.

"You know what's going to happen now right?" she said.

"No," I replied, completely, naively, baffled.

"I'm going to spank you obviously!"

The words made my stomach flip. I thought: Spank me? Like a naughty child??

But all I said was: "Oh...!"

"Do you have anything to say before I begin?" she said, still groping my bottom, testing the shape and firmness of it, her fingers exploring gently between my cheeks, and down to my perineum and softly ticking my balls.

"I'm... I'm sorry I... started to wank myself."

"Good. You should be sorry. You need permission to touch your cock for anything other than washing it. Do you understand?"

She was so calm and authoritative. I realised that this came completely naturally to her, and I thought: Did she do this to her previous boyfriends?

"Yes," I answered. "I promise I won't do it again."

"Good. Whenever you break that rule, your punishment will be being spanked like this over my knee until your sexy bottom is a shade of red that pleases me."

I said nothing to this, but my breathing was shaky. I was so unbelievably turned on.

And then she began to spank me.

I groaned at how sexy it was. It didn't hurt that much - her slaps, to the lower part of my bottom, created a pleasing smacking sound and a pleasurable sting that I found erotic.

"You like it don't you," she commented. But I was too embarrassed to admit that I did.

Then she added: "Well then I obviously need to spank you much harder."

And then she spanked me properly. A real punishment spanking - and I was shocked at just how painful it was.

She was slapping my bottom HARD. Covering my whole arse, until soon it was all stinging badly and I was crying out and bucking and writhing on her lap.

But all the while I kept my bottom raised because of my trapped cock.

She just kept on spanking me, way beyond the point I thought she'd stop. The hard slaps continued on and on, and now I was begging her to stop. It was too much. Especially when she chose to slap me 3, 4, or 5 times on exactly the same spot. It was more than I could tolerate, and I instinctively protected it with my hand.

But as soon as I did, she stopped and said: "Take your hand away. For every second your hand is there, I'll spank you for another full minute."

Well that made me take my hand away immediately, obediently exposing my stinging bottom to her for the rest of my punishment.

"That's one extra minute you've earned yourself," she said, and straight away continued to spank me, right on that same spot.

I howled and gritted my teeth, the side of my head in the dirt now but I hardly noticed.

On and on she went, spanking my bare bottom. It wasn't lost to me that she was fully clothed, including wearing her shoes, while I was totally naked.

She had had two lovely orgasms. No, three, because of the sex we'd had that morning. And I'd been denied.

The unfairness of all of this. The imbalance. The way she was treating me, spanking me naked over her lap out here in Kew Gardens. The whole thing turned me on in ways I had never ever been turned on in my whole life.

When she stopped, I simply lay there, breathing hard, slowly writhing, waiting for the worst of the stinging to subside.

"Are you really rubbing your cock against my leg right now?" she exclaimed.

And it was true - I was, without even thinking.

I stammered an apology, but it was too late - five more super hard smacks were delivered to my bottom, and I gasped in shock. It definitely did stop me rubbing myself against her though.

"You can get up now," she told me, good humouredly. "I want to look at you."

Awkwardly, I got to my feet, and brushed the dirt and bits of twig off my hands and knees.

"Oh, you've left pre-come on my leg," she frowned, pointing to a wet patch on her thigh. "Go and get your T shirt and wipe it off."

I turned and walked over to where our picnic blanket was, and as I did she said "Oh gosh your bottom is even more sexy now it's a nice deep shade of pink! I like it like that!"

As I returned with my T-shirt, she commented on my unbelievably hard cook, which was swaying and bouncing as I walked.

"You've obviously enjoyed being disciplined," she chuckled. And then she added: "I'll have to do it more often. You have such a spankable bottom!"

She took my T-shirt and wiped her leg, and handing it back to me she said: "Okay, let's get packed up shall we?"

My face must have been a picture of dismay because she laughed. "Oh dear, what were you hoping would happen now?"

"I thought you'd want to have sex," I admitted. I looked down at my cock to prove my point. How could she get me so worked up and big and hard, and not intend to have sex? It made no sense.

"No," she smiled. "I'm nicely satisfied for now thank you. So I have no need of your cock."

This hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh god, please Katy. I really really need to come."

"No you don't. Just get busy packing up. You can stay naked while your cock goes down a bit."

It's a strange thing being a submissive - as I now know that I am. Half of you craves the sexual gratification, and half of you craves the denial.

So as we packed up the picnic together, my nudity and throbbing erection completely ignored, I felt so unbelievably turned on. My longing to have sex with her was painfully powerful, but at the same time, the cruelty of it all felt so right.

My bottom was stinging really badly, and as I stopped to rub it gingerly, it was giving off a lot of heat. The baking sun didn't help, and I tried to keep in the shade as I shook out the blanket. My erection was a bit of a hindrance to folding the blanket, but the woollen strands brushing against the underside of my cock felt pleasurable.

When everything was put away into my rucksack, she came over to me and wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me.

I put my hands on her slim waist, enjoying how her body felt through the thin material of the dress. I could feel the bumps of her nipples against my chest, and her flat tummy was pressed up against my cock, holding it close between us.

We kissed for a long time, and my desire for her couldn't have been stronger - but when my hands strayed to the sides of her breasts, she gave my bottom an almighty slap.

"Uh uh!" she scolded, grinning broadly. I smiled too, but weakly. I was groaning with unfulfilled sexual frustration, and wishing more than anything that she would at least play with my cock.

But she didn't. She withdrew from me and looked down at it, chuckling.

"Oh dear, it's really not going down is it? Well you can put on your T-shirt for now, and let's see whether it's diminished at all before we reach the path."

And so we set off walking back through the trees. I was wearing just my T-shirt, and carrying the rucksack in my hand. She was carrying my shorts, and my shoes, leaving me completely naked from the waist down, stepping carefully on the woodland ground in my bare feet.

She was telling me the things in Kew she wanted to go and see during the afternoon ahead, but I was only half listening, unable to think about anything other than her wet pussy against my mouth a short while earlier, and how heavenly it would be to slide my cock into it.

Of course, that did nothing to diminish my erection - but I couldn't help it.

And so when we got to the path, I hung back behind her nervously in case anyone would come along.

"Can I have my shorts back now please?" I asked.

"Yes," she said brightly, cocking her head on one side and smiling sweetly. "Although you haven't done a very good job of losing that erection have you? You're going to be pretty uncomfortable packing it away into those shorts, silly boy."

"I really am," I agreed forlornly.

A few minutes later we were walking back towards the busy areas of the gardens, and I was wincing a tiny bit with every step. I was carrying the rucksack in front of me to hide the obvious bulge under my shorts.

But despite my unsatisfied sexual aching, and my badly stinging bottom, my heart was beating hard with love for Katy.

Because that day I had experienced what it was like to be sexually dominated, and I knew from that day onwards, that I wanted Katy to always own me.

--

So here in my shed, as I thought back to that day, I felt that same swell of love.

The cruelty of tying me up in the shed like this - the discomfort, the humiliation, and the denied orgasm - all of it was so outrageous and so difficult to bear. And I loved her all the more for it, because it excited the hell out of me, and it reminded me in no uncertain terms that she was in charge - that I was hers to play with, and that made me feel wonderful.

A non-submissive person would probably find it impossible to understand - because of course it makes no rational sense. But what a beautiful thing it was.

The only thing that I would have changed about my current predicament was to not have my hands tied above me - I felt like I was losing circulation a bit. My wrists were sore from the rope. My shoulders hurt, and I couldn't lower them to get any relief.

But then, would I really have changed it? Probably not. That was the part that made me feel most dominated by her, because it showed that my comfort was irrelevant to her. In fact, it showed that she took pleasure from my discomfort and the power over me that she had, and I loved that. My role was to be her sexual plaything.

I knew that at some stage I would be untied. And later today, or perhaps tomorrow, I would get to fuck her. She could only go so long without my cock inside her, and she loved to build up my sexual desire to a crazy level, and then for me to unleash it on her. Those were the moments that I was allowed to be dominant: I would throw her over the bed and enter her roughly, and she loved it. All my carnal instincts would take over, and I would take her by force, using my physical advantage to pin her down, or bend her over, or put her in any other position I wanted, as I entered her and brutally fucked her.

This was as close to being a submissive as Katy got.

And of course we both knew that even in the midst of my animalistic domination of her, she was the one in charge. A word from her and I would stop. Not often, but sometimes that's what happened. She would come first - many times sometimes - and then just as my orgasm was about to be released she would simply say: "Okay, that's all for now."

Or just "Stop!"

Or just: "No!"

Or: "No orgasm for you. Out you come."

Or some other thing like that, and I would obey.

I would obey reluctantly - protesting, wailing - but I would stop, and come out of her if that's what she wanted, and my brief time of being the dominant one would be over, and I would be left denied and unbelievably frustrated.

But usually, she would let me come. It was rare that she teased and denied me for longer than a day or two before I was rewarded like this, and when it happened - oh my god, the intensity of my orgasm was mindblowing.

I would come long and hard, and so powerfully that no orgasm I'd ever had in my life before I met Katy could compete. There was sex in the time before Katy, and sex with Katy, and the latter was a thousand times more mindblowing.

Sex with Katy - even when there had been no domination of me, no fucking with me, no denial, or punishment, or anything like that - was a beautiful thing. When we made love, it was the most intimate and transcendental experience - sometimes lasting for one, two or three hours.

And it's still true today.

We love each other very deeply. And our friendship, trust, and love, is the bedrock on which I let myself be owned by her as her sex slave.

So here in this grimy shed, tethered up and naked, I never once felt like she didn't love me, or that I wasn't the most special thing in her world.

But equally, I never once doubted that she was taking real pleasure in putting me through it. Katy had a wicked side - a mean side, that enjoyed the power trip - and she let it loose on me. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Suddenly, I heard the patio door slide open, and the sound of chattering voices inside the house. The door slid shut again, drowning them out, but now there were footsteps coming this way.

I panicked. What if it wasn't Katy? The door was padlocked shut, but if they came down further into the garden then I was visible through the window. I shrank back against the wall of the shed.

I heard the padlock rattle and click open, and of course it was Katy, in her tight jeans and white vest top, looking a little flushed from laughter and wine.

Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me, a little smile on the corners of her lips as her eyes travelled up and down my body.

"Well hello slaveboy," she said, pulling the door closed behind her. "Someone's pleased to see me!"

I saw that she was holding my towel in her hand. Was I going to be untied now?

She folded the towel and placed it on the nearby workbench, and then walked straight up to me and batted my cock from underneath.

"Mmmm, nice and hard. It's been about an hour, so you really are turned on aren't you!"

"Yes," I agreed, but my throat was dry so it was a bit croaky. I swallowed and said it again.

"Would you like me to untie your hands now slaveboy?"

"Oh god yes please," I said at once.

"Well you'll have to wait just a little bit longer, because I want your hands out of the way while I spank you."

My stomach turned over.

"But... aren't your friends wondering where you've gone?"

"Oh no," she said breezily, as she looked around the shed. I realised with dread that she was looking for something to spank me with. I doubted that it would be something I wanted to be spanked with.

She didn't elaborate on why her friends wouldn't be curious about where she was.

She rummaged in the gardening trug, and then opened up my metal toolbox and I heard the contents clanking as she rifled through it.

She made a little noise as if something had caught her fancy, but she didn't take anything out. Instead she went to the wall opposite me where there were a couple of cluttered shelves, and finally picked up a hand-held metal shovel.

"Let's start with this," she said. "Turn round."

I did as I was told, turning my back on her, but looking at her over my shoulder as best I could.

"No, face the wall," she said.

So I stood there, waiting trepidatiously. What would it feel like to be hit with that metal spade. I thought that it would probably hurt a fair bit. Not much sting to it - but quite an impact. I would probably be bruised later.

But before she started, she dragged the edge of the rusty tool up the backs of my thighs.

"Bend forward," she instructed, and I did my best to, even though my wrists were tied too high to really bend over much.

The lip of the shovel scraped up my backside, and then she must have turned it sideways, because now I felt its edge between my buttocks and I gritted my teeth because it felt very rough and I thought it might scratch my anus.

I was right - although I could tell that it didn't break any skin. Still, it made me very nervous. Most of our sex toys were smooth, or if not then at least they were clean. But this dirty old thing was battered and rusty and sharp.

That didn't stop her pushing it between my legs though, and prodding my balls with it quite hard.

When she withdrew it, I told myself that I now needed to brace for impact - but she didn't even give me time to do that before she struck me with it.

WHACK!

Right across my bottom. I was completely wrong about the sting - it stung a LOT. The flat metal delivered quite a blow, and the skin of my bottom was left with a sharp zinging pain.

WHACK!

Same again, deliciously, but also alarmingly, hard.

WHACK!

It was starting to really hurt now.

WHACK!

I let out my first real sound, and the familiar niggling fear crept up inside me that this was going to hurt more than I could take.

WHACK!

"Fuuuuck," escaped my lips, but there was no response from her.

WHACK!

Again I gasped and groaned and swore. But on and on she went - always the same force, always in the same place - across my whole bottom.

She had a steady rhythm going, and she didn't break it. No pauses. No variation. Just on and on for what felt like a very long time.

I stole a look over my shoulder to see her expression.

She was looking fixedly at my bottom, smiling with the most wicked and lustful expression I had ever seen. And then she looked up to see me peeking.

"Face the wall!" she said sternly, raising her eyebrows.

And then she hit me much harder.

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

I was struggling against the rope now, desperate to protect my bottom.

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

"Katy! Fuck oh god please...!"

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow......."

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

THWACK!!!!!!

And then, after who knows how many more, she stopped, and I felt the rough tool rubbing my bottom like before. It was almost like she was caressing and soothing where I'd been spanked, except that of course the rusty shovel was anything but soothing on a bottom that was super sore from a hard spanking.

I heard her move away, and the clanking of my toolbox again. What would she bring now? Surely she wasn't going to spank me any more??

But the next thing I felt was wonderful. It was her body up against me.

Her denim clad hips against my bottom, her breasts against my back through her top and bra.

Her breath on my neck, and then - oh god - her lips kissing me. The contrast of her soft sensual mouth after the punishment with the spade was just beautiful.

But just when I was relaxing and sighing, suddenly I felt something cold and metal against my sore bottom. And then a sharp edge scraping across my stinging skin.

It was a knife, and she was using it something like a barber would use to give their customer a shave.

To my horror, she now brought her hands round in front of me, and as I looked down, the large knife was under my balls and she was scraping the blade sideways up and over them.

My balls responded by tightening - shrinking away from the danger, and I heard her giggle.

"Am I making you nervous?"

The blade moved up the underside of my cock, and my breathing was shaky.

"Fuck," I breathed.

Then, thankfully, she took it away from my cock and lifted her hands up to where my wrists were bound.

She sliced through the rope just above my hands, and I can't describe the relief as I lowered my hands, breathing on them to warm them up.

She had left my wrists bound, but just not having my arms stretched up like they had been for the last hour was blissful. I thanked her, but already she was leading me across the shed by the rope.

"Kneel down in front of the workbench," she instructed. "No, facing it."

And once I was in the position she wanted, my knees complaining at being on the gritty old wooden planks, she undid the popper on her jeans and pulled down the little zip.

I watched mesmerised and breathless as she wriggled her tight jeans down, and peeled them off her legs. Wearing just a little black thong on her lower half, she carefully draped her jeans over the nearest relatively clean surface and then stepped right up close to me, standing at my side.

"I am so fucking wet," she told me. "And I'd like you to give me an orgasm, and then lick me clean."

"Okay," I breathed, excited beyond belief.

Then she peeled her knickers down her sexy legs, and I looked lustfully at her well groomed pubis. She had more pubic hair than I was allowed, but it was still trimmed and neat and I couldn't wait to put my face there. My mouth started to water as I thought about kissing and licking her between her legs where I knew it was completely smooth and heavenly.

She put her knickers on my head like they were some sort of hat, with the tiny triangle that was their only real material, over my eyes. It wasn't big enough to completely block my vision, but even just having my head used as a place to put her knickers made me feel subservient to her.

Then, she got up onto the workbench, sitting on the towel, with her legs either side of me, spread wide.

"Now let's see how quickly you can bring me to an orgasm slaveboy."

Oh her beautiful pussy was so wet. Her lips were slick with her juices, and my tongue glided between them as I groaned at how good she tasted. She groaned too - a sound which I love so much, because pleasuring her is my ultimate joy. A joy which is inexplicably intensified by my denial.

Although I'd been told to be quick - no doubt because her friends must have been wondering where on earth she was - I knew how to build her up; teasing, circling, spreading her wetness up to her clitoris as my tongue gently caressed it to make it swell and grow.

She was making little gasping sounds every time I licked her there, and I kept up the same motions over and over, licking between the lips of her pussy, circling her tight little hole, and then up to flick briefly over and around her clit.

Her pussy was beginning to throb for me now, and her little moans and groans were slowly becoming more urgent, and that's when I introduced my middle finger to her little opening and touched her there for a while, as my tongue concentrated on stroking her hardening clitoris.

It was extremely difficult to have my fingers there, because my bound wrists meant that I had to have both hands in the confined space under my chin, but my comfort was irrelevant.

Also irrelevant were my own sexual needs. The fact that my cock was beside itself with longing, throbbing and aching, and practically dripping with pre-come, was - as Katy would have put it - my problem not hers.

The unfairness of this arrangement in our relationship was something that turned me on daily.

I slid two fingers inside her, and began to slowly fuck her with them, then adding a third as I lapped and licked and flicked her clit with my tongue. I was using my wet bottom lip to stroke from where my fingers entered her up to her urethra - I knew that adding another layer of stimulation was what often tipped her over the edge - and I don't know which of us was making more enthusiastic sounds of pleasure. I was in a sort of nirvana of submission, naked and spanked and sexually frustrated. She was lost in an ecstasy of sensations - my mouth and fingers powerfully and relentlessly urging her pussy closer and closer to the enormous orgasm that was steadily and inexorably building.

I was operating purely from touch - I couldn't see what I was doing of course, not least because her knickers were blindfolding me. But I knew from her increasing, almost panicked, keening sound, that she would soon lose control, and her climax would consume her right here in this little shed while her friends sat and ate and chatted in the house a few metres away.

And oh god, her orgasm was a wondrous thing. The sounds she made - feminine and plaintive - wailing my name - my actual name - as her pussy clenched hard against my fingers and throbbed and spasmed, and suddenly all I could think was how much I needed it to be my cock that was in there instead of my fingers.

My cock strained into thin air at the thought.

But she wasn't done. I could tell that she was going to have another orgasm, or perhaps more. Her legs were wrapped around me, pulling me against her.

And sure enough, her groans grew louder and shriller, and her body contorted, pushing her cunt hard against my face, as she came again, crying out in her agony of pure pleasure.

I knew to ease off while she came, because her pussy would be at its maximum sensitivity - now all I needed to do was to keep fingering and sucking and licking very very gently, as the next wave grew.

And in this way, she orgasmed four or five times on my face as I knelt there doing all I could to enhance her experience and make it as long and as powerful and as pleasurable as I could.

"Oh fuck," she finally breathed, when she caught her breath. "Fuck. How are you so good at that?"

No answer was required from me - we both knew that it was from many many hours of attentive dedicated practice.

I had slid my fingers out of her, but my face was still held against her by her elegant strong legs. Really I needed to move now - to get up off my hurting knees, and to withdraw from her so that I could breathe more easily, and rub my aching jaw. But I dutifully stayed there, fulfilling my role, until she felt ready to let me go.

"Mmmmm, okay slaveboy," she murmured in a groggy haze of post orgasmic bliss. "Lick me clean very very softly, and then you can put my knickers back on."

I obeyed, slowly and meticulously trailing my tongue over every part of her, pushing my it into her to lap up every trace of her come and her juices, until her perfect pussy was pristinely clean.

But while I did my tender careful work, she said something to me that struck fear into my heart.

"Once you're done and I've got myself dressed, my friends are looking forward to seeing you."