The Businessman’s Toy; Part 1

Sitting on the plane looking out the window, she couldn’t help but become excited. She was taking a trip to meet her new Dom. They had met on-line and had chatted for several months before he asked her to meet up with him. The only problem was that she was not traveling to his home to meet him as he is a businessman who travels quite frequently, she was meeting him in a city where he had a business meeting to attend. She had packed several of her favorite things and some super sexy lingerie and the one requested item from him. A sexy black cocktail dress for the one evening that he was going to take her to the business dinner party. She was excited to show off in her little black dress, even though she was middle aged she considered herself quite the MILF.  Hitting the gym almost every night on her way home from work so that she could keep the tight body of her youth. And her 32D fake boobs really help show her curves and would be highlighted in the low cut cocktail dress. As the plane hummed along, she wondered how she had got to this point, traveling to a different city to meet a man she has never met and becoming his submissive slave for the next few days. It all started years ago with her now Ex-husband when he brought home his girlfriend at the time and made you watch as he fucked her in your bed, and had you clean them both when they were done. On your knees slurping your husbands cum from another woman’s pussy, you realized that you had always been submissive and that serving others was what you had always yearned for. It was the missing piece from your life, and something that would drive you from that point forward for the rest of your life. After your divorce, there had been several dom type boyfriends, a Mistress, and even a dom couple but no of them lived up to your desire to be a TPE slave. They were all fun and the couple had been very demanding and used you as their servant and fuckdoll during their numerous parties. But after the party was over would send you home to your empty house to wait until the next party came along. But he was different, since the first time you started to chat on-line he was controlling. And soon you were following his commands. He dictated how you dressed, where you went, what you ate, almost everything, including when you were allowed to touch yourself and when you could have an orgasm. And you checked in with him several times a day to show that you were following his orders, snapping naughty pics here and there to show him just how good you were. Running to the bathroom at work to strip naked and bend over to take a selfie with your cheeks spread wide to show your princess plug deep in your asshole. Or close-ups fresh out of shower to show you’re freshly clean shaven pussy. The thoughts of all this was really starting to get you going and your wet pussy was reminding you of one of his favorite things, not allowing you to wear panties in public. He knows that you are constantly aroused and wet so you have to be careful not to leave a puddle or wet spot in your pants for everyone to see.  Luckily he choose some dark colored yoga pants for you to were today on the plane because he just knew you would be a mess by the time you arrived. And he was correct, after not being allowed to cum for the last 2 ½ weeks and made to wear a large butt plug for the flight, your pussy was ready to explode and was leaking badly.  And before too long the fasten seat belt sign came on and the plane started its final decent. He would be waiting at the gate for my arrival.

                Once at the gate, I practically leapt from my seat to gather my carry-on and making my way down the gangway. Once I entered the terminal, I began to scan the area looking for him. And although we had never met in person, I had seen his pictures enough to know what to look for. He had a flight that landed about 20 minutes before mine and I hoped he was not delayed. And then I spotted him sitting in a row of chairs just off to my left. He appeared to be typing away on his phone as I approached and I stopped just short of his feet. “Hello Sir” I blurted out, but he didn’t look up, he just kept typing away. For a second I thought I might have the wrong person and began to quickly look around. But I was sure it was him, and just as I was about to speak again, he must have sensed that and held up his hand in a stop like motion. Then he pointed down, and I was not sure what he was meaning, but it didn’t take long for me to get the picture as he said one simple word. “Kneel” I immediately dropped to my knees at his feet and assumed a submissive position with my head down and my hands open on the tops of my thighs. But he kept typing away, and I suddenly realized that people around us were staring at me kneeling on the floor of the airport at a man’s feet. All those eyes watching me, and judging me. I could hear people whispering and making gestures. How humiliating to be kneeling here in front of all these people, the only saving grace was that this was not my home city so the chance of anybody recognizing me was minimal. And then my pussy was awake and flowing like a river, the wetness of my crotch was growing at all of this and I kind of half smirked a bit, enjoying the attention. I was so lost in my world that I had not even notice that he had finished with his phone and was now staring at me as well. “Hello and welcome here” he said. Looking up I could see the bottom half of his smile. “Hello Sir”, I replied in a small voice. Reaching into his bag, I could hear the clank of the metal collar as he pulled it out.  “Lean In” he ordered. And I moved closer to him as he opened the collar and placed it around my neck. The metal was cold and felt heavy against my skin as he fastened the closure. “Wrists” he commanded next. And I reached out with my arms placing my hands in his lap as he wrapped the matching metal cuffs around my wrists. “I think we should retrieve our items from baggage and get moving,” he stated. And with that he got up and began to walk, and I quickly stammered to my feet and grabbed my things to trail off behind him. As I stood up I was finally able to see some of the glairing eyes that had been watching me and I blushed bright red. Off I raced to catch up with him as he strolled down the hallway towards the baggage claim area. As I walked along behind him, it became apparent just how big of a man he was. I had known from chatting and his pictures that he was a big guy, but in person he was almost a Beast. At 6’3” and with huge broad shoulders he towered over my 5’6” frame, even with the 4” heels I was wearing. As I walked along behind him, all I could see was his back and shoulders as he made his way through the crowds like a linebacker hunting down the running back in football. I simply followed in his wake before the crowds could close back in around us. When we reached baggage claim I noticed we were not standing in front of the one my luggage was going to be on. I moved to his side but slightly behind him when he pointed to a large black piece of luggage coming around the carousel. “That one is mine, please go retrieve it” he ordered. I ran to grab before it went by and it was very heavy as I pulled it from the carousel. Pulling the handle I rolled it over to him, as he turned to walk towards the exit. I followed along pulling his suitcase until he stopped near the doors. “You have 3 minutes to go and get your luggage” And with that I tore off to find the carousel that held my luggage. Hurrying through the crowds I scrambled to find the right one. And just as I got there I saw my suitcase go by meaning that I would have to wait for it to come around again. Oh I hope it doesn’t take too long, as I’m already running short on my 3 minutes. Once it came back around I quickly snatched it and took off in a hurry to get back to him. I was half running while dragging my suitcase behind me when I reach him. He simply looked down at his watch and shook his head. I knew that meant that I had taken too long and would most likely be punished for it. I started to say I’m sorry, but caught myself before opening my mouth. And with that he turned to walk to the taxi stand with me trailing behind with all the luggage.

                After hailing a taxi and I loaded the luggage, we settled into the back seat for the ride to the downtown hotel where he had business meetings. I was looking out the windows watching the world zip by when I felt his hand on my thigh. Turning towards him I could see the smile on his face and I smiled back and returned to gazing out the window. Slow his hand circle around my thigh working its way closer each time to my soaking wet crotch of my yoga pants. Finally after what felt like forever, his fingers grazed against the fold between my leg and labia and it felt like I was struck by lightning. I wanted him to finger my hungry pussy right then and there and I didn’t care if the cabbie was watching, but no he continued to tease just at the edge of my pussy. PLEASE I thought to myself, PLEASE feel my pussy! I didn’t know if I could stand the teasing anymore, when he finally ran his hand all the way across my pussy very slowly. And just like that it was gone, he pulled his hand out. I was turning to plead with him when all of a sudden his hand, covered in my wet pussy juice, wiped across my mouth and nose leaving the sweet smell of myself to fill my nostrils. Using the sleeve of my shirt he finished wiping his hand clean before muttering, “Tisk, Tisk.” His hand didn’t return to my thigh the rest of the ride and I could tell that my uncontrollable wetness was going to get me in trouble for this later on when we reached the room. As we pulled up to the large downtown hotel, I could see it was huge with at least 20 stories tall and all glass looking over the heart of the city. When we pulled up a bellmen ran to unload the taxi as we exited. He stopped the bellmen and slipped him a $20 and said, “That’s OK, she will manage the luggage just fine.” Entering the lobby, it was busy with people scurrying everywhere, when he said, “Wait here.” Leaving me to stand with the luggage as he went to check-in. Looking around it was a large fancy lobby with groups of big leather easy chairs arranged around tables and most were filled with people sitting and chatting or looking through important papers or computer screens.  After the quietness of the taxi ride the noise and chaotic of the lobby was almost too much. I was looking around at it all when he walked back up and I made a small smile at him. He simply snapped his fingers and kept walking and I trailed behind with all the luggage towards the elevators. 22 floors up we climbed before the elevator doors open and out we went into the hallway to find our room.

                Down at the end of the hallway he stopped in front of room 2256 and swiped the card to unlock the door. Following him through the door, we entered into a large corner suite room, complete with a separate bedroom and living room and it even had a small wet bar at one end. Floor to ceiling glass looked out over the city in both rooms and the people and cars seemed so small as they scurried by underneath us on the streets. He instructed me to take the luggage to the bedroom while he went to make a drink at the bar.  I was arranging the luggage neatly on the bed when he entered. “Strip” he barked and I quickly began to remove all my clothing folding it neatly on the bed as I went. Soon I was completely naked before him and I could feel his eyes as they crawled all over every inch of my body. Here I was naked before a man I had never met in person before as he judged me and I was so turned on by it. “Stand at the window facing out with your hands on your head” he ordered. I moved to the window to stand at attention hoping that no one in the office building across from us could see in the windows. I could hear the zipper on a suitcase being opened as he searched for something in one of them. What was he getting, I thought to myself. Hopefully something fun to play with. “You are wearing your large jelly butt plug like I ask?” “Yes Sir” I replied. “Show me,” he demanded. With that I bent over and grabbed my ass cheeks to spread them to show him the large plug buried deeply in my asshole. I felt so vulnerable and little being bent over to expose my holes for inspection. “You may remove it now,” he told me. And I slowly began to remove the large plug from my asshole where it had been buried deeply for hours. Holding it in my hand I could feel how large my ass was gaped and I could tell he was staring at it, and it felt like he was looking directly into my soul through me asshole. As he approached he began to speak, “At the baggage claim you were given 3 minutes to retrieve your things and instead it took you 4 minutes 20 seconds.” “Sorry Sir,” I replied. “Well that minute and twenty is going to cost you, put that plug in your mouth and your hands on the glass, it will be a whack for every second you made me wait.” And with a swoosh the first strike of the cane came down across my tender ass cheeks, and I finally knew what he had retrieved from his suitcase. “Count” he barked. “One Sir” I murmured through the butt plug in my mouth while holding back the scream. Another soon followed and I counted as best I could while tasting my own ass. The strikes were firm but not too bad and I could tell that he was just trying redden my ass and not blister it right away in our first action together. And before too long my ass was on fire as we reached near the end. He had carefully moved the cane all around on my ass trying not to strike the same spot more than once and when we reached 80 I was sure that my ass was a lovely shade of red. “I hope you understand that I do not like to wait, and when given a time you had better complete things in that time frame. The punishments will only intensify after this. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir” I answered. I hoped I did make any more mistakes as I did not want a caning any hard than that! “Good, you can now spit out that plug and unpack your things and put them away in the closet and dresser and bathroom,” he said as he gestured with his hand for me to go and get to it. “Leave my stuff alone as I will attend to it personally as I don’t want you in my things,” He spoke as he walked back to the living room to finish he drink from earlier. I quickly moved about opening my suitcase and neatly placing my things around the room. As I was in the bathroom placing my toiletries on the counter I got the first glimpse of my collar and cuffs in the mirror. The collar was polished to a bright shine and was about an inch tall with a ring attached at the center and looked really lovely wrapped around my neck. The cuff were matched like the collar and were about 2” in height but didn’t have any rings. Upon closer inspection I could see two threaded holes on them where a ring would obviously attach. And turning to inspect my poor ass, I could see that it was bright red and although it had a few cane stripes, it was not in too bad of shape for the 80 whacks I took.  After finishing up putting my things away, I returned to the living room to find him sitting in an easy chair drinking is cocktail and scrolling through his phone. I quietly approached him and knelt next to him. After a few minutes he rose from his seat and left to go into the bedroom, leaving me to knee patiently in the living room. I could hear him opening and unpacking his items and putting them away as he moved around the room. Finally he spoke, “Come in here”. And I quickly made my way to the bedroom, to find that he had laid out all kinds of bondage gear and fetish wears on the bed. Now I know way his suitcase was so heavy! There were all kinds of items, from cuffs and straps and rope, to toys and plugs, and paddles, floggers, canes, and several pieces of leather and lingerie like corsets and hoods and a full latex catsuit, but there was one piece that really stood out and he was holding it in his hands.

                “Come here and stand at attention,” he ordered. He then held out the shiny polished stainless steel chastity belt. It looks so tight and restricting, and yet so exciting all at the same time and my pussy began to water at the thought of being locked away. My heart raced, I had never worn one or even been restricted in the use of my pussy before. Yes I had been given orders to no orgasm without permission but I had still been allowed to edge and play with my always wet little friend. And previous partners had always used my pussy for pleasure whether it be theirs or mine, but now he was going to lock it away and that really excited me for some reason. “We all know where your problems stem from don’t we? This hungry little pussy of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble,” He spoke. “So for now we are going to lock that part of you away until I feel that you have earned the right to have it fucked again! Do you understand that,” he asked? “Yes Sir,” I replied. He was right, my pussy had always gotten me in trouble. My need to be a slut and have my pussy filled has been something I had always struggled with, causing me to cheat on people in my relationships and to have never been a very good submissive. These past two and a half weeks had been pure hell as it had been the longest I had ever gone without some sort of orgasm either from myself or someone pounding my pussy. I had been edging several times a day just to try and get some relief from my pussy but it just seemed to make me even hornier, not being able to release. And I had struggled to not ask every stranger I passed to bend me over and fill my hole in my horny state. I began to rub against the customers at work while working with them hoping to feel something, and I found myself at the gym spending more time watching crotches than working out. Oh my God, I had to do something about this soon, and now he is locking it away! He spent several minutes fitting and adjusting the belt around my waist and crotch to make sure the fit was perfect and that all the holes lined up. And when I thought he had it tight enough, he went back and adjusted it in another position to tighten up both the waist and crotch straps even more. And when he was finished he kind of sat back and admired his work for a bit, as he had me twirl and bend over to show that it lined up with my asshole. It was very tight and I had to adjust how I bent over because the belt didn’t allow you to bend like normal. As I was straightening back up he grabbed one of my wrists. And as I turned to look he was threading the loop and ring into the spot on the cuffs. Once he had both cuffs done he took two small padlocks out and used them to lock my wrists to the D-ring loops on the side of the waist band on the chastity belt. Unzipping his pants, I knew what was coming next and I dropped to my knees to await his cock. As he pulled it from his pants I could see it was hard and that he had been waiting for this. Holding it right to my lips, I smiled as he eased it in and began to slowly fuck my face. It was awkward at first in the belt because I could not bend like I normally would, I was more ridged and had to more rock on my knees than bend with each thrust. And before too long he had built a steady rhythm and I was proud to be taking his cock fully in my throat. I felt I was pretty good at blowjobs and lord knows I had had plenty of practice at it, and he seemed to agree as it was not too long before he had grabbed handfuls of my long blonde hair and was face fucking me hard. I was gasping for air between each thrust and I was drooling all over and my make-up had begun to run. Then I could feel his cock swell and I knew he was ready when he gave one last hard thrust and held it there, and I felt his hot cum blast all over the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop and as he withdrew, I made sure to suck and lick him clean. I was so hot and turned on, but knew I had no way of reaching my pussy to give myself some relief.

                He pulled me up to my feet and began to unlock the two padlocks on my wrists. “It’s time to get cleaned up and ready for dinner, we will be heading down to the hotel restaurant and I expect you to be on your best behavior,” he commanded. “Yes Sir,” I started, “But I would like to go to the bathroom also before we get ready.” Look down at my chastity belt as if pleading with my eyes for him to remove it so I could go to pee and take a shower. His response was not what I wanted, “You’ll figure it out.” And with that slapped me on the ass and sent me off to the bathroom to try and figure out how I was going to do this. Sitting on the toilet was awkward and I had to keep my legs spread wide. It took a bit for me to work up the ability to pee and when I finally did, it splashed out all over and I quickly realized to slow it down and let it just dribble out. That way it didn’t splatter all over when it hit the shield. Luckily I was getting in the shower because I had made a mess of myself. Once the shower was nice and warm, I stepped in and began to wash myself. I ran my hand over the belt several times too feel how tight it was and to see if I could maybe slip a finger under the front shield to touch my pussy. But no luck as it was just too tight. I was in the middle of washing my hair when all of a sudden he entered the large glass shower, pushing me to the back and out from under the water. “You are taking too long,” he said, as he began to wash himself. Leaving me in the back of the shower to shiver from the air, while he finished himself. Once he was done, and started to step out, I was excited to be able to move back into the warm water when all of a sudden he turned the hot water completely off. “I think you need to cool off,” he smirked as he stepped out leaving me in the now freezing water. And as he stood there drying off and getting ready I knew better than to reach up and turn the hot water back on. That for sure would have brought a punishment! So I hurried up to finish rinsing my hair and washing myself, making sure to let the water run down between the belt and my body. The water was so cold on my pussy it felt like it would go numb. After I finished and began to step out he greeted me with a large fluffy towel and he began to dry me while I stood there shivering. And before long my body was starting to warm up both temperature wise and excitement wise. He was rubbing me with the towel making sure that my tits and inner thighs were fully dried. He left the bathroom to finish getting ready leaving me to finish myself. “Don’t take too long!” He said on the way out. After drying my hair I came out from the bathroom to find that he was dress and had returned to the living room, most likely to make another drink, but he had laid out clothes for me. A pair of tight jeans that I like because they showed off my ass really well, a tall pair of heals, and a thin white blouse, and no bra. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too cold in the restaurant or I would be showing everyone my nipples! After finishing my make-up I made my way to the living room to find him in an easy chair finishing a cocktail. Once I had entered the room, he looked up and smiled. “Ready,” he asked? And he made his way over to me. “We will not be needing these for dinner,” and he removed the loops and rings from the wrist cuff and placed them in his pocket.

                The elevator doors opened and the lobby was busy with people, even more so than when we checked in. As we made our way towards the restaurant, he would stop every so often to briefly talk with someone, hellos’ and handshakes and every once and awhile a nod towards me, to which I returned with a smile. I was starting to become a little self-conscious of collar and it seemed like everyone was staring at it as we passed them. I felt so little and humiliated and thought if they only could see the tight chastity belt hidden under my pants. I would rather crawl in a hole and die, than for people to find out about the belt. We were seated at a nice table near the middle of the room and it felt like all eyes were on us, which I’m sure was only in my mind. And after sitting for a few minutes it became evident why he had chosen these tight jeans. They were putting pressure on the belt and my pussy as I sat there and it was not long before I was squirming in my chair to try and find some relief. We were sitting and having a nice conversation and it almost felt like a normal couple sitting at dinner, and I was enjoying this very much. He ordered both our dinners and even ordered me a glass of wine. We were almost through with dinner and I had been having a good time even though I had spent most of it squirming against the chastity belt and tight jeans, when his sales rep stopped by the table to say hello. The rep was a younger guy in his upper 20’s or early 30’s who was slim built but somewhat handsome. And I smiled and said hello when I was introduced as his “acquaintance”. It soon became apparent that this was going to go on for a few minutes when the rep pulled up an extra chair and they began discussing business deals. The rep was one of those fast talkers who sounds like they had just downed a couple of Red Bulls and he was rambling on and on about stuff I had no interest in. And before too long I had finished my meal and soon became board sitting there while they talked. And after the waitress had taken my plate, I pulled out my phone and began to cruise some of my social media pages to get caught up on what I had been missing since getting on the plane. I was surfing and making responses to posts and having fun when all of a sudden I caught his eye staring at me. Even though he was still in a conversation with the rep, he had been watching me play and I was now catching his “stink eye”. I quickly put away my phone hoping that he wasn’t to upset about it. And soon the rep departed to move on to the next customer of his, leaving us alone again. He ordered us a some nice desserts and we sat eat and chatting again as if nothing had happened and I thought maybe he would overlook the phone thing since he was talking anyway. After taking care of the bill we head for the elevator to return to our suite. Once the elevator doors closed he grabbed me by the wrists and reinstalled the loops and rings and turned me around so that he could lock them together behind my back. With my hands now locked behind me, he roughly pushed me against the wall of the elevator and wrapped one arm around my torso grabbing and squeezing my tits while the other grabbed a handful of hair to turn my head as he began to bite my ear and kiss my neck. He was pressed up against me and with my hands behind me I could feel his growing cock and began to stroke it through his pants. I was getting so turned on that I was hoping he would take me back to the room and take off this damn chastity belt so that he could thoroughly fuck my hungry pussy. The elevator dinged, and he pulled back to wait for the doors to open. He stepped out and turn and grabbed me by the ring on my collar and set off down the hall pulling by the collar.

We burst through the door and straight to the bedroom where he threw me face down on the bed. Moving behind me he reached underneath to unbutton my jeans and began to roughly pull them down. He removed my heels to get the jeans all the way off before place the heels back on my feet. I heard him go rummage through the closet grabbing things before returning to me. He started by tying my legs spread wide to the corners of the bed before unlocking my wrists. With my arms open he unbuttoned and removed my blouse and tossed it towards the corner with my jeans. When he wrapped his arms around and began to unlock the belt, I thought for a brief second that maybe he was going to unlock the belt so that he could bend me over to fuck me, but no, instead he was wrapping a heavy black leather corset around my waist. And once he had the busk fastened, he slowly began to draw in the laces. Pulling a little at the top and then a little at the bottom, he was drawing the corset closed. It was getting tight and I found that I was only able to draw shallow breaths, when he finished cinching me into the small 22” corset. I looked down and could see that my tits seemed to just float above my now tiny waist line. And to my dismay, he pulled the chastity belt back around my waist to fasten it over the top of the heavy corset. Now taking more rope he bent me over the edge of the bed and tied my wrist cuffs to the far corners of the bed making sure that they were pulled tight and that I had zero movement. The sound of the leather flogger hitting my ass brought me back to the moment as he worked from cheek to cheek and building in intensity. It was really beginning to feel good and I was getting so turned on by it that I was just about ready to beg him to fuck me. It stopped and I thought oh, please just a little more, when he walked up to the side of me. He bent over and placed a very large ball gag in my mouth. This was not just a simple ball gag but a full head harness gag and after he had taken the time to adjust the straps just right. He whispered in my ear, “We don’t want to wake everyone in the hotel with what is going to come next.” Next? What’s next? I’m so turned on that I need to be fucked right now! “Do you know how rude it was of you to be on your phone while I was talking,” he asked? Rude, he was the one ignoring me! How dare he…….when the first swat from the wooden paddle fell across my ass cheeks. My eyes popped open and I bit on the ball gag with full force as I tried to scream. Whack another fell, this time even harder. The tears immediately began to well up in my eyes before streaming down my face onto the bed. And another, and another, and soon he was building quite the rhythm on my ass. I was crying, screaming, shaking my head no, and trying to say sorry all at the same time, but he didn’t care and he took no pity on m poor ass. It felt like it went on forever and when I was sure I could not take another whack, it stopped and I laid there sobbing. But soon I felt him behind me, and I was not quite sure what was going on until I felt the lube being smeared all around and inside my asshole. I knew it was coming and was trying to relax because there was nothing I could do to stop what was going to happen next. I felt the head of his cock press up against my rosebud and I tried to relax as it pushed in. Once the head was in, he gave me just a couple of seconds to adjust to it before pushing it all the way in. And he started with hard long deep thrusts. I love anal, but this was not sweat lovemaking in the butt, this was a hate fuck in my ass. And each time he went full in, his body would slap against my tender red abused ass. It was like being spanked and fucked at the same time, and my ass cheeks were on fire! We were both sweaty and grunting as he pounded my hole mercilessly, and I was just starting to get into and could feel an anal orgasm starting to build, when I felt him stiffen and then blow his load deep into my ass. He made a few final pumps as I milked him dry before he pulled out leaving me with a gaping asshole as his cream pie began to slowly ooze out and run down between the chastity belt and my pussy mixing with all the juices I had been building down there. I was laying there panting when I realized that he was gone, I assume to go clean up in the bathroom. My arms were beginning to ache and it felt like my calves were going to cramp up from standing bent over in these heels, and I wished he would come untie me. But no, I heard him move out to the living room and before too long could hear the TV going. How long was he going to leave me like this? The wine was going through me and I had to pee badly.

After what felt like hours he returned and began to untie me finally. Once free from the bed he led me to the bathroom supporting me along the way as I walked on wobbly legs before depositing me on the toilet. I had to pee so bad that I didn’t care and let it splash all over, when finished I tried to clean up as best I could with some toilet paper before he locked my wrist cuffs back together in front of me. Then he lifted me form the seat, and I was putty as he half carried me back to the bed and I was so tired that I could not wait to lay down and sleep. Stopping at the edge of the bed, he pulled off the duvet that was wet from all my crying and drooling, tossing it on the floor. Laying me down on it, he took a chain and locked it to my collar and the headboard, before tossing a pillow at me. He then climbed into bed and turned off the light. What! You mean I’m going to have to sleep on the floor chained to the bed with the collar, cuffs, corset, ball gag and worst of all this damn chastity belt still on! I griped behind the gag as I tried to gather some of the duvet to cover myself and get comfortable as I was too damn tired at that point to care.