Bound by Control 2: A worm turned

Michael woke up refreshed; it was the best night’s sleep he had had for over a month, since his ordeal had started, encumbered by a cock cage and restraints. He smelled coffee, and he looked around for his clothes. They were folded neatly on a chair next to the bed. Last night, he had left them in the kitchen, so Kay must have brought them in while he was sleeping.

His mind wandered back to last night, the roller coaster of feelings ending with the most fulfilling sex he had. Michael, from a couple of months ago, would never have believed this could happen. He looked around at the rubber displayed on the walls of Kay’s bedroom and felt his cock harden.

He was about to get up and get dressed when the door opened, and Kay walked in with two cups of coffee and some toast. She was wearing a towelling dressing gown, her hair was unbrushed, but he had never seen such a sexy sight in his life. His cock rose to full hardness.

"Morning, sleep well?" Kay asked, her voice soft and inviting.

For some reason, Michael felt a flush of embarrassment. He was unaccustomed to finding himself so aroused in the morning, and he leaned forward, hoping to hide his erection. "Err, yes," he stammered, "did you?"

"Yes, I did," she replied with a smile, sitting down on the bed beside him and offering him a coffee. If she noticed his hard-on, she didn't show it. Michael took the coffee; it was strong, just the way he liked it. They drank their coffee and ate toast in comfortable silence. Kay broke the ice first.

"Michael, the rubber hoods, are you going to tell me why you want them? I don't need any trouble coming my way," Kay said, her hand gesturing around the room. "Because I know you're not that deep into this world."

Michael found himself once again grappling with the same question: could he trust her, should he trust her? The weight of his ordeal, the betrayal, and the humiliation he had endured over the past month pressed down on him. He had been manipulated, controlled, and used by those he once trusted. The rubber hoods were a means to an end, a tool for his revenge. But revealing his plans to Kay felt like a risk he wasn't sure he was ready to take.

Kay's eyes were fixed on him, waiting for an answer. He could see the curiosity and a hint of concern in her gaze. She had been kind to him, offering him a place to stay and a shoulder to lean on. But could he trust her with the truth? The truth about his plans, his anger, and his desire for vengeance?

Michael took a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of sharing his secrets. He thought about the people who had wronged him, the pain they had caused, and the satisfaction he would feel when he made them pay. But he also thought about the consequences, the potential danger, and the trust he was placing in Kay.

"Some people have done some pretty shitty stuff to me over the last month, and I'm going to pay them back," he said finally, his voice steady and resolute. "I'm going to make them suffer the way they made me suffer."

Kay looked at him, as though she was deciding something. She picked up the tray and put it on the floor by the bed. Then she fished something out of her pocket. It was his notebook.

"This fell out of your jacket when I picked it up this morning, and I found this list," she explained, holding up the notebook.

He gulped and put his hand through his hair, "Shit," he said more to himself than to Kay.

"Look, it's best if I just go and don't get you involved in any of this shit. I'm sorry," he told her and got out of bed.

Kay put her hand on his hip, her touch both comforting and commanding. "Looks like you could do with a bit of help," she told him, her voice firm yet gentle.

Michael shook his head, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and fear. "I can't get anybody else involved with this; these people seem to have so many resources. For all I know, they already know where I am."

Kay's expression softened, and she replied, "Well, if that's the case, you might as well tell me everything."

Michael hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of sharing his story. "You'll think it's like something out of some of those kinky books you've got on the racks in your store," he laughed nervously.

Kay just looked at him, her eyes searching his. There was something in her gaze that made him want to trust her, a depth of understanding and empathy that he hadn't expected. He took a deep breath and began to unload his burden, pouring out the details of his ordeal.

He told her everything, from the moment he met Chrissie to the night he woke up in the cock cage that would control his life. He spoke of his ex-wife, Valerie, and her role in setting up the entire scheme. He described the clips they had of him complying with their orders, the meeting with the enigmatic Lady Dawn, and the hypnotic sessions with Olivia that left him feeling violated and powerless. He recounted the humiliating encounter with his mother-in-law and how it ultimately led to his escape.

As he spoke, Kay listened intently, her expression a mix of shock and sympathy. She didn't interrupt, allowing him to pour out his pain and anger. When he finished, there was a moment of silence, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, Kay spoke, her voice soft but resolute. "Michael, I believe you. And I want to help you. But we need to be smart about this. These people sound dangerous, and we can't underestimate them."

Michael looked at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "So, what do we do now?"

Kay stood up, her mind already racing with possibilities. "First, we need to figure out what they want and why they're doing this. Then, we can start to plan our next move. But for now, let's just focus on keeping you safe and figuring out our next steps."

She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, I have some friends who might be able to help. They're into some pretty heavy stuff, and they have connections. If anyone can help us navigate this, it's them."

Michael's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and hope. "Really? You think they could help?"

Kay nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Absolutely. Let me make a few calls and see what we can set up. In the meantime, let's get you something to eat and figure out our next steps."

Michael felt a sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he wasn't alone in this fight. With Kay by his side and the promise of her friends' help, he just might stand a chance against the forces arrayed against him.

She smiled at him, her eyes mischievous. He had forgotten about his nakedness. She slid around the bed and put her hand high up onto his thigh. She kissed his neck.

“You know, there is a difference in what you went through, being forced to submit, rather than submitting  voluntarily, don’t you?” She whispered in his ear. She was enjoying watching his cock come alive.

“Yes, of course,” he said

“Do you really understand, though?” She asked, her other hand had found its way to his head, and was gently pulling at his hair. She kissed his neck as her other hand played with his cock, the feeling of it hardened in her hand was turning her on.

Kay gently pushed Michael to lie down, her hands guiding him with gentle authority. She maneuvered him to the center of the bed, her touch both exciting and commanding. As she reached for the cuffs, intending to secure his arms as she had the night before, Michael's strength caught her off guard. With a swift, fluid motion, he twisted from under her, his muscles tensing as he overpowered her.

In a swift reversal, Kay found herself cuffed to the bed, her wrists secured to the headboard. Michael had noticed the cuffs at the foot of the bed earlier, and with a sense of satisfaction and control, he moved to her ankles, deftly securing them to the restraints, ensuring she was fully immobilized.

Kay looked up at him, a mix of surprise and a hint of excitement in her eyes. She was at his mercy now, her body spread out before him, vulnerable and exposed. Michael stood over her, smiling, “Yes, I do.” He told her.

Michael looked around the room, his gaze falling upon the collection of rubber and leather hoods that adorned the walls. A window into the diverse and intense world Kay inhabited. His eyes were drawn to a particularly ominous piece: an executioner's hood, its black rubber surface glistening under the soft light of the room. With a sense of purpose, he reached out and took it down, sliding it over his head. The hood enveloped him, giving him a severe presence.

Kay's expression changed instantly, her eyes widening with a mix of serious excitement and anticipation. She knew he was playing a part for her, stepping into a role that she found deeply thrilling. The sight of him in the executioner's hood sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, her body responding to the shift in dynamics.

Michael, now cloaked in his new identity, moved with a deliberate slowness as he selected another hood from the collection. This one was made of soft, pliable rubber, designed to cover the head completely, leaving only the mouth free. He slid it over Kay's head, ensuring it fitted snugly, sealing her in a world of rubber and sensation. Her breathing became audible, her chest rising and falling with each breath, a visible sign of her growing arousal.

With his hands now encased in soft rubber gloves, Michael began to explore Kay's body. His touch was gentle yet firm, the rubber creating a unique sensation against her skin. He stroked her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. As his fingers brushed against her pussy, Kay's body responded with an intensity that caught them both by surprise. She moaned, her hips bucking slightly as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, the rubber against her most sensitive areas pushing her closer to the brink.

Michael knelt beside Kay, his executioner's hood firmly in place, and positioned himself so that his cock was at the perfect angle for her to take him into her mouth. Kay, unable to see, strained against the cuffs, her arms pulling and twisting as she desperately tried to reach for him, to touch him, to connect with him in some way. But Michael held firm, denying her the satisfaction of physical contact, savoring the power dynamic that kept her restrained and at his mercy.

Kay's mouth was eager and hungry, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft as she took him in as deeply as she could. Her suction was intense, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock, drawing out moans of pleasure from deep within him. The sensation of her mouth, the warmth and wetness, combined with the visual of her restrained form, pushed him closer to the edge.

Michael, not one to be outdone, shifted his position, twisting over Kay's body so that his knees were on either side of her head. This new angle gave him complete access to her most intimate areas. With his rubber-clad hands, he gently parted her pussy lips, exposing her swollen, excited flesh. He leaned down, his tongue exploring her with a deliberate slowness, tasting her, teasing her, and driving her wild with anticipation.

Kay's body responded instinctively, her hips bucking against his face as he licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her depths. He could feel her muscles tensing, her breath hitching as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. With each stroke of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, he pushed her further, until finally, with a cry that was muffled by the rubber hood, she came undone, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she rode out the intensity of her release.

Michael undid the cuffs from Kay's ankles with a swift, efficient motion. He lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders, opening her up completely to him. The position allowed for a deeper penetration, a more intimate connection, and he took full advantage of it.

With a single, fluid thrust, he entered her, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming heat. Kay moaned, the sound muffled by the rubber hood, her body arching to meet his as he began to move. His hips rolled in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust deliberate and powerful, designed to drive her to the brink of ecstasy once more.

Michael could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body responding to his with an intensity that matched his own. He leaned forward, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

Kay's breath came in ragged gasps, her moans growing louder, more insistent, as he drove her towards another orgasm. Michael could feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls increasing with each thrust. He reached down, his rubber-clad hand finding her clit, his fingers circling and teasing as he continued to fuck her with a relentless intensity.

Kay's body tensed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock as she cried out, her second orgasm tearing through her. The sensation of her coming undone around him was enough to push Michael over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, his body shaking with the force of his release.

Micheal pushed her legs wide apart and let them drop to the bed on either side of him. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Michael, still hard within her, leaned down, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they had forged in the heat of their passion.

They sat at the kitchen table. Micheal had called in to work; they had showers and dressed, and Kay had persuaded Michael to wear rubber underpants rather than the pink panties he was forced to wear yesterday. They had talked about the call she was going to make to her Auntie, Sheila Adams**, but she warned that Sheila would likely want something in return. 

Shiela Adams was a powerful figure in a Kent crime family. She and her brother, Lance, had tendrils in pretty much any kind of organized crime you could imagine. 

**See my story "Marcus Makes A Mistake."