1. Her new toy

She asked me once.. if she chained me up and and put me in her cupboard to wait for her - would I be greatful? I was super horny at the time and the question just injected more excitement within me. I of course replied "yes", and she began to tease me with it, telling me she wondered how greatful I would be. I was lost in her voice and in the excitement i was feeling for her.

Without hesitation or shame I reveled all my secrets, my perversions and desires. My need to serve her, to be hers, to be used and abused by her. How i needed her cruelty, her direction....her love.

I remember the first time she put me in there, my hands were cuffed behind my back and a chain was led up from the cuffs to my neck. It wasnt exactly tight but it limited my movement. She first had me kneel on the floor next to her as typed on the computer....I almost fell over myself to get down there on the floor. I could see her taking note from the corner of her eye, but she continued to ignore me. She was drinking wine at the time and smoking a cigarette and said nothing for a while as she scrutinized her computer screen. She was logged on to a website called "collarme.com" and was sifting through messages from potential submissives.

I remeber feeling...well it was humiliating to be at her feet on my knees as she ignored me, then as her seat turned slightly and she thrust a foot out onto my lap. She considered me carefully as she smoked her cigarette and peered into my soul. "Rub" she stated flatly, I complied without hesitation, holding her gaze. Then she gave me half a smile and turned back to her screen.

I was very excited to be at last at the feet of my Goddess, and felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. She ignored me again for about 10 minutes before turning and blowing smoke into my face. "Cuffs"..she stated flatly once again. My knees were stiff already and hurt as I dragged myself painfully to the drawer by her bed to retrieve a pair of shiny handcuffs. As i was taking them out of the drawer I heard "bring the chain and padlocks too" from over my shoulder.

I looked back to see her smiling at me as she stubbed her cigarette out firmly into her ashtray. Her eyes didnt leave mine as she exhaled smoke and smiled playfully at me. My heart began to quicken in my chest like a drum. I crawled back on my knees and placed myself at her feet once again. I handed her the restraints as our eyes were locked together, I felt naked to her and fragile, vulnerable.

I was locked and secured before i knew and she invited me to the door of her walk in wardrobe. I was on my knees peering into the dark there and then i felt her foot on my shoulder. She thrust me into the wardrobe down amongst her shoes, I was trapped in my restraints and heard her laugh as the light disapeared followed by a click and then silence.

I was a mess for her and she knew it. As i lay there i became aware of various smells coming from her shoes and boots in the wardrobe - my face was pretty much buried in them! I heard her chair judder as she sat once again at her computer and the clicking of the keyboard from the wall to the left of me.

My heart was beating fast and i was overwelmed by feelings of excitement, fear and lust. I was alone, discarded, restrained and buried in the smell of her shoes, as she ignored me. I was waiting for her, I was a mess for her and wondered how long she would leave me here like this. I sought out the boots she wore when we first met at the airport, the smell was strong in them, they were leather with a short thin heel.

Some time later the door opened tried to look back to see her in the doorway but couldnt because of my restraints. She laughed at my predicament once again and the door closed leaving me once again a waiting lusty mess. The cliking from the keyboard outside resume and i breathed her scent deep, the intensity of my excitement was massive and i was yearning, lusting for her. The time period before she checked on me the second time seemed like forever and when she did open the door once again there was no smile, just silence as she observed me in my predicament.

I was plunged once again in the darkness and my fear was growing that I may be in here for some time, or did she expect something from me that i was missing. It crossed my mind that perhaps I was to abase myself even further by cleaning her shoes and boots with my tongue
As the thought completed itself, the door was opened once again and i was led back into the light......