Bonds of Trust

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Taking Stock of Kyou

 Kyou stood back and looked over his room, and not for the first time.  It was his room...his lovely mistress had actually given him his own room!  And not only that, he had decorated it the way he wanted.  He had his own bathroom, his own table, his own wardrobe!  He had plenty of clothes to choose from, and he even had more magazines that Gloria had given him to look through!  He looked to his dresser, over the large selection of cosmetics, and at his assortment of different collars and jewelry...and it was all his to choose to wear as he wanted; unless Gloria had a special request of course.

                 

He couldn't help but beam a smile over his neat and orderly domain, at the neatly trimmed flowers by the window, the white and blue drapes, the thick, blue carpet, his very own bed!  It was all very dreamlike; Nora had never treated him with any sort of respect, nothing even close, and had never even considered giving him any kind of freedom at all; Gloria had actually let him go shopping!  By himself!  It was surprising, but even after just a handful of weeks, his previous life seemed so far away, so very long ago.  All of the girls in the Dungeon had treated him so well, just like one of the family.  Even Galatea’s monthly training sessions weren’t that bad, despite what Seiko may have thought.

                 

After admiring and trying to come to terms with actually having a very large amount of freedom a bit longer, Kyou couldn't resist returning to the wardrobe and closet, already quite full with dozens of outfits he had yet to try.  Removing his soft silken robe, he neatly folded it and sat it aside, leaving him nude as he picked through the hangers.  Which one to try next?  Maybe the blue silk Chinese style dress with the really high cut thigh opening?  Or perhaps the very tight leather strap dress and hobble skirt?  No, better save that for one for when Gloria was there to help him get into it.  Oh, maybe the very business-like blouse and skirt combo and some tights…

                 

A knock at his door drew him out of his thoughts.  A quick sniff, and his ears raised.  Hurrying to the door, he flung it open, and spread his arms.  “Mistress!” he said excitedly, smiling as he hugged Gloria, nuzzling his face against her large, warm bosom.  One arm went around him in return.

                 

“Oh, did I interrupt you with something, Kyou?” the blond succubus asked after a moment of enjoying Kyou’s affection.

                 

“Not really, I was just trying to decide what to wear next,” he said, leaning up to press his lips to Gloria’s.  She didn’t resist, eagerly pressing her lips against his, their tongues entwining for several long, wonderful moments.  Finally pulling back, a bit light-headed, Kyou smiled up to her, but cocked his head to the side.  “Is there something wrong?  You seemed a little, er, distracted, I guess.”

                 

Gloria smiled at him, and as they pulled apart, he saw that she was holding a rather large equipment case in her free hand.  She nodded her head toward the room, and he back up to allow her entry.  “I’ve got a meeting that’ll probably take about three hours or so today.  It’s the kind of thing I can’t stand, dealing with lawyers and investors and all that sort of thing.  I’d love to hand the lot of them over to Melody and Galatea for a few days, but, well, sometimes we just have to dream, I guess.”

                 

Kyou smiled warmly, taking her hand as she sat upon his bed and sitting next to her, her case resting on the floor to the side.  “I wish I could help you, mistress, but I just don’t know anything about business…not to mention that most of the laws just confuse me when I try to read them.”

                 

Her grin turned slightly darker, and Kyou felt a tingle go down his spine as her hand caressed his cheek, making him blush.  “Oh, don’t fret, dear, sweet Kyou; you’ll be helping me in your own way, in a way only you can, in fact.  I’ll…be very frustrated, I’m sure, after this, and I want you to feel the same way.  That way, when I get back, we can relieve each others stress for the rest of the night, hot, hard, and heavy.  Does that sound good?”

                 

He couldn’t stop himself from purring, his tail raised excitedly behind him.  “Oh, mistress, of course!  That sounds wonderful!”

                 

“You’re so sweet and understanding,” she said, taking a slow breath as she gazed at him.  “Get yourself some makeup on and braid your hair, sweetheart.  And um…just some thigh-highs and a pair of gloves after that.”

               

Kyou leaned in and kissed her cheeks before rising from the bed.  “As my mistress wishes,” he said in a low, sweet purr.  He sauntered to his dresser, glancing over his shoulder and fluttering his eyelashes at her.  Gloria watched with rapt attention, seemingly lost in his beauty as he began getting himself ready.

                 

A few minutes later, Kyou’s long, silky hair was wound behind him in a multi-stranded braid, his face decorated with a lovely mix of makeup that made his girlish features even more prominent, especially his lovely red lips.  Once properly enhanced, Kyou put on a show for his mistress, a slow, sensual, and most certainly enticing ‘dress tease’, showing off his erotic dancing as he slipped on a pair of blue silk thigh-highs and a matching opera-style gloves.  Long before the end of it, he was already sporting a fairly impressive hard-on.

                 

“Mistress, I-” he started after returning to Gloria’s side, but was cut off as his package was grabbed up by Gloria as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.

               

Gloria pressed him against her, her mouth sucking hard at his, her tongue forcefully taking his.  Kyou moaned, his cock getting harder as she stroked it slowly.  She pulled away a few moments later, a line of saliva momentarily connecting their mouths.  “Oh, you naughty boy!  Getting me horny before a meeting!”

               

 Kyou blushed, purring as she continued working her hand around his shaft.  “Well, you said you’d be frustrated, so, I guess I just…um…thought I’d help you out a little more?”

                 

Gloria shook her head, her eyes narrowed seductively as she spun him around, wrapping her arm around his chest, her lips kissing his neck, her hand still slowly stroking him harder and harder.  “You’re so considerate, Kyou…but you’re making me wet, you know that?  I might have to change my panties before the meeting.”

                 

“You can borrow some of mine,” Kyou offered, panting from Gloria’s attention on his manhood.

                 

“Why, you little harlot!” Gloria laughed.  “Get down there and see what you’ve done to me!”

                 

“Yes, ma’am!” Kyou replied with a laugh, turning and dropping to his knees as she let go of his manhood.  He raised her skirt with his hands, spying the growing wet spot on the front of her skimpy red panties.  Licking his lips, Kyou kissed the spot, then pressed his tongue into the moist material and between Gloria’s hot, swelling lips.  It only took a few moments for Gloria to moan, and eagerly begin pressing her pussy against Kyou’s face.  His tongue pressed deeply into her despite the flimsy material in his way, tasting her sweet juices.

                 

Gloria's moaning continued, getting louder and coming faster, her breath coming in quick, lusty pants.  “Oh, Kyou, you're so good at that!  I'm going to come if you keep that up!”  Her fingers grasped his hair, holding him, pressing him against her.

                 

“You can always have me stop,” Kyou said quickly, playfully, before diving right back in with his tongue, knowing that she couldn't resist him for much longer.  Her panties were completely soaked, her juices running down her thighs toward her stockings.  He couldn't deny his own excitement, feeling his cock rising between his legs.

                 

Gloria suddenly pushed him back, panting loudly, squeezing her legs together.  “No, no...you have to stop,” she breathed, finally looking down to him, her face showing her frustration clearly, “ I can't go in to these kinds of meetings relaxed; I need to be on edge.”

               

 Kyou, on the other hand, smiled up to her sweetly, licking her juices off his lips.  “Kyou is only trying to please his mistress.  It's not his fault he's so good at what he does.”

                 

“Why you smug little...” Gloria started, standing taller, hands on her hips as she looked down at him with mock anger, struggling to keep herself from smiling.  “I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, aren't I, you little tease.”  She pointed a finger to the edge of the bed.  “Sit there, and spread your legs,” she ordered.

                 

“Yes, mistress,” Kyou replied, still grinning even though he was supposed to be playing the part of the frightened slave.  He rose and sat on the bed, spreading his legs, his hard cock rising of its own accord.  Gloria already had something in her hand, something he had expected.  “Oh, no, mistress, please not that!” he said, feigning fear.

                 

“No, slave, you're not talking your way out of this!” she replied, her large breasts looming in front of his eyes before she crouched down in front of him.  Her lips brushed the head of his cock, then her tongue, her breath hot over his manhood.  He moaned softly, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them as she took his length into her mouth, sliding her tongue along it as she brought him fully inside and into her throat.  She continued working her head up and down upon his cock for nearly a minute, making him harder and more excited, his hips instinctively thrusting as he panted.

                 

Suddenly Kyou yelped, feeling something closing around the base of his shaft.  “Mistress!” he begged, knowing it was coming, but she had brought him so close to climax!  Gloria smirked haughtily, sliding her lips slowly from his shaft as she tightened the narrow strap, finally securing it around the base.  As Kyou leaned back, gripping the bedsheets tightly in his hands, Gloria continued her work, tightening another strap just below the head of his cock, and a third around his scrotum, this one wider, securing his balls almost painfully.

                

 “How's my little girly boy feeling now, hmm?” Gloria teased, licking his head once again, making Kyou feel the straps even more keenly.  As he whimpered, not in pain, but frustration, Gloria secured another strap around his shaft, this one wider, complete with a vibrating egg secured to it.  Smirking, Gloria set it to its lowest setting, just enough to keep him hot and bothered.  “A naughty device for a naughty boy,” she teased, rising and leaning in to kiss him softly upon his lips.  “Lay down in the center of the bed, on your stomach, head toward the foot of the bed, 'kay?”

                 

“Oh, yes, mistress,” Kyou said softly, sliding backwards and bringing himself into position, his tightly bound package pressing into the bed, making the experience even more agonizing.  He turned his head toward her as she opened the case she'd brought with her, curious as to what lay inside.

She looked at him from over the edge of the case lid, smiling.  “You're so adorable...do you ever get tired of me saying that?”

                 

“Not at all, mistress,” Kyou replied with a hake of his head, blushing.  “I love it when you compliment me.”

                

 “Good; I'll make sure to keep doing it, then.  Now, this is going to be a bit different, but I'm sure you can handle it.  Trust me, you'll be just as worked up and frustrated and ready for some wild sex as I'll be when I let you out of this.  I had it custom made, just for you, sweetheart.”  She lifted the device from the case, and it took a moment for Kyou to realize what it was once she rested it on the bed.  It was made of lightly stained wood, thick and sturdy, no doubt a bit heavy, with three holes in the central area, each lined with strips of padded leather, each slightly angled and not quite circular. 

                 

It was a pillory of some kind, and with Kyou's past experiences, and how she had him positioned, he quickly figured out how it worked.  “Oh, mistress, that's really neat!  I'm not going to be able to move in that thing at all!”

                 

Gloria chuckled, rubbing her hand into his hair and behind his ear.  “That's the idea.  Now let's see if I can figure out how this thing works...” Kyou watched intently as Gloria removed the latches keeping the outer framework together, and slide its two halves away.  The central portion was actually composed of six pieces, slatted together and held there with latches on the top part of the pillory, two pieces composing each section that contained one of the holes.  Despite what she had said, Kyou could tell that Gloria had practiced with assembling and disassembling the device; she worked it apart too fluidly.

                 

Though he knew he was in for a long, uncomfortable experience, Kyou was still excited, and not just because of the little egg strapped to his cock.  As he watched, he was unconsciously rubbing his strapped manhood against the bed sheets, the straps feeling even tighter.  Once the pillory was disassembled, Gloria got atop the bed on her knees, beside Kyou, starting with his feet.  She crossed his legs at the ankles and bent them at his knees, spreading his knees as she pressed his ankles toward his back.  She fitted the first halves together around his ankles, adjusting their position until they and his ankles were just right, then latched them together.  The angled interior of the circle followed the contours of his ankles well, meaning that he could barely wiggle them.

                 

Gloria continued to the next section, bringing Kyou's arms behind him, crossing his wrists, but holding them up over his back.  This section fitted together like the previous one, and as his wrists were secured in place, he found them to be very much secure, unable to separate at all.  They were further restricted as Gloria fitted them against the ankle section, and then latched them together.  She sat back for a moment, watching him squirm.  “That looks good on you.  Feeling okay so far?”

                 

Kyou nodded, experiencing one of the firmest hogties he'd ever known; he had almost no movement, no wiggle room between his ankles and wrists.  “Yeah, it's not that bad at all.”

                 

Gloria's grin was positively devilish, which wasn't hard to accomplish really, being a succubus and all.  “We've not got the last part on yet.  Ready, sweetheart?”  Though she knew his answer, Gloria still waited for his nod before taking up the last section.  As he raised his chin, she fitted the wide, heavy wood around his neck, securing the latches.  Then, guiding him with her hands, she bent him somewhat backwards, forcing him to raise his chin quite high, before she connected the neck piece to the rest of the pillory. 

                 

“Oh, wow...that's strict,” Kyou groaned, completely unable to move, the pillory pressing under his chin and against his neck.  It wasn't so bad if he kept his head straight, but it would be fairly easy for him to choke if he would try to relax too much, though the width of the wood helped to mitigate it somewhat.  Gloria soon had the outer framework slid into place, and likewise latched together; this seemed to make the pillory even more restrictive, taking away any bit of flexibility it may have had between its latched components.  Kyou grunted, shifting what little he could, most of his weight on his stomach and engorged, swelling, and strapped cock.

                 

Gloria watched intently, shifting her thighs, getting excited as Kyou wiggled and grunted and groaned.  He looked so vulnerable with just his head, hands, and feet poking through the wood.  Looking at him from above, that's really all she could see, except for his tail, as it snaked back and forth.  “Delicious,” she mused, returning to the case for the last pieces of the puzzle, so to speak.  As Kyou acclimated to his new position, Gloria went about attaching padlocks to the latches, ensuring that he wouldn't be escaping without some bolt cutters and an accomplice.

                 

Gloria slid her hand beneath the pillory, rubbing Kyou's firm ass.  “How are you doing?  Still holding in there?”

                 

“Yeah,” Kyou replied, somewhat strained.  “I should be fine for a while, as long as I keep my head up.”

               

“That won't be a problem,” Gloria replied.  “Why do you think I had you braid your hair, hmm?”

                 

Kyou laughed, squirming again, his cock rubbing between him and the bed, already to the point that he could cum almost immediately should the straps be removed.  “I should have realized that!  Silly me.”

               

 Gloria smiled, scratching behind his ear before she wound a leather string around his braid, tugging it to make sure it was tight.  His hair was long enough to reach his ankles as is, but not long enough to tie it off to them.  So, she secured the leather string by wrapping it several times about his stocked ankles, pulling the braid taut, making sure that it forced his chin up off the pillory.  Once she was finished, she gave him a quick slap on his ass with her hand, making him grunt.  “Beautiful!  And frustrating as hell, isn't it?”

                 

“Uh-huh...you said this meeting was going to be about three hours?” Kyou asked, already feeling his muscles protesting the position.

                 

Gloria continued rubbing his ass, stroking his tail with her other hand.  “Usually...but they've been known to go a while longer.  But you won't mind; you'll be thinking of what comes after, won't you?”

              

 Kyou managed a laugh.  “I'm already thinking about that, mistress.”

               

 Gloria patted his ass one last time, rising from the bed and walking in front of him.  She leaned down, her large breasts swaying before his face.  “I'll give you a preview, how does that sound?”  Once he had nodded, which amounted to a little eager dip of his head, she turned her back to him, thrusting her butt toward him.  Her hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt, where her fingers snatched her soaked panties.  She moaned enticingly as she slipped them down her legs, careful to reveal nothing but the outline of her ass in the tight skirt.  She continued wiggling her ass for him once they had reached her knees, then finally slipped them completely from her legs.

                 

Kyou groaned, even whimpered as Gloria teased him, his cock throbbing in its crushed, strapped state.  He couldn't even move to offer himself any kind of relief, not even a little.  Her sex scent was overwhelming, filling his nostrils, mingling with his own in an arousing aroma of lust.  Gloria sensed his increased arousal, that much was obvious, because she waved the moist panties back and forth enticingly , her face showing her superior, dominant nature, the arrogance that she could portray very nearly on a whim.

               

 “Any thoughts on where these should go, hmm?  I wouldn't have to have taken them off if it wasn't for a certain naughty kitty,” she said in a smokey tone.

               

 “I know a place,” Kyou replied, more than happy to open his mouth wide.  Gloria rolled them so that the inner wet spot was facing outward and pushed them into his mouth, the wonderful smell of her bath soaps mixing with her stronger pussy juices filled his mouth, her wetness mingling with his tongue.  He purred happily, all the while Gloria wound several layers of duct tape around his mouth and head, ensuring they wouldn't go anywhere, not that he'd let them out of his mouth anyway.

               

 Moaning and sucking on her panties, his cock throbbing beneath him, Kyou's eyes followed her as she went to his underwear drawer, taking out a skimpy thong, sliding them up her legs, wiggling into them once they were all the way up on her hips.  Gloria approached him again after plucking something from his drawer, leaning down to kiss his forehead before she tightly wound one of his thicker wool stockings around his eyes, leaving him in darkness.

               

 “I suppose I should get going...can't keep the bloodsuckers waiting,” Gloria said at last, her fingers running beneath Kyou's chin.  She took a few steps toward the door, then paused.  “Oh, I can't resist; I have to indulge a little, don't I, sweetheart?”  She returned, sitting on the bed beside him.

               

 Kyou wondered what she would do, then found out, gasping, tensing against the wood as her fingers went to his stocking-covered feet, tickling wildly.  He laughed around her panties , biting down on them as he convulsed against the pillory.  His rigidly bound body wanted to thrash, but all he could do was manage a slight wiggle against the leather-padded, wooden prison she'd locked him into.  As she continued tickling, Kyou became short of breath, gasping through his nose while his lungs burned, his feet helpless against her onslaught.  His cock wasn't unaffected to say the least, getting harder, the straps biting into it fiercely.

                 

Gloria's tickling ended just as suddenly as it had started, and she rose from the bed.  Kyou panted and gasped, moaning into her panties.  As he came down from the rush, he managed to hear the door closing, Gloria's scent fading as her heels clicked down the hall and away from him.  He groaned, wiggling his cock into the bed, wishing that he could shoot his hot load, just once.  He cooled off slowly, shifting what little he could, but in no amount that could matter, his sweat causing the bed sheets to stick to him.  Gloria's juices trickled over his tongue and down his throat, squeezed from her panties, filling him with a desire he could only dream about fulfilling in his current state.  He worked his hands, trying to slip one loose, but they were held firmly, immovably by the pillory, to say nothing of his feet and neck.

                 

As the endorphins seeped away, he realized his muscles were aching, more and more, that his hard cock wasn't getting any limper, and that he was completely helpless to do anything about it.  The little vibration coming from the egg was annoying, keeping him just on edge.  Kyou finally sighed, listening to the silence of the room around him, only his breathing and his groaning to keep him company.  After what could only have been ten minutes, he knew Gloria's plan would be a success; he would most certainly be frustrated, and desperate for release.  She'd ride him hard, and he'd pound her hard in return.

                 

But...that was a long way away, and Kyou sighed, letting his head fall forward a bit, his hair pulling painfully against his scalp.  He had a long way to go yet, but he would be patient and endure.  He would not leave Gloria disappointed when the time came, not after everything she'd done for him; that much he promised himself. 

                

 In the meantime, though...there had to be some way to get comfortable in the pillory!  There just had to be!  Whimpering, knowing that he may be hoping for too much, Kyou still had to try, and began his futile wiggles once again, hoping for an early end to Gloria's meeting, and their mutual frustrations.