Peter stopped in shock, at the sight of Claire, in her business suit, sitting in the armchair; phone in hand. “W..,what are…I…you…”? Claire lifted one hand, shushing him, and turned her hand to point at the floor by her feet; not taking her eyes from the phone screen, until he was kneeling where she had indicated.

“Wellll, that was some show you put on. I didn’t expect that; thank you.” Peter blanched “What? You…you didn’t see….?” She smiled at him, amused. “See? Oh yes. I watched. And I recorded, for rewatching whenever I want.” Peter swallowed hard. “Recorded? Oh, no. Please delete it. Please.” Claire snorted. “Hardly. What would be the point in recording it, just to delete it again.” She laughed at his expression. “Besides, there’s more to come yet, in a manner of speaking.” She chuckled at his confused look. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to cum. Repeatedly, in fact. Whether or not you do, remains to be seen.” “But….what are you planning to do?” She patted him head, as though he was a house pet. “Stop worrying. All in good time. For now, go get me a drink.” She paused, considering. “And you can get one for yourself, if you want.” Glad to have something to actually do, he got up, and went to the kitchen, returning with two beers; hers decanted into a glass. He had the presence of mind to kneel beside her, to offer her the glass. “Thank you Peter. Well done. I’ll have you trained well, at this rate.” Peter felt himself redden at the praise, and the intimation of being trained. He took a swig of his beer, hoping to calm his jangling nerves.

A few minutes of silence passed, while she waited for him to calm; his tension was palpable, and she knew her plans would be harder to carry out, if he was too tense, which was why she’d allowed him the beer. Eventually, she spoke, her free hand resting possessively on his shoulder, toying idly with the bra strap. “I want you to just be quiet and listen now, and I’ll explain all you need to be aware of, right now.” She waited for his nod, and continued. “In a few moments, we will go back in the bedroom. I want you to kneel on the bed, near the top, facing me. Nothing else for the moment. Do you understand me?” The instructions were clear enough; he nodded, and she stroked his head; a strangely soothing experience. “Good boy.”

He felt her hand at his collar, then the weight of a leash pulled gently from the front of it, hanging down in front of him before arcing up to her hand. She put down her glass, and slowly stood, stretching. She waited for him to put his bottle aside, and hesitantly stand, before she led him to the bedroom. The feeling of being led on a lead was a new one to Peter; it evoked some primal sensations within him; sensations he’d never felt before. He squirmed, feeling the wet patch grow on the front of the panties, as they clung to his caged member.

In the bedroom, he knelt as instructed. Claire dropped the leash on the bed in front of him, and slowly walked to the foot of the bed, turning to face him. Two spots of colour dotted her cheeks, and her voice had become noticeably throatier, as her own arousal began to rise. “No words, Peter. Just watch.” Slowly, sensually, Claire gave him a sensual and vibrant striptease. He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully as he stared at her show; her movements serving only to heighten his desire, simultaneously reminding him of the chastity device he was locked into. Naked, save her panties, her hands roamed her body, almost a copy of the movements he had made, earlier. He caught the musky scent of her arousal; heard the slippery wetness as her fingers toyed below the elastic, saw the growing patch on her underwear, that probably matched the one on his. Her fingers delved deeper, legs parting, as her tongue ran across her lips, sweat standing on her body as her movements quickened. Her eyes fixed on him, she shuddered, moaning “ohhh, Peter. You will be all mine.”, as her passion overcame her.

Gasping for breath, she stepped to the bed, smiling at him. She kissed him softly, before pulling his arms behind him, and clipping the wrist cuffs together. She reached under the bed, pulling out a fifth box, and resting it on the bed before him. “This one. This one is for me to wear.. but I’ve one more thing for you, first.” She peeled the sodden panties down her body, and as she bent to pick them up, she picked up something else. Claire stepped closer to Peter. “Open your mouth for me.” Peter was beyond the point of argument or discussion; he just obeyed. Smiling, Claire wadded her panties, and stuffed them in his mouth, before fastening a leather muzzle over his mouth, buckling it tightly, so he had no chance of removing them. She grabbed the pillows, stacking them in the middle of the bed, before again lifting his leash, to guide him where she wanted him.

When she pulled him forward, so he was laid face down over the pile of pillows, he thought he may have finally realised what Claire intended. Turning his head to the side, seeing her lift a large strap on harness from the box, he whimpered softly. Yes, they’d talked about the possibility; but he hadn’t known it would happen like this, while he was in this position. He shuddered, yet, as he felt her hand between his legs, he could also feel the painful throb of his cock. “Ohhh, I think someone is eager for me to pop their cherry.”

Peter shuddered at her words, the taste of Claire’s juices in his mouth, as he felt her take up a position behind him on the bed. He moaned, feeling the pull as she slowly eased the plug out of him, her hand caressing his caged cock through the wet material. “You’ve made such a mess in your panties already. I wonder if you will cum when I fuck you? I do hope so - I’m quite sure that I will, anyway.”