I stood in the doorway, staring into a room which, last I knew, had been an unfinished portion of her basement. Roughly fifteen feet on a side, it was now unlike any basement I'd ever seen.

There were no windows. The only light in the room came from tall white candles mounted in holders spaced along the walls.

The wall to my right was brick, with steel rings bolted into it in various locations. The wall to my left was covered entirely with mirrors. In front of the mirrors was what appeared to be a flat table mounted so that it could tilt various ways. It too had steel rings on it. The wall opposite the door was painted off-white, and I could not see the wall the door was in. A chain was suspended from the middle of the ceiling, and there were a few more rings up there as well.

And, against the far wall, was a chair. A large, expensive, rather old-looking chair with wooden arms and a tall, straight back. Not quite a throne, it didn't take much imagination to tell it could well serve the same purpose.

She stood beside me, enjoying my reaction. Her eyes glowed, her nipples pressed against her white silk top. I gazed into the room, then at her, half wondering when she'd done this - and half wondering how long it would be before I found myself in that room.

Chained to the wall.

I swallowed hard and turned to her without going in. "Um... wow... when did you do this?" Despite my surprise and more than slight nervousness, my cock was expanding rapidly.

She smiled that smile at me. "You've been working on it for two months."

Needless to say, that took me totally by surprise. I had done this? For two months? She laughed at my expression, which consisted of a flapping jaw and wide eyes.

"Why does that surprise you?" she asked, getting the better of her mirth. "I can control what you feel. I can control what you think. I can control what you do. I can control what you remember. I've said before, you belong to me. All of you. So, yes, you did all this, except for the bricks. You were hypnotized every time, and I told you not to remember."

Two months. For two months I'd been building what amounted to a dungeon, and I didn't know a damn thing about it.

My cock was so hard it hurt.

I didn't know what to say. All I could do was stare at her in shock, feeling the sweat beginning, feeling my cock pulsing inside my Dockers. I felt dizzy, and didn't think it was because of her eyes this time.

Those brown eyes.

Those deep brown eyes that I could just fall into forever...

I blinked, and she vanished.

Startled, I spun around, wondering where the hell she'd gone. Then I looked into the room. She was there, sitting in that chair. Looking at me.

Gone were the black pants and white top. She now wore black leather pants, a black bustier, open-toed black shoes, and a reddish-pinkish shawl. The smile was gone, and the gleam in her eyes had become a smoldering fire.

I now knew what had happened. Her eyes had captured me again, pulling me in, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, captivating. And as I'd stood there, entranced, she'd changed and sat down.

Building a dungeon. Standing helpless under her spell. There seemed no end to her power over me. How many other times, I wondered, had I fallen into those eyes, and not known a thing about it? I truly did belong to her.

My cock was aching.

"Come in here. Come in here where you belong." Her voice was low, her eyes fixed upon me.

For a second I just stood there, staring at her, knowing that this was beyond anything we'd done before, and if I went into that room my life would never be the same again. But I had to go in, and I knew it. She knew it.

She was right. That was where I belonged.

"Yes, Mistress," i said, and i took one step into the room.

The instant my foot hit the tiled floor, i knew something was wrong. Not with my being there, but something else. i belonged there, but something just wasn't right. Then it came to me.

i got down on my hands and knees and crawled into the room. She nodded, just once, just barely. i crawled to where She sat, waiting for me.

"Good boy. Yes, this is definitely where you belong, and that is just how you belong. On your knees at my feet. That puts you in just the right place to give me a foot massage, doesn't it, my sweet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She leaned back in Her chair, watching me. i lifted one shoe and ever so carefully slipped it off Her lovely foot. Red polish with sparkles adorned each toenail. i held Her bare foot in my hands, warming it, and brought it up to my mouth, where i breathed on Her toes. Then i kissed the bottom of Her big toe before slipping it into my mouth for a moment.

"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......."

i massaged Her foot top and bottom, and each toe as well. Finished, i lowered Her foot back to the floor and picked up Her other foot. The shoe was removed, and Her big toe was kissed before going into my mouth. i massaged Her foot thoroughly before placing it back on the floor.

Then i knelt before Her, silent.

"Good boy," She whispered after a moment. The silence returned and stretched on, as i knelt there feeling my cock straining the seams of my Dockers.

"Stand up." i did. She rose as well. Reaching for me, She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Without a word She walked past me, to the wall with the door. i dared not turn to see what She was doing. i heard a drawer or cupboard open and close, and She returned a moment later carrying three things. my breath caught in my throat when i saw what they were.

Still silent, She handed me one of them. i took it, hands shaking, and nodded. Heart pounding, i put the collar around my neck and fastened it. i was shaking so bad it took a while, but i managed it. She watched without a word. When i was done, She stared deep into my eyes, reached up, and carefully snapped the leash to the collar. The clicking sound signified much more than a simple mechanical connection. i'd worn the collar before, but i knew that this time, it was effectively on forever. Whether it was physically on or not, i belonged to Her.

God, i loved Her.

She began to slowly wrap the leash around Her hand, and soon i was being tugged down and toward Her. i leaned down, pulled very, very close to Her. Inches from Her face, She stared deep, deep into my eyes.

"I don't have to hypnotize you, baby. I never did. You belong to me, body and mind. You've known it for a while. Today you're going to understand what it means."

my whole body was trembling. Not from fear, although i was extremely nervous. i wanted this, and yet at the same time i felt as if i was in a movie, watching someone else play the part of me. But that's how i'd lived a good part of my life, i realized. Watching myself play the part of me.

That vixenish gleam returned to Her eyes, and She smiled wickedly. "But I may hypnotize you anyway. You'll never know, my pet. You'll never know whether you're hypnotized or not. You'll never know if the next word I say, or the next movement of my body, will drop you down into hypnosis. And you'll find that it doesn't even matter. I control your body. I control your mind. You belong to me, hypnotized or not."

"Yes, Mistress," i replied, my voice wavering. i knew in the very center of my being that She was right. i belonged to Her.

God, i loved Her.

The scent of Her perfume wafted over me, enveloping me, a tangible force binding me to Her almost as solidly as the collar and leash.

She stared at me, deep, deep into my eyes, and i could not help but drift toward them. Toward them, down into them, deeper and deeper into them. Her smile widened, and She spoke.

"No, no, pet, not now. Come back. We have so much to do."

i blinked to clear my mind, and as i did so, She pushed me back into the middle of the room. Her eyes went up over my head, and i looked that way as well.

Directly above my head was the shackle in the middle of the ceiling. From it hung a pulley with a chain through it. One end of the chain led to a bracket on the wall next to Her chair, and it was looped around and held by the bracket. She let go of the leash for a moment. "Stay," She commanded, and walked over to take the other end of the chain from the bracket. She walked back to me, and the chain above me snaked slowly downward, until at last a few inches of it rested on the back of my neck. i shivered, feeling the cold steel against me, seeing the look of wanton desire in Her eyes.

The other thing She had taken from the cupboard was a pair of handcuffs. She held them up, and i held my shaking hands before me, wrists crossed. "Good boy," She purred as She fastened the cuffs, binding my wrists together. In the center of the cuff chain was a D-ring, which She attached to the snap on the end of the chain hanging from the ceiling. Again, the click as it latched drew a shudder, and a stifled moan.

She stepped back and took the loose end of the chain in Her hands. Backing up, She moved to the wall, drawing the chain with Her, and causing my arms to rise up over my head. Reaching the wall, She pulled more slack out of the chain until my arms were pointing straight up, held by the chain. She fastened the end of the chain back around the bracket and came back to me.

i stood there, almost hung there, my arms suspended above me, wrists bound together, collared and leashed. i was so hot, and so, so nervous. It was such a strange feeling, comforting and yet... disquieting.

For several moments She just stood in front of me, looking at me with that fire in Her eyes. Then She walked around me, slowly, examining me. From behind She reached around and undid my belt. i closed my eyes and trembled, but She just left it hanging there, open, and resumed Her inspection of me.

In front of me again, She knelt down and pulled my zipper down with Her teeth. i could not contain the moan this time, and it echoed through the candle-lit room. Rising, She walked around me, dragging Her palms, Her nails, over my chest, sides, back, and abdomen. Around and around She went, as my body shook.

"Take your shoes off," came Her voice from behind me. Knowing it would do me no good to point out that my hands were bound above my head, i kicked them off and away. "Good boy. Now your socks," She said, the amusement clear in Her voice.

i realized that i could slip my toe inside my opposite sock and drag it down. i worked it off, then did the same for the other one. "Good boy," came Her voice from right behind my ear, and i felt Her tongue tracing my earlobe. my body jerked against the chain and i moaned loudly. That made me crazy - and She knew it, of course.

"Should I ask you to undo your pants, too?" For a moment i panicked, wondering how in hell i was going to undo the snap with no hands. But She slipped Her arms around me, worked Her hands down inside my pants, and pulled hard to the sides, popping the button right off the pants. "Take them off the rest of the way."

Testing how much weight the chain would hold, i decided that it would indeed support my weight. Raising my legs, i wiggled them around, and my Dockers slowly slid down to my ankles. From there it was a simple matter to kick them away, and i stood suspended, wearing a collar, a leash, and my shorts.

i could feel my heart pounding, i could feel myself sweating. i could feel the goosebumbs.

She was standing in front of me again. "Pick your legs up." i did, again suspended from the chain. She reached out and pulled my shorts down and off, exposing my cock at last.

"I own you, baby. I control you. If want your cock hard - it will be hard. I control it, not you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," i said softly.

God, i loved Her.

"Open your eyes, my pet."

i did, slowly. She was in front of me, Her black leathers shining, Her bustier drawing my eyes to Her breasts. Her pink shawl had been left on the chair at some point.

"Look around."

i did. Her chair, the rack, the mirror which showed me hanging from the ceiling. Behind me, the brick wall to which at some point i would be bound. And now i could see the wall by the door, which contained a large closet. i didn't ask what was in it. i could guess some things, and i knew i'd find out sometime anyway.

"What are you thinking right now?"

i looked around again. i had built this. i was suspended from the ceiling. She stood before me, eyes glowing, nipples taut, Her breath rapid and shallow.

"This is where i belong," i said without really meaning to say it out loud. Realizing i had, i looked at Her and, taking a deep breath, repeated it in a stronger voice. "This is where i belong, Mistress."

She closed Her eyes and i literally watched the shiver run up and down Her spine. Opening Her eyes again, She looked at me. "Yes, my sweet slave, you do."

Slave. i'd never liked that word, and i wasn't sure i did now. It had always conveyed a sense of something less than human to me. Even the term pet held a sense of worth, a sense of caring. Slave didn't have that feeling.

Seeing as how i was hanging from a ceiling, i was in no position to argue the issue. But She saw my expression and recognized it.

"You don't like that word." It was not a question.

"No, Mistress."

There was silence. She looked at me for a moment, then went over to the closet. A moment later She returned with what i recognized as a flogger - and in Her other hand was a large red feather. i tried hard not to cringe.

She dragged the flogger down my chest and over my cock and balls. She then flicked it at my balls, catching them squarely and drawing a grunt of surprise and discomfort. "And why don't you like that word, my little slave?"

The feather danced over my nipples, and my reply was lost in the unintelligible sound which emerged from my mouth.

"Do you deny that I own you?" She asked as the flogger caught me firmly on the ass. my reply became a yelp.

"Do you deny that I can control your every thought, your every move?"

The feather was between my legs running up and down the inside of my thighs, and the flogger was batting back and forth across my nipples. This time i couldn't even think straight enough to answer.

Panting, i opened my eyes to find Her right in front of me, staring deep into my eyes. "Sounds like a slave to me," She said simply.

That was the end of that debate, such as it was. She was still for a moment, gazing at me, the fire in Her eyes burning bright. Then She went back to the closet and returned with a blindfold.

As it went over my eyes, She spoke, Her voice low and raw with lust and power. "You won't know if you're hypnotized. You won't know where I am or what I'm doing. You won't know whether you're going to feel my lips around your cock, or a whip against your ass. You won't know whether you're coming... or going... under... deeper and deeper... under...."

i was so conditioned to Her voice, so utterly captivated by Her power that even those few words were enough to start me down on my journey into trance. But again, She had other ideas.

"No, my slave, not now. Come back, my pet. Come back and feel the blindfold. Now you can't see anything... except the visions I put in your mind, whether you're hypnotized or not. The only sound in the room is my voice. I own you, I control you, you belong to me, my helpless little slave. My sweet pet. My captured tiger."

The blindfold went over my eyes. The last thing i saw was Her deep brown eyes, glowing with fire.

Then it was silent. Totally silent. It stretched on, and on. For how long? Was i hypnotized? Had Her eyes taken me before disappearing? Was i even now shuddering under the blows of Her flogger, or writhing under the intense stimulation of Her feather? Or was i really hanging, nude and bound, in the middle of Her dungeon?

i gasped as soft, warm, wet lips closed around my left nipple. i moaned as She sucked it, then nibbled it, none too gently. i felt it swell, felt it harden as She attended to it. Then Her lips were gone, and the feather was circling my nipple, teasing, torturing, making me smile, moan, groan, writhe, whimper. On and on it went, one nipple, then the other, as She moved back and forth, side to side, one nipple to the other, and back again. Lips, feather, tongue, teeth. i could not help but wonder when the flogger was going to strike. My nipples were hard and tight, and then She was gone. Was this it? Was the flogger next?

No. Something hard closed around my nipple, tighter and tighter. She was putting nipple clamps on me, and they didn't feel like the ones i was familiar with. Instead of actually pinching the nipple from both sides, flattening it, these seemed to close around them, circling them like Her lips had, but oh so much tighter. In the past nipple clamps fell off me after a while, as they lost their grip on my nipples. i didn't think these would ever fall off. They were so tight, so close-fitting. i moaned, i shuddered, my knees went weak. i dangled from the chain as She tightened them even more. And She kept on tightening them until i cried out. Then She backed them off, just a tiny, tiny bit, leaving them right on the ragged edge of actual pain.

Her voice, and Her warm breath, were in my ear.

"Does that hurt, slave?"

Not exactly, but it had. i knew She would never HURT me, for real, but i also knew that She didn't mind at all watching me squirm a bit.

"No, Mistress."

Sure enough, they tightened again, tightened until i gasped.

And She left them there, ever so tight, with me moaning.

"My poor little slave boy."

Biting my lip, i stopped moaning.

Warm breath on my balls, a wet tongue darting over them. my cock was rock-hard within seconds. The tip of it slid into Her mouth and stayed there for a few ecstatic, agonizing seconds, then She moved away. i stood there, breathing hard, my cock twitching, and heard Her voice in my ear.

"Starst..." That was all i heard.

i could hear again, but the blindfold was still on. i was still dangling from the chain, and now i could tell i was wearing a cock ring and a cage. It felt different than my old one, although i couldn't explain how.

i heard a click, felt my cock twitch. She had snapped something onto the cock cage. She was in front of me, and i heard Her standing up. She took hold of my collar and snapped something else to the D-ring. i raised my head, for what reason i didn't know - and my cock came up with my head. She had chained my cock to my collar.

"I own you, baby," She purred in my ear. "My sweet slave, my poor helpless pet. My chained tiger. You belong to me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." i did. i really did.

God, i loved Her.

"Good boy."

She squeezed my cock once. i moaned, and She continued.

"You look so hot hanging there. Hanging from the ceiling like a play toy for me, like a live sex toy. I can do anything I want with you - and I will. I am so wet right now, baby, so fucking wet. Here - see how wet I am."

A few seconds later, two fingers, two wet, tangy fingers, slipped into my mouth. i tasted Her, savored Her, licked Her fingers clean. Wait a minute - had She taken off the leathers? Was She standing beside me, naked, Her nipples hard and aching? Damn this blindfold...

"You want more, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Hmm.. maybe later. If you're good."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

She was behind me, close to me, i could sense it. Her arms went around me, and Her body pressed against my back, warm and soft and - naked. Her nipples pressed into my back, and She moved back and forth slightly, rubbing Her nipples against me. "Poor baby wants it so much."

Yes, i did.

i gasped again as She reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls, squeezing hard. "I own you, baby. You will get what I want to give you, when I want to give it to you. But you...." She paused and moved around in front of me. i heard Her, sensed Her, kneeling again, and i trembled.

"But you, baby... you will give what I want, when I want it. And right now I want..." She fell silent and took my entire cock into Her mouth, all the way down to the cock ring. One hand was back between my legs, squeezing and bouncing my balls. i stood there, eyes closed beneath the blindfold, as She sucked and licked and squeezed. Then i felt Her hand moving again, back, back, and one finger pressed that sensitive area just in front of my asshole. i moaned aloud, and my knees gave way, dropping me an inch or so, suspending me entirely from the chain.

"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." She said from around my cock. Her finger was wiggling, teasing, closer to my anus, then away, closer then away, and all the time my cock was sliding in and out of Her mouth.

i shuddered wildly, groaning and whimpering. God, i didn't want this to stop.

It stopped. Suddenly She was gone, and between my heavy breaths i could tell She was standing up again.

"Well. That was enjoyable."

i groaned again, wanting Her finger back where it was, wanting Her mouth back where it was. But it was not to be.

"Do you want to say something, slave?"

Yes, i did. i wanted Her back. i wanted my cock in Her mouth.

i wanted Her finger to slide into my ass.

But... "No, Mistress."

"Hmm..." She didn't sound convinced, of course.

i hadn't gotten my breath back yet when i felt the feather dancing over my throbbing cock. To go from the pure bliss of a mouth around it to the indescribable sensation of a feather teasing it was like shifting gears without a clutch. i gasped, my knees let go again, and i dropped, once again hanging from the chain. She didn't stop, dragging the feather up and down the length of my cock, batting it over my balls, caressing the insides of my thighs with it. It was making me crazy, my sounds were incoherent, i was writhing uncontrollably.

"This is so fucking hot," She said, Her voice shaking.

Already at the far edge of reason, i could not reply. To make matters more interesting, every time my head jerked around, my cock went with it.

How long She tortured me for i had no idea. All of a sudden i realized the feather was gone, and i hung there, limp, fighting for air. Her arms went around me, Her nipples pressed against my chest, and Her lips meshed with mine.

"Such a good boy." i started to smile.

"Starstr..."

She was sitting in Her chair again, and i was kneeling on all fours at Her feet. She was nude still, legs crossed, and i peered up into that hot, wet place that i wanted so much to be.

The blindfold was gone. The cock cage, collar, and nipple clamps were still in place, as was the chain between the collar and cock cage. A chain leading from me to Her told me the leash was back on.

Somehow, in that moment, it seemed so right. i was on my hands and knees at Her feet, collared and leashed. i belonged to Her. i was Her pet.

i was Her... slave.

"That is such a sexy position," She said, rising. She walked around me as She had before, looking at me from all angles. "Hmm, hmm, hmm. So hot." As She moved the leash moved as well, and i felt the cold links slide over my back as She walked behind me.

"In fact... it is SO hot... that I think..."

She reappeared in front of me - holding a harness.