Chapter 4: The truth about me

River POV;

*Trigger warning*

 

By 7 am I awoke to my phone still banging because of Lucas. I swear to God, this boy is going to regret that. He kept arguing, pleading, and begging through the messages the whole night. 

 

I stretched my tired arms and looked at the mess around me in my room. My room was a complete mess, I never had the time to clean during the week as it was chaotic at work. This needed to be handled before my session with Lucas by the night. 

 

I hardly dragged myself out of bed and immediately started cleaning. Shortly after, I enjoyed my breakfast at the same time as I prepared meals for the week. I always had difficulties doing one thing at a time, it had to be more than one thing for me to focus. I know it sounds unrealistic for many people but not for me. 

 

By noon, I was already done with housework which gave me time to enjoy some self-care and prepare for my session later this night. I took my sweet time picking an outfit, should it be the wild Catwoman? Or maybe the cruel teacher? Or would it be better with a good girl outfit, just to confuse him? 

 

It ended up being the good girl outfit with a short skirt and a white blouse battened up and tacked inside the skirt. I decided to skip on the bra under the blouse to spice it up a little and of course, a pair of high heels wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?  

 

I had the help of a clever engineer when I bought this apartment to take as much advantage of the small space as possible making it the perfect place for sessions. Chains and shackles were hidden in the ceil and walls to precisely chain up a man of average length and size. They were perfectly placed for wrists and ankles. Additionally, two round-shaped hooks were screwed into the main wall just in case I wanted to get creative with bondage. The engineer I once knew also helped me build a chair that went from an ordinary armchair to a BDSM chair within seconds, I called it the magical chair. He also built me a hidden closet where I could hang my tools on hooks and store outfits. The man was a piece of work with an extraordinary mind. 

 

'Ding Dong' the doorbell rang. I opened it and saw Lucas with an exhausted look on his sweet little face. It must be hard being in so much pain and longing for relief. A relief he only could find under my power and only by my hands. 

 

He stepped in and greeted me as usual by kneeling and kissing my hand. I let out my breath as his kiss burned its way to my heart. I had a thing for gentleness and obedience. They always broke their way straight to my heart; this was, by the way, how I found out about my sexual orientation. 

 

"You know the drill baby," I said firmly. He raised up and started stripping not raising his gaze from my feet. "Where do you want me, Mistress?" he asked nervously. 

 

To be fair, I wanted him under me licking his own doing after this burning kiss, but he needed to be punished for what he did yesterday so I answered, "on the wall facing me". He was nervous the whole way to the wall where he chained himself up and waited for me. He knew that what he did wouldn't go away without punishment. I walked straight to him in slow steps and blindfolded him. Then, I kept quiet for an hour which I knew felt like ages for him. 

 

Waiting is a cruel punishment if you ask me, especially if it is waiting bound by chains and naked in the cold with no heating system as I turned it off half an hour ago. Phycological punishments are just as painful as physical punishments, worse if combined. The art of merging these two kinds of punishments took me years to begin to understand. I am not even close to mastering this art yet, but I enjoy every second of the way. 

 

Walking toward Lucas who is freezing, he turns his face in my direction. He was cold sweating from all the stress, and I swear that I could see his heart beating through his neck. "Are you tired baby?" I whispered in his right ear holding his waist and pulling him closer to me. 

 

"Yes ma'am but I’m all yours, do with me as you please," he answered. One thing I liked most about Lucas, he didn't know much about BDSM, but he was full of obedience and respect for me, and he could take almost anything to please me. I adored his dedication. He was sweet, and caring and not to mention, had a high sex appeal. 

 

I took a candle and lit it up. He flinched at the sound of the lighter which made my heart jump with excitement. I rolled the flame against his inner right thigh allowing only the heat from the flame to touch him. He jerked back which made me order him to stand still as I supported his lower back with my left hand letting my right hand continue its work with the flame on his inner thighs. 

 

I let my flame wander upward, toward the lock that he still had on. He jumped up when the metal lock became a little warmer because of the flame, only for me to let out a little chuckle at him. 

 

When I saw the candle melting, I thought it was a waste not using the hot wax on something good, so I poured a couple of drops on his thighs. He flinched and tried to cower back, but the chains yanked him back in place quickly. I always loved when they put on a desperate fight with the chains trying so hopelessly to run away from my torture but failing quickly which made them realize that I was the one holding the power here. 

 

I let my candle wander up higher to his chest and nipples. He let out a sigh as he realized that his chest doesn't hurt as much as his thighs, only to flinch at the pain from hot wax dropping at his beige-colored small nipples. He screamed but finally started to embrace the pain and enjoy it. His body relaxed and showed signs of excitement. I answered his body's call by biting his neck leaving it bruised as he melted under my lips and teeth. "Mistress, please have mercy on me," he begged as I pulled back and unlocked his chastity lock. 

 

I watched him shake at the excitement his manhood left him with when it got out of the cage. He begged me to help him, but I was quiet listening to his begging falling on my ears like music. I finally decided to help him out. It took a couple of minutes for him to explode on my hands.

 

We spent the rest of the night watching movies, talking, and taking a long walk in the cold. We disconnected from the outside world for two whole days before it was unfortunately time to go back to reality. It was a blessing having Lucas in my life during this time. He was easygoing, and never asked me to commit, yet I couldn't date anyone or have any sexual activities with anyone else which was unlike me. For him, he was fully committed but on my own terms.