A gag and a collar

You feel Doe's frightened gaze following you all the while as you stride back to your cupboard full of toys. When you turn round holding a thin leather collar in one hand he lets out a strangled sob.

"Please..." He whimpers. "Mistress...please don't." It's very sweet of him to beg like that, but you didn't give him permission to.

"I warned you not to speak, pet!" You snap, glaring down at the trembling boy. "If you're going to be naughty and use your mouth when it's not supposed to be used, I'll just have to find something to fill it up instead."

You reach back into the cupboard and run your fingers over a small collection of gags, trying to decide which would look best shoved between Doe's sweet lips. In the end you settle on a smallish ball gag, in a cute pink colour. He's going to be sleeping with it in after all, and though he does need punishing you're conscious of how delicate he seems to be. You stalk back to your shivering toy, keeping your face hard.

He shrinks back as you kneel beside his basket, holding up the ball gag. He looks so sweet and pathetic, you feel an odd urge to rub his head or cuddle him. Ruthlessly thrusting it aside, you narrow your eyes and stare coldly at him, like he's a mouse trapped beneath your heel.

"Open, pet." You order. Doe, sweet submissive little thing that he is, doesn't resist for even a moment. He opens his lovely plump lips nice and wide and lets you press the ball between them. You deftly pull and fasten the straps behind his head. He starts drooling almost immediately, and when some dribbles down onto his chest he flushes pink despite his obvious fear of you.

Next is the collar. This is just a bland, leather strip, and you'll have a proper one made for him as soon as you get back to your mansion. Still, the symbolism is ever so delicious, and you feel a warm thrill as you fasten it around his soft, slender neck. You're not the only one to grasp the significance of this moment. Doe is shivering, his pale hands twitching in the cuffs. He looks so anxious, like a little fawn caught in a trap.

You rise back to your feet and give him a long, lingering look. Collared, naked and trembling in that cute little basket, he really does look like a pet. Well, that's one of the roles your toys learn to play for you, along with maid, furniture, and so many others. You can't wait to start teaching him each of them in turn, with severe penalties every time he fails.

A vision comes to you of Doe scampering through your garden on all fours, his cute butt plugged with a long fluffy tail and a pair of adorable doggy ears on a headband on his head. It's such a delicious fantasy you silently promise yourself you're going to make sure it happens just that way as soon as you can. Poor, innocent Doe has no idea what you're going to do to him, but soon he'll learn to love it almost as much as you do.

Very pleased with yourself, you turn and stride back to your bed. You shrug out of your shirt and throw it to one side with the rest of your clothes. Fully naked now, you stretch your arms up high above you, savouring the delicious afterglow. Doe is still watching your every move, and you don't miss the way his anxious gaze lingers on your tight boobs and muscled waist.

He twitches in the basket, trying to fold his cuffed legs over his tiny dick. No doubt he's getting all hard again, silly boy. The way he's gawping, he's definitely never seen a naked woman before. You'd already guessed he was a virgin, and as far as you're concerned this is the proof. Still, maybe you should have a nice, humilating chat where you **** him to admit as much.

Tomorrow, you decide. You're tired enough after all the fun you've just had. You blow out the candle on your desk, then slip into bed with the grace of a satisfied lioness. The cabin is dark enough you can only just make out Doe sitting there in the dark, his little whimpers and sniffles muffled by the gag.

"Sleep, pet." You purr into the darkness. "You have a long day tomorrow." Smirking to yourself at that, you lie back on your pillow and let the gentle rocking of the ship beneath you carry you away to sleep.