The Chastity Trap Ch. 01

Nula pressed him more, asking more and more questions about Lottie's treatment of him, and touching on the same subject he had earlier about why they had never really hooked up.

As the conversation continued it moved on from Lottie to more 'normal' topics, Nula asking about his final exams whilst Malcom just about managed to ask her about her work. Nula worked at an accountancy firm, she passed her degree top of the year and even in a short amount of time had risen quickly through the junior ranks.

Every now and again Nula would send Malcom to the bar to get more drinks, Emma and Lottie were too busy being waited on by about a dozen men to need Malcom to get them anything.

They were in the middle of discussing what Malcom planned to do next in life when they were interrupted by a deep booming voice.

"Hey there sexy, am I glad to see you!" the man said. Both Nula and Malcom looked over to see a tall, muscular black man standing by the table, an equally imposing friend stood behind him looking over at the dance floor.

"Tyron," Nula said smiling and jumping up. "It's lovely to see you babe."

Tyron pulled Nula into a hug, Malcom wasn't sure he'd ever seen such a muscular man this close before and watched as the two kissed for far longer than was required for just a friendly greeting. Finally he let go of Nula and took a step back.

"Looking Sexy as hell Nula, as ever." The man chuckled stroking one of his large hands up Nula's side. Nula slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Don't start that already, would you care to join us?" She said pointing over at the table. "You too Jay, you don't need to be a stranger either." Jay glanced back at Nula and blew her a kiss.

"Just enjoying the show, there are some smoking hot honey's on the dance floor, the blonde and red head especially. Man I'd take either of them home any day of the week."

Ty looked over and chuckled, "It take 'em both, at the same time!"

Tyron only now looked over at the table noticed Malcom. "I didn't realise you had company, sorry man didn't notice you there." He said looking Malcom up and down. "He's kind of weedy for you babe isn't he?"

"Play nice, Tyron this is my friend Malcom. Mally, be a babe and go grab Ty and his buddy Jay a beer whilst we catch up a little." She said.

Malcom was stunned, he was pretty sure that not only had Nula hooked up with someone in front of him but that now he was buying the man drinks. Dejectedly he grabbed Lottie's hand bag with all the money in it and was about to head to the bar.

"Is that a fucking hand bag Mally? Very pretty!" Ty mocked, his buddy Jay laughed as well.

Ty was now sat down close to Nula who had cuddled over into his shoulder. She was watching Malcom intently and winked at him as he glanced over at her. He had taken a couple of steps when Nula called out to him.

"Wait a second Mally, I just thought of something. I think its best us girls have someone responsible, sober if you like, to make sure nothing untoward happen to us. You will order yourself a club soda, nothing else got it?" She said grinning before waving him away and turning back to Ty. Clearly Lottie was not the only one that got off on humiliating Malcom.

He headed to the bar, Ty and Jay chuckling loudly behind him. For the next half an hour he had to watch Nula drape herself over Ty as he talked about his work, Jay wandered off at some point bored of the conversation. Malcom couldn't quite figure out what business he was in, it sounded a bit like private security or something like that and Ty told Nula a few of his most recent extravagant tales, making her laugh and gasp in astonishment.

"What's say you and me get out of here babe, I am bored of this place." Ty said suddenly. Malcom looked up aghast as Nula sat up smiling at him.

"I'm going to pass tonight babe, I've got other plans" she said looking at Malcom.

"That little pipsqueak?" He said in dismay." No way he's man enough to satisfy you, if you know what I mean."

Nula lent over a whispered something in Ty's ear. He looked at Malcom then laughed.

"Fine, if that's what you want I know better than to change your mind." He said sighing. "Guess I'll have to go find someone else to enjoy the rest of the evening with."

Right then Lottie and Emma returned to the table in hysterics. "That was the worst chat up line I have ever heard," Lottie gasped. "Did he really think it would work!"

Emma noticed Ty at the table and stopped, Lottie taking a couple more moments to register things.

"Oh my, and what do we have we here." she said clearly impressed with the man sat next to Nula.

Emma looked firstly at Lottie, then Nula nervously for some reason.

"Ah yes, this could be perfect." Nula said smiling.

"Lottie, Emma, this is my friend Tyron. Ty these are my friends Lottie and Emma." Ty was staring at Lottie intently, the lust was clear for all to see.

"Damn girl, you are a sight for sore eyes. You and me are gunna dance, got it?" He said standing up. It was not a request, he was telling Lottie what was going to happen.

"I'm happy to do whatever you want, show me the way," she said holding out a hand to him. As they walked off she turned round to the table and mouthed 'Oh My God' at Emma. Nula chuckled.

The three of them watched as Lottie and Ty started dancing on the floor together, it was almost pornographic watching them dance, Ty's hands were all over Lottie and everyone could clearly see Lottie rubbing herself all over his crotch. Emma's mood rapidly diminished the more it went on.

"You ok babe?" Nula said studying her friend as Emma couldn't help but watch Lottie on the dance floor.

"What?" Emma said breaking her glance. "Oh yeah sure, just think I perhaps had too much. Got a headache coming on - you know what I think I might head home."

Emma grabbed her bag as Nula and Malcom sat shocked at the remarkable turn of her mood, in an instant she was out the door. Nula turned to Malcom who was sat with his mouth agape.

"Back in a moment," Nula said rushing after her friend. She came back a few minutes later and shrugged.

"She got in a cab and went home, never seen her like that." Nula said concerned.

Right then Lottie came back over to the table, Ty and Jay stood a little distance back waiting.

"Oh my god Nula, that man is a fucking specimen!" She said sitting down next to Malcom. "Pass me my bag Mally, it's safe to say I've found my stud. I could feel his monster cock through his jeans on the dance floor, its huge I'm glad to say unlike your little cocktail stick."

Malcom handed over her bag, but then Lottie quickly glanced about. "Err, where's Emma gone? I think Jay might be interested in an introduction!"

"She was not feeling well suddenly, think it was something she drank. We got her in a taxi home." Nula said. Lottie scrunched up her face.

"Oh, I see," she said slightly hurt. "Didn't even want to say goodbye to me?"

She looked back at Ty and Jay.

"Guess I'll have to think of something else then for Jay to do. I was going to introduce them, Emma needs to get fucking laid, she's been dead weird lately when we go out and I hook up."

She waved at Nula, before reaching over a pecking Malcom on the cheek.

"Afraid you'll have to wait to jerk off over my tittie's Mally, maybe you can fantasise over me when you get home riding a huge black cock to orgasm again and again and again." She whispered in his ear.

With that she was gone, both Ty and Jay left with her leaving Nula and Malcom alone at the table. Malcom drained the rest of his drink and motioned to Nula.

"No thank you Malcom, I think I've had enough to drink. Time I went home." She said collecting her things and standing up.

Malcom felt crest fallen, he had loved spending so much time in Nula's presence that he didn't want it to end. Nula took a couple of paces before stopping and turning to Malcom.

"Well, are you coming with me or not?" She said smiling.

Malcom shot up and stood in front of her as she handed him a few items to carry, and in that moment Malcom felt the unstoppable urge to lean over and kiss her. He closed his eyes and he moved in only to be stopped by Nula's hand on his chest pushing him back.

She was smiling wickedly at him as he opened his eyes backup. "Oh no you don't, haven't you figured it out yet Mally? I make the rules here!" and with that she walked off, Malcom scurrying behind her.

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It didn't take them long to reach the block of flats that Nula lived in, she was renting a penthouse suite in the heart of the city centre. Malcom nervously followed behind her, Nula's height advantage over him meant she walked naturally at a much faster pace than he did.

They arrived at the flats and just as Nula was just about to open the main entrance door with her key she turned and looked at Malcom. Pushing him against the wall she pushed her lips to his and forcefully kissed him.

He moaned in delight as her tongue probed the inside of his mouth and he felt a hand grab his cock and balls hard, giving them a short tug.

She stopped kissing him but kept a strong grip of his genitals. "Three rules, first I'm in charge got it?" She said giving them a tug to emphasis the point.

"Yeah sure." Malcom nodded in agreement quickly, he didn't seem to have any choice even if he wanted to. She had such a tight grip on his balls he would agree to most things at this point.

"Secondly you do exactly as I say, without question got it?" she said with another tug. "Even tomorrow, or next week, next month This isn't going to be some one night stand, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. You're the boss and do what you say." Malcom grimaced, the tugs were getting almost painful now. He could have sworn Nula was basically saying they were going to be involved but he dared not get it hopes up.

"Finally you will call me Mistress from now on, got it. I will call you whatever I like." She said.

"Sure thing," he said but Nula not only tugged but twisted his balls painfully causing him to yelp.

"You're not listening - what are the three rules again." Nula said sternly. "I'm not going to waste another second with you slave unless you start taking me seriously!"

"You're in charge, I do as you say whenever and call you Mistress," Malcom recited quickly, the pain in his balls was unlike anything he'd felt before.

"So I ask again do you understand slave?" Nula demanded.

"Yes Mistress!" he yelped.

Nula let go apparently satisfied with that answer and opened the door. "Follow me in silence slave, you have a lot to learn." She said as she walked inside.

Nula walked over to the lift and pressed her card against the control panel inside, the button for the 12th floor lit up immediately. Grabbing her bag of Malcom she grinned as she held out her hand to stop Malcom getting in with her.

"You take the stairs slave, when you get up to the top floor kneel outside the front door and wait for me. Got it?" She smiled. "It will give me the time to sort a few things out."

"Yes Mistress." Malcom gulped.

As the doors closed Nula blew him a kiss, chuckling away. Malcom watched the numbers quickly change and in no time the lift was showing it stopped at floor 12.

12 flights of stairs took quite some time, and by the time he got to the top Malcom was exhausted and sweating. He was thankful to see that there was only one door to apart from the lift, clearly the flat took up the whole of the top floor. Kneeling on the mat he waited, wondering just how long Nula would leave him out there.

He seemed to wait for an age, he wondered after a while if Nula was playing and that after all this she was just going to leave him outside. Just as he considered getting up and going to knock the door opened, and from in the dark he could just make out Nula's voice.

"Crawl to the centre of the room slave, and stand up facing the window."

Slowly he did as he was told and on all fours entered the dimly lit flat. He entered a large open plan living area, there was a dining area to his right complete with a small bar at one end, to his right were a number of fine leather sofa's around a solid wood coffee table. On the far right were three doors set into the wall that were all closed. He crawled to the centre of the room and stood up.

Nula appeared in front of him and he couldn't help but gasp at the vision of beauty that had appeared. She had changed out of her lace top and skirt, and instead wore what can only be describes as a near see through black lace robe, her matching bra, panties and suspenders on show underneath. She was carrying some sort of strap in her hand as she circled Malcom a couple of times.

"Strip slave, let's see this so called cocktail sausage of yours," she ordered smiling away.

Malcom hesitated for a moment, and it was enough hesitation to spur Nula into action. The strap smacked across his bum, even though his trousers the pain of the blow caused Malcom to yell out in pain.

"I said strip slave!" She yelled.

Malcom dared not hesitate again, and quickly stripped off. Nula grabbed the clothing and tossed it over onto the sofa whilst continuing to circle Malcom. She held out a hand and brushed it over his naked rear end.

"You actually have very nice form slave, nice shaped legs, firm bottom and no excess fat around the middle." She said coming round to the front of him.

The moment Malcom dreaded had come, and Nula looked down at his manhood as it stood to full attention.

"I can see why Lottie finds this so amusing!" Nula mocked. "It's like a cute little miniature of the real thing!"

She took a finger and carefully stroked it along the underside of Malcom's shaft causing it to spring up a couple of times in response to the stimulation. For a few moments she gently played with it, a single finger was sufficient to tease the head and shaft bringing a moan of pleasure from Malcom. A single drop of pre-cum seeped from the head and Nula scooped it up with her finger.

"Open your mouth slave," she commanded.

Malcom opened his mouth wide before realising what was going to happen, and before he could react she had pushed her finger into his mouth, wiping the pre cum on Malcom's tongue.

The taste was not as bad as he first feared, he expected it to be some foul tasting gunk and Nula chuckled at his reaction as the taste ebbed from his mouth.

Nula walked over to a table on the side of the room and picked up some of the items on it, they all appeared to be made of leather. Returning to Malcom she grinned as she held up the first item.

"Hold out your left wrist slave," she said.

A moment later she had secured a leather strap around it and clicked a padlock in place to stop it being taken off. His right wrist was treated to the same cuff and lock before Nula turned her attentions to the next task. Picking up a small remote Nula aimed it at the ceiling and pressed one of the buttons causing a small hatch to open above their heads and a chain descended from an electric pulley.

Once it was at eye level Nula smiled as she first pulled one wrist restraint, then the other up to the open padlock hanging from the end of the chain.

Malcom looked at her nervously as she clicked the lock shut and the winch started to pull his wrists upwards, but before it pulled him too tight she stopped it. Nula was not finished however, and she bent down and turned her attentions to his ankles.

He hadn't spotted them on his way in, but on either side of him embedded in the floor were cast iron eye bolts. Nula pulled his right foot over to one securing it using a leather strap and chain, followed by the left foot.

"Now stand still slave and trust me," Nula said as she finished up and stood in front of him.

Malcom was now totally secured and at Nula's mercy, and he broke the silence when she held up the remote again and started raising the winch more.

"Please Nula, that's enough. You'll hurt my shoulders," he begged trying to pull his arms and feet away.

To his surprise she stopped, and walked off out of site for a moment before returning with some cloth in her right hand, and a role of industrial tape in the other. Tearing off a piece of the tape she put the rest of the roll down on the table before turning to face Malcom once more.

Without word she grabbed one nipple and twisted it hard, causing Malcom to yell out in pain. With his mouth wide open she shoved the garment in and then stuck the tape down quickly making it impossible for Malcom to spit them out.

"I bet you are wondering what they were aren't you slave. I went for a really long run this morning, worked up quite a sweat you know. Those are my damp, sweat covered panties that I just got out of my linen basket!"

Malcom looked at her in horror, surely she must be joking. He tried not to taste anything but it was impossible, and sure enough he could soon taste the bitter and salty favours seeping from the used, stagnant underwear.

Nula simply ignored his further muffled protests as she continued to winch his arms tighter and tighter until try as hard as he could there was hardly any movement left in either his arms or legs. With Malcom secure Nula finally placed a thick leather collar around his neck and locked that in place.

"This is the perfect time to teach you a little about punishment slave," Nula said picking up something from the table and standing behind Malcom.

He screamed in pain as his arse suddenly explored in fire, the muffled cry was still loud making Nula giggled a little. She walked around in front of Malcom and held up the thin stick so he could see it.

"This is my punishment cane, it's a heavy rattan cane and I will only ever use it on you when you are being severely punished like now." She said.

"You will receive 5 strokes for each infringement, in this case you failed to call me Mistress as you begged me to stop, and tried to pull away when I told you to stand still."

Nula walked off behind him and landed another blow across his arse. Malcom screamed again, a tear escaping his eye.

"Eight more slave". Nula said. "In time you will not only keep count of the strokes for me, you'll thank me after each and every blow." She said.

The next 8 blows left Malcom sobbing in pain and he knew for the rest of the night he'd try his hardest not to disappoint Nula again.

"You won't disobey me again will you slave?" She said placing a hand softly on his cheek. Gently she peeled off the tape and pulled the now soaked dirty panties from his mouth.

"I promise I won't Mistress, I'll do whatever you say." He begged.

Nula smiled contented not just with the reply, but the tone of his voice.

Going back over to the table she picked up a tube of something from the table. Squeezing out a small blob she returned behind Malcom and started massaging something into his caned arse. Malcom groaned as she massaged the cream into him, after the caning the attention felt amazing and before long her attentions had shifted from his arse, around to his front where one hand now gently massaged his cock and balls.

Malcom groaned in pleasure, Nula was exceptionally skilled, she knew exactly what to do to keep him fully aroused, yet she never quite did enough to push him over the edge.

"Feels good doesn't it slave, being my slave isn't all about canings and punishment you know. There is far more pleasure than pain to be had." Nula said into his ear. Malcom simply moaned and nodded, he was in heaven. Suddenly though the hands disappeared and Malcom groaned disappointedly.

"Now, now slave, you can't expect things to be that easy right? If I'm to please you more, you are going to give me a few things first." Nula said using the remote to lower Malcom's arms, before bending down and unclipping the chains on his foot restraints.

"Anything Mistress," Malcom blurted out before he had even thought of it. Nula chuckled.