He was listening to the restaurant ambience. The atmosphere was classy, stylish, and definitely elitist. Indigo received one invite to a locale of similar caliber before, but never has been on a date in such one. Sémillon poured another glass of champagne to complement their finished meal.

Hmm, I wonder… he sipped on the champagne in a gold trimmed, etched flute.

“You fit right in.” Sem interjected, interrupting inadvertently Indigo’s trail of thought.

“What? Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“I know about that, and you look simply…”

“Simply…?”

“Captivating. Can I tell you a little secret?”

“Do I want to know this secret?”

“I don’t know, but I just don’t want you to be caught off guard.”

Indigo adjusted his posture from a relaxed position. He internally posited questions of what could possibly catch him off guard. Does he actually want to know now? Maybe it’s best this secret stay hidden. Sem did not seem particularly enthusiastic about this secret, but neutral in tone.

“Uh, sure. I’m a little nervous.”

“You’re going to feel really, really warm soon.”

Indigo’s eyes widened.

“Then you’re going to feel like you’re floating. Your body won’t appear as if it’s under the force of gravity.” “

“Why? Did you put something in my drink? I have to say… not entirely comfortable with that. Sém how long ago did you—“

“Now, hear my voice.”

Indigo’s pupils dilated, his jaw slightly dropped. The color hues of all the lighting became isolated. The movement of all the staff and customers appeared slower. Pulses boomed in the air and the scent of sweetness perfumed the environment. Tingling warmth filled his chest then spread throughout his whole body. Sudden fits of laughter occasionally presided over all thoughts for no reason. He remained completely responsive to Sem’s commands, the only certainty he had was the fact he was submissive to him. The surface of his skin flooded with goosebumps.

“See, earlier I felt bad, like I’d done something wrong by feeding you that acid strip the other day. But then I watched you, saw how you melted, obeyed, smiled and enjoyed yourself. I want you to experience that again before we hold off altogether for a while. I want to pleasure you, I want you to be my toy, my prized plaything. When we leave, I’m going to bring you to my… dungeon.”

“I’m not comfortable, entirely, with this. I can’t think clearly. But I… might.. need this.”

           Sémillon expressed his intent with a contradictory smile of innocence. The fact he was capable of sustaining a relatively unassuming expression while conveying naughtiness would’ve made Indigo more panicked if it were anyone else. There was indeed anxiety welling up within, but it was equally charged with uncontrollable arousal.

“I want you to feel the best, to be touched by me, bound by me. There’s so much to do, now that you’re my girlfriend.”

Oh fuck… he called me a girl again. Why does that do me in. I can’t say anything, why can’t I speak? It’s more than whatever he put in the drink… I simply… am unable to resist his influence. I love him, but I’m still free, I’m me! I have to snap out of it. I’m not okay with this becoming a pattern, especially without my knowledge. I’m not a slave! I will snap… I will…

Indigo noticed the two were no longer in the restaurant but warped inside of the car.

“What the fuck? How did we—“ Indigo panicked in a muffled voice.

“Calm down, I see you in a tizzy back there.” Sémillon declared as he peered into the rearview mirror.

His consciousness descended into a free fall, but he managed to discern he was tied up and gagged. Fear, confusion, and distraught now  meshed with the pleasure, causing a battle of emotions to explode.

This can’t unlock something in me, the sex… the danger… the thrill. He instinctively bit down on hisball gag from the thought.

Sem stopped the car a few blocks from his home in a quiet area. He crawled into the backseat from the driver’s seat. To calm Indigo he kissed and licked his lips over the gag. The contact of Sem’s tongue reverberated to his spine, nullifying the developing flight or fight response. Sem saw a precious, helpless smile made out. The look of total obedience glimmering in his eyes.

Sem carried Indigo up the stairs and into the house without alerting any of the neighbors. Despite the relative ease in his success, he was annoyed how long the drive took. He viewed that as “wasted high time”, time that could’ve been spent pleasuring.

“Now it’s time to introduce you to my favorite place in the world.” Sem said, carrying Indigo in his arms. He used one hand to pull a book from the bookcase and press a button underneath. Indigo’s eyes widened with awe as the hidden door in the wall slowly rotated open outward. He wrapped his arms around Sem’s neck and pushed his head closer to him.

“You’ll accept this, I know you want this more than anything.”

I… need this. Do whatever you want to me. It’s not the drugs. I’m your slave… no… I’m submissive but I’m not his slave. He can’t make me do whatever he wants. No, it’s not the drugs. I don’t need to fight, I always wanted to obey him. Yes! Put me in the sling! Rip all my clothes off and fuck me right here.

Sémillon walked him over to the sling and laid him down into the latex straps. He removed all their clothes and scattered them separate ways. The sling was very mobile, flexible, and adjustable to any desires. Indigo while in suspension had his legs spread and ankles tied. His arms were stretched out and wrists held in place with rubber cuffs.

“There’s nothing you can do except surrender to me, Indigo. Let my love devour you. Let your soul sing for me, worship your master. You are mine forever, I love you.” Sem whispered into his ear.

“I love you, master.” Indigo answered, muffled by his gag. Promptly, Sem removed his captive’s muzzle.

Sem placed his thumb over his bottom lip in the most cliché manner, but it did the trick. Indigo’s eyes naturally rolled back as he licked his thumb. He then clutched his legs tightly, wrapping his thighs around Sem’s face. His mouth was on his cock, sloppily moving up and down while kneeling, arms wrapped under his legs. He lifted his head up to watch while he could still move his neck before total euphoric subservience kicked in. Looking down he saw the most equally servile pair of eyes making sure he was having the best deep throat ever. Seeing his eyes as he swayed his head up and down caused him to borderline faint from the experience.

I never want this to end. I… I can’t believe I didn’t want this to happen… can’t even… form words…

Briefly Indigo noticed Sem stopped. But the resounding, residual sensations were working overtime. Sem grabbed Indigo’s neck after walking around and thrusted into his mouth. He pushed and pulled the ropes of the sling near Indigo’s stomach so he would forcibly bring himself into his throat. Drool poured on to floor every time his cock went outside of his mouth and spit flowed on either side of Indigo’s face. His constant smile and eye contact made him that much harder. He released the straps from his grip to interlock fingers and he slowed from a forceful momentum into an ease. Motioning back and forth, in and out of his mouth as they held hands.

“Thank—you—master,” Indigo said between each removal.

Sémillon in his raw pleasure managed to briefly stop to move around. He knelt below Indigo while holding his legs from underneath his suspended body.

“I’m going to eat you out.” Sem whispered happily. He slowly kissed his ass all over. Licking his amazing, thick curvature becoming increasingly mesmerized. For minutes he teased him loving every muscle twitch and exhale. Eventually he finally plunged his tongue in, penetrating him repeatedly. The height of the induced euphoria kicked in and the stimulation of Sem’s tongue beneath and in between his toned curvature.

“I-I’m not sure- I can… hold on much longer! Am I allowed to cum?”

Sémillon provided no verbal answer, he only continued tongue fucking his girlfriend’s sweet hole. After a mere few minutes a helpless series  of moans crescendoed into screams of bliss. The symphony was succeeded by miraculous fountains of cum. Orgasmic heaven where radiant colors beamed from Indigo’s eyes. Angelic varieties of Windhoek’s naked figure danced in the room around him. They spiraled in a graceful circuit then shifted behind him. He felt multiple pairs of soft hands touch his backside and whisk his body into pink skies directly into the path of a shining crystal portal. Upon traversal of the portals threshold, the world unknown was composed of pure illustrious splendor. He glided over a deep transparent lake, pristine and with a bed of jagged marble. The skies swirled in fantastical rainbow forms, constantly watercolor paintings. Luminescent stars glittered the aether and delicately reflected in his awestruck eyes. The angels fed him strawberries in his near unconscious state and he autonomously accept with a passionate smile. The lands were luscious green mountains blooming with abundant wildflowers. Strange yet adorable never-before-seen animals frolicked the mountainsides. A wide pass in the mountains led to a lone discernibly taller mountain with a carving in the side forming a plateau. Windhoek’s ethereal forms descended to the platform of thick flowers with an enormous soft bed in the center. They laid Indigo as if he were a fragile instrument. Accompanying him all around, the blessed entities fell asleep while covering him tenderly.