WARNING: Kinkiness ensues. Femdom.        

        Lizzy's healing process was long and rife with obstacles. For several weeks, she struggled with her physical therapy, incapable of finding the motivation or the right rhythm. Genny was hovering, nurturing, and overbearing at times. Lizzy could barely tolerate her. And it'd been months since Lizzy last stepped foot into The Ball and Chain. Months since the last time she'd felt the smooth cool nylon ropes in her hands. 

        God, I gotta get out of this apartment, Lizzy thought as she sagged against her favorite reading chair. 

        The physical therapist, Ramona, told her and Genny that it was normal for Lizzy to become irritable. She'd walked perfectly well up until the car accident and her mind was frustrated that her body could not comply as quickly as before. 

        Her case, the hit and run, was considered cold. No one remembered anything important and the cameras on the street didn't capture that one nook where the accident occurred.

        Lizzy didn't feel as in control of her life as she used to. Her only escape had been her laptop and the stupid Collared website. Scening online had never interested her before. Generally, she liked contact, but she couldn't limp into the Ball and Chain like this. The wolves would eat her alive. It was safer to pretend. 

        So she logged in and immediately, he messaged her.

Talldrink27: You're on! I missed you.

LadyZ: Did you do what I asked?

Talldrink27: ...Yes, of course.

LadyZ: Pics or it didn't happen.

        He emailed her a picture of his cock tucked securely into a chastity device, the model she recognized as The Watchful Mistress. Beside that was the days date and time, his screen name, and a quick scribble of a heart. Lizzy grinned and fingered the key to the lock for the device. It hung around her neck, in between her breasts. 

        His name, he claimed, was Brian. She approached him to chat based solely on a picture of his beautiful hands. Out of all the men available on the site, he was the only one without a dick pic. And best of all, he was the only one that filled out his profile without catering it to a possible future mistress. He'd written about himself, about how he liked to make things with his hands. 

Talldrink27: Did you get it?

LadyZ has invited you to video chat.

        She had never video chatted with him before. They'd only started trading photos last week and she didn't want to give him her cell because she didn't want him blowing it up with messages. Online, she had just the right amount of control. When she wanted to leave, she left. 

        For a moment, she wondered how she looked. Lizzy used to spend a lot of time looking clean and professional at work and dark and edgy during play. But she'd felt a need, an inexplicable compulsion to view her online play partner. She wanted to watch him move. So it didn't matter to her that her hair was braided to the side and that she wore no make up on her face. She wasn't wearing latex or leather to entice anyone, just a white tank top under a blue cardigan, and a pair of boxers from an ex who broke her heart. 

Talldrink27 has joined the video chat.

        His image was choppy at first. He was moving too quickly, turning on a lamp by his computer, fixing his short brown hair, adjusting his monitor angle. When their connection settled, he was less choppy, smiling goofily at her in his RIT tee shirt. 

        "Hey," he said with restrained excitement. 

        "Hey," she replied with practiced detachment. 

        They were silent for a moment, each sizing the other up, waiting to compliment, waiting for approval. But the silence seemed too sacred to break. It felt heavy for her and Lizzy was tempted to close her laptop and leave him stranded on the brink of anticipation. It was always so hard for her to open up to strangers. But he wasn't a stranger.

        "Stand up, I want to see more of you," Lizzy said finally.

        He didn't even hesitate. He moved with an eagerness that appeased her ego. Standing just far enough away, nudging his computer chair to the left so that she had a view of him from his head down to mid thigh. Her partner stood there, waiting for her next instructions, as still as a statue. The bottom half of him was covered in what she assumed were jersey shorts. Lizzy could just make out the bulky shape of the chastity device beneath the soft fabric.

        "What do you want me to do?" He asked when she let the silence lapse between them. She did it with the purpose of making him squirm but he seemed very at home in his own skin. 

        "Hush," she commanded. 

        He complied and stood as still as possible, patient. Lizzy watched him, expressionless. Her eyes were focused on his chest, enjoying the sight as much as she was waiting for his breathing to deepen and slow. She liked her submissives to take her orders from a place of trust. 

        She hardly knew him but he seemed to know himself. It didn't take very long for him to be serene. His handsome face softened, his eyes were hooded, his brow smooth.

        "Take off your shirt."

        His hands moved to the edge of his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. He revealed a toned, muscled stomach, sculpted pectorals, and when his arms were stretched over his head, those muscles rippled with power. He was no stranger to a gym but he wasn't bulky either. There was a balance between strength and beauty in the long lines of Brian's body.

        "Now your pants."

        He dipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He was careful with himself. The chastity device could make the penis and the area around particularly sensitive. He made sure to tug the waistband far away from it, and dropped the rest of it away, nudging it aside with his feet. 

        He was bare before her, wearing nothing but The Watchful Mistress. It was hard to know how large he was with the device on. 

        "How long have you had it on?"

        "Since yesterday night," he answered plainly. She'd received the key yesterday evening as well and placed it on a chain around her neck immediately. They'd worked with a site that sold all kinds of kinky stuff and they agreed to only send him the parts of whichever chastity model he chose so long as the key went to her. 

        "You may act naturally without fear of punishment," Lizzy said smoothly as she placed her laptop down on her coffee table. The angle was altered so that it appeared as though she was looking down at him. She was careful not to show him too much of her. Her leg still felt leaden and she didn't want him to see her struggle with it.

        Slowly, Lizzy unbuttoned her cardigan without taking her eyes from him. She didn't need to command him to watch, he was entirely focused on her. His body practically vibrated with interest.

        Through her white tank top, she played with her breasts. Her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples until they were hard pebbles that strained against the soft cotton. She wasn't particularly endowed. Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with pale pink sensitive nipples. There were a few freckles on her cheeks, her shoulders, and a sprinkling of them on her chest that revealed her love of sunshine. 

        Lizzy watched as he licked his lips, his hand closing over the hard metal caging his cock as if he could physically stop himself from getting an erection any better than The Watchful Mistress could. 

        Lizzy smiled, pleased, and pulled her tank top over her head.

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        "Shit," Brian cursed when she bared her breasts to him. He'd been hard since the second she invited him to video chat. Anticipation had always been a huge turn on and he'd anticipated talking to her for three days. 

        His hand squeezed the metal but it didn't give beneath his palm and offered no stimulation to his desperate cock. She told him that they would meet, and only then would she release him. He'd always been interested in chastity and had tried it a couple times on his own. But having the key in his house was too tempting. He had no control over himself when it came to the instant gratification of masturbation. Lady Z controlled that part of him now.

        God, her breasts were beautiful, Brian thought as she tugged on her bare nipples. She was rough on herself, touching herself the way she liked. The way she knew he couldn't. Brian felt tortured by his own desires. A whole day in chastity and his knees were shaking. How could he manage a week? Two weeks? Some men wore this for months at a time.

        He heard a buzzing, watched as she introduced an impish pink bullet, vibrating on high. He couldn't see anything below her belly, but his imagination was vivid. She touched the vibrating bullet to her clit and he watched her face change from practiced detachment to unabashed enjoyment. 

        Brian hadn't even realized that he was growling with frustration. His erection had nowhere to go but it grew regardless, throbbing. There was a dull ache in his scrotum, a warning that this couldn't last long without some Hell to pay.

        "Please," he murmured as his hands found stimulation by brushing over his aching testes. 

        "Please stop or please don't stop?" She asked, biting down on her lip as her head fell back. Her throat was pale and tense with her looming orgasm. 

        "I don't know, I...Fuck..." He felt so trapped. He couldn't touch himself anymore, it stimulated him too much but not enough to relieve him. Instead, he placed his hands on his desk and just watched as Lady Z came, helpless and unable to reach the same shattering plane. 

        He envied her but Brian knew that he also worshipped her. How could he not? 

        But try as he might, she didn't seem interested in meeting him just yet. Brian didn't want to push her, didn't want to scare her away. But he knew that, if they were in the same room, he could make her face change from detached to utter bliss. He wanted to use his hands on her, to adore her body, to treasure it. 

        "Not yet," Lady Z said.

Lady Z has left the video chat.

        And just like that, she was gone. Sometimes days would go by without a word from her. How could he manage without her now that he'd willingly locked himself to her? Brian rested his head in his hands, breathing deeply to calm his frustrated hard on.

        "Shit..."

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Author's Note: 

Dedicated to VicMensaisBae for being such a wonderful and active follower! 

There is a dearth of femdom fiction here. I hope that this helps. Not much of a demand for femdom though, so eh... 

See you beauties next Wednesday!