Where the hell is my damn key?
Four days; I’ve dealt with four grueling days of not being able to touch myself. Jesus, how can anyone even do this with out even going insane?! Ever since I crossed paths with that dominating bimbo, my entire routine had changed. And to be honest, I was surprised at how much sex was in my life. From the moment I woke up to the second I crashed and fell asleep, my mind was very frequently in the gutter, wandering when I was going to get some ass or where can I go to beat one off real quick. These past four days were really showing me how much of a slut I really was.
The fucking chastity device wasn’t helping at all. I couldn’t do anything to relieve myself or even satisfy my hunger for sex. All I could do was wait for that bitch to finally give me my key. And then, I can finally take this ding off once and for all. But right now, I had to occupy myself. And I made sure I was occupied all the time. Cleaning the room, taking walks, making sure all my errands were done, I did anything that came up in my mind so I wasn’t thinking about dick. Hell, I even got to work on a lot of projects that I slacked off on. It’s been a while since I went searching for a mattress. My last one sadly has a few broke springs. But that tale behind it brought upon the wrong kind of good memories.
And to top it all off, the only thing I have on her is her number to a phone that doesn’t even call back. It’s not like I can rush back to her house and get a hold of her there, especially after she told me she was going to break the key if she even saw me near her house. But it also sparked more questions about her. Whoever she was, she must have known that I bought a cock cage as well as where to find me. I keep to myself a lot. So, meeting me by public means is out of the question. Maybe she’s a stalker? No, that couldn’t be. She would have known a lot more than just my purchase. Thoughts of the blond hair woman breaking into my apartment started to rise up. And I dashed the ideas before my cock got too happy. So creepy stalker was well out of the question and being a snoop was also. There was the chance she was the one to sell me the device.
…wait a second… selling…the purchase…
Instantly, I rushed to my computer and powered it on. The idea was burning in my head, driving me to move faster. The moment the desk top appeared on screen, my fingers went wild, typing madly, taking me to the website where this all started in the first place.
Subtoolbox.com
In all honesty, this site is amazing. Before I even decided to make a purchase on here, I would always skim the catalog, looking at the hundreds and hundreds of toys to choose from. Buttplugs, vibrators, edible underwear, the site had it all. Hell, even going back to this place was making me drool inside. But sadly, everything was so high priced. And that was the downside to it. Even my purchase took a good bit of saving before I decided to the decision. But on the flipside, it was all high quality, well made. Still, if only I had a bit more extra for a new flesh light.
All right Jared. That’s enough gawking at toys. I scrolled down the website to the customer service page, quickly found the number for one of the representatives and dialed it on to my phone. There was an email address for it also. But I have no patience to wait for a message. The phone rang once before an automated voice sounded off.
“Welcome to the subtoolbox customer line. Your call is very important to us. Pleased hold on the line and a representative will be there shortly to assist you.” It’s odd hearing a seductive female speaking those words. But it was more odd hearing that I had to wait. Who else was in the same boat as me? Then again, do I really want to know? Bondage gear is already intimidating as it tis. I waited for a good while before a new voice rang from my phone.
“Subtoolbox customer service. How can I help you?”
She caught me off guard for a second. But I managed to speak up.
“Uh yeah. I just have a problem.” I inquired
“Sure. What can I help you with?”
“Well uh… you see.” A frog was clogging my throat. Damn it, my shyness was getting to me. Come on, time to man up. Your dick is on the line. “It’s a little embarrassing to say.” I finally said. “But I think I lost the key to my chastity device and I’m sort of locked up at the moment.” I gave an uneasy chuckle only adding more to my awkwardness.
The woman on the other side continued. “Not to worry. All our starter locks for our chastity devices are made entirely out of plastic to ensure that these situations don’t have happen.”
My brow quirked, confused. As she kept on explaining I started to feel the lock’s material, rubbing a thumb against it. “It’s metal.” I commented, stopping the lady from her instructions on how to cut the lock.
“I’m sorry?” the female asked.
“My lock is made out of metal.” I reinstated. “What do I do then?” there was a long pause before she spoke again, causing me to bite my lip. This wasn’t a good sign.
“It shouldn’t be. The locks that are shipped with our chastity devices are plastic.” She said.
“Well this one definitely feels like some sort of steel.”
“May I ask what the lock looks like?”
I glanced down again, undoing my pants to check my claim. After a few seconds, I relayed the message. It was a pink metal lock with the shape of a heart embedded on the surface. And to be perfectly honest, I didn’t know how embarrassing this was to have this on my cage until I blurted it out to the lady on the other line. Life just gets better and better for me by the day. There was another long pause.
“I’m sorry. But that doesn’t seem like one of our locks.”
I blinked, almost speechless. “What the hell do you mean it’s not one of yours?” I snapped “the fucking lock came with the cage when I got it.”
“Sir. Are you sure that you didn’t use anyone else’s lock?”
“No! I didn’t!” I was getting agitated, frustrated, not liking where this conversation was heading. I heard some typing on the other side before she spoke again.
“Well I just glanced over your order form and I only see the cock cage on the transaction.” She said. “As for the lock in question, I can’t find this product anywhere in our database.”
“Then what the hell am I suppose to do? I’ve been locked up in this thing for four days straight and it’s driving me up the fucking wall.” The lock of patience was getting to me. I want out and I want out now!
“sir.” She interjected before I could let out another series of roars. “I do understand your concerns.” She said. “Chastity play can be scary with the loss of a key to break free. However, there are ways to move the lock in case of an emergency. Now, if you can please hold so I may check with a supervisor. I will return with an answer to your problem shortly. “The line was then replaced with the music from before, causing me to huff in pure annoyance. God damn it, I just want to be rid of this thing already! Why is that so difficult? And now the locks aren’t even from the same place. What the hell is going on here? I rubbed my temples in frustration, trying to calm myself before I really lost it. There had to be a way out of this. There just had to be.
There was a sudden beeping noise from my phone, kicking me out of my trance. I glanced at the screen and my eyes widened, seeing the number appear on the next phone line. It was her! And she just HAD to call now of all times, while I’m waiting to get this fucking shackle off my dick. Still, I answered the phone without a moment to lose, bringing the device back to my ear. “Yes, mistress?” I greeted doing my best to suppress my utter hatred for the woman.
“Good boy.” She cooed and I can just imagine those evil lips of hers smirking devilishly, smothering her words in lustful evil. I gritted my teeth. God, I hated this bitch. “It’s nice to know that I can train you to be such an obedient pet.”
“May I ask what my mistress has planned for me?”
There was a small giggle before she spoke. “Well, since you’re been such a good little slut, I decided to reward you with a date.”
I blinked at her response, confused. “A date?”
“A night at the theatre to be precise.” She added “I’ve already arranged everything with all expenses paid. You even get to choose the movie you want to see. Isn’t that nice of me to give you such a privilege, slave?”
“What’s the catch?” I said bluntly, doubting her words. There was no way she was going to just take me to the movies without SOME kind of catch. Either way, there was a sudden gasp of shock.
“How dare you accuse me of such trickery?” She spoke back in a playful tone, toying with me before she went back to her usual dark tone. “But, nether the less, you are correct. I won’t be joining you in this date. Instead, someone else will be.”
“And who will that be?” I asked
“That’s for me to know and you to find out when you get there. But you’ll be meeting with this person while crossdressing. And I will be telling this person that you are a girl.”
My eyes started to widen. “What?”
“And that’s not all, pet.” She continued. “If he finds out that you’re a boy, then you can just forget about ever getting your key gain.”
“FUCK YOU!” I roared into my phone, letting my anger get the best of me. “You sadistic bitch! You think you can just control my fucking life like this?! Well fuck you! I’m not going this and you’re-“
“Yes, you are!” I felt the bite in her words, the sheer force that silenced my voice before I could even retaliate, leaving me frozen. How the hell does she even do that? “You will go to the date with him. And you will hide your gender. Do I make myself clear?!” damn it. God damn it, I hate this. I hated her voice so much and how compliant it was making me. Like some kind of switch in my head, all my aggression was just turned off, just like that. And she knew it. Somehow, she knew. I could feel it. My mouth went silent, hesitant. “I said, do I make myself clear slave?” she repeated.
“Crystal clear.” I replied, defeated, beaten. I hated myself for this.
“Good answer.” She added. “Now I expect you to be ready at 7’o clock sharp. I will be arriving at your apartment then.”
“Yes mi-hey! Wait a minute!” I exclaimed, almost jumping out of my chair. “How the hell did you-“
“Excuse me?” she snapped at me with the same authoritive tone. “Did I give you permission to back talk me? As I do recall, my little cock whores don’t question my orders.” I shut myself up again before she got even angrier. “Be ready at seven.”
She hung up. And with that, I slump back on my seat. God, I’m pathetic. Buying the damn cock cage was a bad idea. If it weren’t for my desperation to tame myself, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I wouldn’t even have met this woman at all. My life would just be as normal as it would have always been. Get up, go to work, go home, and go to sleep. And masturbate in between each task. “Keep it together, Jared.” I muttered to myself. “You can’t let this bitch break you now.” I mustered up myself, returned my phone back into my pocket, and headed to my closet. At least she was generous enough to give me more than an hour to prepare.
The numbers on my digital clock slowly climbed upward. But this time I was prepared and had all the time in the world. First, I need a nice shower to take off the big details. I got to smell a nice shower to take care of the hair on my legs and armpits. No one likes a hairy woman. Then it was time to dress for the occasion. Let’s start off with some knee high socks, converse, a cute mini skirt, a nice blouse to get a good bust, and last but not least, some extras that make people scream “slut!” there’s nothing like a bit of pink lipstick, mascara, and foundation to get the boys all fired up. I even put a ribbon in my hair to add just a little bit of easy-to-corrupt innocence.
Okay. I’m not going to lie about this. I was having way too much fun for someone who has a body part being ransomed. The truth is, I just love to cross dress. Being a slutty girl waiting eagerly for the next man to ride just thrills me so much. I never really wished to be a girl. There was just something about dressing up like one that made it all the better. It’s like I could jump from one gender to the other at the blink of an eye. Either way, it felt so good to wear skirt.
Now, it was the waiting game. I spent what felt like hours, killing time any possible way I could think of. Internet was out of the question. I had to cut myself off on certain sites as it is. If I stumbled upon a porn site, I fear that might end my sanity right there. So TV it is. It’s nothing like watching an endless stream of commercials to past the time. But eventually, seven finally came. And right on the dot, I heard a knock at the door. Quickly I glanced over myself, making sure that my “mistress” wasn’t going to get upset from what I was wearing. Jesus, I can’t believe I said that. I swear, if this keeps up, I’m going to up being her trained puppy. Once I was confident about my appearance, I walked to the front door and greeted the guest.
To my surprise, she was at my front door, standing next to what can only be described as tall, dark, and delicious. Ebony skin, crew cut hair, a defined jaw line, everything about him made me want to perk up instantly. His body was well toned, muscular, towering over the bitch with a varsity jacket and jeans on. Brown eyes groped me. As I looked up, a smug look was planted on his face, only adding more to his charm. Shit! Was I blushing? Maybe he didn’t notice. Breathlessly, I avoided eye contact, feeling my cheeks turn ripe red. This was the guy I’m going out with? This it who I’m dating?! Fuck, was she telepathic or something? Deep down, I was praying for even the slightest hint of him being bicurious. Servitude or not, I wanted this guy.
“Jessica! Oh my god, it’s been so long!” my mistress, for lack of better words, snapped me out of my day dream, surprising hugging me before I even hand a chance to speak. Her head craned over to my ear as I couldn’t help but look back at the dark eye candy in front of me. “Remember what I said, pet.” She hissed in a threatening tone. “If he finds out, you can forget about getting laid ever again.” As she bounced back to his side, her bubbly demeanor returned. And with it, a new fear crept into my mind. It’s not like I have a choice on the matter. If I get found out, there’s going to be more than just the key that’s in stake. As much as I don’t enjoy it, Crossdressing wasn’t exactly the most accepted thing in society. If he knew who I was, I maybe screwed. “Anyway, let’s get introductions out of the way. Shall we? Keith, this is Jessica. Jessica, Keith.”
Keith offered me a hand in which I shyly accepted it. He gave his greeting, giving a suave “nice to me you” my way. Damn, he’s hot and has a way with words. Fuck! Please be bi. Please to god, be bi.
The bitch sadly went on. “Nice skirt you got there jess. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were getting ready to whore yourself out.” She flashed a hidden smirk my way. Ha ha, really funny there. Still I held myself back.
“No, I’m not.” I said, giving my shy girl act. She gave a fake laugh before nudging me out of the door way. “Don’t worry, I’m only joking.” I closed the door to my apartment as she continued. “But your secret is safe with Me.” she teased afterwards, walking down the stairs and out of the complex. I followed with Keith, trailing behind me. His eyes continued to feel me all over as he spoke under breath.
“Damn, that’s a fine ass.” I barely heard him. But it gave me some comfort. I love the fact that I can pass as a girl so easily. And it looks like that is going to be put to the test tonight.
Outside the apartment complex was a nice red mustang that looked as if it was bought yesterday. Before I could even speak, Keith made his way to the passenger seat, opening the door. “This is a good change of pace at least.” He said, seeing my mistress walk towards the driver side. “Usually, I’m the one giving out the rides. Now I’m the one being driven around.”
“Just think of it as our thank you.” She chirped, slipping into the car. “You paid for our tickets after all.”
Keith followed suit. “I can think of a better thank you. But that involves us switching seats.” She let out an amused laugh as I started to fall into the back seat, closing my door along with the other two. Switching seats huh? Well that might just rule out him swinging for the same team. In any case, the car was finally fired up, getting us both on the road.
The ride in general was pleasant. Okay, maybe a bit too pleasant. My inner me was torn between two kinds of feelings. On one half, I felt like some hooker that just got picked off the streets (something I’m not against, mind you). Were we even going to the theatre or was it just some excuse to get out of the house? But then there was the other half of me, the paranoid part. The reality of the situation was that I’m currently in the back seat of a guy’s car who thinks he was some hot babe that he could bone something in the near future. Thank god, he thinks I’m a girl. The only thing that really worried me was her. Why was she here? Moreover, what was her plan? Or was she just here to rub it in my face. I hate her so much. And when I get my key back, I’m going to make you regret everything you did.
Keith and her continued to chat as I sat in the back quietly. But suddenly, a ringer sounded off, pausing our conversation. She let out a quiet curse. “Hold on. Let me get this.” She produced a phone from her pocket and answered it, taking a moment to listen to the other end. “Yes? … What? Come on that’s not… do I really need to be there?” she huffed before pausing. Then she went on. “Alright, fine. But you owe me. I swear if this happens again, I’ll strangle you myself.” She jammed the end call button, irritated. Keith watched her, his face frowning by her words.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
She huffed again. “Yeah.” She replied “it’s just my work.” I got called in. And I just told them that I absolutely needed this day off.” She pouted a bit more before she spoke again. “You and jess will have to go without me.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to ruin your fun.” A quick smile flashed towards me before Keith returned the favor. I gulped. I didn’t like the way she said “fun”.
Keith changed the course of his car and head to her house. The place looks a lot less intimidating when you’re not walking to it at night. Once the car went into park, she stepped out of the car, reached for her purse, and took out two red tickets. I started to jump into the front passenger seat when she handed us both one. “Once you get to the movies, head to the booth and ask for theatre 17. Tell them, Ellen sent you both.” She leaned over to hug me in the car, saying “I hope you tow have a nice time without me. Sorry, it won’t be a threesome though.” But in my ear, she whispered “have fun.” When she pulled away, she closed the door, leaving the two of us inside.
Great. Tall, dark, and delicious was now all alone with me. Just great. Although, he is hot. I will give him that. And the situation only made me want him more. But with all the excitement, an awkward silence still loomed over our heads. During the drive, he would try to start some kind of conversation with me. But I would always keep my responses short, punctual. It’s not that I wasn’t interested. God, I wanted him so bad. But, I had to keep all teasing and interests out of this. If I mess up, it’s all over.
A grueling long car ride later and we made it to our destination. The Cinema palace was the choice pick to catch any flick in town. Granted it was the only theatre we had. But at least it was a good one. The entire building reached to the clouds with its tall stone towers. Statues of Iron clad Knights and charming spies lined the entrance, really bringing the old medieval vibe to the area. Crowds of people were everywhere. And the parking lot was always packed, no matter the time or the day of the week. It’s always a hassle just to go in. But when you got two free tickets, it’s well worth the wait.
Keith drove into the nearest spot he could find, not being picky at all. He pulled his keys out of the ignition before throwing me an odd look. “You’ve been quiet this entire ride here.” The hairs on my back stood up straight. Quietly, I tried to match his gaze. It was hard, but I managed to make eye contact. His lips curled to the same devilish smirk from before. “Getting cold feet?”
“Oh, no, no.” I said quickly. I shook my head and flashed a smile. I’m so glad I learned how to mask my own voice. He let out a small chuckle before getting out of the car. I followed suit.
“Good” he replied “don’t want you getting uncomfortable now.” I didn’t see his hand as it slap against my ass lightly, making me jump. I stifled a squeak. “Besides, once we’re alone, you can let everything go around Me.” he stared towards the main entrance and I followed right after him. The sting of his slap still lingered, causing me to turn red. He didn’t have to stop right there. I could bend over for a more minutes. I glanced over to him for just a second to catch him grinning towards me. Shit! He did notice! Damn it! I averted my gaze. But I felt him crane closer to me, sling his strong arm around behind me. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he inquired. I stayed silent. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’d love to be gagged right about now. He spoke again, lowering his voice. “You liked being spanked?”
“Yes, daddy.” My response was automatic, unfiltered. And before I could even take it back, another harder spank was placed right on the other side of rear. This time, I was able to silence myself.
“Glad to hear.” He said, proudly, as if his whole goal was to see how flustered he could make me before I could even get to the door. I tried keeping up with him, not speaking, focusing on the door. What the hell was I thinking?! I can’t lead him on like that. It’s going to get him too excited. I need to make this as normal of a date as I could, niche the sex part. I took a deep breath and ignored the sting. But I was still blushing. Damn, he knew how to punish a naughty girl.
We finally got inside, entering the pseudo Castle and falling into one of the many crowded lines. Long tapestries and the smell of buttery popcorn filled the air. It was one of the fun things about theatres. But the place was packed with people, causing me to wonder what movie we were going to see. Then again, would we even go to see a movie? I chimed at the idea. If the place somehow filled up to capacity, I might get off the hook and have to end the date early. Now, if only luck favored me that much.
When we got up to the greeter, Keith handed him our tickets. “Two for theatre 17. Ellen sent us.” He said as the greeter checked them out. He looked at the both of us before giving a smile and ripping up our tickets. “Take the stairs to the left up to the third floor. They’ll be a guy to set up the film in a bit. As you can see we got our hands tied.”
“No worries. We can wait.” Keith said.
“Got an idea on what you want to watch?”
Keith was about to answer the question. But I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Something a bit action packed. “ I said. Both boys looked at me. Keith quirked a brow. “I’m in the mood for something loud. “ I added. When in reality, I just wanted something to distract Keith. He blinked, glanced at Keith, then back at me.
“I think I got just the thing.” He said. “It just came out. I’m sure you and your lady friend would enjoy It.” he let us through and the two of us started to head off to the staircase. Each step we ascended brought us farther away from the noisy crowds, closer to solitude. Higher and higher we went. Soon we could clearly hear the pattering of our feet.
“Good call on the movie.” Keith said as we climbed. I looked at him.
“Excuse me?” I said
“The louder it is, the harder it is for someone to hear us doing anything. Although, there’s still a chance that someone could just walk in. But I doubt that.” He gave out a small chuckle at the end of the sentence.
Son of a bitch! So much for my distraction. Since when was there such a thing as a hot smart guy? Still, it was bad. Very bad. He was getting ideas, the kind I was trying to keep away from. And unless he was into men as well, I was going to be shit out of luck. My cock still twitched in his cage, reminding me of that notion.
At the top of the stairs was a set of double doors, leading us to a small theatre room that looked to fit about twenty people max. The room was dimmed already. The only lights that emanated with in the space were the floor lights and the screen up front. Quietly I took a seat and he followed right afterwards, enjoying the rear view before I sat down. There we waited, staying in silence, his arm slowly reached over to my shoulders to pull me closer. He wants me. He’s going to take me. And I wanted him too.
Several minutes elapsed and movie flashed on the big screen. Just like I asked, it was definitely an action flick. Explosions and gunfire rattled the sound system as the opening chase scene flashed on screen. Shots of main character on a motorcycle appeared performing awe inspiring shots. Then came the over the top kung Fu fight scenes. I couldn’t tell what the movie was. But it was entertaining to say the least. I always had been a fan of going to the movies. And I have to say, having a whole theatre to yourself is the best feeling ever. No cellphones, no crying babies, it was just you and the action. I’m almost happy I agreed to this. Hell, I’d pay how much extra just to get this kind of deal.
I sat back and watched the fight scene play out, seeing the main character take on five thugs armed with pipes and metal chains. But as my mind started to be entranced by the movie, I felt Keith’s hand being placed on my thigh. At first it was a small gesture. Then he inched further, feeling my shaved legs. I looked to my left to catch his lustful gaze. He advanced closer, nearing my groin, getting closer to knowing. Quickly I snatched his hand to stop as I gasped. Not there! My cover will get blown if he even tried to get some pussy.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. His smile still there, not letting me off one bit.
I stammered and stuttered for words “aren’t we taking this just a little bit too quickly?” I asked, keeping up my act.
“Don’t worry” he ensured “nothing bad is going to happen. It’s just you and me in a room to ourselves.”
“b-but Keith-“he shushed me before I could finish my sentence and placed a hand on my chair. His body shifted his position, showing a bit more animalistic dominance. Eyes pressed down on me as he looked like he was about to pounce.
“Just trust me.” he said, his voice getting lower, his neck moving towards me. Then he planted a kiss on my lips, shutting me up. It was a sweet act that quickly heated up to something more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, spread my legs, and let him have me. I felt him press against me, taste me, nipping at my neck, pinning my arms. The heat of his breath washed over my skin, sending chills. His hands frisked me, something I bet he was dying to do for a while. I just let him take me, use me, feel me. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours now. His teeth moved to my blouse, tugging like a hungry….wait! No! Fuck!
On reflex, I pushed him back to his seat and I stood up quickly, both horrified and horny. Keith looked up at me as he stifled a curse. “What the hell, jess?” he grunted confused. I just stood there, sharing the same expression. Quickly, I fixed my blouse. Jesus, I was so worried about my skirt, I completely forgot about the stuffing in my bra. Good thing it didn’t come undone. I stayed there on my feet, seeing his eyes locked on mine. Gradually, I lowered mine, leading him down with me. I slowly went to my knees, leading a trail of kisses down his shirt, to his waist, down to his groin. I felt something jump in his pants the moment I nuzzled against him. Once more, Keith began to relax, easing himself from the sudden burst I did. There’s always a work to work a guy to submission. Even Keith wasn’t an exception to this rule.
I nibbled at his pants button and tugged down on the zipper tab. His manhood shot straight up, throbbing, needing attention. He even went commando for me. How cute. I grasped the base of his cock and kissed the tip. I watched him jolt as I ran my tongue up and down his long shaft. The taste of him excited me even more, coaxing moans out of the both of us as I lathered his rod with saliva. Then I took him in, wrapping my lips around his thickness. I inhaled sharply through my nose and accepted more of him. By now, the ebony stud was loose on his chair, letting me bob my head up and down his cock.
“Damn girl…” Keith muttered. “ you never told me you were this good.”
I replied, well I tried to, only giving off a satisfied moan and a small gagging noise. To be honest, I was having way too much fun. Being on my knees, a cock in my mouth, face fucking, I felt I was in absolute heaven. Even I started to grip his legs, pushing myself further down to lick every bit of his length. He may have no idea who I truly was. But I was showing off the sissy side in full. God, I was having too much fun. If only I could keep on doing this for hours on end.
I felt his hand slam on the back of my head, forcing me to take it all, to suck the entire length. Immediately I went docile, no longer caring for cover or espionage. My tongue flicked at his sack. The head of his cock shoved into the back of my throat, cutting my air supply. Fuck my face, fuck my face daddy. Use me for your manhood. Treat me like the whore I am. Then In an instance, I pulled his rod out of my mouth, stroked his length madly, and aimed his cock to my face. Impatience was getting to best of me. I wanted it, badly. Nothing else matters. Not even my identity. Just give it to me already.
Suddenly, Keith let out a loud roar. The tip of his cock erupted as I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out like a trough. Ropes of his seed splotched my face like heavy rain. I could feel him, coating my hair, shooting into my mouth. Every second of his orgasm was exhilarating. To him, I was only a target, a lovely willing target, accepting his seed.
I opened my eyes when he finished, lying at his seat, exhausted. I found more of his cum on my blouse, skirt, and even all over my arms. Sheesh! This guy has a damn water hose in his pants. I got off my knees, silently, swallowing the bit of his salty essence in my mouth. The movie itself was at a low point, killing most of the sound in the theatre. “Uhm…I’m going to go clean up.” I said, stunned by the display.
Keith nodded. “Yeah…sorry about that.”
“You didn’t tell me you can drench someone.”
“You didn’t tell me you were quite the spear handler.”
God damn it. Why is he this smooth? I walked away, embarrassed, wet and most of all, still dying for more. But I needed to keep myself in check, for my sake. Moving out of the theatre room, I slipped down the lower floor and into the girl’s bathroom, being mindful of wandering eyes. No one was here. Good. Moving to the nearest sink, I turned on the facet to wash my face off. But I stopped, catching the sight of me in the mirror.
It was me. It was the little ole, cum stained, make up smeared, cock sucking, slutty looking, hair rustled, sex crazed me. It was the me that I was desperate to suppress under any circumstances. It was the me that I feared people will know about. It was the me that made me realize the most horrifying thing about the cock cage. It wasn’t stopping this me. It was forcing it out. The only thing it was locking up was my restraint. Back there at the theatre, I was getting more desperate and wild that I even contemplated revealing my true identity. Hell, I wanted to keep going. Just the thought of him bending me over and using my ass sent me chills. And that was the issue. Deep down, my true self was showing. And there’s nothing that’s stopping it now.
“You fucking whore!” I shouted out of frustration, slamming my hands on the sink. The veil I had put up the whole time was dropped. I wasn’t lying either. That’s what I was. I’m a whore in denial. And no lock and key was going to stop me either. One way or another, it was all going to come out.
“Of course you are one.” A familiar voice sounded off, causing me to twist around and see her again. Ellen smugly sauntered towards me after closing the bathroom door, still wearing the same clothes as before. Dear god, not her again!
Since his first steps, PascalSage knew he had a love for weaving stories. His focuses have been in Fantasy and BDSM erotica. You can find more on him here.
