I had to admit it. I had a slight problem…okay I had a pretty big problem. But now I’m going to address it once and for all. And the solution was right in the UPS man’s hands as he approached my front door. I stared at him silently, keeping myself fixed on the small brown package that he held, watching him from the window of my apartment. My mind was swimming in anxiety. Is this it? Will this actually work? Does he even know what I bought? The questions kept coming like a flood, making my fingers twitch nervously. I bit my lip. And despite the deed of me buying it already, I was starting to regret my decision. Maybe this was a bad idea. What if I get caught with it on? I finally shook my head, exorcising my thoughts. I already bought the damn thing. What’s done is done. What I need to focus is the moment at hand.
I peeked out the window and saw that the delivery man had already vanished from my line of sight. Several moments later, there was a knock on my door, three loud strikes by the hand. I inhaled, stood up from my couch, and moved towards to door, giving a slow relaxing exhale before I grabbed the door handle. As I opened the door, I saw the delivery man up close. He was a chubby and bearded man with a uniform that looked as if he just came from a buffet before going back to his job. Stains of ketchup and mustard were splattered all over a shirt that barely covered his bloated belly. His hair was a mess, seeping out of his hat. Tucked under his arm was the package which I eyed with both anticipation and trepidation. There was no turning back now. It was taking all I had to hold back the anxiousness. But I suppressed it. The delivery man glanced at his clipboard and then at me, giving me a double take before greeting.
“you uhm….Jared Farris?” He asked
I nodded, quickly. “Yes. That’s me.”
A smiled appeared on his face. “I got something for ya.” he replied. “It must be real important since you asked for express shipping. Luckily I got here just in time.” the comment almost made me jump out of pure embarrassment before I recognized it as a stale joke. I stuttered for a moment before he handed me the clipboard, produced a pen from his back pocket and clicked it for me. “Just sign right at the dotted line and I’ll be on my way buddy.” I flashed an uneasy smile, taking the pen and placing my signature right where he wanted. Every now and then I gave him a quick glance at the man and the package as I felt his eyes feel my form. Does he know about it? Or is he just messing around? Every second that went by I could feel paranoia creep into my mind, prodding at me. I had to get out of here and fast or else I was going to have one hell of a freak out. I finished up my signature and gave him back the clipboard before he handed me my box. I felt the rough texture of the cardboard in my hand as I stared at it, not letting my eyes wandered. Silently, I examined it. I finally got it. After such a long wait, I finally got it.
“Alright! Now, you have a nice day sir.” the delivery man said snapping me back to reality. I smiled back awkwardly as he left and watching him until he exited the building. But the moment he left, I dashed back into my room, slamming the door in my way and expelling my stresses. My back pressed against the wood of the door as I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe it. It finally came and it was now in my hand. And now I had a new challenge right into my hands. Below me my hands are trembling as I slid down my back to sit. My heart was beating heavily, rapidly, shouting at me to opening it up already. I was being torn in half. One part of me wanted me to rip it up and snatch the contents that it held like some kind of kid at Christmas. The other wanted me to throw it out the window and forget I even decided to buy it. But alas, the first voice was screaming louder than the ladder. I dug and pried at the tape and opened it up, reveal what was inside. My mind race, my fingers worked wildly, tearing up everything they could get on to before showing what was inside. And there it was.
In my hands was a small metal chastity device. Small gaps were all around the cage, with one hole poking at the front end. On the back was a metal ring that was connected to the smooth cock cage that could open and close by a built in hinge. I looked inside the device, feeling for how much room I had. It looked to be enough for my flaccid member. But there was one little problem. I was still a tad bit stiff from this morning.
As I mention before I had a pretty pressing issue; my sex drive. Not to brag but I can be a major freak when it came to sex. And that was my problem. My libido had no off button. Day in and day out, sex was on my mind. And it’s gotten to the point that it was starting to be a distraction. It didn’t help that I was a bisexual guy with a nearly infinite list of fetishes under his belt. Everything from oral, exhibitionism, feet, you named it. Hell, I even had sex at my work. Boy that was great. One day, I was feeling rather frisky and it didn’t take long to find another good looking stud that shared the same kind of feeling. A few minutes later, I was taking my lunch break with a new acquaintance. And a few minute more allowed me to get a salty surprise from him. Boy did that perk up the rest of that day. I was ashamed at first. But deep down, I loved it. I might even do it again.
But that’s all going to change now. I needed to keep my desires in check. I needed to tame myself before I start becoming an insane addict that couldn’t go one hour without having something shoved in his rear to get his rocks off. And above all, I was worried what others would think of my deviancy. It’s true that I got around a lot. But I always was cautious about my secret self. I made for certain that my identity was safe, that nothing could trace me to my deeds. So sadly, all my little ‘adventures’ were only one night stands. But it was best that way. As long as no one knew the real me, I was okay with that.
Now that I got the cage, it was time to don my denial. Grabbing the silver lock that was also in the box, I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light. I started to undo the zipper of my pants and slipped them off before taking off my shirt. I was on the edge and rattled. As I stripped down to my bare body, second thoughts were tapping on my shoulder. My hesitation was getting worse and my eyes couldn’t help but keep themselves locked upon the chastity device, watching it as if it was some kind of wild creature, waiting to strike. I couldn’t wait any longer. Just staring at the device was making me shiver all over. So it was time to do the first leap. Taking my naked member I started to push it inside the steel cage. I gasped as it grazed the edges. Sheesh it was cold. You’d figured being put inside a box would keep it warm but it was like someone put it deep in a pile of snow for a while. Inching inside I covered the entire length of my cock with it, opened the back ring to slip my male sack inside, and closed it. Now, it was time for the moment of truth. I grabbed the lock, making sure it was unlocked before feeding the iron hook through the holes in both sides of the opening ring. I took a deep breath as that other half me clawed at me. It was hard. No sex. No masturbating. No pleasure. Nothing. There was going to be no turning back once I put the final lock on. And I knew that. But my fingers still hesitate to sign the waiver. They trembled, wanting to rip the cage off, wanting to indulge one more time, wanting to feel on more orgasm before being denied one more time. Still, it had to be done. I inhaled sharply, bit my lip hard, and snap the lock closed.
It was done. My male hood was now in prison, locked away in his unknown sentence, with not a single way of telling when he’ll get out. I exhale slowly and placed my hands upon my head. I did it. I finally did it. Now the next question was how long can I survive without the need, that primal desire. Even now, I could feel my member tap and press against the bars of his cage, unable to break free. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, examining my naked form. I’ve always admired my feminine like body, how my slim chest and curved hips gave an aura of androgyny and my skin was soft and smooth. It was a like having some sort of super power. If I wanted I could easily pass as a male or a female with a blink of an eye. I still remember the Halloweens I spent dressing up like Jessica Rabbit or Sailor Moon, giving all the guys a little show as I walked by. Boy did they get a nasty surprise when they found out the truth. Even now my body hasn’t changed much. But now between my legs there’s a small piece of metal that houses my cock little a wild animal. I eyed it with shaky legs, still regretting my decision. But it was for the best. I didn’t need any more distraction with my work life. I was going to take control of myself.
Not wasting anymore time, I slipped my pants and shirt on and went after my shoes, getting myself ready. Speaking of work, I had to head there soon or I was going to be late. I hunted down my belt, weaving it through my pant loops. But each motion I made finding my things reminded me of the cold tap of metal, the solid bands of steel that rubbed against my legs as I moved, I was in chastity. After gathering my things, I headed out the door.
This is going to be one hell of a day….
I worked at a local bakery called Honey Acres. It was locally owned and was relatively close by to where I lived. It only took me a 10 or 15 minute walk just to get to work. Lucky me! For the most part, it was just like average retail work, I sold bread, coffee, muffins, you name it. It was pastries galore. Most of the time it was an easy paycheck. I come in, do my work (provided I don’t decide on having a sexual experience during), and go home. Nothing was really stressful here until now.
The whole day I was there, I was constantly reminded by the chastity device of what I’ve done. And it was starting to be a lot harder than I thought. The urge, the desire, the need, it was all coming back full blown. It’s rather surprising how you never truly appreciate something until that certain something is locked away out of reach. This was going to be tough. And here I was at work, on standby, feeling the twitch between my legs. Deep breaths Jared, I told myself. Deep breaths. This was only day one. You can’t chicken out just yet. Not now.
The doorbell rang throughout the store. Thank God, a well-timed distraction. But as my gaze rose up I started to spot who was coming in, regretting to have ever done so. Coming in was a curvy young blond with hair length that reached to her shoulders. Green shining eyes, soft skin, dainty feet sheathed in black heels, and a smile made with ruby red lips. Her voluptuous breasts bounce under her blouse with each step she took. This only made my swelling problem worse as she walked up to the counter of the store. Folding her hands right on the table top, I had no choice but to approach her, taking deep breathes. It was the only thing I could think off. I was about to greet her. But she stopped me, tilting her head for a moment before speaking.
“Do I know you?” She asked curiously, eyeing my attire and raising her scanning eyes up to my face. The question threw me off and made the hairs on my neck raise just slightly. Why is she asking that? Does she know? I quickly answer back before the awkwardness sank in.
“No, I don’t believe so ma’am” I said defensively. My voice was calm and friendly. But I wanted to change the subject now. “I think you have me confused with someone else. One of my coworkers looks just like me and usually works during my shifts.”
“No…” she commented. “No, I’m sure I know you from somewhere. I just can’t put my finger on it…” she trailed off, kept her eyes fixed on me for a moment, and propped her head on the table. Deep inside, alarms and red lights were blaring wildly. Does she know me? Does she know about the secret me? For a moment, the script cards I had in my hand were now scattered all over the place, leaving me at a loss of words. What should I do? What should I say? My voice was stuck in my throat and I stood there like a deer in headlights as my composure was a slowly chipped away. She giggled before I could do anything and waved off the though. “It’s nothing to worry about anyways. I get around town a lot. So there’s bound to find a lot of familiar faces.”
“Well isn’t that so?” I said joining in on her laughter and hiding my insecurity behind a hasty smile.
“Now. What was I going to ask?” She trailed to glance at the menu. Then she perked up and placed a finger on an item, returning her gaze back to me. “Oh yeah. Two blueberry muffins and a slice of coffee cake please.” She said. I nodded began to reach over with gloved hands, fetching the items that she requested and placing them in a brown paper bag. Closing it up and placing it the on the counter and began to tap at the keys on the cash register. Occasionally, I’ll glance at her, not helping myself to at least admire her beauty. She was….unbelievably sexy. From her face down to her legs, each second I indulged made the cage rattle just a bit louder. I almost wanted to just blow my cover here and now and just take her. I still had a lunch break that I can call on. And the restroom had a lock on the door. If only. But I kept my mouth shut and went on to finalizing the purchase.
“$8.59 ma’am” I spoke. I saw her flash a smile as he reached into her purse and produced a wallet.
“You must get a lot of customers here don’t you?” She said as he took out a bill from her wallet and handed it to me.
“It sometimes gets busy,” I answered as started to run the numbers in my head, returning her change to her. She only kept her pleasant manner, leaning closer to me, not letting those eyes draw away from me for one second.
“I bet you could use some time to unwind a little.” I glanced down for just a second, spotting the open cleavage that was previously hidden from her blouse. “I know I would with all the traffic going in and out the store. But that’s just me. I’m not the kind of gal that waits for orders all day behind a counter.” She giggled with a bat of her eyelashes. I knew where this was going. My mind was saying “hell yes” but I knew that was absolutely impossible at the moment. Sadly I needed to turn her down fast before it gets any more awkward. With a small sigh, I leaned over the counter. An expression of boredom was on my face.
“Sorry. I’m already taken.” I stated firmly. That was the usual response to back off. But she only brushed off the response, keeping her smile.
“Come on. Don’t be like that.” she replied
“No. Seriously. I’m taken. And I’m not interested.”
She paused for a moment before speaking. “Are you sure?” She said coyly, prolonging the prodding. I narrowed my gaze, adding a bit more to the message. “Alright. Fine. I should get going anyways. And I shouldn’t be distracting you from your work.” She stepped away from the counter, produced a pen and a slip of paper from her purse and started to jot down something. I only rolled my eyes. She really didn’t know when to quit. After writing down the message, she flipped it over and slid it to me. “In case you change your mind, here’s my number. And please don’t hesitate to call me.” She then spun around on her heel and left, letting her hips sway, giving me just a bit more eye candy before leaving. I took a deep breath. This denial crap was already becoming a pain. Although, she was a persistent one at that. I looked down at the blank slip and for a moment, I contemplated what to do with it. I could trash it. But at the same time the image of her shined in my head, reminding me of her sexy curves and smooth skin. However, the provoking dream brought me back to reality as I heard the rattle of the cage. I had no choice. If I kept it, it would just torment me more. I picked up the slip. But my eyes then suddenly widened at the number that was written on the piece of paper.
“Looking for your key yet? 575-3697”
Instantly I panicked. Inside I felt as if all my dirty little secrets were pouring out one by one into the light. I felt exploited, naked, exposed as a closet deviant that was desperate to get laid. What the hell did she mean by “looking for your key yet??” Did she know? Was there even any way for her to know? I gripped the counter and started to take deep breathes. “Calm down” I told myself. “Take it slow. Just keep calm” I repeated those phrases. Every second that went by, my heart started to quiet down a bit. Yet it still raced. I glanced at the clock. 4:00 pm. I had three more hours before my shift ended. Then I could go home and lock myself in my own home for the night. Despite her looks, she was already putting me in a nervous wreck. Who the hell was she anyways? I had to settle down, focus on work, and keep myself cool before I start freaking out more of the customers. Once 7 rolled around, I could go home and detox. But there was a good thing about this at least; I was no longer thinking with my dick.
7’o clock couldn’t come any sooner. The moment I saw my replacement, I sprinted out the door without a single care to give. Despite what the busty girl said, whether it was a bluff or not, there was still an important detail that I completely forgot about. I never saw the key in the box. I was so wrapped up in my own damn punishment, I didn’t even check to see if the key came in or not. Deep inside, I was furious with myself. And that rage was fueling the power in my legs. I flew down the side walk to my apartment. Without skipping a beat, I barged into my room, slammed the door, locked it, and scoured the entire are for the box. I found it near my sofa in the living room. Quickly I peeked inside the brown cardboard container and shouted in agony. Nothing! But that didn’t stop my search. I frantically tore up the entire place, starting with the sofa, looking under everything I could lift up. The carpet was next. Then, I searched the bathroom. Every possible hiding place was getting checked at least twice. From every small nook and cranny, I searched in a wild panic. But nothing came up. There was not even anything that even remotely looks like the key. Nothing at all.
Defeated, I slumped down to the turned over couch and slammed forehead into my hands. How could I be so stupid?! I got so caught up with cutting myself off from sex that I completely forgot about the way to release myself. I looked down at my pants and stared at where the cage was at. Now what am I going to do about this, I thought. Getting bolt cutters was the first idea. But I quickly shut that one down. The mere thought of having something like that near my groin scared me half to death. Picking the lock was out of the question. And I doubt there was any way I could break it without hurting myself. I sat there, running through all my options, trying to find some way to get out of this. I remembered the note. Raising my head up, I started to dig into my pocket. “Yes!” I hissed to myself as I found the piece of paper. I flipped it open and grabbed my cell phone. My fingers jabbed at the buttons hastily, praying to God that she knew where my key went. It started to ring and on the fourth ring I heard a voice.
“I was wondering when you were going to call me.” The voice giggled from the phone, sending waves of anger throughout my body.
“Where the fuck is my key?” I growled back her. I was done playing around. If she knew where it was at, then she better tell me.
“I’m not telling you.” She responded. Her toying and teasing nature went away. There was now a cold chill secreting from her voice. “Not with that kind of attitude that is.”
“I said give it back!”
“And I’m ordering you to show me some respect.” She snapped back. That statement blew a big powder keg inside as I raised the phone to my mouth and shouted.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I’m about to find you and beat the shit out you if you don’t give me back my fucking key.”
“Keep testing my patience and we’ll see how your boss feels about having a whore as an employee.”
I choked for a moment, went silent, and stared at my phone in fear. My stomach quivered and rolled around in a circle. Every ounce of anger quickly flushed out of me. “What did you just say?” I managed to get out after swallowing.
I felt her smile seep out of the phone. “That’s probably why you got that chastity device of yours. To tame your inner slut I’m assuming? After all, it’s rather hard to fool around with a locked up dick.” I couldn’t believe it. It was coming true. My one big nightmare was coming true. Deep inside the panic was coming back, this time stronger than ever. But I listened to what she said. “I know all about what you did. You bought your self a cock cage because you thought you were becoming too much of a horn dog. But I got a feeling that’s starting to be a bit hard for you isn’t it?” She could be closer to the truth. “It’s probably even harder to relieve yourself without the key to the lock.” Another chuckle came from her voice.
“How did you get to it?” I questioned, worried, extremely worried, not wanting to believe any of this at all.
“I don’t reward little sluts that misbehave.” She simply replied back. “But if you want your key back I suggest you listen carefully.” I dare not speak back. My ears were focused on phone. “Call this number back in exactly 8’o clock. Not a minute late. In the meantime, get dressed. Get something pretty on. A nice skirt maybe with some heels or maybe frilly dress would look cute on you. Surprise me.” I bit my lip a little. She wants me to cross dress. Great. “Now, I must get going. I’ll expect a phone call from you soon, my little boy toy.”
She hung up. All the strength in my legs left me as I collapsed to the floor. This can’t be happening to me. It just can’t. I was already found out. And what’s even worse, I was being black mailed. My palm went to my head as I tried to keep myself together. I had to keep calm. I had to keep cool. I glanced at the clock and my eyes widened. Instantly I shot back to my feet and rushed to my closet. I only had 25 minutes to get dress. I couldn’t afford to waste them now.
It didn’t take me long to find something to wear. The lucky choice of attire was a sexy school girl’s outfit that I used to wear in a lot of my “private” encounters, complete with blouse and plaid mini skirt. To make sure I was up to bitch’s standards, I threw on some make up on here and there to give a bit of an edge. A little bit of lipstick here, some mascara there, my usual routine with crossdressing. If I wanted to be pretty, I could make myself look damn attractive. That I know for sure. But now I was doing it for the sake of my locked up manhood.
On the living room clock, the time showed 7:58. I had just a little bit more time. But even I didn’t waste those precious moments. I went over to the bathroom mirror gave myself a once over, looking at every inch of my body. I look cute enough. To be honest, I looked damn right delicious! I always loved my school girl outfit. I managed to give myself just enough of a fake bust to give a little eye candy up front. And I already had a nice plump ass in the back. Add a pair of white lacy underwear and I was ready to play the innocent little school girl who was ready for detention. So many good times were had with this outfit. But sadly, none of them could distract me from the current situation. I glanced at the clock more as I reached for my phone, dialed the number once again, and waited as the busy tone repeated itself. On the third time, I heard a voice from the other side.
“Good evening little pet.” The female’s voice chirped. I was beginning to hate that fucking voice. It made me want to smash her face in.
“Just get to the point alright. Now-”
“Ah ah ah.” She said cutting me off. “I’m the one in charge now, my pet. Now unless you want your key back, you will do exactly what I said. Now is that understood? ”
I thought for a moment, real hard. I was in no room to trade, compromise, or even talk about the current situation. She had me by the balls, both literally and metaphorically. And all I could do was follow suit and pray that she delivered in the end. I swallowed before speaking. “Yes” I managed to say.
“Yes ‘Mistress'” she said right after. “You will refer to me as Mistress, understood pet?”
God, I really wanted to deck her so much. But I played along. “Yes…mistress.”
I heard a giggle from the other side and I swear she was probably smiling with devilish grin on her face. “Good girl” she replied. “Now I want you to go to this address immediately. Its 238 Hollow Way Blvd. I’m sure you can find your way around to get there.”
“Yes mistress.” I replied
“I thought so.” She said. “But don’t dilly dally. I will not tolerate my pet being late. Understood?”
“Yes…Mistress.” I felt like a mindless zombie repeating myself over and over again. It was starting to get irritating. But I had to keep on going with this game. She let out another giggle as she spoke.
“Good to hear. I’ll be waiting my pet.” She then hung up. I placed a hand to my temples as I went my computer. Thank God for the internet sometimes. If you wanted to find something quick, All you had to do was Google it. Need a number? Google it. Need a recipe? Google it. It was one of many marvels of this age of technology. Yet I had such a primitive device strapped to my cock. Nether the less, I found the directions with ease, copied them to a loose slip of paper, and headed out the door. It was time to now meet her, sadly not in less stressful terms.
About ten minutes had elapsed as I ventured down the side roads of town, keeping my form away from any wandering eyes as I walked down the pathway. I loved my outfit to death. But I wasn’t the type of guy to show it off in public. If it was a private show, I’ll be all for it. I’ll even have a lot more fun if the person I was “entertaining” was blindfolded. But out here, I felt naked. The cool wind didn’t help at all as the breeze constantly swiped at my skirt. But I managed to get to my destination without any major difficulty, occasionally slipping in a nearby hiding place here and there to avoid the crowd’s sight. I made it.
Before me now was small house. There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could see. It looked too small to suggest that she was multimillionaire big shot. And it was smack dab right in the middle of a neighborhood. It was odd at first. But I was starting to understand her point of view a little. I mean if I was a two faced bitch, I wouldn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Her place actually looked similar to the other houses around hers, sharing similar qualities. All of them were made from brick and wood, had on driveway that lead to a garage, and was only one story tall. Good thing there weren’t any dogs out. The last thing I wanted was her neighbors being alerted about a crossdressing man that was approaching her house. Still I walked towards her house, being mindful of the front yard as I went to the door. I really didn’t want to give her anymore reasons to be pissed at me. As I approached the door, I knocked on it twice and waited. Then it opened, reveal the voluptuous female from the bakery again.
I was already ogling at how she was dressed, feeling my mouth gape at her appearance. She wore a black latex corset that pushed her breasts upward, giving them a nice little boost. Knee high boots encased her feet and her hips swayed parading her latex panties. A riding crop was in her shiny gloved hand, tapping the end at her palm. I couldn’t help but stare. I was still angry at the sneaky little bitch. But my god did she look hot in all of that latex. For a moment, I stood there in awe, unable to speak. She slapped her open palm again. “Inside my house, pet.” She ordered firmly, holding the door for me. Part of me wanted to argue, wanted to snap at her. But the other half got the best of me, commanding my legs with a docile manner, entering inside. She closed the door as I entered and before I could even get one word out of my mouth, she pushed me, hard, forcing me against the wall of the guest hall. The tip of her riding crop shushed me as those domineering eyes pierced right through me. I couldn’t help myself. I froze up, unable to speak or act, almost helpless as her Ruby lips curled upward and small dark giggle slithered past them. “Now you’re all mine. And just to make it clear. You WILL do exactly as I say, to the key. Any lip from you and there WILL be hell to pay. I will make sure of it.” Her presence seeped out of every word she spoke. My voice was stuck in my throat. But I slowly nod my head, biting my lip. Instantly she grabbed me slowly and flipped me around, pushing my face into the wall. “Hands behind your back pet.” I did what she said, placing them at the small of my back as I started to hear clicking and the rattling of chains.
“W-wait.” I managed to blurt out. “I was supposed to get the key from you right?” I was about to add more to my question. But she quickly snatched a handful of my hair, pulling me to her face as hissed into my ear.
“Did I say you could speak slut?” She said. Her voice sent chills, shivers that crawled all over my skin. Why did I felt so weak, powerless? Each second I was in the room with her, I felt as if my pride of a free man was being stripped away. She threw my head back to the wall and suddenly I felt the cold steel of bracelets around my wrists. I tested my hands for a moment, realizing that I couldn’t separate them. Well that answers my question if she put handcuffs on me or not. She snatched me from the wall when I was done, spun my body around, and return my gaze back to her eyes, those evil ruling eyes. Her gaze was sharp and forceful, making it difficult for me to keep my sight locked on her. “Now my pet.” She started again. “If you would like the privilege to cum again, then I suggest you be a good little girl.” I could feel her finger brush against the metal of my cock cage. Please take it off. Please. “If not. That’s always fine me.” She withdrew her finger and her smile grew wider. “I’ve always loved disciplining wild animals.” I swallowed spit and averted my gaze. What did I get myself into?
My new mistress yanked my bound arm and pulled me down the hallway as I hung my head down, averting her eyes but still feeling her suffocating presence. All my resistance had been drained, burned out. Just like that, I was done. Was it because she had my key? Was it because of her look? It could be because damn she could wear a corset. I was confused, silent, watching my surroundings as she guided me to the house. It was a small house. Nothing was completely out in the ordinary. The hallway and rooms that she guided me in reminded me of a nature cabin interior, giving off a very distant vibe to the area.
She then stopped, grabbed my face and pulled my gaze to hers. Those eyes. They were burning, radiating with absolute dominance. Just staring at them shattered my pride, ripped my dignity apart, and destroyed any ideas of defying her. I felt shivers tickle my skin at her glare, her aura suppressing any rebellion in me. I was losing this battle. “Kneel” she growled and suddenly my knee went weak. My body fell to the ground, standing at my knees as I lowered my head. My mind was still remembering her glare, that strangling gaze. The heel of her boot rose up to the back of my neck, pushing my head to the soft rug below me. The act made my rear like up in the air like a cat in heat. A small grumble crawled out from my throat. And she quickly responded with a swift stinging blow from the crop to my ass. “Did I ask for your opinion pet?” She snapped at me.
“I wasn’t-” SWAT! “I didn’t-” SWAT! I was wincing at the pain, grunting, curling my finger. She had a good arm, that for sure. Either way, I decided to stay quiet, learning my lesson from the previous strikes.
“Well?” Her voice was rising, sharpening. It cut at me like a knife, causing me the shudder, cower, painting fear deep into me. That fucking bitch!
“…no mistress” I replied meekly, earning me another smack from the crop. I bite my lip and closed my eyes. I can’t believe this. I’m so pathetic right now. At any point in my life I did not stoop to such a low. And in a matter of minutes, the will in my voice was crumbling, breaking. Her boot stepped off me followed my more harsh whips from the crop. My lips pursed in a vain attempt to keep quiet, enduring, not showing any verbal responds. Please stop. Please stop smacking me. Even though I didn’t say those words, I could hear my mind beg silently, desperately wanting her to show mercy, not wanting to feel more of my new wrathful mistress. But finally she stopped, grabbing her hair and yanking my head up slightly. I groaned as new something of metal and straps being fiddled with before she jammed something into my mouth. At first, the object shocked, forcing my jaw wide open as she pushed it past my teeth. It was a ring with two straps that she pulled on tightly, fastening the ends on the back. I tried to jerk my head away to dislodge the ring. But she fought back harder, holding my head steady as she finished securing my gag. She walked in front of me and stuck her boot right in front of me. I looked up to her, hesitantly. I didn’t know what she wanted. But I didn’t want to get hit again either. All she did was look down at me with that same burning glare.
“Clean my boot, pet.” She ordered firmly. I blinked as I looked at her boot. She couldn’t be seriously? Did she really mean what I think she meant. Just swallow your pride, I told myself. Your dick is on the line. And there was no compromising with her. I stretched my neck out and reached over to her boot, snaking out my tongue. The taste of her leathery black boot slammed against me as I lapped at the surface, scrubbing it diligently with my tongue. I moved as best as I could, maneuvering my head to get every angle. If only I could use my hands. If only they weren’t bound by cuffs. Still I kept going, despite the abuse that my palette was receiving. Now all I needed was approval. I heard her giggle as I continued to clean. She then grabbed my hair, forcefully raising my head up towards her. I groan and grunted before she began to stuff something inside my mouth, forcing my jaw open. Two straps were attached to the object that stopped my words. I thrashed my head about as she took both of them and wrapped them behind my head, buckling it snugly. It felt like a ring being jammed between my teeth, forcing my mouth open, making me all the more venerable. After the deed was done she snatched a hand full of my hair, jerked my gaze towards her, and slapped me right on the cheek. I hissed, well I attempted to do so. Her glares fired straight down at me, stunning me, causing me to rethink my next move. “You’re only bringing this on yourself pet.” She spoke with firm words. “I can be just as cruel if not more than the disrespect that you give me.” I could feel her grip tightened as looked up to her. Then she flung me down on to my back and pinned me to the floor with her heel, pressing the point down on my chest, injecting the pain deep in the flesh. She lean down as her hand slithered into my skirt. I was too busy trying to adjust my cuff hands. But I felt her frisky fingers grazing at the cold metal of the cock cage. That teasing bitch! Just lightly touching it was making my member slam at the bars, quickly hardening, wiggling around to find freedom. But alas, there was hardly any room for my cock to thicken, leaving me even more frustrated than ever. “Now I’m only going to say this once slut” she ordered, firmly molding her words with her Ruby lips. Unless you want to me to ‘forget’ where I hid your key at, you WILL do exactly as I say. Do I make myself clear?” The question echoed in my mind. What was she going to do to me now? What was next on her list of evil? And when was I going to get my key back? So many uncertainties! So much pressure! Caving in finally, I nodded, trying to say yes mistress with an open mouth. But my words only presented themselves as a gargled mess. A sneer formed on her face as she lifted her heel. “Good answer.” God, what have I gotten myself into?
“On your knees now!” She barked, turning her back on me as she walked towards the other side of the room. Her hips swayed as her heels clicked, keeping her same demeanor. How can something so evil own a body so sexy? I mean if I wasn’t in this situation, I would be flirting with her madly in hopes of a chance to get a piece of that ass. But now was DEFINITELY not the time to be gawking over some tail. I got up as fast as I my legs could scramble, pushing up to my knees first before standing up. My cuff hands made it difficult at first. But I quickly adapted. I hope I don’t have to wear these for too long. I tested their strength. They were solid. But my mind started to worry a bit about blood flowing to my hands properly.
Suddenly, the dominatrix distracted me again. She returned back to me with a new toy in hand, a black slender cane that she ran her fingers up and down. Pulling up a nearby chair, she sat down, legs crossed, smirking at me as I stared at her with both fearful and vengeful eyes. Her hand extended and her finger gestured for me to come. “ don’t be shy my little sissy.” She teased. “I only bite if you want me too.” A small giggle was added to her last sentence. I wanted to glare at her, growl at her, curse her out. But I already know where that will take me. Defeated by the circumstances, I shuffled my feet and lowered my head, embarrassed. This was embarrassing. No, this was degrading. As I got closer to her, I closed my eyes and avoided eye contact. But she placed a hand on my chin, forcing me to look at her. “now, stick out that tongue.” She order. I instantly jerked my head out of the way, out of her grasp. She tried to wrestle her grasp on to me again, but I still fought her. Then suddenly, a very sharp pain exploded from my groin, causing my eyes widen and to keel over a bit. I groaned through an open mouth as I noticed where she hit me at with that cane. That was cruel! You can’t just hit someone in the family jewels like that! “I said stick out your tongue. You WILL do what I say slut.” She said firmly.
I had to turn red at the sound of that word. It was true. I was one. Hell, I was a really huge slut. There was no denying that right there. But to be called that right out like that, it just made the humiliation worse. Needless to say, I submitted to her demands. I let my tongue stretch out through the ring gag, hanging limp for her to see like a dog panting. She raised her cane up to the muscle and rubbing the tip up and down it. The taste of hard leather hit my palette again. It wasn’t as bad as her heels. But it made me worried where she would strike me next with it. Her smile widened at my worried look.
“You have such a dirty mouth, pet.” She said “ I just can’t believe how much of a filthy talker to you.” Suddenly, she slapped my tongue sharply, causing me to grunt through the ring gag. Another strike came, causing me to wince as I still held it out. “You even talked back to me when I was trying to tell you about your servitude with me and then there was the name calling.” I tried to swallow spit. I had a bad feeling about this.” Let’s see, what was that you called me again? Oh, that’s right. You called me a BITCH!” another strike “ and you also didn’t ADDRESS me properly” another strike “and you even had the gaul to demand the key with out permission!” another strike. By now I was already whimpering and crying out in pain. It was so much, that my tongue began to retreat back in it’s wet came. But she snatched me by my neck. “ I said keep it out! Do it now!” she hissed at me. Her eyes burned into my skin as she kept those raging emeralds fixed on my skull. But I did as she said. Out it went again as she continued to spank it mercilessly. This time she held on to my neck, making sure I didn’t leave. She let me had it, giving one good smack out of another as I beg desperately for her to stop. But my pleas were incoherent, unintelligible, only coming out as “leasssh tah! Leeaash!”. But the only thing she was paying attention to was her sadistic act, smiling as she tortured me.
Finally she stopped, letting go of my neck and letting me hide my tongue as I jerked away from her grasp, cowering in front of her. She stifled a laugh with her gloved hand, holding the cane in her other one. “ I hope you enjoyed your punishment, pet.” She said “ I surely did.” I only looked at her, cautious of that smile. But I nodded.
“yeh issress.” I managed to get out. The gag was really getting in the way. And man, was it so fucking embarrassing to wear it but I just had to endure. I had to just play her game. The messed up part of this all was I starting to enjoy this. The spanking, her calling me a slut, the teasing she gave me. it was arousing even further than my one night stands. And why?! I didn’t this! I was trying to control my horniness, not make it worse! She grabbed me by the hair again, opened up her legs, and stuffed my face deep into her grown. Her musk, the leather, all of it hit me harder than anything she did to me. it attacked my nostrils, taking away my supply of oxygen. My lung screamed for clean air as she rubbed my face all over her crotch.
“Heel free to take a lick pet. You have my permission.” She cooed saucily, letting out a delightful moan as she continued. With out thinking, my tongue came out again, lapping at more of her leather items. But deep down I wish she would rip off those panties and shove my face into her wet womanhood. God, I want her. I wanted to eat out that pussy and make her scream. The smell of her nether region was getting my libido revved up and any second, I was about to beg and pant like an actual dog. I continued, not noticing her slipping off my own panties, pulling down to my knees. But I aided her, shuffling my legs to give her better access to them. Eventually, she took them all, yanking my head back and pulled me away from her. I only whine, begging to her with my eyes only. No! don’t pull me away. I want to taste you more. Please let me taste you. But she didn’t say anything at all. The only stuffed my panties inside my gaping mouth, abusing my taste buds once again. Then she lowered me again, pushing my head to the ground and my ass sticking up in the air, bare, naked with nothing covering it. My whining got louder, whimpering like a bitch in heat. I wanted her. I wanted to cum so damn badly. I wiggled my ass in her face. But she left my side. Part of me wanted to follow her, but not out of anger. Inside, thoughts of rubbing my face against her legs, purring to get her attention, and being over all needy filled my mind. God, I wanted her so bad.
I heard the click of her heels after a while as well as the jingling of metal. I felt her fingers grasp at my cock again along with another small piece of metal. Wait, was she going to unlock me? Was I finally free?! There was a soft click that instantly brought joy inside me. The metal cage was slipped off my cock, freeing my member as it thickened and poked outward, showing my true feelings. I couldn’t hide it anymore. I wanted pleasure. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked me, slowly, gently, coaxing my emotions . A moan slipped out through the panties as a finger slipped off and played with the head of cock, twitching at the mere massage. “My aren’t you feeling a bit horny.” She commented.
“eeh issess.” I pathetically replied. The panties made my speech worse. And despite me knowing that I couldn’t talk through my gag, I subconsciously did it. it was an automatic response, coming out of me with out me thinking. Not that I cared because my mind was now focused only my cock. She stopped however, as I felt something poke at my rear. It was smooth, hard, and it’s tip rubbed against my puckering ass. Hold on, was this a dildo?! Before I could even look behind me, the mysterious object began to push deep inside me, invading my rear, sliding inside as I gave out a grunt from the surprise. I was right! Dear god I was right! It was a big one too. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as more of it’s length entered my ass, Adding more to my heat, causing me to mewl for mercy through my panty-ring gag.
“now just relax pet.” She spoke softly as she rocked her hips, thrusting her dildo deeper and deeper in me. “just relax and take it all in.” my toes and fingers curled and I tried to bite down on the ring gag. I always had a tight ass, a nice little fuck hole for all the guys to shove it inside. And to be honest, Anal was one of my biggest fetishes. I feeling of something entering your asss, burying inside you, fucking you relentlessly as they forcefully grabbed your arms, oh god, I loved it. It was easily one of my top three. But doing anal with a dildo, now that was a new one. But it was becoming just as enjoyable as a real one. Her hands crawled down my side, reach for my hard manhood, and continued to stroke me lovingly. I started to breathe feverishly as she pressed my faced against the carpeted floor.
“uuck ee. Uuck ee leeeash!” I beg. I wanted more, more. The tempo picked up, bucking her hips wildly as her hand stroke me wildly. Slowly but surely, I felt my self climbing up the mountain top, going higher and higher up. my climax was getting closer the more she fucked me with that dildo. In my head, I was screaming for joy. Yes. Oh yes! Please use me mistress! Her hand stroked my cock madly as I felt it throb in her hands. My hand clenched at the pleasure, huffing out moan after moan as she fucked my tight little hole. Closer and Closer I got. I was almost there, getting to the edge.
Then suddenly, a sheer force of pleasure slams against my body, gripping me tightly in a surprise. I let out a loud moan of pain as she continued ramming her strap on in me. Feeling my cock explode with a stream of my side, she stroked madly, working my length. My climax sounded throughout my entire body as she slipped her dildo out of me, slowly. Gently I let my body slide to the ground as the warm glow of my orgasm wrapped around me like a fuzzy blanket. My nerves sang. Every inch of my body was sapped of its energy as I breathed heavily through the panties. That orgasm…my god, it was huge. That was probably the biggest one I had yet. And the warmth of the aftermath was still strong, lulling my body to a massage. My brain was out to a lunch break. And for a good while, I had not a single care in the world. I just me on the floor, relaxing, unwinding, feeling absolutely fine.
I felt a small kick to my side, coaxing me to roll on my back, laying their flat on cuffed. It was a little uncomfortable. But I didn’t care at all. I was still enjoying the glow, that wonder feeling that washed over me that-
My eyes shot open as I snapped my head towards the click. I looked down as saw the metal cage again and the key that she had in her hand. NO! she put it back on?! WHY?!! I whined and mustered up what little strength I had before she pushed me back down using her stiletto. She promised! She promised to let me go! She promised to take it off! I felt betrayed, tormented by her broken word. But all she did was just smirk at me with that same sadist curve of her lips. “oh come now Pet.” She said. “ we can’t be greedy after all. I only let you cum once before you earned it. You haven’t learned how to control your urges though.” She leaned down towards me, placing a finger on my nose. She’s lucky that I’m gagged because I had the urge to bite the finger right off. “ So it looks like I might need to get you a bit more training.” I kept my sharp glare, but thoughts were wary about this ‘training’. Furthermore, I was starting to worry. Does she plan on keeping me here longer? Will she ever release me here? What did she had in mind. She took her heel off me and dangled my key in the air before pocketing it inside her bra. “ starting today, I will be controlling when you cum. I’m sure you don’t mind do you. After all, if you don’t, all you have to do just tell me.”
FUCK YOU, YOU CONTROL CRAZY BITCH! But sadly, the insult collapsed once it past my lips. It was official. I was regretting ever buying the cock cage.
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