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“Are you going to leave me?”
It was almost a whisper, but she caught it on her way into the bathroom from the bed where she left him. She didn’t turn or answer.
He was left in turmoil, lying on the bed, wracked with jealousy and self doubt, he curled into the fetal position facing the passage to the bathroom. Why did he do this, he wondered, why did he want to be dressed up, to be controlled, to be cuckolded? And for how much longer would she put up with it? He looked down at his cock, trapped inside a pink hard plastic cage, looked down at the hot pink stripper heels he wore, padlocks at the ankles trapping him inside them. A matching padlock secured the cage and the pink leather and lace collar and matching cuffs at his wrists.
The key was on a chain between her breasts. It was the only key, he had been sitting with a raging hardon in a taxi when she had gleefully thrown the other two out of the window eight months ago. He had agreed! Now he was trapped. The doubt resurfaced and he choked back a groan. Biting his lip he tasted her lipstick, their lipstick, they had both been made up by the time she left their bedroom for the short walk down the hall. The walk that ended at the door of the big guy who was renting that room from them for the month. The big guy who fucked her so hard he could hear her gasps and cries from where she left him locked to the frame of their bed.
And when she had returned, she smelled of him, her make up a mess and her pussy wet and full of thick cum. She straddled his face where he lay and teased him gently about being her Desperate Little Pervert as he lapped at her pussy, cleaning her and drinking in the big guy’s cum. He didn’t want to do it, he had fantasized about it, that was all. Then she had made him do it and he had got turned on doing it, partly because she made him do it. That was three weeks ago and from there it had descended into a world where he no longer had control. Almost every night she left his bed to be with the big guy. Each night returning soiled and exhausted and wanting him to clean her, sometimes rewarding him with sex, other times not. She asked him to dress up for her, to bring out his inner gurlie girl, she began to cuff him, collar him, cage him when she left, saying that the more she teased him the less she trusted him to keep his hands to himself. Tonight she had even put makeup on him and teased his longish hair into a more feminine bob.
The big guy was leaving in the morning and he wouldn’t be back. He had been locked into the cage all week. He was at turns so desperately horny or desperately scared that she would leave him. When he was horny she could do anything to him and she knew it. Tonight had been a long night, there was a lot of cum, had the big guy fucked her twice? When he had finished cleaning her pussy she had unlocked him from the bed and lying back on the pillows she pulled his face back into her pussy to lick her to orgasm as she told him about the fabulously wild fucking she had just experienced.
He heard the toilet flush and her spike heels on the tile but she did not appear. He listened to her rustle around in the closets and his mind began to fill in what he couldn’t see. She had two suitcases in there, was she packing to leave? This thought burned through him, jealousy and yearning taking hold of all common sense, blanking out all the other alternative scenarios until he was about to call out to her, beg her not to leave.
It was then she appeared around the corner, seeing his panic filled face and open mouth, she put her finger to her lips. “Not a word or I will gag you!” She lifted her hand and he saw the ball gag which she waggled playfully at him for emphasis.
She swaggered over to the bed in the sexy way that always got his heat up. He was beginning to feel the panic recede as he drank in her curves, a mischievous look in her eye had replaced the look of sexual satiation, and her soiled panties were replaced by her big strapon cock. She walked over and looked down at him, still curled up on the bed. Damn, how could a boy look so sexy in girl clothes? How could his gaziantep escoty submission be such a turn on for her!
“Roll over!” She commanded.
He complied, his back and butt facing her. He looked over his shoulder at her as she saw the pink bunny tail butt plug that amused her so much.
Grinning, she reached down and playfully gave it a tug, drawing a gasp of pleasure from him. Then she pulled on it more firmly, easing it from between his grasping muscles. It sent joyful arcs of pleasure through him, a groan left his lips. Just before it was fully out, as his asshole was starting to slip closed behind the thinner retreating tip of the plug, she stopped and reapplied the pressure, pushing it back into him until he was at his most distended, the ache of the hole stretched wide sending further intense rockets of sensation through him. Just like that, she fucked him with the plug, slowly, deliciously, kneeling on the bed, looking down at him, drinking in his submission and need. With her free hand she caressed his body through the hot pink teddy he wore, sending further shivers through him. Then down over his stocking clad legs to the hot pink sandals with the little locks at the ankles.
“Mmmmm, ownership is such a delicious thing!” She held the little lock in her hand before stroking his ankle and back up his leg to his caged cock, straining within its confinement. “Mmmmm, and you like being owned don’t you, my desperate little pervert!”
“Yes, M’lady,” He whispered in lust filled need. He couldn’t feel the touch of her fingers, just the movement of the cage as her hand cupped and stroked it. It was surreal to see her hand stroking his caged cock but feeling almost nothing. He watched her, she knew he wanted more, wanted her to release him from the cage and feel her fingers on his cock, gripping and stroking him to his release. Knew he dreamed of being in her mouth not in this cage. Knew he craved to be gripped by the muscles of her pussy not the rings of hard plastic.
“You asked for this, remember?”
“Yes, M’lady!” He replied quickly although he wondered if there was more in that statement than just what was on the surface. He had asked to be locked, teased and tormented. He had fantasized about the torment of being dressed up, locked up and cuckolded. It had all been a game until the unexpected opportunity arose and she grasped it. Now it was real, very very real.
“And it still turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, M’lady!” He answered sheepishly. How could he deny the need straining inside him now, straining inside him every day.
“Mmmmmm, you’ve been so good, baby!” She purred. “Such an obedient little perv! Listening to that big guy pound my tight little pussy night after night, cleaning me up every time, eating our cum for me, all the time so pretty and pink! You deserve a reward, don’t you think! You deserve some release!”
The pleading look in his eyes may have been all the answer she needed. She pulled the plug all the way out of him and handed him the lube. He eagerly coated the big black silicon dick strapped around her waist with the lube, stroking it, mesmerized by both the cock itself and the little moans that escaped her lips as his movements caused the other smaller end to move inside her.
She roughly pulled at his leg and stood back on the floor. He got the message. It was a tall bed and a firm mattress. He followed her tugging until his ass was on the edge of the bed and she was between his legs. She centered the tip between his buttocks, stroking up and down the grove a few times.
He felt the need in him, real and delicious as the tip grazed over his desperate hole. She saw it in his face and pushed in. He groaned in lust as she filled his ass and his need for filling in one slow deliberate push. Her pressure was slow but insistent and unyielding, the slick slippery shaft offering him no way out until it was sunk into his depths and he was panting and gasping, clawing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to cope with the invasion. She buried her big black cock to its depths in his ass in one slow hard thrust. Her eyes as wide in delighted lust and power as his were in the ultimate act of submission. His need was greater than the pain of entry, the plug had loosened him, the days and nights in the cage had produced a delicious hunger.
Deep, deep inside him, she finally stopped, their hips locked together. Her look intent and keen, she watched him adjust to the invasion, watched as he calmed and then she began to rock, ever so slowly, thrilling herself as much as him as the twin dildos stirred them both with every movement.
She leaned over him as her hips rolled gently, swirling the cock inside him. She kissed him tenderly. “And as for your question.” She kissed him again, the cock still moving as she slowly gyrated her hips. “How could I ever leave you!” She kissed him again and he moaned with the sensations deep inside his ass, the soft kiss and the tenderness of her words.. “You and I are one perfectly matched pair.” Another kiss. “Every perversion of yours married to a kink of mine!” Kiss. “Every bizarre need in me drawn out by a kink of yours!” Kiss. “He is just a pawn in our game.” Kiss. “I go to him to torment you!” Kiss. “The act is only complete once you have cleaned me!” Kiss. “Only with your mouth full of his cum is my ownership of you complete!” Kiss. “His fucking is wonderfully intense!” Kiss. “If he were Bi, I’d have him fuck you!” Kiss. “I’d have you kneel in front of him and worship his cock!” Kiss. “He is a bull!” Kiss. “I am your Queen!” Kiss. “I own you!” Kiss. “I can do whatever I wish!” Kiss. “But the real thrill!” Kiss “Is knowing what it is all doing to you!” Kiss. “Knowing that my Desperate Little Perv is getting off on it too!” Kiss. “If there was no DLP it would be bland and ordinary!” Kiss. “Just another rough and too quick fuck!” Kiss. “But knowing my DLP is lying here, waiting!” Kiss. “Listening!” Kiss. “Aroused!” Kiss. “Takes it to an entirely different level!” Kiss “Without you, I’d just be another slut wanting cock.” Kiss. “With you I am a Queen.” Kiss. “Taking pleasure wherever I want!” Kiss. “And multiplying it by sharing with you!” Kiss. “I will never leave you!” Kiss. “I will always own you!” Kiss. “I will always be your Queen!” Kiss. “And I will always find my deepest pleasure!” Kiss. “Tormenting you!” Kiss. “Teasing you!” Kiss “And pleasing you!”
With that she pulled back, her cock slipping out of him until only the tip remained then pushing back in to the hilt. “Like that!” She said grinning
“Oh, fuck!” He whimpered.
She grabbed up the gag and thrust the ball between his lips. Holding it in place tightly between her fists on either side of his head, she fucked him in deep hard thrusts, over and over, five, ten twenty, thirty, hard and deep. He was gasping for breath and she was laughing with delight.
“Oh, Fuck! DLP you bring out the animal in me!” She pounded into him over and over, her hips slamming into him, fully aroused by the cock moving in her and the feeling of complete power over him, knowing he could take all of this and much more with his cock caged. She released her grip on the gag and he panted his submission.
He loved being fucked by her. He loved being fucked in the cage, it gave him nowhere to go. There was no quick escape from the delicious fucking by stroking himself, his only focus was the big cock filling him over and over and the slow building need it fueled. The only way he was going to find relief was by taking her cock, letting it awaken every sensation until his body could take it no longer and poured out its seed.
Slowing and straightening up she looked down at him. “You love this don’t you!”
“Yes, M’Lady.”
“I should find you a man so you could get it from a real cock! Would you like that, DLP?”
He paused only slightly before he answered: “Yes, M’Lady.”
“I should find two, to fuck both of us side by side on the same bed! Would you like that, DLP?”
“Yes, M’lady.” He said, this time with no hesitation.
“I love being fucked by the big guy, I want to see you get it too.”
She stood rolling her hips, he reveled in the sensations her cock was sending through his body. Oh, how he loved being fucked in the cage!
She watched him, rocking her hips slightly. Watching the effect it had on him, watching the pleasure it gave him. Experimenting and learning where to go for the maximum effect. There was nothing more thrilling than his eloquent submission, every movement from her gave an immediate reaction from him. From a quick escape of breath to a delicious eye rolling groan of lust, she began fucking him by his reactions. She saw his need to be stroking himself as the intensity built, she watched him reach for his cock only to find the cage. She grinned down at him, knowing that now his only focus was her big cock filling him over and over and the slow building need it fueled.
“You love this, don’t you!” She hissed down at him.
“Yes, m’lady!” He groaned, lost in his lust.
“You want to cum, don’t you!”
“Oh, Yes, M’Lady. Yes M’Lady, Yes M’Lady!” He moaned in time to her thrusts.
“You NEED to cum, don’t you!”
“Oh, Yes, M’Lady. Yes M’Lady, Yes M’Lady!” He panted in a mantra to her
“I own you!”
“Oh, Yes, M’Lady. Yes M’Lady, Yes M’Lady!” The sensation rising in him, his need to submit only fueled by his lust.
She fed on his depravity, knowing that the only way he was going to find relief was by taking her cock, she fucked him deep and hard, getting into a rhythm, feeling the smaller dick moving inside her, adding to her own pleasure of making him submit. She fucked on, knowing the power she held over him, reveling in the dominance, feeding on his desperate lust. Her own body climbed higher as she rode him, watching it awaken every sensation in him, watching his face contort with lust until his body could take it no longer and he began to cum, his seed streaming out of the tip of the cage, spurting in time to her thrusts, over and over.
He was moaning “Yes, M’Lady, Yes, M’Lady!” over and over in a delirious outpouring as he lost himself in his pleasure. She reveled in the adoration, feeling her own orgasm rise in response, she ground her pussy onto the little dildo inside the strapon, forcing it to move inside her, drawing out exquisite cries and gasps from her and rolling the bigger end of the dildo around in his ass. Her more fevered movements pushed him further over the edge and milked yet more cum from him. He whimpered “Yes M’Lady, yes, m’lady, balling the sheets into his hands in an attempt to pull himself back onto her cock further and further. Adding this pressure to her writhing pussy was all she could take and she came, grasping his leg for support as she towered above him, her mind exploding in a cascade of pleasure as her pussy throbbed and clutched at the silicon cock buried inside her. She rocked her hips back and forth frantically trying to milk every last drop of sensation from every stroke inside her pussy and forcing the cock inside him to stroke across every over-stimulated nerve ending inside him. They cried out together, gasping and panting as her orgasm reached its peak and his rolled on to another even higher cascade of intense pleasure.
Finally her movements slowed and ceased. She stood over him, her silicon cock still buried deep in his ass, catching her breath, enjoying little aftershocks as even the little movements of her breathing caused little movement of the dildo.
Calming, finally sated, she looked down at him. What a prize she had here! How could this sexy guy look so feminine? Why did it turn them both on so much to dress him as a girl? Why did she love cuckolding him so much? And who was this power hungry bitch who took over her body when he looked so feminine? How had she changed from the pretty little inexperienced college girl into the dominatrix with desires she couldn’t have imagined five years ago.
“I love you, M’lady!” He murmured.
“You do this to me, you know!” She whispered. “Without you, I would be a quiet little housewife. Tomorrow he leaves, then life can go back to normal, whatever that looks like!”
“Is that what you want?”
“All I want is you. All of the extraordinary things in our life are a bonus. For a while it will be just us. We’ll find some other extraordinary thing to entertain us in time!”
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