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I leaned against the wall, scrolling through my phone surrounded by mostly people I didn’t know, sipping on my beer. Basma, my friend throwing the party, had practically dragged me out to it, knowing my aversion to such things. But I relented, knowing how excited she had been to throw one in her new-ish apartment, taking the opportunity to let a little of Rory spill out of me. Wearing some fishnets, cute pleather booty shorts, casual top, and a bit of mascara, I had hoped being dressed more feminine would spur me to enjoy the party.
It didn’t.
Not wanting to bail out on her party too early, I smiled half-heartily at people I met, watching Basma bounce back and forth between groups, a big smile on her face. Ever the hostess. It wasn’t a bad party by any means, just boring! Give me a kinky get together, latex and leather all over the place, and dark corners to get lost in any day of the week. But I could only sigh, instead surrounded by an excited group of people chatting about the Bachelorette…
Glued to my phone, I didn’t notice someone plant themselves on the wall beside me. “You must be Rory.” My eyes shot up in surprise, seeing a tiny woman sizing me up with those big eyes of hers. Instantly I felt myself squirming inside, blushing from being noticed.
“Um, yeah. Hi. Wait, how do you know me?” I asked, my new mysterious friend smirking at me.
“Basma told me about you, said she was finally able to drag you out to one of these.” I glared in the direction of my friend, who was currently failing at hiding her subtle attempt to look at the both of us from the corner of her eye. Turning back to the stranger I sassily rolled my eyes.
“Well drag is a bit rude, but I suppose so.” I said, putting my phone down to look into those confident, alluring eyes. “And who might you be?”
“I’m Claire. I like your outfit Rory.” Once more I blushed, suddenly feeling far too underdressed for the occasion.
“Thanks, I thought feeling cute might make me less bored.”
“I suppose that didn’t work then.” Claire stated, laughing as I sighed, shaking my head. “Well maybe we can help each other then, you know, as a fellow bored party go-er.” I smiled, taking a sip while we chatted. An hour seemed to fly by talking with her, so simple and easy to talk to, blushing as I divulged much about myself, too much most likely as I often did. But if she seemed to mind, Claire didn’t show it.
Through the conversation Claire began touching my arm, gripping my hand to emphasise a point, even running a hand over my shorts to see how they felt. I so easily fell into that more submissive side of myself, blushing constantly as she controlled the conversation. I was useless around confident women, turned so quickly into a blushing, stammering mess. It always amazed me how someone I physically towered over could without effort dominate me so easily.
A change that seemed to please Claire, watching her become more assertive and curious, ‘forced’ to answer all her questions. An obvious excitement grew between us, feeling my cock stirring between my legs, trapped in a tuck so I could wear my cute, tiny shorts. Placing a hand on my chest, Claire leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I think…you should come home with me now, Rory.” Not a question, more an obvious statement, one she already knew the answer to. Blushing, feeling my heart pounding against her tiny hand, I nodded. We finished our drink, walking out of Basma’s apartment, seeing a final image of my friend standing there, a giant smile spread across her face.
Sigh…I was never hearing the end of this.
But that didn’t stifle my excitement in the slightest, sitting against Claire in the back of a rented car, heading to her apartment. Her hand firmly on my leg, squeezing and rubbing while I tried to remain composed, refusing to moan and embarrass myself in a stranger’s car. Thankfully it was a short trip, my face flushed as we made our way inside. I whimpered with excitement as Claire pushed me against the closed door, pressed tightly against me.
With a finger, she beckoned me to lean down, gripping my throat as we kissed, finally free to moan away in excitement. Slowly I felt myself guided down to the floor, on my knees before this surprisingly dominant woman, feeling light from our make-out session. Pulling away, Claire stared down at me with a smile, my eyes betraying the submissive mindset I had been pushed into.
“There, that is a perfect place for you, at my feet.” I blushed, staring down at the floor while I listened to her giggle, feeling a tiny hand gripping my hair. Whimpering, I felt myself pushed into her crotch, pressed against her leggings, feeling the heat radiating from her clothed pussy. “Can you feel what you did to me at the party, Rory? How seeing that cute butt of yours in those shorts made me so excited?” It was my turn to giggle, nodding up at Claire.
A sternness in her voice, eyes locked on mine, she gripped my throat a bit harder as she leaned down. “I think you should take responsibility for your istanbul rus escort actions then, don’t you?” Again, I could only nod, staring up in disbelief just how good she was at dominating me. Claire held me there for a bit longer, ensuring I was completely trapped in her control, before letting go to pull down her pants, not even stepping out of them as she pressed me against the door, hairy pussy buried against my nose and mouth.
I moaned in surprise, before sticking out my tongue for her to grind on. Claire groaned, hand in my hair once more as she rubbed up and down, hips thrusting against me as I stayed completely still. Sensing she had no interest in letting me help, I sat patiently as I was used, my mouth just something for her to grind on, to ride for her own amusement. Each of her moans sent shivers through my body, cock now pressing hard against my tiny shorts.
Not lying about how turned on she had been, I watched as Claire’s body tightened and quivered against my tongue, held firmly trapped between her and the door while she came hard on my face. Pulling away slightly, I giggled as I flicked my tongue along her clit, watching her shiver and move further back.
“Stop that!” Claire smiled, out of breath, playfully smacking my cheek. Finally able to glimpse her pussy, I felt such a hunger grow inside of me to be allowed to worship it. I stared up at her expectantly, wanting more, needing more. Needing her control, the hand in my hair driving me wild. Still recovering, she held me still while breathing slowly, head tilted back as she sighed in relief.
“Such a good girl, Rory.” I whimpered, those two words seeming to slam into my body, heightening my excitement. Claire ran her hand through my hair, determination returned after her orgasm, those big eyes once more holding me in place. “Did you have fun being my little toy?” I nodded eagerly, hoping I wasn’t finished in that role for the night.
Claire smirked, bending down for another kiss, making it my turn to feel out of breath and off balance. Head still spinning, I stayed on my knees as she stripped off her leggings and shirt, standing naked in front of me. She motioned for my arms up, removing my shirt as well, her fingers reaching down to tease my nipples, kneeling to stare directly into my eyes. I whimpered, sitting on my heels while she played with me, held hostage by my own desires.
Satisfied that she had me in a submissive, malleable mindset, Claire took my hand in hers, leading me on shaky legs to her bedroom. I felt a leather collar belted around my neck, a leash connected to her tiny wrist pulling me between her legs once more. “Now, I am far from finished with that tongue, honey.” I blushed, waiting eagerly for her to let me closer, wanting to taste her pussy some more. “Go slowly, and listen to what I tell you.”
I did just that, listening to Claire as she told me exactly what to do. A bit left, longer licks, suck on her clit, circle her with my tongue, run it through the folds of her pussy, slower, faster, harder…for an hour I pleasured her in whatever way she demanded and wished for, listening to her moans and sighs of happiness. She showered me with compliments, saying how pretty my eyes looked between her legs, how sexy it was seeing my ass in the air, and what a good girl I was being for her.
Finally tired of being teased, Claire showed me how to make her cum, licking and sucking consistently until she screamed, legs snapping closed on my head, holding me firmly in place while she quivered around me. Pulled in tight to her pussy with the leash, I was once more happily trapped against her, not daring to slow or hinder in my duties. As she came down from her orgasm, I continued to gently lick the full length of her pussy, listening to the satisfied moans coming out of her.
“Phew…such a good fucking girl.” My collar tightened, pulled up to her face as Claire kissed me, brushing a hand through my now messy hair. “I hope you know I’m going to make you do that a lot, now.” I giggled.
“I’m okay with that…” We both laughed together in between kisses.
“Although this does mean that we are going to have to suffer through the insufferable Basma…oh the amount of ‘I told you so’s’ she will lay at our feet.” I sighed along with Claire, knowing the truth of that statement. Yet, as I fell asleep against her chest, a giant smile spread across my face, I knew it would be worth suffering through.
Claire put herself in my phone the next day, using my tongue once more in the morning. Heading back home after such a wonderful night I felt light on my feet, unable to comprehend just how excited she made me. I arrived home to a photo of her pussy, fingers spreading it apart, saying she missed me already. I couldn’t get the blush out of my face for the rest of the day!
A few days later a package arrived at my door, confused as I hadn’t ordered anything. Opening it up I gasped, my fingers shaking as I took everything out. Claire had sent over a care izmir escort package it seemed, a set of beautiful dark red lingerie, with garters, nylons, and silky long gloves. Underneath was a bright pink cage, a complimentary harness attached to wrap around my waist and thighs. I sat there breathless on my bed as I looked on at her gift, unable to stop my fingers from running through it all.
My phone lit up, forcing me out of my surprised stupor. Claire’s name on the screen, I opened her message.
Claire: Did you get it?
Rory: Just now, how did you know!?
Claire: It said it arrived on my phone. Put it on now.
Rory: Now!?
Claire: Now, baby girl.
I huffed, blushing from her calling me that, removing my clothes excitedly. Firstly, I strapped the cage on, clicking together tightly against me. It was only after I put it on that I realised she hadn’t sent a key…fuck.
Already in, I growled, wrapping the harness around myself after connecting it to the cage. Secured, sitting comfortably against my skin, I snapped a few photo’s to send to Claire.
Claire: Mmmmmm, good. It fits perfectly.
Rory: There’s no key!
Claire: Why on earth would you need a key?
How am I supposed to take it off now!!?
Claire: You let me worry about that, my good girl, we’ll talk this weekend. Now put on the rest of the outfit and show me.
I pouted, sticking my tongue out at my phone, already feeling my new pink clit beginning to strain. I wasn’t a stranger to chastity, owning several of my own. But this was the first time I had been caged by someone else, not to mention no key! Only slightly terrified, I did as I was told, pulling the stockings up my legs.
Wearing the complete ensemble, my worries were quickly washed away, replaced by a submissive excitement to be dressed so pretty. I got carried away taking pictures and videos to send, each one sending shivers through me as Claire responded, calling me her good girl.
Claire: I knew it would look good on you, maybe a bit loose on your chest but otherwise perfect.
Rory: Well I’m sure it is meant for people with boobs so… 😛
Claire: Haha, yeah. I can’t wait to see you in person wearing it, Saturday you are to wear it underneath when you come visit, okay?
Rory: That is so far away! Do I really need to wear this cage until then??
Claire: You can do it, hun. I’ll have a surprise for you here if you’re a good girl.
Rory: Okay…
Claire: See you soon, my little cutie.
All the names she called me seemed to go straight to my face, constantly blushing from her compliments. I spent the rest of the day prancing around in my new outfit, falling further into that submissive side of myself, wanting nothing more than to serve her once more. But Saturday was four days away, and as I stared down at my pink clit, I knew that it would feel like an eternity.
Every night I wore Claire’s outfit, feeling that familiar need build inside of me with each successive morning of denial. Waking up caged is such a confusing, wonderful feeling. A straining, aching clit, refusing to back down as you whimper and moan against your sheets. Your mind is torn between wanting to be unlocked for an exploding orgasm, and being kept caged, denied, held in that mindset as it eats you alive, pushed further into submission. As I had not been provided the key to my cute new cage…I was stuck with the latter.
When Saturday finally rolled around, my arousal had heightened, a constant ache between my legs that tore at my sanity. As I waited in front of Claire’s building, huddled in my jacket against the cold, my clit sensed something was afoot, refusing to let up in its futile attempt at an erection. Scowling, I glared at her as she opened the door, greeting me with the biggest, knowing grin I had ever seen.
Walking into her warm apartment, Claire immediately confiscated my clothes, holding her body against mine to help warm me up. On my knees, I felt her arms wrapped around my chest, draping my neck with cute little kisses, each one forcing a whimper from my lips. My clit ached intensely in her presence, four days of frustration commencing into tonight. Needless to say, I was quite excited.
After warming me up, Claire inspected the cage, her tiny hands gripping and squeezing as I moaned, feeling as if I’d burst at any moment. But she mostly ignored me, giggling as she snapped a few photo’s of her own, at different angles with my full, aching balls in her hands. With a final grin, she playfully spanked them, bounding off to her room, returning with a bag.
I tried to protest, complaining that she had already spent far too much money on me. But Claire placed a finger against my lips, that dominant stare holding me silent as I looked up at her, so easily and comfortably falling into my proper place at her feet.
“If I want to spoil my good girl, I will.” Those eyes pinned me down, barely able to breathe as I nodded. “That’s better. Now, my silly little Rory, thank izmir otele gelen escort your Daddy for your present.” I whined, my eyes wide as I heard the title she had given herself. My clit ached, pulsing with a ferocious need I had never felt before, the desire to serve this woman surging through me.
“Thank you Daddy…” My voice had gone completely soft, barely a whisper, as her satisfied smile washed over me. She stroked a hand through my hair, pulled against her groin as she called me her good girl. After ensuring my protests were silenced, she handed me the bag, watching as I whimpered with each item I pulled out.
A set of cuffs and collars, bright pink almost perfectly matching my cage. A darker pink corset, looking far too small, ready to wrap around my not-so-slender waist. But the final piece was what made my breath catch, carefully lifting it out to admire. A full body nylon suit, the neck stretching to allow my body through it, slowly sliding up my legs. Daddy’s eyes danced the entire time as I stepped into it, helping fix seams and set it in place.
I stood in shock after it was covering me perfectly, whimpering softly as she placed the corset and cuffs onto me. My eyes were immediately drawn to my clit, having its own tiny pouch to sit in, perfectly hugging the cage in every way. I’d never worn anything like it, and after today, I feared I wouldn’t want to wear anything else.
Returned to my knees, my new Daddy placed the pink collar around my neck, kissing my cheek as it was locked into place. I felt my skin covered everywhere, feeling the tight fabric with each movement, lost in the sensations. Staring up at Claire, I moaned excitedly in anticipation for whatever she had planned next. She smiled down at me once more, my cheek held delicately in her palm.
“Exactly how I pictured you’d look. You are beautiful, Rory.” I blushed, looking down to see a wet spot already forming in my nylons, clit unable to hide its own excitement. I giggled, knowing my Daddy could see it too, slightly embarrassed the effect of her gift and control were having on me. She directed me down, bent over with my ass in the air, arms outstretched against the floor. Gently pushing my head down to the floor, I whimpered as her hands explored my body, rubbing and squeezing how she wished.
Truly feeling like a toy, a pet, an object for her amusement, I fell even further into my own submission. I whimpered loudly, my body shaking from the treatment, brimming with excitement and anticipation to cum. To be used. To be a good girl. To be Daddy’s good girl. I knelt completely still, forehead down to the floor, her hands continuous in their exploration of my body.
Soon moving to my clit, Claire rubbed and spanked my balls as I moaned, quivering from the aching pulsations I felt coming from my cage. One finger moved to rub my asshole, soon pushing deep inside of me, coating lube as deep as she could. Gently and slowly, combined with soothing words and massaging hands, she coaxed a large plug inside of me, wincing slightly as I was stretched out, pushed further anally than I had been before.
But my Daddy was patient, never pushing too far, always slightly stretching me more and more. When it finally sank inside of me I was a leaking mess, shaking with need as my ass felt full, stretched wide for her. The sparkling pink plug reflected perfectly with the rest of my outfit, hearing satisfied giggles behind me as Claire took a multitude of pictures. I felt like I was losing grip on my sanity, pushed into a desperate side of myself.
I was led to a bench placed in her living room, facing the television, my clit hanging off the back edge. My cuffed ankles and wrists were clipped together, hogtied in place as I whimpered, her hands returning to my body. Kissing my cheek, she wrapped a face harness around me, the ball gag resting comfortably in my mouth. A string pulled back my head, firmly stuck in place as I squirmed, my stifled moans filling the room.
Not slowing in her tormenting of a new toy, Daddy ran a wand over my exposed clit, pressed tightly against my balls as I whined, the beautiful vibrations now radiating through my entire body. I felt her remove it when I got close, rubbing my clit with her hands, feeling the tension created from her teasing. Back and forth Claire expertly kept me on edge, whimpering for her like a good girl, unable to do anything but relent to being played with.
Soon she warmed up my ass and thighs with spanks, feeling my skin reddening over time. But I couldn’t tear my mind from the pulsating clit she continued to vibrate, feeling like I would explode at any moment. Claire showed no sign in stopping, in letting me cum, just continuously edging, washing soothing words over me as she played. I lost all track of time, all sense of purpose, my only focus on my poor, straining clit.
Never removing the wand from my balls, Daddy slowly removed the plug stretching and training my hole. A dildo in hand, she slowly worked it in and out of me effortlessly, listening as I moaned desperately like a whore, now torn between wanting to cum several different ways. My g-spot sending tingling sensations to the tip of my clit, trapped there to burst forth at any moment, while the vibrations pulsating through my body kept me brimming with a ferverous need I could barely contain.