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Laundry Day

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My apartment was the first floor of a small three story building in the city. I’d moved in shortly after starting college and in true urbanite style, after a year of living there I still hadn’t met either of my neighbors. On the second story lived a quiet older guy while a married couple in their 30’s lived on the third. I shared the first floor unit with my friend and fellow student Dave. We were young busy students so we kept late hours creating a situation where there was really no reason to interact with our neighbors. The only shared spaces in the building were the front entryway where our mailboxes were and the small laundry room in the basement.

That weekend Dave had gone home to visit his parents so I had the place to myself. I spent Friday night and Saturday hanging around, sleeping mostly and watching TV, luxuriating in the joy of having an empty house. By Saturday night I was feeling aware of my rampant inactivity so I decided to clean the apartment. I started in the kitchen, doing the dishes and mopping the floor before vacuuming and straightening up the common areas. After an hour or so I looked around, appreciating the good feeling of a newly cleaned apartment before filling my laundry basket and plodding down the stairs to the laundry room. I filled the machine with my clothes and set it to wash. The cycle took about 20 minutes so I headed back up to the apartment to wait and watch a bit more TV.

Part of living on the first floor meant that I could hear when the washer chimed signaling that the load was done and after about 20 minutes I heard the ‘DING’ from the machine and headed back downstairs to swap my clothes to the dryer. Pulling a wet armload of jeans and sweatshirts from the washer I pulled the dryer door open. I was about to stuff my clothes inside but paused as I noticed something in the dark cylinder of the clothes dryer. Probably a lost sock. I reached in and pulled it out before cramming my laundry in and knocking the door shut with my hip. I looked down at what I held. A pair of women’s panties. I turned the dryer on and the room filled with a low mechanical hum as the appliance kicked on. I held the panties up, examining them as my fingers caressed the thin soft fabric. They were black, satiny, thong style with a hot pink lace trim around the leg holes and waistband with a small hot pink bow on the front.

My heart began to race as I held them in my hands, they were incredibly sexy. I imagined they must belong to the woman who lived on the third floor. Janice? No, Jamie, I recalled, remembering her name from her mailbox. And her husband was named… Mark? She was cute, definitely in her 30’s, short and thin with a choppy blond pageboy haircut and always wearing black jeans and leather low heeled motorcycle boots. I could feel my cock thickening in my pajama pants as I pictured her wearing only these small cute panties… how sexy she must look, how soft and smooth they must feel against her skin. Part of me wanted to take them back up to my apartment and wrap them around my hard cock while I jerked off but I decided against that, knowing how guilty I’d feel immediately afterwards. Still, something had me excited and incredibly turned on as I held the small sexy women’s thong. They were so soft and feminine, the lace and little bow suggesting a dainty elegance but the sheer black giving off a sexually confident vibe.

I was suddenly overcome by an unexplainable need to wear them. Just for a moment, just to see how they felt. It was nearly midnight and I was sure nobody was around so I undid the drawstring of my pajama pants and let them drop to the floor. I stepped into the panties, one foot and then the other before sliding them up my smooth thighs. I’d been shaving my body hair ever since I was on my high school’s varsity swim team and I shivered with pleasure as I pulled the little thong on and into place. They were a perfect fit, so tight and soft, so girly and they looked incredibly sexy against my smooth pale skin. I slipped my tshirt off and stood there in the laundry room, wearing only the tiny lacy thong.

My shaved cock was immediately hard and barely restrained in the soft sheer fabric as my hands made their way down my stomach and caressed my thick panty bulge. Oh it felt so good. I couldn’t remember ever being so hard in all my life, the panties barely held my erect cock which pulled the material tighter, hugging the curves of my smooth ass, the thin back strap pulled tight between my cheeks causing me to shudder with pure ecstasy. It was an amazing sensation. I ran my fingers over the thin lacy trim, circling the pink bow that sat atop the outline of my bulging cock head and moaned softly.

I leaned back against the warm dryer as I slowly massaged myself, my hands sliding over the bulge in my panties as my eyes rolled back and waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I turned and leaned over the dryer, sticking my backside out and allowing my hands to trace the shape the tiny thong over my hips, ass and bulging hard cock. I wasn’t sure what was happening, it was as though I were hypnotized, lost in an all encompassing haze of arousal as I touched kağıthane escort myself through the girly little thong. Something had come over me. I felt so horny and incredibly turned on but also incredibly sexy and feminine. It was hard to process.

I must have been completely entranced in the sensuous thrill because when I turned back around my heart sank as I saw a man standing in the doorway of the laundry room. It was Mark, Jamie’s husband, his arms folded in front of his chest as he leaned on the doorframe. He had a smirk on his face as he watched me and I wondered how long he’d been standing there. I was mortified. There was absolutely nothing I could say to explain myself. I looked at the floor as I felt my cheeks flush dark red as I attempted to cover my erection. “Oh… I was… I was just…” I stammered fruitlessly but where were the words I was looking for? I suddenly felt VERY exposed and awkwardly reached down to grab my pants and slink back to my apartment. I felt Mark grab my bicep and pull me to my feet before I could reach my pants. He was tall, taller than I was anyway and apparently quite strong as I found out when he pulled me to him and he led me up the stairs. We passed my cracked apartment door and up past the second floor landing. “Look…” I mumbled desperately, “I wasn’t… I thought they were my girlfriend’s… I wasn’t gonna…” Mark said nothing as he pushed me through his apartment door and marched me down the long hallway.

“Did you find them?” Jamie asked as Mark perp walked me into their living room. She was sitting on the couch, a pile of neatly folded laundry on the coffee table in front of her and a messy heap of clean clothes by her side.

“I did.” Mark said as she looked up with a wide eyed stare.

A smile spread across her face and she laughed out loud as her eyes fell upon me.

“Oh my…” She said as she looked at her husband and I realized he was laughing too. “Well I was looking for those…”

“He was down in the laundry room trying them on.” Mark said releasing my arm.

Jamie laughed again, “Well they look very sexy on you. Do you like how they feel?”

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even speak, only nod sheepishly as I covered my shrinking panty bulge with my hands.

“Oh sweetie, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s ok. They’re sexy aren’t they?” Jamie asked warmly and I nodded again.

“Can I see the back?” She asked as she sat forward. I looked at Mark as he smiled and nodded and I spun around slowly.

“Oh they look so cute on you!” She giggled. “Such a tight little butt.”

Relief began to creep over me, it seemed like Mark wasn’t doing to beat me up or call the cops and Jamie’s welcoming demeanor was putting me at ease.

“You know…” Jamie said as she turned to the pile of laundry and began rooting around, “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable if we completed the outfit. Would you like that?”

I said nothing as she produced a thin bra that matched the panties I was wearing and held it up. It was the same black satiny material with a hot pink lace trim. My heart was pounding, anxious and confused by everything that was happening. She stood up and walked over to me. “Here, put your arms out.”

I did as she said and she slipped the bra straps up my arms and over my shoulders. She moved around behind me and pulled the straps tight, hooking the closure on the back and straightening the little bra on my upper torso. She was only a few inches shorter than I was and turned me to face her before looking me over. “There, isn’t that better? We’re almost the same size! I have little boobs too.” She winked at me as she slid her hands over my chest, making sure to drag her thumbs over my nipples through the thin soft bra. I shuddered and felt my cock begin to thicken. She stepped back, admiring her work. “How does that feel?”

I blushed again and whispered, “Good.” And it did feel good. I don’t know why but I felt so sexy, so exposed and embarrassed, so many conflicting emotions as I stood there in their living room wearing a sexy bra and tiny panties.

“Oh!” She exclaimed as she rushed out into the hallway and into her bedroom, calling back to us, “One more thing! One second…”

Mark slid down onto the couch and said, “You can go if you want. We’re not mad or anything and we won’t tell anybody. If this is too weird you can go.”

Part of me wanted to run down to my apartment, lock the door and never speak to these people ever again but then another side of me was frozen in place, anticipating where this was all headed. I shook my head, “No. I don’t mind staying if that’s cool…”

Mark smiled as he looked me over, “Cool. It’s cool.”

“Ok here we go!” Jamie exclaimed as she hurried back into the room and dropped to her knees in front of me, “Give me your foot.”

She proceeded to slide one sheer black thigh high stocking up my right leg and then the left. She smiled up at me as she pulled the stockings up my thighs and into place, “I always feel much sexier with stockings on too. Don’t you?”

I nodded, trying not kağızman escort to smile too widely.

She stood up and placed her hands on her hips and giggled. “Nice. you look SO hot! Go to the mirror and take a look.” She pointed to the large floor length mirror at the far side of the room. I sauntered over and looked at myself. Jamie was right. I looked hot. My smooth slender body looked incredible in the lingerie, I felt so sexy, so strong as though confident sexuality were oozing from my every pore. The tight little outfit caused sensations of arousal to course through me as I cocked a hip to one side. Who knew I’d make such a cute girl?

“Come sit by me sweetie,” Jamie said patting the cushion beside her. I sat down. “So, do you always wear panties?”

“No.. I never have before…” I said.

“Do you like it?”

I blushed again and smiled. “I really do…”

“Oh that’s so hot. You look great. You should dress girly more often… cute boys look so sexy dressed up like girls, don’t they Mark?”

Mark smiled at me warmly. “They definitely do.”

My pulse was pounding as Jamie took my hand in hers. “Maybe you’ll let me do your make up sometime…”

I nodded again as my cock throbbed in my little thong. What was happening here?

“Oh sweetie,” Jamie said with concern, “You’re still nervous, here…”

She stood up and slid her tshirt off exposing a tiny turquoise bra that covered her tiny A-cup breasts. She had a slender build, smooth pale skin and amazingly curvy hips. She unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor revealing a tiny matching pair of turquoise string bikini panties before flopping back down on the couch beside me with a giggle. “There… now you’re not the only girl in her underwear.” Mark let out a laugh and I joined in, blushing as Jamie said, “Right? Now you don’t have to feel self conscious.”

She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. “Im so excited to find out we have a sexy panty boy in the building. So do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Who’s that scruffy guy you always hang around with?”

I laughed again, “That’s Dave, my friend. We’re just friends. Im not dating anybody…”

“Ok… keeping your options open… nice. Well, Im sure you’ll make somebody a great boyfriend someday.” She smiled reassuringly.

“Or gurlfriend.” Mark said with a smirk.

“Ha ha ha, oh definitely… You’d make a great gurlfriend.” Jamie said before leaning in and kissing me again, longer this time, gently sucking my lips. She whispered, “Would you like that? Would you like to be our gurlfriend?”

I nodded as she slid onto my lap, straddling me and pressing her warm crotch against the bulge in my panties. I slipped my hands around her waist pulling her closer, our perky little tits pressed together as I melted into her kiss. Mark watched approvingly from the end of the couch as his wife sucked gently on my lips. Jamie’s hands caressed my skin all over as she slowly rotated her hips, grinding herself against my hard panty cock.

“Your skin’s so smooth and soft…” She purred, sucking lightly on my earlobe, “I love smooth femboys…”

I whimpered as I caressed her back. Was that what I was now? A “femboy?” It had a certain ring to it and after all, I was a feminine guy and the lingerie had me feeling sexy for the first time in my life. It felt as though I was finally myself, free to embrace my latent feminine desires.

Jamie’s kisses were so soft and gentile, so sensuous and I matched her level of intensity, kissing slowly, savoring every moment. Her hands were all over me, gently caressing my skin, softly massaging my hard nipples through my bra as we made out like two sweet girls. She pulled my face to her chest and I began kissing, gently pinching her nipple with my lips through her little bra. She let out a low moan as she cradled my head. I slipped her bra down slightly, kissing the soft skin of her tiny breasts before taking her left nipple between my lips and sucking gently. My hands slid behind her and I cupped her smooth curvy ass as I continued licking and sucking her perfect pink nipples as she breathed heavily, her hips rolling over and over as she ground her body against my panty bulge.

I was amazed at how similar her physique was to my own. Feeling her on top of me made me realize how slender and femme my body was. I’d never noticed before how my skinny arms, smooth torso and curvy ass were so much more like a girl’s body than a man’s. The fact that I was comfortably wearing her lingerie only solidified that realization as I sucked lovingly on her perfect tiny tits.

“Mmmm, see girlfriends can have all sorts of fun together…” she whispered, caressing my cheek and pulling my mouth to hers for a long slow kiss before whispering, “like sucking cock…”

My heart started racing as she giggled and began kissing my neck. I turned to see Mark pull his tshirt off as he stood and unfastened his tight jeans. I moaned as Jamie pinned me to the couch sucking the side of my neck as I gazed over Mark’s strong arms and smooth muscular chest. His pants dropped to maraş escort the floor leaving him wearing only a tight pair of black bikini briefs that barely contained his thick bulge. I’d never had sexual feelings towards another guy before but something about this situation, something about wearing my tiny panties had my mouth watering as I stared at the outline of his thick cock. He moved closer, kneeling beside us on the couch as Jamie’s lips connected with mine again.

“Oh my…”She giggled, caressing her husband’s enormous bulge as she looked up at him, “Look how hard he is!”

Instinctively I reached out placing my hand beside her’s, feeling the thickness of his erection through his tight briefs. She pulled at his waistband and his member sprung out fully erect, standing proudly before us. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking it softly as I stared in amazement.

“Mark has a beautiful cock…” Jamie said, “Have you ever seen one this big?”

I had not. The only ones I’d ever seen outside of my own were in porno movies and they had never been my focus but here in that moment I stared as if transfixed. His pubic hair was shaved and his thick penis jutted out at least nine inches, his thick smooth shaft and bulbous pronounced head throbbed from his accelerated pulse, his smooth heavy balls hung below, tight to his body.

I shook my head, stifling my smile, “No… I haven’t…”

“Mark has the best cock… all the girls love it…” She said before leaning in and closing her lips around his thick head, moaning softly as she gently sucked him. “Mmmmm….”

She pulled her mouth back and stared into my eyes, “Do you want to taste it, sweetie?”

I nodded vigorously as she guided my head to her husband’s erection. I looked up at Mark as he smiled at me and I slid my lips around his smooth glistening dick. Mmmmm, it felt so good in my mouth, so thick and fleshy, so soft despite his rigidity. I pulled back then took him deeper, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft as I swirled my tongue along the underside. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I was sucking another guy’s hard cock. I was a cocksucker, a slutty sissy cocksucker in my sexy bra and panties…and I loved it. Years of mediocre blowjobs from girls my age had taught me exactly how to do it properly and I took to the task naturally, caressing his smooth balls as I pumped my lips up and down, sucking gently as I lost myself in the fluid motions of my head bobbing up and down.

Mark let out a low moan as Jamie whispered “Good gurl…” before leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. She then kissed his shaft and the two of us set to work on Mark’s beautiful hard dick. She took a turn sucking him as I dragged my tongue over his balls and up his shaft. We swapped him back and forth from mouth to mouth, pressing our lips together with his cock between our wet hungry mouths, kissing, licking, sucking his big dick as he cradled our heads gently in his strong hands. It felt amazing sharing him with Jamie, as it turned out I loved to suck cock as much as she did and judging by Mark’s moans of joy, the two of us made a great team. Jamie kept grinding her pussy against the bulge in my thong causing me to moan, it all felt so good. I was in absolute heaven.

“Do you love it, sweetie?” Jamie whispered, “Do you love sucking Marks big cock like a good gurl?”

“Yesss…” I moaned, “I love sucking cock…” Sinking my lips over his erection, greedily trying to take him all the way into my mouth. She rested her hand on the back of my head and gently guided my head down lower, feeling his cock head pass into my throat. Tears welling up in my eyes as I looked up at him with blissful longing, relishing the sensation of his thickness filling my throat. My lips were pressed all the way to the base, unable to breathe and drooling down my chin in total sissy bliss. Jamie moved her hand away and I slid him out of my mouth, gasping for air as Mark moaned again and Jamie began kissing me ferociously while whispering, “Such a good gurl…”

The arousal on her face was off the charts and I could feel her warm wetness soaking through both of our panties. Mark stood and moved the coffee table out of the way as she climbed off of me. Mark took my hand, pulling me to my feet. He slipped his hand around me, cupping my smooth tight ass and pulled my body against his as I whimpered. He pressed his lips to mine and I melted into his kiss, sucking gently at his lips and tongue as his massive erection pressed against my stomach. I felt so small and feminine in his arms, my slender body pressed against his muscles, my fingers caressing his back as we made out. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me around so my back was to him, one of his hands caressing my smooth tummy while the other began massaging my tiny tits through my bra as he rocked his hips back and forth, his thick hard cock sliding between my cheeks, rubbing against the back strap of my tiny thong. He kissed my neck as I looked down dazed at Jamie. She sat back on the couch in front of me, heels up on the cushion and legs spread open wide, panties pulled to the side and massaging her bald wet pussy with two glistening fingers. She stared into my eyes as her husband groped and dry humped me slowly, my hands gripping his muscular thighs. She brought her fingers up to her mouth sucking the juice from her digits and letting out a low moan before she resumed fingering her juicy slit.

The Solution

Group Sex

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Introduction

This story was written for and inspired by my muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. Sometimes there are complications to life and relationships, lines you think you can’t cross, don’t want to, or can’t quite dare to. Sometimes you think too much about what is impossible, and why things can’t work. There is a solution to those problems, those choices — sometimes you might not even want it, but you might need it. Sometimes you need decisions made for you. Would you dare? Would you even be given the choice?

Chapter One

I’d gone to bed so frustrated that I was sure sleep was a lost cause, but the glow of the TV in my empty apartment had grown to bother me. It was hard enough to find a great date or lover – as the late night dating service infomercials had been reminding me – but add into that a collection of kinks and “unusual” desires and it was even harder, maybe even impossible. Anyone I met online might seem to be perfect, but I couldn’t quite deal with the unknown of how they’d really be in person, never mind that it seemed a terrible truism that the more appealing the mind and body the farther away she was sure to be.

The one woman I wanted, the one I felt so connected to was the one that seemed to represent all of the desires and aches and lusts that had only caused me so much unhappiness in the past.

Sleep finally came and still my uneasy, dream-filled mind raced.

I awoke in a jolt, my body suddenly tense with panic. A bright light burned my eyes, blinding me. I heard muffled noises and saw the moving shadows – someone was in my apartment, my bedroom! Heavy, gloved hands held me down as I tried to get up and struggle and fight, and the strange-smelling cloth pushed over my nose and mouth robbed me of the panic I knew I should be feeling as I drifted into unconsciousness.

The next time my eyes opened, I felt strange and groggy. My mind quickly told me that he was standing, then expanded on that to let me know my hands were somehow restrained over my head and my legs were pulled wide open. I couldn’t speak, and I fought a gagging reflex as I became truly aware of how large the rubber cock-gag filling my mouth was.

She moved into my view. I’d seen her image, but it didn’t prepare me for the power of her in person.

“I know you’ve been frustrated, uneasy, afraid and all of that. So, I’ve found a solution. You don’t know what you want to do, or how to do it, or what it will mean. So, I’m taking the decision from you. You’re mine now – not because you want to be, but because I’ve taken you.

“I’m not going to tell you where you are. I will tell you that all of your clothing and possessions are gone. Some have been donated to charity, some will be sold – I’ll take the proceeds to offset the costs of your training and use. Your apartment lease has been given up. A rather convincing letter will inform your boss that you’ve quit. Even if they doubted it, you won’t be returning there.

“Now, to start.”

I screamed into the gag as she shoved the plug into my ass. Filling your own ass with a toy allows you generosity of lube and pace – not so this time. She grabbed my cock and pulled it out from my body while she wrapped it and my balls in a tight harness – finished off with a pink bow, I noticed.

She then placed the leather collar around my neck, secured with a rather imposing lock, I also saw.

“At this point, you might expect me to remove your gag and ask you what you think about me making you live out your fantasy and have you agree to it. Here’s something else to get used to: You’re mine – I’ve made it so with my chains. I’ve taken you. You are my property, my slut, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll do what I tell you. As for what you think about it, you sissy whore, I couldn’t fucking care less. Think about that.”

She shut off the lights as she left me there.

Chapter Two

My tongue, pierced with both a ring through the tip and a bar in the middle, was kept pressed against the dildo gag. The gag filled my mouth at most times, unless She wished my tongue on her or in her, or if I was being fed. For me to drink She had me suck fluids from another, incredibly realistic dildo, in order to make my humiliation continuous.

Some days I was dressed in the Maltepe Ukraynalı Escort frilliest of pink panties, bras and lace, with a lace bow tight around my cock and balls and a large pink plug stuffing my ass. Other days I might wear only her chains. Really terrible days were Her favourite, when I was naked and outside all day, often in the rain. She might let me use a doghouse for cover, or some days I was chained just out reach of it.

Something was up today, though. I’d been showered and cleaned from head to toe. My whole body had been shaved – even my head. Looking down at my naked body, I could see I was now more fit and my skin glowed. I saw the feeding cock brought to me and without a second thought I kneeled and began to suck at it. The worst part was that She made me “prime” it by sucking and licking at it, virtually blowing it, before She would let food flow.

There was a taste in it that I was also beginning to recognize… I cursed silently as the drugs made consciousness flee… She loved to have me helpless and unconscious when She did her worst.

I never got used to the slow, groggy awakenings. It took time to remember where I was, and then within that context, what had been done to me. To help him this time, she had suspended me by my wrists in front of a mirror, though this was confusing at first, because I didn’t recognize myself. Trying to breathe deeply confirmed that it was indeed my body squeezed into the form I saw before me by a wickedly laced corset. My legs looked so elegant in those stockings with perfectly aligned seams and wonderful silver clasps at the garters. The shoes must have six-inch heels and were locked on with glinting silver locks. My head was covered with a long, blonde wig, and hair fell over my heavily made-up face. My lips were bright red around a wide, circular ring gag. A tiny bell hung from the ring in my tongue.

Adding to my surprising curves were a pair of rather full breasts under a lacy white fitted blouse. My hips also seemed to bulge under a petticoat-lifted short skirt. A white lace apron, matching my blouse, hung over the front of the skirt. Most out of place, and clearly shown by his current posture, was my cock dangling below the hemline of my skirt – stiff and held that way with a tight bow of pink ribbon.

In short, I looked like a slutty serving wench.

She let me down and I stumbled at first on the heels. What actually made me fall was the sudden shock of burning pain in my ass. “Yes, that goes off if you don’t obey,” was all She said.

The doorbell rang, and the look in her eyes made it clear that I was to answer it. I saw the decorations in the great hall as I passed through it on my way. A lot of “good bye” and “good luck.” I paused at the door, with a slight uneasy feeling, and turned back to her. My gagged mouth could do little but drool, but she read the questions in his eyes.

“Yes, whore, it’s your goodbye party. Open the fucking door.”

As I swung it open to allow in the people I’d worked with for years, I fully understood the lack of mercy in my Lady.

Chapter Three

I had barely slept at all with the icy cold rain pelting my body, naked in my cage. She had put the cage out on the back of an open pickup truck last night and locked me into it. My wrists were locked to cuffs attached to the front corners and my ankles to the opposite corners. I could do nothing but kneel on all fours. Attached to one side was a pole with large pink rubber cock and balls poking into the cage – or more accurately, into my mouth. Only once it had been jammed in to the point of near gagging had it been locked in place. A matching one, or larger going by the feeling, had been similarly and firmly pushed into my ass and locked there.

So there I knelt, like a pig on spit, my naked body impaled on two obscene rubber cocks, outside, in the pouring rain, waiting for morning or release or sleep or simply unconsciousness.

If it wasn’t enough, my cock and balls were throbbing. My Lady, her slaves, or myself at her command, had been teasing regularly without release for about ten days. My balls felt heavy and full with a pulsing ache. To make sure I felt it, pink ribbon made a tight bow around the base of my shaft.

Sunrise found me still there, the cold rainwater dripping down off me, as I was stuffed and suckling rubber for yet another hour. Shivering with a dildo tight and rammed inside you is a unique sensation.

I must have passed out for a while, because it was the movement of the truck that woke me. Of course, there was no tarp or cover over my cage, so my humiliating situation was evident to anyone who bothered to look – not that I could turn my head to be aware of it. The hum of the tires on the highway had the effect of a vibrator on my prostate, and my ribbon-encased cock when as hard as it could. I was exhausted and I didn’t even feel like a person any more – certainly not a man. At least the sun came out and along with the wind it dried me.

The Maltepe Üniversiteli Escort switch from paved roads to country gravel meant merciless bouncing transferred from the road to the truck bed to the cage to the plug to my ass.

Finally the truck stopped, and I felt the tears on my cheeks. I heard her voice.

“We’re here, slut, at the farm. Now your easy days are over and we’ll get you to work to earn your keep.”

Chapter Four

I didn’t really think any more, not in the way I used to. It was more a kind of mental humming, or static, as I passed from one dehumanizing torture to the next.

Each morning, I was let out of my stall in the barn, with my bare flesh marked with the strands of hay that were my only bedding. I was led into a small wooden enclosure, and the newness of morning making me freshly aware that my ass was full of a large plug, with an attached horsehair tail teasing my thighs. A bowl of warmish gruel was dumped before me, and hunger drove my face into it. My hands and legs were locked to the four corners of the stall, so I could not move from my position on all fours, and was kept in the middle of the space.

I know each time that it’s coming, but I find I still try to pretend, or to ignore it, or just lose myself in the bowl of food, trying to forget. There is no avoiding it though, and Her hands attach the device to my cock as I keel there. It’s a modified milking machine, all cold steel and remorseless as it starts to work. It is an odd feeling as it sucks and works on me, and every day my body betrays me, and my cock stiffens for it. It is growing more demanding, pulling at me, sucking, until finally I cum for it – my face messy with the dripping gruel, locked in place, muscles tight and spasming, gripping at the plug stuffing me, and my cum sucked out of me, down the clear pipes, to who knows where.

After milking, the plug is removed and I’m allowed bladder and bowel relief, and then I’m cleaned. No hot shower, but rather led outside by a leather lead and sprayed down with icy cold water and soap. The powerful spray is pushed into my mouth, over my flesh and of course between my ass cheeks. Once my keeper is satisfied, I am re-tailed, leather mitts are locked onto my hands and lower legs. A rubber bit gag is pulled into my mouth and locked there by its harness. Another harness is fitted over my shoulders and torso, and I am led out to begin another day of hard labour. There are days I am just called upon to drag things across the yard and fields, with Her laughter filling my ears. I’ll be moving them back to where they started tomorrow.

Chapter Five

There were days on end that I spent bound out in the pasture on a wooden cross. Itching hay was pushed in the tops of my stockings and overstuffed my panties and the bra I was made to wear. My arms were outstretched and I was helpless but to squirm, made into a living, sissified scarecrow.

This day, after waking and milking and washing, I’m taken to a new place. “It’s time to pack you up for the return trip, slave,” is her only explanation.

A balloon-like gag is pushed into my mouth. A similar plug is worked into my ass. A kind of rubber donut encircles my cock and balls. Clear rubber tubes dangle from all three devices. My wrists are cuffed behind me and then leather straps trap my arms against my body tightly. More straps hold my legs tight at mid thigh, above and below my knees, and at my ankles.

Before I am wrapped up completely, I watch immobile as you attach some device to the tubes. I can hear it start to hum moments before I feel all three attachments start to inflate and grow. My mouth is stuffed so full that my cheeks swell as the gag inflates within me. My cock is gripped tightly, mercilessly as the donut enlarges, getting tighter around me as it also makes them poke out perpendicularly from my body. The plug inside my ass swells, growing, stretching me so wide, pushing deeper and wider, until I feel it will tear me open.

“There, slut, all safe for travel – it is like you’re wrapped in air-bags. Though I should tell you, all of these are filled up with the cum we’ve been sucking from you this trip. Not all of it, of course, as we’ll find uses for that for some time. Of course this morning’s offering is still warm.”

I’m dropped in a coffin-sized packing crate, with a few small holes to give the only light and air. Before you nail down the lid, I lay helpless as the bowl of warm cum is poured over my face.

Chapter Six

It is a strange thing to be un-packed and pushed back into a small wire cage in a dark cold dungeon. It is stranger still to experience it and feel that you are finally back home.

There was no time for me to revel in that, or any other, sensation. It seems as soon as I woke, I was being taken up to the upper floors, dressed in what I now recognized as my “public” uniform: four-inch red patent leather heels locked on over red vintage stockings, the garters correctly Maltepe Vip Escort fixed to the garter belt before the addition of matching red lace trimmed panties. The ends of the pink ribbon bow laced tight around my cock and balls teased out of the tiny undergarment. Add on the tightly laced waist cincher and the bright red lipstick and my long hair teased and curled into a bouncy mass, and I was ready for another humiliating experience.

With my ankles in leather cuffs linked by an 18-inch hobble chain, I was brought out to the driveway, looking even more ridiculous in the bright light of day, among the normality and beauty of the outdoors

My Lady had a new car, vintage, like one of those old checker cabs, but all in black and lilac. I was taken around to the driver’s seat – confused, as I was surely not going to be allowed to drive.

Even as I was lowered in the driver’s seat area, I was not sure what was happening. Once in place, it became clearer. My arms, pulled tight behind me, elbows touching, were strapped tight against my body, and my upper body was similarly strapped to the frame. A plug was pushed up into my ass as I was fully pushed down in place, and legs too were strapped in place. My cock was pulled out of the hem of my panties and was obscenely hard, pushed up against my belly. A penis gag was stuffed into my mouth and buckled tight as a final touch.

I was not to drive my Lady’s car – I was instead to be her car seat. She arrived outside as my preparations were completed, and she giggled and clapped in glee. She wiggled down onto me and her lovely firm ass was agony against my cock. She slid back and forth, slid around and bounced, testing me out as a proper support for her.

My Lady started the car, and flipped a switch on the dashboard started the dildo inside me to vibrating. With that, she fastened her seat belt, put the car in gear, and she began her trip – a trip that ended up consisting of numerous errands, with lots of opportunities for her to dismount and remount her tortured car seat. In more public areas, like shopping mall parking lots, she would cover me with a thin satin throw, but other times she counted only on the light tight of the windows to keep me her secret.

We finally arrived home, back where we started, though once more it was a journey that took me even deeper in to her ownership.

Chapter Seven

My Lady was so amused by my performance as her car seat that she decided to reduce me to other objects in her home and life as a regular part of my enslavement to her. At night, I was still her caged animal, sleeping naked in my cage, but the days and evenings held any number of further humiliations.

There were simple ones, like the long evening I spend stripped and painted the colour of deep wood, on all fours with a slab of glass balanced on my back, while My Lady sat nearby. She would set nearly full glasses of wine on the tabletop to test my stillness, with a clear and unspoken punishment waiting for me should a single drop spill.

My flesh still jumps with the memory of the long dinner spent as Her centerpiece and candelabra. Bound out on my back, stretched tight to the four corners, my hands held long candles. Another was pushed into my mouth. As well, shocking pools of wax held others on my chest, stomach and thighs. I had to hold myself still, even as they burned, and endure the sudden pain of dripping wax all over, at any time. Enthusiastic dinner guests obviously enjoyed testing me, seeing how still I could stay as they pinched me, poked me with their forks and knives, dribbled food over me, or even stroked my cock stiff and then dripped hot wax painfully onto its purple head.

Another evening was spent with me hobbled though a wickedly simple bondage – my arms bound double with straps holding my hands up near my elbows, and similarly my legs bent and bound, feet up near my ass. Able to crawl only on my elbows and knees, I was naked. An obscene dildo protruded from the gag strapped tightly into my mouth. Stuffed into my ass was the handle of a frying pan, which served as the tray by which I carried around the drinks and snacks my Lady wished me to convey to her guests. Additionally tormenting me we were swaying weights, attached via tight harness to my cock and balls, making each motion a painful one.

These experiences were always a mix of pain, embarrassment, stress and strain. My Lady frightened me most when she told me that I’d soon beg for such easy treatment, and the lovely times I’d had, once she finished her plans to “complete my capture.”

Chapter Eight

The only explanation she chose to give me was that it was “preparation.”

I was carefully prepared, that is for sure. I was cleaned, and shaved from head to toe – completely. A lubricated plug was pushed inside my ass – I could feel the generous amount of lube squish and ooze as it was pushed home – and noticed a rather large tube coming from it. Leather straps were applied, staring at my feet and moving up my legs, immobilizing them together. Once the straps were buckled tight, a second layer was added, and what seemed like elasticized tape or wrapping was slowly wound around me, until no flesh at all was exposed from toe to my waist – save for my cock and balls which had been carefully kept in view and available.