Bitchboy

I tried to stand completely still as I strained against the tight armbinder watching the huge dog eat the food in his bowl, I was desperate not to distract him from his meal.

You see, his leash was secured tightly to my balls.

As I whimpered into the cock shaped gag strapped into my mouth I watched the bunch of brightly colored party ballons that swayed gently next to me straining against the string that I currently stood on, and the shiny key tied to them.

I frantically tried to think of any way out of my predicament, nothing came to mind.

I was truly fucked.

I strained against the armbinder again but it felt like my arms were welded together behind

my back without the smallest amount of give, and I thought about how I'd ended up in this

situation in the first place.

It had all started with Molly, or rather Mistress Molly as she preferred to be called.

I'd had a wide kinky streak for years, mostly as a Dominant. I'd had a few 24/7 collared slaves over those years. I'd enjoyed turning them into obedient little cock suckers and domestic servants around my house. I just LOVED humiliating and degrading them.

When they'd had enough or I got bored with them I moved on.

Life was good. Maybe I was a douchebag but I was a happy one.

Mostly on a lark I'd decide to find a Domme to play with after the relationship with my last

submissive had self destructed.

I hadn't meant for it to be a permanent switch, I just thought it might make me a more effective Dom if I had a better understanding of life on the other end of the leash.

Man oh man, did I ever get a better understanding of submission under Mistress Molly.

She was a cute little redhead with a cute round ass and perky tits, she wasn't beautiful but cute in a Janis Joplin kind of way.

We'd met online, I saw her profile was local and sent her a message and we met for coffee. Things snowballed fast after that.

She was big into chastity, she locked me into a plastic cock cage after during one of our first play sessions, it was comfortable as a cock cage can ever be and I had an emergency key sealed in a little keyholder secured with a numbered plastic lock to keep with me for emergencies.

She kept me in that thing for 3 months, edging me a few times a week with me tied to the bed while she rode my face to countless orgasms and prostate milking me about once a month or so.

For those 3 months I never even got to see my cock uncaged, my sight was either blocked by the blindfold she put on me for edgings or her beautiful bottom end as she rode my face. By the time I was able to look down at my crotch each time she'd already locked me back up in the cock cage, that really began to fuck with my head.

I'd always been fairly proud of my cock, the girth was average but it was nearly 9 inches long. I'd always gotten good reviews from the ladies I'd enjoyed with it.

Mistress Molly called it her little dicklette.

She'd laugh while she rode my face and edged me to the point of insanity, teasing me about having a small cock and that it should be kept locked because a cock that small could never please a woman as well as my tongue could.

I knew she was gaslighting me, I knew better.

I mean I have a big cock right?

Never being able to actually SEE my cock when it was hard was really getting to me, I was starting to really worry that being locked in that little cage was shrinking it or something and in my heart I still saw myself as a big dicked Dominant man.

She started telling me how cute her little dicklette would look with a shiny prince albert piercing while she'd ride my face and edge me, I was NOT keen on the idea.

"The thought of seeing your dicklette cum around a shiny ring is SO FUCKING HOT TO ME, just seeing it cum all plain like this just bores me" she'd say.

After 3 months of not having a satisfying orgasm with constant teasing I was getting absolutely desperate to cum, I finally agreed to get pierced if it meant a chance to finally cum.

Mistress Molly set up an appointment with a friend of hers who was a piercer and tattoo artist and had a studio in a pretty seedy part of town, we showed up after hours and I was sweating bullets.

We were let into the waiting room by a large woman whose huge sagging breasts and hairy armpits were threatening to spill out of the stained tanktop she wore.

"This is Ruth" Mistress Molly said, "But you will address her as MISS Ruth, and you will do EXACTLY what she says"

With a grin the big woman said "strip down with your legs spread hands behind your head boy, lets see what I'm working with." Moments later I was stand as she directed in nothing but my plastic cock cage, blushing from embarrassment.

Cupping my balls and turning my package to look from several angles Miss Ruth chuckled and said, "I can see why you keep him locked Molly, his dick is nothing to write home about,"\ my cheeks burned with shame as I thought "My cock isn't little!!" to myself.

"Well lets get this bitch on the table" Miss Ruth laughed, and I soon found myself strapped down hand and foot helplessly on a padded table. Mistress Molly rummaged around in her purse and came out with her favorite gag, which I HATED!

It was shaped like a cock about 4 inches long and FAT, when she strapped it in any attempt to talk triggered my gag reflex keep me effectively silent.

Then the blindfold went on, I was terrified.

I felt the cool air wash over my cock as the hated cage was taken off for the first time in ages, it felt just wonderful.

As Miss Ruth wiped down my cock with something tingly that smelled antiseptic she asked "you sure you want to start this big Molly? I usually do a PA at just a 10 gauge ring or so to start off, starting this big is going to hurt like a bitch and take a long time to heal"

"Yes" Mistress Molly relied, "He can take it, and I don't want to fuck around for months trying to stretch it out"

Now I was really freaking out, but I was helplessly strapped down and the gag prevented me from making much of a protest.

A moment later I felt a searing pain in my dick, I tried to scream but the cock gag pretty well made that impossible. While I lay sweating on the table I heard Mistress Molly say

"here's his new cage Ruth"

"NEW CAGE??? WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE TALKING ABOUT??" I thought, I desperately tried to get up from the table or shout a protest but both were impossible.

I felt more pain as something was put thru my newly pierced dick, then I felt cold metal compressing my abused member as a new cage was fitted.

"keep in mind Molly, the piercing can't be taken out until it heals and that will take a few months" Miss Ruth said, "if you lock him like this you gotta keep him locked all that time."

"Alright then" Miss Ruth chuckled, "enjoy your new cock cage bitchboy" and I heard a "click"

"BITCHBOY!!!" Mistress Molly laughed, "I LOVE that!! I think that's what I'm calling him from now on!! Ruth It's PERFECT!!"

They chatted for abit while I lay there still strapped to the the table and silently suffered, and while my mind raced. What the fuck had I let myself become?

After awhile Mistress Molly cupped my aching package and said, "I'm going to run out for a couple of drinks bitchboy" she giggled alittle when she used that name "I'm going to leave you here with Ruth to calm down alittle. she doesn't have the keys and wouldn't give them to you even if she did. Remember I told you to do EVERYTHING she says, any command she gives you is to be obeyed without question. If she isn't completely satisfied with your service I guarantee you'll regret it. I'll be back for you later." After a few more minutes talking to Miss Ruth I heard the door open and close and she was gone.

As soon as Mistress Molly was gone Miss Ruth chuckled and said "before I take that gag out and let you up, let me explain the facts of your new life bitchboy"

"The Cage currently locked on your little dick is titanium, and the lock is the most complicated little fucker I've ever seen. The good news is it's light as a feather and the bad news is you won't pick that lock, you can't cut off the cage either without mutilating that little dick of yours. I'd say you're pretty well fucked unless ol' Molly decides to unlock you. Now I'm gonna let you up and take out that gag, if you yell, cuss, threaten, or do anything other than do anything I say then I'll just tell ol' Molly she oughtta just flush those keys down the nearest toilet. Nod if you understand."

I nodded as much as the straps would allow and she slowly removed my restraints, I stood shakily as she unbuckled the gag.

As I was trying to get my aching jaw to work again Miss Ruthstepped back and said.

"My kitty hasn't had any attention for too long" and she started take off her stained jeans.

She pulled down her skidmarked panties, exposing the hairiest pussy I'd ever seen and said "On your knees bitchboy and start licking like your dick depends on it, because it DOES!!"

"Yes Miss Ruth" and I dropped to me knees as she settled into a chair, and I was faced with her hairy snatch. I started licking, I had no choice.

Given a choice I would have never fucked this woman in a million years much less eaten her snatch, but now I licked that pussy like she was Miss America.

The smell was musty and stale, it was a matted sweaty mess and God only knows when she washed it last. The taste I don't want to talk about. After months of not seeing much less tasting any pussy except Mistress Mollys shaven snatch this was a shock.

Her juices streamed down my chin as she grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper, it went on for what seemed like forever.

Finally after she'd came more times than I could count she pushed me back and laughed,

"not bad bitchboy, I'll give Molly a glowing report! now wipe the cunt juice off your face and make yourself useful and sweep up the place, there's a broom in the corner"

A couple of hours later I was sweeping the floor as I heard Mistress Molly come in, she'd obviously had a few drinks and was a rumpled mess with tousled hair.

She ignored me and went to talk to Miss Ruth.

"I'm sorry I was gone so long, I hope bitchboy behaved himself." she said with a giggle.

"He did" Miss Ruth said, "after I got done with his tongue I put him to work cleaning up, maybe you oughtta get him a maids uniform!" They both burst out laughing.

"Nah" Mistress Molly said, "He hates being kept naked all the time...so I prefer him naked."

"The bar was busy tonight, lots of hot guys" she said with a grin.

"which bar and what fucking guys?" I wondered, but didn't dare ask, I kept sweeping.

"I went out back with Tom...oh Ruth he is SO fucking hot!" Mistress Molly told her friend with a giggle, "He fucked me so hard I nearly passed out!"

"Glad you have fun honey, but it's late and I wanna close up and crash. Why don't you take bitchboy here and head home?" Miss Ruth said with a grin.

Mistress Molly walked over to me, a smile all over her face.

"Get dressed bitchboy, now that you have your chores for Ruth done I wanna go home and sleep for about a week."

I put away the broom and gathered my clothes, as I got dressed I asked as politely as I could. "Mistress Molly may I please talk to you about the keys to this cock cage?"

"Nothing to talk about, I left them with Tom for now. I was afraid you'd make some kind of silly scene. I'll get the keys back when I need them, anyway you're not due for and unlocking for about 6 months. Tom is so sweet to keep them for me, and he has such a wonderfully big cock! Nothing like your little dicklette" she said.

I lost it. "I HAVE A BIG COCK!!! I'M A MAN WITH A BIG COCK!! I WON'T STAY LOCKED IN THIS FUCKING THING!!" I shouted.

it was a mistake.

Mistress Molly's voice went cold, "Correction, make that 8 months BITCHboy. I'll be in the car, don't make me wait." And with that she turned and walked out the door.

Dumbfounded, got dressed without a word and started to leave, but Miss Ruths voice rang out behind me.

"One last thing little bitchboy, my services aren't free. That'll be $100 for the piercing."

Defeated, I dug out my wallet and paid her. I didn't know what else to do.

I could still hear her laughing as I walked out the door.

We drove to Mistress Mollys house in silence.

I knew I had to find a way out of this, things were getting out of control.

When we arrived at her house she headed straight in. I'm tired bitchboy go home, I'll call for you tomorrow or the next day and the door closed behind her.

I stood out there in her yard for a long time, wondering what the fuck I was going to do as my aching cock throbbed in it's cage.

It turned out being four days before Mistress Molly called.

I spent those days trying without success to pick the lock and reading everything I could about titanium. Cutting it off just wasn't an option, I was pretty well fucked.

I also closely examined the cock cage.

I was an open design with closely spaced titanium bars, and a ring that snuggly fit behind my balls. I couldn't tell how exactly it was attached but there was a hook that went thru the piercing in my cock.

I found out I could wash things well enough in the shower thru the bars, and use a Qtip soaked in antiseptic to care for my new piercing.

I was already used to sitting down to piss from my 3 months of wearing the plastic cage so that wasn't a problem, and I'd stopped waking up from morning wood a month or so ago.

The only things I couldn't do was cum, get hard, or take it off. I was stuck.

When Mistress Molly finally called it was short and sweet.

"Come to my house bitchboy" she said and hung up.

I drove over as fast as I could, my heart in my throat as she let me in.

"Strip and massage my feet while we talk about your little situation" she commanded as soon as we were inside.

Not wanting to piss her off again I quickly stripped to nothing but the cage and knelt in front of her to rub her feet.

She sighed as began rubbing her feet, and before I could say anything she began.

"Before you ask bitchboy the keys aren't here."

When she saw how my eyes dropped she laughed.

"What? did you think you were going to sweet talk me into unlocking you after only a few days? Not fucking likely, that cage wasn't cheap. The way I see it you owe me for that cage, and you'll be working it off. I think 3 years is fair for a top of the line titanium cock cage custom made to your measurements, the keys are pretty small, say 2 years for them?"

I was wide eyed and speechless, I had no idea what to say.

"Yes I think thats very fair" she continued, "in three years you'll own the cage, and two years after that you'll get your keys. You can do what you like with them after that but until them you'll be my slave. Life as my slave will be easy, you don't have to think or even speak, you just obey every command I give you."

"Or" she said, "You are free to refuse. Just get dressed and leave. If you do I'll get a restraining order so you can't come near me, change my number, and you'll never be able to speak to me again. But know this, that cage is inescapable and I'm told the lock is pretty much impossible to pick. If you leave you'll never enjoy another erection for the rest of your life."

She dropped something on the floor in front of me.

"Look at it" she said "I had it made for you too, no extra charge"

I turned it over in my hands, it was a heavy leather collar with a a silver tag hanging from it and a small silver bell. The tag read, "Bitchboy, slave of Mistress Molly."

"Now, either put that on and accept your place or get dressed and get out."

I looked at the collar in my hands, I didn't want to put it on.

I didn't want to be a slave, and I damn sure didn't want to spend 5 fucking years in this fucking cock cage.

But if I didn't Molly would be gone from my life, along with any chance of getting the keys.

I was fucked either way.

Silently, eyes downcast, I put on the collar.

"Well done bitchboy" Mistress Molly laughed "welcome to your new life"

The next 8 months weren't easy, Mistress Molly almost broke me.

I spent most nights after work at her place, I was rarely at my house for longer than a few minutes. I spent my evenings cooking and cleaning for my new Mistress, her floors and toilet were scrubbed daily and she got fresh sheets every night. I slept on a dog cushion at the foot of her bed, often in some form of bondage.

Mistress Molly started to get into anal play, I was pegged pretty often and until my cock was dripping but it was never enough to really cum. A buttplug was a constant part of my new "uniform"

I'd be tied and whipped when I displeased her, or simply when she felt like it which was often.

She decided I was out of shape, I spent hours on her exercise bike or her treadmill gagged and plugged.

When Mistress Molly went out for drinks she'd often leave me bound and gagged, although a few times she lent me to Miss Ruth for the evening instead.

I found out Miss Ruth loved to have her asshole rimmed, I don't want to talk about that.

I got to meet her "friend" Tom, remember Tom? the guy who had my keys?

Tom was a big guy, buzzed hair and lots of tattoos. A biker type.

Molly and Tom came in drunk from the bars one night as I scubbed the kitchen floor, I heard Mistress Molly giggling as she yelled "bitchboy come in here and meet Tom!"

I crawled into the living room to a soundtrack of their laughter, it should have been humiliating but I guess I was used to it by now.

I stood by the bed holding their drinks while they fucked, Mistress Molly would occasionally reach over and give my balls a squeeze and they'd laugh.

Afterwards Mistress Molly said "on your knees bitchboy and clean him off, find out what a REAL man tastes like."

This was the most humiliating thing I'd ever done, licking her juices off his cock and balls.

His cock was a little bigger than mine had been back when I was a man.

He shoved it into my mouth and pretty soon I tasted his salty cum shoot into my mouth as his hairy balls slapped my chin. Digging into his jean afterwards he got out two crumpled one dollar bills and dropped them on the floor in front of me "Good job sissyboy."

Mistress Molly LOVED that, "Oh Tom that's perfect, now he's a $2 whore for real. Maybe we should pimp him out for $2 blowjobs for other guys!!"

I HAD to find a way out of this!

My days were a blur of foot worship, housework, eating Mollys pussy and ass, sucking Toms cock, and occasionally being loaned out to Miss Ruth. I was nearly broken, I obeyed every order without complaint.

They even got Miss Ruth to tattoo "Property on Mistress Molly" on my ass cheek.

My phone had parental controls installed, she could check anything I did on it and see my gps position anytime she liked. I was also made to cancel the phone and internet at my house. My service to Mistress Molly had become my entire life.

Then they got the fucking dog.

Mistress Molly and Tom came home one day while I was making the bed and called me into the room. The dog was a monster, as high as my waist, he was a mutt but I think he had some mastiff in his blood. Mistress Molly said "Isn't he adorable bitch boy? I named him Dom, as it Dominant. You know, like you USED to be!" They both laughed at that while I felt my cheeks burn in shame. "Since you're the only one in this house who isn't allowed to be Dominant the dogs place in this house is above yours. You'll care for him, feed him, clean up after him, and you're NEVER allowed to scold him! He's an alpha bitchboy, you're obviously not!"

So "Dom" became another chore for me, Mistress Molly and Tom wanted the dog but couldn't be bothered to do the work of caring for him.

I washed him, fed him, brushed him, cleaned up his shit. That dog shit bigger than I do.