The date with Vladana was definitely interesting. After I apologized for being late (and not telling her that the reason was that I was busy being sexually abused by Dragana), we went to a coffee shop, where I was constantly reminded of the state I was in by the pain in my freshly and thoroughly spanked backside and the feeling of the buttplug being pushed deeper up my ass as I sat. Not to mention the urgency I felt due to half a liter of water that was poured up my ass, or the discomfort from the chastity cage and lack of underwear. I was a nervous, fidgeting mess.
The funny thing is, Vladana thought I was nervous because of the date with her (which wasn't completely untrue, it's just that it faded in comparison with the other things), and found that really cute. As uncomfortable as I felt, things were progressing fairly smoothly.
As we chatted and flirted, I felt my phone buzz a few times, but I didn't want to pause the conversation, so I ignored it. When she excused herself to go to the toilet, I took the opportunity to check my messages. Of course, they were from Dragana.
There was a photo from before of me naked kneeling in the snow, hands behind my back, collar on my neck and holding a leash in my mouth. Also, one of my ass with "SLUT" imprints. Then there was a third photo, of her foot with an anklet. Hanging from the anklet was a small key, no doubt the key to my ever tighter cock cage.
Damn it, why was it always this easy for her to turn me on? Even as I was furious at her for tricking me into this situation, my cock was desperately trying to burst out of its confines. I told her I needed that key ASAP. She started typing the answer, when I saw Vladana coming back, so I put the phone away.
After chatting and flirting for a while more, we decided I should walk her home. That wasn't an easy task with the buttplug and the water still swirling in my bowels, but luckily she was a lot smaller than me, so I didn't have to make big steps.