DISCLAIMER
Please know that all characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18+. I would also like to add that many of my stories push on some boundaries of consent. As a writer, I am only interested in the types of stories where characters' fantasies are coming true (even if that means someone else is in control), but I think it's important to point out that fiction like this is often an exploration of things that can't be done safely in the real world. I hope that you enjoy the journey you are about to go on but if you decide to explore any of your fantasies in real life, especially if they involve control, please always do so safely and with consent.
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Raindrops hammered on the windshield. Shawn sat in the passenger seat, working up the nerve to run through the torrential downpour.
"I don't need an umbrella" Mel said, sarcastically. "Forecast looks fine." She mocked.
"Very funny." Shawn said.
"Okay... Well, it's not getting any better and I'm going to be late."
Shawn gave his wife a peck on the lips and opened the door. "See you in an hour." He jumped out and ran under the awning of his favourite local pub, The Pig's Ear. Turning back, he waved to Mel as she drove off.
When the taillights rounded the corner down the block, Shawn didn't head into the pub. Instead, he looked out at the downpour, took a breath, and ran to the next building over.
By the time Shawn got to the door, his clothes were soaked through. The building had no markings on it and the doors were locked. They were also perfect mirrors. Shawn fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket. His jeans were sticking to his leg, so it was no easy task. The sopping wet image looking back at him in the mirrored doors didn't help, either. When he finally got it out, he opened the CFE app and moved his phone next to a small black box next to the door. A light above the box turned green, the door unlocked, and Shawn went in.
Behind a second set of blacked-out doors was a small innocuous lobby. A professional looking woman sat behind a desk and grinned when she saw Shawn.
"Welcome back Mr. C. You're booked into room fourteen. If you leave your clothes in the changeroom, we'll have them dried for you."
"Thank you, Liddy." Shawn said.
Liddy tapped a button under the desk and the door beside her buzzed.
Shawn pulled the handle open and walked down a long generic hallway until he reached room fourteen. Once again, he placed his phone--with the CFE app open--next to a black box beside the door and the lock disengaged.
The changeroom was not much bigger than a walk-in closet. There were hangers for his clothes, a small leather bench, a mirror, and a shelf that--at least today--had only a towel waiting for him.
Shawn stripped until he was wearing nothing but his CFE 3.0 chastity device. He hung his clothes on the hangers, tucked his shoes to the side, and toweled himself dry. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he put his phone on the shelf, and stepped through the next door.
This room was large, and almost entirely empty. Two of the walls were covered in dark, padded leather strips broken up by panels of dim, orange light. The back wall had two additional doors. The ceiling was painted black with a paint dark enough to give the feeling of infinity when you looked up. The floor, however, was made up of brilliantly white marble and it was warm to the touch. In the centre of the room a chain hung down. At the end of that chain was a set of CFE cuffs sized perfectly to Shawn's wrists. Directly below the chain was a steel loop in the floor. Otherwise, the room was completely empty.
Shawn walked across the warm marble and locked his wrists into the cuffs. They hung just over his head, which allowed his elbows to bend comfortably.
Five minutes later, the chain started to retract into the ceiling, and it didn't stop until he was up on his toes. Just as his feet and shoulders began to feel the strain, one of the doors at the back of the room opened. A woman--entirely clad in black latex--stepped through. She was stunning. She wore six-inch heeled boots that clicked on the marble as she walked towards Shawn; a corset tied tight around her already slim waist; the bars piercing her nipples left visible bumps under the latex; and her latex mask revealed only her eyes, mouth, and blond ponytail.
"Since when is Princess shy?" She asked, grabbing Shawn's towel and ripping it off.
"Sorry, Miss Love." Shawn said.
Miss Love cupped Shawn's chastity with her latex covered hand "Your wife is still keeping you locked, I see."
"Yes, Miss Love."
"Is it frustrating coming to see me while your wife holds the key to your cock?"
"Yes, Miss Love."
"Well, I like it." Miss love pulled her phone out of her boot. "Let's get you dressed, shall we?" She tapped a button and a cylinder the circumference of a bike tire lowered from the ceiling. She opened a door on the side and pulled out something made of lace. My little Princess' needs her pink panties."
As Miss Love held them out, Shawn dutifully stepped into the panties and found they were the perfect size. There was even a little bulge at the front that held his locked cock in place.
Miss Love slapped his ass. "What does Princess say?"
"Thank you, Miss Love."
Miss love stepped back to the cylinder and pulled out a pink lace bra. "My little Princess needs some support too, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Miss Love." Shawn said. The bra was designed so that each strap could be undone. This meant it could be attached while his hands were tied above his head. The bra was padded with small fake breasts that made Shawn look like a b-cup. "Thank you, Miss Love."
"Today, Princess is dressing for the club." Miss love pulled a slutty, silky pink dress out of the cylinder. Shawn--once again--dutifully stepped into it and Miss Love pulled it over his breasts and pulled the strings at the top of the bustline over his shoulders. She tied them into a nice little bow behind his neck.
"Thank you, Miss Love."
Miss love then pulled out a pair of 5" patent pink heels. When she knelt to put them on her princess, Shawn lifted each foot and stepped into the shoes on her command. As he stood up with the heels on, the slack in the chain tightened keeping his arms pulled taut.
"Isn't that better, Princess?"
"Yes, Miss Love."
While she was bent over, Miss Love lifted his dress and kissed the tip of Shawn's locked up cock through the panties. "What else does my Princess need?" Miss love went back to the cylinder. "Let's see... Did you know we are testing out the CFE plugs before they go to market?" She pulled out a butt plug. It was fairly small--as far as plugs went--and had metal ring at the back.
"No, Miss Love."
Miss Love slid the plug into her mouth, slipped a finger through the ring, and then pulled it out with a little pop. She grinned behind her latex mask. "Open your mouth, Princess."
Shawn opened his mouth and Miss Love slid the plug past his lips. It tasted like her. Shawn moaned around the plug as his cock tightened in its unrelenting cage.
Miss Love tapped a button on her phone and the cuffs holding Shawn's wrists together released from the chain. Shawn nearly fell over as the tension holding him up was lost but managed to catch himself. Miss love grabbed the cuffs that continued to lock his wrists together and pulled them towards the ground. Shawn crouched as she did, trying to anticipate her needs.
"Ah, ah. Bend, don't crouch." Miss love tapped him on the bottom.
Shawn put his hands on the ground, and then stuck his butt back up in the air. He attempted to say "Sorry Miss Love" around the butt plug in his mouth, but the sounds that came out barely resembled words.
Miss Love pulled the plug out of his mouth. "What was that, Princess?"
"Sorry, Miss Love." Shawn said.
"I thought so." Miss love walked around behind him. She hiked his dress up, pulled Shawn's panties down, licked a finger, and touched his exposed asshole.
Shawn let out a whimper at her touch.
"Oh, my Princess. You must be so desperate for pleasure." Miss Love Said. She opened the catsuit zipper that ran the length of her crotch and placed the plug against her pussy. She was so wet that her juices ran over the plug as soon as it made contact. "Tell me you are my little princess."
"I'm your little Princess, Miss Love."
Miss love pulled the plug away from her pussy and slid it into its proper home. It wasn't too big, but Shawn still moaned as the widest point slid past his tightest.
Miss Love pulled his panties back up but slid them to the side so the ring was free. She then walked back to the cylinder, grabbed a CFE padlock, then closed the door. She then tapped a button on her phone and the cylinder went back into the ceiling. "Get your hands behind your back, Princess."
Shawn stepped through his cuffs with his right leg. It was not easy with the heels on, but he managed. The second leg was harder, but he did it and slowly managed to stand up straight getting his cuffed wrists past his butt.
"Kneel, Princess."
Shawn did as he was told.
Miss Love looped the lock through the ring in the butt plug. She then tapped his ankles and pushed on his shoulders. Shawn Understood the intention and moved his legs to the side, lowering his butt to the ground.
Miss Love locked the plug to the ring in the floor and then tapped another button on her phone. "Have you heard what these plugs can do, Princess?"
"No, Miss Love."
"Try to get up."