"Are you going to leave me?"
It was almost a whisper, but she caught it on her way into the bathroom from the bed where she left him. She didn't turn or answer.
He was left in turmoil, lying on the bed, wracked with jealousy and self doubt, he curled into the fetal position facing the passage to the bathroom. Why did he do this, he wondered, why did he want to be dressed up, to be controlled, to be cuckolded? And for how much longer would she put up with it? He looked down at his cock, trapped inside a pink hard plastic cage, looked down at the hot pink stripper heels he wore, padlocks at the ankles trapping him inside them. A matching padlock secured the cage and the pink leather and lace collar and matching cuffs at his wrists.
The key was on a chain between her breasts. It was the only key, he had been sitting with a raging hardon in a taxi when she had gleefully thrown the other two out of the window eight months ago. He had agreed! Now he was trapped. The doubt resurfaced and he choked back a groan. Biting his lip he tasted her lipstick, their lipstick, they had both been made up by the time she left their bedroom for the short walk down the hall. The walk that ended at the door of the big guy who was renting that room from them for the month. The big guy who fucked her so hard he could hear her gasps and cries from where she left him locked to the frame of their bed.
And when she had returned, she smelled of him, her make up a mess and her pussy wet and full of thick cum. She straddled his face where he lay and teased him gently about being her Desperate Little Pervert as he lapped at her pussy, cleaning her and drinking in the big guy's cum. He didn't want to do it, he had fantasized about it, that was all. Then she had made him do it and he had got turned on doing it, partly because she made him do it. That was three weeks ago and from there it had descended into a world where he no longer had control. Almost every night she left his bed to be with the big guy. Each night returning soiled and exhausted and wanting him to clean her, sometimes rewarding him with sex, other times not. She asked him to dress up for her, to bring out his inner gurlie girl, she began to cuff him, collar him, cage him when she left, saying that the more she teased him the less she trusted him to keep his hands to himself. Tonight she had even put makeup on him and teased his longish hair into a more feminine bob.
The big guy was leaving in the morning and he wouldn't be back. He had been locked into the cage all week. He was at turns so desperately horny or desperately scared that she would leave him. When he was horny she could do anything to him and she knew it. Tonight had been a long night, there was a lot of cum, had the big guy fucked her twice? When he had finished cleaning her pussy she had unlocked him from the bed and lying back on the pillows she pulled his face back into her pussy to lick her to orgasm as she told him about the fabulously wild fucking she had just experienced.
He heard the toilet flush and her spike heels on the tile but she did not appear. He listened to her rustle around in the closets and his mind began to fill in what he couldn't see. She had two suitcases in there, was she packing to leave? This thought burned through him, jealousy and yearning taking hold of all common sense, blanking out all the other alternative scenarios until he was about to call out to her, beg her not to leave.
It was then she appeared around the corner, seeing his panic filled face and open mouth, she put her finger to her lips. "Not a word or I will gag you!" She lifted her hand and he saw the ball gag which she waggled playfully at him for emphasis.
She swaggered over to the bed in the sexy way that always got his heat up. He was beginning to feel the panic recede as he drank in her curves, a mischievous look in her eye had replaced the look of sexual satiation, and her soiled panties were replaced by her big strapon cock. She walked over and looked down at him, still curled up on the bed. Damn, how could a boy look so sexy in girl clothes? How could his submission be such a turn on for her!
"Roll over!" She commanded.
He complied, his back and butt facing her. He looked over his shoulder at her as she saw the pink bunny tail butt plug that amused her so much.
Grinning, she reached down and playfully gave it a tug, drawing a gasp of pleasure from him. Then she pulled on it more firmly, easing it from between his grasping muscles. It sent joyful arcs of pleasure through him, a groan left his lips. Just before it was fully out, as his asshole was starting to slip closed behind the thinner retreating tip of the plug, she stopped and reapplied the pressure, pushing it back into him until he was at his most distended, the ache of the hole stretched wide sending further intense rockets of sensation through him. Just like that, she fucked him with the plug, slowly, deliciously, kneeling on the bed, looking down at him, drinking in his submission and need. With her free hand she caressed his body through the hot pink teddy he wore, sending further shivers through him. Then down over his stocking clad legs to the hot pink sandals with the little locks at the ankles.
"Mmmmm, ownership is such a delicious thing!" She held the little lock in her hand before stroking his ankle and back up his leg to his caged cock, straining within its confinement. "Mmmmm, and you like being owned don't you, my desperate little pervert!"
"Yes, M'lady," He whispered in lust filled need. He couldn't feel the touch of her fingers, just the movement of the cage as her hand cupped and stroked it. It was surreal to see her hand stroking his caged cock but feeling almost nothing. He watched her, she knew he wanted more, wanted her to release him from the cage and feel her fingers on his cock, gripping and stroking him to his release. Knew he dreamed of being in her mouth not in this cage. Knew he craved to be gripped by the muscles of her pussy not the rings of hard plastic.
"You asked for this, remember?"
"Yes, M'lady!" He replied quickly although he wondered if there was more in that statement than just what was on the surface. He had asked to be locked, teased and tormented. He had fantasized about the torment of being dressed up, locked up and cuckolded. It had all been a game until the unexpected opportunity arose and she grasped it. Now it was real, very very real.
"And it still turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yes, M'lady!" He answered sheepishly. How could he deny the need straining inside him now, straining inside him every day.
