06
It was hard to accept that it was all really happening to me. How could it be that I was on my knees, my wrists chained behind me, chained to a wall and collared, wearing a sissy's cheerleading costume. I should have been at home, waiting for my wife to come home, but instead I was here, a plug vibrating in my ass and a very real cock jutting out at me through the opening in the wall I faced.
"Be good," the man had said, and I could hear Master saying the same thing to me.
I knew that this was what he had been training me for, with my obedience as well as with the physical pleasuring of the toys in front of an audience. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but I closed my eyes as I leaned forward. I felt the stranger's wet head against my pursed, slightly parted lips. It was warm and the taste of him was immediate. I could almost hear the voices of the men who would encourage me on the live streams, as I continued to lean in. What started as a kind of kiss deepened as I opened my mouth to him.
It was similar to the toys I'd been practicing on but still very different. I could feel heat radiating from his cock. I could taste him, even more now that his shaft was on my tongue. He also started to move as he felt me around him. I imagined he was relatively limited in how much freedom of movement he had, feeding his bare cock through an opening in a wall, but he seemed to do what he could.
I thought about Master and imagined him watching. I thought about the men who had been watching me train, and imagined them urging me on and calling out lusty encouragement. I also started to feel this man's reactions, as he started to grow even larger and harder as my lips slid up and down his shaft, and as my tongue pressed him up against the roof of my mouth. I moaned around him as I heard his muffled grunts.
With my hands trapped behind me, I had only my mouth to use to please him. I sucked and slurped and licked, as best I could. I tried not to think about what a sight I must have been, kneeling there, head bobbing, slobbering and slurping. I was glad for my training sessions as they had prepared me for at least the start of the sensations of what this was like. They had not prepared me, however, for the sensation of his continuing growth as he grew more and more aroused.
Soon it felt like he was gagging me, pushing into my throat so far and thick. I was drooling messily and gasping for air in between thrusts. I started to feel the limits of the chain that held me in place. I couldn't get away from the size and heat and throbbing feeling of him, pushing into my mouth and filling up my thoughts and reality. My eyes watered and my heart pounded. The humming plug inside me was keeping me aroused and confused.
Just when I was sure I was about to pass out, he started to spasm and spurt. This was something else that practice with the dildos had not prepared me for. He was so deep that his first pulse of cum shot down my throat, but as he pulled back, all of a sudden, my mouth was filling with warm, salty cum. My cheeks swelled up and I sputtered, then finally realized that I would have to swallow or choke.
I began to swallow, feeling the thick gooey load slide down my throat. I could feel it flowing down my neck, all the way down into my belly. He kept cumming and I kept swallowing, until he was spent. I took it all in. Even when I had swallowed it all, the taste remained, as though it had scarred my taste buds.
The taste of him lingered, but he did not. As soon as he was fully spent, he pulled back and was gone, and the panel in the wall closed. I knelt there, swallowing and licking my lips and trying to clean myself up as the reality of what had just happened sank in. It hadn't been just practice or just a toy at home. I had sucked a man's cock, and he'd cum in my mouth and I'd swallowed all of it down, at least all that I could manage. I had done it all while dressed in a humiliating, feminizing costume, and also while a toy buzzed and danced inside me. I had to wonder if it had been just the plug that had kept me so aroused, or if the powerful control of these others had contributed as well. Master, from somewhere, was pulling the strings, and there were clearly men near me who were willing to assist him in placing me in that predicament.
I had no idea what time it was, or how much time had passed. Even with the plug still humming I was able to manage enough normal thought to know that I was working with a deadline. Jane would be on her way home and there was a list of to-do items that was critically important to complete before she returned. The toys and clothes had to be hidden, and that needed somehow to include the items I was wearing and filled with at that moment. Somehow I'd need to melt or crack the ice to get to the key to get out of the chastity cage as part of that too. To do any of that, I needed to get home and get cleaned up.
That didn't seem to be the immediate concern of the men in charge of me then, as rather than being freed and let go, I was faced with yet another cock as the wall panel slid open again. He was larger than the previous man, or perhaps just more aroused to start. There seemed to be less foreplay from either of us. I knew what I had to do, and the stranger knew what to expect. I licked at him and kissed the head of his cock passionately, performing and hoping to please him. I moved on quickly to parting my lips for him, taking his throbbing heat inside and making my mouth a place of pleasure and use for him.
I made as tight and pleasing a receptacle for him as I could, and he responded by thrusting as much as his position allowed. I matched his pace and rhythm, bobbing up and down, feeling so helpless and used and owned. I could feel the plug inside me, pulsing at full force. I knew I was throbbing and leaking inside my cage, overwhelmed by the sensations and situation. This wasn't just a game or practice anymore. It wasn't just fantasy, nor words on a screen. I was in this place, chained and collared and servicing men. It was real.
In his own time, the second man came eagerly and messily. I had an even harder time keeping up with the sheer amount of warm, slippery cum he spurted into me and, even trying my best, I was sputtering and gasping and feeling it drip down my chin. Once he was spent, he was gone as quickly as the first man.
This time, as I knelt and worked to catch my breath, the plug was silent. That lack of sensation made my situation seem even more shameful and embarrassing. The taste of cum filled my mouth and I could feel the globs and strings of that which I'd not been able to swallow or reach with my tongue dripping down or drying on my face.