****A little something I wrote for a lovely someone - I thought it would be worth sharing!
Kinks: Feminization, makeup, bimbo aesthetic, bondage, machines, forced pleasure, huge cum loads?, permanent bondage. Written from second person view. All actions in plot are consensual, all participants are adults.
Do NOT read if any of those kinks are triggering to you.****
A few things rouse you from your slumber. Hushed whispers, the slight click of a key turning in a lock. The echoing clicks of stilettos on the floor.
The steps grow louder and you attempt to look to the door. The next realization shakes you from your then-still lingering grogginess. You can't seem to turn your head. And as you attempt a waking stretch, your limbs lock into place, with no more movement than if they were part of the contraption you're shackled in. An attempt to cry out is made void. The sound is muffled by a round gag, secured snugly behind your teeth.
You hear a soft laugh from right beside you and can sense the presence of who you can only imagine to be your captor right beside you. You attempt to take in whatever you can from your surroundings. You notice sweet perfume, mingled with the scent of freshly applied makeup. Quiet breathing, with a controlled exhale. The quiet of the room and her composed demeanor don't quite hide the excitement she clearly feels on seeing you.
What she sees? A glimpse into what she will soon consider perfect. And for now, that is you. Strapped down to a kneeling chair, your legs are ever so slightly spread, enough to give her an idea of your growing arousal, one that you couldn't quite hide if you ever wished to. Rather than four legs, the chair rests on an unusually low triangular base for stability, angled slightly further back than its ergonomic counterparts. With a backrest that extends from its rear, it allows you to lean back at a perfect ninety-degree angle from your bent knees. Your arms are conveniently kept out of the way, strapped down your sides, and held immobile, like the rest of your body, in some sort of latex one-piece. You can feel colder air on your crotch, and you wonder for an instant if that may be the only part of you, save for your face she can see bare.
The thought has no time to linger, however. A shudder runs through your body as long nails make their way down your encased arm, a cross between a gentle scratch and a caress. The feeling is slightly numbed by the film on your skin, but you can still clearly the shiver it sends up your spine, forcing a muffled moan to escape your lips.
In another scenario, you might have writhed in anticipation, but the outfit holds you in place.
"My sweet little captive..." she coos, teasingly, a hint of amusement coating each word.
Her hand leaves your arm and she reaches behind your backrest. A small click. Some whirring as you feel yourself being moved. Your hips are still nicely positioned at that perfect angle, but your back is now propped a little straighter up. As she steps back to take a better look at you, your gazes connect. Your eyes widen slightly as you take the sight of her in.
"Now, surely you aren't all that surprised by this little... machine? This isn't all that much. Although, I'm quite glad I've made such an impression on you already."
She lets out yet another one of those sweet laughs, one followed by a smug little smirk adorning her perfect lips. Lined with a darker shade, her lipstick is matte, red, and commands your attention with every word she utters. Her complexion is a perfect contrast, immaculate and velvety smooth, the flawless base of her foundation creating a soft-focus effect, accentuating her features.
She reaches out to you, cupping your face with a soft hand. Slender fingers caress your face as she raises a perfectly arched eyebrow at you, a questioning expression on her face.
"What is it, sweet one?" she says, seeming genuinely concerned, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in. She bats her eyelashes at you in mock-innocence before letting out a fit of giggles.
She smiles. Her thumb toys with your lower lip, her long, red nail grazing your skin ever so slightly as she proceeds with her monologue.
"This," she starts, her free hand gesturing towards the contraption you were encased in, "This is just the start of what will be a very, very, very fun adventure for the both of us. Although... Adventures are meant to end, aren't they? Hm.."
Her gaze locks onto yours, her eyes narrow as she thinks of the right words to use. You try to keep eye contact, but her long, fake lashes distract you with every blink.
"Let's call this... Your new life."
Satisfied with her speech, she gives you a little nod, inching closer to you in a way that, in any other context, would've been interpreted as intimate. Her breath is warm, yet fresh, yet another all-too-perfect element on a woman who could have well been pulled right out of a heavily photoshopped Instagram model's post.
And yet, she's real. There's a twinkle in her eye as she steps back and takes in the sight of your immobilized body. Your torso now propped up, you can watch her watch you. You see her gaze lowering for an instant as she notices your arousal.
"Looks like someone's already looking forward to it all, hm? I'm so excited for you to see all I have in store for you."
She seems to derive pleasure from the quickening rise and fall of your breaths as she halts for an instant.
"You like how I look, don't you?" she asks, teasingly, slowly walking to the other side of the contraption, every few words punctuated by the click of her stilettos, "The tight corset, the little skirt... the lips? Of course you do."
She lifts her index and middle finger to her lips, and gives them a small kiss before holding them up before him.
"See? No transfer, no stain. Very nice, hm? Would you like to try some on? Don't you worry. I'll make sure you have everything you need. You are going to look just so pretty with some color on those sweet lips."
She places a hand gently on your chest, and the excitement in her gaze only increases as she notices your quickening breaths.
"Yes! I know. We both will have so much fun, you beautiful one. And you will feel so, so good. Isn't that so sweet? I can't wait for you to see just what I'll turn you into. You're going to love it. I'm going to love it. This will be... so good for us both."
She runs her nails all the way down to your stomach, stopping right above your crotch. She glances down, her lashes casting a slight shadow over her eyes. For just a second, she lifts her hand back up, only for you to feel the tip of her smooth nail running up your cock. She's gentle, teasing, and as she reaches the head, she lets the pad of her index finger rest against your skin before slowly circling it.
She seems satisfied by the slight twitch, your body responding to her touch exactly as she wants it to.
"Isn't this perfect? All I have to do is gently touch, and tease you... Just like this. And that sweet, sweet body just shows me how much you enjoy it all..."
Another muffled sound escape your lips as she continues.
"Sh, sh... I know, sweet one. I know this is all new. You're not used to being all bound, and you're not used to have your pleasure come first, are you? It's okay. You'll learn to like it. I know I do. I like seeing you feel good. So much that I just can't help myself but let it happen over and over. And over again. I'll take care of you through it all. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it. Don't you fight it. I've made sure your body is all nice and snug so you can only give in to it all. My touch, my words... that's all you'll know. And the pleasure they bring, of course. You'll learn to expect it. You'll expect that pleasure, even when you don't. Because you'll learn that's what you're made for, sweet one."
The rise and fall of your chest is all the acknowledgement she needs. Your growing pleasure, even if only the slightest bit of it, only feeds her excitement.
"Won't you be so, so sexy, all dolled up for me? I'll teach you how to be such a perfect doll. You'll feel so good, you won't ever want to be anything but just that. It's all you ever wanted after all. It's all pleasure. So much pleasure."
With those last words, she wraps her fingers around your length, gently stroking her way up and down your cock. She leans towards you, her bust slightly pressing into your shoulder. Her breath hits your skin once again and she brings her lips to your ear. Feeling her warm breath, another shiver courses through your body. Another muffled sound. That feeling of being trapped, locked inside your own body.
Her hand still works your cock. From a teasing stroke, to a rhythmic yet delicate up and down motion as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
She has a very specific idea of what she considers sweet.
