So there I was kneeling, sore, and horny, my tongue between Miss. Simmons's huge ass cheeks. I had lost track of time, and of how many times I'd made her cum with my mouth. By now it was near dawn. Despite my aching knees, back, neck, jaws, and tongue, I kept licking her butt hole. I knew I had no other choice. If I ever wanted to get my cock out of its cage again, I'd have to serve Miss. Simmons's every whim and desire.
A sudden hard slap, let me know to stop licking. I looked up from her hairy bush, past massive tits, to met the goddess's eyes.
She looked me over amazingly, and I flushed. I felt an urge to look sexy and slutty, and I try to pose for like the girls I've seen in bondage pics. My eyes open big, my lips seductively parted, I spread my knees wide, and pushed out my caged package. This drew a mean laughs from Miss. Simmons, and she snapped a few photos, letting me pose.
Miss. Simmons had been drinking steadily, tequila then champagne for hours, and now her eyes have a far off, disconnected look, that made me uneasy. She was grinning, but here eyes looked angry. I started to worry she was gonna do something really fucked up to me, and I was right.
Miss. Simmons told me to get to my feet. I rose as quickly as I could, only to be very ruffly grabbed by the hair. I was quickly led away and bent over a heavy, finely carved table. My face pressed down to the wood, ass up. I was told to hold still and keep my forehead on to the table. I knew better than to disobey.
I dared not look up, but I could hear, Miss Simmons digging in her bag of toys. What was she getting, what was she going to do to me.
A few moments later she was back, and I felt my feet being kicked wide apart, my feet bound to the table legs. Earlier that night, the big breasted goddess bound my hands behind me. Each wrist tied to the other elbow, so I couldn't reach down and protect by sweet bottom.
Then I was yanked by the hair into a standing position, and Miss. Simmons was shoving a bright pink ball gag into my mouth. I struggled as she pulled the straps tight behind my head. Droll ran out of my mouth, and I gagged as the big rubber ball forced my teeth apart. My cries for mercy were cut off, and Miss. Simmons clicked the latch, then stepped back to look at her work.
The ball gag, totally unexpected, choked me and I sputtered trying hard to breath. Miss. Simmons was looking more sadistic by the second, enjoying my terror. Suddenly the big woman was behind me again, to my surprise and short-lived relief, unclipping the gag. For just a moment I thought Miss. Simmons would show me pity, seeing how much the big ball made me suffer. But instead of freedom, my poor jaws were suddenly forced open wider than ever, as the mistress yanked the ball in deeper, and clicked the straps another notch tighter.
Now I was properly gagged, the big orb filling my whole mouth, forcing my teeth apart, the straps cutting into my cheeks. It felt like I was having a tennis ball shoved down my throat, and I coughed, trying to catch my breath. I tried to fight down my panic, and breath as best I could. Soon a steady stream of droll, was flowing down my chin, neck, and smooth belly. I frantically begged to be realised, but of course my please were unintelligible.
Then for a moment, again I was alone. With a withering slap to my ass, Miss. Simmons had gone. I heard her rummaging in her bag, then leaving the room. I waited in fear and anticipation.
I was left with a moment to consider how ridicules must look right now. Gagged with a girly pink ball gag, naked except for the matching pink cage on my poor penis. Nude my athletic legs and buns were forced wide, my hand bound. I was the picture of a helpless boy toy. I though I must look like the gay old bar tenders dream come true, and my dick jumped in its cage at the thought.
When Miss. Simmons finally returned she had made a costume change. Naked before, the tall curvaceous women loomed in front of me, now dressed in heels, fishnets, garter belt, and sexy sheer lingerie. She was also wearing an old-fashioned theater mask that covered the top half of her face, like in the movie Eyes Wide Shut.
Miss. Simmons posed before me, knowing her show, caused my caged cock untold misery. She had on a lacy black bra, that badly covered her huge breasts, and left her pancake size aromas only partially covered. Miss. Simmons turned for a moment, teasing me with her huge ass, shaped by her big sheer panties. Her wide cheeks were framed gorgeously by the undies and stockings, and the panties were transparent every were but over her hairy pussy. She looked so good in her outfit, and my poor penis hurt so bad in its pink cage.
As shocking as her dress was, I was more shocked by what Miss. Simmons had in her hands. In one, she held a belt, doubled and ready for a beating, in the other the goddess held a black butt plug and a little bottle of lube. However it was neither Miss. Simmons sexy outfit, nor the spanking belt, nor even the butt plug with its little jewel on the outside end that riveted my attention and stopped my heart.
What shocked, and frightened, and excited me most, what drew my gaze inexorably, was the huge strap-on penis she was now sporting. Strapped around her wide hips, the thick phallus looked well proportioned to the big strong warrior women. It was at least 8 in long, thick vainy and realistic, a bit bigger than my fat cock. The dildo was bright pink, just like my gag, and chastity cage.
She was the big boobed dominatrix out of a comic book, the sexist thing in the world. I felt like the luckiest boy ever, and the most unfortunate. I had fantasized about being bound and dominated by big strong women, but now that was about to be raped by one I started to cry. The tears rolling down my cheeks mixed with my droll, and I moaned with self-pity.
Looking up I saw, Miss. Simmons had put the belt on the table, and was again taking photos, and video. She narrated the video, teasing me like I was a porn star, as she panned back and forth from my blubbering face to her huge pink strap-on.
"Kidnapped boy cries when he sees what's in store for him. Baby you look so cute with your matching pink Chasity cage, and gag. Bright pink cage on your big dick, big pink ball gag in your mouth, and soon a big pink dildo in your bubble butt," she taunted.
Walking around me filming Miss. Simmons, got me from every angle. She showed me off like a piece of meat, my face, my feet and legs, flat belly, caged cock, and swollen balls. She got up behind me and spread my cheeks.
"Were gonna do a little before and after thing here... with this boy toy's ass! Note how nice and smooth the pale skin, no welts. Note the untouched virgin hole," she teased.
The inspection went on and I squealed, and struggled. I didn't want anything in my butt. However all my struggling accomplished was to humiliate me even further before the camera. At the other end of the table, Miss. Simmons propped her phone up against the empty campaign bottle. My deflowering was to be recorded.
