I sat him up and gently turned his head to face the door. He looked faintly ridiculous with his blank passive stare and white fabric spilling out of his mouth, but I knew that even if he hadn't had the collar on, he would have enjoyed this, so right now he must be on cloud nine.
On my way out of the room, I picked up the box in which I'd put my new outfit, and closed the bedroom door behind me. In the bathroom, my hands were shaking, I was so nervous. I took off my dress, folded it carefully up, and also took off my bra and put that on top. Then I started to take the items out of the box. First off was a new black pair of knickers, which I set to one side for now. I picked up a black leatherette bustier with open cups and put that on. I had grabbed a roll of electrical tape from the garage, and neatly snipped off four equal lengths, which I then fashioned into a cross over each nipple, covering up the gold plugs. My dominatrix look was coming together nicely. I retrieved the stockings from the box, which were black hold-ups with a vertical fishnet portion down the back. After that, the next item out of the box was a small makeup bag. My hands had thankfully settled down by now, and so I took my time applying the various elements, knowing that Patrick would be perfectly happy sat there with my knickers in his mouth for however long it took. Following a guide I'd found on the internet, I soon had a very severe-looking visage, with black lipstick, dramatic winged eyeliner, and my eyebrows also darkened to match. After putting some black mascara on my eyelashes, I also used it to darken my pubic hair. I still had some black nail varnish to apply, but there was one more touch to apply before I was ready for that. I reached into the box for the final component of my outfit, which was a long, straight black wig. Settling it on my head, I debated whether to allow a few strands of my pink hair to peek out, before deciding against it, and tucking them back in. I put on the new knickers, did my nails, and allowed them to dry, knowing that Patrick wouldn't be getting bored, thanks to having that collar on and the taste of me in his mouth. Looking at myself in the mirror, I assessed the completed transformation, and I liked the effect. I looked powerful and stern and utterly terrifying.
Eventually I decided the nails were dry enough, and it was time to move things along. There was one more item in the box, another fairly small bag containing a couple of items that I'd need shortly. I picked it up and made my grand re-entrance into the bedroom. Patrick, of course, just stared at me, but having spent a lot of time with that collar on myself, I knew that just because he looked impassive, it didn't mean that my attire wasn't having the desired effect. The way that the collar maps all feelings into pleasure meant that by doing something that would have induced fear, shock, surprise, arousal, suspicion etc in him under normal circumstances, meant that he would be having a great time right now.
"Well, my little toy, I've returned. You've been such a good boy, waiting so patiently, and now it's time for a treat. Wait, I should probably clarify. The treat is for me. You don't get treats any more."
I approached the bed and pushed him roughly backwards so that he was lying flat again, and straddled his chest so that he was staring up at me from below.
"So you know how much you liked my new knickers," I asked, stealing a small glance to the white fabric still dangling from his mouth. "Well, I think you might like these even more. Let me show you."
I spun myself around so that I was facing away from him and then lowered my crotch until it was hovering centimetres above his nose.
"Yes, my little toy, that's right. You're looking at my new backless knickers. They're a bit rude, aren't they? Don't you love how my pussy is obscured by that gauzy fabric, while my little asshole is completely on display. You'd love nothing more than to fuck that asshole right now, wouldn't you? Yeah, I know you would. You'd like to lick it and fuck it and fill it with cum. And these knickers would make it easy. But that's not going to happen. I have got something for you to watch though."
From my little bag I extracted a small black metal butt plug and a compact tube of lube. I squirted a reasonable portion of lube onto the butt plug and then reached around to insert it into my ass. I needed a few minutes to get it in, as I hadn't done any warmup yet, but grinding my clit against Patrick's chin helped considerably. I gasped as it popped into place, and after a few seductive wiggles I climbed off of Patrick.
I realised that a problem had presented itself: Patrick's cock was still hard, and this was going to throw my entirety of the rest of my plan out. Or maybe it wouldn't, depending upon exactly how the doll state worked. Was Patrick's cock hard because it had been hard when he had first entered the doll state? Or was it possible for him to gain or lose an erection while under the collar's spell? I really hoped it was the latter. I went back to the bathroom to soak a flannel in cold water, and then came back to the bedroom and wrapped it around his cock, and waited.
After a minute I lifted the flannel away to check, and thankfully it seemed to be working. I put the flannel back in place and did my best to avoid stimulating Patrick in any way. The next time I checked, his cock had shrunken to a little flaccid thing, perfect for my needs. Before it had a chance to change its mind, I whipped the final item out of my little bag, a black plastic chastity cage. I quickly installed it exactly as I'd seen on the videos, firstly guiding the partial base ring around behind his scrotum, then using the plastic pins to add the section that completed the ring. I put a drop of lube in the main cage part, slid it over his cock and seated it onto the pins. I grabbed the padlock, fed it through the little hole, and snapped it shut. Breathing a sigh of relief now that the time-sensitive bit was done, I allowed myself to relax and fall back into character. I straddled his chest again, and looked down into his motionless eyes.
"That's right, my little toy. You're in chastity now. And I know that at this moment you can feel nothing but pleasure, but when I take that collar off, you'll be begging me to unlock you." At this point I had considered placing the key on my tongue and pretending to swallow it, but realised that such theatrics would be a waste of time at this stage, so I just waved it around in front of his face instead.
"I could go and hide this key right now. But I had a better idea." I reached into my little bag and took out a small clear plastic box. "The key goes in here," I explained, placing it inside, before locking the box with a second padlock, "so that you can see it. I thought it might be more fun that way, being able to see the key but not being able to do anything with it." In truth I'd fantasised about a more elaborate contraption, a see-through dildo that I could somehow lock a key inside, allowing me to fuck myself with the key while he watched, or even better, attach it to a strapon harness so that he could fuck me with it. But such a thing did not exist - the closest I could find was a glass butt plug with the same purpose, which didn't appeal to me in the same way. Maybe there's a gap in the market for such a thing.
"And now, I'm going to go and hide this key somewhere where you'll never find it. I won't be gone long, but I'll leave you with something to keep you entertained."
I put the plastic box down on my bedside cabinet and then opened the top drawer, where I kept my favourite (and always fully-charged) vibrator. I turned it on and rested it against his cage, and walked out of the room to the accompaniment of a surprisingly loud rattling sound as the vibrator buzzed against the metal padlock.
By the time I came back two minutes later the vibrator had vibrated its way off of Patrick's crotch and fallen against the side of his leg. I should have taped it down, but never mind. I picked it up and straddled his chest once more.
"I'm looking forward to taking that collar off of you and seeing your expression. But I think I've earned an orgasm first. So I think I'm going to have one."
I turned round to present my back to him and lowered my pussy to his face once more. I kept my gaze focussed on his caged cock while I moved my vibrator to the space between my legs, pressing the fabric of my backless knickers against my clit. The harder I focussed on his helpless little trapped cock, the better the vibrator felt.
"I think my orgasm is going to be a swift one tonight, my good boy. I can't take my eyes off of that cage. It's turning me on so much, thinking about you in chastity. You're going to serve me, and make me proud."
By now I was barely holding onto the vibrator with my hand, but rather forcing my clit down onto Patrick's face with the vibrator held snugly between us. I could feel the first tremors of my orgasm already rearing its head. Much as I wanted to submit and let it wash over me, there was one final item on my agenda before I was ready to reach that point. Without needing to look, I fished the tiny white g-string out of Patrick's mouth and slid it around the edge of my knickers and into my wet pussy. Using his chin as an anvil again, I rode the vibrator and stared at his cage and opened myself up to my orgasm, allowing it to flood my body and throwing all of my inhibitions to the wind. While nothing could ever compare to the feeling of pleasure I got when the collar was on, I was starting to appreciate orgasms as being a different thing - far less intense, but a defined parcel with a start and an end. And, of course, being able to buck my hips and make a noise were two things that I could never do with the collar on.
Satisfied, I turned off the vibrator, and turned myself around so that I could look down into Patrick's eyes again. Without saying a word, I pulled my knickers to the side, reached a finger into my pussy, and pulled the g-string out, letting it drop back into his mouth. And then, I reached down and simply detached the collar, and waited.
Patrick's eyes instantly came back to life. I watched as the look of serenity was gradually replaced by a mix of arousal, fear and discomfort. Perfect. Just what I'd hoped for. I took the tiny damp knickers out of his mouth and, reaching behind me, draped them artfully over his cock cage.
"Do you have any questions?" I asked.
"Many." he spluttered.
"Do any of them involve your safeword?"
I could see the gears turning in his head as he contemplated. He opened his mouth for a second, and then closed it again.
"Good boy. Clean me."
I dropped my pussy into range of his mouth, and he obediently started to lick at me through the fabric. I pulled it to one side so that he could get his tongue inside me. With the trailing edge of the orgasm still lingering, my body was highly sensitive, and just a few seconds was ample.
"Good boy, now stop. You're a fast learner. Here's how things are going to be. You will remain in chastity. You will serve me and do what I tell you. You will bring me pleasure using your mouth, whenever I demand it. If you are obedient and subservient, you will be rewarded. I may allow you to put on a strap-on and fuck me with that. I may even, and this is not in any way a promise, but I may even allow you an orgasm by using a vibrator against your cage. But you will not be allowed to get hard. You will not be allowed to take the cage off. And it probably goes without saying, but you will definitely not be allowed to use your cock ring. Do you understand?"
