A young man wakes up after a night of drinking, but his one night stand is not as temporary as (s)he thinks it is.
**Warning**, contains non-consensual scenes.
#Coupled
I awoke to a ringing inside my head, and blurred senses. Like any other friday night I had gone out on the town with my friends, and like any other saturday I was now feeling the repercussions. I groaned and blinked awake, expecting to see the clock at my bedside but instead was greeted by a blast of perfume and wavy blond locks. “Whatever happened last night, it was worth it” I thought. Hoping breakfast would keep her around long enough to get her number, I decided to fight the hangover, rise from bed, and start cooking.
Sitting up, my torso stiff and my chest heaving for air, my peripheral caught an odd glimpse as the covers slipped away. Swathed in maroon knit were two globes where my pecs should’ve been. Looking down at this foreign voluptuous chest, feeling the soft maroon turtleneck against my chin, a cascade of straight brunette fell past my cheeks and groped the sides of my chest. Panicking, I kicked my legs out from the covers, my black sheer stockings slid easily across the bed, my pleated skirt swished across my lap, and I heard my patent heels clack on the floor.
Panicking I stood, only to be jerked by my neck back down to bed. Falling backwards I heard the girl in bed moan. Looking over I saw a leather leash I had missed going from under my turtleneck and disappearing through her hair just above her shoulders. I grabbed her and rolled her over, her perfumed scent overtook me and she blinked awake. “Mmph?” she said through the panel gag. Taking it worse than I did she sprang from bed only for the leash to launch her back towards the bed, missing it and crumpling on the floor, pulling me with her. Sliding down awkwardly beside her we had a good look at each other.
If there was anyone I had to be joined at the hip (or neck) with, I’m glad it was her. She was 5’11” of beauty. Long easy blonde waves, smokey perfect eyes, and voluptuous hourglass curves. She was wearing a knee length lace maid dress, complete with corset puffed sleeves and a lacey leather collar with, what I assumed was her name, “Jessica”, embroidered on it in bright pink. Her legs were slender and held tightly by white stockings that ended in 4” patent black heels with a tiny heart shaped padlock in the lacey ankle strap. Her black panel gag no doubt concealed full lips and her husky voice, it’s straps secured it to her collar.
Tugging gently on the four foot leash, we attempted to stand up. Not only had I never worn high heels, but I was locked to a groggy bimbo with a mouth full of rubber. Clumsily we held on to each other trying to stand, we avoided eye contact, especially after an accidental grope. Tottering over towards the mirror I felt my hips sway almost involuntarily, as if something was pushing them apart. Standing in front, I got a good look at myself.
Who was that bombshell brunette? It couldn’t possibly be me. Could it? Long straight locks fell at either side of my ample bosom, my eyelashes which looked light and bashful weighed heavily on my eyelids, and my curves looked much gentler than they felt under the corset concealed by my maroon sweater. A knee length pleated skirt hid my growing erection, and black sheer stockings emerged and disappeared into my black patent heels, with a heart shaped padlock in the ankle strap. My entire masculinity was concealed, only my jawline and thin lips hinted at my true gender.
My inner male monologue snapped me back to reality, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” it screamed. Jessica was way ahead of me, already she was feeling herself for a release. There had to be something, a buckle in the collar? Corset string? A way to wiggle my feet out of these heels. First I had to remove the clothes that concealed them, the turtleneck was the obvious place to start. Crossing my arms and grabbing the hem I tried to pull it over my head. No luck, a few inches above the hem the sweater was either sewn, bolted or glued to the corset. The leather collar was similarly fastened to the turtleneck. At least I could roll up the sleeves? Grabbing my wig I pulled only to find it glued to my scalp. Rubbing my eyes did not remove what felt like tattooed on mascara, cat eye eyeliner, and eyebrows. Pulling at my heels only deepened my humiliation, and without removing them my stockings couldn’t be pulled over my feet. The waistbelt in my skirt was perfectly and immovably fitted. It would not budge past my hips, and a sewn in pair of panties made it impossible to pull over my head. Lifting the skirt revealed an androgynous display, my erect penis poked through a hole my outfit and out of the sea of frills that was my panties. A tiny tube,which disappeared under my outfit, poked out just above my penis. I dropped my skirt, and stood in disbelief.
Swaying atop her heels, coming to terms with her new prison, she looked through the mirror at me.
“You must be Jessica” I said pointing to her collar in the mirror.
A realization dawned in her eyes, frantically she pointed at her face.
“MMM MMMPPH MM” her voice sounded hoarse, probably a smoker
“You’re fucking gagged you know?”
Grabbing me with more force than I expected, she pointed at her face and mine repeatedly.
“Do I know you?”
“Mmhmm”
She did seem familiar.
“Do I know you from work?”
She shook her head.
“Have we met through friends?”
She shook her head, her hair tussling as she did.
“Are we friends?”
“mmhmm”
“How many years?”
As she raised her perfectly manicured fingers, a blush overcame her and she immediately covered her crotch as if she had just wet herself. A low humming emerged from her hands. Lifting her many petticoat she revealed a pink leather shield over her vagina, lifting them she turned around in the mirror looking for a clip or buckle to release the chastity shield that imprisoned the humming device and her sex. Her bare bottom was completely exposed, but much flatter than I expected it to be. Dropping the petticoats her knees wobbled and her body quivered as she tried to ignore the tease in her chastity shield.
A had a moment to think about our situation, but only a moment. As I was collecting my thoughts and looking around the room, I was yanked by the neck to a situation on the floor. Jessica had collapsed and the now loudly droning hum commanded her to hump the floor repeatedly. Desperately she obeyed, hoping for relief. Having no choice but to lie beside her, I was relieved it wasn’t happening to me.
I felt a sudden pang of guilt. Not only because I was grateful that this was happening to her and not me, but also because I was quite turned on by her bound and frustrated state. The way she wriggled on the floor, her perfect figure emphasised by the tight armbinder and corset dress, was irresistible. I couldn’t take advantage of her though, not in this state. She rolled over and I saw a pleading in her eyes, her doe eyes begged me for release. I couldn’t give it to her. Unless I… no, I couldn’t.
Suddenly my guilt was overtaken by a pit in my stomach. A vibrating sensation radiated from deep in my ass, all the way to my fingertips. I instinctively grabbed my rear, trying to pluck it out, forgetting that I had my own cloth cell. I had much more sympathy for Jessica now, if I had no release from this it would be absolute torture. I couldn’t let myself be degraded like that though, jacking off at a machine’s command, in clothes I hadn’t chosen, in someone else’s home. Not to mention I was humiliated, I looked like the world’s most basic Instagram model. Whoever was doing this too me, they were making me their bitch. I could resist, but not forever.
Jessica was now hammering at the floor with her crotch, her bare ass enshrined in petty coats that floated around her with every thrust. Another pang of guilt overtook me, all I could think about was pounding her doggy style. It would offer her some release, and at least I wouldn’t be the bottom. I hated myself for thinking this, could I really be brought this low, this easily? She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes, begging. I felt a cold viscous liquid, leak out onto my penis. Feeling under my skirt, I wiped it with my fingers. Jessica’s begging eyes suddenly widened at the sight of them, and suddenly my vibrator revved into overdrive.
Pleasure radiated through me, I was shaking violently. I couldn’t form a coherent thought, instincts started to take over. I rolled on top of Jessica, lifted our skirts, and pressed my cold wet tip against her tight hole. I don’t know why I even bothered trying to resist, each moment I spent on top of her pleading with myself not to carry through was a futile one. I slid into her, she screamed into her gag as I thrusted, faster, deeper, harder. She stopped humping the floor and started grinding on me, harder, and faster. I couldn’t take it anymore, exploded inside of her, and wave after wave of euphoria washed over me. The humming slowed, and then stopped. Panting, I rolled off of her. Exhausted, I almost fell asleep. But her thumping continued. She rolled over and began clawing at her shield. She screamed angrily into her gag until all the breath had seeped out of her panel gag. Panting, and frustrated, she lay beside me.
The door to the room opened. Exhausted from what I shamefully must admit was the best orgasm of my life, I lay on the floor as the clack of heels approached us from behind and an imposing figure stood over top of us. Clad in high heel boots, skinny jeans, a leather jacket, she descended over Jessica.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Ignoring me, she undid Jessica’s panel gag (leaving the harness secure) and walked to the door. Jessica rose to chase her, forgetting that she was tethered to me, and immediately face planted. She would have had more luck if I was a cinder block.
“GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!”
Someone shouted. It came from Jessica but it was much deeper than I expected.
“Jessica?”
Looking her in the eyes again, her thin lips and strong jawline uncovered, an uncomfortable realization crept over us. We lay in awkward silence until the sound of tires on a gravel driveway drifted away from what we assumed to be our cabin.
“Hi Chris.”
“Jake?”
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/74ahl0/locked_in_and_to_femininity_xpost