I awoke with the shock of baffling consciousness, not sure how I got to where I was. The walls were concrete; old and cracked. A single red lightbulb flickered from its socket, which dangled haphazardly from the worn, mildewed ceiling. I was sitting in a wooden chair and couldn’t move, my hands bound securely behind my back.
An old VHS camcorder was set up directly in front of me and the red light was blinking, as if to remind me I’m being watched. Behind the camera I noticed a large mirror, spotted and smudged from years of neglect. I squinted at my dull reflection and realized for the first time that I was, in fact, completely naked on this chair.
*Where the fuck did my clothes go?!* I glanced down at my bare skin and realized that I was wearing **something**. A shiny metal cage was wrapped tightly around my penis, holding it to my crotch, while my balls hung awkwardly underneath, dripping with sweat. My feet were strapped together and locked to metal rings that had been soldered to the floor. In the mirror I noticed that a large, rusty chain hung overhead, just behind where I sat. I was confused. I was terrified. *How did I get here?*
“Relax,” a bland, robotic voice said, echoing off the concrete walls. A voice altering machine, no doubt. *Was I abducted? Being held for ransom?*
“Where… where am I?” I demanded in a tone that sounded more pathetic than I’d intended.
“You agreed to this,” the voice replied.
I thought for a second. The last few hours seemed fuzzy. After a breath, I forcefully shouted “I think I’d fucking remember! Let me out, asshole!”
“Think,” was all the voice said before going silent.
And so I did. The last thing I remember was being at home, watching TV in bed with Holly. *We were talking about… something. I don’t quite recall. Wait, where is Holly? Is she okay?!*
“Where the fuck is she,” I bellowed forcefully.
“You really don’t remember?” the voice replied. “Good.” Then there was silence. Painful silence. My mind raced.
A heavy metal door began to slowly creak open, spilling much needed light into the room. A figure stepped through, silhouetted against the illumination. The figure trudged forward and pushed the door shut. The red light from the solitary bulb was too dim to make out any features, but I could tell by her curvature that she was a woman.
She took a few steps closer and I could vaguely make out her attire. She wore a leather hood with holes for her eyes and mouth. A leather bra covered her seemingly ample bosom and matching panties completed the ensemble. Her legs were adorned with black fishnets that coursed down her broad thighs, leading to the intimidating pumps she had strapped to her feet. Her skin glistened in the faint crimson light.
I was taken aback. I almost forgot my yearning to escape from wherever I was being held captive. She was radiating, alluring, sexy. My cock twitched in the tiny cage nestled between my legs.
She eyed me from top to bottom, pausing at my cage, and then meeting my gaze. “You look so cute like that, darling,” she said. Her voice was high-pitched and playful, like a quirky kindergarten teacher trying to make students excited about their ABCs. The voice almost seemed fake, like an overly enthusiastic hentai character. *Nobody talks like that in real life*, I thought to myself.
She began to walk around my chair, as if on a casual stroll. She circled me several times and I followed her every move intently. After one final lap, she paused directly in front of me, inches from my face.
She kneeled and placed her chin on my knee, eyeing the metal enclosure on my lap. “Oh honey, I’m afraid this just won’t do.” She used her index finger and thumb to measure the length of the cage and then held it up for display, making a pouty face with her lips. “I don’t think you’d be able to satisfy me with this little wormy, sweetie.”
I felt shocked and defensive but remained mute. She rose to her feet and grinned. “It’s okay. There’s other ways for you to pleasure me, sweetheart.”
She turned and began to skip across the room, humming a playful but unrecognizable tune. She pulled open the large metal door, briefly disappeared into the room she had come from, and then returned promptly with hands held behind her. She frolicked toward me and, inches away, abruptly halted. She giggled innocently.
From behind her back she revealed a leather harness, to which an enormous purple dildo was affixed. “Will you wear this, baby?” she exclaimed excitedly.
Suddenly I was angry. Enraged at the pure ridiculousness of the situation. *Who the fuck did she think she was?!* And so I said “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
Her smile vanished instantly. “Naughty, naughty words, Mister Wormy.” She took each end of the strap that she’d been cradling and violently wrapped the harness around my head. “I’m gonna have to shush you up real good, mister.” I balled my hands into fists and tried to shake myself free, but there was absolutely no give in the restraints. “I call you Mister Wormy because your little wormy is soooo cute and tiny, but mostly useless,” she explained casually as she buckled the strap and pulled it tight to my face.
Suddenly I felt the intense sensation of falling. It was short-lived, and with a thud my shackled hands hit the floor and were accompanied quickly after by the chair and the weight of my body. She had tipped me backward, and my strapped feet had forced the back legs of the chair to slide underneath. The chair lay on its back with me fully seated and looking straight up toward the ceiling.
The harness covered most of my face, but I was still able to see. She stepped within my view and slowly wriggled out of her leather panties. After the undergarment was completely removed, she positioned herself directly above my head and slowly lowered herself onto the dildo that now protruded from where my mouth would normally be. Her butt cheeks spread wide in front of my eyes and lowered to within an inch of my nose. I instinctively sniffed and the scent was familiar.
She began to ride the dildo up and down, methodically. Each time she lowered, my nose pressed directly into her butthole, and she let out an audible “eep!” Her rhythm grew faster as I lay there, paralyzed and completely incapable of moving. After what seemed like hours, her pace massively accelerated, and she expelled a series of squeals and moans. With one final howl of pleasure, she bore down hard on the silicone cock, my nose burrowed deep in her ass.
After a moment she pulled herself up, released a heavy sigh, and then bent over to look down upon me. “Did you like that, Mister Wormy?” I was speechless. She walked cheerfully around the room once more, leaving her leather panties resting on the floor. After a few moments, she squatted behind me and with incredible strength raised the chair and me up to a seated position. My feet were still securely chained to the floor.
“You got me sooooo juicy, Mister Wormy. Do you want to taste?” Part of me really did. I was turned on in a way that I haven’t felt since I was a teenager, rubbing myself through the pockets of my jeans and sneaking away to jerk off in the boys’ bathroom. *What is wrong with me?*
She reached around my head and unbuckled the harness, rotating it gracefully until the dildo end was pointed out. She wrapped it around her torso and carefully fastened it to her waist “Taste me, wormy!” she exclaimed, forcing the dildo through my clenched lips, driving it into the back of my throat. “Mmmm, yuuuuummmy, right?!”
The rest of my body was tied down but my head was semi-mobile, so I tried pulling away from her. She grabbed my ears forcefully and held me still, thrusting her strap-on repeatedly into my mouth. After some struggle I gave in and allowed her to face fuck me until she grew tired of it. As she pulled the dildo from my lips after one final plunge, she giggled exuberantly.
“Did you enjoy cleaning up my juices like a good slut, Mister Wormy? This peepee needs to be nice and clean and slippery for where it’s going next!”
With that, she eagerly shuffled behind my chair and I felt her grab at the strap that tied my wrists. A metal clanking sound reverberated from the concrete walls as she lowered a procession of chains from the ceiling. I felt pressure on my forearms as the chains were attached to the wrist tether and pulled taught. Using some sort of crank that I couldn’t see, she began to raise the chains, pulling my hands with them toward the ceiling. My butt raised from the chair and she kicked it out from under me. After a few rotations I was nearly vertical, my hands pulled awkwardly behind me like an upside-down “L”.
I heard a boisterous squirt and felt cool liquid along my backside. A cold, hard object swished it around and guided the greasy fluid toward my butthole. Then suddenly, without warning, she plummeted her dildo deep inside of me. I squealed loudly. As she proceeded to fuck me from behind, my little metal cage bounced to the rhythm. I felt myself growing uncomfortably hard inside of it. I wanted her to stop, but I also wanted it to never end.
Her breathing grew rapid as she pounded me. I felt her hair graze the middle of my back, swaying to the tempo. Her moans became louder and progressed to screams of passion. She began to yell, “Oh yes, you dirty little slut! Don’t you wish your tiny dick was as big as mine?! Take it like a good slut! Take it!!”
As she fucked me, I felt a growing sensation building inside my abdomen. Soon it was radiating to my extremities, like tiny lightning bolts. It intensified to the point that I could barely think. An orgasm like none I’d ever felt emanated through my body and caused me to shake uncontrollably.
Moments later the sensation had passed and we both grew still. The large phallic object slid from my hole and the kinky temptress circled around me. She grinned and her eyes lowered to admire my limp, caged cock. She reached toward it and lifted a dribble of cum from the tip, winked, and then pushed it into my mouth. “What a good job you did, Mister Wormy.” She reached into her leather bra and pulled out a silver key. “It’s for your foot locks,” she said simply and slid it into my mouth. She grinned before turning to walk away, humming to herself. Her footsteps were silent as she passed by the VHS recorder, removed the tape, and headed for the exit.
As she approached the door, she turned one last time to face me. My exhausted body hung limp and I looked at her with defeated, yearning eyes. She slowly reached up to pull the hood from her face. Even under the dim light, I instantly recognized her. “Holly,” I muttered under my breath.
The door closed behind her and I remained motionless, dangling precariously from the links of tarnished brass attached to the decomposing ceiling in this cave of depravity. After a second, I heard a click and the chain released. I plummeted to the ground, ass first, and sat there dazed. Gravity and the weight of my body had loosened the wrist straps enough that I was able to wiggle free. I withdrew the key from my mouth and scrambled to unlock my feet.
At that moment, the robotic voice from earlier bellowed through the tiny chamber. “You asked for this. You agreed to it. You wanted to know what it felt like to be used and taken advantage of. After we set your restraints, you took the roofy that I’d placed under your tongue – ‘to make it seem more real,’ you said.”
I was taken aback. *I don’t remember this.*
“I didn’t realize how much I’d like it, though, and I’ve decided that I’ll hold on to the key for your cage. Your chastity will be an ever-present reminder that you are owned.”
That’s when it all came rushing back. I distinctly recalled having a conversation with her about wanting to feel completely out of control. *This was my fantasy.*
“I’ll see you at home, sweetie. We’ll watch the tape together. And don’t worry, I’ve got even more exciting things planned for later. If you’re a good boy.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tbe42b/held_captive_fm_femdom_cnc_pegging_chastity_sph