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**I.**
The latex body suit had been the start of everything. At least, as far as you could tell. You never knew what those first fantasies were, or when they’d started. At first, you’d been uncomfortable, uneasy with the glint in her eye, the way she pressed her lips together like she was always holding back exactly what she wanted from you.
But now…
“You are going to be such a pretty slut for me.”
The room is dark and her voice is a velvet glove, brushed across your cheek, the first sensation in a long while. You’re alarmed at the effect it has on you, the way it makes your skin prickle under black latex, the way your mouth works around the first tremor of a whimper.
She’d left you in that dark room for longer than normal, your legs propped up in stirrups, cuffed and shackled. The examination chair is a new addition, the padding plush, the restraints tight. There’s something in the way it leaves you vulnerable, legs spread, your cock and ass exposed, that makes you feel more like a girl, on display, free use–and god, did she use you.
You’d started the night in a full ensemble, skirt and all, and she’d stripped you down to nothing but a black corset cinched tight, a pair of long, black latex gloves, and a steel posture collar that made you shiver from its cold kiss every time your head tipped back in pleasure.
You were still recovering from your first orgasm when she’d left you, cleaned and tidy, with a pair of vibrating rubber clamps attached to your nipples. In the quiet room, all you could hear is the pulse-pulse-buzz as they go off every other minute. Your nipples are already sensitive and every time they go off, you feel an electric pulse of want rush down to your cock, feel the way it stiffens, and the sound of your moaning echoes in the dungeon.
Once, the room was a basement, now it could only ever be called a dungeon. Dim lights illuminate black padded walls, plush white velvet couches, and a cold steel table fit with devices you can’t even guess at.
“My pretty little slut,” she says, and there’s joy in her voice, joy in the way she touches you, sliding a latex covered finger down the underside of your stiff cock in a way that makes you arch your back and moan. Just like the slut she says you are.
The touch is brief, there and gone, and you feel waves of pleasure rolling through you like aftershocks as she steps around the chair. Fuck, but she’s gorgeous… Red hair pinned back in an artful braid, exposing her pale skin, her high cheekbones, the smokey forest green eye shadow that makes her jade eyes pop. The dark red lips that make you suck in a sharp breath.
“I ordered something new for you,” she says as she retrieves a large, cylindrical metal device from the table opposite your examination chair. Once, you might have pulled away, fought, but when she approaches you find yourself whimpering in desperation, you know your eyes are begging.
“Do you love it?” she whispers the word in your ear like a kiss as she brings the cylindrical object down over your cock. It’s only then that you notice the outer core is a steel shell, but inside are plush, black rubber rings that feel like warmed skin as the first one pushes against your cock head, as your hips involuntarily buck and press against it, forcing into the puckered opening.
The cock ring engulfs the head of your cock and slides down your shaft. It’s already starting to pulse, inflating and deflating in a gentle heartbeat rhythm, when the next ring presses against your head.
The sounds you make aren’t words–can’t be called words–not really. They’ve lost all form and structure as the first waves of pleasure rise in you, lifting you up, as if you’re coming out of your body. There are three rings in total, each of them pulsing in their own unique rhythm so by the time you’ve recovered from one, the next is fluttering to life.
“Good girl,” she says, and you can hear the smile in her voice–it melts you, even after all of this. Maybe you are a good girl. Maybe you are Her good girl…
Even those thoughts turn liquid, run out of you, as you feel the rhythm of the device pick up, crash into you, drag you under into an ocean of pleasure. Your breath is coming fast now, hitched, somewhere between a moan and a whimper you can’t quite control. She stands over you, watching, her green eyes bright with desire, and you know she’s turned on now, watching you.
Her little slut.
She bites her bottom lip against a smile when your back arches. You think you’re doing good, holding out as the pleasure builds, as you feel it cresting against you, as every inch of exposed flesh feels like lightning dances around it.
And then the nipple clamps start to buzz again, your nipples taut and hard, and your cock stiffens as the cock rings flutter-squeeze and it’s all you can do to not scream. You moan, instead, a desperate, pathetic sound, head tipped back, eyes rolling as you cum for Her. The world goes to star-studded black around you as you give everything you have to your orgasm, as waves of pleasure wrack your body and leave you gasping, panting, spent.
“Again,” she says, and her voice is whisper-thin, excited.
The device on your cock has slowed, milking you even as it suctions away your spent cum to keep you clean, but it hasn’t stopped. It’s a warmth, now, squeezing, spreading little ebbing waves of pleasure through you, teasing your next orgasm, and you know she’s nowhere close to done with you.
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