I have behaved myself this week. I shaved every day, my body as well as my face, and I washed myself with the oils, as she requested. My skin is softer, I think and silky smooth. I made sure to stay respectful when she spoke to me, and not to stare at her in a manner unbecoming to my station. That’s what she calls it: my “station”. I went shoe shopping with her, and I sat ever so still while the sales assistant helped me to find a pair of heels. He was incredulous at first, made a point of calling me “Sir”, but she corrected him, and I think he was enjoying himself by the end. I focused on my breathing and I sat quietly, even though I was blushing furiously, even though I saw him smirk at my delicately painted toes; at the thin silver chain with a love-heart, stamped with her name, that hangs around my ankle.
I have dutifully given foot rubs and brushed her hair. I haven’t even complained, not even once, about the cage although it is very uncomfortable at this point. I have been badly behaved – at least once – every week for the last ten weeks, and so I have worn the chastity cage all that time. I gingerly run one manicured finger over it, inspecting it, though I know its plastic and silicone form like part of my own body, which I suppose it is. Ten weeks without cumming. At first I hated it, and I was disrespectful. Mistress punished me for that, pinching my nipples, flogging my stomach and thighs with the tawse – hurting me in ways that won’t show. Her disapproval is worse than the pain, though. I feel awful inside when I’ve disappointed her.
At first I wasn’t good for her. She had photos of me. “In flagrante delicto”, that’s her phrase for it. She told me that I could be good, and do as she told me, or she would send the photos to people I knew. It was difficult, at first. I didn’t want to serve, but when she rewarded me for the first time, and when I truly understood what it was to be owned by her, “to abandon oneself” as she puts it, I became much happier. Now, of course, I love being hers.
I finish dressing and check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a blue silk babydoll and thong. I pout and swivel my hips from side to side so that the little skirt billows and lifts. I briefly feel ridiculous, my biceps and deltoids are well defined, incongruously set against the pretty feminine lingerie. I turn and bend over a little, looking back over my shoulder into the mirror. I can’t help but smile. My upper body might not suit the dress, but my butt is perfectly taut and rounded. The thong looks great.
There is a polite cough from the doorway, and I spin around to see her standing there in a t-shirt, yoga pants, and faded slippers. “Very nice”, she says appraisingly, “and that pose is such a lovely little foreshadowing, but don’t fall in love with your reflection, darling, Narcissus comes to such a sad end.”
I blink and look at the floor, “Thank you, Miss”, I say. I can never think of anything clever to say when she talks to me like that.
“Before you come downstairs, ” she says, “be sure to use the bathroom. I expect you spotless, and I don’t want any interruptions. You may be occupied for some time this evening.” She moves as though to leave, but stops herself, catching her hand on the door frame, “Oh, and clean the bathroom please. Bath wiped down, floor clean enough to eat your dinner from.”. This last instruction amuses her and she smiles her inscrutable little smile.
I just nod in response. Some twenty minutes later I have used the bathroom and cleaned myself for her. The bathroom is sparkling, and so I pad downstairs in my stockinged feet. The sitting room is warm, and she’s curled up on the sofa listening to Nina Simone. She smiles when she sees me. “Oh aren’t you just the most charming little thing?” she purrs, “Just gorgeous.”. She holds out her hand, and I walk over to take it. Standing in front of her I can smell her perfume, sweet and spicy. She rubs her thumb over mine and then lifts my chastity cage with her free hand, turning it gently from left to right. She inspects underneath and says, “has it been rubbing at all?”
“No, Mistress”, I reply, “it’s been very comfortable.”
She smiles wickedly, and leans forward to kiss the tip. The sight makes the blood run to my cock, which is uncomfortable so I try not to think about her mouth. “You oughtn’t to lie to me, baby girl”. I can’t help myself at this, my shoulders shrug involuntarily, like a little wink, and I smile, sketching a little circle on the floor with my right foot. She only ever calls me her baby girl when she’s very pleased with my behaviour which means –
“I expect the pressure is enormous by now. You must be desperate to cum?”
I glow with excitement, “I … would like that very much, Miss”, I say.
“Well, I’m not sure you’re going to cum this evening,” she says, “though I’ll be ever so proud if you do.” She drops my cage, “That can stay on for tonight.”.
I’m flabbergasted, and for a moment I forget myself. “That’s not fair!” I say, “I’ve done everything you’ve asked and – ”
Her eyes flash and she drops my hand. “Don’t make me punish you, darling, ” she warns, then breaks out in a smile again. “I bought you some gifts, if you think you can be my grateful little kitten, rather than a spoilt little shit?”.
I look at my feet and in my quietest voice say, “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
She settles back into the sofa, and looks me over, her lips pursed. “I’m not sure you deserve them any more. However, if you go into my bedroom, there’s a little black bag on the bed. Fetch, darling. And don’t you dare peek.”
I walk as quickly as I can without being “inelegant”, up the stairs and across the landing, and my heart is thumping as I find the little bag. I don’t know what she has in store for me, but she’s pleased with me which means, even though I’m to remain in chastity, she will reward my behaviour. Or I think so, at least. I hope so.
As soon as I walk back into the room, she lights up again. “Very good,” she says, “in the bag are three things for my kitten. Take them out.” I reach into the bag, (“You can throw that on the floor, my sweet, don’t get distracted”), and pull out a pink collar, a headband with pink cat ears on it, and a tail. I immediately blush bright red. This is her idea of a reward? I look up at her, and she tilts her head, smiling sweetly. “Pop the collar on for me, dear, and the ears. You can bring the tail to me. I should imagine you’ll need some assistance with that.”
The headband is a little tight. I turn the collar around in my fingers before opening it. It is made of some shiny pink leather substitute. “Slut” is printed in large gothic letters on the front. I sigh inwardly, but am careful not to show my lack of enthusiasm. Suitably collared and wearing my absurd little anime kitten ears, I walk over to my Mistress with the tail. She reaches over to the coffee table and picks up a bottle of lube. I’m immediately nervous. She’s played with my butt a little before, but nothing major. She holds out her hand for the tail, and I pass it to her. There is some kind of plug on the end, which curves at the tip, like a crooked finger. “Turn around”, she says, and slaps my thigh playfully. “Now,” she says, “you’ll need to relax for me. Best behaviour, please.”
She slides the thong off my hips and down my legs. I step out of it and she whisks it away. Next I hear the bottle opening, and then the slick squelchy sound of lube being warmed in her hands. I steel myself. She rubs gently at my sphincter and I tense up, but she presses very gently, teasing around and around, and her finger dips past the tiny opening, first one millimeter, then two. I take a deep breath from my stomach, as she taught me, and she starts to stroke all the way around my entrance and down underneath me, rubbing on my perineum. The delicate nerve endings start to tingle and I try to relax. Her finger rubs more insistently at my hole, and pushes a little further, lubricating me. She twists her finger back and forward, rubbing in and out, and all this time she’s telling me that I’m her good girl, her pretty kitten, that she’s so proud of me. Despite my misgivings, this is starting to feel quite pleasurable, and I slowly open up; my sphincter kissing her finger, nibbling at it.
Her hand withdraws, which is disappointing, and there’s another slick sound, and then the sensation of something hard and cool pressing at the entrance to my ass. I try not to seize up and she purrs, “such a good girl”, and it slides inside me, forcing me open. It’s a little uncomfortable as I close over the bulb at the end. I feel full, and strangely distended. It’s not a nice feeling.
“Turn around for me,” she says, “let me see you.” I am deeply conscious, as I turn, of the plug inside me. It moves in strange ways, and I feel something akin to pain: I’m over-sensitised inside as though bruised. I stand with my legs together, hands clasped, in front of my lap, “demurely” as she calls it. “Oh, how beautiful”, she says, “let me take a picture”, and she pulls out a camera and has me display myself for her. Finally, she says “bend over, darling, and blow me a kiss.” so I lean forward at the waist and pout, and suddenly there’s the strangest feeling inside me and I say “unnggh” and she smiles and says “Yes, dear?”
“I – I just felt like I needed to pee, Miss”, I say.
“I’m sure you did, my angel, that’s your prostate. We’re going to have fun with that this evening. I’m not going to let you cum, not unless you’re ever so lucky, but I want to get all that disgusting boy goop out of you.” She nods toward my crotch and says, “it’s working already. You must have been full to the brim.” I look down and I’m startled to see a long thread of precum hanging from the front of my cage. “Catch it,” she instructs me, “I want you to eat it all up.” I catch the long thread on the end of my finger, wipe around the hole at the top of my cock-cage, and bring it to my lips. She takes another photo as I suck my finger clean and she looks so proud. “Very good!” she claps her hands, “Now, I hope you cleaned that bathroom.”. She stands up and walks toward the door, I hesitate and then start to follow her, but she says. “All fours, please, darling”. I drop to my hands and knees and follow her out of the room and up the stairs.
As I crawl, the plug is pressing on my prostate again. It feels delicious and I breathe slowly and deeply, enjoying the sensation. When we reach the bathroom she sits on the toilet with the lid down, and says “Tiles, my sweet. We don’t want that nasty boy cock drooling all over the carpet, do we?” She kicks off her slippers and pushes her big toe against my mouth. I look into her eyes and open my lips to suck gently. “Lift up your bottom, please. Like a bitch in heat.” so I lean forward on my elbows and raise my haunches as high as I can. This causes the plug to press against my prostate again, and again there’s that feeling that I need to pee, and some fluid shoots out of the end of my cock, hitting the floor. I moan quietly, and she dips her toe in my mess, rubs it around in a circle, then raises it back to my mouth. “Clean it.” She directs, and I eagerly comply. She watches with a look of mild interest as I suck and lick, “Poor thing. You must be full to overflowing.”
After I’ve sucked my precum from her toe, I start to kiss the side of her foot and around her ankle. “Now,” she says, “if you’re very good, very good indeed, then one day soon I’ll let you cum again. The only catch is that from now on, you’re only going to cum when your ass is full. Do you want to cum?”
I groan and say “Yes, Mistress. It’s been so long, and I want it very badly”.
Her smile is shark and vampire. Wolf to the sheep. “Of course you do, angel, that’s because you’re full of that yucky boy mess.” She amuses herself by pushing my head from side to side with her foot. “I want you to think about having my big strap on in your ass, while you jerk your little cock. Think about how good it would feel. It’s been so long since you touched yourself, I know.”. Her toes push into my mouth again. “I want you to pretend I’m fucking you, Princess. I want you to hump the air as though I were deep inside your ass”. I whimper, and close my eyes, sucking gently on her toes. My tongue flicks at her, cleaning in between her toes as I start to rock back and forward, imagining her pounding me. After the first couple of thrusts, the plug starts to press and rub on me again. The now-familiar feeling starts, and my cock begins to drool pre-cum. I can’t help myself and I start to whine and mewl, gyrating my hips when the toy hits my spot. I must look obscene, dressed in my silk babydoll, collar, and kitten ears; grinding back against my tail, a clear fluid dripping from my caged cock. I can tell from the shutter sounds that she is taking pictures of me, but I no longer care. I’m lost in the pleasure coming from my p-spot. Back and forward I grind, and the feeling becomes more and more intense. My breathing slows as I focus and her hand strokes my cheek and dips inside my babydoll to pinch hard at my nipples. This is enough to push me over the edge and the feeling in my ass suddenly peaks; stars explode inside my eyelids and I literally scream with pleasure.
“Oh my goodness.” She says, “I think you’re going to make yourself cum, baby girl. How *delicious*. Keep going”, She watches intently as my back straightens and arches. I sit back on my heels, thrusting my crotch up and down so that the toy slides over my burning button. Suddenly I feel my cock pulse inside its plastic cage and I drop forward, hunched over, to grind out my orgasm. When it hits me I cum so hard that my vision turns black and, shuddering all over, my ass fluttering, I collapse to the floor.
I hear her purring, “Gracious me, princess, you did *so* well. I’m so proud of you.” She uses her hands to lift from the toilet and slips her leggings off. “Now you can see to *my* needs, darling, but first – “her foot presses on the top of my head pushing me forward to face the floor, – “You had better clean up your mess. It’s a good thing kittens like cream.” and she giggles as I lean forward and start to lap at the bathroom floor.
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I’m Robin Goodfellow. I like words and I like filth. I’ve written a bunch of stories recently about submissive young ladies, and that’s always sexy, but why should the girls get all the fun? Sometimes boys need to be taken in hand and treated like little sluts, too.
If you’re a lady and this piqued your interest – especially if you’re not normally the dominant type – drop me a PM. I live for orange envelopes.
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