The whole Sissy thing - Chapter 3 (The end)
I retraced my steps frantically, thinking I might have dropped the keys to or from my car yet knowing full well I very carefully placed it into the change pocked of my wallet. I looked around in my room and the rest of the house, wondering and now beginning to question whether I actually put the keys in my wallet; panic started to set in... How on earth was I going to get a metal cage off without a key? I had a drill, but I could not get to the lock safely. Buy a bolt cutter? No, the cage was small and fit very snugly. Go to my GP? No way. I went back to the drill option - someone with a steady hand will have to help me. I thought of a guy I met recently who wanted to try the cage and decided to message him. As I logged in to the hookup site, a new thought: What if it fell out of my wallet as I undressed or dressed at Bill’s? Surely not, my wallet did not come out of my pocket. The guy that wanted to try the cage - it would have to be him I decided as I logged into the hookup site to message him. The site opened to a message from Bill.
“Hi Bitch. I decided you passed the audition while you were still here. I got the keys to your cage in your wallet and kept it. Your slot is Saturday at 10:30. Don’t be late. I will be in touch later to review you and to relay instructions for Saturday.”
My reply: W.T.A.F. You what now? You took the keys?!? You fucking BASTARD, I’m getting in my car right now and will be at the flat in 45 mins. You had better be there to give the keys back.
He was online. I waited for his reply as I could see he was typing. My breathing was ragged and anger coursed through me. “No Bitch. You turn up now and that video of yours - the one showing your ugly mug eating your own cum - is all over the internet and shared with your Board at work. Yes, I worked out where you work based on all those questions I asked to evidence my supposed interest in you. See you Saturday - don’t be late. Now fuck off, Cunt.”
I was shaking and tears actually welled up in my eyes. He had me. Stupid! Stupid! How could I be so stupid. There was nothing for it, I would have to wait almost four full days. As anger and annoyance started to subside, revenge thoughts rushed to me… If only I knew a bunch of guys I could take with me on Saturday. I’m going to get the keys and then trash the fucking place. Wait… I could still have it drilled out. Hope surged through me. I grabbed my phone and hurriedly sent a message to the other guy, only for my eyes to catch his status update: Unwell and not meeting at the moment; will only check msgs again next week. !!!FUCK!!! Someone else then, who else can I try (or no, who do I trust with a drill that close to my cock). Suffice it to say the cage stayed on; no one wanted to help or get involved in any way for fear of the drill slipping. They were right, I just wasn’t thinking straight. With humiliation burning me up, I resigned myself to wait until Saturday. I told myself I will get him to release me (for cleaning or some other reason I will make up) and then I’ll simply leg it.
Time dragged to say the least. I was hornier than ever and the cage hurt like hell. I haven’t bought it for long term wear, it was but to add spice to BDSM meets. Twice I’ve contacted Bill and tried to reason with him and twice he replied: Fuck off, Cunt! Finally a message from him on the Friday. “You moan, but I know you really liked a reprieve from that little nub of yours. Don’t be late tomorrow. Buy suspenders and a bra to go with your panties. Oh, and shave your cunt and legs and trim those pubes of yours through and around the cage! I hated complying, but at weird intervals while doing so, found myself strangely getting turned on.
He opened the door with an almighty smirk. “Hello, Bitch.” he invited me jovially in. “Clothes off here like last time. Same rules. Come through when you are ready. As I walked into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes fell on two other guys sitting on the one couch. “Hit the music, Clive”, Bill said. “This Bitch is going to model her new look for us, Gents, and then strip so that we can see whether she is smooth. I felt my face redden. “Sexbomb” started to play. They were laughing and pointing and talking to each other over the music. When they started the song yet again, they got up and joined me. I was now naked and felt their hands moving up, down & all over me, gr0ping me roughly. I hated it, but felt myself getting turned on if only ever so slightly. I swayed with the music and knowing what a sight I must be, tried to switch off and focused on the words of the song (I guess for the first time really):
Spy on me, baby, use satellite // Infrared to see me move through the night // Aim, gonna fire, shoot me right // I’m gonna like the way you fight (and I love the way you fight)
Now you found the secret code I use // To wash away my lonely blues (well) // So I can’t deny or lie ‘cause you’re there // Only want to make me fly // You know what you are, you are…
They were becoming even more lecherous and gropes turned into slaps; they threw insults at me and **** with the song in parts; what else they said were lost on me - in spite of that, I found myself turned on even more. Did I like this? I refocused my attention on the words knowing full well I wasn’t ready to answer that question…
Now don’t get me wrong, ain’t gonna do you no harm (no) // This bomb’s for loving and you can shoot it far // I’m your main target, come and help me ignite (aw!) // Love struck, me holding you tight (hold me tight, darling)
Make me explode, although you know // The route to go to sex me slow (slow baby) // And yes, I must react to claims of those // Who say that you are not all that?
When the song started yet again, Bill turned it off and forced me on to my knees; in unison, three cocks emerged and I was roughly face-fucked and passed from one cock to another, often with a hand on the back of my head to ram my mouth on and into a cock. Bill let up first and before he walked off, told me to look after his buddies and to drink down every bit of their cum. I saw him returning, holding a huge dildo. As I serviced the two cocks in front of me, he yanked the plug out of my cunt and got the dildo shoved up and into me. He started a vigorous and viscous rhythm on me that almost brought more tears to my eyes. Finally, the one guys grabbed my head, got his cock all the way into my throat and pumped his seed down it. That spurred the other one on. He wanked his cock in my mouth and all too soon, he shoved his cock in me to shoot his cum down my throat. They laughed, exchanged pleasantries and then thanked Bill for the “entertainment”. Bill told them that hey were welcome back anytime only for me to hear one guy quip: “I don’t know man, that sure is one fat and ugly fucking Bitch” before they all laughed. Bill saw them out and returned to me.
Ever so tenderly he helped me to my feet. He looked me squarely in the eyes and whispered: “That was fucking extraordinary, baby. You look so damn hot… here, do you feel that. That is you making me rock hard. I’m so proud of you, you did so well - you were a star for me and I will be the envy of those two forever more. You’re such a good girl… Come with Daddy. Let’s go and have a shower. Daddy is going to clean his girl up, wash her clitty and then fuck her some more while the hot water streams all over us.” He lead me gently to the shower and gave me a sensuous kiss while we waited for the water to turn hot. I responded to his touch, my cock straining against the cage. The cage! Fuck… I forgot about that. I must get him to take it off. “Thank you, Daddy,” I began hesitantly, “that was so strange, but knowing it made you happy, well, it kind of made me happy as well. I like being your girl. Smooth and soft and soon soapy and clean. Shall we take the cage off? It’s got a metal lock and the last thing we want is it rusting. And it would allow me a proper clean for you, Daddy.”
He pushed me back at arms lengths. “Mmmmhh, rusted on permanently. Now that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, now would it, Baby Doll?” he asked (or said, more like). I was too shocked to say anything and just looked at him. He smirked and pulled me into the shower.
As I soaped him all over, I decided to give the whole cage thing a bit of a rest. Just maybe, he might relent if I showed him that it wasn’t such a big deal. I did kind of enjoyed the attention both from him after the ‘show’ and in hindsight, also from the other two guys. The shower was damn uncomfortable. It was just too small and as I took his cock in my mouth to give him a blowjob, the steady stream of water on and over my face felt like a form of waterboarding. Thankfully it didn’t last long. “There… that will do. You got Daddy all clean and horned up again. Now, towel me dry and then get dressed. I toyed with the idea of asking about the keys again, but decided against it. What’s another week after all and perhaps if I play along, he will be more relaxed about unlocking me next week. The cage didn’t bother me too much and yes, while I wanted to cum, perhaps I could try for one of those anal orgasms I’ve heard of. Fully dressed, I made for the door. “Where do you think you’re going, Slut? “Oh sorry Daddy, I thought you were done with me for the day” I replied meekly. “No, I’m not in fact. Make me a coffee, you’ll find your way around the kitchen I’m sure, and while in there, do the dishes as well. My step-dawther sure as shit can’t keep this place neat.”
I made a brew and took it through to him before returning to do the dishes. While my first thought was that this was bloody madness, all I could think of was getting him to trust me;- to do as he told and to give him the impression that I was fully signed up to this ride. Until I could get the cage off that is. I jumped when the doorbell rang and then froze. Bill strode past the kitchen, fully naked, and seemingly without a care in the world. “Oh hello, Jess. Come in - damn, don’t you look lovely.” I heard a man’s voice greeting Bill and thanking him for the compliment. Within a few seconds they passed by the kitchen. Bill stopped in his track and pointed in my direction. “That’s the new bitch I was telling you about; fucking ugly isn’t she.” He laughed and then continued: “That one might only be good for washing the dishes. I got a nod from the other guy before Bill lead him through to the living room. “Be quick in there now, Bitch and come and join us in here when you’re done.” My mind was racing… What more could be in store for me I wondered as weariness settled heavily in me.
They were in the middle of a steamy kiss when I walked into the living room. I just stood and stared. Damn, that guy was gorgeous and such a convincing dresser. Not my thing, but even I thought he looked lovely. Bill broke off their kiss and spared me a sideways glance. “Don’t just stand there you fucking retard. Take a seat. And when we go to the bedroom, join us and sit on the foot of the bed. It’s your lucky day, you get to see what a real Bitch looks like and how to please a Daddy, something you’ll never really be able to do.” Stunned, I sat down, my eyes involuntary drawn to them. His words stung a bit, but it also stirred my competitive nature. “We’ll see, I promised myself, just you wait and see.” It was torturous watching them. I was now so damn horny and the resistance of the cage made it worse. The odd comment from Bill, or him instructing Jess to say or tell me something, just made it worse. I really hated it, but loved being so aroused. And was there a part of me that “enjoyed” my inability to do anything about me being horny? Urgh, another question I wasn’t ready to answer.
The end. Comments welcomed as always. Thanks for reading!
“Hi Bitch. I decided you passed the audition while you were still here. I got the keys to your cage in your wallet and kept it. Your slot is Saturday at 10:30. Don’t be late. I will be in touch later to review you and to relay instructions for Saturday.”
My reply: W.T.A.F. You what now? You took the keys?!? You fucking BASTARD, I’m getting in my car right now and will be at the flat in 45 mins. You had better be there to give the keys back.
He was online. I waited for his reply as I could see he was typing. My breathing was ragged and anger coursed through me. “No Bitch. You turn up now and that video of yours - the one showing your ugly mug eating your own cum - is all over the internet and shared with your Board at work. Yes, I worked out where you work based on all those questions I asked to evidence my supposed interest in you. See you Saturday - don’t be late. Now fuck off, Cunt.”
I was shaking and tears actually welled up in my eyes. He had me. Stupid! Stupid! How could I be so stupid. There was nothing for it, I would have to wait almost four full days. As anger and annoyance started to subside, revenge thoughts rushed to me… If only I knew a bunch of guys I could take with me on Saturday. I’m going to get the keys and then trash the fucking place. Wait… I could still have it drilled out. Hope surged through me. I grabbed my phone and hurriedly sent a message to the other guy, only for my eyes to catch his status update: Unwell and not meeting at the moment; will only check msgs again next week. !!!FUCK!!! Someone else then, who else can I try (or no, who do I trust with a drill that close to my cock). Suffice it to say the cage stayed on; no one wanted to help or get involved in any way for fear of the drill slipping. They were right, I just wasn’t thinking straight. With humiliation burning me up, I resigned myself to wait until Saturday. I told myself I will get him to release me (for cleaning or some other reason I will make up) and then I’ll simply leg it.
Time dragged to say the least. I was hornier than ever and the cage hurt like hell. I haven’t bought it for long term wear, it was but to add spice to BDSM meets. Twice I’ve contacted Bill and tried to reason with him and twice he replied: Fuck off, Cunt! Finally a message from him on the Friday. “You moan, but I know you really liked a reprieve from that little nub of yours. Don’t be late tomorrow. Buy suspenders and a bra to go with your panties. Oh, and shave your cunt and legs and trim those pubes of yours through and around the cage! I hated complying, but at weird intervals while doing so, found myself strangely getting turned on.
He opened the door with an almighty smirk. “Hello, Bitch.” he invited me jovially in. “Clothes off here like last time. Same rules. Come through when you are ready. As I walked into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes fell on two other guys sitting on the one couch. “Hit the music, Clive”, Bill said. “This Bitch is going to model her new look for us, Gents, and then strip so that we can see whether she is smooth. I felt my face redden. “Sexbomb” started to play. They were laughing and pointing and talking to each other over the music. When they started the song yet again, they got up and joined me. I was now naked and felt their hands moving up, down & all over me, gr0ping me roughly. I hated it, but felt myself getting turned on if only ever so slightly. I swayed with the music and knowing what a sight I must be, tried to switch off and focused on the words of the song (I guess for the first time really):
Spy on me, baby, use satellite // Infrared to see me move through the night // Aim, gonna fire, shoot me right // I’m gonna like the way you fight (and I love the way you fight)
Now you found the secret code I use // To wash away my lonely blues (well) // So I can’t deny or lie ‘cause you’re there // Only want to make me fly // You know what you are, you are…
They were becoming even more lecherous and gropes turned into slaps; they threw insults at me and **** with the song in parts; what else they said were lost on me - in spite of that, I found myself turned on even more. Did I like this? I refocused my attention on the words knowing full well I wasn’t ready to answer that question…
Now don’t get me wrong, ain’t gonna do you no harm (no) // This bomb’s for loving and you can shoot it far // I’m your main target, come and help me ignite (aw!) // Love struck, me holding you tight (hold me tight, darling)
Make me explode, although you know // The route to go to sex me slow (slow baby) // And yes, I must react to claims of those // Who say that you are not all that?
When the song started yet again, Bill turned it off and forced me on to my knees; in unison, three cocks emerged and I was roughly face-fucked and passed from one cock to another, often with a hand on the back of my head to ram my mouth on and into a cock. Bill let up first and before he walked off, told me to look after his buddies and to drink down every bit of their cum. I saw him returning, holding a huge dildo. As I serviced the two cocks in front of me, he yanked the plug out of my cunt and got the dildo shoved up and into me. He started a vigorous and viscous rhythm on me that almost brought more tears to my eyes. Finally, the one guys grabbed my head, got his cock all the way into my throat and pumped his seed down it. That spurred the other one on. He wanked his cock in my mouth and all too soon, he shoved his cock in me to shoot his cum down my throat. They laughed, exchanged pleasantries and then thanked Bill for the “entertainment”. Bill told them that hey were welcome back anytime only for me to hear one guy quip: “I don’t know man, that sure is one fat and ugly fucking Bitch” before they all laughed. Bill saw them out and returned to me.
Ever so tenderly he helped me to my feet. He looked me squarely in the eyes and whispered: “That was fucking extraordinary, baby. You look so damn hot… here, do you feel that. That is you making me rock hard. I’m so proud of you, you did so well - you were a star for me and I will be the envy of those two forever more. You’re such a good girl… Come with Daddy. Let’s go and have a shower. Daddy is going to clean his girl up, wash her clitty and then fuck her some more while the hot water streams all over us.” He lead me gently to the shower and gave me a sensuous kiss while we waited for the water to turn hot. I responded to his touch, my cock straining against the cage. The cage! Fuck… I forgot about that. I must get him to take it off. “Thank you, Daddy,” I began hesitantly, “that was so strange, but knowing it made you happy, well, it kind of made me happy as well. I like being your girl. Smooth and soft and soon soapy and clean. Shall we take the cage off? It’s got a metal lock and the last thing we want is it rusting. And it would allow me a proper clean for you, Daddy.”
He pushed me back at arms lengths. “Mmmmhh, rusted on permanently. Now that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, now would it, Baby Doll?” he asked (or said, more like). I was too shocked to say anything and just looked at him. He smirked and pulled me into the shower.
As I soaped him all over, I decided to give the whole cage thing a bit of a rest. Just maybe, he might relent if I showed him that it wasn’t such a big deal. I did kind of enjoyed the attention both from him after the ‘show’ and in hindsight, also from the other two guys. The shower was damn uncomfortable. It was just too small and as I took his cock in my mouth to give him a blowjob, the steady stream of water on and over my face felt like a form of waterboarding. Thankfully it didn’t last long. “There… that will do. You got Daddy all clean and horned up again. Now, towel me dry and then get dressed. I toyed with the idea of asking about the keys again, but decided against it. What’s another week after all and perhaps if I play along, he will be more relaxed about unlocking me next week. The cage didn’t bother me too much and yes, while I wanted to cum, perhaps I could try for one of those anal orgasms I’ve heard of. Fully dressed, I made for the door. “Where do you think you’re going, Slut? “Oh sorry Daddy, I thought you were done with me for the day” I replied meekly. “No, I’m not in fact. Make me a coffee, you’ll find your way around the kitchen I’m sure, and while in there, do the dishes as well. My step-dawther sure as shit can’t keep this place neat.”
I made a brew and took it through to him before returning to do the dishes. While my first thought was that this was bloody madness, all I could think of was getting him to trust me;- to do as he told and to give him the impression that I was fully signed up to this ride. Until I could get the cage off that is. I jumped when the doorbell rang and then froze. Bill strode past the kitchen, fully naked, and seemingly without a care in the world. “Oh hello, Jess. Come in - damn, don’t you look lovely.” I heard a man’s voice greeting Bill and thanking him for the compliment. Within a few seconds they passed by the kitchen. Bill stopped in his track and pointed in my direction. “That’s the new bitch I was telling you about; fucking ugly isn’t she.” He laughed and then continued: “That one might only be good for washing the dishes. I got a nod from the other guy before Bill lead him through to the living room. “Be quick in there now, Bitch and come and join us in here when you’re done.” My mind was racing… What more could be in store for me I wondered as weariness settled heavily in me.
They were in the middle of a steamy kiss when I walked into the living room. I just stood and stared. Damn, that guy was gorgeous and such a convincing dresser. Not my thing, but even I thought he looked lovely. Bill broke off their kiss and spared me a sideways glance. “Don’t just stand there you fucking retard. Take a seat. And when we go to the bedroom, join us and sit on the foot of the bed. It’s your lucky day, you get to see what a real Bitch looks like and how to please a Daddy, something you’ll never really be able to do.” Stunned, I sat down, my eyes involuntary drawn to them. His words stung a bit, but it also stirred my competitive nature. “We’ll see, I promised myself, just you wait and see.” It was torturous watching them. I was now so damn horny and the resistance of the cage made it worse. The odd comment from Bill, or him instructing Jess to say or tell me something, just made it worse. I really hated it, but loved being so aroused. And was there a part of me that “enjoyed” my inability to do anything about me being horny? Urgh, another question I wasn’t ready to answer.
The end. Comments welcomed as always. Thanks for reading!
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