Work Text:
It had seemed like such a good idea. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? When you were with her, when her soft voice wrapped around you, when her thick girlcock was all too near, anything seemed like a good idea.
And so you’d consented happily, eagerly. You’d dutifully followed the link she sent you, added it to the basket, readily ignored the exorbitant price for what in the end was just a few grams of plastic and metal, and hit ‘buy’. As soon as you’d been beyond her spell the doubts had come rushing in, but it was too late by then – the order was dispatched and it was going straight to her address.
Your heart had been pounding so hard on the day it arrived, the speech carefully planned out in your mind. How you weren’t sure that it was actually what you wanted. How maybe it could be returned, or at least put to one side for a while. The words had died on your lips the moment you were with her. What you wanted didn’t matter, and it seemed crazy to you that you’d thought it did. She wanted this, and so you’d all too gladly submitted as the cage clicked shut around your soft girldick, as the lock was closed and the key taken into her keeping.
You hadn’t been fully present then, so you’d had no conception really of what the experience would actually be like as the hours of frustration turned to days. You’d hardly ever gone twenty-four hours without release since you’d first discovered how good playing with yourself felt, and suddenly being without that option was agonizing. Of course she teased you mercilessly throughout – stroking the cage itself when you were together, sending you taunting messages when you weren’t. She seemed to take particular pleasure in sending you photos of her own uncaged girlcock, standing proud, uninhibited, sometimes with her hand wrapped around it, showing how readily that pleasure was available to her.
Your own girldick would jerk impotently in your cage each time you looked at those pictures, your balls sore with the pressure, your precum dribbling pathetically through the plastic slit.
She hadn’t given any indication of when you’d be let out, and you hadn’t dared to ask, but as the days turned into weeks, as the pressure and the pain built inside you, as your balls swelled up with your backed-up girlcum, you knew you just had to. The last straw had been when she’d sent you a short video of her jerking off, the final frame a still shot of her ballsnot just starting to burst from her slit. The frustration had had you almost crying, and so the next time you’d been permitted to see her, you’d quickly tried to broach the subject.
“Mistress… I’ve had this on now for a few weeks…” You pointed at the cage, and at your leaking girldick trapped within.
“Yes, it’s a good start.” Her voice was hard, and even though the answer was absolutely the opposite of what you’d wanted to hear, you didn’t dare say it. Your frustration was far from forgotten, your desire for release impossible to ignore, but her dismissal shattered your will. She let the silence hang in the air to underscore your powerlessness, and despite your misery your girlcock still jerked against its plastic prison in arousal at her cruelty. She looked down at your cage in obvious amusement as your precum dribbled out of its slit.
“Good girl,” she said at last, taking your chin in her hand and drawing you close. She bit your lip, not hard enough to cut the skin, but certainly enough to elicit an enormous, satisfied sigh. Your mind felt cloudy now, the certainties of the last few days fading into indistinction. How could you not do what this woman wanted? She had such power over you, and you loved her so much. As her tongue flashed out to quickly touch where she had bit, all thoughts of your personal discomfort faded to nothingness, and as you slowly fell to your knees before her clearly rising arousal, the only thing that mattered to you was how you could serve her.
When you emerged from your spellbound state, surfacing from your trance part of the way back to your home, the enormous need for satisfaction quickly returned. Trying to bring your mind again to how you felt with her was hopeless; without her physical presence, without her ensorcelling influence, thinking of her – thinking of how you were with her – was only arousing, and with every painful jolt from your restricted girldick you were unavoidably frustrated. Your torment was only increased when you realized you could still taste her on your tongue – her heavenly, thick spunk that you’d so recently managed to tease from her – and you couldn’t stop letting out a groan.
You did everything you could to try to distract yourself, but what could compare to being with her? What could possibly move your mind from the memory of how her cock felt in your mouth, the sight of her looking down at you as she used your throat? Even sleep became elusive – when your mind wasn’t actively taunting you with arousing memories, the discomfort of your heavy, unsatisfied balls was its own impediment to rest. Trying to soothe them by rubbing them gently only made things worse, making you all the more aware of their unusual fullness and their desperation to release; soon enough you’d be grinding your cage into your bed from the sheer frustration, your girlcock oozing your precum into your sheets. Eventually you’d have to give up, sweat covering you from the exertion, your mind a mess of arousal and exhaustion, and you’d fade into a sleep that brought you no true satisfaction.
At last, when you began to think you might actually be losing your grip on reality, you received a message on your phone summoning you to her. Surely this would be it; surely your release was imminent. You raced to her home, completely insensible to the stares of those who could see your leaking desperation through your clothes. For the first time in weeks you felt that your suffering might be near to its end, that you might at last be allowed relief.
You didn’t broach the topic immediately – you didn’t want to anger her – and you knelt obediently before her, your breath tight in your chest.
She was such a beautiful, powerful woman. She was wearing a leather skirt today, tight enough that it clung to the bulge of her unimprisoned girlcock. You gazed at it in awe, and envy. She giggled.
“You seem even more entranced by my dick than usual.” You glanced up at her, and saw her knowing, teasing smile. She moved a hand to press on her bulge, letting a moan escape. “It feels so good. So… free.”
Was this an opportunity, or a trap? You didn’t have time to try to puzzle it out – her display had forced another painful jolt of arousal, and the words all but burst from you.
“Mistress. I, uh… I was wondering if today I might…”
“Oh, spit it out, girl. You know I can’t stand it when you stammer.”
You swallowed impulsively, the force of your desperation driving you on when your brain was urgently trying to signal your danger.
“Might you release me today, mistress?”
She did not respond at first, and when you glanced at her, you saw her eyes flash with anger. You swiftly averted your gaze back to the floor.
“Are you suggesting you know better than me?”
“No, I–”
“That if it was time for that worm to be let out, I would not have informed you?” You blushed fiercely.
“It’s not that at all, mistress! I know you know best, but…” You didn’t know how to finish the sentence, all you could summon up was a plaintive plea.
“Please, mistress!”
She sighed heavily.
“You really want to be let out?”
“Oh please, mistress. It doesn’t have to be for long – even a few minutes would be so wonderful.”
She paused for a moment, as if considering your request. Was she really about to give you what you wanted?
“Stand up, girl.”
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you quickly followed her instruction, not daring to hesitate for even a moment. You kept your eyes turned towards the floor, fearful of what you’d see if you looked at her face. You saw her hand reach out and gently grab your cage.
“Do you like this?” Her voice was soft but the warning touch of her nails against your girlspunk-suffused balls made it entirely clear that there was only one correct answer here.
“I… I do, mistress. Um. Most of the time. It’s just–”
“Do you think I like it?” She allowed a sharp edge to her voice, and you shivered.
“Yes, mistress.” That at least was easy – from your vantage her stiffening girldick was increasingly plain through her skirt.
“So let me ask again – do you like this?”
You glanced up for a moment to try to assess her gaze, to see if there was any leeway at all. Her eyes were focused and hard, and you could see them narrow even in the split second before you once again averted your gaze.
“I like it, mistress.” You couldn’t keep the sound of defeat out of your voice.
“Well, that’s wonderful! Strange then that you’d ask to be released.” Another cruel giggle. “I know just the thing to straighten out that confused little brain of yours.”
“Mistress?”
“Why, you silly girl, first you question my instructions, then you say you’re happy with how things are. That certainly suggests to me that some… correction is required.” She opened a drawer, and the breath caught in your throat as she withdrew the key – the thing that could finally release you from this hell.
You could feel each and every heartbeat racing through your body as she walked over to her desk and took up an envelope.
“I have a few domme friends who I know would be delighted to hold onto the key of a troublesome sub for a while.” She looked at you, watching your reaction. Your mouth went dry – the envelope filled your vision, your attention drawn to it as if it were your doom made manifest.
“Out of sight, out of mind as they say,” she said with a dark smile, “and if this were out of my reach, why, you’d have no reason to ask a question that clearly is so against your own wishes.”
“Mistress…” you managed to croak out.
“Or maybe,” she began, and you felt hope surging through you, though it was still colored with fear. “Maybe you can do something for me to… show me your obedience.”
“Anything, mistress!” you squeaked desperately.
“Anything?” she said, her voice low and seductive. She placed the envelope back on her desk, the key on top of it, and walked back to you.
“Y-Yes, mistress.” The aura of her dominance was terrifying, and she was so close. Her hand once again returned to your cage, tugging it just enough to make you wince. “P-please mistress – let me serve you.”
She stood stock still for a few seconds, though they felt much longer. “Good girl,” she said, moving her hand to cup your swollen balls. They were so tender that even though she wasn’t squeezing, a shock of pain still shot through you, and when she allowed one of her nails to graze the skin, you felt as if you could almost have passed out.
She withdrew her hand, but the echoes of the agony still crowded your mind.
“I believe I know an appropriate use for you.” Your heart fluttered with fear and anticipation. You were no stranger to letting her use your body, but you felt sure that today would be unusually intense; unusually degrading.
She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her underwear soon followed, reminding you again that she at least was getting some pleasure from your current state. Her beautiful, thick girlcock was fully hard now, and leaking a stream of precum that looked impossibly appetizing. You’d served this dick so many times, and you winced as your own tried once again to stiffen in its cage. You knew far better than to do anything to your mistress without her request, so as much as you wanted to drop to your knees and worship her, you remained exactly where you were; as much as you wanted to reach out and touch a hard girldick for the first time in so long, you forced your hands to stay at your sides.
As your own precum started to drool out of your cage, she placed her oozing cock next to it. Even when your dick had been free, she had often compared the relative sizes. Yours wasn’t actually that small – perhaps slightly below average – but hers was far thicker and far longer, and she always enjoyed the comparison of them side by side. Forcibly soft, caged within the pink plastic of your cage, that comparison was now almost obscene. The engorged, leaking head of her girlcock alone dwarfed your whole penis, and as she gently tapped hers against your cage, her precum was soon bathing your dick and dribbling down your swollen, painful balls.
You whimpered, unable to hold it in. The situation was so erotic, you wanted so much to be able to share in the pleasure of the moment, but as your cock strained again against its restrictions, you were aware that there was only one person here whose satisfaction mattered.
A gesture was all it took, and you willingly dropped to your knees before her, your mouth wide open. You’d given her more blowjobs than you could count – you enjoyed giving them and there was invariably a tenderness to them that could be so unlike the rest of your relationship. Sometimes you would even be trusted to set the pace, judging when and where you should lick by carefully observing her reactions – the way her girldick pulsed, the way her precum dripped and flowed. As she grabbed your head, you were unsurprised that today would not be one of those days – but even so–
She slammed her dick into you, deeper than she had ever gone before, with no warning and absolutely no consideration for your comfort. Your nose was at the base of her cock, your senses overloaded by her musk and the huge, throbbing invasion in your throat. She withdrew for a moment and you gasped deeply, desperately trying to reclaim the air you’d been denied for those few overwhelming seconds.
“You little bitch,” she said, punctuating the word by slamming her girlpenis back into your mouth. You gagged hopelessly, your body entirely unable to remove the throbbing cock bringing it so much pain.
“How dare you question me?” Again, a moment’s respite all too suddenly and painfully cut short. Your head was spinning, your throat raw, your stomach convulsing.
Your intimate knowledge of your mistress’s dick was no use to you now. With it buried in your throat, you had no way of knowing if she was on the verge of an orgasm or just getting started.
You could feel your eyes beginning to flutter from the lack of oxygen, and mercifully she once again withdrew – the tears ran freely down your face.
“Pathetic. Worthless.” Back in she plunged, but this time she began to push your head forwards and backwards on her dick, the force of her hands utterly irresistible.
Your throat was nothing more than a cocksleeve for her – your body only useful in its ability to provide a soft, wet hole for her to cum in. Each thrust was a fresh violation, another unavoidable display of her contempt. Spit ran in strings from your mouth to her girldick, falling to the floor with a splat when she jerked your head especially hard. Your brain was desperately telling you to put your arms to use – to grab her, to do anything you could to fight off this invader – but they remained limp beside you. Some dark part of you agreed with her, felt that you deserved nothing more than this abuse.
You were sure you couldn’t take much more of this. Your lungs were aching, the short bursts of breath you managed to steal between her thrusts simply not enough to maintain your consciousness. Your vision started to dim as your body tried to conserve what oxygen it still had for the most vital tasks – and still she continued, heedless of your suffering.
Just as you felt yourself on the edge of fading, she forced her girlcock fully into your throat, and at last you felt the thick streams of her cum pulsing through her dick to splash into your stomach. She groaned loudly, and for a moment that stretched out impossibly long you thought that really might be the last thing you ever heard.
At what must have been the last second, she finally withdrew her cock from your mouth, the last of her ballsnot forming a thick strand that she wiped off on your lips. She let go of your head and you collapsed to the floor, no control left in your body, your nervous system taking charge and with deep gasps filling your lungs once again with fresh air. As your vision gradually began to return to normal, you looked down and saw something that took you completely by surprise. A thick pool of your own girlspunk lay on the floor, yellowed from how long it had sat backed up by your lack of relief. Somehow, without trying, without touching your dick, without it even getting hard, you had cum.
Through the lightheadedness that persisted from the abuse you had suffered, a half-thought crossed your mind: maybe you really did like this.