This is a work of fiction.
I couldn't move.
After struggling against the tight ropes that held my arms behind me for several minutes I relented and looked around the strange place. Nothing seemed familiar. It was dark, and I could only make out the vague outlines of the surrounding furniture. Something seemed lodged in my mouth, preventing me from calling out, but with all the energy I could muster, I tried nonetheless. "Mmmmph!!"
Shit, I thought, where am I? What happened? I tried thinking back to last night. I went to dinner at Beth's, I remember that much. I was excited, since it was our anniversary. I remember when we first met, we had drunkenly had sex, but after that, nothing. Beth told me she usually waited a year to make sure she really cared for whomever it was she was going to be intimate with. I respected that, but a year later, well, I was very excited to finally get a little.
It was worth it though, since I had really grown to love Beth. Where was she? Was she ok? I can't remember anything after I finished my beer. I tried adjusting myself, but I couldn't quite get comfortable. I felt a couple of bars, one of which my hands were secured to. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see I was surrounded by them. I was in a cage! I panicked again, and began looking around to see if I could find any sign of Beth. I was with her, and now all I could do was hope she was safe.
Finally, a light slowly emerged from the darkness as I saw the outline of a door form. Someone was coming. "Mmmph!" I screamed, hoping it was someone here to help me.
A slight giggle came back in response to my scream as a figure entered, closing the door behind them. I waited breathlessly, and listened as the figure moved through the room, before turning on a dim light. It wasn't much, but it was enough to figure out that it was a woman. "Oh, my dear sweet Jamie, you've been out for so long. I never thought those drugs would keep you out for a full three days." What was happening? I knew that voice. "Well, after a year, you've passed. You're going to be mine. I told you I wanted a year to make sure I really cared, but I also needed a year to make sure you were right. Anyone can fuck. But for you? Oh, you won't do much of that anymore."
I muffled a response into my gag, but all I got was another little laugh. "I found myself loving you Jamie, but more importantly, I found you to be a perfect candidate for me. I hate men. I mean, I love fucking, but I wouldn't spend my life with one. You were different though. You didn't even seem interested in fucking this year. You seemed genuinely intent on building something and falling in love." I wanted to yell, to point out that she made the rule. I wanted to fuck her plenty. I thought I was being respectful.
She got up and turned on a brighter light. I was in a cage. I looked down and saw my cock encased in a stainless steel cage, and looked back up at Beth confused. She simply smiled, "I'm going to remove your gag. No use screaming, you know I live miles from anyone who could help you." She unlocked the door to the cage and reached in, removing the gag.
"Why are you doing this, I thought we were developing something," I found myself proclaiming as I fought off tears.
"Because I love you, and this is the only way I can spend a life with you." She saw the confusion in my eyes and continued, "You're going to be my wife. I'm going to own you, and you're going to give yourself to me willingly. Well, in time anyway."
"This is a joke, right? We got drunk and I passed out, and now you're punishing me?"
"Oh, heavens no. I am dead serious."
"You can't expect me to do this."
"Not at first," she said plainly as she stood up and unlocked my cuffs. It was my chance, so I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't work. They felt like jelly. And, wait, was I wearing heals? "You've been unconscious for three days, remember? Wait until you've really come to sweetie. And running in heals is hard," she winked at me as she walked back and squatted near me.
"Take these off. I'm going home."
"This is your home now. I've made sure to cancel your lease. You're now going to be dependent on me. I make more than you anyway." It was true. She was only 31, but she owned three local bars, and had a lot of money tied up in real estate. "You're not cut out for a normal life anyway. I mean," she paused as she gently touched my caged cock, "small dicked men rarely achieve any real measurable success."
"Fuck you! It's average sized," I paused, "You enjoyed it plenty a year ago!" I proudly exclaimed, remembering our only time being intimate.
A hard slap brought me back down, and I swear I saw stars. "You will not speak unless I permit it, sweetie, and you're going to learn that quick. As for your claims of enjoyment? You are cute. Pathetic, but cute. The eight and a half incher I enjoyed last week was much more satisfying." I went pale. She fucked another man? Last week? She was cheating on me, and now had me in heals and a cock cage. This was all wrong, and I began sobbing.
"Oh, my little Jamie. Are you hurt? I mean, you had to know I couldn't go a year without getting a nice cock in me. That's far too long."
"I...I loved you though!"
"Loved?"
"I love you, but I can't do this. You fucked another guy!"
"Far more than just one," she pointed out simply, as she got up and walked over to a large table, "but that's beside the point. You remained chaste for me. So you win the prize. A life with me," she smiled with what appeared to be genuine happiness as she returned with a pink collar. She reached around my neck and affixed it to me, before I hear a click. She locked it on me. I was locked into a chastity cage and a collar. What could she do next?
"Here's the deal," she pulled me to my knees, my face to her pussy. Oh my god, she smelt fantastic. It had been so long, and all of a sudden my predicament didn't seem so horrid, "You're going to give yourself to me in one year. We are going to get married. If you decide you don't want to be with me on our wedding day, I'll let you walk away from this with $500,000, and no hard feelings. Until then, you are my slave. No freedom. No job, house, car. Nothing. You are a bride in training. And for all of this pain I cause you, should you decide you don't love me anymore, you'll have at least come out a bit wealthier. Ok?" I was barely paying attention. I wish I would have, but her scent was intoxicating. A year without anything was catching up, and all I heard next was, "deal?" I missed out on the part where she said I could leave now with nothing, but regain my manhood. I would have preferred that to what occurred next.
I nodded into her pussy, "Whatever you want Beth," I heard the part about the money, something about a wedding, and the rest seemed inconsequential. I needed her. A year of anticipation finally caught up to me.
She guided my hand to a pen, "Then sign." You know I did. I shouldn't have, but a woman can get anything if a man is horny enough. I'd learn more about the contract later, but for now it didn't matter. "Good girl," she smiled and patted my head before sliding her panties aside, "This is your reward." I dove in without hesitation, licking and slurping like a crazed animal. I wanted to fuck her. To make her cum. To cum myself.
She reached over me while I ate, and reattached the cuffs around my wrist that had been the source of my entrapment within the cage. I felt her grind a bit then lower me to my back. She loomed over me as she made audible moans. Then she pinched and twisted my nipple. It fucking hurt. I cried out. "What a shame. You had the chance to make me cum and failed." What? Wait, why was she pulling away. I could feel her all over my face. I had to finish.
She walked over to her table again and came back with a vibrating egg and she sat on my chest and began to masturbate. The cruelty! I felt the weight of her curvy, in shape body as she tensed and writhed. She was making me watch her cum, and I couldn't do a thing about it. My cock strained against the cage. It hurt. I just wanted to touch her, but I couldn't.
She came three times. Then it happened. I felt her reach back and pry my legs open. They felt really sensitive. Smooth even. "Did you shave my legs?!"
"Observant aren't we? You're hairless sweetie," she pulled the egg from her pussy and pressed it against my anus.
"The fuck?!" I squirmed, trying to fight against her, but she used her other hand and twisted my balls, shooting pain up my stomach and ending my struggle. "No, don't do that," I whimpered.
"You are mine. This is something you must learn. I do what I want with your body," she pushed it hard, until it breached my hole and my ass swallowed the egg, leaving only the wire with the remote outside of me. It hurt so bad. "When you behave, I'll use lube. Since it's your first time though, I felt my pussy would be a much more intimate lubricant. Even if it isn't ideal for comfort." She smiled. I couldn't tell if she was tormenting me or being genuinely sweet. Can someone be sweet and force a vibrator into someone else's ass?
I felt the vibrations right away once I heard the click. "We'll just leave that there until you're ready." She stood up and attached a leash to my collar. Pulling me toward a bed, I could see a dresser, closet, mirror. It was a whole bedroom. With a cage. And a table full of torturous toys for Beth's pleasure. She guided me to the dresser and pulled out a white lace thong and matching bra. "You're going to lose your virginity tonight, my sweet Jamie. So white is appropriate."
"I'm not a," I started, but she reached and turned up the vibrator, forcing a moan to escape my mouth.
"When spoken to, sweetie" she said in a firm voice. She momentarily unlocked my wrists to slide the straps of the bra on, before fastening the bra behind me. The thong was next, and it was an odd sensation. I usually wore boxers, but the thong felt so controlling, confining. It felt free yet it felt like it was imprisoning me. Soon Beth would add a nightie, some light makeup, and some silicone breast forms. It flew by like a dream. I mean nightmare. I looked like an innocent feminine woman. I was a tall guy. Masculine, standing at 6'3", but that was all gone now. The hair removal, and now the makeup. I looked like a talk woman. Almost. Then she began applying the hair extensions. The perfect shade of blonde to match my natural hair.
She pulled the egg from my ass, and I couldn't tell if it was relief or emptiness I was feeling. She pointed to the bed, "Lay down, and I will be back in a few minutes."
I shook my head, "This has gone too far."
"Don't you want to finally have sex though?"
Finally. It was all just a game. An elaborate foreplay. "I thought..." I laughed and nodded before getting in bed. I smiled and she looped the leash around the bed frame with a wink.
I waited. And waited. It ended up being more like 15 minutes but she returned with a tight black corset laced up to accentuate her curves, her long curly hair bounding gracefully over her exposed breasts. Then I looked down, and between the sexy corset, and what I'd never truly appreciate, a pair of thigh high black boots was a large black cock. I opened my mouth to scream but she was quick to take advantage and I was soon gagging on her enormous cock. "Get it nice and wet, my cute little pet. The wetter it is, the less it'll hurt." I couldn't even breathe with the behemoth in my mouth, as I gagged, checked, spit, nearly puked, and teared up. I felt my makeup running, and knew I looked like one of those sluts in a porn video, checking on some big dick. That was me.
She thrust, hard. I never even realized she was lubricating my ass as she did so, but soon she pulled back and slapped my face with the cock. "Oh, a year waiting. It really is hard, isn't it?" This turned out to be completely rhetorical, as she soon shoved a cock gag into my mouth. "We need to teach you to always need a cock in your holes, Sweetie." I yelled, squirmed, but she shut me up with a hard slap.
Crawling between my legs, she looked me in the eyes as I felt the tip of her cock against my hole. I began sobbing again and shaking my head, but I looked into her eyes. I stopped shaking my head, and the sobs eased at that moment. She had love in her eyes, and she leaned and kissed me. I felt a moment of joy. Then a sadistic smile crawled across her lips. And it happened. When I first had sex I eased into the girl. She was a virgin as well, and I wanted to be gentle. Sweet. But this wasn't how I'd lose my virginity this time. The 8" cock went half in with the first thrust and I lost my breath again. I gasped for air as pain took hold of my body. The second thrust went straight to the hilt of the strap-on. I felt like I was being ripped in half.
"The first time always hurts," she whispered, "so may as well treat it like a Band-Aid and do it quick." The thrusts increased in speed and I felt the sheer force of her body rocking the bed. She brushed the hair from my eyes, kissed and nibbled on my neck, all while fucking me hard. She had moments of passion and emotion, but once she finished a nice kiss, I'd feel the string of a pinched nipple. She was overwhelming my body with sensations. Then I started moaning. My body adjusted to the pain. The pain never went away, as she never allowed it to, but pleasure began to emerge. My hips betrayed me and moved with Beth. I could see the enjoyment she was getting from this.
She fucked me for 30 minutes. "No man could last 30 minutes, which means you'll always come back for my cock, even when I whore you out," she told me at one point, but I couldn't process the situation. I felt like I needed to cum. I couldn't think of anything other than Beth's cock forcing me to cum. And it did. Right before I climaxed I looked into her eyes and pleaded. She simply nodded and embraced me as she began her final, hard, long thrusts. I felt my cock twitch, and I came, but never once did I touch myself. Nor did she. She fucked an orgasm out of me.
I felt her scoop the dribble of cum from my thong and she removed the cock gag, "Eat the cum, my little cock slut." I did. Happily. My mind was racing, and the last thing I was worried about was getting away from Beth. I would try to fix my situation later, but my body was spent. I felt Beth begin to pull out, and the blood from my torn ass flowed out as well, staining my white thong red. "Virgins are supposed to bleed," she smiled, as I realized that this was why she choose not to ease me into this. She wanted me to feel like a woman. Why? It didn't matter right then. It was bed time. I began to drift away. I watch as Beth lay with me, cuddling me with the biggest, proudest smile. She won the night, and we both knew it. Nothing would be the same again. And that was all I remember from my first night as Beth's pet.