This story was written for and inspired by my muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. Sometimes there are complications to life and relationships, lines you think you can't cross, don't want to, or can't quite dare to. Sometimes you think too much about what is impossible, and why things can't work. There is a solution to those problems, those choices -- sometimes you might not even want it, but you might need it. Sometimes you need decisions made for you. Would you dare? Would you even be given the choice?
I'd gone to bed so frustrated that I was sure sleep was a lost cause, but the glow of the TV in my empty apartment had grown to bother me. It was hard enough to find a great date or lover - as the late night dating service infomercials had been reminding me - but add into that a collection of kinks and "unusual" desires and it was even harder, maybe even impossible. Anyone I met online might seem to be perfect, but I couldn't quite deal with the unknown of how they'd really be in person, never mind that it seemed a terrible truism that the more appealing the mind and body the farther away she was sure to be.
The one woman I wanted, the one I felt so connected to was the one that seemed to represent all of the desires and aches and lusts that had only caused me so much unhappiness in the past.
Sleep finally came and still my uneasy, dream-filled mind raced.
I awoke in a jolt, my body suddenly tense with panic. A bright light burned my eyes, blinding me. I heard muffled noises and saw the moving shadows - someone was in my apartment, my bedroom! Heavy, gloved hands held me down as I tried to get up and struggle and fight, and the strange-smelling cloth pushed over my nose and mouth robbed me of the panic I knew I should be feeling as I drifted into unconsciousness.
The next time my eyes opened, I felt strange and groggy. My mind quickly told me that he was standing, then expanded on that to let me know my hands were somehow restrained over my head and my legs were pulled wide open. I couldn't speak, and I fought a gagging reflex as I became truly aware of how large the rubber cock-gag filling my mouth was.
She moved into my view. I'd seen her image, but it didn't prepare me for the power of her in person.
"I know you've been frustrated, uneasy, afraid and all of that. So, I've found a solution. You don't know what you want to do, or how to do it, or what it will mean. So, I'm taking the decision from you. You're mine now - not because you want to be, but because I've taken you.
"I'm not going to tell you where you are. I will tell you that all of your clothing and possessions are gone. Some have been donated to charity, some will be sold - I'll take the proceeds to offset the costs of your training and use. Your apartment lease has been given up. A rather convincing letter will inform your boss that you've quit. Even if they doubted it, you won't be returning there.
"Now, to start."
I screamed into the gag as she shoved the plug into my ass. Filling your own ass with a toy allows you generosity of lube and pace - not so this time. She grabbed my cock and pulled it out from my body while she wrapped it and my balls in a tight harness - finished off with a pink bow, I noticed.
She then placed the leather collar around my neck, secured with a rather imposing lock, I also saw.
"At this point, you might expect me to remove your gag and ask you what you think about me making you live out your fantasy and have you agree to it. Here's something else to get used to: You're mine - I've made it so with my chains. I've taken you. You are my property, my slut, and if you know what's good for you, you'll do what I tell you. As for what you think about it, you sissy whore, I couldn't fucking care less. Think about that."
She shut off the lights as she left me there.
My tongue, pierced with both a ring through the tip and a bar in the middle, was kept pressed against the dildo gag. The gag filled my mouth at most times, unless She wished my tongue on her or in her, or if I was being fed. For me to drink She had me suck fluids from another, incredibly realistic dildo, in order to make my humiliation continuous.
Some days I was dressed in the frilliest of pink panties, bras and lace, with a lace bow tight around my cock and balls and a large pink plug stuffing my ass. Other days I might wear only her chains. Really terrible days were Her favourite, when I was naked and outside all day, often in the rain. She might let me use a doghouse for cover, or some days I was chained just out reach of it.
Something was up today, though. I'd been showered and cleaned from head to toe. My whole body had been shaved - even my head. Looking down at my naked body, I could see I was now more fit and my skin glowed. I saw the feeding cock brought to me and without a second thought I kneeled and began to suck at it. The worst part was that She made me "prime" it by sucking and licking at it, virtually blowing it, before She would let food flow.
There was a taste in it that I was also beginning to recognize... I cursed silently as the drugs made consciousness flee... She loved to have me helpless and unconscious when She did her worst.
I never got used to the slow, groggy awakenings. It took time to remember where I was, and then within that context, what had been done to me. To help him this time, she had suspended me by my wrists in front of a mirror, though this was confusing at first, because I didn't recognize myself. Trying to breathe deeply confirmed that it was indeed my body squeezed into the form I saw before me by a wickedly laced corset. My legs looked so elegant in those stockings with perfectly aligned seams and wonderful silver clasps at the garters. The shoes must have six-inch heels and were locked on with glinting silver locks. My head was covered with a long, blonde wig, and hair fell over my heavily made-up face. My lips were bright red around a wide, circular ring gag. A tiny bell hung from the ring in my tongue.
Adding to my surprising curves were a pair of rather full breasts under a lacy white fitted blouse. My hips also seemed to bulge under a petticoat-lifted short skirt. A white lace apron, matching my blouse, hung over the front of the skirt. Most out of place, and clearly shown by his current posture, was my cock dangling below the hemline of my skirt - stiff and held that way with a tight bow of pink ribbon.
In short, I looked like a slutty serving wench.
She let me down and I stumbled at first on the heels. What actually made me fall was the sudden shock of burning pain in my ass. "Yes, that goes off if you don't obey," was all She said.
The doorbell rang, and the look in her eyes made it clear that I was to answer it. I saw the decorations in the great hall as I passed through it on my way. A lot of "good bye" and "good luck." I paused at the door, with a slight uneasy feeling, and turned back to her. My gagged mouth could do little but drool, but she read the questions in his eyes.
"Yes, whore, it's your goodbye party. Open the fucking door."
As I swung it open to allow in the people I'd worked with for years, I fully understood the lack of mercy in my Lady.
I had barely slept at all with the icy cold rain pelting my body, naked in my cage. She had put the cage out on the back of an open pickup truck last night and locked me into it. My wrists were locked to cuffs attached to the front corners and my ankles to the opposite corners. I could do nothing but kneel on all fours. Attached to one side was a pole with large pink rubber cock and balls poking into the cage - or more accurately, into my mouth. Only once it had been jammed in to the point of near gagging had it been locked in place. A matching one, or larger going by the feeling, had been similarly and firmly pushed into my ass and locked there.
So there I knelt, like a pig on spit, my naked body impaled on two obscene rubber cocks, outside, in the pouring rain, waiting for morning or release or sleep or simply unconsciousness.
If it wasn't enough, my cock and balls were throbbing. My Lady, her slaves, or myself at her command, had been teasing regularly without release for about ten days. My balls felt heavy and full with a pulsing ache. To make sure I felt it, pink ribbon made a tight bow around the base of my shaft.
Sunrise found me still there, the cold rainwater dripping down off me, as I was stuffed and suckling rubber for yet another hour. Shivering with a dildo tight and rammed inside you is a unique sensation.
I must have passed out for a while, because it was the movement of the truck that woke me. Of course, there was no tarp or cover over my cage, so my humiliating situation was evident to anyone who bothered to look - not that I could turn my head to be aware of it. The hum of the tires on the highway had the effect of a vibrator on my prostate, and my ribbon-encased cock when as hard as it could. I was exhausted and I didn't even feel like a person any more - certainly not a man. At least the sun came out and along with the wind it dried me.
The switch from paved roads to country gravel meant merciless bouncing transferred from the road to the truck bed to the cage to the plug to my ass.
Finally the truck stopped, and I felt the tears on my cheeks. I heard her voice.
"We're here, slut, at the farm. Now your easy days are over and we'll get you to work to earn your keep."
.... There is more of this story ...