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Hello! This story is a continuation. This part involves public sex, humiliation, submission, chastity, and eating ass. There’s less direct cuckolding, but there is plenty in the entire story.
In the whole story, there is bisexuality, straight-to-sissy themes, feminization, cum eating, cuckoldry, BDSM, hypnosis, and more!
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The following days were torture.
At first, I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I hoped that she would text or call me as soon as I got home, but I had no such luck. All I had to remember her by was this damn cage, some bubblegum, and an intense feeling of shame.
What do you even do after that? I tried watching TV to distract myself play a video game or two, but nothing could hold my interest. I just keep thinking about Clara and the cage. I popped a stick of gum every day or so, and I started to get accustomed to the bizarre aftertaste. I couldn’t name it, but I wanted more as soon as I spit the gum out.
I decided to do research about this cage, still chewing a stick of gum and blowing a small bubble every so often.
With the entirety of the Internet at my disposal, I would be stupid to not at least try to learn more.
I had heard of these things, but I never realized how big the community was or how popular it had become. I found forum after online forum discussing them, with users posting their own pictures, telling stories, and writing captions.
It seemed like most people who were into this kind of thing like the denial. Giving control to somebody else and being damn near helpless is a kink in and of itself.
I’m ashamed to admit that, as I read more and more, I could feel the cage tightened between my legs. I never considered myself a submissive person, but now that I had met Clara, I imagined every story and picture as her and me with her holding the key. I was intoxicated by her.
There were a lot of different slices to the chastity cake. My head spun trying to taste them all.
I even found the exact make and model of the cage Clara had given me, and I read the reviews.
WolfGuyPrendo: I was on the fence, but this chastity device is really one of the best. Love the comfortability and lock system.
It was good to hear that the cage was a good one at least. Most of these accounts sounded like they had good experiences.
SissyGirl1996: I used this cage for a year, and I loved it! It’s time to downsize though…
A whole year? I wondered how long I’d be wearing this thing. And “sissy…” that was what Clara had called me last time I saw her. It must have just been a coincidence. I blew a bubble and snapped it in my mouth.
PathFollower: Best cage I’ve E-V-E-R bought! Perfect for extreme long-term usage.
I swallowed and reread “extreme long-term.”
I shut off my computer. It didn’t really matter in the end. If Clara wanted me to do it, I would do it. That was all.
The first night was the worst. You never realize how often your dick gets hard while you sleep until you have a device that prevents you from actually getting hard. As my cock inflated, it would pull the cage away from my body, tugging at my balls until I woke up sore and in pain.
I sat up in a cold sweat every couple hours like that, eventually using ice packs to bring my erection down.
What’s more, it was hard to keep my regular routine during the day at first. I was constantly nervous that somebody would see my cage through a pair of jeans or sweatpants, so I kept opting for long sweaters and untucked shirts. It was like Clara was with me every moment of every day, wrapping her fingers around me and reminding me that she was there.
Three days later, I got my first text from her since I had gotten caged.
On the north side of campus. You close, sissy?
I was in the library when I got the text, and I almost jumped out of my seat. There was that word again. I made a mental note to ask her about it when I got a chance
Yes! Where are you? I texted back.
My phone buzzed again.
The woods by Smith Hall.
My heart was in my throat the whole time that I ran through campus. Just a thought of seeing Clara again had me forgetting every single trouble I had run into the past few days.
It was a weekday evening, so the woods were quiet when I walked in. Students would smoke weed here once it got dark, but it was still too bright. That didn’t stop me from being somewhat apprehensive about meeting Clara here.
But what could I do?
I looked all around the main entrance to the trail and made sure that there was nobody who could see me before I took off.
After walking for a bit, wondering if Clara had already left, I heard a voice from a bit off the path.
“Hey, you,” she said.
I turned and saw Clara leaning against a tree. Once again, she was drop dead gorgeous. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a striped white short sleeve shirt, and loose fitting jeans with hand-painted bone designs down the seams were draped over her shapely legs.
“About time,” she said, smiling at me. “How have the first few days been?”
“Hard. Or, I guess not hard.”
“And you didn’t even text me to ask for the key,” she said. I walked closer. Her makeup was immaculate. “I’m proud of you.”
“It was nothing,” I said, trying to hide how much glee I was feeling at her praise.
She raised her eyebrows. “Oh,” she said. “Tough guy.”
She reached for her belt. She undid it and pulled down her zipper, possibilities raced through my brain. Would she unlock me now? Had I proven myself? Would we be caught here?
She shimmied her hips as she lowered her jeans and turned around. A black lace thong was wedged between her beautiful ass cheeks. “I know it’s an odd location,” she said, “but I was on campus, and I just love nature, don’t you? Swallow your gum.”
“Y–yeah,” I said, swallowing the pink sticky candy and feeling it travel down my esophagus.
She leaned over, using a tree as support, and pulled her underwear to the side. Her dark hair had dewdrops of arousal that reflected the late-day light, but there was no cum this time. I felt something inside my chest. Almost disappointment? I didn’t want more cum specifically, but this felt like a step back from where we had been.
Still, I walked over, sunk to my knees in the dirt, and buried my face between her cheeks. Without the taste of semen, I could taste more of her sweat, and her pheromones quickly cast their spell over me, turning me into jelly. A gust of wind swept through the canopy, and the leaves sang as they rattled against one another.
“You like being at my beck and call, Jess?” She asked.
I nodded without moving my face, using my tongue to explore every inch of her, careful not to travel too far and risk her pulling my hair again.
“You’ve done so well in chastity, I should reward you,” she said.
I sped up, trying to show how eager I was.
She moved her hand between her legs, and I heard her fingers start to move over her wet pussy. I wanted nothing more than to taste her. I would worship her ass as long as she wanted, but to have her cum run down my chin instead of another man’s… My cage tightened.
“Do you wanna come over for a little date on Saturday?” She asked.
I hummed in response.
“But I just don’t know if you’re still thinking with your dick,” she said, her breaths getting shorter.
My heart sank. I tried to shake my head, but it was difficult to do so while pushing my tongue in and out of her ass. I felt like putty in her tattooed fingers.
“You’d watch some sensitivity videos to make sure you really understand a woman, right?” She purred. Her fingers didn’t stop moving on her pussy, and I could hear how wet she was.
I hummed, my lips still kissing and sucking at her asshole.
“Good slut,” she said. “You’re showing mommy that you are so ready for her.
I didn’t stop. I wanted to hear her praise me again, and the best way to do that was to make her feel good.
“I’m gonna send you a a little file tonight,” she said. “Can you listen to it for me, baby?”
I hummed again. her fingers moved faster, now in and out of her. Her muscles started to tense. I could tell she was close.
“Promise me that you’re gonna listen” she said, “and mommy will let you cum on Saturday for being such a good little chastity slut this week.”
I felt my cock throb in my cage as soon as she mentioned the possibility of an orgasm. I spoke without removing my face or tongue from her. I tried to say “I promise,” but my voice was almost fully muffled.
Still, she understood. “That’s a good girl,” she said. “Now mommy’s going to cum on your face, okay sweetie?”
I redoubled my efforts, and even though my tongue and jaw were getting sore, I refused to let them stop.
Then I heard a gasp from the trail.
Clara’s hand reached back and clamped my head in place before I could react, her fingers still wet from her pussy. “There’s people watching you now, sissy,” she said. “Don’t you stop just when you get a crowd.”
Oh, God. People could see me like this, I had no clue who it was or how many people were there. I couldn’t move my head against her grip, so after a moment of hesitation, I kept licking.
“Good girl,” she purred, moving her hand back to her cunt.
I could hear chattering from the trail and laughing. It sounded like a small group of girls with a couple guys too. If my face had been visible, they would have seen how crimson I was.
“Keep licking at my ass in front of them, baby,” Clara said. “You’re putting on such a good show.”
In no time, Clara started to shake, and she sighed. Then, I felt her ass tense, and she let out a deep, satisfied moan. I felt something wet hit my chest.
She had squirted, leaving a large, wet stain on my t-shirt.
We sat like that for a minute, her pressed against a tree with her jeans around her knees, and me with my face deep in her ass and a wet shirt. I heard steps, and the voices from the trail eventually faded as they walked further down the path.
I wondered who had seen me. I wondered why I didn’t care as much as I should have.
Then she uprighted herself, slowly and gingerly, and she pulled her pants up. She towered over me.
“Alright,” she said. “I gotta get back to class. I’ve been gone for like 15 minutes.”
She leaned over, and she kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes. She was warm, and the heat from her lips cascaded over every inch of my body, filling every muscle with energy.
When I opened my eyes again, she was already walking away. I stood, pulled out my phone, and looked in the reflection of the screen. A huge, black kiss mark was on my forehead, and my shirt was obviously soaked in the front.
I walked out of the woods and all the way home like that, black lipstick on my forehead and reeking of sex.
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