Becoming Her Toy

I gulped, knowing what the words meant. What they represented. And more importantly, what I gave up by saying them. Yet, I also knew what I was gaining. What I needed. What I craved. My voice cracked, parched, and frightened from the evening, I could barely speak.

"I w-want to be your pet, Mistress Erin."

Like a spider enclosing in on her meal, Erin smiled down at me. A happy smile, yet hints of an evil deviousness spread throughout, as she hooked a finger through my collar, its words now completely accurate. Not once did my erection falter, still holding out the slight hope it would finally find its much needed release. But Erin just smiled, ignoring it completely as she pet and comforted me, calling me her good boy.

Soon I was given a first class viewing as she iced down my cock, returning it to the cage. It had been reduced to a constant, throbbing ache, a continuous reminder of my decision, my commitment to my friend. Releasing me from the chair, my legs wobbly after everything that I had been put through, Erin guided me crawling to kneel in front of the very chair she used to break me, watching as she stripped naked, soon sitting in my stead.

Legs spread, she played with her clit, never breaking eye contact as she rubbed herself. With a hooked finger, she beckoned me further, hand gripping my hair as she brought me into her pussy, my tongue running up and down entirely, before circling in on her clit. I listened to her moans, her sighs, her happy laughter as I licked, watching as I gave her the orgasm she so gleefully stole from me. Quivering, holding my head down as she came, I was soon pulled off her now sensitive clit, echoes ofmy good boy bouncing around in my mind.

Relaxed and satisfied, she once more circled around me, hugging my chest as she placed her lips on my ear. "We are going to have so much fun together, pet. Training you, breaking you, teasing you, and reshaping you. I cannot wait to show you all the things I have planned for my good boy." That soft, feminine voice carried her threat, her promise so well, cage pulsing in fear and excitement, the rest of me not far behind.

I left her apartment later that night, her kiss on my cheek still lingering as I walked home. Restless, I whimpered in bed, tossing and turning as I tried, failed, to ignore my cage. Ignore the wonderful words she had drilled into my head. Ignore the terrorising idea that I would never be allowed to cum ever again. Ignore just how eager I was to see what she had in store for me. Ignore the faint echo of my new Mistress Erin calling me her good boy.

Another week had left me in an even deep state of desperate, aching need. Erin's constant requests for updates didn't help either, commenting on how cute my cage was, and the effect of me wearing it had on her own arousal. Soon I received videos of her cumming, listening to those moans as she came, torturing myself by viewing them again...and again. That weekend, by the time Erin was done with me, I was left a crying, quivering mess, cock drooling with pre-cum.

I spent all night in her arms, my tightened cage pulsing continuously as she stroked my hair, saying what a perfect pet I'd become for her.

By the fourth week, kneeling in her apartment, I broke down into tears, begging my new Mistress for an orgasm. The aching in my cage was a constant in my life now, one I could barely remember a time without. It was with me each morning, each night, and seemingly each thought that popped into my head. I couldn't escape it, hugging her tightly around the waist as I confessed, watching as she listened, hands running through my hair, an excitement in her eyes.

"Don't worry, my little pet. I will take care of you." I sniffled, thanking her over and over, barely able to compose myself as I happily crawled behind her, bent over a bench. The ropes and straps I had become accustomed to soon adorned my body, stuck in the position of her choosing, legs spread and arms pinned. Mistress Erin placed a ball gag in my mouth, wanting to hear my muffled moans.

I shook excitedly as my cage was removed, shivering as my cock grew once more to its proper size. I heard the snapping of latex gloves behind me, head stuck staring to the side, unable to see. Soon her gloved hand made its way around my cock, forcing moan after moan from my lips. I had tried to ignore the hope I felt inside of me, knowing I had been here many times before, yet the mind has a way of tricking us, luring us into promising, exciting thoughts.

With a hand gripping my cock, I squealed in surprise as her other hand rubbed a lube finger around my exposed asshole. Soon I was whimpering endlessly as her tiny finger slipped inside of me, easily finding my prostate. Using her thumb, she pressed firmly and rubbed in between my asshole and balls, trapped in her expert grip. Erin gently started a continuous, repetitive rub, both inside and out, forcing me into a sensation that I had never felt before, and was a confusing mix of emotions, unable to comprehend what was really happening.

Yet I could hear the excitement in Mistress Erin's voice as she worked me over. "That's it, my little pet. Let it go, let all that achy, desperate cum leave your body. A nice, slow milking will help you relax." I moaned, unable to respond or move, trapped within my own mind. It felt wonderful, whatever she was doing, yet not quite the satisfaction I had been hoping for. But she simply kept up with her task, offering my erect cock a stroke every once in a while.

Soon I felt her fingers leave my body, re-caged before Erin let me up once more. Confused, still horny and excited, I stared in horror at the glass she held in her hands, half-filled with cum. My cum. She smirked, seeing my reaction, cupping my cage for a few squeezes. "There we go, my good boy, all that cum won't bother you anymore, that should help you focus on being my little pet." I smiled weakly, feeling lighter, yet my desperation had not relented in the slightest.

Apparently not finished, Mistress Erin brought me back to the chair, wearing a harness of straps above my cage. After placing my trusty hood on to silence me, I nearly cried as I watched her bring out one of her dildo's, connecting it to my new harness, resting comfortably as the illusion of my own erection.

With a smile, Erin moaned sliding down on the cock. Arms around my neck, our foreheads pressed together, I listened as she rode it, grinding and bouncing in my lap as she had her own fun, staring into my eyes to see the frustration build behind them. She knew my orgasms had been given to her, replaced with her tormenting denial, her eagerness to play with me as her little toy. Forcing me to watch, knowing her own release was close, she shook and smiled as she slid up and down my temporary cock, basking in the delicious irony.

A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips as she sank down hard, biting my neck as I felt her quiver, cumming hard in my lap. My mind surged, feeling as if I'd explode with frustration, wanting nothing more in the world than to watch that exact scene with my real cock. But as Mistress Erin slowly slid off my lap, quivering slightly with each movement, seeing the excitement behind those eyes, I knew that my fate had been sealed.

Erin gripped my hood, rubbing her clit against my cage while I moaned, unable to look away from my Mistress. "I am going to keep you like this forever, pet. Making you watch as I have orgasms for the both of us, both in quantity and intensity." A satisfied groan, she smiled, continuing her rubbing against my crotch. "In no time you will forget what it is like to cum at all, replaced by the sight of me cumming in your lap, or on your tongue."

The sternness in her voice deepened as she held me still, ensuring I hung to every word from her lips. "After months of denial, of teasing, of being a passenger to my pleasure, I promise you will love it. Crave it." Her grinding continuous, watching my eyes widen, cage tightening under every movement. "You will love being my broken plaything, pet. And I will love nothing more than nurturing you into exactly what I want."

Leaning in, the softest whisper I had ever heard seeped into my mind, leaving behind the simple truth that I knew she'd use to destroy me.

Because it's exactly what you need.