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Loser had no idea how long the trio had been inside nor what they were up to while he waited patiently out on the porch. With his hands cuffed behind him and the leash attached to his collar securely wrapped around the post, he really didn’t have much of a choice but to wait patiently. The ladies inside were his world; he was but an object in theirs.
The growing desperation only deepened when Leila emerged from the front door and blew a kiss back in at Vanessa and Cassandra. Loser looked longingly at Goddess for any amount of attention, but none came his way. She quickly made her way back to her car recording a memo to herself on her phone. Loser couldn’t make out what she was saying, though. Loser wanted to call out to her, but, with the package still held in his mouth, he was rendered silent. he could only watch her leave.
With the bright red brake lights of her car diminishing in the distance, Loser was once again alone. One long lonely tear dripping down from the tip of the cage around its cock.
“Awwwwwww… there you are!” Loser was shocked back to reality by the voice behind him. Before he could even process that the voice belonged to Princess, he tried to move as if to find some cover, but the leash pulled taut rather quickly, holding him firmly in place. his embarrassment only grew as Princess stood in the doorway laughing at Loser’s poor attempt at escape.
“You’ve been out here so long. You must want to come inside” Princess said with a considerable amount of sincerity in her voice. Loser nodded his head emphatically.
Princess sauntered up to Loser, accentuating her hips with each step. She put her arms out as though she were about the embrace her obedient little Loser.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day while I studied” she mused sweetly. The words were like music to Loser’s ears. ‘Oh Princess! i’ve been thinking about YOU all day, too’ he thought to himself. Her arms reaching out, he longed to feel her embrace.
But that embrace was not to come. Instead, Princess extended her hands to the package in Loser’s mouth. Taking the package from him, she hugged it to her chest “Oh, did I miss you!” she said as she turned around, walking back to the door.
Loser was devastated. None of what was said was meant for him. All of that was between Princess and the package of her underwear Loser held in his mouth for hours now.
Stomping his foot, the lock on the cage jingling, Loser started to tear up. Both his eyes and his cock this time.
Princess stopped and stood with her back to Loser. She knew she was breaking him. A smirk came to her face and a dampness flowed between her thighs. ‘Now to finish it…’ she thought.
Turning back to face Loser, still hugging the package to her chest, Princess cocked her head to one side and pouted a little. “Oh… did you think I meant, you, Loser?” she asked mockingly.
Tear running down his cheek, Loser nodded desperately.
Princess walked over to her captive and unhooked the leash. Deftly unthreading the leash from the post, she reattached it to the collar locked around his neck. Slinging the leash over her shoulder, Princess pulled him along inside.
“Let’s go, silly. It’s near bed time”
Princess led him in the door and started across the central hall to the stairs. The rush of warm air over his body as he was finally allowed back inside felt luxurious. Goosebumps rose on every inch of his skin from head to toe. Being inside has never felt so good.
“Thank you, Princess” he let escape his lips. At that utterance, Princess stopped and did an about face.
“That’s funny… I’m pretty sure I just heard you speak, Loser. Are you allowed to speak?”
Panicking now “No Princess. Your Loser is not allowed to speak unless spoken to, Princess” Loser quickly stammered out.
“No…. you’re not. I don’t recall being in a conversation with you”
“No, Princess. Sorry” Loser blurted, dropping to his knees. But he was only down for a split second before Princess pulled him back to his feet with a sharp tug on his leash.
“Well… I WAS going to reward you for being such a good boy all day. But you just traded away that reward. Now we’ll have to correct your behavior. Won’t we?” she asked Loser, sharply pulling the leash so taut she was nose to nose with Loser and staring deeply into his eyes.
Loser tried to avoid the eye contact. This was intense. And he could feel his knees shaking. But there was no avoiding looking her deep in the eyes. Princess gave the leash another sharp tug, and grabbed Losers chin with her soft, warm hand, locking his eyes with hers.
“Won’t we?” she asked again. This time much more sternly.
“Yes, Princess” Loser meekly responded
Booping his nose and smiling “Good boy” Princess affirmed enthusiastically. Turning back around, much like her attitude just seemed to do, Princess started her ascent of the stairs pulling Loser behind her.
Quiet the rest of the way, Loser followed Princess into her bedroom. About halfway in the room, Princess continued walking toward her bed, but dropped the leash. No longer being led by her, Loser stopped in his tracks.
Princess tossed the package on the bed and withdrew several keys from her pocket. Walking around behind her Loser, she let her hands run over the goosebumps that were still washing over his naked body. Thankfully she was behind him, because she couldn’t hide her excitement. Still to this day, she just elated at having this man’s naked body available to her 24/7/365. A huge smile washed over her face and a huge wave of tingles rushed from her belly button to her pussy.
She felt electric.
But she very much needed to focus.
With one of the keys, she unlocked the cuff around Loser’s wrist. Letting his arms fall to his side, he rotated his wrists, loosening them up. They had been cuffed for a long time. But, unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t be free for too long.
“Come” Princess said, pulling him over to the foot of her bed. Obediently, Loser followed.
“Turn around” her next command coming more firmly than the last. Again, her Loser obeyed, turning around, his back now to her bed, his naked ass pressed against the foot board of Princess’s canopy bed.
Princess climbed into her bed and sidled up behind him. Pressing her warm, sexy, fully clothed body up against his, running her hands over his chest, and nibbling on his earlobe, she really enjoyed having him at her disposal. Every woman should know this pleasure. This power!
Pulling his still cuffed arm, she affixed one wrist to the first post. And, having thought ahead, picked up another pair of handcuffs from the bed. She affixed his other wrist to the second post. Now he wouldn’t be going anywhere… again.
Princess gave Loser’s nipples a sharp pinch as she climbed out of her bed and walked around in front of him. Standing before him, she took in her handiwork. Cuffed, arms extended and affixed cruciform… helpless… naked… and HER’S.
Pulling another key from her pocket, Princess knelt in front of the helpless Loser.
“This cage looks tight” she said with mock sympathy as she ran the key over each iron ring of the cage. She would have sworn she could see the encased cock turn several shades more purple.
Inserting the key into the lock, Princess could hear the sudden sharp gasp come from her trapped Loser’s mouth. She had kept him locked for several months now. Dragging out the process, she slowly turned the key and let the lock spring open.
His breathing increased in pace. She knew he was just a plaything in her hands. A plaything… and she was going to play!
Unthreading the bolt of the lock, the cage almost shot forward from the force of his erection inside. Princess stood and slid the cage down off his cock. Using her index finger she boinged his erect cock and watched it bounce a bit. She stood watching, giggling in delight, as Loser uncomfortably and unsuccessfully shifted the weight on from foot to foot unable to stop the bouncing.
It took a bit of doing to remove the ring from her Loser what with his erection and all, but with a little tugging (and a little ball pain), he was free for the first time in months. Princess watched as his beautiful cock grew like a flower in the springtime. Large, long, thick, desperate, dripping, and HARD. She took in the visage before her, pleased with her work.
“You were a naughty, little Loser before, speaking out of turn, weren’t you?” she asked not really wanting an answer. “But we’re going to correct that now… and… if you’re a good Loser” she said, drawing in close, moving her lips seductively close to his ears, now whispering “maybe… MAYBE, I’ll be nice to you” she teased, biting his earlobe for punctuation. She could feel his erection poking her in her midsection. She was a bit surprised he didn’t explode right there. Loser was, too, to be honest.
“Now… show me you can be the good obedient Loser I thought you were and close your eyes” she ordered.
“Yes, Princess” Loser replied, shutting his eyes.
‘This is where the game really begins’ Vanessa thought to herself.
Nuzzling the side of his face with her nose, lips almost kissing his cheek “Keep those eyes shut and, mmmm… you will be in for a treaT” she whispered, sweetly accentuating the last T in the word ‘treat’.
She let the carrot hang there for just a second before she introduced the stick. “Open them even a sliver… and you will be in for one HELL of a punishment that people in neighboring counties will be feeling for years to come” she barked in a much harsher tone, grabbing a fistful of his hair as she did so. This time she was surprised that SHE didn’t explode right there. It was like an entire universe of stars was all aglimmer between her thighs right now as she looked at his anguished face, wrenching simultaneously from both the pain of his hair being pulled and the stress of forcing his eyes shut even tighter. She was so incredibly turned on.
Gathering her head, she took a step back taking in the full tableau. Taking a deep breath, she started what would be a huuuuge test of Loser’s devotion. With a few shrugs of her shoulder, Princess deftly doffed her flannel. Letting it fall to one hand, she swung it around overhead and let it go, launching it toward her ligatured Loser. Hitting him in the face with a cloud of perfume mixed with perspiration from a long day of studying and the short, brisk walk, the flannel slid down his chest, over his hard cock, and to the floor. Princess didn’t think her aim had even been so good.
Quickly after, she followed suit with her t-shirt. Pulling that up and over her head, she quietly allowed that to drop to the floor without much pomp or circumstance. She giggled a little to herself. Even standing as she was now – in her jeans, panties, and a bralette – this was still the most undressed a woman has been around her Loser where he would actually have a chance to see her. But that would only be if he disobeyed orders and opened his eyes. She knew she was taking a risk here – potentially breaking an almost ten-year streak (pun intended).
While she realllllly wanted her bralette off, she started unzipping her jeans next – trying to make the unzip as loud as possible so Loser could follow along with his other senses. Seeing him shift the weight on his feet told her he was definitely following along. Making small little grunts as though her pants were too tight and she was wrestling herself out of them, she lowered them all the way down and stepped out of them leaving her in a modest black high cut brief and v-neck elastic bralette showing, what she would consider, a decent amount of cleavage.
Bending over to pick up one leg of her pants, Princess thought she would give her Loser a pop quiz as it were. She flung her jeans around the back of her prone property catching the other leg as it swung around is back. Pulling him ever so slightly forward, she could see him biting his lower lip in anticipation.
“I hope you’ve been paying attention, Loser” she taunted. “Can you tell what’s wrapped around your waist right now?” she asked teasingly.
Stuttering in response and remembering he already got chewed out for speaking out of turn, Loser stammered an almost imperceptible “y-yes, P-princess. that would be Y-Your jeans, Princess.”
“MmmHmmm… that would mean they are NOT. On. Me.” she cajoled as she slid the pants back and forth from side to side along his back. “But, that was the easy one. Can you guess what I am still wearing?”
She almost laughed at the volume of the panicked and very audible *GulP* that came from him. She was making him imagine her undressed… this was dangerous territory. Taking a step back, she watched as his cock, still hard, twitched just a little. She could see the precum already weeping from the tip.
“Princess, i think You are still wearing Your panties, Your bra, and Your t-shirt” he let our with a huge sigh as if holding that thought in his head was more exhausting than then ten+ years of being denied any sexual relief.
Vanessa chuckled to herself ‘wow, even when his imagination is free to imagine me naked, he still puts more clothes on me’. “Awwww…. Too bad, Loser. Wrong. That shirt is gone. It’s just me in my little bra and panties right now. Come to think of it, I’m alllllmossssst naked. Why, I have to say… I feel quite vulnerable standing here like this in front of you.” She had added the last part to really dig at him. He was naked 24/7, and was right now bound and helpless. The little dig landed as it was intended and, somehow, his cock grew even harder and more purple.
She pulled her bralette up and over her head. Her ample B-cup breasts bouncing ever so slightly as the bralette was raised up and removed. “… and I was going to let you have a look if you got it right, too” she teased as she threw the bralette as his face. She really knew how to twist the knife.
“It feels sooooooo good to have that off. Such a relief! Do you know the joy of taking off a bra after a long day? I can’t imagine you do. I mean, you don’t know the feeling of taking ANYTHING off. Because YOU’RE ALWAYS NAAAAAAKED” she said a bit cruelly, singing the last part to add just a little extra sting.
“But… Speaking of naked…” she said as she stepped out of her panties kicking them to the side. She took another step back from Loser and started running her hands up and down her naked body. Cupping the curves of her breasts, the bends of her hips and bouncy little buttocks, her hands ultimately ending on the neatly trimmed mons pubis.
“Loser… I am 100%, completely, totally, and utterly naked and standing not more than six feet from you right now” she goaded as she continued to run her fingers all over her bare skin. “I bet you reaallllyyy want to take a peek, don’t you?” she asked as she saw his eyes clench hard as though he were in great pain.
Internally, the struggle was intense for Loser. he hasn’t seen a woman anywhere close to naked, let alone completely naked in almost a decade. She was right there in front of him now. he could look. he could sneak one peak. Ohhhhh to see her. he felt the stirring in his uncaged cock crying out for him to just take ONE look. But he clenched his eyes shut even harder. he would not allow himself to do it. he was a good, obedient Loser. he was a good wallet. he was a good toy.
Besides… Princess said there would be a treat if he obeyed.
She could see the struggle and the inner turmoil on his face. And she was impressed by his restraint. She would have definitely taken a look if she were in that same situation. But… she wasn’t. he was. And with him not taking a single peak, she knew she must’ve really broken him.
“Well… this is going to be a good shower” Princess mused as she left the room, turning her back and her naked butt to her overly-obedient pet. She knew he would keep those eyes shut.
* * * * * * *
Loser again lost track of time. he could hear the shower running in the adjoining bathroom and could only imagine what Princess looked like in there. his inner turmoil hadn’t ended with her leaving him to go shower either. his cock was free for the first time in months. Free and HARD… but he had no way to touch it or do anything with it. Standing straight out, all of its nerves alight with sensation, feeling the blood coursing through it with each heartbeat. It, too, was mocking him.
‘i should have looked!’ he beat himself up internally. ‘i may never have another chance like that’ he lamented. he determined he would pass this test. It would not be worth upsetting the path that Goddess set out for him so many years ago. he was 110% devoted.
* * * * * * *
Vanessa quietly returned to the room after her long, hot luxurious shower. Loser could smell the shampoo and conditioner before he could even hear her footsteps approaching. Gods the smell of a woman’s hair was so intoxicating. The erection he had been sporting did start to detumesce while Princess was in the shower; but that was only a temporary reprieve. As soon as that scent hit him, that cock was again in the thrall of the divine feminine.
Wrapped in a towel, Vanessa made her way over to the package of lingerie she had left on the bed earlier. She opened the package and emptied its contents on the bed. She took a quick inventory, ensuring it was all there as she let her towel fall away from her.
“Oops” she said alluringly “tsk… towel fell off”
She chuckled with joy and Loser let out a slight whimper and stomped his feet, his cock bobbing just slightly.
“Now now… no tantrums” she chided. “I appreciate you being upset on my behalf, but I’ll be fine; I have a whole closet full of clothes not to mention thousands of dollars of hand-made lingerie right here in front of me.” She almost couldn’t help but rub it in.
But she also knew he relished being treated this way. If his… what she could only assume at this point was a painful… erection weren’t evidence enough, then the contract he signed that she was now party to spelled it all out plainly. This is what he asked for all those years ago. Careful what you wish for indeed.
“This one” she said, holding up tiniest thong in the bunch. “This is the first one I will wear” she declared. Carrying the tiny garment, she walked back to stand in front of Loser.
She held the thong up between her index finger and thumb letting it dangle there in the space between their two naked bodies. Two naked bodies… but only one of them would stay that way.
Breaking the silence but amplifying the tension Princess joked “ya know… I’ve seen eye patches more substantial than this diminutive, little piece of fabric” as she ran the thong teasingly all over Losers helpless, exposed, naked skin.
She could swear he was biting his lip so hard she might see blood soon if she didn’t dial back a bit. But… she just couldn’t help herself sometimes. ‘I mean, he’s the one that had to endure this; not me’ she thought to herself.
She took a second to step into her new panties. Pulling them up slowly and adjusting them once in place. “These fit divinely!” she exclaimed. Accentuating her hips and the roundness of her buttocks while providing the absolute barest minimum of coverage, the panties were perfect.
“I have never felt so sexy, Loser. I really outdid myself letting you buy all this for me.” She prodded as she looked over her shoulder at her own butt in the mirror. “Gods… just LOOK at that butt” she marveled.
She let that last comment just hang there for a second until the air was heavy with anticipation.
“Oh… wait. You’re not allowed to. Are you?” she asked coyly as she climbed into her bed throwing the rest of the lingerie on the floor.
Loser tantrumed at this last little needling hard. The cuffs were rattling against the canopy bed frame, his feet were alternating between stomps and wringing, his hips were bucking, and she could see just before she climbed into the bed… his eyes were watering
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