Chapter 2: Building Tension
The air in the tiny apartment was thick with secrets, hanging heavy on the walls like an unspoken confession. Chris tiptoed across the worn-out carpet, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at the closed bedroom door, his eyes darting nervously as he tucked the crumpled paper bag under his arm. His heart was racing, and not just because he was breaking his own rules by bringing this home. It was because he couldn't help but feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory.Against his better judgement he began getting dressed in the ordered clothes. As each locked zipper was pulled and each padlock clicked shut he was sealing away his masculinity. He stood dressed in a woman's chastity belt, impossibly high heels, and the most feminine gown that could be made. And none of it could be removed. Until he got the keys in the mail any time between tomorrow and six months from now. He stood thinking what to do before the subspace began to fade and he would begin to question his actions.
He had to do something to distract himself. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. The dress was a humiliating shade of pink, clinging to his body like a second skin. The heels were too tall, but he loved the way they made his legs look. The chastity belt was a thick, hardened titanium contraption, the kind of thing he'd only ever seen in porn. It was locked around his waist, the lock taunted him, a constant reminder of his submission. He could feel the weight of it, the cold metal pressing against his skin. It was a strange sensation, one he couldn't quite describe.
It was like he was on display, a living, breathing doll, dressed up in someone else's idea of what he should look like. He ran his hands over the fabric, feeling the smoothness, the way it clung to his body. He could feel the heat building between his legs, the familiar ache that always came when he was like this. He was hard, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal of the chastity belt. He groaned, the sound echoing in the empty room. He needed to touch himself, to relieve the pressure, but the belt was locked tight, leaving him no way to satisfy the growing need.
He paced the room, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
The sound echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his predicament. He was trapped, both literally and figuratively. The dress was too tight, the corset too restrictive. He could feel his breath coming in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He was a prisoner in his own body, a slave to his own desires.
He stopped in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. He looked like a stranger, a woman in a man's body. The makeup was too heavy, the lipstick too bright. He looked like a clown, a joke. But there was something else there too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He looked...sexy. He laid down after using handcuffs to bind his hands and rope to bind his ankles then he went to sleep.
The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. He tried to move but the ropes and handcuffs held him in place. He called out, "Who is it?" but there was no response. The bell rang again, more insistent this time. He struggled against his bonds, his heart pounding in his chest. Whoever it was, they weren't going to go away. He quickly unlocked the cuffs and untied his ankles, red marks blaring his actions last night.
He stumbled to the door, his heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. He looked through the peephole and saw Sarah, his neighbor, standing there with a smirk on her face. He opened the door, trying to hide his surprise.
"Morning, Chris," she said, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, a wicked glint in them. "You look... different."
I know he said quietly.
"But I have to admit, you look fucking hot in that dress. I could eat you alive right now," she said, her eyes never leaving his body. Chris felt a shiver run down his spine, his cock throbbing against the cold metal of the chastity belt. He was embarrassed, humiliated even, but there was no denying the heat that was building between his legs.
Sarah stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. Her fingers were soft, her touch gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
Her eyes found the red marks from last night's self-bondage session.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Chris?" she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and desire. He felt his cheeks flush, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't deny it, not with the evidence so plainly visible.
He felt his face grow hot, his breath coming in short gasps. He was exposed, vulnerable, and it was intoxicating.
Sarah's fingers trailed down his cheek, her touch feather-light. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "You're a little slut, aren't you, Chris?" she whispered, her voice a low purr. "A dirty little slut who likes to play with herself."
He shivered, his cock throbbing against the cold metal of the chastity belt. He couldn't speak, couldn't form words. All he could do was nod, his eyes locked onto hers.
She smirked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"I can't the chastity is locked up tight" he continues"so no playing for the foreseeable future." Sarah's eyes light up with a wicked glint. "Well, we can still have some fun, can't we?" she says, her voice a low purr. Before Chris can respond, she grabs him by the waist and pulls him into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind them. She pushes him up against the wall, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his body, feeling the curves of the dress, the hardness of the belt. She leans in, her lips finding his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, exploring, tasting. Chris moans, his hands reaching up to grab her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She realizes every intimate part of him his chest and cock are locked behind a titanium chastity belt.
"Fuck, Chris," she groans, her fingers tracing the cold metal. "You're a fucking tease, aren't you?" She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I bet you're hard as a rock under that dress, aren't you, you little slut?" Chris shudders, his breath hitching in his throat. He can't deny it, can't lie to her. He's rock hard, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal of the chastity belt. He winces in pain from the chastity imprisoning his cock stoping any attempts to get erect.
She begins taking pictures with her phone and runs out of the room down the hallway. He stands frozen his mind racing with thoughts of her blackmailing him with those pictures.
He hears her heels clicking down the hallway and she returns with a large, black leather bag. She drops it on the floor with a thud and unzips it, revealing an array of sex toys, lubricants, and restraints. She pulls out a large, purple dildo and a bottle of lube, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Since you can't play with yourself," she says, her voice laced with amusement, "I thought I'd help you out."
She pulls out a realistic cock shaped dildo and tells him to get to his knees.
He hesitates for a moment before complying, the dress rustling around him as he lowers himself to the floor. She smirks, holding the dildo in front of his face, running it along his cheek, his lips. He can feel the cold, smooth silicone, the lifelike texture. He opens his mouth to speak, to protest, but she pushes the dildo past his lips, filling his mouth, stretching it wide.
"Suck it, you little slut," she commands, her voice harsh. "Show me how much you want it."
He begins sucking as she blindfolds him so she can record this act.
He can feel the dildo filling his mouth, the smooth silicone sliding over his tongue, the head of it pressing against the back of his throat. He gags, the sensation overwhelming, but she doesn't let up. She grabs his hair, pulling him closer, pushing the dildo deeper.
"Relax your throat, you little bitch," she growls, her voice laced with desire. "Take it like a good little slut."
He tries to comply, his body shaking as he struggles to take the dildo deeper. He can feel the tears streaming down his face, his breath coming in short gasps through his nose then the fake cock begins shooting cum in his mouth, on his face, down his throat, as handcuffs restrain him.
He can't move, can't escape, can't do anything but take it. He can feel the cum dripping down his chin, onto his dress, the smell of it filling his nostrils. He gags, chokes, but she doesn't stop, doesn't let up. She keeps pushing, keeps fucking his mouth, her hips moving in rhythm with her thrusts.
"Swallow it, you little slut," she growls, her voice harsh. "Every last drop."
He tries, he really does, but it's too much. He can't keep up, can't swallow fast enough. The cum begins to spill out of his mouth, running down his chin, onto his dress.
He can feel it, warm and sticky, coating his skin. He gags again, the taste of it filling his mouth, making him want to retch. But Sarah doesn't care, she just keeps fucking his mouth, her hips moving faster, harder.
"Look at you, you little slut," she pants, her voice laced with amusement and desire. "Choking on my cock, covered in my cum. You're a fucking mess."
He can't respond, can't do anything but take it. He's at her mercy, completely under her control. And it's fucking hot.
She pulls the dildo out of his mouth, leaving him gasping for breath.
He gags again, the taste of it still lingering in his mouth.
"Fuck, Chris," she groans, her voice laced with amusement and desire. "You're a fucking mess. But you look so fucking hot like this."
She steps back, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in the sight of him. He can feel her gaze, hot and intense, like a physical touch. He shivers, his cock throbbing against the cold metal of the chastity belt.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, black vibrator.
She flicks it on, the buzzing sound filling the room. Chris's eyes widen in anticipation, his breath hitching in his throat. He's never been fucked with a vibrator before, and the thought of it sends a shiver of excitement down his spine.
"Open your mouth," she commands, her voice harsh. Chris complies, his mouth opening wide. She pushes the vibrator past his lips, filling his mouth, stretching it wide. He can feel the smooth, cool silicone, the vibrations pulsing against his tongue, his cheeks.
"Suck it, you little slut," she growls, her voice laced with desire.
"Take it all the way to the back of your throat."
Chris tries to comply, his body shaking as he struggles to take the vibrator deeper. He gags, the sensation overwhelming, but he doesn't stop. He keeps trying to take it deeper, to please her.
Sarah's eyes are locked onto his, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "That's it, you little slut," she purrs. "Take it like a good little cocksucker."
Chris can feel the vibrations, the pressure building in his throat. He's never felt anything like this before, never taken something so deep, so far.
She looks at the pathetic sissy wishing she had mixed more feminization hormones in the cum that he just drank. Thinking if she could get him to suck more out of the dildo.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, clear bottle filled with a clear liquid. She squirts some of the liquid onto the dildo, coating it in a thin, shiny layer. "What's that?" Chris asks, his voice muffled by the dildo in his mouth. "Lubricant, you little slut," Sarah replies, her voice laced with amusement. "I'm going to fuck your face with this thing, and I don't want to hurt you. Yet." She emphasizes the last word, a wicked glint in her eyes. Chris shudders, his cock throbbing against the chastity belt. She knew it wasn't lube but little Valyrie didn't need to know that yet... And he wouldn't until it was to late to reverse.
She pushed the dildo back into his mouth, the new liquid making it slippery and smooth. He could feel it sliding in and out, the vibrations pulsing against his tongue, his cheeks. He could feel the pressure building, the need to gag, to retch, but he held it back, determined to please her.
"Good girl," she purred, her voice laced with desire.
Chris could feel the tears streaming down his face, his breath coming in short gasps through his nose. He was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the vibrations, the taste, the smell. He was a mess, a pathetic, crying, choking mess, and he loved it. It squirted more cum and hormones down his throat. The camera recording it all. As she pulled the dildo out it continues to squirt the semen and hormone mixture all over his face mouth and neck. She had plenty of blackmail video now.
She would use it to get what she wanted. She continued to film Chris as he moved the handcuffs and ropes strained his wrists and ankles. She wanted to see him in all his glory. She wanted to see him squirm, to see him beg. She wanted to see him submit. To be the pathetic sissy begging to be pushed farther and farther from being a male ever again.