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Scarlett Johansson catches her chaste boyfriend trying on her lingerie. Corset. Thigh highs. Thong. His ass is filled with a small plug he found. When she confronts him⊠he states heâs trying to find ways to arouse himself. She produces the strap onâŠ. And makes him beg for it.
Scarlett had just been dropped off by her bff's boyfriend after a night of partying and drinking. Y/n didn't join her as he said he wasn't feeling well.
With still a beer in hand she made to the front door, after realizing she couldn't handle the keys in the dark she made her way around back. The living room was dimly lit and and quietly sneaked into the house.
Y/n had no idea how his life with Scarlett was about to change in a big way. Feeling safely alone he was indulging in his deepest desires. Desires that always filled him with shame. His wife could never see him like this.
Even if he thought he looked so beautiful like this. He walked into the living, the buttplug in his ass teasing him with every step. He then checked out his body in the large living room mirror.
He had put one of Scarlett's lingerie sets. The whole thing... Corset, stockings, garter belt thong. His caged dick couldn't stop throbbing. His wife has kept him caste for years now.
His dick truly belonged to her. But this was something else. He caressed himself all over as he watched himself donned in his wife's lingerie.
What he didn't know is that Scarlett had caught him she a bit too tipsy to be shocked or insulted. She quietly watched her chaste, submissive husband look so fucking pretty in her lingerie.
She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him. Her whole was looking at her husband looking so beautiful. And she couldn't overlook the shine of the plug that sat inside his cute ass.
The sight of him fueled her lust and she ended quietly sneaking upstairs. She undressed, slipped on some leather boots and grabbed a toy that Y/n didn't know she had.
Meanwhile Y/n was touching his body, relishing the feminine form before him. He felt so comfortable wearing it. But feared the end of his marriage if Scarlett would find out this is what he wanted.
"My oh my..." Scarlett's hungry purr entered the quiet living room. Y/n froze completely.
"Look at you, my dear husband. Taking my clothes.. my buttplug." She teased him. He slowly turned around to face his wife. He gasped when she saw her. Naked in thigh high leather boots and a dildo hanging off a strapon harness he had never seen before.
"If you didn't look so fucking beautiful. I'd be very, very upset." Scarlett purred before she reached down and started stroking her 'cock'.
She started jerking off drawing Y/n's gaze to her dick.
"Yes... this is what real cock is supposed to look like. Do you remember? Yours has been locked away for so long."
Y/n still couldn't speak. His heart war racing a hundred miles an hour, his caged up dick was throbbing like mad, his ass squeezing the around the plug had him shivering.
'Scarlett isn't angry' ran in mind over and over.
"Do you want this, baby? Do you -need- this? Need me to fuck your brains out. Help make you the slut you dreamed of being?" She asked him.
He nodded. "Y.yes." His replied, his voice shaky and soft. Scarlett felt the rush of lust and power shoot through your body.
"Then come here and beg for it." Scarlett demanded.
Y/n finally took the first step, heart still pounding, then the next and the next until he stood before her. He slowly got down onto his knees, her 'cock' now dangling before him.
A scenario he'd often fantasized about but had always felt shame for. But his fear was unfounded. Of course it was. Scarlett loved him as much as he loved her.
"Please.. Scarlett.. I.. I need this.. I've fantasized about it so much. To be pinned down and fucked by you... please.. please take me upstairs and claim my anal cherry." He begged her. His voice was so needy. Scarlett had no hope of resisting his submissive, slutty confession.
She ran a hand through his hair. "I love you so much, baby. You look so fucking pretty in lingerie. So... fuckable." She ended with a little growl.
Before he could reply she snapped her fingers and headed upstairs, Y/n got to his feet and followed her upstairs to the bedroom.
Ready to lose his anal cherry. Ready to have another amazing night of passion with his key-holding wife, Scarlett.
Their love life would change forever that night. And they couldn't be happier about it.
Could you do Wednesday Addams and her new slave, he's obviously very nervous because of her reputation while she keeps tight control over his rare orgasms and is a strict disciplinarian when needed- but only because she genuinely cares and knows what's best for him, wanting her favourite pet to achieve his full potential as a slave
Y/n was a new arrival at Nevermore. He came for the stellar music program. He had also heard rumors about an amazing female student who was an amazing Cello player.
There were also other more worrying rumors. He knew that women led in this school and males were assigned or picked to female students to serve them as slaves.
And as he stood at selection he remembered the warnings about a cold raven haired woman who you should avoid at all cost.
He was in his uniform and had his violin with him. Along we all the other new students. Then before anyone other female student came out the raven haired woman appeared first.
She slowly walked looking at every boy in the line. Then paused when she stood before Y/n. He could tell that she was the one. The way she walked, the cold and constant stare.
"Play something for me." She ordered Y/n. He got so nervous, more nervous than he had ever been. He decided to close his eyes, calmed his breathing. Then he played one of his favorite pieces. Somber and a bit haunting. He kept his eyes closed, losing himself to the music he was playing.
He couldn't see her face.. not that there was anything to read off of it if he was looking at her.
"Stop." The next command came. Y/n stopped moving. He slowly opened his eyes again.
"Name." Her voice remained direct and cold. But his felt something else inside of his body.
"I am Y/n Y/L/n. Nice to-"
"I am Wednesday Addams. You are now my slave. Now Follow." She spoke fast and already turned around and walked away. Y/n was a bit stunned and didn't move right away.
Wednesday paused turning her head half-way. "I gave you a command, Slave. Do not make me repeat it."
"S.sorry Miss Addams." Y/n quickly apologized and quickly moved after her.
That was the moment their 'relationship' began. He got picked by the one woman all the rumors warned him about. But it wasn't like he was in a position to choose. He was a man. And men get claimed by woman. It was the way the world worked and Nevermore, special as it was, was no different. He knew coming in someone would own him.
That first day was quite intense. He followed her up to her quarters. He was made to strip, his cock was immediately put into a small, steel chastity cage. Wednesday explained the rules. She had absolute control of his pleasure, his orgasm. He was to obey her without question. Mistakes would be correct, disobedience would be punished.
Y/n kinda liked the directness. With the introduction complete, he was allowed to get dressed again and settle into his quarters. Wednesday had already acquired his phone number and texted him a few commands for tomorrow.
He soon realized he was not her only slave. She owned several more beside himself.
The next few weeks, or months really, were quite rough for Y/n. He had no experience in being a slave or being locked and denied for so long. Wednesday was a strict. His inexperience got him into to trouble plenty of times. His ass was spanked a lot, his balls suffered plenty as well.
But when he got things right he was rewarded. Not with orgasms. He learned that earning one of those would be near impossible. But she did reward him with pleasure. Lots of tease and denial. Lots of precum leaking from his cock... but always locked, always denied that sweet release.
The pattern continued, classes, servitude, punishment or praise. Wednesday remained strict, but she was also very honest in her own way. She always told him what he did wrong and how he should improve himself. And over time everything suddenly clicked into place for him.
Punishments for mistakes became rarer and rarer and he found himself spending more and more time with her. It felt like she enjoyed having him around. He became a closer part of her friend group. Enid Sinclair and fellow new student Agnes DeMille.
He had found the balance in his life. Where he had struggled to find the balance between serving Wednesday, his classes and his music he was now in full control of himself. His grades improved, his had found his joy in music again. He even got to play alongside Wednesday in a large school performance. It was probably the best performance he ever had.
He was fully in sync with his Goddess; Wednesday Addams. After the performance she approached him.
"Your performance was beyond excellent, Y/n. Well done." She praised him, although her voice was as bland and stoic as always. But, much like Enid Sinclair and Agnes, he felt able to see through that calm exterior and felt the warmth in her words.
"It's all thank you, Mistress. Your training has made me a better man." Y/n told her. He could swear he saw something a smirk.. if only for a split second.
"Do not sell yourself short, Y/n. You have become the best slave I have through your own hard work." Wednesday fired back. Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling his caged erection throb in excitement. Hearing her praise was a pleasure all of its own.
"Wow.. Wednesday, Y/n! You two were amazing!" Enid chimed in. "Wednesday.. you are still coming to the after party, right?"
"Sorry Enid. But I'm afraid I have to change my plans for this evening." Wednesday replied.
"Oh c'mon.. why you always do this to me?" Enid whined.
"I apologize. But I need some time alone with Y/n. If all goes well, I might join the party later."
Y/n gasped and felt a little shudder. Enid just smirked, turned to Y/n and winked.
"Fine..." She fake pouted. "Have fun, you two." She teased them before going her own way. When another slave approached Wednesday she gave them the night off. Then, much to Y/n's surprise, she took his head and lead him away.
That night would be a special one. She took him to her room and for the first time since coming to Nevermore, since becoming her slave. She took of his cage, teased and edged his cock and then finally made him cum for the first time.
Then, as promised, they ended up back at the party. His cock was locked up again but she took him to the dance floor and danced with him.
That night changed everything. By the end of the year Wednesday Addams released her other slaves from her service and kept Y/n as her exclusive pet.
