My body felt guided from the moment I stepped into my house, the door firmly closing behind me as the shadowy pressure guides me to the kitchen where I was surprised with a plate of fruit, which I happily feasted upon.
After I was done the plate disappeared, & I’m guided to the living room, my mind wondering who or what this power over me looks like. I feel them tug at my shirt as if to tell me “take this off for me, now” and I oblige. Nervously taking off my shirt, my pants, and socks. Standing in my boxers I struggle, nervously, even tho I know they’ve seen me already… but something now, now I felt exposed and vulnerable. As if sensing my hesitation I feel the boxers ripped from me, and firm smack on my ass. Embarrassingly my body reacts with an instinctive moan to the smack on my ass. I feel myself strain in the cage, wanting to be free. Their voice in my ear taking pleasure in my reaction, savouring my vulnerability & freedom to express myself. My wrists grabbed and pulled over the back of my couch, my ass full exposed as my legs are spread apart and leaving me fully exposed to them.
I can’t help but moan and feel myself strain in their tight little cage for me from each smack to my ass. My body feeling pinned and I feel helpless under their power. I love it, it’s intoxicating, and the heated feeling from ass being spanked harder and harder is just the intoxicant I crave. Feeling every drop of my precum leaking from my cage, almost cool on the front of my thighs compared to the heat of my ass and back of my thighs from the beating they’ve taken. Then like a bolt of lightning to my core came a shock I didn’t expect, the feeling a sharp and firm smack right onto my barely used hole. It stung like nothing else, but at the same time arousing. Instinct took over as I let out a scream and I tried to clench to protect myself, but it was futile as the dark force just spread me wide again and smacked even harder producing even more of what I assume was their desired reaction.
Eventually they stopped and started to gently rub my inflamed backside. Being gentle and affectionate towards me, but not letting me forget the sensual pain they inflicted to me. Every gentle caress bringing a wince and whimper from my lips. This went on for sometime before I felt it. It was a pressure on my burning punished hole. It could only be a plug, feeling it push into me, getting wider and wider, getting to a point where I started to feel uncomfortable… wider than what the shadows fucked me with that night before… and then pop it was in. It had been consumed by my greedy abused hole, and now just had a little end resting firmly on my hole. After this I was allowed to stand on my own, lifted from my unbalanced position, I trembled back on my feet, my little cock straining and weeping from its cage. Heat pouring from the backs on my backside, and my eyes wide and longing to see who or what had been using me this way but all that filled the room was darkness.
In my ears a whisper came out of nowhere “time to make sure you have decent Dinner, boy” and I was lead to the kitchen as if by an invisible leash. A chair is pulled out and I am firmly pushed onto it, to have a seat. Sitting there was so uncomfortable as the welts on my ass stung from the unforgiving firmness of the chair, and the plug pushing ever so deeper into me. Whine from the sensations, but I dare not speak out, but my body makes it’s own noises to let this entity know how I feel. I shift in my seat before feeling a firmness pressing down on me as if to say “don’t you dare think about getting up from this seat Mister, I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable, that’s the point. Now enjoy my ownership of you, because this is just the start.” Just as the helplessness sinks in I feel my legs spread wide and feel them bound to the table. Then my arms pulled back behind the chair bound to it. My heart races with this as I feel exposed and helpless, plugged and caged on display. As I sat there squirming out of discomfort a plate of spaghetti and cup of water appeared, moving on its own to feed me. I don’t care how, but my body was famished from the experience in the living room. I could feel the presence on my lap, which made me in my cage dribble even more, the weight and heat from something sitting on me as it fed me teased me.
Once my meal was done they took a cloth and cleaned my face, tho I swear at one point a felt this presence lick some sauce from my lips before kissing me. I moaned when it happened, but did it happen, or did my mind just want it to happen. Again by my invisible leash I could feel the darkness pulling me up to my feet, guiding me upstairs, my legs now free but my arms still bound behind me I followed it. I climb the stairs, each step moving the plug & making me whimper. “Come now my dirty boy, let’s get my plaything all cleaned up for another night of… well less than rest.” With those words I could almost hear a smirk from them, one wicked and full of intentions. Once I got to the bathroom the shower was already running, to the perfect temp for me. It pushed me in, against the shower wall. My face pushed sideways against it, my cheek against the tile. My arms were freed for a minute before being brought up to the shower wall too, palms on the wet tile too. The water pouring down my red and marked backside. The shadows encouraging my legs to spread further apart for them, and firmness on my lower back guiding me to stick my ass out more.
The shower head came off and was moved to rinse every inch of my body as I’m in the vulnerable position. “You know little boy, you’re the first plaything of mine that’s ever been so willing, most I get bored with having to break them into submitting to me… but you already are just a little submissive aren’t you?” I can feel what feels like a half dozen hands roaming my body, scrubbing it down, and exploring it which makes me moan. “Well answer me. Are you a little submissive plaything? Hmm?” I nod and moan out a yes as I feel a pair of hand tease my nipples. My body soapy and quivering “do you want to serve me? Do you want to be mine? Do you want this to be your reality? Every moment of your day as mine. My plaything. Stripped and exposed to my whim at home. Knowing while you’re out at work that you aren’t safe from my desires as I am everywhere? Say you want it and it’s yours.” Water spraying down my body again I struggle with the words from all the stimulation. My body trembles but I say “I… I want it!” A firmness pushes against the back of my head, what feels like a kiss to my ear turns to a whisper of “yes, good boy giving into me.” I feel a little nip on my ear and tug to my hair which makes me moan loudly.
One of the half dozen hands goes back to playing with my nipples, another pulls my hair while it’s partner firmly hold my throat, and the last pair hold my hips. I feel a pressure on my backside, like if someone was standing behind me. Then I feel a change with the plug. The between point, between the cap and the inserted part started to stretch, getting more weight to it, getting as wide as the widest part of the plug. I moans while it stretches my tender little hole, and once it’s the desired size I feel it going deeper in me. Pushing deeper and deeper into me, with each inch making me moan harder. Then the firmness of body presses behind me as it stops and starts to slowly pull back, it finally clicking to me that I’m about to get fucked by this formless void. As it finally gets to only the tip left in me I moan out “fuck me! Fuck me like you own me!” I feel a tweak to my nipples and a tightness to my throat before feeling the lengthy force behind me slam back deep into me making my cry out in pleasure.
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