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Part 1 & Part 2

Several days blurred into a haze of nightly rituals for Gary. Each evening he stripped down in his dim bedroom, the flat steel cage biting into his trapped shaft as he propped his phone against the pillow. 

Angela's streams unfolded in real time: her full lips stretched wide around one thick veiny cock after another, saliva dripping in strings while she gagged and moaned. Then the gangbangs began, multiple men with heavy swinging balls and oversized shafts taking turns pounding her from every angle, filling her holes until cum leaked in thick rivulets down her thighs. Through it all the necklace never left her neck. 

The keys rested snug between her glistening double-F breasts, swaying and clinking with every thrust, sometimes splattered with fresh loads that she smeared across her skin for the camera.

Gary's own body betrayed him constantly. His three-inch length swelled uselessly inside the unyielding metal, balls drawn tight and aching. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the cage's slit, soaking his sheets as he watched without relief. 

The humiliation of knowing millions saw her like this while he remained locked and denied only deepened his obsession. He found himself whispering her name, hips bucking against nothing, fully simp for the woman who owned him.

Midweek his phone buzzed with a private message from Angela. "Friday night. My place. 8pm. Don't be late, pet." Attached was her address and a photo of the keys still nestled in her cleavage, now marked with dried cum from the previous stream.

Gary's heart hammered. He read the text three times, cock surging painfully against the cage bars until the metal dug in. Excitement flooded him mixed with raw nerves and desperate lust. After days of denial and public teasing through the streams, she was finally summoning him. 

He couldn't believe he would see her again, touch her perhaps, while still trapped and owned. His hands shook as he typed a shaky reply confirming he'd be there, already counting the hours until Friday when his submission would turn real once more.

Several days of relentless denial had left Gary a trembling wreck by Friday evening. His nerves twisted into knots as he stood outside the massive mansion, its tall iron gates gleaming under security cameras that seemed to watch his every move. 

The flat steel chastity cage clamped tightly around his three-inch cock, and fresh waves of anxiety mixed with unbearable horniness made his balls ache. He could barely think straight, his mind replaying every live stream where Angela had sucked massive cocks and taken gangbangs while the keys dangled between her enormous tits.

With shaky fingers he messaged her that he had arrived. Moments later the gates swung open with a low hum. Gary walked up the long driveway, heart pounding so hard he felt it in his throat. The mansion loomed ahead, grand and intimidating. He reached the front door and pressed the bell, shifting from foot to foot while the cage pressed back against his swelling shaft.

The door opened and there stood Angela, glistening with sweat from her tennis session. She wore a short white tennis skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight crop top that hugged her massive double-F breasts. The keys to his cage rested on their necklace right between those perfect tits, catching the light as she smiled. She pulled him into a warm hug, pressing her body against his so he felt the cool metal of the keys against his chest.

"Come in, pet," she said, her voice low and inviting. "I've been waiting for you."

Gary followed her inside, eyes locked on the juicy curve of her ass peeking out beneath the short skirt with every step. His cock strained uselessly in the cage, leaking steadily now. He ogled her long firm legs, toned and smooth, and the perfect sway of her body as they moved through the house. 

She led him outside to a padded massage table set up on the patio. Without hesitation she stripped off her crop top, letting her pierced nipples spring free, then dropped the tennis skirt to the ground. She stood there in nothing but a tiny pink thong before lying face down on the table, her thick ass and glistening skin on full display.

"Take off your clothes too," she instructed, glancing back at him with a teasing smile.

Gary blushed furiously, stuttering as he fumbled with his shirt. "I-I... are you sure?" he managed.

Angela chuckled softly. "I'm a pornstar, Gary. Naked bodies are completely normal to me. Don't be shy now."

Encouraged yet mortified, he stripped everything off until he stood there completely exposed, the chastity cage glistening with precum that dripped down his thighs. Angela lay on her stomach, propping her chin on her hands as she watched him.

"My whole body is so sore from all the porn I've been filming lately," she teased, voice dripping with mock complaint. "I really need a good massage. Start with my calves, pet."

Gary stepped closer, naked and locked, his hands shaking as he reached out. His trembling fingers began to knead her firm calves, feeling the warmth of her skin while his caged cock throbbed and leaked even more at the sight of her nearly naked form stretched out before him.Gary's hands trembled with intense need as he pressed his fingers deep into Angela's firm calves, feeling the radiant heat radiating from her sun-kissed skin after the tennis match. 

Every deliberate knead sent fresh surges of desperate arousal straight through his slim frame, making his locked three-inch cock throb violently inside the tight steel cage. Precum leaked in steady streams from the tip, dripping down his thighs and forming a small puddle on the patio stones beneath him. His slim 5'6 body shook uncontrollably, face flushed crimson as he ogled the way her toned legs flexed under his touch, the world's most famous pornstar lying nearly naked before him in that skimpy pink thong. 

He treated each motion like the single most vital task of his life, pouring every ounce of focus into rubbing and stroking her calves with worshipful precision, his eyes tracing every curve and muscle while his own body burned with frustrated lust.

Moving upward, Gary shifted to her hamstrings, thumbs working firmly into the tight knots there. Angela let out a long, throaty moan of pure pleasure that made his caged shaft twitch and leak even harder. The heat from her skin seeped into his palms, warming them as he massaged with total devotion, his gaze locked on the swell of her thick juicy ass just inches away. 

He couldn't stop staring at how the thin thong string disappeared between those perfect cheeks, his mind reeling from the sight while his balls ached from days of denial. Every press of his hands felt sacred, as if massaging her body was the only thing that mattered in the entire world right now, his slim form quivering with horniness as more precum oozed out in hot pulses.

"Higher now, pet," she hummed between soft sighs, and Gary obeyed instantly, sliding his palms over her smooth back muscles. He dug in with careful pressure, working out every knot with obsessive care, his eyes roaming hungrily over the expanse of her flawless skin and the sides of her massive double-F breasts pressing against the massage table.

Her pierced nipples created faint outlines that made his heart race faster. The body heat pouring off her made his own skin prickle with sweat, his entire being consumed by how insanely turned on he was. His caged cock stayed red hot and swollen against the unyielding steel, leaking constantly as he continued the massage like it was his life's purpose, every moan from Angela driving him deeper into submissive frenzy.

She reached back without warning, cupping his balls with a teasing squeeze. "Look at these tiny things," Angela said with a playful laugh, her fingers brushing the cage. "So small and cute, all locked up for me. You look adorable like this, Gary." 

His blush exploded across his face, body shaking harder as fresh waves of precum poured from the cage. The contact only amplified his desperate horniness, yet he never paused his devoted rubbing of her shoulders and back, treating every inch like sacred territory that deserved his full attention.

"My ass needs a lot of work too," she added, settling down with a contented sigh. "Massage it for me, pet. Really get in there." Gary's mind spun in disbelief as his hands moved to her firm, thick juicy ass, kneading the supple flesh through the thong with the same intense focus. 

The heat from her body flooded his fingers, and he ogled every jiggle and curve as he worked, his caged cock leaking so much that strings of precum trailed down his legs. Angela moaned deeply in pleasure, hips shifting slightly, while he massaged her ass like it was the most important thing in existence, his slim frame trembling with overwhelming arousal and the surreal thrill of touching his favorite pornstar in such an intimate way.

Angela shifted on the massage table, rolling smoothly onto her back with a contented sigh that made her massive double-F breasts jiggle enticingly. The pink thong barely covered her, and her pierced nipples stood out prominently against the fabric of her crop top pulled up slightly from the movement. Gary's breath hitched as she met his eyes with a knowing smile. "Start on my thighs now, pet. They've been aching after that match."

His hands moved obediently to her thick, perfect juicy thighs, pressing in with firm, worshipful strokes. The radiant body heat from her sun-warmed skin flooded his palms, making every knead feel electric and vital, as if nothing else in the world existed beyond bringing her pleasure. 

He couldn't stop stealing glances upward at her enormous tits and those shiny pierced nipples, his gaze devouring the way they rose and fell with each breath she took. His slim 5'6 frame trembled harder, the tiny steel cage confining his three-inch cock throbbing painfully as fresh precum surged out in hot, uncontrollable pulses, dripping down his legs in sticky trails.

Angela moaned low and throaty, the sound sending fresh jolts of desperate arousal through Gary's body. He massaged deeper into the soft yet toned flesh of her thighs, fingers digging in with obsessive focus, ogling every inch while his caged shaft leaked even more from the sheer intensity of hearing her pleasure. His balls ached with days of denial, his entire being consumed by horniness as he treated this task like the most important thing imaginable.

Her hand reached down casually, wrapping around his tight, swollen balls with a gentle but possessive squeeze. She began massaging them slowly, rolling them in her fingers. "Such a very good boy," she purred, her voice laced with approval. 

The words hit Gary like a spark, making his caged cock twitch violently and leak a thicker stream of precum that pooled beneath him. His face burned crimson, body shaking as he fought to keep his hands moving steadily on her thighs.

"Deeper, pet. Really work those muscles," she instructed, still toying with his balls. Gary obeyed instantly, pressing harder into her juicy thighs, feeling the heat radiate up his arms while his eyes darted back to her massive breasts and pierced nipples. Every moan from her amplified his frustration and lust, his slim form quivering as more fluid escaped the cage in steady drips.

After several intense minutes, Angela stretched languidly and let out a deep, satisfied moan. "Mmm, I needed that so badly." She sat up, then stood, her thick juicy ass flexing as she adjusted the thong. "Follow me inside, pet. I need some other attention now." Gary rose on shaky legs, his cage leaking profusely with each step as he trailed behind her into the mansion, eyes locked on the sway of her hips.

She led him to a large sofa in the living area and lay down on her stomach, propping herself up slightly on her elbows. The view of her perfect, firm ass was breathtaking. "Do you like my ass, Gary?" she asked playfully, glancing back over her shoulder.

He nodded frantically, voice cracking and stuttering. "Y-yes... I... I do."

Angela chuckled softly, her eyes flicking down to the constant stream leaking from his cage. "I think you do, by the amount you're leaking from that cage. Such a desperate little thing." She shifted her hips invitingly. "I like having my ass eaten by good boys as a reward for massaging me so well. Get to it."

Gary dropped to his knees without hesitation, his hands trembling as he leaned in. He pressed slow, reverent kisses across the smooth, warm cheeks of her thick juicy ass, savoring the body heat against his lips. Angela moaned in pleasure, the sound making his caged cock throb and leak even harder onto the floor. "Go between my cheeks now," she directed.

He buried his face eagerly between her perfect thick cheeks, worshipping her ass with long, devoted licks and kisses, inhaling her scent and feeling the intense heat of her skin enveloping him. His slim body shook with overwhelming arousal, precum flowing freely as he lost himself completely in the act, treating every moment as sacred devotion to her pleasure.

Gary remained on his knees, his face pressed deep between Angela's perfect thick cheeks as he tongue-fucked her asshole with desperate, eager strokes. His slim 5'6 frame trembled violently, the tiny steel cage squeezing his three-inch cock so tightly that a constant stream of precum poured out, forming a growing puddle on the floor beneath him. 

Every thrust of his tongue into her tight, hot hole made his balls ache with denied need, his entire body burning with submission while he licked and probed as deep as he could reach.

Angela held her phone up, the live stream already running to her millions of followers. She answered questions casually, her voice steady and teasing even as Gary's tongue worked relentlessly inside her ass. "Last night? Oh yeah, that scene with the BBC was intense. He stretched me out so good, filled me up completely while I moaned like a slut for the camera. You all loved watching that, didn't you?"

She laughed softly at a comment, shifting her hips to push back against Gary's face, encouraging him to bury his tongue even deeper. "And yes, the gangbang is coming up soon. Multiple massive black cocks, all for me. I can't wait to get railed by them one after another, maybe even at the same time. It's going to be filthy."

Gary's face flushed crimson with humiliation as he heard every word, his tongue never stopping its worshipful thrusts into her asshole. More precum leaked from the cage in thick pulses, his caged shaft twitching helplessly. Angela tilted the phone downward, angling it to capture the view of his slim body kneeling behind her, face buried in her ass.

"It's so nice to have a fan come over and eat my ass while I relax talking to all of you," she said with a playful laugh, her tone dripping with amusement. "Look at this locked little submissive going at it. He's been massaging me all afternoon and now he's earning his reward by tongue-fucking my hole like it's his only purpose."

Gary blushed even harder into her ass, his ears burning as he realized he was being broadcast live to the world. The comments would flood in any second, viewers seeing him as the chastity-locked ass eater, but he forced himself to focus solely on worshipping her, licking deeper and faster to please her. His leaking intensified, the cage dripping steadily as her dominant voice and the exposure made his arousal spike to unbearable levels.

Angela wrapped up her live stream with a final teasing wave to her millions of viewers. "Thanks for joining, everyone. Stay tuned for updates on that gangbang—it's going to be wild." She ended the broadcast and set the phone aside, but Gary kept going, his tongue plunging deep into her tight asshole for another full hour. 

His slim body stayed locked in position, knees aching on the floor, face buried between her thick cheeks as he licked and probed with relentless submission. Precum continued to drip steadily from his tiny steel cage, the three-inch shaft throbbing uselessly inside its confines while his balls swelled with frustration.

Gary's mind raced with overwhelming horniness as he worshipped her. Every swirl of his tongue against her puckered hole sent fresh waves of desperate arousal through him, his caged cock twitching and leaking even more as he ogled the way her massive pierced breasts jiggled slightly with each breath she took. He couldn't stop staring at the curve of her hips and the sheer size of her ass dominating his view, his virgin body burning with the need to please her while trapped in that flat steel prison.

Finally, Angela shifted and stood up, her massive pierced breasts swaying as she looked down at him. "Kneel there and wait for me, little fan. Don't move." Gary obeyed instantly, sitting back on his heels with his caged cock leaking onto the floor, his face flushed from the prolonged ass worship. His eyes followed every movement of her body, drinking in the sight of her thick juicy lips and perfect skin as she walked away.

She disappeared for several minutes. When she returned, Gary's eyes widened at the sight. Angela now wore a full-body black latex catsuit that hugged every curve like a second skin, complete with a high collar, long gloves, and thigh-high boots with sharp heels. 

The outfit gleamed under the lights, accentuating her enormous double F breasts and firm ass. A zipper ran strategically from her crotch upward, and the keys to his chastity cage still dangled between her tits on their necklace. She looked every inch the dominatrix, her thick lips curved in a wicked smile.

Gary ogled her shamelessly, his horniness spiking to new heights as he stared at how the shiny latex clung to her massive breasts, making her pierced nipples stand out prominently. The way the material stretched over her thick ass and long legs left him breathless with amazement and raw lust, his caged cock straining harder than ever, dripping precum in a steady stream onto the floor.

"Crawl after me," she commanded, snapping her fingers. Gary dropped to all fours without hesitation, his slim frame following her swaying hips as she led him through the mansion and down a staircase into the basement dungeon. 

The air grew cooler and heavier with the scent of leather and rubber. He glanced around in awe and nervous excitement at the array of BDSM furniture: a padded spanking bench, a St. Andrew's cross, suspension hooks from the ceiling, wall racks lined with floggers, paddles, and dildos of every size, plus restraints, cages, and a large bed with metal posts.

Gary's amazement grew with every detail he took in—the sturdy wooden cross with its leather straps, the array of gleaming metal toys that promised intense sensations, the heavy chains hanging from the ceiling ready for suspension play. 

His horniness surged uncontrollably at the sight of it all, his eyes darting from one piece of equipment to the next while his caged shaft throbbed and leaked, his mind flooding with fantasies of what Angela might do to him here. The sheer scale and variety of the dungeon left him wide-eyed and even more submissive, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desperate excitement.

Angela strode to the center of the room and cracked a leather whip sharply against the concrete floor, the sound echoing through the space. "It's time for you to experience my true passion," she declared, her voice low and commanding. "Time to begin."

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Part 1

Gary sat alone in his dimly lit bedroom at home later that evening, his slim five-foot-six frame slouched in the chair before his computer screen. His hand gripped his tiny three-inch cock tightly as he stroked it furiously, unable to believe that he had just encountered the world's most famous pornstar at the local grocery store in Australia and that she had actually taken his phone number. 

Angela had millions of followers across all her social media channels, a fact that made the entire meeting feel surreal to the twenty-one-year-old virgin. He had spent the whole day and night watching her videos, starting with intense scenes where her unreal body was at play as she fucked massive black cocks that stretched her pussy and ass wide open. 

Her massive double F breasts with pierced nipples bounced heavily in every frame while she moaned in ecstasy, her tight low-rider black latex pants from earlier that day now replaced by nothing as she rode those thick shafts with expert precision.

Gary's mind raced back to their encounter in the store as he continued masturbating, recalling how Angela's red thong had been visible above her pants and how her confident flirtatious demeanor had left him stuttering. 

He switched to her femdom movies next, where she dominated younger guys with strict commands, locking their cocks in chastity devices and forcing them to worship her body without any release of their own. 

The scenes transitioned smoothly into her cuckolding content, showing Angela directing her submissive partners to clean up after her intense sessions with well-endowed co-stars, their tongues lapping at her cum-filled holes while she laughed at their small sizes.

Over the course of that day and night Gary had cum seven times thinking of her, each orgasm leaving his average build trembling with exhaustion yet driving him to load another video. His small erection throbbed persistently in his grip as he imagined Angela using him exactly like those cuckolds, denying his virgin cock any pleasure while he serviced her after she fucked those massive cocks. 

The explicit visuals of her pierced nipples hardening under her white top in his memory mixed with the on-screen action, pushing him toward yet another climax before fatigue finally overtook him. He drifted off to sleep with thoughts of her still lingering, his hand resting limply near his spent cock as dreams of their potential next meeting filled his mind.

The next morning Gary woke up in his small bedroom, his slim five-foot-six frame still sticky from the previous night's marathon of orgasms. He immediately grabbed his phone and scrolled through Angela's social media feeds, laughing out loud at her sharp posts and videos where she showed off her wit with clever jokes about everyday life mixed with teasing glimpses of her massive double-F breasts straining against various outfits. 

Her playful personality shone through every caption and comment, making her seem even more irresistible as the world's most famous pornstar with millions of followers hanging on her every word.

As he ate a quick lunch at his kitchen table, his phone suddenly pinged with a new message from her. It read simply: "Lets meet for lunch" followed by a flirty kiss emoji. Gary's tiny three-inch cock instantly turned rock-hard in his pants, throbbing painfully as he stared at the screen in disbelief. He could not believe his favorite Australian pornstar had actually reached out to him after their grocery store encounter.

He rushed to get changed into a clean shirt and jeans, his hands shaking with excitement and nerves. Driving to the beachside location she suggested, Gary arrived early and sat at an outdoor table overlooking the sand, his face flushed red while his small erection refused to go down no matter how hard he tried to think of something else. The bulge pressed obviously against his zipper, leaking pre-cum into his boxers as anxiety built in his chest.

Then he spotted her approaching along the promenade. Angela walked with confident strides in the sexiest short black leather skirt that hugged her firm juicy ass and a tight crop top struggling to contain her massive double-F breasts. 

Her nipple piercings stood out clearly through the fairly see-through fabric, poking prominently as the top stretched tight. Her lips looked full and pink, her brunette hair tied up in a neat bun, and every man nearby turned to ogle her curves openly as she passed by.

She walked straight up to Gary, the most unlikely short average guy at the table, and he half-stood in greeting while desperately trying to hide his leaking boner behind the table edge. Angela leaned in without hesitation, kissing both of his cheeks softly before placing her warm hand on his forearm. She smiled with genuine happiness and flirtation, her voice smooth as she said, "It's so nice to meet you again." She sat down across from him, her heavy breasts swaying slightly with the movement, while Gary's cock continued to throb and leak steadily through his boxers under the table.

Angela leaned forward across the table, her massive double-F breasts pressing against the edge as the sheer crop top strained to hold them, her pierced nipples clearly visible and hard from the ocean breeze. She smiled with that confident, knowing look that made Gary's tiny three-inch cock twitch and leak even more pre-cum into his boxers. 

Men at nearby tables stared openly, their eyes full of jealousy as they watched this stunning 5-foot-11 goddess focus all her attention on the short, average 21-year-old sitting across from her.

She slipped her foot out of her heel and ran it slowly up the inside of his leg, the smooth skin of her calf brushing higher and higher until it rested teasingly near his thigh. At the same time she placed her hand on his forearm again, her fingers tracing light circles. "You know, I really do enjoy those femdom scenes in real life too," she said in a low, flirty voice. "It's so hard to find a genuine submissive who actually puts my needs first instead of just wanting to use me for their own fantasies."

Gary's face burned bright red. He could barely form words as he ogled her cleavage and the way her leather skirt rode up slightly, revealing more of her toned thighs. "I... I mean... any guy would be so lucky to serve you," he stammered, his voice shaky and anxious. 

"You're... you're like a goddess. I'd do anything... whatever you wanted... just to make you happy." He kept glancing at her breasts, her pink lips, her bun-tied hair, completely simping as his small cock throbbed painfully under the table, soaking through his boxers while the jealous stares from other men only made his embarrassment worse.

Angela's eyes sparkled with amusement and interest. She pressed her heel a little firmer against his leg and leaned even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Would you really? A sweet virgin like you, ready to put me first? That sounds exactly like what I've been looking for."

Angela kept her heel gliding slowly along the inside of Gary's leg while her fingers traced lazy patterns on his forearm. Her thick juicy lips curved into a teasing smile, perfect skin glowing under the sunlight, massive double-F breasts straining against the crop top with those pierced nipples poking through. 

Everything about her felt impossibly sexy and hot. Gary's slim body tensed, his three-inch virgin cock throbbing uncontrollably until it pulsed and spurted thick ropes of cum straight into his boxers. A warm wet patch spread across the front of his pants as he bit back a whimper, completely overwhelmed.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small flat steel chastity cage, holding it up so the metal glinted. "So many guys pretend, but if you are serious you will have to agree to wear this." The sight triggered another rush of images from her porn films, subs locked away and denied while she dominated them. Gary's tiny cock twitched again and he came a second time, more cum soaking the fabric as his face burned crimson.

He nodded frantically, stuttering out agreement. Angela stood with a confident grin, took his hand, and led him toward her convertible parked up the street. Gary followed on shaky legs, embarrassed and anxious yet rock hard with arousal, the obvious wet patch on his pants drawing stares. He ogled her swaying ass and jiggling tits the whole way, unable to look away.

She slid into the driver's seat, her leather skirt riding up. "Get in the passenger seat," she ordered. Gary obeyed, heart pounding. Angela leaned across, her breath hot against his ear. "This is so hot and sexy," she whispered. Her hand slid down, unbuckling and unzipping his pants before wrapping around his cum-slick cock and balls. She laughed softly, teasing him. "You've already cum, haven't you?"

She worked quickly and expertly, sliding the ring behind his balls and forcing his softening three-inch cock into the tight flat steel cage. It felt impossibly small and constricting, pressing everything flat against his body. Gary turned bright red, squirming with a mix of humiliation and desperate arousal as she clicked the lock shut with a decisive snap. "There we go," she murmured in his ear, giving the cage a gentle pat. "Now you're mine."

She slid the small key onto a thin chain and draped the necklace around her neck, letting it drop and nestle right between her enormous double-F breasts, the metal cool against her perfect skin and the pierced nipples poking through her crop top. "I'll be in touch," she murmured in that flirty tone, giving the cage a final pat through his open pants before pulling back.

He climbed out of the convertible on unsteady legs, unable to stop ogling the sway of her ass and the jiggle of those massive tits as she settled behind the wheel. With a wink and a roar of the engine she sped off down the street, leaving him standing there red-faced, anxious, and throbbing helplessly in his new prison.

That night Gary sprawled naked across his sheets, the flat steel chastity cage clamped tight around his three-inch cock. The metal felt cold and unyielding, flattening his shaft completely while his balls ached below it. His phone screen glowed in the dark room as Angela’s live stream opened to millions of viewers.

She was on her back in a luxury hotel suite, legs spread wide, taking a massive black man’s enormous cock. The guy was built like a bull, his thick veiny shaft stretching her pussy with every deep thrust. Angela moaned loud for the camera, her thick juicy lips parted, sweat glistening on her perfect skin. The keys to Gary’s cage dangled from the thin chain around her neck, bouncing wildly between her massive double-F breasts and those pierced nipples that poked out stiff and shiny.

Gary’s own cock tried to swell inside the cage, pressing uselessly against the steel bars until it throbbed painfully. He couldn’t look away. Angela’s pussy lips clung to the black alpha’s cock on every withdrawal, slick and shiny with her juices. She grabbed the man’s hips and pulled him deeper, her enormous tits jiggling with each powerful stroke. The keys swung and slapped against her cleavage, a constant reminder that she held complete control over Gary’s locked dick.

He stared in disbelief, heart pounding. This was the world’s most famous pornstar, the woman he had fantasized about for years, and she had locked him up after one meeting. Now she was getting railed live while he watched from his bed, rock hard and denied. His hips bucked involuntarily, the cage biting into his straining flesh. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his trapped cock, soaking the sheets beneath him.

Angela looked straight into the lens between moans. “This is what a real man feels like,” she purred, reaching up to jiggle the keys against her tits. Gary’s face burned. He gripped the phone tighter, cock pulsing helplessly in its prison as the black stud slammed into her harder, making her scream with pleasure.

After the black stud flooded Angela's pussy with thick ropes of cum, she pushed him off with a satisfied sigh and waved him away. The live stream stayed on as she nestled into the silk sheets of her massive bed, her body still flushed and glistening. 

Thick white streaks painted her massive double-F tits, dripping slowly down the curves and pooling around the thin chain necklace. The keys to Gary's chastity cage sat perfectly between those cum-slick breasts, resting right above her pierced nipples that stood stiff and shiny.

She looked straight into the camera, her thick juicy lips curved in a knowing smile. "Hey everyone, thanks for tuning in to another wild session. I hit 6.5 million of you live tonight, and I love every single one of you watching me get railed." She reached up and lazily fingered the keys, letting them clink against her cum-covered skin.

"But I've got some special news for my fans. I've taken on a new virgin submissive. He's really sweet and caring, just the kind of genuine guy I've been looking for. He's locked in chastity right now, and I'll be sharing more updates over the coming weeks. Stay tuned, because this little guy is going to be part of my life."

Gary lay naked in his own bed across town, the flat steel cage clamped mercilessly around his three-inch cock. The metal pressed his shaft flat while his balls throbbed below, swollen and sensitive. His phone screen showed every detail of Angela's post-fuck glow. When her words hit him, his entire body tensed. 

She was talking about him. To millions of people. His cock surged hard inside the cage, straining against the unyielding bars until pain mixed with desperate pleasure. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, soaking into the sheets as his hips twitched involuntarily.

He had never felt so anxious, nervous, and turned on in his whole life. His face burned with humiliation and excitement. The world's most famous pornstar had just announced his submission to her massive audience, and all he could do was lie there locked up, rock hard in denial, listening to every word while his trapped dick pulsed uselessly.

He wondered what she had planned next.

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Gary wheeled his cart through the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local grocery store in Australia. His slim five-foot-six frame moved with the usual awkward shuffle of a twenty-one-year-old virgin who spent more time alone than he cared to admit. He reached for a pack of cereal on the shelf when he turned the corner and froze in place.

There she stood just a few feet away: a five-foot-eleven brunette whose ass looked impossibly firm and juicy. It was packed into skin-tight low-rider black latex pants that clung to every curve like a second skin. 

A bright red thong rode up above the waistband. The thin strip of fabric disappeared between her cheeks as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The latex stretched tight over her rounded buttocks. Every slight movement made the material creak softly and highlighted the deep cleft between them.

Gary felt his three-inch cock stiffen instantly inside his jeans. It twitched hard against the fabric as blood rushed south. He could not look away from the way her ass filled out those pants. The red thong peeked out prominently. It framed the top of her crack in a way that made his mouth go dry.

She pivoted slowly on her heel to face the opposite shelf. His gaze shot upward to her white top stretched tight over massive double-F breasts. The pierced nipples poked visibly through the thin material. Silver bars caught the light with each breath she took. The heavy globes swayed gently with her motion. They strained against the fabric and created deep cleavage that drew his eyes like magnets.

Recognition hit him like a jolt. She looked exactly like Angela. She was his favorite Australian pornstar. This was the woman whose videos he had jerked off to for years. He had imagined her lips wrapped around his small cock or her body grinding down onto his lap in countless late-night sessions.

She took another step forward and reached for an item on the shelf. The resemblance solidified into absolute certainty. It really was her. Gary’s face burned crimson. A deep flush spread from his neck to his ears as he stood frozen just a few feet away. 

His small cock throbbed insistently. A bead of precum already soaked into his underwear while his mind raced through every scene he had watched her in. He recalled her riding thick cocks on screen. He remembered her moaning as cum splattered across her pierced tits. Every fantasy now felt dangerously close to real in this ordinary grocery aisle.

Gary remained rooted to the spot in the grocery aisle, his slim five-foot-six frame trembling as his three-inch cock pushed visibly against the denim of his jeans. A wet patch spread from the steady leak of precum, making his arousal impossible to hide while he stared at her without shame. 

Angela pivoted on her heel, her massive double-F breasts shifting under the white top as the silver bars through her pierced nipples pressed outward. Their eyes connected directly, and she caught him devouring every inch of her with his gaze fixed on the red thong peeking above her tight black latex pants.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice smooth and laced with amusement as she took in his flushed expression and the small bulge throbbing in his pants.

Gary's cheeks burned a deeper crimson. Words tangled on his tongue for several long seconds before he managed to force them out in a shaky rush. "H-hi, m-my name is G-Gary. I am a huge fan of your work, Angela."

Her perfectly arched eyebrow lifted while a soft smile curved her lips. She stepped closer until his line of sight sat level with her heavy tits, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal the way her nipples stood out. Inside her head she noted how this short slim tiny guy at least showed honesty by admitting his admiration right away, even with nerves shaking his voice and that obvious small erection straining his pants.

Angela extended her hand and wrapped her fingers around his for a firm shake. "Thanks, it is always nice to meet a fan," she replied. She held the contact a moment longer than necessary, leaning in just enough for her breasts to hover near his face before adding in a playful tone, "You look like you've watched every one of my scenes more than once. Tell me, which one gets you this worked up the fastest?"

Gary went fully scarlet again, his mouth opening and closing as fresh stutters poured out. "I-I... all of them... especially the ones where you... you know..." He trailed off, completely awestruck by her presence and unable to form anything more coherent while his small cock twitched harder against the soaked fabric.

Angela tilted her head slightly, her full lips parting in a knowing smile as she studied the way Gary's slim frame quivered in front of her. His eyes stayed locked on the swell of her double-F breasts straining against the white top, the silver bars of her nipple piercings pushing out clearly through the fabric. 

His three-inch cock remained painfully hard, the wet spot on his jeans spreading as more precum leaked from the tip and soaked through the denim.

She leaned in just enough for her voice to drop lower, still playful but direct. "Tell me, Gary. Which of my movies or scenes do you love the most? I want to know you're a real fan."

Gary's face flushed an even deeper red, his mouth working open and closed several times before any words came out. He stuttered hard, voice cracking with nerves and anxiety. "I-I... the one where you... you were the latex police officer... that one gets me every time. And the prison officer scene... where you... you know, take control. The CEO one too, with the... the boardroom and everything. And all the cuckolding ones... the movies where you make the guy watch while you... you do those things."

Angela's eyebrow arched higher, genuine interest flickering across her face as she realized how deeply this short, slim virgin was drawn to her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself, noting how his small erection kept twitching visibly in his pants while he spoke, his entire body tense with embarrassment and raw desire. 

Without breaking eye contact she reached out, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm, the touch warm and deliberate as she gave a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for being such a dedicated fan and watching all my content," she said, her tone warm yet laced with a hint of command that matched the themes he had just confessed to loving. "It means a lot to hear that from someone who clearly appreciates the power dynamics I play with."

Angela kept her hand on his forearm, her fingers tracing lightly over his skin as she leaned in closer, her massive double-F breasts nearly brushing against his face. "What are your favorite positions, Gary? Tell me the ones that make you the hardest when you have sex."

Gary's slim body tensed even more, his three-inch cock twitching visibly in his jeans with another spurt of precum soaking the fabric. He stammered and blushed furiously, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't... I don't really know any positions. I haven't... I mean, I just watch."

She tilted her head, a playful yet commanding glint in her eyes as she studied his nervous reaction. "Are you a virgin, Gary?"

He nodded hard, his face turning a deep crimson with embarrassment, his small frame shaking as he avoided her gaze but kept stealing glances at her pierced nipples poking through the white top.

Angela's smile widened with clear delight, her expression lighting up as she pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. "Put your number in here. I'd like to meet you again. It's refreshing to meet a real virgin who appreciates my work."

Gary's hands trembled violently as he took the phone, his fingers fumbling over the screen while he typed in his number. Shock, amazement, excitement, and nerves flooded through him all at once, making his heart race and his tiny erection ache. She watched him with that same flirty smile, her tall frame towering over him.

Once he handed the phone back, Angela grinned, turned on her heel, and walked away down the aisle. His eyes stayed glued to the sway of her round ass in those tight low-rider black latex pants, the red thong riding high above the waistband, the way her curves moved with every step, and the confident flirty energy she radiated. 

He stood frozen in place, unable to believe he had just spoken to his favorite Australian pornstar, confessed his deepest fantasies about her femdom and cuckolding scenes, and watched her take his phone number with genuine interest in his virginity.

Angela pulled into her driveway after completing her grocery shopping and parked her car in the garage. She gathered the bags filled with fresh produce, snacks, and other essentials from the trunk before carrying them inside her spacious home. 

Once in the kitchen, she placed each bag carefully on the marble countertop and began unpacking the items one by one, sorting them into the refrigerator and cabinets with deliberate movements. After finishing with the groceries, she felt a familiar urge building inside her and decided to head downstairs to her private space.

She walked over to the hidden door at the back of the house and descended the long staircase into her basement, which she had transformed into a fully equipped BDSM dungeon. The room featured black walls lined with an array of restraints including leather cuffs, metal chains, and silk ropes hanging from hooks. 

Whips of various sizes, paddles, and floggers were mounted neatly along one entire wall, while a large St. Andrew's cross stood prominently in the center next to a sturdy wooden spanking bench and a padded examination table. Dim red lighting cast shadows over the space, highlighting the collection of dildos, butt plugs, and other toys arranged on shelves.

Angela moved confidently across the concrete floor toward a tall wooden closet positioned in the far corner. She opened the heavy door, revealing an organized array of fetish equipment inside, such as harnesses, collars, and various locking devices. 

Reaching in with both hands, she selected a small flat steel chastity cage from its designated spot on the shelf. She held the compact device up to examine it closely, turning it over to inspect the smooth metal surfaces and the secure locking mechanism that would keep a submissive's cock tightly confined.

As she stood there gripping the chastity cage, Angela's mind wandered back to the nervous young man she had encountered earlier at the grocery store. She pictured Gary's slim five-foot-six frame, his average build, and the way his tiny three-inch cock had visibly hardened in his pants during their conversation. 

Thoughts filled her head about how she could use a bitch exactly like him to clean up after her intense filming sessions. She imagined ordering him to kneel between her legs and use his tongue to lap up every drop of cum from her dripping pussy and stretched ass once her co-stars had finished unloading inside her. 

His inexperience as a virgin combined with his eager submissive reactions during their brief chat made him seem like the perfect candidate for such humiliating tasks, where he would serve without any expectation of his own release.

Angela continued to reflect on the possibilities while holding the steel device. She envisioned locking his small cock away in this very chastity cage, denying him any pleasure while he focused entirely on servicing her used holes with his mouth after each shoot. 

The idea excited her deeply, as she saw potential in his shy demeanor and genuine admiration for her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself in the quiet dungeon, feeling convinced that she may have just found what she was looking for in the form of this eager virgin fan who could become her dedicated cleanup cuckold.

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Part 1 & Part 2

The heavy front door swung open with a dramatic creak, revealing Claire in her full black latex catsuit that clung from her neck down to her booted feet, the glossy material molding every curve of her large breasts, narrow waist, and thick juicy ass like a second skin. 

She held a sleek riding crop in her right hand, the thin leather tip dangling menacingly, while the small key to Kai's chastity cage gleamed against her deep cleavage, nestled securely between her massive tits.

Claire snapped the crop down hard against the stone threshold, the sharp crack echoing through the night air. 'Strip naked right now, worm,' she commanded, her voice a low, bossy growl laced with unyielding authority. 'Then drop to your hands and knees where you belong.' Her blue eyes locked onto his green ones, piercing and demanding total obedience.

Kai's heart hammered in his chest, his caged cock straining futilely against the flat steel confines, but her confidence overwhelmed him completely. 

Trembling hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, peeling off his clothes in frantic haste—shirt, pants, underwear—all discarded in a heap beside his suitcases on the driveway. Naked and exposed, his thin body shivered in the cool evening air as he sank to his hands and knees, palms pressing into the gravel, knees scraping lightly, ass presented slightly upward.

Claire stepped forward with grace, snapping shiny steel shackles around his wrists first, the cold metal clicking shut with finality, chaining his hands close together. 

She moved behind him, securing matching shackles on his ankles, limiting his crawl to short, humiliated shuffles. A thick leather collar encircled his neck next, buckling tight with a padlock, the attached leash dangling from her gloved hand. Finally, she pried his jaw open and shoved the red rubber ball gag deep into his mouth, buckling the straps behind his head, stretching his lips wide around the unyielding sphere.

She cracked the riding crop across his bare ass cheeks twice, the sting blooming red welts that made him yelp into the gag. 'Good boy,' she purred. 'Time for a much deeper medical exam down in my playroom.' Grabbing the leash, she yanked hard, forcing Kai to crawl after her as she strode inside, his shackled limbs struggling to keep pace on the polished marble floor.

She doesn't wait or take things slow at all, Kai thought wildly, drool already bubbling around the ball gag and dripping from his chin, his rock-hard cock leaking pre-cum steadily into the chastity cage, the pressure agonizing yet intoxicating. His clothes and suitcases lay abandoned outside the gates, which now swung shut behind him with a ominous clang.

Claire smirked down at him, her dark red hair cascading over one shoulder as she towered above his crawling form. 'You won't need those pathetic rags or your junk anymore, pet. Everything you are belongs to me now.' She led him down the dimly lit hallway, her boots clicking authoritatively, snapping the crop against his ass cheeks every few steps to urge him faster—crack, crack—each strike jolting his body and sending fresh throbs through his trapped dick.

'Your father was such a disappointment,' she teased, her voice dripping with mocking disdain as she tugged the leash harder. 'Too vanilla, too weak to handle a real woman like me. But you, Kai? You'll be the perfect submissive bitch I've been craving—locked, gagged, and crawling for my every whim.' 

Kai's green eyes watered with submission, pre-cum oozing from the cage's slit in a steady drip onto the floor, saliva pouring from his gagged mouth as he crawled obediently, his mind surrendering utterly to her dominance, body aching for whatever depraved medical play awaited.

Claire tugged the leash with deliberate cruelty, her latex-clad thighs flexing as she dragged Kai down the echoing hallway, his shackled knees scraping against the cold marble floor with every humiliated shuffle. 

The riding crop whistled through the air before cracking sharply across his right ass cheek, then the left, leaving fiery red stripes that made his tiny caged cock throb and leak more pre-cum onto the tiles. Drool poured from his stretched lips around the red rubber ball gag, his green eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperate arousal as he crawled faster to keep up.

She stopped at a massive iron door on the left side of the hall, its surface pitted and rusted for an intimidating effect, etched with faint medical symbols twisted into perverse icons. Claire fished a heavy key from between her latex-squeezed breasts, the key to his cage glinting momentarily before she inserted it into the lock with a grinding click. 

The door swung open on squealing hinges, revealing the stark BDSM medical room beyond: gleaming steel cabinets lined with syringes, probes, and restraints; a central gurney bolted to the floor with thick leather straps; overhead lights casting harsh shadows; and racks of devices humming faintly with latent power.

'Inside, bitch,' she barked, yanking the leash to pull him over the threshold. Kai crawled in obediently, his heart pounding, sweat beading on his pale skin despite the cool air. Claire kicked the iron door shut behind them with a resounding boom, then knelt to unlock the shackles on his wrists and ankles. The metal clattered free, but before he could rub his sore joints, she grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his gaze up to her smirking face. 'Don't even think about standing, pet. Your new life starts now.'

She strode to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a full black rubber gimp suit, the thick material shiny and unforgiving, complete with an attached hood, built-in mittens, and a rear zipper access. Holding it up like a trophy, she dangled it before his face. 'Time to get dressed in your new clothes, Kai. This rubber prison will encase every pathetic inch of you—making you nothing but my toy.' Her voice dripped with bossy delight as she unzipped the back seam and stepped behind him.

Kai trembled on all fours as Claire worked the suit onto his body with clinical efficiency. She started with his feet, forcing his toes into the tight rubber stockings that gripped like a vice, the material stretching taut over his skinny legs and up his thighs. She yanked the bulk over his narrow hips, the rubber molding to his flat steel chastity cage, compressing it further and amplifying the ache in his trapped three-inch erection. 

His thin torso disappeared next, the suit squeezing his ribs and belly until he gasped around the gag, the glossy black latex sealing him from toes to neck in a second skin that restricted every breath and movement.

She shoved his hands into the integrated mittens last—thick rubber fists with heavy balls inside that locked his fingers into useless, balled-up claws. No gripping, no freedom; his hands rendered completely impotent. 

Finally, she pulled the hood over his head, aligning the eye holes and mouth opening around the protruding ball gag, zipping it shut at the back of his skull. His soft white hair vanished, his feminine features anonymized, the world narrowing to the rubber's oppressive embrace and Claire's towering form. Only his green eyes peered out desperately, his entire body now a shiny, helpless black rubber encasement, cock cage bulging obscenely against the crotch.

Claire clipped the leash back to his collar and led him—now waddling awkwardly on useless fists and knees—to the steel gurney in the room's center. 'Up you go, worm.' She hoisted his lightweight frame onto the padded surface with ease, positioning him on his back. 

Methodically, she restrained him completely: thick leather cuffs snapped around each wrist, pulling his balled fists to the upper corners and bolting them down with padlocks. Ankle cuffs followed, spreading his rubber-sheathed legs wide and locking them to the lower rails, exposing his ass fully. 

A wide chest strap pinned his torso flat, another across his thighs, and a final one over his forehead immobilized his head. He tested the bonds frantically—muscles straining, rubber creaking—but not a millimeter of give. Utterly helpless, splayed and vulnerable.

Stepping back to admire her work, Claire unzipped two small ports over his nipples, exposing the pink buds through the rubber. She pinched each one hard, twisting until he whimpered into the gag, then attached heavy vibrating clamps—chrome jaws that bit down with electric teeth. 

She flicked a switch on the control panel nearby, and the clamps buzzed to life, vibrating intensely against his sensitive flesh. Random jolts of electricity followed at unpredictable intervals—zap!—searing pain shooting through his chest, making his body arch futilely against the straps, pre-cum surging in his cage.

Her gloved hands moved lower, unzipping the ass flap of the suit to reveal his smooth, hairless cheeks. Claire selected a massive fucking dildo from a wall mount—twelve inches long, girthy as his wrist, mounted on a hydraulic piston arm that she aligned precisely with his virgin asshole. 

She squirted thick lube onto the bulbous head, slathering it generously before smearing more into his tight pucker with two probing fingers. 'This will ream your ass open, boy,' she taunted, pressing the tip against his hole. With a mechanical whir, she activated it—the dildo thrust forward slowly at first, stretching his ring wide, then picked up a relentless rhythm: in deep, out halfway, pounding his prostate with every brutal stroke. 

Kai's muffled screams vibrated the gag as his ass clenched and yielded, the invasion filling him completely, sparks of unwanted pleasure igniting alongside the burn.

Satisfied with his ass-fucking, Claire knelt between his spread thighs and unlocked the flat steel chastity cage with the key from her cleavage. The device clicked open, and his pathetic three-inch cock sprang free—rock-hard, veiny despite its small size, twitching desperately in the open air, slick with backed-up pre-cum. 

'Look at this tiny prick,' she laughed, slapping it lightly to make it bob. She fitted a clear vacuum pump over it, sealing the tube around his base and activating the slow suction cycle. The pump tugged rhythmically—pull, release, pull—edging him mercilessly at a glacial pace, swelling his cock to its max without mercy, denying orgasm as his balls tightened in agony. Kai moaned loudly into the gag, hips bucking uselessly, the edging drawing guttural pleas from his drooling mouth.

Not done, she slapped adhesive pads onto his smooth balls, wiring electrodes that hummed with latent charge. A quick zap tested them, making his sack contract and his body jolt. Next, she lubed a thin sounding rod—stainless steel, beaded for extra teasing, removed the pump on his cock—and gripped his cockhead, parting the slit. 

Slowly, she inserted it, inch by inch down his urethra, the intrusion burning and stretching his piss tube until it seated deep, blocking any hope of release. Kai's eyes rolled back, tears streaming as the rod locked in with a clip. 

She placed the pump back on and switched it to a slow pump.

Claire wrapped a tight medical band around his upper arm, the sensor beeping to life and displaying his skyrocketing heart rate on a nearby monitor—140 bpm and climbing. Finally, she unbuckled the ball gag, yanking the soaked red rubber from his jaw with a pop, strings of saliva trailing. 

His mouth hung open, gasping, but she silenced him swiftly by fitting a breathing control mask over his face—sealed rubber with tubes connected to a regulator. She adjusted the valves, restricting his inhales to shallow sips, exhales forced and ragged, her finger on the dial dictating his very breath.

Standing back, hands on her latex hips, Claire circled the gurney like a lion, crop tapping her thigh. The dildo hammered his ass steadily—thud, squelch—pump edging his tiny cock, clamps buzzing and zapping his nipples, electrodes tingling his balls, sounding rod plugging his shaft, mask choking his air. Kai writhed in ecstasy and pain, heart monitor beeping wildly, rubber suit slick with sweat underneath.

'I dreamed of strapping your father down here,' she teased, leaning close to whisper through the mask, her breath fogging the visor. 'Making him my bitch, fucking his ass raw while his little ego shattered. But he was too weak, too straight-laced. So I'll settle for you, Kai—his pathetic son, even tinier, even more broken. You'll take everything he couldn't, leak and beg in this rubber hell forever.' She cranked the dildo's speed higher, twisted the pump to suck harder, and shocked the nipple clamps—zap!—drawing a strangled howl from his controlled lungs.

His three-inch cock pulsed in the edging vacuum, balls electro-shocked, ass reamed, breaths rationed, body a symphony of denial and overload, mind dissolving into total submission as Claire watched, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

Claire's blue eyes sparkled with wicked glee as she plucked a sleek remote control from a nearby tray, her latex fingers dancing over the buttons. She thumbed the dial for the hydraulic dildo first, cranking it to maximum depth and speed. 

The machine whirred louder, the thick shaft plunging deeper into Kai's ass—fourteen inches now, stretching his hole to its limit, slamming against his prostate with punishing force. Each thrust hammered in balls-deep, withdrawing just enough to let his ring clench before ramming back, the lube squelching obscenely as his cheeks jiggled from the impacts. Kai's rubber-encased body bucked against the straps, his muffled cries echoing through the breathing mask, ass muscles spasming around the invading cock.

She synced the second remote to his heart rate monitor, linking the electrodes on his nipple clamps and balls to an automatic feedback loop. As his pulse skyrocketed—beep-beep-beep racing past 160 bpm from the ass-fucking onslaught—the system detected the surge. Zap! 

Sharp electricity crackled through the vibrating clamps, searing his nipples like fire, making his chest convulse. Simultaneously, the ball electrodes fired, jolting his sack with a deep, throbbing burn that contracted his nuts tight. His heart rate dipped instantly to 120, the shocks calibrated perfectly to deny climax, pulling him back from the edge every time pleasure built too high.

Claire leaned over his immobilized form, her large breasts straining the latex as she gripped the vacuum pump tube encasing his three-inch cock. Inside the clear cylinder, his shaft swelled desperately, veins bulging, head purple and leaking. She twisted the sounding rod lodged deep in his urethra—thin steel beads scraping his inner walls, stirring the sensitive channel while the pump sucked rhythmically. 

Pull... hold... release... the vacuum edged him mercilessly, drawing his cock to full girth then easing off, repeating the cycle over and over. She jiggled the rod playfully, fucking it in and out a fraction, blocking any cum path as pre-cum bubbled around it, trapped and denied. 'Feel that, slut? Your tiny dick weeps for release, but I own every drop.'

The breathing mask hissed rhythmically, valves opening for shallow inhales—two seconds in, four out—forcing his chest to heave in controlled panic. Claire adjusted the oxygen mix lower, stars dancing in Kai's vision as hypoxia amplified every sensation: the dildo reaming his ass raw, nipples throbbing from zaps, balls tingling, cock edged to insanity. 

His mind fractured under the onslaught, green eyes glazing over in the hood's slits. This woman—Claire, his father's ex, his doctor—wielded total control, her kinks a labyrinth of machines and pain that pinned him utterly. No escape, no mercy; he surrendered 100%, her submissive toy, body and will broken to her whims.

Grinning, she affixed wireless earphones over the hood's ears, sealing them tight. She tapped her phone, queuing audio files: her own moans filling his skull—deep, throaty gasps turning to screams of orgasm. 'Fuck me harder... yes, pound my pussy... oh god, I'm cumming!' Her voice, raw and ecstatic, looped with wet slaps of flesh, her climaxes peaking in shuddering wails. The sounds drilled into his brain, syncing with the ass-pounding dildo, making his cock twitch violently in the pump. Edge after edge built, his hips straining futilely, balls churning.

Heart rate spiked to 170—zap! Nipple clamps electrocuted, balls shocked, breath cut shorter. Pump slowed to a crawl, sounding rod twisted to plug deeper, halting the cum surge. Kai howled into the mask, tears soaking the rubber interior, body quaking.

'You hear that, Kai? That's me getting fucked properly—big cocks stretching my juicy ass and pussy, making me squirt while you leak in your little tube.' Claire circled the gurney, crop snapping his inner thigh. 'Your dad couldn't give me this. He whimpered like you, but ran. Now his virgin son takes it all—ass gaping, cock ruined, heart racing for my amusement.'

Dildo accelerated, burying to the hilt faster, prostate milked relentlessly. Audio swelled: her orgasms crashing, 'Cum inside me... fill my cunt!' His cock ballooned in the pump, pre-cum frothing—heart 175—zap-zap! Electricity ripped through nipples and balls, vision whiting out, breath rationed to gasps. Pump halted suction, rod blocking the tip, orgasm crushed again.

She played with the rod more, sliding it halfway out then shoving it back, beads massaging his urethra while the audio teased her pleasures. 'Pathetic three-incher. You'll never fuck anyone. Just edge forever, zapped like a bug.' Heart climbed anew—zap! Denial looped endlessly.

Kai's world narrowed to her control: ass fucked mercilessly, cock edged in vacuum hell, shocks policing his arousal, breaths owned, ears flooded with her ecstasy he could never touch. Utter submission consumed him, Claire's degradation sealing his fate as her eternal, denied plaything.

She was just getting started.