Sophia spun the ring around her finger. It seemed a tad elastic, and it was big enough that it looked like her finger was doing hoola-hoops as she spun it around. "Do you know what this is?" She asked me, popping her lips as she finished the question.
"A hoop?"
She snorted. "Not quite. It's a ring. Want to guess what for?" I shrugged my shoulders, clueless. "It's for your cock," she explained, playing with it. "It vibrates on command. This is your punishment for having sex without permission: you're going to wear this while I go out on patrol, and I will play with this little remote here whenever I think of you." I strongly suspected the remote wouldn't work, given the distances, but I wasn't going to correct her on that unless she forced me to. I could definitely understand finding the idea of fiddling with a remote being much hotter if it was actually doing something. "When I get back," she said, draping one arm halfway around my neck, her fingertips brushing along the back of it, "you're also going to be wearing something special and sexy."
"Besides the cockring?"
"Yes," she said, some trace of annoyance in her voice at my dumb question. "I got you a sexy costume, since I already know your sizes," she explained, putting down the ring and remote, reaching into her backpack to fish something out. It amounted to a gold speedo with some purple drapery of semitransluscent silk, plus a collar and a chain. She smiled as she held it up, a certain giddiness in her expression as I didn't immediately recoil from the suggestion. "You'll be wearing it when I get back, got it?"
"You don't want me to put it on now?" I asked, taking the clothes from her.
"No... no, I want to see it for the first time right when I'm about to fuck you," she said. My complete acquiescence to her sexual whims was clearly getting her in an increasingly intense mood, obvious lust in her gaze. "Oh, ah, one other thing. To make sure you wear the ring the whole time, and that you don't go find some other parahuman to fuck, Emma's gonna come 'mind' you. Let her do whatever to you, I don't care. Got it? You do this, and you're forgiven for fucking Mrs. Dallon without permission."
"Got it." She pulled me close, kissing me wetly on the lips for a long few seconds, then pulling back, smiling brightly.
"Let's get that cockring on, I've been waiting to try it out ever since I bought it." She immediately just pulled my pants down, my erect cock popping free as the jeans went below it, earning a giggle from her. "Somebody's looking forward to this," she teased, with a wicked little smile, stroking my cock slowly. Her delicate fingertips traced out my length, as if she was considering just fucking me right then and there and forgetting the whole denial play thing.
She managed to overpower such urges, instead slipping the cockring around my hard dick. Its elastic nature made slipping it on easy, and it felt tight around my base as she put it in place. She then reached for the remote, hitting a couple buttons to set the thing on my cock to buzz. I groaned in response to the sensation. "Feels good, huh, slut?" I nodded in agreement, and she started playing with the settings, watching my expression with blatant and unrepentant interest, trying to work out exactly what I liked best and what I didn't. I shivered in place, pants around my ankles, while she was completely dressed. It was a very... different, kind of sexual experience from what I was used to, but I didn't hate it. I wasn't sure I'd like it so much in a few hours after the thing had been left on a low buzz, but hey.
Eventually, she settled on a setting, my cock twitching and bobbing in place from the stimulation applied to it. She licked her lips again, the basic impulse to see me come almost destroying all her plans once again, before she finally put the remote in her back pocket and kissed me on the cheek. "See you, slut. Emma will be over in like half an hour, be here, got it?"
"Got it," I agreed, watching as she left. The buzz was pleasant, a constant gentle teasing force on my dick which made it very hard for me to lose my erection. Even though by the time Emma had shown up I'd pulled back on my pants, I was still rock hard, my erection raging against the fabric and straining to complete.
"Hey," was all she said as she entered Sophia's house. Her mom apparently worked late and was rarely, if ever, home, which meant that Emma could do basically whatever she wanted here. She sighed, sitting down in front of the television and flicking it on. I decided to sit down next to her, but she continued to give me this incredibly taciturn response, just flicking between channels.
"So... you mad at me, or just not interested in this whole thing?"
"You and Sophia really fucked things up with Sam," was her simple, succinct response. She gave me a quiet glare out of the corner of her eye, and I could only helplessly shrug. What was I supposed to do, in a situation like that, really?
"You still with him?"
"No, I'm not going to come over to do weird denial play stuff if I have a boyfriend," she said, almost sneering, as if she concluded that because it was something I thought was possible, it also meant that Sophia was sleeping around. She glanced at my groin, where the ring was still going at a quiet buzz, keeping me rock hard. Then she turned her expression back to the television, disdain visible on her features.
While technically I would be fine as long as I didn't come without Sophia's aid, it was... weird. Not right. I was pretty sure Sophia had meant for Emma to fuck me like a sex toy, and now Emma was just ignoring me. I leaned forward as Emma finally started watching some documentary that discussed the mating habits of octopi; apparently they die shortly after their first batch of eggs hatch.
The buzzing in my groin was becoming gradually harder to bear. My eyes drank in Emma's body: she looked good, soft skin and pretty red hair, gentle lips, a feminine face and a slender body with a few curves in key places. I just wanted her to fuck me at that point, whatever part of my brain should have informed me that I was courting the agonizing experience of long orgasm denial currently being completely nonresponsive and surrendering to base urges. I broke the silence. "Don't you want to punish me for messing things up with you and Sam? I deserve to be sexually tormented for that."
Emma turned to look at me, her expression almost withering. "You really are a horny freak, aren't you?" Was all she said.
I tried to mentally put myself in this situation, rearranging all the relevant genders back to what they were in my own world. Girl is trying to get punished by guy, he's not going for it... "Yes, I'm a horny freak, Emma. I know you like guys who can come, but isn't it fine? You're not supposed to make me come, just to drive me crazy." I reached down with one hand for my groin, stroking the length of my hard cock through the fabric of my jeans. Her eyes automatically followed the movement, her lips gently quirking as she considered it. "It'll be fun to watch me almost come but not be able to, right?"
Her eyes went back up for mine, seeming to bore into me for a long few seconds. Then she shook her head. "Sophia's turned you into a brainless breeder, hasn't she?" She asked, but she stood up despite that question, shutting off the television.
I felt a wave of relief go through me as I rose to follow her. "Yeah. I'm completely addicted to sex. She fucks me several times a day, and sometimes even that's not enough." Emma's throat bobbed, a quiet swallow at the thought that was otherwise restrained. Did she want me to say more things like that? Most porn and smut here wasn't very sexy to me at all, so I tried to think back to what the equivalent scenario would have been in something rough from back in my world. The mind broken girl desperate for sex would say... "Please, fuck my horny cock, Emma," I breathed out. "I can't stand not having sex for this long. I'm nothing but a brainless himbo sex addict who needs cunt so bad that she'll take it even when she knows she can't come."
"She?" Emma prompted, looking at me with a note of confusion in her gaze.
Fuck. I don't think I'd ever fucked up the genders in that kind of reversed scenario before. I normally always managed to keep control there. Was I that damn horny? "S-sorry. I must be foggy-headed from how badly I need cunt, and it's making it hard for me to talk sensibly. Please put your warm wet hole around my needy cock, maybe my brain will restart enough I can do basic math and remember gender pronouns again." I said it with as much ridiculous, over the top desperation as I could put into it. Since I'd been kept at a low edge for an hour now, it wasn't that hard.
Emma just smirked at that, pushing me onto the bed as we arrived in Sophia's bedroom. "Let's see this hard cock of yours then," she said, a certain sinister glint in her eyes. I had to assume she was about to get some sadistic urges out on me, but I didn't really care, just undoing my jeans in a rush, yanking down my underwear as well. My length twitched and pointed directly up towards the ceiling, and Emma stared at it, tongue flashing along her lips as her eyes went back to meet mine. Her hand reached down for my length, beginning to stroke it, gently, almost as if she was afraid my cock would shrink at her touch, each brush of soft skin against my length clearly calculated to tease me to the maximum possible extent. "Hm, I don't know, is it really that bad? It just seems fine to me." She didn't pout or do some cute fake expression, she just smirked at me, knowing that I had no choice but to try to figure out the response that would get her to do more. "Guys get hard-ons even when they're not aroused sometimes, yeah?"
"I really, really want you to stroke it harder," I groaned out, my chest rising and falling with the tension in the moment. Her fingers gently wrapped around my length, beginning to give me the most delicate handjob I'd ever experienced in my life, her eyes alight with lust as she watched me twitch in place. "More, harder," I breathed out. When her movements stayed just as placid and gentle as ever, "Seriously."
"Seriously what?" She asked, with a rictus grin. "Seriously, jerk me off, Emma? I'm seriously sorry that I've become such a cunt-addicted himbo that I ruin dates with my behavior?" I nodded rapidly, ready to agree to anything, the faint buzz of the cockring making me increasingly desperate, along with just how close my body (falsely) thought it was to relief. "Say it. Say you're sorry."
"Sorry, sorry," I gasped out, and her thumb brushed against the underside of my cockhead, but she gave me no more than that. "Sorry, Emma! Sorry I've become such a c-cunt-addicted himbo, that I ruin dates with my behavior!"
"That's good," she breathed out, a genuine smile on her lips, clear arousal in her eyes as she quietly directed me to lie down on my back on the bed, placing my head on the pillow, her hand continuing to gently stroke my cock all the while. "You really should be sorry," she told me, her chest rising and falling with each aroused breath, her eyes twinkling with raw desire as her tongue flashed along her lips. "Horny little breeder that you are. You've completely reduced and debased yourself into Sophia's personal sex toy, you know? Let her completely own and control you. Let her choose your hairstyle, making you dye it blonde. Reshape your body when she forced you to get in shape. Redid your whole wardrobe. Yet..." she trailed off, twisting her wrist gently around my length for a moment, "you're so far gone you don't even care any more, do you?"
I just groaned as she squeezed down on the base of my dick, my hips twitching. She smiled wickedly at that, seeming to enjoy the feeling of sadistic power she was experiencing as she watched me submit to her every which way. At last, she slid down her skirt and panties, worming her way out of them, revealing a toned ass, pale thighs, and just a gorgeous, clean-shaven pussy. "Tell you what," she said, pulling her hand back from my dick, making it twitch outrageously at the sudden absence. "I'll fuck this needy cock of yours, after you make me come with that mouth of yours." She quickly repositioned herself over my face, pushing herself down atop me, her pussy rubbing at my nose and mouth.
I tilted my head upwards, grasping her ass cheeks, starting to run my tongue along her clit and lower lips, doing my level best to bring her off. She shivered and gently wiggled atop me, enjoying it, but it took long minutes before I even managed to find the right way to stimulate her to get the kinds of gasps of pleasure that tell you you're doing good, much less to make her come. "Mmm," she hummed, reaching down for my chin, "just like that, you little fuckdoll." I could hear the wet smack of her licking her lips, feel as she pressed back down atop my face, my hips bucking sporadically from the brain-destroying need to come. "Harder, harder you slut, or you'll never get my cunt again," she said, giggling a bit as that really did make me up my workload, slurping on her clit as my finger reached inside her, trying my hardest to bring her off.
It felt like an eternity before she finally did come, moaning and bucking in place, smearing juices all across my face in the process. I could hear the soft pants that left her throat as ecstasy overtook her, feel the goosebumps as they brushed against my cheeks. When she was finished coming, she began to move, right according to her previous province, soon hovering over my cock with her dripping wet sex. "You look so stupid right now," she told me, teasing my tip with her lower lips. When my hips bucked up on automatic, she pulled back. She tut-tutted me. "You're not in charge. Stay on your back like a good little sex toy."
I let my body fall back against the bed, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. Then she slammed herself roughly down my whole length, a wicked smile on her lips. "Since you can't come anyway, it's fine if it's rough, right?" She said the words with a delirious lust in them, beginning to pound her tight cunt up and down my length with frantic, overwhelming force. "I can just use you like I would a good dildo, slamming you in and out of my pussy, yeah?" I swallowed, groaning, going cross-eyed from the intensity of the sensations.
It wasn't gentle, but damn was it good, my breathing becoming erratic as her tight, wet pussy just gripped and squeezed my length, that sadistic grin on her face getting bigger and bigger, her hands pressing down on my stomach for balance as she furiously thrust up and down. "You love it, you horny little breeder," she said, her eyes aglow with lust, leering down at me. "You fucking little sex toy. You love being treated this way, don't you? Love being used. Love being a thing to get a woman off, huh? Even when you can't come, you're that messed up? I'd almost feel sorry for you, if I didn't know that it was your own dumb fault for going after Sophia, for letting her whore you out." At those words, she actually came, orgasming to her vicious degradation of yours truly, her hips grinding down against my pelvis, her cunt squeezing and molesting every last inch of my length, making my fingers clench and scrape along the sheets, gathering clumps of them. My body tried desperately to join her in ecstasy, but of course it was impossible.
As she came down, she proved one advantage that sexually aggressive women have over the sexually aggressive men of my world - much greater endurance following orgasm. She immediately began to ride me again, those thighs of hers thrusting her body up and down, her red hair flowing freely and wildly as she took me in that position. "I think it's fucking hot how Sophia's completely messed you up," she said, grinning all the while. "Honestly. It's annoying in real life, sure, but the idea of taking a guy and messing with his head for so long and so deeply that you wind up with one as messed up and horny as you? It's sexy," she explained. "Though, I wouldn't let somebody else borrow my meat dildo if I had one like you. And he'd have to be able to fucking come with me," she added, twisting and grinding her pelvis against mine, practically swallowing me up inside her.
That's how things went on for literal hours. Sometimes Emma would get tired enough to simply drape herself across me, her sweat-slick body pressing against mine as her tangle of red hair brushed against my bare skin. Other times, she'd start smacking my thighs, demanding I speak up, contribute to my own verbal degradation. But it never really stopped, other than the occasional water break she took to rehydrate before coming right back and going at it again, leaving me to quiver and jerk in a desperate but unmet need for orgasm. I wound up a sweaty mess by the end of things, my blonde hair tangled and darkened, my cock twitching even when Emma wasn't there as my brain short-circuited with the overwhelming need to come.
Before Sophia's arrival, Emma's phone had gone off with an alarm. She promptly took a shower, got dressed, and drank some water, leaving me to my own devices. I actually wound up trying to jerk off, the near-miss sensation of a perpetual unmet orgasm making me go a little crazy. When I heard the front door open, the distinctive profile of Sophia's footsteps reaching my place on the bed, I barely kept myself from simply rushing down to her in the nude, trying to pin her to the ground and fuck her senseless.
When Sophia did arrive, I was still jerking off, though. She actually laughed as she saw that, lips curled up in a wicked smile. "You know, I've never seen you do that," she said, as she approached me. Her movements weren't some sensual, graceful approach, but a cold stalking full of raw desire, her eyes trying to dissect me like you might an insect. Her fingers shaped as if to grab my cock, her hand moving forward, and the sense of tension, of need, increased as she drew close, knowing that just a little push would send me over the edge I'd been held at for hours. "Say you're sorry, slut," she said, rather than actually grasping my cock.
"Sorry," I said. "Sorry for having sex without permission." She smiled at that, and those fingers of hers wrapped around my dick, the vibrating cockring and her strokes quickly driving me over the edge. I came in no time at all, only three strokes necessary before my cum started spraying out in copious amounts. She put her hand over my tip then, palm pressed against my slit as my juices dripped down her palm and towards her fingertips.
When I was finished - and it felt like the longest orgasm of my life - there was a thick glob of cum spreading along her hand, and she pulled it up, actually licking it. More to taste than to actually clean, though it was still fucking hot, making my cock twitch in animal need. "Just a second, slut," she said, reaching for some tissues near her bed, cleaning my cum off with diligent movements.
She was wearing a pair of jeans that showed off her ass, a slimming, dark t-shirt, and I really couldn't take just waiting, not when she was this close. I rose from the bed, pulling off the cockring and tossing it to one side. She turned to look at me, and my hands just went to her jeans, popping the button, unzipping them. She gave me this wry look, as if she was looking at a child that was so adorable you weren't going to complain about it trying to steal some cookies from the jar. I didn't really care at the moment, my hard cock brushing against the thin fabric of her shirt as I simply yanked her pants and panties down and moved to shove myself inside her.
She laughed as I did so, having to bend her forward to get proper access, but she didn't resist at all. "You're real fucking pent up, huh?" She teased, as I gripped her hips, grunting as I started to thrust in and out of her sex. She was wet when I pushed myself in, though whether that was simply due to a fast response or due to longer arousal, I didn't know. In the moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was the fact that here was a pussy I could actually fucking come in, unlike the one that I'd been fucking for the fast few hours.
"Yeah," was all I managed to grunt out, in reply to her question. My hips slammed against her ass, my fingers keeping a tight grip on her hips as I shifted her over towards the bed, her hands pressing down against it as she was bent further forward. My balls slapped at her cunt, at her clit, and I just went at it with a kind of ferocity and dominance that I pretty much never showed Sophia. In the moment, though, she didn't mind at all, smiling and panting in pleasure as I furiously fucked her.
In retrospect, it made sense - you get home to your teased-senseless girlfriend and she pushes you down to ride you, it's pretty hot - but at the time I wasn't even thinking about whether or not she'd like it, only worried that she might use her power to escape my grasp. Not worried enough to stomp me from going at it with overwhelming force, jackhammering her cunt. Her body bounced forward and backward with each thrust, and my fingers grasped the base of her shirt, peeling it up and off, removing her sports bra a minute later, admiring her chocolate skin, already growing slick with sweat.
"Fucking horny little breeder," she breathed out, pumping up against me, my hands running up to her breasts and caressing them - then using my power to enlarge them to a great degree, simultaneously making her shiver in pleasure and come on my cock. The feeling of her newly-arrived funbags, her tight cunt squeezing down on my dick, combined with the fact that, even having just come, I was still on a hair trigger - it all worked together to push me into an incredibly intense orgasm. I bottomed out inside her and just came for what felt like hours, my fingers gripping the soft flesh of her tits, squeezing them so tight that they bulged in between my fingers.
When I was completely spent, I pulled out, panting and gasping in the afterglow. Sophia wiggled her butt a little, glancing over her shoulder at me, then stood up. With her enlarged breasts, she looked different, but she idly ran one finger along my cheek, running down towards my neck, then gently brushing along the skin. "You forgot something, slut," she said, her breath heavy as her thumb teased my Adam's apple. "I was looking forward to it all day. Do you remember what it was?"
"Fuck, right. The costume," I breathed out.
"Yeah. Put it on." Her voice was gentle but firm. More a coaxing order than something suggesting there'd be punishment for misbehavior. I grabbed it from its position on the dresser. It didn't take much time at all to put it on - it was basically a pair of underwear and a collar - and Sophia stared at my nearly-naked body, clearly finding me even more enticing with a faux-chain running down my chest than she had when I was completely naked. She reached for the chain, gently holding it as her eyes met mine, a wicked grin on her lips. "Slave," she said. The word was firm, fierce, clearly something she really wanted to say. "Lie down on the bed on your back." I obeyed diligently, putting my head down on the pillow. She wiggled her lips quietly, then peeled down the golden speedo she'd given me, having it tangled up around my thighs. Then she positioned herself above my cock, teasing her wet sex against the tip of my dick, facing away from me, so all I could see was her back.
Then she slammed herself down my length without further ado, her cunt squeezing and gripping my dick as she took me to the base. She held the faux-chain in one hand, halfway lashed under her arm, and began to grind and press her hips against my pelvis, her body twitching softly with a kind of angry need. The forward back movement stirred up her insides and gave my cock plenty of stimulation, making it twitch inside her as her breathing became more erratic.
Her hands clasped the leash and dragged me up by it, until my chest was pressed against her back, the chain delicately draped over her shoulder. The position - my chin digging into her shoulder - gave me a great view of her tits. "Play with my tits," she commanded, her voice firm as she spoke, wet and thick and intense. My hands went for her breasts, my own pale skin tone contrasting sharply with her dark ebony one. She let out little pants as she squirmed against me, grinding herself tighter and tighter against me, making me groan as she rode me. I teased her nipples, caressing her full tits as our bodies pressed together, that collar still holding my chin up against her shoulder as she kept a firm grip on my leash.
She wasn't paying much attention to my pleasure at all in that position, just enjoying herself, shifting her hips this way and that to get herself off. In time, she made me start playing with her clit. Forced me to kiss her neck. Each order was clear and crisp and given with clear delight and lust, as she basked in the feeling of power over me, my body pressed up tight against hers. Each time she came, she'd wind up jerking on the chain, briefly pulling me that much closer, restricting my breathing when she did.
When I finally came inside her, she'd come a good dozen plus times, her skin sticky with sweat as she kept me close to her, my chin seeming like it would have great difficulty being extricated from her shoulder, just by the sheer stickiness of the position. I finished off, and she rose from my lap, loosening her grip on the chain, letting her hand go down its length - but she didn't let go of it.
"Get on your hands and knees, slave," she commanded. I briefly hesitated, not really sure what sexual position that she could want that would have me like that, and her expression sharpened. "Hands and knees, slave," she repeated.
I obeyed the second time, getting on my hands and knees on her bed, presenting my bare ass to her, the little golden speedo tangled up around my knees by this point, purple silks brushing at my thighs. She stared, and I could hear her breath grow heavier as she did so. Then she leaned forward, one hand clasping my cock, the other having twisted my collar around so that the chain now ran down my back. A moment later, her tongue was in my ass, rimming me as she jerked me off, making me twist and jerk in pleasure as she kept up the bizarre and somewhat humiliating position.
It felt good, though. Those soft fingers stroking up and down my length. That tongue wiggling around, rooting as deep as it could get inside me, her chin pressing up against my pelvis. She was working me hard, hand sliding up and down my cock, stroking me with increasing force and intensity, fingers gripping my dick tight. It didn't take too long for me to finally come, groaning as I started firing cum down onto her sheets - after the first burst, she put her hand in front of my dick, cupping it as she pulled back from my ass.
"That was your reward for being a good slave. Thank your mistress," Sophia said, when I was completely spent, my cum coating the palm of her hand, marring dark skin with milk white.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, putting as much emphasis in the word as I could manage. She perked up at that, smiling and tossing her hair back with an obvious degree of pride.
She got off the bed to once again clean her hand off, and I shifted on the bed. "Pull that underwear back up, slave," she ordered, glancing my way with a casualness to her expression. I quickly did so, my hard-on finally having started to subside after four straight orgasms in short sequence. Once I was 'dressed,' and her hand was clean, she turned back to me. "Now. What will you not do in the future, slave?"
"Have sex with other women without permission." She looked at me expectantly. "Mistress."
She smiled at that, fingers gently lacing around the faux-chain again, and crawled into bed. She snuggled herself under the sheets, like she was about to go to sleep, and paused as she looked at me where I lay. "Go turn off the lights, slave. Then come back and go to sleep at my feet, like a dog." There was a hint of clear delight at that last statement and, hey, if it made her happy, I was willing to sleep in a weird way.
I turned off the light, but going to sleep at the base of the bed, the blanket draped over my nearly-naked body, Sophia putting her feet on my stomach... didn't actually work out. My legs dangled over the side when I tried to sleep on my back, and I had to curl up without a pillow when I slept on my side. "I really can't go to sleep like this," I said, at last. "Mistress," I added.
She grunted in acknowledgement, taking hold of my chain again and gently directing me up on the bed until finally pulling me down, so my cheek pressed against her stomach. "You can sleep there, then, slave."
I actually did manage to go to sleep there, her currently-enlarged breasts pushing lightly against the top of my head. 'Punishment' or not, I understood the appeal, and I didn't want to ruin the moment for her.
Obviously, the next day I got dressed normally and she stopped calling me slave.
