Caught by Desire Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Caught by Desire Ch. 01

... that was all it could do, there was no give, no room to expand.

The sensation wasn't enough that he would be able to cum but it would keep him stuck in a tortuous state of arousal, a state that would make him so goddammit horny that he'd do just about anything to jerk off but between his soon to be bound hands and the chastity cage, it was virtually impossible.

Another thought crept into his head though, about a desire to keep the cage on indefinitely, to always feel like a part of him was bound away, to remind him of just how submissive he truly felt on the inside. This thought was being amplified by just how turned on he was but he knew it wasn't a realistic one, as much as he wished it could be.

With the wand working it's magic, his legs firmly secured and drool starting to seep from behind the shiny gag, he set the final aspects of the plan into motion. Taking the TV remote from the nightstand, he flickered the screen on and went straight to the web browser. Making sure to turn the privacy mode on, he entered the address of his usual tube site and filtered over to the "Femdom" section.

Scrolling through the almost endless list of videos, he was looking for something that mostly appealed to him and then finally he found it, it was a video he'd watched countless times but always a favourite.

It was the typical scenario, a buxom dominatrix pouring out of a skin-tight latex catsuit with thigh-high leather boots sat upon a throne as a measly submissive crawled ...

... towards her on all fours, a latex hood covering his face, signifying just how lowly he was compared to her. It started with worshipping her boots and then, after much begging and pleading, slowly moving upwards until he was allow to satisfy her though he could only do so with a large dildo gag strapped into his mouth, he wasn't worthy of tasting her with his tongue.

With the video playing, he placed the remote back onto the nightstand and got ready to enact the final stage of his plan. Reaching down, he took the final padlock in his hand and inspected it, a simple three-digit combination lock that he'd used countless times. It was relatively simple, he'd set the unlock code and then close his eyes and just spin the dials until he felt they were mixed well enough. Normally it'd that him a couple of hours to work out the code so there never felt like a true danger of getting caught but the feeling of sheer helplessness that it brought on was exhilarating.

Popping open the lock, he placed his hands behind his back and felt his way through looping the hinge through the d-rings on the wrist cuffs. Once he felt like they were linked, he gave a quick pull to check and it confirmed that his wrists were connected and with that, he snapped the padlock shut and lay back to savour the moment.

The wand was working like a charm, the cage rattled constantly against it and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this turned on. His cock was still desperately trying to burst free ...