***CAGED*** **(A dream/erotic writing by @Luckyguy2019)** **.. (OnlyFans)

***CAGED***
**(A dream/erotic writing by @Luckyguy2019)**
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I nervously knocked on the hotel suite door and waited patiently for a response. I had no idea what to expect inside, but from the conversations I had been having for the last few months with the Mistress inside, I knew it would be an experience to remember.

The door finally opened and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Mistress Kora Bell standing there in all her dominant glory. Not only was she more gorgeous than in her pictures and videos, but a sense of power fairly oozed off of her. It didn’t hurt that was dressed like a dominatrix from a femdom porn-addict’s wet dream.
In other words, mine.

Black high-heeled boots pulled over tight black latex leggings, a shiny corset that hugged her dangerous curves and pushed her already incredible breasts up, black latex opera gloves, and a smile so wicked and dangerous I was almost afraid.
Almost.

But I didn’t run. I just stood there staring at her, mouth hanging open, knees weakening, and cock swelling in the metal cage she had insisted I wear. I never wanted to wear a cage for many reasons, not the least of which was that one of my favorite hobbies was sticking into warm wet openings, and when without a partner, jerking off. But somehow her ordering me to put it on was one of the most erotic things that had ever happened to me.

I had no idea how long she was going to make me wear it, but I would have agreed to just about anything for a chance to meeet her in person. I mean, how long could she expect me to wear it anyway? And since she had hinted I might be able to earn my way out, I eagerly agreed. It took me almost an hour, ice, and a lot of patience to get my best friend limp enough to put it on. And when the lock clocked shut and I pulled out the key I could feel myself swelling again.
Like I was swelling now.

“Come in,” she said in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Mistress Kora Bell,” I said and followed the first of her orders without question. I jumped a bit when the door slammed behind me and I heard the lock engage again. I tried to calm my breathing, but when I felt her hand on my shoulder I gasped slightly.

She grabbed my hair and yannked my ear down to her mouth. “Nervous?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress. A little.”
“You should be,” she said. “Now Strip.”

There was no pretense with her like I had experienced with the few other Dommes I had seen, no small talk or pleasantries. She was all business. And I loved it. I should have been embarrassed by taking my clothes off in front of a strange woman, but I had been dreaming of a moment like this forever, so I quicky stripped my clothes off and stood before her for inspection. She looked me up and down with a critical eye, then smiled again when staring at the cage. My cock was already stra1ning at the metal bars a bit, and my balls where uncomfortably squeezed out and exposed by the locked collar.

“Good boy,” she said, then held out her hand. “Key?”
A cold feeling grew in my stomach as I bent down and fumbled through my pants pocket. I quickly found the key and stood up, my hand shaking as I held it out to her. “For you, Mistress.”

She grabbed the thin chain and slipped it around her neck, the key hanging teasingly between her breasts. It was somehow comforting to see it there, I thought. Right where it was supposed to be.

She stepped closer, almost touching me, and looked up at me. “You don’t want to wear it, do you?”
“No, Mistress. I mean, yes, Mistress. I want to wear it for you.”
“Good answer. You’re going to learn to like it, I promise.” She ran her hand up and down my body in a sensual touch, and I swelled even more. Suddenly she stopped. “In fact, when I’m done with you, you’re going to b3g me to keep it locked up.”
“If you say so, Mistress,” I said, unconvinced.
“I do,” she growled, and her smile disappeared. She grabbed the cage tightly, spun around and started walking, and draagged me along behind her. I stumbled at first, but caught my footing, and followed her around the room. She giggled as she led me, then finally stopped before a chair. She turned to face me again, then sat down, still holding the cage in one tight fist. I came to an off-balance stop right before her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She asked.
“Mistress?” I said, confused.
She replied by switching her grip on the cage to cupping my balls, and squeezed. Pain flared through me and my knees buckled. As I slid to the floor she followed me down, squeezing the whole way. I wound up kneeing before her in agony, my face brushing her boots.
“You will always show your respect by kneeling before me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I chok3d out. “I’ll remember.”
“You better. If you ever forget, the punishm3nt will be much worse than a little squeeze.”
“I understand, Mistress. I’ll do better for you, I promise.”
“Then show me.”

I was confused for another moment, but as the smell of her leather boots wafted into my nose I got an inspiration. I tentatively kissed the tip of one boot, looked up to see her smile returning, and turned back to kiss her boots in earnest. To be honest, this was easy for me, as I had always had a boot fetish. The look and feel of them turned me on to no end, and to be allowed to worship a pair worn by such a powerful woman blew my mind.

As I finished kissing the first boot, she tapped my cheek with the other.
“Now lick,” she commanded.
I obeyed instantly, running my tongue all over the leather. After a while she grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, then pulled her boot up to point the heel at my mouth. I took the heel in my mouth without command, sucking it up and down. It was rough and I gaagged a few times, but even so I was in heaven.
Apparently so was she. “You’re very good at that, pet,” she said. If you’re lucky I might let you suck something bigger later. But for now, lay back.”

I moved around and laid back as I was told, wondering what was going to happen next. She stood up from the chair, kicked my legs open, then squatted between them. She reached out and started caressing my body again, sensuously stroking my skin. My mind churned with delight at this unexpected pleasure. Then she grabbed my balls gently, pulling and tugging in a maddeningly erotic way. Even in vanilla sex I loved having my balls tugged, so I groaned in pleasure.

“That feels so good, Mistress. Thank you for touching my balls.”
The gentle caress was replaced by another hard squeeze. I groaned and tightened up.
“These are MY balls, not yours. Mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress. They’re yours. All yours.”
“And what else is mine?” She squeezed again. Harder.
“My-- my cock, Mistress. I mean, your cock, Mistress. It’s yours. And my, your, orgasms.
Everything I have is yours.”

“That’s right, my pet. You. Are. All. Mine.”
She punctuated each word with another squeeze, and in spite of the pain, her/my cock rose as far as the cage would let me. My taunt flesh bulged from between the bars. Keeping one hand firmly on my balls, she ran her other one over my straining flesh in a mockery of a hand job. She laughed when my hips bucked with the delicious tortur3.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, it got worse. Or better. She put her mouth close to my tortur3d flesh and her warm breath caressed my skin when she spoke.

“I bet you love blowjobs, don’t you? Shovving that hard cock down a woman’s throat, feeling her lips and tongue sucking you off?”
“Yes, Mistress. I love that.”
“And you dreamed of having me suck your cock too, didn’t you?”
I panicked a for a second. Of course I had dreamed of that, but she was a Dominant woman and I didn’t know if that would pi$$ her off. Another crush of my balls grabbed my attention.

“Be honest with me, pet. Always.”
“Yes Mistress. I dreamed of you giving me a blow job, Mistress. I watched the video of you doing on your profile and pretended it was me. Please forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive. It’s only natural for a man to want a woman like me to suck him off. And I’m really, really good at it, you know. Here, let me show you.”

Her tongue darted out and began licking my skin between the bars. I moaned at that, caught between the pleasure of her tongue, the pain of the metal digging into my flesh, and the maddening desire to be out of the cage. She tortur3d me like that for long minutes, driving me more and more insane as her mouth drove me wild.

Then in one quick move she pulled the cage towards her face, opened her mouth, and slid the whole thing inside. She sucked gently as she pulled it out and my mind exploded. I lost track of how many times she did it, squeezing my balls as she sucked and teased. I could feel an orgasm building in me, but thanks to the cage it stayed at an agonizing distance. After what seemed like an eternity she slipped her mouth off of me.

I thrashed on the floor, and it took my fevered brain a few moments to form words. “Oh, please let me out, Mistress. Please let me feel your mouth and let me cum. Please.”
“It might take years to earn that, Pet, if you ever earn it at all,” She said, grinning wickedly at my raging desire. “So you’re staying in the cage for now. But since you’ve been such a good boy, I might let you cum. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. Please. But how…?”
“I have my ways,” she grinned. “And you might even enjoy a few of them. Now stand up and bend over the chair. Now!”

I did as I was told, feeling the weight of the cage dangling between my legs as I was bent over made me even hornier. As I listened to her fumbling with something behind me, my thoughts churned. How could possibly make me cum with the cage on? When I felt her warm hand on my back I knew I was about to find out.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” She commanded. So I reached back and did as I was told. I felt her gloved fingers spreading lube on my asshole. It felt good for a moment, then suddenly she slipped I don’t know how many fingers roughly inside me. I clinched for a moment, but she relentlessly drove her fingers deeper and I had no choice but to open up. I rose on my toes but her free hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back down.

“Stop fighting me,” she barked. “You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
I settled back down, and as her fingers brushed my prostate, an electric feeling pulsed through me. Just as I started to enjoy the feeling of her lubing me up, she pulled her fingers out and ordered me to turn around. When I did, I saw she had a thick black strapon cock jutting out from her hips. The sight of women wearing them had always turned me on, and my mind reeled as I was finally seeing one in the flesh.

“I want you to think back on all the women you’ve fucked over the years,” she said as she spread lube up and down the dildo. “Think about how you put that hard cock in them and pumped away and used them until you came. But now it’s your turn to get taken. Do you want that? Say it!”
I trembled with shame and desire. “Yes, Mistress. I want you to take me.”
“Of course you do. They all do. Now turn around and spread ‘em.”

Once again I obeyed, and gasped as I felt her rubbing the thick head against my hole. I tried to relax and open up, but it didn’t matter. With one hard thrust the strapon was a few inches inside me, stretching me out and filling me up. She pulled it back out and thrust it in again, over and over, deeper and deeper until she found a hard, rough rhythm.

This wasn’t the romantic type of pegging I had always dreamed of having. She was simply taking me as she had said, fucking me hard, using me like I had used women before. My eyes watered with the sensations rolling through me. Each time the tip of the strapon hit my gland I felt the shocking pulse again, and as it slipped by the dildo squeezed a little precum out of my caged cock head. Soon I was dripping and made a small puddle on the floor.

I was stunned to feel an orgasm building as she fucked me, and this time I knew I was going to explode. A few more thrusts and I was there, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through me, and thick jets of cum splattering the floor. I was lost in the sensations for a time, then felt the dildo slip out of me and I collapsed.

She stood over me, hands on her hips, strapon dangling, her mouth twisted into a frown. “You didn’t ask permission to cum.

My feeling of elation crashed at the thought of displeasing her. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It just happened. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
I'll forgive you. This time. But you may not get another if you keep messing up."

I thought of never feeling that again, compounded by the thought of making her mad knotted my stomach. "I understand."
“Good. Now, do you want to be fucked like that again?”
“Oh god yes, Mistress. I'll do whenever you want.”
“You may regret saying that. But okay. Prove it,” she said, and pointed her finger at the messy floor. “First, clean your mess.”

I hesitated, glancing around for a towel. Then she grabbed me roughly by the hair again and shoved my nose in the cum.
“With your mouth, pet. Lick it up.”

Another command I had been aching to follow for years. I leaned down and started licking my cum from the floor. I didn’t like the taste or taste or texture, and it was totally humiliating, but I was glad to do it to please her. When I was done, I looked up to see her wicked smile had returned.

“Next, remember what I told you at the door?” She asked.
“You said I would beg you to keep me locked up.”
“That’s right. So if you want me to use you again, you have a choice to make. I’ll take the cage off right now, and you can go back to fucking all the women you want, and jerking off in between,” She said, then leaned close to me. “And since you are kinda of cute, I might even suck that cock myself, like you were b3gging me to earlier.”
My skin flushed hot. “Or, Mistress?”

“Or you can keep it caged, and I’ll fuck you whenever I want, tortur3 you, tease you, deny you, use you, and teach you so many, many ways that you can please me.”

I stared into her eyes for a long moment, feeling my soul being sucked from my body. My decision had been made before I ever knocked on the door, and I knew it. I was in a literal and figurative cage of my own making.
And there was no place I would rather be.

I bent over and respectfully kissed both of her boots, then looked up at her with my own wicked smile. “Please, Mistress Kora Bell. Keep me caged.”