So this is the final chapter of my story. I’m Slut. I used to have a different name and was a hot piece of property, sinking my dick in any chick or boy I wanted. In my 30s I fucked Boy, a small caged boy who let me do what ever I wanted to him. I couldn’t stop fucking his tight ass. The next morning I woke up to being spanked and humiliated. That awoke something deep inside of me. I met Boys Sir, who I used to bully as a kid. His name is Patrick, but I only know him as Sir now.
It was a week after that punishing session where I embarrassed myself by cumming hands free from being smacked. It was so humiliating knowing my weakness. Sir told me to come back for a fitting this week. Not overly sure what he’s talking about but I was sure I’d find out.
The week went slowly, my dick throbbed and I felt like I could cum at anything. But then when I was fucking someone or masturbating I didn’t enjoy it. All I wanted was to submit over my ass for a punishment. I had this hot girl in my bed, I’d been chasing her from the gym for about 5 months. She was hot, blond, good sized breasts and an ass to die for. She finally got on her knees to suck my cock but my dick just wouldn’t work. So humiliating. I suggested that she smack my ass, but she looked at me weirdly and mentioned something about not getting it up. She left pretty quickly. My chance ruined.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but for that whole week I was horny but my dick just wouldn’t cum. Not matter how hard I tried, I would last for ever. I think deep down my body was telling me something my mind wasn’t accepting.
The week dragged on and on. I got a message from Boy. “Be at mine tonight at 7.45”.
I replied and got myself ready, he had a small list of things I needed to do. One of them was shave my penis area. I’m normally a masculine male, so I rarely trim let along ever shave. So I looked it up on the internet, so many smooth boys. I went over with my hair clippers to remove the longer hair and then with a razor to make myself silky smooth. By the end of it my dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum. In a fleet of horniness i decided to get my clippers to my tummy, chest, underarm and lower back. I didn’t have any hair in my upper back. I then took a razor to it. I was a silky smooth boy!
I looked in the mirror, where normally my naked boy would speak masculine man, thick deep cock, hair all over my well toned body, thick deep hairy armpits. I was now a silky smooth boy. No longer masculine, just a boy.
My dick was rock hard looking at myself in the mirror. I didn’t stop there. I took the razor to my butt, my legs and even my hair on my arms. I was now completely hair free from the neck down. All in all I spent two hours removing the hair from my body. It was rather humiliating but my dick was the hardest it’s been since the weekend before.
I washed myself and got ready to go to Boys house.
I arrived at Boys house, he was of course naked and his cock was still in that plastic cage. He was cleaning, again a usual sight. The door was open so I knocked and walked in. I removed all of my clothing and put them away from the door, and waiting for Sir to come and find me. As I stood looking at Boy my dick was getting harder and harder. I wondered what Sir had in store for me tonight and how much I wanted his hands over my hairless body. Boy came and positioned himself on his knees at my feet. I decided that Sir would want me on my knees also, so I copied Boy.
“You will make Sir very happy Slut” Boy smiled “you have done very well with your cleaning” he looked up and down my body, focusing on my dick.
“Thanks Boy” I said smiling back “I wanted to impress him”
“He will be very impressed with your efforts” Boy said.
Then a sound of a door opening, footsteps up the stairs and my heart racing. I admired Boy next to me and decided to give him a little hug, he hugged me back. As we broke off Sir entered the flat.
His face was beaming, he was so happy. Butterflies in my stomach was racing as was my heartbeat. “Oh Slut” he patted me on the head “you have made your Sir very happy.” He paused “just look at you, almost perfect” he remarked.
“Thank you Sir” I said.
“I have a present for you Slut” he said as he greeted Boy with a pet on his head.
My dick was dripping pre-cum, my heart was fluttering. I was wondering what this gift was. Sir rummage in his bag and brought out the single most frustrating thing I have ever known. It was a small cock cage.
My dick was already hard, but the sight of this made it so very hard. Remembering that I hadn’t cum for a week, as much as I had tried, my dick just wouldn’t blow its load. The last time I came was when Sir was smacking my bottom and cum just sprayed out of my dick.
Sir told me to stand, I did. His touch on my dick sent shivers down my spine. He put the ring around my balls, pulled everything through and positioned the top bit towards my pubic bone. He gave my cock a teasing stroke. And the slowly he pushed on the small metal cage over my dick. It was cool to the touch. My dick pushed against it, but the rest of my body let go of the resistance and gave in to the subjection.
Oh my god, my dick, which was once free and able to fuck anything that it saw was now caged behind metal. My body and mind accepting its fate while my dick still fought it. Then the sound that echoed in my brain. The click, that’s all it was and that sound was the end of my freedom and the start of my ownership. I still remember that sound as if it happened just now, not ten years ago!
My dick was stuck in that cage and I accepted it. Once I was locked Sir took me in his arms and deeply hugged me, telling me that I had done a great job. I almost wept. After Sir had finished Boy deeply hugged me, lingering on the final hug. Our smooth bodies sliding from each other.
It was the best feeling I had ever experienced, a closeness to both Sir and Boy which overwhelmed my senses. I was on cloud nine. Sir asked if I wanted to be smacked now or at another time. I chose to endure my punishments now.
He bent me over his knee rubbing and hitting my ass until it was red sore. He got his belt out and constantly hit me. I delved ever closer to that precious sub space. Once I finally got there and let go of all of inhibitions, I felt comfortable. My backside red raw, my dick caged and leaking constantly. By the end of the session I had cum. I don’t remember it as all, but my balls felt relieved.
Sir kept his promise and after a frustrating week of having the cage on, where I would wake in states of arousal. He let me out. Boy gave me the most intense blow job i have ever experienced. I came whilst he was deep throating me.
I then asked to be put back into the cage and spanked. Whilst I was caged the thing I found really difficult was to hide it in the gym, I ended up wearing three sets of compression shorts to find the bulge of the lock.
After another week I was opened from my cage, Boy was set to milk me dry with his tongue. But I came almost immediately. Embarrassed I apologised. Sir said I could be caged for how ever long I wanted it. I said 2 weeks, he agreed. Each time I was let out I was milked by Boy. Each time I asked for a longer stay.
It’s been ten years since that fateful day. I’m now in my early forties, Boy is in his thirties. We moved in together and eventually three years ago we married. We spend every day naked when in each other company. We share a bed where at night we sleep in each others arms. He’s my everything. I haven’t ever seen his dick without a cage on. I’ve never touched his dick without a cage on, I’ve only ever fucked his ass twice. Sir often uses him. I’ve never seen Sir naked, and he spanks me sporadically. Boy sucks me off once every couple of months when Sir allows it. Always under his guidance. People might think we are a strange couple, but our love is deeper than anyone will ever know.
It’s the happiest I have ever been. I am devoted to my husband and Sir. He’s now married with children. He has very little time for us, but when we do see each other it’s time well spent. We are truly in love with one another and I wouldn’t want to be without my Boy. The love of my life, my purest soul, and my copilot. Boy, when you read this, I devote these stories to you. Love your sexy ass.
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