DM

Story Post: Shiny Afternoon It was one of those afternoons that feel a little too quiet. The sun was out, the room was warm, and I had already completed my tasks for the day… so I was simply waiting. Dressed up like His doll — my shiniest catsuit, my tightest latex corset, tall heels that made every tiny step feel controlled. My hood had no eye holes, as always. Just darkness. That soft, all-consuming silence where I didn’t need to think. Only be. The gag came next — the inflatable one. I felt it stretch my mouth wider with every slow pump, until I was drooling helplessly and making soft, muffled sounds through the rubber. My jaw ached already. I was guided to the cage, the lock clicked, and I curled up on the floor, heels tucked beneath me. He watched Netflix. I waited. There’s something strange and beautiful about sitting caged, dressed like that — no sight, no words, no purpose except to exist as His. I could feel my mind slipping deeper with every passing minute. Eventually, I heard the lock again. The door creaked open and my Owner ordered me to get out. I crawled out, blindly, helplessly, hoping I was presenting myself correctly. I was allowed to serve Him first: on my knees, gagged, still hooded and dripping, with both hands carefully placed on his legs as I sucked Him slowly. No guidance needed. Just obedience. Then He unzipped me. My tits, my pussy — fully exposed, vulnerable, and eager. He clamped little bells to my pussy — something we rarely do, since I’m so sensitive. But today I had to take it. Every motion made the bells ring, teasing me, humiliating me in the best way. He let me use the wand on my clit while He pushed a little glass dildo inside me, slowly, deeply. The vibration of the wand made the clamps jingle constantly, and my whole body twitched under the pressure. I wasn’t in control of anything — not my breath, not my pleasure, not my limits. I was just responding. Moaning. Drooling. Shaking. And then came the real reward. A rough, deep pounding from behind that left me fully wrecked, and filled with His cum. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t thank Him properly. But I think my body said enough — just from the way it gave in. Still dripping, still plugged, I was put back into the cage where I belonged. Nothing to do but sit with it. Let it soak in. Let myself cool down. A shiny, stuffed little fucktoy, locked away again like a good girl.