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Window Shopping, chapter six

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CONTENT WARNING: The following story is a work of erotic fantasy. This chapter contains elements that reflect non-consensual participation in fetish and sexual activities. In real life, consent is essential from all participants, even tangential ones. 

As bizarre as it seems, my life settled into a kind of normal over the following weeks and months. Miss redid the decorations of the master bedroom once more, to suit her own tastes and wishes, as it became her domain, even though she did not spend every night there.

The guest room, remaining as a princess room, was now mine. My new wardrobe, consisting of the kinds of outfits I had been dressed in so far for Miss’s amusement, as well as various humiliating uniforms and various implements of torment, teasing and restraint, was moved into my new closet. Any of my old clothes that remained were kept under lock and key in Miss’s room.

To go to work I was required to come to her for the gift of clothing. I wore only panties for underwear, a…
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Window Shopping, chapter five

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CONTENT WARNING: The following story is a work of erotic fantasy. This chapter contains elements that reflect non-consensual participation in fetish and sexual activities. In real life, consent is essential from all participants, even tangential ones. 

My cock was raging, feeling like it wanted to explode but never quite able to. I could feel a pulse of pain come with the throbbing against the hellish steel cage that came with each heartbeat. I wished I could be free of my erection but at the same time I wanted to – needed to – cum after being that hard for so long.

My legs were in agony, spread and straining for so long in this position, atop the stiletto heels. I was feeling the weight of the immense fake breasts wear upon me as well. My shoulders ached – but it was easy choice to have them take more of my weight than the other choice: the evil anal hook. My neck was sore, thanks to my head being pulled back via the insidious nasal hook. Even amidst all this, it was still my cock th…

An Opportunity to Suffer

It was far too much luck to have ever dreamed of, but somehow in the hands of fate, my work ended up sending me to a conference just a short drive from my Queen of Pain. With this kind of providence, I could do no other than to take full advantage. 

After a generous payment with gifts sent in advance, I also managed to contact the conference hotel and book an adjoining room to mine for your use. Every day I waited for the conference to start was agony. I squirmed every moment in the airport, waiting for my flight. My heart pounded through customs, but at long last it seemed there were to be no more roadblocks, and I was deplaning and hailing a cab, noting all those small differences between Canada and the US. 

We had not wanted customs or the TSA to be an issue, so I had to first direct the cab to an adult toy store, to stock up on the items that you had insisted upon. I avoided the cabbie’s eyes as I returned to the car with two large bags and a much lighter wallet. 

I sent off the text…

Window Shopping, chapter four

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CONTENT WARNING: The following story is a work of erotic fantasy. This chapter contains elements that reflect non-consensual participation in fetish and sexual activities. In real life, consent is essential from all participants, even tangential ones. 

I stood frozen in the doorway, balancing atop six-inch pink plastic stripper heels, dressed in nothing but a sheer shortie robe with pink chiffon trim. Her presence, her voice, her beauty, and her eyes: they were the last things I had expected to find in my newly sissified bedroom.

She handed me a scrap of fabric, which turned out to be a pair of panties to match my robe; they consisted of little more than a scrap of sheer mesh with a poof of chiffon and some string that might be generously called a thong. I wordlessly slid them on, stretching them over my growing erection.

She told me to hold out my hands and when I complied she buckled black leather cuffs around my wrists, which she secured together behind my back with a heavy lock. S…

Window Shopping, chapter three

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CONTENT WARNING: The following story is a work of erotic fantasy. This chapter contains elements that reflect non-consensual participation in fetish and sexual activities. In real life, consent is essential from all participants, even tangential ones. 

I simply didn’t know, during those days, what I should have been expecting. After the first time we’d “met,” Miss had simply disappeared. I hadn’t seen her on the street, nor had I even been able to find the storefront where I’d been displayed as some kind of fetish trophy. But she had come back, and she had had me prepared, I thought. Readied for something.

Replaying those scant two hours or so over and over in my head, it all felt so much more humiliating, degrading than it had in the moment. I knew I had felt the opposite of my current overwhelming ache of emptiness during each moment – her eyes had filled me, body and soul, with a sense of joy, fulfillment and destiny. Sure, I knew at the moment that spa employee looked back at me t…