Kelly paced the small, well-lit bedroom, the faint sound of her heels clicking against the wooden floor adding to the charged atmosphere. On the bed lay a stack of printouts and an open laptop, the screen still glowing with evidence—Ben’s secret stash of cuckold porn. The discovery had been… enlightening.
She glanced toward the door, where Ben stood nervously, shifting from foot to foot under her sharp gaze. He knew she had found it, though neither of them had yet spoken a word about it. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes darting everywhere but toward her.
Kelly finally broke the silence, her tone cool but tinged with a dangerous edge. “So, this is what you’ve been hiding from me, hmm?” She picked up one of the papers, holding it up for emphasis. “All these little fantasies of yours… Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Ben swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I didn’t mean—”
“Quiet.” Kelly’s command was sharp, cutting off his stammered excuse. She let the paper fall back onto the bed and crossed the room to stand directly in front of him. Her gaze was piercing, her presence overwhelming.
“Do you trust me, Ben?” she asked, her voice softening slightly, though the intensity in her eyes remained.
He nodded quickly, his throat dry. “Yes, Kelly. Of course, I do.”
“Good.” Her lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “Then you won’t mind indulging me tonight. I think it’s time we explored these fantasies of yours… thoroughly.”
Before he could respond, she grabbed his wrist, guiding him firmly toward the centre of the room where she had already prepared. Ropes, cuffs, and other restraints were neatly arranged on the dresser. Kelly picked up a thick leather collar, holding it in her hands for a moment before turning back to him.
“Kneel,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Ben obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding as he sank to the floor. Kelly stepped behind him, wrapping the collar snugly around his neck and securing it with a satisfying click. She ran her fingers lightly along the edge, tracing it as if admiring her work.
“You’re going to be mine tonight,” she murmured, leaning close to his ear. “Completely. No protests, no safewords. Understood?”
Ben hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Yes, Kelly.”
“No.” Her tone was sharp again, her hand gripping his chin and tilting his head back so their eyes met. “It’s ‘Mistress’ now. Say it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he corrected quickly, his voice trembling.
Kelly smiled again, her satisfaction evident as she reached for the restraints. “Good boy. Now, let’s see just how deeply you’re willing to dive into this little world of yours.”
With practised precision, she began to bind him, securing his wrists behind his back with thick cuffs before moving to his ankles, ensuring he couldn’t move or resist. As the restraints tightened around him, Ben felt a mix of nervous anticipation and undeniable excitement.
Kelly stepped back to admire her work, crossing her arms as she observed him kneeling before her, bound and collared, entirely at her mercy. “Perfect,” she said softly. “Now we can begin.”
-
Kelly’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she turned to the array of toys laid out on the dresser. Her fingers hovered momentarily over the collection before selecting a red ball gag. She turned back to Ben, who was still kneeling before her, bound and trembling under her gaze.
“I think we’ve heard enough from you for now,” she said smoothly, holding up the gag for him to see. “Open.”
Ben hesitated for just a moment, his eyes widening slightly, but Kelly raised an eyebrow in silent command. He obeyed, parting his lips to allow her to push the ball into his mouth. She pulled the straps snugly behind his head, buckling it tightly in place.
“Much better,” she purred, running a finger down his cheek as she admired her handiwork. “You’re so much cuter when you’re silent.”
She stepped away again, this time retrieving a spreader bar. The metal gleamed under the soft light as she knelt in front of him, unlocking the cuffs at his ankles only long enough to attach the bar to his legs, forcing them apart. The click of the locks echoed in the room as she adjusted the length, ensuring he was completely immobilized.
Ben squirmed slightly, testing the restraints, but it only made Kelly’s smile grow. “Oh, don’t bother,” she said lightly. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Then came the pièce de résistance. Kelly reached into a small black box on the dresser and pulled out something new: a gleaming chastity cage. It was sleek, made of metal, and small enough to ensure maximum frustration for its wearer. She turned back to Ben, her smile shifting into something almost cruel.
“This,” she said, holding the cage up so he could see it clearly, “is a little addition I thought we’d try tonight. It’s not optional, just so we’re clear.”
Ben’s muffled protests came through the gag, his eyes wide with shock and pleading. Kelly ignored him entirely, kneeling between his spread legs and reaching for his already half-hard cock. She chuckled softly as she began to work.
“Aw, you’re already excited,” she teased, running her fingers along him as she carefully placed the cage. “But that’s exactly the problem, isn’t it? You don’t get to enjoy this unless I say so.”
The process was deliberate and precise. Kelly slid the base ring into place, securing it snugly around him before fitting the cage itself. Ben’s muffled groans turned into a helpless whimper as she locked it with a small, satisfying click.
“There we go,” she said, leaning back to admire her work. “All locked up, nice and safe.”
She stood, towering over him as she dangled the small key on a chain and slipped it around her neck. “From now on, this is mine,” she declared, tapping the key against her chest. “And so are you.”
Kelly stepped back, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene. Ben, kneeling before her, gagged, spread, and caged, was utterly at her mercy. Her grin widened as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Now, let’s see how well you can follow orders when you have no choice.”
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Kelly grabbed the leash dangling from Ben’s collar and gave it a sharp tug, forcing him to shuffle forward on his knees despite the spreader bar holding his legs apart. The clinking of metal filled the room as she maneuvered him with precise, confident movements to the foot of the bed.
Once he was in place, Kelly crouched in front of him, her face just inches from his gagged, flushed expression. “Stay still,” she ordered softly, her voice dripping with authority. She reached behind him, unlocking the cuffs binding his wrists. For a brief moment, Ben flexed his hands, but his freedom was fleeting.
Kelly grabbed each of his wrists and secured them firmly to the bedposts on either side of him, locking the cuffs into place. His arms stretched wide, leaving him completely immobilized. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, brushing her hands together in satisfaction.
“There,” she said with a smirk. “Nice and helpless, just how I like you.”
She climbed onto the bed in front of him, her movements slow and deliberate. Lying on her back just out of his reach, Kelly propped herself up on her elbows and let her legs fall apart slightly, giving him a tantalizing view.
Her hands trailed down her body, teasingly brushing over her chest, her stomach, and finally slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She began to touch herself, her breaths deepening as she closed her eyes, completely unbothered by Ben’s muffled moans and desperate attempts to move closer.
Just as her pace quickened, a chime interrupted the room—a text notification on her phone. Kelly’s eyes fluttered open, and she let out a small sigh, pulling her hand away. “Looks like we’ll have company soon,” she said, sitting up and grabbing her phone. A wicked smile crossed her face as she read the message.
Without another word, she climbed off the bed and strode to the wardrobe. Ben’s eyes followed her every move as she began to undress, tossing her clothes carelessly to the floor. She took her time, knowing he couldn’t look away.
From the wardrobe, Kelly retrieved an outfit designed to tease and entice. She slipped into a sleek, black leather corset that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with a matching thong and thigh-high stockings. Finally, she picked up her own collar and leash, fastening the collar snugly around her neck before attaching the leash and letting it dangle provocatively.
Turning to face Ben, she ran her hands down her body, striking a pose. “What do you think?” she teased, knowing full well he couldn’t respond. “Don’t worry. This isn’t for you.”
Before he could even begin to process her words, the doorbell rang. Kelly’s expression lit up with anticipation as she walked to the dresser, grabbing a sleek blindfold. She returned to Ben, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
“Time for you to wait quietly,” she purred, slipping the blindfold over his eyes and tying it securely. “I’ll be back with a friend.”
Ben squirmed slightly, helpless as Kelly left the room. The sound of her heels clicked against the floor as she walked away, leaving him alone in the charged silence, blind and completely vulnerable.
In the distance, he heard the door open, followed by hushed voices and soft laughter. The anticipation built as he strained to make out what was being said, his heart racing as the realization hit: his fate for the evening was no longer in his hands.
-
Kelly’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she returned to the bedroom, followed by a deeper, heavier set of footsteps. Ben’s head tilted slightly at the sound, his breathing quickening as he strained to listen.
The door closed with a soft thud, and the voices began, low and murmured just beyond his comprehension.
“...completely pathetic,” Kelly’s voice purred, soft but filled with disdain. “You don’t need to worry, James. He’s nothing more than a cuck. He’ll take whatever we decide to give him—or nothing at all.”
A deep chuckle came from James, his tone amused. “So, you’re saying he’s useless?”
“Exactly, Daddy,” Kelly replied, her voice dropping into a sultry, submissive lilt. “Completely worthless. We can use him, ignore him, humiliate him… whatever you want.”
Ben shuddered at her words, his blindfolded world spinning as he felt his powerlessness more acutely than ever.
James’s voice grew louder as he spoke directly to Kelly. “Ha, you're such a bad girl treating him this way. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Kelly let out a delighted hum. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
There was a rustling of clothes, followed by the unmistakable creak of the bed as James made himself comfortable. “On your knees, Kitten,” he said firmly, tugging lightly on her leash.
“Yes, Daddy,” Kelly replied immediately, her voice dripping with eagerness. Ben heard her drop to her knees and crawl onto the bed, the sound of fabric shifting as she positioned herself.
A sharp gasp escaped Kelly as James pulled her leash taut, guiding her head to his lap. Ben could hear her muffled moans as she began to suck him, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.
As Kelly worked eagerly, her foot found Ben’s face. She pressed the toe of her heel against his cheek, nudging the blindfold slightly out of place. With a teasing shove, she knocked it completely off, letting him see the scene before him.
Kelly, her perfect arse pointing towards him, still dressed in her submissive outfit, knelt between James’s legs, her lips wrapped around his thick cock as he guided her movements with the leash. She turned her head over her should and glanced at Ben, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight even as she returned to pleasing James with enthusiastic fervor.
James’s hand tangled in Kelly’s hair, pulling her head back for a moment to meet her gaze. “Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice dripping with authority.
Kelly beamed up at him, licking her lips before responding. “Thank you, Daddy.” Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, her movements growing even more fervent.
Ben could only watch, bound and caged, utterly powerless as Kelly deepened her submission to James and made it abundantly clear just how little she cared about her pathetic boyfriend's humiliation.
-
Without warning James pulled Kelly off of his cock "Turn around" he commanded. Kelly duely turned on all fours, now facing Ben at the foot of the bed. James positioned himself at the head of the bed, his hands firmly gripping Kelly’s hips as he thrust deeply into her from behind. Her body moved with him, her eyes locked on Ben’s helpless face, the leash still loosely draped around her neck.
The room was thick with tension and desire, the only sounds being the rhythmic pounding of the bed frame and Kelly’s moans of pleasure.
Kelly's face was only iches from bens, she locked eyes with him and she reach out one hand and pulled the ballgag from his mouth, allowing it to fall losely around his neck.
Ben’s breath hitched as Kelly’s lips met his in a deep, intoxicating kiss. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, and despite the overwhelming humiliation, there was a growing thrill in watching her submit so fully to James.
Pulling away from the kiss, Kelly smiled wickedly at Ben, her voice low and teasing. “Admit it, my puppy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You love seeing a real man pleasure me.”
Ben’s gaze flickered, caught between the intoxicating haze of his own arousal and the undeniable truth of her words. His voice was a strained murmur, soft and submissive. “I… I do Mistress”
The admission was music to Kelly’s ears. She leaned in again, brushing her lips against his ear as James continued to move behind her. Her hands moved to his throat, wrapping around it with a gentle but firm pressure, just enough to remind him of his place.
“Good boy,” she purred, her voice laced with dominance. “You’re mine to command, Puppy. And you will watch. You’ll watch me reach my peak.”
Ben’s breath came in ragged gasps as Kelly’s orgasm built, her body shuddering beneath James’s firm grip. Her moans grew louder, more primal, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as the pleasure overtook her.
James didn’t slow, pushing deeper with every thrust, matching Kelly’s intensity. Her body tensed and convulsed in ecstasy, her cries echoing in the room as she reached her peak.
Ben, still bound and helpless, could do nothing but watch as Kelly surrendered fully to the pleasure, her submission absolute in that moment. The scene was an overwhelming blend of pain, humiliation, and raw desire that left him breathless and utterly lost in the dynamic unfolding before him.
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