The Stalker

In addition to that thing I just posted, here's a weird little story I just wrote. It's not very porny, but um... Here it is, none the less. haha



"I love you.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a stalker. I've been watching you for years now. It started when we were classmates. We weren't friends, or really even acquaintances, but you helped me pick up the books I dropped once. Since then, I found myself noticing you more and more, but I was too shy to talk to you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I ended up following you around, from a safe distance. Keeping notes about your routines and stuff. I have a folder on my computer filled with photos of you, some taken from facebook, others snapshots I took with my cellphone. There was one hot summer day, while I was hiding in the bushes of your neighbour's house, when you were mowing the lawn. Lady Luck must have been smiling upon me, because you took your shirt off and I got a lot of great shots. They are my prized possessions. I pleasure myself while looking at them on a regular basis. I also admit I once stole a sweaty gym shirt from your locker to sniff.

I know it is creepy, but I have no regrets. I am not a bad stalker, however, I would never do anything to hurt you. Years have passed, and we're no longer in school. I don't get to stalk you around town, nearly as often, so I have to be contented with internet stalking. Recently, I decided that I need to move on with my life, so I will be taking a job in another state, where I can hopefully forget about you.

But before I go, please consider one request from someone who has watched over you faithfully for the last few years: I would like you to take my virginity and have your way with me. "

^ This is the letter I left on the coffee table, after I snuck into his house, but before I tied myself up with some self-bondage I learned from the internet. I also managed to blindfold and gag myself. I did it so that I would be in a comfy armchair facing the door, with my arms tied over my head and my legs spread over the chair's arms, and tied in place. Don't ask me how I managed that all myself, I don't think I could get free from it, though. I hope he comes home soon, before I lose my nerve.

I'm not completely naked. I was too embarrassed, so I left on my bra, panties, and kneesocks. But I left some scissors on the coffee table, by the note, so he can cut away the rest of my clothes. I also left a variety of sex toys, since I wasn't sure what he's into.

I wait like this for about an hour, getting progressively more excited. My pussy is practically throbbing with anticipation. Then I hear the phone ring, and because no one is home to answer, it goes to the answering machine. It's him, his voice makes my heart pound until I realize what he's saying. It's a message for his roommate. (I didn't even know he had one.) He is saying he won't be home tonight, because he and his date have booked a hotel. My heart sank.

Just then, I hear the door unlock and unfamiliarly heavy footsteps entering the room. It must be the roommate. He whistles, then comes over for a closer look and to read the note.

"Well then," he says, after putting the paper down, "Don't mind if I do."

The end!
Or... To be continued! (But probably not!)

Here's chapter 2, finally!

I left you guys hanging for a really long time (a year!), but I finally finished the second chapter of that demon story. It was mostly finished already, I just needed to write a couple lines to conclude it. I am awful for taking so long to do that. Maybe I need to be punished? <3 <3

Link to Chapter 1 

 

Chapter 2: Humiliated by Otiaht

Stretching in bed, Joel Bates glances around the hotel room, noting the absence of his new mistress. ‘This may be my only chance to get the hell out of here,’ he thinks to himself. Only wearing boxers, he searches around for the rest of his clothes, while mentally going over the events of last night:

After the demon (Ezsarer) summoned his buddies, he went back to fucking Stephanie, completely unconcerned with anything else going on in the room. The lesser demons, two succubae and two incubi, split up and pair off with Joel and his friends. The stern and sophisticated-looking lady that approached Joel was Otiaht. He didn’t catch the names of the others, but Kate’s partner was stocky, lecherous and a bit older, Glen’s was mischievous and insatiable, and poor Lorene was stuck with some kind of selfish asshole. Before he could form more detailed opinions of them, Otiaht began talking at him in her demon language. Based on her tone, and her slightly schoolmarm appearance, he is assuming it was a lecture, perhaps about his wandering attention.

Realizing he couldn’t understand her, she quickly grabbed his hand, pricked his finger, and used the blood to draw a small magic circle on her own palm. That, combined with a bit of chanting, somehow made her able to speak English. She repeated her lecture about paying attention, and introduced herself. Looking around, Joel noticed the other demons doing the same bit of magic. (Except Ezsarer, that dude just got right down to business.)

“Now then,” Otiaht said, “if you would kindly disrobe, we can get started with this ‘demon orgy’ you and your friends desired.” Though, even as she was saying that, she’s already pulling the clothes off him, herself. (He eagerly assisted, of course.) Underneath his baggy clothes, he is skinny and of average height.

Like the other demons, she was already naked. Her skin a light blue, her hair dark blue and pulled up into a bun, her figure curvy, legs long, and breasts full with large puffy areolas. She was sexy, without a doubt. But she’s a succubus, so that may be a given.

After Joel was stripped down to just his underwear, in which he was clearly pitching a tent, Otiaht told him “for tonight only- you may do whatever you wish.” (In retrospect, it should have registered as strange, that she worded it that way. That’s what she was summoned for anyway, right? And of course it was only going to be for that one night. But Joel didn’t catch that, until later.) Timidly, he reached up and groped her breasts. Squeezing them, and feeling their weight in his hands. Once he was sure she wouldn’t slap his hands away, he started rubbing her nipples, and then switched to licking and sucking them.

Curious how things were progressing for his friends, he glanced around: Glen was getting his dick sucked, Kate was grinding in her partner’s lap, Lorene was being taken from behind (possibly through the back door), and Stephanie was hidden from view, under Ezsarer’s massive wings (but she sounded like she was enjoying whatever they were doing).

Annoyed that Joel’s attention had wandered again, Otiaht grabbed his cock and began roughly stroking it, through the fabric of his cartoon hero patterned boxers. He gasped in surprise, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You have the unique opportunity of having your way with a demon. Are you satisfied with only playing with my breasts?” When he shook his head in reply, she continued, “Then what would you like to do?”

Joel hesitated for a moment, but eventually managed to request “C-can we have sex?”

“Of course,” Otiaht grinned, “I said you could do anything you wanted, didn’t I?”

So, the blue lady lay down on the cold stone floor, spread her legs, and beckoned to him. He quickly discarded his underwear and lowered himself on top of her. They made out for a while, while he fingered her, to be sure she was wet enough. (Succubae are always ready to go, but Joel didn’t know that.) Once she was starting to moan and grind on his hand, he grabbed his cock and pressed the head against her pussy. It slid in easy, and she wrapped her legs around him while he began to move.

Mentally, he compared her to his past partners. They were slutty sorority girls, mostly; and human, all. While they were young and easy, their skills were nothing like Otiaht’s. The way she moves, the way she moans and bites his shoulder, or the way she clenches her kegel muscles at just the right moment; or everything about her, perhaps. It was the best sex Joel had ever had.

And it was over far too quickly.

The other pairs finished around the same time, and the demons herded the college teens into a group, near the back of the room (with the exceptions of Ezsarer who already vanished, and Steph who is passed out). Joel and his pals were confused and frightened, and rightly so. See, the thing is that these demons are not servants of Ezsarer. They don’t just do his bidding, free of charge; and they certainly don’t let humans have their fun, without imposing some fee or another. Ezsarer’s price was paid by Stephanie, but all the others have a price of their own. Though, theirs are not nearly as easy to fulfill. In fact, not one of the friends had the ability, will, or resources to pay the price that their respective demons initially requested. (One demon asked to be paid with an item that doesn’t even exist in the human world.) They were, at first, shocked and annoyed that the humans weren’t already aware of this part of the deal; and weren’t prepared to pay.

“We should just kill them, and be done with it,” the Incubus who paired with Lorene suggested.

“Now now, Talbiel. I think it would be a shame to dispose of our new friends, after only just becoming acquainted.” The other Incubus said, while leering at Kate, “there is so much more fun we could have together.”

“Yes!” Glen’s succubus exclaimed, “I agree with Etpus. We so rarely get new toys. Why waste them?”

At that point, Otiaht added her voice to the discussion: “Why don’t we take our payments in another way, then? Perhaps, make them our servants or slaves, take their souls, etc. Tonight, they got what they wanted from us; so it’s only right that we have our way with them, next. I bet Latonosael already has plenty of devious ideas.”

They all grinned and agreed with this form of payment, and without bothering to consult the humans; they each put their mark on their partner. They were bound, in this way, to the demons. And, should any of the teens prove difficult or disobedient, they will suffer a horrifying death, at the claws of Talbiel.

After this, the demons and humans paired off again, to discuss the terms of their individual payments. Otiaht decided to take the guise of a human woman named Melinda Hall and somehow got a job as a Librarian at the University. She may have used some demon enchantment to get herself hired. She also may have used some demon enchantment to get herself the fancy hotel room where she and Joel are currently staying.

Joel didn’t get much sleep, the rest of that night. Otiaht –or “Mistress,” as she now demands to be called– tied him to the bed, and rode him cowgirl-style until his dick was sore.

                That brings us back to this morning, with Joel holding a ball of clothes under one arm, while he heads into the bathroom for a quick pee. Using the other hand to work his cock out of the slot in his boxers, his fingers touch metal, where flesh should be. Dropping the clump of clothes, he pulls down his underpants to inspect his nether region. There is a little cage around his dick. It’s a chastity device for men. He tries to take it off, but it is firmly locked in place. “And only Otiaht has the key, I bet,” Joel thinks to himself. Luckily, there is a hole to pee through, so he quickly does his business and dresses, figuring he’ll worry about removing the thing, later. “For now, I just have to get out of here, before she comes back.”

                Unfortunately, once he exits the bathroom, there she is, standing by the door. In her human disguise, she is fair skinned with black hair tied tightly into a bun. She’s wearing a black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of cats eye glasses on her nose. “I don’t recall giving you permission to dress, slave,” she says, “I prefer you naked.”

                “Sorry Mistress,” Joel mumbles, running a hand through his messy brown hair, “I didn’t know you’d have a problem with that.”

                “I do have a problem with it,” she sharply replies. “You belong to me, now. Don’t do anything without asking your Mistress, first. What reason did you have for dressing, anyway? There are no classes for you, today. Were you going somewhere?”

                “N-no, Mistress,” Joel responds, avoiding eye-contact. “I just… did it out of habit?”

                “Habit.” Otiaht repeats, as she draws closer to him. “Look at me, and be honest. Were you hoping to escape our arrangement?” When he doesn’t respond, she continues, “You can’t escape me. You have my mark, so I can find you where ever you go. If you try it, I’ll hunt you down; and let my cruel colleague, Talbiel, tear you apart in whatever sadistic way he pleases.”

                The hue drains from Joel’s face, as he remembers the many colorful suggestions the demon made for slaughtering the humans, last night. “I-I’m sorry, Mistress… I won’t try to escape, I promise.”

                “Don’t worry,” Otiaht assures him, while placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll forgive you, this time… with a couple punishment games.”

                “P-punishment games?” He repeats.

                That evening, Joel Bates and Melinda Hall (Otiaht) go out on what appears to be a date, to the casual observer. First they catch a play at the local theater; Melinda grinning mischievously, while Joel wears a perpetual blush and occasionally fidgets in his seat. When an usher dropped his flashlight and bent down near Joel’s seat, he thought he heard a feint buzzing, but couldn’t be sure; so he shrugged and went on his way. (Joel silently wonders if the usher could tell he was sitting on a vibrating buttplug.) He covers his mouth with a hand, to stifle moans, every time she discreetly reaches in her purse to press a button on a special remote. There is an element of pain, included, as the stimulation from the plug makes his cock strain against the chastity cage; but even that sensation became oddly pleasurable, after a while. (It does, however, make a full erection impossible.)

Afterwards, they went to a fancy restaurant. Melinda encourages Joel to have as much wine as he wants, with his dinner. (He’s paying, of course.) By the end of the date, his face is completely red; he is sweating, shuddering, and barely able to keep from moaning. In addition to all of that, he badly needs to use the restroom. His mistress has denied every request, since that morning, after she learned he had also peed, without permission. When they are about to leave the restaurant, he glances longingly at the men’s room door, and asks for her permission, once again.

“You may,” she relents, “but not here. Hold it just a little longer, and I’ll show you where you can relieve yourself.”

With that, she leads him out into the night; and they catch a cab to the university, of all places. It is late, so no one is around; but it isn’t so late that that there’s no chance of running into someone. Joel is highly confused as to why his Mistress would bring him here.

“Alright slave,” she begins, “Remove all of your clothes, and squat down in front of that founder’s statue, and you can do your business. But try not to let that plug fall out of your filthy butthole.”

“HERE?!” Joel exclaims.

“Yes,” Melinda confirms. “Though, you have the option of holding it in, until you wet your pants in public.”

Desperate to relieve his bladder, Joel concedes; looking around to be sure no one else is watching, before quickly undressing and placing his clothes where they won’t get wet. He squats down, in the designated spot; and moans with relief, as the day’s beverages all spill out through the hole in his chastity cage.

When he finishes and looks up, he sees that Melinda had been recording video of the scene with Joel’s own cell phone. (She confiscated it, the night before.) Without saying a word, she slips it back into her purse, and (while her hand is in there) hits the button on the vibrator’s remote. Leaving it on its highest setting, she instructs him to redress, and they return to their hotel.

The next day is a Sunday, so Joel still doesn’t have classes. However Otiaht, as Meilnda, has her first shift in the library. She instructs him to dress and come to the Library after an hour or so, and wait quietly for her at one of the tables in the back. “I know you won’t disobey me or try to run off,” she purrs, “will you, slave?”

“N-no Mistress,” Joel quickly replies, “I’ll be there.”

“Good,” she says; and just as she exits the hotel room, adds: “because it’s almost time for our next punishment game.”

As the door clicks shut, Joel wonders what she’ll do to him. It’s the library, in broad daylight, there will be people around. Maybe she won’t make me do anything TOO weird. Last night, after they returned to the hotel, Otiaht gave him permission to use the restroom as necessary from then on. Unless otherwise noted. She claimed to already be bored with desperation play, so I know she won’t make me pee in any more weird places. She didn’t remove the chastity device yet, though. His poor cock and balls are still unhappy about him getting so horny, and never relieving the tension.

While he waits for the allotted meet up time, Joel considers using the hotel phone to attempt to call his friends, and find out if they’re alright; but he decides against it. Otiaht would know somehow, and punish me more. I don’t have any of their numbers memorized, anyway.

Just then, he notices a magazine on the nightstand, out of the corner of his eye. He grabs it, figuring he could read some articles to pass the time. But the title on the cover is “Bondage Weekly,” and it features a photo of a sexy blond goddess in a leather corset tightening the ropes on a younger girl with small perky breasts. Fuuuuck, it’s porn! But it’s too late, he can already feel his dick pressing against its cage, in an attempt to say hello to the pretty BDSM ladies. He tells himself he won’t torture himself by opening the magazine, but he still can’t take his eyes off of those pink little nipples, pinched tightly by clamps. “Open the magazine,” Joel’s dick wordlessly suggests.

Completely lacking self-control, he finds himself looking through the pages of the magazine. It’s not all women, in here; there are also some dudes. He spots an article opposite a photo of a young man strapped to an examination table, with a sexy nurse holding his cock in one hand and some thin metal medical instrument in the other. Okay. The article must be about the dude, so it shouldn’t be too arousing.

Picking a random paragraph, he begins to read, “There is a mix of pain and pleasure as Nurse Sally slowly works the urethral sound into my erect penis. Once it’s in all the way, she starts sliding it up and down, like she’s fucking my peehole; gradually increasing the speed and pressure until she has me moaning.”

“NOPE” Joel’s dick seems to exclaim, as he quickly tosses the magazine back onto the nightstand. That is enough porn for today. Let’s just pace the room, until it’s time to head out.

At the Library, Joel spots “Melinda,” scanning some returned books. They lock eyes for a moment, but don’t speak to each other. There are a few people around, either studying at the tables or browsing the shelves, but it’s not too busy. While he waits for whatever his mistress has planned, he grabs a random book off a random shelf and takes a seat at a quiet corner table. The book he happened to grab is a biography about some athlete, so he zones out while pretending to read chapter 11.

After a while, Melinda walks past his table, but still doesn’t speak to him; instead she leaves a book next to him, and goes back to re-shelving the returned books. Curious, Joel picks up the book, and a note falls out. It reads: “There is a backpack under the armchair in the back. My coffee break is in twenty minutes. Get the bag, and wait for me in the men’s room. No peeking.”

For some reason, that makes his dick twitch with anticipation. Am I actually excited, for whatever she’s going to do? Either way, he quickly heeds the note. The bag wasn’t too hard to find, then he just sat in a men’s room stall to wait; never daring to look inside the backpack.

Every time he heard the restroom door open, his heart jumped, thinking this is it. She’s here. But then it would turn out to be some guy who just had to do his business. It wasn’t until he heard a woman’s heels clicking on the tiles that he knew his mistress had finally come. He could hear Otiaht (as Melinda) lock the outer door, and then walk slowly towards the stall where he was waiting. She stopped right in front of his door, and knocked. “Come out, slave.” she softly commanded. Joel obeyed.

“Take off your clothes.” She ordered, after he brought the mysterious backpack out of the stall. While he disrobed, she unzipped the bag and started removing its contents: Lube, a long and thick dildo, and lots of rope of various lengths. “Before explaining the details of today’s punishment game, I’m going to practice some Asian bondage techniques on you.” Not wasting any time, she began tying his torso tightly in the turtle pattern of shibari. Then she used extra pieces of rope to tie his upper arms to his body, thus partially limiting movement, but leaving the forearms and hands free. Then she tied his legs together, up at the thighs; again restricting movement, but not entirely. “Now bend forward, and lean on the counter,” she told him, “Quickly, slave! Before my break ends.”

He found that walking with his legs tied would take some getting used to, but shuffled over to the counter as fast as he could, and bent over, as his mistress bid him. Then she grabs the lube and the dildo and gives it a liberal coat; then pours some onto his ass as well, and rubs it into the crack, poking a couple fingers into his hole as she does so. His caged dick twitches, and he shudders with apprehension, but he doesn’t protest, not wanting to make the punishment worse that it would otherwise be. She lightly slapped his butt cheeks with the slimy phallic toy, and then started slowly rubbing it up and down his crack, letting him feel the veiny texture against his virgin hole.

“Do you want this, slave?” She whispered in his ear. “Do you want this fat fake cock in your man-pussy?”

Not particularly, Joel thought. But she’d just jam it in there, anyway. Better give her the answer she wants. So he replied, “Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Of course you do. I bet a slut like you can’t wait to have your ass fucked. Beg me for it,” Otiaht demanded, as she added more lube to butt and dildo.

“Um… Please give it to me, Mistress.” He hesitantly requested.

“Give you what? Where?” She grinned, “Tell me exactly what you want, slave.”

Fuck this demon whore, he thought to himself, but swallowed his pride to say approximately what she probably wants to hear: “Please fuck my filthy dude-cunt with your slippery fake penis.”

“With pleasure,” she says, and promptly starts pressing the big thing into Joel’s butt. He winces as the head forces its way in, but then she utters some demon enchantment to remove any feeling of pain he might have had from his first time. So from then on, all he can feel is the pleasure, as it slowly slides deeper inside him. (Though his own cock is still having a shitty time, in its cramped little chastity cage.) When it is in to the base, she starts working it out again, and then slowly presses it back in. She continues moving it in and out, until he begins to pant and moan. Then she stops suddenly, leaving the dildo in his ass. She uses another enchantment to prevent it from sliding out. “Now it’s time to put your clothes back on, slave.”

“What, now?!” He exclaims, “But you barely-“

“There isn’t time,” she cut him off, “The end of my break draws near, and I still need to inform you of the details of your punishment game.”

This wasn’t it?! He thought, while pulling his clothes on, over the bondage. He is lucky he wore baggy pants that day, because well-fitting ones wouldn’t have gone up all the way, with the leg bindings blocking the crotch of the pants. A t-shirt would have been impossible to get on, with his arms as they were, and even his button-up shirt was a struggle.

While he does that, Otiaht explains: “I have a fun quest for you, slave. I’m sure by now you want to be free of that chastity device, so I’ll give you the key. It’s locked in a small safe, here in the library, and the combination to the safe is written on the wall of a restroom stall at the mall. Third floor, center stall. You will have to get there, without anyone realizing you are wearing bondage under your clothes, or that you have a giant cock stuck in your ass. Well, you could let people know, but then word would get around that you’re some kind of sexual deviant, or perverted weirdo. It’s your decision, of course. So you get the combination and then come back here to get the key, and a reward. But you only have one hour, starting now. Good luck, slave!”

And with that, she unlocked the restroom door and went back to work, leaving Joel to hide the lube and extra rope, before someone comes in. A little too late, he realized he forgot to put on his underwear, before putting on his pants, so he quickly stuffed them into the backpack, along with the other items. When he came back to the library, he stowed the bag under the chair, where he’d found it. Then he sneakily grabbed a pen off a table, while someone wasn’t looking. I’ll need to write down this combination, once I find it.

The walk to the bus stop was easy enough. No one he passed on the sidewalk gave him a second glance. The bus ride itself was a bit more trying. Traffic was so slow, that Joel wondered if walking to the mall would have proved faster. In addition, he felt every bump along the way in the secret dildo in his ass. He noticed some people glancing in his direction, perhaps wondering why his face was so red or why he was so fidgety in his seat, but thankfully no one spoke to him.

The Mall was the most dangerous portion of the journey, because people who knew him would likely be hanging out there. Not close friends, of course, they’re all in predicaments similar to his own; but acquaintances who might want to chat. When he got off the bus he tried to keep his head down, and hoped no one would recognize him.

For the most part, the walk through the mall was the same as on the sidewalk; no one really even noticed his existence. But there were a few eager sales people at kiosks, who would try to pitch their products to him; after getting sprayed in the face with cologne, he learned to give them a wide berth. Still, no one commented on his flushed face or nervous demeanor, and no one noticed the hint of rope peeking out of the collar of his shirt.

Once he made it to the third floor, finding the restroom and the center stall was easy. Once inside, there was a variety of graffiti; none of it matching the handwriting on the note Melinda slipped him, earlier that day. Whatever, just write down everything that might be a lock combination. He scribbled it all down on the back of the note, circling the most likely candidate. A series of numbers separated by dashes, but unlike dates or phone numbers. “84-59-43.” Of course, those could be the three measurements of the girl whose phone number is directly below it. I’d sort of like to see what an 84-inch bust looks like. For possible future reference; he makes sure to write down the name and number, as well. Then he felt his poor dick straining against the chastity cage, again. “Yay, let’s think about giant boobs some more,” it seemed to exclaim. No, not yet dick; wait a little while longer. We’ll get that cage off, and you’ll be free, soon! Then we can think about all kinds of boobs.

Then he made his way back down to the first floor of the mall; more confident now that he won’t be caught, since the first half went so smoothly. He didn’t even bother to hunch down and attempt to hide his face. It was around the time he was avoiding the perfume kiosk that a hand suddenly clapped down on his shoulder.

“Joel?” A female voice said from behind him, “That’s you, right? Joel Bates?”

It’s one of the Goth girls that went to my high school, he thought to himself, as he turned around to face her. Crap, I ventured too closely to “Icy Issue,” that store which plays loud music and sells mostly black clothing. ”Hi, Delia,” he reluctantly replied.

“It is you!” She cheerfully exclaimed, “You haven’t changed a bit.”

She hadn’t changed much, either; with her two-tone hair, facial piercings, and thick black eyeliner. But damn if she isn’t hot. They exchanged some quick greetings and small talk; meanwhile, Joel noticed the girl running a hand down his arm, and stopping over where the rope would be, under his shirt. She knows. I have to get out of here. ”Hey uh, it was nice seeing you again, but I’m kind of in a rush, and need to get going,” he said while attempting to pull his arm out of her grasp.

But she pulled him close and whispered, “I know what you’re doing, Bates.”

“Y-you do?” Craaaaap. How much has she guessed, just from feeling my arm?

“Yes,” she said, “You’re into bondage, aren’t you? Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone. That would be uncool.”

“Oh… Uh, thanks, Delia.” He said, relaxing a bit, “I appreciate it.”

“Anyway,” she continued, pointing to her studded leather collar, “I’m pretty active in the local BDSM community, myself.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” he mumbled, while trying not to picture her as one of the ladies in those Bondage Weekly photos.

Then, she swiped the pen out of Joel’s shirt pocket and wrote her number on a scrap of paper and handed it to him, saying “Call me, if you want to play some time.” Then she turned and vanished into the dark lair of Icy Issue.

Well. That was strange. Or was it interesting? He shrugged and stuffed the number into his pocket, then realized she didn’t give his pen back. Hey! I stole that pen first! Can’t trust anyone, these days.

When he returned to the library, there were just a few minutes to spare. For the moment, there didn’t seem to be anyone around, so he went right up to his mistress. “I have what may or may not be the combination,” he announced, “Where’s the safe?”

Otiaht flashed a mischievous smile and answered, “Oh, there never was any safe. Here’s the key.” She reached down her blouse and pulled it out from between her breasts.

Joel’s face reddened, this time with anger rather than sexual frustration. “You sent me on a wild goose chase?”

“Yes,” she replied, “And you did well! Come, slave, it’s time for your reward.” Then she led him to the back of the library, into a section of old dusty books that haven’t been read in years. “We shouldn’t be disturbed, back here. Now, take your clothes off, and let’s remove those ropes.”

“Yes, mistress,” he sighed, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

She helped him, by taking off his pants. “No underwear? Naughty boy,” she purred. When he was naked, she untied the bindings, and then led him over to an old arm chair, kissing his passionately. When he was seated, she pulled his arms above his head, and tied them together.

“W-what are you-,” he started to say, but she interrupted him.

“Shhh…” She whispered, while binding his hands to the shelf behind him, “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Then she had him rest his legs on the arms of the chair, and tied them in place. “Now to free your little friend,” she announced, while unlocking and removing the chastity cage.

Joel’s cock sprang up immediately. “Freedom!” It seemed to sing. Then Otiaht removed the spell that held the large dildo in place, and he let out an involuntary moan as it started sliding out of his ass. But, before it could escape completely, she grabbed it and began pumping it in and out, like she had done earlier in the men’s room. She also started caressing his penis, with her free hand; and soon he was moaning more loudly. Oh shit, we’re in the library, he thought, biting his lip. Then she switched to sucking his cock, and he ended up cumming far too quickly, and letting out a long, uncontrollable moan of relief. Due to the frustrations of the last couple days, his load was larger than usual, but she swallowed it all, just the same.

Afterwards, she let the dildo fall to the floor and untied Joel’s legs and arms, allowing him to stand up. “And now for your reward,” she said.

This wasn’t it?! He thought to himself. He didn’t have time to ask her what the reward was, before a group of eight girls marched into that dusty, forgotten, section of the university library. Oh god, it’s the cheerleading squad. They’ve seen me standing here naked in the library. They’ll tell everyone that I’m some kind of creepy pervert.

The worry and fear must have been clear on his face, because his mistress assured him, “Don’t fret, slave; I brought them here for you. They are currently under an enchantment and won’t remember anything about this, come the morn.” The girls, in their skimpy uniforms surrounded Joel, and put their hands on him; one feeling his hairless chest, another squeezing a butt cheek, a bolder girl grabbing his cock, etc. “These girls are in a trance, and the only thing on their slutty minds is having their way with you. They’ll take turns fucking you, until your poor cock is begging to go back into its cage.”

“Thank you, mistress!” Joel chose not to hear the last portion of Otiaht’s statement, thinking this is awesome!! He grabbed the breasts of the girl standing in front of him and fondled them happily for a while. This is the fucking cheerleading squad! I’d never have a chance with any of them, much less all eight at once. I’m going to take my time, and savor this. Then, he tried kissing one, and she eagerly responded, with tongue. Sneakily, he undid her bra clasp, and then slid a hand under her top, to pinch her nipple.

The next couple hours were a blur, as the insatiable girls ravaged his body.

He didn’t remember when it ended or returning to the hotel room, but he woke up there the next morning. His neck and chest were covered in hickies. Remembering what he could from his cheerleader sexcapades caused a familiar straining sensation from his crotch. Unfortunately the chastity cage was back on his dick again.