Can't Escape

Two whole weeks. Somehow Jay had managed it. Two weeks without succumbing to his stupid fetishes. Two weeks since deleting Twitter and Tumblr and Reddit. Two weeks since he'd searched anything remotely sexual on his phone or computer. But most importantly, two weeks without contacting his Goddess.

It had become too much for him. Struggling to keep up with daily tasks in his life, he found himself constantly drawn to his phone, hoping to see a message from her. His apartment was a mess, he wasn't cooking as often as he was used to, and his laundry began to pile up as more and more boxers ended up soaked in cum. His work as a teacher even began slipping. He called in sick to go spend time with her. He spent his planning blocks at school with his eyes glued to her Twitter timeline or onlyfans, hiding his erection under his desk in his empty office. It had been starting to run his whole life.

Jay chuckled to himself as he thought about how quickly he had fallen into her control. Everything had happened so fast. He'd had his fetishes for quite some time, but only ever acted on them in the privacy of his room. He couldn't possibly have brought them up to a girlfriend or a hookup. He could just picture them running for the hills as he went through his submissive desires with them. But a random Twitter search changed all that. Typing his state and "femdom" into the search bar revealed mostly what he expected... men looking for a domme, "online dommes" who were clearly a catfish, and even a few dommes that seemed real but didn't spark his interest as they looked like they were in it only for the money and really didn't enjoy their interactions. But then he saw Goddess Kawaii. Incredibly beautiful, and a myriad of pictures and tweets clearly showing she got off on having power over a sub. He had typed out his message, not really expecting a reply and then boom! Conversation started flowing and soon Jay found himself expressing his innermost fantasies to her.

Jay couldn't believe his luck in finding her. She checked all his boxes. Tall, funny, demanding, creative, the list went on. He even found out that she performs as a dancer in clubs, playing right into his stripper fantasies. He couldn't stop himself from telling her everything. About the first time he had slipped on a pair of panties and the way his cock sprang to attention every time he had done so since. How he began a small collection of thongs by secretly swiping them from hookups or his sexy roommate. He told her how he dreamed of serving a sexy, dominant goddess. Being humiliated as her pantyboy, begging to feel her hand around his little cock, spending hours with her ass firmly planted on his face. It was like talking about all his dreams coming true and she used it. She played into every fantasy, keeping him in a constant state of arousal. It reached a point where Jay had run out of clean panties after her photos, videos and voice clips had him squirting his pathetic load into the silky fabrics multiple times a day. She even prodded him to wear them to work and in public. Chastising him for not owning more.

She sank her hooks in quickly and had him in the palm of her hand. Soon he had subscribed to her onlyfans and it became a tab he checked regularly. He bought gifts from her wishlist as they brainstormed hot scenarios to play out when they meet in person. The words flowed easily back and forth, but always with a tone of reverence from his side, addressing her as instructed as "your highness."

The sexual chemistry seemed off the charts. Him willing to submit to her every will. Her salivating at the chance to use him as an instrument of her pleasure. Before a month had passed, they progressed to in person meetings. A shopping trip followed by a meal and playtime and a trip to visit her at her club while she danced were the ultimate highlights for him (stories for another time). She humiliated and commanded him with a grace and power that left him weak in the knees and wet in the crotch!

But that's when it began to get out of control. His world seemed to somewhat unravel as he was enraptured by her and falling further and further under her command. She had begun picking out his outfits, assigning daily tasks, controlling his diet, all while keeping him horny to no end with her tantalizing fantasy ideas and her daily sexy photos.

He had to break away. She had taken too much power and he knew if he didn't break away now, he may never be able to.

And now here he sat, proud of himself for what he thought was as clean a breakaway as he could've hoped for. As he got home from work on Friday evening, he couldn't help but feel good about his mental state. So good in fact that he started to get a little horny and sexual thoughts began to creep in. Jeff had not orgasmed for the last two weeks, trying to keep his mind as far from sexual topics as possible in the attempt to shut out his fetishes and his desires to contact her and fall back under.

His cock began to harden as he soaped it up in the shower. "Maybe I've earned a little playtime tonight," he thought to himself, rinsing off and reaching for his towel. Still naked, he strode through the empty apartment, grateful that his roommate worked late on Fridays. Grabbing his laptop and seeking out his hidden bottle of lotion, he settled in on the couch.

As the computer turned on though, a sense of panic set in. "Jerking off to porn is one of the things that got me into all that trouble," he thought. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." Looking down at his cock though, he knew he had to try to find some relief tonight. Going from cumming almost twice a day to not at all is a big jump and his cock throbbed in protest as he shut his laptop.

"I'm going to go out and find a girl tonight," Jay exclaimed, rising from the couch! "No porn, no Femdom, just going to go to the club and see if I can vibe with someone."

His mind made up, Jay began racing around the house, settling on a casual outfit and giving his face a quick shave. Soon he was headed out the door and on the road to one of the few nightclubs in the area. Pulling into the lot, he noticed the crowds of young people milling around the cars and prepping to head inside.

"This is exactly what I need tonight," he thought, watching a group of college girls walk past, dressed to the nines in skimpy little outfits and tall heels. Being in his early 30's, Jay wasn't convinced he could handle one of the college girls, but it looked like there were plenty of women closer to his age that he hoped to show a good time.

Jay entered the dark, noisy club and took a moment to let his eyes adjust. It had been a while since he was on this scene, but the sweaty bodies and beat of the music started to get him going. He made his way through the crowd and approached the bar.

"Hiya cutie, what'll it be?" The slim blonde bartender smiled at him across the counter. Jays words stuck in his throat a moment as his eyes fell from her pretty face to the deep line of cleavage, displaying a perky set of what must've been C cups and a hint of a lacy pink bra. His cock stirred under his khakis as his stare lingered. "Helloooo? Anything to drink?" She called out, shaking him from his stupor.

"Fuck I need to get laid!" He thought, coughing quickly to cover his pause and thinking he may as well start strong. He ordered a shot of tequila and a jack and coke. Downing the shot, he grabbed his other drink and stepped back to assess the room.

If he thought the girls outside were hot, watching them writhe and twist on the dance floor was even hotter. His gaze fell on a few girls who might be potential partners. All around his age, out with seemingly a small group of friends, dancing like they were definitely interested in meeting someone. While he found several of these women attractive as he looked group from group, his jaw literally almost hit the floor when he saw the girl in the green dress.

She was standing off to the side of the floor, nursing some fruity looking drink. Relatively short, she stood about 5'6" and made the tight dress look painted on. Her legs stretched from the "way too short to be appropriate" dress down to the stilettos adorning her feet. Her dark eyes and full lips framed perfectly by her short curly black hair. Her overall beauty was apparent, but Jay only had eyes for her tits. The way they pushed up in her dress created the illusion that they were ready to burst out of their tight green prison. And was that a hint of nipple he could see through the fabric? Perhaps she had ditched a bra for her evening out.

Jay could feel his heart pump a little faster as he watched her from afar. He knew exactly who he wanted to go home with. His heart may have actually skipped a beat as he finally pried his eyes from her body and looked up to see her eyes planted firmly on his. She flashed him a sly, knowing smile, having caught him nearly drooling over her.

Downing his drink in one large gulp, Jay began to wind his way through the crowd towards the vision in green. She smiled warmly at him as he approached. "I'm Sara. Would you care to dance?" She asked before he even had the chance to speak.

"Of course!" He practically shouted at her, not believing his own luck. He didn't even need to think of a line or try to charm her. She must've liked his look enough to want to spend some time with him on that alone. This was exactly the palate cleanser he needed to get his mind away from his former goddess.

The next hour went by in a flash, Jay becoming increasingly aroused as Sara swayed and ground herself against him. They couldn't share much in terms of conversation, but her sultry looks and sexy gyrations were more than enough for him.

As the beat slowed for a moment, she turned and pressed herself against him. Her generous breasts pushed up toward his face. "I don't live far from here," she breathed in his ear. "How about joining me at home for a drink?"

Jay couldn't agree quick enough and soon she was pulling him by the wrist back through the crowd towards the exit. They hit the parking lot and she led him to a low, gray sedan. "We can get your car later. For now, you can ride with me." She informed him as she settled into the driver's seat. He dropped into the passenger side and gasped as he glanced her way. Her green dress had ridden up as she sat and he was now staring longingly at her elegant, long legs and could just barely make out a pair of silky black panties peeking from beneath the dress. This night could not get any better.

They shared some playful banter as she drove, discussing daily lives and hobbies. True to her word, it was a short drive and not five minutes later they pulled into the lot of a decent looking apartment complex. He followed the gentle sway of her ass and was rewarded with a beautiful view up the back of her dress as she climbed the stairs in front of him. He could now see that the silky black panties were a thong and it framed her round ass perfectly.

Crossing the threshold of her apartment, Jay barely had time to look around before she was on him. Her hand quickly gripped his semi hard cock through his pants, sending a jolt of life into it. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "You're going to have so much fun tonight."

Pulling him to the bedroom, she was like a woman possessed and he was not about to offer any resistance. Again, this had to be the best case scenario or escaping the clutch his goddess had on his mind. Her dress was quickly on the floor revealing her little black thong and the fact that she had been without a bra for the evening. Not that it was needed. Her tits looked great without the support. She briskly pulled Jay's shirt over his head and had his pants around his ankles in no time.

Stepping out of his pants and shoes, Jay stood proudly, hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. While not exactly muscular or fit, Jay was active and his body had a decent shape to it. She pushed him back onto the bed and made him moan as her hand slid inside his underwear and wrapped firmly around his growing cock.

She gave him a few long teasing strokes while kissing his neck before she moved her mouth up next to his ear. "Baby, I love sucking cock, but I have such a fetish for not letting a man watch. I want to block out his sense and force him to put all his focus on my warm wet tongue sliding up and down his hard cock." Her hand slid along his shaft as she said this. "Would you pretty please let me put my sleep mask on your eyes before I go down on you?"

By now, all the blood had definitely rushed to Jay's cock and he was clearly thinking with his little head. Here was a gorgeous girl who wanted his cock in her mouth and all he had to do was agree not to be able to see it. No problem!

She smiled at him as he nodded and he quickly found his world had gone black as she moved the mask over his eyes. True to her word, he soon felt her warm mouth glide over his throbbing cock. The feeling was short lived as after a minute or so his cock slipped free of her lips and he felt her move back up the bed towards his face.

"This is so hot, Baby, but I'm really worried about you peeking. If you trust me, I promise it won't be long before your cock is sliding into something tight and pink."

Jay's cock literally twitched at the thought of her pink pussy engulfing him. He would have agreed to literally anything at that moment. "I trust you! Please fuck me!" He called out, still unable to see. Immediately, his torso was pressed down into the bed as she mounted his chest, using her knees to pin his arms above his head. Disoriented by the mask and the sudden pressure, he barely even registered the click as the first handcuff closed around his right wrist, securing his arm to the headboard. He began to struggle for a moment, but there was nothing he could do in this position as she easily clamped a second set of cuffs around his left arm. In an instant her weight lifted off him and he was left blind and bound to the bed.

"What's going on!? Please, I just want to have normal sex!" He called out to her. "So much for trying to avoid kinky submissive stuff for the night," he thought to himself.

Jay heard her moving about the room as he continued to struggle against the cuffs, pulling to no avail. "Please!" He cried out. "You're so beautiful and I really do want to spend the night with you, but I'm trying to avoid kinky shit at the moment. I just want to fuck you!"

His blood turned to ice as a new voice filled the room and a firm hand grasped his cock. "You pathetic little bitch! You think she really wants to fuck this little white cock! Ha! There's no escaping the kinky shit pantyboy... you're mine!"

Jay's fear was confirmed as the blindfold was ripped off his face and his goddess stood leering down at him. The sight was both terrifying and awe inspiring all rolled together. Sara was gone, replaced by the exact woman he had been trying to avoid.

Goddess Kawaii stepped back from the bed and did a slow spin, knowing Jay's eyes were following every curve of her body. She was dressed head to toe in some latex contraption that made her radiate power and beauty. Black boots laced up her long, muscular legs, giving her an extra bit of height with the heel. The latex panties hugged her curve, leaving very little to the imagination. As she turned, Jay could see that the panties were struggling to contain her magnificent ass. A corset top pushed her full breasts up and just barely covered her nipples. A small silver key hung on a chain in the line of her cleavage.

Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she took in the sight of the poor entangled man on the bed before her. "You really thought you could get away from me, Pantyboy? You thought you could just ghost me and the time we spent would go away. That I would let you out of my little web?! So naive." She cooed down at him. "I must not have done a very good job of getting it through your head during our first few meetings. Rest assured, little sissy, after tonight, you will know to whom you belong."

Jay thrashed against the cuffs and pleaded for his release. "Please, Your Highness. I'm so sorry! Please let me out. Please let me go!"

"You thought you could just walk into some club and subject some poor woman to that worthless excuse for a cock? Ha! Lucky for me, Sara found you and recognized you immediately," she jeered as a look of confusion spread across his face. "Oh she didn't mention where she works? Silly little Pantyboy. She dances at the club with me. She's actually the whole reason that I got into the BDSM scene in the first place."

Goddess Kawaii continued laughing down at him as Jay's eyes went wide. It really had been too good to be true. Such a beautiful woman being so forward with him and bringing him back to her place after such a short time. He had been duped, and now was going to pay for it.

"Now about your punishment," She continued. "Clearly this ass hasn't made enough of an impression on you. So I'm going to give you a very long time tonight to get to know it. But really I think that may be being too nice. I know how much you crave this beautiful ass and wouldn't want to risk you shooting off too soon now would we." she giggled, running a finger up the length of his cock.

"I have just the thing to help with that," Sara said, striding back into the room. "I told you that it wouldn't be long before you were sliding that little cock into something tight and pink!"

Jay's eyes snapped wide and he thrashed at his bonds with a new vigor as Sara held up the intimidating piece of plastic in front of him. It may be small and pink, but the chastity cage still instilled terror in Jay's mind. "No No! Please! Please no, Your Highness!" He began to plead and beg for any other punishment.

"Sara, I'm not interested in hearing anymore from this little bitch tonight. Do you have anything that will shut him up?" Jay's goddess asked.

"I think I have just the thing," Sara said, handing the cage to Goddess Kawaii and walking towards his face. As she reached the side of the bed right beside his head, she turned, pushing her ass out towards his face. Jay's cock couldn't help but pulse back to its full hardness as she slowly peeled down her silky black thong, catching it before it hit the floor. "Since I hear you're such a pantyboy, let's see how you like mine!" She gave a sharp tap on Jay's balls and when he gasped in pain, she took the opportunity to shove her balled up thong deep into his mouth.

"Now, Pantyboy, if you ever want to cum again, you'll keep that in there and suck it clean like a good little sissy," Goddess Kawaii explained to Jay. Knowing he needed the chance to blow his load again and not being sure how serious she was, Jay quickly began sucking on the thong. He couldn't help but let out a little moan and thrust his cock forward as he realized just how wet Sara had been and how much of her cream had soaked into her skimpy panties.

"Well well, Pantyboy, this won't do!" Goddess Kawaii exclaimed as she gave a long slow stroke of his cock. "You're being punished, we can't have you enjoying it too much. I think it's quite time for your little clitty to get all locked up."

Jay could only lay in horror as he felt their hands poking and prodding around his cock and balls. Moving them this way and that. He refused to look down, but felt the ring wrap tight around his balls. The women tried valiantly for a few minutes, but try as they might, Jay was simply too hard for his cock to fit into the small pink cage. Sara left the room and returned a moment later holding a small ice pack. "Just the thing to get your clitty all ready for it's new home!"

Jay gasped and bit down on the thong gagging him as the ice was applied to the head of his cock, feeling his erection quickly start to deflate. As soon as he had gone soft, Sara swirled a small dollop of lube around the head of his cock and Goddess Kawaii pressed it deep into the cage. A moment later, the women sat back smiling as Jay looked down at them, cock now securely locked up in the pretty pink cage.