Meeting Raquel Ch. 08

Moving on, I worked the tiny bits of fabric that were covering her big tits down so that they were exposed. Still behind her I put the first clamp on the flesh just behind her left nipple. Raquel gasped and cried, "I...I need my ass filled, Master!" She said the same thing when the plastic-coated tip did the same to her right nipple. "Unh...I need my ass filled, Master..." she moaned.

"I'm going to help you get on your knees. Kneel."

"I need my ass filled, Master," she repeated as more of a moan than a statement or agreement. I knew that at this point her libido would be on fire.

It was awkward but I got her so that she was kneeling on the carpet, then said, "Open your mouth." She did and I filled with the gag, buckling it around her head so that it couldn't come off. I then helped her bend at the waist so that her right cheek was on the floor.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"I need my ass filled, Master," she mumbled through the gag in a tone that said, "yes."

"Good girl." She shivered again. I gave the gag a couple of pumps and she groaned. "Can you still breathe comfortably?"

She moaned the same phrase into the gag and nodded in the affirmative. "Good girl." She shivered then squeaked as I pumped it up once more. "How about now?" I got the same answer so I pumped it once more.

There was a trace of alarm in her voice when I asked again, so I stopped. "Good girl." It was the same reaction.

An evil grin on my face, I said, "Doll, slave girl." She stopped moving at all with the exception of breathing. "Here's the best part: you may come on your own, slave girl." I thought I head a change in her breathing that would equate to a groan of frustration mixed with lust, but I couldn't tell.

I was quick to strip, and was lubing my cock up within thirty seconds. I pulled her thong down so that it was still cradling her caged cock, but her ass was open for entry. I pushed the head of my cock against her sphincter and it gave me entrance willingly. Once I had slid my hardness inside her to the hilt, I grinned again. "Actually, this is the best part. It's OK for you to get hard again, slave girl," I announced at the same time that I began to saw my hardness in and out of her willing ass, trying to angle my thrusts so that my cock would be rubbing against her prostate as much as possible.

There was what sounded like a frustrated but aroused sigh coming out of the motionless girl I was fucking. I reached around her, leaning over so that I could caress her magnificent breasts. In the process of doing that I may have bumped the clamps on her nipples, making her take heavy breaths as I did, finally catching the chain with my fingers and pulling down on it fairly hard. She didn't make any noise but her ass muscles clamped down on me so hard it almost hurt and her breaths were husky, and I realized that Raquel was coming.

"Good girl," I encouraged as I kept fucking her. I was already thinking about making her finish the cleaning that she wanted to do in this outfit she chose to wore with her cum-stained panties stuffed in her mouth. I had to shove that aside because I wanted her to come with me and I would have achieved that precipice far too soon if I'd followed that line of thought. I got so wrapped up thinking about stuff that wasn't fucking her that I started to go soft, so I grabbed her clamp chains and gave them another yank. She gave another deep breath and clamped down on me again, and listening to the way she was breathing, I could tell--look, I'm fairly attentive in bed, and I know the signs--that she was about to come again.

"That's right, you submissive slut! I want you to come just from me fucking you while your cock is locked away in a chastity cage! Come for me!" I grunted as I felt my scrotum start to contract.

She didn't give any outward signs but I felt her ass contract around my hardness and the timing seemed to match up with the way her muscles contracted when she was climaxing, and that just made it that much more sexy. I almost shouted as I shot load after load into her, draining my balls completely.

"Thank you for getting hard for me, slave girl. Your will is your own, slave girl. Real girl, slave girl," I panted.

"Mmmmmmph!" Raquel groaned, her asspussy clamping down on me again. I pulled out and cleaned us both up with a towel and slid her panties all the way off. Just as I had expected, there was a big wet spot on the front where her cock had dumped its load. I grinned and set them aside for the moment.

"Stand up. I'll help," I ordered.

When she got to her feet, Raquel looked at me with pure lust. Her face was flushed and she was panting around her gag. I removed the cuffs on her wrists and the gag and she gasped, "Thank you, Master! I'm still really horny but that was a fantastic orgasm. Thank you for fucking it out of me."

I stood, smiling as I pulled my pants and underwear up. I kissed her deeply and grinned. "It was my pleasure. Don't you still have some cleaning to do?"

Raquel looked down. "Yes, Master."

"I want you to get back to it, but with a couple of modifications." I pulled her cum-soaked panties down so they were around her ankles and helped her step out of them, then picked them up. "Open your mouth." She did and I put her panties, with the fabric soaked with her load of sperm on the bottom so that it was against her tongue, into her mouth. "Until I tell you otherwise you're going to clean while you're cleaning your load out of your panties, you dirty slut," I declared.

She blushed while at the same time taking a deep breath, which I knew meant that she was simultaneously humiliated and aroused.

"Yyttth, Mtthtr," she mumbled through her cum-soaked panties.

"Good girl," I said softly as I kissed her on the cheek. She sighed and I could see the front of the skirt of her maid costume twitch a little as her cage bounced with arousal.

I then had her bend over and I put the plug back in her ass to ensure that she'd be carrying my sperm load around in her ass.

Once she was once again full, Raquel glanced down at her impressive bust then looked at me with a question in her eyes. "Mmmphh?"

"Are you asking if you can have the clamps off your nipples?"

She nodded yes.

"I like them where they are," I declared and went back to packing.

She yelped when I smacked her ass as she walked away to continue cleaning. Now that I was satisfied for now I could concentrate again. Having a sexy, curvy, submissive transgirl dressed as a maid while her cock was locked in a chastity cage was distracting to say the least. I was going to miss her over the next week but I had a few ideas on how to keep both of us entertained over the time we'd be apart.

I finished packing just after she finished vacuuming and she clicked over to where I was sitting on the couch, giving me a cute little curtsy before kneeling in front of me while pulling the front of her skirt up. There was a string of precum hanging from the opening at the end of her cage. "You're still very turned on, aren't you, slut?" I asked.

She blushed and nodded. "Yyttth, Mtthtr."

Raquel let out a small yelp as I reached down and gave her smooth balls a little squeeze, then sighed as I wiped the precum from the end of her cage and smeared it over her voluminous breasts. "Just how I like you. Open up."

Her mouth opened wide and I extracted her panties. "How much did you like that?"

"I loved it, Master, thank you," she said in a quiet voice. "Tasting my cum while I'm your locked slut and cleaning in a slutty maid costume is so sexy, Sir."

"Good girl," I praised. She sighed and the cage moved. Moving out of Master/slave territory and into significant other territory, I changed my tone: "How are your nipples?"

"They're getting sore, sir."

"Do you need them off?"

"I think so, sir. I'm getting away from the good pain to just pain."

"Okay," I said, giving her a soft kiss. I then bent down and removed the clamp from her left nipple and she cried out in pain, then gasped with pleasure when I took it into my mouth to soothe the ache.

She groaned when I repeated the process on her right nipple. "I'm sooo turned on, Master," she whined.

"Good. Tell me why."

She took a deep breath. "Because I'm your locked slut maid and my cock's stuck in a cage and I have a plug holding your load in my ass, Master. I know you're treating me this way because it turns me on and you're doing it because you love me and that makes me feel so good and that turns me on. Sir."

I took her face in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. "I love you so much! Thank you for giving yourself to me this much." I kissed her, a long, slow, passionate kiss where our tongues danced. Mine was definitely the lead but she made her own contribution, of course.

Since I was done packing and had to leave the next day, we agreed for Raquel to get out of the maid outfit but to remain caged and plugged while we spent the afternoon and evening together. She agreed to stay that way with the caveat that I would leave a key for her in an emergency. I placed a key in an envelope, sealed it, then signed it with the date over the flap so I could easily tell if it had been opened.

As the credits for the movie we were watching began to roll, I whispered, "Welcome Wagon, Slave Girl."

Raquel's mouth opened as if to speak but no words came out. Her eyes locked with mine, filled with lust. She slid her sexy body off the couch and onto her knees between my legs. She looked up at me, pleading. "What? Do you want something?" I asked, feigning innocence and ignorance.

She nodded vigorously.

"Well? What is it you want?" The look on her face changed to frustrated as her mouth worked but no words came out. "You seem pretty frustrated," I mused.

Raquel gesticulated, trying to gesture to me, sort of pantomiming some kind of opening action but nothing definitive. Of course I knew what she wanted but keeping her frustrated was something we both enjoyed. "If you need to touch me you are allowed."

She looked relieved and lunged forward, tugging my shorts and boxers down to reveal my hardening member. As soon as my clothes were off she dove in, taking my cock in her mouth and into her throat with one smooth motion. I groaned. "Fuck, sexy, that feels so goddamn good!"

Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner lined with the softest wet silk you can imagine. Constant suction, her throat massaging my crown while her tongue ran over every square millimeter of skin it could reach, while she applied a gentle touch as she played with my scrotum. "You're doing such a good job I'm gonna come," I breathed. That only served to encourage her further and somehow she sucked even harder. "Fuuuuuuck..."

I reached down and caressed her magnificent breasts and said, "You are denied, Slave Girl...I'm gonna come!" With that, I did, the megawatts of pleasure shooting to the tips of my toes as spurt after spurt of my cum shot directly down her throat.

Once I was finished I had to pull her off me. She was panting and her eyes were watering. "I was so close, Master!" she pouted.

I grinned, pulling my clothes back on. "I was pretty sure you were."

"That's not fair!"

"Then why did you agree to have me plant that trigger in your head?"

She didn't respond, she just pouted. "I'm so horny!" she added a moment later.

"Good. I want you ready for me when I get home," I explained.

"I'm always ready for you, sir!" she tried to argue.

I bent down and kissed her softly and replied, "But it turns me on knowing that not only are you locked in that cage, no matter how you try you won't be having any orgasms until I tell you that you're allowed to. That makes you my good girl." She shivered again, the micro-orgasm feeling I allowed her making her close her eyes for a few seconds.

"I love you, Master," she told me as she looked me in the eye.

"I love you, too, slave girl. I already can't wait to get home to you."