The Price of Shoes

I stood in front of his door, a week of excitement leading up to this moment. I've been meeting with a new Dom as Rory for the last few months, every other week or so. As he was the first Dom I had seen being Rory, everything was still very new and terrifying. Showing up to his place fully dressed, feeling him exploring my body with his strong hands, even the first time being tied up. So many moments that made my heart burst through my chest with fear and excitement.

Today, however, was even worse than before! Earlier in the week he had told me not to bother bringing a special outfit for the evening. Sometimes he had requested I wear a specific outfit when I visited him. A maid, schoolgirl, lingerie, the usual. I would take pictures for him of all the options I had available, and he would pick what he wanted to see Rory in. It always made me happy having him pick an outfit out, knowing that he wanted me in it, commanded me to wear it. Almost enough to make a girl cum!

Which brings me back to today. I had chosen to wear my yoga pants, sneakers, and a very tight top. Bright pink, my caged little clit suctioned to my body, full on display from the tight fabric. Comfy, and yet just a hint of being a slut, perfect for Rory. This was all overshadowed by the fact that I knew he had bought an outfit for me for this evening. I pestered him all week to see it, what it entailed. But he would simply smile and change the subject, not giving me even a clue.

When he opened the door and saw the glare spread across my face, he burst into a smile. Chuckling at me, I was ushered inside, still pouting but visibly excited. Not wasting time, saying we were going to be "late", I was ushered upstairs to change. I tried to ask him where we were going, why were we going to be late, but he just shushed me, spanking my ass to keep me moving. I quietly growled at him, tired of secrets! But my bravado didn't last long, as I blushed and quieted myself under the glare that followed.

He stripped me down, having me fold my clothes neatly and lie across his lap. Naked except for my cage and wig, feeling his strong grip start to explore my ass and thighs, I moaned under his touch. My clit already throbbing, excited by the attention (as well as the lack of usage over the week since he messaged me), I felt myself quickly falling under his control. The sass, the glares, the pouting all melted away. My eyes wide I leaned into him, succumbing to his touch, his voice.

A firm hand crashed down on my left ass cheek, making me squeal. Next on the right. Then thighs. Back and forth he worked me over, reddening my backside to a shade of his liking. I was beyond excited from his punishment, feeling my clit beginning to leak through my cage. Tears welling in my eyes, I almost came as he moved a finger to my hole. Rubbing and prodding, he forced moan after moan out of his good girl.

Satisfied that he had spanked all the attitude out of me, he lubed up my plug for the evening, slowly pushing it inside my now very eager ass. Nestling against my g-spot, that oh-so-welcomed feeling, I whimpered as it slid into place. With a certain sternness in his voice, he commanded me to kneel, in between both his legs. I looked up, staring at my owner for the evening, both of us knowing I was ready to be his good girl. Sealing my fate, he locked my collar on me, comfy leather tight against my neck, that satisfying *click* telling me it wasn't coming off without his permission.

Mission accomplished, setting me in the proper headspace to be his good girl, his look softened into a smile. He tugged at the collar gently, a soft moan escaping me, pulling my head to his crotch. I could tell he was hard, he often was after he knew I had been properly reigned in and collared. He simply nodded, stroking my hair, telling me to be his good girl. Blushing, I quickly unzipped him, taking out his hard cock.

Stroking it in my hands, loving the irony that my own was locked away, desperate to be released and yet ignored as I held a different one in my hands. I ran my tongue along the bottom of the head, drinking in the groans coming from my owner. Slowly I slipped it into my mouth, lips encasing his warm and yummy cock. I moaned, feeding the addiction I had developed of having my lips wrapped around him. Feeling his cock pulse and grow, hearing the noises as he appreciated me being his good girl.

Lost in my own mind, I barely felt his hands grab ahold of my hair, pushing me further down, his cock entering my throat. Unable to breathe, I whined, staring up at him with watering eyes. He drank in the sight of me, holding me just long enough to almost panic, before letting me up just enough to take a breath around his cock. Not allowed to remove him, I was pushed down his cock again, my mouth just a toy for him to fuck.

I waited for him to finish using me, feeling his ownership tighten over me as his little plaything. He finally relented, letting me take a big gasp of breath, and continue at my own pace. Still breathing heavily, my own clit pulsing and leaking in its cage, I attacked his cock with frustration, desperately needing to feel it fill my mouth with cum. Never taking my eyes off him, I moved my lips up and down, tongue never leaving his cock.

Hearing the familiar groan, feeling his grip tighten once again, I knew he was close. Moaning with excitement around his cock, I didn't slow down, encouraging his orgasm as best I could. With a loud guttural sound, firm grip on the back of my head, I felt the first pulse of his orgasm flood my mouth. Jet after jet, pumping me full of cum, he twitched and quivered through the final bits of releasing. I waited like his good girl, waiting to show him, waiting to swallow.

Recovering just slightly, he pulled out a still very hard cock. I sat on my heels, hands on my thighs, as I held my tongue out and mouth open. I loved this part, showing him the results of my hard work, his cum coating every part of my mouth. He smiled as he pat my cheek, calling me his good girl. Blushing, I swallowed when he nodded, all that sticky cum going right down my throat. Mouth open for inspection one more time, I went to work cleaning off his cock, sucking the last little bits of cum out of his dick. I giggled, knowing my mouth would smell of him for the rest of the evening.

Zipping himself up, he left me kneeling in position as he gathered my outfit. The first order of business was the stockings. Bold red tops, with a seam running down the back of my legs, a personal favourite of both of ours. I fussed getting it perfectly straight in the mirror, clipping them to my garter. Satisfied, I turned around to show him, earning me a playful spank. Next I slid my panties up over my stockings, nestling my caged clit snug against me once again. A constant reminder of being locked up. Of being a good girl.

I touched up my make-up while he brought out a bag, matching my lips to the red of the stockings. I giggle when I saw the dress he had bought me, a simple little black dress, tight all through the body, widening into a pleated skirt at the waist. Near the top and hem of the dress was just a hint of see through material, which lined up perfectly with the red tops of my stockings. I spun around, feeling the dress twirl around me. Eyes wide with excitement, I showed off his purchase for him, seeing the approval and hunger in his eyes.

He had me sit on the bed, almost finished with his image of me for the evening. Bringing out a shoe box, I squealed with excitement waiting to see. I knew they must be special since he had teased me all week about them. When he lifted the lid I openly gasped, tracing my fingers over my new shoes.

Bold red, matching my stockings, with little red polka dots throughout. Six inch heels for me to teeter on, a folding fabric along the shoe giving it such a pretty texture and feel. The black bottoms a perfect juxtaposition, finished with a bow on the heel. they were the prettiest things I had ever seen. Speechless, I just stared at him, stared at my owner, unable to quantify my excitement to wear them.

Happy with my reaction, he smiled, taking them out one at a time, sliding them gingerly on my feet. He led me to the mirror, careful steps in the high heels as I drank in my reflection. I did every pose I could think of, showing them off in every which way. Still speechless, all I could do was hug him. Brushing hair out of my face, he kissed me deeply as I was in his arms. In that moment I truly was his, completely. His good girl.

He broke our embrace with a disclaimer that these shoes would cost me. I scrunched up my face in confusion as he laughed. Still running his fingers through my hair, he told me that later tonight I would find out exactly what that cost was, and if I wanted the shoes I would accept. My mind racing to a multiple of possibilities, I whined at him to tell me. Smiling, he just gently kissed me, saying I would find out in time.

Dressed and ready, I was led out the door on a leash, to wherever he was taking me. Still getting used to being in public as Rory (never mind while wearing a collar!), I blushed the entire walk to his car. I had to force myself to watch where I was going, heels clicking on the pavement, just staring at my new shoes. As he helped me into my seat, I sat with my legs together, staring down in wonderment. They were so cute!

I barely noticed the drive, pulling up to a secluded house, still glued to my shoes. He led me out of the car and I noticed just how many other vehicles were there. Where was he taking me? Standing at the door I was suddenly fully aware of my outfit, blushing as it opened to reveal a beautiful woman. She embraced my owner warmly and friendly, gasping at the toy he had brought with him. Taking my hands, she drank me in, having me twirl to show off my outfit. And of course, complimenting my shoes.

Feeling more confident after her inspection, I loosened up as we walked through the party. It was also relieving to see I wasn't the only one currently on a leash belonging to their owner. All kinds of people in all kinds of outfits were introduced. Some were shy like me, some much more forward. Multiple times through the night my butt was pinched, making me squeak. A group of Mistress' had me model my outfit for them, giving me poses to do as they snapped pic after pic. I blushed through all their compliments, the encouragement and attention making me brim with pride.

Through it all I hung onto my owner, not able to go far with my leash anyway. His hands also explored me through the night, making me suck on his finger finding the dampness in my panties. While he sat and chatted with people he had me kneel beside him, his hand stroking my hair. At one point he had me on all fours on the coffee table, making me a centerpiece of the room. My entire body burned as I was toyed with, people exploring me up and down. Feeling hands over my stockings, my panties, some even finding my clit, I moaned and whimpered through it all.

We left after what felt like an instant, my mind a fog of submission. Leaving the party with the biggest smile on my face, so happy he brought me as his toy. Driving home his hands never left my body, squeezing my stocking covered thigh, playfully snapping my garter straps. I moaned from his constant touch, extremely turned on after all that had transpired at the party. He rubbed my caged clit through my panties, making my eyes roll back in my head with need. All the while I could never take my eyes off my shoes, and the small voice in my head reminding me they came with a cost...

Moving into the house, my excitement building with each step, I moaned loudly as he kissed my neck closing the door. I could see the similar need in his eyes, the desire that had built up over the evening. Not interested in being gentle, he threw his good girl onto the bed. I laid still as he strapped a red ball gag to my mouth, instantly moaning around it. Hands flew behind my back to be cuffed, left on my knees with my ass in the air.

He pulled down my panties, spanking my clit and my ass. I felt like I was in a frenzy, ready for his cock to fuck me. The plug left my ass, leaving me wanting, and he didn't disappoint. Shoving himself all the way inside of me with one thrust, I screamed into my gag. Panting and moaning, I couldn't even move as he thrusted in and out of me with focus. I came almost instantly as he entered my ass, my clit dripping and leaking everywhere.

Quivering, he held onto my legs and heels, fucking me through my orgasm. I could barely breathe as he pumped into me, knowing he was going to cum very soon. Grunting and groaning, he pushed as far into me as he could, hands gripping my waist as he pulled me into him. I felt him twitch, filling his good girl with his cum, exhausted from his assault on my slutty hole. My ass and legs shook as he pulled out of me, not wanting him to leave. He gave my ass a few appreciative spanks, pushing my plug back in to trap his cum inside of me.

Helping me up, he stripped me out of my dress. Leaving the stockings and heels, he again had me kneel between his legs, putting his cock in my mouth to clean as he talked. I moaned around it, listening intently as he finally told me the cost of my outfit for the evening. He took a box from the nightstand, my eyes immediately wide with fear and excitement seeing exactly what this "price" would be.

He took out the smallest little chastity cage I have ever seen. Bright pink, made from what looked like a very light material, the tiny nub sticking from the ring looked impossibly small. I whimpered around his cock, not daring to take it out. He held the cage aloft while stroking my cheek, making sure he had my full attention.

While I gently sucked on him, he explained that the cost of my new outfit, my new shoes, would be this cage. Which he would have the key for. Which he would always have the key for. There would be no discussion. No bargaining. No pleading. He would own my clit, and I would wear this for him until he decided otherwise. I twitched in my cage as he explained, a mix of emotions at the prospect he was offering.

Staring into my eyes, lips wrapped around his cock, he made sure I knew this was a new step to our dynamic. No more random meet ups, no more simple play. He would own me, through and through. I would be his good girl. I hung on every word, his commanding tone forcing my attention. I looked from him to the cage, back and forth. Fear coursed through me at the prospect of losing control of my clit, and yet being controlled, being owned, made me weak in the knees. Inside I knew what my answer would be, yet a part of me fought it, terrified at what it meant.

Without taking his cock out of my mouth, I simply nodded, my eyes locked onto him. That commanding stare almost turning primal, knowing I was now his. He took my hand, laying me on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, heart beating so hard in my chest as I heard him grab the spare key to my cage I had given him months ago. I felt the familiar feeling of the lock sliding out of my cage, instantly getting excited. Quickly he slipped the ring off of me, leaving me exposed for the first time in a week.

I moaned, not used to my clit being erect. He chuckled, running his strong hand over it gently, enticing it to twitch. I felt something cold pressed against me, a gasp escaping my lips as I whined. Slowly my erection receded, yet my body was brimming with excitement and nerves. I knew what was coming, what was next. I felt the new ring slide over me, hugging my clit so tightly. Much lighter than my other one, I whimpered as the cage was slowly fitted onto my shrinking clit.

Small! All I could think of was how tight it felt. How snug. He quickly slid the lock in before I could get excited again, taking the key out and placing it in a safe place. His key. I felt him grab me by the hand, once again bringing me to my feet. He walked me over to the mirror, standing behind me as I stared at my reflection. Eyes still glued to my shoes, my pretty shoes that had cost me so dearly, I slowly gained the courage to move upwards to my clit.

There it was. Bright pink and small, almost looking foreign after being so used to seeing metal in its place. My fingers gently traced my new prison, soft moans escaping my lips. I couldn't believe how snug it was, how small. It seemed barely noticeable. My owner kissed my neck, drinking in my reactions. Hands running along my ass and stockings, he called me his good girl over and over. I hung my head back against his shoulder, falling back against him, into his touch.

Even though I was still nervous, I knew I had made the right choice. As his fingers found my plug and playfully pushed and pressured it, I felt my clit harden inside of me. No outward showing of excitement, just a bright pink caged clit. He took his other hand and began to play with me, rubbing my new clit vigorously. I moaned, staring in the mirror at the whore I had become. His whore. I drank in the shoes, the stockings, the clit. The building orgasm inside of me began to take route, and I gave in to it.

As I came all over his fingers, that new sensation of my clit growing inside my body, I knew that had sealed his ownership of me. I was his. Completely. His good girl. He brought my mess to my mouth and I happily cleaned his fingers. His stern voice in my ear, he asked if I was ready. Ready to be owned. Ready to be his good girl. Staring back at him in the mirror, feeling the sexiest and girliest I ever had, only two words left my mouth.

Yes, Master