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Zoe gave a groan as she kicked off her shoes, the vixen stretching up and yawning. Being at work was exhausting enough just from all the business in the rush season, but it was even more tiring pretending. She stripped off the pants and brightly coloured workshirt, revealing a pair of feminine lace panties and a sports bra. Not being out was exhausting with the constant anxiety that somebody would notice something, something that wasn't as it was supposed to be for a typical male fox.

After a bracing shower to wash her fur, the vixen took a pill, swallowing it quickly with a gulp of cold water. Two more smaller pills were then placed delicately beneath her tongue, left there to dissolve. They tasted more like chalk than anything but it wasn't a bad taste and Zoe had long since gotten used to it anyway. Besides, it's not like she didn't want to take them; it'd been a long road to get the little pills of oestrogen and she was more than willing to down each and every one.

The vixen set herself about making a quick snack, glancing at the clock. As it got closer and closer to the agreed-upon time, her heart beat faster until it was thudding in her chest. Only when the oestrogen pills had dissolved completely did she eat, doing so quickly with her eyes on the clock on the wall. She'd been waiting for this day, this hour, for more than a week. A very long, hard, frustrating week...just the thought made her whine, reaching down to squeeze at her panties.

Beneath the lacy fabric lay the vixen's plump sheath and heavy balls, but also something else: a metal cage. It enclosed her sheath in its entirety, a small slit at the end allowing her to pee but not get aroused even the tiniest amount. She couldn't do more than have her sheath swell against the metal, throbbing and aching uselessly, no matter how horny that she got.

She gave it a useless squeeze, a light groan leaving Zoe's muzzle as she barely felt the touch. Some clear pre dripped from her tip in the chastity, leaving a wet spot on the fabric of her underwear. The vixen rolled her balls in her hand a few times, the gentle stimulation making her shiver but it was only a tease. Her panties got wetter still. It was hard to stop, even when she knew that it was useless, but after a few minutes, she managed it.

Zoe just stashed all of the dirty dishes and plates in the sink, leaving them there for later. She was too excited to clean them up now; the only mess she was interested in was her underwear. She hurried to the bedroom, glancing once more at the clock. There was a little time left, so she stripped off her sports bra hurriedly and put on a sexier one made of lace to match the panties. Her nipples were left completely visible, but that was kinda the point. There was a full length mirror in her wardrobe and Zoe opened the door to look at herself.

She'd always hated this mirror but now it was getting better. Now she could look at her reflection without the urge to cry welling up. Looking back at her was a vixen, undoubtedly. Maybe a little tall and broad in the shoulders, but with a curvy ass and a small waist that was undeniably feminine. Zoe could have done with a little more curve to her hips, but it was a small complaint.

The vixen reached up to cup her breasts with a smile. They were small but well shaped and still growing to boot. Her nipples were already hard, the rings she'd had pierced through them poking through the lacy fabric of the bra. Her tits were some of her favourite parts and she liked to show them off, especially with all the effort she'd gone through to grow them in the first place! They looked good in this bra, really good. Have to wear it more often for Mistress, she thought idly, then jumped as she remembered. It was almost time!

Rushing into the bedroom, she booted up the system. It was an simple room, with a large, king-sized bed on one side and a desk on the other. On and around this desk though, there was stranger paraphernalia. There was a high quality camera that was pointed at the bed, along with an equally expensive directional microphone. Even across the room, someone would be able to hear her breathing on the bed. There was a computer to run everything and also a special teleprompter with text large enough that Zoe could easily read it from the bed. All this was courtesy of her mistress, of course.

It had started out as a bit of online fun, RPing and stuff in chat rooms and then through DMs. But Mistress and Zoe had gotten closer and closer, becoming more intimate until, finally, Zoe begged to be Mistress's pet. Mistress had agreed, on condition that Zoe do whatever she was told. The vixen had agreed to that in an instant. The first order had been to send a nude photo with her face included, something Zoe had been hesitant about doing. But she'd done it and everything had escalated. First there'd been crappy home videos, then low-quality webcam footage of her acting out her owner's orders. Slowly it'd built to this high quality setup that Zoe now had, all provided by her Mistress.

Mistress never used their voice, or revealed much about themselves. Zoe knew Mistress was female, and she suspected very rich. There were little details that she'd picked up, like that Mistress's job was stressful and that she spent a lot of time working, but they were small tidbits picked up here and there. Little solid or concrete had ever been shared, but Zoe still trusted her completely.

Once the computer that ran the video streaming started up all its various processes, Zoe jumped onto the bed, kneeling there and facing the camera. She was clad only in her underwear, the panties of which were nearly soaked. They only did these sessions once a week, and Zoe had been ordered into chastity three sessions ago. She was more than a little needy and dearly hoped that tonight would be the night that she'd be able to take it off.

Her sheath ached at the very thought and she reached down to squeeze around the cage and her balls again, moaning softly. The teleprompter flashed, displaying a countdown of thirty seconds. The vixen couldn't stop herself from trembling in excitement. When the countdown reached a ten, she suddenly remembered where her hands were, blushing furiously and placing them behind her back in the proper pose.

As soon as the countdown finished, Zoe spoke. "Slut says evening, Mistress!" The words came out eagerly, the excitement and tense anticipation evident in her voice. Zoe was rather insecure about her voice; it never sounded quite right to her, but when it came to Mistress, all of that seemed to just fall away. "Slut has been looking forwards to tonight."

Her mistress's typing was extraordinarily fast and impeccable; there was never a single typo. It appeared on the teleprompter, letting Zoe read every word easily.

So I can see, Slut. Why, just look at the state of those panties.

Zoe blushes hard, glancing down at her soaked panties. "I couldn't help that," she whined. "It's been so long since I've been out, Mistress, that it just happens!"

Well, we can't have that. Take them off.

The vixen did so eagerly, slipping off the damp fabric and kneeling on the bed in just her bra. Her cage was on clear display, the shiny metal glinting in the lights from the ceiling.

You can't leave them like that, all soaked. Put them in your muzzle and clean them.

The blush on Zoe's face deepened beneath her fur, but she obeyed almost instantly, wadding up the fabric and stuffing it between her lips. The taste of her own precum filled her muzzle as she sucked on the panties, squirming in place in a mixture of arousal, humiliation, and pleasure at obeying. Once the panties were more soaked with saliva rather than pre, Zoe pulled them back out and held them up.

Good girl. You can throw those down. Now tell me, how has my slut been dealing with her cage?

Zoe whimpered and reached down to caress the metal gently before snatching her hand away, realising that she hadn't been given permission to touch. "It's been hard, Mistress," she admitted. "I'm throbbing so...nnngh...much. I want to get hard but the cage won't let me even a little bit. It just aches and throbs and I can't even touch it a little!"

That's how good sluts are supposed to feel: always needy for their mistress. Or am I wrong?

There was another whimper from the vixen but she shook her head quickly. "No, Mistress," she said, the words tumbling out. "You're not wrong at all."

How does the cage feel, Slut?

"So tight, Mistress," Zoe groaned, feeling her shaft throbbing against the metal. She knew though that, no matter how desperate she got, that that warm steel would always win against her aching cock. And oh did it ache, her tip desperately trying to leave the confines of her sheath and failing every time. The very end pressed into the tiny slit to pee through, unable to go any further.

Good, that's just how I like you, Slut. Today is a very special session that I have planned. Did you receive my gift?

Nodding, Zoe leaned over to grab a parcel. It was still sealed; she wasn't to open presents from Mistress unless it was on camera.

Ah, good, it arrived. It will be part of the grand finale I have planned for tonight's session. Now, show off your cage like a good girl.

Zoe did as she was told, scooting over to the edge of the bed and then spreading her legs wide. The cage locked between her thighs gleamed, impenetrable metal keeping her cock safely locked away. She gave it a little stroke, groaning as she imagined the touch moving across the plump sheath underneath, then lifted the cage up to show off of her balls. The softly-furred balls were encircled with a steel ring to keep the whole ensemble in place.

Very good, you've taken care of it. But that clothing won't do. Take off your bra and go and get your stockings, gloves, and collar.

It was all the vixen could do not to squeal in excitement. Those were special items indeed. They were all enchanted with kinky magics, and each was a gift from her Mistress. Not to mention each was probably as expensive as a small car. She lay each thing out on her bed, then began with the stockings. They were shiny black rubber, enchanted to slip on easily without the need of talcum powder or anything else. They went right up to her thighs, also enchanted to never slip down. Zoe let out a moan at the feeling of smooth, slick rubber sliding up her legs, leaving none of her russet fur visible. Her cock throbbed powerfully for a few moments and then she did the other leg, this one drawing a longer moan.

There was one more enchantment to the stockings though. As Zoe tried to stand, the soles of her feet suddenly felt unbearably sensitive and with a gasp, she dropped to her hands and knees. "These still work, Mistress," she said, climbing back onto the bed but being careful not to stand. "Have to crawl...can't stand up at all."

Good sluts like you shouldn't have to stand, unless you're in your ballet heels. Keep going with the rest of it.

The gloves were next, going to her upper arms. They had the same enchantments to ensure they were easy to put on and didn't slip, but the special enchantment on these were different. Everywhere they touched made Zoe's body super sensitive. She ran her hands down over her thighs and moaned as the electric sensations flooded through her. When she wasn't chaste, the feel of these gloves on her cock and sheath were indescribable...and something she couldn't wait to feel.

The last thing was the collar, which fit smoothly and snugly around the vixen's throat. It was neither too tight nor too loose, perfectly fit to her. This was the piece that excited Zoe the most. The magic in the collar prevented any negative side effects from bondage. She would never get damaged muscles or tendons, or rope burn, or poor circulation. Almost anything could be done bondage-wise and the magic in the collar would ensure that she was perfectly fine at the end of it. If Mistress wanted it on, it meant she had a fun night ahead of her.

"All done, Mistress," she said eagerly, sitting back on the bed and making sure to spread her legs to show off the cage.

We're not even close to done, my Slut. Go and get your corset.

The word 'corset' made Zoe's breathing stop for a moment, face blushing harder than ever. It was one of her favourite items in the whole collection. The vixen slipped off the bed, gasping as her feet hit the ground and reminded of the stockings' enchantment. She immediately fell to her knees and crawled, in full view of the camera, to where she kept the corset. It was a bit of a struggle to get back to the bed with it in her arms, but Zoe managed it, shuffling along on her knees and making the rubber squeak.

The corset was black like the rest of her gear, with metal bones. It was adjustable too, through some mechanism that Zoe didn't know and didn't need to know: once it was on her, Mistress could lock it and tighten it to any degree that she wanted. She'd made some truly waist-cinching experiences since then, and Zoe's trapped cock throbbed all the more at remembering those nights. With no underwear to catch her pre, she was making a damp spot on the bed.

Wasting no time in putting the corset on, the vixen heard the telltale click of the lock engaging. At this regular size, it barely squeezed her at all and she could breathe normally.

Let's see how far we can push things. I've been training you up for this; hopefully now it's paid off.

With that, the corset activated. Zoe gave a little wheeze as air as forced from her lungs, her midsection getting squeezed from all directions. It got tighter and tighter around her, the steel ribs making sure that the corset was as unforgiving as it could be. Every breath that Zoe took was shallower, less space in her lungs. It was soon as tight as she'd ever experienced and still going. "M-Mistress," she gasped, putting a hand on the bed to steady herself. Only then did the corset stop tightening.

You look wonderful, Slut. That corset suits you.

Zoe looked down at herself, taking many shallow breaths. She did indeed look stunning. This accentuated her hips and pushed her breasts up to make them appear much larger, while also making her waist look tiny. It came at the expense of being able to take any deep breaths, but she was more than willing to put up with that for Mistress. "Th-Thank you, Mistress," Zoe panted, running her hands down the sides of the corset. She dearly wanted to go and look in the mirror but Mistress wouldn't allow that while they were in the middle of their fun.

Very good. Now, go get some lube and a toy. Hmm...how about that canine one with the knot? I'd like to see my slut ravaged by the big bad wolf.

There was an audible moan from the vixen as she read the words. She knew exactly the toy that her mistress meant and scurried to go and get it. She dropped to her hands and knees besides the bed, crawling forwards to her toy chest and opening it. There was a bottle of lube at the very top, which Zoe put to one side, then began rummaging through her rather extensive collection. The smells of rubber, silicone, and other materials wafted up from the chest, not that her nose hadn't already been filled with the smell of latex.

She found the wolf-shaped toy soon enough and gulped when she did. It had seemed a lot smaller in her memory; this dildo was long and thick, particularly fat in the middle and with an even larger knot at the bottom that approached a fist in size. At least, Zoe thought it did. There was a ding from behind her, the signal of another message.

Bring it back in your mouth, Slut.

Zoe blushed hard but nodded, picking up the wolf toy and sliding her muzzle down it. It didn't take long before her gag reflex kicked in, the tip tickling at the back of her throat, but she suppressed it. Mistress had put her through a rigorous training to be able to deepthroat things with ease so this, while still not easy, wasn't so much of a challenge. The vixen went until the knot was at her lips, breathing through her nose as she grabbed the lube and crawled back onto the bed, setting the toy down were the camera could see it in all its high-definition glory.

That is a lovely toy for you, Slut. Lube it up, and then get it where it belongs.

There was no doubt in Zoe's mind where the toy belonged and she gave a soft, involuntary moan of longing. In her cage, her cock pulsed needily. When erect, it wouldn't have looked very different from the one she was holding, just not as big. She was sure that Mistress had intended that to be the case, that fucking herself with a canine shaft would remind her of her cage...and she was right, as always.

These sheets had been put on the bed specially for play so Zoe didn't mind getting lube or anything on them. There was already a big damp spot from the pre that wouldn't stop dripping from the end of her chastity. Upending the bottle of lube over the toy, the vixen made sure that it all had a liberal coating of the thick lube. After all, more was better than less. She glanced back up at the teleprompter to make sure of the order and then lay back a little, using pillows to prop herself up a bit before spreading her legs wide. Her cage gleamed where it rested against her balls, another little drop of pre rolling into the soft fur. Beneath that, barely visible, was the vixen's tailhole.

Taking a deep breath, Zoe pressed the pointed tip of the toy against her tight hole. Mistress had given her a lot of anal training before too, but this was still a big toy to take without any preparation at all. She kept the bottle of lube handy, knowing she'd need more of it. When the tip pressed against her tailhole, she moaned, arching into it as her sheath throbbed and ached more fiercely than ever as she began to spread herself with it.

She went slowly, carefully, keeping her ass nice and relaxed as she'd been trained to do until the first inch or two was inside. There Zoe paused, panting and wanting more but knowing it would go much better if she were patient. She slid the little that was inside her out again, adding a little more lube, then put it beneath her tail again, this time going deeper. The tip was fully inside her now, and she couldn't stop moaning.

Such a good anal slut, aren't you? Perfect whore material.

The words only made Zoe's cage tighter, if that was even possible. More precum dribbled out, soaking into the fine fur of her balls as she reached the smooth portion of the wolf cock shaft. There she paused again to let herself get used to the toy, wiggling it a little bit with her hand. Her other hand went automatically to her cage, stroking over it, squeezing at her full and aching balls. Another ding made her jerk up though.

No touching your cage or balls! You're an anal-only whore for the moment, Slut.

"Y-yes, Mistress," the vixen moaned, that hand clutching at the bedsheets instead. Her cock was begging to be touched beneath the steel, trying so hard to leave her sheath but it was blocked before it could even try. Instead, Zoe focused on the dildo, thrusting it slowly, working it deeper into her ass. When it first nudged across her prostate, she gasped, cage jerking as more precum spurted gently from the slit in the cage.

No cumming, Slut. Remember that.

"I remember, Mistress," Zoe whimpered, but she still couldn't help but do that over and over again, making the toy grind past her prostate with each thrust. Pausing periodically to add a little more lube. The sensation of the toy spreading her ass was wonderful, and the feeling of it against that sensitive spot inside her even more so. It took her only a few minutes to reach the thickest part...well, the thickest part that wasn't the knot, at least.

When the knot pressed against her pucker, Zoe stopped, panting. She felt stuffed, so utterly and wonderfully full with the wolfcock inside her. Her cage was twitching lightly with her heartbeat, the cock inside aching and throbbing powerfully. She squeezed down on the cock, imagining that it was a strap-on that her Mistress was using, that she was having her ass pounded as a reward for doing something good...

With that thought in mind, she began to thrust the dildo, moaning. Each thrust was long, drawing out the full length of the toy before pushing it back in. Each time that happened, it pressed nicely against her prostate, keeping Zoe dripping her need liberally onto herself, the toy, and the sheets. She'd never known how much precum she could produce until she'd been locked up for weeks on end without relief. Now it was all but pouring out of her.

Faster.

The command came with an accompanying ding to draw Zoe's attention. The whore of a fox moaned and spread her latex-clad legs wide as she began to thrust it into her faster, panting as pleasure raced through her. The knot bumped against her tailhole at the end of each thrust but there was little danger of it going in, not without a lot of effort on Zoe's part. She put more effort in, closing her eyes and imagining that it was her mistress fucking her, roughly pounding into her ass. Loud moans filled the room and Zoe went faster still, thrusting the faux-wolfcock into her ass with wild abandon.

Now doggy-style, Slut. Take it like a bitch in heat.

Zoe moaned in answer, moving to the position, side on so that the camera could see her best. She went on her knees and one elbow, the other still thrusting and moving the toy. Her caged sheath and balls hung down, swinging in time with the motion of the toy.

There were different fantasies for Zoe in this position, ones that made her close her eyes and moan all the louder. She was a vixen in heat caught by a vicious wolf, determined to fuck her into submission. The thoughts filled her head and she all but threw herself onto the dildo, one hand keeping it steady as she rocked her body back and forth, on and off of the toy. Her caged girldick continued to drip steadily, the set spot on the bed growing but the flow of pre was only speeding up, especially with all of the prostate stimulation.

Take the knot.

The next command took Zoe a moment to take in, the vixen whining and blushing hard as she continued to fuck herself, reading. This hadn't been unexpected but it was still a challenge. She took a pause to get some more lube, a lot more lube, slathering it on the dildo and then continuing to fuck herself with it, making sure to stay nice and loose. Except this time, on the end of every thrust, she tried to work a little more of the knot into her, pushing just a little harder.

Her tailhole ached as it began to stretch around the knot, Zoe moaning and whining as she pushed more, ramming the dildo home each time, and each time it went just a little deeper. She was approaching the middle of the knot, where it was thickest, and the vixen could feel it. Zoe took a deep breath, and then threw herself back.

The knot popped past her tailhole with a brief flash of pain from being overstretched, the base of the toy now securely positioned beneath her tail. Zoe arched, the feeling almost enough to make her cum on her own. But, alas, she could never cum from anal alone, something that Mistress knew which is why they had such fun with anal toys.

Good Slut, that was a big knot to take. But now I want you to get your wand.

Zoe gave a moan as she moved to obey. The entire toy was seated in her ass, and that knot wouldn't be coming out any more easily than it went in. Now she had to move with the hard shape filling her, but it was more of a distracting tease than anything as she went again to her toy chest, crawling across the floor thanks to the stockings.

The wand in question was a cordless vibrator wand, one of the most powerful ones she owned. It was fully charged, so there was nothing to stop her from using it straight away. Climbing back onto the bed, she went back to her usual position, leaning back against the headboard with her pelvis tilted forwards, leaving the base of the toy embedded in her ass clearly visible. "It's charged and ready, Mistress," Zoe said breathlessly.

Polish your cage with it, Slut. But remember, no cumming.

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," Zoe whimpered, already knowing how difficult this was going to be. Sometimes she could get off with the cage on, if the vibe was left on long enough and it was on a high setting. But with how horny she was, and the cock in her ass, holding back would be much, much harder... Her cage twitched and dripped more at the very thought.

Turning the wand onto its lowest setting produced a steady humming sound in the room. Zoe took a deep breath and then pressed it into her cage, gasping as she did. The vibrations travelled through the entirety of the metal cage, letting her feel it all over her sheath and even in her balls. It felt wonderful, her entire cock feeling the sensation even though it was locked under the impenetrable steel. Once it started, she couldn't bring herself to stop squeezing down on the toy in her ass, as though please a real wolf.

She let the wand drift down a little, over her balls, then down onto the base of the dildo knotted inside her. That made her gasp again; the vibrations moved through the whole of the silicone toy, going deep inside her. It felt amazing, but not as good as it did when the wand was on her cage, so she moved it back, moaning and arching and clenching hard with her tailhole. It was only then that she remembered that she wasn't to cum, snatching the wand away at the last second as the vixen edged herself, whimpering and moaning.

Did you almost cum?

The words on the screen made guilt appear inside Zoe. "Yes, Mistress," she moaned, still holding the buzzing wand.

Go get your nipple pendants and then keep going with the wand.

Zoe put the wand on the bed and then crawled over to another table with a jewelry box. The mere act of crawling with an ass full of wolfcock was enough to make the throbbing in her cage worse still. The two pendants were in there and she attached them to her nipple rings before heading back to the bed. They were simple silver in the shape of balls and didn't weight too much...at first.

As Zoe climbed back onto the bed, they seemed to suddenly quadruple in weight, giving her sensitive nipples a firm tug as they pulled down. These pendants were magical. Mistress could, at a distance, cause their weight to change, make them vibrate, or even use them to give Zoe electric shocks. She'd felt all three of those things at some point before. The additional magical weight continued until she was back in her position on the bed, groaning lightly.

There, that can be your punishment. No cumming, and I'll be using the pendants to accompany you.

As if to punctuate the words, the pendents gave Zoe a sharp shock to her nipples, making her yelp, before settling down to a pleasant buzzing. Zoe obeyed, moving the wand back to her cage and immediately moaning again. She moved the head of the wand around, feeling how it got mildly stronger in some places on her hidden shaft but mostly focusing on how the vibrations went through the whole cage.

Shocks and vibrations interspersed the time that she spent with the wand, with occasional sharp tugs to her nipples as one pendant or another increased in weight suddenly. She had to back off a couple of times, whimpering in need, to stop herself from cumming in the cage. She'd thought that the cage could never feel tighter but each new minute prove her wrong. The flow of pre didn't stop, coating her cage, the wand, and even the bed between her thighs.

It seemed to be an age of frustration and teasing denial when the next message came.

That's enough, Slut.

Groaning, Zoe finally set the wand aside. Her latex-gloved hands trailed over her balls and the cage, making her fingers glisten with her need.

The special package you received from me today? Bring it and open it. It will be a grand finale, and the beginning of something better.

Moaning and moving shakily, Zoe slid off of the bed, crawling and leaving a trail of drips behind her on the floor. The box that had come in the mail had been placed near the door and it wasn't heavy. She had no difficulty in dragging it back and pushing it up onto the bed. There was a pair of scissors next to the bed and the vixen used them to open the box, excitement making her hands shake. When she saw what was inside, it made her gasp and a spurt of precum fall from her cage.

It was a hood, heavy black rubber with a china doll face. There was a tingle to it, the tingle of magic. The face stared back at Zoe as she lifted the hood out of the box, when she felt movement. Turning the hood around, she gasped. Inside, there was a long black rubber tentacle, maybe a foot long. As she picked up the mask, it began to squirm and wriggle, some kind of goopy liquid oozing from the surface. It was positioned so that, if Zoe were wearing the mask, that tentacle would be in her mouth and down her throat. She noted that there were no eye holes and that hearing would be all but impossible, but she was distracted with another command from Mistress.

You will do several things, in this order that I give them. You will frogtie your legs together. You will then put the gag on; the tentacle is enchanted to always allow you to breath and the goo is food and water. The hood will lock automatically and only I can release you. Lastly, you will lock your arms behind your back in self bondage, with the keys in reach. Stay like this for at least ten minutes.

"I understand, Mistress," Zoe said, then dutifully began to follow the instructions on the screen. She was a little apprehensive about taking that tentacle thing into her throat, but she trusted Mistress's judgement on the matter. Frogtying herself was a easy matter with the things on hand: two straps, one on each leg and she couldn't unfold them, calf to thigh. She kept a padlock ready for her wrist cuffs and placed it and the key behind her. When the hood was on, the vixen wouldn't be able to see, after all.

Heart beating fast with excitement, she picked up the hood. The tentacle seemed to know that it was about to be used because it became still. Taking a deep breath, she began to put the hood on, opening her mouth as she did so. Immediately, the tentacle slithered forwards into her muzzle but Zoe didn't stop, going as quickly as she could. The hood blocked out all light and sound, leaving her helpless and all the more able to feel how the tentacle squirmed down her throat. Zoe had to use all of her skills to control her gag reflex and when she put a hand to her throat, she could feel it wriggling and squirming.

After a few seconds though, it went mostly still, occasionally giving a little squirm. The ooze that came from it was tasteless but Zoe's nose was filled with the scent of rubber. It was all that existed in her world. Quickly, she pawed blindly for the padlock behind her and then locked her wrists together behind her back...making her truly helpless.

Moaning softly into the tentacle, Zoe rolled to her side, just enjoying the feeling of being bound. Her cage ached so perfectly and she was still dripping pre. Futilely, she tried rubbing her thighs together, clamping them tightly, but it just frustrating. She squeezed down on the dildo inside her, wishing that it would move again, fuck her well. But all she could do was clench down needily on that length while her own strained against steel. And flesh always lost to steel.

It was hard to pass time like that, trapped in darkness and silence and only the occasional wriggle and squirm from the tentacle in her throat. Zoe was enjoying herself though, and didn't want to disappoint Mistress, so she waited for what seemed like more than ten minutes before reaching for the keys...but they weren't there.

Confused, Zoe squirmed about the bed, trying to find them. They were attached to a keyring with a big rubber ball that made them easy to find for exactly this purpose. But they weren't here at all... Had they fallen of the bed? Zoe began to panic, squirming around and trying to get free when someone pushed her down. She froze, panic making her heart skip a beat. There was someone in her house, while she was helplessly bound!

She was pulled into someone's lap, a hand stroking at her hood, the sensation of which she could vaguely feel. The second touch was over her cage, gripping it and her balls tightly. Then, all of a sudden, she could hear. Hear a voice that was feminine, rich, and melodious. "Don't worry, my Slut. I'll take good care of you... We don't need this silly internet setup anymore. You'll do perfectly at my home...my faceless chaste doll..."