Lilac - Escort Turned Sex Slave
My first ever story of an adult nature.
My name is Lilac. I'm a clouded leopard, and I'm not going to lie to you, I've got really big ass tits that draw a lot of attention. Attention that I crave. You see I love that raunchy spotlight, even where I am now; kneeling in chains, fitted with an inflated hood and my arms forced tightly behind my back as I await Master's daily routine with me. Yeah, I'm a slave; I'm his slave. Who is he? Heh, wouldn't you like to know? Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering how I came to be here. Well, it started a whole three months ago. I lived in a really nice house, and I was a whore; but not some $10 tramp. I may have dressed like a slut, but only because of my clientele. In any case, prostitution is a 'job' that I feel really suited me. You see I'm a bit of a nymphomaniac, and the fact of the matter is that I always thought about how much I would've loved to offer my clients free sex if money weren't an issue. Oftentimes I would invite my clients to my home, though occasionally I made exceptions, such as when they could pay for me but couldn't make it due to transportation. When I was preparing to meet someone for a session there was one outfit that I considered irresistible. It was scant and naughty, made of red PVC patent leather, and with my obsession with shiny things it seemed only fitting. Plus, the outfit had a way of getting a very desirable reaction out of my clients, a fact that had me impatiently waiting for nightfall because of an appointment I had after sundown.
Dusk came surprisingly quickly, and I was ready for its approach. I went to my closet and reached for one of the top shelves, grabbing a plastic vacuum-bag that contained my neatly stored, high-gloss fake leather outfit. It consisted of a pair of thigh-high boots, a pair of shoulder-length gloves, and a corset with no cups, one that did not restrict my generous cleavage. I let my long, poofy tail swish behind me as I opened the bag, the o-rings hanging off of the three bands on the appendage swinging. I took the right glove out and slowly lowered my head to the glossy piece, licking it a few times and smiling at the taste of the leather mingling with that of cum. I slipped the glove onto my right arm and reached between my legs with my now-gloved right paw and started slowly rubbing my pierced clit. After several seconds I rubbed the nub faster, and then I started slowly pumping three fingers into and out of my pussy. Believe it or not I couldn't help it, I was just that excited about my appointment that night. Anyway, the entire time I was masturbating like that I was moaning loudly and proudly and gasping in sheer, overwhelming bliss. Mmm, I clearly remember the hiss I uttered through my teeth and the way I said "fuck!" as I came from the stimulation.
Slowly I removed the glove with a sultry look on my face; in my mind I was giving that look to my client after masturbating on command. My tail swished again as I picked up a package that I had almost forgotten about. I have to be honest though, even now a small part of me wishes I had. At the time, though, I completely accepted it as a game. I felt that it would be a shame to arrive at my client's residence having forgotten the centerpiece of the meeting. As I finished opening the package, I couldn't help staring for an extended period of time even though I knew what lay within. This man, I thought, really knew how to complete a look with authenticity. Inside the package was a stainless steel collar with padding on the inside to protect my throat from the harsh metal, and five d-rings on it; one on the back, one on each side, and two on the front - one to either side of a name plate. The name plate had my name engraved on it, and below my name were the words 'Property of Leon'. My heart skipped a beat when I read the name plate; I knew it was just a game, or at least I thought I did, and yet the word choice sounded so intense when I read it to myself. Before I knew it I was masturbating again, again to thoughts of the night to come.
I eventually stopped myself and picked up my right glove again, slowly unzipping it and savoring the sound that I enjoy so much before slipping it on quickly, zipping up the length of the faux material just as slowly, and licking my now-gloved right palm afterward. I repeat with the left glove, even licking my right palm in the same manner once the glossy fabric encased my paw and entire arm. I sensually rubbed down my otherwise naked body with my gloved paws, then picked up my corset. I slipped it on before zipping up the front and buckling each of the six straps that went over the zipper. I tightened the laces at the back a bit, but I couldn't do much. I deciding to let my client tighten it fully when I arrived. Next I grabbed the boot for my left foot, and steadily eased into it, of course unzipping it before and zipping it after. After doing the same with the other, I stood and walked to my mirror, the clack clack of the 6" spike heels being music to my ears. I consider myself someone of exceptional balance; the boots have no platform beneath the sole, so my footpaws are angled quite severely. I strut back and forth in front of the mirror, and I remember purring at the sight of my self clad in my naughty fetish wear. I didn't let myself linger for too long before returning to my bed, I picked up the collar, looking at it for several seconds before realizing it isn't closed. I didn't stop to wonder why, at the time I was far too excited, so I just slipped it on and snapped it closed. I was about to go to my car when something extraordinary happened. I was transported to a place that seemed to be quite far from my home, and even now I can only assume that it was the collar that did it. When the door suddenly opened revealing a rabbit girl in only a bra and g-string with the same kind of collar around her neck, apparently sent to greet me, the air of complete submission she had about her is what caused it to start to sink in that whatever I've gotten myself into might not be a game after all.
I reached behind my neck to unclasp the collar but before my fingers even reached the clasp the rabbit shook her head slowly, telling me 'no'. I understood shortly thanks to the rabbit's quick and courteous explanation. The collar was enchanted; it could not be taken off and it kept the wearer within a certain vicinity of the enchanter. I gulped and stepped forward, realizing that it was truly unavoidable at this point. The collar I wore was more than part of a role play session; I was now what the collar described me as. The rabbit turned me around so my back was facing her before tightening my corset. She then picked up a shoulder length monoglove that was laying rather precariously on a small table just inside the door, and pulled my arms behind my back before slipping them into the connected sleeves. I found out that the length of the sheathe forced me to keep my hands as fists; obviously to keep me from tearing the gear. Once my arms were all the way down in, the rabbit secured the straps in an x across my chest before lacing it to the point where my elbows touched behind my back, buckling the straps on the gear after wrapping them around the laces at my wrists, elbows, and just below the end of the binder, and pulling the zipper tab up along the length of the sheathe, hiding the laces and buckles. I wasn't getting my arms out of this thing, especially not after she buckled the anchor straps across my chest in an x. As if to add insult to injury, she also applied a padlock to the zipper tab to lock it to the d-ring at the back of my collar. I personally didn't understand the need for so much closure to the thing, but then I didn't know anything about this Leon person who was to be my owner, so I couldn't really question it. Next the rabbit applied shackles to my ankles; shackles connected by a 8" length of chain so I was forced to hobble rather than walk, and she also gagged me with a cock gag that looked to be 7" long and very obviously canid in design as it was stuffed into my mouth so far that the knot became lodged behind my teeth. I let out a sigh which was greatly muffled by the gag, and then gasped - or tried to as the rabbit picked up a bulb which was attached via a completely detachable hose to the gag and gave it 5 squeezes. Each squeeze pumped up the gag's length as well as its girth. I started gulping uncontrollably after the 5th squeeze - my throat was trying to swallow what it instinctively figured was a morsel that had gotten stuck. With the tip so far back it was a bit uncomfortable, and the knot stretching out my maw only made it worse. After the hose was detached, the bondage ensemble was completed with a blindfold. With everything apparently in place the rabbit finally whispered,
"I'm sorry." That was all she said though, before plugging my ears and thus completing my sensory deprivation, clipping a chain lead onto my collar, and guiding me through the building. It seemed like we were walking for an eternity thanks to my lack of sight or hearing and the discomfort caused by the armbinder and the huge gag. Finally, the rabbit stopped and I would have bumped into her if not for her physically stopping me. She turned to face me, and immediately took the blindfold, gag, and ear plugs off of me. I blinked a couple of times before yelling,
"Let me out of this!"
"It won't do any good to yell, Ms. Lilac. If you don't keep quiet, Master said he's going to brand and pierce you while you're awake." The rabbit explained in an almost creepy calm tone. Her words made me bite my lip briefly before lowering my head in submission. She showed me the hood that I now wear, and while I was worried at first, the rabbit's previous words reminded me that I really had no choice. She stroked my scalp soothingly before stretching the rubber headpiece over my head. I was forced to fold my ears down; it's not like they would have done any good anyway, and I realized that I might as well have been left blindfolded because the hood was no better for seeing through. Once it was fully on, an o-ring gag built into the hood was fitted between my fangs and air tubes were fed into my nostrils before the hood was inflated in the same manner as the cock gag I had in my mouth not five minutes ago. Now I couldn't hear or see at all, and while I wondered about the nose tubes, I didn't wonder for long before something strikingly similar to a drain plug sealed the ring gag. I waited for a few moments before I was lifted and set down in what seemed to be a cage. My bottom was forced to rest on my feet, and in general I had to compact myself to fit. Five lengths of chain were fitted to my collar, one end of each to each of the d-rings, and the other to the cage bars. They were short enough that I was provided no movement range, and once they were secured the ring on the far end of my armbinder was hooked to the cage in the same manner. I wasn't going anywhere.
I must've somehow fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I knew was a severe burning sensation. When I got my wits about me and realized that what had happened to me was not a dream, I figured that I must've just been branded, as that girl had said I would be. I wondered if I had already been pierced or if that was to come later. Since I was awake, I hoped will all of my heart that it had already happened. I shook my chest left and right before remembering that I couldn't hear anything anyway. With a muted sigh I realized that I was being rolled over. I figured that meant that I wasn't yet pierced. With as disoriented as I was thanks to the hood, it took me a while to realize that someone had stuck his cock between my tits. I realized then that he wasn't using his hands to squeeze my tits around his cock, and so I came to the conclusion that my nipples had been pierced in a way I consider to be quite exotic and very sexy; a single barbell through both of my nipples. To be honest in that moment I was quite excited, or at least I was considering my situation. What I wasn't aware of was that the knob that twisted on to secure the bar in place had been fused to the bar so there was no way to take it off except to break it. I felt him unplug the stopper for the ring gag, and figured he was about to fuck my mouth with the head of his cock. As I thought, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth over his glans, which he also pumped into my mouth simultaneously. I don't know how, but I felt like I was enjoying myself, and this wouldn't be the only time. Perhaps it was just because I'm a nymphomaniac, or maybe I have a thing for being helpless to stop a dominant. In any case, I would come to find far more enjoyable things about this situation of slavery. In any case, the sensations of bliss were so intense that I lost consciousness just as I felt the intruder cumming in my mouth and all over my tits.
...And that's how I came to be where I am now. I've been in largely the same position, being moved around by the cage I'm in to be the recipient of countless orgies. Every cock I've received has been large, mainly equine and dragons. I've had a surprising number of dragons, and I absolutely crave the mix of textures of a dragon cock and the beyond copious volume of cum one can deliver. Not to mention the fact that they have two. Recently I've been allowed to talk to Master, though I never see him. I asked him to train every one of my holes to accept both of a dragon's cocks at once. As surprised as he was, he was only too happy to oblige. So while I started off receiving a daily orgy of horse dildos - complete with a cum function, now I receive a daily orgy of dragon dildo pairs, each pair trying to cram themselves both into the nearest orifice, and with the same cum function that the horses had. I can take a pair fully into my cunt now, and I'm almost there with my mouth. As for my ass, it needs to be trained some more and - ooh, speak of the devil. Time for my morning dildo orgy! Mmmm, these monsters really work my holes to the limit. Master should be coming soon, he loves to watch my progress. Maybe I'll see you at his next orgy party?