This is the single worst thing that has happened to anyone ever. This is the single most terrible thing that could conceivably ever happen. These were the first thoughts Tommy had after he saw the key to his chastity device disappear down the sink. He had only put them there for a second. He thought that they would be perfectly safe sitting on the side. He had just been washing the lube off his hands when he saw the tiny metal key sliding down into the drainpipe. The pipes replied with an ominous gurgle and then it was silent.

Tommy looked down, he could see his cock throbbing against the sides of the small plastic cage. It had arrived that morning, a small nondescript package from Amazon. Thankfully his housemates had left it well alone. It was a fetish he had been harbouring for a while and one night, overwhelmed by his own excitement, he had ordered it. The temptation had been too much and within five minutes of its arrival he was locked in. But now, he could see no way out.

An entire bottle of lube and five minutes of wriggling later and he was no closer to freeing himself. All the friction had done was made him harder, causing the cage to squeeze against him. Now a single drop of pre-cum was making its way down towards the floor. Without thinking Tommy took it on the tip of his finger and deposited it into his mouth. This unfortunately only made his cock throb harder against the cage.

Tommy attempts to calm himself down did nothing to help his predicament. He had waited for his cock to become flaccid but it did nothing to make its removal easier. This was a student house, there were no heavy tools to help him escape from his predicament. But at this moment the primary issue was not escape. Tommy was desperate. The last hours wriggling had only served to build a hunger within him.

Once he had accepted that the cage was stuck, in the short term at least, his mind turned to his desperate arousal. First he tried rubbing the tip of his penis through the cage. His finger flicked across the hole in the top of the cage and filled his mind with visions of women flicking their clits and staring hungrily in to a camera. But soon this had become too sensitive and he sat shaking and panting on the floor of his bedroom. It took Tommy only a few minutes to realize that his only hope of orgasm was through his prostate.

The first finger was inserted carefully. He could feel himself spreading around it and gasped as it entered him. He had done this before, but usually he reserved this kind of play only for the moments immediately before orgasm. But now, aroused as he was he allowed himself to fully explore. Slowly entering and feeling his tightness. Slowly pushing in and out, he gasped as he rubbed up against his prostate. He could feel the orgasm rising within him, even with the pressure of the cage pushing against him the whole time. But 45 minutes later he was still on his bedroom floor desperately grinding up and down on his hand, too tired to even fuck himself.

This was the pattern that his life followed for the next few days. Tommy knew he should have gone out and bought some bolt cutters and freed himself from this torment. But he was also living out his darkest fantasy with no way to back out. So instead three days after he had locked himself away another package arrived for him. This time it was a butt plug, small and black with a powerful vibrator inside. Tommy would find himself riding it for hours, grinding on the floor. He would not even think about his cock, locked away. Instead he would grope his nipples and ass, feeling the warmth of his hands on his skin. He would fantasize about strong male hands doing it, holding him. He had found videos online, telling him that he was a sissy. He had seen them before and always told himself that he had no interest in it, that it wasn't the life he wanted.

But now he happily repeated the words that flashed up on screen, whispering them to himself in time with the buzzing of the vibrator. Thoughts, desires and fantasies began to float out of his subconscious and into his life. Now in lecture he would find himself staring at his friends imagining how their cocks looked. How it would taste to take them down his throat. What it would feel like to have them penetrating him.

Now it was a week since he had locked himself away. Still he had no release, he was becoming desperate. All day long all he could think of was sucking cock, having someone hold him, slap him, choke him, call him a girl. He wanted to feel strong hands on his sides, gripping him. He wanted to feel the nails pulling at his skin. He wanted to feel owned.

A week into his predicament, all thoughts of escape had disappeared from his mind. It was probably for this reason that he no longer paid attention to the clatter of the metal lock against the cage. It had become an everyday part of his life, a constant reminder that he was locked in place. This was why Tommy had not thought to cover the noise of his cage as he walked out of the shower. In turn, this was the reason that Charlie was staring at him mouth agape.

Tommy did not get on well with Charlie. Charlie was a rugby player, he studied economics and went out on the weekends 'with the lads'. The lock bouncing off the cage made a steady click-clack as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. After shaving his body, Tommy had been played with himself in the shower, his fingers exploring what little of his locked away cock he could reach, pulling at his nipples and moaning in response as his body ached with need. Finally he had started fingering himself, preparing to insert the butt plug he had hidden underneath his towel, lying on the floor of the shower, the sound of the water barely covering his moans of pleasure as he was grinding his two fingers against his prostate feeling dribbles of pre-cum work their way through the cage. The plug then inserted as he quietly told himself what a naughty sissy he was.

Tommy was now desperate, his legs quivering ever so slightly as he made his way back to his room. The only problem was that Charlie was now in his way. He had obviously been waiting to use the shower, that was obvious from the small towel barely draped around the lower half of his body. Tommy tried not to pay attention but the beads of sweat rolling down his thick chest, perfectly marking out the musculature of his body. Somehow every line seemed to guide Tommy's eye downwards towards what little the towel concealed.

What Tommy should have been paying attention to was the confusion on Charlie's face, he should have been paying attention to the clattering his cage was making as he walked back, but with Charlie here in front of him, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. Charlie took a few steps forward, he was now in Tommy's way.

Placing a strong arm on the wall, Charlie leaned in close and asked "Are you okay Tommy? You've been acting kind of odd the last few days."

Tommy didn't know what to do, he sputtered out "Yeah, fine thanks." He was unwilling to make eye contact, he could already feel his cock beginning to struggle against the confines of the cage.

"It's just you haven't come out of that room much in the last few days."

"Just a lot of work." Tommy uttered meekly.

"And there's been some weird sounds coming out of there too."

Tommy simply blinked unable to think of a response.

"And now, there was this weird noise as you made your way towards me, didn't you hear it?"

Tommy shook his head his breathing shortening.

"And the other thing, the other thing is. You can't keep your eyes off me."

Tommy could feel himself blush, an involuntary response, he felt his whole body go bright crimson, he wanted to crawl inside himself and die.

It was at this moment that Charlie took his arm and placed it on Tommy's shoulder, to any onlooker it would have been perfectly innocuous, but there was something in the softness of his touch that made Tommy's body fill with an electric anticipation.

"It's okay" Charlie told him "I'm flattered, I really am. Now, normally I would say you aren't my type, but I have a feeling that there's a little more to this than meets the eye. Am I right?"

Tommy nodded, he couldn't feel himself breathing anymore his entire body was simply vibrating with anticipation and fear.

"Good. Well, if you want more, go wait for me in your room". Charlie's hand moved from Tommy's shoulder where it had been lingering for just a few seconds too long, but as it did Tommy felt it slowly caress his cheek, working its way to the edge of his lips. Charlie felt a cold breath escape his body and could feel his lips part a little with it. Charlie smiled in reply and leaned in to whisper "on your knees".

Tommy heard himself whimper, an involuntary noise that rumbled up from somewhere deep inside him. Charlie's body was so close now that he could feel the hardness of Charlie's body next to his own. And with that Charlie passed him. By the time Tommy had recovered his breath the sound of the shower had started again. Tommy could only imagine Charlie's body.

As Tommy made his was back to his room, his steps unsteady, he tried to thin what to do. His mind was tearing itself apart, telling him to be afraid, that he didn't know what would happen that the unknown was waiting for him. But, far more powerful than that was the trembling of his body, the straining of his cock against the cage, he could already feel how wet he was. He could feel the plug inside him, only , making him more horny. Tommy realized that it was inevitable as he sunk to his knees in front of the bed. His body only covered by a towel. Underneath, he could feel his cock slowly leaking, cum dripping its way out and pooling on the floor underneath him. He wanted so desperately to touch himself, but even after that brief encounter with Charlie he had an uncanny feeling that his body was no longer his own, that all he could do was kneel and wait.

It was some time before Charlie emerged. Every sound, the shower shutting off, the click of the door, his footsteps, each sound sent a little electric throb through Tommy's cock. Now, Charlie was sitting in front of him, on the bed. His hair was still a little wet from the shower and occasionally a droplet would fall down and run over his thick body drawing Tommy's eyes to where the towel bunched up around his crotch. Charlie sat there in silence, his soft eyes staring at Tommy, surveying him.

"Show me" he told Tommy.

Tommy took a trembling hand and moved the towel aside. He could feel the chastity cage pulling down, cum still gently dribbling down onto the floor. Charlie smiled a little as he saw it.

"I thought so. So you want this?" He asked.

Tommy nodded.

"Say it"

"I want this." Tommy heard how small his voice sounded in the room, especially when next to the commanding presence of Charlie.

"Good. This only works when you tell me what you want. So where are the keys?" As Charlie said this, he held his hand out.

Tommy could feel himself flushed again with embarrassment "I lost them".

"When?"

"A week ago" Tommy told him.

"That explains a lot. You must be a little frustrated by now. And you haven't taken it off in all that time?"

Tommy shook his head.

"You must really want this. So tell me what is it you want?"

Tommy felt a rush of confusion and desperation. His mouth was salivating as he stared with hunger at Charlie's crotch. It was obvious what he wanted, and the throbbing wetness of his caged cock revealed just how badly he wanted it. But he couldn't bring himself to say it. The humiliation of revealing what he had kept secret for so long was to much. To say it out loud would make it too real. Tommy could find nothing to stay and just stared back at Charlie in dumb desperation.

Charlie seemed to understand and his outstretched hand became a single finger that beckoned Tommy forwards. Tommy found his body crawling towards Charlie, until his face was nearly pressed into his crotch. From here he could smell his body and the thought made his cock twitch again in the cage.

Charlie leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Do you want me to touch you?"

Tommy nodded with a fierce desperation.

"Say it."

"I want you to touch me." Tommy whimpered.

Charlie smiled and Tommy felt his hands twist into his hair, pulling him upwards. The pain was exquisite. Tommy found himself not pulled onto Charlie's cock as he so desperately wanted, but instead, stretched out over his knees. His ass was now pointing straight up at Charlie while his cage hung limp and useless swaying underneath him. Tommy felt a hand gently caress his buttock, slowly making its way towards the plug that was still nestled inside of Tommys ass. Tommy felt him slowly move the plug, drawing tiny circles. This elicited a deep animal moan from Tommy, he was so desperate now. He had never felt anything like this before.

"Do you want me to spank..."

"Yes, please, I want you to spank me" Tommy heard the words tumble out of him.

Charlie's hand came down hard on Tommy's ass. With each blow Tommy felt his body tremble and his cock try again to harden against the constraints of the cage. With each spank there came question, which Tommy answered with increasing desperation.

"From now on you will call me sir, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand"

"What do you want me to call you?"

"I don't-" Tommy was confused he had no answer, but before he could finish his response he felt three fast blows come against his cheeks. "Samantha" The words were screamed out before they had been fully thought through, but on heating them outloud Tommy realised there was something right about Samantha, something comforting that enveloped him.

"Good Samantha. So do you want to be a good girl?"

Samantha winced in pain as she was spanked again and answered "Yes sir, I want to be a good girl for you sir". Again she felt a rush of something powerful come over her as she said it, something that felt so right and so good. She could feel her inhibitions falling away.

"Do you want to keep your clit locked away for me?"

"Yes Sir, I want to keep my clit locked away for your sir". She had said it before he had even spanked her. She had no idea how he had gotten her so horny, so desperate. How all of her layers of embarrassment and shame had fallen away. She could feel how desperately she wanted to be Samantha, to obey Charlie, be desperate for him.

"Do you want to be mine, to do whatever I say?"

His hand came down so hard that she yelped and tried to pull away, only to feel his grip still firm on her hair.

"Yes Sir, I want to be yours. I will do whatever you say sir, please sir."

Charlie smiled and released his grip on Samantha's hair. She slumped forward, feeling herself supported on his strong legs.

"Now clean up your mess." he told her.

Samantha looked down and saw the pool of cum that was still dripping from her clit. She let herself fall to the floor and started lapping at the cum. She had never eaten her own cum, but now, kneeling on the floor lapping it up in front of her new master it tasted perfect to her. She followed the trail of cum up his leg, lapping at it hungrily. She stopped when the trail of cum ended, though she was desperate to taste his cock, she could feel her body yearning to be obedient.

Charle moved aside the towel and only now could she see his cock. She licked her lips in anticipation desperate to suck it, desperate to be a good obedient girl. She could see how hard it was as the head glistened with a little pre-cum.

"Do you want to suck it Samantha?" He asked her.

"Yes sir, please sir, I want it so badly." and she could feel the craving in every part of her body now.

"You may"

She leapt forward and taking his cock in both of her trembling hands gently stroked it. The single drop of pre-cum started to fall down until Samantha greedily took the cock in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around tasting and savouring this feeling. She lapped hungrily at his cock, saliva falling down her face. She worshiped it, giving it all of her attention. She no longer noticed the feeling of the plug inside her filling her up, or the feeling of her clit, wet and desperate straining against her cage. All she could think about was how good this cock felt inside of her mouth, how desperate she was to please him. She tried to take the cock deep into the back of her throat, like all the videos she had watched told her good sluts did, but found herself gagging and spluttering as his hard cock pushed against the back of her throat. It was then that she felt his hands, strong, against the back of her head, pulling her down deeper onto his cock. She felt it strain and then pop into the back of her throat. Gagging and staining, he held her in place.

She turned her eyes towards him as tears rolled down her cheeks. She saw him looking back with suck a gentle smile that she would never have believed he was face fucking her if she couldn't feel the pressure of his cock inside of her throat. She looked at him so lovingly, so worshipfully, so full of obedience. Samantha was so happy, here. Her clit dripping wet and her master fucking her throat, she felt such a deep sense of satisfaction. It was then that she felt his cock begin to tense, deep inside her throat. She felt the first load of cum shoot down her throat, she had no choice but to swallow as her body involuntarily spasmed. He pulled his cock out of her throat and she could feel the next load of cum shoot into her mouth. Finally he took his cock out and sprayed the last of his cum on her face. She closed and felt the warm liquid spatter against her. She looked up at him, knowing that she must look so slutty, cum in her mouth and on her face. There was no shame in her now, she proudly looked up and him, happy to see the smile on his face.

After a moments recovery he stood up, his cock, still magnetic to Samantha was beginning to soften. She thought it looked beautiful between his powerful thighs. He maneuvered her onto the bed so that she was on all fours and slowly began to work the plug out of her. Every time he moved it, she felt waves of pleasure as it slid up against her prostate. After he had taken it out, he moved a single finger to her ass and began to tease her, slowly moving it around, but never into her.

"Do you want me to fuck you slut?" He asked her.

"Yes sir, please sir, I want you to fuck me with your big cock, I want you to fuck me like a slut." Samantha heard herself answer, she didn't know what had happened, but she felt so free in front of him. She felt free to be the sluttly woman she had always wanted to be.

"Maybe someday, but not today baby. Privileges have to be earned. You've been a good girl for me today, so i suppose you do deserve some kind of reward."

With that he inserted his finger inside of her ass. As he did she could feel her clit go wild with desire inside the cage. Hearing him talk to her like this was intoxicating. He slowly circled his finger around feeling how loose the plug had made her.

"Tell me, do you have any sexy slut clothes?" He asked her as he slipped a second finger inside.

"No sir" she responded, moaning as he started to slowly finger her.

"We'll have to take you shopping then. If you're going to be my little slut, I want you to look the part as well."

He told her all of this as his fingers started rhythmically pushing in and out of her. "We're going to buy you some more toys I think, something to train you with. I want you to be the best girl you can be."

She moaned and pushed herself back onto his fingers, desperately imagining how good his cock would feel inside of her.

"I think we need to buy you a new lock for your cage as well, I really should be the one in charge of your little locked up clit don't you think?" She moaned in agreement with him, as he located her prostate and started grinding his fingers against it.
"Now, you look like you're getting very excited." He told her "You need to ask me for permission when you cum, that is very important, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand". Her answer was barely intelligible over the sound of her pleasure, as she felt his fingers slide in and out. She felt like she had never done before. She could feel an orgasm building inside of her. Her whole week of quiet desperation locked inside of the cage with no means of escape. Everything Charlie had done to her to reduce her to this quivering wreck. She could feel them all building up inside of her into a pleasure she had never known before. She knew it would be nothing like the cycle of shame that had come before it. She was ready to cum for her master like a good girl.

"From now on, you will only cum like this, like a good girl. I will play with you and train you and mould you to be perfect."

His fingers were still working mercilessly against her prostate. She could feel moans escaping from her body as she bucked and writhed under the immense pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building and she was desperate like she never had been before.

Samantha heard herself scream out "Please sir, please can I cum."

As soon as he said yes she could feel it. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her orgasm started right where he was touching her. She could feel him, still moving his fingers, grinding them against her prostate, the pleasure exploding out of her in waves. She felt it in her clit. Still stuck inside the cage she felt it twitching as she squirted cum. She could hear herself moaning, girly, sluttly moans, that she had always kept hidden inside of her. Now they burst out as she found herself grinding against his hand, still cumming. She could feel her legs twitching and shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body. Eventually, her body slumped forward, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs and clit still twitching. She felt a strong hand reach out and softly play with her hair, before it slid gently down her back.

She could hear his voice as he said "Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun together."