Page 31 of Feminized, Dominated, and Locked (Vanessa's Megacollections)

Chapter 8

My gown's skirts whispered around me as I slipped off the bed, pulled my Cosmina's powerful hands. I sank to my knees in front of her. Her cock stood straight in front of her.

Pointing at my mouth.

I stared at it, biting my lip. I reached out to it and brushed my fingertips along its length, feeling its heat and velvety smoothness. It bounced at my touch, Cosmina letting out a tiny gasp. I glanced up at her and smiled, the sound betraying her steely demeanor.

"Do you like it when I do that?" I whispered.

"Yes," she answered simply.

"What about when I do this?" I pulled my fingers along her length, opening them and releasing her before I got to the tip.

"Yes, that too," she breathed.

"What if I do this?" I wrapped them around her, my fingers barely reaching around her girth, and stroked her slowly from her tip to the base.

"Is very good," she murmured, twitching in my hands. "But you know what it is I want, little flower."

"Do I?" I chirped, frowning and putting one finger to my lips. "What could it be?"

"No games, girl," she snapped from above.

I silenced her with a long, luxuriated stroke.

"It seems like this is all you need," I purred.

"Is not question of need," she said, her voice frustration choked with pleasure. "Want! What I want!"

I popped my pink lips and ran my tongue over them, mouth slightly ajar. I leaned in as if I were about to take her into my mouth, then at the last moment I planted a kiss on her tip instead. She groaned.

"Oh, you want that? " I chirped. "Why didn't you say so?"

"You are naughty girl. I should have words with —" she began before she was silenced by my mouth around her cock.

I sucked her hard while I slid along her length, twisting with my hand while I did. My sleeves brushed against my corseted body as I pleasured her. I imagined my clit in someone's mouth and became very aware of the small, tight cage it was locked in. I felt a surge and wished I still had my panties to drip into.

"You have natural ability," Cosmina moaned from above me. "Good lips for this."

"Thank you," I giggled, releasing her for a moment.

But before I had a chance to take her back into my mouth, she pushed me roughly backwards. I toppled over, back against the foot of the bed, arms splayed to the side. As I began to push myself upwards, her cock was suddenly in my face, then in my mouth. She was thrusting in and out quickly.

"Let us see how much of sissy slut she is," she said hungrily. "I am good test for Saskia's work."

She yanked on my hair, holding me tightly in place while she began to fuck my face. I struggled to support my weight on my fingertips, crammed between the bed and Cosmina. I opened my mouth and let her use it, sliding my tongue underneath her cock while she rammed it between my lips.

"Good, pretty cocksucker," she moaned. "Take all of cum."

She spurted into my mouth, hot ropes filling me. I swallowed them as they came, feeling a sense of relief that she was done so soon.

Maybe this won't be a hard night after all.

When she finished, she stepped back, wiping her tip on my cheek. A dribble of cum smeared across it, filling me with shock. Instinctively, I reached up to touch it, but before I could, I felt a strong hand wrap around my wrist and push my hand away. I gasped at the aggressiveness of the motion and looked at up Cosmina. She was grinning manically at me.

"Get on bed and open mouth," she commanded. "My cum is gift to you. I will cover you in it."

I glanced down and was shocked to see that she was still as hard as she had been when we started. I gulped, tasting the last of her cum on my tongue, and rose shakily, my skirts crunching and rising around me. The chiffon and tulle pooled out around me as I sat on the foot of the bed.

Cosmina's curled fingers were under my chin and she lifted it upwards, leaning down until our noses were almost touching. She stared into my eyes, hers filled with a fire and animal hunger that shook me to my core.

Who is this woman? What is she going to do to me? Does Goddess know what's happening?

"Saskia told me you are eager," Cosmina said as if reading my mind. "But sometimes you need little… reminder of job."

She kissed me quickly, then leaned forwards until her mouth was next to my ear.

"I am here to remind you."

She pushed me again, sending me sprawling backwards onto the bed. She straddled my face, beginning to thrust her still-hard cock into my mouth. I felt myself pulse in my cage, another squirt of pre-cum splattering against my gown. I kept my mouth open and tongue out, letting her use me.

"Good face for fucking," she complimented, looking down at me with her hands on her hips, one leg bent. "Pretty face on pretty sissy. Is cage tight?"

I nodded with wide eyes.

"Good, good," Cosmina said with a wide grin. "Frustrated sissy is best sissy."

She came, again without warning. Her hips rocked forwards, driving her cock into my throat. Thick ropes erupted from her tip as she moaned above me. I swallowed them before she pulled back and pointed herself at my face, spraying me with her ropes. If anything, there was more cum this time than before. Suddenly, I was covered in it. I could feel my make-up running. My stomach dropped, anxiety creeping in.

"How can you do that?" I asked nervously when she withdrew from my mouth. "Cum over and over?"

"Is my gift," she said with a shrug. "Can cum as many times as I want."

"When — when will we be done, then?"

"When I decide we are finished," she answered with a wide, twisted grin that made my stomach turn over. "Are you scared, sissy?"

"I — yes," I admitted.

"Cosmina will not hurt you," she said, her face suddenly serious. "But I will use you as you were meant to be used. Perhaps more than anyone has before."

I gulped and nodded, sitting up from the bed. Her cum ran down my face and began to drip onto the delicate embroidery and beading across the front of it. I glanced down and saw black lines where the cum had mixed with my mascara.

More pre-cum squirted from my cage.

"Very pretty sissy," she complimented me. "Cum looks good on face."

"Th—thank you," I stammered, feeling myself twitch in my cage again.

Why was that turning me on so much?

"I am finished with mouth, now," she said. "Lay on stomach. Put out arms."

I obliged, heaving myself over, dragging the mountain of skirts with me. They were loud, a gust of silk that crashed around my legs. I stretched my arms out at right angles to my body, balloon sleeves crushed beneath them. I turned my head to the side, trying to see Cosmina. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

"I am going to use you now," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "These will help."

I felt something tighten around my wrist and rolled my head over just in time to see her fasten the other end of the strap to the bars of the headboard. She repeated this with my other arm, stretching them up over my head. I tugged experimentally and found the straps held them tightly in place. I felt butterflies begin to fill my stomach, then my heart leap into my throat as she tied off my legs.

"Now you are just for pleasure," Cosmina whispered from above me, her words sending a frozen chill down my back. "Just my pleasure."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, voice shaking.

"Use you how I wish."

She was digging through my skirts, throwing soft, gauzy fabric over my back. Each layer she peeled back brought my naked rear closer to her hungry hands and quivering cock. My body tensed involuntarily, the straps keeping my limbs held. Keeping me exposed to her.

"So much dress," Cosmina said. "Takes much strength to wear this, I think."

"I have a lot of practice," I said, voice muffled by the bedspread.

"Feeling pretty helps too," she said, finally revealing my rear. "Ah. Finally, the prize."

I shivered, words catching in my throat. My heart was pounding.

What is she going to do?

But I knew what. I had known from the second I had put on that dress in Saskia's house that the road would lead here. The strap-ons and the dildoes and the buttplugs were all practice for this moment, dressed in a white gown and ready to give myself to someone. To let myself be fucked.

She smacked my cheek and I yelped, the sound loud with surprise. Cosmina giggled and repeated it with my other cheek. This time I moaned, much to her delight.

"Little Flower likes this," she stated.

"Yes," I moaned in answer.

"Not a question," she purred. "Now, I take you."

Something hot and hard slid between my cheeks, pressing at my entrance. I squealed in terrified anticipation. I pulled at the straps, my body straining. They held tight and suddenly I felt the reality of the situation come crashing into me. Restrained, dressed, locked, completely at Cosmina's mercy. I let out a weak moan.

I expected to be terrified, but there was no fear in me — only anticipation.

"You were made for this," Mistress' voice echoed in my mind.

And as Cosmina's thick cock pushed into me, I knew it was true.

"Oh, fuck, " I moaned, my back arching as my body erupted in visceral pleasure. "Cosmina, you're so big, you feel so good."

"Yes, Little Flower," she said, her voiced thick and proud. "You take me very well."

"I want you to fuck me," I began to beg. "Please, fuck me and fill me with your cum."

Her entrance was graceful and continuous. As she went deeper, my stomach knotted itself tighter and pressure radiated out through my body. She was hot and thick and hard and using me the way that I had always wanted to be used but never known, had never even considered, couldn't consider, but now I knew it was what I needed and that I needed it now, right now.

"Don't go slow," I cried, craning my neck to look at her. "Please, don't be slow. Fuck me hard, Cosmina. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

She met my wild eyes with a surprised expression that melted into a collected coolness. Her hands clasped around my waist as she reached her hilt, filling me fully with her length. I could feel her twitching inside of me, the warmth and intimacy of her cock filling me with a radiant pleasure far beyond what Mistress' plugs had.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, Cosmina. Make me your sissy slut."

"I will," she grunted as she pulled quickly out of me. "I have waited for this too."

"Oh, yes!" I squealed as she slammed herself back into me.

She split me open, her tip a battering ram against me. The lace of my heavy petticoats shook around me, my naked rear the only thing exposed in the sea of white silk. She thrust into me over and over, my cries and moans blending with her grunts and groans. She grabbed my hair for leverage, then my arm, then my waist, then my hair again.

Her movements were rapid and feral and rough. My satisfaction was irrelevant to her — I was here to be used. I was a sissy, a beautiful toy for her to fuck. The idea made me surge in my cage, and I realized that even as she rode me, my pleasure was building to a climax.

"Fuck, Cosmina," I groaned. "You're going to make me cum!"

"Good," she said roughly. "Cum in cage, sissy. I will fuck all cum out of you."

Her package slapped against my cheeks as she rammed herself into me over and over. All of a sudden she came, seemingly a surprise to her, my insides flooded with her hot cum while she cried out in animal pleasure. Her motions didn't slow or stop, her cum spilling out around her still-hard cock as she continued to fuck me, hand tightly-knit into my hair.

It was hot and sticky and made me feel full in a way that even her cock didn't. I felt dirty and used, the feelings making me even harder in my cage. Pleasure gave way to pressure within me, the knots of my stomach untying and finding new configurations. Every thrust sent electric bursts charging through my legs and forced high-pitched moans from my mouth, replacing any words I might have had.

The orgasm was muted and tight, forcing itself out between the bars of my cage. I screamed, feeling Cosmina cum inside of me again as my tiny clit sprayed cum out onto the silk of my gown. She roared above me, almost drowning me out. Relief washed over me in heavy waves, pleasure filling the gaps between them. My skin was on fire, my body hot and cool and keenly aware of the silk and lace and satin that surrounded it. Eleven months of frustration and torment and anxiety exploded out of me, jet after jet pumped out of my cage.

I hope I didn't ruin my panties. _

It was almost laughable, and I would have giggled if my body hadn't been so overwhelmed with relief and bliss. It was the most sissy thing I could think of — to cum in my cage while being fucked and to be worried about ruining my panties.

I really was made for this.

I felt her fall backwards onto the bed, her cock sliding out of me. I couldn't tell whether she was soft or not, but I felt relief that she seemed finally spent. My clit was finally empty, shriveled within the cage for the first time in weeks. We were both breathing hard and quickly, trying to recover from what had just happened.

"You live up to reputation, Little Flower," Cosmina said weakly behind me. "You were worth wait and cost."

"And now," I said softly, the dark truth of my words sending goosebumps over my skin. "I never have to be unlocked again."

"You want this?" she asked, and I could hear her surprise.

"I do," I said, expecting to be surprised by the statement but finding only comforting acceptance. "I'm Mistress Saskia's now, to be used however she fits. And she wants me like this."

I glanced over my shoulder at Cosmina's panting form. She was still hard, her cock twitching in time with her breathing.

I grinned at her, then blew her a kiss. "Are you ready to fuck me again?"