Borrowed Cock, Borrowed Time

"Mmmmmmmm, such a good girl, Rory." I whined, feeling my Mistress gently cradle my head behind me, whispering into my ear. Her hand stroked my cock as I hung suspended from her ceiling, legs spread and exposed as she continued to bring me to yet another edge, two weeks of being caged and denied leading up to this moment. My body shook with need, whimpering against her through my gag as she just smiled down at me, watching my cock twitch for what felt like the fiftieth time that night.

Mistress Rhonda, my keyholder and dear friend, thoroughly enjoyed seeing me like this, having bought a special rubber cock and ball holder for these very moments. It clamped around me perfectly, just on the verge of being too tight, holding everything in place for her amusement. I felt my cock pulse, aching to finally cum after weeks, blood trapped as my erection raged in her hands. With arms trapped behind my back, all I could do was whimper as I watched her latex gloved hand return once more to tease.

Mistress laughed as she let me twitch into the air once more several seconds later, too sensitive for anymore, kissing my cheek as I cried. She let her hands roam along my stockings, eyes rolling in my head as she explored my body. My orgasm continued to remain trapped in the tip of my cock, quivering in place as I begged her pathetically to finally cum, but she just smiled, ignoring my muffled desperation. I was a toy to her in these moments, nothing more... and you don't listen to your toys.

Moving in front of me, Mistress Rhonda gripped the straps holding me to the ceiling, gently pushing her strap-on against my hole until it relented, sliding effortlessly inside of me. I groaned, the sensation of having my ass filled mixed with being uncaged and erect doing a number on my sanity, head rolling back as I felt her fill me. Hooking a finger through my collar, Mistress re-focused my attention on her, smirking as she began to fuck me, other hand returning to my cock.

"There's my good girl," Mistress said, matching her thrusts to her strokes, "stare right into my eyes sissy, you're going to cum for me now." I whimpered, nodding enthusiastically as I felt myself rushing to the edge once more, the need surging through me to orgasm almost feral. Her entertained smirk continued as she fucked her toy, watching eagerly as my eyes widened, slowly being pushed passed the point of no return.

Silently screaming, I nearly fainted as my cock erupted, jets of cum showering all over the pretty pink outfit Mistress had wrapped around me. Endlessly I orgasmed, pulsing in her hands as she fucked cum out of me gleefully, her eyes sparkling as she looked down on her toy. Finally I breathed, crying and laughing as my body quivered from the stimulation, feeling cum seeping into my mouth around the gag.

Mistress Rhonda slowed down her thrusts, taking her time in watching me whimper, still in the throes of my orgasm. She reached behind me to unbuckle the gag, freeing my loud moans as I shook, soon sucking on the fingers she provided covered in my cum. All over me, Mistress had a seeming endless supply to feed back into her toy, thoroughly entertained by the sight she saw before her.

Finally finished cleaning me, she sighed happily, a finger playfully poking at my nose. "My dear Rory, how I enjoy making you cum." I giggled, my mind slowly allowing me to think once more, moaning as her hand and cock continued those slow, determined movements.

"You could have fooled me, Mistress, always waiting so long between them..." Mistress Rhonda laughed, offering my balls a light smack for the sass I had thrown at her. I squeaked, giggling once more, staring up at my beloved keyholder.

"Oh honey, two weeks is nothing compared to what I have planned for you next." Finding a clean spot on my forehead that hadn't been drenched in my cum, Mistress planted a final kiss on me before taking out her cock, listening to the whimpers I emitted feeling empty once more. I waited for her to elaborate on that terrifying threat, but she just disappeared, most likely to strip and clean off the toys, leaving me hanging in suspense. Literally.

Mistress Rhonda returned to wipe down my cock, ice wrapped in a cloth as it slowly deflated, looking far less impressive outside of the rubber separator. I watched as she re-attached my cage, staring into my eyes as the locking mechanism slid into place, offering me a wink and a light tap on my caged clit as the key disappeared into her pocket.

As the straps were lowered I stretched, having control of my limbs once more. Stripped of my now cum-covered outfit, I quickly showered away all the evidence of my release, returning to kneel in front of my Mistress, running a hand through my damp hair. I stared up at her, those eyes captivating me even after my amazing release, so lucky to be owned by her.

"Thank you, Mistress." I hugged her legs, listening to her satisfied little moan, pulling my head back so she could kiss my forehead.

"You are very welcome, my pet." Mistress Rhonda held me there, hand cupping my chin. "My good girl most certainly earned it, as she always does." I beamed from her praise, grinning as I felt my clit softly ache from the situation, greedily wanting another release that it most certainly would not get.

Lifting me up with one finger under my chin, Mistress led me to the bed, snuggling against her as she pulled out her phone. I watched curiously as she played with the locking app we used, setting up something she had already previously created. I watched as she clicked the button, sealing my fate, whimpering in terror as I saw the timer that was now on her screen.

180 Days

Mistress Rhonda laughed seeing my reaction, gripping me tighter as she kissed my cheek. "Calm down, sissy, don't worry." I whined, my clit aching fiercely at the idea of being stuck inside of it for six months, the very thought forcing my heart to slam into my chest. She scrolled down, showing off an additional button that could be pressed.

"You see," Mistress said, her grip holding me against her, "I'm not so mean, Rory. This button here removes an entire day from your timer." I breathed out a sigh of relief, reaching out with a finger to poke it. "Ah-ah!" she slapped my hand away as I giggled, pouting that my attempt didn't work. "You have to earn it, I'm afraid."

I whined, "well how do I earn it then?" I craned my neck to stare up at Mistress Rhonda, who looked far too pleased with herself for my liking.

"It's simple really. I will be sending out the code to your lock to all of our friends, and a few more around town." I whined hearing that, blushing deeply at the notion that everyone would be able to see my timer. Most of the people I knew had a vague idea about this kinky side of myself, but certainly not a direct line to it! Mistress just chuckled, patting my clit as I whimpered in her arms, waiting for her to continue.

"These people can take an entire day off your timer... but only AFTER you've sucked their cock." I gulped, those eyes drinking in every small moment of me taking in this news, a grinning face staring down at me. I could barely breathe as I stared up at my devious Mistress, the situation beginning to unravel in my mind.

"However sadly, due to the nature of this app, I had to add a downside." THAT was bullshit, and my glare up at Mistress Rhonda said so, but she just smirked down at me. "So, if you service someone who happens to have a pussy instead, well... then I'm afraid their button will add a day to your timer."

I whined, kicking my foot in protest at the covers. "But Mistress, you make me lick you ALL the time!" She laughed, offering me insincere soothing noises, her hand gently caressing my cheek.

"I know dear, but what could I do? The app made me." I growled, continuing to glare up at the lying glint in her eyes. "You'll just have to make a few more friends to balance it out, that's all sweetie." I whined, knowing that how often she pulled me between her legs, it would be a lot more than a few...

"Oh," she said, offering the final little tidbit, "and everyone's button only works once per day. We wouldn't want you to get too overworked, now would we?" Mistress leaned down, kissing my cheek, whispering a final little piece of information.

"Everyone's except mine, of course." I whimpered, my fears confirmed, knowing that this would be the hardest, longest challenge Mistress ever put me through.

She pulled up the message already pre-loaded, linking in the app download and my personal link, listening to my whimpering as she ran a hand through my hair, ensuring I was watching as she pressed send. My fate was sealed, scattered across the city, my clit pulsing once more as Mistress reached down to cup and squeeze it, her smirk permanently spread across her face.

"Now," she said, turning me around, finger hooked in my collar, "why don't you be a good girl, and allow me to test this new, fun button of mine a few times." I whimpered, slowly sliding between her legs, seeing how excited she was from the effects of everything that had transpired that night. Easily my favourite thing in the world, licking my Mistress to orgasms, yet now each one I knew cost me my chance at freedom.

Mistress Rhonda giggled, soon moaning as I settled into my little routine, knowing exactly what she liked, her strong hands returning to run through my hair. I watched her press that new button three times that night, falling asleep against her as my clit throbbed, terrified at what was in store for me.

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The days following Mistress locking me up in that new, cursed lock, I received a plethora of messages, most of which made me burn with embarrassment reading them. Teasing, evil friends, I aggressively yelled at all of them for NOT being helpful, but they just laughed at my predicament.

I sat at my desk, humming as I went through e-mails, legs crossed as I subtly felt my clit through the day. I wore a rather tight black dress, flowing just enough past my belted waist to hide my cage, not wanting to show that off to anyone who didn't want to see it. Underneath I wore my signature crotchless nylons, the only kind I wore other than stockings, finding it far easier in dealing with my frustrating little clit, sliding panties up over top.

All day I was offered little smirks by my co-workers, glaring as I knew at least a few of them would have received Mistress Rhonda's message blast. Trying my best to ignore them, I focused on work, letting the time fly by as best I could, sighing contently as I packed up towards the end of the day.

Before I could head out, my manager Ethan called me into his office, slightly annoyed he had waited this long to talk to me. With a soft huff, I sat down in front of his desk, my eyes going wide as he slid his phone across to me, a familiar app opened up to show my lock, which currently had more days on it then when I started.

"You wouldn't believe the message I received a few days ago, Rory." I glared at him, knowing he had waited until I showed up to work femme. However despite the glare I fixed him with, I couldn't deny how excited my little clit was being shown that lock from someone other than my Mistress.

He smirked, a knowing smile on his face as he shrugged. "I'd be more than happy to help, if that is something that you want?" I growled, wanting to throw it in his face, but there were two problems with that plan. One, with how voracious my Mistress was, never mind some friends who I knew would be taking advantage of adding time to my lock, at this rate I would be caged for the rest of my life.

And two... I really liked sucking cock. Super duper liked it.

I stood up, calmly smoothing out my dress as I made my way around his desk, kneeling down in front of his chair. Ethan stared down, trying to remain cool but I could see his eyes dancing with excitement, watching as I slowly ran hands along his thighs, unbuckling his belt. I dragged his pants down around his ankles, cock and balls pulled free of his boxers, listening to his groans as I took his growing shaft in my hands.

I teased him at first, licking and kissing all over until I felt him throbbing against me, fully hard and ready. Never breaking eye contact, I sat back on my heels as I took his cock in my mouth, listening to him groan as his hand was placed on my head. I moaned, moving my lips up and down his shaft, returning to suck and lick right on the tip of his head, finally my turn to smirk as I could see the effect I was having on him.

Holding and massaging his balls, I felt them twitch, confirmed when a second of Ethan's hands gripped my head, pushing me further down on his cock. He groaned, stifling a scream as I felt my mouth beginning to fill, shaking as he came in my mouth. I gripped my lips around him, not letting any cum escape me, waiting for him to finish cumming.

Ethan kept me there for a minute, twitching and smiling as his cock slowly moved in my mouth, before he slowly slid out of me, cock glistening with cum and spit. I made sure he was watching as I swallowed his cum, thanking him just as Mistress had taught me, before returning to clean off his cock with my tongue. He just leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily with an appreciative hand patting my head.

Finally satisfied with my work, I sat back on my heels, staring up at my boss. He laughed as I blushed, seeing just how excited and worked up playing with his cock had made me. Taking out my phone, I unlocked the option for him to press the button on his app, feeling such joy as he did, the timer going down by twenty-four hours.

Ethan sighed, offering me one more pat before pulling up his pants. "I am happy to help you at the end of every day with the timer, Rory." He smirked, offering me a wink. "You know, because I am such a good boss." My glare for him quickly returned to my face.

"Yes, I am sure that is the ONLY reason..." Ethan chuckled, shrugging as I stood up and left, desperately hoping my dress continued to hide the excitement radiating from my clit. As I walked back to my car, heels clicking off the pavement, I saw a text from Mistress Rhonda.

Mistress: That's my good girl! Only 180 more and you'll be free!

I stuck my tongue out at the screen.

True to his work, Ethan offered me his cock on Friday as well, knowing I'd leave work every day now with the taste of his cum on my lips. Yet I couldn't deny how much I enjoyed it, especially seeing the physical representation of him clicking that button, an entire day removed due to my hard work. It also meant that I'd be coming into work as Rory for the foreseeable future, another predicament I didn't mind in the slightest.

Later that night I sat at a table out for the night with some friends, blushing profusely as they all teased me, all of them able to see exactly when time was added or removed, knowing how both of those events happened. I pouted, yelling at them to put their phones away, but they of course ignored me, setting up notifications so it would alert them every time I was a good girl. I felt by the end of this lock-up my face would be stuck in a permanent glare after all the times I offered one to those around me.

Leaving the bathroom, a man at the bar gently pulled me to the side, waving the app to get my attention. I blushed, letting myself be pulled into a back room, moaning quietly as I felt his hands exploring under my dress, gripping my ass and clit. After getting me worked up, he placed a strong hand on my shoulder, my eyes wide as I crouched in my heels, quickly moaning around his cock. Such a nice cock too...

I savoured the taste of him, licking and sucking hard as I stared up at this stranger who currently controlled me. He grunted, cumming quickly in my mouth, the mix of my situation and the noise of the bar muffled behind us too exciting for him. I giggled, swallowing and licking him clean, thanking him as I watched him press that magical button. No name, just a little pat on my head, calling me a good girl before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving a frustrated and needy sissy in the dark.

I casually made my way back to the table, face beaming as I slid into my chair. I blushed, seeing recognition on one of my friend's faces as they checked their phone, a collection of gasps and exclamations surrounding me as I giggled, shrugging to myself as I sat through dinner, the taste of his cum sitting perfectly on my tongue.

That night as I made my way home, I found a proud Mistress standing in my living room, dressed in her favourite latex, strap-on firmly presented in my direction. I moaned happily, my hand wrapping around her cock, kneeling before my owner. She locked my collar around my neck, before stripping me of my dress and panties. Dragging me to a chair, Mistress wasted no time in watching me sink onto her cock, moaning loudly into her ear.

"No cumming" was all she offered me, biting my neck as I whimpered, moving up and down on her cock. My clit after days of denial, servicing so many others while I stayed caged, danced with that familiar need, already building up to that edge. Thankfully, it was far more difficult trying to cum from my ass, allowing me to entertain my Mistress as I moaned, happily bouncing in her lap.

I stopped a few times, my legs shaking from both the effort of fucking her, and trying not to cum. Each time I sank her cock as deep as it would go inside of me, my arms wrapped around her as I whined, listening to her whisper into my ear, leaving bite marks all over my body. I almost begged her to let me cum, but refused to be that weak so early into the lock. We both knew I would, and we both knew how much pleasure she'd get saying no.

When my legs refused to function any further, Mistress Rhonda smiled, kissing my cheek deeply as she helped me slide off her cock. My clit ached, leaking pathetically as I blushed, moaning around her finger as she helped clean up the tiny mess I made. She left me on edge, body brimming with energy, still collared as I was dragged between her legs, happily adding more time to my lock as she came loudly.

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Through that first month, Mistress happily managed to add twenty days to my timer, but gleefully I had taken off thirty. Thirty cocks I sucked between Ethan after work each day, my mysterious stranger at the bar, and a few friends who reached out to me. My favourite was Noah, who seemed to blush the entire time, barely able to look down as I pleasured his cock, yet the throbbing I felt in his shaft told me all I needed to know about his excitement levels.

Which meant that my timer still read 140 days remaining. 140 days!?? I already whimpered at Mistress Rhonda when I serviced her, my clit aching and pulsing at me far more than I was used to. But she continued to deny me, denied even cumming from her many cocks or vibrators, edged relentlessly tied up in her presence. I felt my mind continuously slipping into that submissive fog, seeping into every thought I had.

I quickly ran into another issue with the lock Mistress Rhonda had set in place, and that issue went by the name of Aurora. You see, Aurora was easily the most adorable human being on the planet, a fact she was well aware of. Standing over a head shorter than me, even more so in the heels she had me currently trapped in, she adored dolling me up any chance she got.

Over-the-top, aggressively feminine, poufy, pink, and utterly humiliating outfits... yet I could never say no to her.

I huffed at the wide petticoats pushing out my dress, feeling ridiculous with a blushing face to match, while Aurora just hummed happily to herself as she fussed, the cutest happy smile spread across her face. The seams of my stockings were perfectly straight, elbow length silk gloves adorned my hands, and a clip-on bow in my hair, I felt like a doll, softly whimpering as I was worked on.

Grinning, Aurora finally stepped back to admire her handiwork, squealing happily as I blushed, turning on her request. Photo after photo was snapped, dreading how many people always received her "masterpieces", my poor clit always straining so hard when I was with her. After walking up and down her apartment to gleeful cheers, Aurora finally knelt me down in front of the couch, those beautiful eyes of hers wide with excitement as I dutifully slid off her pants.

"Slowly," Aurora whispered, giggling down at me as she held her hands together, "I like watching your cute bow bounce up and down as you lick me." I glared at her, but this just forced out more giggles, slowly licking her pussy as she began to moan, those adorable noises not helping my own excitement in the slightest.

Even before this lock-up, Aurora had enjoyed my tongue many times in the past. Always I was dressed up beforehand, having put together some monstrosity of bows, puffs, and sparkles for me to service her in. Now however, with a new button she got to press, adding time for each night she came all over my tongue, I felt a mix of dread and humiliating excitement realising how much more common this would be in my life going forward.

I felt Aurora playfully bounce the bow on top of my head, grinning as I licked and sucked, working her pussy exactly how she liked. Cocks often enjoyed most of the same things, with maybe a tiny variation or kink thrown into the routine. But pussies... pussies were as different as fingerprints it seemed. Sure, there was a general pattern that I chose to follow, but every person that I learned to pleasure enjoyed focusing on different areas, or using different speeds, techniques.

Some liked fingers, some wanted only licks, some needed my nose jammed hard into their crotch, some screamed and shuffled away the moment you made them cum. Needy, desperate, and difficult little things, I often walked away from cunnilingus praising that all I had was a silly little locked clit, far easier to manage!

Aurora wanted slow, sensual licks, moaning as she settled in, never wanting to cum too quickly. No vibrators, too sensitive, even when I focused the tip of my tongue on her clit she scolded me, needing me to widen my tongue, sliding up and down her entire pussy. I knew she was close to cumming as her hands began squeezing the air involuntarily in front of her, breaths short and quiet, her pussy constantly tensing, literally feeling her clit dancing along my tongue.

Finally after many minutes Aurora squeaked, body quivering endlessly as she came, slowing my licks down even further to not over stimulate her. I listened to her breathing return to a more steady pace, hands once again at her side, a happy grin on her face as she watched me lick, soothing her pussy after the intense orgasm, while my clit strained beneath my petticoats, constantly forgotten.

While she liked the effect my cage had on me, forcing me into more girly moods for her to play with, Aurora wanted nothing to with my clit. She made a face every time I started getting ready, watching me slide panties up my legs, only smiling once she could only see it outlined in silky fabric. I was there for one reason and one reason only, to be her little doll.

She let me lick her for another few minutes before scooting back, leaving me on my heels as she held up her phone, pressing the same button that brought so much joy to my Mistress. An adorable smirk on her face, she then showed me the text Mistress Rhonda had sent, groaning as I read it.

"Please, no Aurora..." I said, watching the grin grow on her face.

"Me!? I didn't tell you, she did! I am innocent!" I whimpered, reading it again just in case, but my fate was sealed.

Rhonda: Send the sissy to my place wearing her outfit, I want to see it for myself.

I tried pleading with her once more, but she continued to play the innocent card, her hands were tied as it were. Lending me a tiny pink backpack for my boy clothes, I squeaked as her door closed on me a few moments later, internally dreading this very real walk of shame to Mistress Rhonda's apartment, a twenty minute walk through the city.

Each step my clit pulsed, fingers and hushed whispers following me on my journey as I blushed, heart thumping in my chest. By the time I stood in front of her building I felt as if my body was on fire, aching with a need to cum, mixed in with relief that I could finally get away from prying eyes. I ran the intercom, but all that met me was a howling laughter.

"Oh, it looks even better in person!" Mistress Rhonda snickered, leaving me outside to blush, stamping my heel on the ground.

"Mistress! Let me in!!!" I huffed, talking through gritted teeth to the intercom, knowing she was glued to the camera above me.

"Uh-uh, my frilly sissy. Not until you do a big, slow twirl for me." I huffed, people still giggling on the street, watching as I nearly died from humiliation, slowly showing off at my Mistress' command. With a final laugh through the speaker surrounding me, I heard the door to the building click open, quickly dashing inside as fast as my heels would allow.

Once inside her apartment, Mistress had me show off for a few final photos, laughing to herself as I blushed hard, the entire evening melting me into a complete submissive mess. Thankfully, she helped me out of the ridiculous outfit, leaving only the pink bow in my hair, all folded nicely to be returned to the adorable evil princess Aurora.

"Such a brave girl, aren't you?" I whimpered, kneeling before Mistress Rhonda, my clit straining hard as she gently rubbed it with her feet. "I'm very proud you agreed to come to me tonight, sissy." I whined softly, leaning into her hand for support, my skin still feeling as if it was on fire. She held me against her thighs, smirking down at the pathetic mess she was the owner of, soon taking my hand to lead me into her bedroom.

Lying down, she softly rubbed my clit with one hand, staring into my eyes as I whimpered endlessly, unable to stop the noises being forced from my lips. "You know," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "you could just stay in this thing forever for me. Just stop sucking cocks like a little whore, letting the timer grow and grow as I use that tongue." I whined, my body shaking from the very thought, her hand never stopping the tormentingly beautiful touching on my straining clit.

With that image in my head, Mistress pulled me between her legs to cum twice on my face, three days added to my timer in the span of a few hours, sighing contently as she fell asleep against my chest. I was left in the dark, my mind spinning, clit aching, knowing I would get little to no sleep that night.

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Unable to deal with the growing ache I felt each day, I ignored Mistress' advice and desperately searched for even more cocks to service, needing to reduce my timer. More friends came forward, people I had worked with or played hockey together, seeing me in a FAR different light than they were used to. Over a month of being caged and denied, I was in a frenzy seeing their cocks, knowing mine wouldn't be allowed an erection for much, much longer if I didn't pleasure theirs.

By the end of the second month I had reduced my timer to 120 days, tasting cum on my breath constantly now from how often I spent on my knees. Some of those bastards were even getting cocky, Kadeem only offering me his cock after I cleaned his room, scowling to myself as I folded his laundry, those large strong hands of his rubbing and gripping my ass in their leggings, softly moaning against him as I did HIS chores!

Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Each week Aurora dreamt up some new torment for me to wear, always dragging on the evening so she could play with her favourite doll, giggling as she pressed the button that controlled my life. Yet despite the humiliation and frustration I felt serving her, I couldn't deny how much I loved the mindset it put me in.

A couple that I went to university with, Joan and Andre, also reached out to me after being caged close to two months. Joan blushed the entire time we chatted, admitting that sucking her husband's cock was not exactly her favourite activity, finding it degrading. But the idea of watching me do it for her... well the excited glint in her eyes did the talking for her, not to mention the matching energy from Andre. I was far too happy to oblige, serving couples being about as close to the top of my fantasy list as it got.

I dramatically wore my favourite black lingerie set to their house, covered only by a long coat. With flair, I swept it off myself standing in their entranceway, two sets of wide, eager eyes staring across at me. That felt... good, not going to lie.

After having me twirl for him as I giggled, Andre took my hand, bringing me upstairs to their bedroom. I greedily stripped off his sweatpants, nearly swatted in the face by his big, swinging cock. Moaning like the little whore that I was, I gripped him with both of my hands, licking up and down his shaft and balls. Joan's eyes were glued to me as I pleasured her husband, held in his arms by his side.

"Look how eager she is, Andre..." Andre smirked, letting a hand rest on my head as I giggled, finally taking his big cock in my mouth.

"Why don't you kneel down there with her and help, babe." Joan blushed hard, burying her face into Andre's neck as she quietly refused, a knowing laugh coming from his lips. But soon enough those eyes peeked down once more, watching the sissy sucking her husband's cock hungrily. He groaned, that familiar pulse in his cock telling me he was close to cumming, moaning involuntarily at the thought of having his cum flood my mouth.

He whispered something to Joan, hearing her squeak with excitement, a hand slowly moving down to hold his shaft, feeling it begin to pulse, her husband groaning loudly as I sucked him through the powerful orgasm tearing across his body. I rolled my eyes back as warm cum finally filled me, coating my tongue with far more than usual, swallowing a tiny bit so it wouldn't spill past my lips.

Patiently waiting for him to finish using my mouth, I finally pulled off his impressive cock, showing them both all the cum in my mouth, before dutifully swallowing it all, quickly returning to clean off his cock. I shuddered, knowing how happy I'd be to have this beautiful cock to suck every day.

"Wow..."Joan said, legs rubbing together as she slowly continued to stroke Andre's cock into my mouth. Andre breathed heavily, smiling as he came down from his release, leaning in to kiss his wife's lips. She moaned against his mouth, hands moving to wrap around his neck. After a time she disappeared into his neck, whispering something that made her blush furiously. Andre chuckled, motioning me to stand up, his cock now thoroughly glistening with my saliva.

"Rory, Joan here needs to be fucked now, seeing you be a good girl has her all worked up." Joan refused to look at me, blushing harder than myself, shifting in place. I giggled, teasingly poking at her as she swatted my hand away, my hand instinctively returning to Andre's cock, slowly stroking him so he wouldn't lose his erection.

"Mmmmm, do you need me to get you ready?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

Andre chuckled, "well, actually, if you're okay with it, we'd really like you to watch." My eyes went wide with excitement.

"I'd LOVE to!" Joan finally peeked from the shelter of her husband's arms, staring right at me.

"Really? You wouldn't find that weird, Rory?" I raised an eyebrow at my friend, dramatically sweeping an arm in my direction.

"Joan, I am the queen of 'weird', sweetie." This brought a big smile to her face, rushing over to wrap me in a big, tight hug. Taking my hand in hers, she led me onto the bed, sitting me against the pillows as she rested her head against my lap, a soft hand wrapping around my excited little clit. I moaned, not expecting her to touch me there, whimpering as we both watched Andre strip her of clothes, both naked as he lined his cock up with her wet, aching pussy.

Effortlessly, that big cock slid into her, Joan's body arching with pleasure as she was fucked slowly. Andre took his time, knowing exactly what his wife wanted, my tiny moans filling the empty spaces as her hand continued to grip and rub my clit. I watched with envy as that massive cock slid inside of her over and over, soon glistening with her excitement. Spoiled Joan just happily moaned in my lap, head thrown back as she was fucked.

Andre motioned to me with a nod of his head, soon my hands moved down to pinch and rub Joan's nipples, those moans of hers increasing. Cupping her breasts, I played with her as best I could as her husband fucked her, the constant noises emitted from her open mouth making my poor clit ache with need. I watched as her back arched, silent as she came, her entire body quivering through her orgasm, Andre's cock firmly planted all the way inside of her to grip hold of.

I watched Joan cum on his cock three times before Andre finally tapped out, flooding her pussy with cum, exhausted from his own orgasms of the night. Switching places, I didn't even have to be asked before my face was buried in her pussy, softly licking his cum out of her. Joan smiled and giggled in her husband's arms as she watched me, commenting to him at how turned on she had been. Andre's cock came next, tasting a mixture of Joan and himself as I licked him clean, my mind on fire from servicing them.

Finished, they brought me up to snuggle between them, Joan's hands returning to my clit, whimpering as she felt exactly how excited I had been watching them. She made me promise to come back whenever they wanted, happily removing time with Andre's phone. I nodded, speech temporarily stolen from me, my submissive mind barely able to think.

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By the end of the third month caged for Mistress Rhonda's new lock for me, I had a steady stream of cocks wanting to help me reduce my timer. This was good, as seeing me being used so readily, the aching frustration that just permanently resided within myself, was turning my Mistress insatiable. In all the time being her good girl, I had NEVER seen her cum this much, pulling me in between her legs whenever she wished.

Even her strap-on was making her cum! Grinding against her clit, she'd scream holding my hips, cumming hard against me, the irony of me being fucked yet listening to HER cum was not lost on me...

While there were plenty of strangers and one-nighters that I happily sucked, the final person who enjoyed my mouth was Vanessa. Vanessa was a dear friend I often dressed with, more of a crossdresser than a sissy. She loved being girly, feminine, getting all dressed up to go dancing, hanging off each other's arm as we went out, letting free that other side of ourselves. With a smooth, lean frame, I was almost certain Vanessa had started taking estrogen, wanting to be 'Vanessa' permanently, but I didn't push her on it, that was her journey and hers alone.

However, with news of my lock-up coming across her screen, knowing how desperate I had become from our nights out, seeing me disappear with someone only to return minutes later, poor Vanessa eventually blurted out one night loudly and suddenly that she wanted a blowjob.

I howled with laughter at her reddening face, shouting at me to shut up as she threw several pillows at me. I quickly moved to pin her to her bed, far bigger and stronger than her, feeling a surge of dominance that I rarely got to show off and play with. The wide-eyed and timid woman beneath me softly moaned, watching as I smirked, trailing kisses down the dress she had chosen for the evening.

I slid up her dress to her waist, staring into her eyes as I ripped open her nylons, Vanessa's shocked gasp music to my ears. Freeing her cock from the gaff, I stroked and licked while she whined, sinking further into her mattress. With another smirk, I scooted up to press her against my chest, hand slowly stroking her cock to her first edge, listening to those beautiful, cute moans of frustration.

Kissing Vanessa's neck, I let her cool off, returning my hands to her cock moments later, only to leave her on the edge once more. Pressed into my chest, she whined and begged, desperation coursing through her body, yet I was having far too much fun to let her cum just yet. I kept going until I saw her fall even further into that need, that ache I knew all too well, before dipping down once again to wrap my lips around her cock, knowing it would be a matter of seconds before I forced an orgasm from her tingling body.

Sure enough, Vanessa whimpered loudly as cum filled my mouth, cock pulsing wildly as she came. I watched eagerly as she tossed and turned, hands rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, shaking as I continued to suck. I swallowed, climbing up to press her down into the mattress, kissing my friend with the taste of her cum on my lips.

"Thank you," Vanessa whispered up at me, so soft I could barely hear it, offering her another kiss.

"You're welcome, sweetie," I said, brushing some of her long hair out of her face. "I can do that whenever you like." She blushed, hands hiding her face as she giggled.

"Can, uh... can you do it again?" I gasped at her, but she continued to hide behind her hands, peeking through her fingers. With a roll of my eyes, knowing it wouldn't reduce my timer any further the second time, I happily returned Vanessa's cock to my mouth, those cute moans filling the room quickly once more.

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30 days...

I stared at my phone hungrily, the ache I felt in my clit stronger than anything I had ever felt before, unable to even remember how many days I had been locked at this point. I constantly leaked it seemed, my panties a continuous mess to clean up when I got home. Between Mistress Rhonda and the many people who enjoyed my mouth during this challenge, I felt like the amount of orgasms I had been a part of other than my own was close to one thousand.

Probably not, but horny minds sucked at math.

I slowly got ready in the outfit Mistress laid out for me on the bed, promising a special surprise to celebrate how close I was getting to a release. No panties, I slid the opaque white tights up my legs, shivering from the sensation. Next came the bodysuit with half-sleeves, white lace trim adorning the ends of them, some decorating the lower neckline as well. I whimpered seeing the perfect outline of my clit in this outfit, blushing hard as I felt like some sort of silly sissy ballerina.

Mistress walked in to see me staring into the mirror, smiling as she ran hands over my smooth body, whimpering from her touch. "Almost ready, sweetie." She led me to the bed, sliding my heels into some cute black heels, not too high, before wrapping a black ribbon around them, crisscrossing on my ankle before being tied into a bow near the back of the heel. I giggled, almost as if she was sealing me into them for the night, seeing her do the other heel as well.

A black bow was clipped into my hair, holding it out of my face, the final piece being a similar ribbon she wrapped around my neck, tight enough where I could constantly feel it against my skin. I whined excitedly seeing myself in the mirror, Mistress Rhonda eagerly exploring my body as she approved.

"Now," she said, fussing with my hair a bit to get it settled how she wanted, "your surprise should almost be here." I pouted at her, but Mistress refused to offer any more, simply leading me into the main room, with perfect timing as there was a soft knock at the door.

My eyes beamed as Vanessa walked in, blushing hard in a cute pink outfit. Pushing me to my knees, Mistress Rhonda whispered in my ear. "This cutie is just the first of thirty people coming to use your sissy mouth tonight... one for each day remaining on your lock." I moaned, instantly feeling my clit ache with excitement. She cupped my clit, offering it a firm smack as I flinched, shaking with need as Mistress stood, motioning to Vanessa.

"She's all yours, hun." Vanessa giggled, scooting closer to lift up her skirt, freeing the eager little cock beneath it. With Mistress' words floating around in my head, I shoved Vanessa's cock deep into my mouth, desperately wanting her cum. I heard a satisfied hum somewhere behind me, knowing Mistress was sitting down to enjoy the show of me being a good girl for her.

One by one, every person I had serviced over the past hundred days or so filtered in. Ethan, Joan and Andre, Kadeem, Noah, and some faces I vaguely recognised. Some new ones as well, thirty cocks being hard to come by, my jaw aching and my stomach full. By the time the final guest slowly wiped his cock along my tongue, cleaning off the remnants of his orgasm, I knelt there on the floor exhausted, completely smelling of cum, my outfit drenched and ruined.

Mistress Rhonda laughed at the state of me, waving her phone in front of me, showing that it read zero days and one hour. I meekly smiled, feeling myself starting to recover from the intense sensation of serving so many people so quickly. As I sat there on the floor Mistress carefully used fabric scissors to cut me out of my cocksucking uniform, watching it fall in pieces around me.

Soon I was naked, moaning as warm water washed over me in the shower, rinsing away cum and sweat until I felt refreshed and renewed. I stepped out into her waiting arms, wrapping a warm towel around me as I blushed, leaning into my Mistress. She led me to the vanity, sitting me down as I felt her brushing make-up onto my face lightly. A clip was returned to my hair, soon hands resting against the table as she painted my nails a bright bubblegum pink.

I slid stockings up my legs, the garter holding them in place, those straps digging perfectly into my thighs and ass. A corset wrapped around my waist, all matching my new, cute nails, Mistress obviously prepared to dress me up exactly how she wanted. Finally, a collar gripped my throat as I moaned, eagerly falling under her control completely, surrendering to this amazing woman.

I felt my legs pinned back on either side of me, connected somewhere behind my head. Rope tied them tight to my torso, my wrists wrapped in cuffs that were clipped to my collar. Leaving me exposed and helpless, Mistress disappeared to get ready herself, returning in her favourite latex outfit, cock already firmly strapped between her legs. She admitted that wearing it made her feel like a Goddess, surging confidence as she stared down at me in what she called her, "pegging uniform".

I drooled in anticipation, loving how perfectly it shaped her, as well as the assertiveness she commanded wearing it. Stroking her cock, Mistress Rhonda smiled down at me, listening to me whine excitedly as she waved my key in front of my face, showing off that my timer had finally reached zero.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, Rory." I whimpered hearing her praise, blushing hard as she leaned against my body, finger planted on my nose. "You did so well, making so many people in our lives happy and satisfied. My perfect sissy." I squeaked, unable to respond to her beautiful words.

She leaned in, biting my ear as she whispered. "And now, I am going to fuck every single drop out of you." I moaned loudly, shaking as she stared down at me, that intense, eager stare seeming to hold me in place more effectively than the bondage, never breaking eye contact as she slid the key into my cage, freed for the first time in over one hundred days outside of cleanings.

The ring removed from my balls, I felt her latex glove grip and stroke me, sighing as I felt my first erection in a long, long time growing in her hands. A small part of me worried it would no longer work, whimpering pathetically as she slowly edged me, watching gleefully as it grew, stretched, and hardened against her. Playfully, Mistress pressed it against her own cock, both knowing hers was always much bigger.

I whimpered as she played and toyed with me, so close to the orgasm I had worked so hard for, yet it didn't mean I stopped being her toy. Her pet. I just moaned, aching in anticipation as she looked down at me, enjoying every moment of my torment. With a delicious sigh, she slowly slid her cock inside of me, grinning as my slutty little hole easily swallowed it whole. Pushing right up against me, I squealed as she offered my balls a few slaps for her amusement, slowly sliding her cock in and out.

For months she had fucked me just like this, always slowing down exactly when she needed to. Now, with my hardening cock in her hands, she vigorously thrusted into me, fucking my ass hard as I moaned, nearly in tears from how good it felt to be properly pounded.

"Cum for me, my little pet. Cover yourself with that long awaited orgasm." I cried out, moaning hard as I felt her continue to stroke my cock, now aimed down my body. Those thrusts slamming into me in a way only she knew how, my body shaking with excitement as that orgasm drew near. That edge I had been held to for so long. Forced to watch and make others go over it while she kept me dangling on the precipice, consistently denied.

Not this time.

I silently screamed into the night, unable to breathe as my orgasm was forcefully fucked out of me, jets of cum splattering over my body and face. My open mouth caught some of it, my tingling body caught the rest, completely covered in months of cum, my poor cock never ending in how much it spurted out in her hands. Mistress laughed, thoroughly amused at how much there was, never slowing in fucking her sissy.

Finally I could breathe, tasting my own cum on my lips as I cried, tears of joy streaming down my face. I wanted to reach out, grip her tightly, thank her over and over for such an incredible moment, but all of this was denied to me. All I could do was whimper, bound in place for her to use me, focusing on breathing through the emotions churning inside my body. Through it all, Mistress just watched, an eager smile spread across her face.

I felt Mistress tie a thin rope around my cock and balls, keeping everything firm as the blood tried to escape it, far from finished playing with me. It didn't take long before her cock brought me towards a second orgasm, whining with need as she granted my wish, sweat glistening on her forehead as she fucked me hard, fast, and strong. I came, my cock spilling forth much less cum the second time, watching the intensity in Mistress Rhonda's eyes, knowing she was close to cumming herself.

In a submissive fog, I listened as she almost roared, shaking from her cock rubbing against her clit, cumming from fucking her sissy. It pleased me endlessly to know that she received pleasure from this as well, watching her cum from fucking me almost more enjoyable than cumming itself. Mistress breathed heavily, nearly collapsing on top of her cum-covered sissy, a latex hand reaching out to hold herself steady.

After recovering, she smiled down at me, moving some cum so I could see out of both eyes, listening to me moan as I sucked her fingers clean. The rest she left on me, marking me as the slut that I was, her cock disappearing from my ass to be replaced by a vibrator. Stripped of her strap-on, she slid a ball gag in between my lips, listening to me whimper as the vibrator was turned on, quickly coursing through my body as she lay beside me, happily watching.

She reached out and stroked my cock, leaning on her elbow as I shook, dribbles of cum dripping out with my third and fourth orgasm. True to her word, I pleaded with Mistress using my eyes, but she continued to make me cum until every drop had left my body, until I quivered in my binds, cock drained and pulsing pathetically through yet another orgasm. Mistress just added more lube to her toy and my cock, slowly stroking, pulsing the vibrator as I slowly lost my mind in her arms.

I didn't even realise when she turned off the vibrator, or when I had been freed from bondage, finding myself snuggled up against her, wearing a comfy romper, clit once again safely locked away. Her hand gently ran through my hair, protectively holding me to her chest, staring down at her good girl.

"Did you enjoy your release, Rory?" I mumbled my response, but Mistress Rhonda just smiled at the incomprehensible words drifting out of my tired mouth. "I thought as much." Her hand continued to run through my hair as I let out a constant stream of noises, completely content in that moment.

Taking out her phone, she showed me the lock I had previously been in, all set up and refreshed. "I think my little experiment was a complete success, sissy. This is the perfect way to keep you from now on." I whined in agreement, knowing that despite the agonising need and desperation I had felt, being caged and used these past few months had been a dream.

"The next one is going to be for 360 days," Mistress said, listening to the pathetic whimpering it forced out of me, smirking as she kissed my forehead. "I know sissy, I know. But they're only going to get longer and longer from here, so enjoy it while you can." I squeaked, my clit already aching at the thought of how many cocks I'd have to service to bring that number down.

I watched her thumb press the button, closing the lock and sending the new link out to the world, once more putting my faith in the hands of others. I whimpered, knowing all the challenges I was about to face, all the people I would have to keep happy for a chance to ever cum again.

Yet in that moment I just smiled, gripping onto my Mistress even tighter, hoping her control over me never ended.