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My Father’s Girlfriend Becomes My Mistress: Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-09-13 21:07:53 +0000 UTC
Michael lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his mind swirling with confusion and desperation. Had I cum? The thought tormented him as he replayed the night over and over in his head. Sofia had edged him mercilessly, her teasing so relentless that his body had given out, plunging him into unconsciousness. But now, awake and trapped in the unbearable aftermath, he couldn't remember if he'd been granted the release his body craved so desperately.
His balls felt swollen and heavy as if they were boulders attached to him, dragging him down with their weight. Every tiny movement made them throb with a dull, agonizing ache that refused to subside. His cock, trapped within the unforgiving steel of the chastity cage, strained against the sharp pins digging into his flesh. Each pulse of his arousal sent fresh waves of pain and longing through his body, making him wince. The frustration was maddening, his cock so eager for release yet utterly helpless.
As he finally forced himself to climb out of bed, his legs weak and trembling, tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away hastily, panting from the pain that radiated from his cock and balls. Each breath seemed to tighten the cruel restraint around him, amplifying the torment.
Michael could barely stand as the weight of his need, his aching balls, and the cruel reminder of the night before consumed him. He struggled downstairs before venturing into the kitchen for some breakfast. He groaned as he saw Sofia in a short sexy French maid outfit.
"Ah, how's my favourite submissive?" she winked at Michael, as he struggled against the pain of his growing erection, straining within the confines of the chastity cage.
"I'm good, thanks," he managed to reply, his voice tense, while his swollen balls throbbed inside his pants as if desperately signalling that it was time for release.
Things had reached an entirely new level. Sofia had intensified her teasing and control over Michael.
“I’m preparing breakfast for your father so he can enjoy a relaxing morning in bed while I drain his balls with my full lips,” she said with a sultry tone.
Michael moaned in frustration at her words. His father was living a fantasy, indulging in the pleasures Michael could only dream of, while he remained locked in chastity. Every day, he endured the relentless torment of his arousal, his body constantly aware of its need, all while he catered to Sofia’s every desire. The cage kept him on edge, fueling his desire but never satisfying it, as he served her whims with a mix of yearning and torment.
Michael sat at the table, eating his cereal, as he listened to Sofia speak Spanish in her bedroom. The only sound that followed was the wet, rhythmic slurping of what sounded like an incredibly skilled blowjob.
As the noises filled the house, Michael's body betrayed him; he could feel his underwear growing damp from the constant flow of precum.
After nearly an hour of loud sex, Sofia sauntered back into the kitchen, her hair tousled and her lipstick smeared, unmistakable signs of the indulgent session Michael had overheard.
"By the way, submissive," she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "don’t forget that Halloween is this weekend. I’ve already picked out our costumes, so we can dress up together as a family."
Michael could only manage a subdued, "Okay." He understood all too well that he had no choice but to fulfil Sofia’s every demand if he ever wanted a chance at release again.
As Halloween approached, Michael's anticipation grew palpable. Sofia emerged from her bedroom, clad in a stunning latex policewoman outfit that left little to the imagination. Her dominant presence was undeniable, accentuated by the sheer allure of her massive, perfectly shaped breasts straining against the tight latex. Cuffs, a whip, a baton, and an assortment of other enticing toys hung provocatively from her waist.
The key to Michael’s chastity belt, glinting tantalizingly, was nestled between her full, firm breasts. The sight was overwhelming. Michael groaned quietly to himself, feeling his arousal intensify as his already throbbing erection was mercilessly compressed by the chastity device.
"I’ll be going as a policewoman this Halloween," Sofia purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you, my dear, will be my prisoner."
With a playful wink, she led Michael into her bedroom.
As he followed, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and humiliation. Sofia made him strip down, leaving him exposed to nothing but his chastity belt. The contrast was striking—here he was, completely naked and vulnerable, while she stood confidently in her dominatrix-inspired policewoman outfit.
The tight latex hugged her curves, accentuating her commanding presence and leaving Michael feeling both ashamed and intensely aroused.
She handed Michael an orange prison jumpsuit, the word "PRISONER" starkly emblazoned across the back in bold black ink. As he slipped into the suit, Sofia took out a set of cold, real metal shackles. With a commanding grace, she fastened them around his ankles, linking them together before securing them to his waist.
She continued with meticulous precision, connecting his waist to his neck and then his wrists to his waist. Michael was utterly restrained, completely dependent on Sofia’s touch for any release.
With a wicked smile, Sofia bent him over and began to sensuously lube his ass with her latex-clad finger. Her touch was teasing, and deliberate, and she whispered, "You've been a naughty boy. I know you like things in your ass."
Her finger slowly explored him, stroking and teasing, driving him wild. After several minutes of this tantalizing torment, she removed her finger and replaced it with a vibrating inflatable butt plug. Michael groaned as the plug entered him, filling him with delicious pressure.
Sofia's smirk widened as she took the bulb for the plug and gave it a few firm pumps, expanding the plug inside him. The sensation was intense and overwhelming as Michael squirmed in the chastity cage.
To complete his transformation into her prisoner, Sofia fitted a large red rubber penis gag into Michael's mouth, fastening it securely. She then placed a spit guard around his face, making sure no saliva or drool could escape. Though it looked like a typical red rubber gag, it held a devious secret.
Michael felt the gag begin to expand within his mouth, stretching his jaw and pushing deeper into his throat. Sofia watched with a smirk, enjoying his helpless struggle.
"The only way to stop it from growing," she said seductively, "is to start sucking on it."
Reluctantly, Michael began to suck on the gag. As he did, he tasted a salty, thick substance as it went down his throat. His stomach churned as he swallowed, each gulp a reminder of his degradation.
When he stopped sucking, the gag expanded further, forcing him to resume. Every time he paused, the gag would grow more, making him continue the humiliating cycle.
Sofia leaned in closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You didn’t think I’d waste all the cum from your last orgasm, did you? I collected every drop and stored it for tonight. This way, you can keep yourself hydrated."
Michael’s eyes filled with shame and resignation. The thought of sucking on a gag filled with his cum, coupled with the constant expansion, was an exquisite form of degradation. Sofia’s creativity in his torment was boundless, ensuring that each moment was a new level of humiliation.
Michael was entirely at her mercy, transformed into her helpless plaything for the night.
She attached a leash to the collar around Michael's neck, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of authority and mischief. With a firm tug, she led him downstairs and toward the front door.
Michael’s heart raced as he realized she intended to take him outside, parading him in front of their neighbours and friends. The public humiliation was beyond anything he had imagined. He had expected their play to stay within the confines of their home, not to be displayed for all to see.
As they approached the door, Michael hesitated, trying to resist her relentless tugging. Sofia stopped, her expression shifting to one of stern anger. Without a word, she slapped him across the face, the sting of her hand still burning as she withdrew a whip from her side. With deliberate, practised swings, she began to whip his ass, each strike landing with a sharp crack. “Bold prisoner,” she taunted, “you will do as your police officer instructs.”
Michael’s body tensed and writhed with each lash, his muffled cries of pain and humiliation barely contained by the gag. Sofia's eyes sparkled with dark delight as she reached into a small box strapped to her waist. She extracted a device and attached it to Michael's balls, her movements slow and deliberate. With a click of a button on a remote, a jolt of electricity surged through Michael’s balls, sending waves of searing sensation through his entire body.
Michael’s scream was muffled by the gag as he convulsed from the electric shock. Sofia watched with a satisfied smirk, her voice dripping with authority. “Prisoners will be punished if they don’t obey. Now, march, and remember—every step you take is a reminder of your place.”
Sofia led Michael out the door, her grip on the leash firm and unyielding. As soon as they stepped outside, the crisp air was a shocking contrast to the heat of his embarrassment. Michael’s heart pounded in his chest, each step towards the open street feeling like a descent into deeper humiliation.
They made their way down the sidewalk, the neighbourhood sprawling out before them. Michael's face burned with shame as he realized they were going to be seen. His steps were heavy and awkward, the metal shackles clinking with every movement, making his predicament painfully obvious.
As they approached the first house, Michael's worst fears were realized. A group of family friends was gathered outside, enjoying a casual evening. Their laughter and chatter abruptly stopped as they saw him. The shock on their faces quickly turned to curiosity and then amusement. Sofia’s wicked grin widened as she took full advantage of the situation.
“Hello, everyone!” Sofia greeted cheerfully, her voice ringing with false warmth. “You’ll never believe what my slave wanted to do for Halloween. Isn’t it just the most fun?”
The group stared, their eyes widening as they took in Michael’s complete degradation. He was dressed in nothing but the orange prison jumpsuit, his body restrained with shackles and the large red gag strapped around his mouth. His face was flushed with embarrassment, and the sight of him in such a state drew gasps and chuckles from the onlookers.
Sofia continued, her tone light but laced with mockery. “He thought it would be a great idea to be paraded around the neighbourhood like this. Isn’t he so creative?”
Michael could hardly bear the embarrassment as several people pulled out their phones, snapping pictures and videos of his humiliating predicament. He shifted uncomfortably, his cock straining against the chastity cage and his balls throbbing with every move.
As they walked between houses, Sofia didn’t miss a beat in her cruel game. She wielded the whip with practised ease, each crack against his exposed skin sending sharp, stinging sensations through his body. The sound of the whip slicing through the air was followed by Michael’s muffled cries of pain.
Suddenly, she paused, reached into her bag, and pulled out the remote control. With a devilish smirk, she pressed the button, sending another surge of electricity through Michael’s balls. The shock caused him to jerk violently, his muffled scream amplified by the gag.
“Do you see how much fun we’re having?” Sofia called out to the crowd, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. “He’s enjoying every moment!”
She continued to lead him down the street, her actions a constant reminder of his place. With every house they passed, she would alternate between whipping him and sending shocks through his balls, the combined torment leaving Michael in a state of complete and utter degradation.
When they were alone, Sofia would turn on the vibrator inside the butt plug, sending waves of intense pleasure through Michael, making him writhe with heightened desire. Just as he was on the edge of release, she’d suddenly cut off the vibrations and deliver a sharp electric shock to his balls. The sharp, shocking sensation would jolt him back from the brink, intensifying his frustration and need.
His cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal as he thought about how Sofia was parading him around in front of everyone he knew. It wasn’t just the public exposure that tormented him—it was the cruel way she kept secretly tormenting his balls and ass, leaving him in a constant state of longing and discomfort, trapped between the pleasure she teased him with and the pain she inflicted.
"Imagine what everyone would think," Sofia teased, her voice dripping with seductive malice, "if they knew you were here, locked in chastity, sucking on a gag filled with your cum, while your ass is plugged."
Her words hung in the air, a potent blend of humiliation and eroticism. Michael’s eyes pleaded silently, his body quivering under the weight of his shame.
"Maybe it's time we finally expose you for what you are," she continued, her gaze fixated on his desperate, trembling form.
As she spoke, Michael could only groan, his eyes betraying his intense desire for her to ease the relentless degradation. The thought of his private torment being revealed only deepened his humiliation, leaving him both tormented and exhilarated by Sofia’s cruel, tantalizing control.
The final house was even worse, as more friends and neighbours had gathered, eager to witness the spectacle. Sofia’s cruel game had turned into a neighbourhood event, with Michael’s humiliation becoming the highlight of the evening. She revelled in the attention, her every action designed to ensure Michael’s complete and utter embarrassment.
By the time they finally returned home, Michael was a mess of exhaustion and shame, his spirit utterly crushed by the public display. Sofia, on the other hand, was invigorated, her smirk never fading as she finally led him back inside, leaving him to wallow in his misery.
“You see, submissive,” she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “now everyone knows just how much of my bitch you are. If you ever want to experience the pleasure of an orgasm again, you’ll need to follow my every command.” Now that the gag was empty of cum, she removed it along with the face guard from his face.
Michael, utterly defeated and humiliated, could barely muster the strength to respond. His voice was a weak whisper, filled with resignation. “Yes, mistress,” he replied, his tone reflecting his crushed spirit.
His balls ached with constant, throbbing pressure, the chastity cage a relentless reminder of his complete submission. The weight of his humiliation felt like a heavy shroud around him, each movement serving as a reminder of how thoroughly he had been degraded.
"Can I please cum?" Michael begged, his voice breaking as Sofia snapped a few more photos of him. The desperation in his eyes was palpable.
"Why would I let you cum so soon, slave?" she purred, her tone laced with mockery.
"Please, Mistress, I can't even remember the last time," he stammered, his voice choked with frustration. "I blacked out... I need it."
She tilted her head thoughtfully, a smirk playing on her lips. "Hmmm, let me think about it," she teased as she fondled the key to the chastity cage between her tits, her gaze lingering on his desperate form. "You should be focusing on my needs, not your own. It seems we still have a long way to go with your training and conditioning."
Sofia looked at Michael with a mischievous smile. “By the way, your father and I will be going away on holiday for three weeks. I’ve decided that you’ll be staying in a special facility for your own private holiday while we’re away.”
Michael's eyes widened with a mix of fear and confusion. “What do you mean, a facility? What kind of facility?”
Sofia’s smirk grew as she noticed his growing anxiety. “Oh, just a place to help you adjust to life after I move in with your father full time. Consider it a special preparation.”
Michael swallowed hard, feeling the intense ache in his balls and the relentless strain of his cock confined within the chastity belt. The pressure was almost unbearable. It was clear that Sofia was just beginning to push her plans for him to new and more intense limits.
Comments
Female Led Relationships
Unfortunately, I didn’t write the story you linked to 🥰
Mike Ross
https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/s/Ovmq57fvzk
Goren
Amazing, cruel and evil! What a great woman and read! In my head, poor Michael didn't actually get to cum at all and is instead still on his streak of denial. It wouldn't be very hard for Sofia, to fill the Dildo gag with his father's cum, considering how much she is milking him for. ^^
Female Led Relationships
Hiya! Can you please send me a link to the story you are referring to?
Mike Ross
Please make a part 5 slutty sister locked me for life
Female Led Relationships
Yeah, I had to change that unfortunately, but the story is still the same ❤️
zastraea
Oh I see you've rebranded this from stepmother to Father's Girlfriend.
zastraea
She truely is.
Ferish Dude
She is truly evil. I can’t wait to read what’s next
