L A D I E S N I G H T

Contrasts story ©2024 Julanni O art Contrast ©2024 PrincessHinami

Indeed, the contrasts are startling.

But for your head, you are completely encased in skin-tight latex, all black to contrast the light reflecting off its gleaming surface. And by contrast, she wears no latex. In fact, her pale skin is completely on display; she is wearing nothing more than the smile upon her face, a smile that's meant to lull you into relaxing, thinking you might be safe with her. In fact, she smiles because she knows she has you under her control, and you, by contrast, have no control whatsoever.

Your freedom is a thing of the past, your latex-clad arms and hands are held helplessly behind you in sturdy leather cuffs, a chain tethering them up to the special rubber collar, preventing you from wiggling them around to any different position. By contrast, her hands are free, and she is completely free to do with them whatever she wants. And at this very moment, her fingers are playfully testing the elasticity of your snug synthetic second skin as she teases your breast with her touch and tenderly pinches the nipple beneath the shiny surface, smiling a bit more as you react with a moan, proving a certain level of effectiveness in her practically effortless actions.

Your mouth is filled with the last pair of panties you were allowed to wear, humiliating you with their presence and their flavor, while strips of adhesive tape seal your lips, preventing you from ejecting the offending undergarment and helping to rob you of your words, crippling your ability to communicate. There is no begging for mercy now. But by contrast, her lips are free, her mouth casually telling you how pleased she is to have you under her complete control, how pretty you are when you are so helpless and vulnerable, and she smiles more broadly as she whispers to you as one lover to another about the diabolical torments she has planned for you, and how, this time, you will find escape impossible.

Yes, I see all these contrasts, and I also know you have been unaware of my presence behind you. I have been enjoying how focused you are upon your blonde mistress as you are so highly concerned with your very near future. You notice the casually cruel woman glance over your shoulder, grin slightly wider, then look you in the eye again. That's when you get the idea the two of you might not be alone, and you turn your head, looking back to find me standing there, smiling and nodding at the bare skinned blonde. Not having formally met her, I don't know who she is, but I approve of how she handles you in this moment.

I smile at you, pointing out one last contrast. This is your castle, your property, the realm you own. And now, by contrast, it owns you, as you shall now be the imprisoned property of your own dungeon, your frustrated moans of sensual need now belonging to this blonde woman, as much as your screams of agony will be owned, entrapped behind the gag. I nod to her in approval, then turn to you again and smile that I will see you after her month of keeping you in her cruel care. Then it's my turn.

How many people will have their month of owning the now-powerless princess who so cruelly treated them in the past? How many months will bleed into the next, when you will be passed along to the next person seeking their retribution? As you think of all the people you have wronged, you worry this could take years. Perhaps, when you wore the crown, you should have planted seeds of kindness and empathy, and you would now be reaping a more pleasant harvest.

Isn't karma a bitch?

The first day in the stable always requires the most adjustment.

(With Damazonia.)

teasing ideas:

while your man is already locked up. get dressed up in something sexy. wear your strap-on and tell him that you want to see his ("your") locked cock. have him place it next to your strap-on. tell him that there is a new rule. the rule is that whoever has the larger penis does the fucking from now on!

so what if you're cheating by already having him locked in a tiny inescapable cage and comparing it to your large unlocked strap?

further his predicament by telling him that since your lady cock is so much bigger, that there will never be a reason to unlock him again.

add extra spice to the situation, take a picture of them side by side. you can use this picture later for more teasing. from now on you can text him that picture and he'll know he's fucked. he'll know he's about to get pounded by your lady cock and the cage will stay on. send it to him while you two are out to dinner or while he's out with the boys.

it gives me endless pleasure imagining him hanging out with his friends. being a man's man. shouting and drinking while watching the game. i wait until i know he is coming home soon. when he is at peak testosterone only to receive that text which reminds him of how i carry the key to his manhood around on my necklace and that when he is done being one of the boys that'll he will be coming home to get plowed like one of the girls! while pegging him i love to say things to tease him, "i bet all your friends are all home fucking their wives. i bet you're the only one of them locked up. i bet they have their wives bent over the bed like i have you right now." "maybe i should be the one that hangs out with the guys, since i'm the one with the cock"

he loves it when i do this kind of thing. i can tell because when he gets home the passion is off the charts. he is so eager to please me with his ("my") cock straining against its cage. it's also a dead give away especially when he cums from taking my strap which is becoming more and more frequent these days. place a remote controlled vibrator inside yourself during these session so you can get the most out of it too.

Gagging on her shoe while she texts her boyfriend.

An introvert walks into a bar (Part 1)

So as the title says, I never went out much. Tried dating a few times but my awkward ass never had much success. So one a day where I felt kinda shitty I decided a needed a drink.

So I went to the closest bar I knew in my old town. I was there pretty early and it wasn't too busy. I sighed a little and took a seat at the bar.

The female bartender quickly noticed my arrival and walked over before I even got comfortable.

"Hi there." She greeted as she approached me. I froze for a moment when I locked eyes with her. She looked super cute and had an amazing smile.

I felt myself get hot and probably didn't say anything for a little bit too long.

"What can I get you?" She asked, with that gorgeous smile. She seemed frowned a bit as she looked at me.

"uhm.. just a beer, please." I responded.

She nodded. "Allright, be right back." She said and walked away. I took a deep breath and slowly breathed out. I grabbed my phone to distract myself. I was awkward enough and didn't want to be seen as a creep.

As I glanced I saw her having a brief chat with someone else as they looked at me. I turned back and start browsing my usual nonsense for entertainment.

She placed the point in front of me. "There you go."

I glanced up at her. "Thank you." I said before I noticed she was now staring at me.

"Uhm..." I wanted to ask what she was doing but, like usual, I said nothing.

"Are you Nathan?" She asked me. How did she know my name?

"Yes?"

She suddenly smiled so brightly, setting my heart ablaze.

"It's me, Natalia!" She exclaimed, now I was the one frowning as I booted up the upstairs search engine. It took me a me few seconds, most of the old school memories weren't best one, but with a bit of effort it clicked.

"Dyer?" I added cautiously, she was probably the only girl I got along with in those days. She nodded and smiled brightly.

"Holy shit." I said, sitting back. "You look amazing." I blurted out before realizing it.

She smirked and took a good look at me. "I could say the same about you. You got alot bigger and stronger by the looks of it. You look great."

I smiled and blushed a little. Other than family I hadn't really gotten any compliments on my looks. I quickly took a large gulp from my beer.

"Nathan, I gotta get back to. My shift ends in an about an hour. I'd love to catch up with you."

She gave me a look even my dense brain could figure out. I was quite happy to meet her again regardless. As old memories started to resurface I started to recall us two dorks got along pretty well.

"Yeah. I'd love too." I replied.

"Awesome, first beer is on me." She replied, winking at me before she left me to get back to her other customers.

After her shift, she took me from my comfy seat and took me out to another bar. We talked for a good damn long time, I surprised myself with how easy conversation happened with her. After while the conversation seemed to slow. I started to feel like my awkward self.

She noticed and quickly took me away from the table and decided I was learning how to play pool. I got nervous as she started casually touching me all the time. I haven't any action recently so my body was getting a bit exited so to say.

Natalia didn't seem to notice and kept explaining how to position my hand and such. Every little touch did something for me, especially since she was so close me. She smelled so good, every little touch felt so nice. My heart was starting to beat a little bit faster.

After making my first shot, her words of praise was enough to sent another shiver down my spine. Then it froze when I felt her hand on my ass.

"C'mon, you can shoot again." She said, keeping her hand in place.

"Oh.. right." I replied nervously, her hand caressed me every so lightly, my cock was getting harder and harder inside my jeans. I did my best to focus but I obviously missed.

"Awww.. too bad." She teased me a little before taking the cue from me.

She took and smiled. "Allright, lets make this game more fun. If I win you go with to my place." She declared.

"Uh.. ah.. ok? And if I win?" I asked. She chuckled and started her play. Within minutes she'd cleared the table and was about to go for the eight-ball. She looked up at me with an almost possessive smirk and easily took the win.

She straightened up and had a big, hungry, smile on her face. It made my already hard dick, throb even harder. I blushed as from her face I think she noticed my body's excitement.

"That's the win for me. Are you going to honor the challenge?" She asked me. Part of me was to crawl back into the safety of my home. But I would have never forgiven myself if I let her slip through my hands.

"Yeah. I do." I replied, trying to sound confident.

She bit her lip, even my dense brain could see she wanted me.

"Good boy." She said a lower tone that, low-key, drove me wild. She put the cue back in its place and turned back to me.

"Let's go then." She said, holding out her hand. I smiled and took it and followed her to her home.

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