Dance!

Piper’s grin deepened as her fingers traced the chain connecting the nipple clamps to Percy’s chastity cage. The metal links jingled softly, a delicate sound that seemed impossibly loud in the stillness of the room. Percy stood motionless, his body tense, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and… something else. Something Piper recognized all too well—submission.

“You’re going to dance for me, Percy,” she purred, her voice low and commanding. She stepped back, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she gestured toward the center of the room. “Right here. Show me how pretty you can be.”

Percy’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He opened his mouth to protest, but the gag muffled any words, leaving him only a faint, **** sound. Piper tilted her head, her expression softening just enough to make him feel like he might have a chance. “Oh, don’t worry, pretty boy,” she murmured, stepping closer again. “I’ll make it easy for you. Just… follow my lead.”

She reached behind a nearby curtain and pulled out a small, ornate box. Inside was a remote—one Percy recognized immediately. His stomach twisted as Piper held it up, her thumb brushing against the single button. “You remember this, don’t you?” she teased, her tone light but laced with menace. “I think it’s time we put it to good use.”

Before Percy could react, she pressed the button, and a low, steady vibration hummed to life inside his chastity cage. He gasped, his knees buckling slightly, but Piper was there in an instant, her hands on his hips to steady him. “Careful, darling,” she chided softly. “We wouldn’t want you to fall, would we?”

Percy shook his head, his eyes pleading, but Piper only smiled. She stepped back again, her gaze sweeping over his body with an almost predatory hunger. “Now, dance,” she commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. “Let me see you move.”

The vibration intensified, and Percy’s body jerked involuntarily, his hips shifting in a way that could almost be called a dance. The chain between the nipple clamps swayed with the motion, the sharp tug sending sparks of pain and pleasure through him. Piper watched intently, her lips parting slightly as she took him in.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that, Percy. So beautiful.”

Percy’s face burned with humiliation, but he couldn’t deny the way his body responded to her words. The vibration, the pain, the way her eyes roamed over him—it was all too much, and yet not enough. He moved again, this time with more purpose, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate motion. The chain jingled louder, the sound echoing in the room, and Piper let out a soft, appreciative noise.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the chain, and Percy shuddered. “You’re doing so well. But I think we can do better, can’t we?”

She adjusted the vibration, her thumb pressing the button once, twice, three times in quick succession. Each press sent a new wave of sensation coursing through Percy, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep moving. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with a strange, intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

“Don’t stop,” Piper commanded, her voice sharp now, cutting through the haze in Percy’s mind. “Dance for me, Percy. Show me who you belong to.”

Percy’s movements became more frantic, his hips jerking, his body trembling with the effort to keep up. The chain swayed wildly, the clamps pulling at his sensitive skin, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. Piper’s eyes were on him, her approval a **** he couldn’t resist.

“Yes,” she hissed, her voice trembling with excitement. “Just like that. You’re mine, Percy. All mine.”

Percy’s legs gave out, and he sank to his knees, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of sensation. Piper was there in an instant, her fingers tangling in his hair as she knelt in front of him. “You did so well,” she murmured, her voice soft now, almost tender. “Such a good boy for me.”

She reached behind his head, her fingers deftly untying the gag. Percy gasped as she pulled the panties from his mouth, his throat dry, his body still on edge. Piper cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lips. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, her eyes searching his. “But we’re not done yet.”

Percy’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening with anticipation—or was it fear? Piper stood, her hand still in his hair, and guided him to his feet. “Come on, pretty boy,” she said, her voice light, almost playful. “Let’s see what else you can do.”

“Piper, wait,” Percy croaked, his voice hoarse. “I… I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” she interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “And you will.”

Percy’s breath caught, his body trembling as Piper’s fingers trailed down his chest, her touch light but deliberate. She unhooked the chain from the nipple clamps, the sudden release making him gasp, but she didn’t stop there. Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the lace panties she’d **** him into earlier.

“Let’s see how pretty you look without these,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief. Percy’s heart raced, his body tense as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties and began to pull them down.

“Piper, please,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

She paused, her eyes locking with his. “Please what?” she asked, her tone soft but laced with challenge. “Do you want me to stop?”

Percy hesitated, his mind racing. Did he? Could he?

Before he could answer, Piper leaned in, her lips brushing against his. “You don’t want me to stop,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

Percy’s eyes fluttered shut, his body betraying him as he nodded. Piper’s smile widened, and she pulled the panties down, letting them fall to the floor. Percy’s face burned, but Piper didn’t give him a chance to dwell on his humiliation. Her hands were on him again, her fingers tracing the outline of his chastity cage, and Percy’s breath hitched.

“So pretty,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. She stepped back, her eyes raking over his body, and Percy felt a strange mix of shame and pride under her gaze. “Now, let’s see what else you can do, pretty boy. Dance for me.”

Percy’s heart pounded, his body trembling as he began to move, the vibration in the cage intensifying with each step. Piper watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with authority. “You’re mine now, Percy. Remember that.”

Percy nodded, his body moving to the rhythm of her command, his submission—his need—driving him forward. Piper’s smile widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Ready for more, pretty boy?”