Enter the gilded cage.

You gulp and look around. The gemstone on your chest is getting warm as a decision is forming. There's no denying this means selling off your body, but what about it. It's a great body, and more than worth it. And the price you get for it is - amazing. This luxurious life. And the man who pays fort all that... You look at him again. He's good looking for a man his age. And you are settling into the fact that the woman you become is actually into men his age. Especially when they come with the twin character traits of power and money. And the sex yesterday was amazing, so it's not that you miss out on that front in exchange for the money. So what if you become his private pet in a gilded cage? It sounds like something you deserve.

“Alright sugar-daddy. If you add in a well filled credit card for my private needs…”

He nods smiling.

“Obviously, pet.”

You blush at the name.

“And the car.”

”Sure!”

You nod.

“You got yourself a new pet, sugar-daddy.”

He smiles broadly.

“Splendid.”

You walk up to him and kiss him, putting enough love into it to make it worth while. You don’t have to fake, gratitude as well as the undeniable warm feeling of financial stability mixes with your very real sexual desire for the older man and his power. You're going to enjoy this arrangement and are willing to make sure that he does too. That little voice in your head insisting it's going to end on Sunday if - when - you become a man again is washed away by the warm feeling his kiss causes in your nethers.

He picks you up – he’s surprisingly strong for a man his age – and carries you over to your lounge area - an array of large couches and mats on the floor in front of the huge TV and entertainment set.

You smile up at him as he drops you on top the couch and slip out of your clothes. He smiles lecherously down and drops his pants. You want to turn to all fours, but he stops you, pulls you around and on your back. For a moment you wonder if he's not as fixated on anal as you thought, but he is. He may want to look you in the eyes this time to seal the deal, but his hard cock still makes its way to your back entrance. Of course an anal aficionado doesn't limit his trysts to one position. You reach down and push a pillow under your ass to lift it and make it easier for him to enter you anally in missionary position. For a second you muse that being the exclusive sex pet of an ass man will mean you have to take a lot of self care of your pussy in the future but your cunt does not object – as you feel the glans of his cock press against your tight sphincter, she gets tingly and wet, seemingly very pleased. You lean back and relax. You remember how much you enjoyed your anal defloration yesterday, orgasm or not. Even it this affair is anal only it’ll be more than satisfying.

His cock enters your tight hole and you moan excitedly. Again the fullness is exquisite. You put your arm around his shoulder and kiss him grateful, hungrily. You're glad he’s a multi-position ass man and doesn't limit himself do doggy. You enjoy that very much, too, but this is nice. SO very nice.

He grabs your legs and bends them back, lifting your butt up even more allowing him a deeper and complete entry into your bowels. You close your eyes and gasp. This feels even better than yesterday. And you begin to feel – better than during any vaginal sex you've had so far. You're on the very clear path to becoming an anal slut. You wonder if that was inside of you all the time or if your body is so adaptable to the needs of the men you’re with as a woman that it adapt so quickly.

You welcome his hard cock inside your intestines while continuing to kiss him. His sweat drips onto your face and you lick it off you lips, his hands slap your ass cheeks as he enters you to the fullest, leaves you again, in an out and in and lout of your tight asshole. You can only moan into his kissing mouth, the warm pleasure running through your body overwhelms you and captures yo. Again, you’re not cumming - you believe eventually you will one day – but your really don't care. This is SO much better than any orgasms everyone you ever had as a man or woman. Your female body is made to be an anal whore. Or has agreed to be now. Your body is made to be caged in a golden cage as a pet for a rich man. Or has agreed to now. This is you. Fully. Being fucked in the ass by your sugar-daddy. This is life.

You moan as you hear him grunt and feel his hot load shoot deep into your bowels. He pants, his face red and sweaty and smiles down at you. You pat his cheek, ruffle his hair and kiss him gently.

“I love you, sugar-daddy.”

You're surprised at this. You never admitted love to anyone, not as man or woman. And you know its’ not the overwhelming, true romantic love of the Hollywood move, but more deep feeling of gratitude, connection, almost daughterly affection for the man whose cock is now shrinking in your asshole. You both know this kind of love is a part of the deal. He smiles at you as he slips out your ass and gets up.

“I love you too, my little pet.”

It’s like this. Comfortable, familiar. No commitment beyond the deal you've agreed on. You stretch yourself like a cat on the huge lounging sofa that is now yours. Enjoy his hungry looks on your naked body.

“I hate saying that, but you say should get dressed. Already hired a company to take care of your stuff – you won't need any of your furnitures, obviously, they’ll just discard those later, but you may want to get home and pack your personal belongings you want to keep. I’ll pick you up tomorrow with the keys to your new life, pet.”

You nod, get up and dress yourself slowly and sensually, you’re getting paid a lot now, you you better provide a show. He obviously approves, slaps your ass and leads you out of your new home.