We keep her

DJ knew exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t going to happen because of the infernally tight pink cage wrapped around his dick, but he knew what he wanted. He could almost feel the cage tighten around him as he thought of slamming his dick into Becky’s drooling mouth while she gagged and fought him. He sighed as he let the image go, it would be impossible without PK releasing the lock. He already knew how that conversation would go.

‘Yup!’ PK confirmed his thoughts with a giggle. ‘Not that you can’t find something else for her mouth to do right?’

DJ smiled into the mirror and nodded. “Come here.” His voice was beginning to hold a crueler edge each time he addressed Becky. Her response was immediate as she stepped up within arm’s reach of him.

“Yes Mistress?” The worlds fell from her lips like she had been speaking them her whole life. It felt amazing to him to hear the once haughty and bitchy woman reduced to little more than his ****.

“I’ll take this dress and the heels. While you are packing them up, you will collect those white single sole heels, and an appropriate dress for me to wear out of here. Then I think we will need to go look for a dress for you.”

Becky’s eyes widened slightly in fear at the thought of her Mistress selecting an outfit for her. “But I have work still…”

A snarl curled DJ’s lip as his hand snaked out to wrap around her throat just tightly enough to show that he wasn’t playing with her. “Your work is to please me from now on. If I hear anything else out of your slutty little mouth I’ll leave you behind and never look back. Is that what you want my little bitch? To never have the chance to see what being mine is truly like?”

The fear of losing her job was swiftly replaced with the debilitating thought of losing her new Mistress. Shaking her head side to side, Becky found her voice. “No Mistress. I know just the dress Mistress.”

Smiling, DJ pulled Becky’s face into his and kissed her deeply, his hand still wrapped around her throat. Their bodies melded together as Becky tried to shove herself against the person who now occupied her every thought. DJ’s tongue slid deep in between her lips for a brief moment before pulling back out. DJ’s hand pushed her away hard enough for her to stumble and almost fall before she caught herself.

“See, following orders gets you rewards. Now, help me take this off.” The orange dress was swiftly packed up along with the silver stiletto heels. DJ sat comfortably with just his thong on as his new **** left to do his bidding. As he sat there, a feeling began to encroach on his awareness. There was this slight tingling sensation coming from his ass, almost like the thong string was teasing him somehow. Shifting the way he sat did nothing to alleviate the growing sensation.

A few short minutes later and it was all DJ could do to sit still as the feeling had progressed to an almost itching sensation just barely within his ass. The sound of Becky’s heels on the ground heralded her approach. Stepping through she carried the five inch white heels he had instructed her to bring back as well as a blue flared mini dress.

As Becky set the shoes down, DJ quickly stood up and slipped into them. His feet felt more comfortable being in the heels than they had bare and flat on the floor. “Come here. I want you to do something for me.” DJ’s voice held all the irritation the unstoppable sensation had been building up within him over the wait for her return.

Hanging the dress up on a hook, Becky stepped over as DJ turned and bent at the hips. The girl’s eyes went wide as she saw the stunning creature in front of her bend over and shove her ass towards her. With his palms flat against the wall, he kept his legs straight and his feet shoulder width apart. “Kneel.”

Becky paused for a moment before kneeling down behind the amazing ass in front of her. Reaching back, DJ hooked one long nailed finger into the string that disappeared between his plump cheeks and pulled it out to the side. Releasing it, he reached back and grabbed a fistfull of the woman’s hair before driving her face first into his asshole. “Lick me slut.”

Before she could even realize what she was doing Becky’s tongue had slipped out from her lips and was brushing up against her Mistresses puckered hole. She bathed it in long slow strokes, before shoving it inside. DJ’s moans began to fill the air as the feeling that had plagued him began to subside. Just the feeling of her warm wet tongue sliding in and out of his ass was driving him insane with pleasure. He could feel the dampness spreading across his panty covered cage as the woman behind him worshiped his ass with her mouth.

“Fuck yes, god damn! Fuck, you are a talented whore, I’ll give you that.” His hand pulled against her hair even tighter, almost trying to feel more of her tongue inside of him. The orgasm that came surprised him with its intensity. Juice dribbled from his cage-covered cock and soaked the panties he had taken from his sister’s drawer that morning.

Releasing his **** grip on her hair, DJ slumped against the wall as he barely kept on his high heel clad feet. Becky, no longer being shoved into her Mistress’s body, fell backward and began to loudly gulp air back into her system. As DJ’s mind began to settle, he realized that he had held her face buried between his cheeks for long enough that she had been suffering from a lack of oxygen.

Standing up right, he looked back down at the woman as she lay collapsed on the floor, still breathing heavily. Her lower face was covered in saliva from the ass bathing she had just given out, tears streamed from her eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks in rivulets.

As more and more of DJ’s senses returned, the soaking wet panties between his legs began to bother him more and more. Shrugging, he realized there was really no need for him to continue to wear them since he was sure they would only get in the way in the future. Hooking a finger in the side, he pulled the tiny cloth triangle down and daintily stepped out of it.

“Open up.” Taking the cum covered cloth in his hand, DJ balled it up and shoved it into Becky’s mouth as she lay there on the floor. “I want those back clean.”

With that handled, DJ turned to the blue dress and smiled. It was simple enough to unzip it, pull it on and then zip it back up. Turning to look at himself in the mirror, he played with his hair. “Good enough. Well, let’s go.” Turning on his heels he stalked from the dressing room without even glancing back to see if she followed.

‘So, you gonna go full latex slut or just regular bimbo slut with her?’