You do your prep

“Ashley will get you ready for the weekend. Be back here at 8, ok?” She said and got up and left.

Ashley entered the room unlocked you and and you sat up.

Ashley was short and athletic, blonde and beautiful, she couldn’t have been over 25.

“There are some things you need to know, and some things I’ll help you understand before we get to the ranch.” She said as she held up a thick locking collar. “First, you will be wearing the ranch **** clothing. This collar, and this underwear,” as she handed you the collar along with a thin leather brief.

“Did she talk to you about chastity?” She asked.

“Not really” you replied

Ashley walked over to the wall where mistress kept all her things and grabbed a box of chastity cages and a box of locks and placed it on the ground in front of you.

“The good news is you get to pick your cock prison, the bad news is that none of them are going to be comfortable,”. She said smugly.

You began to look through the box of a dozen or so cages, plastic metal, spiked, total encapsulation, you couldn’t choose.

As you stared into the box you didn’t notice her remove her clothing, she stood over you manacingly.

“When you’re not with her you’re going to be with me. Regardless of what she does to us when she is around you’re my little **** when you’re in there too. She sneered as she looked over you.

You nodded

Quickly she grabbed you by the throat and **** you to the ground, you struggled, but barely.

She **** your mouth open and several fingers inside.

“Lick my asshole to submit to me.” She said as she smothered you. Her knees pinned your arms down and she tightened her grip on your face.

You thrashed to no avail as she sat up but then right back down as you got half a breath in.

This continued over and over. Until she came all over your face.

As you laid there in shock and rock hard she rolled you over and quickly snapped your wrists together.

She reached into the box and pulled out a cage. “We’ll, since you didn’t pick one out this one it is.” She said, continuing, “but how do we want to shrink this cock to fit it in? Fire or ice, decisions decisions.”