Caged Heat (Watersports)

LANA

He had caged me like an animal.

A sexpet.

A cumpuppy.

A creature that is only meant for fucking.

A creature that only thinks about sex.

Which was completely true.

I tried my best writing all of my ”assignments” through the bars of my cage, but it’s not that fucking easy with one hand constantly plunging your fingers in and out of your pussy.

It didn’t help me focus on the texts either.

The moment he made me enter this locked space, my loins began burning up.

I hated that I had turned into this weak, perverted creature.

It’s just... He was so powerful...

He could make me do literally anything...

What if anyone from my old school saw me now? I was an honor student for fuck’s sake. And now I was a naked, pathetic whore, fucking my own hand while waiting for my master to return. Reputation down the toilet.

No, don’t think about toilets... God...

I looked at the two bowls. There were only a couple cornflakes left. I guess I was hungrier than I thought.

He better come back home soon!

I was still reserving my water, only half of it was gone. Who knows how long I might actually end up staying here?

I needed to think about my survival!

It’s just... Even that small amount... It was making me want to piss already.

How long had he been gone? 4 hours? 5 hours? 6 hours?

It was impossible to think about time while being this drunk on lust. I mean I guess I could count it by how many times I plunged my fingers inside my cunt, they seemed to go in and out like a fucking metronome.

I used to fantasize about men in the novels I read... And I think masturbated like one time a week. Max. Now it was... just Him... constantly, every day, every hour... using me roughly, ordering me to do the most depraved things...

The only exception I allowed into my fantasies was that it was just me and Him. No other women. I was his only ****. The only one who could satisfy Him.

Oh God just the thought made me so hot I wanted to burst!

But I knew it wasn’t my pussy that was about to burst.

It was my bladder.

Constantly teasing me nether regions like this... It had a cumulative effect.

But I didn’t want to piss in that bowl! I mean how degrading was...

Fuck it. Fuck it fuck it.

What was the point of holding on to my pride at this point? What’s another step down the scale? Nothing could be more degrading than the last 24 hours of my life anyway.

I pulled up the near-empty cornflake bowl, and pushed the laptop aside.

I’d have to do this through the bars.

And be bloody careful with it. I had a feeling he might punish me if I got some on the floor. And his punishments usually meant that I wasn’t allowed to cum.

That would be... really fucking harsh.

So with very careful aiming, and lining my pussy just high enough against the bars... And readying myself for the correct amount of stream pressure...

I let the piss rain.

It was hard to see from this position whether I was hitting the bowl, but based on the sound... I think I was!

If I was allowed to cum, I think just being able to finally piss would’ve done it. The feeling of release was... heavenly.

Then it slowly turned into a trickle, and then finally to a drip.

I made sure none of the drips actually hit the floor and quickly wiped my pussy. With my hand.

...But where to wipe my hand?

Sigh.

I didn’t feel like licking it, so... I used my hair.

Eww.

Either way, it was time to survey my results.

Holy shitballs.

The bowl was half-way filled with my piss, and not a drop elsewhere!

Yay! I did it!

...Did I really just celebrate that?

Damn, I was getting sadder and sadder.

The only thing more sad would be if he’d return right-

KRSHAAW!

Holy fuck!

That was the front door!

He was back!

I got on all fours, like an excited puppy.

I couldn’t help it, the reaction felt so natural.

”Oh hi! What’s my little cumpuppy been up to?” he said, walking up to my cage.

I wonder how I looked? I mean I had been near constant climax for the last 4-6 hours... I had to be crimson red and sweating from every pore of my body.

”I... Did... stuff...”

Oh shit. I could barely speak. I was practically panting. And humping the floor, I think.

Not only that, my brains were going haywire. I couldn’t even give him a proper answer.

Please don’t punish me for that, master!

”What’s this?” he said, staring at my piss bowl.

The two remaining cornflakes were still floating in it.

He looked back to me with an evil grin.

”Are you really going to waste food like this, slut?”

What?

Wait, he couldn’t...

Possibly mean...

His eyes... They were so...

Insistent...

And forceful...

I looked at the two soggy flakes floating around in my piss.

Lana...

Please don’t do this.

There’s no coming back from this.

But his eyes...

Who the Hell said I was coming back from any of this anyway?

Why would I?

With Him, I felt... oddly content. About... everything.

He wanted me to do this, so...

I stuck my head between the bars, as far as I could.

I could smell the ammonia from my piss drifting to my nose. It was... disgusting.

Then I stuck out my tongue, and...

Ewwwwwwwwwwww.

So... humiliating...

Okay. I managed to catch one. With just a few laps. Now just...

Ewwwwww....

Got it.

Both... were finally... in my mouth.

”Good girl. Never waste food. I’m not made out of money, you know.”

I began chewing them up... With a sour expression on my face.

The piss-cornflakes...

But he smiled at me. And praised me. So...

I guess it tasted... good?

”Would cumpuppy like some dick now?”

I swallowed up the last bites, and nodded enthusiastically. Way too enthusiastically.

He removed the padlock from the door.

I was.... free?

He sat down on his bed, and picked up the laptop.

”Let me review your work. Entertain me in the meantime.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. I crawled as fast as I could over to his jeans, pulling down his zipper with my mouth. Just like that first night we fucked.

It was only... two weeks ago? ...It felt like a lifetime already.

I bit down on his underwear, revealing the Behemoth beneath his pants. My only source of fantasy and joy these days.

I swallowed it as fast as I could. Like it was a mirage that could disappear any second.

SLURP! GLUK! SLURP! GLUK!

I tried making as much noise as possible, while he read my writings... Maybe it would excite Him enough so He would fuck me? And then... Maybe... let me cum?

SLURP! GLUK! SLURP! GLUK!

That went on for five minutes. Which was fine, I was more than starting to love the taste of his dick. It had a... special flavor, somehow. I always felt I had given him some truly excellent blowjobs, but this was one of the best. The way switched between slow and forceful, tender and rough... But still... He was holding on.

Had he just cum or something? It didn’t even feel like close to exploding.

I wonder which slut he had fucked now? Gretchen? Anna-Marie? Some other bitch?

It just made me angry, so I increased my efforts.

”Really?” He finally spoke up. ”This was the best work you could do for the schoolgirl piece? It sucks. There’s no real eroticism here. It’s just boring witticisms. I think it’s making me so flaccid that even your mouth can’t fix it.”

I had to stop for a second.

My writing... bad? But... That’s not possible! I made sure that article was pristine, with so many conjunctions and metaphores and- Oh God it was too smart. I had made it too smart. Of course he wouldn’t like that! He hated smart! Fuck!

”I-I-I’m sorry, master... please, let me try-”

”Shut up. I think you might need some bondage lessons yourself. You need to.... really feel this stuff, you know. But not right now. I need to check your other task first.”

My other task?

Oh yeah, my...

The script for my call with Katie.

My sister.

I dreaded doing that.

He knew that. And I’m sure he enjoyed every second of it.

He read it surprisingly fast.

”Hey! Great work, cumpuppy! This works perfectly.”

He patted my head.

I leaned into his hand. I couldn’t help it.

He picked up his cellphone, and handed it to me.

”Make the call now. You’re ready.”

Oh God. Now?

JACK

I watched her fumble with the phone for a while, but she finally managed to punch in the right digits.

The beginning of the call was boring. As expected. She and her sister changed pleasentries, blaa blaa blaa...

But we were about to get to the good part. I could see Lana’s eyes beginning to well up.

She was going to put in all her acting skills.

”I’ve been...” she sniffed loudly. ”Sexually harrassed. By... Maria Diamanti.”