Naughty Sissy’s Exposed Desires 🔥
Under the relentless hum of the city outside his high-rise apartment window, Ethan fidgeted with the hem of his loose basketball shorts. His heart thrummed like a trapped bird, pulse echoing in his ears. It was Friday afternoon—perfect timing. Elena, his wife of twelve years, had jetted off to that weekend conference in Miami, leaving him blissfully alone. No prying eyes, no hurried undressing before she walked through the door. Just him, and his deepest, filthiest secret.
He’d ordered the package two days ago from that discreet online boutique, timing it perfectly for afternoon delivery. The pink chastity cage gleamed in his mind’s eye, promising that delicious click of submission. And the jeweled plug—oh god, the way it’d stretch him, nestling deep while he minced around in those sky-high stilettos. His cock twitched traitorously against his thigh, already leaking a bead of pre-cum into his plain boxer briefs.
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Chapter 1: The Thrill of the Wait
Ethan paced the sleek hardwood floors of their condo, the scent of Elena’s vanilla candle still lingering from last night. It mixed with his own nervous sweat, sharp and musky under his arms. He’d prepped everything: the sheer lavender thong pulled taut over his hips, garters snapping against pale thighs, a lacy front-closure bra waiting like a lover on the marble kitchen island. No full makeup yet—that was for later, when he could lose himself in smoky eyes and crimson lips as Tara, his naughty inner slut.
Flashback to last month hit him hard. He’d been on all fours in the bedroom mirror, ass high, pounding the suction-cup dildo against the carpet while whimpering Elena’s name twisted into dominance fantasies. God, the shame burned sweet, his balls tightening as ropes of cum splattered the glass. But she’d never know. She couldn’t. Their vanilla sex life—missionary under covers, lights dim—suited her corporate polish. Him? He craved the dirt, the degradation.
The buzzer shattered his reverie. Early. Shit. He glanced at the monitor: Riley, the building’s part-time courier chick, all curves and smirks in her tight uniform skirt. Twenty-five, maybe, with wild auburn curls escaping her cap. She’d handed him packages before, always with that knowing wink. Did she suspect? His face flushed hot.
“Coming!” he yelled, voice cracking slightly. He yanked on a hoodie and sweats over his half-dressed state, garter straps digging into his skin like promises. The elevator dinged, and there she was, box in hand, hips cocked.
“Ethan, right? This one’s heavy.” Riley’s voice dripped honey, green eyes sparkling mischief. She thrust the package forward, her nails—long, cherry red—brushing his knuckles.
He signed quick, pulse roaring. But she didn’t budge. “Mind if I use your bathroom? Long shift.”
Before he could protest, she was inside, box still clutched like a trophy.
A Glimpse of Pink
Riley sauntered toward the kitchen, heels clicking authoritative on tile. Ethan’s stomach knotted as her gaze snagged on the island—the bra, stockings, a glimpse of his discarded jeans revealing the thong’s lace edge peeking from sweats.
“Naughty boy,” she purred, not turning. “Expecting company?”
He froze, mouth dry as sandpaper. “Just… laundry.”
She laughed, low and throaty, setting the box down. Turned fully now, eyes devouring him. “Laundry that locks up cocks and plugs asses? Open it. Now.”
Her command sliced through him. Trembling fingers tore the tape. Inside: the pink cage, heart-shaped lock dangling. The plug, flared base glittering pink like a forbidden gem. Riley whistled soft, plucking the cage free.
“This for you? Tara, maybe?” How the fuck—? Her grin widened. “Saw your browser history once, when I fixed your WiFi last week. Naughty searches don’t lie.”
Heat flooded his cheeks, cock straining painfully against lace.
Chapter 2: Stripped and Caged 💋
Riley leaned against the counter, crossing arms under full breasts that strained her blouse. The apartment air thickened, heavy with her floral perfume—jasmine sharp, invading his nostrils. “Strip, Tara. Show me what a good little sissy you are.”
Ethan’s mind reeled. Elena’s face flashed—her soft smiles, oblivious trust. Guilt twisted like a knife, but his hands obeyed, hoodie whispering to the floor. Sweats pooled at ankles, revealing smooth legs sheathed in thigh-highs, garters framing his thong-bulged crotch.
“Fuck, look at those legs,” Riley breathed, stepping close. Her hand trailed his thigh, nails scraping nylon with electric sparks. He gasped, knees buckling. “Bend over. Pants off.”
He complied, ass presented like offering. She yanked the thong aside, cool air kissing his hole. “Been naughty hiding this ass from me. Lube?”
From the drawer he fetched it, silicone slick and cold. Riley coated fingers, then the plug. “Spread.”
The pressure built—burn, then bloom—as she twisted it home. Inch by merciless inch, until the jewel kissed his cheeks. He moaned, guttural, tasting salt on bitten lips.
“Now the cage.” She knelt, breath hot on his dripping cock. Freed from lace, it bobbed angry-red. She worked him slick first, fist pumping slow, thumb swirling the slit. “Edge for me, sissy. Beg.”
“Please… Riley… lock me up…” His voice broke, hips thrusting air.
Click. The cage snapped shut, his length shrinking to pathetic nub behind pink bars. She tugged test, laughing as he yelped, plug shifting waves of fire inside.
“Walk for me. Show off that naughty plugged walk.”
He minced, heels he’d slipped on clacking, ass clenching around fullness. Mirror reflected a whore—stockings laddered slightly from haste, cage swinging like a bull’s ring. Riley watched, hand dipping into her skirt, rubbing openly.
Confessions Over Ice
She poured them iced tea from the fridge, glasses sweating condensation that dripped like pre-cum. They sat at the bar, her stockinged calf rubbing his. “Tell me everything. Wife know?”
“Elena? No. She’s… straight-laced.”
Riley smirked, sipping slow. “Bet she’d love breaking you. But first, me. My boyfriend’s clueless too—thinks I’m vanilla. We’ll keep secrets.” Her foot hooked his ankle, pulling thigh to thigh. Nylon rasped nylon, friction building heat like foreplay.
“Makeup time,” she declared, dragging him to Elena’s vanity. Brushes, palettes scattered. Riley painted him fierce: liner winged sharp, lips plumped slut-red. Her breasts brushed his shoulder, nipples hard points through fabric. He inhaled her—sweat, perfume, arousal’s tang.
“Perfect naughty Tara,” she whispered, pinching his caged clit. “Now suck.”
Her fingers invaded his mouth, thrusting deep. He gagged sweet, tongue swirling as she finger-fucked his face.
Chapter 3: Deep Throat Domination
Riley shoved him to knees on the plush rug, carpet fibers prickling like tiny teeth. Skirt hiked, panties—black lace, soaked crotch—shoved in his face. “Smell my naughty pussy, Tara. Earn it.”
The musk hit like drug: salty-sweet girl-cum, heady fog filling lungs. He nuzzled desperate, nose grinding clit through damp weave. She gripped curls, grinding hard. “Lick clean.”
Panties yanked aside, her slit bloomed pink, lips swollen glistening. Tongue delved—tart juice flooding mouth, clit throbbing under laps. She bucked, thighs clamping ears, muffling moans to wet slaps of face on cunt.
“Finger that sissy hole,” she growled. Plug nudged as he obeyed, prostate milked till cage wept clear strands.
Sudden yank-up. “My turn to taste.” Pushed to couch, legs splayed. She devoured his caged cock—lips stretching rings, tongue probing lock. Teeth grazed tender skin; he screamed pleasure-pain, back arching off leather slick with sweat.
“Want my ass next? Naughty sissies rim deep.”
On all fours again, her cheeks spread wide. Hole winked puckered, earthy scent intoxicating. Tongue speared, circling rim before plunge. She farted soft—filthy gas on his tongue—pushing back to smother. “Swallow it all, pig.”
Her orgasm crashed: squirt sprayed his chin, tasting metallic-sharp. He lapped puddle from floor, ass high, plug winking.
The Cage Tease
Riley straddled him reverse, grinding wet folds on cage. Bars bit his shaft; denied throb agony-ecstasy. “Beg to cum. Can’t, huh? Good girl.”
Flash to Elena’s lingerie drawer—raided for this. Guilt spiked, drowned in lust. Riley fetched strap-on from his stash (he’d hidden it well?). Thick veined black, harness buckled tight.
“Bend, bitch.”
Plug popped free with obscene squelch, void aching. Silicone breached—burn stretched to gut-deep full. She railed merciless, hips slapping cheeks red-raw. Table shook, glasses rattling like bones.
“Who’s my naughty fucktoy?”
“Me! Tara! Fuck your sissy!” Spit flew, drool stringing chin to tits.
Chapter 4: Public Tease and New Toys 🔥
Hours blurred into fever. They showered together—her soaping his plugged ass, fingers scissoring wide. “Dress slutty. We’re going out.”
Terror-gleam in his painted eyes. “Out? Elena—”
“Shh. Trench coat over lingerie. Naughty adventure.” She locked pink collar ’round throat, leash clipped.
New scene: elevator descent, her hand fisting cage through pocket. Doors opened—empty lobby, but thrill knifed. Outside to alley behind building, dusk purple haze. Pinned to brick rough on back, she dropped to knees. Unzipped him—cage out, sucked vacuum-tight till stars burst, but no release. Key dangled tits between.
“Back inside. Park.”
Underground garage echoed heels. Bentley sleek—hers? Bent over hood, coat flapping, she pegged again, lube squelching loud in concrete cavern. Cars whooshed past barrier; any glance, busted.
“Cum leaking, sissy? That’s your orgasm now.” He sobbed yes, prostate pulsed ruined spurts into bars.
Neighbor’s Edge
Returned sweat-drenched, she raided fridge. Beer cans chilled metal on nipples. “Truth time. Fantasize Elena watching?”
He nodded, cheeks burning. “Her… dominating me. Cucking.”
Riley grinned wicked. “My boyfriend Marcus—hung bull. Imagine him breeding your ass while I film.” Phone out—quick vid of plugged hole gaping. “Send to you later. Jerk off material.”
Night deepened. She edged him endless: vibes taped to cage, nipple clamps twisting, forced orgasms dry-heaving prostate.
“One more toy.” From box: electro-wand. Zaps danced cage, cocklet jerking spasms. Pain-pleasure symphony, piss dribbling fear-loss control.
Chapter 5: Dawn of Submission 💋
Sun crept gold over skyline as Riley dressed, lipstick smudged glorious. Ethan—Tara—curled fetal on bed, body wrecked: ass bruised throbbing, cage chafed raw, makeup rivers of raccoon ruin.
She knelt gentle now, thumb tracing jaw. “You’re mine now, naughty Tara. Wednesdays? Every day I crave.”
Key turned cage free—cock sprang bloated purple, veins angry. “Cum. For me.”
Fist flew frantic, her cheers urging. Ropes erupted—thick white lashes across belly, chest heaving. Taste bitter on lip as he scooped, swallowed per order.
“Elena returns tomorrow. Act normal. But text when alone.” Leash tugged playful. “And wear the plug. Feel me always.”
Door clicked shut. Silence crashed. Ethan stumbled shower, hot water stinging welts. Mirror fogged, but reflection screamed truth: no hiding now. Craving burned deeper—Riley’s commands, Elena’s unknowing vanilla shattered. What if she found the collar? The vids?
Flash future: threesome twisted, Elena’s shock melting dominance fire. Cuckold nights Marcus pounding while they watched. But today? Plug seated fresh, cage relocked voluntary. Naughty Tara reborn.
He smiled wicked into steam. Game changed. Forever.
The city buzzed indifferent as desires festered sweet, boundaries blurred in afterglow haze.
