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Hi boys! Back for more from me, are you? Well lucky for you that I decided to continue telling our little tale. Same rules as before — no touching yourselves. And… no imagining me naked. I get to keep my clothes on in these stories. It’s you boys who are the naked ones. And along those lines… One new rule, though… I want you to read this story naked. That’s right. Take every single stitch off before you continue reading. I don’t just want my toy naked; I want you ALL naked. So, get your kit off before you start reading. Once you’re all naked then, by all means, by my guest and read on.
Naked?
Good. Now… Where was I? Oh yeah…
He was nothing more than my toy from that day forward.
But I really had to drive that home. Sure, we’ve done scenes before. Sure, I had him strip off all of his clothes… outside… at a remote cabin. Sure, I burned those clothes; making him throw the last item in himself rendering him naked until I decided otherwise. And, if you read any of the other stories, you KNOW I have still not decided otherwise. Sure, I had ridden him to a very loud orgasm right here out in the middle of those woods and left him hard, dripping, and denied. But he needed to know this wasn’t just a scene.
This wasn’t a one-off thing we were doing for funsies. He begged for this. Repeatedly. But this wasn’t his anymore; this is MY thing now. And he needs to know there is no way out for him. This is his life. This is his reality. I really needed to keep him in that space and drill that message. You are down and you are NOT getting back up.
Standing over him, drinking in the image of this poor, pathetic soul at my feet, I couldn’t help but put one booted foot up on his chest in triumph. It felt so natural having him underfoot like this. He was 100%, utterly defeated. The power was so intoxicating that despite just having cum, I felt the sparkling wetness flowing between my thighs again. It turned me on so damn much having this much power over him.
But apart from the power, I also felt incredibly sexy. Every ounce of me screamed delicious, desirable, devious woman! And with the skirt I was wearing, my thicc pale thighs were glowing in the firelight. Lucky little snot also got a nice view of my butt if I am not mistaken; that M-line skirt did not leave much to the imagination to anyone lucky enough to be laying at your feet… or under them as it were.
One booted foot still up on his chest, posing like Captain Morgan, I put my hair up in a pony tail. While I needed to get it away from my face because it was annoying me, it did reveal even more decolletage and cleavage. I got a bit lost in time standing there, toy underfoot, fire illuminating me, my own hands running up and down my robust curves. My chest pumping, my eyes aglow with lust and power… I must have been a fearsome sight from where he was laying.
Breaking the silence, “Toy,” I said seductively “It’s getting a bit chilly out here. Be a dear – run back into the house and fetch my hoodie”. I took my foot off of his chest, allowing him to move from his spot on the ground.
Reaching over to his sneakers (those were not destroyed… yet), I tossed them over to him. “You can put these on for now. It’s dark and I don’t need you hurting yourself on night one of our getaway.”
He sat up, still hard and dripping. I could only imagine what it felt like for him to have my juices still on him while the cool air blew every so slightly. I watched him reach for the shoes in an attempt to put them on but I quickly stepped on his hand as soon as he touched the first shoe.
Looking up at me confused, I looked down at him pityingly mouthing the words “thank you” while gesturing that I was expecting to hear those words from him. Not being a complete idiot, he caught on quick. Pain is a good teacher.
“oh, um… thank You” he stammered. But my boot did not come off of his hand. I continued to look down at this naked man with hand crushed under my boot. I mouthed the words again, gesturing with my hands for each word.
Gesturing, but not mouthing the third word I expected from him. It’s not just ‘thank you’. You boys probably know what it is I wanted to hear. You’re probably thinking it to yourself right now. In fact, you shouldn’t just think it. Say it. Say it out loud. Say it to me. Say it with my toy
“thank You, Goddess”
“There’s a boy. You’re learning! Now, stop playing and go get me that hoodie!”
And up he scampered. I watched his pretty little butt walk out of the fire light and back toward the house.
While he was gone, I wrapped up changing all of his passwords. There was not an account he had anywhere that wasn’t under my control now.
My nipples were poking through the fabric of the light halter top I was wearing. Considering I wasn’t wearing a bra with this, the pokies were quite prominent. Gods, I was so fucking tasty if I do say so myself. No wonder all the boys wanted me. Some of the girls, too. Thankfully for me, I gorukle escort happily swim in both oceans. There and all the places in between. Love is love.
Before too long, toy came back with my hoodie. Now, I will tell you that he did NOT like this hoodie on me. Why? Well, because it was big and oversized for me. Pulling it on over my head, I got a lot warmer. But I was also showing faaaaaar less skin. The hoodie covered me down past my butt. No more cleavage for toy… no more pokies… no more decolletage… no more thighs. But the best thing of all??? IT HAS POCKETS!!!!!!
I was cozy and comfy. And he was completely, bare-assed, forking naked.
“Much better” I said as I rubbed my arms through the sweater. “Nice and toasty now. It would suck to be someone who had to stand out here naked” I taunted. To be fair, it was actually quite warm out. I just wanted to be a bit of a bitch and rub it in just how naked he was.
Turns out being a bitch kinda turns me on. And now that I’ve cum once tonight, I can focus a little more on the job at hand.
I bade my toy to douse the fire so we can head back toward the house. As he was doing so, I picked up his wallet and his phone, putting them in the pocket of my hoodie.
“Oh! Thanks Lei… shit… Thanks Goddess. I, uh, don’t have pockets to keep those in while we are up here, I guess.”
I knew what he was talking about, but I looked at him quizzically.
“My phone and my wallet. Thanks for bringing those back up. I’ll need them when we get home. I was afraid I would forget them if I left them down here.” He said a bit nervously.
“OH…. YOUR wallet and phone? Excuse me? Sorry, no. These belong to ME now.” I corrected him rather matter-of-factly.
“But…” he started to stammer. I could see the fear on face… and arousal in his cock (which was growing harder again). “But, L… Goddess, you can’t be serious. I just don’t have…” I cut him off there.
“You don’t. You’re right. You DON’T have. You really need to listen better, toy. I told you to surrender ownership of those items in your pocket if you wished to continue. And you did so. WILLINGLY. You could have stopped there; but you consented every step along the way. Genuine offer. Genuine acceptance. These are mine now.” I leaned into the voice I would use when we would argue and I would get a little more heated.
I wasn’t really angry. I just wanted him to think I was. He previously confessed to me how scary I could be when I we argued. And, I can’t imagine having to argue with me while he was naked was ten times as scary. I just wanted to use his fear for me own ends. And, like I said, I had just cum; I could focus on the mind game side of this now. He, though… he was prisoner to whatever his cock told him. And I was the one controlling that. Which, I noticed, was back to full erection.
I had to chuckle a little bit at the situation. Here I was scolding a naked man with a raging hard-on in the middle of the woods while I was dressed in an oversized hoodie and confiscating his wallet and phone. While I had the power in the situation, it was too comical not to notice.
“Goddess. Please.” I noticed he got it right on the first attempt this time. Not even a single “L” of my name was uttered; he went right to Goddess. Good toy. “I need my phone” he begged.
In part to reward him for correctly calling me Goddess. And, in part because I knew it wouldn’t open for him and that would just put the nail in the coffin, I handed the phone over. Toy let out a sigh of relief. But that was short-lived.
“It’s, um, not opening, Goddess. Why isn’t my phone responding to me?!” he was starting to panic a bit. But I could see the reality was really starting to settle in for him.
I took the phone back from his now loosened hold on it. “That’s because it’s MY phone, silly” I reminded him. I quickly entered my code and opened it. “This only opens for me now… because it’s mine. Just like you. You’re mine. And the phone is mine” I said as I quickly re-locked it.
The glow from the phone lit up a tear running down his face. Awwwwww… poor baby getting all of his sexual fantasies fulfilled. Waaaaaah.
See, that’s the thing with you boys. You always want a thing… until you get a thing. And then you don’t want it any more. Well, I was flipping the script on that HARD. And I was going to drive that home. Like I said, I needed him to KNOW this was not just for funsies. This was for real.
“Listen, toy… you don’t have much of a position to negotiate from here. You wanted this. You begged for this. And now you have it. And you are just fucking STUCK that way until I say otherwise. Think about where you are right now. You are completely naked, in the middle of the woods, no clothes for you. No clothes ANYWHERE in reach for miles. Hundreds of miles.
You can’t call or email or text anyone. The only person who can help you right now is me. The ONLY person around you right now that bursa görükle escort has keys to the house, the car, or any-fucking-thing is ME. The ONLY shot you have of EVER putting clothes on again is ME.
And, yeah, you heard me right. EVER. I could leave your naked ass here for someone else to find. Or. OR. ORRRRRRR… you could be a good, obedient, little toy… doing everything I say, when I say it. And, maybe, MAYBE… you have hope for seeing the inside of a pair of pants again one day. That’s the one card you have left to play.” I really laid into him. He needed take stock of his situation. He really only had one choice.
And I think I watched him actually break and make the one choice he could. His breathing was a bit frantic at first. But I watched as he calmed himself. The tears stopped flowing from his eyes. But I could also see the silvery threads of precum having dripped from the tip of his still hard cock and onto his legs or the ground beneath. He was SO scared. Yet he was also so SO aroused.
His breathing slowed. He calmed. He wasn’t shaking any more.
He whimpered once. A noise I would come to love hearing from him. It was almost his way of absolutely assenting to everything we were doing. He whimpered and, keeping his head down, raised his eyes to me ever so slightly.
“yes, Goddess” he said weakly and defeated “thank You, Goddess”
I was overcome with joy hearing those words come from him in that moment. He was mine. He surrendered. He surrendered EVERYTHING. Putting my finger under his chin, I made him face me. I gave him one of the biggest, wettest kisses I have ever done before or since directly on his salty, quivering lips.
“Thank YOU, toy” I said looking deeply into his eyes. “Thank you!”
Letting that just hang there just a bit, I made sure to bring him back to his place with a sharp command to break the silence “now… you’re going to have to get used to not having shoes either… so, let’s go. Off with’m” I barked.
I wasn’t quite expecting it to happen so quickly, but I watched in silent surprise as he surrendered his sneakers without a word.
“Come on, naked boy! Let’s get you back to the house” I cheered giving his ass a hard swat with one of his sneakers. The “THWOK” from it hitting his butt was quite loud.
He winced a bit, but, smiling, he started running up the hill back toward the house.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I followed him… watching his cute, bouncy, naked tush the whole time.
I played EVERY SINGLE CARD of this perfectly so far.
Nearing the house, however, I realized I would have to start pushing things to the next level. Thankfully, I always thought several moves ahead and had planned for being able to accelerate things. These may have started as his fantasies, but this is all happening on my terms. I needed some time to think. And that’s when inspiration struck.
Nearing the back door, I laid my next trap. “Hey. So, um, there is a large cleaning fee with this rental. I would like to avoid having to pay that. Since you were laying on the ground, I don’t want you tracking mud and dirt through the whole house. The main bedroom has a sliding glass door leading out the back deck. Go around back to that door. I’ll go in, take my boots off, run upstairs, and open that for you” I suggested. Gullible and horny — a very dangerous combination for you poor lads — toy took the bait and trotted off to go around the house.
What I told toy was only half of the truth. There IS a sliding glass door in the main bedroom. And there IS a cleaning fee if it gets too messy. So I CAN avoid it. But my plan to avoid it wasn’t to just not get the place dirty; it was to make my toy clean it. That was the part he didn’t now. The domestic training starts immediately.
The other part he didn’t know yet was that in my bag of accessories were a few fun toys I brought along on the ride.
Needing to up the ante a little more, I realized she would need a little more temptation if I was going to pull this next bit off. I quickly doffed the M-Line skirt and pulled on a new black thong that was just as small as the last one. Maybe a little smaller. It really was warm enough to lose the hoodie, too; so off that came. I was now left with my boots, thong, sharkies, and my cowl neck halter. The halter, without a back or any straps, basically sat like a giant O that draped from the back of my neck and just hung over my breasts. I couldn’t wear a bra with this. I was basically in my underwear. My tiny, tiiiiiinnnny underwear. All dark black against my pale white skin. Mmmmmm…. Touching yourself? Well stop!
When I heard the knock at the sliding glass door, I opened the curtains revealing my outfit change to a shocked toy. His jaw agape, all he could let out was a very long slow “wwwwooooooowwwww…”. My thick pale curves, the manifestation of the Goddess standing before him in a naught but a few strings and a few bits of fabric… and boots. As close to being naked as can be… but still somehow NOT naked. These hips, though! Ungph! They can kill a boy. We’ve had plenty of sex before, but there was something very different about me tonight, though. Poor little toy couldn’t quite get his finger on it. Figuratively or literally.
And he was about to find out that he wasn’t going to get his fingers on much of anything that night. The door was still locked from the inside.
Looking out at that poor pathetic soul — trapped outside, naked, and completely at my mercy. Mercy which was in short supply at this point. Gods, I was so wet again I might need to change my panties already. I was definitely ready to pop off again at the slightest touch. Taking a second to steel myself, I silently raised a finger and wagged it so as to tell him to stop trying the door. He obeyed immediately. But his eyes – and that beautiful hard, dripping cock – were pleading to be let in.
Still inside, I moved my hands, gesturing to shoo toy away from the door. His mind must be racing. I giggled and let a mischievous smile rise to my face thinking to myself about what his inner monologue must be at this point. “what is she planning now?! Fuck I’m horny! And cold.” Well… obedience was the only way he would find out what I was planning. I watched as he took a few steps back. Not too far that he couldn’t still see in the in house. I bet he was ever grateful for his good eyesight right about now.
I pointed to the spot where he stood, indicating he should stay put. Then I turned around to get something out the box of accessories. With my pale, thicc, thonged ass now directly facing him, I sauntered over to the box of toys and bent over at the waist. I could almost hear the groan through the glass door. I think that I really broke him right then and there. Listen… I knew what I was doing here. I needed him completely malleable and wrapped around my fingers.
And you’re welcome, by the way, for the image of my thonged ass you are all conjuring up right now. And, yes, it IS that magnificent.
I’m sure he was in such a primal state at this point that he didn’t care what I was bringing him. It could have been anything and he would have been grateful just so long as I brought my ass closer. But I hid my last little surprise behind my back and walked toward the sliding glass door.
Thankfully I could hold my surprise for him in one hand. Unlocking the door, I stepped out into the night air. I got a little taste for what my toy might be feeling. I mean… he was COMPLETELY naked while I was still dressed (relatively so). But I was right in my assumption that it wasn’t too cool at all; actually a bit warm out.
The deck had a small roof over it and a few support posts. I approached one of those and beckoned him to join me with a little “come here” gesture with my finger. It did not take much cajoling at all to get him to all but run across the deck to me eager as a puppy. Listen… I will have to be honest here — I watched his dick bob up and down the whole time jogged toward me. I mean, how could I not?
I had him lean up against the post with his back to it. Pressing my body up against his, I pushed my tits into his chest. I lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his waist. And I got my face next to his. Like a full body hug. I don’t know how I was controlling myself and not just jumping on that that thing, but, like I said, something else was taking over.
My lips close to his ear, I started “Now… We had a long day and you must be alllllll worked UP” I let that “p” pop puncture the air. I saw his knees start to quiver as I continued “…and I can’t have you touching me… or yourself… all night long can I?” I asked, mustering my cutest, sexiest, and innocent-sounding voice.
“no Goddess… i suppose you cant” he said with a fearful gulp.
“Glad you agree, toy. So… you’re going to wear something for me tonight to ensure I can get a good night’s sleep. And… you want to do this for me… don’t you?” I asked running my pointer finger down over his lips, down, his neck and chest making my way toward that begging cock of his.
“anything, Goddess. Please! Anything” he begged. Gods, I was playing him like a fiddle.
“I need you to wear these tonight” I said as I produced a set of steel handcuffs from behind my back. I held them with one finger, letting the other cuff dangle.
His eyes got even wider.
“Tell me you want me cuff you. Tell me you want me to cuff your hands so I can get a good night of sleep.”
I could almost hear the turmoil in his head (and his cock). But his desire to please me won out over his desire to just bust a nut. I had to stop myself from doing little victory dance when I heard him say “please cuff me, Goddess. Please handcuff me so that you can have a peaceful and restful night”
“Awwwwweeee… I knew you loved me” I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. And as he was distracted, I quickly cuffed one wrist, brought it back behind the post, and locked the other cuff around his other wrist.
There he was — naked and with his hands secured behind his back and around the support post. Unable to go anywhere. Unable to cover himself at all.
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