by Audra Black
Finding comfort in his confidence, he quickly cleansed himself of everything that had been the old Justin Graves, and prepared himself to spend the rest of his life as Mistress Sadie’s Human Pet. He watched her climb into bed and jiggled his chains, trying to get comfy. It was going to be a long night.
The End
Human Toy:
A Femdom Spanking BDSM, Chastity Cage, Cuckold, Voyeuristic Short
Audra Black
Jared Jameson knew something was wrong when he arrived home to find all of his stuff scattered all over the front lawn. His boxers and briefs were hanging from the trellis, his pants and shirts stuck in the bushes. He found his gold clubs, each one bent in half, strewn from one edge of the driveway to the other. He almost tripped on a golf ball on his way to check on his poor laptop, which had been smashed to smithereens.
Jared was bewildered. He knew things hadn’t been great lately, between him and Eva, but for her to do this? She must be extremely angry with him. He felt his cock stiffen as he imagined the red, angry, almost purple face she must have had while she’d been trashing all his stuff and tossing it everywhere for the whole neighborhood to see.
Looking over his shoulder, Jared spotted three ladies standing on the sidewalk across the street. They were pointing and whispering, probably talking about him. Wondering what kind of man would let his wife treat him that way? Shame filled his belly while his cock grew stiffer, still.
Not knowing what else to do, Jared got up and carefully made his way through the front lawn deathtrap to the front door. He tried turning the knob, but it was locked. Shit! Eva was mad at him. She had taken away his key, months ago, so now the only thing he could do was ring the doorbell and hope she’d be feeling merciful enough to answer.
Jared peered over his shoulder again, sure enough, those blond-haired, stroller mamas were still watching him. They’d seen him ring the bell and knew he had been locked out of his own house. The house that was in his name and that he had paid for with his own hard-earned money.
After what felt like an eternity, he heard the latch on the door turning and soon the door was open, just wide enough for him to see a very buff, naked black man that he didn’t know.
“Eva says you are to clean up your mess, and that you are to sleep in the doghouse tonight,” the nude muscular man said in a deep voice that meant business.
“Who are you?” Jared demanded. “I don’t take orders from strangers, only Eva.”
“I’m Clive, Eva’s bull, that’s all you need to know. She doesn’t want to see you right now, so I’d suggest being a good little cuckold and doing as she commands.”
Rage filled Jared through and through and he wanted nothing more than to wind up and punch the big ugly brute’s teeth out. But he was a big dude. His upper arms were larger than Jared’s head, and honestly, he’d never been a very brave man.
Oh, sure, he could take any pain that Eva threw his way. But that was different. He was attracted to her, and there was always a certain amount of pleasure in submitting to her cruel, sadistic torments. But this? She’d never done this to him before, and he wasn’t liking it one bit.
Bur what could he do about it? If this was what Eva wanted he would just have to accept it and patiently wait for her to explain herself to him. If she felt like it.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with all this shit?” He asked petulantly, pointing aimlessly out at the lawn. Those women were still watching, and there were more of them, a few men, now, as well.
Before long the whole neighborhood would know of his humiliation. To make matters worse, Clive had opened the door all the way, so that his big black dick could be seen and enjoyed by everyone. The worse part was that Eva had locked him out of the house, before, when he was naked, so these neighbors could literally compare the two of them.
Against his will, Jared could feel the bulge in his pants grow larger and harder. He didn’t understand why humiliation turned him on so much, but it always had, for as long as he could remember.
“I’m not your guidance counselor, boy,” Clive said. “Figure out how to deal with your own shit, by your own self. Now I’ve got a needy and demanding lady waiting for me. I’ve got to go.” And he slammed the door in Jared’s face.
Grumbling, Jared turned around and tried to figure out what to do with his stuff. He thought about the garage, but Eva had locked that, too. Finally, he decided his car was the only safe place and began loading up his arms with piles of torn out magazines, old tax returns, and sex toys, which hadn’t been used in ages.
Eva hadn’t let Jared touch her in months. She said he didn’t satisfy her anymore. He had long ago suspected her of cheating, but it was still a shock to see one of her bulls standing in his doorway. As Jared continued picking up all of his broken things, he found some of them with very distinct boot prints, which made him feel a little better.
If Eva was still taking the time to trample on his stuff, it meant some part of her must still care for him a little. She had never truly understood his boot and high heel fetish, yet she had always been willing to oblige him by stepping on anything of his that he left in her way.
Jared had to climb up on the trellis to retrieve his underwear, and when he did he saw and heard the two of them through Eva’s open bedroom window. Eva was lying on the bed in her natal goddess glory, a sheen of beautiful shining sweat glistening from her body as if Clive had just given her the fucking of her life.
And apparently they weren’t done yet because Clive was still there on the bed, crouching like a warrior between her legs. His enormous penis roughly penetrating Jared’s wife and Mistress while she screamed and cried out in ecstasy.
At one point, she noticed him balancing precariously there, at the top of the trellis. Her dark blue eyes turned to him, and her beautiful full lips twisted into a mocking smirk.
“This is how a real man fucks a woman, Jared. Clive, here, is a real man. But you, you aren’t a man at all. You’re nothing but a toy. A toy I keep around to amuse myself when I’m not in the mood for fucking. Isn’t that right, toy?”
All Jared could do was nod. His cock was now fully erect and starting to burn so bad his eyes had started watering. He needed to climb down and relieve himself, asap. Yet, he couldn’t move. His eyes were glued to Eva and to the scene playing out before him.
Besides, his Mistress would have a cow if she found out he had orgasmed without permission.
Clive continued fucking Eva, riding her even harder now that he had an audience. Eva forgot about Jared once the sensations overtook her. She arched her elegant backside and uttered sounds Jared had never heard from her before as her body quivered and quaked all over.
Deep, primal, blood-warming screams. Jared had never been able to please her like that. His dick was too small, his endurance too short, and his dominance too weak. Clive was totally dominating Eva with his monstrous size and almost inhuman strength.
He looked over at Jared and grinned, a wide smile showing off big, gleaming white teeth. “I could do this all night. There is no limit to the amount of pleasure and number of orgasms I could give to your wife. How does that make you feel?”
Jared couldn’t respond. His tongue was tied and he was having trouble breathing from the exertion of holding in his erection. It had never been this strong before. Eva had always made him hard, made him cum, but there was something about watching a bigger, better man give his Mistress what he could not that turned him on more than anything else had before.
“Toys don’t feel anything, they just watch,” Eva said, her voice returning to her as her orgasm shimmered down. “And they definitely don’t spill their seed while they watch.”
Eva looked at him with narrow eyes. She knew exactly what was happening to him, and like everything else about him, she wanted to control it. “get in here. Quit skulking about on the trellis like some creepy-assed peeping tom.”
Climbing over the window sill without cumming was a challenge, Jared had to move very
slowly, and hold his breath the entire way through. His erection was so high, he feared any movement could set it off, which would provide him with sweet, sweet relief, but it would displease Eva, and there was nothing else in this world more important to Jared than pleasing his Mistress.
“Whoa, boy. Look at that swollen cock? He’s gonna burst any second now.”
Clive chuckled. “Eva, I think my penile powers are so strong they even effect your toys.”
“Not for long they won’t,” Eva said. She turned to Jared. “Jared, go into my closet and open up the top drawer of my dresser. Inside that drawer you will find a cure for your disobedience. Bring it to me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Jared said meekly. Gingerly, moving across the room towards Eva’s walk-in closet. It burned so much, he had to breathe as shallowly as possible in order to make it all the way without cumming. When the sound of Clive fucking his wife resumed, he couldn’t prevent a tiny stream from leaking out. Luckily, Eva was too preoccupied to notice.
When he finally reached her closet and opened the top drawer of her dresser he found to his dismay and delight a chastity cage. It looked just large enough to fit him at his largest size. It wouldn’t fit Clive at all, which pleased him in some perverse way. No matter how awesome Clive was at fucking Eva, there were some things he could never understand nor participate in, and being submissive to Eva was one of those things.
Eva was just reaching the high of her climax when Jared returned from the closet with his chastity cage and most importantly, the key. He watched, enraptured, as Clive’s big hands massaged and pinched and squeezed Eva’s bit tits, in a beautiful, feral rhythm to his powerful penetrations.
Watching this show was almost too much for Jared, who was on the edge and so close to cumming he simply couldn’t help himself until Eva, shouted out loudly.
“No! You will not cum. Go downstairs and grab a bag of peas from the freezer. Hold it to your cock and come back up here. Leave the cage on the bed, and go, hurry!”
Jared, quickly, did as she bade him. His trip down the stairs was extremely painful, but he tried thinking about frozen peas and imagining them on his dick, which miraculously kept him in check until he was able to place a real bag on his swollen, burning cock.
By the time he had returned upstairs, his erection had already gone down enough that he could watch Clive pounding Eva in the ass until she was squirting and cumming like Old Faithful, and yet still be able to control himself.
“What a good little toy, you are,” Eva crooned after he handed her the cage and key to his captivity. “Such an excellent toy. Here, pull that bag away, let’s see how your cock looks now.”
Jared pulled it away and looked down at his sad, shriveled, flaccid member.
Eva didn’t waste a moment, grabbing that sucker and his balls and squeezing them into that little metal cage. Jesus, it was painful! He tried hard to hold in his discomfort, but God damn it, it was hard! He was not at all prepared for how painful it would be, and he wasn’t even trying to have an erection yet.
“Look at him. Isn’t my Jared a perfect little toy?” Eva demanded of Clive.
“Yeah, sure. Good little toy,” Clive shrugged. “It beats me what joy you get in keeping him around. It’s not like he’s good for anything.”
“Jared is good for many things, Clive. Just because he hasn’t got it in the manhood department doesn’t mean he’s useless. In fact, I have a use for him, right now.”
“Jared,” she ordered. “Go downstairs and bring me back a bottle of wine. Just one glass, Clive has satisfied me and he will be leaving now. Kindly show him to the door.”
Clive grinned and said easily, “if that’s what you want. Guess I’ll have to go find some other men’s wives to fuck until you need me again.”
Eagerly, Jared picked up Clive’s clothes and handed them to him. “I’ll meet you downstairs, as my Mistress commands.” Then he scurried downstairs moving easier now, even though it hurt like hell. It was a freeing pain, however, and one he relished.
He’d been wanting a chastity cage ever since Eva had first begun controlling his orgasms. He was eager to please her, always, yet each time it seemed she wanted him to hold it in for longer and longer periods. And he was always afraid of failing her and losing control of himself and his sperm.
This new cage, this new love bracelet he proudly wore around his cock, would allow him to please her forever, with no further fear of failure. It also felt to him like a sign of her continued commitment to him and to their marriage.
Seeing her with another man, seeing that man fucking the living daylights out of her, and feeling that deep sense of helplessness and shame. Of realizing that he simply couldn’t please her sexually, had been really hard on him. Sure, it also turned him on more than he’d been turned on in a long time, but it also made him wonder if Eva still loved him?
Would she be doing this to him, if she did? Had she tired of their unconventional arrangement? Did dominating him no longer make her happy? So this cage, soothed all his fears and made him feel even more secure in their relationship than he had felt in months.
Clive the bull pounded down the stairs and found Jared in the kitchen, reaching for a wine glass, which was located on a shelf, just beyond his reach. Without waiting to be asked, Clive easily reached into the cabinet and removed the wine glass, placing it onto the counter in front of Jared.
Jared had never felt shorter, in his life!
“Have a good time pleasing your mistress, toy man,” Clive mocked him. Then he pointed down to Jared’s penile prison. “That’s gotta hurt. Is Eva trying to break it so she doesn’t have to deal with you trying to stick that tiny thing in her again?”
Waves of humiliation rolled down Jared’s spine. He couldn’t expect a stud like Clive to understand, though Clive would most likely spread the story around to everyone he knew or fucked. He’d tell it and laugh uproariously as he mocked the non-man, toy man with the tiny neutered dick.
Jared felt lower than a worm as he imagined the whole world laughing at him. At the same time, his arousal was twanging him so hard he could barely breathe.
“My Mistress wants you to leave,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, I’m going.” Clive said. “But I’ll be back. A woman like your Mistress needs a man like me. My cock is an addiction. Like they say, once a white woman goes black, she never goes back.” Then he laughed and laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world.
Jared waited impatiently and uncomfortably for Clive to quit laughing and head for the door. When he opened it he noticed the ladies had gone home, which was a relief and a disappointment. He wanted someone to see that Clive was leaving, and that he, Jared, was staying there.
Jared slammed the door in Clive’s face then raced back to the kitchen for the bottle and glass. Eva would be displeased it had taken him so long to return. And he was right.
“What took you so long?” Eva said. “Need the stepladder again?”
“I didn’t need it this time, Mistress. Clive got it down for me.” Jared said this because it made him ashamed and insecure all over again, but that was his kink, after all. He lived to be humiliated and she lived to humiliate him. That was what made them the perfect couple.
“My, my. Clive certainly comes in handy at handling all your shortcomings. Perhaps I should invite him over more often. Would you like that, my toy?”
“I like whatever pleases my Mistress,” Jared mumbled, looking down at his grass stained tennis shoes. They’d gotten that way earlier while he’d been picking his stuff up from the lawn and placing it all into his car.
“What would please me right now is a hot bubble bath with copious amounts of wine. Go now, draw it for me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Jared said, his cock twanging him so badly he almost cried out. Imagining his Mistress in the tub, surrounded by all those bubbles was not healthy for him. Yet what else was he supposed to think about as he prepared her bath for her.
Eva�
��s bathroom had one of those old fashioned claw foot tubs, so it was deep, wide, and roomy. Jared made certain the water was nice and hot, just how she liked it, then he plugged the drain and carefully measured out two cap fulls of lavender scented bubble bath.
Waves of nausea hit him as he bent over the tub to swirl the liquid around. Eva liked a nice even distribution of bubbles. He thought of his Mistress’s wrath if he puked in her bath and the pain-pleasure that shot through him was strong enough to clear his head and make the awful feeling go away. Now it was just him and the pain again.
Jared got out the fluffiest white towel from the towel cupboard, and hung it on a hook beside the tub. He gathered together all of Eva’s favorite bath time accessories, her strawberry shampoo, her coconut soap, her poofy red scrubby and her long, scratchy loofah with the wooden handle. Eva had caned his knuckles with that sucker during their last bath time. It was surprisingly effective.
Once the tub was full and everything else was ready, Jared called for his Mistress. She entered to a dark room lit by tiny vanilla candles, which rimmed the railing around the tub.
“I like this, my toy,” Eva said, the pleasure apparent in her voice. “now help me into the tub.”
Jared quickly knelt down before the tub, positioning himself securely on all fours and locking his elbows so that he would not falter and his Mistress would not fall off as she stepped onto him. She placed one smelly foot on his back, and the other she placed on his neck. Her weight pressing down on him caused everything to ache very quickly, his cock especially taking the brunt as bolts of fire pinged off for every second of his arousal.
Jared loved it when his Mistress used him in this way. Whether she was sitting or standing or walking across him, it always gave him a thrill. His insides would shudder and he would feel he was once again fulfilling his life’s true purpose.
She stood on him only momentarily though before stepping off and down into the deep tub. “Oh, my toy, this feels so good. Oh, it’s so hot.” She cried out as she sank back into the tub until the water and bubbles reached her chin.