[EROTICA] Getting Dressed Appropriately - Part 1

She breezed into the room, business-like, Her slippers making no sound on the cold marble room. She paused to regard the object suspended in the middle of the room like a jaguar considering whether its prey was worth descending from its perch. She rolled the coloured egg in Her hand as She stood, the other hand on Her hip. Bringing the egg up to Her full lips, She kissed it, planting Her mark on the eggshell. She stalked forward, unable to resist a devilish smile creeping across Her face at the scenes racing across Her imagination, all featuring the poor object before Her.

The blindfold may as well have been welded to my eyes. Not even a trickle of light could get through, and I had no sense of what day or time it was. When I walked through the door into the Mistress’s dungeon, I had been knocked unconscious. The next thing I knew, I couldn’t see or move, but after my initial struggle had realised the familiar feeling of hanging from the ceiling with my hands bound behind me and my legs above my head. My chastity cage had been removed.


It was that last fact that was the most terrifying. Mistress Caittrin never liked free cocks unless it was to fuck with them. Even so, she isn't interested in fucking male alphas. To have gone to this extent meant Mistress had something big and potentially life-changing planned. My cock betrayed me with a twitch at the thought.


I jumped in my restraints when a strong hand whipped my exposed bottom with a slap. I felt something being placed in the small bowl of my belly button and stay there. Mistress’s warm, soft hand snaked down my abdomen, fingers splitting over my cock before settling on holding my balls. I felt Mistress’s breath in my ear as she spoke, feeling like her voice was reverberating over my eardrums and her low, animated voice was entering my brain directly.


“Careful now, that is a very precious item. Do. Not. Drop. It.”


“Ye-hekkk!“


My balls stung from the sharp slap delivered to it, and I could feel them trembling and protesting as Mistress squeezed them.


“Good boy... You didn’t drop it even after that. But no talking. This is not a discussion, and it definitely is not a choice for you. I’m just here to tell you what is going to happen to you and why.”


Mistress had started to play with my cock and balls, lightly stroking and using Her nails over the tip of my sensitive cockhead. She quickly squeezed out a drop of pre-cum.


“This is the problem.”


I shivered at the dissatisfaction I could hear in her voice.


“After all my training... this is all you can produce??? You need to understand that I need pre-cum of the highest quality from charming lads for My skincare business and as My factory, you are simply not meeting the required quality and quantity. So today, I intend to fix that.”


The blindfold was removed, and I blinked at the sudden light. Mistress grabbed my head and forced it down to look at the item that She had placed in the valley formed by my belly button. It was a teal coloured egg, with a deep crimson kiss mark. Mistress released my head, and I looked up at Her. She had light blue coloured contact lenses on today, and with Her long straight black hair and bangs, had the look of a westernised Chinese doll. She wore a deep gray silk bodysuit that emphasised every inch of Her curves, but hung loose around Her chest, allowing tantalising glimpses of Her cleavage.


I didn’t notice Mistress had taken the egg until I felt something warm pushing against my asshole, and soft groan escaped me as my asshole opened up and swallowed the egg that Mistress had pushed into me. Mistress kept going until the egg rested squarely on my prostate, and if anything, was becoming warmer by the minute.


“Aren’t you excited? You’re going to be a MOMMY soon! To a nice, cute... tentacle... BEAST.”


Mistress smirked at the blank look on my face. Tentacles? Did that even exist?


“Clearly you have questions, but I’m not going to bother answering them unless you survive this treatment because I’ll be wasting my breath otherwise.”


Mistress gently wrapped Her hand around my throat. She leaned in close, Her eyes glaring into mine, Her hair brushing softly against the side of my face as She started to strengthen Her grip, steadily cutting off my air until I was choking.


“But I didn’t invest so much into you for you to wimp out, so DON'T you dare let ME down,”


Mistress snarled.


Abruptly, Mistress let go and gave me a sweet smile.


“It’s going to feel quite special when you’re fucked by something you gave birth to. But I digress. Let’s get you started.”


Mistress snapped Her fingers, and I started as I felt the egg begin to throb, setting off sparks of pleasure against my prostate. My cock began to twitch in time with each throb of the egg.


“Well then, I shall leave you two to it. Have fun! I know I will be.”


Mistress Caittrin petted me on the head and turned to walk out the door.


She returned to the monitor room. There were multiple screens all showing the slave from different angles. She brought out Her favourite rabbit vibrator and settled in for the show.

Mistress hadn’t put the blindfold back on, so I stared endlessly into space. The only source of light was the halo that I was hanging in, as the clear star of the room. The egg was getting hotter and hotter, and throbbing faster and faster until it was almost vibrating. After all the training that Mistress had put me through, the vibrations on my prostate left me shifting and moaning, drops of precum beading at the top of my cock.


I heard a low crack. My ass seared with pain as I felt sharp edges stab into my anal walls. I shrieked and then screamed more in fear and surprise as I felt something moving and squirming inside, pushing the sharp edges deeper. The “something” kept bunching up and expanding, as if there were several extremely thin dildos expanding outward inside me, bouncing on my prostate and fucking me, dragging on my increasingly sensitive walls upwards and downwards at the same time.


My ragged screaming was cut short by a sudden rush of heat and blood, transforming into rapid panting. It was like a tsunami of lust and horniness had erupted in me with nowhere to go, and thus kept building higher and higher until it became my entire world. I could barely breathe, let alone make a coherent noise. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, bouncing with every rapid beat of my heart. I felt my mind overheat, the searing pleasure like lava running up and down my spine as I started jerking and humping the air. My skin was so sensitive that the air brushing against my swinging cock was like a sash wrapping and tugging around my cock, spurring me on even further.


I squeaked again as I felt several pinches on my prostate. The thing inside my ass had gotten progressively more violent; it was fucking me harder and faster until I could feel it writhing in my deepest places, but also bashing in and out of my rectal ring. I could feel myself loosening and opening more readily, allowing for more and more of the thing to come out until it finally revealed itself.


Tentacles. That’s right, plural. The tentacles waved around in front of me as if appraising me. I just stared mutely at the dancing tentacles until a hard pulse from the knot against my prostate caused me to yelp, my lower half going numb from the pleasure. A huge dollop of precum was squeezed out of my cock, splashing against my stomach. And it kept coming, pulse after pulse, pre cum starting to coat me and collecting in my belly button. I had no idea how I was producing so much, but neither did I care; any thought I tried to think was quickly fucked out of me as the tentacle knot continued to have its way with me.



Mistress’s voice came in, breathily, over the built-in intercom. Clearly, She had been enjoying herself.


“I see that you have given birth! Congratulations! I’m sure you must be wondering what’s going on.”

Mistress snickered,


and I moaned as Mistress’s voice seemed to invigorate the tentacles. The tentacles pounced on the precum that was spread over me and started to wind themselves around my cock. I watched, fascinated, as the tentacles sheathed my cock, leaving only my leaking head untouched, like the world’s most absurd flower.


“See, this tentacle beast lives on sexual fluids. It has a voracious appetite too. The pain you felt at the start? That was the shell, which contains a special chemical compound that, among other things, massively increases your sensitivity and need to fuck and get fucked. Permanently. So not only does it make you into my horny, leaking, pre-cum fountain, it does the milking too.”


I could hear a faint buzzing in the background of the intercom.


“Over time, your body will be modified to the point where you’ll just be leaking all the time, and the hornier you are the more you will leak. You will wear the menstrual cups– It's reusable and eco-friendly, of course, because you’re going to need every bit of drop you can get – and bring a jar around with you so that you don’t drench your pants wherever you are. And I’ll always have the supply of pre-cum I need. That’s not even taking into account the other changes that would happen as a side effect. Isn’t this the best thing ever?”


Mistress’s delight and satisfaction was matched only by my confusion and fear.


“But you won’t have to… to…”


Mistress began to pant harder.


“… be worried about pants for a while…”


The buzzing grew stronger, Mistress’s voice becoming rougher.


“Because I…”


was punctuated by a high-pitched gasp from Mistress.


“…intend on using this tentacle beast to… its fullest… Potential!”


Mistress screamed as she came, and the tentacle beast went wild inside me.


By now it was a full-on piston, the tentacles latching around my cock as an anchor. The beast seemed to be able to modify its length so that no matter how it moved, no matter how much it pulled out and plunged back in me, some part of it was crushing my prostate. It was all I could do to keep breathing, and the tentacles were causing me to gasp and moan and beg with each thrust.