Part 23
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Luka stood still, jeans pooled around his ankles, hands limp at his sides, the front of his red satin panties soaked through and darkly translucent with shame. His chin is lowered in the universal posture of the mortified, but the rest of his body is unflinching, as if to resist moving would somehow lessen the violence of being witnessed. Every pore seemed conscious, telegraphed a million signals of discomfort and submission.
He tried to shift focus, to recalibrate his mind. He fought to control his breathing, tried to summon a memory of strength or even just plain old masculinity, but every image was tainted by the reality of the device locked around his sex and the word “sissy” becoming synonymous with his name.
The humiliation was not static—it evolved, mutating from sharp, acute embarrassment to something duller and more existential. It was not just about being seen as a sissy. It was about being seen at all, about being exposed so completely that nothing remained hidden. Is what true intimacy will be going forward? Anna’s thighs trapping Luka's head while she pressed his tongue deeper into her eager sex.
Anna had never been so forceful before, Luka's profession of abstinence must have repressed Anna's libido, but with Luka's secrets coming to light he could sense that she was becoming more empowered and hornier. Luka could still taste Anna's juices on his tongue, feel her thighs clenching around his head as she came. As she pushed him away, he shuddered with a mix of arousal and humiliation. Anna had never been like this before, never so demanding, so... feral. But Luka could feel a change, a shift in the power dynamics between them. And it turned him on.
Anna was sitting up on the bed now, her naked body gleaming with sweat. She took a sip of her wine before unfastening Luka's pants. He was stymied, unsure of her motives. "Show me the cage.”
Anna seemed amused by the pink plastic device, her fingernail tracing the outline of Luka’s pathetic cock through the pink bars. The cage was slick with his own shame, the plastic easily containing the limpest erection Anna had ever seen. Anna’s touch was light, almost teasing, as she ran her fingers along the length of the cage as she lectured Luka on its importance.
Luka was at a complete loss for words. What type of man would want to be treated like this? His head swam with confusion, but his cock betrayed his feelings. It throbbed against the confines of the cage, straining with desire as Anna's fingers played with the device.
"You’re leaking," Anna said, her voice flat. "That’s disgusting. Did you even notice you were doing that, or are you just that desperate?" Anna asked. She wiped her finger on Luka’s thigh, then reached for her phone and began typing. "I’m going to ask Kat if that counts as an unapproved release,"
Luka felt a confusing cocktail of embarrassment and arousal. His cock, even in its caged state, was throbbing like never before. The humiliation was intense, but the turn-on was undeniable. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Anna snapped a few close-up photos of the wet patch on his panties.
Once Anna's phone rang, he had no idea what he was in for. Listening to his fiancé and therapist talk about him like he wasn’t there, discussing his body, his actions, his punishment—it was humiliating beyond belief. And yet, Luka didn't move a muscle, he was absolutely paralyzed by the magnetic dominance of the two women controlling his life. He felt desperate to begin circling the wetness soaking the fabric of his panties with his finger but knew doing so would be a fatal mistake.
“Bend over my lap." Anna's voice was a command, not a request. Luka hesitated for only a second before obeying, his body stiff as he folded himself awkwardly over her thighs. His face burned with humiliation, his breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. The position left him completely exposed, his caged cock pressing against the thin fabric of his panties, the plastic device digging into his flesh.
Anna placed her left hand on his lower back, holding him in place. Luka could feel the heat of her palm through the fabric of his panties, the weight of her touch a constant reminder of his submission. He felt the heat radiating from her groin as he lay across her lap, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The room was quiet, save for Kat's encouragement of Anna.
Anna had to have felt Luka's body trembling slightly, the tension in his muscles palpable. The first blow landed with a sharp smack against his panty covered ass, the sound echoing in the quiet bedroom. Luka gasped, his fingers curling into fists. The blow flooded Luka with confusion and contrition, his body tensing against the pain.
"One. Thank you, Anna.” Luka’s voice was taut, his ass smarting from the sting.
“No. Try again.” Anna's tone was sharp, cutting through the haze of humiliation that had settled over Luka. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do. Anna’s voice was like a whip, cracking through the silence. “Try again.”
A shiver traveled down Luka’s spine. In a flash of clarity Luka took a deep breath and tried again. "One. Thank you…, Mistress.”
Anna seemed satisfied as the remaining four strokes left subtle bruises, both mentally and physically. Luka’s ass burned, and he could feel the heat radiating from the punishment. He stammered out the final count. “Five. Thank you, Mistress.”
Silence lingered for a moment.
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