D for Danielle Chapter 25: The Dungeon

The dungeon was a round chamber with a conical ceiling. Daniel couldn’t make out the exact dimensions of the room, as the soft red and white lighting gave the burgundy and black walls a sense of being fluid and alive. It felt as if eyes were watching him, but from across an ethereal plane. 

Mistress Narcissa followed him into the chamber. The sound of her high heels clicking on the stone floor made his dick twitch inside its steel cage. He had been in chastity for a month now and his frustration to cum kept growing. He felt he might do anything for release. In fact, he knew he would do whatever she told him to do. 

“Stop,” she commanded.

Daniel immediately froze in place. Her voice had such power over him.

She was behind him. He feared what was going to happen next but he never wanted to be without her guidance. He  always wanted to be in her presence. 

Again, he wasn’t exactly aware where he was in the room due to its disorienting nature. Daring not to move his head, he shifted his eyes back and forth scanning what existed in the space. Everything was in black shadows, soft lights and shades of dark red. He caught glimpses of a sawhorse style padded bench, a x-shaped full-length restraining device, a cabinet with three large drawers and various dildos, butt plugs and bottles on top. Before he could make out more details, Mistress Narcissa’s voice commanded his attention.

“This is where I will finally break the boy.”

Daniel gulped. Narcissa pushed her body up against his back with her tits pressed firmly in the center. He had never felt them before and it caused his dick to leak precum. She reached down to squeeze his cage with her slender hands. Her beautifully French manicured nails dug into his smooth balls.

He dared not yelp out in pain.

“So you like my tits against you? Can you tell they are augmented? Surgically enhanced?” 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me: Have you ever jerked, or rather, fapped to porn with big tit bimbos?”

He didn’t know how exactly to answer. 

“Mistress?”

“Simply put: Did you wank your tiny dick to bimbo porn wishing you were one of those girls getting penetrated by real men while their massive boobs bounced up and down?”

Mistress Narcissa’s right index finger slid up to the pee hole of the chastity cage. She could feel Daniel’s wet precum leaking out. She rubbed some onto the tip of her index finger and brought it up to his lips.

“Taste yourself.”

There was a slight pause and a gulp before Daniel opened his mouth and sucked his precum off of her finger. He couldn’t hide his reaction from her. It was clear he wasn’t used to it yet. There was a slight hint of rejection.

“Hmmmm…”

She mused for a moment then walked around to face Daniel. He could barely bring himself to look upon her devastating beauty. He trembled and he knew she was aware of the power she had over him.

Daniel finally had the chance to take in the details of her visage. Mistress Narcissa wore a boned black leather corset that cinched her already tiny, yet firm waist in and pumped up her ample breasts. Black shiny leather panties covered her shaved pussy. Her pvc thigh-high boots with six-inch platform heels seemed to move snakelike as it blended in with the colors and hues of the dungeon. 

Her smokey eyes were highlighted by longer lashes than she usually wore. Red penciled lips with dark red lipstick and a coat of gloss. Daniel thought if he was a real man he would want to lean in and kiss her. 

Daniel was not a real man. He knew now he never would be. He would submit to his mistress and she would show him his true purpose. This was the point in which he would fully surrender to her designs for him.

“You hesitated slightly when I told you to taste your own juices. Why?”

“I apologize, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

“Your response doesn’t answer my questions. I shall tell you why since you can’t articulate it. It is simple: You haven’t been trained to enjoy cum yet.” She stepped forward to get inches from his face. “I will train you and your desire for it will become part of your being. Permanently.”

He felt a dribble of precum leak out of his ever shrinking dick. She sensed this and reached down to collect it off the front of the cage. Mistress Narcissa then brought it up to his lips. 

“Lick and suck.”

He did so this time without hesitation. It wasn’t pleasant, but he did it.

“Good girl.”

He immediately leaked more precum when he heard himself called this. Mistress Narcissa had said this to him a few times before but it never really registered until now. He wanted to be a good girl for her!

“Ah yes, sweetheart. That has an effect on you.”

She stepped back and took a long look at her sissy. After a few moments she locked her eyes with hers.

“You will no longer be considered a boy. You are my girl now. My obedient, darling sissy girl.”

She quivered. What was happening to her? It was as if something was being stripped away at this very moment -- in this moment forever etched -- that she could never get back. Was it ever hers really to begin with? Her manhood?

“You are Danielle.”

The name sunk in. A steady dribble of precum leaked from her little penis out from her cage and down her smooth thigh. 

“I need to fully break the boy in you, however,” Mistress Narcissa said. “So you never stray from the path. The first step of that begins here. I am now going to prepare you to be fucked by your first cock.”

Danielle suddenly stood at attention under the full thrall of her Mistress. She was ready to surrender her virginity under the supervision of her Goddess. Her owner. Her everything.

“Yes, Mistress,” Danielle said.