The first key didn’t fit the lock. The second would only slide in half way. The third slipped into the lock, but try as he might, Kyle could not make it turn. The keys were small, and Kyle couldn’t risk snapping one. His vision swam as he held up the fourth and final key, as though he was peering at it through a film of water.
The tiny teeth slid one by one into the dark crack of the lock. Kyle pushed until the key was buried up to its hilt. Drawing a deep breath, he turned. The key shifted, the barrel of the lock turning with it.
And stopped.
Kyle cried out in rage and fear. The lock had shifted perhaps a millimeter, no more. But this had to be the key! Sweating profusely know, Kyle tried again, and again, the key’s rounded edge carving grooves in his fingers as he tried to make it work. In desperation, he tried key three again, and found nothing had changed since his last attempt. He alternated like a lunatic between the two keys, hoping some magic of angle or timing would make the unworkable work, even giving another chance to the other two keys that clearly wouldn’t fit in his desperation.
Nothing.
And when he heard the front door’s lock click open behind him, Kyle choked on a raw sob of despair. Hurriedly, he dropped the keys back in the box and shoved it under the couch. He had failed. Ashley was back, and he was her prisoner still.
“Hey, Virg,” she cooed as she strode into the living room. “How’s it going?”
“Just doing some cleaning,” Kyle stammered as he looked up at her from his knees, waving the dustpan as proof while his face prickled red at the lie. She smiled down from above, her face shining in its corona of sun colored hair. Her hands on her rounded hips, she stood with one foot forward, her toes pointing towards him. Her black-painted eyelashes fluttered as she blinked.
“Well?” she said finally. “Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”
“Oh. Right,” Kyle muttered. Not bothering to stand, he shuffled towards her on his knees. Nothing above the waist, she had once told him. Her green eyes dropped pointedly to the floor, and Kyle nodded grimly as he took the hint. She was wearing boots, tall black leather boots that rose to her knees, with a thin metallic heel and a pointed toe. Kyle’s cock throbbed. She looked sexy as ever, her skintight jeans hugging her thighs before disappearing into the boots, and he placed both hands on the floor as he lowered his face to her front foot. The leather of her boot was cool beneath his lips, and Kyle trembled with shame as he kissed Ashley’s pointed toe.
“Good boy,” she murmured above him. “Such a good boy. Kiss my foot, virgin.” Her mockery pierced Kyle’s fluttering heart, but he tried not to show it as he lifted his face from her foot and sat back on his knees. Ashley was smiling triumphantly, her green eyes glowing, and Kyle felt sick to his stomach. He had been so close to release, and now here he was, literally kissing her boots in the hope she’d let him cum someday.
“Crawl to the bedroom,” she ordered briskly. “I have a little surprise for you.”
Kyle knew better than to ask questions. Ashley had said crawl, and so he crawled, the thick carpet leaving a pattern on the heels of his hands and the skin of his knees as he meekly followed her orders. He heard her boot heels on the floor as she walked quickly behind him, and he grunted as she sat down on his shoulders. Ashley chuckled as she adjusted himself on his back, packing up her feet and riding him like a pony towards her bedroom. Kyle grunted again as her thin heels dug into his thighs. Utterly humiliated, he crawled beneath her swaying wait to the side of the bed.
Ashley stood. She went to the drawer he knew so well, the one that held all her sex toys, and produced a pair of handcuffs. Obediently, Kyle placed his hands behind his back and allowed her to bind his wrists together. His heart sank when she produced the dildo gag again, but he didn’t resist, opening his mouth so she could slip the small phallus inside and fasten the thick strap around his head.
“Now,” she said, “get under the bed.” Kyle blinked above the gag. Ashley’s green eyes were steady and firm as she stared down at him. She wasn’t joking. She never was. Kyle shifted, sitting back on the floor before lying down and awkwardly wiggling his way under the bed. “Go on, get under there,” Ashley urged, poking at his exposed side with the pointed toe of her boot. The jutting dildo just cleared the bottom of Ashley’s bed as Kyle maneuvered himself into position, kicking aside the crumpled magazine he had noticed earlier. What was Ashley planning? It was hard for him to imagine exactly what she was getting out of this.
The leather of her boots creaked, and her pretty face appeared at the side of the bed, her blonde hair twisting down to the carpet as she crouched by the bed, smiling at her captive.
“Now stay under there, and don’t make a sound,” she said. “I have a friend coming over, and I want you to hear how a real man makes me cum.” The look of shock on his face made her burst out laughing. “Oh, Virg,” she smiled as her mirth subsided. “The look on your face. Toys are fun, but every once in a while, a girl needs the real thing. So I called up one of my boy toys. Now you just lie there and listen while we have some fun.” She straightened up. Kyle’s wide eyes watched from under the bed as her boots followed one another towards the bedroom door. He heard her voice as she pulled out her phone and made a call.
“Hey. Yeah. Come on up.” Kyle closed his eyes in the darkness beneath the bed. The cuffs bit into his wrists.
What followed was the greatest tease his cruel mistress had yet inflicted on him.
He heard the door of the apartment open, and close again. He heard a man’s voice, deep and indistinct. He heard the wet sound of him kissing Ashley at the door, and he heard her giggling. Wasting no time at all, he heard them walk towards him. Ashley’s boots appeared first, and then a man’s garish red trainers.
The mattress sank above him beneath the weight of the two of them, and he had to turn his head to the side as the sagging bed pushed against the dildo that projected from the gag. His cock, too, would have been touching the mattress if it could get hard. But if his cock could get hard, Kyle never would have been here. He’d heard her having sex before, of course. His own bedroom was just next door. But somehow, the fact that she knew he was listening, the fact she was forcing him to listen, made it so much more humiliating.
More kissing. Heavy breathing. The mystery guy whispering, and Ashley laughing. Kyle’s cock felt like a nail had been driven through it as it struggled once again to rise, like a boxer that doesn’t know when he’s beaten. The mattress moved.
“Oh yeah,” Ashley cooed. “Get that big fat cock out. You know how I like it.” Kyle listened to the whine of multiple zippers. Ashley’s boots tumbled to the floor, along with the man’s shoes. His T shirt followed, then two pairs of jeans.
“Yeah,” Ashley hummed. He was doing something to her, that much was clear. Wild visions raced through Kyle’s mind, Ashley’s beautiful body squirming and writing beneath another man’s fingers, his tongue, his cock, and desire burned hot as a dying star in Kyle’s heart as he imagined it was him she was cooing and giggling for, him who was preparing to fuck her with his own unrestrained cock.
The bed shifted again. Ashley’s bare legs appeared in the strip of light at the side of the bed as she kneeled on the floor. Then the back of a man’s hairy calves. Either side of her. It didn’t take a great leap of imagination to know what was about to happen, and Kyle stifled a groan of despair as he heard the wet sucking sounds and the man’s happy grunts.
Ashley was blowing this guy a few inches above him, lavishing his cock with the attention she denied to Kyle’s. She was putting on a show for him too, moaning around the rigid meat in her mouth as though she was about to cum just from giving head while the guy moaned and groaned. Fro the sounds she drew from him, Kyle suspected Ashley was an expert cocksucker, and he wondered if he’d ever know how it felt to have her plushy lips wrapped around him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ashley stopped. Kyle watched her rise to her feet, and the bed sank lower as she climbed above him.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Fuck yeah,” the guy said.
He sounded like an idiot. Kyle hated him immediately, for every scrap of pleasure he got that Kyle was denied. And Ashley seemed determined to lavish the pleasure her body could give on this lucky guy. The bed rocked rhythmically above him, and he heard Ashley’s now-familiar moans and squeals of delight as she received his hard cock. The bed thrashed and bounced, bucking like a horse as two young people engaged in vigorous sex mere inches above Kyle. He thrashed uselessly in his bonds while Ashley thrashed beautifully in the sheets up above.
“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck me just like that! Oh, your cock feels so fucking good!”
She was never this vocal. Kyle knew she was doing it for him, to tease and torment him and reinforce his subjugation. But that didn’t stop his cock from aching as it pressed itself desperately against the plastic cage. On and on it went, the bed shaking and trembling beneath them as they rutted like animals.
And Kyle heard it all. Every moan, every slap, every wet kiss and lick, every delighted gasp. He heard Ashley cum in a cacophony of uninhibited shrieks, but the bed would not stay still. Her lover never stopped, pumping away at her gorgeous body like a machine while she wailed and screamed, and soon she was cumming again, and Kyle lay muted and frustrated beneath them as the night wore on, torn apart by Ashley’s theatrical sounds of utter bliss.