The phone buzzed on the table, and Zac's heart skipped a beat. It was Gemma, his wife, calling as he drove home from work. The Friday night commute was always a slog, but tonight, something in her voice set his nerves on edge. He answered with a cautious hello, expecting her usual cheerful banter."Hey Zac," she purred, her voice dripping with something he couldn't quite place. "I'll be home a bit later than you, maybe an hour or so. But listen carefully. Tonight, you will behave impeccably, understand? You will please your goddess." There it was—the hint of a devilish smile he could almost hear through the line.Zac swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Yes, Gemma. I understand.""Good boy," she cooed. "When you get home, go straight to the shower. Clean yourself thoroughly. Then check the dresser in our bedroom. I’ve left some items out for you. Put them on immediately and wait for me. Do not disobey."The call ended abruptly, leaving Zac’s mind racing. What had she planned? His body tingled with anticipation and fear as he pulled into their driveway. The house was dark except for the soft glow of the hallway light, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets.He hurried upstairs, peeling off his clothes as he went. The hot water sluiced over him, washing away the day’s grime but doing little to calm his nerves. By the time he stepped out, his skin was pink and flushed. He toweled off and padded barefoot to the dresser.On top lay a neatly folded black latex gimp suit, shiny and slick under the dim light. Beside it was a small leather harness with a gleaming cock cage attached. Zac's breath hitched. This wasn't a game; this was real.His hands trembled as he picked up the gimp suit. The material slid over his skin like a second layer, tight and unyielding. He struggled with the zipper at the back, finally managing to secure it with a deep breath. The sight of himself in the mirror made him shudder. He looked... submissive. Vulnerable.Next came the chastity device. Zac hesitated, fingers hovering over the cold metal before steeling himself and fitting it around his swollen cock. The lock clicked shut, sealing his fate until Gemma returned with the key. His erection throbbed painfully, trapped beneath the cage, begging for release.He rummaged through the drawer, finding a gag ball and a pair of wrist restraints. With a resigned sigh, he fastened the gag tightly in his mouth, muffling any cries or pleas. The cuffs followed, securing his wrists behind his back.Now fully dressed and bound, Zac stood in the center of the room, eyes darting nervously toward the door. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound, made him jump. Finally, the front door opened and closed softly. Zac's heart pounded in his chest as Gemma's footsteps approached the bedroom. The door swung open, and there she stood, wearing a form-fitting leather corset that accentuated her curves, thigh-high boots, and a triumphant smirk."My, my, look who has been a good boy," she said, circling him like a predator stalking prey. Her fingers trailed lightly down his spine, sending shivers through him. "You followed my instructions perfectly. I must say, you make a very obedient little gimp."Zac tried to respond, but the gag muffled his voice to a pathetic whimper. Gemma tutted mockingly. "Such a shame. No talking allowed. Only obedience. Now, let's get to business, shall we?"She reached into a bag at her side, pulling out a long, thick strap-on dildo, its phallic shape gleaming menacingly. Zac's eyes widened in terror as she approached, fastening the harness around her hips."Tonight, you’re going to feel everything," she whispered, her voice low and laced with menace. "Every inch of this will remind you who is in control."With practiced ease, she positioned herself behind him, guiding the tip of the dildo between his legs. Zac whimpered again, straining against his bonds as she began to push forward. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and raw submission.Gemma gripped his hips, thrusting harder and deeper, driving the fake cock relentlessly into him. Each movement sent shockwaves through his body, making his knees quiver. He could feel the pressure building, a desperate need that he knew would go unsatisfied."That's it," she growled. "Take it. Take it all, slave. You belong to me now, body and soul."Zac's vision swam as she continued to pound into him, each thrust a brutal reminder of his helplessness. His cock ached under the chastity cage, every pulse of blood trapped and denied.Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Gemma paused, her breath hot against his ear. "Did you think it would end there? Oh no, my pet. We’ve only just begun."She withdrew suddenly, leaving Zac gasping and shaking. Gemma moved around to face him, her expression cruel and calculating. "Kneel," she commanded, and Zac dropped without hesitation, humbled before her.Her hand reached down, gripping his hair tightly. "Look at me," she demanded, forcing his head up. "Are you ready for your punishment?"Zac could only nod, tears welling in his eyes. Gemma chuckled darkly, her free hand reaching into her bag once more. This time, she produced a tube connected to a funnel and a small pump."Beg me," she said coldly. "Beg me for what's coming next."Zac's muffled pleas were barely audible through the gag, but Gemma didn't care. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Good. Now drink up, my little piss pig."

Zac received a call from Gemma instructing him to dress in a latex gimp suit and chastity device, then wait for her. When she arrived, Gemma used a strap-on dildo on Zac and forced him to kneel before her. She then made him drink urine through a funnel connected to a tube.

The phone buzzed on the table, and Zac's heart skipped a beat. It was Gemma, his wife, calling as he drove home from work. The Friday night commute was always a slog, but tonight, something in her voice set his nerves on edge. He answered with a cautious hello, expecting her usual cheerful banter.

"Hey Zac," she purred, her voice dripping with something he couldn't quite place. "I'll be home a bit later than you, maybe an hour or so. But listen carefully. Tonight, you will behave impeccably, understand? You will please your goddess." There it was—the hint of a devilish smile he could almost hear through the line.

Zac swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Yes, Gemma. I understand."

"Good boy," she cooed. "When you get home, go straight to the shower. Clean yourself thoroughly. Then check the dresser in our bedroom. I’ve left some items out for you. Put them on immediately and wait for me. Do not disobey."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Zac’s mind racing. What had she planned? His body tingled with anticipation and fear as he pulled into their driveway. The house was dark except for the soft glow of the hallway light, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets.

He hurried upstairs, peeling off his clothes as he went. The hot water sluiced over him, washing away the day’s grime but doing little to calm his nerves. By the time he stepped out, his skin was pink and flushed. He toweled off and padded barefoot to the dresser.

On top lay a neatly folded black latex gimp suit, shiny and slick under the dim light. Beside it was a small leather harness with a gleaming cock cage attached. Zac's breath hitched. This wasn't a game; this was real.

His hands trembled as he picked up the gimp suit. The material slid over his skin like a second layer, tight and unyielding. He struggled with the zipper at the back, finally managing to secure it with a deep breath. The sight of himself in the mirror made him shudder. He looked... submissive. Vulnerable.

Next came the chastity device. Zac hesitated, fingers hovering over the cold metal before steeling himself and fitting it around his swollen cock. The lock clicked shut, sealing his fate until Gemma returned with the key. His erection throbbed painfully, trapped beneath the cage, begging for release.

He rummaged through the drawer, finding a gag ball and a pair of wrist restraints. With a resigned sigh, he fastened the gag tightly in his mouth, muffling any cries or pleas. The cuffs followed, securing his wrists behind his back.

Now fully dressed and bound, Zac stood in the center of the room, eyes darting nervously toward the door. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound, made him jump. 

Finally, the front door opened and closed softly. Zac's heart pounded in his chest as Gemma's footsteps approached the bedroom. The door swung open, and there she stood, wearing a form-fitting leather corset that accentuated her curves, thigh-high boots, and a triumphant smirk.

"My, my, look who has been a good boy," she said, circling him like a predator stalking prey. Her fingers trailed lightly down his spine, sending shivers through him. "You followed my instructions perfectly. I must say, you make a very obedient little gimp."

Zac tried to respond, but the gag muffled his voice to a pathetic whimper. Gemma tutted mockingly. "Such a shame. No talking allowed. Only obedience. Now, let's get to business, shall we?"

She reached into a bag at her side, pulling out a long, thick strap-on dildo, its phallic shape gleaming menacingly. Zac's eyes widened in terror as she approached, fastening the harness around her hips.

"Tonight, you’re going to feel everything," she whispered, her voice low and laced with menace. "Every inch of this will remind you who is in control."

With practiced ease, she positioned herself behind him, guiding the tip of the dildo between his legs. Zac whimpered again, straining against his bonds as she began to push forward. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and raw submission.

Gemma gripped his hips, thrusting harder and deeper, driving the fake cock relentlessly into him. Each movement sent shockwaves through his body, making his knees quiver. He could feel the pressure building, a desperate need that he knew would go unsatisfied.

"That's it," she growled. "Take it. Take it all, slave. You belong to me now, body and soul."

Zac's vision swam as she continued to pound into him, each thrust a brutal reminder of his helplessness. His cock ached under the chastity cage, every pulse of blood trapped and denied.

Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Gemma paused, her breath hot against his ear. "Did you think it would end there? Oh no, my pet. We’ve only just begun."

She withdrew suddenly, leaving Zac gasping and shaking. Gemma moved around to face him, her expression cruel and calculating. "Kneel," she commanded, and Zac dropped without hesitation, humbled before her.

Her hand reached down, gripping his hair tightly. "Look at me," she demanded, forcing his head up. "Are you ready for your punishment?"

Zac could only nod, tears welling in his eyes. Gemma chuckled darkly, her free hand reaching into her bag once more. This time, she produced a tube connected to a funnel and a small pump.

"Beg me," she said coldly. "Beg me for what's coming next."

Zac's muffled pleas were barely audible through the gag, but Gemma didn't care. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Good. Now drink up, my little piss pig."

It's Friday night & Gemma calls her husband Zac as he travels home from work. She tells him she will be home an hour or so after him, her tone shifts and he can hear the hint of a devilish smile as she tells him that tonight he will need to behave so that he pleases his goddess. She commands him to shower and then check the dresser for the items she has left out for him, he must put them on and then wait for her arrival.
Before the night is over, Gemma has put Zac into chastity,  dressed him in a black latex gimp suit, gagged and pegged him relentlessly. When zac asks to be allowed to cum Gemma flies into a rage and as a punishment he is restrained and she forces him to drink her urine through a tube and funnel while she torments his cock and balls. She makes him beg to have more of her piss pumped into his ass, and obliges. Zac worships her feet as the enema empties into his anus.

A Forbidden Femdom Fantasy

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