**Bound and Begging in Her Dungeon**

The heavy door clicked shut behind me, my cage pressing tight against my swollen clit as I shuffled forward on my knees. The cold concrete bit into my skin, but I barely noticed—my eyes were locked on Mistress’s boots, shiny black leather reflecting the dim red light of her dungeon.

“Look at you,” she purred, circling me like a predator. “My pretty little sissy, all desperate and leaking in your cage.” She tapped the tiny metal prison with the toe of her boot, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through me. I whimpered, my hole clenching around nothing, already aching for her touch.

“Please, Mistress,” I begged, my voice high and whiny. “I need—I need—”

“You need what?” She smirked, grabbing my chin to force my gaze up. “Use your words, slut.”

“I need to be filled,” I gasped. “Please, let me feel your toys. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Mistress chuckled darkly, trailing a gloved finger down my chest. “Oh, I know you will.” With a swift motion, she grabbed my hair and yanked me toward the padded bench at the center of the room. My cocklet twitched in its cage, pre-cum dripping down the bars as she bent me over, ass in the air.

The first slap came without warning—her palm cracking against my bare cheek, sending a burst of heat through me. I yelped, but my hole clenched tighter, already slick with lube from earlier.

“Such a greedy hole,” she murmured, running a finger over my exposed entrance. “I think we’ll start small.” I heard the click of a cap, then the cold drizzle of lube between my cheeks. A second later, the blunt pressure of a plug pressed against me.

“Count for me,” she ordered, pushing the toy in slowly.

“One,” I gasped as the tip stretched me. “Two—” My breath hitched as the widest part popped past my rim. “Th-three!”

Mistress laughed, giving the base of the plug a cruel twist, making me moan. “Good girl. But we’re just getting started.” She smacked my ass again, then grabbed the remote from the table. A sharp vibration buzzed through the plug, lighting up my insides.

“Oh fuck!” I squirmed, my caged dick straining uselessly. The vibrations pulsed, fucking me from the inside, and I could feel my hole fluttering around the toy, desperate for more.

Mistress leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. “You love this, don’t you? My little sissy slut, getting off on a toy because your clit is too pathetic to fuck anything.” She pressed a button, and the vibrations intensified. I sobbed, my thighs shaking as pleasure coiled tight in my gut.

“Please, please, let me cum,” I begged, writhing on the bench.

She tsked, grabbing my hips to hold me still. “Not yet.” With her free hand, she unclipped my cage, my swollen dick finally free—but her grip around it was punishing, stopping any relief. “First, you’re going to ride this.”

I turned to see her holding a thick, veined dildo, its glossy surface glinting under the lights. My mouth watered.

Mistress fastened it to the bench, then shoved me down onto it. The stretch burned, my hole still tight from the plug, but I whimpered and rocked my hips, taking every inch. The dildo hit deep, rubbing against my sweet spot with every bounce.

“That’s it,” Mistress growled, slapping my ass as I fucked myself. “Take it like the whore you are.”

I was a mess—dripping pre-cum, hole stuffed full, moans spilling from my lips with every thrust. The pleasure built, my body trembling on the edge.

Then she grabbed my cage and snapped it back on.

“No!” I cried, my orgasm ripped away.

Mistress smirked, twisting the plug inside me. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. Now keep riding.”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I obeyed, fucking myself like a good little sissy, my cock throbbing in its prison. Mistress watched, her fingers trailing between her legs, and I knew—tonight, I was hers to break. And I loved every second of it.