Roll of The Dice

As Jack lay upstairs, bound, blindfolded, and his own cum drying on his stomach, Vanessa transferred the pictures she had taken of his dick into the Nyx Solutions measuring screen. The measurements were accepted, and the deposit was paid. Delivery was expected within four days. Vanessa sat back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as her hand found its way to her pussy. She took her time, pleasuring herself with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

Once Vanessa had finished pleasuring herself, she prepared a special drink for Jack. It would be easier if he was less hesitant. She shook the bottle until it was clear, grabbed a straw, and readied herself for the next act. With a sense of purpose, she opened the door, causing Jack to jump and startle from a semi-sleep state. Now more alert, he realized his arms and shoulders were sore.

"Please, Vanessa," he pleaded, his voice full of desperation. "Let me get up, let's talk about this."

As she listened to him, Vanessa thought about the collar’s silent mode, a great idea for future use. That was for later. She sat on the bed beside him and kissed him softly on the forehead. "You thirsty? Want a drink?" she asked, her voice gentle and calming.

"Yes, please," he said, expecting her to let him go now. He was taken aback when she put a straw in his mouth, the cool liquid hitting his tongue and throat.

He stopped drinking midway through the bottle, his throat dry and his mind racing with a mixture of confusion and fear. Vanessa needed it all gone for full effect, so she grabbed his balls and squeezed, her grip firm and unyielding. "Jack, I went through the trouble of getting you a drink. The least you could do is drink it," she said, her voice nothing less than a command.

She twisted her hand to gain more persuasion, and Jack groaned in pain, his body tensing from the sudden, sharp sensation. But soon, he kept sucking on the straw, the cool liquid flowing into his mouth and down his throat, a desperate effort to end the discomfort.

Vanessa let go of his balls and slid her finger up and down his flaccid cock, fascinated as it grew to her touch. Her mind pictured it crushing against the sides of the cage she had just ordered, sending a thrill of anticipation through her veins.

Once the bottle was empty, she knew she had about five minutes before the drug fully took effect. The countdown had begun, bringing with it the promise of a new chapter in their story, one where Jack would be completely at her mercy.

She wanked him slowly, her hand moving with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Jack was talking to her between moans of pleasure, his words a jumble of pleading and begging, but Vanessa didn't care. She wasn't listening; she was simply killing time, enjoying the feel of his cock in her hand and the power she held over him.

Then, his body relaxed. The tension had left it, and Vanessa smiled, a satisfied curve of her lips as she let go of his cock. She lifted his head and removed the blindfold, his eyes blinking as they adjusted to the light. "Hello, Jack," she said, her voice soft and commanding.

"Hello," he replied with a big, goofy smile on his face, his eyes seeming far away, lost in the haze of the drug.

She softly kissed him on the nose. "Let's get you up, shall we?" Vanessa asked, her tone mixing affection with authority.

"Yes, please," he replied, his voice slurring slightly, revealing the drug's effect.

She assisted him in sitting, her movements efficient and gentle, before unlocking the manacle on his leg. With a steady hand, she helped him to stand, gripping his shoulders briefly as he wavered on his legs. Then, she unfastened the buckles on the sleeve and slid it down his trapped arms. Jack moaned involuntarily as sensations flooded into his shoulders and arms.

Once she was comfortable with him standing, Vanessa guided him, step by step, to her bathroom. Jack kept smiling at her, his eyes glazed and distant—a clear sign of the drug's effect. She placed him on a towel against the wall, his body leaning slightly, trusting her completely.

She took his hands and clasped them together, then gently secured them with a towel from her bathrobe. With a practiced motion, she raised his arms and hung them on a hook she had installed for this purpose. Vanessa smiled at him hanging there, his body vulnerable and exposed, and he returned her smile, his trust in her unquestioning.

"You are being a very good boy," she told him, her voice filled with a mix of approval and dominance as she grabbed his cock and stroked it once or twice, rewarding his compliance.

Then she left him there, filling a bowl with warm water and placing it on the closed toilet seat. She hummed softly as she soaked his balls in the water, steam rising and surrounding them in a cloud of warmth and anticipation. She sprayed foam all over them, the lather thick and white.

She looked up at him, and he remained smiling at her, even though she had a straight-edge razor in her hand. An image from a movie flashed in her mind—Anthony Hopkins slicing into Ray Liotta's brain, while Ray Liotta was smiling. The memory sent a chill of excitement down her spine.

"Now keep very still," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "We don't want any accidents." Then she proceeded to shave his balls and the surrounding area in preparation for the cage he was going to be fitted with. His chest, legs, and arms would follow. All designed to chip away at his masculinity.

She looked over his shaved body, admiring the smooth, exposed skin that lay before her. Picking up some body lotion, she massaged it deeply into his skin, her hands working the cream into his defined muscles. Even in the relaxed state the drugs had left his body, she could sense the strength in him—a result of hard work and exercise that gave him a naturally firm physique.

If things were different, if he hadn't lifted the lid and revealed this other world to her, they might have had a different relationship. But now, his strength was a challenge, and she felt confident she could handle it. Vanessa knelt before him, massaging cream into his shaved legs, her touch gentle yet firm. His eight-inch cock stood proud, seeming more prominent now that he was shaved, a testament to his virility and her control.

She took it in her hand and licked the end, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, prompting a soft sigh from him. Slowly, she took it into her mouth as far as she could, her lips sealing around the shaft as she began to suck. Her hands moved up to his firm balls, gently squeezing them together, signaling the promise of pleasure and pain to come.

Vanessa moved her head up and down, loving the feel of the thick veins against her lips, the way his cock pulsed and throbbed with each movement. She kept it slow and steady, flicking her tongue across the head as she reached the top, just before sucking back down, building the tension and anticipation.

His body started moving with her, his hips thrusting gently. She could feel it getting harder in her mouth, the pressure building, and she was close to letting him cum. But at the last moment, she changed her mind. She wanted those balls nice and tight when she locked his cock up.

She unhooked his arms but kept them tied together, a gentle reminder of her control. Leading him back to the small bedroom, she sat him on the bed and kissed him softly on the forehead. "Wait here for a second," she instructed, her voice gentle. He smiled back up at her, his trust in her unquestioning.

Vanessa left the room and went to her bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She approached her dressing table and pulled the USB charging cable out of the collar that had been delivered by Nyx Solutions, just as promised. Picking up her phone, she headed back to the small room, her steps quick and deliberate.

This was the moment; everything else had been like foreplay, and she was eager to finally reach the climax of her plans. She clicked on the app, her fingers tapping the screen with a mix of eagerness and nerves. "Initial setup, automatic or manual?" The prompt appeared, and she chose automatic, trusting the technology to guide her through the process.

Place the collar around the neck. Slide piece A into side B, and press go." She followed the instructions with precise and efficient movements. The collar beeped quietly, then tightened too much, held for a second, and loosened slightly. It tightened again, held for three seconds, beeped, and loosened a bit more.

The red "Go" button on the app changed to a screen prompting Vanessa to set a four-digit code. She entered 7134, her fingers steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her. "Repeat code 7134." The message appeared, and she complied, her mind racing with the possibilities ahead.

"Congratulations, your collar is now active." The message flashed on the screen, and Vanessa felt a surge of power and satisfaction. She would experiment with the controls over the next few days to customize it to her liking, but for now, she would follow Sally's advice and activate no-talk mode.

She stroked the collar around his neck, her fingers tracing the smooth surface, and it sent quivers through her, a tangible representation of the power she now wielded. Vanessa kissed Jack gently on the lips and whispered, "Thank you." He wouldn't remember that, and even if he did, he would have no idea why she thanked him. The collar was a symbol of her control, and he was the vessel through which she would explore her newfound dominance.

She untied his hands, her movements efficient and purposeful. She had one more piece of fun planned before she locked him up for the night, and then she would go and make her first report. Vanessa looked in the corner of the room, and the camera light was blinking, a silent witness to their interactions.

She made him kneel down on all fours on the bed with his rump pointing outward, his body vulnerable and exposed to her every command. Vanessa went to the small cabinet, pulling out a butt plug and a tube of KY gel. She made sure he had plenty of lube on it, her touch gentle yet firm, preparing him for what was to come.

With a sense of anticipation, she forced the plug into his butt, pushing until the flange at the end disappeared behind his sphincter. Jack moaned, a mix of pleasure and discomfort escaping his lips, a sound that only served to heighten Vanessa's excitement and sense of power.