Stealing is Punished: Ch. 03

Chapter Three: The Encasement

Rob woke up when the vibrator had run out of battery. It was odd that he woke up when things were silent, but perhaps it meant that he was getting so used to the buzzing that he missed the attraction of it?

He heard moaning from the bed beside him, but couldn't manage to see what happened. But Natasha seemed to enjoy herself.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaaahhh..."

She panted heavily as the moans subsided.

Soon she spoke, this time the words were directed at him.

"Morning, sissy! Have you slept well? I just had to rub myself thinking about you and how sexy you are. I imagined you fucking me with that strap-on again. It really was lovely, wasn't it?"

Rob didn't yet answer.

"Answer me, sissy."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for making me sleep so well. It really was something else."

"Good pet. We're gonna have so much fun today!"

She jumped out of the bed and unlocked the cage door.

Rob crawled out, and Nathasha hoisted him up to his feet.

She unplugged his butt before taking off his clothes and heels.

He was soon standing naked on the bedroom floor, only wearing the collar and the cage.

"This cage has done its work."

Rob's eyes lit up. Was he about to get rid of that dreadful thing that restrained him? He looked forward to getting an erection again.

Natasha bent down, unlocked the cage and took it off.

His dick didn't move. He couldn't feel it, actually. Even when she touched it, it stayed still.

"What a pity. I think it has gone limp. This is of no use to anyone anymore. Luckily, I have bought you a new one."

She took out a micro cage. It was one of the smallest objects he had ever seen, but she fitted it quickly on him. His dick didn't move or budge a millimeter. The outside of the cage was dressed with what looked like a very life-like clitoris.

"Come on, you can rub yourself."

Rob moved his fingers downstairs and fingered himself. It was the weirdest thing he had ever done. Looking down, you couldn't notice his cock behind it.

"Now you really look like a sexy slut! No one would ever think that you once were a pathetic man. It compliments your boobs perfectly."

Looking in the mirror, Rob understood her. He couldn't see it himself. And he didn't feel it, either.

"I have picked out a new outfit for you. It's over on the bed."

Rob looked puzzled at the clothes on the bed. Wasn't that winter clothes? Wool mittens? A scarf?

"I know what you are thinking, baby. It doesn't make any sense when it's warm outside to dress in warm, winter clothes. But it will serve its purpose today. Dress up, and I will tell you my plans for the day when you are finished."

Rob got to work. He took on the lacy red bra and panties before stepping into red wool pantyhose, which he pulled up to his waist. Then he took on a red turtleneck sweater in chunky wool, before slipping into a matching wool pencil skirt. He put on thigh-high high-heeled platform boots in red leather. He then pulled on a wool balaclava, before finishing with wool mittens in the same colour.

He had already started sweating heavily inside. Where was the pleasure in this?

"I am well aware of how uncomfortable this is for you, but life isn't always easy. You do look very sexy, though. The way the sweater stretches out on top of your gigantic tits makes me horny, sissy."

She continued:

"Today is going to be all about submission. You have performed very well, so far, but this will be a giant step towards me trusting you fully."

She locked up his feet with ankle cuffs, before doing the same with his hands on his back. She then gagged him with a large wool sock, before putting on a blindfold.

"I am taking away your senses, one by one. Remember to breathe through your nose."

His heavy panting slowly faded away, and was substituted with slow, controlled breathing through his nose. He couldn't see anything, and he couldn't speak.

He then felt her putting headphones on his head. The noise-cancelling was on, and his ears were filled with white noise.

He then heard her voice again.

"Yes, this is me, your Mistress and Goddess. I am using a microphone to communicate with you. Please nod if you can hear me."

Rob nodded.

"Good. Let's continue."

He felt her taking him in her arms and slowly lowering him down on the floor. She started to tie him with ropes around the ankles, beneath the knees and over the knees, before she turned him around and tied him around the arms.

He was now completely and utterly unable to move even an inch. Natasha tore up the back end of his pantyhose, before he felt yet another intrusion inside his ass.

"This is a large remote-controlled butt plug, much like the one from tonight. But without the dog tail, though."

It started and he felt the sensation inside him again. He could feel his mouth making a moan, but nothing escaped his mouth. It was silent torture and pleasure at the same time.

She turned him around again, and he felt a large object against his new clitoris, which was tied against each of his thighs.

He felt a new buzz, this time in the front.

"It's the best of both worlds, isn't it? Now you have the plug up your ass and a magic wand vibrator against your fanny. It's like a fake gangbang!"

But it felt delightful. Then he felt captured.

He felt Natasha easing him into something, like a woolsack sleeping bag of sorts. Then he heard the zipper, before the motion was repeated several times.

He tried to wiggle his body a little bit, and felt the edges of it touching against the inside of the woolsack.

"Do you feel helpless? That's the point. But you are not helpless, I am in charge and have full control.You don't need to think about moving, speaking or seeing. You only need to focus on yourself and your own pleasure. Isn't that sweet? You don't need to worry about anything, sweet sissy. Mommy is in control."

She then pushed him over the floor, until he felt that he met the walls. He was cornered. Then he felt extra weight upon him, a little bit added at the time.

"You should have seen yourself now, honey. Or, rather, no one can see you. You are now buried beneath blankets and clothes. If someone entered the room, right now, they would just see a heap of clothes in the corner, nothing else."

Rob sweated like hell, but understood quickly that he needed to focus on the pleasure in his ass and between his legs in order to withstand it. Soon, he didn't feel the itching anymore, either. He felt like he was floating inside a giant wool cocoon. And he liked it.

The pleasure was constant. Never less, never more. Just an ever-present situation in his life, which he couldn't do anything about. Luckily, wool is a breathable textile, which meant that he got enough air.

Nathasa's voice emerged in his ears again.

"I'm going out for a while, but I'll give you something to listen to while I'm out. When you hear me again, you will know I am back."

The same comforting music from yesterday re-appeared. A new, sexual voice emerged as well.

"You are under the control of your Mistress now. Focus on your pleasure. Think about cocks. Cocks are what you love. Cocks are what you want. Cocks are what you crave. One cock in the ass, another in the mouth. And one in each hand. You can't think of anything else than cocks. Mistress knows what's best for you. Never doubt her, sissy. Always listen. Always obey. She is never wrong, and knows what you need."

This went on repeat for a long time. Rob's sense of time and space vanished, and his mind started thinking about being fucked. Over and over again. It was what he wanted, what he craved. What he loved.

The sounds stopped and there was only silence. But just for a couple of minutes, before he could hear the door downstairs being unlocked. Several pair of feet was in the hallway. Then her microphone must have re-connected with the headset, as he heard Natasha's voice again.

"It's been such a good day. I've got loads done. If you come up, I can show you."

He heard footsteps in the stairs, moving closer. The door opened with a shriek.

A deep male voice spoke.

"I want you now, Natasha. At once."

He heard the pair jumping into bed, and soon moans and grunting from both persons appeared in his ears.

Natasha screamed with delight:

"Harder, baby! Show me what your big cock can do. Yes, yes, yes! You are delicious. Aaahhhh."

She had come yet again. He could hear the grunting subside.

"That was delightful, Mister. Go down and wait, and I'll bring you another surprise. My friend is sleeping, but I am sure she wants to meet you very soon."

"Okay, Natasha. See you soon."

The man walked out and soon Rob could feel something happening.

The blankets and clothes were pulled off him, the sacks unzipped. He was untied, and Rob felt more and more free. The vibrator and butt plug was taken out, then the headphones, blindfold, wool-sock gag and balaclava.

"You did a very good job being quiet there, sissy. But I bet your slutty mind wanted to feel the cock that I felt, didn't you?"

Rob struggled, as it was quite some time since he last spoke.

He whispered:

"Yes, Mistress. I want to. It sounded like you had a good time."

"That's good to hear, sissy. I want you to find something sexy to wear. You can pick anything you like from the closet. See you downstairs in five minutes."

Natasha left the room and Rob to himself.

He managed to take off the completely soaked clothes he had worn. Released from his wool prison, he felt every little part of his skin tingle. He felt alive again, and opened the closet.

Rob picked a pink thong, a pink leather corset and thigh-high leather boots in pink. He strolled around the bedroom for a minute, jiggling his butt and swaying his hips.

This man would get what he wanted.

And Rob would get what he craved.

As he started walking down the stairs, he heard Natasha and the man engaging in conversation.

He entered the living room and recognized the man instantly. It was his college tutor! Would he recognize Rob, or was he oblivious to the fact? Rob didn't know if he had made a good enough impression during classes.

He walked up to the pair sitting on the couch.

Natasha started speaking:

"Nathasha, this is John. John, this is Natasha. Greet him properly, Natasha."

Rob curtsied.

"Hello, Mister John. I am Savannah."

He replied quickly:

"What a sexy woman you are, Savannah. And I have heard that you are quite the slut as well? Natasha told me you prefer blowjobs and ass-fucking, is that correct?"

"No, Mister."

He raised his eyebrows. Natasha looked shocked.

"I don't prefer it. I love it. What do you want to do first?"

"That's my girl. Show me your ass first, then you can suck me and lick my cum afterwards."

John sat still on the couch, while Rob moved towards him. He unbuttoned and dragged down his pants. The cock grew in Rob's hands, and when it was big enough, he sat down on it, slowly.

The warmth and texture of it was something completely different. This was way better than the dildos he had used prior. When Rob heard that the grunting started, he increased the cadence and moved into a jumping-like motion. He even left the floor for a millisecond each time, hearing the clack of the heels as they touched the floor.

He heard John orgasm and felt his ass fill up with the warm, sticky liquid at the same moment as Rob himself climaxed with a scream. He sat down on him deep until he felt the cock shrink, before he got up and immediately turned around. His hands grabbed the dick fast and started massaging it. It grew again, and he put it in his mouth.

He almost gagged as the warm, long pole entered his mouth. He licked the shaft with his tongue, before he started to move his head up and down. First slowly, then faster. He swallowed the cum at the same time, and felt John stiffen up.

Then John violently squirted into him. He paused for a second before taking a deep swallow. It felt like it got stuck in his throat, but a small movement of the head backwards helped it down.

As he took out the cock, he saw a smile on John's face.

"Good girl," he heard Natasha say from his right.

He turned to look at her, and saw her recording the whole thing with her phone.

"You looked so great doing this. You must be an expert!"

John got up and showed himself out of the house.

After the door closed behind him, Natasha started to speak.

"I am so proud of you, Savannah. You really are an expert at this. I have made you an OnlyFans-account and will upload this very soon. I bet you will get lots of subscribers. We need that in order to finance your expensive lifestyle."

Strangely, Rob didn't mind. He was about to become an object like the ones he had always desired.

It was dark outside, and Rob felt his jaw ache as he yawned. It had been another day filled with new experiences. He wondered what Natasha had in mind for him the next day.

"Good job, little pet. Mistress wants you to sleep now. Bend over, and I will plug you up."

The dog tail-plug entered him in no time. It glided in easily, and Rob felt a little whimp as it touched the base of his asshole.

Natasha flicked her head and motioned for him to walk upstairs.

When he came into the bedroom, Rob didn't even think about jumping into bed. He went inside the cage and curled up. To the comforting feeling of the buzzing butt-plug, he went off to dreamland. He didn't even notice Natasha going to sleep afterwards, without locking the cage.