Fantasy Zones

He tucked the key in his pocket. Her eyes followed it as it disappeared into that crevice.

"You're going to have to earn it from now on", he told her, his voice calm and yet solidly  uncompromising.

She wasn't the one teasing anymore, she wasn't the one stringing him along. Now she was the one who had to chase. She would have to please, and she would be teased.

Locked in his tight, T-shaped chastity belt, her pussy caged, she had no sexual cards to play.

The rules of the game had changed; she couldn't fuck, she couldn't even diddle herself.

And yet, she felt a drive, an ambition to earn it, to prove herself to him by pleasing him.

As he traced his finger over her encased, imprisoned crotch, she bit her lips, and felt a wanton neediness sugared with a sense of purpose.

The rules had changed, but she could adadapt.

She smiled. She could earn it, and then some.

Every day, looking upon herself, in black blazer and casual pants with a wvite blouse and stylish tie, the epitome of the professional woman.

But today is different, she sees herself, reflected in the mirror, she gazes upon this new version of herself, taken aback by what Master has orchestrated.

She stands in cyan blue high heels, "fuck me" heels, to be precise, accompanied by pink stockings that ride up to her upper thighs.

Tight pink panties and a cyan blue corset with yellow detail, the corset presents her cleavage, displaying her boobs.

Finally, her neck is adorned by a pink collar and a large O ring.

Her face was decorated with red lipstick upon her lips, which were stretched around a large pink ball-gag, completing the ensemble. Her wrists were bound behind her back by cuffs.

As she stared into her own eyes, as she gazed upon her reflection, she accepted it, embraced it. She saw her true self, saw a beautiful collared doll, and felt a spark inside her crotch, up unto her brain.

She felt excitement and desire. She felt and saw her truth in what Master had reflected.