Caught with no escape

After I tricked a sub with my April Fools prank, he found himself caught, unable to get away, and this story unfolded between us. Enjoy ;)

He suddenly finds himself in a dangerous web... "Apologies Mistress..." and he begins to back away very very slowly and cautiously. “Ha! You can’t get away now,” Siren Sarah says with a grin. “I fooled you, therefore you owe me.” He starts to sprint for the door, somehow realizing he is naked and vulnerable. He doesn’t care. He would rather burst outside into oncoming traffic and take his chances with the public. Who knows what dangers could happen if he decided to take his chances inside, instead...

The door shuts in front of him. He tries the handle. It’s locked. He turns around and sees Siren Sarah slowly approaching him, a grin on her red lips and fire in her eyes. She’s slowly hitting her hand with a whip...FWAP...FWAP...

He looks around in fear, trying to find an exit. There is none. Sweat starts dripping down his face. He whimpers, heart pounding. He looks down and notices his cock getting hard. Whimpering again, he hates his cock for disagreeing with his assessment of the situation. His eyes widen even more seeing her red lips and her whip. He freezes in place, his back up against the door then. This wasn't happening...

“On your knees, bitch,” she says, and suddenly without thinking his knees collapse below him; it’s like his body has obeyed before his brain can stop it. He cries out, looking down to see blood trickling onto the floor. He’s fallen hard onto spilled mixed with shards of broken glass; he begins to wonder how the glass got there, who was here before him... When suddenly he sees a pair of feet reach his eye level, in the most beautiful shoes he’s ever seen, sparkling and glinting in the light.

Gasping as she calls him that humiliating trigger word again, he knows he has to please this Mistress to have any chance of release, or even escape. He cries out in pain .. ."Fuck!" as glass cuts into him. He moves around and the pain takes some of his focus...even grounding him a bit... he looks at her again and finally mutters out while dropping his gaze to the floor...her feet inside her stunning shoes taunting him still in his vision..."Yes Mistress."

“Good boy.” She picks up one sparkling foot, dangling it in front of his nose; her toes peep out of the front, little white perfect buds with shining pink polish. She gives him a light kick to the nose, holding it out, waiting, until he scoots forward, gasping as the glass scrapes his knees, and kisses her toes. “Wallet out, pig,” she commands. He nods as his cock strains forward along with his neck and lips. This is too good to be true. It must be a trap, he thinks, but complies. He is trapped already and has no choice. "Yes Mistress" he says, looking around and seeing his pants on the floor next to him. He pulls out his wallet. “Set it at my feet,” she says, and he puts it down in front of her, beginning to look up to see her face...

FWAP! The whip hits him hard on the ass, and his head spins in confusion. “Keep your head down,” she commands, and he bows his nose to the floor, heart pounding. She reaches down and takes the wallet, her hair cascading in front of him. “Look at me,” she says. He lifts his face and she taps him on the nose, then stands up and turns her back to him, pulls out hundreds in cash, and then throws the wallet over her shoulder. Feelings of warmth wash over him as she gives him praise...his cock still at attention unfortunately disobeying his mental orders. As he looks at her it is almost too much to handle. He can’t help himself from mentally indulging in lust looking at her perfectly round back side, greedily, very greedily...

As he looks, a curtain falls in front of him, blocking his view. A maid emerges from the curtain, holding a covered silver platter. She kneels before him, face down. He looks and does a double take, realizing the maid is actually a man in female clothing, but with perfectly smooth, hairless skin and feminine makeup. Unsure, he looks at her questioningly and she pushes the platter forward, nodding.

He lifts the lid and sees two buttons underneath. One is red, and says, “Exit.” The other is green, and says, “Continue.” He pushes the green one and nothing happens.

Then he turns the box, and sees on the side that there’s a slot to insert his credit card. He must choose.

You have a choice. Send and continue the story with me. Or pick the red button, and your story ends here. Thank you for reading.