It's been hard trying to write from an androgynous point of view. Anyways, it's time to revive this thread... and I think my sex is fairly clear this time.



I smiled at Chloe as she rubbed her gagged mouth against my crotch. A smile formed around the black ringgag as well when she felt my hard shaft straining against my jeans. It always pleased her that the mere sight of her bound and helpless created such effects upon me. She was absolutely beautiful kneeling by my feet, her arms laced tightly behind her in an armbinder, her thighs, calves and ankles buckled together by leather belts. The only other articles of clothing she wore were the thongs binding her toes and a now drenched crotchrope snug in her pussy.

Protruding her tongue, she lapped along the faded fabric. I can feel the firm pressure of her tongue, betraying her eagerness and I knew it would not be long before the object of her desire would peak above the waist of my low rise jeans. She had behaved exceptionally this week and this moment is no exception. Her birthday was this week and she desperately wished for the present that she had wanted for a long time. With great effort, I stopped her, holding her hair so she gazed up at me.

I leaned down and softly traced my tongue along her lips, tasting the moist flesh and the leather of the gag. She moaned into me and I pulled back, "Are you ready for your present?" She just moaned louder. Her eyes lost in mine, nodding her head.

I pinched her nipple as I helped her up, causing more juices to run down her quivering thighs. Leading her to the playroom, she let out a gasp of delight. In the middle, a velvet cloth covered a large box from view. It stood about three feet high, three feet wide and six feet long. She started licking my cheek with her tongue, pushing her ample bosom against my arm, thanking me profusely. It was the cage she had hoped for.

If she wasn't so excited, she would have noticed the hint of mischief in my smile. "Want to try it?"

She nodded immediately, her pussy overflowing, purring into my ear. I unbuckled the ringgag from her but she kept silent like a good girl, licking her lips instead. "Close your eyes and no peeking." Then I lifted her into my arms and she squealed a soft surprise. Her frowns communicated the thought running through her head. Afterall, why would I need to lift her into a cage? But she obediently kept her eyes closed. Carrying her over to the object, I removed the cloth covering the container beneath, revealing a giant fish tank.

Holding her fractions over the water, I smiled widely again, "Happy birthday," and dropped her into the tank.