Under His Thumb

“Did you do it?” he asked, holding her by the chin. Tracing her lips with his thumb. Her mouth hung open submissively, he pressed his thumb into the back of her throat. Listening to her gag. Then letting her suck it softly, sensually, hungrily.

“Yes shurr” she replied around it, nodding enthusiastically. She was on her hands and knees in front of his chair. His ‘throne’, as he called it. Her hips swayed back and forth as she worshiped his thumb like it were a deity. Rocking back and forth, moaning softly to herself.

“Show me.”

She sat back on her haunches, flicked her hair back, a hint of a sadistic smirk flickering across her lips. Just below her collar, she fished for a chain, bringing it dangling up from between her perfect, perky breasts with a jingle. She flashed the two small keys proudly.

He jerked the chain from her neck with quick precision. She barely even had time to gasp. He smiled as he examined the sets of keys.

“What’d he say?” he asked.

“He cried…” she replied. A tinge of mirth mixed with pity in her voice.

He laughed haughtily. “I wish I could have been there.”

“I have it on video, Master.”

He smiled wide. “Go get it.”

Immediately she clambered on her hands and knees over to her purse near the front door. She had dropped it there as soon as she walked in, before she dropped immediately to the same position she was in now. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for her to dig through her purse and find her phone. Finally she fetched it and crawled back over to him. By the time she did, he already had his cock out. She knew what to do, taking him in her mouth and sucking softly while she flicked on her phone and scrolled through her camera roll. She found the video, hit play, handed him the phone, put both hands on his cock and balls, and began sucking out his soul.

Through the tiny screen he was able to see a fat, naked, pathetic little man tied spread eagle to the bed. “Honey plea-he-hease!! Don’t do this!!” he blubbered. Tugging and squirming at his bonds in vain.

“I’m sorry, hubby…” Her voice cut through, not sounding very remorseful at all, “But this is what Daddy wants…and what Daddy wants, Daddy gets!”

The tiny metal device came into view. The ‘tube’ where his penis would be housed--if you could call it a ‘tube’--was only about a half-inch long. Even with how small the man’s penis was, it would be an extremely tight fit.

“You can’t let him do this!” the man pleaded, “He’s taking over our lives! Look what he’s doing to you! To ME!!”

Out of nowhere, sharp cracks with a leather strap hit the man’s thighs. He squealed in pain.

“You will NOT speak of Him in that way!” she roared, smacking him again and again with the strap. It was a far cry from the meek little submissive she usually was around the Master. “He is the best thing that has ever happened to me! To us! Do you have any idea how much I think about him? How much I fantasize about being beneath him? I literally dream about servicing him all fucking DAY while i’m at work.”

“You want me to dominate you?” He squeaked, “Is that it? I could do that! I could boss you around. Make you do stuff…”

She scoffed loudly. “Oh please! Like I could take it seriously coming from you! You’re just a beta, sweetie, and I need an Alpha! It’s not your fault. It’s just the way it is. And this is how it has to be…”

The man in the video was quiet after that. Obviously unable to argue that point, so he moved on to a different stage of denial. “How long do I have to wear it?”

The video bumped as she shrugged, “However long he says. It’s not my decision anymore. Now let’s get this on you…”

He really started bucking at that, so much so that she had to set the phone down and all the Master could hear was the sounds of “No! No! Honey! Please! No! Don’t do this! NooOOooOOo!!”

The Master could hear the man descend into tears. Could literally hear him breaking. By the time she picked the phone back up his face was raining through a mixture of sobs and snot. His penis locked up tight in its tiny metal prison. She zoomed in on it to give a closer look.

“There we go!” she mused, jiggling the cage and flicking his little balls, “All locked up nice and tight!!”

She dangled the keys mockingly in front of the camera. “You better do everything I say from now on! Otherwise I’ll tell Daddy you need a longer sentence!!”

The shrill cries of the pathetic man were all that could be heard before the video cut off.

The Master smiled as he looked down at the girl sucking his dick. She was doing it more eagerly now. Like the video was turning her on but she couldn’t touch her pathetic cunt, so she had to channel her frustration into his shaft. He extended a leg between hers, allowing her to grind against it. She looked up gratefully as she straddled it, rubbing her pussy against his shin for a few seconds before he took it away again.

He sat back, enjoying the view of her slobbering on his cock. “How is he handling the diapers and dresses?”

Without removing his meat from her mouth, she reached up and swiped her phone to the next video. It was the little beta bitch again. But this time he was kneeling in a prissy little princess outfit with a poofy pair of Pampers between his legs and a thumb in his mouth. He looked almost unrecognizable in comparison to the previous video.

“Say ‘hi’ to Daddy, baby!” She cooed, dangling the keys in front of him like they were a toy for a toddler. But the intention was easy to deduce: do a good job of impressing your keyholder if you want any shot of them being used to unlock you.

“Hi Daddy…” The adult baby said, his voice sounding even more high-pitched than when he was crying and blubbering.

“Say ‘thank you for making me wear diapers!’”

“Thank you for making me wear diapies…”

“And thank you for letting my wife suck your big, fat, cock!”

He sniffled at that one. She dangled the keys again threateningly. “Th-thank you for l-letting m-my w-wife suck your b-big…fat…cock…”

“Good girl” she said, “now rub your diaper!”

The pathetic sissy reached between his legs and immediately started rubbing the yellow tinged padding with the hand that wasn’t in his mouth. Whimpering in frustration.

“Awww! You wanna get unlocked, don’t you?!”

He nodded his head furiously.

“I know you do, sweetheart. But I'm afraid I can’t unlock you. That’s Daddy’s decision, not mine!”

The big baby’s whines and cries echoed before the video cut out again.

The Master chuckled triumphantly, taking a picture of the girl sucking his dick before handing her back her phone.

“Send it to him.” He ordered.

Without a second’s hesitation, she typed something out, uploaded the image, and hit send. Smirking a bit.

“What’d you tell him?”

“Bet you wish this was you” she sniggered.

Master chuckled, lifting up his legs and balls, exposing his asshole. She needed no further prompting, burying her face between his cheeks and her tongue in his asshole. Still using her hand to stroke his slobbery shaft.

He leaned back and enjoyed the power he had over, not only her, but her husband as well. They would both be a welcome addition to his stables, and he didn’t even have to see the prissy sissy bitch in person. Never had to share a room with a beta male. Never had to smell his poopy Pampers.

Her phone dinged, but she didn’t seem to care. Her only concern was cleaning the inside of his asshole.

Master was curious, though. “What did he say?” he asked

She came up for air from between his cheeks, checking her phone. “Nothing,” she said, “It’s from his betasitter.” She read through, smiling. “She says he started crying, then wriggling his hips on the floor.”

“Did she send a video?”

“No.”

“Tell her to.”

The slave typed out the message and hit send, handed him back her phone, then put her face in his ass again.

A couple minutes later the video came. He opened it, moving her head back onto his cock as he watched. The little sissy was blubbering and whining on the floor, rubbing and humping his big, stupid diaper.

The Master pushed the slave’s head down further on his cock, ignoring her gags while he watched the video.

The sissy was cursing in frustration at the lack of stimulation. Between the padding and the cage, all he was doing was giving himself blue balls. Right where the Master wanted him. Horny and frustrated and desperate to do anything for him. Another slave at His disposal. Hell, he could probably make the babysitter his too. Her Mother even, their sisters.

He was drunk with power, shoving her head down even further, listening to her sputter. Watching the video of the pathetic sissy while his wife slobbered on his cock.

“Now.”

Like a properly trained whore, she pulled her head up, opened her mouth wide, and stroked his massive cock with two hands until he was painting her face and pumping shot after shot of hot, gooey jizz into her mouth. She continued stroking. Milking every last drop she could into her hungry little mouth.

She knew better than to swallow without his permission, and he didn’t give it. Just let her sit there, mouth gaping open, drool and dick juice leaking down her chin.

“Touch your cunt”

She groaned gratefully. Immediately reaching between her legs, slipping her hands in her soaked panties, and grunting as she rubbed herself. She was so sopping wet that it was making the ‘stir the macaroni’ sound while she finger fucked herself.

“Thank you shurrr!” She groaned with the cum still in her mouth and dripping from her face. It was a beautiful, degrading look for her that he felt needed to be captured. So he started snapping pics and videos on her phone. She didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, it spurred her on more.

“Unnghh pleass can i cumm shurr??” She grunted, knees and legs quaking on the verge of collapse.

“No, not yet.”

He stood up for the first time, towering over her. She cowered under his shadow. He grabbed his still semi-erect penis and aimed it at her. A jet of warm piss hit her straight in the face. She moaned and rubbed herself more as he blasted her with his hose.

“Now you can cum,” he said, midstream.

It didn’t take her long. “Ohhh thank youuuu” she groaned as the piss sprayed her in the mouth and she rocked and convulsed into an intense and immense orgasm. She was still spasming on the concrete floor of the dungeon when the trickle of piss receded.

“Swallow.” He ordered as he zipped up his pants.

She gulped the mixture of piss and jizz down and continued gulping for air. It took several more seconds for her eyes to finally roll back to the front of her head.

“You suck a good dick, little pet.” He commended her.

“Th-thank you Master,” she said between breaths.

“Is your husband sucking dick yet?”

She snapped out of her post-orgasm high, bringing herself back to her piss sodden reality. “N-not yet, sir. But he has been taking the strapon every night!” She blurted out, sensing he didn’t like her response.

He shook his head side to side in disappointment. Pulling his belt out of the loops.

Her eyes watered in fear, “Please! I’m sorry sir! We just haven’t had the opportunity! Not a lot of guys want to get sucked off by a loser in diapers!!”

He signaled with his fingers for her to turn around. She did so begrudgingly, turning over onto her hands and knees. Still pleading.

“Panties down.” He ordered.

She reached behind and peeled the piss soaked panties off her waist, bringing them down so that her cheeks—and the plug stuck between them—were visible.

She yelped at  the first slash of the belt. Biting her bottom lip.

“You will have him sucking dick and working the corner by the end of this week.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“He will charge $5 a blowjob”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Any money he earns goes to me.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Every $100 gets him unlocked for 1 minute.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Otherwise, it will be you out there sucking dick, and making me money!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She squealed as the last lashes laced her bright red cheeks. “Yes sir!!” She cried, “thank you, sir!!”

He looped his belt back through his pants. She was still sniffling and sobbing. “Can I stay here in the cage tonight, Master?”

“No.” He said firmly. “You will walk home.”

She didn’t protest, just winced and nodded.

“See you again tomorrow?” She asked hopefully.

“No, I have other slaves to attend to.”

She nodded again, disappointed, but understanding. She climbed to her feet, made her way to the dungeon door, and smiled at him as she stepped out.

After the door slammed shut, she reached between her legs again. Giving herself another quick orgasm before setting off on her walk of shame back to her pathetic, diapered husband.

THE END