Friday, April 11, 2025

Captive in Body and Mind - Feminization Caption


Captive in Body and Mind 

    I’ve been kidnapped. I guess when you're rich you can do whatever you want, so when this billionaire saw me, he decided he just had to have me as his wife. So, he got two of his men to abduct me and drop my limp body off in his mansion, once I came to, I realized they had done more than a little work on me. Thin, lacey clothing adorned my body, and from the tightness running across my shoulders, back, and waist, I could assume that I was wearing lingerie. My skin felt smoother than it had before, as if a ton of product had been caked into it before I came to. A hard metallic ring pushed into my crotch, and when I looked down I saw that I had a… a chastity cage on?! It was small, so small that I was embarrassed to even fit inside of it. It was obvious to me that I had been wearing it long enough for the inside to be warm and comfortable, although now that I was aware of it, my cock tried to fight back. But it didn't get anywhere before settling down. In the middle of all of this, I was getting aroused…? It was humiliating. The room I was in had a soothing heat flowing through the air, the environment gave off nothing but an air of comfort, not what you would expect a kidnapping victim to be locked up inside of, which clashed heavily with the fact that I was locked up in a room I had never seen before. It was familiar, in some weird ways. A king-sized bed which I was tied to one of the supports, two dressers, a large walk-in closet and bathroom, and nice, quaint colors covered the walls. It was a marital bedroom if I had ever seen one.

    “Good, you're awake!” A handsome, wealthy-looking guy in a suit walked in and locked the door behind him. I guess I recognized him in passing… “I see you’ve become somewhat familiar with our bedroom. Let me release those for you, wouldn't want to hurt those wrists of yours…” He released me from my restraints, but it wasn't as if I was any more free than I previously was.

    “Our bedroom?” Had he said that?

    “Well, yes. Our bedroom. You and me, husband and wife.” He sat down next to me and laid his hand on my inner thigh, which sent a shiver up my spine. “You're going to be my wife from here on out. I expect you to take care of the house in my absence, and, of course, take care of everything else you would expect a man’s wife to take care of.”

    “What- I’m a guy though, you know that don't you?” Was he crazy? Had he seriously thought I was some woman he could just have?

    “I'd hardly call you a guy, but yes, I’m aware. I wouldn't have locked you up if I wasn't, would I?” He cupped my balls and what little manhood I had left to speak of in the palm of his hand, his fingers getting dangerously close to my anus, which made me wince. “Cute. In any case, let me show you around.” So he did. The house was big, but not overwhelming. I would have expected to see someone, a guard, a maid, a butler, but there was nothing. The housekeeping was entirely up to me, according to him. I would have just left, but one glance outside showed we were gated off and that there was some pretty heavy security just out of sight. My warddrobe consisted entirely of overtly feminine clothing. If there were pants, they were tight, and most of what was on offer was silky dresses and floral pattern lingerie. He even offered me matching cages, only if I let him switch them out though.

    I thought he would make advances on me immediately, but he didn't, it was gradual. If anything, each step further was given to me as a reward for doing the work I was given. It wasn't like I had any choice in whether or not I accepted my reward though. At first, it was just groping. In passing, and then eventually extended periods of him enjoying my body's smooth skin and thick thighs as I uncomfortably accepted his touch. Then it was handjobs, I became familiar with the shape of his cock. It twitched and pulsed as if it were telling me itself that it wanted me. It was a monster, it had a flexible thickness and warmth to it that I became all too familiar with before he finally decided it was time for me to take it down my throat. From below it was a whole other beast, whereas I realized how big it was before, its length was all the more apparent as it plugged up my mouth and throat. We had to fasten my cage to me with a band with how often it uncomfortably shifted during my duties. A plug for my “hole” became necessary as my ass quivered at the same time. When I got a mouth full of hot, salty semen and savored it at the end of each day, it became clear to me that if he stuck that thing inside of me, there was no going back.

    On a night like any other, I walked out in my sleepwear. Showering and getting dressed up the way he liked had become a natural part of my night. The skincare program I was undertaking here made it so I didn't need makeup to be stunning and up to my husband- no, captor’s standards each night. I climbed up on top of him and we kissed, as I had to. Our tongues intertwined as I felt his member harden beneath me. “I think it’s time we consummate our marriage, don’t you?” I figured he would push for it eventually… but was I ready to do that with him? To let him claim me as his own after all this time?

    “I…” After weeks of not being allowed out of my cage, having all of this pressure build up inside. I just wanted so badly to feel that pleasure after having not known it for so long… “Yeah, let's.” And so, he took off his pants and pushed me on my back. The cock I had become so familiar with finally found its way to my pussy which had been plugged all this time. The first thrust was orgasmic. It filling me up for the first time was all it took to make me cum, it's mass splitting me in half. My vision went in and out, and my prostate’s pulsing made me go limp with each wave of pleasure. “Ahh- hahhh…” I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to do what a wife, his wife, would do in this moment.  I didn’t need to say anything, he knew he had me in the palm of his hand. He wrapped one arm around me and brought my lips to his. He knew exactly what I wanted. He knew me so well now… exactly how you would expect a husband to know his wife. That night I changed. There was no part of me left that wanted to leave. Not one part of me thought I should leave. Why would I when he offered this pleasure? When he made me leak with the lightest touch, when he plowed me nightly, offering something I couldn’t possibly find elsewhere? I don’t think I’ll ever forget what I said to him as I lay on his chest, leaking cum from the front and back, happily pressed up against his chest, feeling more like a woman than I ever thought I would. “I think I’m in love with you.”

    “I know.”

 

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