Dressed as a Slut to Suck a Cock of a Masked Stranger

Kane Voss

The Deception Dungeon

I, Kane Voss, recalled every detail from my earlier instructions as I entered Mistress Lynne's mansion guest dungeon for special visiters after paying the full eighty-four thousand dollars in cash, pre-paid. Mistress Lynne and Nurse Charlotte had vetted the masked stranger thoroughly in advance, confirming his health and full consent before allowing him into the scene. Purple velvet drapes lined every wall, purple cushions dotted the chaise lounge, and a thick purple rug covered the floor beneath my knees. Deep purple lampshades cast a sensual glow over purple silk ties on the furniture, while additional purple accents filled the lavish space.

The glam squad worked quickly after stripping me. They painted bold purple lipstick across my lips, secured a long auburn wig with purple highlights on my head, laced a tight purple corset around my waist to create soft chest mounds, rolled sheer purple stockings up my legs, and pulled a short purple dress over the ensemble. The dress hem barely covered my ass. High heels completed the transformation, turning me into a feminine figure surrounded by purple tones. Mistress Lynne ordered me to kneel on the purple rug, the dress riding up to expose my smooth thighs. The masked stranger approached with his face hidden behind black leather, his thick previously confirmed 13 inch cock already half-hard. Nurse Charlotte stood close with arms crossed, monitoring every pre-agreed and previously negotiated boundary.

I dropped to my knees on the thick purple rug, the short purple dress riding up to expose my ass in the sheer purple stockings. The masked stranger stood before me, his thick cock already half-hard and veined, the head flushed dark as he unzipped and pushed it straight into my open mouth. I hollowed my cheeks immediately, sucking hard on the first few inches while my tongue swirled around the crown, tasting the salty bead of precum that leaked out. He thrust deeper without warning, the shaft sliding over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat and made me gag, but I kept sucking, bobbing my head with vigorous strokes that pulled him in further each time. My lips stretched tight around the girth, saliva dripping down my chin and onto the purple corset as he snapped his hips faster, fucking my mouth in short, forceful pumps that forced me to take more of his length. The purple highlights in my auburn wig swayed with every movement, and I gagged again when the head pushed past my tonsils, but Mistress Lynne's command kept me going, swallowing around him to milk the shaft.

I opened my mouth as he grabbed my wig and thrust forward. His cock stretched my lips wide, sliding over my tongue. I sucked vigorously, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around the head with each pull back. Saliva dripped down my chin while he pumped deeper, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. Gagging sounds filled the room as his hips snapped faster, forcing more length inside. Mistress Lynne watched approvingly from her seat amid the purple surroundings. The stranger groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking the final traces from the tip before he withdrew. I remained kneeling on the purple rug, trembling in the feminine outfit with purple elements everywhere. The taste of cum lingered on my tongue, the corset restricting my breath as I savored the full immersion in this high-value fantasy. The stranger left.

I stayed kneeling on the thick purple rug inside Mistress Lynne's guest dungeon, my smooth thighs spread wide under the short purple dress that rode up completely. The tight purple corset crushed my waist and pushed out the fake chest mounds the glam squad had created, while the sheer purple stockings clung to my legs and the long auburn wig with purple highlights framed my face. Bold purple lipstick smeared across my mouth from the vigorous sucking, and the lingering taste of the stranger's thick cum coated my tongue as I swallowed the last drops.

Mistress Lynne lounged on the purple velvet chaise with purple cushions scattered around her, watching every tremble. Nurse Charlotte stood nearby, arms crossed, noting how my body reacted after the masked man pulled his cock from my lips. The deep purple lampshades cast a constant sensual glow over the entire scene, purple velvet drapes blocking out the world beyond.

The stranger had already left, but the memory of his hips snapping forward and forcing his cock deeper down my throat lingered. I had opened wide, gripped the wig, and worked him with deep pulls, hollowing my cheeks while my tongue swirled the head. Saliva had dripped down my chin as gagging sounds escaped, yet I kept going until he groaned and pumped rope after rope straight into my mouth. Now, alone with Mistress Lynne and Nurse Charlotte, I savored the full weight of the eighty-four thousand dollars paid in cash for this exact fantasy.

"Lick your lips clean," Mistress Lynne commanded. I obeyed, running my tongue over the purple-smeared mouth to catch any stray cum. The corset restricted each breath, making every sensation sharper. Nurse Charlotte moved closer and tilted my chin up, examining the watering eyes behind the makeup. My real-world deceptions felt far away in this purple-themed space where I could fully submit without consequence. I felt safe.

The purple accents surrounded me completely: the rug under my knees, the dress barely covering my ass, the stockings, the corset, even the highlights in the wig. I shifted slightly, feeling the high heels press into the rug, the exposure of my thighs, and the heavy taste still on my palate. Mistress Lynne rose and circled me, her purple heels clicking softly. She adjusted my purple dress higher, exposing more skin, then stepped back to admire the result.

I remained in position, trembling from the intensity of the session. Just then, a timer went off and my prepaid scene time was complete. Mistress Lynne and Nurse Charlotte left the guest dungeon immediately and Harry the Handler came to escort me back to the Deception Dungeon, for a small $10,000 cash tip.

Slave Kane