5 comments/ 144661 views/ 40 favorites The Cougar By: HornyPup She sat in front of her computer thinking about the day's events. She had been out of prison for about a week now. She was as excited as a schoolgirl whose school had been shutdown because of snow. The three years she had spent in prison were rough on her. She occupied herself spending as much time as possible doing physical things, athletic things, working out, even in her cell. Thousands of push ups, sit ups leg lifts, isometrics.... Anything she could think of to take her mind off her predicament. She spent the first week of her freedom taking walks, enjoying sunsets, all the little things that a person takes for granted. But tomorrow the biggest excitement was her son coming to stay with her. He was in his senior year of high school and they were very close. His frequent visits while she was in prison made them closer then ever. He had lived with his grandparents during her time in prison. It's a long story but basically she was/is a very successful business woman owning two businesses. The income has accumulated for 3 years while she received free room and board courtesy of the state. She spent a restless night and was antsy the next day until her son finally arrived around 5:00. The hug was unusually firm at first, slow, long but then became more relaxed. Her arms and hands slid down his back feeling nothing but firm healthy young muscle. He too moved his arms down her spine to the small of her back making her pussy twitch with excitement. His hands also seemed to enjoy the firm shapely body that she had sculpted in prison. For a moment he forgot who he was with and his hands continued to her ass giving her a firm squeeze and pulling her into his crotch. She was shocked as her legs were forced to spread slightly to straddle his thigh. Then she felt something unmistakable, a huge bulge down his pant leg pressed against the inside of her thigh. "BRIAN!" She said "I'm sorry Mom," he pulled away. He had a tent down one leg. Brian's face was red. "I think we just miss each other," she said with a blush. "I'm sorry Mom, I really am..." "Me too son but lets not make a big deal out of this...." She couldn't help looking down clearing her throat... "My god she muttered," as he clearly heard.... "Why don't you go upstairs and take a cold shower," she suggested. She was very good at keeping her composure but as soon as her son was out of sight she rushed into the next room panting. She did not realize what being squeezed against a fit male body would do. Her panties were dripping wet and nipples hard with excitement. She was horny in the worst way. She rushed to the bathroom and moments later muffled her moans of satisfaction into a towel. She collapsed on the floor weak kneed surprised at how bad she needed that release. A knock on the door interrupted her bliss. "Yes dear!" "Mom is it ok if some of the guys from the football team come over?" "Sure dear" "I'm glad you said yes because they are on the way and should be here any moment." She got up quickly, wiped her thighs, washed her hands and straightened her cloths and hair. Opening the door she saw her son in a bathing suit and tank top which was being stretched nicely by his muscles. Again her pussy twitched. Her eyes wanted to look everywhere except his but she maintained her composure.... and waited until he turned away to stare. She felt herself getting excited again as the doorbell rang. She answered to find 6 more guys all over 6 feet tall and all buff as hell. "Hello I'm Brian's Mom," Jill said. They all smiled said hi and couldn't help but check her out. Hmmmm bold high school boys she thought as their eyes made her almost blush and definitely feel uncomfortable. "Brian's out by the pool just walk through the kitchen." As soon as they left she fanned her face for she looked them over pretty good too, she was just more experienced at hiding it. She went to her room and peaked out the window as the guys took off shirts. Her pussy immediately got wetter. Oh my god she thought very surprised at how much she wanted to fuck one of them........ Hell all of them, one at a time then a gang bang to finish it off. Her thoughts surprised her, she use to never be this aggressive and this was not just a casual dirty thought, she noticed she was really, really serious. She closed the curtain pretending her thoughts and feelings would go away, after all this was her son's YOUNG friends. Moments later she was at the window again. Time to spy on them and then I'll change into more appropriate cloths for a pool party. She put on a skimpy bikini and walked down to the kitchen to find the fridge filled with beer. Oh what the hell she thought let them have fun. She got chips and dip ready and took it outside. Heres some food guys she said as she set down the chips. She caught their reflection on the sliding glass door and she was not surprised to see them looking at her like wolves. She suddenly realized her choice or words made her the food. She turned around and they immediately acted nice, thanked her, stopped staring. She walked back inside and waited until she was out of sight to start panting. Oh my god she thought as she rushed into the downstairs bathroom they're gorgeous strapping young virile men. Suddenly she heard some whispers outside the window. "Damn Brian's Mom is a hot piece of ass," one boy kidded. "And that Ass belongs to this, boys," said another (she knew he was pointing at his crotch) "No boys, a woman like that needs more meat than 5," a third chimed in. (Kidding ensued) "All I need is 20 min. with her and she won't be able to walk," said another. "Guys are you talking about my bitch Jill?" (Her eyebrows rose) "I'd tap that MILF in a heartbeat." "Careful she seems like a cougar to me, did you see that tiny little "fuck me" suit she just paraded around in front of us?" "If she's a cougar I'm the hunter and I'm ready to kill me a cougar." "Her body's definitely smoking hot, that suit was a tease." "Well we agree on 1 thing, she needs to get fucked and by us," They laughed. Her jaw dropped open; her pussy was soaking wet, her nipples and breasts very sensitive. Part of her felt insulted but not the part that dominated her thoughts. She wiped her pussy again and snuck upstairs in disbelief God their horny and want to fuck me. This has never happened before. She looked up into her mirror and for the first time realized how her body looked to them. She had stunningly large firm breasts and her nipples were big. Her body was tight and toned with a six pack. Her long torso was dangerous, her ass tight and her legs long and luscious. Wow I never took the time to realize this she thought. No wonder the boys are in heat..... well besides the fact they are high school boys and that is their natural state. She sat down at her desk and could easily see the pool by peaking out the window at the hung studs. Yes she caught the outlines of big cocks in their suits. What was it they called me she thought....MILF. She typed "definition of a MILF" into the computer. Mother I'd like to fuck She gulped and typed "definition of cougar" into the computer A 35+ year old female who is on the "hunt" for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The cougar can frequently be seen with cleavage exposed, waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. "Young hung boys are a cougar's number one prey" (see also hunt, prowl, corner, pounce). Oh my God............................................................ that's hot, she thought. A woman in her sexual prime who prefers to hunt rather than be hunted. A cougar's victims are usually under 25, as cougars prefer to mate with men who have extreme stamina and are in heat. Cougars generally feed and then continue hunting, as they enjoy role reversal. "THIS IS ME EXACTLY!" she muttered under her breath Her eyes excitedly started skimming all the definitions catching phrases and words. ...She will not play the usual B.S. games that women in their early twenties participate in. End state, she will be going for the kill.... ....prey on younger men... ....Cougars are non-committal, choosing to move from mate to mate without ever settling down. It is not uncommon for the same Cougar to attack (sleep with) many different men in the same group of friends. Cougars are older and more practiced in the ways of snaring a mate so they will rarely broadcast their intentions. It is this elusive behavior that earns her the name "Cougar." WOW!!! She was aggressively horny now. ....seek out and conquer younger men... ....primary interest lies in bedding younger men. Cougars are the more aggressive variety of the commonly used term: milf. OH MY I AM A FUCKING MILF COUGAR. Well these boys are going to be mine she decided right then and their. They have no idea how aggressive prison has made me and how much sex I want. They want to fuck this "BITCH" but they are way out of their league. From now on I am going for the kill. She could not stop reading all the definitions.... 4. ...desperately seeking younger men to use as she pleases, then dispose of... 5. ...may be seen in packs in bars drinking rose zinfandel... Naw this cougar hunts alone she thought. Desperate??? Ok desperate for cock and cum. Dispose of..... absolutely, I love that part. 6. ...she'll find that certain younger hard body that she knows will rock her world that night....and he knows he'll get the same from her. For the most part - a cougar is a delicious experience....ENJOY!! Mmmmmmmmmm she hummed. 7. A woman who lusts after men clearly her junior with extreme vigor and gusto and who is quite forward and sexually cunning. "They have no idea," she muttered in stark seriousness. 8. ...Like the animal of the same name, they constantly hunt for fresh meat they can sink their teeth into. Cougars tend to seek energetic guys that are mostly vulnerable. 9. ...an older woman who wants to fuck a younger guy, she preys on a males desire to fuck a slut and a younger male is in his sexual prime..... Cougars are "experienced" and can take good care of you..... They are easy to spot as they often dress like they're 16 years old. A sexual predator, typically one with pedophiliac tendencies. Gender is no discrimination with a "cougar," as they will take either. Her jaw fell open as she got more excited. Her many lesbian experiences in prison flashed through her head. The boys first then their girlfriends she thought as a sneer crossed her face. . 10. ...she wants and finds 18 and under males.... ladies hide your sons. Too late she smiled as she looked out the window. Your sons are now officially being hunted by a cougar and their dead meat she thought. If there is one thing prison taught me it is how to get what I want. "Time to set my first trap as a Cougar she thought. "These boys are already horny but more bait will easily bring one right up to me," she thought. She walked downstairs and out to the pool. "How's the water toy...BOYS! she quickly corrected herself hiding the panic of embarrassment. Glancing around maybe they didn't hear her faux pas because her body made their mouths drop open slightly including Brian's. For the first time Brian's eyes raked her smoking hot body with greed. She had changed to a micro mini bikini and was drop dead stunning. She strutted to the ladder and stepped in. The 3 boys out of the water had hardons showing. "I'm glad to see you boys are healthy," she said looking at their crotches almost shaking with nervousness. She stepped in and plunged underwater. She climbed out the other side. She did not grab a towel she simply turned around and said "by the way boys the downstairs bathroom does not work please use the upstairs one. She walked inside and her hands started shaking, her muscles tensed up with anxiety, fear, excitement and a smirk on her face. She walked upstairs without drying off leading a trail right to her bedroom door. The bathroom would make her prey come right down the hall to her. She turned and walked in the bathroom hiding behind the bathroom door and thought, now to wait for the prey. She rubbed her shaking hands together trying to calm her excitement. She didn't have long to wait. A boy came down the hall slowly and stepped in the bathroom. As he closed the already locked door, her hand slid in his suit and immediately found a semi hard cock that became erect in moments. "This feels nice," she whispered as her left hand reached around to feel his chest muscles and firmly grab a nipple with her fingers. He was startled. "Is this for me," she cooed pressing her wet naked body against his back. "You have been staring at me since you arrived, your eyes undressing me. In fact aren't you the boy who only needed 20 minutes and I wouldn't be able to walk?" She whispered in his ear, "Well I think we have 5 minutes before your friends realize you're upstairs fucking me, what kind of damage can this beast do?" she said squeezing his cock.. The boy was outmatched and tongue tied. She breathed heavy realizing she had the upper hand on this young buck. Her adrenalin made her feel like a cat ready to pounce on prey. She wanted to attack but was also fearful, she'd never done this. His cock throbbed wildly as blood poured into it. He let his suit drop to the floor as she turned and pulled him up behind her by his cock, sliding it right past the string suit she wore and nudged his big knob between her wet pussy lips. She is sure she heard a whimper of ecstasy from him. She was shocked as he suddenly forced a washcloth in her mouth. She opened wide realizing what he was doing. From that point on he needed no coaxing, he mounted her like a wild animal in heat. His cock split her in half. Her first frantic yelp and instant brief cry of pain was muffled to a soft noise. She proceeded to lean forward legs spread as her young stud fucked the shit out of her. Yes his big cock hurt but she was in his firm grasp and didn't resist. After a minute or so she began to accommodate him better and pleasure flooded through her body. God he was thick and physically rammed into her very deep pumping feverishly. His power and speed was incredible and he easily entered her a couple hundred times. It didn't take long before she could feel him swell. With a deep thrust and multiple grunts he unloaded into her. His cum hit her like a fire hose... this boy is full she thought so she whispered encouragement coaxing his balls for another massive load. Feeling lite headed she whispered her commands, "Fuck it like you own it, dump your cum into me deeper." Once he heard this it was as though a shock of energy went through his body and he frantically picked up his pace slamming her furiously. In moments a new wave of warmth flooded her as his thrusts grew erratic. Each thrust brought forth a new gush. Instinctively he held himself in her deep as he ejaculated. He panted hard on her back which she found very erotic then he slowly started pulling out, the feeling was incredible. She turned around and embraced him with a full mouth and tongue kiss as cum ran down her thighs. "Good boy". She put an open hand on his chest to push him against a wall as if holding him in place as she slide down his body and cleaned his still hard cock taking it as deep as she could without gagging. In moments she stood up, "I don't know how long it will take for you to get soft enough to go back down stairs but try to hurry so we don't arouse too much suspicion." Let me give you my cell phone number," she whispered, "I'm sure you'll want this again very soon." She took a sharpie marker from the drawer and wrote her number across his cock. Don't loose that, she said with a smile wrapping a towel around herself sneaking out the door to her room. As soon as she got to her room she locked the door and fell on her bed. Her whole body was shaking from the vicious fuck. "Oh my god" she thought. Replaying what had just happened in her mind, she started thinking whether she would get in trouble, technically this was rape.......well if they are all seniors then they are probably 18. Besides, no high school boy is going to turn her in when he just got the fuck of his life...... An evil smile crossed her face; I want them all one at a time.... Or two or three. She rolled over and enjoyed being naked on her bed feeling her pussy drip with her studs seed. She noticed it took a few more minutes before he left the bathroom. She got up and walked to the window hiding behind the shades. She watched the other boys as her first fuck entered the pool area and stayed to himself for a few moments. She smiled. Which one is next she thought as she felt the conquest of her first boy still dripping down her thighs. Or as a cougar would think, which prey will wander away from the pack next? They are drinking a lot of beer so it is just a matter of time. It didn't take too long for another to wander up the stairs. Trapped the same way, her lips parted wide as she stuffed him to the back of her throat. She immediately felt hands pull her head deeper. She gagged hard but shocked herself by submissively letting his meat push into her throat. She wrapped an arm around his thigh and cupped his balls with her other hand. They were huge and the vision of millions of sperm frantically swimming inside them was overwhelming and made her cum. She made sure his veins were throbbing and her saliva was dripping from his cock along with his own pre-cum before she stood up. Strategically whispering from one ear to the next she said, "You ready to NAIL this hot piece of ASS? For all I know maybe you placed a bet you could NAIL me first? I love that word don't you? NAILED! It conjures up the image of holding something down and pounding it senseless don't you think? You think you can NAIL me senseless and leave me with a limp in 5 minutes?" That was the last straw. She knew her boy was ready. She was dripping as she turned around placing both hands on the counter and spreading wide. As she went to her tiptoes to raise her pussy higher she didn't have a chance to brace herself for his assault. She felt a hand around her hip and his cock roughly humped its way up into her deeply. She winced as his hips shoved her forward. Her pussy was very lubricated but still had to stretch to accept his girth and length. This boy was massive and she squeezed him hard as a tear rolled down her cheek. She felt his muscular chest ride her back as his hips hungrily smacked her ass and his free hand worked her large breasts. She immediately grabbed the same washcloth and stuffed her mouth. When he saw her do this he cut loose and pounded her small frame knocking her off her feet but holding her up with his forearm around her hip. She bit the towel hard as the pain shot through her closely followed by body rippling orgasms. Finally his balls exploded and she felt herself being filled. His thrusts were eradict and hard as she yelped and tears welled up in her eyes. She collapsed to her elbows as her stud leaned over her panting. Still tightly imbedded she could feel the spasms from his cock slow. A few moments later some long slow penetrations started which made her feel fantastic. Her boy was empty but he was just enjoying her tight little body a little more before pulling out. After a few moments, she felt his snake slide from her so she stood up turned around and gave her stud a full mouth kiss. Again her hand pushed him against the wall as she wrote her cell phone number across his cock before walking out of the bathroom into her room. As soon as the door clicked shut she collapsed on the floor as her knees gave out. She let her emotions go as she panted heavily and shook. She was shocked at the fierce pounding this boy gave her. She held back a little not knowing whether to cry all out or not as she cupped her pussy. She crawled to her bed and collapsed letting her tears flow and body spasm quietly. Oh God that was violently intense she thought wondering if this was a good idea or not. I didn't realize I was getting them so horny that they would unleash such an unbridled attack. Various thoughts of being violated and offended drifted through her mind but after awhile she realized she wanted that intensity again. This cougar just went to the next level she thought. The Cougar To almost everyone in the small town, she seemed out of place. Just the sight of her and the mention of her name carried an aura of hesitation and caution. Yet very few could put their finger on exactly what it was about her that felt so unusual. She could blend in well enough with her long golden hair, her kind face, and her charming country voice. On the other hand, her height and large breasts made her stand out somewhat, catching the gaze of both men and women. To balance things a bit, she always dressed in modest but flattering attire, leaving just the right amount of curiosity and imagination to make most folks wonder about her actual intentions. The fact that she lived alone in a good-sized ranch home on the outskirts of town helped. Perhaps she was simply lonely and trying to fit in. When he first caught sight of her, the mystique had already reached his mind. She was to be pitied - the 33 year old single woman seeking attention. Even so, as he watched her that day, buying groceries and shopping with the rest of civilization, she did not seem sad, bitter, or cold. She was confident, light-hearted, and warm. Was she hiding something, or had she been misjudged by everyone? For his eighteenth birthday, he and his friends had gone out drinking away from town. After some time playfully celebrating at the lake, a fight ensued between him and one of his friends, culminating in a chase that led them through the fields late at night. Punches were thrown, scuffles were had, and then keys were stolen and launched into the air, causing the distinct sound of shattering glass in the distance. Already sobering up, the noise brought him back to a heightened attention. He muttered a few obscenities under his breath. He snuck up towards the house as his friends waited at a distance. Somewhat dated, but big and cozy, the house stretched out before him like it was daring him to make it in and out without being noticed. He swallowed nervously as he saw lights on and movement behind some of the curtains. Fortunately, the broken window was on the bottom floor. Quietly, he made his way through an open window at the front of the house, then into the room where the glass lay strewn across the floor. In disbelief, he looked to see no keys in sight. Someone had heard the crash and taken them, he thought. As he turned around and headed for the window again, he saw her standing in the doorway. Dangling from her fingers were the car keys. He froze in his footsteps. "Ma'am, I am so sorry," he pleaded with her. "But please don't tell my parents!" She stood still a moment, then looked slowly at the window and back at him. "I-- I'll clean up the pieces," he said. "Please." "And what about my window?" she asked demandingly. "I can find a way to pay you back." She thought for a minute, then motioned to the next room. "The broom's in the kitchen closet." Without hesitation, he retrieved it and swept up the glass shards. Silently, she watched his every move, like a lionness circling its prey. "C-can I go now, ma'am?" he asked her anxiously. "Will you do one more thing for me?" "But it's my birthday..." "Just one more thing and then you can go." "Yes, anything." He felt his throat closing, and she heard it. In no hurry at all, she walked over to the couch, sat down gracefully and fixated her eyes on him. His cheeks began to turn pink, and she saw it. "Come here and kneel down." His heart pounding in his chest, he walked to where she sat and knelt next to her. She looked deep into his eyes. "Pull down your pants and bend over my lap." A stuttered, embarrassed breath came from him. His hands shaking, he unzipped his pants, pulled them down with his underwear and laid across her lap. Her eyes flashed with a glimmer of surprise and excitement. "You pulled down your underwear, too. What a good boy." The sound of her words was like music to his ears. Though his pulse quickened, his body relaxed, his nerves calmed, and he inadvertently let out a pleasant sigh as he felt her hand gently glide over his bare bottom. "You're 18 today, aren't you, little boy?" she asked. "Yes, Ma'am," he answered, wondering how she knew his age. "Then let's have you count down for me." Her left hand pressed down lightly on his back, she raised her right hand and brought it down hard for a firm smack on his ass. He grunted a humiliated and astonished moan. He couldn't believe she was doing this, and he couldn't believe how much he liked it. "One," he counted. Eighteen spankings later and his butt was red as an apple. She hadn't been gentle. With a grin, she admired her work, tenderly massaging his naked behind. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay on her lap until there was nothing left for her to smack. Finally, she pulled up his underwear and his pants, and sent him on his way. "Thank you, Ma'am," he said as he headed to the door. She didn't say a word as she saw him out. Their eyes locked and he knew. His bottom stung as he rejoined his friends and went about the rest of his night. - One morning she answered the door to find him standing there, ever so slightly twichting. His face was older and hairy, his body now toned and strong, and all he had with him were the clothes on his back, and a duffle bag of belongings. She knew why he was there. She let him twitch nervously for another couple moments as she looked him over. It had been three long years. "Hello, boy," she said at last. He smiled, rejoicing inside that she remembered him, and then promptly dropped to his knees on her doorstep. "I've tried," he managed to speak. "I've tried. I went off to university. I went to work in factories and stores. I joined a church group. I tried to be normal, to have a normal life and normal relationships. I tried to get you out of my head. I tried to tell myself I was just young and foolish. I tried to tell myself you were bad for me." She watched him carefully, waiting for the rest to come out. "The truth is," he admitted, "I'm bad for myself. I've done what I thought I needed, and failed. I tried to be something I'm not. I've got nothing left but this. You brought one of my dreams to life, and you've been in all my dreams ever since. I know next to nothing about you, or about what you want, except for that one night. You seemed to know me. Please - Ma'am - will you take me? Let me learn to serve you?" After a brief silence, she leaned in to look him in the eyes and spoke. "You don't have any idea what I want. You have no idea if it will scare you, make you hateful, or depress you. I will put your ass to work. I will dominate you in ways you'll find embarrassing and emasculating. You won't have anything normal here to worry about. You will be just as much my property as this house is my property. And you want that privilege, boy?" "Yes, Ma'am," he responded without delay. "Nothing would make me happier. Nothing has made me happier than that short time when I was yours." She felt a fire well up inside her. It wasn't compassion. It wasn't pity. It wasn't love. She had her prey cornered, practically in her jaws now. She felt elation at the thought of stripping him down to his bare soul and devouring him with her power. She would break him, remake him, and have herself a new house slave. "Then listen well," she instructed him. "The yard around the house needs weeding and the plants need watering. The gutters also need to be cleaned and the shed needs a new coat of paint. So you will hand your bag and your clothing over to me. All of it. Then you will get to work in your birthday suit. I will be sitting out on the patio on the side of the house, reading and occasionally watching. When you're done, you will come to me. You will address me as your Lady or Lady Heather. You are not to set foot inside the house until you've done so." Immediately, he stood up, removed his shoes and his clothing, and handed her all of it with the duffle bag. "Be grateful it's breezy and overcast today," she said with a smile, as she took his things from him. Then he was off, doing as he'd been told. She stood in the doorway watching for a minute. He looked rugged and handsome walking across the lawn naked, his bare ass bouncing as he moved. She grit her teeth gently. Later, she decided, he would be cleaned, shaved everywhere but his eyebrows, and he'd begin his transition into being her ball-less little bitch boy. Once his things were put away, she took a book and went to her lawn chair on the patio. There he was, silently and obediently pulling up weeds. When she finished a couple chapters, he had moved on to watering the plants. Another couple chapters and the gutters were being cleaned. As he got around to painting the shed, she took him a glass of water and stood by watching him as he worked. The predator in her wanted to attack him, press him up against the shed and tear into his bare flesh as the paint made him even more of a mess. Gathering herself together, she walked back to the patio and continued reading. Eventually he came to where she was sitting and announced that he had finished. Commanding him to follow, she walked calmly around the house, checking his work. He almost hoped that others were watching as she led him about. Finally, she turned back to him and spoke. "Good boy. Come inside and go hop in the shower upstairs." Quiet as a mouse, he marched upstairs and showered, making doubly sure he had cleaned every inch of himself for her. Meanwhile, she began setting up downstairs: towels, razors, waxing strips, and more. She turned the lights down low for a moody atmosphere and turned the air to a cool temperature that she knew would make him very aware of his vulnerable state. When she was ready, she called out to him in a sweet and playful tone of voice: "Bitch, bring your naked behind down here when you're dried off." Moments later and he was smooth as a baby's bottom from head to toe. He felt even more exposed, with the breezy air licking his skin to remind him from time to time. Then she presented the pink lace panties he was to wear, and he realized that he'd only just begun to understand what being exposed to her would actually mean. He blushed, and promptly slid them on. "Clean the windows," Lady Heather ordered, "and vaccuum the carpets down here, and when you've done that, you're going to get on your hands and knees and scrub the tile floor in the kitchen. I will be upstairs waiting when you're finished." He set to work. Periodically, she came down to monitor his progress, particularly to see him scrub the floors with his ass sticking up, freshly cleaned and shaven, wearing her pink panties. It was dark by the time he finished, and he wearily went up to find her in the bedroom. She wore a pair of panties and a thin white shirt accentuating her ample breasts. Knowing she had worn down any resistance he might have left, she ordered him to lose the panties and bend over the bed. He watched her walk over with something he knew was going to restrain him and humiliate him. Yet he found himself without energy, emptied of anxiety. He moaned as she pushed the first part of the device into his asshole, and he sighed as she slid the second part over his tired cock and clamped it into place. "This is it," he thought silently to himself. "There's no turning back now. She owns you. And she's going to use you like she pleases." She cuffed his hands behind his back. A shiny key dangled in front of his face. He became excited, but had nowhere to go. She pushed the plug on his new belt a little deeper into his anus and he let out a somewhat discomforted, quiet grunt. "When you were on my lap that night," she teasingly whispered in his ear, "did you ever think you might one day have your cock locked away and your ass stretched and trained for what will certainly be a lot of penetration to come?" He inhaled with a nervous thrill before answering. "No, Lady Heather. All I could think then was how I wanted to be yours. How I wanted to lay on your lap forever. I wished I'd stumbled up to your house a long time ago, that you'd have raised me to be your cub." She stood motionless for a moment. Reaching out her hand slowly, she stroked the back of his head and looked him over. Her heart fluttered at his words; she knew she had won her prey. Now it was time to feast. "You're my cub now, boy," she growled at him, yanking him back by his hair. "And you've been caught by a real predator." As her teeth sank into his exposed neck, his eyes widened and he let out a startled gasp. Lady Heather sat down before him on the bed, eagerly soaking up the deer-in-the-headlights look across his face. She grabbed his head in both arms and licked up the side of his neck all the way to his forehead. He could hear her panting softly, her lips against his ear. The panting turned into chuckling while her hand fondled the locked cock between his legs. "You know you're entirely at my mercy," she moaned in a deep voice. "You came to my door like a wounded little gazelle, and I let you think it was safe here." Silently, she scanned his face with her eyes. He was frightened, yet mesmerized by her. To him, she looked like a hungry animal, ready to knock him down and tear him limb from limb. With his heart pounding inside his chest, he managed to speak and surprise her. "Who isn't safe when they're owned by a lioness?" The fire welled up inside her again. She grabbed him by the hair, pushed him back, and locked a collar around his neck. Bending over to look him in the eye, she hooked the leash onto the collar ring. "You're safe because your lioness has you neutered, little bitch. I've taken your manhood and locked it up. I'm going to fuck your asshole more than most pussies get fucked in their entire lives. And I'm going to make damn sure that you always feel and know you are my cub. If you even start to think of yourself as a man, if you forget that your balls belong to me, I will put you down in a heartbeat and leave the vultures hungry." Now he felt frozen still. With a yank of the leash, he came stumbling towards her on his knees. Slowly and sensually, she pulled off her shirt. His cock pressed against the confines of its cage. She brought his head to her bare chest and ran her fingers through his hair. "Your little dick is going to be kept restrained a lot," Lady Heather told him. "You're going to learn to worship and please me for its own sake before I allow you any fun. Let's see you suckle my tits like a good cub. While you do so, think about how small you are." He pressed his lips to her nipples and passionately kissed them. He licked with his tongue. He closed his mouth around them and pleased her. "Think about how lost you'd be without me. Think about how you belong to me. How I am your life now. How you're obediently on your knees." Her moans and sighs became more frequent, interrupting her instruction. "Think of how-- you long to please-- me. Think-- about-- how you-- love your-- place!" "My place is at your feet, my Lady!" he exclaimed and fell on her lap. Breathing deeply, she took his leash and led him to bed. Putting her shirt on again, she laid down, holding him in her arms, occasionally and gently running her hands over his chastity cage and the butt plug he wore to sleep. His ass was deliciously round and smooth for her. His body was worked and rugged, lying naked in her bed. She felt victorious, triumphant. "You aren't going anywhere now, my little cub," she whispered softly. "Mama's got you in her claws."