The Pony Transformation

Where are We Going?

"What the fuck!" He silently thought to himself as he sat up quickly in bed. The girl seemed unfazed, still asleep next to him as he yanked off the white bedsheet, revealing his full body. As he looked down, he started to sweat nervously. His dick had been covered, more like forcefully covered, by a metal chastity cage, complete with a small bronze padlock. It was made up of several small bars, and a thick metal ring behind his balls keeping it attached to him. He quickly reached down, toying trying to free himself from the contraption. He had seen a cage a couple times online, but he never knew what it was fully for or felt like. Johnathan was pretty vanilla in his tastes, so this went far outside the reaches of the internet porn he viewed.

As he shifted and moved the metal, he inadvertently was running his fingers against his needy member, which sort of turned him on. His cock throbbed gently behind the bars of the cage, slowly growing till it was painfully and frustratingly pressing against the metal tip of the chastity device. He gently sighed, trying to think of what he was going to do. His bids of trying to remove the cage soon turned into bids of trying to get pleasure through the thick device, as he rubbed the small parts of his member he could see through the metal bars and tilted his head back. He could barely feel a thing, but those subtle touches were causing him to throb and press harder against his little prison. As he got more turned on, the cage got more and more painful as his cock tried to fight and grow against the unwavering metal. He let out a soft grunt of frustration, removing his hand, seeing as it was going nowhere and there was no chance at all he could cum like this. He decided to wake up the girl next to him to see if she knew anything about the strange device locking away his sex, but as he turned his head, she was already up, smiling gently against the pillow as she watched him.

"What the fuck did you put on me?" He asked angrily, looking down at her as she slowly brushed her locks of black hair off her face. "Oh, you mean the cage? Gosh you really don't remember what happened last night do you?" She smirked again as she sat up, her eyes still locked to his. Her voice was soft, but there was something intimidating, sexy behind it. "Well what you're wearing is a chastity cage, it's supposed to prevent you from having sex, getting hard, or cumming at all." He looked up at her questioningly, his mind growing with frustration as he spoke to her, slowly standing up and getting out of her bed, "Why the fuck did you put it on me?! Do you at least have the keys so I can remove this lock?!" Her expression didn't change, standing strong against his frustrated words as she spoke, still lying comfortably in bed, "I wouldn't have slipped it on you while you were drunk if I didn't want you to wear it. If you want the keys back you better do exactly what I tell you, cause that cage would be an embarrassing thing to tell the locksmith..."  He looked at her a bit scared, crossing his arms as he stood facing the bed naked, except for the weighty cage pulling his member down. He realized she held all the cards, there was no way to get this thing removed without humiliating himself, so maybe he should listen. Besides, he was super horny, and maybe she had something fun planned. Little did he know how wrong he was.

She stood up out of bed, stretching with her back to Johnathan. His eyes immediately went to her rounded, perfect ass as his cage throbbed, sending a painful wave through his body. She grabbed some underwear from the floor, slowly pulling her lacy red panties up, and then proceeded to put a matching red lacy bra on. Johnathan stood there watching silently, every move turning him on and causing his cage to go tighter as her body shined in the morning sunlight. She turned and faced him, speaking with a bit of annoyance, "what are you doing standing there, grab me some clothes and let's get going." He looked at her, stunned for a second but quickly grabbing her some black leggings. He didn't even realize it, but she was already breaking him in, he was following what she said without question, knowing she had all the power and control over him and more importantly his locked member. "What about clothes for me? I can't find the ones I had last night." His voice quivered with nerves as he spoke to her as she slipped on the pair of leggings, "First of all, when you speak to me, I think you should call me mistress, since as of now I control if that little cock ever sees the light of day... and secondly, for where we're going, you won't need any clothes" she smirked and continued to get dressed, leaving that statement hanging in the air. He responded quickly, getting more and more angered by his predicament. But there was something else there; it wasn't just the girl changing in front of him turning him on anymore, but the feeling of control, the fact that she had all the cards and could use him and his body however she wanted. He liked that feeling oddly enough, he liked being under her thumb and he was almost warming up to the cage.

"What the fuck do you mean I won't need clothes? And I'm not calling you mistress, you know how humiliating that is??" She sighed, tying her hair up in a ponytail with a hair tie on her nightstand. She was wearing a full athletic workout set, the leggings from earlier and a matching black sports bra. She spoke in an intimidating tone, seeing how far she could push the boy already, "Guess you don't want the cage off after all... oh and just something to think about, will calling me mistress be more humiliating than having a locksmith cut that off your exposed cock?" He looked at her, formulating his response as he sighed, "fine, mistress, where the fuck are we going?"