The Politician's Secret: Part 3 (Patreon)

Harvey’s fingers moved almost on their own as he finished stripping. Every button, every zipper gave way under the weight of Anna’s commanding stare. He felt the air of the office kiss his bare skin, yet the real heat came from the way she watched him—smug, hungry, already certain he would obey.

The flat steel cage sat snug around his cock and balls, and the pink plug still hummed deep inside him, a constant reminder of how far she had already taken control.

Anna stepped in close. The leather of her jacket creaked softly. She took his wrists, pulled them behind his back, and clicked the cuffs shut with a decisive snap. The cold metal bit into his skin. Next came the thick black collar; she buckled it tight around his throat, then clipped the leash to the front ring. One sharp tug and he stumbled forward like a pet.

“Sit,” she ordered, pushing him down into his own leather chair. The seat felt cool against his naked ass. Anna turned, lifted the hem of her tight top, and dropped her thick, juicy ass straight onto the cage. The unyielding steel pressed hard against his swollen flesh.

She ground slowly, deliberately, letting her full weight mash his trapped cock while she leaned back and brushed her plump lips along his neck.

“Good boy,” she purred between soft kisses. “Such a good, obedient boy for Mistress.”

Her hand slipped into her jacket pocket. The plug inside him suddenly surged, vibrating faster and deeper against his prostate. Harvey’s hips jerked uselessly. Clear fluid leaked from the tiny slit at the front of the cage, dripping down over the steel and onto the chair. Anna felt the warm droplets against her latex-covered ass and laughed, low and throaty.

“Already leaking for me? Pathetic little senator.” She rocked her hips again, smearing the mess across the cage while the plug pulsed relentlessly. “You love this, don’t you? You love giving up every bit of power to a woman you just met.”

Harvey’s mind spun. He had never felt so exposed, so completely owned. Every grind of her ass, every teasing kiss, every mocking word sank deeper into him. He wanted more. He wanted to please her. The thought of resisting barely formed before it dissolved under another slow roll of her hips.

After several long minutes she stood, yanked the leash upward, and pulled him to his feet. With another firm tug she bent him over her knee, his cuffed wrists trapped behind him and his locked cock dangling uselessly. Her palm came down hard on his bare ass—sharp, stinging slaps that echoed in the quiet office.

“Naughty boy,” she scolded, each word punctuated by another firm spank. “Naughty, needy boy who can’t stop thinking about his Mistress.”

Harvey’s cock throbbed violently inside the cage, leaking steadily now. Every slap sent fresh heat through his body and straight to his denied shaft.

He had never been so turned on by anyone. The sting of her hand, the weight of her authority, the way she spoke to him like he already belonged to her—it all combined into a dizzying rush.

Between strikes Anna spoke, voice calm and certain. “My name is Mistress Anna. I have a thing for powerful men like you—senators, judges, police chiefs. I love locking them up, making them leak, and reminding them who’s really in charge.” Her hand landed again, harder, leaving a bright red print across his ass cheek.

“And you, Senator Lusk, are going to be one of my favorites. You’re already falling so nicely under my spell. Soon you won’t even think about saying no.”

Harvey moaned softly, the sound slipping out before he could stop it. His ass burned, his cock strained, and every pulse of the plug pushed him deeper into helpless arousal. He was hers, and the knowledge only made him harder.

Anna’s fingers wrapped around the base of the pink plug still buried inside Harvey. She twisted it slowly, then began to work it in and out with deliberate, shallow strokes. Each push pressed the rounded tip against his prostate, sending fresh pulses of pleasure through his locked cock.

“Listen to you,” she said, voice low and mocking. “Moaning like a desperate little slut while I fuck your ass with this toy. You’re supposed to be a senator, but look at you—naked, cuffed, and leaking all over my boots.”

She pulled the plug almost all the way out, then shoved it back in harder. Harvey’s hips jerked. Clear fluid continued to drip from the tip of the flat steel cage, running down his balls and splattering across the black latex stretched tight over her thighs.

Anna gave his ass another sharp slap. The sound cracked through the office. “Every drop you leak belongs to me now. You’re going to make such a mess on my boots, aren’t you? Pathetic.”

Another firm spank landed on the opposite cheek, then another. Harvey’s skin burned. His cock strained uselessly inside the cage, drooling more pre-cum that soaked into the front of her pants and dripped onto the polished leather of her boots.

She worked the plug faster, twisting it with each thrust. “You love this. You love being reduced to nothing but a dripping, obedient toy for a woman you barely know. Say it.”

“I… I love it, Mistress,” Harvey gasped, voice shaking.

Anna laughed softly and delivered one last stinging spank before pulling the plug free. She set it aside, then helped him off her lap with surprising gentleness, guiding his cuffed body down until he knelt on the carpet.

She settled back into his leather chair, crossed her legs, and lifted one boot toward his face. The leather glistened with his own leaking mess.

“Clean it,” she ordered. “Lick every drop you spilled on my boots. Show me how grateful you are.”

Harvey leaned forward, tongue extended. He dragged it slowly along the toe of her boot, tasting the salty tang of his own pre-cum mixed with the faint scent of leather and latex. Anna watched him with a satisfied smile, occasionally flexing her foot so the sole pressed against his lips.

“That’s it, Senator. Lick it all up like the needy little boot slut you are. You used to stand on stages giving speeches, and now you’re on your knees cleaning cum off a stranger’s boots. How far you’ve fallen already.”

She pressed the heel against his tongue, forcing him to lick along the side where more of his mess had run down. “Keep going. I want them spotless. And while you do, remember who owns that useless cock now. Every time you leak, every time you ache, it’s because I allow it.”

Harvey’s tongue worked steadily, cleaning the leather with long, obedient strokes while Anna continued to degrade him in that calm, certain tone. His face burned with humiliation, yet his cock throbbed harder inside the cage with every degrading word.

Anna rose smoothly from the leather chair, her latex pants creaking softly as she moved. She stepped behind Harvey and unfastened the cuffs first, letting his wrists fall free. Then her fingers worked at the collar buckle, sliding the leather away from his throat. The leash clinked as she coiled it and set both items on his desk.

"I’ll send you an invitation to my dungeon in a few weeks," she said, her tone casual, almost businesslike. "Get used to that cage. It’s going to be on a lot longer than you think." She winked, then turned and walked to the door without another glance. The lock clicked behind her.

Harvey stayed on his knees, naked, the flat steel cage still locked tight around his cock. His ass burned from the spanking, the skin hot and tender. The pink plug remained seated inside him, a constant reminder of her control. He swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Mistress."

The words left his mouth as a soft whimper. He remained there for several long minutes, listening to the distant sounds of the building settling around him, feeling the weight of the cage and the fullness in his ass. His cock tried to swell, pressing uselessly against the steel, leaking another thin strand that dripped onto the carpet between his knees.