The Politician's Secret: Part 4 (Patreon)

Harvey's black sedan pulled up to the curb a block from the warehouse. The driver killed the engine without a word. Harvey thanked him quietly, stepped out, and tugged his coat collar high so it covered his jaw and most of his cheeks.

Head down, shoulders hunched, he walked along the side of the building, boots crunching on loose gravel. Every step made the steel ring of the chastity cage tug at his trapped cock and the thick plug shift inside his ass, sending fresh pulses of need through him. He was already leaking steadily; the cage felt tighter than ever.

He reached a rusted metal door marked only with a small red light above the frame. He knocked once, twice. The door opened inward.

Anna stood in the gap wearing nothing but glossy black latex from neck to ankles. The material clung like a second skin, outlining every curve: heavy breasts lifted and separated by the tight cups, nipples clearly outlined, wide hips tapering to a thick, rounded ass that the latex stretched over like polished obsidian.

Between her breasts hung the familiar silver chain with two small keys dangling against the shiny surface. She looked him over for a long second, then the corner of her mouth lifted.

"Inside," she said.

Harvey stepped through. The door shut behind him with a solid click. The space was dimly lit by red strip lights along the floor. Exposed brick walls, concrete underfoot, the faint smell of rubber and leather. Anna walked ahead without looking back, her latex-covered ass flexing with each step. The keys swayed between her tits.

"Strip," she ordered when they reached a cleared area in the center of the room. A sturdy wooden X-frame stood bolted to the floor, cuffs already hanging from the top and bottom beams.

Beside it was a low bench and a table covered with neatly arranged toys: more plugs, a paddle, a riding crop, a bottle of lube, and a small steel tray holding what looked like sounding rods.

Harvey shrugged off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers trembled. The chastity cage was already straining, his cock trying to swell against the unyielding steel. The plug inside him throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He folded each garment and set them on the bench as instructed, until he stood naked except for the cage and the base of the plug visible between his cheeks.

Anna circled him slowly, running one gloved fingertip along his shoulder, down his spine, and over the curve of his ass. She gave the plug a firm push, making him gasp.

"On your knees," she said.

He dropped. The concrete was cold against his skin. Anna stepped in close so his face was level with her crotch. The latex was seamless there, no zipper, just smooth black shine. She hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his gaze to hers.

"You came here because you want to be owned. Say it."

"I want to be owned," Harvey answered, voice low and hoarse.

Anna smiled wider. She reached down, took the keys from around her neck, and let them dangle in front of his eyes.

"Good boy. Let's see how long you can stay locked while I remind you exactly who controls that cock."

Anna stepped behind him, the latex creaking softly with each movement. She took his wrists one at a time, pulling them back and locking thick leather cuffs around them until his arms were pinned together at the small of his back. Next came the collar: wide, stiff black leather that she buckled snug around his throat. A heavy D-ring sat at the front. She clipped a short leash to it, gave the chain a sharp tug, and winked down at him.

"Follow me," she said.

Harvey rose on shaky legs. The leash stayed taut as she walked ahead, forcing him to keep pace. His bare feet padded across the concrete while the steel cage swung and tugged at his trapped cock. Clear fluid leaked steadily from the tip, leaving a thin trail of droplets on the floor behind him. Every step made the plug shift inside his ass, keeping him painfully hard and dripping.

They entered a larger room lined with black-padded walls and low red lighting. A tall wooden St. Andrew’s cross stood bolted to the center of the floor, restraints already hanging from its beams. Anna unclipped the leash, unlocked the wrist cuffs, and guided his arms up and out until each wrist was buckled high and wide. She spread his ankles next, securing them to the lower beams so his legs were parted and his body fully exposed.

The position left his leaking cock pointing downward. A steady string of precum stretched from the cage slit to the floor, pooling beneath him.

Anna circled once, then brought the riding crop up and snapped it hard across his left ass cheek. The sharp crack echoed off the walls.

Harvey jerked in the restraints and let out a startled yelp.

"Naughty boy," she said, voice low and amused. "Already making a mess on my floor."

Anna circled behind the cross, the latex of her catsuit stretching tight over her hips with every step. She raised the crop and brought it down sharply across his right ass cheek, the leather tip biting into flesh with a crisp crack. Harvey’s body jerked against the restraints.

"What would your voters say if they could see you now?" she asked, voice dripping with mockery. Another strike landed on the left cheek, harder this time. "Senator Lusk, stripped and dripping like a desperate little slut."

The crop snapped again, then again, painting quick red lines across both cheeks. Harvey’s cock strained uselessly inside the cage, a fresh bead of precum swelling at the tip before it fell to join the growing puddle on the floor.

She set the crop aside for a moment and reached around his chest. Cool metal clamps closed over each nipple, the teeth biting down firmly. Harvey gasped as the sudden pinch shot through him. Anna gave the connecting chain a light tug, watching his reaction with a satisfied smile.

"Look at that," she murmured. "Even your nipples get hard for me."

She moved lower, attaching small weights to the ring at the base of his cage. The added pull made his trapped balls ache and his cock twitch harder inside its prison. Every shift of his hips sent the weights swinging gently, tugging with each movement.

Anna picked up the crop once more. It landed in quick succession across both ass cheeks, the strikes coming faster now, leaving stinging heat in their wake. Harvey moaned, the sound mixing with the steady drip of precum hitting the concrete below.

"Such a messy boy," she said between strikes. "Your voters would be so disappointed to see their humble senator leaking all over my dungeon floor."

Anna stepped away from the cross, the sound of her latex suit creaking with each movement. Harvey heard the distinct snap of straps being tightened and buckles clicking into place behind him. His breath came faster, the weights on his cage swinging gently with every small shift of his hips.

She walked around to stand in front of him. The tall black strap-on jutted out from her hips, ten inches of thick, veined silicone that bobbed slightly as she moved. The base pressed against her latex-covered crotch, held tight by the harness straps digging into her wide hips and thick ass. She gripped the shaft with one gloved hand, stroking it slowly while she watched his face.

"Are you ready to be fucked hard, senator?" she asked, her voice low and mocking. She stepped closer, tilting the head of the strapon up until it brushed against his caged cock. The contact made him twitch violently inside the steel.

Harvey’s voice cracked as he answered. "Yes. Please, Mistress. Fuck me. I need it."

She laughed softly and reached up to tug the chain connecting his nipple clamps. The sharp pull sent a jolt straight to his trapped cock. "Look at you. A newly elected senator begging a woman in latex to rail his ass with a strap-on. What would those donors think if they saw you like this?"

"I don’t care," Harvey gasped. His eyes stayed locked on the thick black shaft between her legs. "I need you to fuck me. Please. I’m so fucking horny. I can’t think straight. Just use me."

Anna moved behind him again. She grabbed the base of the plug still seated in his ass and pulled it out in one slow motion. Harvey moaned at the sudden emptiness, his hole clenching around nothing.

"That’s it," she said slapping his ass. “You are going to take every inch like the desperate little slut you are. Beg for it again."

"Please," Harvey choked out. "Fuck me, Mistress. I’m yours. Use my ass."

She pulled the top half of the St. Andrews cross down so he was bent over as she positioned herself behind him with a smile.