The Little Bird 2/3

In his best friend’s bedroom, holding the leash of a mostly naked girl, Jason listened for the slamming of the apartment door.

When the sound came he closed his eyes and thought deeply about his situation.

He was still high on the kisses of his first date with a pretty girl. His body was still primed to fuck. In his hand was the leash of a girl who had been kept in a cage consensually, made to masturbate, but not come, every few hours, and who was now ordered to do anything he wanted.

A slow electric feeling flooded his veins. Power. Power, desire, and confusion.

He looked down at her, kneeling at his feet. She was a pretty thing, oval face dominated by wide eyes amplified by thick black eye makeup that came to winged points. Her lips were fat and perfectly painted as well, a dark matte red.

“Anything you want.”

The words echoed in his head as his eyes ran over the girl’s neck, her shoulders, her naked breasts.

He felt the need to test the power he had been given. He reached down rather suddenly and grabbed the girl’s right breast. He marveled at the softness and the titillation of doing something sexual with a stranger.

She didn’t really react, she only pushed her chest out to give him better access to her body. It was so different than fooling around with a date. This girl was like a toy, a doll, an object for him to use.

It felt good to have power over something beautiful. He sighed deeply and pulled her up by her leash. Touching her and looking at her was one thing. He felt like he wanted something intimate. He wanted to see if she was really his.

“Kiss me,” he said as he leaned down.

She looked up at him through her thick lashes and then pounced, her lips soft and her mouth hungry.

Frankly he wasn’t ready for the kiss. He had been making out with his date for hours and yet this was a completely different and wildly passionate sensation. Her tongue in his mouth and her hands on his chest made his mind momentarily go blank. Her lips were agonizingly soft, sparking a need in him that was rough and dark.

He pulled her away by her leash, pushing her roughly when she seemed unwilling to break the kiss. She kneeled on the bed biting her lip, panting, and waited for his command.

“Lay back, spread your legs,” he said evenly.

Though there was no commanding tone to his voice, yet she jumped to follow his order quickly.

She fell back on the bed, on her back with her legs open and spread, bent at the knees.

Her pussy was shaved or waxed, looking as if it never had hair. Her lips were swollen, reddened, still aroused and engorged by her earlier torment with the vibrator.

“Touch yourself,” he said, still in a quiet tone.

She let her legs fall even farther open, her eyes on his as her fingers moved between her legs.

Her skin was a soft light brown, creamy and smooth, as she split the lips between her legs Jason groaned with want. Soft coral and rose pink, wet and vivid, shown as she dipped a finger in.

He watched her writhe a bit, her finger dipping again into wetness and her other hand moving to play with her clit. As he watched he wondered what brought her to that place in her life. How did she come to meet Ray and how she ended up in his bird cage in the closet and where one would even buy a cage like that? And how did she really feel about being loaned out to her “owner’s” friend.

She moaned as she got more into what she was doing, her eyes unfocused and her hands moving quickly.

He wanted to get in her head, but he guessed her mouth and her cunt were all her really had permission to use.

“Stop,” he commanded, and she did.

“Spread your pussy wider, show me every bit of you,” he said, standing and taking off his jeans as she did.

He marveled at the sight. Usually when he had sex with someone, like his ex-girlfriend, there were moments when he saw all of her, all the hidden bits, but not like that. Not exposed so completely.

Her pussy was fat. Thick outer lips, a ruddy rose. The inner lips somewhat small and a lighter pink. She pulled the lips wide apart and he saw everything.

“Now turn around, spread your ass.”

She jumped up, rolling over, sticking out her wonderfully round ass and spreading it as much as she could. As she did, she pressed her face into the bed, though he could see her cheeks turning red.

“Spank yourself.”

And she did, once, twice, three times, again. He smiled at that. He could see her handprints on her ass.

“Say dirty things while you spank and finger yourself.”

She met his eyes from over her shoulder as she spanked herself with one hand and slipped her other hand between her legs again.

“Stupid, dirty, little fuck hole,” she said, each word emphasized by a smack.

“All I am good for is a warm wet tight place for boys to come. All I am is a toy. A little fuck pet kept in a cage. An object to get passed around to my owners friends.”

Jason watched, rapt, impressed, hard.


She did. Her hands went to her thighs, squeezing and releasing as she panted.

Jason watched her as he took off his socks and boxer shorts. There was something odd about being naked in front of someone he had only met less than an hour before, but it was less odd than he would have imagined. Part of him had stop thinking of her as a person. She was just a pet, a toy, a little bird temporarily let out of its cage.

He wondered exactly how fucked up that line of logic was.

He got onto the bed, naked. More naked than the little bird, who was wearing those long socks and her little ribbon collar.

“Do you want to come?” he asked her.

She nodded her head emphatically.

“You can come if you can make yourself come on my cock,” he explained.

“My owner told his property that she could only come after you do, sir,” she reminded him.

Jason laughed. The whole protocol was so alien to him, but he liked how adamantly she abided by it.

“Well I guess you have your work cut out for you then,” he said, laying back folding his arms under his head and trying to relax.

Her eyes narrowed. She got up, went to a drawer, brought over a little pink box. From it she took out a condom. She kneeled next to Jason and for the first time since their kiss she touched him.

Her warm hands on his cock, then her pretty mouth. She sucked his half hard cock with such skill that his eyes closed and he let out a long low moan. She worked him with her hand and mouth and when he felt his body nearing the edge, she slipped the condom on.

She mounted him, throwing a leg over him and settling her small form down, guiding his cock into her as she sank down on him.

Jason’s hands went to her hips. She was on top, but he was in control. He pushed and pulled her on top of him, his hips pistoning up. She was tight and slick and her mouth was a little O as she moaned and whimpered.

She knew how to steady herself on her knees and let him push up against her. Her eyes closed and her hands went to her own breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Then all he knew was the tightness of her, the smell of her body, soap and sweat and pussy, the feel of her wetness on his thighs, the sound of her moans and little bird whimpers.

The frustration of the night made his orgasm sneak up on him fast. Looking up at this stranger, this little sex slave, this woman he had never imagined could exist, made his pained balls tighten and the muscles in his stomach tense and then electricity flashed behind his eyes. He came hard, painfully, cathartically, as she rode him.

After he came, he felt her gently dismount him. She took the condom off. She cleaned him off with a soft rag. It was an indulgence he had never experienced before and it left him feeling languid and pampered.

He looked at her as she kneeled on the bed, biting her lip, waiting.

“You want to come so badly, don’t you?” he asked with a mocking laugh.

She nodded quickly.

Jason considered this. There was such a longing in her eyes. It seemed beyond a natural hunger. Her body shook with need. It had been primed over and over again. She had been fucked and not given release. Yet there seemed to be a pleasure in it all for her. The humiliation and control of a desire denied amplifying said desire.

It was something to watch.

“How much of a slut are you?” he asked with a cruel laugh.

She shrugged, looking down ashamed.

Laying on the bed he reached for her leash. He pulled her to him until she was straddling his knee.

He lifted his leg slightly so that his knee was pressed into her wet pussy. She ground on it slowly.

“You have to use my knee. Can you rub like a good girl?” he asked with a cruel bend to his voice.

She seemed confused about how it might actually work, but she tried almost immediately. On her knees and pushing her hips back and forth, Jason felt her wet pussy slipping against his knee.

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” he asked.

She nodded, not opening her eyes, never stopping her grinding.

It went on and on, her grinding becoming faster, her whimpers becoming more and more desperate. After a while Jason laughed.

“Not enough stimulation, huh?”

She let out a sob and shook her head.

“Hm, there is that vibrator I saw,” he said, looking over at the cage.

She looked up at him through her thick lashes and nodded.

“Seems too easy though, doesn’t it?” he laughed.

She pouted and cut her eyes at him. Then she looked down at his cock, once again hard.

He laughed again.

“I guess you deserve to come, but how can I make it entertaining for me?” he said standing up and looking around the room.

He changed after he came. He was more comfortable with the strange situation. He got off the bed and fished the vibrator out of the cage. He grabbed the girl by her hair and pushed her onto the bed. He roughed her up, slapping her ass, grabbing her tits, smiling as three of his fingers pushed into her wet cunt.

He was so engaged he almost didn’t hear the front door open.

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