John had been looking forward to their vacation to Vegas for months, but as he packed his suitcase, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He noticed that Stacy had packed an entirely separate bag, one that was filled to the brim with her “fantasy clothes” - her sluttiest outfits, including her beloved Wigwam socks, various types of pantyhose, Hooter's outfits, and other provocative items.
He raised an eyebrow as he sifted through the bag’s contents, but before he could say anything, Stacy handed him a chastity cage and whispered in his ear that he needed to put it on and meet her downstairs with the bags.
John’s heart raced as he realized what Stacy had in store for him. He hesitated, but ultimately decided to comply with her demands. As he locked the chastity cage around his cock, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about what was to come.
Downstairs, Stacy was waiting for him, dressed in a tight-fitting top and short skirt. She playfully insulted him, calling him her “little sissy slave” for agreeing to wear the chastity cage. John tried to brush off the insult, but deep down he knew there was some truth to it. He’d always had a submissive streak when it came to Stacy.
Stacy took the bag from John and led him outside to wait for the Uber. She couldn’t resist giving his caged cock a playful squeeze as they walked to the car. As they waited, Stacy continued to tease John, taunting him about his inability to touch himself for the duration of the vacation.
John tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal every time Stacy touched him. The Uber arrived and the couple got in. Stacy continued to tease John, whispering dirty thoughts in his ear and rubbing his caged cock.
John was in a state of constant arousal, his mind racing with thoughts of what Stacy had in store for him. As they arrived at the airport, Stacy leaned in and gave John a deep, passionate kiss. She whispered in his ear that he was in for the vacation of a lifetime.
John could hardly wait. He knew it was going to be a wild and unforgettable trip. The couple checked in for their flight and made their way through security. John couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about the chastity cage, but Stacy assured him that no one would be able to tell.
As they boarded the plane, John took one last look at the bag of slutty clothes. He knew it was going to be a wild ride.
Stacy leaned over and whispered in John's ear, "I can't wait to show you off in Vegas, my little sissy slave. You're going to be the envy of every woman there."
John couldn't help but feel a thrill at her words. He knew that this vacation was going to be unlike anything they'd ever experienced before. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to all the possibilities that lay ahead.
As the plane took off, Stacy's hand found its way to John's caged cock once again. She gave it a playful squeeze, causing John to gasp in pleasure.
"You're mine, all mine," Stacy purred, her breath hot against John's ear.
John could only nod in agreement, his mind and body completely under Stacy's control. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him in Vegas.
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