"Master, I would like a blowjob from a woman in a cage like this, but it would have a hole in the top, where she could stick her head out, and a sliding mechanism that I could lock her neck in place with. That would give me free access to her head for skull fucking." You finish, color draining from your face as you hear what you've said, sickening even yourself. Then more comes to mind. "Also, she'd have a mouth guard in place that would force her jaw open and protect me from her teeth, while leaving her her tongue and lips free to feel my cock. And she'd be amazing at blowjobs even though she's unwilling."
Chandler shakes his head, broad smile on his face, reaching his eyes. "You have the best fantasies, slave. OK-"
You interrupt him. "Master, please, I really need to use the bathroom!" You realize you didn't even object to the blowjob, because you're so broken down that getting to use the bathroom would feel like a victory.
"Oh, right," says Chandler. "Forgot about that yesterday. When you're in the cage, you never have to use the bathroom, it vanishes from your body instead, in a way that is healthy and won't give you surprise health complications."
Your need to use the bathroom vanishes, allowing you to relax a little, until you remember what's coming next.
"You are a master cocksucker, and you're now in a cage with the neck hole and locking mechanism you described, and you have the mouth guard in place, and your head is already sticking up out of the box."
The world shifts again, and now you're kneeling, back raised, with your head looking out of the box. Chandler reaches over before you come to your sense and slides the neck lock in place, trapping you in the uncomfortable position. Your jaw is uncomfortably held open by the mouth guard. You run your tongue along it, and it's soft and squishy, but with enough inner structure to keep you from clamping your jaw down and breaking it.
You look up and see the lust in Chandler's eyes. You try to speak, but it comes out as gibberish thanks to the mouth guard.
Chandler is still naked, and his boner had been rigid since he'd first mentioned a blowjob. He steps a little closer, and the hard cock gets closer and closer to your open mouth. You realize he hasn't even taken a shower since fucking you yesterday, and now your first taste of dick is going to have added flavor.
Chandler rests it on your tongue. You don't lick, or do anything else. He's going to have to order you, you're straight, you aren't about to blow a guy of your own volition. Chandler seems content to wait. You feel his pulse in the throbbing of his cock, lightly tapping your tongue. It fills your mouth, and you can't help but picture being in his place, and seeing your cock fill your slave girl's mouth, seeing it vanish inside her.
Involuntarily, your tongue moves, needing to shift position, and Chandler gasps. You taste something sweet, your roommate and master's precum.
Chandler rubs your hair. "All right slave, give me the best blowjob you can."
With a mouth full of dick, your "Yes, master" is incomprehensible, but you know he understands it anyway.
Skills you didn't know you had come to life as you begin stroking his cock with your tongue, wrapping your lips around it. You can move your head enough to bob on the dick in your mouth, pleasing it with skills granted to you by Chandler's command. There are two halves of your mind now, one repulsed by having a guy's junk in your mouth, and another that perceives every taste of precum as the taste of a job well done, a reward from the hard work you're putting in.
While maintaining your blowjob, your eyes look upward, into Chandler's lusty gaze, as you know that eye contact is an essential part of your task. You make the blowjob as loud as you can, slurping and sucking sounds fill the room. For a moment you're not sure if you should smile or not; would Chandler like it more if you act willing, or unwilling? You settle on a look of hopeless pleading, willing him to see that you don't enjoy this, that you're disgusted by it, all while giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Chandler leans forward, forcing his cock down your throat, and a different instinct takes over, you massage his cock with your tongue while he shoves it deeper into your mouth, until his balls are resting on your chin. You don't need to gag, you're a pro, but you struggle and gag a little anyway to turn him on more.
His balls slap your chin repeatedly and you see him smile down at you. A part of you is still humiliated, embarrassed with each smack of his balls, at the feel of your throat squeezing his cock, at the force with which he's gripping your head in his hands, but it doesn't stop you from doing your best to please him.
With a final shove, Chandler gasps and grunts and finally, unloads his cum down your throat. You feel it shooting down, pooling up in your throat, and you swallow it down.
Chandler leaves his cock in your throat, until you begin to run out of breath, before stepping back. You gasp for breath through your wedged-open mouth.
Chandler rubs your head affectionately. "I think we'll leave this cage here for later." Chandler releases the lock on the mouth guard and pulls it out, and you are able to close your aching jaw.
"Fuck you," you say, but with your new voice, it sounds immature and whiny.
"Thank me for cumming down your throat," Chandler says.
"Thank you, master, for cumming down my throat." Shames washes over you at how much you're humiliating yourself with your own words. Yet wouldn't you love hearing a woman say that to you?
Chandler unlocks your neck, and you pull your head down into the cage, easing the strain on your body. He opens the cage door too, and you crawl out on hands and knees. Chandler gropes your ass as it exits the cage.