The Scholarship Pt. 06 – Fetish

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Vanessa realized this new life would take some getting used to. There were many new routines to learn. And so many old habits and routines to be rid of.

The first thing she got rid of – her job. The morning after she moved in, she got up early and took a quick trip into the restaurant at which she worked. Still charged with an unprecedented level of confidence, she wanted to tell her boss off to his face and quit her job in person. The condescending prick seemed ready to unleash on her as soon as she walked in the door. But before he could get a word out, Vanessa balled up the tiny, tight, skimpy outfit in her hands and let it fly into his smug little face. No longer needing to put up with his bullshit… no longer needing to put up with the patrons “accidentally” touching her ass… no longer having the live a tits = tips life… Vanessa never felt more free.

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Six weeks in and Vanessa was quickly settling into her new life. She could wake up casually and her coffee would be brought to her. Her laundry was washed, dried, ironed, and put away without her ever having to give it single wondered. Her meals were prepared, served, and cleaned up without her ever having to lift a finger. Her house was immaculate and all the time neat and tidy. And none of that was her responsibility. The only thing she needed to focus on was herself, her studies, and her happiness. Because all of her other needs were catered to by the naked loser that was locked in her closet.

To create the bond and really establish the power dynamic with a new member in the house, it was decided that Vanessa should hold all of the keys to the cage locked around her loser’s cock. And it was a power she took up with more glee. It wasn’t anything she would have imagined in the past, but now that she absolute power over and, quite literally had the only key to a boy’s access to any sexual pleasure whatsoever let alone even touching his own body… well… she was more and more intoxicated with the idea the more she engaged it. It almost seemed that the longer she kept him locked, the better her own orgasms were. As such, she really didn’t give her loser much time out of that cage. She left his cock under lock and key for pretty much the entirety of the last month and half.

Aside from the daunting task of acclimating to a life of absolute luxury, Vanessa had to go through mountains of paperwork as she was added to numerous accounts, titles, deeds, etc… New credit cards were being processed and new lines of credit were being established at numerous local shops.

And it was that Saturday morning that, after a too long a wait in her comment, Vanessa received the first of what would eventually become many credit cards. They would all be in her name; but they would all be on his dime.

Not having the obligations of cooking, cleaning, or anything other than herself, Vanessa took full benefit of the new benefits she had in life. Coming back into the house in from an invigorating run around the expansive wooded property surrounding the house, she picked up the mail. As she leafed through the mail in the kitchen, in an effort to begin cooling down, she unzipped her hoodie slightly revealing a little bit of the sports bra she was wearing underneath. Wearing a pair of tight running shorts, her legs, bare from upper thigh down to the small white sweat socks and sneakers, were aglow from the blood pumping through them, the cool air of the outside, and the slight sheen of fresh sweat on them. Her hair up in a pony tail, sipping from her water bottle, she almost choked from excitement once she saw the envelope.

“It’s here, loser!” she exclaimed smacking the back of loser’s head with the envelope.

Ever-dutiful, loser was on his hands and knees, already cleaning the floor of the dirt that had fallen from Vanesa’s sneakers when she came back into the house.

Vanessa walked over the freshly-cleaned kitchen floor, tracking dirt back over the spot her servant just tidied. Standing in front of him, she looked down at loser – he was wearing naught but the cage on his cock and the collar around his neck. She loved the rush of power she was feeling standing over him like this.

Stepping on the back of his hand with her dirty sneakers “You do such a good job taking care of my house, loser. But today, you’re going to take care of me.”

With her foot pressing down on his hand, loser stopped his toiling. “yes, Princess” he replied, not allowing gaze to move up past her shins.

Leaving her one foot on his hand, Vanessa put her other foot up on loser’s back and started undoing the laces. One sneaker quickly off, she left the sneaker atop loser’s back and switched feet. Satisfied at the groan of discomfort coming from beneath her – she took a little longer with the second. She knew that groan indicated the tightening of the locked cage around his cock.

Once both sneakers we off, she left them on losers back.

Knowing loser’s field of vision was affixed on her feet and their damp socks, Vanessa wiggled her toes. “Put those away, loser. Then meet me in the living room” she instructed. And as she walked out of the kitchen, she punctuated the humiliation with one final opinion “And, by the way, loser… you missed a spot” she teased, giggling to herself and pointing to the spots she just re-dirtied. “Your laziness will only cost you later.”

Looking at the spots he had just cleaned now dirty again, loser hung his head in defeat. But he knew not to dig his hole deeper so he crawled his way to the mudroom with Princess’s sneakers on his back.

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“You’re waaaaay too slow, loser!” Vanessa chided as loser crawled his way into the living room. Now that her sneakers were away in the mudroom, loser thought what awaited him next. But what he saw left him with only one guess.

Vanessa was sitting comfortably on the couch, laptop open upon the pillow in her lap. She was also now wearing a pair of loose, light sweat pants over her running shorts. She must have thrown those on when she went to retrieve her laptop. Loser somehow felt even more naked now. The shorts Vanessa was in earlier was, by far, the closest to what may be considered undressed that loser had seen ANY woman in the last ten years. Though he only looked from her shins down, it was still an incredibly rare treat though short lived.

Vanessa brought him back to this reality as she snapped her fingers and pointed at the spot on the floor in front of her.

Laying on his back in the spot indicated, loser took his place. And as he took his place, so did Vanessa’s feet. Still in their damp, dirty, sweaty socks, one foot rested on loser’s upper abdomen; her other foot smothered her captive’s mouth leaving enough room to breathe, but ensuring each inhale would be saturated with her scent.

“I’m going shopping, loser.” Vanessa informed the prone subject beneath her feet. “You will stroke that metal cage as though it were your cock” she informed him smugly.

“I was originally planning to unlock you for this. But seeing as how you missed all those spots on the kitchen floor earlier, you lost your shot at getting unlocked.”

The weight of those words coursed through Vanessa’s legs, into her feet, and crushed down on loser. He knew it was absolutely unfair. He hasn’t been out of the cage for anything but hygiene in the last month and half. He was desperate to touch his cock again. But he also knew there was no use objecting.

“Yes, Princess” he acceded, muffled by Princess’s damp sock on his mouth.

Vanessa couldn’t help but do a little dance in her seat upon the couch as she started shopping. She was downright giddy. And she knew the movements would drive loser absolutely bonkers.

She looked down as she waited for the website to load. Loser was already stroking the cage on his cock. Vanessa was surprised to see the encased cock was actually responding inside its cell.

“Today’s shopping, loser… lingerie. Pajamas… bras… panties” she informed her footrest in a manner of almost musing to herself whimsically. But she knew what that tone would do him. She let those words penetrate their way into his desperate, little brain.

The groan of desperation she got in return started all fluids flowing and set off a great tingling between her thighs. She was gonna have to be careful or she would cum right there on the couch. Gods she loved doing this to him!

She navigated her way to the bra section to begin her search.

“So many options a woman could go mad. Push up, balconette, strapless, underwired… too many to choose from. I’ll just need to get some of each, I suppose

“And… y’know… I’ve never been able to afford anything beyond the cheapest, most-generic store-brand underwear before, loser. So, I think starting right now with balconette bras, I will sort by price. DESCENDING” making sure to emphasize that last word. “Let’s just see what your money can actually buy me”

“… oh! This one! Oh yes! This is exquisite!” she delighted. “I would show you the picture… but” her tone shifted to a pitying one “but you’re not allowed to see women in their underwear, are you?” she teased.

“no, Princess” came the response from the face under her foot.

“Add to cart… $405. Wow!” She was a bit shocked herself. “$405 for one bra. I’m not used to paying a tenth of that for mine. This is sure gonna add up quick, loser” she remarked while applying a little more pressure onto loser’s face with her foot. The whimper she got in response confirmed that the line was set.

“Do you think I would look better in black, red, or white?” she asked knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from imagining her in her underwear. She also knew that since he wasn’t allowed to see women in their underwear, he would start beating himself up internally for having done so. A process that would only drive him deeper.

From beneath her feet, stroking his cage instead of his cock, he felt the swelling start. Despite not being able to touch himself, he was still getting harder and harder in the confines of the cage. “Black” he uttered, but the response was stifled by Princess’s powerful feet.

“You’ll have to speak up, loser. I cannot hear you. But I think you said one of each. And, at $405 apiece, that is quite generous of you.” She had heard his response, but there was no way he was going to have any say in any of this. She only put the options out there to see which of those colors he liked more. And only so she could use it against him later.

She made a mental note “black” as she looked down at her slave. His cock was now so hard in its cage that it was filling the entire thing; some of his cock was even poking out a little between the metal bars. The hook is in, she thought.

“Hmmm… I’ll also need some panties to match. What do you think about thongs, loser?” Vanessa queried, not really caring about his opinion.

Loser couldn’t help but let loose a muffled cry when she said the word. The internal struggle he was fighting was raging. Tears were already starting to form in eyes. And, to be fair, tears were also starting to run down from the tip of his caged cock.

“$215 each. And, of course, one in each color. Can not have mismatched sets, you know” she said giggling to herself watching to number in the cart just climb higher.

“But those were just the suggested matching panties. Let’s see what the most expensive thongs are!” suggested Vanessa wholly acknowledging to cruelty of what she was door to this poor boy’s bank account. “$300 each for these. Oh. Oh! And, loser! Guess whaaaaaat!” she all but sang at the helpless figure beneath her.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. FIVE COLORS!” she counted off as she added one of each color to her shopping cart. A starburst of tingles launched through her entire body with each click. Fuck this was making her horny!

Composing herself “now… for the matching bra for those panties” Vanessa narrated, taking another peek at the condition of her slave’s cock. A beautiful deep purple, it was probably the most valiant effort it’s ever made to break free of the cage. But, like all other times before, there it would stay. Unsatisfied in its prison.

She continued “don’t worry, though, loser. These bras aren’t $405 like the last one. These gorgeous underwire bras are only gonna run you… $500 each!” she was thrilled to report. She couldn’t believe the running total so far. Her entire wardrobe before the scholarship probably didn’t reach the same dollar value. But now, just eight sets of matching bra and panties sets were already up to well over $5,000.

And she was just getting started!

She continued shopping and found the most expensive underwire bra on the site – coming in at $650 piece in three colors. Adding matching briefs for $200 a piece, throwing in two robes at almost $2,000 each, and some pajamas for $3,000, Vanessa almost came when she read the day’s final total to the loser trapped under her feet.

“$15,740, loser!” she said, admittedly a bit inebriated from the experience. She could hear the sobs coming from the floor. But she was too turned on to care. “And that’s just for less than two weeks’ worth of my lingerie;” she piled on “just you wait until I begin buying full outfits!”.

“And just think… with the little debt deal you’re in now, you’ll need to borrow that all from Leila. And then you’ll have to pay HER back with interest.” Vanessa said, reminding him of the new deal Leila had put in place with the power of attorney she had.

“All the underwear is mine. All the money is hers. And ALL the debt is yours.”

With that last line, she felt a wave shoot over her. She needed to cum. NOW!

“Loser… sweetie… fun time for you is over now. STOP touching that cage” she ordered.

Immediately, his hands released the steel bars of the penis prison. The cage, however, and the cock inside it remained standing making loser all the more aware of both. Vanessa couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape as she took in the tableau.

Brought back to reality by her own needs, though “go… finish cleaning the kitchen floor and all of those spots you missed before Cassandra gets home” she barked, trying to shoo him from the room as quickly as possible.

Loser quickly hopped up on all fours. His aching cock, pendulous in its cage, rocked back and forth heavily as he crawled back his duties. “thank You for letting me take care of you today, Princess” he was able to say meekly.

“My pleasure, loser” teased Vanessa as she smacked his ass on her way back to her own room to satisfy just that – her pleasure.

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