The Bimbo Beauty Salon Trap - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Lily’s Claim

That night, Lily and Carl were in his room.
Carl was still feeling a little insecure about his new look.
Lily pulled him close, kissing his swollen lips.
"You look so beautiful, Carl," she whispered, her voice firm and possessive.
"Now there’s just one thing missing for you to be completely mine."

Carl blushed, and before he could reply, he felt something hard pressing against his thigh.
He frowned, confused.

Lily gave him a mischievous smile, slid her hand down, and pulled down her shorts — revealing her cock.
It was big, hard, and throbbing. Carl gasped, stunned. Lily was… a futanari?

“Carl? Did you like the surprise?” Lily asked, extremely turned on, noticing his shock.
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed his head and pressed the tip of her cock against Carl’s plush lips.

"You have such beautiful lips, baby. Why don’t you use them to serve your owner?"

Carl backed away, his face burning. “Lily, I… I don’t know…”

She chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. You’re going to love it. I promise.”
With firm hands, she held the back of his neck, tilting his head and pushing her cock against his lips.
Carl could taste her, smell her. His mind screamed “no!”, but deep down… he was getting more and more aroused.

Lily pushed in, and Carl obeyed, her cock sliding into his mouth.

He gagged, but Lily didn’t stop — she moved with rhythm, showing him exactly what she wanted.
Carl tried to resist, but couldn’t.
Lily fucked his throat like it was an onahole, relentless and rough.

With each thrust, each moan of hers, the fear melted into unexpected arousal.
He was being used — like a toy — and he was starting to enjoy it.
She kept going until his throat was sore, until her taste filled his mouth.

“Good boy,” she praised, pulling his face and locking eyes with him.
“Now it’s time for you to become completely mine.”

Still dizzy and coughing, Carl tried to argue.
“W-Wait, Lily… cough cough I-I don’t think I’m ready… Your cock is huge…”

Lily threw him on the bed.
“You’ll learn your place.”

She climbed on top of him and yanked his hair like it was a leash — or reins.
He moaned involuntarily, overwhelmed by the dominance.

“This little ass belongs to me now. You better get used to it. From now on, I’ll use you without mercy,” she whispered in his ear, leaving Carl breathless.

Carl felt the tip of her cock press against his hole.
In one last attempt to reason, he murmured, “L-Lily…”

But she didn’t wait.
She thrust in hard, forcing her way into him. Carl screamed, his nails digging into the sheets.
But Lily didn’t stop.
She pulled his hair hard and slowly pulled out — only to slam back in until her balls hit his.

Each thrust was a mix of pain and pleasure.
The pain faded with every motion, replaced by a devouring lust that made him gasp.
He felt her complete control over him.
Carl found himself moaning, begging for more, his body arching to her rhythm.

Lily moved faster.
Deep, relentless strokes, her balls slapping, her grip on his hair tightening — reinforcing her total dominance.
Carl felt his climax approaching.

She moaned louder.
“It’s coming— ahhh, baby, get ready, I’m going to flood your little ass!”

Then Lily let out a long, loud moan as her body trembled.
Carl felt her hot, thick cum filling him up — right as he came too.
They came together.

Carl lay still on the bed, exhausted and panting.
Lily’s cum spilled out of him, dripping down his thighs.
She came way more than any man.

She leaned in, grabbed his hair, and whispered in his ear:
“You better be ready, because the night’s just getting started.”

A shiver ran through Carl’s body.
A lust like he’d never felt before.
Not understanding what he was feeling, and using the last of his strength, it was as if his body answered for him:

“Yes… M-Mistress…”

She let go of his hair and made a confession.
“I’ve been waiting months for the chance to have you all to myself.
Now you’re going to pay for making me wait so long to use you.”

Some time passed. Carl was still lying there, barely able to make a sound — just an occasional moan.

Then Lily came back from the kitchen, her tone sweeter and more gentle.

“Sorry if I went too rough, baby.
But it’s just so good having a cute little boyfriend to dominate.”

Carl slowly moved, still sore, and sat up against the headboard.

“I-It’s okay, baby. I… I liked our first time.”

Lily smiled.
“Well… I did say it was only the first round…
But since you were too weak, I took care of things myself.”

“Yourself?” Carl asked, a bit worried.

Lily extended her hand, holding a glass goblet with a white, viscous liquid inside.
“Here. This is the milk I made thinking of you.”

Carl’s eyes widened.
She had filled half the glass with cum — right after flooding his ass.
He swallowed hard under her gaze.

“Don’t be rude now — drink it all,” she ordered with a sadistic smile.
“From now on, you’re my cute little cum dump. And I’m not wasting a single drop anywhere else.”

Carl took the glass.
“What are you waiting for, love? No need to be shy. Drink every last drop,” Lily urged, stroking his lilac hair.

Carl took the first sip.
It was salty, strange.
He had never tasted anything like it.
He drank a bit more, and the glass still looked full.

“You’re so cute drinking my milk, baby,” Lily praised.
“Take all the time you need.”
She gently played with his hair, twisting it between her fingers.
“You’ve got this, love. That’s it, drink it all.”

Determined to finish, Carl started drinking more eagerly.
After a few deep sips, he paused — the texture still strange.
But with each swallow, the taste grew on him — addicting, even.

“Just a bit more,” Lily whispered, encouraging him.

He took bigger gulps, shorter pauses.
Before he knew it, the whole glass was empty.
A full glass of cum — gone.

Lily pulled him in, kissing his forehead.
“You were such a good boy, Carl. You drank every drop of my cum.”
She hugged him tightly, his body still trembling slightly.

“You’re MY good boy.”

Carl embraced her, his body drained but his mind in bliss.
“Just... yours...,” he whispered, a strange, overwhelming happiness flooding his chest.

In that moment, Carl knew:
That night with Lily… was only the beginning.
He was no longer the old Carl.
He was now Lily’s obedient little plaything.