The following message arrived around 6 AM. Like a good submissive, I was on my knees in the corner. I managed to grab my phone and started reading, an erection accompanying my reading!
Some rules to reward the submissive:
“I offer you some rules to reward you.
First, you will equip your apartment with IP cameras as soon as possible. This will allow me to see what’s going on, especially the corner where you’re standing right now, your shower, the place where you eat on the floor, your toilet, and your bed. That’s the minimum. If I can see your whole apartment, that’s even better. There are numerous apps that allow connection to these cameras; choose a free but secure one! It would be a shame to see you eating on the floor on the internet.
Second, add me to your phone’s location contacts so I can see where you are geographically at all times.
Third, I imagine you’re getting hard, and without any instructions on this matter, you must have been jerking your piece of meat quite a bit these past few days.
This is unacceptable for a real submissive. You will find a serious chastity cage as soon as possible and lock it with a numbered plastic padlock (unique) as easily found online. You will stay caged for as long as I see fit.
Fourth, you must be naked at all times at home.
Fifth, you will no longer eat with a fork and knife but put your food in a dog bowl and eat like a dog, without using your hands. The quicker you implement these instructions, the more satisfied I will be. You have permission to go buy the necessary equipment today. It’s up to you.”
Buying a chastity cage, a dog bowl… I was hard. Poor submissive. So stupid that despite strong arousal and frequent erections, I didn’t feel entitled to masturbate. Idiot, there was still time, a little voice told me… but I silenced it in my perfect abnegation as a man submissive to this perfect stranger.
The cold shower didn’t clear my head. After sending a message to work, pretending I had a terrible headache, I was at the opening of the high-tech store near my home. By 11 AM, the cameras (five in total, covering the entire apartment) were in place. Then, I sent the link to the app with login and password to this stranger, thanking her for dedicating all this time to me and for deigning to look down on the pathetic creature I was.
I crossed the city to find a cage worthy of the name. I also bought a Bon4 short in steel along with ten numbered padlocks and a dog bowl. I returned at 1 PM and put the cage on. Before I could even send a message to my ghost dominatrix, I received a simple message: “Nice cage! You chose a short, discreet one, that’s good, but you’ll have some difficult nights for a few weeks…” I sent a photo of the number on the plastic padlock I had put on.
Then, I quickly ate some leftovers from the dog bowl, on all fours, before getting dressed to go to work.
All afternoon, my mind was focused on my crotch, between diffuse pain and the urge to get hard. Above all, I knew this prison wouldn’t open soon. I despaired over myself, but this situation excited me to the highest degree.
A very tough week because of the rules to follow
Knowing that I couldn’t escape the gaze of this unknown dominatrix was intoxicating and caused more pain in the cage.
I came home exhausted at 6:30 PM. As a good submissive, I undressed, and the scheduled evening proceeded as ordered.
Cold showers, prolonged stays on my knees, meals from the bowl, and a caged cock waking me up ten times a night; my life was taking a painful and exhausting turn. Why did I choose a short cage?
The week was tough. What did the weekend hold? It had only been two weeks since I started submitting to these messages; she had said three months before going further and maybe meeting her…
What madness! What madness of suffering and stupidity… and what excitement! I was finally living what I had so often dreamed of living. I had become a submissive thing, perfectly docile, a pathetic worm, with my brain in my balls.
I went to bed Friday night without knowing what I should do the next day, worried but too tired not to fall asleep after a few minutes. I woke up at 5 AM on Saturday and wrote my homage message. It was getting hard not to reuse phrases. Sometimes, I felt like my homage messages were null and ridiculous. However, I obeyed, then turned back to my corner, my cock straining in the too-small cage.
Forced to pick up an order at the store
Her message came at 6:30 AM.
“You’re very punctual. That’s the basis. We’re going to speed things up a bit because you seem particularly docile, and I wouldn’t want you to get bored.
Be at the store where you bought your cage at opening. I’ve placed an order under the name ‘caged submissive’; it’s ready. The salesman will check the contents with you, and you’ll pay (no more than $300, I think you can do that to speed up your basic training). Then, come back home. I’ll send you more instructions. In the meantime, go back to your corner until your shower at 7 AM and stay under the cold water for 20 minutes! It’ll do your little piece of meat good; I feel like it doesn’t know how to stay in its place. It’ll come, I assure you, at your age, the cage leads more quickly to impotence.”
The last words hit me like a punch in the gut. And they made my cock want to get hard even more. The threat of impotence, the ultimate stage of the submissive worm, was more real than ever… The cold water ended this futile attempt at an erection.
I waited for the store to open, and I was the first to enter. I approached the counter, hoping for an early morning with no one around, but already some customers were entering. I hadn’t been able to pick up the order yet!
Anxious but excited at the thought of using the purchased items: The saleswoman eventually came to me after nearly a quarter of an hour of waiting. Another woman was waiting to check out some lingerie…
“Sir, how can I help you?”
“Hello, I’m here to pick up and pay for an online order.”
“Yes, under what name?”
“Um, I think it’s caged-submissive,” I said, lowering my voice as much as possible.
“I didn’t hear… oh yes, caged submissive, that’s it?” she said loudly with a barely concealed smile.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Alright, I’ll go get it.” She went to the back and returned with a bag.
“So, the person who ordered asked to check all the items thoroughly. We have an enema kit.” Then she took out the kit, detailing each piece.
Then a set of several plugs of different sizes, three in total with lubricant, how nice! She laid out the plugs on the counter while the customer behind me looked on with a smile, and other customers approached the counter to check out.
“And then a 900-gram ball stretcher, you’ll definitely feel that one,” she said, looking at me and smiling. “That’s for sure!” couldn’t help but add the customer behind me.
“And finally, a nice collar for a submissive!”
I was as red as a beet, and I thanked her. Then, I paid and put the items back in the bag.
“Good luck,” the customer said with a smile as I left. I could only thank her, head down. I was a submissive in the eyes of others, a strong, terribly humiliating, and terribly exciting feeling.
Finally, I went straight home, ashamed and excited, also worried about using these items. I received the message the moment I was undressed; for a split second, I wondered how she knew… but she had my location and the cameras… of course, she knew.
New rules to quickly embrace the new condition: “I hope these little attentions please you and you enjoyed the salesman detailing the items. You need to learn to embrace your condition. The sooner, the better. Start by unpacking and washing everything thoroughly. Then, you will do three enemas an hour apart. Use cold water. It’s very unpleasant, but you better get used to it right away. The bag holds one and a half liters; fill it each time and keep the liquid in for 20 minutes after each time.
Learn to expel on all fours, not sitting. By the way, I’ll add this rule that I forgot. From now on, wherever you are, you will urinate and defecate on all fours. At first, you’ll make a mess, but you’ll learn to clean it. Once the water is clear, put in the smallest plug in front of the camera. Depending on how hard it is to insert, use the next size up. The smaller it is, the more you’ll suffer when I take you in hand, so don’t pretend; you’ll pay for it one day or another.
Once the right plug is in place, put the weight on your poor balls. Understand that a submissive’s balls are only there to bring him suffering; that’s normal. Balls are the attributes of a man. For a submissive, they should only be a source of torment. You’ll have trouble putting it on with the cage, but by pulling your balls well, you should manage. Keep this weight on all weekend.
I know it will hurt a lot, but it’s not very important, is it? A submissive’s goal is to satisfy his Mistress; the rest doesn’t matter, and it satisfies me. Action.”
Forced to do three enemas: I washed all the items. Although old, my anus was still very tight, and I didn’t remember ever doing an enema before. Anxious but still determined, I dried the items and started filling the bag. I inserted the nozzle into my anus and got back on my knees, holding the bag up.
I felt the cold liquid penetrating my intestines. It quickly triggered some spasms and sharp pains in my belly. I felt like it would never stop; my belly seemed enormous, and the cold was freezing me from the inside, causing stabbing pains.
Finally, the bag was empty while my belly was protesting furiously. I looked at the time and waited the 20 minutes, wavering. Then, I moved to the toilet, got on all fours, tried to position my anus above the toilet, and thrust my hips forward to not splash the wall behind. As soon as my sphincter relaxed, the brown, foul-smelling liquid covered the toilet and dripped everywhere…
I emptied quickly, the pain subsided, but the cold sensation remained. I cleaned myself as best I could, then refilled the bag, reinserted the nozzle, and felt the same pains, even stronger. I held on, and the liquid was less dark. The third time made me want to vomit, and I was shaking all over. The water was clear.
A new message arrived!
“Cold shower, you’re dirty, you’ll be allowed to dry off… just to put in the plug and the weight faster. Then you’ll clean your toilet, you filthy pig.”
Cold shower then plug insertion:
I was already freezing; the shower finished me off!
I rubbed myself like mad with the towel to try to warm up. My insides were screaming. Finally, I returned to the big room to deal with the plug, and I took the smallest one. I coated it with lubricant and tried to insert it. The passage was painful, but I didn’t have too much trouble. So, I removed that plug and took the next one. That was a different story.
My sphincter stubbornly refused to open, and I held pressure for ten minutes before it finally gave way, drawing some tears. I couldn’t imagine trying the largest of the three. I felt this one filling the space and painfully stretching my anus.
Then, I took a few minutes’ break. After that, I tried putting this huge weight on my poor balls. It was made of two steel parts that fit together and were held by two screws. I had to stretch the skin between the pieces and close them without pinching the skin.
It took me half an hour of effort, and my balls were already very bruised, stretched with the weight pressing against the cage. When I let go of the weight while on my knees, the pain was immediate and lasting.
Between my anus and my balls, it was too much, and I started crying on all fours like a dog. “All this for someone who might not even exist…” the little voice whispered. My phone alerted me to a message…
Despite the pain and humiliation, finally in my place! submissive
“You are a good dog. All you endure brings you closer to your slave state, the one you dream of. It will go faster than you think; you are very, very docile. Stay like this, crying until further notice, without moving; it will do you good, and you’ll often cry like this.
This is the normal life of a piece of shit. Swing your balls well. I like to see them swinging. And show me your pussy with its pretty plug. It will stay in you from now on, every day. You can only take it out to defecate and then put it back in. In some time, we might move up to the next size.”
My cock reminded me that what I was experiencing here, I had dreamed of for so many years. My balls and anus might protest, but deep down, I knew I was in my place. And I cried while trying unsuccessfully to get hard. I cleaned the stained toilet, on all fours, swinging my balls to satisfy this stranger… already a worm.
