I received the email from my neighbor, a Lesbian Dominatrix and my future Mistress the following afternoon while I was at the office.
“Here’s the chastity cage model you need to get; just click the link. It’s a design deliberately tightened at the base of the glans, so you’ll need to pull back your foreskin before putting it on to leave the tip exposed. Slip a note under my door (since you seem to enjoy that) when you’ve received it.”
That was it, no hello, no goodbye! I’d have to get used to it.
The urge to click the link right away was strong. However, I waited until I was home to do it, afraid a colleague might see me.
Locked in Anticipation
The cage wasn’t cheap. It was a luxury model, but that didn’t matter. It arrived two days later in a discreet package.
When I opened it, I was incredibly excited, too excited, to try it on right away. I had to run my genitals under cold water for a good five minutes until they shriveled up. Then, I meticulously followed my dominatrix Mistress’s instructions, leaving my glans exposed.
There was a curious little screw at the base of the glans. It didn’t take me long to figure out its purpose when I found, alongside the two keys locking the cage, a small screwdriver included in the package. Once in place, my Mistress would surely tighten the ring around my glans so it couldn’t slip off.
I put the cage on quickly because I could feel another erection coming, which was promptly stifled once my little bird was locked up.
I then wrote a note and slipped it under my neighbor’s door at 7:30 PM.
At 8:15 PM, my doorbell rang.
My heart leaped into my chest and my stomach tightened instantly.
I rushed to open the door, remembering to lower my gaze at the last second.
Under the Lesbian Dominatrix’s Gaze
It wasn’t my neighbor…Instead, I found a short, plump blonde woman in her thirties, very preppy, perched on high heels. She wore black stockings, a tight skirt, and a fitted sweater. Her breasts were enormous, and her thick blonde hair was tied into two large pigtails, giving her a girlish look.
- “Hello,” she said in a high-pitched voice, “Madame is expecting you. You must follow me.”
Surprised, I stood frozen for several seconds, unsure what to do.
- “She doesn’t like to wait,” she added.
- “Yes, yes.”
I closed my door and followed her into my neighbor’s apartment. My eyes were glued to her large, swaying backside, moving to the rhythm of her high heels. The apartment was elegant, understated, and tasteful. There were no frills in the decor or furniture, just simple, beautiful pieces.
The blonde led me to the living room where Madame was seated. She wore the same outfit I’d seen her in on the balcony the other day, similar to that of her submissive, for this woman must have been one of her submissives.
- “Your neighbor is here, Madame,” she announced.
- “Very well,” Madame replied.
She stood up and fixed me with a piercing stare.
- “Have you checked if his cage is in place?”
- “Not yet, Madame.”
- “I told you to do it on the landing.”
The submissive’s eyes froze in terror.
- “I… I forgot, Madame.”
- “You’ll be punished. You,” she continued, never breaking eye contact with me, “strip!”
Bound by Her Command
I complied, removing my shirt. I’d deliberately dressed lightly. Then I took off my pants, proudly displaying my brand new cage and my tightly confined parts.
Madame frowned as she inspected the result, letting out a slight grimace of disgust.
- “Was there a screwdriver in the box?”
- “Yes, I brought it with me.”
- “Tighten his glans with it,” she ordered the blonde.
The submissive turned to me, took the screwdriver from my hand without meeting my eyes, and began screwing the collar around my glans. The sensation was pleasant at first but quickly became uncomfortable.
- “Not too much,” Madame said, “the blood needs to circulate.”
The blonde loosened it slightly.
- “Good. Now give me the keys, then stroke his glans with your finger.”
The submissive hesitated, either embarrassed or repulsed. I couldn’t tell.
- “Go on, hurry up!”
The blonde steeled herself, though her expression suggested disgust. She probably didn’t like men. Using her index finger, she began to caress the “beast.” It sent an electric jolt through me. I gasped as my member twitched, futilely trying to harden.
Torment of Obedience
Trapped in the cage, my member quickly felt cramped. I took a step back, trying to escape the submissive’s torturous touch.
- “Don’t move!” Madame snapped. “Hands behind your back! I want to check the cage’s strength.”
I forced myself to stay still, eyes lowered. The blonde resumed her cruel caress, still just with the tip of her finger in an unbearable back-and-forth motion. The excitement made me bend forward slightly, which seemed to greatly amuse Madame.
- “You’re enjoying this, I hope,” she said with a wicked smile. “Prisca, fondle his balls a bit!”
The small hand enveloped my scrotum and began to caress it. It was unbearable! My sex begged for release, but it was impossible. My stomach twisted into knots, and I shifted from one foot to the other.
- “Lick his glans!”
- “Madame?”
“Don’t argue, obey!”
The submissive clearly didn’t want to, but she complied anyway. She knelt and started running her tongue over and around my glans.
- “Prisca is like me. She doesn’t like men, but she disobeyed me, so you’re her punishment. Don’t worry, she signed a contract to obey me in every way. I see the cage is secure. That’s enough, get up.”
Relieved, the blonde stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
- “There’s dishwashing to do,” Madame ordered me. “You’ll clean the entire kitchen, then the bathroom and toilets. You’ll wear an apron I made especially for you. Inside, on the genital area, there’s sandpaper that will irritate your glans while you work. Consider it part of the test. Then you’ll sweep the entire apartment except for the bedroom near the entrance. That room is off-limits. You must never enter it, no matter what. Understood?”
- “Yes, Madame.”
- “Good. Put on your apron and get to work!”
To be continued…
