We chatted about general things to do with our lives and the past, but the atmosphere was sexually charged. She had said previous in that year, it was now October, she had a Domme/sub relationship where she set up a WhatsApp group for easy access to tasks and instruction which she enjoyed and would do so for us. I was to remain subservient at all times, opening doors for her and generally doing as she wished, she admitted she enjoyed being bossy and obeyed.
On leaving the pub I held the doors open for her and as I went to shut the car door she held up her hand and said before shutting the door to curtsey to her, I did, wow I thought walking around to my of the car. I drove back to where we had met. On parting she said she would WhatsApp later.
I drove the 5 miles home in a daze, apart from an ex g/f 10yrs earlier and the ex wife 20yrs ago no woman had known so much about me, so I was nervous and excited as I got home. Pretty quickly came the WhatsApp message and instructions not to wank anymore and to sort out my cage, if I was able to wear it overnight to do so. She also would always expect replies on the group to be within 2 mins otherwise she would tot up values of indiscretions for discipline. Yes My Lady would always be my reply with a curtsey. A little while later I had a message, good night sissy, DO NOT WANK, chat tomorrow. It took me a while to settle and sleep. I would always be honest with her and myself, so didn’t have my usual morning wank.
I did put on my cage after a shower when I woke up with a little difficulty as I have quite a thick cock made worse by my excited state. Not long after I received a message that she would video call me which resulted in a required inspection of my fitted cage.
By the afternoon it was clear the cage was causing the wrong type of swelling and did discover the back ring on the cage was far to small. A quick internet search found something more suitable size wise and paid for express delivery, meanwhile My Lady did allow the cage to be removed on the proviso I did not partake in the ghastly wanking men do often. I agreed to abide by her rules. It did seem both strange and exciting that we had not had normal sex and had only met once!!!
I was allowed to make the odd request on the group but most of the initial messages would come from My Lady, where I would respond, but was allowed to make any urgent requests if needed. I had to be a good boy until the new cage arrived. For various reasons in our work and private lives we couldn’t meet until the following Friday night which allowed time for the new cage to arrive, be fitted and to post the keys to My Lady and by the time we could meet it would be 6 days since I had cum, extremely rare for me.
I had managed to wear the cage for a complete 48hrs before our Friday night meet apart from showers, which My Lady instructed on the Friday afternoon I was to wash myself out properly. So the day arrived and my instructions for our meet, caged, plugged and shaved bald of course in all the right places.
The British weather played its part with heavy rain and ai was to park in the road at the back of her house and then walk around to the front, where there was a small green around a tree. She wanted me as wet as possible and would instruct me to walk aaround the tree a few times to ensure my discomfort, she would be viewing me from her house nearby, but I was always to remain with a bowed head. I was to arrive, exactly at 7pm, not 30 seconds before or after, to lock the frosted glass front door, strip naked, neatly folding my clothes and putting them on the hall table I would see. I was to then face the front door and wait on my hands and knees. It was amazing to be prone like that, totally naked in an all but strangers house, yes the heating was on, but my breathing was as though I had run a 5k around the park, hyperventilating almost.
After what seemed like 15 mins, probably only 5mins, I heard here heels on the wooden floored hallway and my future was about to change.......... |
