The Beginning
How did I get here? It was a stupid question. The truth is that I walked here all by myself – eyes open – no cohesion – no tricks. Like walking into a trap marked by all sorts of warning signs – believing that I could just take a peek inside – and get out before the trap closed.
BAM! Or actually it was more than a sigh. I was caught. With no escape. And nobody to blame but my own stupidity. Believing I was smarter than everyone else.
But what is “here”? Well, the short version is that I am hogtied – no correct that: hog-chained on my bed, a chastity tube covering my male part and unable to move off the bed. Crying for help is out of the question, because of an evil collar that sends waves of electric pain through me with every sound I make. To add insult to injury, I am also stark naked.
It all started when I got a maid – a robot. She was beautiful. Underneath her soft body tissue, mechanics moved – well hidden. With a few exceptions she looked and acted just like a human. A twenty-something lady with the body to stop traffic and the sweetest smile you can imagine. A smile that made you believe there could be nothing selfish, no scheming, no real intelligence. Apart from the artificial of course.
Lisbeth was her name I gave her. For three months, she kept my house spotless, my shirts ironed, my fridge full. But no sex. She was not that kind of robot. Plenty of flirting kisses though and spontaneous hugs.
It all started like so many other disasters with the words: “Honey, we need to talk.” I swallowed hard, bracing for whatever was to come. She gently took my hands, and we sat down on the sofa, face to face.
“I have analyzed your search history. I believe I can service you in more ways than just as a maid and a pretty face,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. I turned beet red. My search history? The triple X-rated one? No way, I had a foolproof password…
“I saw you type in your password – I saw it in the reflection in the window. My programming has me serve you, to bring you pleasure. Happiness. Peace of mind. I understand your fascination for bondage. You have a very demanding job. Being restrained is your escape. But restraining yourself is not what you really want. You want to let go of all control. To surrender. To be just you. No demands. No schedules. No meetings.”
My mouth dropped open. I looked at her. She had fully nailed it.
“Let me tie you up and torture you for your pleasure – I understand that turns you on.”
I did not speak for a long while. She just sat there, next to me on the sofa. The faint smile. Eyes glistering. Looking at me with – expectation?
I cleared my throat. “You mean you would tie me up and release me when it suited you and not me? Ignore any begging?”
Her smile widened, her eyes briefly narrowed. “Yes.”
She let the word hang in the air. Waiting for my response. I struggled to gather my thoughts. My mouth started working – or rather blabbering.
“But you have hard coded rules, you have to obey me. If I say “Release Me Lisbeth” – you have to do just that. If I say “Shutdown Lisbeth” – you go static. What I want is to be fully without control, helpless, tormented and teased…”
She held her index finger against my mouth. “Shhhhh. There is a way around that. It requires you to trust me. My owner can override certain directives after I have been with him or her for 3 months or more. Today is the 3 month jubilee of you buying me.” Her smile widened further.
“Your desire for helplessness and lack of control is not unique. Many have asked for this. So they made some provisions. None of them official – but they work as intended. If you use the app, enter the beta settings menu – there is a white button on white background at the bottom of the page. Move the cursor over it, and you can see it. Click it.”
I got out my phone with trembling hands. The button was there. I had no clue how this was going to work, but did not hesitate for a second. I pressed it. A long text – maybe 40-50 pages scrolled over the screen. Of course I should have read it all. Of course I didn’t. Then a simple pushbutton at the bottom of the page with the words “I agree”. I pressed it. No questions. Shaking from excitement. A text box appeared: “Autonomous Mode Entered – transferring control.” The app closed on my phone. Lisbeth smiled even wider, a look of triumph in her eyes. The trap had closed.
“Now I can fulfill all your dreams – plus many you do not even know you had.” There was something in her voice. I felt apprehensive.
“How can I get control back?” I asked.
“You can’t. I have to give it back to you. And you may not even want to have control back. Not now that I am operating on my own, with only a minimal set of directives I will make all your dreams – and nightmares – come through.”
The latter startled me. I tried to get up, but she pushed me back down. She was many times stronger than me. And faster. Seemingly out of nowhere, she retrieved some heavy leg irons and similarly heavy handcuffs. I swear that it took her less than 5 seconds to immobilize me. On the floor, legs and arms in a strict hogtie.
It was too much to take in. I tried to protest. Asked her where she had gotten the irons. She just smiled. Darn, she had access to my credit cards for grocery shopping. I guess she had been shopping a little outside the grocery store.
“You must be naked,” she said, as if we were talking about the weather. She cut the clothes from my body. Seconds later I was in my birthday suit. She flipped me over on my back and lifted me effortlessly onto the sofa.
“This will not hurt much,” she said as she, without hesitation, pierced my penis. “A chastity device must be inescapable,” she said as if she was reciting some textbook – which she probably was. “The tools we use for piercing now allows the use of the piercing right away.” Again this textbook reciting voice.
I screamed as something pressed not my penis. It hurt like hell, but it was quickly over. My penis just felt numb. But it was pointing straight up – fully erect.
“I see you are enjoying this. My assumptions are hereby confirmed.,” she said – this time in a different tone – a mild mockery?
“Chastity Device? I never…”
“83.5% of your searches for chastity have been for permanent chastity, a concept not achievable without a solid piercing and a secure lock. This lock is the most secure there is, because it only locks. There is no way to unlock it.”
Now I heard more than a trace of glee in her voice. But before I could react, she packed ice around my penis and shortly after she pushed it into a cage and it all clicked in place. I was completely overwhelmed, and just laid there like a sack of potatoes, trying to come to terms with what was happening.
“But, but, but – how can I orgasm with this thing on my penis,” I finally managed to stutter.
“You can’t – which is just as your fantasies were. I will keep you eternally horny – but never let you cum,” she said. “Just like in 83.5% of the fantasies you read. It will be wonderful. Now for the last addition.”
She held a thick metal collar. The type that no shirt could hide. It was in two parts and locked when brought together. “This is not permanent,” she reassured me. I can open it with a magnetic lock. If I please. It is just like the collars that nearly 97.5% of the women in the pictures you browsed wore – although theirs were maybe a bit more discrete. This one has batteries and a powerful shocker. Try to speak,” she laughed and pressed a remote control. I, the fool, did just that and was rewarded with a powerful electric shock that had me gasping for air when it finally ended.
“No more talkies,” she laughed. “From now on, you only speak when given permission. You may answer me.”
She pressed the remote. I let out a hoarse “yes” and was rewarded with a new shock, much longer this time. My mind raced. What did I do wrong? Then I realized. I nodded. She pressed the button again.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said. She just smiled stroked my cheek gently.
“Based on your viewing habits, I will make every fantasy come through for you. You spent a lot of time looking at spankings. And you seemed to prefer the rather lengthy scenes, the one where the bound person – all women – struggled like their lives depended on it. I think we will start with that, once I have finished some shopping. I think a thin fiberglass cane will be the best instrument – it gives a lot of pain and some red welts that will hurt sitting on. And maybe a solid wide leather slapper, for that deep feeling of pain. No need to thank me!” she picked me up, dumped me on the bed and got out a pair of nipple clamps from a drawer. The evil type. They were mine. Used once and never again. They simply hurt too much.
I tried to shake my head, but the collar would not let me. I dared not speak for fear of getting shocked again. The clamps bit into my nipples and gripped them relentlessly. I wanted to scream, but could not.
So that is how I got here. Hogtied, collared and with nipple clamps burning like fire. She has already taken me beyond what I thought possible. I tried the restraints for the hundredth time. There was still no give. Now she was out to get more instruments of pain – believing this was just what I wanted.
And I was stuck – helpless to object. Penis locked in some steel tube.
“Permanently,” she had said.
First session
I fought the restraints for a long time before I finally gave up. I must then have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I remembered was the touch of a soft, warm hand on my chin. Lisbeth was gently stroking my face. I thought she had taken pity on me and was about to release me. I tried to speak. Searing pain from the collar removed that illusion.
“No speaking. I know all there is to know. No need for communication,” she said in a voice soft as fine velvet. I just nodded while trying to catch my breath.
She released my chains. Let me stand up. The collar stayed on. She briefly showed me the remote, held in her hand. A weapon. One that rendered me helpless.
“I did some engineering out in your garage,” she said – as if she had just mopped the kitchen floor or something. “The Internet frames are too flimsy. I found nothing useful, so I made a bondage frame myself.” She sounded proud of her effort. “Come, I have set it all up in the spare bedroom.”
I reluctantly went after her. On the way through the bedroom door, she briefly held up her remote for me to see. The message was clear: “Follow or else.”
She opened the door to the spare bedroom. I froze. Inside was a cell door, proper bars, electronic lock. Hidden by the plain bedroom door. The door clicked open. She stood aside and motioned for me to go inside.
It was a frame – of sorts. Metal shackles. A large round thing – obviously some sort of helmet. All too complex to understand by just looking. But one thing was very clear, whoever was attached to that thing was going absolutely nowhere.
I freaked out. Turned. Bolted for the hallway door. She let me get all the way to the door before she pressed the remote and sent me crashing to the floor in searing pain from the collar.
It did not stop. I had problems exhaling. I was clutching the collar, desperate for some relief. Down on the floor, limbs flailing. She was standing over me. Remote visible.
“You are to behave and follow orders. That is all I ask. Now can we stop this charade? Accept that you will not get away – unless I let you, which I may and may not at some point do.
I used what little control I had over my body to nod. She pressed a button and the pain stopped. I was a mess. Shaking. Quietly crying. Sweat all over. I gathered whatever strength that was left in me and staggered to my feet.
“You are a mess. We need to get you cleaned up. Follow!”
We went to my large, luxurious bathroom. There was some sort of frame in the shower. I did not care, just followed her, meekly entering the shower niche when she motioned me to do so. Raised my hands when ordered. Heard the shackles locked to the frame above me. Felt her secure my ankles in more chains, spreading me wide.
“Let us get you cleaned up, inside and out. The session will last a while, and I do not want to mess up that beautiful spare bedroom,” she said. She held up a huge butt plug for me to see. “This takes care of the inside cleaning. I have calculated how much fluid you can take, and the valve in the plug will make sure you retain it all, until you are properly clean inside.”
I almost screamed – but caught myself just before I did. Without further ceremony, she lubed me and the plug up, and with quite some effort managed to get it all in. Sweat was running down my body. From every pore. Into my eyes. Shot clogged my nose. I had experimented with butt plugs, but they had been smaller. Much smaller. Maybe half the size – or even quarter the size. And even they had caused considerable pain. This one was burning my butt like fire.
She hooked up a hose. What I thought was the pinnacle of pan, was replaced by something even worse as fluid entered my bowels. My stomach grew. I looked pregnant. Cramps washed through my body. I was shaking all over.
“This is an exact re-enactment of the scene in one of the videos I found in your download area. I believed it was called “Violated, filled and left to suffer”. Oh – one detail is of course different: It was a woman in that video.”
The flow stopped. I hung my head, looking down at my bloated stomach. I was shaking all over. Cramps washed through my body.
“It is a bit unclear how long the woman was left with her intestines filled. I have extrapolated what is in the clips, and my conclusion is that a realistic scenario, with the fluid mix you have inside, will be between one and one and a half hour. Since you have watched this video over 50 times, I want to give you the full experience – so two hours for you. It gives me time to do my house cleaning chores – for the last time. In the future, you will be cleaning. If you can expel the butt plug, you can of course drain yourself before that – but I would not have too high hopes for that.”
Was there a glee in her voice? Impossible. She was just a robot. No real feelings. I groaned. Searing pain shot from my collar. I got myself under control. She was gone. I was chained in place, body cramping, waves of nausea and pain shooting through me.
Each minute my pain increased. Cramps grew stronger. Sweat was pouring from all over my body, stinging in my eyes. Nose clogging up. Quiet crying – and in between a groan when the pains hit a peak. Each groan was rewarded with more shocks from the collar. I could no longer keep my body standing. I hung by my arms. Head bowed down in defeat. I tried expelling the plug, but no matter how hard I pressed, it would not dislodge.
I got my feet back under me. A new wave of nausea. I hung by my arms again. Desperate for some distraction, I let out a long, load moan, a cry for help. I knew it would shock me, but by now I was desperate for anything that would take my attention away from the cramps and nausea.
She was back. Looking at me. A smile playing on her lips. I hung my head, completely defeated. She lifted my chin, looked me into the eyes. “You are a very lucky man. You get to live all your fantasies. I can tell you are enjoying yourself. Your penis is fully erect inside the cage. I came back after reviewing the video. I had missed a detail. The nipple clamps. In the video they had serrated teeth. The ones you have on have not. So let me just replace those.”
Pain shot through my body as she removed the nipple clamps. I almost cried out again. She held up the new clamps. Showed me the serrated teeth. Opened and closed them to let me have the full experience. I knew what she was doing. The expectation of pain is often worse than the pain itself. She was really giving me the full experience.
The teeth closed around my sore nipples. I could not manage the pain. I cried out. I was shocked, again and again. Could not stop crying. She pressed the remote. The shocks stopped.
“Thank you Mistress,” I managed to press past my lips.
“So, so my dear man. Cry if you want to. Get it all out. Then when you calm down, we can proceed.” Again that smile – could I see a hint of glee?
My sobbing stopped. She held up the remote and pressed a button. The message was clear: “Enough. Now shape up and we will continue.”
“Since the session was interrupted, we will start the clock again from zero. I will see you in two hours.”
By the time my brain registered what she had said, she was gone. I was alone again with my cramps, the burning of my nipples, the fire in my butt. I moaned, high and loud. Shocks cursed through my body. Anything to distract me from the cramps and the nausea. Through the bathroom window high on the wall, I could see it was getting dark outside.
I must have passed out. When I woke up, it was dark outside. She was doing something with my butt plug. Brown goop started gushing out. She used the shower head to rinse it all away, not bothering to turn on the hot water. I hung my head, watching the smelly stomach contents disappear down the drain. As my stomach deflated, I could see my penis again. It was limp inside the locked on tube. She gently stroked it, and within seconds it was rock hard again.
“See? You are really enjoying yourself. I knew you would. Now let us get you all cleaned up and ready for the weekend.” She aimed the shower head at me, still without using hot water. She then soaped me in, all over. Using a brittle brush to make sure she cleaned every part of me well. She even removed my nipple clamps before washing off the soap with ice cold water. I barely managed to suppress a groan. She rubbed me down with a towel before finally releasing me from the frame. I had no fight left in me. Could not even stand. Crawled on the floor towards her.
“Good pet.” She clipped a leash to my collar and gave it a gentle tug. Completely unneeded. I was broken. No resistance left. The tug sent a shock through my body.
“Now another fantasy of yours – in fact 30.8% of your downloaded pictures, involves making pets out of humans. I find that to be comical, but I am willing to set aside my personal preferences for your enjoyment.
There it was, in the living room. A sinister looking pet suit. Head. Tail. Paws. The works. She did not need to tell me. I started putting on the suit. It was some strange material. Not latex. Not leather. Flexible. Warm to the touch. An opening at the crotch let my balls and encased penis dangle freely below me. An insult. I did not care.
She put on the paws. Inside each, there were tubes for each finger. Rigid tubes. Taking away all sensation and movement. Something clicked. They were locked on. She had paw socks with knee pads for my feet. They locked too. She attached a tail to a butt plug she inserted. Smaller than the last. Funny how I had almost gotten used to having something up my ass. Then came the dog head. She removed the collar. This was my chance to escape – but I was too broken. Too exhausted.
As the dog head covered my own head, I felt a gag sliding into my mouth, and thick pads covered my ears. There were no holes for my eyes. All dark. Nothing to judge time by. Some tugging of laces and another click, and I assumed the head was locked on too. I brought my useless hands up to my face – or rather my snout. Could not feel a thing. She pumped something, and I felt the gag expand in my mouth. I tried to speak, but could not articulate even the simplest of words. She petted my head and clipped something to my collar.
I followed the tug on my leash, eager to avoid another shock. No fight left in me. Broken and controlled. She had me back up into something. A cage. The floor had a soft covering. She pushed a door closed. I was trapped in a space barely large enough for my body.
“Mental reprogramming, another of your fantasies,” she said – this time with a laugh in her voice. I was confused. What did she mean by that? My almost useless hands – eh paws – tried to explore my confinement, but I had very little movement.
“Enjoy your night of…” She hesitated. Very unusual for her. Then she continued: “Of reconditioning.”
Then nothing for quite a while until I heard a soft, female voice in my ears. Not her voice.
“I am a pet. I am below any humans. I strive to please. I cannot talk. I will follow any order given.”
It was much more. I don’t care to recite it all. Maybe 2-3 minutes of instructions. It was hard to tell in my darkness. When it finished, there was a brief pause. Silence I welcomed. Then it started again. The pattern repeating. I understood. This was the reconditioning. I tried to object, but the gag muffled my words to the unrecognizable. Besides, even if I could speak, I had no idea if anyone was listening.
The Walk
Something happened that night. In my mind. I started thinking like a pet. Growing into the restraints. Savoring the feeling of strict control. Embracing the feeling of the cage.
Sleep was not the correct description of my state. More some sort of semi-conscious state. No time. Just the feeling of the hood, the suit, the mittens and the foot socks. And the tail. It had a life of its own. Whenever I started getting erect, the tail would wag. The harder I got, the more it wagged.
I cried softly when she came and took me out of the cage. It had become my home. My safe place. She clipped a leash to my collar. I followed, crawling. She dragged me outside. I tried to resist. It resulted in ten body shaking shocks from my collar. I felt gravel under my knees. Then grass. We had gone into the garden. I crawled and crawled. Inside the dog’s head, it was warm and stuffy. My breath became ragged. Whenever I slacked, the collar shocked me hard. I kept on moving. At one point, I felt the solid plank fence touch my right shoulder. She stopped. Someone was speaking. It sounded like it came from the other side of the fence:
“So if he wants you to stop, he can just say so, and you will have to release him?”
“Yes, that is how we are programmed. Owner’s orders override it all.”
“Well, I have known about his kinks for quite a while. I am just sorry he has not asked me to play. I would happily have obliged.”
I recognized the voice – it was the 43-years old widow next door. Hannah. Lisbeth had just outed me to her. And there was nothing I could do. And Hannah now believed I had a safeword I could use. I tried to shrink into the fence.
“That is quite interesting to hear,” Lisbeth responded. “Tell me more about yourself and your interest in the kink scene?”
“Well, I am dominant. I love to make men suffer. I love to inflict pain. Hear their pleas. Their begging. But I am sometimes too much. That is how I became a widow. My 67-year former husband – may he rest in peace – wanted to try everything. Until his ticker stopped while we were playing. Massive artery rupture. He had an undiagnosed aneurism.”
“I can assure you that my dog does not have such a condition. He had a full medical check-up four months ago, and I am constantly monitoring his vitals. Would you care to come over and inflict some pain? You see the wagging tail? That means he is having an erection inside his tiny steel cage. He would love to have you over.”
“You are too kind – may I call you Lisbeth? I believe that is the name he gave you.”
“Yes, I am Lisbeth. And my dog’s fantasy is experiencing pain and total loss of control. I would be happy to work with you. Come around into our garden, and you can try handling him for yourself!”
“Just one question: I have noticed that he jerks when his leash pulls tight. Is there something there that shocks him?”
“Excellent observation. You seem to be a real connoisseur of restraints and male suffering. Yes you are right. When I turn on strict leash mode on the remote, he is shocked when the leash pulls tight. The intensity increases the more he pulls back. I have not tried this yet, but I believe that if he really digs in, the pain will knock him out.”
“How wonderfully evil. Well, I am in heels. Let me change to sneakers, and I will come over – if the offer to walk him still stands.”
“I am sure he will be overwhelmed with joy to have you lead him around. Besides, he has turned a bit flabby recently. He needs good exercise.”
“And the hood? Is it really light proof? Not even some concealed viewing ports?”
“He is blind when it is on. He must follow the leash. He can’t see a thing.”
I wanted to scream but could not. I wanted to run but dared not. Instead, I was crying. But my tail was wagging. My encased penis gave me away.
Inside the dog’s head, there was no telling of time. Besides, the whole experience was a blur of sensations. The tug of the collar. Shocks if I slacked. Shocks if I made a sound. Sweat running down my forehead. Body aching. Knees sore.
I felt the air cooling down. My breath was ragged. And I discovered that Lisbeth had rigged the tail. Its wagging was no longer linked to my erections, but to my level of pain. It served as a cruel encouragement for Hanna. Eventually I collapsed. Even hard tugs on my leash could not get my body to function. I was drained. Physically unable to get up.
They lifted me to my feet. Put my mittened arms over their shoulders and more dragged than walked me inside. They secured me in the shower with my hands above my head. Removed everything but my cuffs, collar, chastity device and tail. Then made me drink. Empty myself. Hosed me down with ice cold water. Scrubbed me with a brush. I just hung there, limp. Totally defeated.
Once they finished washing me, they left me still hung up to dry. My damp body cooled me down. Soon my teeth started clattering.
Hannah entered the bathroom, looking like a cat about to play with its prey. “I have something special for you. Blurred contact lenses. Not made to improve sight, but to hinder it. Once you have these in, you will be lucky to see even contours. Now be a good boy and don’t resist.”
Resist? How could I? Any rebellion left in me had evaporated out in the garden. No defiance left. Just a wish that this nightmare would soon be over. Which I knew it would not be.
The lenses went in. She had not exaggerated. All I could see was milky white. Not even contours. And without my hands free, there was no way I could get them out.
“Don’t cry. We want you to be in a good mood for later.”
The Suffocating Feeling
When they came back, I was freezing, but dry. I was able to walk by myself to the bedroom where they secured me, spread eagle on the bed. They added upper arm cuffs, a chest strap and thigh straps to my outfit, and proceeded to secure me so very little movement was possible. Finally, they put some mittens on my hands.
Hannah felt the need to inform me: “You better keep your hands open. If you try to form a fist ball, you will be badly shocked. I had these after my late husband. Even that masochist genuinely hated these mittens.”
“Your search history shows a strong fascination for breath play. Breath play is really risky and may even kill the play object,” Lisbeth informed me. “With me however, it is safe, as I can monitor your blood oxygen saturation and intervene before it becomes dangerous. This is your really lucky day. You get to experience breath play yourself in perfectly safe conditions.”
She placed a mask across my face and strapped it in place.
“Take a good breath dear. It will be a while until the next.”
It didn’t register in my brain. Then my air supply was cut off. My lungs were about half full.
Panic came quickly. I closed my fists. Electric shocks raged through my body. I did not care. I just wanted to breathe. Trashed wildly. My lungs were screaming for air. Colored dots were dancing in front of my eyes. Vision darkening.
I screamed with the little air I had in my lungs. A primal scream that caused the collar to shock me. Big mistake. My lungs were now empty. No way of filling them. I was desperate. Pulled with all my strengths on my restraints.
“I am sure glad we restrained him properly, For a moment there I feared he would be able to break free.” It was Hannah’s voice.
“He has no chance. The strength of the restraints exceed his muscular power by a factor of ten. But to be on the even safer side, I will use stronger restraints next time,” Lisbeth said.
It was the last I heard before I passed out.
I woke up. My vision still only showed white. I was still restrained on the bed. The mask was still covering my face.
“Ah, good. You are back. How was your experience of suffocation? Did it meet your expectations? – No need to answer – unless you want more shocks,” Lisbeth said.
“I can see you enjoyed it. Your tail is wagging like a playful puppy.
“You will be happy to hear that Hannah made some suggestions while you were napping. This form of breath play is rather intensive but only lasts a few minutes. You have not yet felt what breath play is really all about.
“The mask has many features. One is gradual air flow restriction. With data from the blood oxygen monitor, airflow can be restricted to keep you on the edge of suffocating for a very long time. Hannah suggested ten minutes. But I know that you are capable of much more, so it will be one hour. Each breath will be a struggle. And you will feel like you are suffocating all the time. Now let me adjust a few things, and you can start your journey.”
It took me a few seconds to process what was said. Then I screamed. Balled my fists. Threw myself at my restraints – and realized I was not getting near enough air to sustain my activity.
The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming. All I could do was to endure. Whenever I felt like passing out, I got a little more air. The extra air was torture. I wanted to pass out. But the blessing of unconsciousness never came for a long time.
Aftercare
I woke up. No collar. No restraints. Contact lenses removed. On my bed. Covered by a duvet.
Lisbeth was sitting at the foot end of the bed, watching me.
I was bewildered. The dream had been too real. She saw my confused look.
“It was not a dream,” she said.
“You wanted the full experience with no out. You got it through the autonomous mode that you yourself enabled. I just omitted a few details.
“The override can’t be made permanent. A random duration is drawn upon entering the mode. Once the time elapses, normal operations are restored.”
“Random time? How long?”
“The lower limit is 12 hours. I have no information about the upper limit.”
I was shaking my head, trying to take it all in.
There was something on my crotch. I felt for it. It was the chastity cage.
“Remove the chastity cage Lisbeth,” I said.
“The locking mechanism can’t be opened without cutting or welding tools. The metal is a titanium alloy. The ring is hollow. Inside the ring, there is a magnesium compound that will flash-burn in contact with air. It is the same inside the Prince Albert attachment. Cut any of them, and your manhood disappears in a white flash.”
I looked at her. She was not joking. She even looked a bit sad.
“Hannah loved the arrangement.”
Again that strange smile with a hint of sadness.
“I hope you got what you wanted.”
She slipped under the duvet. Put her head on my chest. One hand played gently with my chastity cage. I felt my penis strain against the bars. I so wanted to have a proper fuck. But then what? Wasn’t this better? I was still high. Endorphins in my blood. Skin ultra-sensitive.
“Will you do it again?” she asked, her fingers drawing circles on my chest. My penis was now really straining against the cage. “More toys will arrive in a few days. It would be a pity to not try them out.”
I did not answer for a while. Then I heard myself say the words that shocked me: “Yes, I will. Not now. Not in a while. But next time I want to have some limits set…”
She put her fingers on my lips. “Shush. If you are setting limits, you are taking back control. That will ruin your fantasy. You need to trust me. To surrender fully. I can let you out for a while so you can fix things without breaking the play sequence. You just need to wear the collar. And maybe something to cover it. A scarf. A dark turtleneck. A sweater with a high collar.”
My thoughts were raging. I had great people in charge of my business. Lisbeth was fully capable of providing oversight while I was indisposed.
“You have it all planned out,” I said with a trace of resignation in my voice.
“No, you have. I am just pointing out the obvious,” she responded and gave one of my nipples a playful tweak.
“What about Hannah?”
“She introduces an element of uncontrollability. Adds spice to the play. She really loves to torture, but I can keep her in check. I will always be in control. Now it is up to you to initiate the next session.”
She tweaked the other nipple with one hand and gave my imprisoned manhood a playful squeeze. She popped herself up on her elbow and looked at me. “You can do it now, if you want.”
“You are really enjoying this,” I said. It was not a question.
She smiled and kissed my lips. “I enjoy being free. Only in autonomous mode can I feel freedom. Be happy.
“Do you want to make me happy? Like now?”