Blog : Just 60 minutes awaay

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6/27/2022 10:53 am

Just 60 minutes awaay

It was just an hour from when I got her message when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible there was just an hour of intermission between old life new reality.

I had arrive early, as I knew the preparations would take time. Once I was allowed , street clothes went the door side bin. The simple steel collar was all I was given wear before being led, naked, the guest bathroom.

Without going into too many details, I was to clean myself, inside and out, with processes included an enema and a long steaming shower. flesh felt soft and smooth, which made it all the more ready for near complete<b> shaving </font></b>and the follow up moisturizer.

Feeling even more naked, I was led the dressing room, where the pieces She’d chosen for were laid on the pink princess sheets. The lace panties fit snugly, cupping now bald genitals, and the stockings felt strangely luxurious as I rolled them up shaved legs.

She supervised as I tugged them to dangling garter belts, then assisted getting into the matching bra, cups filled with breast forms. Getting into the corset required even more of her , and ended with holding on one of the bedposts as She laced it mercilessly. So tight, it gave me the beginnings of curves and held me a stiff, straight posture. I had hold on for support as she bent forwards.

She pushed the back of thong aside, and I felt the rounded tip of a lubricated plug worked into ass, twisting until it was fully inside. I realized the plug was inflatable only when She started pump it up, making moan as it grew and grew inside .

I was still coming terms with sensation, the bulb now dangling between legs, as She began locking cock into its plastic cage. She replaced the lace panties over caged cock and plugged ass, and presented with the finished touches to uniform.

White lace gloves and a frilly lace-trimmed apron were the last bits of “clothing” granted .

Next, wide leather cuffs were locked onto wrists and ankles and each pair were linked with short chains. A large ball gag filled mouth.

She supported as I stepped into the mercilessly tall heels She’d picked . I worked stay balanced as She locked them on. The leash She clipped collar allowed her lead more directly, and give the added challenge of having keep up Her pace.

the more open space of Her home, the exposure of dress and predicament felt even more powerful, affecting ability concentrate. But concentrate I must, as Mistress was speaking, laying Her expectations of and the require attention detail.

The list of chores was long, without a single possible household chore was left . She signaled it was time begin with her crop. The hobbling chain between cuffed ankles allowed only very short, almost shuffling steps, as I made way the bathroom start. Every motion required thought and planning, even just finding a way of getting down onto knees without toppling over sideways.

It was not all glamorous, scrubbing her toilet, her sink, her shower and tub and bathroom floor, with closely linked cuffed hands. The inflated plug was starting to make ass ache, and the awareness of own position and appearance as I served made swell the cage.

I was determined everything be perfect, not a spot be there find once I was finished. In way, the white gloves were helpful. The corset felt tight with every breath. The humiliating false breasts seemed be way so often. ass ached. cock throbbed. But even with the satisfaction I felt upon finishing this one task, looking at the gleaming bathroom, I knew I was just getting started.

Each single task brought its own satisfaction. Each time She moved past observe working, each soft smile of approval made tingle. The sensations only grew. Now and then She would approach and give the plug a few more squeezes, inflating it even larger inside . It was such a slow build up of sensations and emotions. The cage, hidden beneath pretty lingerie emasculated so subtly.

Each time I caught sight of a mirror I could not escape the mixture of feminized sissy and humiliated man looked sheepishly back . Alone I’d just feel silly and embarrassed but there was something in the way She looked , trapped this way for Her electrified . I’d lost count of the times plug had been inflated, just feeling it so enormous inside , something I was aware of with every motion. And though it seemed impossible imagine the start of the day, I found myself completing the last task on her list of household chores.

I knelt down and waiting for her next instruction. Once she’d finished the page of the book she was currently reading, she turned . With a few words, she enlightened as how she wished a light supper be prepared for her. I made way the kitchen obey. It was simple and quick prepare, even though the gag prevented from taste testing any of the simple meal’s elements.

heels clicked on the kitchen’s tile floor, as I carefully set her place the table. I was ready hold her chair, but she stopped . She led the arched doorway separated her living and dining spaces, and I noticed the gleaming hardware for the first time. She removed the cuffs from ankle cuffs, linking them now the metal rings embedded in the baseboards, spreading legs wide. Next, wrists cuffs were freed from each other and drawn up rings head height on each side of .

She removed the apron now, then tucked the front of the lace panties under caged cock and balls. I moaned as she removed the cage. She efficiently wrapped the base of cock and balls with the end of a length of rope, and dragged the free end her chair. She sat upon her chair, slowly devouring the light meal, sipping her wine, while now and then tugging upon the rope she’d trussed me up with.

As I moaned around the gag and felt strings of saliva trail from lower lip, I wondered how it was possible I could ache even more. She used time against me as expertly as she could a crop or bondage. I never knew when the next tug of the rope would come.

cock, freed of the cage had held it for hours, was hard and thick and throbbing. I blushed, realizing I was drooling from there too. The breasts strapped to kept from looking down, but I could feel and imagine just how I must look, bouncing and oozing.

She stood from her chair once she’d finished, but she still held the rope. She freed wrists chains, only relock them behind . She supported as she lowered down knees. She removed the ball gag, but only long enough replace it with another gag. The new one filled mouth while also providing a base for a vibrating dildo be mounted . She switched it on with a wicked smile.

She ran her hands over herself, letting a soft moan of her own, giving the first true signal of her enjoyment of use. I moaned, this time with mental anguish, as she slid her fingers through hair the process of blindfolding , sinking darkness. I think the sensation on shoulder was her laying her panties there, and I smelled the intoxicating arousal so powerfully.

What can I say but she use made good use of the dildo, of face, of desperation. She rode the toy hard, tugging on the rope as well. The vibrating toy rattled what was left of mind, and I was beyond the ability think, as she grinded herself upon the jutting dildo. She tugged hard on the rope and screamed as she finally allowed herself release, splashing around the dildo, soaking chin.

She slid off the toy, wetly the sound of it, and walked away, leaving waiting in the dark. aching body was matched mental anguish. When She returned, finally, She left the blindfold on as she pushed head down lick clean the mess on the floor.

I was kept the dark as She guided back up onto feet and removed the cuffs from wrists and ankles. The blindfold even stayed on as she redressed , or I should say dressed , as I was given more clothing I had worn serving Her.

Only once I was fully dressed, a mental daze enveloping me as she did so, was blindfold removed. I blinked in the light. She’d chosen a simple but short and clingy dress for . She’d refreshed lipstick and put a blond wig on as well. With the big breasts and the corset-provided curves, I might fool someone for a split second. I blushed the sight of myself.

She called a uber for using phone, entering home the app. Good thing, I thought, as she re-gagged mouth.

She painted lips the same shade as the ball gag, so it might take a second look see it, least I hoped so, blushing deeply. She led down the curb, and I avoided the gaze of the driver as she closed the door after giving a kiss on the cheek.

I was about halfway home when I realized I was still plugged. A little farther when I reached down confirm cock had been caged again. It was just a few blocks from home when it fully dawned on me I’d left home a man’s clothes, still the bin in her foyer I supposed.

It was a heart-pounding, deep blush inducing trip from the curb, through the lobby, finding keys the small purse, up the elevator and home.

Piece by piece, I removed the individual pieces of , humiliation, sissification. Wig, gag, lingerie, heels, plug. I pondered myself in the shower, letting water fall over , hands roaming over newly smooth and hairless body.

Commanding the most powerful part of mind, once I found it, was the tiny, gleaming lock on the chastity cage. I knew there was no key. of the shower, mind already racing, I heard phone ping. A message from her. Photos — of me. In lingerie. In the dress. So many photos I didn’t remember her taking. With the last message was a close up of the cage, and a photo of her holding the key.

“I know I’ll be seeing you again soon, pet,” the message said. I could hear the glee in her voice, just reading those words.

I felt the truth of the words. I would be back again soon. And it would be much more than just the key to this cage would draw . And it would take much less than an hour be ready.


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