I am an older submissive male. Over the years, I've been blessed to have had some caring, exciting, but no nonsense mistresses. Some were more kind and others more strict. I personally most enjoy a mistress who is a bit of both.
One such mistress, a smart, humorous and exciting woman, lives in Texas. Her name is Rhona. She insisted I call her Mistress Rhona, which I was happy to do. We talked a lot by phone and got to know each other well before my first visit
Shortly before I met her in person that first time, she had me purchase a clear plastic cock cage and mail her the keys. She wanted me caged before I was in her presence the first time.
She also ordered me to fill out a Femdom Questionnaire which she emailed to me. She said she culled it from several other online questionnaires and added some of her own fantasies. She said I had to elaborate as much as possible to give her a complete picture of my experiences, humiliations and cravings.
I spent several days filling out her questionnaire, sharing my innermost thoughts and desires. When she read my answers, she would know as much about my inner workings as anyone I had ever known. This was unsettling, yet I was hard much of the time I worked on it.
Much of what she found interesting also punched my buttons.Some of it didn't particularly appeal to me, but I was willing to do it if she wished. It was scary to be that open with someone, but she demanded it, so there was no question I would bare myself to her.
Per her instructions, I brought the cage in my carry on when I flew to see her. I had the lock in my pocket and placed it in the little bowl at TSA with my car keys and change. I was concerned TSA would notice either the lock or the plastic cock cage in my bag when it went through the metal detector, but nobody said anything.
One female TSA agent did smile -- perhaps smirked is more accurate -- when she looked at the x-ray screen. She glanced down at my crotch and broke into a full grin.
Mistress Rhona instructed me that, when I arrived at the airport where she was to pick me up, I was to find a restroom, get into a stall and put the cage on. When I locked the stall, I sighed deeply and hesitated before locking it on. This was definitely the point of no return. I was apprehensive, but I realized I had come this far, so may as well go all the way.
Mistress Rhona also told me that once it was on, I was to take a picture and text it to her. I was shaking slightly when I aimed the camera between my legs. I took care that the picture not only showed that I was wearing the cage, but also that the lock was closed.
I took a deep breath, exhaled and pressed send. I was locked and definitely firmly under control of a mistress I had never met face-to-face. I was excited, but worried. I had never taken a picture of my cock before, much less sent it to someone. Obeying a mistress sometimes means you do things outside your comfort zone. Once I sent the picture, my fate was sealed.
Mistress Rhona came to the airport to pick me up. I saw her about five minutes after I sent the picture as I was leaving the TSA control area. She was pretty with longish light brown/reddish hair which framed her face pleasantly. Her most attractive feature was her smile. Her second best features were her brain and her imagination.
When I spotted her, she was looking at her phone and grinning. I approached and she stood and gave me a brief kiss. She said, "Welcome, pet."
I felt like a fly which had just voluntarily entering a spider's web.
While we exchanged the kiss, she took the opportunity to briefly brush her hand against the front of my pants to confirm the presence of the cock restraint she had just seen in the required picture. She smiled again. I don't know whether the smile was because she finally got to see me in person or because she knew she had her new sub's cock completely under her control.
"Now, pet, when I take control of you, you should know you have no outs. Oh, and just so you know, I forward the picture of your cock in the cage to a few of my friends. They are all looking forward to seeing more of you."
"You sent my picture to someone else?!?"
"No, you didn't listen. I sent your photo to several of my friends, not just one." She gloated. "Apparently we are going to need to work on your listening skills."
I shook briefly. Things were going faster and in ways I never expected.
Mistress Rhona continued, "Don't ever try to withhold things from me. Oh, and just so you know, there is no 'no harm, no foul' situation with me. There will be consequences for taking so long to get to me after you sent the picture. The consequences may not be today. Or they may be today. That's one of many things you just don't need to know. They will be imposed before you return home. Do you understand?"
I gulped. "Yes, Mistress Rhona. I understand."
"Good. Let's not let that sort of thing happen again. Are we clear?"
I shuddered slightly. "Yes, Mistress Rhona. Very clear."
My brain was spinning.
We made our way to her car and as soon as I was in the passenger seat, she ordered, "Unzip and take it out. I want to see your submission and see what I'm working with here."
I, of course, obeyed immediately. I knew I might earn some more punishments over the next three days, but wanted to delay those as long as possible. I unzipped and pulled my caged cock and balls out of my pants.
She looked closely and said, "Nice. But you look rather small in that cage. I'll reevaluate that later."
"Yes, Mistress. Whenever you wish."
"Exactly, slave. You're learning. Now, one more thing, give me your cell phone. That's not a request. You won't be using it without my permission, so I will keep it for you."
I gave it to her and she put the car in drive and left the airport. I felt naked without my phone. (Though not as naked as I was to be later that day.) I always had it with me. She played with me all the way to her apartment. She stroked me through the cage and thumped my balls a couple of times, reinforcing the idea that they belonged to her.
When we arrived at her garden apartment, she had me zip myself back up and then preceded me to her door. When we arrived at her door, she instructed me to unzip again and take my cock and balls back out. We were on a busy street, but my back was to the passing cars, so I was relatively safe.
Once I was unzipped and semi-exposed again, she held up her hand to stop me as she entered the apartment. No explanation. I saw her close the door and heard the lock click on. She almost immediately slid an envelope out from under the door. I opened it and read the following instructions:
THERE IS A BLINDFOLD IN THE MAILBOX TO YOUR LEFT. OPEN THE BOX AND TAKE OUT THE BLINDFOLD. PUT IT ON AND STAND IN FRONT OF THE DOOR. I WILL LET YOU IN. AT LEAST I WILL ONCE I AM READY. AS SOON AS YOU ARE ALLOWED IN, STRIP. I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE SOMEONE ELSE WITH ME.
I put on the blindfold as she commanded. I listened carefully for the sound of anyone approaching from either side, but heard no one. I heard cars regularly traveling on the road behind me. How shady would I look standing outside of someone's apartment with my cock and balls out and wearing a blindfold?