It has been about a year since my first ProDomme encounter. Over that time, I had tried to liberate some time to see Her again, but somehow - it never worked out. Family and work responsibilities conspired to make it almost impossible.
And then my wife announced that she was going to take a week off to see family in the US. As much as I'd miss her, it was my opportunity to make the arrangements I need to make.
Without delay, I set up the "meeting" for a Sunday afternoon and booked Her for 2 full hours. It was about a month in advance but I didn't want to risk capitalizing on my freedom.
I arrived promptly at 3pm as instructed. I had showered and shaved and also shaved my balls for Her. Her requirements were very specific. Three knocks on the door and She opened it slowly, dressed in a black, tight latex jumpsuit. She looked delicious and pleased to see me again.
I stood at attention in the entrance way while She inspected her next "victim". After a few moments, She instructed me to remove all of my clothes, fold them neatly and place them on the chair in the front hall, then stand straight up and wait.
She crossed the room and sat on the ottoman that doubled as a cage for Her "pets". I had seen it in use on the website. Then she ordered me to drop to hands and knees and crawl slowly towards Her. She reminded me to respond to her commands and questions and to address her as "Mistress" or "Goddess".
She then sternly said "Stand!"
I mumbled "Yes, Mistress" as I did so.
My cock was already quite hard and pre-cum had started to ooze from the head. Mistress smiled and wiped it with her finger.
"I remember that you liked cleaning my finger last time" She said, and put her finger in my mouth. I dutifully sucked my juice off her finger.
"Good boy, now put your hands behind your back."
I did so and she secured my wrists with metal cuffs.
"I am going to have some fun today and I hope that you do too. But if you don't, that's OK. You came here to be abused and that's exactly what I like to do to my boys."
I had told her in an email that my wife was away for a week and was coming back on Tuesday night. With my hands restrained, She went to wire rack and came back to me with a stainless steel chastity cock cage. She knew that I had never worn one before and enjoyed putting it on my cock, having to stuff it in since I had a bit of an erection. The ring part was secured behind my balls and the two parts were then attached with a padlock. Mistress stood back and looked at Her work.
Mistress smiled a wry smile and said, "I want you to please me today. If you don't, I'll send you home wearing the chastity device and you can come back if you want, on Tuesday to have it removed. If I agree to remove it, there will be an additional tribute. If I don't agree to remove it, you can explain it to your wife....."
While Mistress was talking she was teasing my cock through the openings in the cage, tormenting me. Then Mistress walked me over to the cross affixed the the wall. Facing the wall, She spread my feet, attached cuffs and clipped each ankle to the cross. Then undid the handcuffs and attached wristcuffs and did the same so that I was fully immobilized.
Mistress then ball gagged me. Once that was done She put a short wood dowel in my hand. She said that anytime I wanted her to stop, all I had to do was drop the dowel - but Mistress reminded me about the consequence of not pleasing Her.
Mistress then proceeded to strap my backside and back with a wide leather strop. She continued to torment me for an eternity until my ass was on fire, my back was in agony and tears were streaming down my face. I was groaning into the gag and my cock was straining against the confines of the cage. But the dowel was firmly clutched in my hand.
The next thing that i remember was Mistress removing the gag and releasing my wrists from the cuffs. She handed me a bottle of cold water and as I drank, I realized that I was not holding the dowel. A feeling of fear overwhelmed me. I said nothing as i quenched my thirst and realised that my legs were a bit wobbly.
Mistress said, "You lost consciousness for a few moments and dropped the dowel. I think you started to hyperventilate so I stopped to let you recover. Don't worry about the dowel. You have pleased me very much by holding out as long as you did!"
Mistress unshackled my ankles and let me to a couch to recover, and chat. Mistress was very interested in knowing how I felt about the torture I had just experienced. She seemed very pleased to hear how much I enjoyed the pain, notwithstanding that i had passed out.
A few minutes later, Mistress announced that she had "something special" to show me. She helped me up and led me to the other end of the "studio" where behind a screen she had a doctor's examining table with stirrups. The sight made me extremely apprehensive, I knew that She had complete control. She helped me up onto the table with a small step stool beside it. Once lying there on my back she proceeded to tie my ankles together and secure the rope to a ring a the end of the table.
Mistress then put the velco cuffs back on my wrists and had me cross my arms across my chest. She then secured my left wrist to the right side of the table and the right wrist to the left side. I was unable to move in that "straightjacket" position but could not figure out why she chose that position.
I was still wearing the cock cage and Mistress began to fondle and massage my balls. I could feel the erection straining inside the stainless steel confine and squirmed as the frustration grew. She applied some oil to her hands and continued to play. She also caressed by cock through the openings in the cage. It was torture but I liked the feeling of helplessness.
She bent down and whispered in my ear "I can take the cage off of your cock, but you have to agree to let me use the new toy I bought for you." And then she showed me a gleaming steel device still in the package.
It was difficult to figure out what it was. Mistress asked if I had ever seen anything like it before and I just nodded "no".
So she read the back of the package
