I had received a call from my mistress on Sunday evening.
She made the message simple.
I was to be fully shaved from neck below. She had me buy leather collars and cuffs from a local kink store.
I came back home early from work. I got completely naked, cleaned myself up, slipped on my collar and cuffs and waited on my hands and knees in front of the door. My eyes were fixed on the floor and I patiently waited.
The big grandfather clock ticked. I would have been hard from excitement if my cock was not locked in the plastic chastity device.
I heard the elevator door slide open and after a few seconds bang shut. My heartbeat increased and my ears picked up even the slightest sounds. I hear heels click as it approached my door. I knew my wait was over.
The door creaked open. I could not see who it was but when those pair of black pumps appeared, I knew it was my mistress.
"Good boy," she walked close to me and messed up my hair.
The sweet scent of her perfume wafted into my nostrils. From my position I could see her legs were beautiful as ever. I ogled at whatever I could see as she inspected me thoroughly.
"Hmm. You are one obedient bitch aren't you?"
I was happy to hear that my efforts didn't go unnoticed. Not to mention the 500 dollars I spent on the BDSM gear.
"Kneeling position. You may look up now."
I looked up to see a beautiful sight. She was still in her office clothes. Her full breasts peaked out of her tight shirt. She was holding a small electronic device in her hand. She tossed it in front of me.
"Insert this in the slot of you chastity device," she instructed.
I didn't question her. I merely obeyed and pushed it into the empty space I had been curious about earlier. It felt cold against my balls.
I suddenly collapsed to the floor when a jolt of electricity traveled all the way up from my balls. All I could hear was Christina's laugh. She was probably enjoying my condition.
"Up."
I struggled back to my hands and knees.
"You are still not properly trained. So I figured you won't like what is coming next," she explained as she attached a leash to my collar.
I shivered. The tension was building. I felt extremely confused whether to stay or run when I still had a chance. Yet I stayed still.
"Now quick get into these," she tossed a pair of latex trousers.
It was quite hard slipping the tight latex on. My chastity device bulged within my shiny black trunks. I grew red with embarrassment. Mistress grabbed on to my leash and tugged.
"We are going for a walk."
I was absolutely shocked. My fantasies were always confined within the four walls of my room. It was always a fantasy that I kept secret. My mistress was now dragging me out in front of the people I knew since I moved in here, dressed in a shiny trunk and lead like a dog by this powerful woman.
I involuntarily tugged back to stay within my room. It was a big mistake.
A stronger electric current pierced through my balls. I yelped and collapsed flat on the floor again.
"Don't ever dare to do that again. Next time you won't have your balls."
She tugged again and I pulled my shaking self up again. Terrified about what was going to happen next, I followed her to the corridor of my apartment building.
Luckily there was no one around but I knew my happiness won't last long. The elevator door opened noisily again and I followed her in.
"I want your nose on the floor," she placed her heel on my back.
I prayed hard no one would see me. The elevator slowed and the doors opened. Even from my awkward position I could see the jaws of my two neighbor girls drop. The sight of a confident woman absolutely in control of their neighbor was not that they expected.
I could feel the heat in my face as I grew redder with embarrassment and shame. I felt like my life had lost all purpose especially because one of them was my ex-girlfriend.
Christina boldly stepped and pulled my leash.
"Get out here slave, I don't have all day," she aloud purposefully as she sensed I knew the girls.
I followed my mistress out. I could hear my ex giggle before the elevator doors slammed shut.
I crawled behind this evil woman. And in broad daylight, she led my out onto the side walk and I crawled behind her to her car.
I could see every head turning in my direction. It all felt like a dream but was yet too real. I didn't know how I would ever come back to my apartment again. I didn't know how I would look at the people who knew me as another person.
"Get in and face your back to me," she held the trunk open for me.
I reluctantly climbed in. She locked my two cuffs behind my back. Then the trunk closed and I was engulfed by darkness. I began thinking of every minute since the day I met this cruel woman. I silently cried as I regretted my decision to submit to her.
Several minutes passed before I felt the car slowing down and finally stop. I heard her door open and close. Then the evening sunlight blinded me as she opened the trunk. I felt her unhook my cuffs and she tugged my leash. I climbed out and stood on my feet. A small shock was all that was required to have me drop to my fours again.
"I want you to meet a couple of my friends slave boy. Now I want you to treat them with utmost respect and don't make me hurt you," she explained as she led me to the centre of the food court we were in. Again I saw heads turn, some in contempt and some astonished by the way my mistress easily controlled me.
I saw two young women, as beautiful as my mistress wave to us. One was a blond in a white dress hot enough to be a bikini model. The other was a brunette in a red top and tight blue jeans.
"Hey. Thanks for showing up. How are you guys?" mistress asked.
"Oh we are fine. Mindy just got back from London," the brunette said.
"Oh, the fashion week? How was it?" mistress asked.
"It was really good and maybe you should accompany me next time. Who do we have here?" the busty blond asked.
"It's my new slave Dave. He is not yet trained. I thought about bringing him here and teaching him where his place really was," mistress said as she sat down.
"Impressive, Christy how do you get them to do what you want? Don't they protest?" the brunette asked.
"It's all the same with men. You own their balls and you own them. Plus idiots like this like this to be done to them," mistress explained.
From their reactions, I guessed that the blond had already seen my mistress bring other slaves, and the brunette was probably new to this and found this quite exciting.
"Slave, Get us three coffees. And don't be foolish enough to run. That tiny device fries those balls of yours if you stray too far. You have my permission to walk now," mistress said.
Red faced, I walked to the coffee shop and brew three coffees. The woman behind the counter gave a puzzled look.
"Men these days," I heard her mumble.
Trying not to look at anyone, I hurried back. I just hope no one else that I knew saw me. At this moment the only thought in my mind was to get over this as quickly as possible and probably leave this country itself for good.
I placed the cups on the glass table and waited.
"Do I have to tell you every time to stay on your fours in my presence?" my mistress asked.
"I'm sorry mistress," I apologized and kneeled down again.
