AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series is not intended to be a "wham-bam-thank-you-Mistress" sort of tale. While the story develops slowly, I'm hopeful the eventual scenes will reward the reader for being patient. This is the next installment of Scott's agreement with Claire (his dominant) to serve as a submissive at 'the Gala', a gathering of female dominants. He arrives at the secret location and learns more about the role he is to play in the festivities.
A change in the speed of the van caught my attention and my mind was snapped back to the present. We were slowing down, and I felt the van begin to turn into what I assumed was some type of side road or drive. "Okay hot stuff," my driver said as her smile was reflected back at me in the mirror, "We've made it. I hope you've enjoyed being my special delivery package this evening. We will be pulling up to the front of the house in just a couple of minutes. From there, I'll escort you to a waiting area until it's time for the festivities to begin."
Soon the van rolled to a stop. The driver came around to the back and opened the rear doors. I felt the cool night air rush into the back of the van and wrap itself around my naked body. I shivered a bit at the change in temperature. The driver knelt before me as she unbuckled each of the chair straps and unlocked the chain from the floor. "Time to unstrap the package," she remarked jokingly, and then reached out to hold the chastity cage imprisoning my cock in one hand, the chain in the other. "But, unfortunately not this package," laughing a bit and giving my dick a firm shake. I heard the chain rattle in response. "He looks a bit cramped in there. It's kind of tough to imagine how big he gets when he's not confined by steel. But I'd be willing to bet Claire would never have chosen you for this unless your equipment was up to specifications."
"Well, I doubt I'd make the grade as a porn star, if that's what you mean." I said with a laugh. "But I hope I can measure up to the challenge, if you'll pardon the pun." As she held my steel- caged cock in her hand, my dick involuntarily began to swell and strain against the metal. I could tell she noticed the effect she was having on me, and her eyes rose to meet mine.
She laughed out loud. "I like your sense of humor blue eyes! If it was up to me, I'd take this chance to make my own measurements. But since Claire is the only woman with a key to your little cock cage, it looks like I won't get the pleasure."
The moment was over. She led me out of the van, and we walked across a gigantic circle drive at the front of the house. I got my first glimpse of my destination. I was walking across the yard of an imposing country home. It was two stories, constructed of brick and stone with large windows creating dramatic views. The night sky was dark, but clear, and I could see a huge expanse of stars. I could tell we were somewhere out in the Flint Hills. The mansion was perched high on a rise with what I knew would be scenic vistas of the surrounding grasslands, trees, and creeks during the day. Pools of inviting yellow light spilled out from the home's windows. Inside, I caught glimpses of numerous people, relaxing, and talking, some with drinks in hand. It reminded me of a social soirée straight out of a Jane Austin novel, except I didn't see a single, solitary man.
"Come along now lover boy," said the driver, and she gave my chain a purposeful tug. We passed in front of the house heading toward a lit side door. Our movement outside caught the attention of several women, who moved toward the windows to watch us travel across the yard. I felt very self-conscious as their eyes followed my progress. My driver seemed to sense my discomfort. "You best get used to that feeling gorgeous. There are going to be lots of eyes on you this weekend. You've got nothing to be ashamed of."
We reached the outer entry and stepped into the house. After traveling down a short hallway, we arrived at another closed door. The driver turned the knob and guided me into a well-lit room. What I saw filled me with surprise. The room was nicely decorated with various chairs, sofas, and benches, all of which looked very comfortable. The surprise came from the fact that none of them were occupied. It was not because the room was empty of people. As my eyes traveled around the space, I counted at least ten occupants, both male and female, all naked and collared, just like me. Each of them was secured to the wall. Some stood fastened with just a chain to their necks. Others were adorned with leather harnesses around their chest or hips. Two men stood out from the rest. They were on opposite sides of the room, each seated in a specialized chair equipped with wooden stocks securely locked around their hands, neck, legs, and feet, leaving little room for movement. The stocks spread their legs wide, allowing their cocks to dangle. Along the wall between the two, I saw a third, identical, chair with its stocks and V-shaped seat, sitting empty. The driver led me directly to it.
"Here's where I leave you sweet cheeks." She unfastened the chain from my collar and from the cock cage. "Please sit here." Of course, I did as I was told. "This chair won't be as uncomfortable as it looks," she said cheerfully. "These stockades are lined with soft leather, and they don't fit too tightly. They are meant to accommodate a body for a longer period of time." I sat spreading my legs wide to fit each ankle into appropriate notches of the chair, and then I heard the leg stocks lock around each one. The driver's hand pushed gently against my chest forcing my neck back into the notch of the upper stockade. "Raise your hands sweetie." I lifted my arms so both hands were raised to either side of my head and lined up each arm into the notches intended for my wrists. Another loud snap echoed right next to my ears as neck and arms were locked into place. Finally, she reached around my torso to fasten a thick leather strap around my waist. The strap passed through a large metal buckle, and I felt the driver begin to pull the strap tight. My waist and spine moved backward to press against the upright support of the chair. I was forced to sit straight and tall. "There! I don't think you'll be going anywhere anytime soon. You're all set lover boy. Locked, loaded and ready for some fun!" She smiled at me earnestly and gave one of my nipples a firm pinch. I flinched at the stimulation but relished the feeling as my nipple became stiff and hard. I had to admit, she was an extremely engaging woman. I found myself wishing to know more about her. "Claire knows that you're here, so she should be down before too much longer to greet you. In the meantime, just relax, and keep that package of yours safe and sound!" She laughed again happily, reached between my legs, and gave the cock cage one last playful jiggle before she gracefully spun away and left me.
There I sat, confined in the stockade chair. She was right. I was going nowhere. I could wiggle my arms and legs, and I could turn my head from side to side, but these movements were greatly limited by the body position forced upon me by the chair. The strap around my waist kept my hips from moving at all. I didn't understand why I had been singled out with the two other men for special confinement. What on earth was going on? But before I really had an opportunity to reflect, the door opened, and two imposing women entered. One, I realized immediately, was Claire. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black corset that flattered her body shape, along with skin-tight leather pants. I could not help but stare at the curve of her breasts held perfectly by the corset bodice. Her face was made up to perfection, accenting her full, pouty lips. I could tell from her expression that she was glad to see me. She and her companion walked quickly to where I sat.
"Hello, Scott," she said as she greeted me with her customary kiss on the cheek. "Did Missy treat you well on your ride here?"
"Missy. So that's her name," I said to no one in particular. Then I looked earnestly into Claire's face. "Claire, I am so glad to see you. Yes, Missy treated me exceptionally well and did a fantastic job of keeping me safe and sound. She was very polite and attentive, and I suppose you know she is quite a talker. I've never had someone call me by so many nicknames in my entire life. It made it seem like we were old friends, despite having just met. She really did put me at ease. But she did not tell me I was going to be locked up like a maximum-security prisoner being confined to this chair with these stocks and straps."
