I was out on my daily walk to keep up my exercise regime and get some respite in the healing properties of nature. The sun was out, shining brilliantly on the moist landscape, the red winged warblers were gurgling up a storm of musical notes, and my chastity cage was beating my balls against my legs as I walked.
I came upon a gorgeous young goth girl who looked incredible, though still fresh, and naïve. She had long ebony black hair, a lithe figure, black clothing, and piercings in her eyebrow. Her fingernails and lipstick were black, and her clothing was all black, but becoming to her figure. She looked taut, but strong, as if she regularly worked out, but not to the point of becoming swole.
I said "hello", and I commented on the deep ruts in the trail from the intense rains that she was inspecting. She responded that she doesn't usually talk to strangers; her mom told her not to talk to strange men.
I assured her that she has nothing to worry about with me since I am, um... literally locked up, that I am owned by an out-of-town Mistress,
"What does it mean that 'you are owned by a Mistress?'" She asks.
I told her that I am completely subservient and submissive to a Domme named Mistress Val, that she controls all aspects of my life, and that I have been trained to demonstrate my subservience to all women and to comply with anything a woman asks me to do within Mistress Val's set limits. The cage is primarily to show my subservience, since my heart medications make it nearly impossible to have an erection, though when I do get excited, it the constraint reminds me that I Belong to Mistress Val. I told her that I am 65 years old and not capable of providing a strong erection for the use of a woman, and as such I have resigned myself to being as useful in service as I can be, and it is this that drives me to be devoted to the demands of my Mistress.
She says that she had heard of such things but had never actually seen such a relationship for herself. She appeared to be an informed feminist and apparently had read or talked to others about things before. She asks me to see the cage.
I told her that I cannot show it to her on the trail without permission from Mistress Val. I asked if I should contact my Mistress for permission, and the young goth girl instantly said that I should. I texted Mistress Val and waited for the reply. While we were waiting for the reply, I suggested that perhaps the young lady would like to talk or text with Mistress Val if she has more questions.
She decides that texting would be good, so I handed her my phone and she exchanged a few messages with Mistress Val.
When she handed the phone back to me, I see that the girl had received permission to use me, and she had asked what the limits are for what she can tell me to do. She learned that I am not to do anything illegal, or anything that would permanently damage her property, that I am not allowed to involve anyone who is not aware and consents to using me, and that I am not to be unlocked. Punishments should be applied when I misbehave, and any disobedience should be reported to her. I learned that the girl's name is Tiffany.
Tiffany then told me to follow her into a brace of bushes and then to unzip my pants and pull down my underwear to show her the cage. She laughed and giggled when she saw the cage and snaped a picture of it with her phone, as well as a couple of pics of my face and full body shot.
She then texted her mother and told her that she broke the rule about talking to strange men, but found one who is a subbie wimp, and asks if she would like to have an old man slave around the house for a few days. "Can I bring him home, ... can I?" she asked. Her mother replies that it depends, and wants to know if I seem safe, and what I look like. Tiffany texted back that she has chatted with my owner, and was assured that I am safe, drug and disease fee, and compliant, and then she sent the photos to her mother.
A few minutes later, Tiffany's mother replied, and Tiffany told me that she is going to take me to her house now to do a "show and tell" with her mother.
"Open your mouth, slave!" she said, then spit in my mouth as soon as I parted my lips. I little drizzle from the spit landed on my cheek and she told me not to remove it. She giggled as we slogged out of the bushes.
Miss Tiffany's House, Meeting Her Mother
We walked about a mile on the trail before reaching the streets. We went another few blocks to her two-story suburban house with a neatly lawn and large entry way. I am surprised that her mother is in the kitchen deviously smiling, and Tiffany led me through the foyer to the kitchen and explained more to her mother about why she has brought me home.
"I got permission to pretty much do anything with him so long as it isn't illegal and doesn't maim him, Mom." She explained. She went on to tell her mother about what I am and how I can be treated.
Her mother became interested after hearing my story and tells me to strip in the kitchen and show the cage to her and her daughter. The mother says that she has been having some hotwife experiences in the past but was getting more interested in the Domme/submissive dynamic of being a keyholder and having a submissive to serve her when her husband is away. She says that she has done some research on Female Supremacy and found that the idea of having a male slave serve her excited her immensely. Her daughter also seemed to be very familiar with the terms and lexicon of Domming.
After I finished stripping my clothing off, they asked me to call Mistress Val and let them speak to her about having me be their slave for a while. Mistress Val consented, and wanted pictures sent of what they do with, and to me. They are told that they cannot have the key to my cage, though they can use me any other way they want.
They laughed and fondled the cage and asked a stream of questions: "How long I have been locked? Does it hurt? How do I keep it clean? Can they have the key?"
