Be Careful What You Wish For Ch 02 11

RECAP: I always had mixed feelings about having an 'in-person' keyholder that I would be committed to and that was long-term. As opposed to a scheduled visit to the random online doms for a session here and there. I currently had an online KH that would give me tasks, she tasked me with going to get a Brazilian wax, and to make sure my cage was clearly visible to the waxer when he or she came back into the room after I undressed. To my shock, my female waxer was intrigued by the cage, we discussed things at length. After she finished, I noticed she stole one of my keys, while checking out, she gave me her phone number for my online KH to call, not me. During my next session with my online KH, I learned that the 2 had talked, and my online KH surrendered control of me to this new in-person KH, my waxer, who was then able to obtain my only other key to my cage. Also, to be honest. I didn't even remember her name. My new KH made sure I was scheduled for my next 'wax' in a week, and instructed me to show up with my butt plug inserted and my largest dildo.

This was the longest week of my chastity filled life so far. I had never been truly locked, with no 'emergency' key. Don't get me wrong, I've gone way longer than a week locked before, and even longer still without an orgasm of any kind. So the length of time wasn't it, it was the knowledge that a real in-person KH had both my keys, that I was going to see her in person, soon, and sooner by the day. This meeting was somehow going to set the dynamics of this real life in-person KH'er/chastity relationship.

I received only one message from my new KH about 2 days before my appointment, it read, "bring the strap-on harness that your biggest dildo will attach to, DO NOT REPLY, DO NOT CALL, save this number in your phone as Mistress Wendy. Finally, set your phone's background and the lock screen with a picture clearly of YOU naked, in chastity, reset your phone password to 1234. See you Wednesday!"

These new commands made me both terrified and incredibly turned on. As the day of my appointment came nearer, my cock struggled against its prison more and more. The morning of the appointment finally came, and I was wracked with emotions. I packed my biggest dildo, the harness, and some extra lube in my gym bag, Then I inserted the largest butt plug I had and left for the waxing studio.

As soon as I walked in, I saw her, now known to me as Mistress Wendy, at the till settling up with a rather nice-looking younger female. However, this time I took more notice of Mistress Wendy. She was a fricken knockout for being slightly older (I was guessing mid-40's). Now, I'm not sure if I was too preoccupied last time, or functioning on pure shock at the situation I was in, or, if she had put extra effort in her appearance, but DAMN! She was wearing mid-calf light blue leggings. The color that you can really see the shape of things, as opposed to black which tends to hide things. She had the type that were extra low too, so there was a solid 5-6 inches between her navel and the top of these tights. It was almost a shock that these covered anything really. They were so tight that I could make out her pussy lips and the slightest of a camel toe. On her top, she was wearing a sports bra, that was it, and her body was TONE af, like this women lived at the gym. She had a tan that was that PERFECT shade of carmell/espresso. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. The type of ponytail I would see on one of my professional hired dom sessions. I think I froze, staring at every inch of her body, because I felt someone nudge me trying to get out the door, it was the girl that had just settled her bill with my Mistress.

I stammered an inaudible sorry and finished entering. Mistress simply smiled at me very nicely and said "please have a seat, we will be with you very soon." I stuttered something and looked at the seating area where I noticed there were a couple of mid-20-something girls sitting and looking at me, like I was a pervert eye-fucking the nice employee at the till. I sat as far away from them as possible, picked up a magazine and buried my beat red face in it. Before I knew it, Mistress and another woman came out, this time wearing scrubs. To my horror, Mistress approached one of the other women and said that SHE (Mistress) was ready for her and to follow her back. The other woman took the other client in the waiting room.

I just stared at Mistress Wendy, but she didn't even acknowledge me. I didn't know what to do, I sat kind of dumbfounded. In a daze, then I heard a woman saying, "Sir, I can take you back now." I looked up and it was the stunning early-20 something girl I saw at the till last week. I didn't know what to do, Mistress said to make sure I DIDN'T book with one of the younger girls because they would freak out. I didn't have a key; I couldn't even unlock and act like this is all normal. I felt like getting up and running out of the store...but something else overtook me...the pure horniness of the situation, the humiliation I was about to experience, combined with my new Mistress knowing all of this.

I stood up, and followed, cock feeling like it was gonna either break the cage, or pop due to the pressure. At this point, I could also feel the pre-cum pouring out of my cock...so much so that it was drenching through my shorts and even showing a wet spot on my gym shorts. My new waxer walked me to a room, and said, "I know you've been here before, so go on in and get ready. You can remove all of your clothes and sit on the bed." I nodded, then it hit..."ALL of my clothes"? I asked, "I can just leave my shirt on right?" She looked at me confused, "it'll be hard to do a full body wax with your shirt on?" I then quickly caught myself and said, "oh yeah, I forgot, tough workout I guess, blood hasn't all returned to the brain." I pointed to my clothes for 'proof' that I was at the gym, and tried to laugh it off. She took a quick look at me, and if I hadn't been on hyper alert, I think I would have missed it, but she paused at my crotch and I saw the slightest of a grin. She turned on her heals and walked away.

I looked down at my crotch and the 'little' wet spot was now soaked through completely, the size of a half dollar coin, and even dripping a little. I quickly shot in the room, and there on the bed was a big sheet of paper with a woman's handwriting on it. It read:

Steven, take all of your toys out of your bag and place them on top of the shelf in the corner. Remove all of your clothes and put them in your bag. Then rip this card up into small bits so no one can read it and place the pieces in your bag. Close the bag and place it below the shelf. Set your phone on your waxer's station. Lay down on the bed, on your back, head away from the door. Spread your legs and put your knees up, pulling your feet all the way back to your ass, so your asshole is lifted making the butt plug visible. Make sure you are positioned so that your ass and cage are pointed directly at the door. Lay your head down, and DO NOT lift your head, whatever happens when someone enters the room, you are NOT to move or say anything unless instructed to or asked something.

MW

I read it a couple times, trying to process what I was reading...then I heard a knock on the door, "are you ready sir?" I panicked and said not yet, I frantically started doing what was on the card, step by step, even ripping up the card. As I was doing that, it downed on me that Mistress doesn't want any proof that anyone put me up to this, so this girl, is gonna open the door, see this display and think that this pervert is here for some WEIRD sexual shit. Based on what Mistress told me last week, and my waxer being a 'younger one' this was NOT going to end well for me...! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, what had I gotten myself into, FUCK!

I knew Mistress had my keys, she had incriminating photos of me, she had what appeared to be ALL of my contacts, usernames, passwords (which I still didn't know how she got all that)...AND SHE set this all up...FUCK! I complied and staged the room exactly as she instructed, was in position and waited for the next knock, heart pounding so hard I think you could have actually seen my chest pump.

The knock, "are you ready sir?" ..."Yes"...the door opened and all I heard was a slight little gasp, followed by the door shutting hard. It shocked me so much I almost looked up to see if she had simply ran off...but I was instructed not to look up. I didn't even know if she was in the room...the blood pumping through my veins was so hard and fast, all my ears could make out was the rush of the blood in the veins.

Then I heard it, like the shuffle of clothes when someone moves, then the scrape of a sandal on the floor, finally a voice. You could tell the girl speaking was doing everything in her power to not bust out laughing. She said, "I can't believe you did it, she said you would, but part me thought she was joking." "And your phone, you really did reset your password and change your lock screen and backgrounds, Oh my god, she really does have control over you..."

All I could do was lay there, completely still, in a weird state of relief, that she didn't freak out and call me out for being a pervert. Incredibly turned on by the fact that this hot girl was staring at me in this position, laughing at my humiliation, looking at my phone. And all of this orchestrated by my new Mistress, who was turning out to be quite cruel and devious.

I then heard her moving things around in the corner by the shelf. She was fascinated now and started talking to me:

"So do I call you slut, sissy, slave, or what?"

"Whatever you like" I answered, "what do you want me to call you?"

"Hmmm, let's go with 'Princess' for now," she said, then continued, "I see you brought the toys she instructed you to bring. Do you like taking it in the ass?"

"Not exactly Princess, but I love to make my Domms happy, so if it is what makes you happy, I will do anything." I answered honestly.

She was quick to respond, "Anything you say. So, if I told you to drink another man's cum because I'd love to see you do it, you'd actually do that for me?"

The thought of it kind of repulsed me, but the thought of her having another man's cum and watching me drink it for her, turned me on. So much so, that my cock twitched in its cage and a little shot of precum actually shot out, and I felt it dribble down my ass around my plug. Then I said "Yes Ma'am."

She hit my plug with something, and it took me out of my revery. It hurt when she hit it and I grunted, but yet ANOTHER shot of precum shot out, further this time. "I said call me Princess, not ma'am, bitch...hmm, that's what I'll call you for now...bitch."

"So bitch, if I told you I wanted you to suck this big black dildo you brought, because it needs your spit as lube to go in your ass, you'd do it?"

"Yes Princess." I answered without hesitation. I wasn't sure if it was a request, or a hypothetical, so I kept my head glued to the table. I still had not yet laid eyes on her since she entered the room.

I heard some shuffling, then she told me to grab the dildo and poked my hand with it. She told me to start sucking. The touch jolted and excited me, the thought of now humiliating myself further in front of this girl sent me into the horny stratosphere.

I grabbed the dildo and started working it, like I love to have my cock worked. I licked the tip slowly, then slowly sucked the tip into my mouth and back out. I took long slow licks down the entire shaft and back up again. All while trying to produce as much saliva as possible.

I heard her laugh a little at my efforts, and I heard some more shuffling. She asked if I ever sniffed panties. I answered as best I could with the cock in my mouth, and ended up nodding my head. She came up beside my head at this point and I could finally see her.

She watched me closely sucking on the dildo cock. Her bright blond hair stood in such beautiful stark contrast to her perfectly tanned skin. She was no longer wearing the scrub top that she was wearing when she escorted me back. She was wearing a sports bra. The bed was too high, so all I could see out of my peripheral was about mid stomach up, but her abs were so tight and tone, I could make out clearly every muscle in her six-pack.

She caught me looking and just smiled and said, "Do you like what you see bitch?"

Again, I tried to say yes, but it just came out garbled, so I nodded my head profusely. She took pitty and said, "no need to answer, just nod or shake your head, ok bitch?" I nodded.

When she started talking, it was more of a narrative than anything else, but she was loving the effect it was having on me.

"So, right now I'm going to take my yoga shorts off," she said as she was walking around the table to be over my head. As she got there, she disappeared for a few seconds, and I heard the unmistakable sounds of her taking off clothes. "Under my yoga shorts is a thong that I wore all day yesterday. Usually I like to sleep nude, but see, last night, my boyfriend fucked my brains out, and came DEEP inside my pussy, and when I say deep, I mean deep. He's ten and a half inches fully erect...we've measured. I was so tired, that I just wanted to cuddle and go to sleep, but I didn't want that cum to ooze out onto my sheets. So, I decided to put these panties back on and let them soak up what leaks out."

All the while she was narrating this for me, she was standing at the head of the table looking at me sucking the cock and then staring into my eyes. Her tone was slow, seductive, and sultry.

She continued, "I'm not a nasty funky girl, normally I would've gotten up and showered and cleaned myself up, but I was just soo tired, plus, I figured I'd get up this morning, shower and clean up anyway. Except, in my exhaustion, I forgot to set my alarm. Next thing I know, my boyfriend is freaking out because he just woke up, he's gonna be late, I see the time and I'm already late. I jumped out of bed and put on the first things I saw, this sports bra and my yoga shorts...because I was already wearing these panties." As she said, "these panties", she made a point of bringing a hand in view of my face and pointing towards them.

She then gave me a wicked little smile and continued, "After I checked in to work and saw who I had on my list of clients, I knew this was fortuitus. These panties, that I wore all day yesterday, went to the gym in, sweated in..." she leaned in real close and whispered the next part in my ear, "masturbated in...four separate times." As she said the word 'four' she used her other hand to count out 1, 2, 3, 4 on the side of my face. Her sudden touch jolted me, I realized that I had completely stopped sucking the cock at all...it was just in my hand above my mouth as I listened in complete rapture.

She leaned away, used her hand to push the cock back towards my mouth and I began sucking again. She continued, "the panties I put on to soak up the huge cum load that my boyfriend shot inside of me. The coincidence of this was so perfect, that I immediately went into the breakroom and pulled out my little clit vibrator and masturbated until I came two times in a row. I was already late for work, but I couldn't stop myself."

She leaned in again and was right at my ear and whispering, and using one of her hands to ever so slightly stroke the fake cock I was sucking and continued, "I'm going to take my panties off now, they are soaking wet because of how turned on I am now, plus, they have nearly two days of sweat in them, at least 8 orgasms, and the cum from my boyfriend soaked into them. I'm going to take this dildo from you, I'm going to put my panties under your nose and I want you to breath them in deeply. Then you will open your mouth, I'm going to put the gusset into your mouth, you will close your mouth and suck all of those juices out, and you will not raise a hand to your face, you will not touch my panties."

She disappeared again and I felt more than heard her crouch down and take her panties off. She reappeared, with a pair of bright pink panties, and she did exactly what she described. The smell of the panties was fucking incredible. They smelled lightly of perfume, but there was slight orders of pee, musk, cum, and I'm gonna say vanilla. As she slid them under my nose, I could feel that she was right, they were SOAKED. I needed them in my mouth, my mouth was watering in anticipation. After I took a couple breaths, she slid them down into my mouth, grabbed my chin and closed my mouth. I sucked on them with wonton abandon. and tasted what had to be heaven on earth. I knew what I was tasting. I had eaten enough of my cum to know the taste, but this was slightly saltier and more bitter. But combined with her own juices, I could have lived on those panties for the rest of my life.

After she did that, she disappeared around to the other end of the table I was on. I heard movement, and shuffling, but I knew what it was. She was putting on my strap on harness, then I heard the snaps, knowing my harness, I figured that was the cock being snapped into place on the front of the harness.

She laughed and said out loud, to no one in particular, "I think I kind of get why men are always playing with their cocks, this is kind of fun." Then she came back around the table to where I could see her upper body in my peripheral vision. She stood there and said in a matter of fact tone, "I want you to close your eyes, roll over on the table and get into child's pose, with your feet and ass hanging just over the edge, you will keep my panties in your mouth, you will not touch them, you may grab the table for support, but once in position, you can open your eyes again, but you will not try to look at me, nod if you understand." I just nodded while I looked at her.

I did as she instructed and was laying in child's pose, my asshole felt open and exposed. She said, "you look great like this, but I think I want you to reach back here and pull your ass cheeks apart." I did as instructed. She then started talking, I think some of it for my benefit, some of it just to talk really.

"I've always wondered why men always want to fuck me in the ass. I mean, I keep my pussy completely shaved, not that you will see it. I work on Kegel exercises so I can grab ahold of man's cock with my pussy, and my pussy self-lubricates, and it does that to excess sometimes because I'm always fucking horny. Yet, every man I've ever dated has tried to stick their cock or their fingers in my asshole. I've stopped every single one. I've let them circle my asshole with their fingers, but not go in, I've even let a few guys tongue my asshole after they begged and pleaded. I've just never understood its appeal."

She went on, "but I must say, looking at your asshole spread wide, your balls almost purple and your cock leaking like a facet, I can understand why women would enjoy fucking a man up the ass."

She then told me, "I'm going to adjust the level of the table here so I can get a good stroke, but again, you will not try to look back here, or try to see me, nod that you understand." I just nodded. The feeling of being in this humiliating position, my ass in the air, spread open by my own hands, my caged cock and balls exposed, leaking profusely, betraying the fact that I was totally fucking loving this was almost too much to handle...I could not believe my luck in this moment.

I felt the electrical hum of the table lowering, then it stopped. The anticipation of her next act was palpable in the air. Then I felt her fingers grab ahold of the plug and slowly start to twist it and pull. She pulled just hard enough to get it out, but not hard enough to hurt. I then felt the widest part get past my sphincter and the plug almost shoot out of my asshole. At that moment I felt my cock twitch and little burst of cum shoot out. She just laughed.