This wasn't even my fantasy, I thought as I purchased the clamps, butt plug, heels and maid dress online with expedited shipping.
The next day I brought the items in a backpack to Mistress Monique's apartment while she was at work. I put everything on then placed the butt plug in my ass and tightened the nipple clamps painfully so they wouldn't fall off, then looked in the mirror. With the hair and makeup applied I looked like an ugly woman. This wasn't my fantasy, but my locked up cock was crying in frustration as I beheld the sissy in the reflection. I took a selfie and sent it to Mistress Monique as she commanded me to do every day before beginning the list of chores she had assigned. I walked clumsily and painfully between tasks. It was degrading and humiliating, yet I felt I had never been hornier than when I was washing Mistress Monique's underwear and scrubbing her toilet with a locked up cock, wearing heels, and no hope of relief when I left. After a week of being unable to sleep from sexual frustration, and also being ignored by Mistress Monique while keeping her apartment spotless, I finally received a text from her that read "Come over tonight at 7pm sharp." I was elated and also looking forward to both some relief and quality time with her. I hoped she hadn't been going over to Ben's, or anyone else's for that matter.
When I arrived, Mistress Monique was wearing a black dress with a tight low cut that showed off both her amazing chest and the key to my chastity cage between her high, curvaceous breasts. "Come in," she invited, and "follow me," she instructed as she led me to the bathroom, her high heels leading the way under her swaying hips. I was unsure of what we were doing. She led me to the toilet then took a piece of tissue paper and wiped it behind it where man-spray can accumulate - other men who aren't caged and don't have to sit down to pee. She displayed the dirty piss-covered tissue with a disappointed expression on her face.
"I'm sorry." I began. But she placed a finger on my lips.
"I can't accept your apology. If you're truly sorry, go into my bedroom and use the cuffs you'll find there to secure yourself over the chest in front of the bed. Tonight I'm going to show you what being my slave is all about."
I was hopeful she wouldn't beat me too badly and might even unlock my penis afterward for some much needed attention and maybe even some hot sex. I saw the cuffs and first secured my legs to a couple rings set in the chest, then looked and saw that the cuffs for my hands were already attached to rings set in the poster bed and managed to get the second one locked on using my mouth. My cock struggled in its prison, forced downward by the cage resting against the chest.
After what must have been fifteen minutes, Mistress Monique came in the bedroom. I tested my bonds and found myself completely helpless. Why did I let her do this to me?!
"It's scary isn't it?" Mistress Monique asked, running her hands through my hair and breathing into my mouth, yet not quite kissing me. I nodded my head, afraid to speak and make my punishment worse. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a ball gag and an imposing whip. "See?" She teased, "You're not the only one who's been shopping. I'm taking my role seriously as well." Next, Mistress Monique reached over my head and locked the ball gag in my mouth, strapping it in place. "I have neighbors" she explained which made me even more fearful. Then she walked behind me and my world lit up in flames as she administered my punishment with the whip. I screamed. I danced and tried to hop from leg to leg, but the restraints wouldn't allow it. I shouted my old safeword unintelligibly into the ball gag, but the whip kept falling until I could barely struggle. I never got used to it but I eventually gave in to her and the punishment. Finally, the whip stopped and the ball gag came off me. Mistress Monique, now full of loving sympathy came into my field of vision and asked me if I had anything I wanted to say her.
"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. Then Mistress Monique took my head in her hands and told me that now she could accept my apology and asked me if I would like any relief since I had been locked up for a week. I nodded vigorously. Mistress Monique went back to the drawer and pulled out a strapon that was much larger than me, even if I had been allowed a full erection, and began buckling it on. She looked so intimidating and amazingly sexy that I didn't question her, and couldn't even had I wanted to. Then she pulled out a bowl and placed it under my caged cock, climbed onto the bed and beckoned me to give her strapon head. I didn't know it would turn us both on so much, but the humiliation of going down on her cock after that whipping was absolute, and we both gave ourselves to the act.
After some time she said, "Now it's time for some relief for your poor aching balls." Mistress Monique got off the bed and walked behind me, then slowly worked her cock into my ass. The fucking was assertive, deep and rhythmic. I could feel my penis emptying something despite the cruelty of being fucked while in a chastity cage. I also experienced a new kind of orgasm that felt like profound full-body waves of pleasure that washed over me again and again, but provided no reprieve from my horny need.
After a thorough fucking on the heels of the whipping, I felt utterly spent but would still have done anything to cum. I hoped I would get that chance. Then, Mistress Monique removed the strapon and lifted the bowl of slightly white pre-cum. I knew what I had to do and ate it greedily as she held the bowl to my lips.
After feeding me my pre-cum, she removed her clothes and crawled onto the bed on all fours with her ass raised in front of me and instructed me to eat her asshole and pussy. With my arms screaming in their restraints and my tongue in her ass, I tasted and inhaled her musky backside as I shamelessly served Mistress Monique to an earth shattering orgasm.
She laid there for a while in post-orgasm bliss, having had a good workout on my ass. I knew better to complain though my limbs were strained and painful. Then Mistress Monique got up, took a key out from her drawer and unlocked my cuffs, saying I was free to go. It dawned on me she really wasn't going to reach between her breasts and use the key hanging there to release my cock.
Following my gaze, she said, "It's so funny; you're so much bigger than me that I'm sure you could overpower me, take the key to your chastity cage, pin me down and take out your frustration by forcing your cock into me. It would be pretty hot if you did. But I bet you won't, because you need to worship me, and you need me to do this to you. I hope you'll do a better job tomorrow. Good night." She said; sweat standing out on her body as she excused me from her company.
I knew she was right. I wouldn't take the key and I did need her to do this to me. "Good night Mistress Monique. I'll do a better job tomorrow." I left, still shivering.
*
Two wall-crawling, mind bending weeks later Mistress Monique again texted me, "Come over tonight at 7pm sharp." My cock jumped in my cage, but fear also jumped in my throat. Was she going to punish me again? I really hoped she wouldn't, but couldn't help be turned on by the thought. The only part of me un-conflicted was my penis, struggling again in its chastity tube by the promise of torment from its mistress. Despite my fears I knew I would be there. It had been three full weeks since I last saw my penis or had an orgasm. And besides, I devotedly loved Mistress Monique with all my heart.
When I arrived the door was cracked. I peeked my head in and Mistress Monique was sitting on her high backed chair engaged with her phone. "Chains, bedroom" she commanded, not looking up from her phone to greet me. I was angry that I had been ignored for two weeks, and then to be so off-handedly talked to, but I dared not show it and obediently walked into her bedroom, stripped and not thinking of a way to escape my predicament, chained and cuffed myself over the chest in front of her bed, then waited for eternity until Mistress Monique walked in. Her high heels and shapely legs moved into my field of vision as she looked down on my exposed body. I gazed up at her chest and my chastity key to find her beautiful eyes. "My panties weren't folded properly today." She admonished.
Any hope about escaping from pain vanished as she again placed a bowl under my caged penis to catch pre-cum and hefted her whip from the drawer.
Mistress Monique moved behind me and told me that I had to ask her for this punishment, saying, "If you want out of that cock cage and out of my life just let me know right here and now since you aren't holding up your end of the bargain and cleaning my apartment perfectly. Or, beg me to correct your behavior and we can begin. It's up to you. I don't want an unwilling slave."
It was almost too much, but I made myself speak, with gritted teeth and closed eyes. "Please, Mistress Monique." I begged. "Please correct me to be a better slave for you."
Then, this perfect woman began to rain her whip on my backside, searing the skin in pain. This time she hadn't used the ball gag, but I knew I mustn't cry out loudly. The effort to hold back my screams seemed to make the whipping even more painful as I swallowed my sobs.