Evil keyholder

“Very nice puppy, I should choose a name to address you while you’re a dog… Next time you’ll have it!”

“Very good” thought G, “this is going to happen again…”

But now, with no blindfolds, G could see his crotch… hairless! And his armpits too, it seemed to be a child! A thing that noticed though, is that the cage seemed bigger now that it’s not partially hidden in hairs…

“Now, today we didn’t play our favourite game, so no way to count the coins you earned…”

A moment of silence followed: G was very satisfied of this cumming session, but wanted at least one coin for the effort and the humiliation! “Let’s say this, you came at the third wax strip taken off, so let’s give you 3 coins. Next time, bear more pain before cumming, then you earn more coins!”

G was so happy even if only 3 coins were given to him.

“Permission to speak, reply to me: how did you feel when you were doggying here, in the stairways, outside, in the shop and coming back?”

G was allowed to speak, but no permission to high up the gaze, so always looking to the ground G replied: “I thought it was funny to embrace the body of a dog, with this tools to keep it very similar: a tail, hands that are usable only as claws, a mask with the shape of a dog… was very funny. Then you opened the entrance door, and I felt horrible. I knew that something strange would happen, but couldn’t figure out what was it. I had fear to meet someone I know, and to be recognized. I’m horrible even when I come here normally clothed, think about me in this clothing… When you stopped at the first shop, I thought you were leaving me here and go away, because you were pissed off for the last day, that I waited here in my robe. I didn’t need to piss, and you waited for me to piss, that was humiliating, I was a human dressed like a dog, peeing like a dog, with a cock cage on my dick; I think I was crying while walking… and then you took me in a shop… Was the chinese beauty center at the corner? I hope the lady did not recognize me, and I felt very ashamed of me cumming on myself in front of you and the lady, not after or during sex, but just after peeling my crotch hair. I really don’t know why I came, I think this was the whole experience, the surrounding, the fear of the consequences… Speaking of which, when back here, you told to the doorman that you could lend me to him… How can you? There is a ‘No’ in the contract we signed!”

“Oh, you remember about that… there is a ‘No’ on ‘Conditions when in public’ and ‘Condition with others’… so there are ‘No conditions’!”

G frozen. “I thought that meant that there won’t be occasion to do things in public or with others…” “You made a mistake, would you like to change the contract or to terminate your experience?”

All the thinking about this vanished, again: “No.” And with no one telling him to do that, G moved and went to the corner, he put hands behind his head, shutted up and waited instructions, facing the wall.

“Today I pushed you literally over your limits; and you replied, at the end, by doing what an expert submissive should do after years of service. And you’re here about from a week! Let me give you a present: you gain double the coins from today on.”

“From today on?” That means that G could earn usual 40 coins with just 20 strokes, that are just 10 on each cheek approximately! It’s a big win for him!

“Take your 6 coins today, see you next week.”

G played, just a triple mouse came out: 1 key, tried when at home, didn’t work.

Next days were challenging for G: going out he had to watch every face, every person, every smile and try to catch if someone recognized him. To go to work, G passes in front of the beauty center, but since this event, he’s passing from another longer route, he’s very afraid of the young lady’s memory: she’s seeing many clients every day, watching their faces, bodies, arms, legs, and she analyze them to suggest the right thing to improve their image. G won’t come back to that shop, naked, to be recognized, so that’s good, he’s safe.

This time, G didn’t know what was going to happen: he had low experience on BDSM, based on pornsites, and he had experienced “all” that was there, but sex. Is it ever going to happen? With the finger crossed, mentally, G crawled in the session room.

Today, there is a whooly carpet on the ground, no tables in the room, paddles hanged regularly, but no one is nearby; some pillows are on the floor.

Something different happened today: Mistress M was dressed differently, she had no boots, she was in lingerie with a semi transparent robe, sexiest than ever; G never had the chance to scout Mistress M’s curves, neither breast size! Mistress M was medium size breast, flat belly, but not skinny, a rounded ass, not fat, not skinny either; she had a tattoo under the left boob, with “hold me…” and something else written in a nice cursive, but G didn’t get all the phrase.

“Let’s spice things up again today! Come here, lay down, belly up”

Mistress M approached G, started touching him, and his dick started to endures, but no erection was consented, due to the usual cage he’s in. She took a leather panty with a big ring on the front. Then she took a dildo with a suction cup, and it entered right inside that ring, becoming what the websites called “strap-on”. G was now used, despite he always addresses himself as heterosexual, to have anal penetrations, and he liked that, a lot! What was even stranger was that Mistress M put the strap-on on G, as he’s the one using it actively. And as it was used to happen, when you think something, that happens! Mistress M started a striptease, a sexy striptease, with the one goal to stimulate an erection to a man locked in a cock cage. She was so cruel. She proceeded removing bra, but still covering the tattoo, then the panties: Mistress M goes back to her native city to have laser hair removal treatments to her legs… and also her pussy! Nothing was there, apart from a very beautiful clitoris, with a nice piercing, the one with a small ring and a ball to close it. Then the hard part: Mistress M stood over G and went down, missionary position. She took the dildo and inserted it herself in her pussy, then she started moving. G stood back, not moving. He was aroused and excited, he was edging to cum, even if nothing was happening to his dick, was all in his mind. Mistress M continued to move, happily, looking and caressing G in the most erogenous zones. As they almost arrived at the top of excitement, G came, again. Mistress M this time was not as happy as when tyeh were at the beauty center: this time, because of the position, G came on Mistress M’s body… “You should not have done that, to me.” G was petrified and ashamed. “Ok, turn on your back, put a pillow underneath you, as you should have done when sleeping a couple of days ago…” How could Mistress M know the position in which G slept? Was she so expert and used to read the mind of her clients? G of course followed all the directions, and now he knew what was going to happen: he was going to be fucked.

Mistress M extracted the dildo just used, maybe for a health measure, and took another one, a black one, with a botton on it. She mounted it back to the strap-on, removed the leather panty from G, and put it on herself. “This time I’m going to use a particular lubrificant, you already know it”

“Oh shi…” G thought, yes, it was the ice and hot cream… Mistress M applied it with a glove, then cut a finger off this wet glove and applied on the cage, as a condom, upside down, with the cream entering in the spaces of the cage… painful.

Then jumped on G, and with no mercy, inserted the dildo in his ass, and switched on the button: that dildo was also a vibrator, so G was being fucked with a vibrant strap-on covered in hot and ice cream, while his dick was covered with the same cream, in a cage.

Mistress M started moving fast, and hard, it does not seem the goal was to enjoy the moment, seemed more as a punishment. G started moaning, of a mix of pain and pleasure…