Evil keyholder

“So, let’s start with something. Let’s set up the next appointment. Next week, Thursday?”

G was going to reply... then nodded.

“Good job, 7PM this place, no need to online meetings anymore; go to the other room, dress yourself and do not show up until next Thursday”.

G did all what Mistress M told him, thinking about all the nonsense that the sporty clothing was useful for (G could undress even if jeans and shirt); what about the documents? Useless. Obviously, house keys are going to be useful in going back home.

The PC was still switched on, with audio and camera on, but all the experience was so overwhelming that G forgot about that. Once home, G commented aloud the meeting, saying “Mistress M I told you I wanted to fuck you, you touched me just twice, measuring me, and you never told me about the price of this meeting. Was it always 20$? Who cares, if you don’t tell me, I get it’s free.”

Dinner was prepared fast, then G step back to the PC, noticing what happened about the microphone still recording and Mistress M that was not disconnected.

G switched off the online meeting platform, hoping that he was so far from the mic, that Mistress M never heard any comments about her.

With an increasing sense of guilt, Thursday arrived: that day, G had a work meeting, that was dangerous for the timetable, so G decided to go straight to Mistress M instead of passing home first.

At 7PM sharp he ringed at the door, same procedure of the first and last time: walk through the house, arrive to that small room, get undressed of G’s work clothes and crawl in the next one.

Mistress M know how to deal with Subs, so she began the conversation saying: “Last time was 20$ as the first, but from now on we will make a deal: since you’re the first live relationship, I won’t ask you for fixed money anymore. Your payments will depend on tasks I will give you: if you fullfill the task, you have to pay, if not, you don’t”.

That seemed stupid by G, it’s free if he did not complete the tasks… so G thought he can have a free S/M relationship by doing nothing. Then he freezes. “What will be the consequences of a failed task? Free by money, but maybe I will be punished!” So, the situation is that G must complete task in order to pay and not be punished, strange but arousing if the tasks are sex-related. “I hope tasks will not comprehend householding, cleaning, washing, ironing and all other house mansions, Mistress M should have a maid to do that” G thought.

They said “if you think about something, that could happen!”

“The first task you have is dusting this room. This is the feather duster, put it in your mouth and go for it, you have 30 minutes.”

While kneeling, as the measurement taken states that G can’t be higher than his kneeling position, G could dust all the lower furniture, but neither the tall armchair, nor that strange wooden X on the corner. The dilemma was to either fulfill the task by standing up and breaking a rule, or not to break rules but fail the task. The usual moment of thinking followed.

“Still thinking? What’s up?”

G noticed that the question was direct, so he was asked to reply. He took off the duster from the mouth and started answering explaining the doubt. Little he knows, Mistress M foresaw all of this: “Did you have the permission to take off the duster from your mouth?” Gotcha! G was caught breaking rules even if following another rule related to the speaking when asked for.

G restored the position of the duster, and stop from any further action.

“You have to choose, this is going to be a long long series of choices, G, so let’s start: you have to choose to complete the task, breaking a simple rule I thought you were going to follow, or to fail the task, demonstrating you’re not proactive”.

G thought about it, again: rules apart, money was involved: completing task meant that he had to pay, who knows how much. Completing task also meant that G had to clean a room, a boring duty, very boring. G decided not to complete the task in order to avoid paying and a boring Thursday, though the alternative won’t be any sex, anyway, G knows he didn’t deserve it.

“First choice of the day, so, G, well done.” Mistress M lowed the voice tone, G started to be frightened.

“Maybe you want to do something else than dusting and housekeeping while you’re here”, then G nodded, of course, while his dick was growing and hardening.

“I had a whole week from your mail, let’s recover the lost time: come to the small table, crawl on top of it, head towards the mirror”.

That was the most sex-related task until this moment, and was just a little crawling.

Mistress M went in another room and got back soon, with a small carton box, with the famous smiley logo. “A gift for me? That’s fair, I paid 40$ for two hours meetings, I deserve something!”, that’s what was in G’s mind…

She took out from the box something strange, seemed a small empty dick, just the exterior part… the writings on the box was too far for G’s eyes to be read. Mistress M put latex gloves on, that seemed strange to G, then she took this object and walked towards G's ass. She then touched G’s balls, and his dick harden in a pinch, directly. “Oh, too bad…” she said… Then some kind of ring were put around G’s testicles. Then she left the room and came back minutes later; G’s dick was back on soft dimensions. Then she took this, that now was clearly identifiable as a “Cock cage”, and put it on G’s dick. The she locked it with a key. “Nowadays there are some cock cages users that replace the lock with a rivet, or glue the lock in order to be permanent. We agreed on a timed relationship, so we won’t let this to be permanent. Those are the keys, I will hold them. You will go home and do everything normally, but you will have to keep this cage on yourself, there is no way to unlock it, unless you break it with a saw or a hammer: but pay attention, your dick is inside, you don’t want it to face a saw or a hammer; this is undetectable by metal detectors or iron scanners, if you have to fly anywhere, don’t worry, you can do it. If you are going to have sex with someone, well, I don't have a valid excuse to provide you. If you’re going to have medical exams on your dick, just tell me sending an email, with “brobdingnag on dd/mm”, it’s an exception: every other medical exams not involving your penis, I don’t care, I won’t unlock you.”

G was still frozen: Mistress M touched his dick to mount the cage, then she told him he was locked until further notice. G was hard, but the cage avoid any adjustment on dimensions or thickness.

“Now, time is gone, go home, let’s see next Thursday, 7PM; the cage can be washed with soap, don’t ignore that part when you shower. I will put your key in this transparent case”, said Mistress M indicating a cylinder.

That was a strange transparent cylinder, around 40cm high, 25cm diameter, full of… other keys.