Evil keyholder

The situation was horrible: G was cock caged and the only key was stored in a box full of other keys. Based on the dimensions, that could be sort of a thousand different keys… Are there keys of all Mistress M other clients? How long this relation has to last, in order to have the release key? If G meets Mistress M once a week, it can last 1000 weeks, that are at least 19 years. 19 years. All of these thoughts were running in G’s mind, at work, at church, at home, when with friends. G was not a party guy, when involved is not that chatty or enthusiast in dancing or parties; this week, G was more silent than ever.

Some of his friends try to approach him asking what’s happening, but no answers were related to Mistress M; the situation in the workplace took the priority and were blamed.

Thursday arrived, and the “always weighted naked” now got a sense: the cock cage was an additional weight.

Back in the usual room, undressed and folded all the clothes as usual; this was the second time that G came with non sporty clothes at the meeting. Once entered the room, G standed in a fixed position, waiting for instructions. While waiting, despite the rule is to mantain a lower gaze, G looked around, if something changed from the last time: of course it was! A new strange machine, like a slot machine, entered into the room; the fact that also that cylinder is vanished, seemed very suspicious.

“Look there, at the corner: there’s a vending machine! It provides you of a single coin if I approve it; it’s digital and linked with an app to my phone; every time you complete a task, I will deliver you some coin; these coins are to be inserted in the slot machine you already saw, I got you: last thing you’ll do before going home at every meeting, if you can, is play with that slot machine: if you get a three of a kind, a key will came out as a prize: then you can keep that key with you and go home. The next meeting, you will bring back that key, and you will keep it in your mouth while coming in this room after you got undressed. Is it all clear?”

G, as usual, nodded.

This meant that G had to fulfill every single task, pay for each and everyone of it, and then play and win the right key to unlock the cage. 19 years were calculated if G got a key for each week, but that’s not the way it works: the key arrived only if G get three of a kind in the same row in the slot machine. That’s never going to happen. “It will last for a loooooong time”, but G remembered also that the contract can be terminated either way. Or, he can set a medical visit that urges to unlock, then don’t present to Mistress M again, and it’s freedom!

“Your today task is to dust this room.”

“Again?” That was in G’s mind, and, unfortunately, face.

Mistress M recognized immediately G’s delusion: “Let’s spice things up then; take the second duster on that shelf; for this task only, you’re allowed to stand on your feet.”

Finally, that consent G to complete the task with no rule breaking!

“See that duster? Perfect, give it to me, and climb up the table.”

The duster was a bit different, the part that was held in the mouse was differently shaped, pointy but thick.

“Take also that red ball over there”

“What are we playing at, today?” G was perplexed.

The red ball was linked to some leather stripes with locks. Mistress M came closer to G and put the red ball in his mouth, the stripes around his head and she closed the locks. While G was thinking about what that was for, because he’s always silent, Mistress M walked around and inserted a butt plug in G’s virgin ass. A loud sound came out his mouth, the ballgag reduced the rumor. Mistress M didn’t use any kind of lube… but that cleared why the no stand-up rule was emended.

“Go, start cleaning, you have 20 minutes”. That was 10 minutes less then the last time… and the movements by hands are normally manageable, but the movement G had to do with his legs, precise enough not to let thinks fell down but strong enough to effectively dust something. No overthinking this time, G did all the dusting in the room. While dusting, when something was enough heavy not to move, the plug moved inside G’s ass, provoking hardons, limited by the cage. Many times G was hard, but the cage avoid that.

“Time’s up! Come here! Let’s see what you’ve done” said Mistress M walking around the room. She put some fake colored dust around, to see if G removed all; there were 7 different colours, this time G removed just 4 of them. He didn’t spot 3 colors…

“You did not dust the entire room: you missed here, here and there; so you fulfilled 4/7 of the task: give me the most accurate percentage of your score”, said Mistress M while removing the mouth gag.

G studied math and was nerdy enough to remember the periodic cypher of 1/7: 0,142857; the magic behind this number, and the reason to remember it, is that if you multiply this number from integers number from 2 to 6, you get the same cyphers, in the same relative order, starting from a different number. 4/7 so is the fourth biggest cypher in 1/7, followed by the others: 1, 2, 4, 5, 7 and 8 are the cyphers, the fourth is 5, so 4/7 is 0,571428… “In percentage is 57,142857%”. G was very proud of his reply!

“We have a mathematician over here… good, that worth you a benefit; today, even if you failed the task, I will concede you one coin to play. Please go to the machine and take the coin. Then go to the slot machine and play. Once you play, you get on the table, head on the board, direction of the mirror, ass up.”

G get the coin, was a simple and neutral coin, with no currency value of any kind, it was no money value at all, there were simple plastic poker fiches.

G inserted the fiche in the slot, and then pulled the lever: then pushed the first botton to stop the first cylinder rolling: a palm tree. G proceeded pushing the second button, another palm tree came out! That felt much easier than normal slot machines… the icons were 3 different kind (mouse, star, palm tree), repeating twice for each cylinder, G was already doing the math to calculate… “Move it!” her voice shouted… G pressed the last button, and a mouse icon came out. “Too bad, no key today.”

G ran to the table, climbed on it and followed Mistress M’s instruction; she came near G, pulled off the buttplug with no mercy at all. Another shout came off G’s mouth this time. Mistress M lighten him with an eyesight. G crawled to the dressing room, dressed back himself and left.