Evil keyholder

That morning G was preoccupied, and aroused. Maybe at that time he will face some other Mistress M’s client? Third persons were not involved by contract…

G was ready, all cleaned and emptied. This time the doorman was surprised for the strange timing, but didn’t care at the end. G entered the apartment, usual routine of undressing, and crawling towards the small room, with the two keys in mouth, as Mistress M’s directions. “I see you came with the cage on, that means that the keys you won yesterday were not the right ones, too bad…”

This time there were some blindfolds on the table. Mistress M put one of that blindfolds on G’s eyes, then some liquid was poured on the slave’s anus: it was lubrificant, finally, she understands G! G was terrified to be late at work, and started trembling; Mistress M noticed that: “Don’t worry, it’s a rapid game today, then I will jump today evening meeting, and we will meet again tomorrow, at 7:00, not dressed as you’re going to work, stay sporty, you will be home in time to change tomorrow.”

Then something touched G’s ass, it was cold, very cold. Some seconds later, that cold thing entered with no mercy inside the anus: “You’re experimenting a newly bought toy, it’s called ‘pear of anguish’, it’s very cool!”

That was a buttplug, a big one, with a -not so- little twist: by rotating the vertical part, it opens, like a flower, but made of steel! “Click!”, a sound came out: a new lock was closed on this new toy: G had a big toy in his ass, and it couldn’t be extracted because of the dimensions, once opened. G was frightened, a lot, and was thinking: “If the new key ends in the same box of the others, I won’t poop in years, I will die!”

“I will put the key here, it won’t be mixed with other keys; now get dressed and go to work, see you tomorrow!”

G crawled to the dressing room, and stood up; it hurted, a lot, at first. Then, step by step, was kind of pleasant… maybe too much… G was walking with a strange step, and smiling a lot! Arrived at the workplace, sat on the chair and almost shouted (with no apparent reason, for the collegues): the pear was not suitable for sitting positions... G had to think about stand up tasks for all days, and some excuses to justify his not sitting to the desk at all! That was very difficult, accounting is a job with not much standing tasks!

A back-ache was the excuse chosen, then G went home at the end of the day. Today was not going to Mistress M’s place. Each step was a step closer to orgasm, but with no erection allowed by the cage: it was a strange and new sensation. When at home, G was alone, so no one could ask why was always walking instead of sitting, even for the dinner. Time to go to bed, that was another drama: G learnt to sleep with the cock cage, so with the belly up, not to crush the cage with the mattress. Now, that couldn’t be done! G had an open pear of anguish in his ass, and can’t sit down, neither sleep in that position! After many tries, G founded the solution: a pillow under the cock cage, and sleep belly down. It was, at the end, in kinda the same position of the spanking game, with the ass up in the air!

The morning came fast, G walked to the usual point, dressed with some casual sportwear. Entered in the room, undressed and crawled to the usual spot for the inspection: Mistress M was going to weight G… “but the pear of anguish is heavy, I hope Mistress M remembers it…” these were the kind of worries in G’s brain at the moment. Body clock was ticking, G was regular with his belly. Mistress M noted height and weight, then caressed G’s butt: it was still red and full of scratches due to the paddling game of the day before; then, she took the key, unlocked the pear, and pulled it out, in one single movement. It was very painful, and what came off was a steel buttplug with a different color, brown, on it. G was very scared of Mistress M asking to clean it (with the tongue maybe?); as already happened before, if you think something, it happens: “lick that ugly brown off, I need this pear for the next user, if you don’t clean it, I’ll put it back in you!”

That was an hamletic dilemma: lick a shit covered buttplug or have it back inside of him? Mistress M didn’t clarify if G could poop before putting it back.

G decided to lick it off, the taste wasn’t that bad, it’s all psychological and the smell does the rest. “Very well, now take this coin for the slot, dress yourself back, go home and meet me this evening as usual.”

Said, done.

This time, no triple icon came off, no key. Back to home, pooping and hurry at work. This day, no problems with his back!