Ian the sub

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Ian the "sub"
Date: 08 May 2019

Ian the "sub"

I was working on my computer one night when I received a fairly strange email asking me if I was familiar with a certain someone. I responded that I was. He then went on to warn me that this person could not be trusted. I’m not going to get into the particulars, but this other person liked to blackmail people into paying him money. Ian, the one who contacted me, had previously been blackmailed, but was eventually able to get rid of the guy. I myself hadn’t talked to the other guy in a while and he never went so far as to try and blackmail me for anything. But I did learn that he posted a few photos of me on a Tumblr blog and over the course of a week or so, I was able to get him to remove them.

During this time Ian and I kept in touch and starting chatting regularly. And I think in a horned up moment I mentioned something about locking me up in chastity. I didn’t seriously think he would consider it, since he was a sub, just as I am. But to my surprise he said he would. In fact, he said he wanted to practice being a key holder. Originally I only wanted to try for a day, but he insisted he would only do it if it were for at least a couple of days - over the weekend. I whined a little about that since it was only Tuesday, but agreed on locking me up Friday night. I was excited for most of the week. It had been a while and Ian and I hit off fairly well and I hoped that could turn into a regular thing.

Later that Friday evening…

Ian: Still feel like being locked up?

Me: Sure am!!!

Ian: Good. I need your Skype name and get your chastity cage, padlock, key, safe, and blindfold.

Me: Ok!

I give him my Skype name and get everything he requested. I’ve done this before online, so I know what’s expected…

1. Put the cage on and lock the padlock.
2. Use the key to unlock the padlock to prove it is the proper key,
3. Put the key in the key safe,
4. Push the internal lever to “reset” the combination,
5. Pull the blindfold over my eyes and hold the key safe up to the camera,
6. Quickly change the combination, And hold and position it until he can clearly see the new combination,
7. Put the lever back to “normal”, close the safe door and again quickly change the combination and hold it so he can see that it was changed and that I cannot open it.
8. Then finally remove the blindfold.

He told me all the above while he watched over the web cam. Once everything was finally locked away. I took the blindfold off.

Me: Wow! Feels so fucking good!!!

Ian: Good. I’m going to enjoy this!

Me: Oh? Why you think that?

Ian: My first real Dom experience.

Me: Well, not sure about the whole Dom thing, but I am basically screwed until you let me out.

Ian: That’s right you are. And you’ve told me several times you get off on being dominated and controlled.

Me: True. It can be very hot. As long as you don’t abuse it.

Ian: I won’t abuse it, but I am going to hold you to everything you say or ask for.

Me: Wow! Very hot!

Ian: It is very hot, slave.

Fuck! Reading, “slave” made my dick throb.

Me: Slave?

Ian: That’s right, slave. Until I decide to let you go.

Me: You said just the weekend?

Ian: And it will be as long as you’re a good little, obedient slave.

Me: We never agreed to anything like that?

Ian: Don’t worry, slave. Won’t be anything you can’t handle. It’ll be something simple like let me know how frustrating it is, how much you ache, how much you need me. Etc.

Me: Oh okay, that doesn’t sound too bad then.

Ian: You’ll be fine, slave.

Me: Actually the thought of you possibly forcing me to stay locked up longer is extremely hot. ;-)

Ian: Haha. I know you think that, slave, which is why I brought it up.

Me: Hot!

Ian: Well, I’m fucken hard as hell right now and need to go jerk off.

Me: Ugh!!!

Ian: I’ll be thinking of your inability to do the same… I want you to text me in the morning and let me know how it’s going.

Me: I’m pretty sure I’ll be climbing the walls by morning.

Ian: I hope so! :-p Talk to you later.

Me: Nice! Good night.

I sent him several more messages telling how horny I was until I finally fell asleep. Through the night I woke up several times to find myself humping my mattress - my dick aching for some release. It was only worse when I woke up the next morning.

I knew he wouldn’t be up yet, but sent a few messages anyway…

Me: Ugh!!! So horny!!! And tired…didn’t get much sleep.

Me: Thought about you all night. Especially about you wanting to Dom me. If you’re interested, you can be more aggressive. Of course, I’m sure I’m saying this because I am so freaken horny.

Me: But it would be extremely hot if you decided to control me - keep me locked - indefinitely, meaning I would never know or have a say when you would let me out.

Reading back over those messages I couldn’t help but think how amazing it is, the things we do or say when we’re horny. I felt a little uneasy about it, but at the same time my dick was making sure I was confused just enough to want it - and ask for it.

I kept myself busy - it is a relief to have other things to focus on. I know it’s only been a night, but I’ve been locked up for a couple days before by someone else, and believe me, and even though I could still feel the cage, having your mind on something else makes a difference in being able to deal with it.

I heard the computer “ding”…

Ian: Wow, slave! You must be extremely horny. Good! But for now, we will stick to our original deal.

Me: Ok. If you say so.

Ian: Remember, I’m in control here, slave.

Me Ok.

Ian: Say it, slave!

Me: You’re in control.

Ian: That’s right! As a constant reminder of that, you need to start addressing me properly, slave.

Me: Yes, Master.

Ian: Much better, slave.

Me: Very, very hot!!! My dick is aching!

Ian: That’s what I want to hear, slave… but if you don’t continue to address me properly, you’ll be punished for it.

Me: Oh, sorry, Master.

Ian: Believe me, slave. I’m going to keep track every time you don’t and you will be punished.

Me: :-( How, Master?

Ian: You don’t need to worry about it, but you won’t like it, slave. (Won’t be anything public or compromising - just some tedious task.)

Me: Yes, Master. Thank you.

Ian: [I know we started this under the pretense of just keeping you locked up, but as I mentioned I want to learn to become more Dom…, so from time to time, I’ll ask [out of character] how I’m doing or if I’m going to far, etc.]

Me: [That’s a good idea and I appreciate it… So far you’re doing pretty good - actually very surprised - but then as they say, sometimes it takes a sub to know what another sub is thinking!]

Ian: [Haha. Very true! So, no complaints or anything?]

Me: [Nope. Just as long as everything we say or do as Master/slave is real and not just a “character” as you put it.]

Ian: [Oh, no need to worry about that - that’s the point - but just remember, I am going to hold you to whatever you ask?]

Me: [Cool! But also remember, I may be overly horny when I say whatever it is I say.]

Ian: [Then just think about it before you say it! Haha.]

Me: [Believe me, I will now!]

Ian: Yes, slave. Isn’t that the point though in being locked up? Getting you to do things you probably wouldn’t normally do?

Me: I suppose, Master.

Ian: Well, maybe I’ll have to keep you under control long enough to make sure that happens. Haha!

Me: What do you mean, Master?

Ian: Don’t worry about it, slave. It’s none of your concern right now.

Me: [You said you’re sticking to the original agreement - are you changing your mind on that?]

Ian: Slave, you are not permitted to speak to me that way, unless I start the conversation! Understand!

Me: Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.

Ian: Good, slave. Remember I am in control, not you.


Ian: Furthermore, slave, remember that we originally agreed that it would be AT LEAST a couple of days. Meaning under no circumstances will you be allowed out before then, but you may find yourself locked up longer. >:-)

Me: So, hot, Master!!!

Ian: Glad you think so, slave.

Me: It’s also very hot that you always put “slave” at the end of every message, Master.

Ian: Why wouldn’t I, slave. That’s what you are.

Me: Yes, Master!!! Your slave.

Ian: That’s right you belong to me now, slave.

My dick is so freaken hard right now from reading all of this - he’s got me so damned horny.

Me: Damn you are so hot, Master.

Ian: I know you think I am, slave… That’s why I’m enjoying dominating you as my slave.

Me: Thank you, Master for taking the time to do this for me. It is extremely hot and I’m very, very turned on by all of this.

Ian: Good, slave. So am I.

Me: My dick aches so bad right now, Master.

Ian: As it should, slave… Wait until after a couple more days pass.

Me: I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle it, Master.

Ian: Too bad, slave. You’re going to have to find a way.

Me: Ugh!!!

Ian: Although, if it becomes too unbearable, I may give you an opportunity to take a small break. But you will get locked back up.

Me: What would I have to do, Master? …and how can you be so sure I’d lock myself back up?

Ian: I have a few things in mind that you could do, slave… And I’m thinking of a way that I could force you back into the cage.

Me: Wow! That would be so hot, if you could force me to lock myself back up, Master. If I didn’t have a choice in it.

Ian: I figured you’d like that, slave. I know how much you enjoy being controlled.

Me: Yes, Master.

Ian: Well, the first thing I want you to do is give me a list of all your toys and gear, everything… down to each and every key.

Me: Yes, Master… I’ll get right on that!!!

Ian: Very obedient, slave. I want photos sent also. Let me know when you’re all done.

Me: Ok, Master.

I get to work pulling out and laying out my gear, toys and equipment. It takes me the entire afternoon and unfortunately I had to go to work at 4pm, so I didn’t get finished.

Me: Not quite finished, Master, I have to head off to work.

A moment passes…

Ian: Ok, slave… Just make sure you finish up before bed tonight.

Me: I will, Master.

Work was basically the same - had a little too much to drink. Occupational hazard for a bartender. By the time I got home I was feeling a little tired, but I promised Ian, err, Master Ian that I would finish cataloguing all of my stuff for him. There wasn’t much left to do anyway.

Me: Okay, Master. Everything photographed and sent to you. :-)

Ian: Very good, slave. I’ll look it over after I finish eating.

Me: Okay, Master. Hope it’s what you asked for?

Ian: I’m sure it’s fine, slave. You seem very eager to serve.

Me: Yes, Master… You’re very hot.

Ian: How’s your dick, slave?

Me: Hurts, Master. Squeezed hard by the cage.

Ian: Very good, slave. It should be hard for me. If I didn’t turn you on, you wouldn’t want to serve me.

Me: True, Master. I said it before you are extremely hot. Very cute and excellent at domination.

Ian: Keep going, slave.

Me: ???

Ian: Continue to stroke my ego and make me hard for your submission, slave.

Me: Fuck, Master. That is so hot! Knowing that I can make you hard. Thinking about worshipping your hard beautiful cock. Worshipping every inch of your hot body. Doing everything I could to make you feel good. Make you happy and proud to have me as your slave.

Ian: Very, very good, slave. You’re definitely a keeper!? ;-)

Me: A “keeper”, Master?

Ian: Yes, slave. I may decide to keep you enslaved indefinitely.

My dick throbbed and really strained against the cage. Fuck! This guy was so hot.

Me: VERY HOT MASTER!!!

Ian: Would you like that, slave? To be owned by me?

Me: Would be very hot, Master.

Ian: You need to realize, there would be no backing out - you would no longer have any choices.

Me: Fuck!!! How would you be able to enforce that though?

Ian: That’s none of your concern, slave. Just know that there are ways.

Me: Very hot, Master - but very scary at the same time.

Ian: It is, slave. Just think about this, slave, in time I may just assume control of you.

Me: Even though it is very hot, I don’t think I am ready for that right now.

Ian: Whether you’re ready or not, is not my concern… When I’m ready, it’ll happen. And when you finally realize it, it’ll be too late for you to do anything about it. >:-)

Me: Nice! You really are good at this, Master! So, very, very turned on right now.

Ian: ;-) I knew you’d like it, slave.

Ian: Ok, slave… I’ve got to get going. Will message you after I look over your “inventory”.

Me: Yes, Master. I’ll be waiting, impatiently horny. :-)

Ian: Ha! Nice, slave. Ugh!!! It was more like, painfully, frustratingly horny! I sat there for a moment rereading our little conversation while tapping on the chastity cage. I so needed to get off. I can’t remember that last time I was this horned up. I loved the control and being locked up, but it’s so hard to deal with the frustration. Normally I would’ve just jerked off and went along my way. I can’t do that now. I’m stuck in this wrecked frame of mind.

I decide to get up and find something else to do. It takes a while and the horniness never goes away, simply due to the fact that I constantly feel the cage locked on me. I was busy cleaning when Master Ian messaged me…

Ian: Well done, slave. Now I know everything you have (and everything I have at my disposal if needed).

Ian: Are you there, slave?

Ian: Well I gotta step away for a while, slave. If I’m not back before you head to bed, I have another task for you…

Ian: I want you to email me and tell me about how you think you’d want to be treated/dominated/enslaved if we were together in person instead of online. You have until Noon tomorrow, so there’s need to rush. Sleep on it - think about being here at my feet serving me, slave.

I looked at my computer and noticed those messages were sent about 30 minutes ago.

Me: Sorry, Master… Was busy cleaning.

Me: Okay, Master. I will definitely get that email written and sent!!! Very hot!

My dick tried to get hard while I thought about all the different things I would to do with him.




The next morning I got up and started writing the email…


Master Ian,

So far it has been a lot of fun being dominated by you online (and very frustrating). Even though you said are mainly a sub yourself, you are doing an excellent job of being dominant, aggressive, and assertive without resorting to being mean or sadistic. You have also proven to be a fair and forgiving Master.

If we would have been able to meet and do this face to face, I think I would’ve fallen hard for you and agreed to almost anything. I would have the opportunity to actually touch you, worship you, please you in many more ways; bathing you, doing chores, serving you, pleasuring you. I could see myself laying at your feet, kneeling by your side or even locked in a cage, waiting patiently for you to want me to serve you in whatever way.

The intensity of being locked in chastity would be an order of magnitude higher, because not only would the physical contact with you turn me on, but the level of physical control you could wield over me would as well. Being able to see you, touch you, smell you, hold you, kiss you, taste you would constantly have my dick trying to get hard. Not to mention you’d be able to tease me as well; having me restrained while you tap away on the cage. Tightly tie me down and slowly edge me only to lock me back up without getting me off.

Ok… That’s about all I can write at the moment, getting way too turned on! ;-)

Your chastity slave,
Michael

I wasn’t sure if the email was completely what he wanted, but as I said, I was getting little too horny to continue. And besides I was running out of time and had to get ready for work.

Me: Hopefully the email is okay, Master. I would’ve written more, but I do have to get ready for work.

I knew he wouldn’t be up yet, so I didn’t expect a response. I busied myself with my morning routine and headed off to work. At noon, I received a message from him…

Ian: Very good, slave. But I’d also like specifics on how you would like to be controlled and how you would want to be used if you were here, basically want to know what would really turn you on. You do not have to worry about what I may or may not desire. Understand, slave?

Me: Yes, Master. I will do that for you when I get home.

Ian: No, slave. You can compose the email while you’re at work. I know you’re fairly busy, but take a few minutes every once in a while to add something to the email. I want it before you leave work this afternoon. Understand, slave?

Me: Yes, Master. I’ll do my best.

Ian: I’m sure you will, slave.

So throughout the rest of the afternoon, I did just that…

I’ve fantasized about all this so many times, I don’t know where to start…

What would really turn me on if we were face to face…

Definitely seeing you in full leather - not that you’re not hot already - but a guy in full leather would make me completely submissive and completely turned on. And I know being Masterful is more about attitude and demeanor, but leather is the icing on the cake for me. Your gloved hand covering my mouth. Down on the floor licking your boots. On my knees, chewing on your leather clad crotch. I would be in leather piggy heaven.

I also like the idea of being under someone’s thumb, so to speak. Finances controlled, location tracked, schedule managed, controlled access to phone and/or computer, told what to wear, what to eat. Stuff like that.

Being locked in chastity is obviously another huge turn on. Although being there you would be able to make sure I would never be able to touch myself again… Anytime the cage comes off, you have me bound up and at least my arms restrained. Then you could force the cage back on me. Effectively keeping me locked up indefinitely.

Being mercilessly teased while locked in chastity; cage tapped, balls played with, tits played with, etc. maybe even edged a while.

Also extremely turned on by being “gimped” in some manner; a full leather hood locked on me, mitts locked on, maybe legs bound so I couldn’t stand. Completely encased in gear with no way to let myself out.

Tied up on the floor, while you rest your feet on me.

Captivity - no way to leave the premises; locked room, cage, chains, pet fence.

Doing house chores in chains while muzzled.

Being fucked while bound up - both mouth and ass - used as a sex toy.

Unfortunately, my shift was about to end, so that was all I had time for and had to send it as is.

Me: Okay, Master. I just sent another email to you. Leaving work shortly and headed home.

Ian: Already looking it over, slave. Give me a minute…

Me: Yes, Master.

I was busy closing out my shift and sat down at the bar to have a beer before heading home.

Ian: Much, better, slave. Those are exactly the things I wanted to know. >:-)

Me: Yes, Master. Glad I understood this time.

Ian: The first email was fine, slave … I just also wanted to know more details.

Me: Okay, Master … getting ready to leave here in a minute.

Ian: I know you walk to work, but is there a hardware store near by, slave?

Me: Kind of sort of, Master. It would be quicker for me to walk there from here, than to go home and then walk there.

Ian: Okay, slave. For your next task, I want you to get a second key safe and three more padlocks. It doesn’t have to be right now, but I will say, you will not be unlocked until you have them - and do not open the locks.

I got a little excited, thinking maybe if I did get it, he might finally let me out.

Me: Okay, Master… I will go now.

Ian: Very good, slave. You will rewarded for your obedience.

Me: Thank you, Master.

Ian: Message me when you get home, slave.

Me: I will, Master.

So I finished my beer and made my way to the Home Depot. It was probably a good 20 minute walk from work, and then another 20 minute walk home from there. I was lucky enough that they had a few in stock. It would’ve been extremely disappointing if they didn’t!

Just a tad bit excited, I immediately jumped on the computer…

Me: Home, Master. Got it! :-)

Ian: Good, slave. What time does your roommate usually come home?

Me: He’s usually home around 4:30 or 5:00, but tonight he has pool league, so it won’t be until later, maybe 9 or 10 depends on when they finish.

Ian: Excellent, slave. Get two numbered plastic locks, your hood and your gag.

I get a little nervous about this and hesitate a moment, but at the same time my dick starts banging on the cage, so I do as he asks and dig through my toy box…

Me: Got them, Master.

Ian: Put the hood on and lock the back, send me a photo of the lock, make sure the number is clearly visible.

Me: Yes, Master.

I run to grab my phone, so I can take the pictures. Then I unlace the hood enough so I can slide it over my head. “Fuck it’s smells so good” I think to myself. I get it laced up, zipped down, and making sure the number faces out, secure the plastic lock. It takes several attempts (very hard to take a clear picture of the back of your neck), but I finally get a good one and send it to him.

Me: Hood locked on and photo sent, Master.

Ian: Very good, slave. How does it feel?

Me: Really hot, Master… dick is aching.

Ian: Good, slave. That’s what I was hoping for. Now, shove the gag in your mouth and zip the front closed. Use the other plastic lock to lock the zipper pulls together.

(My hood is a dual layer hood from Mr. S… has two hoods, one inside layer with mouth and eyes, and one layer that zips over the laces and over the face. There front is a double zip, allowing for an opening to be anywhere over the face.)

Now I’m really nervous, but also really turned on that he thought of doing this.

Me: I won’t be able to see anything, Master!? :-(

Ian: Nice try, slave, but yes you can. I’ve been in one of those hoods before… Now do it! And send a photo of the front plastic lock.

Fuck me! What can I say, I tried. I push the gag into my mouth and pull the bottom zipper up over the gag and part of my nose, and then pull the top zipper down just far enough so the zipper pulls touch. I lock them together and take a photo of the lock and send that off to him.

It’s very hard to see, but I manage to message him…

Me: Locked and sent, Master.

Ian: Very, very good, slave. Now you understand that you must remain locked in the hood until I give you permission to break the locks and remove it?

Me: Yes, Master… But how long are you going to keep it locked on me?

Ian: Don’t worry about it, slave. If I want to keep you hooded until tomorrow night, you will remain so. Understand, slave?

Me: Yes, Master. I understand.

Ian: If I find that the front lock is broken, a week will be added to your chastity. If the rear lock is broken, it’ll be for an entire month. And I am being very serious, slave.

Fuck! I hope I can last as long as he expects?

Me: Yes, Master… What about in an emergency?

Ian: There will be no emergencies, slave. No excuses. Nothing! Got it!

Fuck!!!!

Ian: [I know you’re claustrophobic. And I realize you do not live alone even if he is currently not around - there’s always the possibility he could show up earlier than expected. But I’m still not giving you an out here - not without serious consequences. Is this all too much for you?]

Me: [Thank you for letting me know you considered both of those limitations - and while I am a bit nervous, I should be fine.]

Ian: [If you start to freak out, just message me… I will keep my phone nearby and get back to you A.S.A.P.]

Me: [Cool. And thanks!]

Ian: Have fun, gimp!

Fuck! I wanted this cage off now!!! I just sat there pawing at it. Wishing it wasn’t on so I can just jerk off and get some relief. I was so fucking horny. Having the hood on wasn’t making things any easier either. All I could smell was leather. Having a gag shaped as a penis locked away in my mouth only added to the frustration. There wasn’t much I could do with my limited vision, so I just decided to lay down.

But then I heard my chat beep…

Ian: To keep you in the right frame of mind, slave, and keep you busy, I want you to write a small story about the scenario I described above. Only has to be several paragraphs long. Email it to me when you’re done. :-)

Ugh! Really?

Me: Yes, Master.

Well, this may take a while…

I was sitting on the floor at Master Ian’s feet naked, except for what he called my “slave uniform”. This consisted of wrist and ankle restraints, a collar and of course, the always present steel chastity device - all of which were locked on. Master Ian was running his fingers through my hair when he declared, “Two heads are better than one.” Then patted my head and asked, “Don’t you agree, slave?” I of course agreed. He stood up and proceeded to walk out of the room. Upon his return I noticed he was carrying a few things. He sat back down on the couch behind me, “On your knees, remain facing away from me, slave.” Once up he grabbed my left arm and removed the restraint, only to replace it with a bondage mitt. I started to get a little excited - he knows I liked the extra control the mitts provide him with. He did the same with my right hand and then clipped them together behind my back. He reached around and grabbed my caged cock noticing that it has responded to what was going on. “Very good, slave. Wait until I’m done!”

He then inserted ear plugs into each of my ears, which I thought was odd. He removed the collar and slid a full leather hood down over my head. After it was situated properly, I could see that it was the double layer hood, which can be used to completely encase and seal a head in the leather. He tightened the laces and zipped the outer layer over them and locked it. He presented a silicon penis shaped gag to me, for which I obediently opened my mouth to allow him to slide it in. He then slid the top zipper of the outer layer of leather down over my face all the way to the neck and I could sense that he locked that in place as well. Then he unclipped my hands and pushed me over onto the floor. I pawed at the hood for a moment before it dawned on me what he just said, “Two heads are better than one.” Meaning he now has both of my heads locked up and under his control, except this new leather prison leaves me in an extremely vulnerable position of not being able to hear, see, talk or even smell (all I smell is the leather). On top of that I can no longer feel anything with my hands. He has taken control of all my senses.

When that dawns on me I of course thrust my mitted hands towards my crotch and immediately started pawing at my caged dick - I was so turned on. He grabbed my upper arm and slid me closer to him and positioned me so I was laying on my back. I lay still for moment to see if wanted to do anything else. There was no sign of that, so I went back to work petting my crotch. A moment later I felt him push aside my mitted hands and press down on my caged dick. I immediately started humping in return. Then he started patting the side of my head. I reached up and ran my paws up his arm only to discover he was rubbing me with his feet. I moaned and held onto his lower leg, pushing my leather imprisoned head into his foot. He slid it over my face until it covered my mouth and and nose and pushed down, temporarily blocking most of my air.

I was interrupted by a message…

Ian: Done yet, slave?

Me: No, Master.

I looked up at the clock and saw it was already almost 8pm!

Ian: Send what you have, slave.

Me: Yes, Master. Hope you like it! :-)

I copied and pasted it into an email and sent it off.

Me: Sent it to you, Master.

Ian: Good, slave. Give me a minute to read it…

Me: Ok, Master.

I wait…

Ian: That’s a really good start, slave… I think you may have to continue writing more for me?

Me: Thank you, Master! :-)

Ian: Get a small piece of paper and a marker, slave. Write “ABC” on it.

Me: Ok, Master…

I grab a sheet of paper and a marker and do as he asked.

Me: Done, Master.

Ian: I want you to send me another photo of each plastic lock again, only this time I also want to see that piece of paper in the photo along with the lock’s serial number.

Me: Wow, Master. That’s pretty hot. I never would’ve thought of doing that. That way you can make sure the photo of the plastic is current.

Ian: That’s right, slave. You’ll never know what “code” I want you to write until I tell you… and you’ll never know when I want another photo taken… This is the only way to make those plastic locks effective… Well, that and having your dick locked up as collateral.

Me: Very nice, Master.

I had to rewrite the code a little smaller so that the sheet of paper could fit in frame with the lock. I took the pics and sent them.

Me: Sent, Master.

Ian: Just got them… Very good, slave.

Me: Thank you, Master!

Ian: How are you doing in the hood, slave?

Me: It’s okay, Master. Jaw is getting a little sore.

Ian: Ok. Your story gave me a great idea, slave…

Ian: Get the new key safe and two padlocks.

Me: Yes, Master…

Me: Have them, Master.

Ian: Log onto Skype, slave.

I log on and contact him.

Ian: Open the key safe and get it ready to reset.

Me: Done, Master.

Ian: Open the new pad locks and replace the plastic locks on your hood, put the keys in the key safe.

“Oh no”. I think to myself. “What is he up to?” I certainly don’t want to be locked like that in this hood. He notices me hesitating.

Ian: Do it, slave. Now! Or you will spend a whole month locked in that cage!

Fuck! I was too horny, so of course I did it.

Ian: Good, slave. Now pull the zipper down so you can’t see, and change the combo on the safe and lock it.

I can’t see the camera, so he’s instructing me to move the combination in view.

Ian: Very good, slave. You can pull the zipper back up to see again.

Ian: As I said, your little story gave me a great idea. Being able to have both “heads” locked up at the same time, means I can let one out and still maintain complete control over you.

Me: What do you mean, Master?

Ian: What it boils down to, slave, is that the hood stays locked on while the chastity cage is off. And it only comes off when the chastity cage is securely locked back on.

Me: Fuck. That is so hot, Master.

Ian: Told you I’d figure out a way to force you back in the cage, slave.