Staying Home Wasn't an Option

I reached out to a local mistress through Fetlife. After some initial messaging online, we arranged to meet at a nearby restaurant for lunch during our first face-to-face encounter. In our last chat, she had instructed me to wear my chastity belt under trousers with stockings and a garter belt. I decided to go the extra mile by adding a black satin corset along with a black thong. Paired with a pair of black shoes and a golf shirt, I appeared quite presentable from the outside. As long as no one touched my back and felt the corset laces, I should blend in. The mistress I was meeting is five years older than me, but she looked very attractive in her photos, so I was eager to see her. When I got to the restaurant, I sat in my car waiting for her arrival. Soon, I spotted the car she had described and stepped out to greet her. Lynn was stunning. She had a great figure, wearing a halter dress with stockings and wedge sandals. With her heels on, she stood four inches shorter than me. We enjoyed a pleasant lunch and a good conversation about what we both wanted in our relationship. She rubbed my back and discovered the corset laces before I told her about my choice of underwear. I was relieved that she approved. We set up a date for the following evening. I was thrilled. The next afternoon, I shaved thoroughly and put on a corset with six garters. I laced it tightly enough to restrict my breathing in the first few minutes, but then got used to it so I felt fine. I donned black stockings and frilly panties, then dressed in men’s clothing over everything. I packed a duffel bag containing: Black knee boots 2 sets of legirons 2 pairs of handcuffs with chain 2 pairs of rigid cuffs a ball gag harness a leather armbinder a leather blindfold a laceup hood a posture collar a large butt plug assorted leather straps, padlocks, and keys for everything on one ring I thought that was plenty, so I loaded the car and drove straight to her home. Upon arrival, I took the bag and knocked on her door. She greeted me and invited me in. She was wearing a short cream-colored robe and red heels. Immediately, she had me put my bag on a bed in her guest room so she could inspect it. She asked if I wanted a drink; I chose water while she poured herself a glass of wine. When she returned to the living room, she removed her robe. Underneath, she wore a red leather corset and G-string with black stockings. She sat down and told me to show her what I had chosen for myself. I obeyed and took off my male clothing. She examined me and said I couldn’t be barefoot, so sent me to fetch the boots I’d brought. I retrieved them and sat next to her to put them on. I was very aroused under the panties, and she used her hand for my initial inspection as I tried to focus on my glass of water. She laughed and said she would take care of that while she went down a hallway into another room. I sipped my water until she came back and told me to drink it all up. She stood in front of me and instructed me to stand. I did, and was asked if I was sure I wanted to proceed. I nodded, and she told me to kneel before her. She locked my wrists behind me with rigid cuffs and placed a posture collar around my neck. I felt her tighten it and ran a chain from my wrists to the collar, pulling them up toward the small of my back, where she secured them with a padlock. The mistress then strapped my ankles together with leather and ran a rope from that strap up to my wrists, tying it off. “Now, we’ll see what else you brought in your toybox.” She returned a couple of minutes later and said most of what I had brought was fine, but we would use some of her items as well. She unstrapped my ankles and helped me stand up. She took me over to the couch and had me kneel in front of it, then pushed my face down into the cushions. I felt her pull my panties down and over my boots. She raised my head and placed them into my mouth, poking them in with her index finger until they were out of sight. “Those had better stay there until I take them out!” I felt her lube my anus and sensed the tip of a plug entering, pushing and pulling back and forth until it went all the way in and stayed put. At this point, I was afraid I would come all over her sofa and carpet. She helped me sit up again and giggled at my very exposed erection. She went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl. With the collar on, I couldn’t look down very far, but she had ice cupped in her hand and rubbed my dick and balls until they became flaccid again. Then I felt her place a cuff behind my balls and at the base of my penis. She fitted something metal over the shaft, and I heard the cuff ratchet into extreme tightness before she double-locked it. She held the key in front of my face, and I saw it was on a chain which she put around her neck. “I am your keyholder now.” With that, she attached a leash to my collar and led me through her house to the backdoor. She opened it and started walking with me trailing behind, but I stopped at the idea of being seen outside. She turned to look at me and jerked the leash until I stumbled out after her, grunting in disapproval. She laughed at me and pulled me along into a fenced backyard that had an inground pool. I was led over to the diving board and told to straddle it. When I’d moved forward enough, she stopped me and said sit. I sat down facing the pool, hands still cuffed behind my back. The mistress attached a rope to the ring in the front of the collar, pulling it under the diving board and tightening it until it pulled my torso forwards so my face rested on the board. I felt her go behind me, unzip my boots, remove them, roll down my stockings, and take them off. She pulled my legs down and tied them to the base of the diving board. I heard her shaking a can of something and felt a cool spray onto the top of my butt below the corset. Laughing, she came to my face and told me she had written my new name on me, which would show after I laid in the sun for the rest of the afternoon. She pulled the panties from my mouth and said she was going inside now. I lay there terrified that someone might look over the fence and see me there. Eventually, I dozed off… When I woke up, I was blindfolded. I was lying on something soft with a mild headache. My hands were behind me in an armbinder made of leather, probably the one I’d brought with me. No trouble recognizing the rubber ball strapped into my mouth. In just a few minutes, someone joined us in the room. I hoped it was the lady holding all the keys. I smelled her perfume almost immediately and knew it was her. Then I felt someone untie my ankles and realized they were bound to the foot of the bed I was on. Two pairs of hands rolled me onto my left side while pulling my feet toward the floor. I felt a hand on each shoulder and one on each arm as I was led away from the bed. Who in the world had joined the pretty lady who’d done this to me, and what came next? There was no talking until I heard a heavy door open and was told we were going down a set of stairs. One person got in front holding me while another held me from behind. We arrived safely at the bottom and walked forward. I was guided to a wooden post and backed up against it. I felt a wide leather strap positioned around my waist and buckled in front. That’s when the blindfold was removed, and I saw with astonishment that my mistress had been joined by another woman. This one was also attractive and about as tall as me. They both wore shorts and t-shirts. I looked around the room and realized I was in a basement with a sink and a folding bed in the corner. One wall was covered by cabinets, and there was a small wooden door directly across from me with a full-length mirror mounted on it. I saw myself flush red and get incredibly hot as I realized I wore no clothing. My penis remained locked away in the steel contraption she had fitted earlier. The ladies looked at me as if evaluating my condition. Finally, the original mistress walked straight up to me and said, “You real

“You weren’t very smart coming here and drinking anything at all,” she said. “It was so easy for me to drug you, yet you let me tie you up right away. Once you fell asleep, my sister—I go by Mistress Kimberly whenever I can speak—helped bring you inside and got you set up just like this. So now, you’re our toy until we decide otherwise. While you were napping, we shaved you from the neck down to get you ready for tonight.”:oops:

To say I was shocked didn’t do it justice. Looking in the mirror, I saw my chest and legs were smooth, along with my pubic area. Mistress Kimberly rolled a small cart over and began washing the head of my penis with something ice-cold. My original captor explained that they were fitting me with a catheter, but noted her sister was a nurse, so it should be fine. Fine for whom? This way, I could remain bound as long as they pleased. Great.

As this happened, Lynn pulled leather straps from behind the post and buckled them across my chest and stomach. I was pressed tightly back against the pole. I could feel something protruding from my rear bumping into it. Kimberly inserted the catheter tube into a steel jug that looked capable of holding two gallons of liquid. She gripped my hips, positioned my rear against the post at a specific spot, and pushed me firmly in place. Lynn confirmed it looked good, and they began buckling straps around my hips and ankles. I was now welded to the pole; counting in the mirror, there were eleven straps holding me fast.

Lynn explained that an apparatus from the hospital had been fitted into my anus for waste management of bedridden patients. Essentially, I could discharge all wastes indefinitely while remaining in this position. But they weren’t done with me yet.

Lynn reached between my legs below my balls and pulled out another strap. She drew its other end from above my knees and buckled them together, cinching the three straps passing over. Another strap went down across the bottom ones to do the same. After she secured these, I felt about three times tighter. Meanwhile, Kimberly removed the ball from my mouth. I started ranting that they couldn’t possibly do this to me, which only made them laugh. Lynn gave me a drink of sports beverage while retrieving something from a cabinet for me to see: an IV bag attached to a large penis gag. She hung the bag on the post at waist level and placed the gag in my mouth. I twisted my head trying to stop her from gagging me, but she won.

Kimberly used a remote control to activate two cameras mounted under the ceiling. She said they were wired to a TV upstairs where they could observe me whenever they wished. They also had monitors downstairs that allowed them to hear any sounds I made. Lynn told me if I got thirsty, I just needed to suck on the gag to receive liquid from the IV bag. It looked like they’d done this before.

Kimberly then approached with a hood unlike any I’d seen. Made of red spandex, it had a D-ring at the top and four more sewn into the bottom hem. Lynn said we were all set as she arrived with clover clamps for my nipples. She tied a leather thong to the center chain between the clamps and pulled it through a pulley hanging about five feet in front of me. Then, she picked up the steel catheter jug and hung it from the pulley on the thong, adjusting its height until it was knee-high. The tube arched from my penis to the top of the jug. My nipples already hurt, and the jug was empty.

Lynn and Kimberly stood in front of me holding the hood, an evil posture collar, and two padlocks. Lynn pulled the hood down; I felt them run thongs through the rings at the bottom, pulling them up under my armpits and knotting them to the rings behind me. The collar was placed around my throat and locked on. The last thing I felt was the ring in the top of the hood being pulled upward and tied off to the pulley. I was well and truly bound. Someone patted my cheek and said, ‘Sleep well.’