Escape Challenge with Miss Gepard 5 (3)

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, dreary, boring, and frustrating. So much time to think about how to escape. Quickly came the longing for another experience in the BDSM field and the desire to try something new.

Since the last session was already awhile back I decided to put a theory into practice. So, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number of Miss Gepard. I was lucky because after a few rings she picked up.

It is always a pleasure to hear her voice. I told her about my desire for a new experience and something special. What I had in mind, however, I could not say myself. Therefore, I asked her if she could just surprise me. She probably liked this idea, so we agreed on a date for the next Saturday – since both of our calendars did not allow for an earlier date.

Needless to say, this week became a long one. After days of excitement and anticipation, the aforementioned Saturday came and I arrived on time at Miss Gepard’s studio. She opened the door for me and once again I was speechless. She wore a black latex dress, her legs were wrapped in black suspender stockings and black shiny pumps.

Dreamlike! Fortunately, I found a few words, so that the greeting did not end in a fiasco. We sat down together in the reception area and made a little small talk over a glass of water. Again and again, I marveled at her wonderful latex dress, which did not escape her.

“Do you like my dress?” she suddenly asked and continued: I picked it out especially for today.” I answered her truthfully that I liked it very much and thought to myself: “Aha, today will probably go in the direction of latex or rubber”. But before I could spin the thought further, Miss Gepard asked me if I was excited about what she had prepared for me.

Of course I was, which is why I answered with a quick “Oh yes, very much so”. “Good, then I’ll take you to the bathroom now, freshen up in peace. When you’re done, knock three times as usual and wait for me to come get you. I’ll expect you to kneel, but you know that don’t you?”

The door to the bathroom slammed shut and I heard the clack of Miss Gepard’s heels trailing off. Heart pounding, I went to the shower and freshened up. I quickly dried off and knocked on the door three times. My heart was pounding even more intensely now. I got down on my knees and folded my arms behind my back, my head lowered of course.

The clacking of the high heels came closer again, my heart was about to jump out of my chest, when slowly but surely the door opened. Miss Gepard stood in front of me and presented her foot. I knew what to do and greeted her. After a short time, I was also allowed to kiss her other foot.

“So, you want a surprise, do you?” she asked me. I nodded, still looking at her feet. “Good, then follow me, I have prepared something very special for you.” On all fours I followed her step, noticing that she was still wearing that beautiful latex dress.

She took me to a large room with all kinds of SM furniture, games, and torture tools. In one corner of the room was a pole dance stage to which Miss Gepard led me. Hmm, I didn’t really feel like dancing and making a fool of myself and hoped that she didn’t intend to do this to me. My hopes were answered. Instead, Miss Gepard explained to me what she really had in mind…

On a bed at the end of the other room she had a cane, an inflatable anal plug, and 6 long cannulas prepared. She showed me demonstratively, but wordlessly, the objects and put them back on the bed.

Only now I noticed that under the bed there was a cage in which a slave girl was held by Miss Gepard. However, she was wearing an eye mask and could not see us. In addition, she was gagged, handcuffed, and wore a black dress under which halterless stockings peeked out.

She just laid there and behaved quietly. Outside the cage were two more pairs of high heels from Miss Gepard, but I did not pay much attention to them. Interestingly, next to the high heels was a wrapped condom.

“I will now tie you to the bar, but in such a way that you have a chance to free yourself. You have 30 minutes for this. After 30 minutes, what’s on that bed over there will decide the next 30 minutes of your session today.”

Miss Gepard continued with her explanation, saying that I could put everything I find in the room on the bed, provided I succeed in freeing myself. Of course, I may also take down the objects that are now lying on the bed and the slave girl was also part of the inventory.

Thus, Miss Gepard offered me an Escape Challenge of a very special kind. She knew that I had a lot of respect for cane and needles and that my anal resilience is rather poor. In this respect, I was threatened with a hard follow-up lesson for failing. On the other hand, an extremely attractive reward beckoned. I let myself in on the deal whereupon Miss Gepard began with the fixation.

The first bondage consisted of a chastity belt. This was not just any chastity belt, but one with a penis plug. Carefully and skillfully Miss Gepard put the chastity device on me and used some lubricant for my urethra. The piece was amazingly comfortable, although Miss Gepard secured the chastity device with a small padlock.

Now I had to kneel with my back to the pole dance bar. One leg went left, the other right, past the bar. With a metal foot cuff she fixed my ankles. Immediately after, a thumb cuff adorned my two big toes. I was told to stretch my hands forward so Miss Gepard could put heavy handcuffs on me. Another cuff around my thumbs completed the bondage.

So, in total, I was fixed with 4 clamps. For each clamp I needed a key to open them, that much was clear. But I didn’t know how to get to them yet. Miss Gepard solved this riddle quickly. She threw all 4 keys into a tin can.

It was obvious from the noise that there were more than 4 keys in the can. She also threw in the key to my chastity cage. She shook the can and emptied it on the floor in front of me. There were at least 20 similar keys.

“Okay, it can’t be that hard.” I thought and was already confident of victory. But I hadn’t reckoned with Miss Gepard, because she wouldn’t make it that easy for me. The challenge was made even more difficult.

Above me on the ceiling was a hook with a diameter of about 10 cm. It also looked quite sturdy. Miss Gepard fetched a chair, placed it under the hook, stood on it, and threaded a rope through the hook. She attached one end of the rope to my handcuffs.

After that, she put the chair aside, went to the closet right next to the bed, and came back to me with a blue enema bag and a big funnel. Wordlessly, but so that I could observe everything, she lifted the funnel under her latex dress and inserted the other end into the enema bag. After that, I could hear how she gave free rein to her golden shower.

“I have to piss so bad” she grinned at me and continued, “I have saved everything for this”. Indeed, she managed to make the enema bag almost full. She put the cap on and twisted it tight so that none of the golden shower could escape.

The end of the tube through which the nectar was to be instilled into me in some way was also blocked with a clamp. Miss Gepard placed the enema bag on the floor in front of me. Then she took the rope that was attached to my handcuffs and passed it over the hook on the ceiling, she then pulled on it so that my hands were at the level of my chin and tied the other end to the enema bag.

Miss Gepard smiled at me and stroked my head and said “We’re almost ready.” Again, she went to the closet and came back with a mouth gag harness, which was also put on me immediately. The ball had an opening in which the tube of the enema bag could be inserted perfectly. That’s exactly what Miss Gepard finally did, she passed the end of the hose through the ball opening and additionally fixed it with enough tape.

Now it was getting dark as well because Miss Gepard was tying on the matching eye mask to my head harness. I could feel that she also secured the strap buckle of the harness with a safety lock. When it clicked into place, it made a short clack, and shortly thereafter another clack and the key was probably in front of me on the floor somewhere.

Miss Gepard whispered in my ear that it could start now. She will now loosen the clamp of the enema hose and that will begin my 30 minutes. “Ready?” she asked and after a nod from me, the clock ticked, but I couldn’t see it. I heard Miss Gepard walk away and let the door behind me fall into the lock.

Although the clamp had been loosened, none of the golden shower arrived just yet. But I knew that as soon as I moved my hands down to feel for the keys, the enema bag would be lifted and the NS would flow into my mouth until I lifted my hands back up.

I paused briefly and thought about what I should do. Should I just do nothing to escape the golden shower? Knowing what would come of it, however, Miss Gepard would probably be very angry if I would give up already. I decided to try to free myself.

Gathering all my courage, I let my hands down, lifted the NS enema bag in the air, and promptly got the first load. Hastily I felt the floor and could immediately pick up three keys. Quickly I took my hands back up which stopped the NS inflow. I decided to try to free my hands first and felt the thumb and handcuffs for their lock. Finally, I found them and tried to open them with my three keys. However, not a single one fit.

“Shit,” I thought and dropped the keys to the floor. Again, I reached down, accepted the next portion of NS, and had three keys in my hand again. Only now it occurred to me that it was stupid to just throw the inappropriate keys back again.

After all, I could now have the same ones in my hand. So, I changed my tactics, because none of the keys I now had in my hand fit either. The approach of panic overcame me.

My hands went down and created an area to my left where I placed the three keys that didn’t fit. Then I felt the next keys. Of course, this all took time, so I got a lot of NS. In order not to leave too big a mess, I swallowed everything of course.

The second key opened my thumb cuff. A great relief. Firstly, it had loosened the first restraint and secondly, I now had leeway with my hands. Unfortunately, I still lacked the key for my handcuffs. So, I reached for the floor again, swallowed the golden wet, and had been able to find some keys. One after the other I tried them on my handcuffs, but only the last one redeemed me.

My hands were free. Unfortunately, I lacked any sense of time; I didn’t know how much time I had left. Since my eye mask was not locked, I could now remove it, which improved my situation considerably. Now it was still necessary to loosen the shackles so that I could get to the bed.

Reaching for the keys was now decoupled from the NS, so I grabbed almost all the keys and tried to use them to loosen the two ankle cuffs. However, this was not so easy, because I had to contort myself for it quite nicely. After some time, however, I had managed it. Both shackles were open and I could move freely.

But how much time did I still have? No idea, but it shouldn‘t be much more, I feared. I quickly pulled the hose out of my gag and hurried to the bed. I took the cane, plug, and needles down, but left the high heels and the condom on it.

A good start, but no more. The main prize, the slave girl, was still missing, so I looked at how I could get her from under the bed onto the bed. The cage was of course locked. How could it be otherwise? It was a padlock and I needed a key.

So, I went back to the pole dance stage to get the keys. This time I was lucky because the first key fit immediately. Unfortunately, I was still gagged, because I had not yet opened the head harness.

I, therefore, tried to indicate to the slave that she should come out of her cage. I took off her gag and eye mask and gestured accordingly. She hesitated a bit but understood what I wanted from her. She sat down on the bed. I celebrated before I remembered that I was still wearing the chastity cage.

I was just about to put the first key in when Miss Gepard entered the room again and announced, “Time’s up!” She came to me and took all the keys away. “Let’s take stock.” she said and summed up my successes and failures.

“On the bed are my high heels, a condom, and my little Valerie. But it looks like you couldn’t untie all the ropes, huh?” Miss Gepard grinned maliciously and counted up all the things I hadn’t managed to do. “You’ve probably completely forgotten about your chastity cage, which means it stays on for now! Tough luck!”

“By the way, Valerie is wearing one too!” Miss Gepard pushed up the dress of her slave a little, and indeed, she was also under lock and key. This made it clear that I could play with her, but there would be no oral or sex. “All that effort for nothing!” I thought to myself and was annoyed at the lost opportunity.

But Miss Gepard still had an ace up her sleeve. She lifted the pillow and I was shocked to find that she had hidden another cane, needles, and of course an inflatable plug. I had also overlooked that, and according to the rulebook, it was on the bed. Thus, it was clear what I would be doing for the next half hour.

Miss Gepard explained to me how it would continue. “Since Valerie is now in the game, you may decide whether she will get the cane or the needles.” Oh dear, now I had also torn the poor slave girl in with the ruin.

I briefly considered what would be the lesser evil and decided on the needles, since the cane would probably have longer effects.

“You don’t need the condom anymore, so it’s going away! And you may change my high heels after you spoil my feet properly!” – Miss Gepard took the cane in her hand and let it hiss through the air.

With an unambiguous hand gesture, she referred me to the punishment buck, on which I was strapped in a short time later. Miss Gepard enjoyed dying my butt red and covering it with welts. It was, as expected, very painful. But so were the rules, I endured it with dignity.

After that, it was Valerie’s turn. She had to endure 3 needles per nipple. She wailed with every needle and thus triggered my intense sympathy. I really felt sorry for her, since she couldn’t do anything about the situation.

I couldn’t get this thought out of my head, even when I was allowed to take off Miss Gepard’s shoes, pamper her feet, and put on her other pair of high heels.

Miss Gepard put Valerie back in the cage under the bed, locked it, and ordered me to follow her. She took me to the bathroom, picked me up there a few minutes later, freshly showered, and took me to the lobby where we dedicated ourselves to the post-talk.

Even now my thoughts were with Valerie, which probably did not escape Miss Gepard because she asked me if I liked Valerie. I answered in the affirmative and told her that I felt very sorry for her. I also asked how long she had been wearing the chastity cage and what was going to happen to her.

Miss Gepard told me that she was already a fourth week in a row chaste and Valerie would only be with her on weekends. Every Friday she appears punctually at 16.00h in the studio, because only then was she allowed to take off the chastity cage for hygiene under supervision. Afterward, it would be closed again for self-protection. During the week she had to wear the chastity device also.

“Wow, the poor thing,” I slipped out and Miss Gepard pondered for a moment, but then made me an immoral offer. “Okay, here’s the deal: If you want to make amends with Valerie, I’ll give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right now!”

She left the room briefly and came back a short time later with a normal chastity belt. “I grant you now 1x cum, then you get this put on (she showed me the chastity device) and will wear it permanently for a week.”

Next week you will come back and have the chance to free yourself and Valerie in another Escape Challenge. If you succeed, you can do whatever you want. If not, we’ll extend it for another week! What do you think?”

Miss Gepard stared at me expectantly, but the answer was actually already clear. I went along with the deal! “Very good, a gentleman, I see! Well then, let’s juice you one last time. Come along!”

I followed her into a room with a St. Andrew’s cross and had to get rid of my clothes. Miss Gepard fixed me to the cross, but then left me behind. Shortly after she came back, Valerie on all fours following her. Valerie now had to kneel down so that she could watch without restriction as Miss Gepard milked me according to all the rules of art.

I squirmed back and forth, tugging at the restraints and enjoying this game before I violently unloaded. “Valerie, go and get water, soap, and towels. After that, you’ll clean him up nice, and clean up his cum on the floor properly too.”

Valerie disappeared, came back as she was instructed, and started wiping, cleaning, and drying my best piece.

“He is ready mistress.” she called to Miss Gepard and started to clean the floor. Miss Gepard then came to me and put the chastity cage on me. “So you don’t just open it, we’ll seal it.” She took out a plastic lock that had a number on it and used it to lock my companion for the next 7 days. She wrote down the number and told me that I could take the cage off in an emergency.

Of course, this would have severe consequences, and not only for me. Her gaze wandered to Valerie, who then looked back, frightened. It was clear to me what she meant and I said I understood. Miss Gepard freed me from the cross, instructed me to get dressed again, and took me to the front door. My desire for a new experience was not only fulfilled but even exceeded. Now I was on my way home, locked tightly around the bottom, and in my mind already determined to free myself and Valerie next week.

How Alpha Males Get Tricked Into Chastity 5 (1)

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CUNNILINGUER – Femdom Story 4.5 (13)

by Tau_90

“A smile crossed her face as she noticed fear in his eyes. “You better make me moan with pleasure, cunnilinguer!” – Tau_90, Illustration by Formant

Whack! He was abruptly awakened by a painful sting to his right cheek. He instinctively tried to move away, but the heavy steel collar and shackles firmly held him in place.

Whack! Whack! His exposed and defenceless head received two more blows with a leather paddle. A dozen little metal spikes penetrated his skin, leaving a dozen little wounds that burned like fire.

His body shivered and trembled from the pain, but he remained silent. He was an object. A tool actually, meant to serve women as an instrument of pleasure.

For the ladies using him, he was certainly nothing more than a piece of furniture. His head was protruding through the seat of a lavish throne-like armchair, with the rest of his body hidden from the view in a tiny concrete pit bellow the chair. He was locked in a painful kneeling position with numerous shackles attached to his limbs, making even slightest moves almost impossible.

He didn’t have a name. As most other slaves in this facility he had a number and a bar-code, digitally burned into the back of his head. The State of New Amazonia kept detailed records of its slaves.

Though they were replaceable and often almost indistinguishable from one another, they were still carefully monitored. State slave E-4523164-C-73451 was no exception.

The bar-code on his head contained a link to his file in the Central Registry of Slaves, containing details about his enslavement, his physical condition and capabilities, past uses and past owners, bodily modifications and punishments.

Mistress Fumiko already knew everything that was to know about slave E-4523164-C-73451. She scanned his barcode the first day he was brought into the prison and spent an entire hour reading through his file.

He used to be a drug dealer years ago, before he was arrested and sold to the New Amazonia. Female state was always in the need for additional slaves and buying criminals abroad was a convenient way to satisfy the ever growing demand.

The practice of selling criminals to the Female State was widespread in some parts of the world. It helped reduce the prison population and the prospect of ending up as a slave in New Amazonia turned out to be a strong deterrent as well.

Slave E-4523164-C-73451 definitely payed the full price for his past transgressions. Since his first day in New Amazonia he knew nothing but toil and suffering. As a convicted felon, he spent the first six months in the slave training center, where he underwent just about every kind of torment and humiliation one could think of.

When deemed sufficiently broken, he was sold to a rich socialite to serve her as a heavy labor slave and he spent the next four years toiling long hours in one of her factories. When a severe work accident left him crippled and unusable, he was sent to the notorious Facility 14.

Facility 14, commonly known as The Pit, was every slave’s ultimate fear. It was a large punitive compound, where the lowest categories of slaves spent the rest of their days with no hope of ever be released again. Most of the newcomers went straight to the underground dungeons, where they were locked up in tiny cells and largely forgotten.

But slave E-4523164-C-73451 met a different lot. Even though the prisoners in the facility were officially a property of the state, prison mistresses were given entirely free hands with them to use them as they pleased.

And they took the full liberty of it. Guarding a mass of slaves, all safely locked up in their pits, would be a pretty dull job if it didn’t come with certain perks. And since idle slaves were in abundance, ladies casually picked them from their holes to use them for their entertainment.

These living toys endured just about every torment their mistresses decided to inflict upon them. Many of them ended up as a sort of living furniture. Doormats to step on. Chairs to sit upon. Even a boot-polisher, whose head was conveniently protruding through the wall at the floor level and whose sole purpose was to lick the dirt from his mistresses boots.

Among these pitiful wretches, slave E-4523164-C-73451 had a somewhat privileged position. He was Mistress Fumiko’s personal project. She was the one who noticed his exceptionally long tongue and came up with an idea to use it to her own benefit. Now she expected him to service her.

He couldn’t see her at the moment, but he could hear the clicking of her high heeled boots as she was walking around the room somewhere behind his back. He remained still and kept staring at the corridor in front of him.

He could see the trapdoors in the floor that lead to the dreaded oubliettes, deep bellow the corridor. He could hear faint voices of those trapped bellow. They were a constant reminder of where he could end up, should he fail to serve his mistresses to the utmost of his abilities.

The clicking of Mistress Fumiko’s heels were getting closer again.

Whack! She hit him again with her cruel spiked paddle. She heard the delicate sound of her undressing and a moment later her pink panties landed on the arms of the chair.

She sat down on the throne above him, spread her legs and raised her left foot on the base of the throne. She allowed him a quick glimpse at her. She looked gorgeous as always. She was a pretty Asian lady in her mid-twenties with porcelain skin and coal black hair.

She looked down at him and raised her paddle. A smiled crossed her face as she noticed fear in his eyes. “You better make me moan with pleasure, cunnilinguer!” she whispered at him. “Should you fail to satisfy me, this paddle will be the least of your problems. The oubliettes are waiting. Now get to work, slave tongue!”

Rented On Tinder – A True Femdom Story 4.6 (7)

Tinder Femdom

I would like to tell you about an experience that happened in my life a few days ago. I am still totally perplexed and can not believe that it really happened. Again and again, I find myself reading the chat history on my smartphone to make a comparison with reality.

It all started not even two months ago when I met a new mistress on Fetish.com. Rarely have I experienced such an intelligent and dominant woman, who from the beginning clearly marked out our positions and left no doubt that it was her intention to get complete control over me.

For me, it was a constant battle between the submissive side in me, which wanted to be unconditionally obedient to her, and my previous limits, which were stretched far.

During our first meeting, I already had to leave my comfort zone. I am actually not a friend of public games or humiliations. But the mistress had rather little acceptance for that. I was either ready to suffer for her and expand my horizons, or I had to look for another mistress. She was only willing to start something new with loyal slaves. Therefore, she tested potential slaves, in their candidate phase, on heart and kidneys.

So, I was allowed to accompany her to our first meeting in a public sauna and spa facility. In itself, of course, this was a huge honor, because I was allowed to see the mistress, who was extraordinarily beautiful and already completely undressed when we met. The problem was, however, that I had to wear a chastity cage with nasty spikes, of course. Man can certainly imagine what a great humiliation it was for me to have to walk around among all the naked people with this part around my penis.

Of course, my mistress challenged me to the utmost by giving me humiliating tasks and orders in front of everyone present. I would have loved to sink into the ground. The highlight was certainly the moment when I was allowed to give her a peeling in the sauna. So, I could touch her divine, naked body, even if only the arms. In the process, of course, the cage around my penis began to hurt so much that I had to exert all my mental strength not to writhe in pain. But this experience would be enough material for a story on its own, this I will write down at a later time.

After I had completed all the exams, I was happy to finally be in the locker room putting on my clothes. But the truly scary moment of the day came when we were about to leave the spa.

My mistress told me that she wanted to keep the keys to my cage for the time being because this had not been a real test worthy of serving such a pretty woman. Only when I have proven that I also render unconditional obedience to every other woman would I understand what it means to be a good slave.

Soon she would give me plenty of opportunities to do so, but for now it was time to say goodbye. She would contact me in due course and I was not to get the idea to bug her about the cage, under her rule – chastity should become a habit for me.

With this last hint, she turned around and left me standing on the sidewalk with my mouth open. I saw her disappear in a cab and could not yet grasp the implications of her words.

When I had arrived home I already felt a little queasy. Actually, throughout the whole day I was planning to allow some time for myself after all the exertions, but the cage now prevented that.

The following night was also characterized by superficial sleep and sweet dreams. I tried everything possible to get the cage off. Not even a cold shower could help, the damn ring was just too tight. In addition, the spikes were bent inward so that the cage was easy to put on, but when I pulled it off, the effect of a barb came into play, so it was impossible for me to remove it.

I had no choice but to go to work with this handicap. Completely unfocused, the hours passed me by, when during my lunch break a message finally came in from the mistress. Of course, I had already checked my phone what felt like 1000 times looking for such a message.

“I want you to send me 5 pictures of yourself:

* 1x full body, only with underpants and without face

* 1x full body in suit, without face

* 1x leisure photo, full body, again without face

* 2x current selfies

To be done by tonight. Your Goddess!”

Of course, I couldn’t make any sense of this at first. During the lunch break, I gathered all the necessary pictures on my smartphone and, as instructed, cut away the face on three of the pictures.

Then I heard nothing more from my mistress. She let me stew again and thus brought my eggs to boil.

I believe that I do not need to tell how, in addition to my horniness, my curiosity plagued me above all. My nerves were tense to the breaking point.

Then finally came the redemption (or rather that’s what I thought at first) when I saw that I had been sent several pictures by my tormentor.

When I opened the messages, they were all screenshots from her smartphone. I had to look twice before I understood what was going on.

They were screenshots of a Tinder profile. The profile pictures were all mine. There were the three pictures without a face. The description on the profile was as follows:

Submissive slave for rent!

The pictured man is my submissive slave and is lent for all tasks. He can clean your house, lick your pussy, or just take you out for a nice dinner. This profile is managed by his mistress. If you want to know more, or see face pictures, just swipe right. I will discuss everything with you further.

P.S. the slave wears a chastity cage, only if you want I will send you the key before your meeting. So you do not need to be afraid of him. He is like a tiger without teeth.

This picture was also in the profile
Caption: Control his sexuality too.

It took me a few seconds to fully understand what was going on. It also shocked me so much that I had to sit down for a moment.

“Do I understand correctly?”

She wanted to lend me out to wildly strange ladies on the Internet? Without me having a say? That is, if this profile were to match a work colleague, then she would get a face photo and could book me for any services?

I was now directly sick with fright. Especially because my mistress added: “I hope you like the profile. It goes without saying that you will only be released from your cage if one of the ladies frees you from it. So you should put in a good effort. Haha, this is something of a fairy tale.”

“By the way, I already have 4 prospective customers. In any case, keep the entire weekend free, I’ll probably send you on several dates.”

To be continued…..

Miss Gepard Gets Angry – The Workout Part 2 5 (1)

Femdom Domina Bericht Miss Gepard

Workout Part 1

With my “sport shoes” in hand, I stood still in front of the studio, in view of my imposed training, somewhat perplexed. However, a friendly “good day” from a passerby snapped me out of my recess. “Oh crap, what was he thinking?” Me, holding a pair of size 45 high heels and looking haphazardly into the air. Politely, I returned the greeting and looked to get to my car and home as inconspicuously as possible.

I let the next 2 weeks pass without training, after all, my feet still hurt from Miss Gepard‘s workout. Although I had actually resolved to practice running in high heels and strengthening my endurance, I kept finding suitable excuses to cheat myself. Two days before Miss Gepards announced performance check I said to myself: “Now you don’t have to start training anymore. It’ll be fine, I’ll just try hard.”

Exactly 4 weeks after the workout was over, like last time, I received an email asking me to present myself immediately for the performance check. Today, 19.00h, it said in Miss Gepard‘s mail. Knowing that I had done nothing to prepare, I confirmed the appointment with a sinking feeling in my stomach and arrived at the studio with my “sport shoes” at 19.00h sharp.

Miss Gepard, visibly in a good mood and elegantly dressed as always, opened the door for me and invited me in. Of course, she had to question whether or not I had trained diligently. The sinking stomach feeling turned into a cramp. For whatever reason, I was probably afraid of the truth, I answered the question with a lie and hoped that this would not come to light.

“Very nice” replied Miss Gepard, “then let’s get started, shall we?” She took me to the bathroom, left me there, then returned a short time later and led me to the room with the treadmill. I was to mount it the same as before and warm up very slowly, while Miss Gepard explained the procedure of the performance control.

The instructions were to complete a total of 3KM. For this, I had exactly 30 minutes. 10 minutes per KM in itself is doable I thought, but being in high heels and still untrained was another matter. “You can choose the speed of the treadmill freely and change it at any time.” said Miss Gepard, but added that I would, of course, still be prepared with something before she gave the starting signal.

The first thing she did was give me an inflatable vibrating plug. When not inflated and not vibrating, it was only slightly noticeable but not really a problem. My nipples were also fitted with adhesive pads for an electric controller. Since Miss Gepard had two more pads left, she stuck one on each of my ass cheeks. As a highlight, I still got a latex mask. Fortunately, it had some holes in the mouth and nose area through which one could breathe well. Sweaty and stressful but that will certainly increase in the long run, I was sure.

Miss Gepard pumped up my plug a little and started the vibration mode. “Three, two, one, let’s go!” She said, and the timer started. I decided to start at a moderate pace. On the display, I could easily read the distance and elapsed time. I was determined to keep the target and gradually increase the speed.

In parallel, however, Miss Gepard also increased her meanness. Two powerful pumping strokes and the plug now made itself very clear and unpleasantly noticeable. As if that were not enough, Miss Gepard also activated the current on my nipples and buttocks. This made it much more difficult for me to walk. Under the latex mask, I now began to sweat considerably.

Miss Gepard checked my split time and indicated that I was below target.

“Shit”, I thought, now comes the payback for not practicing. My feet were already hurting and I should have increased the speed to get back on course. Instead, I reduced the speed and allowed myself a breather. The body sweat was now joined by anxiety sweat because I was aware that I probably could not meet the target.

Nevertheless, I pulled myself together again and accelerated. And again, Miss Gepard did the same. The vibration level was turned almost to the limit and the current pulses now came more frequently and more intense. My feet burned, the clock showed 2.2KM and 29 minutes. I gave up, reduced the speed, and tortured myself to the finish.

Miss Gepard’s mood, looking at the result of the performance check, shifted. She was annoyed. And rightfully so, of course. “Have you really trained?” she asked briskly and with a serious expression. A “Not really mistress.” came out meekly over the lips.

The mood tipped from annoyed to angry. She told me to get off the treadmill, then she removed the power pads from my chest and butt and threw them on the floor. She was really pissed off. She also removed the plug and my mask and threw both to the floor. “Get down on all fours and come with me.” she ordered. I complied.

We went into another room and I had to kneel down. Wordlessly, Miss Gepard put an eye mask and a heavy collar on me. Shortly after, she stuffed two earplugs in my ears and a gag in my mouth.

Last but not least, she put hearing protection on me. I could see nothing, hear nothing at all, and, logically, I could no longer speak. What happened around me from then on I could no longer perceive in any way.

Miss Gepard pulled me by the collar and ordered me to stand up. She led me around the room until I bumped into something. There she pushed me down a bit, whereupon I understood that I must be at the punishment rack and I should probably take a seat on it.

So it was, carefully I took my place and Miss Gepard fixed me on it very tightly.

However, nothing further happened. Strictly bound and without orientation or perception I held out. I can’t say how long, but it was quite a while. Is she still in the room at all? Is this my punishment? How long will I lie here like this? It all ran through my head.

But then a burning pain abruptly interrupted my thoughts. Completely by surprise, I received a violent blow with a cane. The effect was corresponding, I tugged at my bonds and moaned through the gag. Tensely, I waited for the next blow. But again nothing. Quite a while without anything happened.

At least I could recover quickly from the pain. And again suddenly a violent cane stroke pattered on my butt. This procedure was repeated 2 or 3 times. Each with some time in between but enormously violent and completely unpredictable.

I had just received another blow and was already preparing for the break. But again it came differently. Shortly after the last blow followed 5 quick blows. Then again a break, but much shorter than before. Again 5 blows hit, followed by a longer break. This perfidious game drove Miss Gepard quite a while.

Feminovian Prison 4

Not being able to anticipate what is coming and when is an interesting but also scary feeling. You don’t have time to prepare and tense up. That’s what made the whole affair so intense. In the meantime, Miss Gepard went into a staccato of blows, all of them tight and in short intervals. I tugged and tried to wriggle out of the bondage, which, of course, I failed. Finally, I whimpered a stunted “Mercy Mistress” through the gag.

Miss Gepard gave me one last blow and then stopped. Panting heavily and exhausted, I waited for the shackles to be released. But this also failed to happen.

Feminovian Prison 8

She’s not going to start again, is she? I thought to myself. She kept me in the dark. Seconds, minutes, I don’t know anymore. Suddenly, a hand stroked my burning butt. Oh no, here we go again, I feared. But instead of new blows on my butt, something cold slid into it. What kind of wickedness is this again, I asked myself, and a short time later I knew.

Miss Gepard gave me an enema in the truest sense of the word. I felt how the water flowed into me and an increasingly oppressive discomfort arose. The discomfort was also contributed by the fact that I did not know how much water she would give me and especially how much I already had within. Eventually, however, Miss Gepard removed what was sticking out of my butt and loosened all the restraints. “Something better not come out!” she threatened and continued while she took off my gag, eye mask, headphones, collar, and earplugs: “Get dressed and leave the studio immediately.”   

I briefly oriented myself and surprisingly found my clothes on a nearby chair. Although I would have preferred to sprint directly to the toilet, I complied with the request, of course, got dressed, and left the studio. Miss Gepard threw my “sport shoes” after me and wordlessly closed the studio door behind her.

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Femdom Boss Karlie Kloss

I had been at my new job for almost 5 months and was very happy with it. I could finally say with complete justification that I enjoyed going to work. At last! It was not easy to find a job that really suited me.

It would also be high level whining of me because economic situations had worsened significantly in recent months due to the Corona crisis. At the moment, one has to be happy to have a secure job at all. I was more than lucky to find my dream job during this crisis.

It was just at the end of the first lockdown when I became aware of a job ad. A very well-known magazine for fashion and lifestyle was looking for a programmer. The ad matched my qualifications, so without thinking twice I sent my CV to the recruiter.

I was not mistaken, because after only 2 hours I got a callback and we arranged an interview. From then on fate took its course. I got the job and found my way around very quickly.

From a technical point of view, the position corresponded very closely to my skills as an IT expert and was, therefore, nothing special. One thing, however, was completely different from what I was used to in my career as a developer, namely the personnel.

Since it was a fashion magazine, only women worked there. But that was not enough. To work for this magazine, you had to have a feel for fashion and female needs. So, the staff consisted of fashion-conscious, young, neat women, who fought and worked hard for their jobs. It was an honor to be accepted there as a young woman.

Apart from me, there was no other male employee there.

To this day I can’t say exactly why I got the job because I didn’t make much of an effort when I applied. But I suspect that it had something to do with my appearance since I don’t look like the typical computer scientist.

Although I am shy and reserved, you can’t tell at first glance. Rather the opposite is the case because I look good and dress fashionably.

Today I am sure that there are some employees in the company who have kept an eye on me, but more about that later.

It was the last week of my probationary period and I was supposed to pass it without any problems, but I still got a little nervous when I was asked to come to the boss’s office on a late Friday afternoon.

The boss of the magazine was a very special woman. She was in her early 30s and a former catwalk model, a very successful one at that. She had incredibly long legs, a height of 188cm, and blond hair. After her active career, she had invested the millions she earned in the foundation of various projects aimed at the emancipation of women.

My new employer was one of these projects. Through the intelligent focus on the topics: Strengthening Women, Fashion, Society, Feminism, and Sexuality, the magazine had become a million-dollar company with almost 100 employees within two years.

It was a magazine by women for women. All interviews, pictures, and articles were written by women. It was about fashion, pregnancy, sex toys, menstrual cramps, lovesickness, etc.; in short, all topics that women are interested in.

Of course, it takes a strong personality and leadership qualities to create such an empire. Accordingly, the boss (her name was Karlie), had a great deal of assertiveness and every employee admired her for her toughness. I believe there would have even been young girls willing to work for her for free.

Personally, I am a great admirer of strong women, in fact, I even look up to some of them. In contrast to most of my conspecifics, I do not react with aggressiveness or attack strong women.

Nevertheless, the boss had an intimidating effect on me, too. I was not quite 180cm tall, and her height alone (of course, always increased by high heels), exceeded me so much that I was usually very happy to have little to do with her.

I became all the more nervous after I heard about this unusual appointment. In addition, most of the employees were already at home by late Friday afternoon. Why did the boss want to see me so late, and only two weeks before the end of my probationary period?

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I arrived punctually at 5pm at the office of the boss. I knocked at the anteroom and entered. Karlie’s antechamber was a real office in itself. She had 6 assistants.

These jobs were of course very much in demand and only the select elite made it into these positions. The girls in the antechamber were all stunning. If I had to choose one of them, it would not have been easy for me.

Dementsprechend unwohl fühlte ich mich jedes Mal beim Betreten dieses Raumes. Ich wurde stets von allen Seiten gemustert und natürlich spürten sie meine Unsicherheit.

Accordingly, I felt uncomfortable every time I entered this room. I was always being patterned from all sides and, of course, they felt my insecurity.

On this day it was no different. When I entered I was stared at by 12 eyes. I looked down and said that I had an appointment with the boss. The boss’s secretary apparently knew about my appointment without having to check the calendar and just nodded and looked at the other assistants with a grin.

“How come she immediately knew what this was about?” – it blew right through me. My heart was only beating faster because it didn’t seem to be a trivial thing. But what the hell did that grin and the look around say?

I was afraid that they might hear my heart beating, so I took quick steps to Karlie’s door and tried to make as confident an impression as possible. Whether or not I succeeded I could not judge.

I gathered my courage and knocked on the door.

From the inside came a “come in” and so I grabbed the door handle with sweaty hands and tried to exchange one hell for another by slipping through the door at lightning speed.

But on the other hand, it was not one bit easier for my nerves. The boss sat at her desk and smiled at me briefly. She looked simply stunning. She was a real businesswoman – smart, tough, and always stylishly dressed.

After leaving me standing humbly for a few seconds, she pointed to the chair on the other side of her desk and said, “Please sit down.”

I did as I was told and sat down on the chair directly opposite this goddess. When our eyes crossed, I could only briefly resist hers and immediately looked down to the floor.

“Hello dear, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you into my office so late.” – she opened the conversation directly to the point without making small talk.

I replied, “Yes, actually, I am.” I wasn’t sure if she had noticed the trembling in my voice because my nervousness rose again significantly. Finally, she admitted that this was no ordinary appointment. So, my distrust seemed to be justified.

“As you know, your trial period with us will soon be over. Do you want to stay here? After all, the probationary period is there to enable both parties to leave the employment relationship easily if they so wish.”

So, I was right, it was about my remaining in the company.

“Oh, yes, I’m dying to stay. I like it here very much.” – I said in a not very eloquent way. Of course, this immediately weakened my negotiating position, because now she knew that she had me in her hand.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Because we would also like to keep you here in principle. But you must understand that I demand a lot from every employee here. It is not for nothing that I have become so successful with this company.

My employees have to be willing to go further and give more than they would if they had a xy magazine. I demand this not only from my girls at all levels but also from you as the only male employee.”

She is negotiating with you

“But of course, that is absolutely clear.” – I said, visibly relieved. So, “in principle” I could stay.

“Good, then you will have the opportunity today to prove it. I’m going to ask for something unusual from you, but it’s just about the extra mile that my employees have to go for this company.”

“I want to see if you are really ready for this. At the same time, you have the opportunity to be extremely popular with the entire staff, and I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint the girls in my anteroom. They are all very excited to see if you will accept. What do you think?”

“Well, I will certainly do my utmost. I received a very warm welcome and I really want to continue working here, besides, it is very difficult to find a job at the moment anyway.” – again I had betrayed my position too quickly, but it was also difficult because I was simply no match for this woman. Also, the fact that she had mentioned her assistants and their interest in the outcome of this conversation did not make it any easier for me.

“Well, let’s get to the real subject of this appointment.” She opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out a box. At first sight it looked like the packaging of an iPhone. She put the box on the table in front of me.

“As you know, we often write reviews and articles about sex toys for women. But there are also various toys, which are intended for women, but you need a man to test them. This is exactly the same with this beautiful piece here, which is called the “Cell Mate”.

It is an app-controlled chastity cage for the man. Once created, the cage can only be opened with an app. You already know of our articles about app-controlled vibrators for women, here it is similar in principle, but with a very important difference. The app to unlock the cage is, of course, not installed on the smartphone of the cage carrier. Ha-ha-ha.

Up until her last sentence I had listened carefully and had not feared anything bad, but now the adrenaline was shooting through my whole body. Should a device like this be tried on me?

Obviously, I also became red in the face because she continued immediately:

“Very good, you are getting red in the face, which means you have already understood what role you are going to play. That’s right, you’re gonna try this thing on and wear it.”

“On the one hand, we would like to write a detailed product review for our readers. But we thought we could go a step further and write a series about the “chaste attitude of the man”. This will be a bombshell for our customers, the topic has been hotly debated lately and we, as an emancipated magazine that consciously wants to strengthen women, are predestined to take on this topic.

This could be one of our highest-circulating issues. I hope you realize that this is very important for all of us and the company.

I did not quite know what was happening to me. What exactly is she talking about? What kind of series about “man’s chaste attitude”? You want me to wear this thing? And then tell you how it feels to wear it? Well, well, maybe I would be able to do that. I could put it on at home and write a few lines about it.

But it was blatant that she had already talked about it with the girls in the anteroom.

She must have noticed that my thoughts had begun to circle inside of me, so she got up, came over to my side and opened the box.

The device she had called the chastity cage apparently consisted of two parts. One was a kind of metal bow or metal ring. The other thing was a plastic tube, which was open on one side and closed on the other, except for a slit. I quickly understood what each part was for because on the box there was a picture of the cage in action, which I now looked at embarrassed.

Cellmate Chastity Cage

I thought to myself, why is she taking the pieces out of the box and putting us both in this unnecessary embarrassing situation? At home, I would have enough private time to put this thing on.

She held both pieces in her hands and looked down at me from above. She was really such an incredibly beautiful woman. My heart was beating up to my neck. The smell of her perfume gave the situation an additional charming character. So, this goddess, my boss, stood very close above me, had a penis cage in her hand and looked me straight in the eyes.

Who could have imagined this situation just 5 minutes ago? Impossible!

“Well, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to support us? Now you’re gonna do something you don’t want to do, and literally turn tail?”

What? She wants me to put this thing on right away? Well, that can’t be it! That’s going too far! After all, we are still at work here. I am trying to articulate myself:

“Uh, should I put it on right now? I could just do it at home in peace and quiet, I have much more time for it and could also take notes.” – that was of course just an excuse. I definitely didn’t want to wear it here in the office.

“No, no, you’re gonna put it on now. After all, we only want the best for our readers, and we have to make sure that you have truly worn the cage.”

What else could I do now? My brain feverishly tried to find a way out, but now good advice was expensive. I started to get annoyed for a moment that I had already said how hard it is to find a new job and that I absolutely want to stay here. This meant that I did not have any good cards in my hand to negotiate with.

I also didn’t want all the women in the company to know that I wasn’t taken on just because I refused to wear this device. I already had a reputation for being a bit prudish anyway, which I was a bit ashamed of. Now I would have the opportunity to present myself from a different side.

So, I decided to give in to the whole thing. I had no other choice, even in retrospect, anyway.

“Well ok, I’ll take it to the bathroom for a minute and then I’ll report back.”

I reached out my hand for the cage and wanted to take it from her, but she pulled her hand back and said, “What did I just tell you? Weren’t you listening? I want to be sure that you really put the thing on! That’s not so hard to understand, is it?”

I had to swallow, my mouth was already completely dry, I was already under so much adrenaline.

“Uh, should I put it on right here and now?” – I stuttered forward.

“Yes, of course, that’s the only way I can play it safe. Come on, undo your pants. The longer you bitch around, the longer this embarrassing situation will last for you.”

I was so embarrassed that I looked down again. I slowly got up from my chair, only to discover again that with her 188cm plus high heels she was a good head taller than me. I felt like a lamb to the slaughterhouse.

My knees were trembling, and I was afraid I was going to fall over for a moment.

“I don’t have all day. It’s Friday! It is late and we all want to go home. Please open your pants now. You seem really uptight; I’ve been told that.”

Now, of course, she had me by the balls, again in the truest sense of the word. Who wants to be stamped as “uptight”, especially when such a hot woman says it?

So, I opened my pants, let them down a bit and took off my boxer shorts. My best piece was now freely visible and I could have sunk into the ground with shame. Because of all the excitement and nervousness, it was also a bit reduced in its splendor. Normally, I had a nice big penis, but any man will understand that under these circumstances he could not quite show it.

“There you go” – and because she had been waiting for this moment all along, she crouched down in a flash and skillfully put the cage on. I flinched a little when the cold metal touched my intimate parts. I could hear that the whole procedure was finished by a click, which seemed to be the lock of the cage. She checked once more to make sure both parts could not be separated and then stood up again.

“You see, it wasn’t so bad after all. Thank you for your cooperation.” – She went back to her desk and sat down on her chair.

She just left me standing there with my pants down. What was I supposed to do now? Immediately tell her whether it was comfortable to wear or not? Why wasn’t I asked a question, wasn’t this supposed to be a report after all?

But my thoughts were abruptly choked off when she reached for the telephone system, pressed a button, and said: “You can come in girls, he put it on.”

No sooner had she finished the sentence that I heard applause and cheers from the anteroom. I became terribly angry and looked at my boss questioningly. She returned my look with a smirk and the door flew open as the anteroom ladies came cackling in.

To make matters worse, I only now realized that I still had my pants down. Hurriedly I grabbed them and closed them again, which was not so easy because now there was this thing around my cock. I obviously had a lot of trouble stowing everything properly, much to the amusement of my audience.

“Well, he still has to practice that a bit.” – said one of the secretaries – “But you will have enough time for that now, right girls? There was laughter of approval.

Look how they are amused

“Beatrice, be so kind as to close the door. I would like to discuss the matter with you all in peace.” After Beatrice, a beautiful, tall, 20-year-old with red hair closed the door, she continued:

“The most important part is done. So, my dear, a lot will change for you in the next few weeks. I would like to summarize the most important points for you. Girls, please let me know if I forget anything.

  • Your cage can only be unlocked by us. We all have the app on our smartphones.
  • You can always ask us to open it, but you should think about it carefully and choose the right words.
  • If the cage is opened by one of the people present, we all get a message on our smartphone.
  • Your workplace will be in my anteroom from now on. We have already cleared a desk in the middle for this. We want to observe exactly what effects such a cage has on you and your behavior here.
  • You will write a report of at least one DIN4A page every evening, and write down your thoughts and feelings regarding your chastity and the insights and problems associated with it. You will file the report every day in the network cloud so that it can be viewed by all of us.
  • You will also write a weekly report which will be printed in our magazine. Of course, your name will not be mentioned.
  • Every week one of us will do an interview with you, where you will honestly describe your situation with the cage.
  • Because we also want to test your social behavior, you will take one of us out to dinner every weekend and then accompany her home. If the lady in question so desires, you will also be available to her for one additional day for household tasks. This is a special study on behalf of a university, which wants to examine the helpfulness of chaste men.
  • After seven weeks you will take me out for dinner personally, then we will reflect and decide how to proceed with the project.

Let me know in the comments if you want to have a sequel!

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