The benefits of dating dominant women 0 (0)

dating dominant women

A fast growing number of men are looking to date dominant women because they are aware of the following benefits:

Lower stress levels

A major study shows that dating dominant women triggers some positive biological effects which are similar to the peace you experience during and after a yoga session or meditation. Sometimes these biological effects are similar to the dancer’s high or the runner’s high that you usually get from an intense workout. Therefore, dating dominant ladies helps you to reduce the stress hormone which is also known as cortisol.

Research suggests that a reduction in the stress hormone makes men feel better physically, mentally and emotionally. Indeed, lower cortisol levels can protect you from many health issues such as high blood pressure, insulin resistance as well as compromised immune system.

Better mental health

It is reported that dating women who are dominant makes men much more well-adjusted on various measures. Yes, men who date dominant women feel significantly more secure in their romantic relationships and have an increased sense of wellbeing. More importantly, these men are more willing to try new experiences and are generally more conscientious toward other people. Thus, they clearly have better mental health.

More effective communication

According to VeryWellMind.com, BDSM brings two people closer to each other. More specifically, BDSM practitioners have better communication skills – we plan ‘scenes’ using various forms of safety precautions which oftentimes involve assertiveness, vulnerability and negotiation – all of these are extremely important in successful relationships.

More trust

It is said that BDSM practitioners tend to experience a very deep sense of trust in their relationships. An exciting BDSM adventure starts from a candid discussion about what both individuals are keen to explore, e.g., what are they fantasizing about? Are they turned on by this scene or that scene? Based on these parameters, BDSM practitioners are able to map out scenarios. In addition, most individuals use safe words while navigating the edges of their boundaries.

Are you ready to start dating dominant women? Join our community today and watch this space for more content like this!

Dangerous Obsession – Day 1 – Femdom Story 4 (1)

Day 1

I sneaked out of the office somewhat earlier to drive across town to meet Miss Gepard for lunch. We had a meeting online a couple of weeks ago. I had a twisted fantasy of being dominated by strong women and that brought me to the web-store of elegant, dynamic, and sophisticated lifestyle dominatrices at bdsm.com. In the beginning, I was extremely nervous about meeting Miss Gepard online even. But after the first online meeting, she excellently made me feel at ease, relaxed, and comfortable, and I shared my kink fantasies with her. I was a newbie in the realm of BDSM. Even though I researched a lot about the various aspect of this erotic domain, I was too afraid to explore and experience it. So when I was sitting in the restaurant where the scheduled meeting was about to happen, my mind was bombarded with all sorts of questions, forbidden thoughts, eroticism, and sensuality about her, about my newest venture, and the wonderful possibilities that lied ahead of me. I shivered at those temptations and I felt my fingers chilling down even in the sweltering heat of May. 

She had called me earlier in the week to check whether I was available. And I had accepted her irresistible invitation because I was too tempted by my erotic thoughts to even considering denying them. The clicking of high heels on the tile floor tore me from my explicit fantasyland I felt my heart pounding in my chest and I turned toward the door of the booth in the restaurant to find Miss Gepard walking out from the lobby. She was wearing a gray business suit, the skirt was a couple of inches over her knees, with a shining silk pullover and black siphons brandishing what resembled four or five-inch heels.

I was stunned by her magnificence and the piercing look of her eyes. She beamed with confidence and sensuality and her looks were hypnotic. She sat down confidently and we small talked for a few minutes sipping a cup of coffee. We talked about the upcoming sessions, contracts, and safe-words and the plays we were going to participate in. 

“How about we go,” she said gruffly, hardly looking at me as she strolled towards the front entryway. I had planned to offer her a drive in my car; however, as per her instructions, I had left my car in my office building parking lot. She moved shockingly quickly in her high heels, and when I found her outside, she was halfway to her car, her long, dense hair blowing delicately in the light breeze.

“Where might you want to go?” I asked, presently in the front seat, as she changed gears pulling out of the parking area in the restaurant-complex zone. There were a lot of luxurious hotels and eateries in the vicinity; however, I was prepared to get the bill on the off chance that she needed to go to a more pleasant spot.

“I’ve made plans of action as of now,” she said. “You’ll see when we arrive. In case you have a mobile phone with you, turn it off. I would prefer not to be upset by an irritating ring tone or its buzzing vibrator up your butt.”

Amazingly, we maneuvered into the parking garage of a dungeon-like area, which I immediately recognized because of a clip I had seen in one of her online videos. This was sophisticated, brightly illuminated, neatly maintained. Maybe she was keen on a lunchtime romp. Seductive as she looked, I had no complaints and my cock began to get hard in my trousers as she pulled up just beside the main door and shut off the engine.

It appeared she had already arranged stuff in the room before since she pulled a key card from her tote and opened the entryway, gesturing for me to head inside.

“Take off your garments, fold them conveniently, and place them on the bed,” she commanded, shutting the entryway behind us.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I responded, rapidly removing my tie and peeling off the remainder of my apparel. I had my fingers freezing under the chilling wave of the AC and I had goosebumps all over my body. She, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm and composed as she monitored my errand.

She then walked toward her cabinet and rummaged her belongings. I panicked and felt a chilling wave of terror gushing down my spine. What she brought forth had my heart pounding in my throat.

“Do you know what this is?” she inquired in a mischievous tone, smacking the face of a wooden paddle against an open palm of her hand. It was a light-shaded furnished wood, generally the length of a ping pong paddle, yet narrower and a lot thicker, and a single large opening had been drilled in the focal point of the paddle. It was the very paddle with which she had proudly tamed, trained, and punished her submissives and I took pride in enlisting my name as her sub.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I said submissively, affirming that I knew the toy all around very well.

“I’m certain you do,” she asserted quietly. “Now, before we make the most of our lunch, I need to give you a speedy spanking just to ensure I have your total consideration and absolute submission and to inspire you to be respectful.”

I was more than willing to comply without being spanked by the paddle, yet I expected that asking would just irritate her, so I bent over by the side of the bed as she gestured, with my hands laying on edge of the bed.

Five hard smacks crash-landed on my left side butt cheek, immediately followed by another five on the opposite cheek. I had winced at the blistering and aching feeling evaporating from my bottom, yet my cock oozed its arousal and twitched; an amusing feast to her exploring eyes. I gritted my teeth, battling the desire to moan or shout out. I anticipated that she should humiliate me and paddle me some more; however, rather she commanded me to go to the little kitchen anteroom.

There were a packaged chocolate cake and Macaroni Lamb Pasta in the refrigerator and I started warming it up in the microwave for her. A single spot setting with costly silverware, a wine glass, and a silver-coated plate was on the counter, and I was ordered to serve her food on that when it was prepared.

“Pour me some wine,” Miss Gepard commanded, presently having sat down on a comfortable sofa by the table. I took out the bottle of French Burgundy from the fridge. It ended up being extremely rich in smell and color. Figuring she would need to be filled in as though I were a waiter, I took the wine glass to her, popped the cork, and poured her a glassful with as much artfulness that I could oversee.

At the point when her food was warmed, I served it out onto the silver plate and carried it to her, alongside the silver spoons and a few napkins. I felt very weird serving her while being naked; however, I couldn’t deny my arousal. I was trembling with excitement all this time. My heart and stomach were doing summersaults in my throat while my half-erect cock leaked its excitement. Not wanting me to linger by the side of her table, she ordered me to set up my lunch.

My meal was a sharp differentiation, a modest frozen pita or pot pie item, which I should put on a paper plate. There wasn’t a plastic fork for me to utilize.

At the point when my food was warmed, Miss Gepard commanded me to get down on the ground and position my plate at her feet. From the start, I felt that she planned to have me eat it like a dog, without utilizing my hands. Rather she penetrated a row of openings in the breaded crust with her stiletto heels, each time hauling them out gradually to uncover the tips covered with a thick sauce.

“I’ll be taking care of you,” she advised me, holding first one heel of her stiletto and afterward the other up to my face and instructing me to lick them clean.

After she ate a portion of her food and took a sip from her wine glass, she gradually squashed the sharp toe of one of the high heels into my food, the presently punctured crust effectively separating and pouring out the steaming eatables.

Miss Gepard raised her foot to my face, the toe and bottom of her shoe covered in the sticky sauce with a few pieces of chicken and some pea, and I attempted to lick all the food off of her shoe before it could dribble back onto the paper plate.

I believed that I could smell a trace of an exotic fragrance at her ankles, and her wonderful legs were sheathed in fine nylon. In all probability, she was wearing pantyhose, yet I envisioned that they were stockings and that under her seductive trendy skirt, she wore a lacy garter belt. Very close I could see that her shoes had a hint of leather fragrance and the soles were nicely intact as though they were brand new which she had specifically chosen for this session.

Tasting her delectable French Burgundy, Miss Gepard whirled the toe of her other shoe into the pounded items of my lunch, and again gave me heel and soles trickling with meat, vegetables, and sauce, which I happily licked clean.

“I’m certain you were expecting a more traditional get-together,” she mocked. “In any case, I like this better. I can see you have a hard-on, so you don’t have any complaints, isn’t that right?”

“No, Miss Gepard,” I reacted as she raised the sauce-coated toe of her shoe to my lips.

“Do you like to see ladies in high heels?” she inquired sternly, bringing the tip of a stiletto heel to my drooling mouth, which I enchantingly and hungrily licked even though it just had a touch of meat and sauce on the tip.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I replied as I felt my heart in my throat, my lips were attached to her heel until she pulled it away to scratch it in the remaining items of my delectable lunch.

“I love heels as well. They cause me to feel provocative and authoritative,” she clarified.

“I realize that I’ve harmed you and debased you, and I’ll honestly reveal to you that I’ve delighted in the entire session, yet, significantly, any man that I consider allowing into my life knows his place. You take eagerly to submitting yourself to me, and I am exceptionally satisfied.” There was a long respite and I didn’t know whether she anticipated that I should say anything consequently.

“Much obliged, Miss Gepard,” I dared to say finally.

“Now, our lunch break is running out,” she said. “You’ve been very polite, yet before we go, would you like to be taken care of your drooling erection? Just for fun?” she inquired sternly.

I was in seventh heaven. My wish had been granted. I was so excited that I could only nod my approval, which only resulted in a mischievous chuckle on her face. “Come on! Take off my shoes and stockings.”

I immediately pulled off her shoes, and she helped me with her stockings. I, at long last, figured out how to pull it off. Her magnificent naked feet were uncovered. Newly pedicured nails…for me. “Just for you,” she said.

Her long, soft, sensitive foot was put on my yearning lips. I started to suck her big toe. As of now, I was standing on the cliffs of my arousal; however, I needed to experience her other foot. That was the reason I was here. I immediately reached for her other foot, as her first foot now gradually pushed FULLY into my eager mouth. I was unable to quit sucking her whole foot. Every one of her toes was in my mouth, and I just heard her groan. I at that point tugged her toe ring off with my mouth. Simultaneously my hands went on caressing her other foot, cuff muscles, and ankle…

My cock was getting increasingly hard, as both her feet got devotedly sucked, kissed, and licked all over. I licked her bottoms, as she curved her foot, at that point putting her toes in my mouth once more. Her other foot was then positioned on my hard cock. 

I grabbed my throbbing hard cock, and immediately, she brought her other foot down and used her heel to delicately and sensually rub the head of my cock. She at that point brought her other foot down and wrapped both her feet around my hard cock. She started to jerk it off, easily. She moved quicker, slower, harder, faster up and down, and I moaned, trembled, and rejoiced to be her toy.

Her foot continued speeding up and quick. “Cum on my feet, slave” she groaned.

I immediately got her left foot, pushed it down my mouth, as deep as I could get it, while her other foot scoured my cock.

I wrapped my hands around my cock, and immediately exploded everywhere on her feet and ankles. She chuckled and commanded, “Time to taste your reward. Come on, you have earned that as well. Lick my feet clean.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. But her voice, her eyes were like magic hypnotizing me and I obeyed her commands.

Satisfied, she said, “Well done slave! We’ll meet again tomorrow with some surprises.”

How do I write to a Femdom Mistress? – Tips and no-go’s 0 (0)

Femdom Dating
Illustration by: MsGrata

I get messages sent to me again and again from subs or slave candidates, which are ubeneath contempt. I often wonder if the sender seriously expects an answer from me?

“Hey, how are you?” or “Hi” are still the more harmless variants. Some subs ask me directly if I would do this or that with them. Others, in turn, immediately offer me money to work off their wish lists.

So, the spectrum ranges from unimaginative and unmotivated, to rude and disrespectful.

Maybe one or the other doesn’t mean any harm and just doesn’t know how to write to his future mistress so that she would be willing to answer.

Since every slave deserves to find a mistress, I would like to give you a few tips on how to make contact, and at the end show a few fails (no-go‘s).

The salutation

Every message should begin with a greeting that includes the lady’s name. A “Hi Miss Cheetah” is better than just “Hi”, even if it doesn’t get you anywhere.

It is scientifically proven that we humans immediately recognize our own name in a text and pay special attention to it.

Many men can’t imagine it, but we women are literally flooded with messages on dating platforms. So, you have to stand out right away if you want to have even the slightest chance of a response.

When a woman on a dating platform opens her mailbox again after several days, the messages that start with her own name will catch her eye more than those that only start with a “Hi, …”.

So, always write her name in the salutation and you will increase your chances that your message will be read at all.

Know your place

Do not start demanding anything! Do not demand anything! Instead, first express that you are fully aware that you are one among many.

Show understanding that an answer can take a while. If you even think of expressing any wishes, even entire wish lists, you can be sure that no one will answer you.

Be Funny

Don’t take yourself so seriously. This has less to do with dating a femdom, but women like it when you can be funny and laugh at yourself too. This is especially true for a prospective slave.

With all the Dom and sub behavior, you should always be aware that it is a game, or at least has the character of a game. Even if you live a 24/7 D/s relationship in which there is a TPE (Total-Power-Exchange), the whole thing can only work as long as both are still “playing along”.

I don’t want to advise you to not take this seriously. Never try to make jokes about your mistress, or even a cheeky “topping from the bottom” (unless this is desired). But also give your desired mistress the space to not always be dead serious. You can do this best by signaling that you don’t consider yourself super serious or important either.

Boredom

Nothing is a bigger love killer than boredom. So, don’t let it arise in the first place. Don’t make the one mistake that almost 95% of all slave candidates make. Don’t ask stupid, boring questions.

“How are you?”, would be just one example. Don’t do that, what would they answer except: “Ok thanks for passing the boredom test”.

Even worse, “What are you doing here on this platform?” So, you’re not in a position to have a conversation and you’re throwing the ball to me first? Thanks for the conversation – Ciao! 

Attempts to seduce

You can not expect that your fetishes are worked off strictly according to wish lists. Quite the opposite! For something like that you should look for a professional dominatrix anyway.

It’s not about what a dominant woman can do for you, it’s about what you can do for her.

You should already be leading the lady in the cover letter before her eyes, what fun she will have with you, or what enrichment you are for her life. You want to be dominated, so try from the beginning to give something! Of course, I do not mean money, even if small gifts and attention belong in every relationship between man and woman.

If you have experience, talk about it

If you already have experience as a slave, then talk about it. Many slave candidates just want to try out the submissive side. Of course, you have little interest in someone like that as a femdom.

Basically, these are just guys who are too stingy and cowardly to look for a professional dominatrix.

After all, you want to have something longer with a slave, if you already invest time in a meeting or a session. Ultimately, as a woman, you have just as little desire for a one-night session as you do for a one-night stand. You feel exploited when the slave only wants to be played with once.

So, if you already have experience as a scalper, or even if you have been in a femdom relationship before, then talk about it from the beginning so the desired lady knows immediately that you mean it and know what you want.

Also, in the BDSM area, those who know what they want are always the men in advantage.

Examples of how not to do it:

Here are a few examples of typical no-go‘s, which I have to read again and again.

I want to be kept chaste by you! – Wrong!

Unfortunately, many gentlemen are very quick to submit in this way, but at least they mean what they write.

Usually, the spectacle is over after a few days and the muzzlers quickly disappear into nirvana.

Do you need another slave? – Wrong!

I read this sentence in at least every 3rd message. What’s going on with you guys? As if a woman would really need to look for a slave for a long time. Of course I don’t need one, nobody needs one. You only WANT a new slave, but you never need one, and no woman has to wait for offers.

What are you looking for here? – Dumbest question ever!

Whoever asks such a question unfortunately has very little understanding. How should I answer such a question? As on all other dating platforms, we do not search for men. We let ourselves be found and then we choose.

Want to do …. with me? – Ouch, heavy fail!

Some men write me directly in the first message saying that I should tie them to the bed and do xy with them. Then this, that, and the other. Seriously? So, you want me to work off a script for you? Forget it!

Can I lick your feet? – Even more stupid!

If I were looking for someone to lick my feet, it would cost me exactly 10 minutes of work, because I can find someone like that on the next street corner. It takes a little more to impress me! In addition, no woman is on it to let a random stranger lick her feet, it takes a little more.

Do you want a collection with sample texts?

So, I hope I could help the men out there at least a little bit. At least after reading this post, you should know how to formulate a cover letter a little better in the future!

I am currently thinking about uploading a collection of the best cover letters I have received so far. That would certainly be helpful as inspiration for one or the other.

Are you interested? Let me know in the comments!

The Roommate Keyholder 0 (0)

Isn't it the dream of many?

So many have the dream of being kept in chastity by their sexy roommate. If you like it too I have good news for you! There is a very sexy story about that kind of phantasy here:

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Reputable platforms for Femdom dating – Which ones do I use? 5 (2)

I think in 2021 no man needs to believe that it would be impossible to find a Femdom girlfriend or Female Led Relationship. Thanks to the Internet, every Jack has his Jill.

For me as a passionate Femdom, it has now become natural to look for something to play with on the Internet from time to time.
Many readers ask me which platforms I can recommend or which I use myself. I will present you what I use and my personal recommendation.

BDSM.com

One of the oldest and most reputable sites I have ever discovered. Can highly recommend it!

JOYClub

The JOYClub is hard to beat in terms of seriousness. Members can undergo an authenticity check, and only when it is completed successfully one can send or received pictures. So women are not bombarded with dick pics. At least not that much!

Among other things, this is certainly the reason why there is a very high percentage of women there, as even the erotic magazine Amorelie confirms. I have made very nice contacts with JOYClub. They offer also a very handy app.

All my service personal is from JoyClub, my household slave and also my suby husband.

JoyClub is manly operating in Europe I think.

My recommendation

My favorite at the moment is clearly BDSM.com. On the one hand, this is due to the serious implementation and the rapid growth in the number of members. On the other hand, I experienced the app as very user-friendly and inviting. The large percentage of female colleagues seems to confirm this.

Why I love Bitcoin 5 (1)

Bitcoin No Gods No Masters
No Gods, No Masters. Nur Mistresses!

As a dominant woman, I do not like it when I have to give up control. I like to be the master of my affairs, whether it’s men, power, or money.

Especially with the latter, it is often not that easy, after all, you have to constantly bother with banks or other annoying services like PayPal. But this era will soon be a thing of the past. A revolution seems to be on the horizon, namely Bitcoin.

Full control over my property!

With Bitcoin, I finally get full control over my money and therefore my property. Bitcoin belongs to no one and no one controls it. Nobody can forbid it or prevent me from owning or sending Bitcoins.

Only those who have the passwords have access – no one else! I learned about this groundbreaking invention a few weeks ago and have been hooked ever since.

I believe that a Femdom should not only be free to control her subjects, but also free to control her money. I love to control things, this concerns not only my men!

No moralizers

Anyone who has ever tried to make money with adult content will quickly realize that our world is full of moralizers who do not want to pay for such content.

Of course, it’s perfectly ok to have half-naked women on every billboard. But as soon as you start writing about sexuality or even fetishes, you are immediately censored and locked out by normal payment service providers like PayPal.

Sexuality is the most normal thing in the world, everyone has one. No matter what it looks like, we all choose it just as little as our skin color or parents. But why is it still such a taboo subject that PayPal, for example, does not process payments for age-restricted content? Protection of minors is of course an important issue, but PayPal has no problem with computer games or online gambling. There is probably more money to be made here.

Bitcoin offers us the freedom to work past these moral apostles. Bitcoin cannot lock anyone out. You can only lock yourself out of Bitcoin. Bitcoin doesn’t care what sexuality or fetish you have. In fact, that should apply to any form of money. We are discriminated against enough by society for our proclivities, money doesn’t need to help protect us here as well.

No fees

We all have to live on something, nobody eats for free. Even if you publish good content about femdom or fetishes, you have to turn to shady payment providers, which also include adult content in their service offer.

The fees for such providers are horrendous. You sometimes pay up to a 50% service fee. It almost reminds me of the mafia, where everyone holds out their hand and wants to cash in.

It is the same with femdom sites, the payment providers can charge high fees because they have a monopoly.

Bitcoin, on the other hand, does not charge any fees at all, except for the transaction costs, which are very low and (with Bitcoin Lightning) almost free.

No know-how necessary

If you want to accept or spend Bitcoins, you don’t need a lot of technical know-how.

There are already good plugins for WooCommerce or WordPress that make accepting Bitcoins very easy. You don’t need to open any annoying accounts.

But paying with Bitcoins is even easier. Once you have bought Bitcoin, which is very easy, for example, via Coinbase, you can simply send them by scanning a QR code.

Simply scan the QR code and pay.

Value enhancement included

And by the way, Bitcoin also records an annual increase in value, which is unprecedented. In 2011, a Bitcoin cost less than $1, in 2021 it will be more than $50,000. Even if you do not plan to pay with Bitcoins, you can at least protect yourself against the constant devaluation of the euro or dollar. By the way, you don’t have to buy a “whole” Bitcoin. You can also buy fractional Bitcoins for as little as 10 cents.

Just lately, central banks have started using money printers like crazy. Bitcoins, however, are limited to 21 million and therefore offer a safe haven against any threat of inflation.

Banks become superfluous

I am sure that Bitcoin is to banks what the email was to the letter. The death blow! I am already looking forward to a world in which I no longer have to sit across from a greasy bank advisor who tells me what I can and cannot do with my money.

A bank consultant who asks me how I actually earn my money. Who has absolutely no understanding for my passion to subjugate and dominate men. Thanks to Bitcoin, this could be history one day for each of us!

Full privacy

Another important point is the anonymity of Bitcoin. This is exactly why I only accept Bitcoins myself. I don’t want any payment data or credit card information from anyone. It is also much more convenient for the customer to not find strange entries on his credit card statement.

Freedom and the right to privacy are unfortunately becoming more and more of a privilege today, although it should actually be a fundamental right. Bitcoin gives us back at least a part of these fundamental rights by definition.

Make up your own mind

You don’t believe me? Apart from the fact that you should never question the mistress’ words anyway, you are welcome to make up your own mind about Bitcoin. Even if you are a slave, either I, your wife, or you yourself should dispose of your assets. But certainly not your bank!

You can simply buy Bitcoins on Coinbase and transfer them to your own wallet, or leave them on Coinbase. However, then they have your Bitcoins.

If you don’t know what to spend your first Bitcoins on, try donating to me, of course only if you like this site and want to support me.

It’s very simple:

Escape Challenge with Miss Gepard 5 (5)

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.

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