Chastity-Slave-Driver – A True Femdom Story

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A short story about an experience I made in May 2020. I had the great opportunity to work as a Chastity-Driver for a Femdom Mistress I met online.

German Version

Bullseye

Another Femdom story that happened just like this.

The interesting thing about this story is that I‘m writing it while the story is in full swing. I‘m sitting alone in a car in the supermarket parking lot and I have my computer in front of me.

She said I was allowed to take something to pass the time since I’ll have plenty of time while I wait for her.

Let’s get everything in order first.

It all started yesterday morning. I was in my home office because of the Coronavirus and I got a little bored.

I started poking around on BDSM.com again.

After a few minutes, I found a profile. Unfortunately, there was no profile description. Only a photo, which showed a woman with a buttoned shirt collar and a strict blouse. Her personality was listed as “dominant”.

BDSM and bondage could also be found among her preferences.

Even though I like to read explicitly in the profile description that it is a dominant woman who is interested in a D/s relationship of any kind, this time the rest was enough for me to dare a message.

No sooner said than done I wrote to her and received a quick reply. It stated that she is dominant and finds chastity games with a chastity cage very interesting. Furthermore, she is generally keen on having power over others.

Wow! Of course, that was water on my mills.

She also quickly asked me if I had a chastity cage at home. After I affirmed, I had to put it on immediately and send her a picture.

Frankly, it’s not an easy job. I asked for a 10-minute delay so that I could collect myself in the cold shower. This was commented with laughter but also granted.

After what felt like an eternal cold shower I managed to put the cage on. Once again, I cursed myself – why didn’t I buy a bigger model to better fit my anatomy?

But, who could have known (even 3 hours ago) that I would put this on today.

My mistress was satisfied with the picture and said that the cage should now be kept on until 9pm. Ufff, it was only 3pm. Not much productivity will happen in the home office today.

Anyway, I soon realized that I was not dealing with an amateur. I had to send pictures with timeproof again and again, showing that I‘m keeping the cage on.

Of course, the mistress did not refrain from sending me pictures of her shoe collection and underwear collection. A picture of one of her high heels combined with a chastity cage was especially nasty.

Keuschheitskäfig Heigh Heel

It’s good that I wasn’t really in the office and I didn’t have a lot to do. In any case, there was no work to think about.

To make matters worse, I also had to go to the hairdresser, as they were finally open again after 2 months of a Coronavirus forced break, and I was in dire need.

With a chastity cage at the barber

So, I had no other choice than to go with the cage put on. It was not easy to find a pair of trousers that were wide enough.

Of course, that was no reason for my mistress to allow me to remove the cage. On the contrary, I had to document my exact outing by mobile phone.

I also had to report immediately after the haircut, which I obediently did.

The order then came that she would like a new proof photo immediately. She doesn’t trust me yet. I would expect her to make sure that I‘m not one of the many pseudo submissives out there.

Femdom Stuff:

I had to go to the nearest toilet and take a picture. She gave me five minutes, the clock was ticking.

I started to look for a public toilet. Normally, I would have just gone to a restaurant, but unfortunately, they were also closed due to the Coronavirus.

I had another idea: On the opposite side of the street was a public parking garage. My salvation!

I was quickly in the stairwell, only to discover that there was no toilet. Fuck! Time’s ticking!

So, I had to improvise. I stopped in the stairwell for a moment and listened. There was no one there but me. If I hurry, I can take a picture without anyone noticing.

I quickly opened my trousers so that the cage was visible, I also held my wristwatch next to it for timeproof and pressed the trigger.

I sent the photo just in time.

My efforts should pay off quickly.

Since I followed my mistress so well and diligently, she made me a proposal:

“I like to use my slaves for services, so that my applied attention is somehow rewarded. For example, I like being chaffed. Tomorrow evening I would need exactly such a slave chaffeur. If one of my slaves fucks up, you can fill in. Of course you have to wear your chastity cage the whole time and I get all the keys.”

I don’t think I have to explain to anyone that I accepted right away.

Now I just had to somehow get through until 9pm, and then hope that another slave will let this divine chance pass tomorrow.

What a relief when I was finally allowed to take the cage off at 9pm. I had completely forgotten what it is like to wear it for a long time, but I saw it as potential training for the next day. I might have to wear it even longer.

I slept very badly that night. I constantly looked at my phone to see if I had received a message. Unfortunately, I hoped in vain.

The next day I hung on my mobile phone almost non-stop, in order not to miss a message from my mistress.

When I had given up all hope, the longed-for news arrived at 3 pm:

“You’re lucky, the other slave really fucked up. This is your chance. I want you to pick me up at 6:30 at a supermarket parking lot near my apartment. Take both keys for your chastity cage. I need a ride to the next town. There I will go to a party and stay for about 4-5 hours. You wait for me in the car and drive me home afterwards. You can take something to distract yourself for the waiting time, you’ll need it.”

I was excited with anticipation. Although it made me a little nervous that she wanted both keys. That means there was no backup or security for me, but that’s the way it is with an experienced mistress – either you play by her rules or not at all.

I took a shower, put on something nice, and added a lot of lubricant to the cage before putting it on. As late as possible, of course, as early as necessary.

Just after I left the apartment, I got another message:

“Buy me another bottle of champagne and chewing gum. I can’t do either. Don’t disappoint me.”

Ohoh, I hope I can make it. I’m already a little late.

Thank God there was little traffic and I was a good ten minutes early at the parking lot. I quickly bought everything as ordered and placed it in the passenger seat.

When it was finally 6:30 I gave my exact position to my mistress and asked how I could recognize her, since I had only seen pictures of her without her face.

A real Femdom

She sent me a voicemail saying I had nothing to worry about. I should just stand behind the car and wait for her, take care of her luggage, stow it, and be a good boy.

So, I stood behind the car and waited. Just when I saw her, I noticed that the trunk was still locked from the inside, so I went back to the driver’s seat and opened it.

There was another message: “I said behind the car!”

I went back quickly. My mistress was very good-looking! She was dressed completely in black, and after a greeting, she pressed her luggage wordlessly into my hands. I stowed everything in the trunk and politely opened the door for her.

Then I drove her to the party. First, she wanted both keys from me, which she attached to her necklace. She teased me again and again with different remarks.

It was not at all easy to concentrate on driving, because the cage between my legs became very narrow, and I had to pretend to be deaf, otherwise, I would not have been able to bear the cage and I may have had an accident.

She especially enjoyed touching the cage between my legs, all while driving the car, of course.

When we were almost at the party, she said:

“Okay, after the party, your grace period is over. When I get back, I want to see your cage and play with you for a while. I’ve got the keys now, so have fun waiting and thinking of me!”

With these words, she got out of the car. I’ve been sitting here writing this story ever since. Its only been two hours, and I guess I have about three more hours to go. To be honest, I am extremely curious about what my mistress has planned for me next.

Of course, I’ll also report on that…

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