Escape Challenge with Miss Gepard

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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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