How I was enslaved online – With a mean Chastity Cage

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Attention: The following story is a factual report. It all happened exactly like this in January of 2020. Have fun reading it.

German Version

A new search begins

I was once again in a phase without a mistress. That meant I had neither a keyholder, nor a dominant girlfriend, or anything like that in prospect. When I want to change this state, my search usually starts at Alt.com – as it did this time.

I set the search filter to show me all dominant women with a verified profile within a radius of 50mi. There are usually not as few as one would like to believe.

After some searching, I wrote to a 20-year-old Femdom. She claimed that she is very dominant and likes to gain control over men – that sounded interesting.

I promptly received an answer and we exchanged preferences, which (fortunately) were very similar. From my point of view, this is the foundation for every BDSM relationship – no matter what kind!

We reached the point where I was only allowed to address her as “mistress” unusually fast, and from now on I had to hand in a status report every day. This must always consist of a selfie, as well as a short write-up about my daily routine.

A penalty account is introduced

I’m a big fan of women who know what they want and consistently take the lead. She quickly gained all of my respect, especially at the age of 20. Her dominance was definitely on display here.

And so it went back and forth for a few days. On the third day, she introduced a penalty account, which was filled with points from now on. The penalties are announced every weekend.

Since both of our preferences include chastity, she quickly introduced the rule that from now on I could only come with her permission.

So far, so good.

After nearly a week we were at the point of thinking about a first date.

She said that I wasn’t 100% ready for a meeting yet, but I am ready to wear the chastity cage she picked out for me. What? Did I hear that correctly – she told me by voice mail? The blood in my veins immediately started to boil.

A hellish device

Was that a dream? Was a young, pretty blonde really about to make me her chastity slave? My heart started pounding wildly. I immediately asked which chastity cage she had chosen for me and how/when I should wear it, but she just kept on torturing me and did not want to go into details.

The next day I came home from work and found a note in the mailbox saying that the postman had delivered a package to my neighbor. That was strange because I hadn’t ordered anything in the last few days.

Unsuspectingly, I fetched the package and opened it in my apartment. I was totally shocked.

Now I suddenly understood why she wanted my address at the very beginning. She elicited it from me with the excuse that she might make a surprise visit to my house. What a naive idiot I am!

In the package was a chastity cage as I had never seen before. It was quite different from the usual models. It had no cage, but a ring with nasty spikes.

Here is a picture for illustration:

There was also an open lock in the package, but no keys. On a note enclosed with the parcel was written:

“So, here’s your little chastity surprise. You’re gonna put that thing on right now and send me a photo to prove it. Don’t worry about the missing keys, they’re safe with me. The cage can be carried for a long time, because it is not in the way of daily hygiene and is not visible to the outside. I think it is good to wear such a cage permanently, so you know where your place is at every second. Have fun with the first morning boner!” 🙂

The whole thing was signed with a lipstick kiss.

When the brain is not allowed to decide

Honestly, I was paralyzed. My heart was beating wildly and I didn’t know what was happening to me. I really didn’t expect anything like that. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Should I even play along with this?

If I put this thing on now, then I’m her completely will-less slave. So what’s next? What if she keeps me in chastity for weeks? I’d never keep that up with my libido. I’d be climbing the walls in a week.

But I was relieved of the decision elsewhere. Suddenly my cell phone started to vibrate and I knew instinctively who had just written me.

I wasn‘t wrong. It was my new mistress. She wrote, “I know you’re home from work already. Also, the tracking on my package tells me that you have received my gift. Put it on immediately and send me a proof photo where I can also see the lock number. If I don’t have the picture in 5 minutes, you can forget the whole thing. So decide wisely!”

Damn, she got me good. I didn‘t know what to do. Now here’s the problem: I had already been chaste for 5 days and therefore my brain was not the one making the decision.

The male sex drive should never be underestimated. A good mistress simply knows how to make a slave docile and will-less.

After the decision was quickly made, I immediately started to put the cage on. This was not so easy, because even in a flaccid state, it was difficult to pull the spiked ring over.

A warning:

Should anyone be interested in this cage, I would like to issue a warning! The construction and arrangement of the spikes is not for sissies. For one, the spikes cause extreme pain. Anyone who gets a full erection with this on will definitely drop to their knees!

On the other hand, due to the slanted arrangement of the spikes, the cage can be put on relatively easily, but it is impossible to take it off in an erect state!

So, if you get a boner with the cage on, you will have to endure it. It‘s not possible to remove it, because the spikes work like barbs. So be prepared for pain. Especially if the pain continues to trigger you, it can lead to a vicious circle.

You will drop to your knees

Unlike my new mistress, I didn’t know anything about this cage. She had already spoken of past experience with this cage, so there was definitely an information imbalance between us.

Full of youthful recklessness, I put this infernal device on. Yes, there’s no denying the name. Unfortunately, I only read the reviews on Amazon later, and they spoke for themselves, warning that the cage should not be underestimated.

I didn’t exactly have all this on my screen when the lock “clicked”. A shiver ran down my spine and the excitement immediately coursed through me. Then I felt the cage for the first time. Oh my God.

The metal spikes do not yield a millimeter. They bore into the flesh and caused a hell of a pain. Since their tips are rounded, they do not cause any injuries, but that is not necessary. The cage still forces you to your knees.

New rules apply

So, I have to wake my mind up and think about something else, so that I don’t get driven crazy immediately. Since I didn’t want to annoy my new mistress, I took the proof photo as ordered and sent it to her.

Her only response was a devil smiley and: “Well, now begins a new phase. You belong to me now. You better get used to it. Also, be especially careful from now on about missteps, your penalty account will also affect the length of your chastity.”

And then there was this:

“Just so we’re clear, you will never ask me about the length of your chastity. If you ever ask me when I‘ll let you out, your chastity will automatically be extended by one month! Ha ha.”

Whew, that hit home. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. There was also a non-inconsiderable portion of fear. Who really was this spoiled young brat? What if she’s a lunatic who likes to ruin men? Was it really worth it?

Also, does she want full-body photos of me, showing the cage and my face so that she could use them against me? I couldn’t possibly disobey such an order. She had me completely in her hands. And it’s clearly not the first time she’s done this, she’s definitely not a beginner.

The daily report…

The rest of the day I was punished with silence. She knew I was wearing this cage, but she didn’t write me. I couldn’t manage to write her myself either. I was too scared of that thing between my legs. I tried to banish every exciting thought from my head so that I would not feel any pain.

Unfortunately, I had not yet sent my daily report. I found the thought of sending her another selfie a bit humiliating. I was also a little mad at her, who does she think she is? But I could only blame myself. How can you be so stupid? Putting yourself completely into the hands of a stranger.

I had no choice but to obey. If I didn‘t send the selfie, I was sure that points would be added to my penalty account. In my situation, I had to avoid that at all costs.

A dubious reward

So, I delayed the selfie as long as possible. I took the photo when I got in bed that evening and tried to give it a good smile.

Of course, she was too intelligent not to have noticed that. “Why do you look so frustrated? Is there something wrong with you? Is there something you want to complain about?” – was her response.

It was a trap, of course. If I complain about the cage now, I’ll be punished. After all, I‘m not allowed to complain about my chastity.

I denied it and confirmed that everything was fine.

But, again, I underestimated her. Of course, she didn’t let me off that easily.

“Well, then you deserve a little reward for accepting your fate so well.”

All I saw on my phone was that she sent a picture. Of course, I knew that wasn’t good news. Of course, I could have just put the mobile phone aside, but any man would agree with me that this decision is (again) not up to the brain.

With shaky hands, I opened WhatsApp and found a picture of my mistress. She was completely naked, lying face down on her bed and photographed her backside over her shoulders. Her extraordinarily beautiful back and bottom naturally brought out the obvious in me. It was not really a reward, although, I was very happy to get these insights. This is an honor for every slave.

I don’t need to explain to the reader what effect the picture had on me. I had no choice but to get up immediately and make rounds in the room to get my mind off things as quickly as possible.

My cell phone started vibrating again.

“How do you like that picture?”

After a minute, again…

“Don’t you put that phone down. Answer now, or you’ll be punished!”

Ughhhh, that bitch. How can she be such a controlling and sadistic mistress, and why do I like it?

I wrote back immediately and thanked her in detail for the picture.

She had reached her goal again. I got a virtual “good night kiss” from her and was now lying in my bed – more awake than ever before. How could I sleep? To be honest, I was really scared, too. I don’t think it’s good to give up that much control. How is this supposed to go on?

More in the next part…

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