She could have done anything in that room they built. The last time he saw it, it was a very empty, very quiet space. He loved her and trusted her so much, he never even asked a question. Thirty days ago, She made this her passion project and asked him to please not look at the bank account during the next month because she wanted everything to be a surprise. He followed her orders as he always did with the one exception being when the bank called to verify a $4,000 charge by a company who touted themselves online as “the worlds foremost company in building inescapable prison cells.” That day, he gave the bank the thumbs up before going into the bathroom to make himself cum at the thought of what exactly she was working on down there. Now his mind flashed to the fact that he would have to tell her that he came that day at some point, and probably be punished severely- he never came without her permission, and if he did, he was supposed to immediately tell her about it and exactly what he thought about while he did. At least now that wouldn’t be an issue, he was reminded of it as he felt his cock attempt to swell again before being met with a lot of resistance. The clock seemed to stand still. Two meetings and a lunch now down, he headed into a 1pm board meeting with so much on his mind. He knew it was scheduled until 3pm and that’s when She said to expect a message. He cleared his mind and walked into a meeting, but as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he felt the cold steel and his mind drifted once again.
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Her New Room, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
Earlier that morning, she had spent time perfectly crafting the instructions. While they sat and sipped their coffee, she was perfectly distracted. He noticed a few times, she glanced at him while biting hard on her lip. They were completely alone at the house, and even though he knew it would make him late for work, he knew exactly what it meant when she bit her lip that way. As she stood up to pour another cup of coffee, he came up behind her and in one motion, slid both his hands inside her cozy pajama pants, past her ass, over her hips and his fingertips arrived at her swollen clit. For a second, she was caught off guard and caught up in the moment, ready to start her day by cumming with her lover. She then got a “better” idea. She turned around, kissed him and immediately went down to her knees. She pulled out his throbbing cock and took it in her mouth. She took it in all the way, even making herself gag on his dripping cock. She took it out, spit on it and started sucking again. As much as it was for effect, the taste of his wet cock in her mouth turned her on like nothing else. She sucked until she felt his leg buckle. She then pulled it out and said “you better not cum without fucking asking me slut.” He instantly responded, “May I cum Goddess. May I cum for you??” She took his cock out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around his balls and squeezed. “No,” she simply said. She continued to squeeze his balls. Pulling him through the kitchen, she led him past the dishwashers to the refrigerator. With her other hand, she grabbed a cup and filled it with ice. She shoved his cock and balls in it and pushed it against him, “hold this.” He held onto the cup against him, feeling his cock shrink and his balls pull back with each second they were in the cup of ice. As she ran up the stairs to her bedroom, so many thoughts filled her head. She grabbed the Amazon box from her closet. The plan was to lock his cock up on Sunday night, after a weekend of play, but somehow, locking him up after the bold display in the kitchen seemed like a better plan. She opened up the package, took out the steel prison and popped off the lock it came with. She reached in her nightstand and took out another lock. She turned the key to open it and then slid the key onto a chain around her neck and put it back on. She walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Without saying a word, she slapped the cup of ice out of his hands and onto the floor – she loved the show. She firmly grabbed his ice cold balls and put the steel ring in place – they had talked about chastity, even played with some devices and cock rings, but never the real thing. The unforgiving steel ring behind his balls felt very real, and as she slid the corresponding piece over his shaft, it felt even more real; then the click. The sound made his heart skip a beat. I’m his head, he quickly went over his day, what if he had to pass through a metal detector- then he remembered he might have to today. “Wait Goddess, I have an appointment where I might not be able to wear this today. I will need to go through a metal detector.” She looked at him right in the eyes and smiled “please turn on your audio recorder, record that and send it to me when you’re done. I can’t wait to hear how you explain it.” And with that she turned and walked away. Before leaving the kitchen she turned and said, “have a great day lover, and I have a big weekend planned, look out for an email around 3pm and make sure you follow the directions perfectly – it is very important to me.” She walked away before yelling down the hallway, “and clean up the mess from that ice before you leave too.”
Her New Room, Part 1 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
It was an exciting day for Her. She was finally ready to show Her lover the space She had spent the past month completing. When they moved into the new house together, finishing the basement exactly how they wanted was a top priority for the two of them. Their plans called for a large entertaining space as well as a sound-proof area that would be home to a Zoom-friendly office/studio, and just off that a fairly large “storage area” with the same sound-proof specs. When the contractor questioned Her about the fact that making the “storage area” sound-proof was really not necessary, She explained there were some family heirlooms she would be storing there, and it was as much related to climate control as to being sound-proof. There were no questions as to why She would need the office/studio as She was now widely recognized as a leading voice in the digital marketing field, regularly appearing on podcasts and even television shows – the new area was a no brainer. I’m the plans, it called for a corner bookshelf with one piece doubling as a hidden door to the storage area. So well-hidden, no one would know it was even there.
The Business Trip, Part 3 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (f40/m43)
On the walk back to his room, he didn’t see anyone in the hallway. He opened his door, went inside and exhaled. So many emotions were running through him right now. He was filled with shame over all of the events that just took place and the situation he had put himself in, fear over what could happen if that video ever found it’s way to his personal social media and lastly he was somewhat aroused by the thought of having given up all control of his life. As he slid under the tightly pulled covers of the hotel bed, his head was absolutely spinning.
Her on the other hand was in a completely different headspace. She laid in bed with her phone buzzed from the alcohol and endorphins replaying that look of complete fear that washed over his face on more than one occasion. She had even captured it on video, but there was no substitute for seeing it in person. In her scrolling of Instagram, she even uncovered his fake account which she’d so much light on his desires, and after a few minutes looking through his likes, she was reassured that she couldn’t have picked a better victim.
The Prison Vacation, Part 5 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
She was dressed to perform a procedure, no longer in her black dress, but now a medical-looking white outfit. Also dawning a surgical mask and gloves. As she approached, it was the first time he looked at the tools on the table. From left to right, there was a speculum, a tube of lube, some needles, a steel chastity device and an elastrator, complete with an open jar of green bands marked “Swavet Castration Rings.” This was the first time he was truly filled with fear. The scanning of that table probably took five seconds, but he felt like he’d been staring for hours. Putting all of the pieces together, the realization was now clear, this not a two week play getaway, this was something else. “Slave, I know that look all too well, you have come to the realization that the next week is simply the introduction to the rest of your life. When we get home, we will rename you and brand you with your given slave name; your training will intensify and we will determine your best purpose as part of my stable. She felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her white jacket seemingly nonstop – she got an alert each time a new paid subscriber joined the live feed. She quickly realized as his situation became more precarious, the more people wanted to watch. She reached in her front pocket and took out a stainless steel dental gag, putting it in place and using the mechanism to ratchet it open. She knew she had it in a place where it would be effective and then clicked the ratcheting device two more times. The pain it was causing was noticeable from anyone watching, but there was noting he could do about it. “Let’s begin, shall we,” she only made eye contact with him as she reached for the tray and picked up the speculum.
The Prison Vacation, Part 4 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
“The last thing I should mention is that you’re also my newest star,” she held up her phone to show him. “Your entire life is now live-streamed on my website, and traffic is up nearly 300% – people seem to really enjoy following your situation.” Just then, the phone rang. “Ahh, talk about perfect timing,” she held up the phone to show him again and he saw the name ‘Kitten’ and remembered the stunning Woman from his intake and the van at the airport. “I’m here,” she said as soon as the FaceTime sound ended. “He’s very organized, and it’s a pretty nice home. It probably makes sense to keep as a vacation property right outside New York City.” When she turned the phone towards him, he could clearly tell that Kitten was at his Jersey City brownstone- rummaging through everything. “I think I have everything we need now, cashiers check was used to pay the balance on the mortgage, the escrow account is set to handle utilities for up to 24 months, and surprisingly, not one person has called or texted his phone – it’s like he disappeared and no one even cares.”
The Prison Vacation, Part 3 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
He hadn’t known how long it had been since he’d been isolated as he had simply accepted the daily routine as his new life. He had started out thinking that his feeding routine was three times per day, but then thought maybe it was only twice, but eventually his mind stopped trying to figure it out. He had learned that when he heard the tapping on the metal slot, followed by her voice, he had about 30 seconds to get there before she tossed the metal tray onto the floor. When he made it on time, she would hand the tray through the slot and reach through to unzip the mouth on the thick leather over his head. She knew that today marked the fifth day of this routine of twice per day visits to his cell, and knew at this point, he would be thoroughly broken – nothing breaks a new prisoner faster than complete isolation. After handing him the tray of two pieces of, the prison staple, nutraloaf and a glass of water, he lowered his face to the slot and she unzipped the hood – he had executed the routine perfectly.
The Prison Vacation, Part 2 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
He looked them over again. Each of them was an individual message from the same number Ms Kitten had used when they spoke previously. He deboarded the plane and made his way through customs, it was very quick to get through. With just a carry on bag, there was nothing to wait for at the gate, so he quickly found parking lot D6 and took the elevator to the third floor. The lot was empty, but he saw a plain white van all alone. As he approached, he noticed the license plate was a match, and the back door was unlocked. He couldn’t believe it, but without thinking, he climbed inside and started to strip. He opened the bin and filled it with his clothes, and wallet, and bag, and passport – his whole life was now inside this storage container. He stood up and walked to the front of the van, he knocked on the window. As he did, the rear door opened – a man and a woman came inside. The man picked up the container, and the woman approached him. “Stand slave. I’m Ms Kitten. Give me your wrists,” she cuffed his hands in front of him. She them bent down and cuffed his ankles – attaching everything together with a large, heavy chain. “Put. That. Away!” She kneed him three times in the balls, each progressively harder. “You will learn to control this thing, or you’ll fucking lose it.” She slapped his hard cock downward and knocked him to his knees. She followed him to the ground, and in one motion stabbed him in the neck with a syringe. He hit the cold metal floor like a ton of bricks.
The very next he remembered was being on the floor in a large room, it was very dark, and as his eyes adjusted a bit more, he realized it was dark outside too. He tried to stand to walk over to the closest window, but realized the heavy chains that were restraining him, were also attached to the concrete floor. He could hear some faint sounds from nearby. It sounded like a dinner party. He heard some chatter and it sounded like it was getting closely. When the door opened, and the light came in, he instantly recognized his surroundings from the videos he’d seen, and he recognized the preheated Women in the room as well. There was no conversation, it was all very businesslike. Ms. Kitten walked over and unlocked the chain from the floor, “over there,” she said as she pushed him towards the wall with the markings for height. “Face me,” she said as she snapped a picture with her phone. “Turn to your right and stay there,” she said firmly. He heard her phone click and then footsteps behind him – everything went completely black. “Forty-five,” the Woman clearly in charge said in a matter-of-fact way. “Let’s not send him there with an empty bucket ladies,” she said very close to his hooded head – she intended for him to hear it.
The Prison Vacation, Part 1 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
He couldn’t believe it was finally here. He truly felt that months of planning had paid off as the wheels of his plane made that familiar sound as they touched down. He had never been to Berlin before, and he looked out the window at the sun shining down, for some reason, he always saw Berlin as cloudy and overcast, but the brightness outside was the exact opposite. He instinctively reached in his pocket and took his phone out of airplane mode and messages filled the screen one after another. As the alerts stacked on top each other, his eyes tried hard to read them all, but he had no success, finally the last ding “Welcome to Hell.”
The Business Trip, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (f40/m43)
He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.
She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.
“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.”