It isn’t very often that I have the house to myself. Generally when I do it’s a couple days while my wife is visiting relatives or house sitting.
In those couple days it’s pretty much always the same, a few movies I know she wouldn’t want to see, or maybe a horror series, or an anime, and of course a some porn.
This was going to be a long weekend. Four whole days, while I had a few things to do, it would be mostly r&r time.
At least, that’s what I had thought.
Walking through the front door I unceremoniously drop my stuff on the floor and hit the power button on my PC as I walk by.
When I come back with a glass of water I take a seat to log in. This is my ritual. Come home from work, log in, check email, updates, and messages. Except my password isn’t working. Caps is off, number lock on… I type it in carefully and that’s what makes me focus and notice the note sticking out from under my keyboard.
“I know you’ve been looking forward to this Weekend, and so have I. I’ve been following along with some of your more recent blog activity and chats and want to have a little fun.
So, you may have noticed that the password on your computer has been reset. It’s actually the same password, I just added a number to the end of it.
If you want the number to unlock your computer, you’ll do exactly as I say.
While wearing your boxers, mark your waistline and thighs where the clothing ends. I want you shaved smooth everywhere your boxers would cover.
After you’ve finished that clean yourself up and out and take a cool shower.
Once you’ve finished, kik me a live picture and receive further instructions.
Don’t send me any messages or ask any stupid questions, just obey.”
Well… No gaming, Netflix, YouTube, TV of any sort, chatting, reading… Everything was run through my PC, and it was on lockdown.
It wasn’t even something to consider. I took myself into the bathroom with a small marker, made a few lines and went to work.
I shaved on the regular to keep it neat, but this was a lot more that usual and it felt… off. It felt like I was a lot more exposed that normal.
I took my time, carefully making sure that i was shaved and cleaned in a way that she would approve of. No reason to go through the effort only to have Her not give me the code.
When I sent the picture over kik I saw that it was read immediately. Of course, she knew roughly when I would have gotten home and about how long that process would have taken. A message that must have been a copy and paste appeared instantly.
“Beneath the bed there are two paper sacks. The one marked “always” contains items you will be wearing until I return. The bag marked “private” you will wear anytime you’re in the house and have privacy. There is one exception, the chastity cage. Put everything on and kik me a live picture, at which point I will fill you in on the details regarding the cage.“
I frowned a bit at this. She knows I’m not comfortable wearing the chastity cage in public. The cb6000 just seemed to bulky under my pants. Still, she said it came with an exception, so maybe I wouldn’t be in it long.
I head into the bedroom and pull two bags out from under the bed, fairly sure I know what’s coming. I’m half right…
In the private bag I expected my black leather cuffs and collar. Instead I found leather cuffs and a collar in bright pink. When had she ordered these?
Eyeing the “always” bag, now I’m nervous. Opening it is another shock. My cb6000 isn’t there. Instead, it’s a smaller silicone cage, also pink, a larger prostate plug than I’m used to and a bit of cloth. I feel my face burning as I realize the bit of cloth is a pair of pink g-string panties. They’re not hers, which means she bought them, all of this, special with this in mind, and without me noticing. What else has she been up to?
This is my first crossroads. On one hand, I’m mortified. She’s been in my blog, in my files, chats, and she’s dug deep into some of my, well, to me, edgier kinks and I have no idea which of them she’s planning on trying to bring to life.
The thought of putting this stuff on and sending that picture has me literally shaking in humiliation. I should just call this off now. I know I can, and she would accept it gracefully.
But… I wouldn’t get to see what happens next.
It’s only recently that I’ve discovered that what keeps me in a scene is a need to see what the other person is going to do next. I’d recently discussed that very thing with her, and that’s undoubtedly why she’s feeding me little nuggets of information at a time rather than just a list of what to do.
The bags lay there on the bed, my cheeks are burning, I’m shaking. I have to know.
In moments I’m staring at kik, finger hovering over the send button, and it’s like watching someone else press it.
Again, it’s read instantly and another copy/paste message appears.
“Just as cute as I thought it would be. Good boy. That’s earned you one of the 4 numbers in the code. To earn the other three this is what you’ll be doing. The kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom.
In the kitchen there are dishes to be done and put away, wipe down the floor, counter tops, stove, and clean out the fridge.
In the bathroom clean the shower, counter top, floor, and toilet.
In the bedroom put all the laundry away, folded, and make the bed.
After you finish each, send me a picture of the room and you’ll get another number from the code.
Once you have all the numbers, I’ll tell you the proper order as well as tell you how you may get out of that cute little pink cage of yours.”
Now, this may sound like a lot of work for an evening, but thankfully we live in a small place and keep it clean. Really, and I think she knew this, this would just make me cram all the cleaning into the first evening of my weekend rather than putting it off until the last couple hours, which I usually did.
So I set about my chores, trying to forget what I was wearing and finding it incredibly difficult to do so… The cuffs and collar were a good quality, but still heavy on my limbs and a good reminder as I moved. Nothing compared to the plug and cage though. The plug in particular made cleaning the floor very challenging. Because it was constantly applying pressure to my prostate, I was dripping out the cage. So while I was trying to clean the floor, I was also making a mess. I finally had to crawl backwards, cleaning up as I did so.
The three rooms took about an hour and half, and while embarrassed, I was happy to have it all out of the way and looked forward to now getting out of the cage and on with my weekend. After all, I didn’t think she expected me to stay in this outfit for all three days, surely.
“The rooms look great cutie. Now, lets discuss your little cage. As I’m sure you noticed, the padlock I left you is a combination lock, so you need the four numbers I programmed in to unlock it.
Now don’t get upset sweetie, this is where the fun for your weekend really starts. I took the liberty of taking your phone and doing a little snooping. I’ve logged into that little subbie account of yours and had a chat with some of your contacts there.
You’ve created a delightful little fantasy world there for yourself. Telling everyone that your owner, that’s me, forced you to obey people, makes you stay online for set periods of time, and will punish you if you aren’t respectful. I especially liked that mental image of me holding you out like bait to get new ideas of how to use you.
Don’t worry, I didn’t spoil your fantasy with anyone. Quite the contrary, I think we should make your fantasy more of a reality.
So here’s the deal. If you want out of chastity you need the combination. I gave one number to each of four of your kik contacts. So in order to get the combination, you’ll have to get it from them.
There are some rules though, and if you break them you’ll be informed upon.
The first rule is this. You’re not allowed to mention the combination, only that you’re in chastity. You can’t ask them if they’re one of the number holders. You simply have to serve and hope that you’ve chosen to serve one of the correct people.
Second rule, you’re not allowed to serve more than one person at a time. No trying to comb through the whole list at once.
Third rule, you cannot serve any one person for more than two consecutive hours if someone else is waiting to use you.
Fourth rule, you will be respectful to everyone that sends you a message.
See sweetie? Your fantasies are coming true. Aren’t you happy?
Now, I know you’re thinking that while you’re doing this you don’t actually have to stay in that outfit, that you can take it off and on as you wish.
Just one problem. I’ve told a few of your contacts about what I’m doing and they have a right to demand picture evidence of your outfit whenever they want. If they catch you not wearing it, they’ll inform me and punishment will be handed out as well as you losing any chance of getting out of that cage this weekend.
In short, sweetie, you’re fucked. There isn’t any getting out of this. You’ll wear those cute little pink panties for me and for the rest of your superiors until given permission to remove them.
Now, log into your little subbie kik, and let the weekend games begin.”
I stared at the message, reading it over again and again, mind racing. She was right, there wasn’t any way out of this. Sure, I could safe word, I could call her up, bring everything to a screeching halt…
But she was right. All she was doing was bringing my own fantasies to the front and making them real.
Not only that, but there was still that drive, that need to know what would happen next. Who did she chat with? What exactly did she tell them? What would they demand in exchange for their number?
At the same time, the thought of sending pictures on demand while dressed like this flushed me with embarrassment, and the thought of being so completely under the control of others brought a rush of excitement.
Who was I kidding? She knew as well as I that I would keep going, that I had to keep going. I had to see where this would go.
I logged into my kik account, noticing that she had added herself as a contact of course and seeing several offline messages.
Hers was simple. “Start with the oldest message sent and work your way through, two hours at a time. Don’t worry about keeping me posted, they’ll be handling that. Enjoy, little slut.”
Hands shaking, face blushing, and cage tight, I opened the chat….
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