Last weekend Mistress K and I took a short trip away. I had to work on the Friday night so Mistress took the train without me and spent the night alone in the hotel she'd picked to get some time to catch up on some reading.
On Saturday morning I took the train to meet her. Before I set off I received a text message, and soon after a picture message. The message read "Send me a picture of my caged cock" and the picture showed a range of toys laid out on the hotel room bed. They included a flogger, leather crop, a wooden paddle, an O-ring gag, multiple lengths of rope, a metal collar, metal leg spreader with attached cuffs, padlocks, handcuffs and a roll of black bondage tape. I immediately started to get erect, which quickly stopped thanks to the cage locked around my cock. I dropped my trousers and underwear to take the picture and sent it to her. "Good boy" was the response I received. I called a taxi and headed to get the train once I'd checked I had everything in my overnight bag.
The journey was short but eventful. Throughout the journey I received a few texts and pictures. All of the texts were teasing and the pictures were of Mistress K taken in the hotel room mirror. They showed her wearing a pair of black patent leather knee high boots with very high heels, a pair of fishnet stockings held up with a black latex suspender belt, a lace bra and a black latex underbust corset sitting perfectly below her ample breasts. Another picture showed the key to my cage hanging from a necklace between her breasts. The final picture was of Mistress wearing a long black coat and the metal collar in her hand with the caption "I'm coming for you".
The train pulled into the station and I stepped of onto the platform. Mistress was nowhere to be seen. I walked through the station and I spotted her stood at the exit. I walked over to her and reached in to kiss her. She put a gloved finger on my lips to stop me. "Not only have you not earned the right to touch me, let alone kiss me, you always ask for permission first" she whispered into my ear. I suddenly felt cold metal around my neck as Mistress closed the collar in full view of the passing commuters. She dropped the screw into the slot on the collar and locked it shut. "I want everyone to know who owns you" she said before turning and walking out of the exit to the station. I grabbed my bag from the floor and rushed after her.
Within minutes we were in a taxi heading to the hotel. Mistress didn't look at me once and I could tell she was furious about my earlier attempt to kiss her without asking permission. 10 minutes later the taxi pulled into the hotel, I paid and we got out. I could see her high heels below the coat as she walked up the small set of stone stairs to the hotel and the thought of what was under the coat made my cock ache against its cage. I followed Mistress up the stairs and opened the door for her, walking behind her through the reception area to the elevator. "Fifth floor, room 569" Mistress said, the first time she'd spoken to me since the station. "Use the stairs" she ordered. I started to walk up the stairs as Mistress walked into the elevator. I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could taking two steps at a time to make sure that Mistress wasn't kept waiting.
I quickly reached the fifth floor as the elevator arrived and Mistress stepped into the corridor. She walked passed me, the click of her heels echoing through the long corridor as she walked. I followed behind her till we arrived at the door to the room. She slid the key card into the lock and opened the door. Before I had time to step into the dark room Mistress turned and pointed to the floor. I instantly dropped to my knees knowing exactly what she was instructing me to do. She took my bag from the floor and tossed it into the room. "Lose the clothes" she ordered in a quiet yet demanding tone. I looked down the corridor to see if anyone was around but there was no-one in sight. I quickly removed my jacket, shirt, shoes and trousers. "The underwear too" she said with a vindictive smile. I checked the corridor again and pulled down my underwear. Mistress removed my clothes, turned around and shut the door before I could enter the room. I stood naked aside from the collar around my neck and the cage on my cock in the hotel corridor. I panicked and knocked on the door.
"Please Mistress can I come in" I begged. From the other side of the door I heard her say "you'll stay there till I'm ready for you. Do you understand?" she asked. "Yes Mistress" I responded, petrified that another hotel guest would emerge from there room at any time to find me standing there naked. A minute went by. Then two. Then three. I heard noises from inside the room and I could feel a bead of sweat roll down my back. Four minutes now, then five. I looked up and down the corridor again. Still no-one in sight. The door swung open. Mistress pointed to the floor again and I sunk down to my knees. She instructed me into the room and I started to get to my feet. The door slammed shut. "I didn't say that you could get up" she said from behind the door. "You'll stay there until you learn to follow orders". My cock was straining in its cage. I love when she controls me, but my moment of arousal was short lived as I heard a door open down the corridor. A couple exited their room and headed straight for the elevator down the hall. They didn't see me, but I felt another bead of sweat, this time from my forehead, roll down the side of my face. The door opened again after a few minutes. I crawled on my hands and knees into the room after Mistress had given me permission to enter.
The room was dark as the curtains were closed. I heard the door shut behind me and I stopped. A red flash broke the darkness. Mistress had replaced the bulb in the room with fire-glow bulbs and the room instantly transformed into a dungeon. She'd been busy getting this organised.
"On your feet" she said from behind me. I stood and waited for my next instruction. Mistress walked in front of me and kept her back towards me. "Take off my coat and hang it up" she ordered. I held her coat at each shoulder and she stepped out of it. I hung it up in the wardrobe on a hanger and shut the door. Mistress still had her back to me and I could see her perfect arse in a thong, the lacing of the corset and her hair tied in a tight pony tail. She slowly turned to face me, focusing all of her attention on my caged cock. Seeing her dressed like this was always very teasing for me and my legs twitched with excitement. Mistress noticed this and she smiled before letting out a roar of laughter. "If you think you're going to be getting anywhere close to touching this beautiful body after your performance so far today you're sorely mistaken. Now, get in the shower and scrub the filth from your body. I don't want you anywhere near me till you're clean and ready to serve me in a condition I deem acceptable". "May I go and shower please Mistress" I questioned. "Finally, you're learning" she said with a smile. "Go" she ordered.
I quickly showered, dried myself off and waited in the bathroom till I was instructed to enter the room. The door to the bathroom opened.
"Mistress I'm so sorry for....." I started to say as Mistress raised her finger to her lips. "60 strokes" she said. "Until you learn to speak only when you're told you'll be punished with additional strokes with my cane. Follow me" and she turned her back and walked into the room. I followed slowly behind her.
"Sit on the edge of the bed" she ordered. I sat on the bed and Mistress walked over to a side table. She returned with an O-ring gag and forced it into my mouth. I initially resisted, but her firm hands quickly prised my mouth open and fitted the gag. She stood back a few steps, looked at me with disgust and returned to the side table. "Get onto the bed on all fours" she snapped. I stood and got onto the bed. "Spread your legs" she commanded. Mistress walked around the bed and locked the cuffs attached to a leg spreader to my ankles. She then locked a pair of handcuffs to my wrists, a piece of rope between the cuffs and the leg spreader and pulled the rope tight. My wrists were pulled down between my legs forcing my bare arse in the air.
I jerked forward on the bed when Mistress gripped my balls in her hands and squeezed them tightly. I cried out, but Mistress pulled me back before I could move any more. She tied some thin rope around the base of my balls and attached the other end to a ring in the middle of the spreader bar. "Move again and the rope around your balls will tighten" she said before laughing.
My head was turned away from Mistress, but the sound of heels clicking on the floor made me realise that she'd walked over to the side table again. The next sound made me squirm. I heard the swish of a cane cutting through the air, then a flogger slapping against her hand before the loud thud of a paddle against her thigh. Each sound made me flinch and every time that happened the rope around my balls pulled them back. Mistress walked back to the bed and placed the metal cane, flogger and paddle so that I could see them on the bed. She wanted me to know when each was in her hand, which was mental torture for me. Knowing what to expect doesn't make it any easier to take.
Mistress picked up the cane from the bed. "Due to your inability to follow instructions you'll be disciplined with 60 strokes with my cane," she announced. I nodded my head to acknowledge her.
The first 10 strokes landed perfectly on my butt cheeks, 5 on each. My teeth bit into the O-ring with each impact and my cock ached in the cage. The next 10 were also aimed at my arse, again 5 on each cheek. They were harder and much harsher than the first 10. I started to drool onto the bed sheets and the rope tugged around my balls. "Are we learning yet?" Mistress questioned. I nodded my head vigorously. "I don't think you've learnt yet" Mistress shouted. She then administered 15 hard stokes to each cheek and my head started to spin. I could feel myself sinking quickly into sub-space and the high was intoxicating. My ass smarted and I did all I could to not flop onto the bed.
“Let's bring you back before you space out on me” Mistress said. She sat on the bed, gripped my foot in her hand and firmly struck the sole of my foot with the cane. The pain was excruciating. She then moved to my other foot and did the same thing. It had the desired effect. Mistress knows I hate foot pain and she rarely uses it, which is why it completely took me by surprise. Before I had a chance to recover Mistress dug the tip of the cane into the foot she'd just caned. I screamed out in pain, jolted forward on the bed and the rope around my balls tightened. The searing pain made my head buzz and eyes roll. I could see fluid dripping out of the cage as Mistress got off the bed and walked away.
“Oh look, my little slut is leaking out of his cage” Mistress mocked. She reached between my legs, collected the pre-cum on the tip of her finger and walked around the bed to face me. “I didn't give you permission to get wet you filthy slut and you're going to clean up this mess” she whispered in my ear before forcing the cum covered finger into my stretched mouth. “Lick it clean” she ordered. I lapped my tongue round her finger till it was completely clean. “Good boy” she said proudly. “But, if you can't control yourself I'm going to have to plug your filthy holes until you can”. Her tone changed quickly and the sound of a drawer opening filled the room. She'd packed a toy that she didn't tell me about and I was about to find out what it was.
Mistress placed a weighty object on the bed and pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. She penetrated my exposed ass with lubed up fingers and worked my hole open. Once she was happy that I could take the mystery toy she pulled out, lubed it up and slid the cold, metal toy slowly into me. It filled my ass and I felt it getting larger inside me. It was only at this point that I realised Mistress had bought a steel locking anal plug, something we'd discussed buying recently, and she was turning the handle to spread the petals. After a few screws and many yelps from me Mistress attached the padlock at the top of the plug and snapped it shut. She then added the key to the chain around her neck next to the key to my cock cage. A quick pull on the plug reassured Mistress that it wasn't going to come out and she stood back and admired her work.
The bruises on my ass were throbbing, my feet were very sore, I could taste cum in my mouth and the heavy steel anal plug in my ass made me feel more submissive and owned than I'd ever felt before. My cock leaked more.
Mistress removed the rope around my balls and the relief was instant. As I was catching my breath Mistress took her coat from the wardrobe and put it on. “Now that you've taken your punishment like a good slave I'm going to give you some time to think about the reasons I had to punish you. I'm going to get something to eat. Don't go anywhere” Mistress said with a laugh. “Oh, before I forget, I'm going to ask at reception before I go out if they can send someone from house keeping to replace the towels and the bed sheets. You've made a horrible mess and I don't mind exposing you to others looking like this. Not that I care, but I don't think you will either.” The door opened and closed behind her before I could reply.
I hope you enjoyed the first part of the story and you can now read part two.
Thank you so much to everyone who's sent messages and feedback after reading my first story. I'm glad you all enjoyed it and I'll do my best to write more soon.
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Gary:
Fantastically written love them
May 07, 2021
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