This is a longer story that I have been writing a while ago. It is written from the first person perspective to make it appear more vivid.
Preparation
After having so many hot sessions via messenger she finally invites me to come to her place. I feel so thrilled and excited, but there are a few things that I have to prepare. Via our chats we have established that I am rather naughty, and naughty toys can’t have orgasms whenever they feel like it. One of the conditions for a visit became that I would wear a chastity device and surrender the keys to her. At this point I am really eager to see her and willing to pay this price. Unfortunately I do not have a chastity device that properly fits me at this point. Over time I have tried various devices but they either did not fit me properly, hurt while wearing or were of poor quality and broke down. By now I know what device I would get and I was really lucky that she also like the CS-100 belt. The manufacturer is in Germany so I can just go there and get myself measured and fitted with a tailor made device.
The chastity device
As I want to visit her as soon as possible I need to make the appointment to get the device. It always needs courage to call a place like that and make an appointment. I try to remember that they get these calls regularly and are used to people who do not order a chastity device every other day. One of company owner picks up and I make an appointment to get myself measured. It is a professional chat, and I feel treated in a very good way and trust them to do a good job. They give me an appointment on the upcoming Saturday. Right after the phone call I book a train ticket to go there and back.
Finally the weekend has arrived and I get ready to take the train. It was my mistress’s request to wear the leather pants to go there such that I feel horny during the whole train ride. I put on the leather pants, some snacks for the way into my backpack and go to the bus stop. There I have to wait and nobody seems to notice my leather pants. At the main station I change into an IC train going south-east. In the various concourses a woman in a leather skirt passes me. I instantly notice the skirt as leather clothing items always catch my attention. Also I am happy to be in my leather pants because she might not take me looking not as a creepy stare but rather as a compliment from a fellow leather fetishist. She seems to notice my pants and gives me a brief smile while walking past me. This just makes me want to visit my mistress even more, get leather clothing for her and see her in it. Oh, I just cannot wait for it!
My IC train arrives only a few minutes late, the railway company would have called it on time. My second class ticket does not get me into compartments, so I just sit there in the bulk of the train car. People also seem ignorant to my pants. Perhaps if I had worn also the leather shirt and jacket they might have given me some looks. Either way it is a pleasant train ride and I need to do a couple of transfers until I reach the destination. From there I just walk up to the manufacturer couple’s house and ring the bell. They open the gate with a buzzer and greet me at the door. She takes me up into the shop room and offers me a beverage.
We start discussion the various devices and options that they have. I already have a pretty clear idea on what I want to get, so I just tell her and she produces a sample from one of the showcases. Then I realize that I would need to strip in order to put it on. She offers me to go to the bathroom and undress and come back. Their tiles are really cold, so I keep the socks on. From there she helps me putting on the belt and checks whether it is a good fit. It feels very weird to be naked in front of this woman that I do not know. Also she is significantly older than I am. Somehow this is a professional shopping setting, but yet I am naked. I try my best to be professional again and remember that she sees naked customers all the time.
The first attempt fails because the hip band is set way too large, so she adjusts it a bit. Then it fits rather well but the cock tube is too long. Fortunately I am not aroused at all, so we can easily fit the devices with the flaccid state. This might drastically change once I am with my mistress or even alone in my home. She picks a slightly smaller cock tube from the shelf until I can feel my flaccid cock touch the front end of the tube. The ball stirrup seems to be fine, so we just take that standard size. She notes the measurements and asks me to keep it on for a little longer, just to make sure that it actually is comfortable. During this time she produces some paperwork, it seems to be an order form. I fill it out and then already pay. I have completely forgotten about the device on me, it just pops up from time to time.
We talk a bit longer and after like twenty minutes she is satisfied because I have not complained about the belt. It seems that she has picked out the right size for me. “If you want, you can just leave it on,”, she informs me, “it’s yours!” I thank her for the service, go to the bathroom and put on my leather pants. She is happy to see that it fits nicely under the pants. In the front there is a little larger bulge than usual. I am a bit nervous and ask her to check whether one can see that I am wearing a chastity device. She has me turn around and diligently looks for any signs of the belt but cannot find any. I am relieved to hear that, she adds that I “have a nice ass in those pants, though.” Perhaps people will look at my ass and just think about the leather and not further think about any chastity devices hidden under it. She gives me a few practical tips before I leave:
Don’t rush breaking in the device, it will take a while. We recommend > starting off with just a few hours for a few days. If that works fine, go and > do all waking hours with the belt. After that also works, try sleeping in it > a night and wearing it for few hours during the day. And once that works you > can try wearing it continuously for longer and longer periods. Within a > couple of weeks you would work up for wearing it full time if you want to.
It will be a while until my flight anyway, we cannot take vacation right away and we needed to plan it a little in advance. This way the flight tickets are a bit cheaper as well, which is a nice bonus. But also it means that I can get used to wearing the device.
Before I leave the shop I open up my pants again to snap a picture of the device. I had forgotten to take one while I was trying it on and getting measured, but now the purchase is done and I can send a picture to my mistress. Then I leave the shop and walk towards the train station. I check on the phone whether the message has already been delivered and read, but so far it only has been delivered. I wonder when she will see the picture that I have sent.
The train ride home is not particularly interesting, no special encounters, no delays. But wearing the chastity device makes me feel really special and I think that everyone could see right through my leather pants and see what a naughty slut I actually am. I keep telling myself that people do not even notice the leather pants to start with, so they certainly will not notice a chastity belt under it. And the seller told me that one cannot see anything. Yet it is very exciting and I keep checking my phone for the reading confirmation but it has not showed up.
In the bus back home my phone vibrates and luckily it is a message from her! She really likes the belt, I am happy to hear that. Also she finds that it really suits a perpetually horny slut like myself to wear such a device for her. I instantly get more aroused and my cock tries to force open the belt but it cannot. The bus ride is short, so I will be home in a few moments. We have agreed that in the beginning I shall only start wearing the device and not do any orgasm withholding. So when I will be home, I will directly get some relief because I am so very horny.
The last steps to my front door go by agonizing slowly. I open the front door and set down my backpack in the hallway. Going straight to the bedroom I open the leather pants and take them off. I have to go back to the backpack to get the key, but then I quickly take off the device. Being able to feel sensations on my dick again is really nice. Touch becomes just way more intense even after a brief period of chastity. Without much further ado I start masturbating right there, I have not even taken off my T-shirt before laying down on the bed. It does not take long for me to have an intense orgasm and I have spurt all over my belly. The climax is so intense that I just lie there for a few minutes before I can regain enough willpower to start cleaning up. Then I grab my phone from the night stand and text her about the orgasm and how amazing it felt.
I continue wearing the chastity device as part of my daily routine just as the manufacturer has told me. Sometimes my skin feels a bit irritated and I just give it a break. After a few weeks I can really see how my body has adjusted to the device and wearing it for several days at a time is not a problem any more. Since I have not missed out on any orgasms I also do not dread wearing it, it is just a very different kind of underwear at this point. All this will of course change once I surrender the keys to her, I suppose.
First day
Packing all my leather cuffs and collar, anal toys and most importantly my leather outfits is the easy part. As our contact was initially sparked by her liking my ass in leather pants, I’ll be wearing them at her place a lot. Actually she does not see a point in my taking any other clothes than my leather outfits. So packing clothes is easy, I just take underwear for my stay and then only leather pants, shirt and jacket. As I need to wear something for the flight, I will do the flight all leather clad and just have underwear and sex toys in my suitcase.
Arrival at the capital
The plane lands in the capital city of her home country. I am very excited to finally be here, just minutes before seeing my Nordic mistress that I have been texting with for so long. Waiting for my suitcase takes an agonizing time, and I stand there all clad in leather. By now I realized that most people do not really notice and I’m happy about the people who notice because they seem to generally like it. She has complimented the tight leather pants over my firm ass on many occasions and tasked me to take pictures while I wore them outside. Passing time with the leather pants on is rather simple, I just run my hands over my thighs and enjoy the feel of the leather on my hands. Also I have been texting with her from the moment where I was allowed to turn the phone back on. So I take the picture at the luggage conveyor that she demanded to receive just now. In that moment it hit me that I would not only wear the leather outfit while I was on the plane, I would wear it for the full week that she invited me over.
There is my suitcase! I walk over and grab it, being so happy that I can finally leave for the public area of the airport. Due to the security we agreed that the chastity belt goes into the luggage. Also there is no real point in wearing it while I still have the key myself. I pass through the “nothing to declare” door thinking about the faces that the border guards would make if they were to look into my suitcase full of sex toys. They likely have seen this stuff already, but it might still make a story within their team.
In the arrivals part of the airport it does not take long for me to spot her. She of course has spotted me earlier because I am quite striking with my all black leather outfit. She wears her favorite white blouse, a very feminine skirt and comfortable but smart looking flats. Her sight is so innocent and pretty that one would not guess how wicked her sexy mind really is. But I know better than to underestimate her dominant plans for my stay, and this just adds to the mindfuck of being dominated by a cute girl who also happens to be considerably younger than me. Being so eager to finally hug and kiss her I walk towards her as fast as I can. We immediately hug and start making out right on the spot. It does not take long until we completely forget everything around us. We are so immersed in the wet French kisses while running our hands over the body of the person in front of us that we have waited for so long to finally meet in person. We did not bother to look at the clock, but we likely have made out for a good quarter of an hour before we remember that the airport isn’t our destination.
She takes my hand and leads me to the metro station at the airport. There I still have a chance of understanding everything due to all the English signs. Within the city I will be at her sweet mercy of not knowing the language. I am sure that she will use that to her advantage at some point. The metro quickly arrives, so we do not have much time to continue making out on the platform. She manages to get adjacent seats for us so that we can kiss each other during the brief ride to the city center. Just as within the airport she can’t keep her hands off my leather pants, especially my ass. She loves to observe how horny this makes me and tries to get me to moan. Of course it does not take long until her beauty takes my mind and her touches my body and I am all hers, a moaning plaything. At this point I do not care that I am in public any more, I am in a different country with the girl that I longed to see and finally experience the things that she told me that she would do to me.
We exit the metro at the main station and walk into the city center. There are so many people there and I presume that a few of them notice my leather outfit. But I really don’t notice much as I am so focused on her presence. She is much better at controlling herself and she does notice the looks that men and women are giving me. It turns her on so much to see that other attractive women are looking at me while their facial expression gives away their jealousy to be with a leather clad guy. Though they likely don’t know that she is my mistress and it’s not the other way around. If I would be aware of that it would be just part of the mindfuck to look potentially dominant in all the leather but really be deeply submissive to the innocent looking pretty girl next to me.
Leather shopping
She knows where we are heading and after a short walk we are in a leather clothing store. As I am such a leather fetishist we want to get her a really dominant looking leather outfit. We have texted about this and settled on knee high leather boots, stockings, leather mini shirt, leather underbust corset, leather top, leather bolero, leather opera gloves and a leather uniform hat. This is our plan and we hope to get it all in that leather clothing store.
While texting she made it clear that she would not hold back that I am her submissive and that we were not just leather shopping for the looks but really for an outfit that would completely destroy any defenses I might still have at this point. The clerks in the store greet us in her language and I could just understand the greeting. The conversation that follows from then on is not meant for me, and I imagine that she literally just told the clerk that she wants an outfit to drive me crazy. I hesitantly look over to the clerk who smiles. Is she just smiling due to professionalism or is it a knowing smile figuring out my fetishes? Either way it is humiliating and I do not dare to ask her what she told the clerk. But where is the fun in that? So I do ask. “Oh, I just told her that we needed to get me a leather outfit that you would like, nothing more,” she tells me. The wicked smile leaves me hanging there, I doubt that this was all she told the clerk, but perhaps also she is just being realistic and really did not tell her about my submissiveness right away.
Before we start she tells me to go into the changing room myself and put on the chastity device. It will only become harder once she wears the leather, so I better get it done right now. Once it is on I am supposed to tell her to come in and verify that it is put on correctly. Taking my backpack with me I get the chastity belt. In the changing room I just take off the leather pants and leather shirt such that I have an easier time putting it on. Using a bit of oil I lube up my penis and balls. Unfortunately I get aroused and I need to wait a bit until it is soft enough to go into the chastity tube. After perhaps five minutes I am locked up and it feels comfortable enough to leave it on. In Germany I have practised wearing it but we have not done any orgasm withholding at the point, we just wanted to get the device working nicely and without any irritation issues. I pop my head through the curtain and say “I’m ready!” She comes in and closes the curtain again. Looking at my chastity device she can’t help herself but running her hands over the metal and the exposed parts of my balls. The penis is completely stuck inside the stainless steel tube, and there is no way that I could pull it out from there. Her touches make me moan and I would really love her to give me a nice hand job right on the spot. Perhaps even a blow job, I learned to enjoy them pretty recently. But of course this is not our plan, her plan, and instead she takes off her necklace. She demands to be given the key and puts it onto the necklace. The key now rests deep in her cleavage and it looks fucking sexy in there. At the same time it is agonizingly close and yet completely out of my reach. She informs me that “this is the moment where your chastity training has formally started. You will go back to this moment, think whether you really should have surrendered the key to me. But at the same time you will love it. Now put your leather back on, we want to pick out an outfit for me!”
The first item on her agenda is the leather mini skirt. Fortunately in the store they have a wide array of skirts. Her and I browse through the racks and we quickly identity a couple ones that we both really like and want her to try on. The clerk tells us that she can get them in other sizes as needed and we head off to the changing room. There she lets me open her skirt and take it off. I naturally go to my knees as I help her to step out of the skirt. When I look back up I notice that she is not wearing any panties! She watches me from above and puts on her innocent but wicked smile when our eyes meet again. She has her hands on my shoulders and I look back at her beautiful and shaved pussy. There already is glistening pussy juice, some of it even got to her thigh. She does not stop me from licking it off her inner thigh. I am so addicted to pussy licking that I cannot help myself and just get in there and start licking her. Apparently she does not mind either and lets me yield. She quickly moans as she feels my skilled tongue on her virgin clit. Her hands clench around my shoulders, I hold her ass with my hands to give her some support. I stimulate her clit with my tongue, occasionally taking a long lick through her pussy lips to get more of her sweet juices into my mouth. Gravity really helps and pulls more and more of the divine liquid into my mouth. It does not take very long and she can’t withhold her moans. We both have completely forgotten that we are in a store and just go for it. She has a hard orgasm right on my face and heavily moans during the climax. I can sense that she squirts into my mouth, and I eagerly swallow it all because I am so deeply in my oral slut mode right now.
A minute later she has regained her strength and sternly tells me not to wipe away all her divine pussy juices from my face and leave them on. I must be grateful to have them there and would show disrespect by wiping it away like it was something unwanted. I happily comply with that order and just have to get over the anxiety of people noticing the scent on my face. But I tell myself that people are only jealous of me being allowed to lick this gorgeous woman while they are not.
She now puts on the first leather mini skirt, the reason that we went back to the changing room. It looks somewhat nice but is not a really good fit. So we try the second one which looks promising but is too large. She sends me out to get a smaller size. I fear that the clerk would have overheard her moaning and tell us to leave the store or call the police. But I find her on the other side of the store and hope that she just did not hear anything. The clerk quickly goes to the basement and fetches the skirt the next smaller size, I return it to the changing room. Inside I find my partially naked mistress and hand her the skirt, us both hoping that it would fit. And indeed the skirt looks just perfect. It is so short that I can easily see her naked pussy when she sits down in the skirt. Also it is easy to pull up for spontaneous cunnilingus, so we are happy with it. She just leaves it on. We want to leave the store in the full outfit, her other clothes would just go into the bag.
Next she want to pick out some boots. They have a small selection but they carry all the classic models and therefore we do find one that we both like. As she knows her size the first one she tries on will fit. I get onto my knees to take off her shoes. A mistress does not need to put boots on herself, her eager slave will always do that for her. While I kneel in front of her I inevitably look under her leather mini skirt and see her pussy, this makes me even more aroused. The chastity belt is tight the whole time, the key in her cleavage is such a tease. For me this is still foreplay, so I am happy not to cum but enjoy the arousal during the shopping. I might want to be let out later, but at this point I am actually fine with being locked up. The boots fit her well and so she just decides to leave them on for the remainder of the shopping. She brought the stockings from home that she already owned. They fit very beautifully to fill the gap between the boots and the skirt. She is quickly getting dressed up like the dominatrix of my fantasies, I love it! I thought that we were going to move to the corsets next, but she teasingly asks me why I haven’t kissed her boots yet. With just a few seconds of hesitation I start making out with the boots. I might have stopped if I saw that the store clerk was looking and smiling towards my mistress, but perhaps it was better for me to naively assume that every exchange in her language was innocent.
Similarly we pick out corset, top, bolero and the gloves. She uses each new item to drive me more into horny submission, to make me weak and control me. The whole outfit looks so amazing on her, I now start to get desperate and want to fuck her. But I cannot because we are in public and additionally because I am locked into chastity. She knows all this too well and takes advantage of my situation. We make out again until she tells me that the uniform hat is missing. The leather store of course also has a shelf with these hats and my mistress picks out a very simple and classical looking one, which I totally like. The one in her size fits her perfectly and she looks stunning in it! Now the dominatrix outfit is complete and we go to the checkout. The clerks happily tell us the total and give my mistress a bag with all her regular clothes. Before we leave the store she takes off the uniform hat as that would just a bit too much in public. She will wear it during the next private occasion, of course.
Ride to her place
Now we are both in leather and I am horny as fuck. She likely is too, but she already had one orgasm in the changing room. I only had one in the morning before I left for the airport, but my arousal feels to be at the maximum possible level again. We go back to the main station and take a train to her home town which is around an hour train ride away from the capital. As she knows her way around she managed to get us a separate compartment and locks the door from the inside. This way we can have a bit of privacy. Right after locking the door she puts the uniform hat back on, to clearly signal that she is in charge. We have the rule that leather equals power, and as we are both wearing leather the uniform hat clearly breaks the tie. It makes it crystal clear to both of us that she is the mistress and I am her perpetually horny slave.
We sit opposite to each other, this way we can take in the other fully and enjoy the great pleasure of being with the other. She bends forward and invites me to give her a deep kiss. We make out and I can feel the visor of the uniform hat touch my nose. As I like to close my eyes during kissing this is such a nice reminder that she wears the amazing leather outfit that we have just bought less than an hour ago. Suddenly I feel her gloved hands touch the side of my head, grabbing my neck and ears. She gently pushes me away and her eyes lock me in with a strong and horny gaze. This instantly increases my submissiveness and I can feel how I slide into sub space even more, although I did not think that it was possible. Everything around me stops being relevant, she is completely in my focus.
She lets her right hand slowly slide forward until her fingers are on my cheek, then she moves her thumb over my mouth. During our chats I have told her how orally focused I am and also that I absolutely love having leather gloved fingers in my mouth, especially when they are covered in precum. The sheer amount of texting likely was already enough for her to figure me out completely, know about all my buttons, my weaknesses. And here she is, her thumb hovering right over my mouth, ready to invite me into even further submission. She exerts just the slightest pressure on my chin, pushing it downward. I hesitate a bit because I think I know pretty well what she will do next. But the gloves are clean and there really is nothing to be afraid of, quite the contrary. I will be able to taste the new gloves. So I just open my mouth and let her proceed. She slowly inserts her thumb into my mouth, pushes further in and presses down on my tongue. Her grip on my neck becomes a bit tighter and her four other fingers are wrapped over my cheek and jaw such that I am fully in her control and could not move away if I wanted to. I open my eyes again and notice that she still has this stark stare, apparently just waiting for me to make eye contact again. Involuntarily I heavily moan and clench my thighs. The chastity belt becomes noticeable again, I was so lost in the leather gloves that I forgot about it. While she slowly retracts her thumb she softly says “good boy,” making me moan even louder after my mouth is free again.
The train starts to decelerate, there is some announcement in her language which I cannot understand fully, but I did not hear the name of her hometown. At least I think, so I ask how her hometown actually is pronounced. She tells me but her face turns into a challenging look afterwards. “Don’t you trust me to take you around?” she asks me. “Of course I do,” I quickly reply. It is mostly curiosity on my part, but also a habit of keeping an overview. She cracks a wicked smile and says:
I like the thought of being your language teacher. But I am going to be very > strict and will punish you. So tell me, how is the name of my hometown > pronounced?
Her devious mimic intimidates me a bit, but I hurry up and try my best to pronounce it. She does not show her judgement on her face, which is just so mean of her. I am too horny to look through her played expression and am just at her mercy. She then caresses my cheek with her glove and tells me that it was not that bad for my first try. After telling me the proper pronunciation again she rests her hands on my upper thighs and tells me to try again. This time I seem to get it sufficiently correct and she lets me pass with it.
There is a brief stop in some smallish city railroad stop and I’m trying to read the name of the city. I cannot really tell how the pronunciation is and ask her, only to be prompted to say it properly myself. New people come into the train, others leave. The milky glass of the train compartment shields us sufficiently from the potentially nosy people. Luckily the platform is on the other side of our windows, so we just see the landscape and nobody can see the gorgeous leather clad mistress and her horny slave. But perhaps on some other station the platform will be on our side and people could take a peek into our compartment. We have been in public with the full leather outfits, so the only new thing is the hat. But I doubt that she would take it off and just let the people be curious about it. They were nosy and looked into the train, so it is their fault if they see something that was too arousing for their prudent souls.
I am riding backwards and the acceleration nudges me a bit forward and I find my hands on her legs. She seems to like the touch and gives the softest moaning. I slide my hands over her stockings, touch her leather shirt from the outer sides. Touching her inner thighs seems a bit too cavalier at this point, so I save that for later. She pulls me forward, I drop to my knees and are just slightly lower than before. Her eyes are a bit higher than mine, she looks down onto me from under the visor of the hat. She starts to open my leather shirt and I help her taking it off. After it is put away I continue caressing her waist and legs. It seems to escalate rather quickly between us, she pinches my nipples with her gloved fingers while I now start stroking her inner thighs. We both moan, even while we are exchanging kisses. I kiss her on her neck and cleavage, she also kisses my neck and shoulders. Then we coordinate for a French kiss and part again to kiss other body parts. Her pinching on my nipples becomes really strong and painful, she seems to be lost in arousal and does not really sense how strongly she pinches. I do not mind, having sensitive nipples for days after really is a nice mark to be given during sex.
The chastity belt is quite tight at this moment, I am very aroused and would really like to get hard. Nevertheless the stainless steel is not yielding to my erection and suppressing it mercilessly. The key to the lock rests right in her cleavage, but I cannot have it. Finally I dare to slide my fingers under her skirt, she has the legs spread a bit in her arousal. Her pussy is really soaked already, and she notices as well. She does one of my favorite moves: putting one leg over my shoulder, resting the lower leg in my neck and pulling me in. I go deeper on my knees and just let myself get pulled towards her shaved pussy for another round of cunnilingus. As my head gets closer to her crotch she also puts her second leg over my shoulder and really pins me down.
The skirt is no obstruction for oral sex and I start licking her again. She starts to moan rather loudly right from the start and I can see that she closes her eyes. Seeing the uniform hat visor from below somehow is also very arousing for me, it signals that my face must be much lower than hers. And licking her certainly is one of these occasions. She starts to breathe faster and faster, the moans are getting more intense as well. Right then there is another speaker announcement, it sounds like they are announcing the next stop. And I am rather sure that it mentioned her hometown. She moans and vehemently squeals “We will arrive soon; make sure I cum before!” Of course I lick her more intensively, she must come within a few short minutes now. I do not even want to imagine what she would do to me if I would not manage to have her cum before we arrive. Her home supposedly is not far from the main station but I doubt that she wants to be edged and teased like this. She will very likely want to have a third orgasm when we are at her home, this is more fitting for a leather clad domme. To my relief she starts panting and starts clenching my head with her beautiful stocking clad thighs. I try to keep my tongue right on her clit without letting me thrown off. Technically it is her fault if her unconscious grinding pushes me away from her clit, but I do not want to bet on her understanding. My hands hold her thighs, her thighs hold my head, and I feverishly keep my tongue right on her most sensitive spot.
She stops breathing for a moment, gasps for air and then violently squirts all over my face again. My neck quickly becomes soaked, it starts running down my back and chest. The train is already decelerating, so I have to get my shirt back on and prepare for departing the train. She is still clenching my head and I give her a few more seconds to regain her willpower. Carefully exerting a bit of pressure on her thighs I try to tell her to let me go. She has me clenched in between her legs so tightly that I can just breathe through my nose, but my mouth is still buried in her tasty pussy. In this position I cannot sensibly talk to her. The train is already at the station when she becomes present enough to unlock her boots behind my back. I get up and see that the station is on our side of the windows, people can see my naked chest and her leather hat. I put on my shirt without wiping down her squirt because we do not want to miss the exit. Everyone else has already exited and people start to board the train when we make it out of the train car onto the station. She is still a bit a breathless from the orgasm and decides to sit down at the platform for a few minutes before we start walking to her home.
Fortunately the platform is mostly deserted after everyone has boarded the train. The passengers arriving with us from the capital have vacated the platform pretty quickly because they want to get to their destinations of course. We on the other hand enjoy every step of our kinky journey that we do not really care about arriving. Well, she is, because she just had another intense orgasm. I however would really like to get to her place in the hope that she unlocks me from the now rather tight chastity belt and lets me have an orgasm as well. During a full day of sex I can have four or perhaps even more orgasms, so it is not like I would take anything away from her. Now it is too late to change the details of the deal, I have agreed to wear the device during my visit and now she has the key anyway.
There are a few seats on the platform and she sits down in one of them. Even right after a strong orgasm she can confidently walk on the heels of the boots, something which I find very sexy. After having a seat she sighs, allowing herself the full comedown after the orgasm. I can see that her stockings have wet spots on them, that must be pussy juice dripping down. She must be soaking wet! I sit down next to her, she leans against me. In that moment she realizes that the leather uniform hat is still on her head and she takes it down, feeling a bit uneasy with it in public. I offer to put it into the bag with her regular street clothes. Now we sit on the bench and start to make out again, this time in a more calm and cuddly way enjoying the aftermath of the orgasm.
A few minutes later she has regained her dominance fully and gets up, taking me with her. We are now in her hometown, and I have no idea where she lives. But I do not really care, we will just go to her place to finally have a bed to do a lot of fucking in. And I am so horny that I will follow along. Besides that she holds all the keys to my chastity belt, so I would not have a real choice anyway. There is no question really, I am so aroused that I follow my leather clad mistress. We exit the station, her heels click so nicely on the stairs. She leads me via my hand, leading me around. On our way we pass several blocks, I curiously observe the surroundings, it is my first time in this country. It is still an European country, so it does not appear as different as a lot of things did when I was in China.
Arriving at her condo
As promised it was not a long walk to get to her apartment. She asks me to produce her street pants from the bag in order to get her keys. I follow her up the stairs, walking behind her. After she took a few steps her ass is just level with my head, I see her beautiful firm ass in the short black leather skirt and it arouses me even further. The lacing of the corset looks marvelous, especially with the strings falling a bit over the skirt. And the bolero nicely covered her shoulders, hiding where the corset really ends. I have not noticed that she stopped and turned her head around, I just keep on walking and bump into her leather clad back. “Kiss my ass, slave!” she tells me, sounding very confident now that we are in private. I immediately start kissing her beautiful behind in the skirt, it tastes so nice. And I can take up the scent of pussy, with all the juices covering her inner thighs and stockings this is not really a surprise. I have no idea how much more she has dripped while we were walking, but I am sure that I will find out very soon.
Satisfied she continues walking up the stairs, there are a few floors that we have to cover until we reach her apartment door. She quickly opens it and goes inside, I try my best to close the door without too much noise. The one in my condo is really loud, so I am sadly experienced with this sort of thing. Once I have closed the door I turn around and see her standing there straight and looking at me. “You,” she commands, “follow me!” Obediently I follow her to her bedroom and am magically drawn to the bed. Oh how I wish to fuck her. Fuck her above her, fuck her from behind, let her ride me. But first she needs to take care of that chastity belt. But of course she has other plans for me:
During texting you have described how you cannot get enough of cunnilingus, > how you love facesitting. You have only licked me so far, now I want to sit > on your face. Grind you, cover you even more in pussy juices. Get on the bed!
I rip off the shirt which fortunately has press buttons which come off very quickly. The facesitting position is assumed very easily: I just lie on my back on the bed, having my arms parallel to my body. She then straddles my face and first sits down on my upper chest such that we can position ourselves. I take my arms through her angled legs such that I rest my hands on top of her upper thighs to signal that I am ready and strapped in for the ride. Actually her ride on my face, but that is a technicality. Pussy licking with leather skirt is amazing because the skirt funnels all the amazing aroma around my face, the air that I breathe comes mostly from under her skirt and that smells just so hot. And then the scent of the leather joins in to create this amazing mixture of pussy and leather. It is even better than precum and leather, which by now is quite an acquired taste of mine.
Then she mounts my face, lowers her shaved pussy down onto my mouth. I get right to work on her clit, everything is still soaking wet from the cunnilingus half an hour ago in the train compartment. She does not take long to start moaning without any hesitations. I can sense that she is a bit more loose in private, which of course is not a surprise. She already had two orgasms in the recent hours, so it becomes a bit harder for her to orgasm again. The buildup takes longer and I try really hard not to let her down. The last thing that one wants is to lose track of the clit in the final approach to orgasm and make her lose the orgasm altogether. My hands are still on her thighs, I have been so focused on licking her that I completely forgot that I wanted to try to play with her ass and breasts through the leather. Especially her breasts would have been hard as they are covered in two layers of leather. She starts to pant louder, which I perceive only muffled through her thighs covering my ears. The increasing stream of pussy juice down my throat really gives away how aroused she is and that she will orgasm soon. I feel her hip rotating in an uncontrolled and subconscious manner, she clearly is losing herself into the pleasure. This is my favorite thing, seeing a woman having an intense orgasm. And from below I can take in the magnificent view. I can see her leather skirt and her pussy grinding on my face. But also the corset pushing up her breasts which are covered by the leather top that we picked out. Her gloved hands firmly grab the headrest of the bed in the attempt to get some stability while she receives so much pleasure from below. I feel how her weight increases on my face, pussy slides all over my face and nose. Breathing becomes a bit of a task and I hold on to her thighs to keep my tongue focused on her clit. Suddenly my ears feel really clenched between her thighs, she tenses up and pushes her full weight onto my face, gasping for air and then screaming as the orgasm crests and fully takes her. She starts shuddering and I feel the gushing in my face. She squirted onto my face yet another time! Her stockings are likely soaked by now and the leather skirt would have to go to the cleaner after my stay here. And that was not even the full first day and it is soaked already.
She unmounts my face and sits down on my upper chest. That is fine for breathing and I really like her to sit there. Her amazing pussy is still so close, I am cuddled between her thighs and she starts caressing the accessible parts of my face with her leather gloves, gloating from the orgasm. I start to gloat as well, deriving so much satisfaction from all the cunnilingus. But now my chastity device becomes noticeable again and I dare to ask “could I also have an orgasm now?” She lightens up and seems to be in favor of giving me one. “You have been such a good submissive boy toy for me, of course you can have an orgasm,” she replies, “but you will have to put on your collar and cuffs.” She gets up and I open my suitcase which is filled with all my sex toys. I retrieve the wrist and ankle cuffs as well as my matching collar. Putting them on is easy with a little bit of practice, so I show her how I like it to be done and she seems to memorize all the little details instantly. “Put your hands on your back and show me,” she demands and I obediently comply. Using one of the little padlocks she snaps my hands together behind my back. That seemed part of a grand plan of hers:
I will now let you out of chastity, but you have to be in bondage. We will be > practising enforced chastity here, so you are going to be in bondage every > single time that the device comes off. I can’t have you change your mind > about chastity when it is taken off. And the device will of course go on > before I untie you.
The moment she told me that another drop of precum oozed out of the steel tube. She of course notices that and takes it as affirmation to what she just said. Not that I would have a choice anyway, but my body clearly betrayed me there, suggesting that I was fine with such a strict chastity regime. Taking her leather glove she takes a drop of precum from the tube and holds it in front of my face, ordering me to “open up, cum slut!” As precum really is an acquired taste of mine now, I obediently open and stick out my tongue for her to push into my mouth again. She places her finger with the precum on my tongue and pushes in deeply such that I have no choice but to suck it off. Sucking with cuffed hands is really mean, I have no way of controlling the depth and am really at her mercy. This makes me think of the wish that I eventually want to receive deep throat training with the large dildo that she uses for masturbation. It looks really big, and she has sent me videos of taking it into her mouth pretty deep. As her oral slut I really wish to be trained to do it at least as good. And training with a dildo that she had in her divine pussy will likely be very motivating. Speaking of training, this reminds me of another really hot message of hers a while ago:
It’s not training or punishment if you enjoy it too much, don’t you think? I could expect that deep throat training with her would not be pleasurable all the way. But receiving the training will be so arousing and such a mindfuck that I will certainly enjoy it, even if I would start crying because I could not take the gagging any more.
She takes the chastity key off her neck and takes a firm grip of the metal tube. I can just stand there and let her do what she wants, and right now I want nothing more than to be out of that devilish chastity device. I could curse myself for suggesting to get and wear it, but now it is too late. I will have to enjoy the week of strict chastity training with her. The insertion of the key produces little vibrations that propagate through the tube and the ball stirrup such that it makes me really excited. She then rotates the key and pulls out the lock cylinder, the whole contraption falls apart. The parts end up in her gloved hands and she carefully pulls off the metal tube. My penis is trying to be hard, but the metal was stronger. Now it poses to be difficult to remove the tube, and it hurts just a little bit. She sees my facial expression and continues very carefully. “Shall I rather leave it on?” is a snarky comment that she just could not let pass. I don’t need to answer because it is obvious that I want out, but still I beg, “please let me out of the cage,” just to make sure that she does not doubt my eagerness to get out. The tube pops off the glans and it directly starts to swell. The ball stirrup is a bit hard to take off with a full erection, and she is does not see how that would work right now. The stirrup goes around cock and balls and acts as a cock ring now. “We’ll just leave part on,” she says and connects the stirrup and the hip band again, inserting the lock cylinder next. I feel so crushed because I do not get full freedom. But she promises me that I will have frequent orgasms, at least in the first couple days.
With her gloved hands she caresses my inner thighs, circling my penis which is still locked into the stirrup. I am still cuffed, so I cannot start to masturbate, even though I would really want to! She slowly starts to touch my cock, and if feels so amazing. I haven’t touched it since I put on the chastity belt in the changing room of the leather store. Now after countless orgasms for my mistress I am really happy to be free again. And of course I hope that she lets me cum. During the texting she has told me that she was not going to be cruel, so I really expect her to give me on orgasm, even though she might enjoy teasing me a bit.
She slowly grabs my rock hard cock, her fingers have a tight grip on it, and the leather has a huge stick friction on my skin. She has total control over me now this way. I moan and my whole body tension weakens and I just sag down on the bed. My eyes roll back and it take a little while until I notice that she is not moving her hand at all. This gives me the opportunity to recover a bit and as I open my eyes again I see her face pretty close to mine, her eyes under the visor locked onto mine and a wicked smile showing how much she enjoys the teasing. Just to fuck with me she starts stroking in that moment where I regained a bit of control over myself, and of course I lose it again to her touch. She seems to wank exactly such that I am just on the edge of losing control, to make sure that I am completely helpless but still think that I could regain control.
Now the slow stroking does not completely get me any more, I manage to keep my eyes open and be present. She notices and puts her leather glove on my cheek, homing me in towards her breasts. They look amazing in the leather corset over the leather top, and I mindlessly start kissing them. She enjoys how subservient I am and how I just follow my arousal. The kissing leads to yet another drop of precum to emerge from my penis. It was already soaked with precum from the chastity belt, but this just adds more to it. She again takes off precum and sticks it into my mouth, adding more salty taste. The mean thing about precum is that it gets more salty over time. At the beginning my tolerance for the taste is not that big either, so as the evil game progresses I am still a bit overwhelmed with the taste as it gets stronger faster than I can get used to it. This is another mindfuck about the game and I like it really much. She feeds me more precum for a few rounds, until my cock is pretty clean again.
She continues the pumping, uses her other gloved hand to caress my sensitive parts like inner thigh, nipples and circle my lips. I get pretty close to orgasm and I tell her that I would need a break such that I don’t cum yet. She slows down and gives me a rest. However, I can still feel how I get awfully close to the edge. She stops stimulation completely and my cock still twitches. I try to prevent myself from cumming, but I cannot completely hold it. Sperm starts to dribble down my shaft without pressure. We realize that it must be a ruined orgasm, there is ejaculation but no full orgasm. And I still feel very horny and my dick is still hard. With her gloves she picks up some of the cream and approaches my face with cum stained gloves. As I still aroused I am very eager to lick if all off. She takes a few rounds until she I have consumed every last drop of cum. It tastes pretty bad, yet I am aroused and like that she does this to me. Cum eating is much easier after a ruined orgasm, and I consider myself lucky that this has happened.
The stroking by her continues, and this time it does not take long to push me over the edge for good. The remaining cum spurts over my belly, there is nothing that I can do about that. She lets me rest for way too long, and the perspective of having to consume the cum feels more dreading with every second that passes. She seems to do this on purpose and collects the cum in an agonizingly slow pace. After a minute I really do not want to clean up any more, and in that moment starts to feed it to me. Wearing the cuffs I do not have a choice but to obey her. I revoltingly suck my salty sperm off her gloves, only for her to collect more from my shaft and belly. So much of it gathers in my mouth that I have to swallow, and now my whole throat is covered with it. She seems very happy to be so wicked to me. But there is something that did not go according to her plan, she tells me:
You are such a good cum slut for cleaning every last drop, twice. And you did > a very good job, so I do not have to punish you this time. But I wanted you > to fuck me. After having had so many orgasms from cunnilingus I wanted to > feel you inside my wet and tight pussy. Now you came too soon and you are > getting limb as we speak. And you know the rule, chastity slave, right? When > you penis becomes soft enough to fit into the steel tube, it goes back into > that exact tube. So let’s get she tube and lock it back up, shall we? Then we > can finally take off your handcuffs, your arms must start to hurt already.
I am still in this state after the orgasm where I just want to cuddle and the game to pause. Going back into the chastity device is really not on my mind now, I just want to take the hip band and the stirrup off, remove the handcuffs and cuddle. But she is adamant about this and unlocks the stirrup to put my penis back into the tube. I start to resist but quickly realize that it is futile. She gives me a stern look with the uniform cap and tells me that “the tube goes on in either case, struggling will just change the point in time where it would come off again.” This is a real mean threat and I decide that it is better to be locked up right now with the next unlocking sooner rather than later. My dick is pretty limb, she has an easy time to lock me back up. With the tube secured under the stirrup and the lock cylinder back in place she lets me lick off the last bits of cum from her gloves that got there while she locked me back up. She puts the key back on her necklace and then finally unlocks my wrists from behind my back. All I want to do is cuddle her and she gladly lets me do that. We are both spent and really enjoy feeling the warmth of the other’s body close to ours. It is so comfortable that we both almost doze off.
Having dinner
After we both just had orgasms we are spent. This state of exhaustion is really great as one can just lie there and cuddle. As the sexual urges are satisfied, there is now room for hunger to make itself noticed. We decide that we need to have some dinner. She offers to cook something for us, it is just going to be some simple pasta dish for that day. On another day we might plan a bit ahead and have more time for cooking before the hunger sets in. We did not realize that we did not eat anything since I arrived due to our arousal. Well, I have eaten her out, but that is a different story.
I start to get up and put my clothes back on in order not to get cold outside the bed. As I only have my leather pants and leather shirt, I intend to put them back on. But I still wear collar and cuffs, so I cannot sensibly put the pants on. So I ask her whether I am allowed to take off the cuffs and collar. “Sweetie,” she starts, “you may take off the cuffs. But the collar will always stay on in this flat.” Taking off the cuffs is easy for me now, I have quite a lot of experience with that now. I now wear the full leather outfit and the collar.
She leads me into the kitchen. There she reaches into one of the lower cupboards, perhaps bending down a little further than necessary. I cannot help myself but to stare at her gorgeous ass in the tight leather mini skirt. It is long enough that her buttocks do not show, but there are just a few centimeters missing for this to happen. She of course notices my stare when she comes back up. “I’m sorry for staring,” I try to save myself. With the leather gloves she strokes my face and gives me a teasing look, telling me that it is just fine for me to take in her beauty. I am in chastity, so there is no danger that all this pent up sexual energy would go to some place where it should not be. Therefore she is happy with me torturing myself all I want.
Cooking with the leather opera gloves is hard, so she takes them off and puts them over my shoulder. This way I have some extra leather smell rising in my nostrils all the time. The collar of the leather shirt is mean enough, I regularly notice the smell of leather and have a jolt of arousal going through my body. I am of course careful not to drop her delicate gloves onto the ground. Perhaps they are not that pure any more after waking me and have them covered in my cum, but they are still her gorgeous gloves! The thought of what she has done with me reminds me of the salty taste and that it is still there, I have not brushed my teeth in the meantime. Also I do not dare to ask whether I may do that. Soon there will be dinner, that will cover up the musky taste soon enough. Also she takes off the leather uniform hat to prevent it falling into the food by accident. She still looks very striking without it, and I would not dare to question her authority just because we are both dressed in leather.
She sets up a pan with water and lets it boil. While this is slowly heating up I run my hands over her back, feel the bolero, the corset, her leather clad ass. She seems to enjoy the attention and has not told me to stop. She takes a second pan and prepares the sauce to go with the noodles. Both pans will take a while until they need further attention, so she turns around and makes out with me. The intensity of her kisses is enough to make me aroused again. I thought that just getting relief would leave me relieved for a while, but that did not work. It is a common pattern for me that a single orgasm does not fully remove the edge but that I need a few in order to really run dry. With the chastity belt back in place this will only happen on her terms. We will have to see how this goes. The water is boiling now and she turns around to place the pasta in the water. We set a timer for ten minutes and start making out again, only to get interrupted by the overflowing water from the pasta pan. As the timer rings, our seven minutes in heaven are over and she pours the pasta into a strainer.
From a different cupboard she takes two plates and cutlery and tasks me to set them up on the dining table in the living room. I have just put down the plates when I hear the clicking of her gorgeous boots on the kitchen tiles, coming over to the living room. We sit down opposite to each other and put food onto our tables. I thought about filling her plate like a gentleman but realized that I have no idea how much she wants. So we just fill our own plate. “Enjoy your meal,” I say and start eating. “And thanks for cooking!” I quickly add before I forget it. The sauce is still very hot, so it we need to let it cool down a bit before we can take the first bite. The hot food feels very good, I did not realize how hungry I was until I take the first bites.
All the sudden I feel her boot stroking my lower leg on the inside. I instantly look into her face and she meets with me with a wicked smile, asking whether my chastity belt “is getting awfully tight again?” The stroking did not make me that desperate yet, but her teasing question sure does the job. The steel tube is pretty small again, though my desperation is much weaker than before. I also reach under the table and stroke her stockings a bit, I cannot reach her skirt. Perhaps this is better this way, otherwise I could not have concentrated on the food. We seem to distract each other from eating, so it takes quite a while until we both are sated with food.
We lean back, until she tells me “You will now do the dishes, my toy,” and gives a knowing smile. I take our plates and carry them to the kitchen, she leaves for her bedroom. As I arrive in the kitchen with the pans I see her waiting there for me with my riding crop in her hands. “I’ll make sure you do a good job, slut!” Well, I will certainly do a good job, I do not particularly like getting spanked. Taking dish soap and warm water I start cleaning the dishes. It is not much work because there are just two plates, but she still takes a look from behind to assess my work. Suddenly I feel a slap on my ass. The leather pants take much of the blow, but I still feel it. “What was that for?” I ask her. “Just because I can!” This somehow relieves me because I thought that I know how to do dishes. She keeps watching closely to see whether I do a mistake but she is quite happy with the work. I would have cleaned them well anyway, but having my beautiful leather clad mistress with the crop sure makes it so much more entertaining to do chores. While drying off the last plate she informs me that she is quite pleased with my work and that I will be doing all the chores in the following week. “Oh, and of course it is a requirement to get any orgasm privileges.”
While we are still in the kitchen she prompts me to kiss her boots: “Show some gratitude the meal that I cooked for you!” Obediently I kneel down on the floor and give her boots a good kissing and lapping. Boot licking is a very nice activity for me, she would not have to make me do it but a simple invitation would be more than sufficient.
After dinner we are both satisfied, also sexually. Therefore we decide to do a little cuddling on the couch and watch something on the TV. In the living room she takes off her boots and grabs a blanket to sit comfortably on the couch. I do the same and start cuddling with her. We sit there, relax, enjoy the sex and food that we had so far. Then we pick something to watch. Initially I assumed that I would not understand much because of me not speaking the language. But as most of the TV program is in English, so it is really easy for me to follow it. We watch something light hearted and just enjoy the early evening. I move my hands through my blanket into hers and grab her fine ass. She also starts to rest her hands on my legs, we romantically make out. In these situations I often get hard again, this time it is so cuddly that I actually stay soft in my steel chastity prison.
Going for a walk
A while later we have digested part of the food and are not that tired as we were right after dinner. She suggests to go for a little walk to get some fresh air. We get up from our cuddly position and move back to the hallway. There she tasks me to put on her boots like “the good boot licking bitch” that I am. After that she says “give them a kiss,” and I immediately do that as I am still kneeling in front of her. “Come to think of, you will kiss my boots every single time that we enter or leave this condo,” she makes up another new rule for my stay.
She opens the door and realizes that I am still wearing the leather collar. This is a bit too much for going outside, so she reminds me that I am still wearing it and gives permission to take it off. “The rule is that you have to wear it inside the condo, so you can take it off whenever we go outside.” Happily I take it off. Being seen in the full leather outfit while I am in public is okay by now, but wearing the collar is just too much. And my collar is not a subtle one that one could take as fashion, it really screams “BDSM” when you see it. After putting the collar onto the wardrobe we move down the stairs, the clicking of her heels in front of me.
It is a little colder outside now, so I am happy that I took the leather jacket over my leather shirt. This way I have two layers of leather on my torso, one layer on my legs. All the leather makes creaking sounds as I move, one of my favorite sounds. But she also wears a lot of leather: The boots, the skirt, corset, bolero, opera gloves. She also wears the stockings which much be stained with pussy juices and squirt by now. One cannot make out any stains, so likely it has dried and we are good to go. She takes my hand with her glove and we walk along the street.
After a while we find ourselves in a little park and sit down on a bench. There we start making out again, and this time it is a bit more feverishly. The arousal quickly comes back and we find ourselves getting horny again. Nobody is looking and she quickly moves her gloved hand under her skirt. She retracts the hand again and places it into my mouth to lick clean. I can taste her divine juice and instantly get fully aroused again. Smirkingly she tells me “you are so going to fuck me when we get back!” Oh yes! I am looking forward to be inside her. Then I start to imagine how she would feel like. Perhaps I fit her perfectly. Or perhaps she is a bit tight and we need to take our time and enough lube to make it a very pleasant first time for her. Though she seems to get so fucking wet all the time that we might not need any lube at all. I would find out soon enough. These considerations get my chastity belt to tighten up again. For some reason I then look into her cleavage to see whether the key is still there and only get aroused further. At this point I cannot keep myself from moaning and of course she notices it. My mind is now rotating around sex with my Nordic mistress, but she seems to have other plans. Instead of going straight home she wants to wander around the park a bit more, enjoy her hand on my leather clad ass.
The park features a bit of water and we watch the wildlife enjoying their day as well. The ducks are likely oblivious to us leather clad humans, they might only consider us if we would feed them something. Although I am pretty horny and mostly focused on her, I can still take in the nature around me. Also the fresh fall air is a very nice sensation. Our hands alternately touch each other or the other’s butt. It feels so nice to grab her firm ass! She takes us on a nice route and eventually we approach her condo from the other side of the street. I have not oriented myself enough to figure out exactly where we have walked, and I only recognize the condo when we get pretty close.
Right in front of the door she stops me to give me a kiss. I carefully hold her head and we make out a good while before she produces the keys to open the front door. I follow her up the stairs, again taking in the beauty of her ass in the leather mini skirt. Somehow it feels like we have been seeing each other for longer than just half a day. Also the leather skirt is really new but it feels like we have enjoyed it for quite a while. This must just come from the intensity that we have been at the whole time. The walk was nice and I feel up for more sex now.
I press up from behind her and grab her ass while she unlocks the door to her condo. She feels so nice and also starts moaning, I really hope that we will have sex very soon. In the hallway she moves one of her boots towards me and gives me a challenging look. I recall the rule and bow down to kiss her boot. She then shuffles the boots and lets me kiss the other one. “Now take them off, please,” she says and have me take her boots off. I obediently set them to the side and get up again. She already picked up the collar from the wardrobe and puts its back onto my neck where it belongs.
Deflowering
Inserting her finger into the D-ring on the front of the collar she pulls me into her bedroom. From her dresser she gets the leather uniform hat and puts it back on. She sits down on the edge of the bed without releasing my collar from her grip. I feel a slight pull downwards and get into my knees to be on the same height as she is. Then she further pulls me down and I find herself between her legs. Instantly she has locked my neck with her boots and like a good pussy licking addict I start lapping with my tongue. She seems to be very wet still from the walk and all the anticipation.
While I lick her I carefully start inserting a finger into her. From all the videos that she has sent me I know that she has felt a lot of penetration with fingers and dildos so far. But feeling this being done by somebody else is quite a different sensation and I want to slowly warm her up to that. It is supposed to be an amazing experience for her and I do not want to rush it in the wrong moment. She starts to moan faster than before and it seems that it will not take long for her to orgasm. “Fuck, I need to unlock you first,” she realizes. The thought seems to push her over the edge of orgasm and the violently comes onto my face. It takes a while for her to regain her posture and I would really like to cuddle her if I wasn’t still locked into her crotch. The best I can do is to caress her body with my hands to make her feel very comfortable.
She gets up again and takes off the chastity key from her necklace. After ordering me to take off my clothes except the collar I stand there naked, collared and in chastity. She sits there on the edge of the bed, quite below me. But I cannot see her face under the visor and I only see her gloved hands moving towards the chastity device. Again the key makes the similar sensation in the lock it takes a while for her to pop off the tube. This time she is more skilled with it and takes off the stirrup and also the hip band. Finally I am free again! It does not take much pumping to get my cock rock hard for her. I take out a condom and put if over while she holds my balls. I really do not get why people dread condoms that much. The trick is just to have the girl stroke the balls and dam while one puts it on, and nothing will go limb. I still wear the collar and am reminded of a message that she sent me a while ago:
You should wear the collar while you fuck me, just for humiliation.
Now we are doing exactly that. She puts her back down back onto the bed. The leather hat falls off as she puts down the back of her head. She justs leaves it where while I kneel back down in between her legs. I take my time to find the right spot and angle and place the tip of my penis on her hole and gently exert pressure. Kneeling next to the edge of the bed is a really nice position to fuck as the angle is right, I have a lot of control over my movements and she can just enjoy the ride. She moans from the sensation, it is similar to the dildo but completely different. Carefully I push into her, just a few centimeters at a time to give her plenty of time to adjust to the girth. Perhaps her dildo is even bigger than I am, but not having control over the insertion makes it a completely different experience.
A while later I am fully inside of her, my hip making contact with hers. I stay there and slowly bend down to give her an intense kiss. She can hardly concentrate and kiss in between of all her moans. In the moment where I feel that she is getting a bit too comfortable in the situation I start to pull out slowly only to see her eyes rolling back again. I move out almost the whole way and then delicately push into her again. She is so wet that I can easily slide within her and her moans tell me that she is enjoying this a lot.
The slow fucking only lasts for perhaps a minute after which she regains enough control to lean forward and grab me by the ring of my collar. “Fuck me faster, fuck toy!” she yells in arousal and I gladly go a bit faster. From the videos that she sent me I had some impression on how vocal she is during sex. Hearing her squalling in the real in front of me is quite something else, though! The quick fucking takes away her presence again and she falls back down onto the bed and just ends up moaning endlessly. I feel her getting tighter around my penis, she must be getting closer to cumming. In order to make sure that she cums I move my hand under her skirt and rub her clit. She starts to moan extra loudly and I can feel her contracting and climaxing with me in her. I bow down and try to give her a kiss, but she is moaning so violently that she cannot focus on giving a kiss. She screams out the orgasm and I can feel the squirt running down me legs. Then she pants and her body loses all tone that it previously had. Quickly she calms down, I carefully pull out to prevent overstimulation and cuddle up and give her kisses. “That was amazing,” she whispers into my ear, getting my hopes up that we will do it again soon.
She still wears her full leather outfit, I wear the collar. We decide that we are done with being mistress and slave for the day and just fully undress and put on underwear. Then we go back to the bed and cover up. Cuddling after her first real penetrative sex feels really good. We just lie there for perhaps hours, only getting up when one of us needs to go to the bathroom. We have so much body contact under the sheets, it feels very good. Eventually we realize that we are tired and decide to go brush our teeth and go to bed. From all the orgasms over the course of the day we are both exhausted and satisfied, so we have an easy time going to sleep. Usually I want to cuddle in bed too, but then I also want to toss and turn. After a little bit of additional cuddling I give her a good-night kiss and roll over such that I can fall asleep.
Second day
The next morning I feel her hand caressing my chest and wake up. At first I am a bit disoriented because I have not woken up in that bed before. But quickly I realize where I am. “Wake up, boy toy,” her sweet whisper reaches my ears. As I start to wake up, she increases the pace of the caressing. Her hand wanders over my chest to my neck and face. She holds my neck and gives me a deep kiss, I can sense how horny she already is. I am still a bit sleepy and have a hard time following her movements. Then I notice that she pulls up her leg and moves her hip next to my head. Before I fully understand her intentions, she mounts my face with her naked crotch. It is extremely hot because I always fantasized about a woman just taking oral sex in the morning without even asking first. It is her right to receive cunnilingus whenever she wants, including in the morning right after waking up.
She lowers her crotch onto my face and I start licking, unfortunately still a bit clouded from just being woken up. She is already soaking wet, she must have thought about doing this for a couple minutes which likely got her juices flowing. She straightens her back and starts riding my tongue. I find the most sensitive spot and she starts moaning, so I know that I am at the right place. Although I would expected her to take a while to climax in the morning, she actually only lasts a few minutes while riding my face and squirts onto my face.
Suddenly she unmounts my face and grabs my neck, “fuck me,” she almost yells as me. She lays back down on the bed, I get up and get a condom to fuck her. She caresses my balls while I put on the condom, all the cunnilingus has made me rock hard already. Also I faintly realize that I will wear the chastity device again soon. So the freedom at the moment must be appreciated. After I have unrolled the condom under her impatient gaze she pulls me in closer and spreads her legs. I start fucking her in the missionary position and we start making out during the fucking. She grabs my nipples really hard, this always gets my attention. But this time she holds them fucking tight and starts to crack a wicked smile. Then she includes me in her evil plan: “You better come really hard while you fuck me. This is going to be the last orgasm you will have in the morning, in the next days you will instead wear the chastity belt while waking up. So you better enjoy it!” Needless to say this address made me so horny that I came during it. I feel that the condom is now full of my sperm and I slowly pull out of her.
I get off the bed to put the condom away, I hear her telling me to bring the chastity belt when I come back. It is arousing to be locked in it while I am aroused, but I dread the metal prison when I am not aroused any more. Reluctantly I get the device from the other side of the bedroom and bring it to her. “Hands on your back, legs spread” are her commands. She seems to have a pretty good idea how to dominate me and I am pretty intimidated by the strictness that she does the chastity part with. I help her put on the waist band and close it in the front. Then she hands me the ball stirrup and instructs me to put my balls and penis through the hoop. In the meantime she would usually get a bit of lube to slide on the tube, but my penis is still wet from the sex. So the tube slides on very easily onto my flaccid penis and can be connected to the waist band. She places the cylinder into the lock and takes the key into her possession. To finish it up, I adjust my balls a bit to make it fit in the most comfortable way that it possibly can.
Now that I am back in the chastity belt as I should be, I can make breakfast for my mistress. What would be the point in having a personal chastity slave if he did not make breakfast? I go into the kitchen and set the table for the two of us. She comes over a little later and is only dressed in her morning robe, she did not even bother to tie it close and I can see that she does not wear any underwear. This is rather mean as she has locked me in chastity and I can only stare at the key between her breasts. Sure, I just came inside of her, but I came so quickly that I was not fully drained. Being locked up just builds up more arousal quickly, this is so mean. Honestly I just cannot get enough of the chastity treatment, the tease and denial.
She takes a lot longer than me for breakfast, I usually eat like two slices of bread rather quickly, she sips her coffee, pauses between the bites. She realizes that I am already done and slowly spreads her legs, saying “let’s keep your slutty mouth busy!” and obediently I kneel in front of her under the table and start to lick her beautifully shaved pussy. I do so slowly to give her enjoyment while at the same time not interrupting her breakfast. At fist she does not seem much changed but a quiet moan every now and then lets me know that she certainly is aroused by it. Her moans start to become more often and before I know it I feel one leg put over my neck and pulling me in. Now she is getting serious about cumming and won’t let me go until she had another oral orgasm this morning. The chastity device is becoming really restricting again, I am so horny that I could just fuck here right there in the kitchen. I hear her put the slice of bread back onto the plate and feel her second leg locking me in further. Now she is adamant about cumming and anything else will lead to unknown punishments, I am sure. I lick her vigorously and try to apply just the right amount of force to make her cum worthy of a mistress. She can’t even fully see me under the table, but I can sure feel her quiver. Her breath briefly stops and I can feel her thighs clench my neck firmly into her crotch. Her warm squirt is running over my face and there simply is no chance for me to avoid getting my face drenched in the liquids.
It feels like a whole minute that she takes to calm down again and release from her thigh lock. Not that I would mind being locked to her horny pussy, but I have the feeling that we should get our day started as she mentioned some plans she has for today.
Suck it well
We are back at her place now. At this time I do not really mind going out in leather at all. It is so arousing with my leather clad mistress to be led through this city that I don’t know. Right after entering the front door she points to her boots without saying a word. I know this drill well and get on my knees to kiss her shiny leather boot.
Next she leads me to the living room and instructs me to kneel in front of the couch. She fetches the leather cuffs and a carbine from the bedroom and puts them on, linking my hands on my back. I realize how eagerly I place my hands on my back for her to cuff them, so I tell her exactly that. She knowingly smiles, saying “as you’re such a slut, you just can’t help.” There is no point in denying that, I am fully her slut and she knows it. Now that I am cuffed and kneeling she goes to the bedroom again, presumably to fetch a few more things. I cannot see what she has in her hands because she approaches me from the back. Although I am curious to know what she brought, I do not dare to turn my head around. From behind I can feel that she puts on my collar, this time she puts it on very tight, without room to wiggle. The sensation is a bit frightening, but at the same time it is so very arousing.
As she sits down on the couch in front of me I can see the strap-on dildo between her legs. It is her large dildo put into the harness that I brought from home. In contrast to the dildos that I use anally myself it is much larger and longer. She wraps her legs around my hip and looks into my eyes. “We will start your deep-throat training today, little slut,” she informs me. Although she is not wearing her full leather outfit to have some more flexibility and to wear the strap-on, she still looks stern when she wants to. Perhaps it is even more frightening that she looks so dominant even without the leather on. I ask, “do I have to fit it into my mouth completely?” Apparently I had forgotten that we already talked about that in text messages, so she reminds me:
Of course. If you can remember, you’re not allowed to cum before you can take > the whole thing down into your throat.
My facial expression involuntarily objects to that, it feels like I would take quite a while to get over my gag reflex. There is no way that it will fit into my mouth, it would have to go down my throat a bit to make it fit. I beg her to go easy on me at first, but she has other plants: “Strict training for such a dirty slut like you,” and I get really aroused by that yet again. My chastity tube is already filled to the brink, I can feel the stirrup digging into my balls. But it seems that now I am just completely fucked and have to learn how to suck her dildo before the device is taken off again. “But I will gag and cry,” I try yet another time to get some mercy from her. I want to be taught dildo sucking, but I would rather just have the humiliation but not the harsh treatment. She seems to think otherwise and tells me that “it’s not training if you enjoy it too much!”
“Enough talking,” she says and takes the leash and attaches it to my collar. Then she instructs me to stick out my tongue like an obedient little dildo sucking bitch. Then I must open my mouth and keep it open as she pulls me down on the dildo. My lips touch the silicone and it feels so humiliating to do this. She does not feel any pleasure from it, and there is no point in taking this inanimate objects into my mouth. I should rather lick her clit and make her cum. Yet the humiliation and cruel treatment that she has in mind is more fun for her than yet another oral orgasm with my tongue. She takes her gloved hand and places it in my neck and exerts just a little bit of pressure. I slide down the dildo and start to gag. She is nice this first time and lets me come back up. But not enough to expel the dildo from my lips completely. After a few short seconds of rest she pulls me down again. I don’t want to yet, I am overwhelmed by this push. The carbine linking my wrist cuffs is pulled taught and my hands are kept on my back. I really wanted to brace myself against the couch to escape the dildo for a second, but that is not going to happen. The dildo reaches the back of my mouth again and I start to gag again. She lets me come up and I pull up higher and ask “can I have a break?”. Her face does not look amused and I quickly learn why:
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To take a breath? Sure. But break from training? No way! You have to finish > what you have started. While we texted you told me that you want to learn > deep-throat. And now I will teach you to do it, in one session. You do want > to have an orgasm again, don’t you?
My face shows defeat and she grins. “Now open up,” she says with a amused tone that gives me a chill. I open up and directly feel the push down onto her dildo again. The dildo hits the back of my mouth but this time I do not feel her pressure on my neck going away as I gag. Instead I feel that she holds me there. And then I need to gag on it again. She still keeps me there. I start gagging faster and need to cough. She then generously allows me to lift up my head again and I look at her with slightly watery eyes. The smile on her face gives away that she likes it just a bit too much to let me go just yet. As soon as I have stopped coughing she pulls me back down onto the dildo, right to the spot where I gag on it. And then she keeps me down there until I start sobbing again. “Stick out your tongue,” she instructs me. I try my best and it indeed lets the dildo slide down my throat a bit further than before. It does not help with the gagging that much, I just cough up more saliva which I feel running down the dildo. From all the gagging on her large dildo I start to cry, tears are running down my cheeks. She sees them as she allows me a short break to catch my breath again. She wipes away the tears and mocks me, “my poor little thing.”
“Down you go again,” she cheerfully says and there already is a bit of horror on my face. I start to hate this training and I feel sorry for myself to have signed up for this. But with cuffed hands I cannot slow down the pace that she sets for me. And also with her commitment to finish training in one sitting I will have no other choice but to show some effort and learn quickly. This time I remember to keep my tongue out and this guides the dildo towards my throat more easily. Still I hate it at this point. She pushes down with more rigor this time, and I can feel the tip of the dildo at the top of the esophagus. It feels as it could never fit in there, yet there is still a long way to go until my nose touches her belly. But I need to get it done sooner than later! So I try to relax and try to accept the dildo further down the esophagus. I fail and start to cry and sob while I soak the dildo in my saliva. She keeps me down there for a few more seconds until she allows me back up. Encouragingly she tells me that I am doing a good job and that it will be only a few more hours until I was able to make it. She would help me achieve my goal of becoming a deep-throat dildo sucking plaything. A few hours? She must be kidding, I hope. But then I also know that it will take a while for my esophagus to sufficiently relax to accept her dildo.
While I catch my breath she checks the drooling precum on my chastity tube. She gets plenty of it before it drops to the floor onto her leather gloves. My mouth is still wide open to breathe, she stuffs her precum soaked fingers into my mouth. The taste is quite familiar by now, and I don’t even object to having it in my mouth. Before I can catch my bearings after the glove intrusion she pushes me back onto the strap-on, even harder than before. This time she grabs my ear lobes with her gloves and forces me down. I have to balance the pain in my hears and the pain in my throat. She is a mean bitch and forces me down more and more. But I still gag and just cannot seem to take it. While she is pulling me up straight by my ears I can see how disappointed she is. “I’m getting bored from this. You will practise a bit on your own, and then we will continue.” Taking off the gloves first and then the strap-on harness, she removes the dildo and attaches the suction cup to the frame of the door in a kneeling height. “Go suck,” she instructs me and sits back on the couch, taking her cell phone and ignoring me.
At the door frame I try my best to get ready to suck it deep. It take a while to properly position myself as I can only move with my knees and have to balance with my hands tied behind my back. I take a shy look over to her, but she seems to be completely absorbed in her phone. Perhaps her friends are texting her about earlier? Shit, they probably make fun of me, ridicule me for how I am such a pathetic little plaything. I must not let these thoughts distract me from training and get sucking. So I part my lips and accept the dildo into my throat. Once it hits the back of my throat, it triggers the gag reflex. So I ease out a little bit and then go for it again. Doing this on my own is much different, I can carefully try to get closer to the gagging point and force myself to overcome it.
I lost time and don’t know how long I have been training for.