Finally, it’s all over. After months in isolation in my lonely flat the government has lifted the lockdown, relaxed social distancing and we’re all now free to go about our business as usual. Working life is going back to normal and my favourite kink event has decided to put on a huge play party to celebrate our new found freedom.

Mistress Terra

For the last few months, I’ve sat in my studio apartment desperately clinging to the hope this day would come sooner rather than later. As each deadline approached the excitement inside me built with every hour that passed, only for a crash of disappointment when the lockdown was again extended. It was a never ending emotional rollercoaster and I grasped desperately for anything I could to keep me going. I turned to the Internet and religiously followed some pro-dommes I’d dreamt of serving for many years, lapping up all of the videos they uploaded daily. I thought my cock might fall off with the amount of rigorous wanking I did and after six long weeks on my own decided that I needed to make a change.

Every morning I started to wake up at 5 am instead of having a leisurely lie in I’d quickly become accustomed to. I did some yoga, hit the punch bag and got out for a 10km run before most of my neighbours had crawled out of bed. I worked through the day and ate sensibly in the evening, making sure that I did a few hundred sit ups before bed. I had a goal in mind and at the end of this, I’d have something to look forward to.

In the first week, I dropped a few lbs and felt more positive, but the urge to wank myself dry kept threatening to derail my focus. I needed help, so I bought a chastity device and contacted my favourite Dominatrix, Mistress Terra, to take control over my cock. We came to an agreement. She would be my keyholder during the lockdown and, at the first available opportunity, I would get a session with her to be released.

My new chastity cage arrived in the post and, once securely locked to my flaccid cock, I packaged up the key and sent it to Mistress Terra. The moment it dropped into the post box adrenaline flooded my system. On the walk back to my flat I messaged my Goddess and quickly received a reply.

“Good slave. It pleases me to know that your cock is locked in a cage and won’t be touched again until we meet in person. Once you arrive at home you’ll log into my OnlyFans account and watch videos of me for an hour.”

Moments later a second message arrived.

“I want you to think about what serving me as my slave means to you. You’ll watch me intimately touching myself in the videos and think about the first time we meet. Just imagine seeing me in person, kneeling at my feet and, if you obey every order I send to you, I might just use you for my own pleasure and amusement.”

A third and final message landed in my inbox.

“I want to chain you up, arms above your head and your legs spread wide apart with your exposed caged cock hanging between your naked thighs. Think about seeing my long legs in high heels standing before you and a bullwhip in my hands. The smell of rubber in the air from my latex clad body. Your legs are going to tremble with fear and I’ll stroke the whip between my fingers. As I crack it in mid air your heart will pound hard inside your chest. Please Me and I might even bend you over and fuck your tight virgin ass with my strap-on. Now go, do as you’ve been told and message me once the hour ends.”

It went on like this for weeks. Occasionally Mistress would send me a message of the key to my cage hanging between her glistening tits or dangling around her ankle showing off her newly pedicured feet. If I missed a deadline to send her a confirmation picture that my cage was still secured locked to my cock Mistress would send me a picture of her holding the key over a toilet threatening to flush it.

One morning I woke up and got on with my routine. Yoga, punch bag, run, breakfast then started work on the laptop in my office. It had been like this for 2 months straight. I flicked on the TV in my office and the news we’d all been waiting for was plastered across the screen. The lockdown was over, but precautions still needed to be taken for another 2 weeks before everything could return to some form of normality. The wait continued.

In the months I’d been locked in the cage my balls had swollen. They were full of cum and with the teasing videos Mistress made me watch every day it wasn’t getting any easier. Pre-cum had started to dribble out of me uncontrollably as I became aroused with my cock struggling to be contained in the metal device. All I could think about was seeing my keyholder in person and having her unlock me.

After 2 months and 16 days, we were all told to get back to a normal. Adverts for play parties started hitting my Twitter feed and soon after Mistress Terra messaged me.

“Saturday, at 9 pm, London. You’ll receive a message with the location at 8pm on Saturday.”

That was it. Nothing more. I knew exactly what she meant. Our play session was on.

I had another 3 days of waiting to deal with. With my train tickets and hotel booked I did nothing but clock watch. The days of isolation during lockdown were tedious, but this was pure torture. Mistress didn’t make it any easier on me. She sent a countdown message with the amount of hours left until our session every 6 hours along with a picture. The pictures would be of her soaking wet tits showing through a work out top after exercising or the key to my cage between her lips. Feeling a sharp pain as the tip of my cock hit against the end of the cage when it tried to get hard was a constant reminder that I wasn’t in control.

Eventually, Saturday arrived. It was a beautiful day and my journey down to London was smooth. The train was packed, full of people enjoying their freedom of movement again. I couldn’t help wondering if they could tell I was caged underneath my jeans. There wasn’t much of a bulge, but it didn’t stop me wondering. The thought actually excited me a little.

After checking into my hotel I went out for a bite to eat before returning to shower and getting changed into some clean clothes. Without knowing the location I opted for a smart suit and polished shoes. The last thing I needed was to stand out in a crowd for the wrong reasons, so I played it safe.

As the clock on my hotel room wall hit 8 pm a text alert flashed up on my phone.

“Club X, 9 pm sharp. Tell the person on the door that you’re on the Mistress Terra guest list. She’ll give you an envelope containing further instructions.”

I walked to the closest tube station and got the underground to the club. I couldn’t stop fidgeting as I stood in the packed carriage surrounded by people going out in central London for the evening. Were some of them going to the club? My mind suddenly raced with anticipation of what was going to happen once I arrived. I’d waited months and it felt a little surreal that my fantasies were all going to come true.

Upon arriving at the club I spotted a woman at the door with a clipboard. She handed me a plain sealed white envelope when I asked about the Mistress Terra guest list. I walked through the door and entered the club.

Club X is a huge venue with multiple rooms over a number of floors. Each room has a different theme. Some contain bondage equipment including spanking benches and metal cages. Others are dedicated to rope play with numerous suspension points and mats all over the floors. There’s even a medical room filled with sterilised implements and a gyno chair.

On the ground floor, there’s a large open space where people congregate before heading off to play. It also has changing rooms, a cloakroom, two bars and toilets.

The basement is a mystery to me. I’ve never been down there as it’s an exclusive invite-only space with an electronic keycard system at the door just to get in. I’ve been to the club many times but I’ve never been invited down there. Those that have been there told me that there are two black doors with a corridor between them. They wouldn’t tell me anything else.

I opened the envelope. Inside was a beautifully handwritten note containing a list of clear numbered instructions. The list read as follows:

Welcome to the greatest night of your pathetic little life. Tonight you’re here to serve Me and for my enjoyment exclusively. Everything you do from this moment on will be to please Me. Fail to do this and you will be severely punished. Failure to meet the high standards I expect from my slaves and you’ll leave here with that cage locked onto your cock for another 2 months.

  1. Go to the cloakroom and ask for bag 457.
  2. Take the bag to the changing room and read the instructions inside the envelope inside the bag.

Without hesitation, I walked to the cloakroom, asked for bag 457 and made my way quickly to the changing rooms. I placed the bag on a bench and opened it. This time a dark red envelope sat on top of the items inside the bag. It had another handwritten letter and a shiny purple card that was similar to a credit card inside it. The card had the number 2 printed on both sides and what appeared to be a microchip in the top corner.

The letter read as follows:

  1. Take off your clothes and place them neatly inside the bag.
  2. Put on the enclosed latex shorts, wrist and ankle cuffs and the collar.
  3. Take the bag back to the cloakroom and tell them it’s bag 457.
  4. Go to the basement. Use the enclosed keycard in the door.
  5. Once you reach the basement insert the key into the door that corresponds with the number on the keycard.
  6. Kneel inside the room on the floor and face the floor. 
  7. I’ll enter when I’m ready. Only then will the fun begin.

I quickly stripped off my suit and shoes then placed them neatly in a pile on the bench beside the bag. I started with the latex shorts, which were crotch less. The black latex was already well shined and fully exposed my caged cock and ass. They fit perfectly and hugged my skin tightly.

The black leather ankle and wrist cuffs had metal buckles on each one that was simple enough to fit securely to each limb. I ensured they were fitted correctly before locking the collar around my neck. It was made of soft black leather that felt very luxurious and a small metal o-ring hung down at the front of it.

In all my excitement I suddenly realised that a string of pre-cum was hanging from the end of my cage. Looking up I noticed a large mirror hung on the wall in the changing room and I saw myself in the outfit Mistress had chosen for me. I’d never had my caged cock exposed like this at an event before and the thrill sent chills down my spine. I grabbed a tissue from a box sat on a shelf, wiped up the pre-cum and threw it in a bin before picking up the bag from the bench and heading back to the cloakroom.

“Enjoy your session,” the cloakroom woman said to me as I handed it to her. Had Mistress told her what she planned to do with me? I didn’t have a chance to ask as she walked back into the storeroom with the bag.

The club had filled up more since I’d arrived. Numerous subs with collars on knelt at the feet of beautiful goddesses clad in leather, latex and lingerie. Some had a leash attached to their collars, while others were free to complete tasks set by their dominants. Trips to the bar to fetch drinks then hold them until their domina demanded it was common. This was a place where female domination ruled.

With the keycard in my hand, I headed to the basement door. On the way, I walked past a number of open doors to some of the playrooms. The crack of a whip pierced through the cries of submissive males and a few females receiving spankings slaps and being verbally humiliated.

A leggy blonde wearing blue lace lingerie and spiked black high heels had her submissive’s head firmly in her hand forcing it onto the cock of another sub who was strapped naked to a large freestanding Saint Andrew’s cross.

“You pathetic slut. Open your mouth wider and take that cock in your mouth willingly or I’ll force your head onto it. Do as you’re told or I’ll have him fuck your whore ass and cum inside you. I won’t need lube then as I stretch you nice and wide with my thick rubber cock as your gaping ass will allow me to slide right into you. You’ll take it for me, won’t you? Now be a good slut for me. Suck that cock”

In the next room, a sub lapped his tongue over the bare soles of a busty redhead. She sat completely nude high up in a throne chair with her slave lying flat on his back on the floor with his hands delicately massaging Her feet while he eagerly licked at them.

“Good boy. That feels so nice. Work your tongue up my arches. Yes. That’s right. Right there. Softer. SOFTER.”

When the submissive failed to comply she thrust her heel downwards with force into his exposed genitals. He let out a squeal and whimpered but was quickly quieted when his dominant pushed her foot into his mouth.

The plain black door to the basement was at the end of the corridor. There was no sign above the door or anything to advertise what was behind it. Discreet. Mysterious. Exclusive.

I inserted the key card into the slot attached to the door handle and a small green LED light shone to indicate it was now unlocked. I pushed the handle down and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

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