The day dragged on and I tried to keep my mind off of the horrible situation. I watched TV and tried not to move around much, since every time I did, I felt the prison on my cock and the fear returned.The device itself wasn't as uncomfortable as one might think. I mean, it definitely felt tight and restrictive, but as of now, it wasn't unbearable at least. Nothing was having its circulation cut off or anything like that.A hard knock echoed through my apartment. I rushed to the peephole and spied a delivery guy.I opened up and signed for the package: a cardboard box about the size of a briefcase.I sat down and looked at it. It wasn't very heavy, but there were definitely things inside it. I almost ripped open the box before remembering to text the mysterious person back.---I got the package.---I figured the shorter and more to the point I phrased my texts, the less room for error. I was hopefully almost out of this situation; I just had to act carefully.---Good. Open it up. Inside you will find a few numbered boxes. Only open box
. You will find further instructions inside. Understood?---Understood.---I pulled off the tape that sealed the box shut and opened it up. There were, in fact, several smaller boxes inside with numbers written on them in thick, black marker.I pulled out 'box
' and slowly unwrapped it.Inside, was a piece of silver paper and a handwritten message on it. Under the message, were two thick leather straps with metal buckles on them and a pair of handcuffs.What the fuck? Before I freaked out, I read the piece of paper.**** Instructions:**** 1. Fasten the two leather restraints to your ankles.**** 2. Lock one of the cuffs to your wrist, leave the other one free, for now.**** 3. Text me when you have done this.Was someone trying to kill me? Rape me? What had I gotten myself into? I thought about calling the police, but again, I worried that might end up being stupid, depending what this stranger wanted. But what if they wanted to hurt me or something worse?I thought about it longer. If they wanted to kill me, wouldn't they have done it last night? I mean, I was incapacitated enough for them to lock this on me, they could have already done whatever they wanted to me, right?Obviously, I couldn't be sure, but I decided they probably didn't want to hurt me.I followed the instructions, taking the note and the contents of box
onto my bed. I sat down and slid the leather over my ankles. They were somewhat comfortable, but secure as hell. It made me nervous to feel their firm grip around my skin.I checked the box four times; there was no key for the handcuffs inside. If I locked it onto my wrist like the note said, I wouldn't be able to get it off.Of course, having a handcuff attached to my wrist was not as bad as a restrictive metal cage preventing me access to my penis. I took a deep breath and locked the cuff to my left wrist. I got my phone.---I opened the box and followed the instructions.---They didn't respond. I started to get worried.Minutes passed and my chest started to fill with anxiety.Finally, a message popped up. I read it, slightly relieved.---Want to know who I am?---Yes, please.---Unlock your door. Remove your clothes, then sit on your bed and wait for me to arrive. Understood?*---I had no idea how to respond to this. At least I still had my hands free. I would be able to defend myself if need be.---Understood. Doing it now.---After I sent the text, I unlocked my door and got naked. But before I sat on my bed, I went into the kitchen and grabbed my large steak knife. I got on my bed and slid the knife into the drawer of my bedside table. Just in case...I waited for what was to come next, trying to stay relaxed.Another text popped up on my phone.---In case you are thinking of trying something stupid, I'll inform you Escort Fatih of the truth. If I don't text one of my friends a certain code word in ten minutes, she will contact the police, who will be informed of your name and address. Understood?---What the? If something happens to them? What about me? I texted back quickly.---Understood.---A few minutes later, I heard my apartment door creak open and close. Whoever they were, they walked quietly, even on my hard floor. However, I heard the sound of their footsteps... it sounded like high heels.When I looked up at the door to my bedroom, I saw who had been texting me. I saw... her.She was by far the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was tall, especially with the thin, black heels under her feet. She had dark, sheer nylons that went up her thin legs and disappeared under a tight, black dress. Her gorgeous, long, chestnut hair shined, even in the shadow of my hallway.I sat up in the bed as she stood in the doorway."That's enough," she warned. "Don't move another inch."Her voice was more than enough to convince my body to remain still."Good, you have a metal headboard," she mused. "Put the cuffs around the bar and lock your other wrist up."I hesitated and looked behind me. Then, back at the mysterious figure in my bedroom doorway."Can you just tell me why?" I argued, trying to sound diplomatic. "If I cuff my hands, I won't be able to defend myself. I'm not that stupid. You could just rob me or something."She shifted her stance and leaned on her other arm as she pulled a long, silver necklace out from her subtle cleavage. On the end of the chain, was a key."If you lock up that wrist, I'll unlock your crotch," she explained, far too casually.I weighed my options again."Or," she sighed, impatiently, "I can just leave now and I'll take the key with me.""No, please," I mumbled, worried. "Fine, I'll do it." I looped the cuff in behind the headboard bar and snapped it shut on my other wrist.I sat up against the headboard, my hands locked behind me."Good," the woman whispered, inching towards the side of the bed. Her shiny, thick hair bounced as she approached. "Show me. Come on, lean forward. Show me they're locked."I leaned forward, rolling my eyes at how paranoid she was being.She carefully leaned to the side and made sure my hands were securely fastened behind me."Now, what?" I asked, losing my own patience a little. "You unlock this?" I hoisted my hips up towards her, my limp penis slunk to the side, trapped inside its heavy cage.The woman walked back around to the foot of the bed, watching me intently.I felt so weak and vulnerable in her presence, especially being unable to free myself. Her faint, pink lips pursed themselves as she inspected me."Yes," came her response, finally. "You trusted me enough to follow my instructions, so I'll live up to my end of the deal."She removed her necklace and sat on the bed, in front of me. She kept the key on its elegant, silver chain and placed it inside the lock. The mysterious, gorgeous woman turned the key, very careful not to touch my body or penis in any way, almost as if she was unhappy with all of it.The lock popped open and I felt part of the cage over my privates loosen slightly."Ugh, thank you," I offered, trying to sound genuinely appreciative. "Can you take it off now?""Take it off?" she asked, seeming offended. "That wasn't part of the deal. I said I'd unlock you, that's it.""Okay," I thought. "Whatever, then unlock these handcuffs, or give me the key so I can take it off."She placed a finger in front of her mouth, signaling me to be quiet."Come on, I've unlocked your little cage, just wiggle yourself out of it," she encouraged.I frowned. Her eyes were piercingly beautiful. If I wasn't so scared of getting out of this Fındıkzade escort situation, I would be incredibly aroused and nervous of even being in her presence.She remained stern, so I focused down on my groin. I wiggled and struggled, trying to shake the cage off my penis. But everything I tried was unsuccessful."Ugh, I can't!" I moaned, frustrated. "The lock bar is curved through both of the pieces, it won't come out. Come on, please just take it off me!"The woman smiled at my predicament. She seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of this. Is that what this was all about? Was she some sort of twisted pervert who liked to do this to guys?"I already warned you to be quiet," she cautioned. "This is your last warning. You may only speak when I ask you to. Otherwise, I will put that lock back on and you may never see me again. Is that understood?"She spoke so softly and yet it carried a weight of confident dominance that scared me to my core. I found myself quickly nodding, desperate to show her that I understood the situation."Excellent," she purred, crawling right next to me on the bed. "Now, if you want me to do something for you, like pulling this lock off your cage and removing it from your cock, then you're going to have to do something for me. That sounds fair, yes?""Yes," I said, meekly."Good," she cooed, caressing my face with the back of her hand. Her skin was softer than anything I'd ever felt. "I want you to address me as 'Mistress' from now on. Understood?"I nodded, worried. "Understood, Mistress.""Now, what could you do for me, that would merit removing this device from you?" Mistress mused, folding her legs elegantly to her side. The black heels still sat on her nylon feet. "Do you find me pretty?""Hmm?" I choked, surprised, before swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes, Mistress.""Come on now. Don't just tell me what you think I want to hear," Mistress scolded, gently. "I want one hundred percent honesty from you all of the time. So, let's try again. Do you find me pretty?""Yes, Mistress," I urged. She smelled so good; it made it hard to focus. Not that I didn't have enough distractions already. "I mean it. You are extremely attractive and I find you very pretty.""Ohh, thank you," Mistress smiled. She then leaned forward and got her lips right next to my ear. The feeling of her warm breath was unreal. I started to tremble as she exhaled. "I've gotten quite worked up from this whole ordeal with you," she whispered.My mouth dropped as my brain tried to understand what was happening.Immediately, I became aware of my cock. It was suddenly much more uncomfortable inside the restrictive device. For the first time since waking up with this thing locked on me, I realized it was so restrictive, it wouldn't allow me an erection. This was somehow even worse than I'd realized.I was overcome by the urge to beg her to unlock me, but I knew that would only hinder my chances. Luckily, I was able to control myself."What about you, hmm?" Mistress asked, softly into my ear. "I wonder how horny you are. When was the last time you came, hmm? Remember, we are being one hundred percent honest."I thought back, focusing my memory. "Two days ago, Mistress," I said, feeling a little awkward about it."I see," she sighed, running her hand up and down my stomach. "And how did you orgasm?"I felt my face become red. My chest was tight and her stroking my belly wasn't helping."Come on," she encouraged. "There's no reason you should be shy about that. Not when you're already all presented for me like this.""I did it myself," I admitted, humbly. "Mistress," I added, as her fingernails pinched my skin sharply."Interesting," Mistress moaned. Her other hand slid up her nylons and disappeared under her dress, between her legs. "Porn? Gaziosmanpaşa escort Or did you just use your imagination?""Umm," I hesitated, shutting my eyes. "Porn, Mistress."How much longer was she going to keep me like this? I wanted to ask her, or demand it from her, but I was careless enough to get into this situation and now I had to be patient to hopefully get out if it."Bad, boy," she teased, sitting up slightly. She lifted her dress up a little as she pulled a pair of black, lace panties from her waist. Carefully, she brought them down her nylon legs and slid them around her high heels.However, she didn't leave them on the bed, or the floor; she teasingly dragged them over my metal cage and up onto my chest. I could smell their aroma as she slid them over my head and hung them around my neck. The warm scent emanating off of them was too arousing to describe. This woman was the definition of erotic beauty and she knew it."Tell me about the porn you last came to," Mistress demanded. She straddled me, careful not to touch my cage, or hips. "Come on, be detailed."She then gently lowered two of her fingers to her crotch and began to play with herself as she waited for my words. I was so turned on I had trouble breathing."Uhh, well," I mumbled, nervously. "There was a woman, umm, two women.""Keep going," Mistress instructed, slowly fingering herself in front of me. "You want to get unlocked, don't you?""Yes, Mistress," I begged, humbly. "Umm, one was a teacher and she was kind of, like teaching her student, how to, you know, please a woman and stuff.""Is that what you like, hmm?" the gorgeous woman asked. "Watching a sexy, innocent girl learn to please a woman?" Her hand moved faster between her legs now."Yes, Mistress. I mean, it's one of the things I like," I explained, helplessly. My cock strained against the rigid, metal device. It wasn't quite painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable and made me feel desperate to get out of it."Do you know how to please a woman, then?" Mistress asked, her sweet breath all over my neck."I, umm, I think so," I declared, weakly. I tried to wriggle my hands free from the cuffs, but they seemed far more secure than I'd assumed."Mmm," Mistress giggled, mischievously. "Don't worry. We're going to find out."She removed her hand from under the skirt of her dress and presented it to me. Her fingers glistened with her aroused juices. Their scent filled my head and overwhelmed my body. I thought I was horny before, but now I needed out. I needed to cum."Relax," Mistress calmed. "Be a good boy and relax. Does this turn you on? Hmm? Smelling a woman's pussy-covered fingers?""Yes, Mistress," I grunted, closing my eyes tightly. I tried to mentally remove myself from the moment; it was just too tormenting to be teased like this."Mmm," she moaned, giddily, waving her fingers in front of my lips and nose. "Would you like to taste me?"I groaned in response and repositioned myself underneath her. Unable to get my desperate cock comfortable, I tried to be honest with her."I'm not sure, Mistress. I want to, but at the same time, I feel like that it's just going to make me more aroused and I don't know what you want from me, for me to get out.""Hmm, I see," she said, reclining. "You've been fairly well-behaved, considering everything going on today. Perhaps I should enlighten you on the situation, a little. Would that help?""Yes, Mistress," I gasped, relieved. "Thank you.""I wouldn't thank me yet, hun," she teased, putting her moist fingers back inside her pink slit.The way she spoke to me, made me feel like I needed her. I had never felt so lucky and loved, despite the ridiculous predicament I was in. The scent of her panties around my neck continued to make my mouth water and I yearned to touch her body; any part of it."Before you left the bar last night, I spotted you and got you even drunker than you already were," Mistress explained, masturbating to her words. "We got in a cab and came here, where you promptly passed out. I then sized your cock and balls and locked an appropriate chastity device around them."