I was out on my daily walk to keep up my exercise regime and get some respite in the healing properties of nature. The sun was out, shining brilliantly on the moist landscape, the red winged warblers were gurgling up a storm of musical notes, and my chastity cage was beating my balls against my legs as I walked.

I came upon a beautiful young goth girl who looked incredible, though still fresh, and naïve. She had long ebony black hair, a lithe figure, black clothing, and piercings in her eyebrow. Her fingernails and lipstick were black, and her clothing was all black, but becoming to her figure. She looked taut, but strong, as if she regularly worked out, but not to the point of becoming swole.

I said “hello”, and I commented on the deep ruts in the trail from the intense rains that she was inspecting. She responded that she doesn’t usually talk to strangers; her mom told her not to talk to strange men.

I assured her that she has nothing to worry about with me since I am, um… literally locked up, that I am owned by an out-of-town Mistress,

“What does it mean that ‘you are owned by a Mistress?'” She asks.

I told her that I am completely subservient and submissive to a Domme named Mistress Val, that she controls all factors of my life, and that I have been trained to demonstrate my subservience to all women and to comply with anything a woman asks me to do within Mistress Val’s set limits. The cage is primarily to show my subservience, since my heart medications make it nearly impossible to have an erection, though when I do get excited, it the constraint reminds me that I Belong to Mistress Val. I told her that I am 65 years old and not capable of providing a strong erection for the use of a woman, and as such I have resigned myself to being as useful in service as I can be, and it is this that drives me to be devoted to the demands of my Mistress.

She says that she had heard of such things but had never actually seen such a relationship for herself. She appeared to be an informed feminist and apparently had read or talked to others about things before. She asks me to see the cage.

I told her that I can’t show it to her on the trail without permission from Mistress Val. I asked if I should contact my Mistress for permission, and the young goth girl instantly said that I should. I texted Mistress Val and waited for the reply. While we were waiting for the reply, I suggested that perhaps the young lady would like to talk or text with Mistress Val if she has more questions.

She decides that texting would be good, so I handed her my phone and she exchanged a few messages with Mistress Val.

When she handed the phone back to me, I see that the girl had received permission to use me, and she had asked what the limits are for what she can tell me to do. She learned that I am not to do anything illegal, or anything that would permanently damage her property, that I am not allowed to involve anyone who is not aware and consents to using me, and that I am not to be unlocked. Punishments should be applied when I misbehave, and any disobedience should be reported to her. I learned that the girl’s name is Tiffany.

Tiffany then told me to follow her into a brace of bushes and then to unzip my pants and pull down my underwear to show her the cage. She laughed and giggled when she saw the cage and snaped a picture of it with her phone, as well as a couple of pics of my face and full body shot.

She then texted her mother and told her that she broke the rule about talking to strange men, but found one who is a subbie wimp, and asks if she would like to have an old man slave around the house for a few days. “Can I bring him home, … can I?” she asked. Her mother replies that it depends, and wants to know if I seem safe, and what I look like. Tiffany texted back that she has chatted with my owner, and was assured that I am safe, drug and disease fee, and compliant, and then she sent the photos to her mother.

A few minutes later, Tiffany’s mother replied, and Tiffany told me that she is gonna take me to her house now to do a “show and tell” with her mother.

“Open your mouth, slave!” she said, then spit in my mouth as soon as I parted my lips. I little drizzle from the spit landed on my cheek and she told me not to remove it. She giggled as we slogged out of the bushes.

Miss Tiffany’s House, Meeting Her Mother

We walked about a mile on the trail before reaching the streets. We went another few blocks to her two-story suburban house with a neatly lawn and large entry way. I am surprised that her mother is in the kitchen deviously smiling, and Tiffany led me through the foyer to the kitchen and explained more to her mother about why she has brought me home.

“I got permission to pretty much do anything with him so long as it isn’t illegal and doesn’t maim him, Mom.” She explained. She went on to tell her mother about what I am and how I can be treated.

Her mother became interested after hearing my story and tells me to strip in the kitchen and show the cage to her and her daughter. The mother says that she has been having some hotwife experiences in the past but was getting more interested in the Domme/submissive dynamic of being a keyholder and having a submissive to serve her when her husband is away. She says that she has done some research on Female Supremacy and found that the idea of having a male slave serve her excited her immensely. Her daughter also seemed to be very familiar with the terms and lexicon of Domming.

After I finished stripping my clothing off, they asked me to call Mistress Val and let them speak to her about having me be their slave for a while. Mistress Val consented, and wanted pictures sent of what they do with, and to me. They are told that they can’t have the key to my cage, though they can use me any other way they want.

They laughed and fondled the cage and asked a stream of questions: “How long I have been locked? Does it hurt? How do I keep it clean? Can they have the key?”

The mother tells me that the girl’s father, her husband will not be home for a few days since he is on out-of-town travel for his company, and that she could use a good slave maid to help around the house. “Yes Ma’am. I am at your service.” I respond. She tells me that I should call her Mistress Letitia, or Ma’am whenever I speak to her.

The Mistress Leticia and Miss Tiffany chatted amongst themselves for a while, then decided to keep me for a few days, allowing me to return, supervised, to my house to feed my pets once a day.

Mistress Leticia then told me get on all fours, and to kiss her daughter’s feet, then her own feet. I readily complied and showed them how much I appreciated the opportunity. “He seems like a well-trained pet, Tiffany. Thanks for finding him!” Mistress Letitia said with a wink.

They then asked if I have been trained to service a woman orally. I told them that I have been intensively trained to perform cunnilingus, as well as anilingus, and adult breast feeding. They smiled when they heard my response. It gave me pride that I should be bringing pleasure to these ladies as Mistress Val had instructed.

Tiffany found an old collar of one of her pets, and put it on my neck, and then attached a leash. They led me into their basement and tied me to a workout bench that was up against a wall with some miscellaneous ropes. Tiffany found a couple of small quirts and spanking paddles in her room and brought them down to use on me. Evidently Miss Tiffany had played a bit with spanking before. Meanwhile, Mistress Leticia had put clothes pins on my nipples and balls. Mistress Letitia was sitting on my face, wriggling with her pantyhose on, when Tiffany returned. They both giggled and Miss Tiffany said: “It looks like taking to strange men works out good sometime, Mom, yeah?”

“Ummmmm… yeah, little girl — you done good today!” her mother moaned.

Mistress Letitia had several orgasms on my face as her daughter watched, and then I ravenously serviced Miss Tiffany as well. After she had cum in copious quantities, and had caught her breath, Miss Tiffany asked if I should go feed my cats. As I swallowed her rivulets of cum, I choked out a reply: “Yes Miss Tiffany.”

They both took turns swatting the clothes pins off of me and guffawed each time I cringed and grunted from the pain.

Mistress Leticia agreed to drive me over to my house on the other side of the greenspace and supervise my activities as she finished wiping her cum off her body and sliding back into her Lululemon yoga pants. She had me scrunch down in the passenger’s seat naked except for the collar and cage and one of her pink lacey camisoles, and I worried that someone might see me and report me to the police when we got out of the car.

The Trip to My House to Feed My Pets

As soon as we entered the front door, I am told to strip and then crawl. I immediately complied by removing the lingerie and carefully folding it and knelt at Her feet waiting further instructions. “Now go do your chores, Slave!” Mistress Letitia barked.

Once I had fed the cats, and scooped their cat litter, Mistress Leticia had me take her upstairs and show her my “toy box”. She checked out the nipple clams, humbler, cuffs, collar, leather harness, and spreader bar, had me show her my sissy clothes, had me gather up a few pairs of panties and my maid uniform, remote controlled butt plugs, and cuffs back with us.

Mistress Leticia glanced over at the ensuite bathroom, and I could see the wheels in her mind working.

“Do you have an enema set up in there?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am. I have a shower attachment that I use to clean me out as needed.”

“OK, well go in there and give yourself a thorough rinse and cleaning. That could be good for later!” She sternly instructed. I understood the implications of what might happen later, and despite any trepidations, I jumped in the shower and gave myself several good rinses until it was apparent that I was thoroughly clean inside. I stepped out of the shower, still wet, and let Mistress Leticia know that I had complied with her task.

“Now show me the basement, slave.” She commanded.

I gave her a tour of the basement, the spreader bars, the suspension pulleys, St. Andrew’s cross, the sex swing, the spanking bench, stocks, the remote-controlled Hush butt plug, and assorted other toys and equipment.

She was excited and thrilled at some of the equipment. She “ooohed” and “aaahed” at several toys, and her eyes brightened when she gazed upon the wealth of opportunities she was being granted. She had me stand up against the pulleys for suspension and torture and got a gigantic grin on her face while she mulled all the methods these tools could be put to use. She took a mental inventory and then decided that it was time to head back to her house. “Ooooh, we are going to have soooo much fun for the next few days!” she cooed.

I opened her car door for her and got into the passenger’s seat, still naked, and thanked her for letting me attend to my duties. “Scrunch down on the floor, slave.” She directed as we pulled out of the driveway. She pulled into her garage a few minutes later and closed the garage door. “Grab the stuff from your house and bring them in.” She scolded. I quickly grabbed the bag of toys and equipment, and followed behind her as she entered the house.

“We’re back!” she announced as we entered.