As the train rolled into the station, Josh stood at the doors in nervous excitement as he waited for the train to come to a stop, the doors to open and to release him onto the platform. To release him to his fate and a week of ownership, servitude, and humiliating torture at the hands of his Goddess. His cock twitched in anticipation, pushing hard against the cage he was wearing inside of his skin-tight jeans. Josh had spent the entire 2-hour journey sitting with his bag on his lap and staring at a book he was too anxious to read. He worried constantly that somebody may sit next to him and see the tell-tale bulge of the cage in his jeans. All the time, he was sitting in discomfort from the stainless steel plug pushing against the seat and up into his arse, which he had been instructed to wear.
Josh had followed all instructions to the letter, exactly as his Goddess had requested. He had awoken and sent a photo of his caged cock to Miss Tilly at exactly 5.57am, a time she had requested to ensure complete obedience and create opportunities for failure. Josh knew that any minor deviations to the instructions would be punished severely, something he was certain they would both enjoy, but knew was best avoided… at least for now. He made the first of his 2 mandated strong black coffees before shaving his body hair, at least what he could get to without removing the cage, and then showering and scrubbing his body clean. After the shower he filmed a short video of him applying lube to his arsehole and inserting the 1-inch diameter plug; he had been instructed to send the video at exactly 6.33am.
After this, he prepared and ate his prescribed breakfast of 200 grams of porridge served with a medley of berries, a glass of orange juice and the second black coffee. He then dressed as instructed, in skinny blue jeans pulled over the tight boxer shorts Goddess had picked out for him, black Doc Marten boots, a skinny black t-shirt, extra small so that it didn’t quite cover his full torso, leaving a half-inch gap above his jeans, and the black leather jacket.
On his journey today, Josh had consumed the litre of water which had been mandated. He left his seat only once, walking the length of two carriages to make his way to the toilet, a walk that felt like an eternity; he was convinced that everybody could see his cage pressing against the tight fabric as his cock tried to fight the confines of its prison.
At exactly 9.07am, he was instructed to video call his Goddess from the train toilet and show her that he was wearing both the cage and the plug.
“Oh you are a good little slut, aren’t you?” Miss Tilly said with a giggle whilst on the call.
“Thank you, Goddess. Anything for you. I am yours,” came his well practiced reply. From the video, Josh could see his Goddess was sitting in a busy station coffee shop and making no effort to hide the fact that she was looking at his genitals.
“Now go back to your seat. I have to spend the next week with your sorry face and voice. I am done with you for now. See you soon, Slut.” And with that she abruptly ended the call.
***
Josh and Tilly had known each other since school and briefly dated, they had drifted part and found themselves in opposite ends of the country, until in their early thirties, they had inadvertently discovered each other on a popular fetish site. Chatting and discovering their shared kinks had led to several occasions of online play. After a year, Josh received a short message.
Hello my little cum slut.
We have been playing for a year now and it is time that you put your money where your mouth is and show me how much you can truly take. It better not be all show or I will be very disappointed. I have booked the BDSM hotel we talked about for 1 week. You will meet me there in 3 weeks’ time and hand yourself over to me. You will prove you can take everything we discussed… and so much more. We both know how much I earn so all expenses are on me. I will be your sugar mommy and you will be nothing but a toy for me to abuse. This is not a request. Do as you are told. Bitch.
With love,
Your Goddess
Unable to believe his luck, Josh eagerly replied and 3 weeks later, here he was…
***
10.05 am. Finally the carriage doors opened and Josh disembarked, carrying his backup, packed with exactly the items Goddess had picked out. Josh looked up and down the platform before spotting her and made his way over. Normally she stood at 5 feet 4 inches but Josh could see she was wearing a pair of black leather thigh high 2″ platform boots with a 2″ lift heel, bringing her to 5 feet 8 inches, almost reaching his own height of 5 feet and 10 inches. in the small gap between the top of the boots and the bottom of her black leather skirt, Josh could see her legs were clad in fishnet stockings. Her goth fashion choice was completed with a long leather jacket which came down past the top of her boots. Her coat was open to show a black and red corset, which lifted and presented her magnificent breasts, framing her sexy and slightly curvy frame perfectly.
Josh found he was staring as he walked towards her, and pulled his eyes up to meet her face which was framed with her long locks of golden white hair. He found her beautiful blue eyes and then glanced back down to her neck where she was wearing a long silver chain. His eyes followed that chain, knowing what would be hanging on it; resting gently between her breasts was a small key. A key he had sent her a week ago when he had locked the cage onto himself. It had not been removed since. The other key was frozen in a large block of ice in his freezer at home. To ensure he didn’t cheat, Goddess had instructed him to buy a cheap doorbell camera and aim it at the freezer door. Anytime that Josh would open the fridge freezer doors, it would automatically record and send a video to her phone so she could ensure he was never tempted to retrieve the key and have some relief from the confines of his cage.
As he stared at her, he felt his penis growing in the cage, fighting its prison and begging for release.
“Well hello there, my pet,” she said as Josh approached.
“Good morning, Miss Tilly,” Josh replied, using the names the pair had agreed on for use in public, whilst their true titles for each other would be saved for in private. Miss Tilly had assured him that to passersby, it would sound close enough to her real name and they would simply assume they misheard the name Matilda, or some other similar term, whilst the northern term of affection, pet, would sound far more socially acceptable than Slut or the many other derogatory terms she enjoyed calling him, and he loved to hear.
The couple embraced in a hug. Miss Tilly tilted her head up and found his lips, her warm mouth offering him a gentle kiss as he felt her hand first drop down and squeeze his backside, before continuing round and squeezing his crotch, testing to feel the cage within his trousers.
She giggled as she broke the kiss, and whispered into his ear, “Now there’s my good boy.” His cock twitched hard.
Josh was instructed to drag her large hot pink wheeled suitcase whilst she carried a large leather satchel, as she took him by the hand and led him through the platform, ticket check machine and onto the concourse before surprising him by leading him into, and through a coffee shop, the staff only door, and into a large toilet room, where she immediately bolted the door shut.
“My friend works here and we get it for 15 minutes. Strip off now, you little whore, and I swear to god you better pass inspection, or I will be putting you straight on the train back home. Chop chop!”
“Yes Goddess,” Josh said quickly and immediately began to strip, first removing his boots, followed by his jacket, t-shirt, jeans and boxers.
“Arms out, good boy… turn around, yes, good slut…. Spread your legs and bend over, very good. Spread those cheeks for me. Let me see that plug…. Very good. Now, stand up straight for me.” Now Miss Tilly took the cage in her hand, lifted it and tugged, turning and manipulating the cage as if to inspect it but pulling hard enough to cause discomfort. She let the cage drop and then gripped his balls in her other hand, squeezing hard.
“You are a good little slut for your Goddess and have passed inspection. Though I am not happy about all this precum on my hand, that is what dirty sluts do. I think you better lick it clean, don’t you?” Before he could respond, her fingers were pushed into his mouth for him to taste his own salty leakage, which he obediently licked and sucked clean.
“Now for your second test. Tell me who your cock and arse belong to, and recite the rules. In no particular order, but if you miss any, or get any wrong you will be punished severely… and if you don’t get enough, you will be on the next train out of here. Do you fucking understand?” She had leant in close to his face to say this last part, to show her authority and intimidate.
“Yes Goddess. I understand. My…” She squeezed hard, crushing his balls enough to course a small yelp. “Sorry Goddess, this cock belongs to you for you to use as you wish. This arsehole belongs to you. I am your toy and must do whatever you command. I must not speak unless spoken to. I must only refer to you as Goddess, Mistress Matilda, or Miss Tilly, but may only use that in public. I may not touch my cock. The cage must remain on at all times unless my arms are restrained. I may not go to the toilet without permission. In private I must not wear clothes unless you instruct me to. I must do whatever you say. I may only eat and drink what and when you see fit. I am responsible for carrying any bags. I must walk 2 paces behind you, unless you are holding my hand.” Josh paused, trying to think of any rules he may have missed but drew a blank, so he added, “I give myself completely to you, Mistress Matilda. I am your pet slut and you are my Goddess. Please accept this gift.”
His Goddess squeezed his balls again and then let go. “Very good, you good little whore. I accept your gift, however you did miss 1 or 2 little rules for which you will be punished later, but for now you don’t need to worry about those…” And with this, she swatted his balls twice, letting out another of her girlish giggles that always made Josh feel a flush of humiliation and excitement. “Now, hands on the cistern and bend over for me, present that arse like a good girl. Eyes on the wall, do not look. I have a few more preparations to make.”
Josh heard her rustling in the leather satchel before she began running the tap. She smacked his arse gently, began to caress it and then closed in on his hole, grabbing and roughly removing the plug from his arsehole. He barely had the chance to enjoy the empty feeling before a cold lube dripped onto his hole.
“You have been wearing this all day, you must be very used to it… No, we can’t have that. It’s time to go up a size. It is quite cold so you might want to warm it up first… Open that mouth wide for me, slut. Oh don’t worry, its brand new.”
He opened his lips and allowed Miss Tilly to push the metal plug into his mouth, and he knew immediately that it was at least half a size bigger than the one she had removed.
Whilst he held the plug in his mouth, his Goddess dropped the old plug onto his boxer shorts laid on the floor, lubed up a gloved finger and entered his hole to stretch and prepare him for the bigger plug. She took the plug from his mouth, applied more lubricant and pressed it into his arse which initially tried to resist. Miss Tilly pushed hard and forecfully until he felt the new plug pop in and the flared base pull against his hole.
“Good boy. Your hungry boy pussy gobbled that straight up. One and three quarter inches… I wonder what else I can make it gobble this week… No, keep in that position. There is one more thing.” She peeled the gloves off and dropped them into the boxers with the plug before balling the whole lot up and dropping them into the bin in the corner of the room. “Oh, don’t worry, I brought underwear for you, you don’t need those again.” The tap had been running the entire time and now his Goddess began to push something against his lower back. It only took a moment for Josh to realise she was applying a temporary tattoo. He realised why she had insisted on such a short t-shirt.
A loud cackle erupted from his Goddess. “Oh that is beautiful. Let me take a picture for you to see. Everybody will know who you belong to now.” She showed him her phone and he looked at the picture. On the small of his back, in the traditional position of tramp stamp, sat the words “Mistress Matilda’s filthy little cum slut” across three lines which were neatly framed with a pink and white filigree floral pattern. Below that he could see the pink gemstone marking the location of the plug.
“Oh, we must hurry, we only have 5 minutes left. Did you drink your coffee and water like I instructed and not use the toilet since?”
“Yes Goddess I did. Actually, please may I use the toilet?”
“Yes, I do think that would be a good idea… you don’t know when I might let you go next. Oh but you will sit like a girl for me. Since I own that manhood, you don’t get to stand like a man.”
Josh thanked her and sat on the toilet, at which point she climbed onto his lap, facing towards him.
“Piss for me then!”
It was hard to get a stream going with so much blood rushing into his engorged member but as he began to urinate, Tilly locked her lips onto his and kissed him intimately, forcing her tongue into his mouth as he emptied his bladder. As his stream ended, Josh felt liquid start to run over his caged cock and realised that Miss Tilly had begun to urinate between his legs and onto his member. She pulled away and stood up.
Josh watched as his Goddess stood in front of him, reached up into her skirt and began to pull down a pair of red lace knickers which she had clearly and intentionally just urinated through.
“Get on your knees for me. I had to give you a taste of tonight since you have been so good so far.” She then proceeded to rub her piss soaked panties over his face, ensuring she pressed them into his nose and lips so he could smell and taste her fluid. Beyond the sweet tangy taste of piss, he could also taste her arousal.
“Speaking of tasting what’s to come, we still have 2 minutes left. That gives you one minute to clean me as I don’t see the point in wasting toilet paper when I have you. Do your best to pleasure me in that time as it will affect your pleasure later.” She stepped up to him, lifting the skirt above his head, and pressed her vagina against his face. Josh’s senses were flooded with her beautiful aromas and the taste of her arousal. She was incredibly wet and began to moan very swiftly to the feel of his tongue inside her lips but before Josh could get up to speed, the minute was over and Mistress Matilda pulled away.
“Very good effort there, slut. I will definitely keep you for the week. Now, put those on and get dressed.” She kicked the red lace panties towards him, still wet with her urine, and he obeyed. “Oh. the first rule you forgot… and you will be punished later…” She reached into the pocket of his jeans, removed his phone and turned it off, before throwing the jeans at him. “…Was that you promised to give up this for the week.”
He pulled the jeans on and quickly laced up his Doc Martens before pulling the tight t-shirt on. Glancing over his shoulder to look in the mirror above the sink, Josh could see his new tramp stamp sticking out under the too small t-shirt, not enough for anybody to know what it said, but enough to know it was there. He reached for the jacket and noticed something lying on top of it. A black leather collar with a small tag on it, reading the word “slut” and a silver loop for attaching a lead. He looked up at his Goddess with worry in his eyes. This was not something Josh had expected, to be out in public wearing a collar.
“Oh, don’t be fool boy, put it on. Then put your jacket on. With what we are both wearing, people will only see the perfect little goth couple. Now get the bags and follow me. We have so much to do today.”
… to be continued…