by Joe Swanson
Scrolling through my favorite fetish hookup app, looking for something that stands out, this was a regular day.
That was until I stumbled upon a profile that went by the name of "RubberMaster" the profile picture of a well build man caught my attention. I clicked on it. The biography section read "I am a TRUE alpha master. I expect slaves to be locked up and willing to comply to my every demands. Think you have what it takes? Inquire within."
Me being the hony kinky dude that I am, decides to message him.
"Hey"
It doesn't take long for him to answer.
"Excuse me? Hey what?" He replies. I knew where this was going.
"Hey sir" I corrected myself.
"Not quite. My slaves address me as SIR, not sir"
"Sorry, SIR. I would love to be your slave"
"Haha. I'm sure you would. Pics now"
We exchanged pics and I shared some of my turn ons and desires. Then he hits me with the question.
"Have you ever been locked boy?"
"Yes I have, but only for a few hours"
"You're gonna have to get use to much longer slave. Go lock up. Here's my number, if I don't get a picture sent to me with your dick in a cage within 5 minutes, I'm blocking your account"
He gave me his phone number and I did as I was told.
"Good boy. Now stay like that until the next time I text you."
"But sir, I have to go to work in 5 minutes, can I take it off and lock up later?"
"Once again, you better address me as SIR. You just earned your first punishment. Now keep that cage on. One more complaint and your number is blocked."
I thought the conversation was over, until I got a second message.
"And another rule, our conversations always end with a thank you SIR. Consider this a warning."
"Thank you SIR"
I don't know why, but I felt the need to listen to his commands. He was so stern and it made me horny as hell. Reluctantly, I went to work with the cage on. It was unconfortable to say the least. All I could think about was my new master. Was he my master? Would be message me again? It was a long shift. The unforgiving metal restraint pressed hard on my erection as I thought about being at the mercy of SIR.
It wasn't only a long shift, it was a long 2 days. As I impatiently awaited his response. Finally on a Wednesday night, I was laying in my bed, on the verge of unlocking my cage. That is when my phone vibrated. I never jumped to look at a text so fast.
"Slave. Be ready tomorrow night. You will bring all of your keys and I will change the lock.
I stood at the front door as he said, and waited to be buzzed in. I walked up the four flights of stairs until I finally reached his door. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened. Standing there was a roughly 6 foot, muscular blonde boy. From what I could see, he had piercing blue eyes and a defined jawline. He was wearing a white tank top, basketball shorts, and black, well worn sneakers. I didn't want to look at his face for too long because of what I was instructed to do. He then pulled me by the belt loop on my jeans and brought me inside. "Strip" his voice commanded. I did as told. He stood behind my and ran his big hands over my hips. He whispered in my ear, his voice deep and infectious. "Now from this point on, you are my slave. I need you to be honest with me and tell me if you are uncomfortable, if you don't feel safe, or if you have to leave.. do you feel any of those?". His voice vibrating in my ears and sending a pulse all the way down to my cock, which was already straining against its cage. "No SIR" I told him. "Good" he replied.
He then put a rubber suit on my. It almost felt like it was too tight, but he managed to get it on me. He then put a heavy metal collar around my neck. Followed by wrist cuffs with mitts attached, so that I could not use my hands. Lastly, he put a think black hood over my head. I was instantly covered in darkness and unable to see a thing. I was so horny. I wanted to cum already. "Ok slave, I've had a long day, I'm sweaty and tired and have work on my laptop to do. You're gonna take care of my feet." He then took a chain and attached my collar to the frame of his bed. It was a very short chain, and all I could really do was kneel at the foot of his bed. "GET TO WORK" his voice boomed. With my hands immobile, I didn't know what I was suppose to do. "You have 30 seconds to figure out what to do or I'm kicking you out" he snapped.
Desperately wanting to serve him, I managed to get one sneaker off by using my chin. Instantly the smell hit me. It was musky, and slightly sour. It was amazing. I buried my nose into his big white sock. It was damp and hot. I took huge, deep breaths as I heard him type away at his laptop. I took the other sneaker off and did the same. I used my tongue to suck the sweat out. He began to get into it and rubbed his feet up and down my face. At that point I couldn't take it. I started rubbing my caged dick with my mitten clad hands. It wasn't much relief but it was something. "Oh you wanna play that game huh" he said. Within seconds my wrists were attached to my collar by short chains. Now my hands were fastened close to my neck, making me unable to touch my caged dick anymore.
I began to get so horny smelling his rank socks, that I had to get a taste of his bare feet. I used my teeth to start to peel off his left sock. I felt him yank away his foot. "You did not get permission to take of my socks, slave. I think your punishment should start a little earlier now." With that, he stood up and I heard lots of commotion come from afar. What was my fate going to be? My heart pounded with fear and excitement. Quickly, I was lifted and placed onto what felt like a leather mat. Then, I felt the cold leather encase me, starting from my ankles. The tight leather sack slowly was fastened onto me while body. As SIR pulled on some strings, my whole body was immobile. I was now trapped in a tight leather sleep sack, unable to see with my mask on, and still with my poor aching cock in a chastity cage. He then took a vibrator and held it against the tip of my dick. The vibration send what felt like electric pulses through my entire body. I tried to move but it was no use, my arms were tight against my sides and the only thing I could love was my toes. "Haha slave" SIR chuckled. "Now you can enjoy the rest of your night. He dragged me and laid me on the floor next to his bed.
I was SO horny and thought there was no way I could stay like this all night. It was only 10:00 pm and I told SIR I needed to be out by 6 am. I began to protest, no SIR, please SIR I'm so horny, I won't be able to sleep." My new master playfully tapped the side of my head with his still stinking foot. "Aww poor slave, that's not my problem. Im putting in earbuds now. Goodnight." After that he took one of his damp socks and forced it into my mouth, followed by a few thick pieces of duck tape. I heard the light click off. SIR then laid down on his bed with his feet dangling off the side. Just close enough so that I can get good whiffs of them, but not close enough to touch them with my face. I tried one more time to move, and my arms were quickly snapped back into place by the ever so tight sleep sack. It is going to be a long, long night for this slave.
To be continued...
