INTRODUCTION
I have been a kinkster for a long time and while male, I like to dress in heels and skirts in a masculine style. My default heel height is about 5″, which for a man is about what 4″ are for a woman. I enjoy bondage and pain both giving and taking and also penetration of all three holes. I make good money and am due some leave, so I go online and look for a holiday option to escape the real world and enjoy kink for a bit.
I find an offer for a bondage retreat and book 2 weeks there, giving them the option to extend it at their own cost if they like me. Given the money I have to shell out, I hope they do. My job is prewarned that I might stay away longer. After filling in a long questionnaire and paying, I am told that my travel arrangements are in place and what to do. I am sent a chastity belt with three steel cables, an anal opening and a long urethra tube that I have to wear. There is no key for the lock. At the front is an electronic device that connects to the sound and that I have to partner with an app that I download to my phone. Also in the box is an electronically controlled butt plug which pairs with the same app. It has no external controls. Both charge contactlessly, failure to keep them charged will be seen as breach of contract and it will be cancelled without refund. The chastity belt arrives the Friday before I travel, and included are instructions to put it on immediately. The last item is a corset that I am to wear 23/7 all week in order to get used to it and be able to close it on travel day. It has a pronounced ice cone shape and shoulder straps.
I lace myself into the corset and have 5cm left when I lace it as tight as possible. I take some sterile lube and lubricate the very long urethra tube (it is about 1cm short of my bladder – I had to measure) and start inserting it. OMFG that feels so good. I focus on work for a bit in order to be able to get my dick into the tube and then lock it on. One week of no wanks or sex ahead. The instructions also mention that I need to pair the device with my wifi. And I am to insert the butt plug whenever I leave the house (ie leave wifi range). If not, I get shocked in the urethra. The first time I go shopping I do this and the plug inflates itself to a point where it cannot be removed as I leave the wifi range. Oooof – walking just got a lot more interesting. Also the urethra vibrates in a most pleasing manner and the app says “good kitty!”. I had not expected play to commence so early. I am also quite frustrated from the ‘reward’.
Later that day the app orders me to bed and zaps me as I stay up. I learn that it can check your orientation – horizontal or vertical. It also has opinions on when I need to get up. Grrrr.
The instructions say to last eat something Thursday evening, so that I can spend Friday excreting and then be empty.I also am to get my nails done on Thursday. An appointment with my regular salon has been made and I receive long extensions with scarlet shellac and the same colour on the toes. The plug I am to insert once empty, but at the latest before I leave the house.
My travel clothes are to include the corset with the tight shoulder straps added, laced to a rather stringent waist (which I just about achieve after that week’s training), a skirt, no underwear and the highest heels I can walk 1 km in.
PREPARATIONS
After a few days of rising frustration, I get up on Friday morning, shower and start putting on the corset that I am under orders to keep lacing tighter during the day. It is an ice cone shape with a slight wasp under the ribs and shoulder straps. I am to pull the shoulder straps as tight as possible and then lock. Aas I do this, my phone vibrates and the app tells me to put on flamboyant makeup, so I do as told. I log into work and try to do a normal day’s work, taking breaks to go to the toilet and and to lace the corset tighter. Focussing on work is not easy due to my increasing excitement and anticipation. The chastity belt with the urethra sound does nothing to mitigate the issue. I am also already wearing my high heeled boots, since you cannot put on boots after putting on a corset.
After work I insert the plug in my now empty insides and notice that this time it clicks to the anal opening of the chastity belt. I have no way of disconnecting it again. I also had been sent a box that I so far had not been allowed to open. Once I logged into the app, my buttplug gave a short shiver and went quiet again.
The app displays the instruction to open the box. In it is a steel collar with an attached box and two electrodes protruding on the inside. Also in it is a stiff 3.5″ curved posture leather strap that seems to be intended to go under the collar and has holes for the electrodes. A note in the box says to also pair the collar with the app. I do that and the app displays instructions to match up the collar with the posture strap and put it on. It clicks into place ominously, the lock being by the box and clearly controlled by it. When the lock shuts, it gives me a mild shock and the app displays a note that I am not allowed to speak, or the collar will shock me. So what, I am wearring two of those infernal remote control devices now?? Also, the butt plug inflates a little, just to make things a bit more interesting.
As mentioned, I am already wearing a pair of open toe, lace up, knee length boots with 5cm platform and 18cm stiletto heels and now add a kilt, which, when belted over the corset, makes for a very interesting silhouette, a medieval shirt and a hood to cover the collar. Have you ever tried getting dressed while wearing shoulderstraps and a posture collar? It’s not easy, let me tell you! I had been told not to bring any luggage, everything will be provided. I apply lipstick and put it in the kilt pocket, so I can keep it topped up.
THE JOURNEY
I am to travel by public transport and so make my way to the station, somewhat hampered by my outfit and the plug. As I leave the house, the phone vibrates and the app displays a message to walk properly on a straight line putting both feet on the same line. I am already as upright as can be what between shoulder straps and posture collar, so I take pains to walk propery as well. I am to be there at 18h at the latest, but not before 17:50h. Once there, the app will display which train to take and provide a ticket and seat reservation. On the way to the station, I get a few whistles and compliments from women. The first time I try to reply I get a solid shock from the collar! No politeness for kitty! I arrive at 17:45 and walk into the station, only to get an even worse shock from my collar AND by chastity belt. My knees buckle. My phone vibrates and I check it. The app displays “you are early! Bad kitty! Wait outside until it is time. This infraction has been added to your punishment record.”
At 18:00h the app displays which platform to go to and where to stand, waiting for the train, which arrives shortly thereafter. I go through the barrier using NFC from the app and, as the train arrives, I board and find my seat in first class. When I sit down the butt plug suddenly starts inflating further, to what I hope is its full girth. Which is quite a lot. This certainly is getting interesting! I do not know where to get off (both from the train and otherwise). After several hours a mild shock informs me to look at the app and am told to get off at the next stop and go to the bus stop. I get up early, and walking with the fully inflated plug certainly turns out to be as exciting and difficult as I feared. My erection being contained in the tube and pushing against the urethra tube only adds to my excitement.
After a few steps the vibrator in the plug comes on, and a moan escapes me. This lead to a strong shock that nearly makes me moan again. The app displays another notification that this has been added to my record. I collect myself and walk on as if nothing was the matter. When I reach the bus stop, I am informed by the app which bus to take. It is leaving in 45 minutes, so I head to the waiting area and sat *SHOCK* I jerk up again.
A message on the app informs me that I am to stand at attention (not stiff, but legs together like you’re supposed to when wearing a skirt) and wait for the bus. Parade rest is not allowed. That is going to be fun in my heels! Also, standing still with the vibrator, which had now switched to a random pattern, will be even more interesting.
As I stand there, waiting for the bus, I notice a woman gently making her way towards me in what are clearly Pata heels. She is wearing a niqab and the shape indicates that she might be gagged underneath it. A light summer dress that is tailored to an ice cone corset, probably a posture collar and short ankle boots with pata heels conclude her outfit.
I politely nod to her and feel my plug inflate further. Deep breaths, kitty, deep breaths (but there is the corset)! She stops and looks like she is being shocked until she stands next to me in the same position, our elbows touching. In her heels (which are slightly higher than mine are, without platform (!) she goes about to my ears.
A short while later a very tall woman in a calf length pinstripe mermaid skirt, which is so tight that the knees can barely come apart, gently saunters up to us. The skirt is very high waist and appears to have a waist cincher built in. She is wearing a patent leather bullet sports bra as a top and a pinstripe spencer, as well as a very high neck corset that goes beyond the base of the skull at the back. On her legs are pony ankle boots with a locked ankle strap over fishnet stockings with seam. From the sound of her steps there are horseshoes on those boots. The size of the woman indicates that this woman might not be one genetically. Their tits are glorious though. They also step into our line, apparently with some prodding in their nether regions and checking of mobile phone.
The last arrival before the bus is due is a man of the surfer type, who is wearing PU shorts of the butt cheek splitting type, with a visible bulge in front that seems to indicate some kind of chastity device and probably a shocking device too. A small bulge also indicates the presence of a butt plug. His top is a short net shirt and he is wearing fishnet leggings over bare feet. He is rather a yummy muscular surfer type, including the shades which haven been pushed up into the hair. Around his neck is a heavy padlocked chain – not tightly, but too tight to be able to be pulled over the head. He is wearing a holster bag where his mobile is. He gets directed between me and the shorter woman, reaches out with his hand, pulls me down to him by the ring of my collar and snogs me deeply, which I return with interest. This appears to be allowed? He then steps into his correct rank on the other side of the shorter (and probably only) woman. I turn to the woman with the niqab and want to reach for her, when I get a solid shock in my dick. OUCH! So clearly no snoggings for me.
A few normal passengers have also arrived and are looking at us with appreciative eyes. Their attitude indicates that they seem to be used to weirdos showing up and taking this bus. The bus arrives and turns out to be a low floor ‘kneeling’ bus, which allows our handicapped selves to get on, if not easily for the wearer of the hobble skirt whom I have to help board – nice opportunity to cop a feel of their butt. The drive takes a solid amount of time, I cannot say how long since my vibrator came on again and I and, from the looks of it, my fellow passengers, spend the journey in a blissful daze.
Arrival
Eventually I get a medium shock that makes me regain focus and I see that we are pulling up to a gate lodge that is in what seems to be an endless wall around a country estate. We get off – the others clearly also having been shocked – and the door of the gate lodge opens with a woman wearing a PU sports bra with bullet cones over butt cheek PU leggings with a crotch zip and ballet wedge boots waving us in. The leggings are of the camel toe kind, showing her labia.
“Welcome to The Summer Camp! I am Paula and a fellow inmate. You will address me as Donna Paula for the time being.” She says. “We’ll prepare you for the last step of the journey before you walk up to the house.” She leads us to a room, where 8 one bar prisons are anchored in the floor. “Stay here!” she orders, while she reaches under the first woman’s niqab and seems to be getting hold of a ring by which she pulls her to the first pole. “Bend over!” The woman eagerly obeys and Paula pulls up the skirt of the dress, revealing a venetian chastity belt that shows a vaginal plug and an anal oping into which a butt plug is locked, very much like what I am wearing. She removes that and orders “Fatima, you can go upright again. Now step here,” pulling Fatima into position over the bar and, after lubricating it, starts raising it, clearly inserting it into Fatima’s bumhole as far as it will go. She tightens the thumbscrew that is out of the occupant’s reach, leaving Fatima nice and impaled and incapable of moving from her assigned spot.
“OK, next. Tom!” The surfer gets grabbed by his chain and directed to the next pole, where he is ordered to position his heels on a steel pipe that makes him stand on tiptoe. He then also has to bend over and his crotch zip gets unzipped and the butt plug – the same as mine – gets deflated and removed. The pole gets inserted and arrested, fixing him in place.
Now it is my turn. I get grabbed by the ring of my collar, directed over the pole and ordered to bend forward. My plug gets deflated and removed, making me feel both relieved and disappointed. I then get directed over the pole and impaled on that rather big dildo. I sigh conten- *shock*.
“Yes you silly kitty, you are still not allowed to make a sound.” Paula tightens the thumb screw on my pole and moves over to the tall woman. Standing impaled with no ability to get off the impaling device due to wearing heels is a weird and arousing feeling.
“Alright Sam, you, we will have to get you into a different outfit. Strip please!” Sam strips and neatly folds their clothes, handing them to Paula. We see that Sam, who has both a penis and glorious boobs, is wearing a chastity cuff that has holes for the balls, so they are separated to the sides. There is of course also a shock unit attached. That must have been interesting with that tight skirt. Paula puts the clothes onto a table and orders Sam to bend over, removing yet another one of these butt plugs. They then also get impaled on the bar.
I note that the dildoes on the bars are of different sizes and remember that that was a question we had to answer. Paula comes back with a corset that is quite similar to mine and starts lacing Sam in. She looks up:
“Oh sorry guys, I forgot something!” She walks over to the table and picks up a rather small wrist cage that has a chain attached to it. “Fatima, please put your hands on your back!” Fatima obeys and Paula expertly cuffs her, attaching the, clearly premeasured, chain to the back of her collar, so that, while being in a very comfortable position, her hands are in the small of her back and cannot reach her backside. Paula snogs her deeply and fondles her tits, then picks up another, rather bigger, cage from the table and walks over to me. I already have my hands on my back. “Good kitty!” she says and restrains me in the same way as Fatima. She then snogs me and pinches both my nipples. It really is very comfortable bondage, but I do feel more helpless and vulnerable, which is of course exactly the point. My cock is straining its confines in the tube of the CB, while pushing against the urethra sound, creating a fantastic feeling. I am so horny. I have been locked up and increasingly excited for eight days now…
Tom gets exactly the same treatment as Fatima and with that Paula returns to Sam, cuffs their hands in front and continues lacing them in. Enough time has passed that their body had a chance to get used to the corset and it can be tightened. Sam is then wrapped in a sleeveless and shoulder free leather dress. Paula transfers Sam’s hands to their back and also chains them to the collar.
“Stay here, you lot!” She walks to the door and flicks a switch, which brings the plug in my butt to life, and judging from the others’ reactions, theirs too. She leaves the room and us to our own devices. After a bit, my dildo even starts thrusting. I can’t help but moan and notice that I don’t get shocked. Soon we all are moaning and eventually screaming with orgasm. Well, -ish. As I approach orgasm, a ring around my penis tightens, which together with the urethra sound that goes past my prostate, makes it impossible for me to ejeculate, which is how one gives men multiple orgasms.
So I keep having smaller orgasms. It seems that that infernal control device that Paula attached counts orgasms, because the stimulation reduces after 5 of them. I am sweaty and weak kneed, but still have to stand straight and at attention over the one bar prison. As I come to my senses I notice that the others also seem to be settling down. We all are sweaty and panting, Fatima seems to be having a somewhat difficult time under her niqab.
On we go
“So, are we all refreshed? Your electronic gags are active again. I will make a few modifications to your outfits and then you can be off to the house.” Paula says as she comes back in. She removes Fatima’s niqab. Fatima turns out to be a complete stunner. I see that there is a transparent plastic pipe sticking out of Fatima’s nose.??? She is also wearing a panel gag that is locked over the panel. How utterly humiliating. She opens the padlock and unbuckles the gag before carefully removing it. It turns out to be a ca 20cm long transparent penis gag. Wow! I now understand that that plastic tube means that she is intubated through her nose. Fatima had effectively been deepthroated for the whole journey. I am soo impressed and even hornier. Fatima notices me staring openly and winks at me. I melt and want to take her there and then – not that there is any hope of that.
As the gag is coming out, we see Fatima struggling to swallow all the drool that had accumulated in her mouth. Paula deposits the gag on the table and picks up thigh bands which she connects to the chastity belt and to the crotch piece of the belt with a very short steel cable. This has given Fatima some time to swallow the drool and work her jaw for a bit. Paula wipes her face, again kisses her deeply and also gives her some water to drink. I realise that the niqab must have had something to prevent all the drool from leaking. Paula then picks up a ring gag with a tongue depressor that she fits tightly into Fatima’s mouth. She then starts doing Fatima’s gorgeous smooth and long black hair, brushes it sensuously and puts it up in a high ponytail. The strap from the gag is arranged precisely in her neck so as to look pretty. I am getting a hard on again and really want some alone time with Fatima.
Paula moves on to Tom and applies an identical gag and also brushes his hair. She applies a pair of cuffs above his knees and chains them together with a 4″ chain, effectively hobbling him. She moves on to me and gives me the same treatment with gag, ponytail and thigh cuffs connected to the CB. That gag is drool inducing, let me tell you! Sam gets the same bondage as Tom, but their hair gets put into pigtails.
Moving on
Paula takes a chain of maybe 1.5 metres length and locks it to Fatima’s posture collar. She lets the bar down and leads Fatima out of the room. A moment later she comes back and takes Tom. Then it is my turn. As I step out of the gate lodge, I see the two others, Fatima chained to a golf cart and Tom’s collar chained to the back of Fatima’s. They are moving us in a coffle! I am getting yet another erection. Paula chains me to the back of Tom’s collar and shortly after I feel a chain being locked to the back of my collar, so Sam is now clearly also here. Walking in these boots is certainly challenging, especially as I get shocks when I don’t walk fully upright or don’t put my feet in front of each other.
The golf cart starts moving slowly with no driver in sight. It clearly is a drone. While I think that, I hear the unmistakable sound of a quadcopter and see one filming us as we slowly and as elegantly as possible make our way along the fine gravel road. I am doing OK with my chunky heels, but Fatima is clearly struggling in her extreme stilettos and Tom is also not having an easy time. He seems to have very soft feet. Later I find out that he had a pedicure that removed all the horn skin on his feet the day before. We wind our way through beautiful landscape, struggling to walk elegantly, drooling from the tongue depressors and panting from the exertion.
The House
Eventually we arrive at a big Georgian mansion with a porte cochere. Inside the port cochere, 4 people – 3 women and a man – are standing at attention, clearly impaled on one bar prisons. As we arrive, we can see the poles being automatically withdrawn. One of the women, who is wearing a leather mini dress over an ice cone corset and 6″ sandals that are locked on, walks over to me and asks:
“You are kitty?”. I nod as much as my collar will allow. “The electronic gag has changed program, so you can make noise. Do not try to articulate. Meowing and purring is allowed.”
“Mrew!” I confirm, while feeling Sam’s chain being detached from my collar. The woman continues:
“I am Sue, you will call me Dona Susanna.”. She is maybe 5’5″ and very well shaped. Not a stick insect and well rounded. Looks to be in her mid 40s or so. She unchains me from Tom and pulls me through the big entrance. Here I see Sam being attached to a St Andrew’s cross, naked but for corset and heels and with nipple clamps already attached. Sam’s attendee is removing their chastity cuff and Sue pulls me to my knees in front of their crotch. She painfully grabs my hair and pushes my open mouth onto their erection. It just fits into the ring gag. I push my tongue as far forward as I can and focus on not gagging, as their penis is rammed down my throat. There is nothing I can do with my tongue, so all I can do is to deepthroat them, bobbing my head forward and back as it is being moved by Sue. Thankfully they are as ready to come as I am after today’s exertions. I cannot swallow, but Sue pushes my head all the way down their dick, so their spunk is going straight down my throat. Sue helps me to my feet.
“Good kitty!” she praises me and wipes my mouth. She then leads me to a spanking bench and makes me kneel on it, strapping me in.
“Here is your welcome, 12 strokes with the cane! Oh and the punishment for your transgressions on the way which will be another 6.” she says, showing me a 1″ cane and holding it up for me to kiss it. I comply as much as I can with the gag and receive a thorough caning on my bum that has me in tears after four strokes and thinking about safe wording from the 6th stroke on, never quite reaching that bar. After the 12th stroke, I am floating through subspace and tears and snot are running. I get no reprieve as an actual dick enters my butt and I am treated to a thorough pounding from what I assume to be Tom. We somehow manage to come together (no orgasm limitation this time!) and I dissolve into a puddle. Sue comes with a damp towel and wipes me off and lets me relax in my bondage for a bit.
Settling in
I get led on marble floors through long hallways until we arrive at a door that has a cat symbol on it. Sue opens it and pulls me in, closes the door and leads me to the bed. She turns me around and pushes me onto the bed *bounce!* I lie there and she produces a key from the night stand’s drawer, lifts my kilt and unlocks my chastity belt but not the thigh cuffs. She just unlocks the lock holding the steel cable to the belt.
She removes the belt, pulling out the urethra tube, and puts it aside. She also removes the steel cable and locks my thigh cuffs directly together. She then reaches under her skirt and I see her fiddling with a padlock. She opens it and I see that under the vaginal shield of her chastity belt she has a ring that is pulling her pierced labia apart.
The shield has a medium dildo attached which she is pulling out. “We all get an actual vaginal penetrative orgasm when somebody new arrives, so let’s make the most of it. I had mine when I arrived 2 weeks ago.” She straddles me and we both moan. She impatiently pulls my shirt out of my kilt and pulls it up to my neck, pinches my nipples and then puts clover clamps on them.
“Meeow!”
“Yes kitty, is that nice?” She starts riding me and I thrust as much as I can in the corset.
As we both approach orgasm, she reaches down and takes off both clamps quickly. I scream and come, bucking wildly, which also sends her over the edge. Once we recover, she gets off me, ungags me and moves to a 69 position, clearly intending for me to lick her clean while she does the same for me.
We rest on the bed, enjoying the afterglow for a bit with her snuggled up to me. Eventually she turns me over and opens my wrist cage and removes the chain from my collar. She unbuckles the belt of the kilt and helps me take it and my shirt off, then unlaces my corset and unlocks the thigh cuffs
“Take off your boots!”
After complying I do some stretching exercises to regain mobility and get the blood flowing again. She grabs a chastity cuff with an elastic belt. The penis piece is wide open and supports a long and thick urethra sound, the first part of which is steel. There is some antiseptic lube.
“Put this on!”. I put on the ring and belt without problems, and lube up the long sound. Oh my god. I gently start inserting it, but it is very thick. “Keep going, it’s 9.5mm. You are trained to 8mm, this is within parameters”. I moan but keep pushing gently. She snuggles next to me and caresses my nipples. As I reach the end and push it in place, she hands me the lock. I insert it and remove the key.
“See? All secure!”. She says and bends down to take my dick into her mouth. She sucks a bit just to tease me and comes up again.
“And very nicely accessible too.” She unlocks my collar. “These things are supposedly watertight, but that is not quite reliable.” She buckles a clear PVC collar around my neck, locks it, clips a chain leash to it and pulls me next door to the bathroom. Walking barefoot after such a long time in heels is taking a bit of adaptation. The bath tub is a 4 person jacuzzi, already filled with steaming, foamy water. “Get in you!”. The water is as hot as I love it. I sink in and notice that Sue is also disrobing and both her holes are accessible at the moment, even though she is wearing a Florentine chastity belt. She notices my gaze, smiles saucily and motions me to a box:
“You get to pick the next one!” The box contains dildos in several sizes and shapes. I pick a thick one that has ribs and spikes. “Oh you mean kitty! I will not take it easy on you either then!” She bends over and I gently insert the dildo and lock it in with a padlock that has no key in it. She unlocks her leather collar
“You have your own key?!” I ask.
“Well, as an exception for now”. We bathe luxuriously, cuddle and snog. When we get out, we hear a distant gong. “Perfect timing” she says.That is the 1 hour gong for dinner.
As we return to the room, I find clothes laid out: A leather 3/4 length mermaid skirt, Oxford shoes with 2″ platforms and 7.5″ heels as well as a very high arch. Fishnet stockings and a suspender belt. With that came a cummerbund, dress shirt, and spencer jacket. Sue removes the PVC collar and tells me to get dressed.
“When you are done, do your makeup!” I get dressed, leaving the jacket off and vaguely wondering about the absence of a corset. She produces a leather bow tie with a ring under the bow and a locking buckle in back and locks it on me.
Then I go to the bathroom that unsurprisingly has a cosmetic set in my colours and do my makeup. I go with elaborate and intense. I come back to see Sue in a stunning evening robe in burgundy silk satin and significantly taller. On my look she showed me that she was wearing platform ballet ankle boots.
“Wow Sue, that is very impressive – and sexy!”. She is also wearing a high neck corset, from which thin sparkling chains lead to matching wrist cuffs. The bondage is clearly only symbolic, there is no restriction from the chains. Somehow she has full makeup on, I assume people came in and helped her.
She predictably clips a leash to my collar and leads me through more hallways to the dining room. I have to focus on walking properly with those heels and the tight skirt. I am practically sashaying. Sue seems to be in similar straits. She shows me to a chair and seats me (huh? I thought that worked the other way around?). I then feel a chain being locked to the back of my collar. It seems to be attached to the chair and prevents me from bending forward too much. Ah! We are clearly supposed to be on best behaviour.
Dinner is excellent and I and the others do it honour after fasting for a day. We talk about everything and anything apart from kink. It had been made clear that that subject is not permitted. After dinner the woman at the head of the table rises and welcomes the new people.
“Enjoy your time here and be kind to each other.” She is the only person in the room who seems not to be under any kind of restraint.
After dinner Sue leads me back to what clearly is our room. She unlocks my collar and gently undresses me while I do the same for her. She locks the electronic collar back on me and hands me a pair of ballet splints that will keep my feet in en pointe position.
“Put these on. You said you wanted heels training, this starts now. If you need to go to the loo, it will have to be on all fours”. I sit on the bed and put them on, locking them with the padlocks Sue hands me.
Yikes, that is stretching my tendons and just a bit sore. I said so and she said “good, then they got it right. They’ll be modified a bit for every night to keep them challenging.” She pushes me on my back, pulls out her mobile and taps something in. “Your collar is now set to pet mode too. If you go beyond 30° from the horizontal you’ll get reminded. 45° and you get zapped, my kitty.” I meowed. “Yes, good kitty. Oh and you can sit on the toilet and bidet, but it only works for a foot around these two”. She takes a leather thing from a chest of drawers and comes over to the bed. “Here, put this on, lube is on the night stand”. It is a strap-on harness with a big internal dildo, 1 cm thicker than what I had answered as my maximum.
“Meeeow?”. “Yes, it’s a bit bigger, you need to stretch yourself.” So I dutifully lube the dildo up and put the thing on, all while lying down. Oof that was big. Once it was on, Sue locks the buckles and kisses me with her hands in my crotch, fondling my balls. Things progress nicely and she rolls over and presents her butt. “Fuck me, my tom”. I proceed to do so, every thrust of the strapon also ramming the dildo into me.
She comes, loudly and repeatedly. We cuddle again for afterglow. “Thank you kitty. Now, you have the choice. You get one small orgasm for every one of mine, or one big one for 10. If you can last to 20, you get both. What would you like? I am so horny that I say “the small ones please, Donna Susanna”. “Sure”. She gives me the key for the harness and tells me to take it off, which I do. I remove the condom from the internal dildo and replace it. With my mouth because I can. She takes it from me, adjusts it for her smaller frame and puts it on. She caresses my breast and puts clover clamps on me, this time setting a timer on her phone.
“Now give me your ass you randy tom!” I roll over and stick my ass in the air. She applies a bit of lube with her fingers and then enters me quickly to start fucking me for dear life. Like before, I cannot ejaculate, being left with those shivering miniorgasms. After three, she pulls out of me and snuggles. “Computer, lights!” She removes the harness and we fall asleep in the big bed.
I wake up from being thirsty. Earlier on she had pointed to a water bowl by the dresser, from which I could drink on all fours. I get out of the bed onto the floor and a slight light comes on, enough so I could see where I was going. I drink and return to bed.
I wake up from somebody sucking my dick.
“Mrrrrrr?”I enquire sleepily. Sue continues sucking until I am squirming.
“Now go and have a bath. It’s already been run and no words, just kitty sounds, clear?”
“Meeeow?” I point at the ballet splints,
“No, they stay on. The leather is water resistant.” So I go off on all fours for my bath, making sure not to get the collar too wet. As I make my way back to the bedroom, she asks “Do you have to go?” I nod. “Then go now”. When I come back, there is a pair of heelless ballet boots with a rigid shaft out as well as a complicated looking leather contraption and a corset. She gives me the keys for the splints. “Take these off and put on the boots!” She disables pet mode on her phone. As I sit on the floor, having put on the boots with ballet toe protectors, she pulls down a spreader bar from the ceiling which has suspension wrist cuffs attached.
I recognise a corset lacing station when I see one. She puts my wrists into the cuffs and starts pulling the spreader bar up. I move from sitting to being on my knees and eventually standing up. “Oowww!” My toes hurt. As I am being pulled up further I end up standing en pointe, thankfully with some of my weight supported by the suspension. She brings over yesterday’s corset and starts lacing me in, taking breaks to let me adapt. After one hour I am less hungry and fully laced in. She lowers the suspension and I kneel, not being able to stand en pointe without heels. She then tightens the shoulder straps, so that I kneel fully upright.
“Get on your tummy and put your heels on your butt. I am reactivating pet mode.”. She laces me into a pet harness that keeps my legs folded over and the front of my feet pulled towards my butt, making the en pointe even more cruel. After this then orders me to put my hands on my collar and puts similar bags on my arms. The points where the knees and elbows are, are clearly padded. I am wearing a bitch suit! “Get on all fours!”, she orders. I do and it is a weird feeling, head down and ass in the air. I feel something encircling my scrotum and it being pulled back and attached somewhere. “This is a non rigid humbler, my kitty, so don’t even think of going flat on your belly!” She then spreads my buttcheeks and inserts something cold that she then proceeds to expand and lock. A locking buttplug, oh joy! I feel something furry tickling my bare skin. Oh and it has a tail as well! She also puts me into a head harness with cat ears and blinders. She clips a leash to the back of the collar and leads me to the floor length mirror where I can admire myself. The humbler keeps tugging on my balls as I walk, making it very clear that going forward to lie on my belly was not going to happen. And my, this is slow and exhausting!
“Such a cute kitty. By the way, the collar is set to kitty sounds only”. She then clips the leash to the foot of the bed and puts on weird looking ballet boots that have a high platform, no heels and lock on. “Yes, I have my own training objectives.” She pulls a short leather corset dress over her head and rings a bell. Shortly after, there is a knock and a ball gagged maid comes in and attaches her to the suspension bar. One hour later she is fully laced in and I am thoroughly tired of being on all fours and unable to talk.
Sue gets uncuffed and picks up my leash to lead me over to the dresser, where she puts down a bowl of muesli and one of tea.
“Here, have your breakfast!” So I eat and drink like a kitty, which makes me all excited again. She also is having her breakfast. She disappears into the bathroom and takes a while there, then I hear the toilet flush and other running water sounds. She comes back out, somewhat wobbly on these extreme shoes, and picks up two bells from the dresser, which as I find out shortly, come with nipple clamps.
“Ouch!” *shock* “Meeeeew!” I say plaintively.
“Yes kitty, such is life”. She grabs my leash and, somewhat teeteringly, leads me out the door.
End of chapter one.