Chanelle’s Christmas Surprise - Sex Stories

Chanelle’s Christmas Surprise

... balls and the plug in my arse, which Mistress taped to my left thigh, making sure that the wires were not so tight that the electrodes would be dislodged. Mistress ordered me to kneel up and I felt Her fiddling at my crotch, but I couldn’t see what She was doing. I felt Her attach something to my right thigh; She then attached a leash to my collar and led me towards the isolation cell.

I saw that She had moved a cage into the cell, pushed it against the back wall and secured it to the wall. She locked a short length of chain to my wrist cuffs which She also padlocked to the front D-ring of my collar. I couldn’t move my hands below my lower chest, not that they were any use. Mistress padlocked short chains to the D-rings at the sides of my collar and She then ordered me back into the cage, which wasn’t large enough for me to stand, lie down or even sit up in. She reached in and padlocked the chain between my ankle cuffs to one of the back bars of the cage, and the chains from the sides of the collar to the front corners of the cage. Like this, I could just barely reach the front of the cage but I could not back up to the wall. Because of the chain from my collar to my wrists if I rested on hands and knees my face was only inches from the floor. Mistress passed the wires out of the cage and left the cell. In the past She had used all of the items on me many times, but this combination was a first and I was puzzled as to what was coming next.

I didn’t have to wait long. ...

... Mistress returned wearing rubber gloves and with a bowl and the panties She had been wearing when She pissed on me earlier. She put the bowl inside the cage where I could just reach it and stretched Her panties over my head ensuring that the arse was over my nose and the soaking wet gusset was over my mouth. After this Mistress produced a harness ring-gag from Her dressing gown pocket which She locked onto my head over the panties and hood with yet more small padlocks. She locked the cage with two large padlocks at the top and bottom of the door.

“I hope you enjoy the taste and smell of my panties, bitch. I wore them for the past three days before pissing in them just now.” Mistress said, with a sadistic smile on her lips. “The harness gag will make sure you can’t remove them and also let you get the full flavour. You will wait here (as if I had any choice) while I get changed, maggot.”

She left both cell doors open and walked out of the room.

I was now secured in Mistress’ locked cage which was secured to the back wall of the isolation cell. I had a leather hood covered with Mistress’ dirty, piss-soaked panties locked onto my head with a harness ring-gag; my hands had been wrapped in tape and locked in mitts, my wrists were locked in cuffs that were chained to my collar, which was also chained to the front corners of the cage; and my chained ankles were padlocked to the rear of the cage. There were electrodes on my cock and balls and in my arse. I had no idea what was ...