The next few days were a bit of a blur. I attended classes, saw some friends, played games and tried to study, but I couldn’t help but feel dazed.

I’d sucked and stroked a real cock. I’d guzzled a glass of cum in front of my new mistress. I’d gone past the point of no return now, and I didn’t know what to feel.

At night, I’d stroke myself senseless and been the slut I knew I was, but the post-orgasm shame after was relentless. Did I really want to dress up and be a cute little slave to this woman I barely knew? Should I have taken the hard drive and never looked back?

I got my answer when I received another email from Mistress Sarina.

Hello, my Kai.

I quivered at that. I was hers.

You did great at your initiation; Cale was most pleased with your performance. I see you’ve uncovered your camera, good.

I need you over here on Friday, 7pm sharp. Your training starts properly, and I can’t wait to see you reach your slutty little potential.

Ta-ta for now,

S xx

Shit. She was right, I had uncovered my camera, and never really put any thought into whether she could see me. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my little cock was rock solid in my jeans. I think that told me all I needed to know – I was going to carry on.

Friday rolled around with the familiar feeling of anxiety and horniness. I’d opted not to let myself cum for a few days, so I didn’t back out. I’d still had plenty of sessions stroking and leaking and dreaming of being a true slut, but I never crossed the point of no return. That helped keep me in the right mindset to soldier on.

After my usual routine of cleaning and getting myself ready, I found myself stood in the entrance way to Mistress Sarina’s house, naked, waiting.

She came through the hallway this time, looking furiously beautiful. She was wearing a deep red leather and latex outfit, with a tight corset, giving me a wonderful view of her cleavage. Her high heels were red too, and they hit the ground sharply as she stormed towards me, flicking her luscious blonde hair back.

Then she slapped me.

“Who told you that you could stand?” She was angry, arms on her wide hips, and I’d fallen to the floor, holding my face and trying to cover my hard cock.

“Sorry…” I began, but then she grabbed my hair and made me look up.

“I don’t usually use physical punishment like this, Kai, but you should have guessed from last time that you belong on your knees.” She looked at me, her expression changing from anger to a sly smile. “And now you are.” Her lips curled into a small laugh as she let go of my hair and watched me rub my cheek where she’d hit me.

“Sorry, Mistress.” I corrected myself, properly setting myself on my knees and straightening my back like I’d seen in countless BDSM flicks online.

“Good, slut.” She stepped back slightly. “I see you’ve cleaned and shaved, and I must say you look very pretty. The minimal makeup look suits you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I blushed.

“Follow me.” She snapped, wandering into the room from last time. I crawled like a dog on all fours, taking in her scent and trying not to cum immediately from that interaction.

She sat on the red velvet chair again, a glass of wine waiting for her, and Cale stood in the spot where I’d worshipped his thick cock just a week prior. He was wearing the same outfit as last time – latex hood, oiled muscles, and a leather pouch that hid his delicious member.

I focused on her, on my knees, back straight. She took a drawn-out sip of her wine, and gulped greedily as I watched, waiting. Her eyes surveyed me, drinking me in. I shivered a little, wondering what she had in store for me.

“I’m glad you came. In truth, part of me thought last time might have been a bit too much. It’s not every day you go from straight-ish boy to a cock sucking slut within a matter of an hour.” She giggled; it was a sweet laugh. My little cock was still standing to attention, and my balls had tightened in the cool air of being naked. I whimpered a little when she called me a slut.

“Now, today may be different to you. You are to be trained, and I can be strict.” My cheeks burned a little.

“Today is about boundaries, and intuition. You are of a submissive disposition already, but I want to see and feel what you would do in a scenario that will become quite common for you. But first, no distractions.” At that last word she bolted forward, slapping my leaking cock down. I nearly came right there.

She held out her hand for me, and I instinctively began licking the precum that I’d stained her with as she continued.

“Good. You should focus on my pleasure, or the pleasure of your partner, more than yourself. I love that you love the idea of that, as I can tell from your clit trying to show itself to me, but you need to really focus. So, Kai. I’m going to cage you.”

I stopped licking as she pulled away her hand. “Cage me? Mistress, what do you mean?”

“Oh, you know. A chastity cage.” She stood and went to one of the drawers on the side, pulling out a wooden box and a tape measure.

Shit. This was real. If I let her put a chastity cage on me, I might never see the key again. She would control a part of my body, fully. A part of my body I really liked to control for myself.

“It’s okay, at the start it won’t be constant, darling.” She was rifling through the box, but I could tell she’d noticed my panic. My clit was harder than ever. It betrayed me.

“Now stay still, and don’t you dare squirm.” She leant forward in the chair again and grasped my leaking cock in her hand. It was like heaven, her fingers like velvet, and she started stroking me. It took everything in my power, tensing my legs, breaking a sweat, not to cum immediately in her hand.

She pumped my cock, gently at first, but then gripped tighter, her hand coated in my precum as she began to twist her hand and run her fingers over the head of my cock.

I began to pant, sweating more, thinking of the scenario made it worse. Here I was, naked, on my knees, being stroked by a gorgeous latex-clad mistress in front of a hulking muscleman whose cock I had worshipped. My mind melted.

Just as quick as she started, she pulled away, my cock on edge, with a bead of precum still connecting it to her hand.

“Good, I need your full measurements.” She smiled slyly again. Then she reached forward and measured my aching cock with the tape measure.

“Hmm. I can certainly say it belongs in a cage,” she mused, noticing the jolt that ran through my body thanks to the humiliation.

“Now the part you won’t like as much.” She snapped her fingers and Cale came over; he seemed to move much quicker than I would have thought. He was holding a glass bowl filled with ice.

“Soft. We need to measure you soft,” she commanded. I tried my hardest to think of anything but her, and Cale next to me, but I couldn’t. My cock stood up, leaking and aching after her assault on me. “Oh shame, my dear. I guess we’ll have to use the ice.” She smiled wickedly.

Cale handed her the bowl, and she brought it down to the ground, placing it underneath my cock and balls. I shifted slightly, accidentally touching the ice with my balls and wincing away. Cale grabbed me from behind, holding me still, and then forcing me down lower on my knees. This slowly submerged my cock and balls into the ice, sending pangs of cold coursing through my body and numbing my cock almost immediately. I squirmed but was held tightly in place by Cale.

“Good job, Cale, I’m glad you know what to do.” Mistress Sarina watched as my cock deflated, it went from rock solid and leaking to its smallest size ever. “Oh, the difference isn’t that much.”

I shivered. She grabbed my frozen and small cock and measured. She got up with a satisfied hum and searched through the box.

Cale let me go and I moved my genitals from the bowl. I resisted the urge to rub them.

I was shivering, cold from the submersion but also still bafflingly frenzied from the situation.

Mistress looked at me and finally decided, pulling out a small metal tube, with a matching small metal cock ring. I knew what it was, I’d seen enough porn. It was a chastity cage for me.

“Now this is the smallest I have.” She flicked her eyes at mine and smiled. “And it should fit perfectly.” She slipped the ring over my still numb cock and balls and then pushed the tube into my small shaft. The blood was pumping back into my cock now and it started to expand but was quickly stopped by the cage. She pulled out a key, clicked the tube in place and locked it.

“Good, Kai. That fits perfectly. How does it feel?”

I whimpered as my cock tried to get hard again, only to be stopped by the metal. It bulged slightly, pulling on my balls.

“It feels, tight, Mistress.”

“Good. In time, you won’t even notice it’s there.”