As I told in my previous post, I was still intrigued by the slaves, and even if the experience with the Actor, who wanted to be submitted to tickle-torture, and which just was weird for me, I wasn’t quite ready to let it go.

I was chatting with this 38-year-old guy, who was working as a blacksmith, but I will just call him the Slave. He was into humiliation. And he was new to the slave-thing. He admitted that he was a bit scared by the hardcore dominas, and therefore he believed I would be perfect.

I wasn’t sure that he was right, but I was still intrigued.

First, we just “played” a bit online. I would give him a task, which he should fulfill, and if he didn’t, he should be punished. In reality he gave me all of the ideas, because he was just so eager to explore that part of his sexuality. It was kind of cute, that I had to slow him down, because I was no way near to be able to fulfill his fantasies.

The remote tasks could be very different. One time I asked him to go into a secondhand shop and buy some female underwear, which in itself was difficult because he was a rather big man. So of course, he did, and sent me pictures of him in it.
Kind of pathetic to look at, but that was of course the whole idea.

Then I could order him to wear it during work, even if it was very uncomfortable for him. I could ask him to masturbate on a workbench and show me proof, or to walk naked around in a forest. Again, most of this was his own ideas.

He was also very intrigued by cockcages. If you are not familiar with the term, it is metallic device, which prevent a penis to get erected, which should be quite painful. They even come with spikes inwardly (!). Brrr … Anyway, he kept asking if he should wear it, and I just said yes, sure.
Then I could order him to keep it on, and often he even kept it on longer than we agreed upon. Like I said, he was very eager to play with his newfound fetich.

We eventually decided to meet, but I didn’t want him into my house, and he was living in a basement apartment at some friends after he had lost a lot of money selling a house in a divorce. So, we agreed to meet up in a location that he had found, where we could be private. This was a summer afternoon.

I was not at all sure of this!

For the first time in my dating life, I was so uncomfortable that I considered to stand him up.

We had arranged that he should be in some bushes away from a road. I should then cuff him to a fence, and then “do things to him”.  As I was standing there on the side of the road, parked behind his car and was looking into the bushes …

I lost my nerve. We have rarely serial killers here in Denmark, but I did not feel safe, so I walked back to my car, and wrote to him, that I couldn’t do it. I could almost feel his panic. So close to experience his kink, and then I was chickening out.

“What if I am already cuffed to the fence?” he wrote back to me, and I considered.
“Okay, but I want to see you do it.”
He filmed while he cuffed his one hand to fence and threw the key to the ground out of his reach.
For a moment I almost laughed, because the grass was extremely tall, and I could just imagine me having to call the police and telling them that I had cuffed a man to a fence, and couldn’t find the key.

Then I considered again, and finally I went into the bushes.

And there he was. A tall and big man, cuffed to a fence and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. That was a strange sight …

He lifted his gaze, and I ordered him not to look at me, and he immediately obeyed, staring at his feet. I saw the key to the handcuffs in the tall grass and put it into my purse. Then I stood there, a bit bewildered. Not knowing what to do. I knew he was wearing his cockcage, and he had even brought a jug of water, as I had told him to (actually, he had suggested it himself, I am mind-blowingly uninspired, when it comes to dominating a man, it seems).

I was supposed to humiliate him, but he stood there, and he was a human being. I can’t be mean to anybody, but then I put on this facade, tried to get into character. I didn't feel that I was good at it, but I gave it a try.

“Give me the keys to the cage,” I said and took the keys from his palm, then I tied his free hand to the fence as well. Now I felt more secure, as both of his hands were tied.
Then I blindfolded him with a sleeping mask, that he also had brought with him. Even better, now he wasn’t able to move or see me.
“So, have you done as I told you?” I asked, referring to the cockcage.
He nodded.
“Are you sure?” I said and opened his pants. Drew them down, so they were lying around his feet.

And sure enough. There his poor thing was, locked into a metal cage. I really do like that part of the male body, and it almost broke my heart to see that poor thing, especially because I could se that he was actually getting aroused by the situation, and it strained to be free.

“So, this is it?” I said, pulling a bit in the cage, which clearly hurt him. I flinched but tried not to let it show. Happy he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I can see how pathetic it is.” I said, but all I wanted to do, was to let it out. “No wonder you want to be a slave, you couldn’t satisfy a woman with that itsy bitsy thing,” I said, and felt like shit for saying such things.

I touched him lightly over some part of his body as I was inspecting him, letting him know my dissatisfaction of his existence and at the end I let him kiss me. Shame, he was a good kisser, but that is not a thing you should normally do with a slave.
I could see his arousal, so I poured the jug of water over him to cool him down. Then I took some ketchup (which I had brought with me) and smeared it over his head, t-shirt and lower body. Then I opened a beer (which I also had with me) gave him a sip, and poured this over him as well, so that he reeked of it. I also had brought a black marker and wrote the words “slave” and “bitch” over his face and forehead, then I gave him a last tug in the cage and hurried away from there. I couldn’t do this anymore.

Back at the cars I took a red lipstick and wrote “slave” and bitch” on his white car and messaged him that he had to go to a McDonalds drive through looking like this. And of course send me proof of it. And he surely did. That poor McDonalds-worker.

Then I left!

Oh, I have to tell, that his second hand was tied to the fence with some kind of timer lock, so that he should only stand there about 15 minutes after I left, and that I made sure that the key to the handcuffs were put into his shoes. Wouldn’t risk hearing in the news that they had found some starved man cuffed to a fence.

The key to the cockcage was a different story. He only got that back about 3 days later, as I planted the key it in a specific spot for him to find.

The drive home was strange. I felt at the same time wild as hell, but also extremely uncomfortable. I can’t humiliate people, that’s not my personality, but still I had done it. And now when I think about it or tell the story, I find it quite amusing.

He was totally turned on by it, and wanted more, but I declined, even if he almost begged for us to continue. It didn’t sit well with me, even if it in hindsight was funny. It didn’t do anything for me sexually.

All though …He will make a reappearance later in my dating chronicles, so stay tuned.

But first I had to go through the whole thing with the Bodyguard.

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