Since I was young, I have had a passive interest in BDSM. The closest I had ever come to acting on the fetish was to subscribe to a couple of groups in FetLife, a social networking website that serves people interested in BDSM, fetishism, and kink. Uncommitted to my fetishes, I had not even completed my profile on FL. Logging into the account for the first time in perhaps three months, I was surprised to have received a private message. I had received messages on FT before, but they were always generic. This message referred to the meager information I had posted in my profile, namely my first name, my location, my gender, and my interest in photography. The message read:
“John, I need some content for my OnlyFans page, so I am recruiting men from the Albuquerque area to model for some photography projects. I see in your FL profile you are interested in the subject. Hit me up if you might be interested. Clara”
Clara’s FT handle was “NewMexicanDominatrix” and her profile suggested her kinks matched her handle. Her avatar was the torso of a woman in black latex, presumably her, wearing a black leather strap-on with a large black dildo. There were no photos of her face, nor any images of her naked in her photo gallery. There were photos of men acting out her fetishes, including “Kinbaku”, “Mistresses With Strap-Ons”, “Sissification”, and more generally female domination.
I was between girlfriends, In fact, it had been almost three months since I spent any time with a woman, and more time had passed since I last had sex. Thinking volunteering to model might give me a chance to hook up with Clara, or perhaps with one of the other models, I messaged Clara back and expressed some interest:
“Clara, thanks for reaching out. I do have an interest in photography, and obviously an interest in kink as well. What did you have in mind? Michael”
Clara responded to my PM a few hours later, suggesting we meet for coffee. Although I did not have much experience on FL, I knew “Meeting for coffee” was an euphemism for “Let’s meet at a safe, public space to get to know each other.” We agreed to meet Saturday at a local Starbucks at 9:00 AM. I largely forgot about the appointment in the interim, but on Saturday morning I woke up to a reminder on my iPhone, “Meet Clara for coffee.” Not really a date, I did not spend much time getting ready. Throwing on some jeans, a white T-shirt, and some athletic shoes without socks, I made my way to the appointment.
There was a half dozen people sitting at tables at the Starbucks, and a few more people stood at the counter. I had no idea what Clara looked like, and I assumed she did not know me. I surveyed the room, mentally eliminating people by gender and age. Two women remained in the running, I eeny-meeny-miny-moed, then walked up to one of the women and asked if she was Clara. A voice behind me said, “I am Clara, Michael.” Having chosen poorly, I turned around with a feigned apology, and asked to join the woman. Clara motioned to the chair across from her and I sat down.
Clara had blonde hair in a pixie cut. She wasn’t, however, petite, which was usually the case for a woman who sported that hairstyle. In fact, she was a large woman with a deep voice. When she first spoke to me from behind my back, I thought she was a man. We talk about ten minutes in general about our interests in art and specifically about photography. Clara was leading the conversation and she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to jump right into the topics that were likely to be thorny.
Eventually, the subject of her art was broached. She asked me how I felt about modeling nude. I told her I had no experience but wasn’t necessarily opposed to it. “What about modeling with other men and women?”, she asked. I told her again that I would not dismiss the idea out of hand. She explained she wasn’t really interested in simulating fetishes. She thought staged BDSM art looked contrived and was boring. She liked to photograph “the real thing.” I stopped her there and said I had zero experience acting out BDSM fetishes, much less actually experiencing them. She replied, “Good, I find people become jaded after a while. It is much more exciting to photograph people who are experiencing kink for the first time.” I understood why she had singled me out on FL. She could tell I was a newbee.
Before committing to anything, I felt compelled to gather more information, and I asked Clara if she could show me examples of her art. She said that there were some examples in her FT photo gallery, but she also suggested the “stuff on there was pretty tame.” I reflected on what I had seen and it seemed pretty hardcore to me. I asked to see examples of stuff she didn’t consider tame. Clara pulled up a photo library and passed me her smartphone. She watched my expressions as I scrolled through the photographs, which included pegging, watersport, and impact play, usually of men bound with ropes.
I acknowledged her art was visually engaging, very professional, and exceptionally kinky. She cut to the chase and asked if I wanted to model for her. I agreed to give it a go but made it clear that I was uncertain it was for me. We agreed on a date, the following Saturday at 10:00 AM, and she told me where her studio was located. We also exchanged our contact information on WhatsApp. Clara said she had no other details to share at this time, so we shook hands and went about our days.
I did not hear from Clara all week. On Saturday morning at 8:10, I received a WhatsApp message from her asking if I was available on for our session. I responded, “thumbs up.” A few minutes later I messaged her asking what I should wear. She responded ominously, “You won’t be needing clothes.” I sent back a laughing emoji and suggested clothing might be appropriate for the trip to her studio. She did not respond.
Once during a vacation in Australia I went to a co-ed nude beach, so I didn’t really have a problem exposing myself to strangers, but this had a very different vibe. I imagined I could set some boundaries or even bale after I checked out Clara/s studio. About an hour later I arrived at the address Clara had given me. It was in one of the industrial parts of town. The building was a fairly large, rectangular corrugated steel warehouse. It was flanked on either side by an automobile junk yard and some sort of industrial welding company. There were two cars out front of the place, besides mine. I knocked on the metal door and Clara answered. She was wearing black jeans, a grey T-top, and a black leather jacket. She didn’t have shoes on. I noticed her toenails had black nail polish. Her fingernails didn’t have polish. Clara offered a slight smile and invited me in. The building was one large room, mostly dark except some tungsten lights on stands in the middle of the room that illuminated a large roll of white cloth that provided a backdrop for photography. There was piece of BDSM furniture situated in the middle of the backdrop. As I followed Clara to the set I could sort of make out the silhouette of a second person.
Clara introduced me to Tina, who was about the same size and shape as Clara, but she had dark hair. Tina was almost as tall as me, six foot even, and about the same weight, a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Tina greeted me, “Hello, Michael.” I said it was nice to meet her. Clara suggested there was some paperwork I needed to fill out and she led me to a small office in the back of the building. It was so dark that I hadn’t noticed the office had been carved out of an otherwise cavernous room. She turned on the light in the office, which only contained a desk and two chairs the were on opposite sides of the desk. We sat down and Clara pushed some papers towards me. “This is my intake form. Please fill it out completely, sign it when you are finished and come get me.”
The form began with a checklist of activities I was willing to participate in. There wasn’t a sliding scale, just “yes” or “no”. For example, “Yes, you can pee on my face.” I laughed and noted I had never done practically anything on the checklist. I read through the list without checking any of the boxes. I was simultaneously horrified and curious about the fetishes that were listed. At the bottom of the list was a separate item, “I will participate an any activity.” There was simply a box next to the last item. I went back through the list twice without marking anything. I thought I’d be okay with about one-third of the activities, but I was struggling select the topics. At the bottom of the list for the third time, I said to myself, What the hell.” I pulled a coin out of my pocket and flipped it in the air. It landed “heads.” I checked the “any activity” box and moved on. The next section was a set of generic “rules.” Many of the rules I suppose were standard fare for BDSM, mostly focused on communication and safety.
The section that followed was free-format and was labeled “Requirements of Femdom ____________.” Tina had printed her name in the blank and had written out her expectations in bullet format.
- A slave should address her as Goddess, Queen, or Mistress. Anything else would be disrespectful and result in punishment!
- Unless given permission to do otherwise, the slave’s head should NEVER be above the center of his world – its Owners vagina.
- Unless released by the Owner, the slave will be required to wear a chastity cage.
- The slave will generally be kept naked or preferably in female clothing, to help expel any sense of worth or masculinity.
- Any ejaculation by the slave should be after some humiliating episode and ONLY if express permission has been granted.
- Any goo expelled by the slave should be consumed by it.
- The slave will mouth wash all its Owner’s dirty panties and toys if told to.
- Punishment may include face or ball slaps, hard spankings, caning, whipping, and/or ass rape with my big strap-on.
My god, this sounded more frightening than fun. Tina was a hardcore dominatrix. This was over the top. I couldn’t possibly agree to all this stuff. I looked at the list I had agreed to above, the one above the “any activity” box. Essentially none of the items on Tina’s list was not in fact included in the generic list that I had already agreed to. Tina’s list just seemed more “real.” Tina’s list did not give me the option to pick and choose what I would agree to. It was all or nothing, with just a box to check that indicated I accepted Tina’s rules.
I stared at the paperwork, paralyzed, for the next ten minutes. I heard Clara walk back into the office and I turned around. She asked me if there was a problem and I told her I had reservations regarding Tina’s rules. I didn’t tell her that I checked the “anything” box. Clara spoke clearly to me. “If you are uncomfortable, you shouldn’t sign off.” I stood up with the intention of not signing and asked what the consequences would be if I didn’t sign. She said Tina was the only model who was available today, so we would need to cancel the shoot. She added, if this was all new to me, it was quite natural to be apprehensive, but this could be an experience of a lifetime. This was an understatement … “experience of a lifetime.”
Clara picked up the forms and noted I had checked the “anything” box. She asked for clarification, “You seemed to be okay with the activities in principle, what is the problem with Tina’s rules? Or better yet, how did you arrive at the decision to check the “anything” box.” I told her about the coin toss. She held my hand and dropped one of own coins in it. I looked at her, she nodded as if to encourage ne to take a chance, I flipped the coin, and it landed heads. I leaned down, checked the box accepting Tina’s rules and signed the contract after reading the disclaimer. Clara said, “Great! You can leave your clothes in the office.” Leaving me alone in the office, I reluctantly removed my clothes, then I followed her to the set.
I never felt more naked that I did walking towards Tina. When a few feet away from her, I got on my knees and said “I am ready, Goddess.” I could hear the clicks of Clara’s single-lens reflex camera in the background. I could see movement out of the corner of my eye, but the bright lights of the stage blinded me. Tina patted me on the head like I was a pet, and I suppose in a way that was what I agreed to be … her slave. All she said as she stepped behind me was, “Excellent.” I felt something around my neck, a leather strap that she buckled, then she stepped back in front of me, reached down, and attached a leather leash to the collar. “Let’s go for a walk, slave.” With a tug of the chain Mistress Tina, as I now thought of her, led me to the front door. I tried to keep up while crawling like an animal on my hands and feet, frog-like. The light was temporarily blinding when she opened the door and let me out. Clara followed us and shot photographs. Mistress Tina walked me naked around the parameter of the parking lot in broad daylight. In the middle of the parking lot she told me to sit. The asphalt was hot, but I did what she asked. “Slave, I have decided to call you Cunt. Your name is Cunt. Do you understand, Cunt?” With as sincere a tone oof voice as I could muster, I said, “Yes, Goddess.” “Excellent”, she said as she led me back to the stage. I don’t think anyone saw us while we were outside, but the experience was deeply humiliating.
Back at the stage, Mistress Tina told me to sit again. She pointed at a rack of clothes and told me I needed to get dressed for our session. Leading me there by the leash, she unclipped the leash and told me a could stand. “Yes, Goddess.” On my feet, she pointed to the clothes on a hanger. There was a comical dress and a bag of accessories attached to the hanger. “Dress yourself, Cunt.” I detached the bag and looked inside. There was a pair of pink panties, white knee-high stockings, and a blonde wig with short, curly hair. Clara snapped more photos as I dressed. I told myself it was a costume, and it didn’t mean anything, but I was deeply embarrassed to be putting on such feminine articles of clothing. I put the panties on first, followed by the stockings, a petticoat, the dress and the wig. The shoes had high heels. I struggled to get them on and once I did they were terribly uncomfortable.
Mistress Tina said I should walk back to the stage. I stumbled trying to walk in the heals. I thought to myself that I’d rather be walking on all fours. The furniture was unlike anything I had ever seen. Mistress Tina told me to step up on to it. It had a place for my knees and elbows to rest. My legs were spread apart when I kneeled on the pads. There was a section in the middle where my chest rested. Mistress Tina bound my ankles and wrists with leather straps, unclipped the leash, and she clipped my collar to the furniture. I couldn’t move an inch. No sooner was I secured, I felt Mistress Tina pull down the panties and start messing with my junk. I felt cold metal surround my ball sack and penis. She was implementing one of her rules, that I wear a chastity device. I heard a lock close and felt her pull the panties back up. I was apparently committed to this.
Mistress Tina stepped in front of me. I was forced to stare at the floor because the collar was tethered to the furniture. All I could see was Mistress Tina’s boots. Standing over me, she asked me some questions. “Is this the first time you have been in chastity, Cunt?” “Yes, Goddess.” “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?” “No, Goddess.” “Have you ever been pegged, Cunt?” “What is that, Goddess?” “Have you ever been fucked in the ass with a strap-on?” “No, Goddess.” She stayed with the theme and declared I no longer had an asshole.
“From now on this hole will be referred to as your pussy.” She stepped behind me and I felt her touch my anus through the panties. I heard the camera click. “Yes, Goddess.”
While still playing with my anus, Mistress Tina asked, would you rather I spank you or fuck your pussy with my strap-on? I was mortified and chose the less emasculating spanking. Mistress Tina pulled the panties down again and stepped to my left. At first, she rubbed my bum, but she was soon slapping it with her open palm. The spanking wasn’t all altogether unpleasant at first but started stinging after a while. Pausing the spanking, Mistress Tina once again stood between my legs and touched my anus. She asked, would you rather I cane you or fuck your pussy with my strap-on? Caning sounded terribly painful, but I chose it rather than being fucked like a girl.
Mistress Tina fetched her cane and when she returned, she said, “I want you to count out each time I strike you. I mean, One, Goddess, Two Goddess, and so on.” “Yes, Goddess.” She began striking me and I did as she said, calling out the blows. My ass had never felt such pain. I heard the camera click each time Mistress Tina hit me. After fifteen blows, she stopped. Mistress Tina put the cane away and brought back something else. She asked, would you rather I whip you or fuck your pussy with my strap-on? Once again, she touched my anus as she spoke. I could see where this was going. She was escalating the pain until I agreed to be fucked by her. I acquiesced and agreed to be fucked.
Standing in front of me, I still could only see her lower legs and her boots, but I discovered she was wearing a strap-on when she put the dildo in front of my mouth. “You haven’t sucked a man’s dick, yet, but you’re going to suck mine, Cunt.” She stepped forward and stuck the head of her cock in my mouth. “Suck my dick, Cunt.” I did as she said. Then it was halfway in my mouth, it started to solicit a gag reflex. Mistress Tina stnce aarted sliding her cock in and out, She was fucking my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin. She stopped after about ten minutes and simply said, “You’re a fine cocksucker, Cunt.”
Mistress Tina once again stood behind me. She touched my anus, but unlike before, she started pushing her finger inside me. Her finger felt lubricated. She was loosening me up. Working her way to several fingers, I am guessing three, she twisted her hand to enlarge the opening before asking, “What is this called, Cunt?” “My pussy, Goddess.” “And what are pussies good for?” “For fucking, Goddess.” “That’s right, Cunt. And I’m going to fuck your pussy until you can’t walk. What do you think about that.” Telling her what I thought she wanted to hear, I said, “Thank you, Goddess.” She pulled her fingers out of me and stuck her dildo in. She didn’t do it slowly, but rather with a quick thrust. I squealed like a swine. She immediately started pounding my ass enthusiastically. As she fuck me she verbally humiliated me. “You have a sweet pussy, Cunt. When I finish deflowering you, maybe I’ll call some of my dike girlfriends over and we’ll have a pegging gangbang. Better yet, maybe I’ll call some of my gay friends over and they can fuck you with real cocks.”
After perhaps fifteen minutes, Mistress Tina pulled her cock out of my ass and stepped in front of me. She quoted “The slave will mouth wash all its Owner’s dirty panties and toys if told to.”, and she stuck the cock she had been fucking my ass with in my mouth. I was disgusted, but I had no place to go. She pressed her dick to my lips and reached down to clench my throat, forcing my mouth open. While fucking my mouth she said, “Your first ass-to-mouth, cocksucker.” After perhaps five minutes of violating my mouth, she stepped behind me again, pulled up my now soiled panties, and released my restraints. Spent, I eased myself off of the furniture and onto the floor, where I kneeled and waited for instructions.
Clara was the first to speak. “And, that’s a take.”, she said in jest. “Seriously, you can get dressed now.” Mistress Tina walked up to me while I was still on my knees, patted my head, and simply said, “Excellent.” I started to get up, but she pushed me back down and said, “Not until I am gone, Cunt.” She was apparently still in character. I asked her, “Will you please remove the chastity device, Goddess?” She simply replied, “No.” I turned to Clara and asked her to help. “Sorry, Darling, but this is between you and your Owner.” I realized at that moment there was no mention in the contract about when the session would end. Mistress Tina handed me her business card and left. I got off my knees and went to the clothes rack. While undressing and hanging up the garments, I heard Clara working with her equipment.
Naked except for the cock cage, I walked back to the office and put on my street clothes. I forgot the collar was still around my neck. I unbuckled it and left the collar on the desk. When I came out and turned off the light to the office, the only light in the room came from the front door. Clara was there holding it open, waiting for me. When I reached her I asked again for her help and she suggested I make an appointment with Mistress Tina to “sort things out.”
When I got back to my apartment, I looked at myself naked in the bathroom mirror. I tugged at the cock cage, but there was no way it was going to come off. I thought about cutting it off but was worried I would injure myself. I turned around. Bruises were developing where Mistress Tina had struck me with the cane. I reached around and felt my anus. It was swollen and lube was still leaking from me. I showered and went to bed,
In the morning my balls felt engorged. They also felt inflamed. I was worried that if I stayed caged much longer I might be hurt permanently. I looked at the card Mistress Tina had given me. It simply said “Goddess Tina, Dominatrix” and had a phone number and an e-mail address, GoddessTinaHumilatrix@gmail.com. I thought about calling or perhaps texting her, but it was Sunday morning, and I didn’t want to antagonize her, so I e-mailed. I put some effort into composing the message. It was obvious she took this shit seriously.
“Dear Goddess, thank you for letting me serve You yesterday. It was my greatest pleasure. I am writing to learn what I need to do for You to release me from chastity. Sincerely, Cunt”. I added my phone number.
I waited impatiently for the rest of the day and did not get a reply. The reply didn’t come until Wednesday, and it was a single sentence, “Call Me.” I sat around for the rest of the day contemplating what I would say and finally dialed her number. She answered, “Goddess Tina.” I said, “This is Cunt, Goddess.” “Which Cunt?”, she asked. She apparently had lots of Cunts. “This is Cunt John, Goddess.” “Cunt John? I’m not sure who you are.” I clarified, “I am the person you fucked on Saturday.” Now properly introduced, she said, “What do you want, Cunt?” I said essentially the same thing I had written in the e-mail. Regarding the chastity, she said, “This something we should discuss in person. I am available on Friday at 6:00 PM. I will e-mail you the address.” The thought of wearing the cage several more days was not very attractive, but I knew we would need to meet in person for her to unlock the cage, so I agreed to meet her on Friday,
On Friday morning I studied my balls in the light. I could swear they were discolored. I worked late that day and went straight from work to the address Mistress Tina had given me. It was a residential address, a ranch-styled single-family home with one car in the driveway. It was dark and most of the lights were on inside. I knocked at the door and waited a minute, then I rang the doorbell. A moment later Mistress Tina answered the door. She was wearing a red robe. “I heard you the first time, Cunt.” She left the door open, I stepped inside, and I closed the door behind me. I’d already pissed Mistress Tina off.
Mistress Tina had gone to the back of the house. I waited in the entryway for about twenty minutes, but she didn’t return. I started thinking about the situation and decided I had best play Mistress Tina’s game. I took my clothes off, walked to the back of the house, found Mistress Tina in her bedroom, and got on my knees in front of her. “Good evening, Goddess. I am here to talk about my cage” She patted my head and opened her robe. She was only wearing a pair of panties. She had large tits that looked natural. Pulling her panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them, and picked them off the floor. Wading the panties up, Mistress Tina lifted my chin until our eyes met, then stuffed her panties in my mouth. Taking her robe off, she threw it on the bed. “Shut up, Cunt. Come.” I started to get up to follow her, but she pushed me to the ground. “Remember your place, Cunt.” She walked faster than I could crawl. I caught up with her in the kitchen where she was pouring herself a glass of wine. She didn’t say anything. I crawled after her to the living room. God, how far I had fallen, I thought to myself.
By the time I caught up with Mistress Tina she was sitting on the couch, still nude, and her legs were spread wide displaying her pussy. “Come here, Cunt, and lick me.” It was clear that this was part of the negotiating process. I crawled between legs, she scooted down, Mistress Tina removed her panties from my mouth, and I began performing cunnilingus. She scooted down more, lifted her legs to her chest, and said “Lick my asshole.” I had never performed analingus, but didn’t miss a beat and started licking her rosebud. “Tongue-fuck my asshole, Cunt.” She was degrading me. Pushing to find my limits. I would never do the things she was asking me to do, but she held all the cards. I did my best to stick my tongue in her anus, bit she was too tight. Nonetheless, she seemed satisfied with my effort. I thought she was going to have me continue licking her pussy until she had an orgasm, but she moved out of my reach and instead put per legs on my shoulders, as if I were a footstool.
She started a real conversation, “Did you enjoy what we did at Clara’s place.” I was confused whether we still role playing or whether I could be honest. I responded ambiguously, “Some of it, Goddess.” I had the feeling this was an interview. “Which parts?”, she asked. I was honest, “I enjoyed being vulnerable. I think I enjoyed the humiliation, but it was new to me, Goddess.” She was direct, “Would you like to continue being my slave.” I was taken aback by the question, but continued to answer honestly, “I’m not sure, Goddess. Would you release me from chastity?” She answered simply, “Not often.” We were both being honest. I preferred knowing we were not role playing. I asked for clarification, “What would being Your slave entail, Goddess?” She said I would serve her on average three days a week, usually two evenings during the work week and one full weekend day. I couldn’t believe I was considering the proposition. I had to admit that this was the most interesting sexual encounter I had ever experienced, and I was curious where it would lead. It was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. If I were to walk away from this, I would be probably be sentenced to a lifetime of vanilla sex.
I asked Mistress Tina how many slaves she had. She said she only had two but preferred three. I asked what the slaves did for her and she explained that one slave served her on Sundays. “She cleans the house, but she’s also a good pussy licker. The guy I have now serves me three days a week. You would serve me the other three days.” I was impressed at how she organized her harem. I asked her whether the rules were the same as those at Clara’s studio. Mistress Tina said, “No”, She got up and walked into the other room, and when she returned she was holding a stack of papers. “This is the contract”, she said. The contract comprised of perhaps twenty pages. Still on the floor, I propped my back up against the base of couch, between Mistress Tina’s legs, and I read the contract.
Mistress Tina’s rules at Clara’s studio were trivial compared to the tome I was wading through. There were hundreds of rules and expectations. I initially focused on the section that involved chastity. “Unless released by the Owner, the slave will be required to wear a chastity cage” was the same phrase she used in Clara’s contract. The section went on to state the slave was to be restrained when the cage was removed “for hygiene purposes.” There was also a full page on “Cum”, how it was to be extracted from the slave and what would be done with it. Some of the procedures were foreign concepts. Basically, entering into the contract was going to leave me in the same predicament I currently found myself in, my cock in a cage. It was all I could focus on. The rest of the contract did not matter to me. I would do anything to get relief.
I talked about my frustration with Mistress Tina and she offered to show me how she could offered relief. She took my hand, lifted me to my feet, and led me to the bedroom. Once there, she handed me a towel and told lay down on my back with the towel under me. She produced a wand-type vibrator, a tube of anal lube, and a black rubber glove. Mistress Tina put the glove, lubed two fingers, rolled my legs to my chest, and started fingering my ass. With both fingers in, she started massaging my prostrate. Once she had found the spot, she turned the wand on and held it against the cage. At first, I felt an intense urge to pee, even though I didn’t have any urine in me. As she continued to stimulate me it felt like I was going to have an orgasm and clear liquid started oozing from my flaccid penis. What followed was an orgasm-like experience, but the sensation was less localized to the penis, and instead it seemed to envelop the entire pelvis. Waves of pleasure radiated outward. My legs started shaking. I had witnessed similar behavior in women who had vaginal orgasms. Unlike penile-centric orgasms that produce short-lived euphoria, Mistress Tina’s stimulation kept me on edge for fifteen minutes. I was crying when she turned the vibrating wand off.
There was a puddle of semen pooled on my belly. Mistress Tina scooped up most of it and fed it to me. “The rules.”, she said. I did not resist. She slid off the bed and I followed her. I started to stand, intending to walk out the same way I walked into the bedroom, but Mistress Tina pushed me to the ground.
I crawled behind Mistress Tina to the living room where I signed the contract. She said, “Excellent.”, told me my schedule. “Monday and Wednesday evenings 6:00-10:00 PM and Fridays 6:00 PM until Saturday morning at 8:00 AM.” “Yes, Goddess.” I crawled to my clothes and stood up to put them on, but before I could, Mistress Tina snatched the clothes from my hands. “I prefer that you arrive naked, and you leave naked.” “Yes, Goddess.” She handed me my car keys and wallet, opened the door, and I stepped out in the dark wearing nothing but my cock cage.