Whoring for freedom

It is four o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I have been driving for almost two hours on my way to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. According to the instructions my Mistress gave me, I still have about an hour to go. I have the air conditioner on because it is a very hot day and I have to make sure my make-up is perfect and I smell pretty when I arrive. I can't believe I'm so stupid I got myself into this situation. My Mistress ordered me to dress up like a slut and drive to this cabin so I can be sex slave for some male friends of hers.

When I met my Mistress over a year ago, I had no idea she was going to be my Mistress and I would become her slave. She was a beautiful girl I met at a bar and I had no idea she was so conniving. I think she picked me because I was a thin guy and with long hair and I had very little body and facial hair.

I was sitting at the bar and she sat down next to me and ordered a drink. We started talking right away and we really hit it off. We laughed and danced together late into the night before we returned to my place. During that evening she said in a joking manner that I was weak and she could have me dressed up like a girl and having sex with men. I figured it was just a joke and no way in hell that would or could ever happen. I just laughed it off and forgot about it. What a big mistake that was.

After that night we were inseparable. It seemed like we had everything in common and she was and excellent girlfriend. For the first few months the excellent sex but nothing kinky or out of the norm. But after that she started slowly introducing me into bondage. She would tie me up and would tease my cock until I would cum harder than ever before. I started really getting into it when she took it to a new level.

One night while I was tied up she put a male chastity belt on me. It was only for a short time but when she teased me while I was wearing the belt, it was the wildest sensation I had ever had. No matter how horny I was, the device would keep me from getting hard. I would get a little spacey and my head would feel hot. Then she would take it off and make me cum harder than ever before. Over time she would increase the time I had to wear it. Since I work from home on my computer and rarely ever have to see anyone in person, she took great advantage of that and would make me wear it for days at a time.