ChasteAndImpure in topic Chastity
Locked Mystery
Part One
She looked around the busy cafe with trepidation. Was he here? Was anyone watching her? Everything seemed normal. Women chatting with babies in tow, couples eating, a few people just grabbing a coffee and enjoying five minutes rest bite from the busy shopping street.
Nobody seemed especially focused on her. She picked a table in the corner so she could keep an eye on the room without constantly peering around. As she settled down she realised this was probably what he would do too. There was another corner with a similar vantage point. Two guys with newspapers and mugs of tea. It seemed unlikely that one of those would be him.
Her phone buzzed. ‘The outfit looks great’. She had renamed him in the message app from MYZ84 to Daddy and that word next to his comment made her happy. He had chosen the dress. She had spent far too long checking herself in the mirror making sure it looked just right. Matching the right shoes and bag to the simple dress. Wearing something he had picked out made everything feel real. Today was finally happening.
‘Thank you Daddy. Glad you like it’. She was interrupted by the waitress before she could hit send. She ordered, feeling more messages arriving as she did so.
‘Once you are settled, grab the newspaper from the table to your left, leave it in your seat and pop to the toilets.’
There was indeed a newspaper on the next table. A broadsheet under an abandoned cup. She edited her message and added a ‘Yes Daddy’ to the end before grabbing the paper lest anyone else wanted it.
‘check the crossword’
She turned the paper over and written in the squares was a message.
HEY CUTE GIRL
READY FOR AN
ADVENTURE?
He had planted it there. The idea that he had already been here and written the note made her shiver. It wasn’t an elaborate hoax by a guy on the other side of the world. He was here. Or at least he had been.
-
‘You can come back now’
She had hardly reached the ladies room when she received the summons. Returning, the only thing visibly different was that the newspaper was on the table. Instinctively she looked around for any sign of who might have moved it. Nobody seemed to be watching. The only person making eye contact was the waitress returning with the coffee.
The newspaper was folded differently too. Once she had gathered herself and taken a sip of coffee to calm her nerves she investigated it. Neatly placed inside the fold was a small velvet bag. Unable to contain her curiosity she loosened the drawstring and peeked inside. It was a chastity cage. A shiny metal one significantly smaller than the one she was wearing. There was a note nestled inside. She pulled it free and self-consciously checked nobody was looking before opening the note.
This is a new design. I think you will enjoy it. You will note there is no key. You need to pair it with your phone and link it to my account. Details to follow. Don’t worry about that. If you are a good girl I will look after your release schedule. Why don’t you slip it on now? You can do the technical stuff later. xxx
So this was why she had been told to bring her chastity keys! She had imagined having to leave them somewhere. She had even had a copy made just in case. The idea of handing him total control was daunting. She sat sipping her coffee, trying to look calm. Hoping her shaking hand wasn’t visible from wherever he might be.
Was he even still here? Should she ask him about this? She imagined his answers to everything she might ask. They all seemed to end up with her agreeing, submitting, slipping on this terrifying contraption and hoping he would release her soon.
-
She was trembling as she studied the metal cage in the privacy of the stall. It looked so different to her own chastity device. Not only was it smaller it seemed to be curved differently. Affording a lower profile. The spooky part was the lack of key. Where the two parts connected, the ring and the cage, the interlocking parts were partly plastic with a slot for tiny batteries and a small screen. She pressed a tiny button next to the screen and it came to life. It scrolled the words ‘Unlocked - Unpaired’. Clearly this was designed to be locked and unlocked by the app he mentioned.
Removing her own cage and dropping the parts into the velvet bag, she lined up the ring. It felt cold as it slipped on, surrounding everything snuggly. She had told him which size ring she used in a previous conversation and clearly this had been chosen carefully. It felt familiar but different. The metal was less forgiving. Two finely notched pins almost like upturned hooks projected out from it. Once she had squeezed herself into the short confining cage she had to lift and twist it upwards to allow the receiving holes purchase. She jumped as the cage began to whir into life. The cage began to tighten on its own as it rotated back downwards and towards her. For a moment she panicked as it kept going, causing it to pinch, but immediately it reversed, just enough to alleviate the discomfort. She let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She felt a little dizzy.
A small sequence of descending musical notes sounded and the screen read ‘Locked - Unpaired’. It occurred to her that it couldn’t be released without pairing it. She was now controlled by technology.
It felt uncanny, like she had just walked into a new, previously unrevealed world. It also felt scary, as if she had walked into a trap. She hadn’t fully considered that it would automatically lock, and that her release was now governed by a process she knew nothing about. He had told her she needed to connect to his account using the app. Was that her only path to release? Did he now hold her key to freedom?
Next Part Soon
Part One
She looked around the busy cafe with trepidation. Was he here? Was anyone watching her? Everything seemed normal. Women chatting with babies in tow, couples eating, a few people just grabbing a coffee and enjoying five minutes rest bite from the busy shopping street.
Nobody seemed especially focused on her. She picked a table in the corner so she could keep an eye on the room without constantly peering around. As she settled down she realised this was probably what he would do too. There was another corner with a similar vantage point. Two guys with newspapers and mugs of tea. It seemed unlikely that one of those would be him.
Her phone buzzed. ‘The outfit looks great’. She had renamed him in the message app from MYZ84 to Daddy and that word next to his comment made her happy. He had chosen the dress. She had spent far too long checking herself in the mirror making sure it looked just right. Matching the right shoes and bag to the simple dress. Wearing something he had picked out made everything feel real. Today was finally happening.
‘Thank you Daddy. Glad you like it’. She was interrupted by the waitress before she could hit send. She ordered, feeling more messages arriving as she did so.
‘Once you are settled, grab the newspaper from the table to your left, leave it in your seat and pop to the toilets.’
There was indeed a newspaper on the next table. A broadsheet under an abandoned cup. She edited her message and added a ‘Yes Daddy’ to the end before grabbing the paper lest anyone else wanted it.
‘check the crossword’
She turned the paper over and written in the squares was a message.
HEY CUTE GIRL
READY FOR AN
ADVENTURE?
He had planted it there. The idea that he had already been here and written the note made her shiver. It wasn’t an elaborate hoax by a guy on the other side of the world. He was here. Or at least he had been.
-
‘You can come back now’
She had hardly reached the ladies room when she received the summons. Returning, the only thing visibly different was that the newspaper was on the table. Instinctively she looked around for any sign of who might have moved it. Nobody seemed to be watching. The only person making eye contact was the waitress returning with the coffee.
The newspaper was folded differently too. Once she had gathered herself and taken a sip of coffee to calm her nerves she investigated it. Neatly placed inside the fold was a small velvet bag. Unable to contain her curiosity she loosened the drawstring and peeked inside. It was a chastity cage. A shiny metal one significantly smaller than the one she was wearing. There was a note nestled inside. She pulled it free and self-consciously checked nobody was looking before opening the note.
This is a new design. I think you will enjoy it. You will note there is no key. You need to pair it with your phone and link it to my account. Details to follow. Don’t worry about that. If you are a good girl I will look after your release schedule. Why don’t you slip it on now? You can do the technical stuff later. xxx
So this was why she had been told to bring her chastity keys! She had imagined having to leave them somewhere. She had even had a copy made just in case. The idea of handing him total control was daunting. She sat sipping her coffee, trying to look calm. Hoping her shaking hand wasn’t visible from wherever he might be.
Was he even still here? Should she ask him about this? She imagined his answers to everything she might ask. They all seemed to end up with her agreeing, submitting, slipping on this terrifying contraption and hoping he would release her soon.
-
She was trembling as she studied the metal cage in the privacy of the stall. It looked so different to her own chastity device. Not only was it smaller it seemed to be curved differently. Affording a lower profile. The spooky part was the lack of key. Where the two parts connected, the ring and the cage, the interlocking parts were partly plastic with a slot for tiny batteries and a small screen. She pressed a tiny button next to the screen and it came to life. It scrolled the words ‘Unlocked - Unpaired’. Clearly this was designed to be locked and unlocked by the app he mentioned.
Removing her own cage and dropping the parts into the velvet bag, she lined up the ring. It felt cold as it slipped on, surrounding everything snuggly. She had told him which size ring she used in a previous conversation and clearly this had been chosen carefully. It felt familiar but different. The metal was less forgiving. Two finely notched pins almost like upturned hooks projected out from it. Once she had squeezed herself into the short confining cage she had to lift and twist it upwards to allow the receiving holes purchase. She jumped as the cage began to whir into life. The cage began to tighten on its own as it rotated back downwards and towards her. For a moment she panicked as it kept going, causing it to pinch, but immediately it reversed, just enough to alleviate the discomfort. She let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She felt a little dizzy.
A small sequence of descending musical notes sounded and the screen read ‘Locked - Unpaired’. It occurred to her that it couldn’t be released without pairing it. She was now controlled by technology.
It felt uncanny, like she had just walked into a new, previously unrevealed world. It also felt scary, as if she had walked into a trap. She hadn’t fully considered that it would automatically lock, and that her release was now governed by a process she knew nothing about. He had told her she needed to connect to his account using the app. Was that her only path to release? Did he now hold her key to freedom?
Next Part Soon
