Monday, January 25, 2016

The Internet Mistress

I had talked to her many times, but always though email and the phone. She was one of those internet web Mistress's. She lived in Arizona and I was in Ohio. We did many sessions over the phone and I was beginning to enjoy what she made me do, even when she made me wear a leather chastity belt. This went on for over a year, doing sessions twice a month, even when I was on the road, traveling for my job.
Finally, my job was sending me to Arizona for two weeks. I called my Mistress to tell her and to ask if we could meet for the first time. She told she would love to meet with me and gave me her home address. As soon as I picked up my rental car I drove directly to her address. Once I got there I knocked on the front door.
When it opened I was greeted by a beautiful auburn haired woman. She had a studded chic collar on with a very tight black corset. I told her who I was and she let me in. We sat and talked for a while when she asked if I would like to do a session in person with her. I just about jumped out of the chair at the chance to do a session in person with her. She locked me in some stocks standing me straight up. Then she started to take measurements of me. I was wondering and she must have seen it on my face. She then told me it was for a Neosteel chastity belt. After the measurements she put me though the works for five hours. When she released me I was very sore.
Two months went by when she told me the belt was in. On my next trip to Arizona I stopped by her house. She was very glad to see me. I had forgotten about the belt when asked if I would like to do a session with her. I quickly got undressed and was kneeling before her. She took a collar off the wall and had it locked around my neck in no time. Then she attached a leash to the collar and led me to the dungeon. There she locked me into the stocks again. But this time she had a strange look on her face once I locked into the stocks. She walked around me several times then left the room.
When she came back she was holding the chastity belt in her hand. It was gleaming in the room light. She brought it up close for me to see. Then she asked if I would like it locked on. I told her yes I would. She locked it so fast that I didn't have time to change my mind. We went though our session over the next three hours. Then she unlocked my restraints but not the belt. When I asked about the belt she just laughed and said "It is yours to wear until you pay me back for it" With that she took pictures of me in the belt. When I asked how much she said "I will let you know when it is paid for in full. I think a hundred dollars a week is good for starters." With that she pushed me out the door.
I got back to the hotel room and started to look over the belt in the mirror. It was stamped with the words "Property of his Mistress". I pulled and tugged on the belt for hours with no luck. I was trapped and would have to start paying her the hundred dollars a week. She called me in my hotel room and asked how I was doing. I started to yell at her when she told that would add cost to the belt.
So I have been sending her a hundred dollars every week and have been for six months. I got on the internet and found the belt I was wearing, on the Neosteel web site. From what I could tell, the model I was wearing only cost a thousand dollars. But I had already paid Mistress $2,400.00. I called Mistress and told her by my calculations, the belt had been paid off three months ago.
She said "No, you have not yet paid the price I set for payment." When I asked how long I would have to pay, she said I would be paying for the rest of my life. My payments were just to prevent her from showing the pictures on the internet. Then she hung up laughing. The belt has been on for five years now and makes watch my weight. The best weight control device I ever used even though it was not my choice. I see my Mistress from time to time she keeps the keys to the belt in a epoxy resin block for all to see and never to be used.
Signed,
A belted slave for life. I wish I had never found her web site.

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