\*Mistress thought I should tell others our story in the hope that it might bring some joy to all the other quarantined kinky misfits on here. Be careful what you wish for ;) ​ It was a Friday in early March and I was laying in bed scrolling through a kinky dating app, more for my own amusement than I care to admit. I would send the occasional message but never expected a reply, and if I did it was always one of the stock phrases a scam account would use. Still, I had hopes of one day finding a domme that I could build a connection with. After several minutes of scrolling I switched over to an anonymous whisper app I enjoyed using. I loved being able to post about my fetishes with like-minded people near and far without the stress of impressing them in the visual effects department. Finally, I decided to play my usual game and post in my favorite BDSM group “Should I be locked for the night?” You had to be a little coy to escape the censors and with so many men posting trash like “First woman to respond owns me” I discovered that at least if I asked a fun question that didn’t require more than a yes or no answer then I would get at least a few replies. Besides, every now and then I would find a wonderful domme to talk to for a while and have even made some great friends asking simple questions on there. I set my phone on its charger and headed into my bathroom. I lived in a small studio apartment near my school. It wasn’t much but I loved having the freedom of being alone for once after growing up with an overbearing family. With my newfound privacy I had ordered a number of kinky toys that I had desired since my teen years. My first order was, of course, a chastity cage—I found a perfectly sized metal device from Amazon and fell in love with the feeling of wearing it. Next was a ball gag and a pair of clover clamps. I had tried using clothespins in my youth and they didn’t quite have enough bite in them for my masochistic mind. Soon my collection had grown quite sizeable; I had two sets of cuffs, a collar and leash, a suction dildo, a set of jeweled plugs, and a few more niceties that I had enjoyed on the rare occasion that I wasn’t at school till the witching hour. When I came back out, I saw the blinking purple light on my phone indicating a new message. My heart skipped a beat knowing there might be someone on the other side with an instruction or two for me. I opened the app to see three messages waiting for me. One was from a dude wanting to show me his cage, another from a scam waiting to happen, and one other from a woman, and she was only 24 miles away! At least, that’s what it said, the app had I tendency to glitch. I opened up her message and read: “Of course! Go put it on!” I typed out “Okay!” and pulled open the drawer under my bed where I stashed my toys, grabbed out my cage and the key and pulled off my shirt when her response buzzed in. “Tell me when it’s on ;)” I smiled and quickly pulled my shorts and briefs down to my knees, fumbling with the ring for a moment as I slipped each of my balls through it and then my shaft. I slipped my member into the metal cage and situated it onto the ring, finally pausing to savor my delight before I pushed the key with the internal lock into the device. I pulled the key out and grabbed up my phone. “On!” Her reply was almost immediate, “Nice and locked?” “Yes miss.” “Good boy. Are you okay with sending pics? I would love to see.” I flipped my camera on and angled it down toward the cage, turning myself to catch the right light. Long gone were the days where I was camera shy—it put me in such a headspace to know someone out there was getting off to seeing me. “Nice and shaved, good boy!” Then, “Go get a glass of water.” I knew where this was going and rushed over to my cupboard and picked out a plastic cup and filled it up with water, dropping in the key as I picked up my phone. “Got it.” …“Put the key in and put it in the freezer for me.” “Yes miss,” I tried to quench my eagerness but the excitement was rushing through me. I could already feel tightness from the bars of my cage. “Show me.” I snapped the pic, then thought twice and angled myself so my cage was visible in the background, snapped it again and sent it. “Good boy.” “Thank you, miss.” I held my breath waiting on her reply. “You don’t have a keyholder, do you?” “No miss. Unfortunately, I do not.” “That is a shame. Good boys like you need keyholders to keep them locked up, don’t they?” “Yes miss, we certainly do.” “What else are you into?” I swallowed. “Most things, miss. Chastity, obviously haha. Bondage, humiliation, CBT, pain, nipple torture, position training—honestly I just love feeling like I’m wrapped around a woman’s finger.” ‘ “That’s quite the list, sweetie.” My cheeks flushed. I hoped I hadn’t gone too far overboard already. Before I could reply my phone buzzed again.’ “I like all of those. What are you looking for?” I paused. Honestly, I wanted so much more than just a wall of text telling me to lock my cock up, but I was too scared to do anything about it. I hadn’t ever gone to a munch, hadn’t ever played in person—hell, I barely knew how to ask women out. After a long moment I turned back to my phone. “I want someone that can guide me and be my friend. I’ve been kinky since I could read—I remember playing cops and robbers in first grade and getting turned on when a girl would ‘arrest’ me. I love it when a woman is stern and sadistic, and I fantasize all the time about being a full-time slave. I know that’s not really practical right now because I’m in my master’s program, but yeah. I guess I just want to explore.” My excitement had dropped so I went over to my pile of clothes and put them back on. “I get that. Have you ever been a sub before?” Then, “Also thank you for sharing that about playing cops and robbers, that’s really sweet. I’ll have to pull out my cop uniform on ya ;)” “Haha, thanks,” I sent. “And yes, but only online and only for only a day or two. If I’m honest, I usually get too excited while playing and end up cumming and then I feel super guilty and ghost the girl I’m playing with.” “Oh, I see,” read her text. Before I could reply she sent, “Then hands off tonight! No cumming, understood?” “Yes miss, understood.” “Good boy.” I sent a quick smile emoji and sat down on my bed. “I’m Alyson, by the way.” “Nice to meet you miss Alyson, I’m Simon.” “Haha, you don’t have to call me ‘miss’ you know. But it’s nice to meet you too :)” “You just had me lock myself in chastity and freeze the key, I feel like I have to call you something, lol,” I sent back as I laid down and pulled my covers over myself. “Fair enough! Miss is fine then for now.” “Miss Alyson it is!” “Good boy.” Then, “I would love to get to know you more, maybe play some and see where things lead. Would you like that?” “Yes miss, very much so!” “And you’re not gonna ghost me, right?” “I won’t plan on it,” I sent. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to lie either. “Good, what are you doing tomorrow?” “I just have to study and probably go buy some groceries.” “Perfect, I want you to text me your phone number when you wake up if you’re still interested. I want to talk to you while you’re at the store.” “Yes miss.” “Good boy. This is me by the way.” She sent a picture of herself, a simple selfie. She had light-brown waves of hair and a knee-bending smile. “You’re gorgeous!” I sent, then quickly pulled up a half-decent photo of myself and sent it, hoping against hope that she found me attractive. “Damn boy! You’re a cutie!” “Thank you, miss :)” “Hope to see a text in the morning! Goodnight Simon, sleep locked tight ;)”