Trapped in his chastity cage for longer than expected by Keyholders at gîtefétichises.
After a few email exchanges, I finally revealed a little about myself. It has to be said that Marc is a great communicator who knows how to put people at ease. During the holidays, I wanted to disguise myself and live as a woman for a few days, then try out a few tricks using the equipment that was available free of charge to customers.
When Marc offered me a welcome as a game, as if I were arriving at a reform school for delinquents, I was disturbed. I was confused, excited and worried at the same time. His game consisted of welcoming me in an unkind manner and sending me to shower, then confiscating some of my personal belongings for 24 hours. Having told him about my fantasies, he mainly took away my clothes, leaving me with only women's clothes, and then the keys to my chastity cage.
It's fair to say that during the month leading up to my arrival at the B&B, my right hand was hard at work when I was making ‘Zerotric’ films. Yes, but the closer the date got, the more tense I became and the more questions I asked myself. I wasn't afraid of him, but of myself and, above all, of my ability to really experience this trip. Despite these concerns, I packed two travel bags as requested, one with my men's clothes, the other with my women's clothes and intimate ‘toys’. Knowing that in this bag alone he was going to discover the hidden part of my intimacy really disturbed me.
To say that I was pale when I arrived at the gîte would be an understatement. Marc was waiting for me as he knew exactly where I was on the route, having asked me to share my position on Waze. He guided me to park my car in front of my gîte, then pointed to a wide-open metal canteen where I could put my travel bag containing my male belongings, and told me to take out my toiletries. His tone of voice was particularly commanding, leaving me no real choice.
- Do you have your chastity cage with you? Marc asked.
- No, sir, I haven't!
- Then run to the bathroom and put it on right away, if you don't want to end up in the dungeon or getting spanked! If it's a mouse key model, leave the keys on the sink and I'll come and get them when you're in the shower. If it's a standard padlock, give them to me straight away.
It was at this point that I started to wonder what the hell I was doing there!
Faced with his natural authority, and not really leaving the door open for negotiations, I gave him the keys to my chastity cage, which I took by hand from the famous ‘intimate’ bag. Extremely embarrassed, I fled to the bathroom. Luckily, there's a shower cubicle so I could hide in the nude. To put on a chastity cage fitted with a cock ring, your penis must not have started to swell. For once, I had no trouble putting it on, as I was very confused.
This nice ‘lout’ came into the bathroom without knocking on the door and confiscated all my clothes, leaving me with only a pair of women's knickers, a bra and a summer dress. Once the shower was over and I'd dried off, I put on the underwear and the dress in zombie mode, but I couldn't get out of the bathroom!
- Are you going to get off your arse or do I have to come and help you? Marc shouted from the doorway.
Erm... ! When he pushed open the door I realised I had no choice, and above all, that I was going to be seen dressed as a woman, a very difficult first for me, who's quite shy by nature.
- You're very beautiful like that! Marc told me with a serious air and without the slightest trace of mockery. Try these shoes on, they should fit you.
They were flat-heeled sandals in size 44, a bit big for me, but thanks to the straps they held my feet. Luckily the heel was only 5 centimetres, so I could walk without too much risk of falling. It was in this outfit that he showed me around! ! With him, you don't have time to recover, things just flow as if everything he offers is ‘normal’.
So we started by crossing the park, then walked along his vegetable garden to get to the private fitness trail. What surprised me and put me at ease was that he was telling me the history of the place, as if he didn't care what I was wearing. Marc really seems to be used to the extravagance of his customers, for him everything is ‘normal’. (Voluntary repetition)
After the visit to the orchard, where I looked longingly at the organic fruit on the trees that I was allowed to pick if I wanted to, we headed back to the building, a restored old mill. As we walked out onto the covered terrace, he told me that I could use the barbecue as I liked and then, with a mischievous look, invited them in for a drink, serving them like a maid if I felt like it. At the time, I had no desire whatsoever to meet his wife dressed like that.
The trap, as you'll see later, is that in these places of perdition you do things you'd never dream of doing one day!
After walking past the swimming pool, which was giving me the eye, he told me they could lend me a one-piece swimsuit..... (oops) and we entered the dungeon. And that's when my neurons immediately started firing, to the point where Zézette almost shouted from my chastity cage that she felt cramped. Of course, this sadist gives you explanations, which have only one aim, to give you ‘real, good bad ideas’ as he likes to say and which.... excites you. The Love room, with its mirrors, cage under the bed and pillory, creates a very special atmosphere that doesn't invite you to sleep. The nursery room didn't turn me on, but it shouldn't leave ABDLs unmoved.
On the way back to my flat, he stopped off in the secret room, which is only accessible when he's present. Oh shit! Sorry for the expression, but that surprises you and would excite a priest who died 48 hours ago. Why would that be? Because it's the devil's den. There are clothes for almost every kind of fetish, corsets, dresses, straightjackets, a straitjacket, a wheelchair for showering, which is probably used for things we don't do to disabled people, and various accessories.
- If you fancy something, we can lend it to you, just ask. Don't be shy, here all fantasies, delusions and fetishes are allowed, people come for that, you'd be wrong to deprive yourself of the experience and pleasure.
He then invited me to leave this place of temptation and left me in front of the flat door, inviting me to read the contents of the two binders on the pretty coffee table.
OUF, alone at last!
So I opened the fridge to put away the contents of my cooler, where I discovered there was some fruit, a cucumber, two tomatoes, a beer and a Coke. It wasn't the Coke that I took, I needed a little pick-me-up after this particular welcome, and this traumatic visit for a nun.
Sitting down on the sofa, I looked casually at the first binder containing practical information for the stay and suggestions for visits, outings and hikes with itineraries. Reading the second binder set my libido on fire and I regretted being under a chastity cage!
This binder, called the ‘binder of really good bad ideas’, contains tons of ideas for games and practices for all fetishes. There are even scenarios for self-bondage, and suggestions for games that can be organised by the B&B, such as testing out the straitjacket, running an Espace Game in the guest's choice of clothes, and other delusions.
Please note that if you are playing a self-bondage game, you are advised to send a text message to let them know so that they can help you if you miss. The idea is to send a text message saying that if by a certain time you haven't sent a second text message saying that you're OK, they'll come and help you.
It's also specified that they won't come to the dungeon or the Love room during our stay, so that we don't get in the way. They added that we could play in the communal areas, such as the outdoors or the swimming pool, and that if they saw us, we shouldn't be embarrassed, as they were armoured and used to being naughty players.
For the first twenty-four hours, I behaved myself. I almost lived like a nun. I even wore a nightdress to sleep, that's saying something... Apart from going for a walk, picking some fruit and taking a dip in the pool, I didn't do anything in particular. Well, I did do a bit at the end of the afternoon, when I went to take a closer look at the toys and accessories in the dungeon. This was a ‘mistake’ as I got myself into a state of crazy excitement, taking the risk of bursting my chastity cage.
This made me regret asking them to keep the keys to my cage for the duration of my stay. What an ‘idiot’ I was on that one.
Having ordered a meal, I expected them to give me back the classic clothes. But no, Marc told me that they wouldn't give me the keys to the canteen lock until after the meal. So, in my ‘little shoes’ that were a bit too big for me, I went to the dining room, where I met Madame. She had as much trouble with my outfit as if I'd been wearing tracksuits! She really didn't care that I was in drag.
During the meal we talked about a variety of subjects, and they gave me advice on tourist outings to suit my tastes. At the end of the evening, I had to ask for the keys to the canteen lock. They'd totally forgotten, which is a detail for them!
The nice ‘perverse lout’ just asked me, in front of his wife, if it could wait until the next morning, so he wouldn't have to go back up to their place. Generous at heart, to spare his legs, I agreed. Well, not just that, .... because I didn't mind feeling ‘obliged’.
Back in my flat, I couldn't sleep once I'd gone to bed. So I went to the dungeon to try on a few accessories and --> get my knickers in a twist, trying out a few shackles and restraint toys. I even tried the handcuffs as the key was stored with them. After settling down on the spanking bench, I got the idea of asking them to install the spanking machine so that one evening I could ... if not ... myself.
The next day, Marc gave me back the keys to the canteen, so I could go for a walk and do some sightseeing.
The week went by too quickly! Between my solitary games, my little self-bondages, the strait-jacket test (duration decided with a die), a space game, a 4x4 ride and a big bike ride with him, I didn't see the time go by. The spanking machine isn't just a toy according to my buttocks. On the last day, he offered to do a bit of Urbex, but only if I went out as a woman. Erm...? I finally agreed. It's true that where he took me, we didn't meet anyone except on the road when we were driving, which didn't expose me.
It was late September when my stay came to an end. On Saturday morning, after the house had been inspected, Madame noticed something no bigger than a speck of dust. In fact, it was just a pretext for what was to follow. That ‘bastard’ Marc had planned a trick so that he wouldn't give me back the keys to my chastity cage. His darling accomplice was smiling broadly, knowing what he was going to offer me.
- The state of the place imposes a kind of penalty which will not be financial, rest assured, it will be decided by a die. You roll a die which will indicate a number. I'll replace your key lock with a combination lock, which you won't have. If the die shows 3, my wife will send you the combination by email in 3 weeks' time!
I agreed to play, because my wife challenged me with her eyes. I was lucky on the dice because I didn't roll a 6. But by rolling a 4, I almost made LockTober.
END
If this bed and breakfast for fetishists really exists, this erotic story is fictional. It simply gives you an example of what it's possible to experience at the fetish bed and breakfast when you're single.
If you are alone, we can accompany you for a while if YOU wish.
This can of course be totally different depending on YOUR desires and fetishes just as if you come as a couple or with an accomplice.
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