The Former Student Ch. 08

His heart jumped at the words. Wow! That had been easy! He had been dreading having to charm some woman into giving him the key to his chastity cage. Half dreading the things she might do since she had him in her power, half fantasizing about being forced to serve some beautiful Asian woman like in the porn he watched. But all he had to do after all was just show up.

The receptionist said she was sorry but for security reasons she would need to see his ID before she could give the key to him. Martin quickly pulled out his driver's licence and passed it over. Still elated at the thought of his freedom being so close he didn't comment when she took a picture of it before handing it back to him. He slipped it back into his wallet as she opened a drawer and reached inside.

His feeling of elation dashed down to earth as she pulled out a hotel keycard and handed it to him. Right key, hotel key not chastity cage key. He dimly heard her giving him instructions as to how to reach the room as his heart sank. His freedom wasn't going to be so easily earned.

He trudged to the elevators trying to remember the instructions the receptionist had given him. Which didn't turn out to be hard to follow. The elevator only went up to the 9^th floor and it turned out to be the penthouse suite. Whoever this mysterious woman was, she was obviously rich enough to afford the best room in the hotel.

Martin knocked loudly but there was no answer so he used the keycard to let himself in. "Hello is anyone here?" he half shouted. Not wanted to be too loud to disturb someone but not wanting to surprise them as he ventured into the suite. The lights were off, the suite dark and silent. He flicked on the light switch beside the door so he could see into the suite.

Palatial was the word to describe the decorations. But there seemed to be no sign of occupation as he took off his shoes and wandered into its interior. He shouted louder this time, perhaps she was sleeping in a bedroom? Rudely awakening her from a good sleep did not seem like the best way to introduce himself.

He finally reached the living room. A large TV screen dominated one wall, fancy and high tech... maybe it was even 3D. He wasn't a technology expert so he just thought of it as an expensive TV. The other furniture and decoration fit the very upscale ambiance of the hotel in general. There was one jarring exception which drew his eye.

A large medieval stocks sat in the centre of the carpet about 6 feet in front of the TV. A giant metal device it was incongruous with the plush luxury that surrounded it. A sheet of white paper was taped to it. Martin shouted "Anyone here?" again before approaching the device warily to read the note.

"For my safety I require you be restrained before I enter the room. Please press the green button to lock the mechanism and signal me. Or you may leave if you do not wish to do so and I will leave you to solve your issue in your own way."

Martin certainly wasn't keen to lock himself into the stocks. He had been expecting a civilized conversation between two adults, doing so while being restrained in such a manner made it seem more like he was a supplicant begging for release from his cage from the holder of his key. Which was true, not that he liked to think of it that way. This unseen person had all the power and he could refuse to play her game but then where would that leave him? Besides he could understand why a petite Asian lady wouldn't want to be alone in a hotel room with a sex crazed man twice her size.

He thought of not putting himself into the stocks and just pushing the button. But then she would just leave as soon as she saw he was not restrained. He could of course grab her and physically restrain her... but he didn't like to even think of using his physical strength of have his way with a lady. No need to play into the sex-crazed madman image that she had of him already. Besides he could always restrain himself by pushing the button and then push the button again to release himself whenever he wanted to. Let her have her illusion of control but she didn't seem to have really thought this through very well.

So he gingerly fit his head and hands into the stocks. It was very well padded but it felt too much like putting his head into a guillotine to be comfortable at all. He took a deep breath and drew up his courage to push the button just below his right hand. Slowly the top part of the mechanism slid down, enclosing his neck and wrests with a slight pressure before locking with a sharp click.

Martin could only stare ahead at his reflection dimly reflected in the huge TV in front of him. He jerked against the restraints but he was held firmly in the device. The feeling of being imprisoned welled up inside him, demanding that he press the button again to release himself but he fought it down. He had come this far, he had to see this through. He needed to try to reason with this woman first before he resorted to freeing himself. If she was unreasonable then he could always resort to his superior strength whenever he wished.

A few moments passed as Martin waited. He was growing more apprehensive by the moment, breathe beginning to quicken a little as he began to jerk impulsively against the restraints. Then he heard the door to the suite beep and swing open. He raised his eyes to the TV screen, struggling to catch the first sign of this mysterious woman who had him captive.

Suddenly the lights switched off. Martin jerked in alarm, reflexively pressing the button to free himself. Nothing happen as he struggled against the restraints. He pressed it again and again to no avail as he dimly heard footsteps approaching.

"Who is there?" he yelled as he struggled to no avail to release himself. But there was no answer. Just the sound of footsteps getting closer.

Panicking and with only his feet free, he kicked out reflexively backwards at the person behind him. He grunted in shock as his right foot was caught easily by a hand around his ankle. He strained with all his might but his foot was inexorably moved downwards and fasten to the device. The strength of their arm surpassing that of his leg muscles was incongruous with his image of the person as a petite lady. More like a weightlifter he thought as he kicked out with his left foot, which met the same fate. No longer able to move at all he shook himself in the stocks helplessly.

"Please who are you? Please let me go!" he shouted into the darkness. He felt delicate hands fasten something around his face. He tried to shake his head around but all he achieved was feeling the smooth skin of her hands against his face as she buckled it firmly into place. He heard a throaty giggle of mirth as she stepped back away from him.

"No! Please! Let me go!" he continued to shout. But he realized that the luxury of the suite probably included very good soundproofing. No one was going to hear him and come rescue him.

Thankfully the lights turned back on. Martin could now see that the device she had attached to his head served as blinders, removing his peripheral vision. He could only stare straight ahead at his reflection in the TV screen. Which now faintly showed a petite figure approaching him from behind. He struggled to discern the face of his captor, but gave up when he realized she was wearing a veil to disguise herself.

He cursed himself internally for having thought he was the smartest one in the room. Clearly she had thought of everything. And now he was helpless in her control.

He was out of options so he resorted to begging. Promising whatever she wanted if she would only release him. All he achieved was another giggle of mirth at his words. Finally he gave up and just let his body go slack in the device that held him prisoner. He clearly had no agency in what was going to happen to him.

His resigned acceptance of his situation was short lived. He jerked to life again as he felt the strange woman lift the bottom of his jacket. He heard the snip-snip of scissors as she slowly cut it up to the neck and then down each arm until it fell from his shoulders and pooled at his feet. He held his breath helplessly as she pulled the bottom of his dress shirt out of his pants and repeated the procedure; baring his torso. He held himself perfectly still fearing that any movement might lead to her cutting him accidentally.

But it was difficult not to move as the scissors continued to snip their way through his belt, through his pants and finally the remains of his boxers fell at his feet. He was naked, except for his tie and his socks and the cage around his cock which had caused all these problems. His nudity made him feel even more helpless and he began to beg again...beg for her to have mercy on him.

The dainty fingers returned to his face. He hung resignedly, not moving as wireless earbuds were slipped into his ears. And then for the first time he heard her speak, whispering directly into his ears like an ASMR video, sending shivers down his spine, making it impossible to get any hint of her identity from her voice.

"Hush boy, there will be no pain today for you. Only pleasure if you are a good boy and don't displease me."

He went silently obediently. Obedience seemed the best plan until he was free once once more. He saw her reflection in the TV bend down and remove his wallet, phone and keys from the destroyed remains of his trousers. She stepped back out of view.

He heard another giggle in his ears, "So you really are a professor, boy. I had my doubts. After all, men always lie until they are broken of that bad habit."

Martin shivered at the thought of being broken by this mysterious woman. He was beginning to realize he wasn't the first overconfident man who had fallen into her web. He had been confident in his brains and brawn but they hadn't been of any use against her.

She returned to his side, gripping his finger in her own much more delicate ones and pressed it up against his phone which obediently unlocked itself for her. Traitorous device!

She disappeared again once more. Leaving Martin to wonder what she was doing with what. A faint tsk -tsk that echoed in his ears made him feel apprehensive.

"So you do lie, boy. Just as I expected."

Martin protested that he hadn't lied at all. He had always been honest with her. She must be mistaken.

Suddenly the TV in front of him flicked to life. It flickered through the start-up sequence then displayed the Instagram conversation he had with Reiko-sama on his anonymous account.

"You do have a key-holder. Whom I presume is going to be very cross with you once I inform her of your escapades."

Martin panicked.

"No Miss. Please. It isn't what you think. That is just an anonymous account. She isn't my key-holder. She is just someone I worship from a distance. She doesn't know anything about this. Please please, I'll do anything. Just please don't tell her about any of this.

He was horrified about Reiko-sama finding out about his weird fantasies about her. She would be so crushed knowing the friendly professor had actually been perving on her in secret.

More pictures flashed on the screen. Pictures of him with Reiko-sama hiking last week.

"More lies, boy. Hardly anonymous it seems if you are taking pictures with her. My patience is growing very thin."

Martin broke down and confessed everything. About his fantasies for Asian femdom. About his growing attraction for the glorious Reiko-sama. How he had struggled with his attraction for her. How he had been as strong as he could not to give into his desire for his beautiful student. How he had finally purchased a cock cage to restrain himself when in her presence.

He poured out everything to his unseen captor as she listened wordlessly.

"I see boy. You are such a pitiful thing. Caging yourself but too timid to hand the key to your proper owner. You need to be taken into hand, trained properly. Punished for your dirty thoughts about your student. I certainly can't let you go free in case you lose control and rape her."

Her whispered words echoed around Martin's head. He shook his head. He needed to be free. He tried begging since it was the only card he had to play.

"Please Miss. You can't leave me locked up forever. It isn't healthy. I need to be let out of my cage even just for a little bit. Please. I'll be good. Just please be kind to me Miss."

The woman giggled. "Very well boy. You will find that I can be very kind to good boys that know their place in the world."

Her reflection in the TV bent down and then with a click the cage around Martin's cock fell off... letting his erect cock spring forth. It bounced joyful at its freedom.

The woman's giggle at the display shamed Martin. He knew what she must be thinking. His erect cock showed his circumstances were making him aroused. The shock and horror had worn off and now his mind was obeying the years of stroking he had done to porn of men in such situations. Completely in the power of the women who controlled them.

He gasped in pleasure as he felt her cool, delicate fingers softly caress his erect cock. He gave in to the pleasure, beginning to moan as she begin to stroke it every so slowly.

"Yes boy. I can be very kind indeed. For good boys who deserve my kindness. Have you been a good boy who deserves an orgasm?"

Martin unhesitatingly assured her that yes he was a very good boy that definitely did deserve an orgasm.

Those wonderful fingers continued to stoke his arousal. His cock was now rock-hard, his balls beginning to tighten, preparing to spew forth all his pent up cum.

But those blessed fingers fell away from his cock. Leaving it bouncing alone in empty space, nothing to stimulate it over the last hurdle to a wonderful climax.

"Perhaps I would grant you your wish if you belonged to me boy but your heart belongs to another. You should be begging her for her release."

Hanging limply in the stocks, Martin could only think of his need for an orgasm. His fevered brain imagined Reiko-sama in place of the mysterious woman. It was her hands teasing his cock, deepening his submission to her beauty.

"Please Reiko-sama. Please let your miserable servant orgasm in submission to you. I beg of you to be merciful and grant me this undeserved blessing so my mind may be forever ensnared in service to you."

He waited, hoping those fingers would return to stroking his needy cock.

She giggled into his ears. "Such a needy boy you are. Let us see if your goddess is feeling kind today."

To his horror he saw on the TV screen her typing what she had said into his Instagram chat with Reiko-sama. Finished, her hand returned to his cock. Stroking it back to full erection. Teasing the head gently with her delicate fingers as he moaned in pleasure.

It felt like forever as he hung there. Staring at the screen hoping for Reiko-sama to respond. Knowing that she was probably busy and had much better things to do than answer perverted requests from an anonymous man on the internet. But still he hoped as the woman teased him to one edge after another, giggling in his ears with joy as he gave into the raw need to orgasm, humping his cock up against her hand like a dog in heat as he moaned in his need to be finally allowed to cum.

Finally a response came. A simple "No" appeared on the screen in front of his eyes.

The hand left his cock, leaving him humping the empty air in unabated need.

"Your owner has spoken boy. I suggest you serve her better in the future if you wish to earn what you so clearly desperately want."

He tried to beg the woman to be kind. He needed to cum. He had to. But her dainty hand covered his mouth softly.

"Hush boy. Your Reiko-sama owns this naughty cock of yours. I am only her instrument in training you to serve her. Don't disrespect her by asking me to go against her wishes or I will be very angry with you boy."

So he went silent. Staring at the message from Reiko-sama. Wishing he hadn't stopped serving her on Instagram. He should have offered to be her servant, offered to amuse her in whatever she wished. He should have earned his orgasm today.

Still he tried to struggle helplessly as he felt the cold chill of ice pressed upon his cock. Making it shrink obediently to its limp state. Once again he felt the cage click into place around his cock. Trapping him once more in its inescapable prison. It felt heavier and tighter than it had before.

He was drained of all his strength. He knew soon the need to cum would rise once again but for now he just couldn't stir. He felt so helpless, completely mastered by a woman he knew nothing about.

She spoke once again in his ears. "I suggest you think about how you can serve your goddess better. In your fantasies perhaps orgasming in her honor is serving her, but how does a man spilling his seed out of his oversized cock make her life better? You have much to learn before you are ready to be her servant in reality and not just in your mind."

"Keep the room keycard, boy. We will need many sessions before you will be ready for your precious Reiko-sama to become your key-holder. And just in case you have second thoughts about returning for more training boy, I think your goddess would be interested in seeing this video."

Martin numbly watched the TV show a video of him hanging in the stocks. His fully erect cock bounced between his thighs as he stared straight into the camera and begged Reiko-sama for permission to cum. His eyes strained to find the camera that was hidden among the various ports and gizmos on the huge TV. Not that it mattered now. Once again he hadn't been as smart as he thought he was.

He didn't notice the mysterious woman leaving. He just soaked in the shame of his perversion on full display on the TV in front of him. Watching his cock bounce in desperate need. Listening to his voice begging with the same ragged need. It must have played a dozen times before the stocks that held him prisoner beeped and slid open, releasing him to sink lifelessly to the floor among the scraps of his clothes.

Finally he roused himself to get to his feet and find the TV remote to silence his voice that echoed in the room. He was wondering how he was going to get home without any clothes. Perhaps he could scavenge a towel from the washroom. But the woman had left a bag of clothes behind him. His dressed numbly, noting that they were much finer than the one's she had cut off his body. He placed the ear buds into the carrying case she had left on top of the clothes and slide the room key card into his wallet.

Then he left the room behind him, free at last. But he knew he would be back obediently when she next called for him. What troubled him most was he wasn't sure if that was due to the fear of her sending the video of him to Reiko-sama or due to the memory of the pleasure that had washed away everything in his mind as he hung naked in her power.