The Note

Submitted by: dfs495@hotmail.com

The note said:

Greetings,
This man is my submissive. I have sent him on a mission, which I am sure he will find humiliating. I hope you don't mind helping.
If you are reading this, he has followed my instructions so far. I gave him this sealed envelope and told him to take it to someone who would be open minded. He is to do whatever you tell him as long as it isn't illegal, won't cause permanent harm and won't cause him any trouble in his private life.
He is locked up in a chastity belt. It was his idea that I control how often he could have a sexual release. He currently has been locked up for about two weeks. He is going to determine how much longer he will remain locked, but he won't know that until later. Don't tell him. He thinks that by doing what I have asked he will be released from chastity tonight.
If you are uncomfortable with any of this, hand him back this note and send him on his way. If it looks like he tried to open the envelope, send him on his way. If you are willing, here is what I would suggest that you do. Please feel free to add to any of this if you have a sadistic streak but don't hurt him too bad. First, make him give you all the money he has in his pockets - bills, change, whatever. If he doesn't have enough on him to properly compensate you for your time, keep the money and send him on his way. He normally doesn't carry any money in his wallet but you can ask him for it to check. Have him turn his pockets inside out to prove that he is now broke. Next, have him strip naked and if possible kneel on the floor. If that isn't practical just have him drop his pants to show you his chastity belt and pull up or off his shirt so you can get to his back.
If you have never seen a chastity belt on a man, feel free to examine it. Ask him about why he wears it and how it makes him feel. Be sure to laugh at his predicament if you don't mind. I know that he will be humiliated and embarrassed and excited by having to do this. He is so controlled by his penis. After you have had all of your questions answered and made fun of him as much as you wish, let anyone else around who wouldn't object see him too.
Ask him to pick a number between 1 and 10. Don't tell him why. Take the pen and write that number on his back. Sign your name or write me a note on his back as well. This is a permanent marker so please don't write anything where it can't be covered with clothing.
After all of that, send him on his way. Thanks for your help.
Suzanne

Of course, at the time I didn't know what it said or what I was getting myself into when Mistress handed the sealed envelope to me. She only told me that I needed to find someone who was "kink friendly" to help me. She told me that if I did this, I would be allowed out of my chastity belt and would get to jack off. As I had been locked up for two weeks, I was anxious to comply.

At first I wasn't sure who I could go to. I finally decided that a massage parlor would probably be a good place to try. There are a few in our town and since they occasionally get busted for prostitution, I assumed that they would be open to whatever my Mistress wanted me to do. I, of course, was nervous about it. I trust my Mistress but she was sending me out into the world with some unknown chore. I wanted to please her, not get in trouble and get to cum. In that order, I think.

I took the envelope and promised Mistress that I wouldn't open it. I jumped in my car and headed toward the nearest massage parlor I knew of. I was nervous and excited and worried and . . . and . . . and. It is always amazing the mixed emotions I have as a submissive.

I arrived at the massage parlor and since I had never been there before I had to listen to the old lady who ran the place explain things to me. She told me there would be a charge for the session and that the "masseuse" would negotiate her fee with me. There were pictures of the girls available on the wall and I chose a young blonde. The old lady took my money for the session and escorted me to a room with a massage table and two chairs in it. She told me to sit down and that my girl of choice would join me in a minute.

It took more than a minute, or at least it seemed like it. I was holding the sealed envelope in my hand wondering what the note inside said and wondering what the round lump in it was. My hands were clammy. My masseuse arrived with a quick knock at the door. She came in and I was amazed at how young she looked. I was also pleased that she was wearing a short skirt and high heels. I could tell that she didn't expect give me just a massage.

She smiled and said hello as she sat down in the other chair. Before she had a chance to say much, I handed her the enveloped and asked her to open it. She seemed puzzled but looked at it for a moment, turned it over, slipped a finger into the envelope fold and ripped it open. The pen landed on the floor at my feet as she pulled the paper out. I picked it up and wondered what my Mistress had in mind for it.

I sat there watching her read. It was such an odd feeling not knowing what was written on that page. She smiled and looked at me for a minute and then went back to reading. I shifted nervously in my seat and waited. Finally, she said that I needed to give her all the money in my pockets. I had about $50 that I handed over. She didn't even count it but stood up and put it into her pocket. She also took the pen from me saying that she would need it. She then instructed me to get completely undressed and lay down on the table before she got back. She walked out of the room, taking the note with her so I had no chance to read what my Mistress had written.

I was uncomfortable getting undressed since no one other than my Mistress had ever seen me in my chastity belt. I wondered how this young woman would react when she got back. I did as I was instructed, however, being the good submissive that I am. I folded my clothes and set them on my chair. I adjusted my belt and jumped up onto the table.

This time I didn't have to wait long. My masseuse came back into the room but she wasn't alone. Two of the other girls whose pictures were on the wall and the older lady who ran the place followed her in. I sat up and actually covered my crotch with my hands. The girls were laughing and talking to each other as they passed the note around. They surrounded the table and told me that they wanted to see my "little worm" all locked up. I lay back down and moved my hands revealing my trapped cock and balls.

I know that I was three shades of red but I also was getting erect which of course made my cock squish itself harder into my belt. I was in pain. The girls didn't seem to care. They were joking and laughing about my predicament. They talked about me and about what having a sex slave would be like as if I wasn't even there. Eventually they all started asking me questions about wearing the belt and about my relationship with my Mistress. They asked a lot about what I do for my Mistress and what she does to me.

Finally, the young blonde I had originally picked out told me to roll over. Lying face down and flat on the table with my belt on was uncomfortable. She then asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. It seemed like an odd question but when I said seven, all the girls laughed. I felt the pen on my back and I could tell that she was writing a seven on me. Then she wrote a bit more and handed the pen to one of the other women. Each one of them took turns putting the pen to my back. The smell of the ink was strong.

Eventually, they were all done writing and I was told to get dressed. Two of the women left the room but the blonde and the older lady stayed and watched as I slipped back into my clothes. I asked if there was anything else I needed to do and the older lady laughed and told me that I had to kiss their shoes before I left. I knelt down and did so and as I stood up, the older lady said she would escort me out. She then told me that she hoped I would be back soon and told me to have a nice day with a sweet smile.

I walked out to my car on wobbly legs. I sat behind the wheel for a few minutes to calm myself. I couldn't help but wonder about what was written on my back but I knew that it would be very hard to try to see what it was. I hoped that I had done everything my Mistress wanted and I looked forward to getting to jack off as soon as I was back with her.

I drove straight to my Mistress's home. She greeted me at the door and told me to head to the dungeon. I, of course, knew that I was expected to be nude and kneeling on the floor in front of her throne when she arrived. I stripped quickly and assumed the position.

I heard her approach me from behind. She stood there obviously reading what was written on my back. At one point she laughed. She then sat down in front of me and asked if I had enjoyed what I had been through. I told her that it was an "interesting" experience. She said that she thought the women had enjoyed it too. I asked what was written on my back. She said there was a seven there. I told her that I knew that but was wondering what else it said. She told me that it was just a few private messages for her. I figured that I would try to find someway to read my back later. Since the marker wouldn't wash off quickly, I assumed I had plenty of time to sort out a way.

Mistress then told me that she had saved a copy of the note on her computer. She ordered me to crawl over to her desk and read it. I was thrilled to finally know what it said but I was shocked to see that I had condemned myself to another week of chastity. I had been convinced that I would get to cum and obviously was looking forward to it after two weeks. Now I had to wait another week because I had said seven.

Mistress only laughed when I complained and told me that she would see me in a week. I recognized that as a dismissal so I dressed as soon as she left the room and I let myself out of her house and headed home.

Only seven days to go now, I hope.

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