Well last night was the night I was hoping to be allowed to finally cum after nearly 15 months of no orgasm. As you might imagine, I was quite desperate.
Unfortunately my Mistress was away for New Years but we Skyped early in the evening where she gave me my instructions.
I was told to dress in my full rubber catsuit, rubber corset, rubber stockings and gloves and then to put on my 6 inch stiletto heeled ankle strap pumps. She told me that if I wanted to know where the key to my chastity cage was I also needed to add the shoe locks to the shoes using a couple of padlocks she had left in my desk drawer. This meant I couldn’t take the heels off without the key. She got me to show her that I had done so thoroughly before revealing the location of the key.
She told me she had taped it to the back of one of the green telephone cable exchange boxes a few streets away, low to the ground so no one would notice it unless they knew to look for it.
She told me I was welcome to go and get it whenever I wanted and that I could then enjoy myself.
Obviously my dilemma was how I was dressed. I know I can get my male clothes on over my rubber but the heels are still really obvious. I’ve also walked round the streets late at night in my heels before but usually early morning around 02:30-03:00 when I know no one will be around. Last night being New Years I could hear people out all night.
The anguish was killing me as I was so close to getting free but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house in the heels. Eventually I plucked up the courage to leave the house with my male clothes on over the rubber. This was about 03:30 and I couldn’t take it any longer. I scoured the road for any signs of people but it seemed to have gone quiet so I made a break for it. The sound of my heels on the pavement was so loud to my ears. I thought everyone would wake to hear the clicking of the stilettos. I got to the end of the road and went to turn left when I saw a group of people coming down the hill towards me, quite rowdy and obviously drunk. Not wanting to risk the confrontation I clip clipped back on myself and decided to try the other way round, hoping no one saw me acting suspiciously. My feet were arching now as I’d been in the heels for a few hours.
I carried on going and steeled my nerves, telling myself that I needed the key more than a little humiliation. I eventually made it to the cable box as directed without running into anyone else. I looked around and checked no one was watching as I bent down and felt for the tape. Thankfully I found it quickly and peeled it off, feeling the key secured within. I quickly headed home, my heels clicking at a faster pace with excitement. I stumbled a few times in my haste and with the adrenaline flowing.
Getting home I practically tore off my male clothes and got the key out. This was it. Over a year in the waiting. I slid the key into the lock and tried to twist it. It wouldn’t budge! I tried desperately but the lock wasn’t opening at all. What the hell!
I she my Mistress a text explaining. Her reply crushed me. This is it word for word.
“Oh, sorry, yes I realised I left the wrong key behind. I found your proper key in my purse a few hours ago but forgot to text you. I guess you’ll just need to wait until I get back on Wednesday. Happy new year. Xxx”
So now I’m stuck in chastity and stuck in these heels and the stockings under them until she gets back. I cannot explain how frustrated and desperate I am. I’m not sure whether it was an honest mistake or something to play with me. I’ll find out later!