For a Good Cause

by Denied4ever

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Storycodes: F+/m; chastity; bond; hood; caning; toys; public; cons; X

Even though I’m in chastity and someone else holds my key I’m usually in control. Whether I’m at work or play I’m usually the one making the decisions.

There are times however that my keyholder feels the need to grab the horns and run the show. This usually happens with little notice, is short lived but quite intense. This time was no different.

The message came through on Thursday. It was short but left no doubt she was taking control.

Free up your Friday afternoon, I’ll pick you up at 12:00, dress casual.

I was pretty excited, but very nervous when I went out to the curb to wait, about 15 minutes early. People from my office were leaving for an early Friday lunch and asked if I wanted to join them. I said I couldn’t and that I was just waiting for someone to pick me up. Clearing my afternoon had not been easy there were two important meetings that had to be rescheduled to make it happen but I wasn’t going to miss this.

She pulled up and smiled but said nothing when I got in. I knew better than to speak so we rode in silence. We pulled up to the rear of our local kink store and she made a phone call. We’re here was all she said and as we got out of the car the rear door of the shop opened. Before I could see who it was I was curtly told “eyes down.” We walked in and all I saw was two pairs of high heels, my keyholders and someone else’s. That was increasing my urge since I love high heels. My already tight chastity cage was becoming very tight.

We were only a few feet from the door when I was told to strip and just throw my clothes in the corner. Soon I wore nothing but my shiny steel cage. I knew the key was dangling between my keyholders breasts but I hadn’t seen it for almost two weeks. I was then quickly collared and cuffed before someone produced my hood. It’s a very tight hood that laces in the back. It has eye holes and a mouth hole but conceals the wearers identity. More importantly though once it’s on the front can be zipped shut blocking out all light. Once the hood was on and tightened and then, just for good measure retightened, a leash was clipped on my collar and I was led out into the store. I was quickly secured by all four cuffs and locked in place standing in the center of the store. My keyholder then stood in front of me and with her hand on my chin raised my face to make eye contact. The wicked gleam in her eyes was intoxicating.

“It’s time I told you what’s going on. The store is doing an educational afternoon and evening that’s also a kink fundraiser. People will come in and be shown toys and their uses. For a donation of their choosing they will be allowed to try them out on our display victims. I volunteered you for the first two hours.”

Now while this went far beyond anything I’d ever done before it didn’t exceed my stated limits so I was stuck. “Your safeword is as always yellow, use it and we’ll switch to something else for a while.” I knew from past experience that if I used that word she would stop and switch to a different torture but would come back to make me safeword over and over. “Use the word red and everything stops.” I’d never used red and certainly hoped I wouldn’t today.

While I stood there soaking this all in, the door to the store was opened and the first few people came in. We went from zero to sixty very quickly, since the first person to try me out was a very young nervous woman, who wanted to try out a lexan cane. Damn that was quick. They were behind me as the store clerk went over the qualities of each cane. The young woman decided she wanted to try the “stingy” one and made a donation in the can on the counter. The clerk showed her the target points on my rear and the areas to avoid. She the demonstrated with two fairly light strokes. The young woman had no intentions of starting lightly and I’m sure I saw stars on the first stroke.

After four quick strokes she was instructed to run her hand over my ass to feel the heat and the rapidly rising welts. Her lingering hand felt good, but she then announced she would buy the cane and left just as quickly as she arrived.

Over the next two hours I was subjected to clamps, whips, paddles, lubes, wax, vibrators and plugs. There were also people who took the opportunity to write all over my body with markers. Some wrote crude things, but others signed their autographs and others wrote the date. I used my safeword several times, always from the cane, and when each new patron came in the store the clerks were quick to point out how to quickly make me safeword.

By the time my two hours were up I was a quivering mess, with a constant leak from my chastity device. By that time my device had been inspected and tugged on by dozens of people and the store had sold at least seven of them. I was taken down and led from the room, eyes down, to a round of applause from the patrons and staff.

As I left the front of the store I saw the feet of the next victim and realized the next store model was a woman. I would have loved to stay and watch but my keyholder had other plans. My hood was removed but the collar and cuffs were left locked on. I was still covered in writings, lube, wax, welts and bruises as I got dressed. I was led to the door, but before leaving my keyholder removed her very wet panties and stuffed them into my mouth. The drive home was quick and of course quiet  Once there and with the door safely closed behind us she stood behind me and unlocked my collar. Once that was removed she reached around and undid my pants removing them and my shirt. The then spun me around to face her and while looking me in the eyes lowered herself to her knees and pulled out her necklace with my chastity key to unlock my device...

16.12.2019

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