Michou's Secret Garden 

Another humiliating experience

 

 

My Master makes me wear a chastity device to a Munch and a Fetish Party :

Tonight, with a couple of friends, I go out to a "munch", followed by a fetish party. My Master, C, has been aware of this outing for more than a week now.

This is the beginning of the month of May 2003 and, for many months now, we have been living at a three hours drive away from each other. Even at a distance, he still tries to control my sexuality, specially when he thinks that I could be more exposed to strangers' wandering hands. So, he ordered me to wear a chastity device, of my own making (see picture at the top of the page), for the whole evening.

Even if I hate to wear that kind of device and have never worn it for a long period of time, I did not argue too much with him because I intend to take a picture before going out and to take it off before my departure.

But, as usually, I am late and I have promised to my friend, H, to arrive at the munch by 19:00 sharp. I have taken a couple of pictures of me but, as it seems a bit chilly outside, I had difficulties to decide what to wear over my black blouse and ankle lenght skirt.

As I take place into my car, I realise that I have forgotten to get rid of my chastity device. As, I am a little bit supersticious on the side, I decide not to go back into the house. So, I will have to live the experience till the end of the night, since I have left the key of the padlock, on a table, into my room.

At the munch, my friend, H, arrives a good fifteen minutes after me but a man has previously made my presentation to most of the other guests there, many of them I have already met at another munch held, a couple of months earlier.

After having had time to speak to many of the people seated at our table, an opportunity arises to tell H that my Master will be in town, in about a week or so and, if she wants to join us, she is very welcomed. This is when H jumps on the occasion to advice me that her own master has ordered her to punish me, at the fetish party. As she explains to me, I understand that I will have to lift my skirt up in order to show my clitty to her and to everybody else there.

Right at that moment, I remember that I am still wearing that damn chastity device. I just do not know which is more humiliating: to flash my clitty in front of her again or to show her that I have to wear a chastity device?

Those of you, who already have read my other story with C and H( ), will remember that she was mad at me because my Master made me flash my clitty at her, in the store where she works, not far away from customers and coworkers. Tonight, she still seems to be slightly mad at me but I believe she is more annoyed than mad. Rather singularly, she admits that she continues to enjoy herself, from time to time, with the little pump my Master left her, when we visited her, at her store.

Anyway, as it is time for me to pay a visit to the restrooms, I decide to take that opportunity to try to get rid of the chastity device which covers my clitty.

As I enter a stall, there do not seem to be any other lady inside the room. I lift my skirt high on my waist, take off my little panties, store them in my handbag and start to make everything I can to get rid of the infamous piece of equipment, locked on my clitty. Even after many attempts to push my testicles out of the ring, which is attached behind them, I only succeed to hurt myself rather badly. When I try to, at least, take my rather small clitty out of the confining tube, I realise pretty fast that this is impossible and I must revert to pee through it.

Cleaning myself is not a small task but I try again to take off my chastity device. I am no more successfull than on my first try.

Back at the munch, as I move my chair to sit back on it, to my greatest surprise, I feel and watch the chastity device, I tried desperately to remove, fall at my feet. I am so astonished that, trying to pick it up, as fast as I can, I make my chair fall on its back. Everybody turns around and watch me. I lift my chair and pick up my chastity device, trying to hide it inside of my hand, before I put it into my handbag. What an embarrassing moment it is!

By chance, the rest of the evening is uneventful except, at the party, which does not produce usually that kind of entertainment, two beautiful submissive ladies are tied on the x-cross and have to parade braless and almost nude during the best part of the time I am there. They are truly wonderful to look at. Also, one of the very few dominant ladies there compliments me on the high heels I am wearing. Two men, also tell me that I look classy and, one of them, the youngest, takes my hand in his own to kiss it. No doubt, it is only as a joke but I enjoy it just the same.

But, most gratifying for me, I leave the party without being punished by H. We both easily agreed earlier that this is not a suitable place to realize that kind of punishment and she will give the nescessary explanations to her Master. What a relief it is!

Note: A few pictures related to that evening out can be seen on the May 2003, of the section dedicated to my "Fetish Parties".