A little surprise. Slaves view of proceedings. So I arrived at Melbourne. I rarely come to this city, usually traveling elsewhere for work. I've had some previous experience with an incredibly patient edging Master who managed to convince me over the course of a year to play with a chastity cage. So in my rush to pack for the Melbourne trip, I brought the cage, and didn't bring enough clothes or toiletries. I think Sir will be pleased with my priorities? [Monday Night - Texting on RECON...] [me]: Its more of an idea Sir...I brought a chastity cage with me. I have been trying to practice with it recently (stretching and get used to it). You are probably busy and don't have much time for last minute play from a random guy. I thought I could just turn up and you can lock a real padlock on it and keep the key until Wednesday (I leave Thursday). I thought the idea is both scary and exciting in a way Sir. No need to play if you don't want or are too busy. [Sir]: Yes that could be interesting. [Sir]: As your visiting it might be easier if I come to you. [me]: I think I blew it with the timing of the idea. I should have said so hours ago. [me]: Visiting is ok Sir. I'm just at {Hotel Location}. [me]: Let me know what you think and how you might like to arrange it Sir. [Sir]: Well I could come tomorrow and put on the lock. I would have some time to play. We could do some basic slave training if you would like. I am not working tomorrow so when would be a good time? [me]: I'm down here for work Sir. I finish at 5pm. Sorry I can't be earlier. I'm in room {xxx}. I didn't bring a padlock either Sir. I wasn't really expecting or planning this, until I read your blog... [me]: I'm working just 9-5pm Sir. [Sir]: Ok that works for me. I will arrive at 5:15 pm with a lock. [me]: Ok Sir... (I'm just having an "oh shit" moment...)... see you tomorrow... I'm in room {xxx} Sir. Let me know where to meet? [Sir]: I will text you when I arrive and you can come down to pick me up. [Sir]: I can only stay till 6pm so it will be a taste only. [me]: No problems Sir. Thank you for agreeing to this randomness Sir. [Sir]: Boi I will make it. My mobile if there are issues {xxxx xxx xxx}. [me]: Well I'm glad you are looking forward to it Sir. I'm still having an oh shit moment... [Sir]: Boi there is no need to panic. Everything is consensual. You will not be forced to do anything you are uncomfortable with. A hotel is a fairly public place so you are in a safe place. [Sir]: What sort of cock cage is the chastity device? [me]: Ok ok thanks Sir. This is just new and different to me and I didn't think you would say yes.... I have a Holy Trainer 1 Sir. It takes those small airport type padlocks Sir...

[Monday Night and The Next Day...] I constantly wondered if Sir would back out. I wondered if I was being too reckless and foolish, letting a stranger with a blog use a metal padlock without ever meeting or knowing him first. I was anxious and nervous all day. The "stranger danger" alarm bell kept ringing in my head. Oh shit maybe he won't unlock me. Should I back out...? Maybe Sir might back out...? What if this happens...? What if that happens...? Should I back out...? Maybe Sir might back out...? [Tuesday 5pm - Texting on phone...] [Sir]: In hotel foyer come get me. Black leather coat. [me]: Hi Sir. I'm coming down. At the lift. White shirt Sir. Oh Shit. Oh Shit. This guy is for real. When the lift doors opened. Sir was already standing there waiting. For an instant, I stood there frozen in shock, horrified by the sight in front of me, regretting this entire endeavour. I think my eyes were bulging as big as dinner plates. Standing right next to Sir was my colleague who had travelled with me and she was very puzzled as to why I wasn't coming out of the lift. And I didn't have an explanation for refusing to come out of THAT closet. Fortunately I think Sir caught on to the situation and didn't say anything in the lift. I hope my colleague just thought I was being goofy. I was scheduled to have drinks with her later in the evening... Wonderful. Just wonderful... Once inside, Sir told me to get undressed and inspected every part of me. He taught me three different attention positions and asked about my previous experiences. I hadn't cum for five days and was already feeling too horny. I was in that confused state of mind where I really wanted to cum but knew I really shouldn't displease Sir, and I was still a bit nervous about being locked up without the key. Sir then announced I was going to be edged the entire session before being locked. That was another shock too. I paused, I wanted to say "no" because I'll be too frustrated and distracted to think about anything else afterwards (I do have an appointment with the boss and colleagues after this!). I had just expected a quick lock and leave and at most some "light" "slave training" garnish. But I caught the words before they came out and Sir then spent the entire time edging and bringing me close to cumming. It was difficult trying to fight the urge to cum. I came close to blowing it several times, but Sir would always stop just before I tipped over the edge. It was frustrating as hell and the knowledge that I'd be locked up later on added to the frustration. It is difficult to fully enjoy being edged when you know there isn't going to be any release afterwards. I tensed up, rigid, trying to hold back all the time to avoid exploding. And then there is still the "stranger danger" alarm bell still ringing in the corner of my mind. I didn't think that the "slave training" would be a full blown edging session. Several times I just wanted to ask Sir if I could cum, because everyone knows when you're desperate, there's always a better chance you might win the lottery, right?. But Sir wouldn't give permission. Sometime I just bit my lips and groaned at the next denial. Each time getting close, but not quite getting there... I also had my hands tied up, mainly because I tend to flail around when frustrated and denied. It was an hour of relentless edging with few breaks and even a toothbrush thrown into the mix. By the end of it, I was engorged and my ballsac had almost disappeared into my body, ready in the anticipation that I might cum. But of course not. Sir was serious about going through with this. I felt a bit trapped when I saw the padlock. I couldn't back out of this anymore. It then occurred to me that I don't even know where Sir lives. I don't even know his name. All I have is a strangers phone number and once the lock snapped on, Sir got ready to leave. He said he MIGHT come back. He MIGHT not. The alarm bells grew louder. He told me to be a good boi, I nodded enthusiastically, I was feeling very agreeable, hoping that would make him come back, hoping he might leave a spare key. I wanted to change my mind. I wanted to "suggest" that he might leave a spare key for me. But he was already out the door, and I was only wearing a cage with a secured metal lock. My boss was actually staying on the same floor. I didn't want another disastrous encounter. It was a tiny hotel and all the rooms were near the lift. I had to close the door quickly. Oh shit, too late, there he goes. He didn't leave a spare key. He was gone. Is Sir going to come back?