I once wrote this for one of my holders. As no one has written a story here yet i thought i'd share it with you. I hope you like it

I am pretty nervous. Today you invited me to your house. It will be the
first time we meet in person. We met online a few weeks ago. We chatted
frequently on a fetish site and discovered, that we hat similar interests.
We both were into chastity play and bondage. Of course on different sides
of the mirror.

Two weeks ago i received a package from you. It contained a chastity
cage, an open padlock and a note telling me to lock myself up and send you
a picture as proof. You wrote, that you wanted me in the right mood by the
time we were going to meet.

And in the right mood i surely was after two weeks in chastity. Nervously
i knock on your door. You open. You look gorgeous. With a wicked smile you
hold out a straitjacket towards me. With a mixture of fear, hornyness and
anticipation i put my arms into the sleeves. You quickly close the straps
sealing me into my canvas prison. In a matter
of minutes i am your helpless toy.

You lead me into your living room and ask me to kneel down before the
armchair in which you are sitting. Then you ask me to kiss your feet. Your
dark red nails are hypnotizing me. You tease me with your feet, with your
look with your words. Then you relax into your seat. Smiling down at me.
After a while you hold up my chin and look me deep in the eyes while you
move your skirt up showing that you don't wear underwear. You pick up a
vibrator from the table. Before you have me kiss your feet again you tell
me, that since i am tied up and locked in a chastity belt i won't be able
to satisfy you. I am horny and frustrated as hell. All i can do is kiss
your beautiful feet while i hear your breathing get faster. And then i can
hear you orgasm. You start shaking. And so do i. I crave for an orgasm
myself. I plead you to free me.

But you just smile. Tell me, that since i have been a good boy you would
allow me to sleep in your bedroom. I am thankful for this honor. We go
upstairs. At the feet of your bed there is a small steel cage. And there is
your wicked smile again as you produce a blindfold. You take my sight
before you lock me into the cage still strapped tightly in the
straitjacket. I can hear you undress. I can hear you move around. I would
love to be able to see you. And then i can hear your breathing getting
faster again.