My Oman Trip was about to come to an end. I have been collecting so many new experiences, my head was still full of them. On the other hand, I was also very excited and looking forward to meet my Master on the stopover in Istanbul when going back home tonight. I have been wearing my chastity cage for the whole trip and I was kind of proud about it. Master had instructed only two times, when I was allowed to take it off during the whole trip which was on each security check at the airports. So I regularly checked my WhatsApp, whether there were any news from his side. Then I saw I missed a WhatsApp call from him. Damn. I am such a dumbass whore. There was also a voice message:
"Hello Slave,
unfortunately my flight was canceled and I have to take a later one tomorrow. So we cannot meet in the Istanbul lounge. Which means you will stay locked in Istanbul. But since you behaved rather well and followed my commands, locktober will start in a few days and I am the
most generous Master you might ever meet, I will give you a chance for a final release. Lucky slave, you have your key with you. But opening it a third time is a break of rules. Because of that there will be some minor obstacles:
1. You will of course not touch, stimulate or manipulate your dick to reach an orgasm which should be natural to you at any rate.
2. So it has to be someone else who brings your rotten little excuse for a wiener to spit out its slime. The one has to see(!) how you remove your cage.
3. You've got only one try. If your scenario doesn't work, you lock yourself again and you will have an extended locktober. Enjoy!
4. I want a very detailed report about it. At least 1000 words. Write it in Istanbul.
5. Since I am so generous you will now take some shoe laces and bind them around your
balls as tight as you can. Then go and clean your pussy now. During this you can figure out what to do now.
6. The shoe laces stay around your balls until you meet your person of choice. After cleaning you put two of your fingers in your pussy and afterwards suck them for 1minute.
7. The cleaning is only for Humiliation. Fucking is not allowed in this challenge
8. Gay dating apps are not allowed.
Have a nice flight and say thank you Master I love you."
Wow. I had 4,5 hours until my flight. I was very hungry. But cumming was now of paramount importance. I still had 30 Riyal. I was only allowed a certain budget during my holidays and for luck I saved a lot of my budget to impress Master. But I guess under these circumstances it's OK to spend it all. I planned to grab a burger
in the airport. Which was 5 Riyal. Ok. At first I send him a message, saying
"Thank you my Master your so grateful and I love you,
your meaningless property"
Next I took out one of my shoe laces and bound it around my balls. Tightening it. Very tight. I did not intend to stay here in the hotel for long anyhow. Ok. I still need to pack. It came to my mind I should have packed prior to binding my balls. Stupid Fag. Rule 6. Doesn't matter. I threw everything in my bag and was happy when I was able to close the zipper with some force. I rushed into the shower. Luckily I could use to cleaning nozzle they use in Eastern countries and let the water flow. My balls started to ache, while my mind started running...
Who could do it for me? A guy from the hotel? Maybe a massage place? I started some research. I entered gay massage. Only one male only spa showed up. But of course it was a
standard spa. Nothing particularly gay about it. More like a barbers place. My time was running. 4 h left. Ok. They have got a Whatsapp number. And Instagram. I checked it out. Damn. On the Instagram page the guys were wearing longer swimming trunks during massage. Also the massage beds were close to each other...But there was also a wet room section for treatments. Hmm. They had a full body scrub offer this month for 20 Riyals... After putting in water again end emptying myself for the second round I checked for my balls. They were hurting badly and were very dark. I decided to contact this place via WhatsApp. They didn't answer at the first place. I made the final cleaning steps. Got out the shower. Fingers in my cunt hole. Closed my eyes. No breathing now! Then putting them both in my mouth. Not too bad. But it doesn't matter anyways. I suffered worse... That was almost exactly, when the phone gave a signal. Since I am obedient as fuck my fingers stayed inside until I counted to 74. Just in case I was counting too fast. I wanted to go to 80 first. But I was so excited. Now I could check the
phone:
"Sorry, we almost full booked today. We have 45 minute time in 10 minute with Rayul. But I suppose you will not be able to come here. Tomorrow we have many.
Best Regards
Hilda"
I got nervous. Damn. But maybe also a slight of a chance. It was 18 minutes walking from here. So if I run...Ok.
I answered:
"Ok. Please book this appointment. I am very close. I will make it. Full body scrub like on your website please. See you shortly! "
I got dressed as fast as never before. I put my remaining 30 Riyal in my left sock and grabbed my bag and my rucksack. I would just leave the key in the room without properly checking out. Out of the budget hotel. And running. I regularly
checked the way. My bound balls hurted a lot, since the shoelace was cutting in the skin already. On top it was more difficult to run with one shoe missing its shoe lace. I lost the shoe twice. In the end I found myself behind the building. I had to walk around it to the entrance. Eventually I arrived some minutes late. 3h and 15 minutes until departure. It will be a tight race. I entered the facility passing by a Hindu man being busy with his phone. My nub down there was straining in it's cage. So embarrassing I thought.
Hilda was sitting in her chair behind the counter. She was a hindu girl. "Hello, how are you". "Hello, I am good and you? I have reservation." "I know. Rayul is waiting for you. It's 20 Riyal." Ok. Prepaid. Doesn't matter. I pulled out 20 of my 30 Riyals and handed them over. 10 left. "You can change in the males room." Oh I will. I entered the little compartment. Not much space. Only a rack at the wall and a stack of small towels on a bench. There were also the swimming trunks like shorts from the Instagram pictures hanging over
a beam. Damn. I don't really want to wear them. The propability of him touching my private parts will decrease then I suppose, when they are so confined. I took a small towel from the stack and tried it. Almost reaching around my waist... Well. If I hold it with my hand. Damn. We are in a Muslim country. Hmm. I stripped naked to socks, my cage and the shoe lace around my balls and put all my clothes and the rucksack in my bag, which I placed on the rack. My balls were dark blue and they hurt. Ouch. I wrapped the towel around my waist, presenting only a little bit of my leg. Ok. So it be. Then I walked outside. Where should I go? Hilda Sawa me and pointed to a door. "Wait before door, Rayul will come to get you." I walked towards the door. "You don't need towel, is inside" oh. Well. I thought I was expected to wear these shorts. Damn. I turned around a little to show her what I tried to hide before. My bare leg, where the towel was not reaching around my waist completely. She had a stern look on her face. "OK. I call Rayul" She went outside and said something in Hindi. Ah. The guy outside was Rayul. He
answered something. She came back. "he coming". I stood before the door with my way too small towel. Damn I forgot my cage key. Dumbest fuck hole in the world, I am. "Can I go back for a second? I forgot something.“ "I know" She said her eyes sifting to my towel. "No problem" she added. "Well, It's urgent. I need to go inside again." At the same time other customers were entering the place, looking at me with my tiny towel. "OK." She said. I walked towards the compartment, now standing right next to the group of omani guys in there dishdashas. They looked at me. I said "Hello" They answered with "How are you? " I said "good and you? " They smiled. Then she came over. "Someone else inside, but here your bag" Oh. I thought. She put my bag elsewhere. Ok. With one hand I held my towel. With the other I grabbed my bag. I could not put it on the ground, because the tightly wrapped towel around my waist hindered me. The arab guys looked, what I would do now. Rayul was still dealing with his phone. Didn't we actually have an appointment 5 minutes ago or so? Ok, time was running out...I
held the bag now with the same hand as I was holding my towel (the right hand). The other one I used to fumble the zipper and openend it to get out the stick like cage key of my barbell prince Albert lock. I must have looked pathetic. When I finally touched the key inside the front pocket I lost grip of the towel so my ass was exposed to the guys. Within a few seconds I let the bag fall down and put the towel around my waist again. One of them came close pointed on my bag and asked "Need help?“. I said "thank you, very much" and he put the bag on Hildas Counter. The other guys where smiling about the show and added some comments in arabic. I didn't know whether they laughed because it looked so embarrassing or whether it was meant in a friendly manner. I would never find out. Hilda then took my bag and I thanked her, now holding my towel with the right hand and the key in the left one. She said "Go to back side, Rayul will come." I went to the door and stood there, waiting. Again. Rayul entered the salon now. He looked at me in the back side. I raised my hand to say hello and greet him but he had already looked away from
me. I was waiting in front of the door half naked. He was now welcoming each of the arab guys. Rayul served them tiny cups of tea. They started chatting. I was still waiting for him in the back corner of the shop, holding my towel. Rayul was a slim and short hindu boy in his early twenties. Maybe 1,65 m in height. Quite handsome. Minute for minute was passing by, I noticed my balls causing a strong drawing pain in my. Maybe I should say something. Master would love this situation. I felt helpless and vulnerable.
Finally he finished talking with them and vanished to another direction. I was still standing there with my way too small towel. The arabs sipping their tea. I was between being angry and turned on by the humiliation. From time to time one of them looked at me, slightly smiling. But no-one talked to me or showed any affection towards me. After a few minutes the door opened from the inside. Rayul let me in. The room was fully tiled with a very broad treatment table in the middle which was also tiled with small 1x1 inch tiles. It all rather gave
an impression of sterility. But I didn't care at all. We both said hello now and he directly left the room again. I had approximately 3 hours left before my flight was going. So in 90 minutes I should be at the airport. Assuming I need to go there by cab I would need another 15 minutes. Or 45 minutes by public transportation. There was a free of charge bus. But the 10 Riyal I still had in my sock should be enough for the burger and the Taxi. I could worry later about that later. Rayul came back. "Lie down". So I knew now the part would start, which would be inexplicable to him. I removed the towel and revealed my caged nub with my dark blue shoe lace wrapped balls hanging below it. I painfully removed the shoe lace, which has already cut in the skin. Pain! Then I very fast opened the barbell with the stick key and took it out my nub head. I used the second key for the cage and removed it as well. I put all to the side on the small towel. Finally I put of both socks. Two bills of 5 Riyal fell out. I put them back in one of the socks. Neatly folded them fast and put them on the towel as well. Then I moved to the table and looked at him for
the first time since I had removed my towel 60 seconds ago. He just seemed to have watched the scenery. He has not been saying any word. Until now: "on front side first". So I laid myself down on my front side and waited what was going to happen. I maneuvered my private parts downwards between my legs. Then he started to spray water with a shower head over my whole body. It was not very comfortable, since it was cold. But it was ok, since I was still very warm after running and exited as well. He started to apply some liquid on my back. He distributed it all over my back side with his hand. Also touching my ass and swiftly my balls as well. My dick was already getting hard in anticipation. I knew I am a pathetic cunt. Now he walked to the head side. I saw him putting on gloves on both hands. Scrub gloves. He started on my upper back. Damn. They were very scratchy. It felt like he was using his finger nails on my back. He worked them all over my back. Then he shortly paused and started again at my feet. Working on each leg individually. The inner thighs were particularly painful. I started to moan quietly.
He came closer and closer to my most delicate region. My hard nub was aching due to being bend downwards by the relentless tiled table. I did not know how he would react, when he would recognize me having a solid erection during the treatment. My dicklet stuck tightly to my left thigh. The balls were rather at the right one. While doing my upper legs he touched the balls sometimes. I shrieked a little, when the rough gloves touched the sensitive skin of my hairless scrotum. He put one hand on one of my ass cheeks and said. "Here later. Now front side. Turn!" by giving the last command he clapped his hand twice on my right cheek. Well. Now the status quo of my excitement level would be unveiled. But I had this one chance only anyways. With a fast swift I turned to my back. Due to the bending and me being very exited my dick was only erected two third of its full capacity. So it lied to the left side, when I turned over. He started now to do the skin where I would have a beard if I wouldn't ne smooth in the face. It was hurtful. Sometimes he almost put his fingers in my mouth. He was rather rough
working me over. Than he did my arms which was kind of ok and relaxing. The armpits were funny. Chest was good. At the nipples at scratched like hell. He was not trying to avoid them at all, but simply scrubbed over them. Then the belly. He scrubbed it very long. It almost drove me insane. I was rock hard now. But he seemed not to bother. He came soo close to my nub head. Then came my feet. I am very ticklish. He made use of that by rubbing my soles thoroughly. I tried to back away. But always put the foot back where it belonged. I noticed a grin on his face. But maybe only imagination. He was in general rather avoiding eye contact with me so far. Afterwards he shortly did my shins and knees and now my thighs from the front. He applied strong strokes from the knees almost to the groin. My nub twitched from time to time. Then he started with the groin region directly left and right of my rock hard nub. At that point I knew my release was not far anymore. My balls were already starting to pull themselves to my body in anticipation of the first stimulus on my most sensitive spots. But at first he started
somewhere else. He put the gloves under water and removed one glove from his left hand. The right one stayed. He encircled my ballsack with thumb and index finger and pulled my balls from my body a little. Then he started to thoroughly scrub my balls. I was shrieking and moaning trying to be as calm as I could. He scrubbed them from all directions very very thoroughly til they were bright red. Then he released them and came to my side. He lied his gloved hand on my testicles and started to rub them with larger movements. My nub was stupidly jumping around, but despite the severe pain the movement of my dick made me coming closer to my final goal. Unfortunately he stopped until I could come in the region where an orgasm would build up. Now he wanted to do the skin region in my groin close to the balls, which was covered by the ball sack. He used his left hand without the glove to put the skin of the scrotum away to get access to this area around the base. But instead of taking the skin of my ball Sack he used his thumb and index finger and grabbed one testicle, applied some pressure and pulled it
away from my body in this or that direction to move the ball sack. I had dull pain in my nuts now and I knew he was purposely inflicting pain. As a man he must know, that this hurts a lot. Now he came to clean the area of my public bone. I was really looking forward since my nub was lying there waiting in anticipation to be stimulated when smoothly rolling to the left and to the right, when his glove would slide between pubic bone area and dicklet. He moved the glove towards his genital but at the same time took hold of my left nut with his left hand trapping it in his palm and forcefully pulling on it so my dick would stand up vertically, while he cleaned the area of my pubic bone. He did this for some minutes always changing the testicle which he would use to direct my dicklet into a certain direction without touching it. Then it happened. He used his unloved hand and wrapped it around my Dicklet. Oh my Master. That felt so awesome. He spoke up to me for the first time: "Want me to work this also? " He asked, while pointing with his index finger on the base of my dick. "I frantically nodded"
"Is 5 Riyal for scrub there". Ehm. Aham. Now I understood. That's why he was working around my dicklet. He should have said that earlier. Ok. I would have to sacrifice my Burger. But at the moment it didn't matter. I was running out of time. So I said. "Yes, ok." "Where?" He asked. Damn. He was very direct. "It's in my sock. You can take 5 out." He went to my stuff. Took 5 Riyals out and put them in his pocket. Then he came back. This time he used his left hand and took my right testicle between thumb and forefinger. Squeezed it until I breathed in. Then he pulled it away from my body so my dick stood up vertically. He started to scrub the base of my dick it hurted like hell. But I was so loaded now. But he did it very expertly. When I felt I could come close to cumming he switched to the other testicle and squeezed his thumb in it while sharply pulling. I am usually into ball pain, but it was intense enough to avoid my orgasm. It was really mean, since he only rubbed the base. After some minutes of this torment my skin was really sore now. Maybe there was even a little blood already. I said "please". He answered: “Not want
come?“ I said: "Yes. Please. But please scrub not only the base". He replied: “I ask, if you want scrub here" and pointed at the base of my nub. "Want scrub here?“ And with this he wrapped the gloves hand around my dicklet at the glans and moved the foreskin slightly up and down twice in a slow movement. It made me shudder. "Oh yes. Please." I said. "But is not 5, is 10 Riyal extra, so 5 more" Whoat? Damn. He is a real badass I thought to myself. I might have something more than 2 hours left to get to the airport. I would have to use the bus. I was close to tears. Even my dicklet shrinked a little to not being more than half erected. "OK. You can take them" I answered being not more than a bundle of testosterone at the moment. He slowly went to my sock. Took my last money and went back to me. "But this I do only from other side and here first. So turn", with this petting my ass from the side. Oh. Finally I will get what I have been looking forward to for so long. I turned around and lied my face in the stack of towels again. Now my ass was due. Before that he took the shoe lace. He put my arms and crossed them on
my back. Then he secured them with the shoe lace. Now he worked over my ass. The cheeks were ok. But the crack was literally a pain in the ass. Being a Bdsm bottom makes me pain resilient I thought. How would other guys react to this? I slightly bowed my back, because of the scratching pain at my hole. My dicklet was rock hard by now again. I thought my odds were getting better. I was so exited. He now went a little deeper between my legs to my perineum. Itching pain. He maneuvered my dick directly downwards in the middle between my legs separating both balls from each other. Now he scrubbed the base of my dick again. He climbed on the table between my legs. He put his non gloved hand on my testicles which were resting flat on the table between them and my dicklet which was painfully bend even more and lifted up. He squeezed my balls downwards harshly. Now the gloved hand came and was wrapped around the nub. I knew this would be hurtful. He moved his hand up and down scratching the fabric over my sensitive skin. He squeezed down my testicles at the same time flat on the table
with the palm of his other hand. I was moving left and right frantically and moaned. But despite the fact that it was extremely painful I also felt an orgasm coming. Oh my God. It will happen. Finally. I concentrated only on the good feeling and I could really make it. It was so painful and it would be fully ruined. The pain was also intense. I was always in between whether the pain or the pleasure was the dominating feeling. It was very challenging, but at least I could release myself. Always when the build up to an orgasm started he put more weight in my testicles and the feeling of cumming subsided. Finally I found a situation where I build up my feelings towards an orgasm. Also the additional squeezing couldn't stop me anymore. I was beginning to enter the state of euphoria. I started moaning out loudly in pleasure and then the rubbing suddenly stopped. I loudly said "Oh. Noooo. Please". He let my Dicklet snip back on the table harshly. There was a loud flapping noise. Some 30 seconds of a break then I felt him changing his position. He was now on his right knee and left foot. The left foot came closer to my groin.
He pulled my balls out between my legs with two fingers. He fumbled my Ballsack between his two biggest toes, so the balls were trapped there under his foot. If he now would lean forward my testicles would be crushed under his foot. My dick was throbbing by the anticipation. He took off the glove and shoved it over his remaining toes at the foot which was dangerously resting on my testicles. Then he lifted my stiff dicklet up. Retracted the foreskin completely and revealed my sensitive glans. He maneuvered it onto the glove over his foot. So now the layers were table, testicles, foot, scrub fabric, nub glans. Already having my glans lying on the stinging fabric was painful. Now he slightly leaned forwards which caused intense pain in my balls. I moaned. I noticed his hand at my hole now. Very fast he entered it with two and then three fingers stretching it painfully. I cried out in pain. He started to finger fuck me like this with his left hand so I would move up and down which caused a pull on my already painfully squeezed balls. At the same time my exposed and vulnerable glans was polished over the
scrub fabric. I had to press my jaws together. After some minutes he build in some breaks of the fucking and his fingers just stayed in motionless. Though it caused me harsh pain I overtook and moved up and down to fuck myself with his fingers. I knew that was what was expected from me. I had to rub my glans on the fabric and fuck myself with his fingers. It was very unpleasant but I knew it was the only way I was allowed to squirt so I was obedient and did the movements torturing myself. Now I also felt some higher frequency movements coming from him. Damn. He was jerking himself. I fucked myself with his hand frantically now to get some prostate stimulation. He balanced more weight on my balls and my glans was feeling like fire. I was shortly before cumming. My whole body started to shake and tremble. He took his fingers out of me and leaned his hand on his left knee to further increase the pressure on my poor balls. I had to reach my orgasms now only by the pain full polishing. I rubbed my glans painfully but frantically over the scratching fabric like a banshee. I felt it coming again. I would spray like a fountain
This was soo hot. He started breathing heavily. He started to moan loudly and so was I. With a fast swift he moved forward and slide his foot further under my body putting his whole weight on my testicles. His toes digged into the base of my nub and lifted my dicklet slightly up of the fabric so I lost contact and stimulation. He spasmed again and again distributing his semen all over my backside. At first on my back head. My hair. Then more streams of cum on my back. With every spasm he rolled my flattened balls under his foot back and forth. I cried out in pain. At the same time I kept doing my own movements desperately and helplessly humping the air but there was nothing I could rub against anymore at the moment. He took the glove and put it over his right hand and jumped of the table. My dicklet snapped to the table and on my sore balls painfully. I was about to start moving up and down again so maybe I could move it again the tiled table at least when he took the dicklet at the base with his left hand and forcefully retracted my foreskin so it was taut. He started to thoroughly rub my sensitive and vulnerable
glans with fierce and fast movements. The scratching was unbearable. I was trembling and crying. He did that for 60 seconds maybe. I cried out loudly, please, please, stop. Then he would let me go and say "As you wish"... My dick got limp during it. I was sweating like hell. He swiped over my back to collect his lake of semen and massaged it in my hair. Then he petted my head twice. I was crying silently. He took my white Nike shirt and cleaned his dick and his sweaty armpits with it. Then he threw it on the ground. After some minutes he came back with my small bag, put it on the ground and cut the shoe lace around my wrists with a pair of scissors. "Finished" . He just said, took the small towel and left again locking the second door behind him and leaving the one open, where I entered the room. I stood up from the table and looked for my bag. It was open. I was looking inside. It was all wet. I pulled out a worn shirt. It was completely soaked. I smelled it. He had pissed in my bag. Fuck. At least my passport was dry. I took out the least piss soaked shorts and put on after locking my nub back in my cage
and safely stowed away the keys. I would need them at the airport. I put the Nike Shirt on. It was dirty with some yellowish come stains. I could smell myself. I Iooked on my phone. 90 minutes until departure. I checked the route. I would have to run to the bus to catch my flight. I took on my shoes, one without laces and started running to the bus stop. I was lucky catching a bus very quickly and made it through security control without taking off my cage. Nobody noticed. I just made it to get my flight. Now I am in the airplane just about to land in Istanbul. A dry month before me. I am noticing some tears in my eyes.
sincerely
slave