James, with a female dominance fetish

You have always been fascinated by power differences in relationships, especially romantic relationships. At first, you had imagined yourself as the powerful partner, with a harem of beautiful girls. But when you came across photos of women dressed in leather, in boots, with whips, they stirred something deep in your subconscious . Long before you knew the code words like BDSM and femdom, you were deep in a fetish for dominant females.

This little sexual quirk had relatively little influence on your day-to-day life. You could work comfortable with women and date a few with more or less success. But when our story starts, you are in between girlfriends and spending a bit more time reading D/S stories and looking at pictures of tall, powerful women, some with whips. Actual femdom porn wasn't a big part of your life because you found the men in the scenes off-putting, though female-female D/S was pretty hot.

As a bit of a lark, you bought a black plastic chastity cage to wear occasionally. It wasn't the best fit: you could probably slip it off with just a bit of wincing, but it was a little bit of a rush to wear it.

In fact, on this particular day, you were wearing it for a short walk in the park, something you had never tried before. As self-conscious as you were, you kept telling yourself that no one cared to look at an ordinary young man taking a walk in loose sweats.

Until she appeared beside you, cornered you and neatly grabbed the cage. Blushing, trying to pull away and speechless as you were, you couldn't still help to notice her: six-foot two in her heels, older than you, in expensive business clothes that looked very out of place in that park.

"Did you think no one would be looking, little one?"

She smiled serenely.

You could only stammer in response.

"Oh don't worry--your little secret is safe...assuming you want it to be."

She hands you a small embossed card.

"Maybe I'll see you around," she laughs, walking away.

You look at the card: the embossed part is of an old-style scale, a lock and a key resting on the pans of the scale. Otherwise, it has only a web address and a 16 digit code.

At home, you try the address.

"Welcome to AG. Please input your code."

Past the code, there is a menu of little tasks: Pick up dry cleaning, walk dogs, remark car. The only odd aspects are that each task has a woman's name associated and each has an associated number, apparently a price, ranging from 2 to about 20 "Gilt." You notice a banner at the top with a similar gold coin icon:

Your balance is 20 Gilt.

Click here to create a profile for redeeming or earning gilt.

With your profile created, you click on one of the tasks:

"Collect dry cleaning at.... and deliver to 234 Berant St, #456. Chastity inspection is required for payment."

Without thinking too much, you click the "Accept" button. You receive the complete instructions with a time-limit of 2 hours. You hadn't realized that it would be so limited.

The dry cleaners is a twenty minute walk, the apartment 15 minutes from there. After bing buzzed up, you knock on the door.

A short woman about your age in running clothes answers the door.

"Show me please."

Feeling both terrified and aroused, you flash your chastity cage, hoping she won't ask to inspect it more thoroughly.

But she appears satisfied.

"Well done."

And closes the door.

Back at home you see a new balance of 24 Gilt in your account.