Every year the Ladies of the Empire stretch our erotic and creative minds to come up with something spooky and sexy for you to enjoy. This year, our theme is the Escape Room. Have you ever played the Escape Room game? It’s very simple: you go into a room, and are locked in. From there, you have to find clues and solve puzzles in order to find the keys and set yourself free. But what if that escape room you were stuck in was so fun, so wonderful, so perfectly debaucherous, that you didn’t want to leave? What if you were locked into a room that felt like Home?

Welcome to the Escape Room. Enjoy your stay!

At first glance, the puzzle room didn’t look too bad. The literature for this supposedly ‘extreme fantasy experience’ had promised something life changing, terrifying, and difficult to escape, but as the door shut behind me, with the secretary’s attempt at a foreboding laugh landing a bit flat to my ears, I didn’t really think anything much of it. So, there’s supposed to be a puzzle, right? I figured I’d get right on it, solve this thing, and get out before all my buddies finished their rooms. Most escape rooms, you have a team, but this one’s special gimmick was that everyone was in their own room, and you were racing to see who got out first. I was going to kick the guy’s butts and then we’d all hit the bar down the street for a cold one.

There was a bed in one quarter of the room, with a bedside table and lamp next to it. What looked like a righteous gaming setup in another, with an ergonomic chair and dual screens, and a sideboard loaded with snacks. Actually, that part was odd, because it was all my personal favorite snacks. You know how usually you get a snack table, and there’s something on there you’d never eat? This table had only my favorites, and a big ice tub with my brand of beer, too. Weird, and noticeable, because they had this snack that I love, but the guys always rib me for loving it: pickled herring and cornichons. I saw it on an episode of Good Eats one time, and tried it, and it was amazing, so, anyway the guys always give me shit over it. What were the odds they’d have that in this escape room, right? Maybe they’d gone over my social networks and figured it out or something.

The Room was actually kinda nice.

I jiggled the mouse on the PC in the gaming corner, to see if the computer had a clue or something, and when the screen came up I was amazed. All the PC games I love, with all the DLC and extra content. Score. And, yeah, looked like they had the consoles there too, with a quick switcher. A comprehensive library of all my addictions, er, games… and the bottom shelf had my other guilty addiction. Porn. My faves, too! Big busty shemales, BBC frenzy vids, and the very best in cocksucker compilations. Oh man, I could stay here for days and be happy! Wait. Escape Room. I’m supposed to be looking for clues. But, a quick wank would take the edge off, so why not. And if they’ve got cameras in here, well, they can look away.

I cued up a favorite of mine, featuring this red-haired divine bombshell with a big beautiful cock, and a sweet little fag on his knees, and prepared to enjoy myself. Oh yeah, hard as a rock, and this was working, but I needed something. A little lubrication would do the trick, and I was willing to bet that bedside table would have something in the drawer. I was right, that not only did it have my favorite brand and formulation of lube, it had an amazing brand spanking new still in the box masturbation sleeve! Oh, yeah, we’re on now. I grabbed my new toys and went back to my porn-a-palooza. Lubed myself and the toy, and went back to that beautiful woman with the magnificent cock.

For being Locked In, this was pretty fun!

The toy slid along my cock, and the visuals of that perfect shemale Mistress shoving some little sissy fag’s head down on her cock was really doing things for me. Up and down, again and again, over and over, as I worked myself closer and closer to that elusive orgasm. It just started to seem like, no matter how long I stroked, I just, y’know. Wasn’t getting there. But that toy was starting to feel a little tight, like I was getting oversensitive. I’d had that happen before, a little, where I’d get horny, but couldn’t finish, and then I’d be raw and sore. So I thought I’d just stop, take a break, maybe find a clue or a puzzle in the Room. The toy, however, was. Well. It was stuck.

This masturbation sleeve was stuck on my dick! And it still felt really good, almost on the edge of being too much, a little painful, but nice. I just couldn’t get it off my dick. I had to keep going, maybe after I came it’d come off.

The Escape Room had me by the cock.

I was stuck in this cycle of stroke, get close, be unable to cum, stroke some more, and every time I got close, I swear that damn toy got smaller! It felt like it was getting rougher inside, too, like fine grain sandpaper on my cock, or sharkskin. Chafing and rubbing me, but then I’d glance at the computer screens and see that woman’s cock being worshiped by that faggot, and I’d get turned on all over again. I was so horny, and I needed to cum so bad, but it just. Wasn’t working. Tighter and tighter, and rougher, and nothing I was doing was working. I was starting to get truly desperate, and looked around for the traditional Escape Room “Oh Shit Get Me Out” release button. I couldn’t find it. Maybe the phone, to dial for a hint, and I could tell them I needed help, only… where was the phone? How could I signal anyone that I needed a hand? Did I need to solve the damn puzzle while hard and pinched painfully into this fucking masturbation sleeve?! Fuck!

In my frenzy and desperation, I turned that escape room upside down. Flipped the mattress, tossed the library of games and porn, tossed the contents of the snack bar everywhere, and yet, still no obvious puzzles or clues or anything fucking useful! Panting, I sat on the floor, and contemplated my hard cock, stuck in a half size masturbation sleeve, dripping lube and pre-cum, and just aching with the need to be done with this bullshit. In a haze, I touched my cock, and felt a jolt of almost pain straight to my balls. My eyes slid closed, and I felt a breeze. When I opened my eyes, the room was put back together again. Everything was back where it belonged, as if my frenzied attack had never happened. But I was still hard, still stuck, still locked in.

The chair in the corner swiveled around, and the red-haired bombshell shemale was sitting there!

“What. The fuck.” I said. She just smiled, and said “Welcome to the Escape Room Experience.”

You can follow along the other Escape Rooms in the train! The previous experience was from Mistress Olivia, and you’ll be headed towards Mistress Hunter’s Hidden Cave for your next attempt to escape. You can enjoy previous years entries in the spooky Halloween Blog Trains by jumping back in time to The Victorian Doll, Satanic Cocksucking, and Succubus Summoning. Happy Halloween, sluts!

Your Locked In Chastity Mistress, Harper