Have you been enjoying the Escape Rooms in the Halloween Blog train? I bet you have. From delicious earworms from Mistress Daphne to magical cock shrinking chastity cages from Mistress Andi, the ladies have been really bringing their A Games to the task of scaring you into a boner. Duchess Willow wants to give you a rubber fetish, and Mistress Brighton is ‘just’ going to transform you into such a sissy slut.

“Welcome to the Escape Room Experience”

I swear my heart was about to jump right out of my chest, when that chair turned around to reveal the hot shemale sitting there, cool as could be. She slowly crossed her legs, and smiled like the cat that got the canary, and lifted her eyebrow at me.  I jumped up and tried to cover up my increasingly painfully aroused and trapped cock, but the look in her eyes told me she knew. She knew, and she thought it was hilarious that I’d gotten trapped in this damn finger trap of a cock sleeve.

How did she get in the room?!!

My cock was so hard, and so painful, I couldn’t bear to pull my pants up and close them over it, so I wound up standing there awkwardly holding my hands over my junk like a co-ed with an inconvenient boner. The sexy shemale from my favorite porno smiled at me, and looked pointedly at my hands. “You’ve certainly made yourself at home here, haven’t you?” she purred.

There was something about her voice that just struck through me, and made me tingle from head to toe.

“I, uh, yeah. I know it’s an escape room, and I’m supposed to be trying to get out, but, it was just, uh.” I shifted in place, and couldn’t help but give that sleeve a little surreptitious tug. “I’m a real big fan of that porno, with you and the sissy, and I couldn’t help myself, honestly.” My cock jumped and twitched when she laughed, all low and sexy, and then she stood up. I wanted to instantly leap into a porn of my own, and recreate that scene where the faggot kisses her cock.

“It looks like you’re in quite a predicament there” she said, staring pointedly at my cock.

“I know this looks bad, and I can explain everything…” she cut me off, rather abruptly, with a quick step forward and a wave of her hand. “I already know everything you’ve been doing here. You wanted the Escape Room Experience, you wanted to pit your wits against ours, to try to figure out our puzzle, to escape. And now that you have experienced all this, you’re wondering if you can go back again. To your everyday reality, to work, and commuting, and meal planning. Can you? Or, will you stay right here, trapped in your fantasies and desires?”

She moved into my personal space like it was easy. Just a step and she was right there, almost touching.

“Why would you ever want to go back to that?” and her hand brushed mine aside, and then one wicked finger teased across the red pulsing head of my trapped cock, where that damn sleeve had pulled back to choke the shaft. It was like touching a live wire, or being touched by one, something like that and I couldn’t think, could only moan in desire, and fear, and shame, and NEED. “Please” I said, “please”.

She stepped away from me, and it was like seeing the sun go down on your last day and knowing you’d miss the warmth forever. I swayed toward her, delirious.

As she moved to the bed, and sat demurely on the edge, I trembled. “This is where you get to truly pit yourself against the Escape Room. Choose. The door, which is unlocked, by the way, or come over here, and kneel for me. But understand, if you come here, if you kneel, you can never go back. You will be mine forever, and I will make of you what I will.” I looked towards the door, and saw that now it was open by six inches. My freedom, right there, I could leave the Escape Room and go back to my life. Back to working out at the gym and protein shakes and flirting with the cute girl at the coffee stand and paying rent and when does the lease on the car expire and if I work eighty hours a week I can make junior partner in ten years and retire at 70 to go moulder and rot in a vacation cabin all alone. Or.

I looked at her. I saw her, and I knew. Every fantasy, every dream of Her over the years, every time I pathetically jerked off while wishing I had the goddamn balls to ever meet a woman like her, all of that, I could have right now.

I walked to the partially open door

And shut it firmly.

Should I write a third installment? Or can you use your imagination and figure it out from here? Let me know! The next stop on your adventure lies with Mistress Erika and her Escape Room.

Your sexy red-headed Mistress Harper