The wind cut like a knife through his uniform. He glanced up at the scoreboard and saw that the temperature had dropped to 3 degrees. He thought to himself, “Monday Night Football on New Years Eve. Why the hell did they schedule the final game of the season in Green Bay? Why does my last game in the NFL have to be here?” The clock read Two: zero: zero. Two minute warning. 120 seconds left before his life changed forever. In two more minutes he would become different person – unemployed, unavailable, and the property of the woman he loved.

He looked over his shoulder into a sea of 70,000 people and tried to locate Cynthia. She should be in the window of his private luxury box, but he couldn’t find her. With a sharp slap on the back from a teammate, it was over. The final game, a sixteen year career, and the only way of life he’d known since college. Now it was time for a new life.

As he walked up the tunnel to the locker room, all he had on his mind was Cynthia. People were all around him, some patting him on the back, others congratulating him on his retirement. The media watched every move he made with camera flashes so frequent it seemed like an electrical storm. Someone stuck a microphone in his face and abruptly asked, “So what are your plans for the second half of your life JJ?” He nudged past everyone and walked quickly into the locker room without saying a word. He normally wasn’t so rude, but all he wanted to do was shower, change, and get out of there to find his Lady.

He’d met Cynthia the previous August at a party at a friend’s house. She was the first thing he’d noticed when he walked in. She appeared to light up the entire room. Her shoulder length auburn hair seemed to frame her perfectly shaped face, piercing green eyes and deep red lips. Her black silk dress matched her patent leather shoes, complete with 4″ stiletto heels and straps that wrapped around her legs up to the knees. As her eyes looked up to meet his, he couldn’t break away from her stare. The next thing he knew he was standing a few feet in front of her, their eyes never breaking contact.

As she stood up, he opened his mouth to introduce himself. Before he could utter a sound, her finger pressed against his lips, silencing him. “I know who “you” are, there’s no need”. She pulled her finger away from his lips, and he remained silent. She whispered “Good boy”, I’m Cynthia, That’s how I wish to be addressed, not Cindy, not Cin … Cynthia.”

“I’m James”, he said softly.  “James Jennings, but most people just call me JJ.”

She smiled and replied, ”A pleasure to meet you, James.”  She extended her hand, palm down, towards him, as if expecting him to kiss her hand. To his own surprise, he took her hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed her gently.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Cynthia.”

“Come James, lets chat.”  She spoke with such gentle strength in her voice, it literally mesmerized him. She also had a mild Irish tint to her speech, and that alone almost caused his knees to buckle. He sat down slowly and as he did, he felt every eye in the room focused him. As if she was reading his thoughts, she whispered, “Never mind what anybody else thinks, all that matters is what we both already know”.

Confused by what she meant, he asked, “And what is that?”

“There are just some things in this world you have to accept without explanation James, isn’t that what you said in that retirement press conference you gave last week?”  He started to respond but her finger touched his lips again. “Shhh, my sweet, you’ll understand everything by the end of the season.”

After 15 years as an NFL wide receiver, JJ had become one of the elite players in sports. He was so well known, that he was in the category of “one name recognition” such as Ali, Gretsky, and Aaron. He was also one of the wealthiest. The final year of his current contract netted him a little over $11 million – $20 million with endorsements. Being single, he had a reputation of being quite a free spirit. He owned and piloted his own Lear jet and wasn’t afraid to let people know about it. With celebrity and wealth of that magnitude, it made him on of the most eligible bachelors available. It also made him a big target. He was extremely cautious about people getting too close to him. It was actually quite a lonely lifestyle.

After that party, he and Cynthia were inseparable. If there was ever a true case of love at first sight, this was it. He trusted her implicitly almost immediately. He had no fears of her being some sort of gold digger or con artist. For the first time in his life he wasn’t afraid of “life after football” as so many players so often are. She was different. She wasn’t starstruck with him. The money was nice, but she asked nothing financially of him. She did, however demand that she be treated with respect and like a lady at all times. She was a strong woman, very self confidant and sure of herself. JJ liked that about her so much that he was willing to do virtually anything she asked. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy and at peace. He was happiest when he pleased her. It was a perfect fit.

Four years earlier, with his notoriety at its peak, JJ needed a place to retreat for complete privacy and peace of mind. He purchased 400 acres of land in northern Montana, complete with a private 80 acre lake. He had an A-frame home built along the shore. The property was 50 miles from the nearest public road. In addition, the lake home was completely self sustaining, complete with wind and solar power. It was totally inaccessible by car. The only way in or out was to fly in and land on the lake. This was his refuge. His peace and solitude. His tiny piece of man made made heaven on earth.

Originally he planned to live there year round after he retired. Money wasn’t a problem, and because of some wise business investments, he was pretty much set for life. The one thing he hadn’t counted on was that he would fall in love and things were going to be different now. At age 38, he was considered an old man for professional football, and finally, the time was here. He knew what he had to do, and more importantly, what he wanted to do.

Since that night he met Cynthia, they had spent just about every private minute together. She traveled with him from city to city, game after game. He learned that she was a clinical hypno-therapist. Several times during the season, he had been injured. Nothing serious, but it was difficult to play with pain. Cynthia asked him one night after a game in which he had bruised his ribs if he wanted to try hypnosis to play through the pain. He was skeptical, but curious.

He agreed to try, but seemed a bit nervous. She asked him, “Have I ever lied to you James?”

With a nervous chuckle he said,”No, not that I’m aware of.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course”, he replied. “What do you want me to do?”

In a soft tone she answered, “All you have to do is relax, and listen, that’s it. Get yourself into a comfortable position..”

He layed down on the couch with his head in her lap and just stared up at her eyes. She looked down at him and gently ran her finger tip across his forehead. She softened her voice to a melodic tone, and began taking him through deep breathing and progressive relaxation. Slowly his eyes closed and she could feel the tension in his body subside.

The next thing James was aware of was opening his eyes and noticing that he hadn’t moved. His head was still resting on her lap. He noticed that his body was limp, and remembered thinking how beautiful she was as he stared up at her. He was expecting Hollywood. The swinging watch, and things like that.  He said softly, “I didn’t think it would work, I’m not a good subject I guess.”

“Oh really?” she said with a smile. “James, take your right hand and touch the top of your left gently.”  He did as she asked, and the minute he touched his hand, he felt the sore muscles around his rib cage loosen, along with a wonderful sense of calm. ”Everytime you need to ease your rib pain, just touch your hand and think to yourself…’No more pain’.”

He sat up quickly, and as he did he felt a pull in his rib cage and winced from the pain. “Trust me James, do as I say”. He obeyed, and again his muscles loosened and he felt virtually no pain. She chuckled. “You did just fine my sweet, look at the time.” He glanced at the clock and to his amazement, almost an hour had passed in what seemed to him only a few minutes.  She smiled again and said, ” Good boy, now you’re beginning to understand.” He looked at his hand, then the clock, and turned his gaze to Cynthia. “Tomorrow, after the game, we’ll talk and I’ll answer all those questions that are going through your head right now.”

The game the next day went almost perfectly. Every time he felt a tweak of pain, he followed Cynthia’s instructions and it eased. After the game someone asked him how he was able to play so well with the rib pain he had. All he said was, “You have to know the difference between pain and injury. Anyway, it’s just mind over matter.”

He returned to the hotel room and told Cynthia about what happened. “I know, I was watching you on TV. After dinner we really should have a talk James, we need to make some decisions about us.”

“Lets talk now”, he said impatiently.

“Later, after you’ve eaten and you’re relaxed.”

After dinner they both sat on the couch. She began by saying, “You know that in my practice I use hypnosis for all kinds of problems, right?”

“Yes, I know”

“Besides smoking, pain, anxiety, and things like that, you also know that I do a lot of couples therapy, correct?”

“Yes”, he replied.

“Did you also know that I specialize in erotic and dominant-submissive therapy?”

He looked at her and said softly, “You mentioned once that you did sex therapy, but you didn’t tell me what kind.”

She leaned back and thought for a second, and then sat forward and looked at him closely.  She took his hand and looked directly into his eyes and said, “James, you know that I love you, right?”

“Yes, of that I’m sure” he replied.

“And are you…”

He interrupted her and said, “Cynthia, I’ve never loved anyone in my life as deeply as I love you.”

She continued…”James, if you had to describe yourself as either dominant or submissive, what would your answer be?”

Without hesitation he answered, “Submissive, I guess”.

“And why would you say that?”

He squeezed her hand gently and looked directly back at her. “Because everything I do, I do for you. I’m happiest when I’m pleasing you. All I want is to see you smile, to see you satisfied, to just be with you, period.”

“And when did you start to feel this way James?”

Again, without hesitation, he answered, “The first time you said to me … ‘Good boy’, and everytime since.”  She took a sip of her drink, leaned back and crossed her legs. He continued to hold her hand and gaze at her eyes.  He continued, “Every time you say “good boy” it sends a feeling through my body like an electrical shock”.

“James, do you understand what a “true” dominant/submissive relationship is?”

“Yes, I think I do” he replied, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“I’ve always been a Domme, and you’ve always been my submissive. You understand that so far, you’ve only experienced a taste of this lifestyle. And that’s exactly what it is James, a lifestyle. You are free to choose or not choose. But keep in mind, once you take this step like this, you can’t take it back. You can’t un-ring a bell.”

“I love the way I feel when I’m near you,” he said, “I love the way I feel when I please you. The only thing I would be concerned about is that I’d look like some kind of wuss. But if you would be willing to teach and instruct me, I’d like to go forward. This appeals to something deep inside me.”

“James, you need to know that being submissive doesn’t make you any less of a man, or appear weak. Actually, it takes more of a man to admit and deal with his submissive desires than someone who just wants to play games and role-play. This is a total commitment. A Femdom relationship can be one of the most tender, trusting, and loving things that a couple can have. It’s romantic, beautiful, and a bit adventurous, but I guarantee, its not boring.”

“For you, Cynthia, for us, if this is what you want, than this is what I want also. You lead, and I’ll follow.” She just closed her eyes and squeezed his hand. He continued to look at her face intently.

“Alright then” she whispered, “Tomorrow, we start your training.”

During the next month or so James and Cynthia spent at least two days a week alone at his Montana lake house. Typically, if James played a Sunday game, he didn’t have to report back to the team until Wednesday. It was a short flight to Montana, where the Lear was put in a private hanger. They would then switch to his sea plane which was capable of landing on water or even in the snow of the frozen lake. Cynthia spent much of her time slowly referring her current clients, and preparing to live full time in Montana. They both agreed that immediately after the last game of this season, the last of his career, That the two of them would live together in the complete privacy of the Montana lake home.

As the December 31st game in Green Bay approached, James’ anticipation level had risen to a point that he found it hard to concentrate. As his training progressed, he found his love and devotion to Cynthia becoming more intense each day. He considered himself the luckiest person on earth to serve and love such a beautiful lady. He was happiest in the fact the their love was mutual. That gave him a great sense of peace. He knew that she would be sitting in his private suite watching the game. He also knew that when the game was over, he would become a different person. A person, that until he met Cynthia, he never knew he wanted to be.

As JJ walked into the locker room, he had nervous butterflies. He hadn’t had butterflies since his first game sixteen years ago. He wondered why she had disappeared from his view during the game. He noticed that above his locker was a gym bag with a silver lock keeping its contents private. A sealed envelope was attached to the bag. He took the envelope and opened it. Inside was another sealed envelope. Written on the outside of the 2nd envelope was “Shower, change, and go to the hotel. Do not open this until you are in your room.” It was unsigned, but he recognized the handwriting as Cynthia’s.

James entered his room with those same butterflies he had earlier. This was the turning point in his life, and he knew it. He opened the small envelope and found a short note a loose key inside. The note read, “James, I’ve chartered a private flight to Montana and should be there by the time you read this. Open the bag with the enclosed key and follow the instructions inside to the letter.” It was signed “Lady Cynthia”. Seeing the signature with those instructions sent a feeling through his body that he found difficult to describe. He later described it as a “pleasurable ache”. He turned the key in the lock and unzipped the bag.

Inside was another envelope and a small red velvet bag with a zipper. Opening the envelope he read, “Before continuing, make sure you understand all we’ve talked about through your training. This will be the final choice you make as an individual. If you open the red bag, you have made your decision to commit yourself to me, just I will commit myself to you. Your body will no longer be your own, it will be mine. Your journey through life will become “our” journey. I will lead, and you will follow. I will command, and your obedience must be absolute. If this is your decision James, simply continue on and when you come home, bring this letter with you.” Again, it was signed “Lady Cynthia.”

He unzipped the red bag and peered inside. The bag contained four items. A pair of red silk panties, a length of soft velvet ribbon about 12″ long, also red, a black satin scarf, and a list of instructions. He looked at the list and began reading. “Good boy, I see you’ve made your choice. 1st, Go get your laptop and contact me on webcam. Do this now.” His laptop was set up in minutes and he saw on the list of contacts, only one name, “Lady Cynthia.” He quickly made the video connection. Cynthia’s beautiful face filled the screen. Behind her he could see the flickering fireplace from the lake house in Montana.

“Hello my sweet, I’m very pleased with the decision you’ve made.” Her voice was low and romantic, yet he could feel the authority behind her words. “I realize that during the next few days you have many obligations to fulfill. I know that tomorrow you have a scheduled press conference at 10:30. Your formal retirement speech. After that you’ll clean out your locker for the final time. I’m sure there will be some kind of team dinner or party in your honor. After all loose ends are taken care of, you will board your Lear, and come home. I’ll be expecting you within 72 hours. Is everything clear so far?”

“Yes, crystal clear.” was his reply.

“Until then,” she continued, “you will do exactly as I have instructed on the list you’re holding. beginning now, do you understand?”

He just nodded his head.

“Good, my pet, you doing wonderfully so far. You may start with the 3 items on your list. Make sure you remain on video with me until I tell you to shut down…Begin now boy, tic, toc, tic, toc…”

James looked down at the paper in his hand and read number one. (1.) Strip completely naked, making sure to stay on camera at all times.”( 2.) lie on your back on the bed. Masturbate and release fully, again making sure you are in frame at all times.” (3.) After cleaning yourself up, take the red ribbon and tie it around the base of your balls. Snugly, but not tight enough to cause pain. Then stand in front of the computer with your hands at your sides and be silent.

He obeyed every word and stood before the webcam. Cynthia spoke, “Good boy James. the ribbon is to remind you at all times that I now own what was once yours. You may remove it while sleeping, but otherwise, it will be tied around my cock every waking hour of every day until you arrive home. The red panties will also be worn daily under your street clothes. Do you understand my instructions?”

He just whispered “yes ma’am”.

“Excellent my pet, your training has come along nicely. Remove the ribbon, put on the panties, and go to sleep. Repeat these instructions everyday until you return home. Don’t forget to contact me by webcam each night so I can inspect my property.”

“Good night Cynthia”.

“Good night my sweet.”

It was like landing through the fog as the snow skis on the turbo prop skimmed across the loose white powder of the lake. James slowly guided the plane into its small hanger next to the peer. Walking up the way to the front door seemed to be in slow motion. As he entered the foyer, he stood quietly for a moment to shake off the cold. He took his coat and hung it. He could feel the warmth rising past him from the heated hardwood floors. He set his bags down and glanced at his watch. It was about 3:30. He looked for Cynthia. All he heard was her voice.

“Welcome home James” she said in a soft whisper. “Before coming any farther inside I want you to take the black satin scarf out of the bag.” Just the sound of her voice aroused him. “I have just one more instruction to add. From this moment on, when we are in private, you will at all times address me in one of three ways unless I tell you otherwise. Are you listening?” He was fumbling around looking for the black scarf. “In public address me as you always have. In private it will be “Lady Cynthia”, “my Lady”, or “Ma’am” Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand”.

“You understand what?”

“I understand my Lady,” he replied in a timid tone.

“Good” she whispered.

She took the black scarf from his hand and told him to strip off all his clothes except the red panties. As he was complying, she walked behind him and used the satin scarf to blindfold him. He started to speak, but her finger touched his lips keeping him silent. She kissed him gently on his forehead, took his hand, and led him silently into the main bedroom. He could hear the crackling of burning logs in the fireplace. The warm heated floor felt wonderful on his bare feet. Cynthia stood in front of him and said,  “Put your arms behind your back, palms together, interlocking your fingers.” She took another scarf and bound is hands together. “Not too tight, is it? ”

“No my Lady” was his reply. Those butterflies returned to his stomach, but he was beginning to like the way they felt. His arousal was becoming very obvious.

The night before on webcam Cynthia had instructed James to shave every part of his body below his waist, as she put it, “baby smooth.” As he stood in front of her, wrists bound behind him, she lowered his panties and had him step out of them. She moved her hands over every inch if his shaved lower half, inspecting the job he had done. She gently squeezed his balls and held them, “Not too bad a job for your first try, I’m very pleased James.” Just hearing those words caused his legs to soften, and his penis to harden even more. She slowly stroked his shaft, teasing the tip lightly. He could feel himself reaching that point of no return as he started to throb. She suddenly stopped and squeezed his shaft very hard at the base and said in a firm voice, “You will not cum unless you are given permission”

“Yes Ma’am” he whispered, as he swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Still bound and blindfolded, James heard Cynthia open a drawer and then footsteps coming towards him. He felt something very cold touch his penis. “Ice, it was some sort of ice pack” he thought. The cold caused his erection to subside almost immediately. Next he felt Cynthia untie and remove the velvet ribbon that he had become so used to feeling. He heard a noise like the sound of metal on metal. Suddenly she fit a steel ring around the base of his cock exactly where the ribbon used to be. then a click as it closed snugly. She held his penis and fed it through some sort of tube that forced it to curve downward. The ring and the tube were connected. He then heard the unmistakable clicking sound of a lock closing.

Cynthia removed his blindfold. ”Losing one of your senses gives you a completely different perspective, doesn’t it?” Blinking as he adjusted to the light, he looked down and examined the chastity device he was just put in to. ”I always protect what’s mine.” Cynthia chuckled. “This prevents you from touching yourself in any way. Oh, by the way, you’ll also have to sit to use the bathroom also.”

After making sure it wasn’t too tight, or causing pain, she stood back and inspected her property. “To answer what you’re thinking, it’ll come off when I decide. When I want to use it. The only exception is for sanitary reasons, which I will closely supervise.” He remained silent. “Good boy, now you understand.”

As James raised his gaze to look at Cynthia, he noticed that she was wearing the exact same dress she wore the night they met. She slowly walked over and sat in an over stuffed high back chair next to the bed. Looking at James, she signaled with her finger for him to walk toward her. He started in her direction mesmerized by her beauty. His mind vividly flashing back to that August night he first stared into her stunning green eyes. He had never felt anything like this before. The intensity, the intimacy, the pure love he felt for Cynthia. He walked to within a few feet of her and stopped. With his hands still bound behind him, she was totally in control of every part him, both physically and emotionally.

“Kneel before me”. From his training he knew what was happening, and was completely lost in the moment. He knelt on both knees directly in front of her. Cynthia raised her left foot to his mouth. She didn’t have to say a word. James kissed her shoes passionately moving from the left to the right, making sure he didn’t lose balance. He worked his way up both legs to her knees. “Closer” she whispered. “Worship my pussy my pet. Please me completely.”

He reached her inner thighs and the tops of her stockings. She wore no panties. He could hear her breathing faster and harder. His arousal was overwhelming, but the chastity device prevented him from doing anything but pleasing his beautiful Lady Cynthia. He felt her hand on the back of his head. “Fuck me my sweet. Your face is for “my” pleasure…” She pulled his face deep into her, using his head with the force and finesse as she would a dildo. She started grinding and thrusting her hips back against him while holding his head in place. “Make me cum, boy. Now!” With his own senses becoming overloaded, still his only thoughts were pleasing his Lady. Her pleasure would be his. Literally.

James felt her legs lock behind him and pull his entire body closer. She exploded in an orgasm of  rolling  waves. Every muscle tensing, pulling him in and thrusting hard against him. Orgasm after orgasm rolling like thunder kept coming until her body was exhausted in pleasure. After a few minutes she gently reached down and placed her finger under James chin lifting his gaze up to hers, she smiled. As the both of them moved to the bed next to the chair, she untied his wrists. Both completely spent and completely satisfied, Cynthia rested her head on James chest looking at him. She reached down and held his imprisoned cock. ”So, James, tell me, how was the first day of the second half of your life?”

“More than I could have ever imagined my Lady. I love you with everything that I am”.

” I love you too, James. I can’t wait till the “real” lessons begin tomorrow.”

They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

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Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

“Yes Tim, you thought. There was no maid in here today. Your clothes didn’t go to the cleaners. Now please get them on.”

“What did you agree with Cheryl?” he asked in a timid voice.

Shallara was still battling to come to terms with the new Tim. Gone was the arrogant, self-confident, egotistical male who had walked into her life just a couple of weeks ago.

“Cheryl isn’t here, Tim. And hasn’t been today”

He peered around the pillar and into the sitting room. “Then, where are the ladies from the office? I heard them.” He looked at Ariella accusingly. “You said they saw everything!”

Shallara’s shook her head and smiled. “No Tim, they weren’t here. There was no-one in the apartment all evening except for the three of us….and ….an MP3 with recorded laughter and clapping on it. Now come along, I really think that this time you really do need to leave before we find some other way for you to amuse us. But there is one last thing we need to take care of, because something tells me that we will not be seeing you for a long while to come! Ariella, please fetch Tim’s final account for me; it is sitting on the printer next to my desk.”

The silence was heavy and oppressive as they waited for Ariella to return. Shallara stared straight at Tim, while he hung his head disconsolately, studying his shoes. At last it was handed over to Shallara. “Let’s go over this together, Tim, so we have a perfect agreement,” she suggested, her voice the model of reason.

She stood next to Tim, and pointed at the first item. “Two hours of counseling – no charge. I am waiving our fees for today, Tim, so you should have no hard feelings. Second item: cosmetics and makeup – no charge. Third item: stainless steel chastity device – seven hundred dollars. ”

Tim looked at her sullenly and her response chilled him to the core. “I need to tell you about that chastity device, Tim. It is the best one can get today – the price should tell you that! But there are a couple of things you should keep in mind. Firstly, you do need to keep yourself empty, else prostate problems can occur. You do need to either get milked or find some way to do it to yourself on a regular basis. Secondly, the lock on it is tamper-proof.”

Shallara looked at Ariella who had started to giggle. “Ariella, what’s on your mind?”

Ariella grinned. “I was just having this vision of Tim sitting on top of a counter in a locksmith’s shop, with a white shirt and tie, knees wide apart, while some macho tradesman fiddles between his legs trying to open the lock!”

Shallara suppressed a grin and continued. “I wouldn’t try the locksmith route, Tim. Any fiddling with the lock is likely to result in permanent damage to it, and it is unlikely ever to be opened.”

“So how do I get it unlocked?”, he snapped

“I will tell you in a minute. First I need to do something. Drop your pants, your boxers and bend over!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Tim asked, “Whip me again?”

“No, Tim, just do it! I told you I wouldn’t spank you again unless you asked me to.” Shallara’s voice seemed to have taken on that hypnotic tone again. From somewhere, the sound of Orinoco Flow seemed to start up, and Tim found himself complying.

“Now reach back and spread your cheeks, please Tim.” Shallara gently massaged the small of his back, then pausing for a moment,, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, a tube of lubricant and a small bottle of capsules. Once again, Tim felt his bud being gently massaged, and as he relaxed, a finger gently pushed its way in, and was rapidly withdrawn. Shallara dropped the tube and bottle back into her pockets, and pulled off the gloves with a snap. Holding with them with the tips of her fingers, she disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of hem and wash her hands.

“Thank you Tim, please stand up and get your pants back up. I think we need to finish going through the account. We were talking about the chastity belt, I think?”

She unfolded the section of the statement that had been hidden. Her red nail ran down the account. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly, “here is something that will interest you! Video and chastity key – market rate”

“What do you mean, market rate?” came the immediate and obvious question

Shallara eyes settled on his, and an amused smile twisted her lips. “So Tim, you will agree that we didn’t make any money on this counseling session with you?”. She didn’t pause for an answer. “…so, what I have done, is to list the key and the video we made this afternoon on eBay. You must admit that is a fair way of assessing the market value of these two interesting items? I actually pre-listed them while you were busy with Ariella. I must tell you there is a lot of interest!”

She paused for a moment, and watched for the shock to set it. There was no reaction, so she continued.

“Because we have built up such a warm relationship, Tim, I am going to give you some inside information on how the bidding seems to be going. The ladies in you office were really grateful to me for having made them aware in advance that this might be happening. They seem to have decided that the best way to increase their buying power to win the auction is to create a syndicate, and focus on winning the auction for the key. I must tell you, there has been some brisk bidding from it, as it really is quite a novelty, and the price is rising at an astonishing rate! Why don’t you go home and join the bidding? You could buy your freedom, and you know it is at a market related price.”

Shallara continued, “Now, the video also has some interest to your ladies, but their resources are committed to the key. However, it seems that a few of the adult video makers just love these candid ‘amateur’ videos, and given that this one was of such high quality, there is considerable movement on that price. I must tell you Tim, I am so grateful to you for having signed that waiver and for turning the rights over to me!”

Her eyes shone, as she prepared to wrap up. She thrust the account at Tim. “Tim, I think you need to be leaving now. Ariella and I have some unfinished business to take care of. I need to find out where she misplaced your key, and maybe teach her a lesson about being so careless with such a valuable item.”

Shallara paused. She stood next to Tim, her hands on her waist, the account gripped loosely between the fingers of her right hand. He could smell the perfume wafting off her, but could not get himself to respond to her presence. The bad news just seemed to be coming at him as if from a fire-hose.

Her sultry voice continued, “Before you go, there is just one teeny-weeny bit of information I still need to give you. When you bent over for me a few minutes ago, I may have slipped a glycerin suppository into your bum.” She looked dramatically at her watch. “If I did, and there is no way you will know until the effects do or don’t happen…they usually take about ten minutes to work. If and when it happens, you really don’t want to be caught out in the open!. My advice to you would be leave now without any more argument, and find somewhere private – the effects can be rather dramatic and embarrassing!”

Shallara held the door open for Tim to exit. “….and Tim, you should take the stairs; the elevators seem to take for ever to arrive at this floor.” She watched as he started to walk down the corridor, but start to jog in panic as soon as he thought he was out of her view.

Shallara turned to Ariella. “Come, you little minx! Let’s go and watch the bidding.”

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* Note: This story contains elements of forced domination that could be upsetting to some readers.

Tim looked up miserably as Ariella returned to the room. He expected her to be followed by Cheryl Stern. This was surely the end of his job and certainly the end of life as he currently enjoyed it. He was surprised to see Ariella was alone.

“It was Cheryl at the door, Lady Shallara. She brought a few of the girls around from the office. She thought we might be able to have a bit of a planning session around the makeup project, and was wondering if she could show the girls some of the video. I though that a preview of the session we did today might be rather fun!”

She grinned in Tim’s direction; he turned red, and then the blood drained from his face. “I took them into the sitting room and suggested the wait there until I had spoken to you. I wasn’t quite sure if you were still planning to call security?”

Shallara rocked back on her heels, and then brought up her hand to her face. She rested her chin on her hand, her long index finger pointing up the side of her cheek. The red nail stood out in sharp relief against her pale skin. She stood there for a few moments thinking, as she looked down at the miserable Tim.

“Ariella, do me favor pet, take Cheryl into my office. I would like to have a word with her in private and see if we can’t work something out. Make the ladies a cup of tea, and then come back and attend to Tim. I want him shaved, milked and caged.” She smiled at the hapless Tim. “I think this may be your lucky break – if you cooperate!”

Moments later, Ariella reappeared. She reached for a carton of wet wipes and handed them across to Tim. “Off with your gown and then wipe yourself with these towelettes. You need to be shiny clean, back and front.”

Tim reached for them, and shrugged off the nylon gown. He felt as if he was living a nightmare, as he stripped the damp towelettes from the pack, and rubbed his pubic area vigorously. Self consciously, he reached forward, and washed between his thighs.

“Bend forward Tammy, I want that bum really clean, and I mean it. Really clean!”. Ariella grimaced, making no pretense at hiding her disgust at the performance taking place in front of her. At last Tim reported in a husky voice that he was finished.

“Right, now hop up unto the little table over there. Lie on your back and get into the diaper position.” He looked at her quizzically. “On your back Tammy, and legs up and spread. Grip your legs from behind your knees. Like a baby who needs its diaper changed…move it!”

It just seemed to get worse and worse for him. With his most intimate parts exposed, Ariella quickly trimmed away the bulk of the hair. As a hairdresser and esthetician, she was in her comfort zone, and she worked fast and efficiently. The wiry hair dropped off onto the table, with a sprinkling falling to the ground.

Ariella turned back to the washbasin, and returned with a warm, wet towel. Dressed in her green scrubs, Tim fantasized for a minute that she was a nurse and that this was a routine procedure. She gently plucked his penis up between her thumb and nail, and wiped his pubic areas down. He felt himself responding, but she dropped him before there could be any further stimulation. She turned back to the basin, and this time reappeared with a razor and can of shaving cream. As he watched, she sprayed the white foam onto his private areas, and gently, but quickly, rubbed it in. In efficient strokes, she slid the safety razor across his pubis, leaving it bald and damp.

He watched as she rinsed the cream off the razor, and returned to tackle the area between his legs. Her touch was gentle, and her concentration intense. There was no longer that sense of mockery hanging in the air. She worked happily, humming melodies from Enya’s “Paint The Sky with Stars” album. As she patted him dry, and sprinkled baby powder over him, his mind began to churn again. The scent from the powder and his undignified pose, evoked thoughts of an unhappy baby having his nappy changed by a caring nanny.

He watched Ariella pull on a pair of tight baby-blue latex gloves, and pick up a tube of ointment. She squeezed a glob of lubricant onto his puckered bottom hole, and gently worked it in with the middle finger of her right hand. It surprised Tim at how pleasant it actually felt, and as her fingers probed deeper and deeper, he relaxed himself to allow her easy entry. Ariella began to rhythmically plunge her finger in and draw it out, and after a few moments, she stopped, reaching into his depths to search for the almond sized gland that held his semen.

She smiled down at him tenderly. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please!” came the husky reply.

“Well, here’s the deal.” She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “I will do it for you, Tammy, but you will have to pay me, and ask for it.”

“How much do you want?”

“Well, let’s see. Fifty dollars would do it for me. A little bit extra spending money! Your wallet is over there on the dressing table. You need to get up, hand me the fifty dollars, and then get on your knees and ask me very nicely to please do it.”

Tim looked stunned.

“Now, Tim, otherwise I am going to call Lady Shallara and tell you that you are not cooperating!”

Tim let go of his knees, and rolled over into a sitting position. He got of the desk, stiff and sore. He padded over to his wallet, extracted the bill, and knelt as instructed. “Ariella, please will you take this in payment to do that thing to me.”

“I beg your pardon, Tim? You want me to do what?”

“Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

“Ok, since you asked so nicely,” came Ariella’s response, “Get onto that table. On your knees, head down, bum high up.”

Tim clambered awkwardly back up unto the desk, watching as Ariella slid a hand held dildo from a long, narrow box. It had a little curve at the one end, ideal for massaging the prostate. She lubed it up. “Reach back and spread your cheeks; you asked for this and you are going to get it!”

He expected the worst with this new tone in her voice, but she was surprising tender. She pushed it against the glistening rose of his hole, and gently eased it in. As he relaxed, she began to slowly and rhythmically push it in and out, carefully angling the dildo to ensure that the prostate was touched with each stroke. Her free hand comfortingly massaged the small of his back.

Tim found himself respond, rocking himself backwards and forwards to match her strokes, moaning and sucking in his breath each time she hit the spot. It almost felt like a masturbatory itch that he just couldn’t get her to scratch enough. The rhythm picked up, and suddenly he felt a set of spasms flutter through his body. A warm stream of milky liquid flowed from his semi-erect member, dropping in a small puddle onto the desk.

He collapsed exhausted, as he felt the artificial phallus being withdrawn. It felt like déjà vue as he watched her clean up and he couldn’t place the thought. But as he watched Ariella, he realized it was just her style, the quick efficient movements of hairdresser cleaning up in a salon after a cut and rinse. He had seen her perform like this in her salon. She quickly wiped off the dildo, and dropped it into a plastic bag for later sterilization. A roll of paper towel, a basin of warm water and dishwasher soap, and the table beneath him was rapidly cleaned.

He sensed Ariella moving behind him, and she reached between his knees from behind to wipe of his penis. But her fiddling didn’t stop; something clicked around the base of his member, and as he looked down in surprise, he watched as she swiftly attached a curved stainless steel tube-like looking attachment to the ring. “It’s a chastity device, Tammy. Not only will you not be able to touch yourself at all, but you will need to sit down to pee!!” Ariella giggled. “I am so, so silly!!! I remember know that Lady Shallara told me she had already taken care of those two issues with hypnosis!!! Oh well, you will now be physically constrained too!”

Ariella playfully swung the key in front of Tim, before dropping it down her cleavage. “You are not going to get that very easily. I am not even sure who I am going to give it to. Cheryl perhaps …. or maybe one of the ladies in your office. Hmmmm…let me think about that for a bit.”

Ariella did a dramatic flourish with her arms. As if to an imaginary audience, she painted a huge circle in the air with arms, and brought her hands together at the end, pointing her two index fingers at Tim’s entrapped member. “And here we have our milk maid – he just made milk!” As if on cue, a shrill set of cat-calls accompanied by cheers and hand clapping came drifting through the walls from the room next door. Tim watched glassy eyed, as Ariella walked over the dressing table and picked up a remote. She aimed it at a TV that was on the wall, and it flickered as it came to life. “Closed circuit TV, Tammy, let’s see what the girls were cheering. You must have given them quite a performance!”

Tim felt the bottom drop out of his world as the screen flickered briefly and then settled on an image of him handing over a cash note to Ariella. His voice came playing back to him loud and clear:” “Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

Tim buried his head in his hands, not daring to look, as the sound from the video droned on remorselessly. He heard his labored breathing, his pleas for more, his whimpers of pleasure, his groan of sexual release.

Tim was still kneeling, looking bemused, when Shallara walked back into the room. “I have a deal worked out for you with Cheryl, Tim. I don’t think I will have to call the security after all.” She gestured at the screen. It had reverted back to a still capture of the moment when the naked, face painted Tim, handed over a fifty dollar bill to Ariella. “….but if we ever do, I suspect we have some rather interesting material for them to view!”

Shallara looked at Tim thoughtfully, wondering how far she could push him, given his fragile state of mind. She toyed with a scenario in her mind where she would ask Tim how he would ever face the office ladies again, never mind the fact that he was their manager. She thought of telling Tim that she had negotiated a position for him with Cheryl at the same company, but as the mailroom clerk. He looked so dejected that she simply could not feel some compassion for him. At last she turned to Ariella. “Get him cleaned up, Ariella, and then let’s go together into the sitting room to meet the others.”

With his face cleaned up, naked except for the ridiculous looking contraption around his cock, Tim followed Shallara out of the room. Ariella brought up the rear, her eyes shiny with excitement. Shallara stopped in the entrance hall, and opened the coat cupboard door. “Your clothes, Tim. Get them on please and you can be out of here.”

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

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(continued from part two)

Caller ID is a modern marvel. It lets you know which calls you can ignore…and which ones are very important…

“Hello…”

“Hello Matthew.”

“Susan. Hi.” For some strange reason, I am very excited to hear her on the line. Strange reason? Actually there was nothing strange about it at all…

“Are you busy?”

“Not for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I have some good news. The movers came this morning and delivered my furniture and quite a few boxes…”

“That IS good news.” Isn’t it?

“And so I was wondering if you would like to help me this afternoon…moving a few things…”

“I’d love to…”

“Good. So I’ll expect you, say, in about an hour…”

“I’ll be there…”

“Excellent! I really appreciate how helpful you are, Matthew.”

“I…well, it’s my pleasure…”

“I like to hear that too. See you soon.”

And with that, Susan was gone. Leaving me feeling…well, very excited. I get to help Her again. That’s a good thing. Isn’t it? It feels good, so it must be good. Right? What I didn’t think about is why. Why does she have such an effect on me?

I arrived at Susan’s house within an hour. What I didn’t notice was that there was a few extra cars parked on the street near her house. What I did notice was the mountain of moving boxes piled in the garage as well as furniture. This was going to be fun… Susan met me at the door wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater. It (her sweater, that is) looked very soft and cozy. Her hair was pulled back and she was wearing glasses…giving her the effect of a School teacher on her day off.

“Come in, Matthew. I’m so glad you came.”

“How could I refuse?” How COULD I refuse??

“You can’t.” (Susan is teasing me here, I think, isn’t she?) “But anyhow, I really appreciate how helpful you’ve been. I know I keep saying that, but I really do.”

“And I keep saying, ‘It’s my pleasure”…because, well, it is…” It is. I feel good helping and being helpful to her… And I feel happy knowing that I am pleasing her. Which is important. Isn’t it?

“Well, let’s get you changed so we can get started.” Susan led me down the hallway to the smaller room I had painted a few days earlier. I noticed the doors of all the other rooms were closed

“Changed? But I…” We went in the room and Susan closed the door behind us.

“Yes. I think that while you are here helping you should be wearing a uniform. Have you forgotten already?”

“A superhero. how could I forget?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid you won’t be my superhero today. Here, put this on.” Susan opened the closet and pulled out a green unitard on a hanger. She stood there and watched as I stripped naked and put the unitard on just like she had shown me before. It should be an odd thing for a guy to just take off all his clothes in front of a woman he didn’t really know all that well. And slip into a Lycra unitard. Shouldn’t it? But I did it. Because Susan wanted me to. So that makes it all right…right? When I had it on, I turned so she could do up the zipper. She ran the zipper up my back and the unitard tightened around me…especially tight in some places…

“And now for the padlock. Matthew?” A question. She’s asking me if it’s okay for her to lock the zipper of my unitard. Locking me in it. Is it okay? What if I say no? What do I want? Do I really have a choice?

“Yes.”

For such a tiny padlock the ‘click’ seemed especially loud. “Thank you, Matthew.” Susan was thanking me…for what? For agreeing? For letting her put me in this position? “For putting your trust in me.” Susan must be a mind reader. “Now, just one more thing.” Susan turned me so I was facing her. “I think it would be easier if you were down on your knees for this.” Susan put her hands on my shoulders and gently pressed down until I was on my knees before her. She then produced a bit of Lycra fabric that matched my unitard. it was a…

“Now for the hood. I’m just going to slip this on you, then we can get the others…”

“Others?” There are others?

“You didn’t expect to move all that furniture by yourself, did you Matthew?”

“But…others…I thought…” I thought I was Susan’s superhero. Her ONLY superhero. There can’t be others! There just can’t. And if there were others, they would see me like this…I can’t let other guys see me like this Can I?

“You thought what?”

“That I was…the only…there can’t be others…”

“This isn’t about you, Matthew. I think you’re being very selfish.” Susan was disappointed. Disappointed in me.

“But…I…we…I thought we…”

“Have an exclusive relationship? I’m not your Wife, Matthew. Or your girlfriend. Or your lover. I’m not yours at all. Am I?” Yes, very disappointed.

“No.” But I thought…I’m her superhero…I am. Me.

“Why are you here?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you here, Matthew? Here. Now. With me.”

“Because-to help you.”

“Why?”

“Because–because I want to.” I like doing things for her. I like to make her happy…

“You chose to be here. To be helpful to me. because you want to.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t force you to be here. You’re here because you choose to be here…why? Because you want to please me, and make me happy. Is that right, Matthew?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you are pleasing me now?”

“I’m sorry.” I’m stupid and selfish…Susan’s displeasure is like a heavy weight pressing on my chest. I feel bad…physically bad…sick…that I am displeasing Susan so much.

“You are here today to give me your service. That’s one of your “S” words, Matthew. It pleases you to give me your service, you said so yourself. And it pleases me to accept your service. THAT is the basis of our relationship. Whether it progresses beyond that depends on our choices…”

“Choices?”

“Yes, Matthew. Remember, you are here by choice. You may leave any time. Just say the word, and I’ll unlock your unitard, you can change and go. It’s up to you. And it is MY choice when you will be invited over to be ‘helpful’. OR EVEN IF YOU WILL BE INVITED. And it will be MY choice to take our relationship beyond what it is now. I had hopes for you, Matthew; from the moment I saw you wandering aimlessly around the mall, I thought that you might be the kind of man I am looking for. And so far, you have been doing very well. Until now, that is…”

What? ‘The kind of man I am looking for?’ Me? What kind? What do I have to do? How can I get Susan to want me? She did want me, right? Until now…

“How…what do I do to…fix this…?”

“It’s very simple, Matthew. You just have to choose.”

“I want…I want to stay.”

“Good. And I choose to accept your service– for today. Now, as I was trying to explain, this Lycra hood will cover your face so that you will be anonymous. The others are dressed the same. The identity of the others is none of your business, and yours isn’t to them. It is not important who you are. It is only important what you are here to do.” Susan drew the Lycra cloth down over my head. “Now stand up and let’s look.” I stood up and we looked in the mirror on the closet door. I could see surprisingly well through the fabric of the hood; I was looking at someone that was no longer me. My features were obscured–I was now just an anonymous male in green Lycra from head to toe. It was very strange…but…also exciting too…!

“For the rest of the day, you are no longer Matthew. You are now simply a man giving me his service. I will be calling you by the color of your unitard, ‘green’. The others will be ‘blue’ and ‘red’. And I think, for today, that I would like you to address me as ‘Mistress’. Okay?”

“I think so.”

“You THINK so? I THINK you can CHOOSE a better answer than that, ‘green’.”

“Oh. Yes…ah…Mistress…” I think Susan…Mistress…is angry with me. I’ve gone from her disappointment to displeasure and now anger. And the afternoon has just begun. I don’t like it. I make a mental vow from now on to always stay on Susan’s good side. As soon as I can find out what side that is. But I think it’s better to say as little as possible for now…before I get into even more trouble.

“Let’s go.” Susan…Mistress led me back out into the hallway. She opened the doors to two of the other rooms and led the others; ‘red’ and ‘blue’ out into the hallway.

“Now, the three of you will be helping me move my furniture into the house today. Naturally I will be telling you what goes where and how I want things handled. Some of the pieces will require you to work together. I expect you all to follow instructions and cooperate with each other. But, please don’t chat amongst yourselves- you are here to work, not to make friends. I would prefer that the three of you know as little as possible about each other. Who you are is none of each others business. Only I know who each of you are, and that’s how I want it to stay. Will you do this for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Three voices said in unison. I’m pretty sure one of them was mine. But really, I had absolutely no desire to get to know ‘red’ or ‘blue’. I don’t even want to look at them. I don’t want to share Susan…Mistress with anyone else. I’m her superhero. Me. But…I want…I need to make her happy. I choose to. And I’ll show her that she should choose me. I’ll work hard and do whatever she wants. Because it’s important to please her. And to make her happy. That’s right, isn’t it? I think it is.

Mistress led us out of the house and across the front yard towards the garage. I was glad that Susan…Mistress told us to wear our sneakers with our unitards. It could be pretty tricky moving the furniture in just our stocking feet. It just goes to show how thoughtful she is.

“What if someone sees us?” A voice said. One of the others…

“That’s not important, is it?” Mistress Susan reassured us. “Even if someone did see you, they wouldn’t be able to tell who you are, could they? So there is nothing to worry about.” That makes a lot of sense. If anyone did happen by and saw us, all they would see is three males working. Being helpful. So what if we are wearing these unitards? It is what Susan…Mistress…Mistress Susan wants us to wear. They are our uniforms that help us give Mistress our service. When we wear them we are no longer selfish individuals; we are simply males here to give her our service. Our identities are protected…our identities are…gone. Our hoods…our masks shield our identities and take away our individuality. Our features are gone. Our faces…our names…gone…no longer important… What is important?

I was Matthew…I am…

I am ‘green’. I am here to give her my service. That is what is important.

The rest of the afternoon was given in service. Mistress directed us and we moved her furniture. It did not take very long, we worked hard and we worked together to get her house filled with her furniture. Tables, chairs, lamps, sofas. All of it. We worked quickly without any extraneous chatter or joking around. Because she wanted it that way. It is important to do what she wants. Because it is important to please her and make her happy…

Finally we were finished and we assembled in the living room. “Thank you all for your help today. I really appreciate it. My house feels so much better to me now that it has my furniture in it. I am very proud of you all, and all your hard work. I know there are still all those boxes with the rest of my belongings. That will have to wait for another time. I hope I can count on you all to help me…” Mistress was happy. She was proud of me. Of us. We basked in her praise and knowing that I…we had pleased her, my unitard got very tight… It is important to please Mistress. It feels good to make her happy.

“Of course, Mistress.” Who said that? One of us? Or all of us?

“Excellent! You are all so very helpful. Again, I really appreciate all you have done for me. Thank you all very much.”

“Thank You, Mistress.”

“It’s my…our pleasure…”

“Anytime you need us…”

“Please follow me…” Mistress lead us back down the hallway. She stopped in front of the smaller spare room. “‘Green’, please wait for me in here.” I walked into the room and Mistress closed the door behind me. I was now alone. Alone to wait. There was now furniture in the room but it seemed appropriate to wait kneeling on a small rug facing the door. Yes. That is how I should wait. Wait for Mistress. Wait for Susan. Wait for Susan…Mistress to come and…what? That is not important. When she comes she will tell me. She wants me to wait. So I will wait. That is what’s important. Because pleasing her is important.

Hours pass…or is it just minutes? Days? I can’t tell. But it is not important. I am waiting. Waiting for her. Because she asked me to. Because she wants me to. Because I choose to. Finally I feel her presence outside the door. It’s Her!! The door opens and she enters the room.. Susan…Mistress…Mistress Susan. Susan Mistress. It feels so good that she is finally here. It feels so good to see her. The sunshine of her smile warms me. “Thank you so much for waiting.” The melody of her voice caresses me like a warm blanket. The sight of her, her Womanliness excites me and I ache and throb for her…

“Thank you so much for your service today, ‘green’. You worked very hard and was very helpful.”

“It is my pleasure to give you my service. Mistress.”

“Yes I can see that. Your unitard shows me just how much you enjoy serving. That is one of the reasons why I want you to wear it. So that the relationship between your service to me and your pleasure will be on display. There is no way for you to be able to hide it. And I must say…I enjoy having that effect on you. And the others…” Mistress was standing over me now. She bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I felt the warmth of the kiss pass through my mask and spread all throughout my body. “Good job today, ‘green’. You have certainly earned your reward…” A reward. From Mistress. From Susan. From Mistress Susan. A reward for my service. My service is my pleasure. My reward…My reward will be my pleasure… She will… Mistress will grant me pleasure… If I ached for her before, it is nothing compared to how I ache now.

“But… I need to talk to Matthew…” Susan pulled the hood from my head. “Hello, Matthew”. Without my mask the lights seemed bright and harsh. And cold.

“Oh…Ah…Susan…?”

“Yes, Susan. Welcome back.”

“I…uh…”

“‘Green’ was very good today. He made me happy. He earned a reward. But you, on the other hand…”

“I’m sorry. I was selfish…I…”

“You disappointed me earlier, Matthew. I don’t like that.”

“I’ll do anything. Whatever you want…”

“Yes you will. But that’s not the point. You will already do whatever I want. I think you need to be punished.”

“Punished?”

“Yes. I think you need to really recognize that your behavior was wrong. And that you should accept responsibility for it.”

Susan looked down on me, an expectant look on her face. I had to respond somehow. I had to make things right. I had to choose my words carefully. I had to choose…to choose…

“I apologize for my behavior earlier. I was acting very selfishly. I put my own pleasure ahead of my service to you. I do not deserve any reward. I deserve punishment instead.”

“So you choose punishment instead of reward, Matthew?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a good choice, Matthew. I am glad you chose to accept your responsibility. I will give you your punishment.”

“Thank you.”

“Now I will be sending you home soon. I was going to give you all a few days rest before starting on the moving boxes. But I want you here at eight o’clock tomorrow morning ready to work. Okay?

“Yes, Mis…Susan…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. That is not your punishment.” Susan reached down and grabbed me by my erection. After all that I was still throbbing and aching for her… “When you get home you will think about me, won’t you?”

“Ah, gurgle…”

“This is ‘off limits’, understand? You are not to touch. Not until I give you my permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” I croaked.

“Good.” I heard/felt a click at the back of my neck, and a rush of cool air and release of tension down my back. “Please get dressed and go.” Susan left the room, leaving me alone. I got dressed, walked out of the room and outside. I did not see Susan. Or anyone else. Susan did not walk me to my car. She did not see me off with a kiss and a squeeze of my…yet it felt as if…felt as if she was still holding me…still holding me tightly in her grasp….

I drove home very carefully…

I didn’t get much sleep that night….

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The next morning saw me on Susan’s doorstep at eight o’ clock. Susan let me in. She was wearing her pink terrycloth robe. With all the furniture the atmosphere in her house seemed different. The echoes were muted, there were things where there should be, like a real kitchen table and chairs. If felt..right.

“Good morning, Matthew. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Uh yes. I’m…ready. Ready to help.”

“Good. And how was your evening? Did you follow my instructions?”

“I…yes…didn’t get much sleep…”

“Oh? That’s too bad. Well I suppose that was to be expected. Tell me, just what were my instructions?”

“Oh, ah…that I was not to touch…touch myself, until you give me permission.”

“Yes. That’s right. Do you think that was enough punishment?”

Oh boy. Somehow I sense that this is a question to which there is no good answer. “I…uh…no?”

“So you choose a further punishment for your behavior yesterday?”

“I…yes. Yes I do.” I think this is a safe choice. I hope.

“Very well. But it will have to wait. I have an appointment this morning. I need to get dressed.”

“Ah. Yes. I think…I think I need to get changed as well…”

“That’s right, Matthew.” Susan flashed me a smile. I was very grateful for it. Maybe, maybe I can win her approval back. If I make the right choices…

I glanced at the kitchen table. “Let me just take care of those dishes for you…”

That brought another smile from Susan. “Very thoughtful, Matthew. But not until after you get changed, okay?”

“Ah, yes. Of course.”

“Please go to the guest bedroom. You’ll find your uniform for today. Get yourself changed and I’ll meet you back here in the kitchen.”

Off I went, down the hall to the guest bedroom. The room I painted…it seems long ago now. Now the room had furniture. I opened the closet and there on a hanger, waiting for me was yet another unitard. This one was black and had a large “S” printed on the chest. Already ready. I took off my pants and shirt and hung them in the closet. Socks and underwear went on a shelf. I slipped into the unitard, my uniform. My uniform to become Susan’s superhero. My uniform for serving Susan. Unlike the unitards Susan had me wear before, this one had two zippers, the regular one and one in the crotch. That would be…that will be convenient. I hope. But I still had to deal with the main zipper, the one that goes up my back. At least that’s what it’s supposed to do. I have to find some way to get it zipped. To be dressed for Susan. So she will be proud of me. But..How? The answer was hanging in the closet. What if…What if I took a clothes hanger, and hooked the zipper tab–and used the hanger as a handle to pull the zipper up? That should work. It has to work…and amazingly enough, it did work! Of course it took some struggle, some twisting and turning, but I managed to do it. Susan will be happy. Happy with me. Now I was changed. Dressed in my unitard. Changed into Susan’s superhero. No longer just Matthew. No longer… But there was something else…something missing. I noticed, on top of the dresser, there was something. Actually two somethings. Small somethings. Padlocks. Susan would want me to…She would want me to…choose. I looked at the padlocks, they were identical. They were both open, but there were no keys. The keys must be with Susan. She would be holding them. The keys will be safe. I picked up one of the padlocks. It should be, it should be easy to just…behind my neck…work the shank through the zipper pull and the ring…and close the padlock. It should be easy. It should be. I just have to choose. Just choose. Choose.

“Click!” That was loud. Now the zipper was locked. I didn’t have the key to unlock it. I was locked in my unitard until Susan lets me out. I am changed. I chose. To be helpful to Susan. Because that’s what she wants. And it’s important to please her and make her happy. Isn’t that…isn’t that…right? I think it is. I picked up the second padlock and took it with me to the kitchen. Just in case Susan wants it…

Back in the kitchen I was very helpful and washed the dishes from Susan’s breakfast. Then I dried them. Then I put them away. If I had stopped to think about it, I probably should have been very self-conscious. Wearing a unitard. A locked unitard. And doing manual labor for a woman that I still didn’t know very well. Here in her house. Making myself vulnerable to her. Allowing her…allowing her to put me in situations where I am giving up control. And putting her in control. Was this what I wanted when I offered to carry her bags that day in the mall? But…I chose this, didn’t I? That’s what Susan would say. She did not force me, did she?

In fact, I didn’t think about those things. At least consciously. What I was thinking about is pleasing Susan and making her happy. Being her superhero. And, in fact, I was feeling increasingly comfortable wearing a unitard and being locked in it, for her. Because wearing it shows that I am here to help and give her my service. And it is what she wants. And I want to please her. And…and…and… Choices. Choose. Surrender. I did that…didn’t I? Have I already gone too far, or…not far enough?

The muffled click of heels told me that Susan was approaching. Suddenly I realized that any doubts I had would not be able to stand up to her presence. Once I saw her or even heard her voice my need would overwhelm everything else. She knows that. She MUST know that. I can’t resist her. I don’t even want to. I choose not to.

“Oh good, you’re all dressed! Let me see!” I had made Susan happy. I stood still as Susan circled me and looked me over. “Mmmm.” She tugged on the padlock at the back of my neck. “Nice and secure. Thank you, Matthew.”

“I, uh, well…” I related how I figured out how to do up my zipper. And as for the padlock… “…it seemed like the thing to do..”

“Yes. That’s good. That was a good choice, Matthew.”

“I…Uh…Thank you.”

“I had this unitard made up especially for you.”

“Uh. Yeah. “S”. S for superhero.”

“Mmmm. Yes. But also “S” for service.”

“That too.” Of course. I should have seen that…

“And I can see you like wearing it…!” Susan laughed.

“Ah…Uh…” “S” for saluting.

“I’m sure you noticed, that this one has a zipper in the crotch. So you’ll be able to use the bathroom without needing to take the unitard off or even needing me to unlock it. That would come in handy, say if you were wearing it for a long period of time.”

“Ah, yes…very…practical…” Call me crazy, but somehow I think Susan will have no trouble finding ways to keep me in this unitard for long periods of time. But that’s okay, isn’t it?

“Why don’t you give me a demonstration?”

“What…? Unzip it…here?”

“Yes, Matthew. Right here. Right now, please.” There was definitely a warning in Susan’s voice…

“I, Uh…” I was feeling very embarrassed. Of course Susan has seen me…all of me…but… What choice did I have, really? So I unzipped the crotch zipper and…

“Well, you certainly ARE very excited to be here helping me. Thank you, Matthew.”

“I…uh…well…” Make that extremely embarrassed.

“Now, I have something else I would like you to wear for me while you’re here today…if you don’t mind…”

“Yes, of course. I’d be glad to…” Another hood?

“I haven’t told you what it is yet. Have you already made your choice?”

“I…oh…” Uh-Oh…

It finally sunk in that Susan had with her a small notepad and a velvet pouch. She opened the pouch and spread the contents on the kitchen table. Clear plastic rings of various sizes…some plastic pins and another piece of clear plastic that had holes in it and was shaped like a tube but also not vaguely shaped like an…oh… I’ve seen these…on the Internet…!

“I’m sure you know what this is…”

“I…well, I’ve seen…on the Internet…”

“I’m not surprised. It seems to be quite a common fantasy among men like you…”

“I…oh…uh…” Huh? Men like…like me? But…but I… Wait. This means Susan wants me to… “You want me to…wear…this…uh?”

“Chastity Device. It’s a CB-3000. And, yes, I would appreciate it if you would wear it for me today…”

“I…um…” I can choose. I could say no. I could leave. I could just end this and go home. I could… But of course I can’t. “I’ll…I’ll do it…”

“Wonderful, Matthew! Thank you very much. I think this will be a good learning experience. For you.”

“Learning…experience…?”

“Yes. Think about our discussion yesterday. Why do YOU think I would like you to wear this chastity device?”

“To…in order to…” Why? I thought about what we discussed yesterday. My behavior. Punishment? Pleasure? Then a thought hit me. “To remind me. To remind me not to be selfish. Not to put my personal pleasure ahead of giving you my service…”

“Yes, Matthew. That’s it exactly! You have admitted to me how much you enjoy being helpful. How your service gives you pleasure. And, because of your unitard, that is something you cannot hide. And you have admitted how selfish that pleasure has made you. So by wearing this chastity device you will be reminded to focus on your service and not on your own pleasure. And by choosing to agree to wear it will show me that you understand what is important. I think that makes sense, don’t you?”

“It…that…I think…that makes sense…” It seems to make sense. But I thought…I thought a guy would have to wear one of those things so he wouldn’t be able to cheat. Of if he already did cheat. Or if he… But when you think about it, I guess it IS kind of like I am cheating. It’s like I have been using Susan for my own pleasure. And that is wrong. Thinking of myself, my own pleasure when I should be thinking about being helpful. Because being helpful and making Susan happy is what’s important. Isn’t that right?

“Good. I’m glad you agree, Matthew. Now let’s try it on, and I’ll give you your assignment for today. Then I have to get to my appointment.”

“Uh…yes. okay.”

Susan went to the freezer and pulled out one of those flexible cold packs that you might use on an injury and handed it to me. “Here, this ought to reduce the ’swelling’.” It was all too effective. “Now this ring will go behind your testicles, and the tube part…and the pin…” Susan next handed me the various parts and luckily enough I was able to get them assembled on me without too much difficulty. Luckily I was pretty numb at this point. Yes. How lucky for me…!

“I see you brought that second padlock with you. That was a good choice, Matthew.” Yes. How extremely lucky for me. “I’m sure you must have guessed that the two padlocks are part of a set. I only need one key to unlock either or both of them. Isn’t that convenient?”

“Oh, yes. Very…convenient.” How lucky can one guy get?

“So, we just need to put the second padlock through the hole on the pin there and then…Matthew?”

“Ah…” Another choice. I have a choice, don’t I? Or do I? It seems that Susan is leading me down a one-way street and there are no U-turns allowed. But…I’m not, I’m not really unhappy that this is happening am I? I mean, I shouldn’t…be letting her do this to me, should I? I should be…I should be…a man? And yet…deep down I know that this, this is…this is what I want. Helping Susan. Pleasing her and making her happy. That is what is important. That is…MY pleasure.

“Yes.”

“Click!”

“Thank you, Matthew. For putting your trust in me, again.”

I couldn’t say anything. But I felt, I felt the enormity of the situation. It hit me suddenly like a weight pressing on my shoulders. Or, to be more precise, a weight pulling downward between my legs. I was suddenly VERY aware of my penis and the situation it was now in. It had shrugged off the cold and was now trying to force it’s way out of it’s plastic prison. Naturally to no avail. I felt it squeezed in it’s confinement, closed in on all sides as if…as if it was being held tightly in Susan’s hand. In her inescapable grasp.

“I really appreciate you doing this for me.” Susan then kissed me on the cheek. “Oh! My lipstick. let me…” She moved to wipe it off, then her thumb hesitated. “On second thought, I think I’ll just leave it…” I felt the heat from her kiss linger on my cheek. Her lipstick…

“Ah!” My penis…so accustomed to ’saluting’ for Susan was finding it difficult to adapt to it’s new surroundings.

“Oh, does it hurt?” I sense Susan is not all that concerned…

“Uh, its…It’s okay…I’ll manage…”

“Good. But perhaps it’s best if you put it away for now. Though I must admit it does look cute– all snugly secured in there.”

“Ah…” That’s not…not helping. I zipped up the unitard’s crotch. Perhaps ‘things’ will calm down…

“Now, Matthew…” Thankfully Susan changed the subject. She flipped through some pages on her notepad. “What I want today is for you to go through the moving boxes in the garage. When I packed them I marked them according to what’s inside. You will be looking for all the ones marked with the number ‘nine’. There should be…there should be nine of them. Nine boxes of ‘nine’. Bring them in and put them in that room that will be my office. Okay? Now I’ve got to get to my appointment. But I’ll be back in a few hours…”

“Absolutely. I’ll…I’ll get right on it.” Of course I will. What else was I going to do? I should have thought of something better to say. But it was kind of hard to think right now. My situation has me…completely off balance. Or more accurately, the situation that Susan has me in. If I didn’t know better…I’d say that Susan is doing this on purpose. Wait. Of course Susan IS doing this on purpose! And it’s working…

Susan left. I set off for the garage to start my task for the day. Halfway out the door I realized that there was a possibility that someone…who happened to be passing by…and happened to look down the driveway at just the right time and at just the right angle, just might possibly see me. See a man wearing a black Lycra unitard with a large “S” on his chest and an odd CB-3000 shaped bulge in his… Uh oh. I ran as fast as I could. Which was not all that fast because something was weighing me down. Something between my legs. Something that I am wearing for Susan. Because she wants me to. Because… Great. Now I’m REALLY aware of it…!

Moving boxes. Each one has a number written on it. 1, 3, 8, 4, 6…There’s a nine. There’s… They’re not together. The boxes are totally random. I’m going to have to go through the whole pile to find all the ‘nines’. I’m going to have to…be helpful. “Ah! this thing is…tight…”

If that wasn’t punishment, I don’t want to know what is. It took me hours. Moving all the boxes around to find all the ‘nine’ boxes. All nine of them. Carrying them one by one from the garage to the house. While avoiding being seen. At least I hope no one saw me. And each time I brought a box into her house I would have to pass by at least one mirror. And I would see in my refection, my situation. The unitard I am wearing for her. The padlock. The CB-3000. And…and the mark of her lipstick on my cheek. It must be my imagination but it seems to be getting darker, more visible. Shouldn’t it be fading? What is happening to me? Shouldn’t I be… Shouldn’t I be having second thoughts? Or even third thoughts? What is important? Susan is important. Doing this task for Susan…making her happy… That is what’s important. Isn’t that right? That’s what I think.

I heard some familiar music coming from Susan’s guest bedroom. My cellphone. Who could be calling me? I hesitated to answer it. What if, what if by talking on the phone someone could tell what I was wearing? What I am doing? What would they think? What if…? The number calling seemed unfamiliar. I answered anyway.

“Uh, hello?”

“Oh, good. Hello Matthew”

“Ah. Susan. Hello.” It’s Susan…!

“Are you busy?”

“Ah, yes. Actually I found all the boxes you wanted and I’m just about done bringing them in.”

“Very good! Gold star for you, My superhero!”

“Ah!…ow…” Sometimes I wish her praise didn’t affect me so much. Like when I’m wearing this…thing…on me…

“Oh, are you okay?”

“Uh, I’m fine…I’m okay…” You know I think Susan knows full well what would happen to me wearing this CB-3000…

“Listen, Matthew. I’ll be home soon. And I was thinking about lunch…”

“Well, I could…I’m sure I could make something….”

“Oh, really? That would be very good of you, Matthew. Very thoughtful.”

“It would be my…I’d be glad to.”

“I’ll certainly be looking forward to it. See you soon…”

“I’ll be here…” As If I’d be going anywhere? Like this?

Now, what to make for lunch? I’m a pretty good cook, if I DO say so myself, but…given the situation…MY situation, I think I should choose something simple. Like soup. That’s pretty easy. You just need to open a can. And of course heat it up. And cheese. On bread. In the toaster. I think I’ll call it a ‘grilled cheese sandwich’. I got to work. I was so busy being helpful that I didn’t even hear Susan arrive until she came through the door…”

“Hello, Matthew. Mmmm, something smells wonderful.”

“Oh, Susan. Thank you. It’s not much…”

“No, it looks great! I can’t wait to eat. It’s very nice to come home to find a nice meal waiting for me. Thank you, Matthew.”

“Oh, I …my pleasure…” I wish it was my pleasure, but right now my pleasure is…a little cramped…

“So, shall we eat here in the kitchen, or would you like to eat in the living room again?”

“I think…I’d like…the living room…”

“Hmmm, okay. You can put our lunch on that tray and bring it in, I’ll find something for us to drink.”

I brought the soup and sandwiches on a tray into the living room and put it on the table which was now next to Susan’s chair. I found the cushions I had sat on before and arranged them for me to sit on. So I could sit at Susan’s feet. Because that is where I choose to sit. Susan came in with some iced tea and sat down in her chair. I took my place on the cushions below her. She lifted her feet up and offered them to me. No words were necessary. I removed her shoes and placed them to the side. Susan lowered her stocking feet and rested them on my leg. I was once again serving as Susan’s footrest. It felt…right. She handed me a plate and we enjoyed our lunch…

“Mmmm. Delicious, Matthew.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s so nice to be able to sit here like this, have a meal and just relax and enjoy ourselves…”

“Yes…” Actually, while it was great to be sitting here with Susan like this, I wasn’t what you would call relaxed. Susan sank back in her chair and I could feel the tension drain out of her. And I could feel her silky stocking feet resting on my leg. So close. So close to the part of me that was certainly not relaxed, but was in fact, cramped and a bit uncomfortable. And it was taking what little willpower I had left not to look, not to stare at them…her stocking feet…my weakness…!

“So, Matthew, I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding all the boxes…”

“No…not really…” Yes, I actually lied to Susan.

“The movers just piled them haphazardly. And I wanted them arranged so all the numbers were together.”

“Well, actually I…l figured that. So when I was finding all the ‘number nine’ boxes I arranged all the other boxes so their numbers were all together too. I thought that it would make things easier…for us later…”

“Really, Matthew?” Susan smiled. “That’s wonderful. That was very thoughtful of you. Thinking of your fellow helpers like that…”

“Well, yes, I…” I guess I was. Not so selfish after all…

“Good for you, Matthew. This was a positive ‘learning experience’ for you as I had hoped. I think you deserve a reward. I’d like to give you one, if you’ll accept it…”

“I…well, yes. Absolutely!” A reward, from Susan. Finally! How could I choose to refuse it?

“But, there is still the matter of your punishment. You remember, from this morning. I believe you asked for a further punishment for your behavior yesterday. Didn’t you?”

“Um…” Did I? But that was so long ago…Surely Susan would let this pass…? “Well, I guess I might have…”

“What WILL I do with you, My superhero…?”

Of course, I wanted to say, ‘anything you want’, but I said nothing as Susan sat there thinking… Finally she came to some sort of decision and stood up.

“Come…” Susan held out her hand to me. I took it and rose. Susan then led me by the hand over to the sofa and we sat down together. It felt unfamiliar yet nice sitting there with her holding hands, it was as if we were actually a couple. It struck me then that in the time we had known each other and with all that has happened, we had yet to be really intimate. Of course Susan has seen all there is of me to see, and had learned many of my secrets and my weakness. Yet there was one line we hadn’t crossed… Suddenly images popped into my head of Susan and I, in each others arms, making out like teenagers with our hands roaming and groping each other. It was powerful, primal and exciting. Perhaps a little too exciting…!

“OW!…” Damn. This thing…

“Oops! Just think of it as a little reminder. So that you’ll remember what’s important…”

“Believe me. I do. I was…I was thinking about you…” I could feel Susan’s eyes on me, studying my face, looking for…looking for something…

“I’m glad you agreed to wear that CB-3000 for me today, Matthew. I really think it was good for you. And I really appreciate it.”

“I…It was…” Well I can’t really say it was ‘my pleasure’, can I?

“And I see you didn’t wipe my lipstick off your cheek…”

“I, uh…” How could I? After she marked me like that? I can still feel it…

“Let me give you another one. As your reward…” Susan pulled me closer. She was going to kiss me again. Her lips would be on me, maybe even on my lips…maybe even we would…

Susan left her mark on my other cheek. The hot sweetness of her kiss spread all over my body. I didn’t need a mirror to know that this lipstick mark would be as visible as the first…

“I…ah, ow…”

“My poor superhero…”

“It’s…okay, I’ll manage…”

“But I hate to see you suffer. Hmm. Suffer. ‘S’ ”

“Yeah.” Great. One of those ‘S’ words. But I can stand it for Susan. I can. If I choose to. Because I know what’s important. But…of course if Susan was truly concerned about my ’suffering’ she could easily end it if she chose to. And grant me pleasure. If she chose to. But..but that’s HER choice. For me, what’s important is making her happy. Even if…even if I have to suffer somewhat. Because my service to her comes before my pleasure. No, it IS my pleasure. That’s right. Isn’t it? Yes. I believe it is. That’s…that’s why I am…why I agreed to wear the CB-3000 locked on my penis. To remind me what is important. Service. ‘S’ Being Susan’s superhero…

“…Just one more task for today, Matthew…”

“Oh, yes…”

“I just need you to bring in the things from my car. Bring them in and put them on my desk. Meanwhile, I’ll take care of our lunch dishes.”

“But I can…”

“I know.”

And I knew better than to press the issue. I went out to Susan’s car. She had a new computer. With a new monitor, printer and all the accessories. I brought them in to her new office-slash-library room and put them on the desk.

“Would you…I’d be happy to set it up for you…”

“Very kind of you, Matthew. But I’ll take care of it. Besides, it’s about time you got going…”

“Ah…yes…” Again I knew better than to press the issue. Even though leaving Susan was not something I wanted to do. I still have some helpfulness left in me. I still… But, it’s not about me, is it…?

“Here.” Susan gave me a small velvet pouch. “Hold out your hand…” Susan then placed a tiny key in my palm. ‘My’ key…? “Go get yourself changed.”

So I did. I went down to the guest bedroom. And I changed. Back into just Matthew. It felt sad. Unlocking myself. Peeling of my unitard, my uniform. Even taking off the CB-3000. Why was it sad? How could I feel uncomfortable in my own clothes? What’s happening to me? What is important? I hung my unitard back in the closet and put the padlocks and the CB-3000 in its velvet pouch on top of the dresser. I miss them already.

Susan was already done unpacking her new computer. No doubt she will have it up and online very soon. “My company gives all us department heads computers to use at home. It’s the very latest. The young man from our IT department was quite helpful…”

“Very nice…” Yes, I’m sure he was. And I’m jealous. But…

“I can even do video conferencing at home with the built-in webcam.”

“Good…”

“Do you have a webcam, Matthew?”

“No. Ah, I don’t.”

“Well, the nice young man was thoughtful enough to give me some extra ones. Just in case…”

“Wow. Excellent….” I’m not surprised, am I? Susan does inspire us to be helpful. (Though I still wish I was the only one. But I’m trying…)

“And I’ll be able to check up on you when you’re at home. Maybe have a chat as well.”

“I…that would be nice…” It would, wouldn’t it? Having Susan checking up on me at home…

Susan walked me out to my car. I got in, put my new webcam on the passenger seat and rolled down the window.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me today, Matthew. I really appreciate all your help.”

“Thank you.”

Susan then leaned in and gave me another kiss on my cheek.

“When you get home…you’ll set up your new webcam. Okay?”

“Oh, ah, of course.”

“And don’t forget to wash your face!” That brought a giggle from Susan, and from me as well. Then she turned serious.

“And as for this…” The now familiar feeling of her hand on me. “I’ll let you know…”

I drove home very carefully.

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Later that evening the telephone rang.

“Hello-”

“Hello, Matthew.”

“Susan. Hello.”

“Are you busy?”

“Not at all…”

“Good. I was hoping to try out the webcams. Sort of a test run.”

“Sure, let my just sign in…”

“Very good. See you soon!”

I got online and signed in. Soon I was connected and was looking at a picture of a familiar room. Suddenly the view shifted and turned and I was looking at Susan. I felt a warm tingly feeling just seeing her. Even though it had only been a few hours…

“Hello, Matthew. Can you see me okay?”

“Yes. Fine. You look…you look great!”

“Thank you. I can see you too.”

“Good…”

“Now let’s try…” The view shifted again. And suddenly I was looking at a foot. Then another. Silky stocking feet with sexy toenail polish. Susans feet! “How’s this? is it coming in clear?”

“Oh, goog. urgle.”

“What’s that?

“Oh, it’s fine…”

“Good I’m glad. I know how much you like to see them… And I noticed how you avoided looking at my feet during lunch. I thought you might enjoy seeing them now…”

“I…oh…yeah…”

“Now let’s check the resolution on your end. Stand up and take off your clothes.”

“Oh…I…”

“Now, please…”

“My. You ARE excited to see my stocking feet. Thank you, Matthew.”

“I…uh…”

“Now take your clothes and spread them out on the floor in front of you.”

“Okay…”

“And now I want you to kneel. Get on your knees. And tilt your webcam so I can see you…”

“I…okay…” What is Susan planning?…Is she…?

“Now look at my sexy stocking feet. See my toes wiggle. You like that don’t you?”

“Agg…!”

“Yes you do. You can’t resist. You don’t want to….”

“Ogg…!”

“Imagine my feet on you. Stroking you. Sliding all over. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Gah…!”

“Go ahead, Matthew. I give you my permission. Look at my feet and stroke…!”

“Ah gggg…”

If I had been capable of rational thought at that moment I would have been humiliated. Or at least I should have been. Right? But I was too far gone. I AM too far gone. Because there is only one thing that is important. And that is…

“Very good, Matthew…that’s it…now do it…do it for me… For me…!”

………….

When I regained my senses, I could hear Susan laughing. At me? Or, with me? Does it matter?

“Thank you, Matthew. That was quite a show. I really enjoyed it.”

“Oh. Ah….I’m not really sure what just happened. But I think I enjoyed it too.”

“Oh, you did.”

“Yes…”

“Now just one last thing…”

“Oh…?”

“You need to do some laundry…”

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A tribute to Lady Julia

(continued from part one)

Tim Sharpe stood outside the apartment door and knocked hesitantly. He glanced around self consciously, hoping that he would not be seen by any of the other tenants entering their own apartments. Well dressed in a dark business suit, tall and well built, he exuded confidence. Like any executive, he had a sense of self that seemed to fill up the space around him, so the casual observer would have wondered at the timid knock. He hesitated, chewing slightly on his lower lip, and knocked harder. The plush carpets seemed to soak up the sound of the knock, but he was rewarded when the door opened partially to let him in.

His trepidation was not without cause. Tim’s drive into the management ranks seemed unstoppable only a day ago. But now it all seemed to be crashing down on him. He broke into a cold sweat every time he thought back to the meeting that he had been called into with the Human Resources Vice president, Cheryl Stern yesterday. The meeting had been held in her office and at her instigation. The tone was very somber – charges of harassment had been leveled at Tim by two of his female subordinates. Tim was well known to be a misogynist. He frequently put down his female staff, and was barely civil to them, so he was not really surprised that one of them had complained. It was the seriousness with which it was being treated that shocked him !

He was stunned by the option that Cheryl Stern laid out for him: he could either fight the charges in a tribunal, or he could take a course of sensitivity training, at his own expense, with a therapist called Shallara. Tim had snorted, and blustered, but realized that he had no option.

He now stepped through the door into Shallara’s apartment, just a bit puzzled that this meeting was taking place in an apartment rather than in consulting rooms. As the door opened wider, and as he took in the scene, he wondered at the setup. He walked through the entrance lobby into a luxuriously furnished sitting room. The walls were a rich creamy color, and the cream carpets felt soft underfoot. A fire burned in the hearth, casting dancing red patterns on the wall. Crystal light fittings glittered on the walls, and cream colored, silky curtains looped across the window. One end of the room was taken up by a custom-fitted oak bookshelf with cupboards at one end. His eyes took in and widened as he spied the leather covered trestle resting at the one end of the bookshelf, underneath which a small wooden case sat. A large cage, perhaps three foot square stood in the other corner, but he couldn’t figure out what on earth it could be for.

And as heavy an impact as the opulent room made on him, it was the lady that had opened the door that quickly made his heart pound. He felt dry mouthed and suddenly large and clumsy, as she reached out to shake his hand. Short blonde spiky crowned a lithe, but short, body. Her fire-engine red lipstick stood out against a fair, flawless complexion. He seemed to be drawn into her eyes, as reached out to take her extended hand. A simple gold chain snaked around her wrist. His eyes took in her cream business suit, the cleavage, and strayed down to her feet. Red toenails peeked out from the strappy silver sandals.

As a slightly amused smile played on her lips, he struggled to regain his equilibrium. A jolt of testosterone seemed to hit him as he recovered, and a thought flashed through his mind that this couldn’t be all bad. A grin crossed his face. In a flash he had mentally undressed her, and he decided that this would be his next conquest. Silently he made a bet with himself that within two weeks, he would have his way with her in bed.

Tim found himself being taken by the hand and led across to the couch. He sat stiffly as she walked across to a cabinet and took a crystal glass, into which she dropped a couple of pieces of shaved ice. Her hands mesmerized him as she picked up a decanter and poured a tot over the ice. Barely a word had been spoken and he felt his hands becoming clammy and edgy.

But the mood changed very quickly as Shallara moved back and sat on the couch beside him. She handed over the glass and he savored the aromatic smell that drifted up. Tim fancied himself as a Scotch connoisseur, and as the first drops of the golden liquid touched his tongue, he recognized the unmistakable taste of a Laphroaig pure malt. And as the warmth of the fire reached him, a sense of comfort suddenly seemed to overcome him. In just a few moments he found himself easily chatting to this enigmatic lady that perched on the edge of the couch next to him.

As they talked, he found that it was her that seemed to be leading the conversation. The warmth of the fire in the hearth, the gentle fuzziness in his head brought on by the alcohol and her rhythmic tones, seemed to be taking him down somewhere he had never been before. A feeling of well-being and relaxation seemed to overcome Tim, and the physical closeness of this stunning therapist seemed to feel so right. A self satisfied smile played on his mind as he mentally scored this conquest. He had barely had to exert himself in charming her, and here she was, all but sitting on his lap !

Her sultry voice whispered into his ear. It seemed to be speaking to his very inner soul. It was even more intoxicating than the malt that had helped put him into this state. He felt her take the tumbler from his relaxed fingers, and moments later he felt her fiddling gently with his little finger. So intimate and it all felt so right. And as she reached across and lightly lifted his left hand, he could smell her seductive scent that seemed to drift off her neck. Her voice whispered on and on, seeming to say the same things over and over again. But he didn’t want it to stop. His whole consciousness seemed to open up and absorb her every message.

All too soon, it seemed to be over. As Shallara brought him out of his reverie, she saw Tim look down at his hands. A puzzled look came over his face as he looked at the two silver rings, one on each of his pinkies. He looked across to her for an explanation; she gave him a wicked grin. “You can’t take them off, you know? The one on your right will be with you for the rest of your life. Deep, deep down in your subconscious, it is now linked to an imaginary band that circles your balls. If EVER you speak down to a lady again, you will come to regret it”.

The feeling that he had experience just moments before vanished. A fire flamed in his eyes. “You bitch, you…”. Tim found himself doubled over in pain as the ring he could never see tightened around his scrotum. He looked up, confused and scared. “Are you OK Tim ? Apologize. Tim, and it will all be ok” he heard her say through the mist of pain. She sound so concerned, so compassionate. A few minutes later, after an apology that had seemed to stick in his throat, Tim found himself wondering how she could be so compassionate, yet so dispassionate at the same time. As he was guided to the door, he felt surprised at how quickly the pain and discomfort had dissipated as soon as the apology was made.

Emboldened, and remembering the bet he had made with himself, he turned to Shallara. Staring deep into his eyes, he thrust off the humiliation of the previous moments, and drew on seemingly endless reserves of self confidence. “When can I see you again? Perhaps a candle lit dinner this evening? I know this really romantic restaurant”. Shallara’s laugh seemed to chill him to the bone. “Tim, you won’t be seeing me again! You wouldn’t be of any use to me anyway!” She watched as he flushed. “You have seen what the ring on your right hand does. I forgot to explain the ring on your left. It’s like the opposite of a wedding band. I call it a chastity band. For as long as you are wearing it, you will not be able to have an erection. And remember, like the ring on your right hand – you are unable to remove them.”

The blood drained from his face. In a stuttering voice, he started to beg and plead for her to take it off. Shallara’s grin grew even wider. “There is one way to get it taken off – on a temporary basis, Tim. But you will always have to go and get it put back on. You can’t survive for more than a day without it Tim, without that dreadful pain you felt earlier returning. Remember that pain Tim ?….that one when you were rude to me ? The only person who can remove it for you, for that short sexual relief that you will soon come to need Tim, to dream about, to crave Tim, is….”

Shallara gave a dramatic pause as she let the information sink in’ “Who is it? You?”, he asked. He felt winded, as if he had just finished a marathon. His world had seemed to have collapsed around him. “It’s worse than that Tim, It’s not me”. She felt the heat flooding up between her thighs as she relished the moment of dominance. Most of her sessions had one of the magic moments, when it all came together, when she had her subject humbled and humiliated in a delightful way. It created a rush of sexual excitement that made her want to escape to some privacy and relive the moment while she pleasured herself physically.

“It’s Cheryl Stern, Tim, your HR VP. She is an old friend of mine, so I am sure she will give me updates on how you are doing with your female colleagues….and of course, an update on how often you request your chastity ring to be removed will always be fun to get ! We have an arrangement that whenever you ask, she will let me know. You won’t even be able to play with yourself Tom, without me knowing it !” She watched him close the door behind him, and pad down the corridor to face the reality that lay before him. It worse than the tribunal he had been offered – it was the reality of a female controlled life. And one in which his every orgasm would be monitored and reported. With a hold over him like that, life would never be the same – at office or at home.

Walking across to her bureau, Shallara sat down and rhythmically squeezed her thighs a few times, relishing the warm feelings and dampness. She flicked through the rest of the appointments she had booked for the week. Like Tim’s had been, the entries were simple: A symptom and a recommended therapy. The cases looked typical: from chauvinism to cheating, from bitchiness to pornography addiction. And in each case Shallara knew that the consultation would leave her feeling empowered and just a little …. aroused.

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Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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The sweat rolled off George’s forehead and soaked his hands from the 98 degree heat of the day. He wiped his forehead and then his hand on his golf shirt as he got set for the last drive of the day of the golf tournament. The swing was full and strong as the club face made contact with the little white dimpled ball that sat on the tee. The contact was so explosive the whole team knew the drive was long and hard as the sweet sounding spwiiiing emanated from the club. George held the club up at the top of the follow through watching the ball careen toward the fairway. The ball landed just shy of the 150 yard marker and rolled another 12 yards after. The team was lying in a great position. Everyone on the team gave him a fist bump as that would be the drive they used to finish the round in first place, so long as they could make the green in two and putt for a birdie.

George thought about that final drive as he walked to his little red sports car waiting for him in the parking lot. The team didn’t take first place, the team got to the green in two but the best shot was 15 feet from the cup and down hill. All of their mulligan’s had been used to keep them even with the second place team. He came the closest to the hole with his putt, but it rolled around the cup and out. All in all it was a great afternoon, exhilarating even but just not as satisfactory as if the team had won first place.

Staying late to boast and rehash every shot and missed opportunity was not in the cards for George tonight. He had to get home and spend time with the love of his life. It was an hour ride from the course to the house and he needed to be home in 45 minutes. George took the chances he knew he could to take to push his powerful little car as fast as he dared without getting caught. His timing was perfect on the most heavily monitored road, George had just passed a young guy in an old model car and the guy decided to speed up to pass George. Knowing this section of the highway very well, he let the youngster pass him by and sure enough just around the bend a traffic cop was waiting.

He pulled onto the street where he lived and looked to see if his wife’s car was already in the drive. Lucky for him or so he thought she was not yet home. He pulled his car into the side drive and left his clubs and gear in the back. He walked across the drive found his house key on his keychain and opened the front door. As usual on Friday nights the house quiet, he yelled out “Is anyone home”? There was no answer.

He emptied his pockets and stripped off his sweaty clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and clean the days golf round down the drain. As he lathered up the soap to wash his hair, he heard the bathroom door open. “Tiffany, is that you Princess?” Tiffany is George’s wife, a woman with Oriental ancestry from southern California, with a knockout body, long black hair and a face so beautiful and exotic she could have launched a thousand ships. At least that is how he saw his Princess. The first woman he ever truly loved and the only woman he would do anything in the world for. “Yes George, who else would it be on Friday night? Hurry up in there I don’t want you taking another 20 minute shower.” “Yes Princess.” George replied in a matter of fact tone. He quickly lathered up his body and rinsed off. Grabbing one of the big red fluffy towels that were on the towel rack, he dried off then wrapped the towel around his 36 inch waist and walked the short distance to the bed room.

Tiffany was in the room and standing by her dresser looking in the mirror brushing her shiny black hair over her shoulder. She glanced at him through the mirror and a slight smile whisked across her face.

“Drop the towel boy!” his Princess demanded. “Then I want you over here and give me a kiss.” George did as he was told, always ready to obey the woman that he admired most. As the towel dropped to the floor Tiffany turned around facing him with hands on her hips. He was wearing the chastity cage that she had placed on the vanity in the bathroom. He had pledged to her three nights ago that he would wear the cock control device when she desired for her to control his physical pleasure and needs. To Tiffany it was the ultimate in surrender, to George it was a gift to his Princess, the last part of him that could be freely given. She had stood strong that night, having the desire to lock him up right away and to feel the power and the control over his manhood, with her being the only one allowed to access his cock. That was what made her wet now, seeing that not even George had the power to throw her on the bed and make hard passionate love to her. That was unless she unlocked the cage and demanded it.

George stepped over to her, grabbing her slender waist with his left hand and the back of her head with his right, and gave her a deep and soul full kiss. Each of them probed the other with their tongues, eyes closed as she reached down to his cock secured in hard plastic. She continued to kiss him knowing that deep passionate tongue swapping made him hard and ready in a few minutes. What would have normally stopped them from kissing was George’s boner sticking hard and straight in the air, but this time it didn’t. Instead Tiffany stepped back and looked down at his hard plastic cock and giggled as she put her left hand over her mouth. “My you are excited early tonight my pet. I don’t even have my clothes off.” He looked down at his encased dick.“ Oh, sorry my pet that is your cock cage, not your cock being hard. Tiffany turned back to the mirror and started brushing her hair again. “George, why don’t you go get us some drinks ready and meet me in the living room. Oh and George, just your silk shorts tonight. I think tonight will be a night for some fun.” He put on the shorts that were lying on the bed and went to the kitchen to make the two of them drinks.

He waited for about 30 minutes before his Princess finally came out of the living room. George reached for the remote to the television and turned it off and then hit the power for the stereo and the soft music started playing in the background to help set the mood. Tiffany was dressed in a black see through teddie with matching panties and no bra, George’s favorite outfit on his wife. He bought it for her two years ago and only saw her wear the outfit on special evenings.

She sat down next to him on the rug as the two leaned against the couch. She accept the short drink he handed her and then placed it on the floor. The next move was what George was waiting for. “Well pet, are you going to ask for permission to kiss my tits?” She asked as she shifted the strap that held the teddie in place revealing a well rounded breast with a pert nipple. “Princess may I please kiss your breasts?” he asked, moving himself to a position where he could better reach her beautiful breast and kneeling in front of her. “Yes my pet, you may kiss them… let me see though. I think 10 times each will do.” George did not hesitate he bent into Tiffany’s breast on the left side and wrapped his lips around her nipple and flicked the tip of it with his tongue lingering on the nipple for just a brief second or two. “One Princess.” George said and he continued to worship her breasts as she held his head to her chest each time he kissed her and softly whispered to him, “Good boy, you like this don’t you? Is your cock getting hard in that cage? Does my pet want me to take it off?” as she reached down and grabbed hold of Georges balls sandwiched between the cock cage and the security ring and squeezing lightly. When she asked the question he quickly replied “Yes Princess, I like this. If it pleases you to remove the chastity cage then it pleases me” and he went back to the task at hand of worshipping her breasts. She squeezed and massaged the other breast pinching her nipple as she became more aroused. He was having a difficult time in his groin but could not reach to adjust the cage as she made sure his hands did not stray away from her breasts.

As he counted 10 on the second breast and leaned back on his heels, he asked her in a quiet and respectful manner…”Princess, may I kiss your pussy, please?” She hesitated in her response, watching him make a move toward her womanhood and then hesitate himself as she had not given permission. She smiled. “Yes, you may worship my pussy.”"How many times may I kiss your pussy Princess?” She thought for a few seconds, and while thinking her right hand reached for his left nipple and began massaging the nipple and then pinching it watching him wince in pain. “You may kiss my pussy 10 times.”"Yes Princess.” he replied. George moved to a better position to be able to kiss his wife’s pussy. As he moved she placed her hand on his back and glided it down toward his ass, and squeezed his cheek. “This seems to be getting a little soft there boy. Perhaps you need to start working out more.”"Yes Princess, I will work out more starting tomorrow Princess.” he replied as he moved his wife’s panties away from her now moist pussy and he gently placed his mouth just above her clit and moved his tongue eagerly over her sex. Tiffany’s hand moved to his head and kept his mouth on her pussy for a few seconds and then she let go. He lifted his head slightly and stated in a calm whisper; “One Princess”. He could feel the tension growing in his groin and his cock trying to get hard in the cage that imprisoned his manhood. As he reached ten, she held him down toward her pussy and she slid her panties off her legs and tossed them to the side. “Make me cum my pet. I want to be rocking my hips in your mouth and have you sucking my pussy juice as I squeeze your balls and bite your nipples.” “Yes Princess as you command.” He eagerly took his wife’s pussy against his mouth and his tongue darted quickly toward her clit. Tiffany could barely stand the power that George was feeding into her, he was sucking her pussy and licking her clit like he had never done before. Shortly her hips her bucking in the air and she grabbed his head and kept it there while he struggled to breathe and keep his tongue going at the same time. As he continued to satisfy his wife his own desire for sexual release subsided, he knew that what was more important than anything else right now was her pleasure.

She stopped him before she pumped all her juices into his mouth and she said while panting heavy; “Ohhhh, I want a hard cock in my pussy right now. Oh goodness George what have you done to me, I’m so hot right now. I need to have a hard dick in me right now. Roll over on your back my pet.” He rolled over on his back and she straddled him with her warm pussy sitting on his caged cock. She grabbed hold of the plastic and tried to stick the head of the plastic encased cock inside her wet pussy. He was getting hard inside the cock cage and was trying to thrust his hips and cock into his wife. She looked down at him with a disappointed expression saying; “Well this isn’t going to work, is it?” He started to say something but she reached down and put a hand over his mouth. “No. My pet is not allowed to speak right now. I need to figure out how I’m going to get off with my cock all locked up.”

She looked down at him and then started playing with his nipples, and running her hands down his chest. When she got to the cock cage, her right hand pulled up on the cage and she noticed his cock was leaking pre cum. “Wow, you are excited aren’t you.” She reached under the couch and pulled out a vibrator that she had placed there earlier in the day. “Since your cock can’t satisfy me then my friend here will have to. As a matter of fact, why don’t you do the honors George?” He was looking at the key on the gold chain around his wife’s neck and was hoping she would unlock him, but he dared not say anything since he gave her control of his manhood. The only thing he could do was to satisfy his wife with the vibrator. “Yes Princess, I will please you anyway you desire.”

He used the vibrator on her sliding the toy in and out of her pussy and occasionally pulling it out as she commanded so that he could lick her juices off the hard solid vibrator. She played with her breasts pinching her nipples and massaging them, making him kiss them and flick his tongue over them on occasion. He was as excited as he has ever been, and getting more and more frustrated at the desire to even just touch his cock and stroke it while she was thrusting her hips again in pleasure. “My goodness, George, I’m going to cum…, oh no here it comes… oh goodness, get your mouth down here now and lick me hard!” He did as he was commanded and as he set his tongue to her pussy and licked her clit, her orgasm was so intense she squeezed her legs together so tight it was all he could do to breath. He was tasting his wife’s cum in ecstasy and pleasure. She sat up after a few minutes of lying peacefully on the bed and started stroking the head of the hard plastic cock that encased his cock. “Good night my pet, sleep well.”

George didn’t get to sleep until around 3:00 am, thinking about the events of the evening and if this is what he really wanted. Here he was filled with excitement and his own cum boiling inside and there was no release. He thought about reaching across his wife and taking the key from around her neck and jerking to relief but he knew that would be taking back his gift, and that would strain the relationship. Finally just from exhaustion of the long day and the great sexual experience he had given Tiffany he faded into sleep. Frustrated, horny and yet satisfied that he has now provided his Princess the ultimate gift.

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