Chapter Seven (see previous chapter)

He stood waiting at his front door with almost two weeks worth of torment on his mind. It was Friday, and she had told him she would be there between 7:00 and 8:00, and expected him to be standing there ready to open the door immediately after her knock. This, along with his obedient behavior, cheerfully and promptly given would be the only chance he had at an orgasm. The only other mention had been to be prepared for dinner and a movie.

His mind wandered back to their nightly phone “conversations”.  When he had called back as instructed that first time, naked, kneeling on the towel, speaker-phone on, and lube ready, she had shocked him by being in the middle of pleasuring herself with a vibrator. In fact she made sure for him to hear the muffled buzzing while instructing him to get erect [not difficult] and stroke very slowly. After a satisfying series of moans signifying her climax, she stopped his pleasure, but had kept him on the phone to talk about her day. They exchanged the usual couple’s information and even talked a little about politics. He was still half-hard when she sweetly bid him good night and to make sure his “items” were ready to call again at 10:00 the next evening.

And so it had gone each night, never quite the same way. Sometimes she would like to talk first before teasing him, sometimes right away, a few nights not at all. Mostly in front of the couch, but she’d picked other areas of his house for him to be as well.

Sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, kneeling at the foot of his bed, laying back on the bench of his Soloflex machine in the basement. Twice having him take a more active role by describing how he would eat her pussy to a fantastic orgasm. Always making him announce to her when he was close, always stopping him before completion. Always they would talk for a awhile, music, current events, childhood memories, politics, sports, his writing, her case and career, funny stories, ideas and positions she had for training him. He felt as though he were getting to know her a little more each day, just in a very physically frustrating way.

Very frustrating! Especially when she would relate past sexual experiences. One night he had tears in his eyes, laughing so hard as she explained her first attempted blow-job of a high school boyfriend. The poor kid had gone off prematurely as she took hold of his cock and was bringing her mouth forward, a good bit of his load flying up into one of her nostrils. It took James a bit to control his breathing, which almost ceased completely as she mentioned how good she eventually became at oral sex, seeming to be one of those girls who was able to control her gag reflex easily, and deep throat even well sized cocks. She had his rapt attention as she described how as a very special treat for good behavior she might tie him down and demonstrate her technique. She was a master of teasing description and her voice seemed to envelop and seduce, taking him where ever she cared to lead.

Last night might have been the worst. She’d taken great delight in setting a scenario for the near future where he would be on his knees behind her while she was kneeling on the comfortable couch. He’d be restrained, and straining to lean forward, inching himself between her spread thighs while she encouraged him to get his tongue busy with showing her just how much he admired her ass. He nearly gone over the edge as she let him know how she was fingering her wet pussy just the way she would that night, with the added pleasure of his tongue, which she intended to make very adept at satisfying her needs. It sounded to him like a very nice orgasm, while he just knelt with his eyes closed dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the towel, which would need to be washed yet again.

Of course these last two weeks hadn’t been all tease, unless of course you considered being sent for a doctor’s physical fun and games. Last Wednesday morning Mrs. Burns had called to inform him of an appointment Brianna had set up for him with her family doctor. She would change the time of the appointment if necessary, but it was mandatory for this week. When he asked why Mrs. Burns had replied, “Well I’m sure it’s because Miss Shea is concerned with your well being dear.” He had no family physician of his own and it had been awhile since seeing a doctor. He went through the very through and professional process, performed by a cutely Rubenesque female physician. He’d filled out all the forms including consent for blood work to be tested for STD’s. The doctor had been sure to explain to him he would be getting the results within a week, and that his visit had already been paid for. When he questioned Brianna about this later in the evening she had been pleased at his acceptance and then let him know that she herself had an appointment tomorrow, for the same STD testing so each would know the other was healthy. “James, I’ll always be very upfront with you, and during your training period you and I will promise not to have any sexual contact except with each other,” she had said. And just how long would this training period last James wondered to her. “Six months sounds about right. Why, are you changing your mind about me already James?”

He had assured her he wasn’t, and thanked her for being solicitous of his health. “James, I am concerned with your health, both physical and mental, and again if this gets to be too much for you and you don’t want to deal with me anymore just say so.  Say Bri, I think I done with this, Ok?” He confirmed that he would.

He was startled back into the now by two sharp knocks at his door. He reacted quickly to find Brianna smiling at him holding a pizza box with a DVD on top. “Hi James,” she whisked in, handing him the pizza, and plucking the movie from on top, stopping just long enough to pull him in for a quick kiss. “I felt like staying in tonight,” then giving his ass a light tap, “Go put the pizza in the kitchen, get some plates out and I’ll be right in,” as she headed to put the movie near the entertainment center in the living room. He’d barely had time to comply when she walked into the kitchen and into his arms for a deep kiss and tight embrace. She smelled wonderful and looked great in her business skirt and heels.

Stepping back [and stirring in the groin ] James said, “Hi Miss Brianna, you look fantastic.”

“James, that’s very sweet of you to say,” twirling once to give him the full view, then with a twinkle in her eye asked, “Do you think that compliments will soften me up enough to let you come?”

“I don’t know but I’m hoping, Miss Brianna.”

“Well,” she got close to tickle his ear with her breath, “it won’t hurt your chances,” laughing as she looked into his eyes.

“You seem in a very good mood Miss Brianna.”

“I am James, it was a very good day for our team in court today. And before I forget, to keep me in this good mood, I need you to go out to my car”, handing him the keys, “and get the bag in the back seat, it has some things I’ll need tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Morning?” he asked with a quizzical grin.

“Yes, morning. Any problems with that James?”

“None at all,” trying to keep the excitement out of his voice

“Good, go get the bag and take it up to your room. And even though your dressed so nicely [he put on a pair of khaki's and a button downed shirt ], since we’ll be staying in I prefer you to be naked. Also there are a pair of wrist cuffs in the bag, bring them down with you and put them on the couch. Quickly now James, before the pizza gets cold.”

James hurried to the car and back up to his bedroom. He decided to undress,leaving his clothes on top of a bureau in the walk in closet, before opening her bag which he left on a comfortable chair he used for reading over near the window. Pulling back the zipper he noted a hair dryer, make-up case, jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers, one of the thongs he had handwashed[had it already been 3 weeks ago?], the cuffs, a leash of some sort, and black riding crop which made him decidedly nervous. Trying not to think too much, he picked up the cuffs and headed for the kitchen table.

He dropped the cuffs on the couch and noticed Brianna sitting at the table with a plate in front of her and the pizza box opened. Still a bit embarrassed with her being fully clothed and him naked (aroused enough to be thickening slightly), he stopped short when he notice the other plate on the floor next to her.

“James, please pour me a soda, and get whatever you’d like to drink.”

He grabbed a couple of glasses, pouring a water for himself and returned to the table placing the glass in front of her and then standing, unsure of what to do with his own. She smiled cheerfully and told him to put the glass next to his plate and sit on the floor. His hesitation was enough to cause a slight frown from Brianna, spurring him into motion. He wasn’t sure how to react when she bent down to put a slice on his plate and began eating her own.

“Eat up James, so we can go in and watch the movie.”

He quickly found out eating pizza, crosslegged with your naked ass on the cold floor was not the easiest or most comfortable position in the world. James bent forward trying to keep food over his plate as she talked about her day in court and how proud she was of the two associates working the case with her. Tracy, a young second year with the firm had been particularly alert and helpful. She saw good things for the girl’s future. Brianna was also keeping an eye on James’ discomfort and halfway through his slice asked, “James, are you uncomfortable down there.”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Well then why don’t we have you kneel. Good, now sitting back on your heels, legs slightly parted, a little wider now, oh that’s just right.” Then she she asked him about his day and how things were going with the book while they continued on with the meal. While he was waiting to for her to finish her piece, she noticed how the tile floor was biting into his knees.

“Still uncomfortable.”

“Pretty uncomfortable, Miss Brianna”

“Well, let’s try raising up instead of sitting back on your feet. Oh, there, that’s better for me to be able to talk with you.”

He was looking at her almost at eye level, but the weight of his body directly over his knees caused more pressure and hence more pain.. “Miss Brianna, this isn’t much better.”

“This whole eating down on the ground thing doesn’t seem to be working out too well for you James,” giving him a meaningful look, “and truthfully I would much rather have you sitting at the table with me so we could both enjoy our meal.”

She took another bite and continued to stare at him, reaching to grab his chin when he went to look away. After slowly chewing and swallowing she continued, “Do you understand the different options I have at meal times James? See, punishment does’t always have to mean a spanking of some type, there are an infinite number of ways for me to correct your behavior. I mean can you imagine a week of eating dinners in exactly the positions we’re in now, a month if you’ve done something I’m particularly displeased with.?”

“I’m begining to get the picture, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh good,” she graced him with one of those radiating smiles as she bade him to sit up in a chair and continue eating. The pizza was good ( it was from a nearby shop he often ordered from, he wondered how she had know about it), and they relaxed into the normal rhythms of dinner at home.

When she was done, Brianna told James to clean up the table while she went upstairs to get changed. “Please wait for me in front of the couch in that first kneeling position I gave you.”

James finished policing the table and kitchen and went to get in position before she arrived back down stairs. Thank God the carpeting was well padded, he thought as he knelt, looking at the the cuffs with mixture of nerves and excitment. He listened to her moving around the bedroom, heard the toilet flush and the sink run, then after a few more minutes started wonder what the heck she was doing up there for so long.

Brianna took her time in his closet, finally selecting a plain blue oxford shirt to wear along with just the black thong that was her only other piece of clothing. While rolling up the sleeves she wondered again about the incredible shower stall in the bathroom, roomy with multiple shower heads. She wondered what it would cost to duplicate it in her own house? The material from the shirt was scratching wonderfully at her nipples already excited at the thought of the man waiting patiently for her downstairs. She opted to use only one button in the middle, smiled at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself, “Oh, you have know idea how much I’m going to enjoy you tonight boy.”

James gazed up from his position on the floor as he heard her descending the stairs, enthralled by the image of her and smiling when he realized it was one of his shirts draped on her. Her legs were terrific and he was just able to catch sight of the thong when she turned on the small landing.

Brianna looked him in the eye while crossing toward him, “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt James, it looked comfortable to lounge around in.”

“Not at all Miss Brianna, you make it look fantastic.”

“That’s so sweet James, and aren’t you just a silver-tongued devil,” she sat on the couch and reached forward to cup his cheeks and gently inched him closer to her between spread thighs. “MMM, and I’m so looking forward to training that tongue of yours so that by morning it’s changed all the way from silver to gold,” she toppled him forward slightly into a deep kiss, his hands settling on top of her thighs for balance. She plundered his mouth, sucking slightly on his bottom lip as her nails slowly raked from his shoulders to his chest. Her hands settled over his pecks and fingers began pinching his apparently sensitive nipples. With a sharp intake of breath he reached up to her forearms, but before he could push her away teeth clamped to his lip and he felt the slow shaking motion of her head. Her eyes never left him as she decreased the pressure at his chest without letting go, and she released his lip to chide him. “James, never try to stop me when I’m playing with your body.” “Understand,” with a sharper pinch to his left nipple to emphasize her point.

“I understand Miss Brianna,” he replied, willing his upper body to relax into her touch, making her smile and coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Her one hand kept up a subtle pressure at his chest while the other drifted down his belly. She turned her head to begin kissing his neck, working up to tease his ear, hand lightly encircling his rapidily expanding cock. She whispered into his ear, “Well, this part of you seems to approve of what I’m doing, doesn’t it James?”

“Yes, Miss Brianna,” caught up in his throat.

Her hand continued it’s downward path to gently heft his balls, causing a gasp of air from James. “My, my, my,…they feel so heavy and full,” as she pushed him back slightly so both hands could now tease his cock with just enough pressure to be maddening.

“Please..,” hissed out of his mouth, and then his heavy lidded eyes opened wide as she let go and sat back into the couch. Her eyes crinkled in delight as she announced, “Oh yes James, you will thoroughly please me a bit later, but why don’t we watch the movie for now.” A nod of her head indicated the remote, “Turn around and sit with your back to the couch. Scoot down just a little bit,” her long legs then draped themselves over his shoulders, her feet resting on the front of his hips,”There, that’s perfect for me…are you comfortable James?”

“Comfortable enough, considering part of me remains very tense.”

Brianna laughed and tapped lightly with a finger at his cheek, “Well you keep being a good boy and maybe I’ll massage that tension out of you. Now put the movie on.”

He used the remote to skip right to the feature presentation, hoping to get the movie over with, only to be told that she liked to watch the previews ( “I don’t get out to the movies very often James so I like to see what might be good.”). The feature turned out to be a Sandra Bullock romantic comedy that he barely managed to concentrate on as first one foot then the other would slide evilly along his cock distracting him. A quarter way in to the film Brianna decided she wanted a foot massage that eventually worked it’s way up her right calf. “James, you have marvelous hands, do the other foot and leg now.”

Twenty minutes into her second massage, “Oh, that feels heavenly,” as he kneaded the muscle at the top of her calf. Not knowing exactly what prompted him James turned his head to kiss her inner thigh. He detected the faintest smell of vanilla as she made a very satisfied little sound and slouched down lower on the couch to press her crotch right against the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and and twisting him back to her thigh just as he was turning back to the movie. His cock, which had reduced to three quarter mast while he concentrated on her muscles sprang back to attention. He continued to kiss with his lips and occasionally licking little circles with his tongue. For her part Brianna had been playing with the short fine hair the barber had recently buzzed at the back of his head, her fingers going against the grain and then smoothing the hair back down, her hips ever so softly beginning to grind against the counter pressure of his head. “James,” low and sweet, “turn off the movie, maybe we’ll catch the rest of it tomorrow, but right now your much more intresting. Stand up and face the TV with your hands resting at the top of your butt.”

James moved into position and felt her fingers trail along his right forearm, and then the cuff being attached to his wrist. He hadn’t paid too much attention to them when he had brought them downstairs only noting that they had been a shiny black material, moderately weighted with what seemed to be a thick black rubber tube between them. After she had both secured he felt her rise and fingers ride up the back of his arms to his shoulders. She leaned in to nuzzle the back of his neck and ask, “Are they comfortable, not to tight.”

“They feel fine, Miss Brianna”

“Good, good….James, I want you to try and reach around with your right hand and stroke your dick.”

He shifted his arms and even with good flexibility from stretching daily after working out and using maximum muscle force he was able to stretch the tubing just enough to to get his finger tips to his member and go up and down and three or four times before muscle fatigue set in. His hand dragged back behind him and she told him to do the same with the left, getting the same result but with only two stokes to his cock.

He stood with his head bowed, arm and shoulder muscles bulging slightly after the unexpected workout, feeling her shift in front of him. “That was very impressive James, I would have never guessed that you could even pull hard enough to reach it, and now I wonder if I loosen the band just a little how much fun it would be to watch you struggle to make youself come, first one arm till it gets tired, then the other.” She had that glint of mischief in her eye, the look he was finding to be oh so sexy even if it meant trouble coming his way.

“Do you like the cuffs? There kind of my own design, well, the rubber tubing in the middle was my idea, I had a friend make them up for me.”

“There very….restrictive, Miss Brianna.”

She gave a sharp laugh, “Apparently not as restrictive as I thought, but then you are a very strong beast, aren’t you,” as she moved in to kiss and then nip along his shoulder. Looking directly up at him now she continued, “You know in all our talks over the last couple of weeks I never asked…which hand do you use?”

“My left,” he answered, then blushed when he realized he’d never been asked or told anyone that before.

“UUhhh, so if you used your right it would kind of be like a new girlfriend,” she gigled.

Wryly amused, “I guess so, Miss Brianna.”

His amusement ended abruptly, eyes shot open and he raised immediately on his toes as her hand firmly grasped his ball sac, “Of course, you won’t dare use either of your “girlfriends” with out my express permission, isn’t that right James?” with just a hint of steel resolve in her voice.

He was just on the edge of pain and replied quickly, “Absolutely.”

She released her grip and slowly drew her index finger up along the underside of his cock which was still pleasantly hard, and then slowly used the finger to lightly keep circling the crown after lubricating it with his precum. “James, you forgot to address me properly just now,” said with a little grin, “I know you saw the crop in my bag earlier, remind me to give you one swipe to each thigh later tonight. Don’t forget or I’ll just increase the number.”

“Yes, Miss Brianna.”

“Good boy.”

A small moan stayed trapped in his chest as she gripped his cock, holding fast with no motion, “Now James, I’m going to the kitchen for a bottle of water, then back here to turn out the lights and head up to the bedroom,” she could feel his cock throb in her hand, “Oh, I see you like that idea.”

“Very much Miss Brianna.”

“While I’m doing those things your going to practice following me, behind and just to my left side. Be very careful to watch and if I signal,” patting her thigh and pointing down with her index finger, “you’ll immediately kneel close to me with your legs separated and positioned between my left foot, close enough to rest your cheek against the side of my thigh. Understand?”

“Yes Miss Brianna,” with a bit of uncertainty at this new development.

She turned and headed for the kitchen going only a few feet before stopping and signalling. James got into position, realizing that with his hands bound it was a bit harder to balance, more bumping her leg for support on the way down than he meant. She reached over to again play with the hair at the back of his neck in a lazy scratching motion, making him feel even more like a pet. “James, this is excellent posture right now, kneel back a little more on your calves,.. good. Now you need to show a little more grace on the way down, take your time, and present your cheek to my thigh like a lover’s kiss.” The shirt she was wearing crept down to just above her knees, and he used his cheek (burning in a bit of embarrassment) to move it softly against her skin.

“Mmmm, that very nice,” as she continued to toy with his hair, “When I want you to get up and follow me I’ll pinch your ear, like this,” a soft rubbing of her fingers at the back back of the ear, “and you’ll rise up with your back nice and straight, head up and eyes watching my legs.”

She signaled and waited a moment for him to rise then began forward again for 10 feet, before having him repeat the performance. “Much better James.”

“Thank you Miss Brianna.”

“Your welcome, and just so you know, when you’re in this position I don’t require you to speak, in fact unless you deem it very important don’t speak at all. You may acknowledge a compliment with a simple kiss to my leg. When I want you to talk I’ll grab your hair and have you look directly up to me and tell you to speak.”

He felt the pinch, and rose to follow her to the kitchen, kneeling again as she reached the fridge. “Excellent that time,” she smiled and enjoyed feeling the expected kiss. She opened a water and drank, offering him some and tilting the bottle to his waitng mouth. She closed the cap and started to the entry way to get the light, James rising and about to follow- when she turned and asked, “Did I signal you to get up?” I don’t think so. Back down. Don’t forget to remind me that’s two more to each thigh.” She turned out the light and left him in the dark as he heard her moving about the living room. He was starting to feel a bit foolish and annoyed when she returned in just the thong, putting those particular emotions on hold. She pinched his ear and made for the steps, his eyes not leaving her ass.

Just before ascending the steps, she stopped and signaled him down. She toyed with his hair again and told him how she really liked the feel of it in her fingers. “James, how often do you get your hair cut?”

He had to think for a moment before guessing, “Every three to four weeks.”

“I really like it this length, so let’s try for every 3 weeks from now on.”

She kept his head looking upward at her as he answered, “Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Good. Now James I have to tell you that the inside of this thong is just a wet mess, and since we’re going up to the bedroom for you to lick my pussy you may as well take it off for me down here.” She pushed his head back toward her ass and he understood to get the thong off with his teeth. Careful not to bite her he pulled it over the over those taunt globes, his nose practically sliding down her ass crack. When it was off, she started up the stairs without looking back. A couple of steps up she turned to see him still kneeling with the thong in his mouth. She rewarded him with her pleased expression and a bright smile, “James, were you waiting there for me to pinch your ear?”

The embarrassed flush had returned to his face as he nodded.

“I knew you’d learn quickly James, it’s one of the things that’s going to make it such a pleasure training you.” She continued to stare him down with that look of calm confidence as he looked back, chest risisng and falling a bit more rapidly, his cock registering his willing participation.

“Just so you know, the other signal to follow me is this, ” as she snapped her fingers, still gazing with admiration at his body she announced, “Hurry now, I’m very horny.”

(to be continued)

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The sunlight was streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of the master bedroom. James slowly opened his eyes and he realized the he was alone in bed. He could smell freshly brewed coffee. Glancing at the clock he saw it was 8:30. He reached under the quilt to check…yep that contraption was still there.

“Good morning hon, how about some breakfast?”

He looked to see Cynthia sitting in the bedside chair drinking a cup of coffee.

“Breakfast?, I uh ..” He stammered, still shaking off his grogginess.

“I can cook you know, besides, you seemed to have kind of a restless night. That’s why I let you sleep in.”

“I really need…

Cynthia smiled and said, “I know…Go ahead and pee and brush your teeth, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She stood and kissed him softly on the forehead, and walked out of the room.

He sat up resting his feet on the floor and looked around for a robe or something to put on.

“Naked at all times, my pet.” She was standing in the doorway. “Remember your training sweetie, you’ll remain nude at all times unless I instruct otherwise.”

“Sorry, I’m still half asleep.”

She cleared her throat and stared at him. “My Lady,” he added softly.

“That’s better. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to things in short order.” She smiled again, closed her silk robe, and started down the hallway toward the kitchen.

James walked over to the toilet and froze in his tracks. “Oh yea, sit down” he thought to himself. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he walked quietly and slowly towards the kitchen. He wasn’t uncomfortable or embarrassed, after all Cynthia had seen him naked countless times. He just felt a little self conscious because it had never been mandatory before. He was extremely happy that when he had the house built he insisted on the heated hardwood floors. Little did he realize then how much he’d appreciate them now.

As the two of them sat at the breakfast bar eating, they discussed the previous night. Cynthia encouraged James to speak freely about how he was feeling. After six months together, they knew each other so well that they were almost able to finish each others sentences. Subjects such as likes and dislikes, hard limits, fantasies , etc. had come up many times in the past. This morning, Cynthia brought up the subject of rituals and routines. During breakfast, Cynthia encouraged him to speak his mind, and be totally honest with her. He asked her about the chastity device she had him in, mentioning that he was getting a bit sore from the shifting cold steel. She told him to be patient, that she had already had an alternative in mind.

When they were done, James cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Cynthia loved to cook. She told him that she would be doing most of the meal preparation. It was his job to clean up, along with taking care of the housekeeping. Once a week he would have to fly into town to pick up mail and supplies. She was very clear that although she might ask his opinion, she had the final say on all decisions. She handled all the finances and business decisions. He took care of the house, and most importantly, he served her. James loved every second of this and obeyed her completely.

All of his adult life James had the freedom to make most of his own decisions. He’d always been single, and had no children, so rarely did his decisions in life effect anyone except himself. Now the only decisions he had to make were to submit and obey, or not to. It seemed like a contradiction of terms, but he felt the most freedom when he freely gave his freedom to Cynthia.

“Come James, let’s get you cleaned up for the day”. They both walked back to the master bedroom. Cynthia took the key that she had hanging on a chain around her neck and released him from his metallic prison. She walked with him into the main bathroom. She held the cock cage in her hands and smiled slightly.

“You know from your past training that disobeying has consequences, right?”

“Yes, I know”

“I’m going to leave this off for the time being. I have to be honest, that thing looked a little like I was living with robo-sub. You already know that you will NEVER touch yourself for pleasure unless you have my direct permission, correct?”

“Yes, I understand my Lady.”

“I know you understood that, but right now I want to hear you give me your word verbally that you’ll obey that rule.”

“Of course, my Lady, you know you have my promise of obedience.”

“Also, understand that this is temporary, especially when you’re away getting supplies or out of the house. I ordered some things on the internet this morning, including a more comfortable alternative to this. It should be here by next week.”

She paused to look at his reaction, then continued. “Listen carefully James, this is important. From this day forward, every morning when you awaken, you will do the following: You’ll relieve yourself, and then take a shower. While showering, you will shave your entire body completely from the neck down, I mean baby smooth and every day. After cleaning the bathroom, you will find me, and kneel before me so I am able to inspect my property. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. You know James, you really are doing well so far, I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, my Lady.”

“Alright then, Today is day one. There’s a disposable razor in the shower, so let’s get moving. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”

James just smiled and nodded his head respectfully. He turned on the shower and walked in. He was beginning to feel what he had described earlier as that “pleasurable ache”.

Cynthia walked to the living room, put some music on, and reclined on the couch. She heard the shower running and glanced out of the picture window. It was snowing lightly outside, and she was transfixed as she looked at the beauty of the scene in front of her. This place truly was as James had described so many months ago – a piece of heaven on earth.

As she gazed out of the window, she thought about James. About her love for him, and his love for her. She wondered if he was ready for what was coming today. She had been looking forward to this for months. Today was James’ birthday and, if things worked out the way she’d planned, it would be a very special day indeed. She wanted it to mean as much to James as it did to her. Tomorrow was just their future yesterday, today was all that mattered.

James walked into the living room and knelt before her as she had instructed. Cynthia leaned forward and ran her hands slowly over the entire upper half of his body. She then motioned with her hand for him to stand. He rose and stood in front of her, his hands at his sides, and remained totally still.

“Closer.”

He slowly stepped forward until Cynthia raised her hand indicating that he stop. She ran her hands gently over the entire lower half of his body. He again remained absolutely still, looking straight forward.

“In a few spots I felt a bit of stubble, but overall, you did a fair job. I just want you to be aware James that if you are unable to keep yourself smooth as silk for me, that there are many other ways of removing hair. I’m fairly sure that you would “prefer” using the razor each day.” He knew exactly what she meant and not another word was needed.

“James, after you’ve finished your daily tasks, come and find me. I need to explain a few things to you.”

He nodded and headed off in the direction of the master bedroom. Cynthia continued looking out of the window as she thought about the evening ahead. She smiled as she heard the vacuum running from the bedroom.

She must have dozed off because the next thing she remembered was opening her eyes and seeing James standing in front of her. Glancing at the clock she noticed that several hours had passed. She asked James to get her a cup of coffee. When he returned, she told him to sit in the chair across from her.

This was usually the time of day that the two of them would relax, maybe watch a movie, or anything else she fancied. As Cynthia looked at him sitting across from her, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward.

“James, most of your life you were paid millions of dollars to play a game. Now that you’re retired and here with me, I think its time that you played a slightly different game. A game for me.” He didn’t say a thing, but the puzzled look on his face said everything. “I hope you’re lucky at dice, because your roll of the dice today is going to decide what the rest of this day will be like”.

He remained silent, and listened intensely.

“Anything you want to ask me before we get started? If so, ask now, because you won’t be able to later.” He just shook his head in the negative and replied, “No my Lady, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“OK James, then listen carefully. It’s 2:00 pm. From this moment on, and until I tell you otherwise, you will not utter a sound. You Will Not speak. Not a word. Understand?” James almost responded but suddenly caught himself and just nodded his head. “Good, nice recovery kiddo.”

“Take the two dice on the table and hold them in your hand. Here are the rules … The first roll you’ll use only one dice. Whatever comes up between 1 and 6 will be my number. That’s how many times I will orgasm today. Before we sleep. Understand?” He smiled and nodded.

“How long has it been since you were allowed to cum James?” He smiled and looked closely at Cynthia. “Oh that’s right, you’re speechless” With a playful laugh she continued. “It hasn’t even been a week, has it? Are you starting to squirm a little? Well anyway, that’s where the second roll of both dice come in”.

“The second time you roll, the total of the two will be ‘your number’ for today. Now let me explain what ‘your number’ means.” (That pleasurable ache started to build.) “If any other number but 7 comes up, the roll means nothing. If you roll a 7, then today I’ll allow you to release, but only under my direction. Is all that clear?” James just smiled and nodded. “Before you smile too much, just so you’re aware, the mathematical odds of rolling a 7 in a single roll are 36 to 1. Ready to play?”

James smiled again and rolled the first time to get Cynthia’s number. He rolled a 3. Cynthia chuckled and watched as James picked up the other dice and shook them together in his closed fist. He let them roll across the glass topped table and sighed slightly as he stared at the pair of 4’s and just leaned back in his chair.

“Well now, I guess we have a busy day ahead of us, so let’s get started. Today James, I want your total surrender. You’ll do what I say, when I say without hesitation, understand?” He nodded. Cynthia stood up, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom.

“James, go out on the deck and make sure the hot tub is clean and ready to be used.”

James opened the sliding doors in the bedroom and walked out on the redwood deck adjoining the room. It was still snowing, and the shock of the 20 degree air hit his nude body like a train. “This is a first,” he thought to himself. He checked the water temperature and made sure it was at 90. The water was steaming as he briefly tested the air jets. Hurrying back into the bedroom he heard Cynthia in the bathroom. He sat on a chair and waited patiently.

Cynthia walked out of the bathroom having changed into a black satin bustier. Thigh high stockings and matching black satin panties. She was absolutely stunning, James thought to himself. Aroused just by the sight of her, she laughed and said, “I guess I don’t have to ask you if I look alright. Your body’s using sign language.”

Cynthia motioned for James to stand. “Lie on the bed face up and be still”. He did as she commanded. She opened a drawer and pulled out several satin scarves. She tied his hands together above his head, attaching them to a long rope that was about two feet in length. She then pulled him by his feet down the bed until his arms were stretched out above his head.

His feet hung over the end of the king size bed almost to the floor. Taking two more scarves, she tied them to each knee and pulled his legs apart securing the scarves to the bedposts. More scarves ringed his ankles as she pulled his feet towards each other. This modified spread eagle position was very restrictive, and left James feeling extremely vulnerable, his head basically in the center of the bed.

Cynthia walked over to the bedside chair and sat down. James was unable to turn his head to see her. He heard a rustling sound like a bag being opened. All he could do was lay there silently and wait.

“Hang on pet, I’ll be with you in a little while.”

He trusted Cynthia with his life, so her attempt to freak him out a little just caused a smile and more body language.

“My , my, I see you really enjoy the silk scarves. Get used to them hon, we’re gonna be here a while.”

After what seemed like hours, Cynthia crawled onto the bed and sat on James stomach. He could feel the wetness of her panties as she just looked into his eyes. She started slowly sliding up and down his stomach and chest. She leaned forward and pressed her satin covered breasts into his face. “You’d just love some of these, wouldn’t you” He knew enough to keep silent. Straightening her legs out past his head, she removed her panties. She tossed them on the bed next to his head, and then straddled him again.

Raising up to her knees, Cynthia inched forward until her pussy was just above James’ head. “Are you ready for me boy?” There was silence. She lowered herself down on to James’ mouth and ordered, “Now, boy, make me cum with your tongue.” Cynthia’s hips rocked back and forth, grinding herself down on James’ wide open mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she climaxed, her cum dripping into James’ mouth. She leaned back on top of James, with her hair settling over his hard cock.

“Good boy, and you didn’t even twitch. I knew you could do it”. Climbing off the bed and sitting back down in her chair, James could hear that same rustling sound he heard earlier. Cynthia untied his feet, and the loosed his knees. “Slide up” she ordered. “Here, I’ll give you a hand”. She took his hands and feet and retied them in a more conventional spread eagle position. “How ya doin’ boy? Ready for the next surprise?”

Taking a pillow and putting it behind his head she continued, “I want you to be able to see this”. He looked down his chest and saw his semi-erect penis just sitting there pointing at the ceiling. Cynthia walked around the bed and sat next to James. She ran her hair back and forth over him until he was almost on the edge. “Don’t you dare cum boy, you know the rules.”

James concentrated, using every ounce of self control he could muster. Suddenly, quickly, he felt something slide over his shaft. “Got it!” He looked to see a silver cock ring around the base of his penis. “I got the little sucker” Cynthia chuckled. “This’ll keep you hard as long as it’s on. The tightness traps the blood and also traps the erection”.

Then Cynthia reached down towards the floor and grabbed a small tube of some sort of cream. “I bet this’ll feel great, wont it? But remember, don’t you dare cum.” She massaged the cream up and down his shaft and over his balls. When she was done, she went into the bathroom and washed her hands. When she came out, she saw a look of horror on James’ face. “What the..” slipped out of his mouth. “You know the rules James, no talking at all. Don’t worry, I can solve that problem”

She took her soaked panties that were lying on the bed, wadded them into a ball and stuffed them into James’ mouth. “And it stays there, got it?” He nodded. “Now you can taste what you’re missing. Delicious aren’t I?” The look of horror was still in his eyes. Cynthia knelt down and whispered in his ear, “Lidocaine, that’s what was in the cream I put on you. It numbs you up. It’s the same stuff a dentist uses to freeze your mouth. Don’t worry hon, it’s harmless and temporary.”

Next, she reached down and pulled out what looked like a dildo, but was hollow. It was soft plastic, and seemed to be some kind of covering. She slipped it over his shaft. It went all the way down to the base. “See, you didn’t feel a thing, did you” she chuckled. She took some regular lube and coated it. “Well, the ride’s ready to go, but where does the quarter go?” She laughed sort of a maniacal laugh and climbed up on the bed.

She climbed on top of James and slowly lowered herself down over his now numb and artificial cock. He just kept watching her and tasting her. Cynthia rode James for what seemed hours. Every time she came close to orgasm, she backed off and held back. James literally couldn’t feel a thing other than the pressure of her body.

With no warning Cynthia exploded into a mammoth orgasm. James watched with great pleasure as she arched her back , throwing her head back, her entire body viability shuttering. Exhausted, she leaned forward and rested her head on James’ chest. This was the kind of pleasure he wanted for her. This made him feel free.

Cynthia looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. After she untied him, she ordered James to stand in the middle of the room and not move. She blindfolded him with one of the silk scarves. She touched her finger gently to his lips reminding him to be silent. Suddenly James felt something on the front of throat, wrapping gently around to the back. Then the clicking sound of a lock. He knew it was a collar. She whispered in his ear, “Now you really are mine, Happy birthday James, I love you.”

She removed the blindfold. “It’s OK, sweet, you can speak now”. He looked at her and realized how much “collaring” him meant to her. He kissed her softly on the lips, and said, “I love you too, my Lady. I do have one question though, what about the third orgasm?”

“Outside, in the hot tub, the stars are out. Come on my pet, lets go, the waters are waiting.”

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To tell you the truth, she looked rather young. And silly. White button-down shirt. Black tie. Pocket protector full of pens. Thick-rimmed glasses. Hair pulled back in a no-beauty ponytail. Black polyester skirt and black clunky shoes. Her uniform certainly matches the stereotype. But then again, fixing computers is a man’s game. So she IS kind of swimming against the tide. Though all I care about is getting my stuff back, so if a woman can do it, more power to her.

I let her in, and led her to my den and the patient in question. “I dunno. I keep getting all these error messages. I hope the hard drive isn’t totally corrupted. Or something…”

“Well, let me take a look. I’m sure I can help you…”

She sat down and began mousing and tapping keys. Unfamiliar windows and commands flew across the screen of my computer. My computer. And she just sat down and took charge. I guess she DOES know what she is doing after all. I felt kind of helpless, standing there, watching her zip around my computer like it was her playground. And I just had to wait. And watch. I couldn’t help or offer any advice. And I’m a guy. I mean, technology…fixing things…that’s what we do. All I could do is…

“So…would you…some coffee?”

“I think I’ve found your problem. Where’s your last system backup?”

“Backup. Oh. Ah…” I rummaged around the desk. “Here. Right here.” I handed her the disk triumphantly. See, not so useless after all!

She frowned. “This is over a month old. Nothing more recent?”

“Ah…no…” I blushed.

“Well, it will have to do, I guess. Oh, milk and sugar please.”

“What?”

“For the coffee.”

“Oh. Ah…sure.” I went to the kitchen. Maybe some of my ‘good’ coffee, The Kona. And some cookies. For some reason I felt like I needed to impress her…

I brewed a fresh pot of Kona and got out a tray, two cups and a plate of cookies. And brought them to the den. It took a little longer than I expected but I hoped she liked it. When I got there she was staring intently at my computer looking at… Oh.

Oh no.

“That encryption was totally weak. You can’t always rely on freeware.”

“You fixed the problem…?” Maybe she didn’t realize what it was she was seeing…I hope…

“Oh, I fixed it alright. Interesting stuff in those hidden folders…”

“Well, I…”

“And that junk you’re using to hide all those websites you go to…it totally doesn’t…”

“I..Uh…” I don’t need to explain myself to her…do I?

“Femdom…Male Chastity…Hypnosis…all those Fetishes. And that Lady Julia is totally awesome..”

All I could do is just stand there and turn red.

“So, what are you, like, a sub?”

“What? I..” This isn’t really happening…is it?

“You know. Submissive. A submissive male…”

“Well I…” This is so embarrassing….but…God…it’s like one of my fantasies…!

“Do you have a Mistress?”

“What? No I…”

“But you want one, huh? You’ve looked at lots of those websites. Ever talk to any?”

“Email. I’ve…a few…”

“But never met any in person?”

“No, I…no…”

“But you want to…”

“I…well…”

“What’s this…FLR?”

“It’s…ah…Female-Led Relationship…it…”

“Where the Woman is totally in charge…right?

“…Yes…”

“Is that what you want?”

“I…well…” The line between fantasy and reality was…rapidly disappearing…

“To have a woman totally in charge. Of you?”

“I…well…yes…” I found myself having no choice but to admit it…

“You want to find a woman and surrender to her. And totally obey her.”

“Well…yes…”

“So, if I was to say…like…’get on your knees’, you would do it, huh?”

“I…uh…”

“I’m waiting…”

I got down on my knees. In my den. In my own house. For her. A female computer geek. A female computer geek Mistress.

“No, you’re too far away. come over here…”

I ‘walked’ on my knees over to where she was sitting. On my chair at my desk. It hurt my knees to do it, but I just…had to obey.

“Good boy.”

It…it felt good to hear her say that. To actually hear a female voice say those words to me in person. Those words I’ve wanted so much to hear…

“You like that.”

“Uh?”

“You like to hear me say that. Good boy…”

“How..?”

“I’m a fast reader. Plus I can see how hard your cock is.”

“Uh…” Oh God…

“Maybe I’ll tie a ribbon around it an’ use it as a leash. Y’know lead you around…”

Oh God….

“You’d like that too, huh? You’d like me to tie a pink ribbon around your silly peter and use it to lead you around like a puppy dog. Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh God…!”

“Goddess. Not God. Or Mistress. Yes. I could be your Mistress. Would you like that?”

“I…I wo…”

“No. I’m not asking you. I’ll tell you. You would You totally would like me to boss you around. Now say it.”

“I would…like you to boss me around.”

“No, totally. ‘I totally…”

“I totally would like you to boss me around.”

“Good boy.”

If I had a tail I’d be wagging it.

“Now, I’m gonna copy all your dirty porn onto my thumb drive. That way I’ll have ALL your stuff. So I can look at it later. You don’t mind, do you?”

What if I do mind? What could I do about it? “No…I..”

“Again. Not a question.”

I felt something tapping on my leg.

“This may take a while. You’ve got lots of stuff for me to copy. Why don’t you make yourself useful or something…”

I understood. I crawled under my desk, untied her black ugly, clunky shoes and slid them off her feet. The combination of those shoes and her cheap supermarket suntan pantyhose created a stink out of a foot fetishists fantasy. Which…was now my reality. And there was no escaping from it. The taste was…well, not as delicious as in my fantasies, but my need was as strong…

“Hey, down there…”

“Uh?”

“When am I gonna get my coffee?”

“Right away…Mistress…!”

“Good boy…”

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Chapter Six (see previous chapter)

The next morning found Bri in her office and sitting at her desk since 7, working methodically through expert testimony in her upcoming case. It was quarter after 10 when her cell phone rang and the rush of two voices could be heard.

“So, how did everything go?- Sue

“Does he have a nice cock?- Cassie

“Cass… you can’t ask that kind of question yet. Ignore her Bri. Was he fun to be with? Was he a good kisser? Oh, and did he have a nice cock?”  Laughter from both.

Bri listened to the banter with a smile on her face, realizing her friends were checking up on her, and more than a little interested in last night’s festivities.

“OK, all kidding aside, spill it all out kiddo or we’ll come find you and drag it out of you. We want details,” stated Cassie.

Bri relaxed back in her chair and filled them in on her evening out with James. He was absolutely a joy to be with, quick witted, smart, and a very good kisser. He seemed to really enjoy being with her. He had a really nice cock, and more importantly was willing to do as she asked with it. He was the perfect little newbie sub.

“And?” Sue asked.

“And he’ll call me on Tuesday as instructed,” Bri quipped.

“Yes, yes,yes,” she heard on the other end of the phone from the dynamic duo. She went on to explain that the two of them could not have picked a worse time for her start training a novice, she was swamped at work, and any vacation time was out the window until the present litigation was completed. She explained that any training was going to have to progress slowly, and would be completely distracting.

“Do you hear me playing the world’s smallest violin for you, Bri?” Cassie stated, “and he’s supposed to be distracting, and you’re supposed to be equally distracting to him, it’s known as having the “hots” for one another, in case you forgot what that’s like.”

“Now Cassie, be nice, poor Bri needs our support,” Sue sarcastically added. “Bri darling, take your time with James, just have him ready for dinner with us in 3 weeks.”

Bri laughed.  That would be an impossible time table, but she would enjoy taking her time getting him ready for a small party in 2 to 3 months. She did confide how nervous she’d been when explaining to him what she was looking for in a man, and how relieved she’d been when he let her know he wanted to be with her, not anyone else.

Bri actually cackled when she heard the girls start singing, “James and Bri, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G………

Jim was standing in the shower trying to let the warm water ease some of the ache out of his ass. Looking in the mirror this morning, he noticed the mild bruising concentrated on the lower portion of his glutes. The soreness actually reminded him a little of what it was like to wake up the morning after a tough night game. He remembered how beautiful Brianna had looked to him before, during and especially after his punishment and felt his cock stirring to life. He looked down as if his own body was betraying him, trying to figure out how to soap the area without causing a raging hard-on. He remembered their conversation on the ride back to pick up her car.

“You realize, James, that if you’re giving me authority to train you, the first thing I’ll want to control is your orgasms. In fact, from now on the only time you get to come is when I allow it,” she smiled and lazily ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. “James, that means all of those nice morning erections you get don’t get rubbed out.”

He shot an astonished glace toward her and swerved a little when his skin got pinched by Bri for not watching the road. How did she know?

He could feel her smirking, “I know all of you boys get that good morning wood and can’t wait to spank the monkey. Just so were very clear, I do the spanking, and you wait until I’m ready to do it, understand boy.”

With a little hesitation James replied, “I understand Miss Brianna,” wondering how she would ever know.

“Oh, I suppose you could get away with jerking off everyday if you were willing to lie to me James, [ goddammit, was she psychic? ] , but you aren’t the kind of guy who agrees to live by a certain set of rules and then goes and breaks them whenever he wants.”

Damn, now he was appealing to his sense of honor and fair play, and he knew he was doomed to having to wait or do god knows what else for her permission.

They pulled up along side her car and Bri said “Look at me, James,” his eyes staring back into hers.  “I want you to call me Tuesday night at this number,” handing him a card.  “It’s my cell number.  Call at 10 0′clock so we can talk, I’d like to give you a couple of days to think about tonight to let me know what you are feeling.  But if you need me before then and don’t call me James, then I’ll be really pissed, do you understand?”

He got out “Yes Miss Brianna,” before she leaned into him and they made out thoroughly for a good 5 minutes.

She tilted him forward to kiss his forehead and told him to stay in the car and wait for her to pull out first.

Sunday night:

James had been fine all day Saturday, taking care of some shopping and other errands. He went and hit the ball great on Sunday, got home and did a couple of really productive pages of work on the book, and generally enjoyed the day. By Sunday night he was starting to feel a bit disconcerted about wanting to talk with Bri. She’d been on his mind all weekend, in good way and he wanted to call her to say hi. Really just to hear her voice. ( Damn, did he just actually think that?  He sounded like a little bitch even to himself. )  She had said Tuesday, so he resolved to wait.  It would be whole lot easier if his dick wouldn’t rear up an remind him of her several times a day.

By Monday he had worked up a thousand different reasons to call her, mainly due to the vague unease he felt about what came next. He knew he liked her, he knew she excited him, but wow, this was so different from anything he was used to.

At 8:30 Monday night he sat down and dialed her number.

“Hello,” she answered while driving home after a long day.

“Ah.. Hi, Miss Brianna”

“Hi, who is this by the way?”

James was momentarily stunned.  Did he call the right number [it sounded just like her ], or Oh God, did she have another guy, or even guys that she was seeing?  The silence was over in a second but it seemed much longer to him.

Laughing, Bri continued, “James, I’m only kidding, I know it’s you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if..”

“No James, trust me, you’re the only one who calls me Miss Brianna,” seeing right into him again.  Now with mirth but a little more serious, “James, is everything all right?  I wasn’t expecting your call until tomorrow.”

“Yeah… you know what, I’m…sorry to bother you, you must be busy, I’ll call back tomorrow at ten,” physically cringing a bit in his chair at how lame that sounded.

“No, if you called it’s important to me James, I’m in the car right now but will be home soon, please call me back in 40 minutes. Ok?

“Ok. 40 minutes, umm bye.”

Sitting curled up on her couch in her comfy sweats with the phone close by,  Bri was still smiling and had been all the way home.  It would have been easy to just stop and see him, but that wasn’t part of her plan for James.  She was determined to go slow and certainly not to scare him away.

She checked caller ID and answered, “Hi, James, right on time.  I must say I like your punctuality and I’m very impressed that you addressed me properly earlier,” teasing him just a bit.

“Thanks, Miss Brianna”

“What can I help you with?”

“You know, a, nothing, I really shouldn’t have bothered you.  I’m sure your swamped with work and everything.”

“James, I’ll never be too busy to take your call or get a quick message to you about talking later.  I’ll always make time for you. Do you understand that James?”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Truly understand?” she stated with a bit more conviction.

“Yes, I definitely understand.”

“Good. So, tell me, still sore from the other night?” she said with a noticeable lilt in her voice that somehow made him more comfortable.

“No, I was a little stiff on Saturday, the marks had faded pretty much by Sunday and it really didn’t hurt at all.”

“Oh good, you’re a quick healer….so tell me James, does that make you a bit nervous that I now know you heal quickly?”

“Well, it does now!” quickly adding, “Miss Brianna” to the end of his statement.

She laughed and said it was alright to dispense with formalities for just now while they were talking, and added,”James let’s make this whole conversation a bit easier for you, let me guess that you are a lot nervous about what you’ve gotten into here, and are wondering what’s next.  Have I come close to guessing how you feel?”

“Pretty darn close.”

“Ok, well as I see it nervous is fine, scared is not. So are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“Excellent, because I like making you just a little nervous James, it makes you so adorable.” Causing him to grin and blush at the same time. Brianna went on to explain to him that if he was ever really scared of something he should say “yellow”, and they would immediately stop to talk about whatever situation they were in.   Likewise, if something was too painful he was to say “pain”, again an immediate halt.

“Now I realize you’ve read a lot of internet stories about what’s supposed to go on in a dominant/submissive lifestyle, and a few may even come close to the real world, but not many. So to ease your mind why don’t I tell you about some of the things that won’t happen with us. James I will never, ever, never embarrass you in front of your family or friends  You have my solemn promise on that.  Also, I don’t do toilet games, bodily functions are between me and me alone.”

James snorted out a laugh, but quickly recovered to say, “I appreciate both of those limits very much.”

“Good. Also add to the list that I’ll never make you suck another man’s cock.”

James was absolutely floored, never having contemplated that possibility. There was a long silent pause.

“James, are you still breathing?”

“Yeah, and your right that will absolutely never happen,” a little louder than intended.

“Settle down, settle down,” she quietly replied, “It isn’t something I’m interested in seeing. See, isn’t it good we’re getting all this information out in the open between us?”

“Yes it is, and really, I swear if you ever try to make…”

“James,” sharply stated, “I just said it would not happen and I don’t go back on my word. Ok?” softer and gentler.

“Ok,” James replied in a much more mollified tone

“James, I fully intend to have a good time being with you, and what will make it really fun for both of us is if you’re  enjoying it too. I won’t promise you’ll love everything, but if you get a sense of accomplishment and completeness from submitting, and I think you will, you’ll find this a terrific time.”

“What makes you sure I’ll like this or will be any good at it.?”

“Well nothing is for certain, but I can already tell you like to make people happy, you also respect coaching and are willing to work for that coach, to get better at whatever task.” Her voice got just a bit sexier as she added,” Admit it James, so far I make you feel that buzz of being turned on. You like being with me and love the anticipation of what might come next.”

“You’re right, you have me hooked so far, and you’re right, I’m still pretty nervous about what you can come up with.”

“See, there you go, admitting you like me is half the battle,” her voice rising in mirth once again, conscious of now trying to keep things light. She went on to explain that things would progress slowly, particularly with her work load. She made him feel how badly she wished she had more time for him over these first few weeks, but would come up with some ideas of how she’d keep him reminded of her. Brianna then turned the conversation to their respective days, the every day normalcy of a couple talking, laughing, and listening to one another. Before both of them realized, an hour had gone by and Bri really wanted to read 5 pages of text one of the junior associates had highlighted as important.

”I’ve really enjoyed our talk tonight James, and we’ll continue this over the next couple of weeks. Now, I still want you to call tomorrow at ten o’clock. Do you have some kind of personal lubricant like KY jelly?”

Totally caught off guard again, he stumbled out a “No, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh, well no problem, stop at store and pick some up tomorrow. I’d go with the large size if I were you. Now when you call tomorrow I’ll be at home so I want you to put me on speaker-phone, lay out a towel in front of your couch, get naked and down on your knees, have the lube ready. Got all that?”

“Yes,” and “wow, I’ve never actually had phone sex before.”

“You’ve never had a girl get you all hot and bothered over the phone?”

“Well, not so I could do something about finishing the job.”

“Oh James,” she chuckled evilly, “you silly,silly boy. Who said anything about you being able to finish? No, I’ve already decided the next time you get to come is the first time we get to shower together,” smiling as she heard him draw a sharp, deep breath.

“Um.. am I allowed to ask when that might happen Miss Brianna?”

“Of couse you can ask.  Let’s see, well I’m due to get my period in a couple of days so definitely this weekend is out, and next week work will be a killer, hmmm…maybe the weekend after this.”

“Uh..ok….Um well…in the meantime I guess I’m not supposed to..”

“Correct James, you’re not allowed to come.”

“Miss Brianna what happens if I ..accidentally can’t hold back.”

“Well, that would be very bad for you James. That would mean a certain punishment, more than likely the belt but with the added bonus of clothes pins involved. You see, that would be a serious infraction in your training. I would not be happy at all, so what I would do is take these cute pink clothes pins I have and use 4 or 5 of them to pinch the skin on your cock.

“Uncomfortable, sure, but bearable. Then I’d beat your ass red James while watching the clothes pins bounce all around. Then the fun would really start because I’ll tie you up and use the end of a riding crop to knock the clothes pins off one at a time. You’d have to stay very still James, I wouldn’t want to miss an catch one of your balls.”

“Miss Brianna, I promise to try and control myself,” with a touch of anguish in his voice

Brianna uncurled to stretch out and rub her hand gently over her mound, “I sure you will. Don’t forget your instructions for tomorrow. Good night, James, sleep well.”

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I hear you milling around in the bathroom, surreptitiously attempting to catch a peek at my body as I shower.  Smiling, I wonder if I should pull you into the shower and take you right there, or if I should leave you where you are, wanting and aching.

Taking you.  I’ve never been really good at denying that urge even if I am in the midst of denying your cock any pleasure.

Suddenly, struck by a plan that allows me a bit of both options, (pleasure for me, tease and denial for you), I smile.

Read the entire story at Simple Dominance.

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I smile as I hear the door to the bathroom open. You cannot resist slipping in and watching me shower, can you? I’m not at all surprised to feel a waft of cool air as you open the glass door and step inside. After all, showering together is one of our favorite things to do.

As you reach out to touch me, I silently hold up my hand to signal that you are to stop. Your brows arch in surprise but you comply.

“I control you now.” Instantly your eyes close and your head drops.

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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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We connected frequently online. Goddess Vivienne is a very experienced Mistress. There was no doubt, from our conversations online that she was expert at controlling her submissives. Our chats went for hours, lasting long into the night. It’s common on CB to say you know someone from “the inside out.” I felt that way about Goddess Vivienne. We connected over the span of many months.

I learned much about my need to be submissive and to be controlled by a powerful woman. We had many “scenes” online. I followed her directions exactly and reported the results and my feelings to her. I wondered if we would ever meet in person and for me to be allowed the honor of serving her.

Although we had never met, or even spoken to each other by phone, we did live relatively close to each other. It was knowing how close we were in reality that made the anonymity of connecting online that much more exciting.

From the start, I harbored thoughts of serving Goddess Vivienne in person. To be able to see her standing in front of me, while I kneeled to serve her as She saw fit.

As I usually do, I logged onto the system first thing in the morning to check my email and sometimes to see who might be up early enough to be lurking on one of the CB channels. As I logged on, I could see the message flash that “Mail is waiting.” I typed the commands to get into the mail system and found “One message waiting.” The message was short but filled the screen.

_slave…

The time has come for you to prove your ability to serve me. I will allow you the honor of serving in my “clinic.” You will follow my instructions precisely. Any deviation from my explicit directions will result in immediate and irrevocable dismissal. You may NEVER have another opportunity to meet or serve me.

I will meet you this evening at the Hotel Washington. you will have no difficulty in identifying me, as I will be in the hotel’s bar, wearing a red carnation in my hair with long fingernails to match. I will have no difficulty in identifying you, because at precisely 6 PM you will be the man on his knees, kissing and licking my high heeled shoes. You will continue until told explicitly to stop. You will not utter a word unless asked a question or told to speak.

You will wear regular street clothes, but will wear no underwear. You will have your large butt plug inserted.

Goddess Vivienne_

My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach. Could this be true? Is she really allowing me the honor and priviledge of meeting her. The thought was at the same time, frightening, daunting and very exciting. Isn’t this what I’ve wanted all along, but, will I be the slave I am in my fantasies. Certainly the pain and discomfort I’ve experienced at her hand online could not compare to what I will experience with her in person. I had the day to think about it.

My productivity at work that day was clearly not up to par. My concentration was non-existent. I could think of nothing but what lay in store for me that evening. I would finally be meeting my Goddess and experiencing, first hand, her expert domination skills.

Throughout the day, I thought about the scene that awaited me. The timing, it appeared, was selected for maximum humiliation, Happy Hour! How would I be able to get on my knees in a room full of people to kiss my Goddess’ shoes? How long would she keep me there? There was little doubt I would find the courage to do it, to experience a meeting with Goddess Vivienne. Will it really be that easy to find her in such a crowded room? What if by chance there were more than two women wearing red flowers in their hair? Long red fingernails aren’t THAT uncommon among professional women. What would I do? What did she have in mind to do with/to me? Would I actually be given the opportunity to see and serve in her “clinic?” These thoughts, and more, swirled around my head all day. I could think of nothing else.

Just before I left to go to the hotel I retrieved the butt plug I had been instructed to keep available in my office by Goddess Vivienne. Many times, after meeting her online during the day, I was instructed to insert the plug and keep it in throughout the day, usually until we can meet again online in the evening. I used a small bit of lube to insert the plug while in the bathroom. The plug is large enough to cause considerable discomfort when being inserted but I tolerate it pretty well once it is in. When inserted, it is a constant reminder of my submissive status.

I drove the short distance to the hotel, parked, and entered the hotel bar at about 5:45PM. The bar was full with its usual happy hour crowd. I surveyed the room looking for the woman with the red carnation in her hair and equally red long fingernails. My heart almost came through my chest as I spotted a red carnation in blond hair at the bar. I was thankful that I could only find one flower in the crowd. I stood and looked closely to see if I could spy the trademark long, red fingernails. Suddenly, she raised her glass to her lips and her magnificent nails came into view. She was everything I had imagined her to be. She was wearing a flowing flowered silk dress, almost conservative. There was nothing very revealing about her dress but it was clearly one of the more beautiful dresses in the room. Even from my distant viewpoint, I could sense her elegant, aristocratic aura. She may not have been the most beautiful woman in the room but she certainly had the greatest “presence.” That feeling that fills a room when you can’t mistake the fact that someone is there. Some call it charisma, some call it aura, but whatever it is, it is unmistakable.

I glanced at my watch and it was 5:50. I still had 10 minutes to think about meeting her. I was to kneel at her feet and kiss her shoes. I spotted the shoes I was to kiss. They were classic black pumps with what appeared to be 4 inch heels. While I had certainly performed this subservient task before, I had never done so in a public place. Never in front of strangers. I didn’t have a lot of time to think about what would happen, it was already very close to 6PM.

My heart beat faster and harder as I made my way across the room. She was sipping a drink and looking out at the crowd at no one in particular. My digital watch said 5:59 as I stood in front of her and caught her eye. Without looking around, or trying to think about what any of the other customers would think, I dropped to my knees and took her right shoe in my hands. I kissed the toe of the shoe and licked along the sides to the heel. As I reached the heel, I looked up to see her looking at me with a satisfied smile on her lips. I continued to lick the shoe and took the heel into my mouth and sucked on it. I avoided looking at anyone and focused on my task, hoping to please my Goddess. Silently, she moved her left foot into a position that made it apparent she expected me to do the same thing to that one before I would be allowed any recognition by her. I performed the same submissive task on her left shoe. When the heel was being sucked she said one word, “up.” I released her foot and immediately stood up in front of her. She looked into my eyes with a smile and spoke the words I longed to hear, “very good slave.”

She got up from her stool at the bar and started to walk to an empty table in the back of the room. As she turned towards the table, she looked down on the floor at a leather carrying bag and said, “My bag.” It was instinct that made me understand that she expected me to pick up the bag and follow her to the table.

“Sit,” she said, as we reached the table. She immediately explained that she expected me to come to H\her “clinic,” but that I would have to do something before we could leave. I was to drink 5 glasses of water. By my estimation, it probably amounted to about 2 liters of water. She said the sooner I finished the water the sooner we could leave and get on with the evening’s activities.

While we sat and I drank the water, I felt increasingly uncomfortable as the water filled my stomach and the butt plug irritated my ass. We made small talk while she waited for me to finish, occasionally glancing at her nails, inspecting them, almost admiring them. As soon as I had gulped the last of the water, she rose from the table and said, “Follow me.” Glancing at the bag I had put on the floor, it was obvious I was to carry it out.

We walked through the room to the exit. I couldn’t help but notice some of the looks we received as I walked behind her. We walked across the parking lot to the far corner where she parked her red Mercedes 280 sports car. As she reached the car, she stopped and turned to face me. Reaching for the bag I was carrying she took it and opened it up. Without saying anything, she reached in and retrieved two leather cuffs which she fastened around my wrists. Next, she took out a leather collar, about 2 inches wide and fastened it around my neck. The collar had a number of “D” rings attached around it. She told me to put my hands behind my neck and, with small padlocks, locked the wrist cuffs to the “D” rings on the collar. She told me it was important that I be blindfolded while on the way to her clinic. A full leather hood was placed over my head and secured in the back and around the neck. “Now,” she said, “get into the car.” I heard her open the door and guide me into the passenger’s seat. It was a bit awkward, but I managed to sit comfortably into the seat, as comfortable as I could bound the way I was and with a butt plug.

The trip to her clinic was uneventful. She said very little. My heart continued to beat harder and faster as I thought about what awaited me in her clinic. The trip could not have been longer than about 20 minutes. I had no idea which direction from the hotel she went or where I might be. The car stopped and I could hear and feel her get out and come around to my side of the car. The door was opened and she said, “Out!” I struggled to my feet with a bit of support from her. She grabbed my extended elbow and led me up a few steps through a door. Once inside we walked a bit turning here and there as I sensed we were going through some doors. All at once we stopped.

She released my elbow and moved behind me to unfasten my hands from the collar. She removed the hood. I stood in the middle of a “white” room. Everything in the room was white. I quickly looked around to see what I could identify as bondage equipment, but unlike other “dungeons” I had been in, everything in this room was white. While it had the same feeling of a “dungeon” the whiteness of the room gave it a very special quality. Differences in the room were identified as differences in texture. The lighting created special effects with the shadows. Before I could do or think of anything, I heard the command, “Strip! Put your clothes on that hook,” as She pointed to a hook on the far wall of the room. As I began to take off my shirt and pants, she left the room. It only took a few seconds to be naked and standing in the middle of Goddess’ room. I stood in the middle, in the position I had been instructed to assume, legs spread shoulder width, hands behind my neck, eyes cast down to the floor. It seemed like hours before Goddess Vivienne entered the room again. She had changed her attire. She was dressed to contrast completely with the room I had desired to be in for so long. She was wearing a black corset with garters attached to black seamed stockings and continued to wear the black high heeled pumps I had so devotingly kissed and licked just minutes before. The sight of her made my cock stand up immediately. She did not let this go unnoticed, as she said, “Mmmm…so you must be pleased with my clinic!” It was not a direct question so I maintained my silence.

She walked around me, inspecting her slave. My hands were fastened to the collar again. I heard her say, “No sense in wasting time, lets get started. I like to see my slaves in dilemmas. That’s what we’re going to do today. I’d like to see how you deal with this dilemma.” It was about this time, that I began to notice the pressure building in my bladder. She had given me no indication or opportunity to ask to be allowed to urinate and I knew better than to talk without explicit instructions. I would have to hold it until she allowed me the opportunity to talk to her.

She moved me to a pole in the middle of the room. She walked over to one of the walls and retrieved a number of items I could not identify. She knelt down beside me and put leather cuffs, similar to those on my wrists around my ankles. Using padlocks, she fastened the cuffs to rings in the floor, securing my legs in position, separated about 3 feet. Next, she went behind me and grabbed my balls around the top of my scrotum. She gave them a firm pull which made me moan. Because of her instructions not to cum for the last week, my balls were very full and achy. I felt her fasten a parachute ball stretcher to the top of my scrotum. It pinched my skin a little but I knew it was on firmly when she pulled on the ring attached to the chains.

Going to the other wall she obtained a number of other items and returned to stand behind me. I felt her reach to touch the butt plug and heard her say, “Very good.” The butt plug was removed, not too gently and immediately replaced with another one about the same size. I heard the sound of her squeezing a rubber bulb and immediately felt the butt plug expand in my ass. She continued to pump it up until I thought it would explode in my ass, but she stopped just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. She continued to make arrangements behind me. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but I knew it had something to do with the pole behind me. In my peripheral vision, I could see her hanging a rubber bag on the pole. The tube coming out of the bag had some kind of device on it with a wire coming out of it. The tube was attached to the butt plug firmly in place in my ass. She reached down and connected something, a chain or rope, to the ring on the parachute harness and attached the wire to a device on the rope. Suddenly, I felt a strong pulling on my balls. The pull grew stronger and stronger until I was forced to bend my knees in a crouch position to keep my balls from being pulled from my body, or so I thought. The pull on my balls continued as she fastened the rope to a ring in the floor directly beneath my balls and between the rings fastening my feet to the floor. As she released the rope attached to my balls the pull on them stopped and I realized that a warm fluid was filling my ass. She stood and came to my front. Looking me in the eyes, she told me that I could stop the flow of liquid into my ass by simply pulling the rope on my balls. So, that was the dilemma she mentioned. I could receive an enema or punish my balls. The force required to keep the liquid from flowing was significant. The position I was in did not allow me to stand up fully, so I had to maintain a semi-crouched position.

Goddess Vivienne stood in front of me and began to feel my stomach just above my cock. “Mmmm…a bit loated?…Arent’ we?” “Yes, Mistress,” I answered. “I’ll allow you to empty your bladder when your ass if full!”

She then left the room and left me to my dilemma. My bladder was beginning to hurt. I couldn’t make up my mind if it was better to be pulling on my balls, or to have the enema. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized I needed desperately to urinate and succumbed to the full enema by crouching down and releasing the tension on my balls. My stomach filled up immediately with the enema. I began to have cramps. I pulled on my balls to stop the flow but it did no good. It was done. I had retained all the fluid. I felt completely full between my bladder and the enema.

Goddess returned to the room to find the enema bag empty. She told me how pleased she was that I accepted it so well. I watched as she walked over to a rack filled with various whips and paddles. She selected a crop and returned to stand behind me. She spoke into my ear saying, “You’ve done very well. I will now reward you with a cropping. After you’ve received 20 lashes from my crop, I will allow you to empty yourself. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “You will count each stroke as it is delivered. Any miscount will result in me starting from the beginning.”

She began to strike me in earnest as I counted each stroke. The combination of being full of liquid from both sides and the pull on my balls every time I jumped from the strokes was more punishment than I had ever experienced before.

When the final stroke had been delivered, she stroked my ass and told me how well I had received my punishment. She knelt down to release my bonds from the floor rings and pointed to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I emptied my body into the toilet. My ass was hot from the whipping but the feeling of release was great.

When I was done, I returned to find her sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. On the floor in front of her lay a mirror. She told me to kneel in front of her with the mirror between my legs. She then asked me if I wanted the privilege of cumming. I replied if it was her pleasure I would very much like to cum.

She released my right hand from my collar and told me to hold it out. As I did, she filled my palm with Ben Gay. “OK…you may masturbate until you cum…but…you must cum on the mirror.”

I began to stroke my cock. I felt the heat of the Ben Gay as it entered the pores of my cock. It only took a few seconds for me to cum in large spurts onto the mirror.

I looked up and saw her smiling. “Very good, slave. You may now lick up your mess.” As I bent down to lick up my cum, I could feel the heat in my cock build. Watching myself lick my own cum I thought of the humiliation of licking my Mistress’ shoes in the bar and now licking my cum in front of her.

When I was done, she released all my bonds and told me to get dressed. The hood was again placed over my head and I was led again to her car and driven back to the hotel.

After parking in the same area of the parking lot, She reached over, and released me from the hood.

“Good nite, slave,” she said, “I’ll be in touch!”

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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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The warmth from the fire coupled with the peaty pure malt whisky was having a soporific effect on him. He felt mesmerized by the flames dancing across the top of the burning log in the hearth, and Lady J’s soothing words seemed to be dropping him deeper and deeper into a warm comfortable and very private space. Vivalid’s Four Seasons played harmoniously in the background, creating an erotic ambiance. It was so cozy sitting on the couch next to her, her delicate fingers massaging that spot on the back of his hand, painted nails tracing a pattern of red against white.

“Deeper down, down deeper”, she hushed. “Tonight you are going to perform for me and excite me. You are going to be my orchestra and puppet dancer, and I am going to be your conductor, musician and audience. You are going to long to please me, excite and thrill me, show off your talents”

“To do that, we will need you to change into your performer’s attire – no clothes will be best! And what dancer doesn’t have their finger and toe nails painted – a bright red will do best I think! Raise your arms, pet and let’s tie them to those velvet ropes hanging from the rafters. Up on your toes, for tonight you will swing like a puppet. But first a warm up”

The leather strap swung lazily across his buttocks, leaving a broad red stripe. He shifted on his toes uncomfortably, as stroke after stroke burnished his glowing behind. Glowing red in the firelight, warm from the hearth and fiery from the strokes, he began to hum in pain. It was the first kiss of the cane that made him kick his legs up. Swinging wildly as Lady J picked up the rhythm and began to stripe the glowing flesh. Candy stripe welts sprung up, as her conductor’s rod beat the rhythm across his flesh. As he spun wildly on his strings, he glimpsed her flushed face. Her hands held the rod delicately in her fingers, her red nails picked out in a startling red white pattern against the lightly grasped ash white cane. Swish, swish, swish as she flicked the gyrating thighs and bottom, painting a pattern of stripes and exquisite agony.

“And now for the choral, my little Puppet”, she cooed, her mellifluous voice starting to get husky with sexual excitement. Her finger danced a light waltz across his engorged organ, teasing and denying release. A pair of nails reached up to pinch his erect nipples, causing exquisite agony, and a song of pain and pleasure to sing from his open mouth.

With a shudder he reached a climax and slumped down, help up only by the ropes around his wrists

“…and when I reach 3, you will be wide awake and feel refreshed and energized”

He opened his eyes, and looked into Lady J’s eyes, amazed to find he was still dressed. But a telling bulge and damp spot on his trousers drew an amused raised eyebrow from the Lady he adored.

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