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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The pleasure’s all mine, Cynthia.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you trust me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lets talk now”, he said impatiently.

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

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

“Yes, I know”

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

“Yes”, he replied.

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

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

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

“Yes, of that I’m sure” he replied.

“And are you…”

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

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

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

“And why would you say that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, crystal clear.” was his reply.

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

He just nodded his head.

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

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

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

He just whispered “yes ma’am”.

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

“Good night Cynthia”.

“Good night my sweet.”

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

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

“Yes, I understand”.

“You understand what?”

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

“Good” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

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