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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Sally wasn’t interested in seeing any one in this phase of her life, all she wanted to do was spend time with friends and enjoy the peace of mind and freedom of not having to worry about someone else’s feelings on a relationship level. The last three months had been a blessing as she was able to go where she wanted whenever she had the urge and spend as much time there as she could. This afternoon Sally was doing just that, she was enjoying an afternoon drinking a cup of coffee at her favorite local coffee shop with her best friend Pam. The two met here every Tuesday to catch up on the latest stuff going on in their lives. Pam was a divorced mother of three children, two in college and one in the Army. Sally had never married but has had a few long term relationships that always ended the same way. The men in her life would start out being the greatest guy in the world, attractive, money in the bank account, driving expensive cars and always buying her gifts. They would each shower her with affection and take her to fancy restaurants and on elaborate vacations. Then after a year or so, or just as football season started the relationship always turned to one of dependency and need. The guy would always want Sally to be available for them and expect her to understand when a ball game, or fishing trip or even a golf game took them away at a moment’s notice when Sally had events planned for the two of them. The last guy she was with was the last straw in her typical relationship, the next guy would need to be dedicated and devoted to her.

Pam knew Sally always had a wild streak in her from when they were college together, that was why her relationships never lasted. She couldn’t settle down and become a a traditional “housewife”. Even though that is what all the guys she had been with over the years wanted. Now Pam was trying to get Sally to find an average guy that would treat her the way a woman is supposed to be treated. After all that is what Pam had finally found after 20 years of marriage and a difficult divorce. Pam has been dating Joel for the last 6 months and the relationship was centered around her, Pam told Sally the things she has planned for him and those ideas have definitely intrigued Sally, it’s just that she also knows Pam is a talker not one to take action.

While, Sally was drifting off in her thoughts Pam suddenly whispered in her ear. “See that guy over there? The one that looks like he could shed a few pounds and the receding hair line? You know he’s been coming in here the last three weeks, he orders a coffee and then sits down behind us.” Sally really hadn’t noticed the guy before but now that Pam was pointing him out, Sally shook her head. “No, I didn’t realize that. I guess he must like you Pam.” Pam gave Sally a soft punch in the arm and whispered in her ear again. “Bull. Mary behind the counter said that he asked if she knew your name last week after we left.”

Sally turned her head toward the barista Mary and lifted her head slightly nodding toward the guy who just got his coffee and moved to a table and chair behind Pam and Sally. Mary smiled and shook her head yes. Sally smiled and looked toward the guy who sat down to read the daily newspaper. He wasn’t the most attractive guy and probably never had been, but average was a definite description of him. Heck Sally was probably best described as plain or average lately. After turning 40 her youthful appearance and attractiveness was fading away. When Sally turned back, Pam continued with what Mary had told her. “The funniest thing is, the guy buys a No flavor Latte each weak, he tastes the drink once or twice and then puts the cup down and doesn’t drink any more. All he does is looks over the newspaper every few minutes and checks us out.”

Sally gave Pam a look as if she was crazy. “Well, that is a little strange isn’t it?” Pam asked. Sally responded by glancing over her shoulder at the guy again, then shrugging her shoulders. “Not really, he seems harmless enough.” Sally thought the man was obviously someone who was not 100% confident in himself, though at one point in time he must have been a very proud man.

Pam went on to other topics about her two kids in college always needing money and her son in the Army never keeping in touch. About 30 minutes later Pam said her good byes for the week and was off to meet Joel for dinner. “Perhaps tonight is when I introduce Joel to the wild me!” Pam said as she leaned over the table and smiled at Sally as she walked toward the door.

Sally was in no hurry to get home and it was still too early to go for dinner. Her curiosity got the best of her though about the conversation that they had about the guy sitting at the other table. Sally thought about going over to him and introducing herself, maybe even inviting him out to dinner, then she thought better of it and didn’t want to seem to forward or even desperate. Instead she got up from the table and glanced back at the guy and smiled as he looked up at her and gave him a quick wink. She turned her head toward the door before she could see his reaction, but she knew he had a smile on his face as big as the Cheshire Cat. Sally walked out to her car with a bounce in her step and sense of pride knowing that she was still attractive to men.

Steve was still recovering from his latest break up with his third relationship since the divorce from his wife after 23 years of marriage. He was not used to living on his own and every time he broke up with a woman he put a few pounds back on and that is what he was in the process of doing now. It also didn’t help his self esteem that his hair was receding at about the same pace as his weight was gaining. On top of all his worries and concerns about how his life was headed, last Friday was his 50th birthday. He felt even more depressed as he looked at his retirement situation and realized that his plans where falling apart as the stock market seemed to be crumbling. The only real satisfaction that Steve found in life recently was the simple joy of walking into this coffee shop and being able to see two pretty middle aged women talking and enjoying life.

He wasn’t looking for a new relationship, the last one fell apart too easily as the woman he was with would always complain about her kids and them needing a father, not some guy that only came over for dinner and sex. Steve had no desire to be a father to teenagers again, he had a hard enough time raising his own two. Both of whom where now married and with kids of their own. So Steve ended the relationship by simply agreeing with the woman and walking out of the house. That was when he had walked into the coffee shop the first time and saw Sally and Pam. He noticed that neither one of them had a ring on their finger, though in today’s culture that really didn’t mean anything, or it could mean everything.

Steve hadn’t planned to come by the coffee shop this week, but for some reason he was pulled here. He wanted to see if Sally and Pam met again this week. He saw the long haired blonde and thought she must have been a knock out when she was younger. For a more mature woman she was definitely pleasing to the eye. Last week Steve even went so far to ask the barista if she knew the long blondes name. Mary told him all she could about the two women, which wasn’t much, but enough to fill in some blanks for Steve. He couldn’t resist looking Sally and getting a glimpse of her whenever she would turn her head his way. She obviously had great self esteem and would dress casually, she didn’t look like she was after a man, or perhaps she was in a relationship.

As Steve sat down at his table he noticed that Pam was whispering to Sally and then Sally quickly glanced toward him. He put his head into his paper in just enough time so Sally wouldn’t see him watching her. About thirty minutes later Pam left and Sally was sitting by herself reading a magazine. She glanced over toward him once but he had again put his head back to his reading. Sally finally got up to leave turning her head toward him and smiling and then suddenly there it was… a wink, she winked at him. Steve couldn’t help but smile but Sally didn’t see the joy she had given Steve by simply acknowledging him as she did. The rest of the night Steve was in a great mood. Now he couldn’t wait until next Tuesday to see if Sally would acknowledge him again.

Several weeks had passed since Steve and Sally first acknowledged each others existence in the coffee shop and each Tuesday since the two would exchange a pleasant hello. Sally learned Steve’s name from Mary and also that Steve showed up on Saturday mornings to read the paper and sip at a latte he never finished.

Today was Saturday and the morning was gray and raining slightly, so Sally decided to go to the coffee shop for a cup of coffee and go over the travel section of the paper as she has been trying to plan a vacation for the last week. When she arrived she grabbed a cup of coffee and started to move to her usual table. She hesitated and then moved to the table that Steve used when he came in. Why she decided to do that this morning was not clear in her mind, but she thought she would take things one moment at a time.

Steve showed up at his usual time, this morning he was in an old pair jeans and a t-shirt that didn’t make him very attractive, but he wasn’t planning on picking up a woman this morning either.  He ordered his usual plain latte with whole milk and then moved toward the table he came to consider his spot. When he turned to the table he saw that Sally was sitting there. He was surprised to see her there on Saturday and at his table.  She looked up as he looked for another table and said; “There’s an open chair here if you care to join me this morning.”  He hesitated for a second and then smiled. “Sure, if you don’t mind the company.”  He said moving toward the chair opposite her.

Sally couldn’t believe it, she made the first move. All she could think about was if this was the right thing to do. Her brain didn’t take too long to override her emotions as she extended her hand in a feminine gesture for a hand shake. “I’m Sally, we’ve seen each other around her for a few months but never really talk.” Steve took her hand and gently touched her finger tips in acknowledging her femininity and then released his hand a few moments later.

“Good to meet you Sally, I’m Steve. I believe it has been a few months. What brings you out here on a rainy Saturday?” Steve glanced at the section of the paper Sally was reading. “Planning to leave for a more hospitable climate?” She glanced down at the paper. “Yes, I’m planning my vacation that I want to take this year.”

The two engaged in light conversation exchanging small bits of information about each other. They definitely where compatible at the base level of interests. They shared likes in science fiction books and movies, both liked to just disengage from society in the evening instead of being active in the social scene. Overall they both enjoyed the conversation.

“Sally, I hope this is not too forward, but do you have plans for dinner this evening?”  He wasn’t sure where that question came from, he just asked.  She looked at him for a few seconds without answering, thinking about his appearance and apparently how much older he was to her. “I would love to go to dinner tonight.”  She wasn’t looking for a long term relationship anyway and what harm could one dinner date be with a new friend.

He smiled at her acceptance and they set the location and time where they would meet.  She was surprised at his choice of the restaurant, it was one of the more reputable Steak Houses in town and a bit pricey, but they both discussed that neither one of them was looking for a long term relationship as they had both been burned out by all of the drama and the expectations that their partners had put on them.
The evening came quickly enough and Sally arrived at the restaurant about five minutes early as the traffic was lighter than she expected. Steve arrived right on time and was driving a late model Mini Cooper, Chili Pepper Red, with white racing stripes down the hood of the car. He obviously took pride in the car as it was still looking like new. He got out of the car though and she could tell he could stand to lose a few pounds since his clothes where wearing a bit tight.  She didn’t care so much about that though since they were meeting as just friends.

It wasn’t until after the main course was served and the conversation turned to how they both viewed relationships that she started to change her mind about her future and a relationship with a man. She wasn’t quite sure, but it must have been something that he said which triggered old memories and ideas.  She decided that to get what she was looking for in a relationship that perhaps it was her needs that needed to be put first, but only if the man is willing to commit to that idea and see it through.

Steve could see in her face that she was deep in thought about the conversation as they discussed how all relationships turned toward the man becoming dependent on the woman and ultimately started to fall apart, as his world both at work and home become prevalent in their lives.  He remarked that it would be interesting to see a relationship where that wasn’t allowed to happen or even one where the woman’s wants, needs and desires became the focal point. That was when he saw a slight smile cross Sally’s deep red painted lips and a her eyebrows lifted in consideration of what he just said. The rest of the dinner was focused on the idea of finding the right person to commit to such an idea. The two stayed at the restaurant longer than they should have talking about various likes and dislikes, such as sports teams, colors, clothing styles, and their friends. As they were getting ready to leave, he picked up the check and without looking at the price, slid his credit card into the booklet and placed it back on the table.   She did see a slight bit of hesitancy on his part as he did that, she noticed all through the evening that his self confidence was not extremely weak but it was definitely shaken.

She took his hand as the they waited for the waitress to return with the bill and in his hand she placed a small piece of paper. “Don’t open that until you get home. I’ve enjoyed this night so much, thank you for becoming a friend.” Steve glanced at the folded piece of paper and then moved it to his pants pocket.   He walked her to her car, a new model Lexus convertible and he opened the door for her, something very few men had done for her over the years.  She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him once again for the nice evening.

As she drove off, her mind wondered toward the idea she had in the restaurant about a man being devoted to her. A relationship where she could determine its future, one where she was the center of attention and yet one where the man felt comfortable and wanted to be no where else but with her. Her vision turned to one where Steve could be that man, she would use his lack of confidence as a guide. A guide to rebuild that confidence, making him into the man she knew he wanted to be. The other things she would need to concentrate on with him would be his weight. She would have to get him to start exercising again, and to change his wardrobe into a more appealing set of clothes. What would she have to change though? “I would have to be more direct in what I expect and want in the relationship. I’ll need to be seductive and desirable, perhaps we can both start going to the gym together. He will definitely need to learn how to take care of the small things in the relationship, the stuff that will make me happy even though the typical guy would never admit he would do for his woman.”  She realized she was talking to herself as she pulled into her driveway with a smile on her face and excitement building in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Yes, that is what I want. And Steve will be that man, he just doesn’t know it yet.” This time she knew she was talking out loud. “Time to formulate a plan.”

Steve watched her drive off toward the east, and then he walked to his car, concerned about how well the evening went.   He didn’t feel confident that he gave Sally the best impression of him that he could. Of course she gave him a smile and a peck on the cheek at the end of the evening, that was good manners. “What a fool I am. I should have invited her out to coffee and we could have spent more time together,” he said to himself as he climbed into his car and drove north toward his apartment.   He got home quickly and as he emptied his pockets onto the kitchen table he saw the little folded piece of paper she had given to him at the restaurant. He opened the note and read “Steve, this note is to say thanks for the wonderful evening tonight. I enjoyed your company. I look forward to seeing you soon. Sally1234@mail.com ~ You friend, Sally.”

Steve read the note again, making sure he understood the intent of the relationship was to be friends, after all that is what he wanted. Wasn’t it?   He found in Sally everything that he had been looking for in a woman. They shared the same ideas and liked the same things from movies, to books and even their ideas on relationships.  He decided at that moment that he would be willing to build a stronger friendship with her and see where it led. He folded the note back up and put it in his wallet. The first thing he needed to do was start losing weight and change his appearance. Though he would do those things, he did realize that she didn’t appear to be concerned about those two things, but he still wanted to do what he could to impress her more, if he could. Now if he could just get his self confidence back.

The next few days he started to work out, though not much. He got up in the morning and did 25 sit ups and 25 push ups, and walked for 20 minutes on the treadmill at his apartment. That was a piece of equipment that was used to sitting around and collecting dust instead of being used. Tuesday afternoon couldn’t get here soon enough.  He headed to the coffee shop at his usual time and he noticed that Pam was sitting alone at the table she usually shared with Sally. He didn’t say anything but the look on his face showed definite disappointment that she wasn’t there. He ordered his usual latte and sat at his table reading the paper. He took a couple of sips from his coffee and then sat it down and forgot about it. Pam looked over to Steve a few times over the next 20 minutes watching as he kept looking at the door.

Finally after 30 minutes her cell phone rang and he new it was Sally. Pam took out a note pad from her purse and started writing a short note. Then she continued drinking her cappuccino and reading a fashion magazine, when she was done she went over to his table and passed him the note she had written while talking to Sally on the phone. “Sally, asked me to give you this. She had a few errands to run and wasn’t able to make it this afternoon. She told me that she had a great time Saturday night at dinner and was hoping to see you this afternoon but she just can’t make it.”  She smiled at him and then left the coffee shop.

He read the note that Pam had written for Sally. “Steve, I enjoyed our time together and looked forward to seeing you this afternoon over coffee. Sorry, I missed you. Stop by this address:  1601 Main Street, Apartment 601C,  Friday at 8pm. Don’t forget the wine, we are having fish. It’s my turn to treat for dinner.” Steve smiled at reading the note, she was direct in her note and was definitely showing her interest in him, obviously she was interested in him for who he was as a person, not for what he looked like.

Pam called Sally as soon as she was in her car. “He was definitely sad when he walked in and didn’t see you sitting there, it was all over his face. The whole time he sat there all he could do was look at the door wanting you to walk in.” Sally giggled into the phone as if she where back in high school. “Good. Thanks for helping me out on this. He is really a sweet guy, the kind of guy we both should have hooked up with out of college instead of who we did.”

“I hope you know what your getting into her Sally, are you sure that Steve is the kind of guy that can be molded into what you are wanting?” she said in an inquisitive tone. “No as a matter of fact, I’m not even certain this is what I’m wanting, but the tells where there and neither one of us is getting any younger. We both know what doomed all of our relationships before. So perhaps we will both look at this as the change we both need. Isn’t this the approach you are using with Joel?” Sally was anxious to know if this idea will work, and it was apparent in her voice.

“Joel is taking to my control like a fish to water. He needs to have someone that is willing to guide him and not put up with his old nature when he reverts back to being the typical male around the house.” Pam’s pride in her control over Joel was obvious in how her tone changed.

“Thanks again for passing the note Pam, you are a great friend, I’ll let you know how things go, maybe you’ll have to wait until Tuesday to find out.” “Hmmmm., I hope so Sally. Bye dear I hope you don’t burn the fish.” Pam hung up the phone as she pulled into her driveway.

Steve couldn’t keep his mind off having dinner with Sally the rest of the week. He searched the internet to find what kind of wine went best with fish. The search for the right wine led him to a simple answer yet one he would not have known. He left work on Friday and headed to the local wine shop where he picked out a Blanc de Blanc Champagne that was recommended for most fish. After picking up the champagne he stopped by the flower shop and picked up a dozen yellow roses to signify his desire for a strong friendship with her. He wasn’t confident about how the evening would go, but he wanted to put his best foot forward.

He arrived at 1601 Main Street, definitely a very nice location in downtown for people to live. He walked into the foyer and went to the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor, he was 10 minutes early and not sure if he should go straight to her apartment or wait until exactly 8pm. He didn’t have to worry about making that decision, for as the elevator door opened 601C was right there in front of the elevator and Sally was standing there with the door open.

“I saw you pull into the parking lot across the street. Come on in Steve, put the champagne in the ice and there is a vase for the flowers on the bar. Make sure you put those in the center of the coffee table, like a good boy.”  She was nervous being so straightforward with a man, but if this was going to work she had to show confidence and start the evening out the way she pictured the evening in her mind.  He stepped into her home, impressed with how clean and detailed all of her furniture was in relation to the décor.  She shut the door behind them and walked into an adjacent room from her living room.

“Nice place you have Sally, it is definitely very attractive, and may I say so are you this evening.”  He couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. He compared the woman he was having dinner with to furniture. “Oh you are so sweet Steve. Thanks for the roses. I’ll be out in a few minutes, make yourself comfortable.”

Sally came out of her bedroom a few minutes late, in a light summer dress, that was white with a small yellow flower pattern, she wasn’t wearing any shoes and her hair was flowing down to her shoulders. “Steve, be a dear and get the champagne glasses out of the china cabinet over there, ” she said as she walked to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. She normally would never have asked her company to do anything in preparation for a meal, but again tonight had to be different, she had to set the tone of her expectations for the evening and potentially the future.

Steve, wasn’t quite sure what to make of this younger woman being so straight orward all of sudden.  She was definitely not like any of the other women he had known. The others would never had stood at the door waiting for him, they would have shown how pleased they were at receiving roses and they would have placed them in a vase themselves. Now he was getting champagne glasses out of the cabinet for her. He was interested to see how well he liked this strength in a woman. Of course his self confidence was low enough lately that he didn’t have the nerve to say no, but then how do you say no to such simple requests when you are trying to please and impress a woman you are attracted to.

Dinner was cooked to perfection and the champagne definitely complimented the fish very well. The two engaged in small talk over dinner talking about their weeks activities. The only part of the dinner of any significance was how she watched him take his first bite and his reaction.  She watched as he tentatively moved the fish to his mouth and she teased him by saying; “Don’t worry sweetie, it’s not going to bite you. Enjoy the meal, I hope this will be the first of many together.”

When they finished dinner and the plates needed to be cleared, she took the next gamble in preparing the two for what was to come. “Be a dear and clear the plates Steve, the dishwasher is next to the sink on the left hand side, it looks like a regular double cabinet. I need to go freshen up a bit.” Again he was a bit taken aback by her request, but how could he refuse, after all the meal was great and so was the company. “Sure thing Sally, anything for you, especially after such an awesome feast,” he said as he cleared the table.

“Don’t start the dishwasher, that can wait till later, there are a couple wine coolers in the fridge, get those and meet me out on the balcony, sweetie,” she called from her bed room.

Steve put the dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed two wine coolers from the fridge.  As he left the kitchen to go to the balcony he glanced in her bedroom and saw her naked back side as she was getting ready for the rest of the evening. He must have stopped for a few seconds as she looked at him through the mirror. “Now what are you looking at? Get to the balcony like a good boy, I’ll be out in a moment.”

He was now fighting to adjust his hard-on as he sat the wine coolers on the table on the balcony. He adjusted himself and then waited for her once again to come out and spend time with him. She came out in a pair of white shorts and loose light weight blouse that when the light hit it just right he could see the outline of her breasts and aroused nipple.

“Thanks for getting the dishes ready Steve, you have been such a great help this evening. Isn’t this a beautiful night to enjoy out here? Especially with such great company,” she said in a playful tone. “Yes, it has been a great evening, thanks for dinner and especially the company, I am glad I could help out,” he stated as he looked out over the center of the city from Sally’s balcony.

After a few minutes of no discussion, she asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow, sweetie? Anything exciting?.” He  thought for a few seconds and then replied “Let’s see, wash and wax my car, clean the apartment and go grocery shopping. Yep a very fun filled and exciting Saturday.” He smiled as he told her his plans.

“So stuff you can put of till Sunday. I’d like you to spend time with me tomorrow, we’ll go up to the mountains to go hiking and have a picnic.” She was making a statement rather than asking.  He looked at her as she stared at him waiting for his response. She pouted her lips together while he hesitated to answer. “Don’t you want to spend time with me?” she asked innocently.

“Of course I do, and the things I have to do can wait. If we are spending time together tomorrow, I need to get going.” he replied. “Oh. You don’t have to go. Spend the night here, so we can leave early. The guest bedroom is always prepared. This way I also know right where you are.  Plus you have been drinking, so driving is not allowed.”

She could feel his hesitancy and sensed a bit of doubt about how far she was pushing her plan. “Well, if you say so. I don’t  have a fresh set of clothes with me, though.”  She got up from her chair and grabbed his hand, guiding him to the guest bedroom.

“Strip.” she ordered.  He looked at her with shock on his face. “Excuse me?” he questioned rather confused.

“Strip your clothes off, all of them and hand them to me. The laundry needs to be done anyway and you can wash these with my stuff. Don’t stand there, hurry up, I want to get them started so the drier can be started before we go to sleep.”

He was still hesitant, he wasn‘t comfortable getting naked in front of her, especially with the way his body was out of shape.   She went over to the closet in the room and took a light silk robe of a hanger and tossed it to him. “Don’t worry sweetie, be a good boy and put this robe on. I’ve seen grown men naked before, I won’t be shocked with anything you show me.” She was pushing the envelope, but if her idea was going to work she needed to let him know that she accepted him for who he was as a man not for his physical appearance.

He stripped down and then put the robe on. “The washer is in the room on the other side of the kitchen. Put your clothes in there, shut the washer door, and pull the knob out. Then you can watch TV in the living room until the washer stops. Just put the clothes in the dryer and start it for sixty minutes, then head to bed.” She stated her directions clearly. As she finished she kissed him on the forehead.   As she went to her bedroom she added, “Sweet dreams Steve, this has been a great evening, I’m looking forward to what tomorrow brings.”

He stood in the guest room in shock.  She had just told him what to do, how to do it, and when. The hard-on was visible to her as it made the robe around his groin stick out like a tent.  She obviously ignored his excitement as she kissed him on the forehead. All he could do was pick up his clothes and head to the wash room. As he bent down to get his clothes he said to her. “Thanks for such a great evening, see you in the morning.”   He then did as she instructed.

All he could think of while watching cable news on TV waiting for the clothes to wash, was this entire experience was nothing like he had experienced with a woman before.   He enjoyed how she was being so direct, though at times he thought she was a bit abrupt.  Being a bit abrupt could be tamed though, and he was sure that in time, she would learn how to ask for him to do things for her. The clothes finished about 20 minutes later and he put them in the dryer. On the way to the guest room, he was hoping that her door would be open, but it wasn’t. He thought about going in there and initiating the sex, which he knew they both wanted, but he wasn’t willing to blow the potential of a good relationship on one night’s sex. He went to the guest room hoping that he was doing all the right things, especially now that he decided that his needs and wants would not always be first.

Tomorrow would be an interesting challenge and learning experience for them both.

To be continued…

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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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She woke slowly. They always slept soundly after. Now it was morning. It was the Day-After.

She heard him up. He was in the kitchen. A little smile came to her face. She knew his mind was already at work on a little surprise. He always made extra efforts to please her the Day-After.

It had started months ago. Just an offhand remark by a coworker. By the time of the remark, he was trained to please. To him, pleasing her felt very, very good.

It was something said by a female coworker. The coworker was complaining about men. How they were so selfish and ignore you the Day-After. He had heard the hurt in the women’s voice. Her hurt had hurt him – Was he less than pleasing the Day-After?

He had asked his Lady about it that evening. He had described to her what the woman had said. Told her his thoughts on hearing it. Described how he had felt. Was he guilty also? Was he less pleasing the Day-After? Had he hurt her like this other woman had been hurt? He needed to know.

She had pouted playfully when he asked the question. Instantly, she saw it in his eyes. The recognition of were he could be more pleasing. She had told him he was still pleasing the Day-After. But her pout already had his mind working. He was such a good boy. Always looking for ways to please.

That had been months ago. She had been so pleased how his mind had adjusted his Day-After activities. Her breakfast in bed had been the first surprise. Now it was part of his morning routine.

She looked up. There he stood by the bed size. Her breakfast tray in his hand. She smiled. To her regular breakfast, he had added strawberries dipped in chocolate. MMMM, she thought. He knew that she liked strawberries. He knew she liked chocolate. Today, he had combined the two for her pleasure.

She was very pleased and she told him so. She hear the little catch in his breath. She knew he was experiencing pleasure from pleasing her. He was her good boy.

What more would he do today? The Day-After, breakfast was just a start. She had told him many of her likes over the years. His ears had heard it all. His subconscious had recorded it all. On the Day-After, some of her words would come back to his mind. His mind would then form a plan to provide her with a little surprise of his love – a card, an email, a single rose delivered to her work, a DVD, dinner, a play – so many possibilities. She say in his eyes something more was coming. He needed to be extra pleasing the Day-After. Such a good boy. So well trained.

By the time she finished breakfast, he was dressed for work. They kissed. For a moment she thought about taking him again. But she remembered he had an important meeting first thing this morning. And she would need to get up herself soon. Life sometime interrupted …

As she drove to work, she thought about him and knew he would be thinking about her. He would be working on her additional surprise. She knew it was coming. She knew she would like it. She always found this anticipation pleasing. She smiled. He was such a good boy. He was so well trained.

Tomorrow, his attentions would return to a normal level. He will still be pleasing, just back to normal.

Yes, tomorrow, she thought, his attention will return to normal, unless she decided to make tomorrow the Day-After also.

She smiled at this last thought, got out of her car, and went into work.

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