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This is a continuation of my previous story, The Conference Call. I hope you enjoy.
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It had been almost three months since Larry’s business trip. Before he left I had decided to indulge his kinky, submissive tendencies while he was away. I had drafted a series of emails to play on his submissive desires. My initial intention was to play with him long distance and have it all end when he got back home. What I hadn’t counted on though, was the enjoyment I got from our little game. In fact, I was having so much fun myself that I had kept the game going for a few days after he returned.
I knew he held some submissive feelings but was actually surprised at how far he allowed me to carry things. Truth be told, I am more of a submissive myself but couldn’t help relishing in the power he allowed me to wield over him. I love him deeply and am happy to give him this pleasure he craves. I couldn’t do it full time but it is fun. More than I ever thought it would be. In fact, it got me wondering how far I could push him. How far he would let me go.
It also got me thinking about my own submissive desires. There was a part of me that wanted to be in his shoes. Wanted to submit to someone. Wanted to have someone control me and indulge my kinky desires.
I doubted Larry could be that man. I didn’t believe he had it in him to be that dominant person. I could see now, he was a submissive through and through. If I were to ever experience being the submissive, it would have to be with someone else.
The biggest problem was that I wasn’t sure I could do that or that Larry would allow me to do that. He seemed to like the fantasy of me being with another man but reality would be something completely different. Compound that with me being a submissive to that other man and there was always the chance it would cause friction between us.
We had the occasional discussion but they mostly centered around him and his fantasies. While some of those fantasies included me with another man, I had not yet told him about my submissive desires in such a scenario.
Still, I was giving him what he wanted. Surely he wouldn’t deny me what I wanted, if I truly wanted it. This was something that we would really need to talk through thoroughly. If we were ever going to get there, we would both have to agree and be comfortable with it. It would be a slow process but I definitely wanted to try.
It was a Sunday evening that I decided it was time to play some more. I was going to indulge his kinks during the week, culminating in a very fun weekend. Along the way I would start the process of getting a feel for whether or not he would ever agree to allowing me to submit to another man.
We climbed into bed for the night and I put my hand under the covers and put it on his thigh. He immediately turned towards me. I could tell he was trying to get me to touch his cock but I kept my hand far enough away to deny him that pleasure. I looked him in the eye and said,
“I’ve decided I want to play with my sissy husband again. You may sleep here tonight, if you promise to be good. We will start first thing in the morning and if you are good for the entire week, there will be rewards on the weekend.”
With that, I rolled over, told him to turn out the lights and I drifted off to sleep.
When his alarm went off, he didn’t hit the snooze button like he normally does. He was up right away. My guess was that he was excited to start our game and was wide awake even before the alarm sounded.
He’s usually up, dressed and out the door before I get out of bed and he’s generally considerate enough to try to be quiet so as not to wake me.
This morning, however, I was also awake early. I guess I was excited for the week ahead as well. I stirred a little to get his attention as he started towards our master bathroom.
“That is not your bathroom,” I told him in a somewhat stern tone. “And I want you clean shaven before you leave for work. Come to me for inspection before you get dressed.”
He literally ran out into the hall and into the other bathroom. I giggled and thought to myself, ‘so eager to please.’ I got up, closed the bedroom door and climbed back into my warm bed.
He returned about 20 minutes later. I heard his hand on the doorknob and saw it turn. He stopped himself before pushing it open and released it. He knocked. I grinned to myself and told him he could enter.
I ordered him to stand at the foot of my bed with hands on his head and legs spread. His stiff cock gave away his excitement and I really wanted to tease him a bit but I also didn’t want to make him late for work. I did a quick inspection, told him he missed a few hairs and that he could expect an appropriate punishment when he came home this evening. Then I told him to put his cage on, get dressed and get to work.
As he got to the bedroom door, I said, “And leave the keys on the kitchen counter.”
I heard him leave a little while later. I pulled my favorite dildo from my istanbul Escort Bayan nightstand and slipped it into my very wet pussy. I was indeed enjoying this power. I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pics for later teasing and brought myself to a fabulous orgasm. The pictures would be the perfect thing to use throughout the week to torment and tease him.
I got myself out of bed and got ready for work. Downstairs I found the keys on the kitchen counter. I put one in my purse. I’d find a suitable hiding place in the house for it later. The other I slipped onto the necklace I was wearing. It sat below the neckline of my blouse so it wouldn’t be visible unless I pulled it out. Only I would know it was there. In time he would know too. As I drove to work I couldn’t decide if I should take a picture of the key around my neck and send it to him or to let him discover it there this evening at home.
At lunch time I sent him a text.
“I want to see my cock. Send me a picture”.
A few minutes later my phone buzzed. It was a photo, obviously in a bathroom stall, of his caged cock.
“Good boy. And very prompt. I hope my cock likes its cage. It will be there all week. Its release this weekend depends on your behavior.”
He responded immediately, “Yes, Mistress.”
I decided to plant a seed and to gage his reaction. I sent one of the pics of my dildo in my pussy with a message.
“My favorite cock. It’s not as good as the real thing but since I don’t have one of those yet, it will have to do for now. We’ll have to see if we can find me a real one so I can get a proper fucking.”
Again, he responded immediately, “Yes, Mistress.”
Well, I thought, no objections. I really didn’t expect any. We had role played things like this before. Still, actually doing it was a long way off. I told him to delete my picture and went back to work.
At about two in the afternoon I drafted an email.
My Sissy Husband,
Today begins a week of service to me. If you are very good, I may consider releasing my cock on Sunday. Your behavior will influence that decision. For starters here are some of the rules we will observe.
At home:
You will be naked at all times, unless I say otherwise, of course.
When we find ourselves in the same room, you will kneel unless I give you permission to stand or duties necessitate it.
My bedroom is off limits unless I give you permission to enter.
You will do all the cooking and cleaning.
You will only speak when given permission.
Away from home:
You will wear panties. I do hope you were smart enough to put some on this morning.
You will answer my calls and texts as promptly as possible. Do not risk your job. A delay may result in a punishment but is better than the alternative.
You will check your email regularly.
I am sure you already know the other basics and I shouldn’t have to list them here. Your safe word is octopus.
Mistress
I sent the email and finished out my workday deciding to tell him about wearing the key later this evening.
He’s usually home first and today was no exception. I came through the door and went upstairs to change. He was in the kitchen, I assumed getting things prepped to cook dinner.
When I came back down I told him to bring me a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa. I still had the necklace and key on and made sure it was clearly visible outside the t-shirt I was now wearing.
He came with a glass of red and held it out for me. I could see his eyes focused on the key as it hung around my neck. I reached out, grabbed his balls and gave them a slight squeeze. He flinched but otherwise managed to hold his position. I told him to put the glass on the end table and remain standing. I didn’t want him to spill or drop my wine. After he set the glass down I squeezed harder. This time he winced, but said nothing. I could see his cock filling the cage, trying to get hard.
I smiled and said, “Somebody likes pain, I see. How about humiliation. Do we like that too?”
He stood there, unmoving. His eyes were focused on the key while his cock bulged inside the cage. I squeezed some more.
“I see you’ve noticed the key,” I said. “I know what you’re thinking and yes, I have been wearing it all day. I wonder if anyone noticed? If anyone did they didn’t ask about it. But we have a whole week ahead of us, so someone is bound it get curious and ask, don’t you think? Should I tell them the truth? Would you like that? Someone else knowing how I keep my sissy’s little cock all locked up.”
His red face and throbbing cock gave away his excitement. I could feel it pulsating as I firmly held his balls. I ran my index finger over the head of his cock through the bars of the cage. He was leaking. I released his balls and brought my finger to my lips and licked it. “Mmmmm.” I grabbed my glass, took a sip and reclined back into the sofa.
“How long before dinner,” I inquired, adding istanbul Escort that he was allowed to answer.
“About twenty minutes, Mistress, ” he said.
I waved my hand and said, “Go away.”
He scurried back into the kitchen.
I turned on the television and relaxed a bit. I wasn’t really watching or listening. My mind was occupied with other thoughts. I was trying to imagine how far he would let me go.
Would he let me expose him, naked and in chastity, to someone else? He seemed to enjoy humiliation and being exposed like that to someone other than me would certainly fit that bill. Once again, though, fantasy was one thing, reality something completely different.
The idea certainly appealed to me. I was getting excited at the thought. Without consciously realizing it, my free hand had found its way down to my pussy. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was lightly rubbing myself as I imagined his humiliation and excitement.
It was only Monday and already I was wondering if I could make it through the week without his cock. He’s got a talented tongue and we have an assortment of toys but nothing is quite like the real thing. I needed some dick. At the same time, I was determined to keep him in his cage until the weekend. There was another option and I began imagining myself fucking another man.
Dinner was ready and I ate at the dining room table with him kneeling next to me. While eating I had an idea. I finished and returned to the couch. I sipped my wine and gave him time to eat and clean up.
When I thought he was finished cleaning I summoned him. He ran into the living room and stood before me. I pointed to the floor.
“When you are in my presence you will be on your knees unless I say otherwise,” I said sternly. “Did you not read my email. One day and already two infractions.”
He immediately dropped to his knees but had a confused look on his face.
“Have you already forgotten about your poor shaving performance this morning,” I reminded him. ” I think it’s time to nip this in the bud.”
It wasn’t my original plan but discipline was in order. We had discussed it but had not actually engaged in it. I decided to see how he would react to some real discipline.
“Upstairs,” I ordered, pointing to the stairway. “Go up to your room. I want you kneeling at the foot of your bed when I get there.”
“Now! Go!” I was practically yelling. I wasn’t mad but I wanted him to know who was in charge.
He jumped up and ran up the stairs.
I relaxed on the couch and finished my glass of wine. No rush, I thought. I’ll let him ponder what was coming. Let his imagination wander.
I refilled my glass and made my way up the stairs. I went into my room first and grabbed one of my hairbrushes. It was wide and flat, about the size of a large hand.
I had spanked him once before. As I recall, it was twenty playfully light swats. This would be more. Not only more than twenty, this would not be the playful, kinky fun like before. This would need to be a real punishment to improve his behavior. It would not be enjoyable, at least not for him.
When I walked into his room he was kneeling at the foot of the bed. I instructed him to lay on the bed face down with his pillow under his torso and his ass in the air. I reached between his legs and pulled his caged cock and balls out behind him.
I decided it best to restrict his hands. We keep ties hidden at each corner of the bed. I pulled out the two at the top and told him to attach them to his wrists. He didn’t need to be immobile. I just didn’t want him to have the ability to cover himself with his hands.
When I was satisfied that everything was ready, I sat on the bed and placed a hand on his ass. As I lightly stroked, I said,
“So, here we are. On just the first day. I know that it can be difficult for you since we do not have this dynamic on a full time basis, however, I expect you to put forth your very best effort. You seem to be less than fully committed, therefore, discipline is in order. I want you to understand that this probably won’t be pleasurable for you. I hope that this one time will be sufficient and there will be no further infractions.”
I paused there to let my words sink in. I wanted him to understand that I intended to inflict real pain. I also wanted to offer him the opportunity to stop me. After all, I didn’t really want to subject him to anything he truly did not want to do but I suspected that he had a masochistic streak in him.
After a few minutes of silence, giving him the opportunity to think about what was to come, I continued.
“Husband, I don’t want you to believe that you have no choice here. I want you to tell me now exactly what you are thinking and whether or not you want me to continue with your punishment. I will not think less of you no matter what your decision is. I want to know that you are okay with what we are about to do. We will only proceed if you say so. Escort istanbul So tell me now. What thoughts are running through your head.”
He raised his head slightly and said,
“Mistress, I believe I fully understand what we are about to do here. I know I deserve punishment and am prepared for that. I know I can tell you to stop right now and I remember my safe word. I want you to proceed.”
I got up off the bed and grabbed my hairbrush.
“Very well,” I said as I reared back. I swung forward saying, “Then let’s begin.”
The first blow landed on his ass with a loud “SMACK”. He let out a scream but remained relatively still.
“WHACK”, “WHACK”, “WHACK”
After his initial yell, he managed to stifle the noises he made, reducing them to small grunts and moans. I paused after the tenth blow to gauge his reaction and to give myself a break.
He said nothing and kept his head facing forward, making no attempt to look back at me. His hands were gripping the restraint cord tightly. Without warning I continued.
“WHACK”, “WHACK”, “WHACK”
Ten more blows. He remained as he was. Still silent, gripping the lines. His ass was now a beautiful shade of pink. I brought my free hand down and rested it on his ass cheek and he flinched at my touch. It was warm. No, it was hot. The warmth gave me a tingling feeling all over. He might be in pain but I was finding this exciting. I was getting wet. He had masochistic tendencies, did I have sadist ones?
I let my hand wander over his ass, savoring its warmth. I moved lower and drug just my fingernails across his exposed ballsack. He flinched at my touch and when he did, I raised my hand and slapped his balls, hard. He clenched his ass cheeks and his body went stiff but he did not yell out or complain.
I looked at his caged cock. Hia cock was hard, bulging against the bars of the cage. In spite of the pain I was inflicting he was excited too. It was because of the pain. He did enjoy it.
I went back to the hairbrush. I was not gentle and I could hear his stifled cries as I reached thirty. Again I paused my assault on his ass and gave his balls another hard slap.
I repeated the sequence of ten blows with the hairbrush and a slap to the balls two more times. At fifty I decided he had had enough.
I laid the hairbrush down and put both hands on his burning red ass. I could feel the heat and it made me wet. As I gently caressed his cheeks my sexual arousal grew. Suddenly all I could think about was my own pleasure. My own orgasm. I wanted to get myself off right then and there.
I had to make sure he was okay first. It would not be good or right to leave him. He was still laying on the bed, face forward. He had not moved a muscle. I leaned forward so I could see his face. His face was flush and his eyes were red and glassy. He was on the verge of tears. I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand.
“Are you okay,” I asked?
He nodded but did not speak.
I then said, “I want you to answer honestly, are you okay. I truly need to know.”
He turned his head slightly towards me and said, “Yes, I’m okay. It hurts. A lot. But I’m good.”
I reached back and took hold of his caged cock and balls. If they were any indication he was not only okay, he was excited. His cock filled the cage. I gave his balls a squeeze.
I released my grip and rose from the bed. As I walked away I told him, “Don’t move a muscle. I will be right back.”
I went to my room and stripped. My panties were soaked. I went into the closet and got my largest toy. It was a very realistic looking cock, seven inches long. It was bigger and thicker than Larry’s cock. It also had a set of very large balls at the base.
As I reentered his room I paused at the doorway and said, “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say so.”
I placed a pillow against the headboard and climbed up onto the bed. I spread my legs and positioned myself directly in front of him, my very wet pussy at eye level. His eyes remained closed but I’m sure he knew exactly where I was.
I began rubbing to tip of the dildo across the swollen lips of my pussy as I addressed him in a very hushed, almost whispering tone.
“You have taken your punishment well my sissy husband. So well that I have decided to give you a special treat. I want you to know that giving you your punishment has made your Mistress hot, horny and aching for cock. I am in need of a good fucking and since you are incapable of performing that task, I will get what I need from one of my friends. I want you to keep your eyes closed for now but I may let you watch at some point.”
“Would you like that,” I asked? “Would you like to see your Mistress’ perfect pussy as it gets fucked by one of her friends?”
His head nodded several times but his eyes remained closed. I teased him some more.
“I’m using one of my friends today. My big one, in fact.”
I was sure he knew which toy I was referring to.
“You do agree, however, that your Mistress deserves a real cock from a real man,” I said, matter of factly. “Something more than your little sissy clitty. Your locked up little nub couldn’t possibly satisfy me like a real cock could, don’t you agree?”
I continued to play with myself as I teased him. He continued to nod his head.
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