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Am here to accept any one that wanna be dominated
Classic. Husband humiliation by wife.LOVE her deliciously humiliating verbal abuse and complete control over him.
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My story
I've been jotting down some of the lifestyle I live and pondering the thought of writing a book. I've already completed quite a few chapters based upon my own and violets journey. There are parts that are unfortunately not true (the part about being mega rich lol) but the rest and most of what I get up to are pretty accurate. I'd be interested in anyone's feedback and hope you enjoy chapter 1 & 2
Ma'am xx
Chapter 1
Sitting in the car with the engine purring softly Mike was trying to pinpoint exactly when it was that his life had changed so dramatically. Sure he knew the reason behind the change, but the journey from then to now was the puzzle he couldn't put down. Deep in thought he analysed it from every angle and got no closer to an answer, there were so many variables that had swept him along on this tsunami of change it made it virtually impossible to plot its progress. Maybe it was pointless even trying to dissect his circumstances, after all he was happy now, or at least as happy as he could be given his present situation. His cock took the opportunity to remind him of his situation as it twitched and ached for release from within its caged steel prison.
The auto windscreen wipers came to his rescue as they kicked in, scraping in tortured protest against the semi dry windshield. Breaking his pondering the noise had startled him as the first light patter of raindrops activated the automatic wiper system. Hopefully it would pass rather than turn into a full blown storm, but with his luck he expected the worst, maybe I'll get lucky he thought, maybe it's just an April shower. The idea of duelling with traffic on the long drive home whilst battling the elements definitely held no appeal. Looking up he could see the clouds were dark and pensive which matched his mood perfectly.
It wasn't that Mike wasn't happy with his life, he was, it was simply that it had changed beyond all recognition. Now that he considered it fully he knew he wasn't just happy, he was ecstatically happy and so deeply in love it took his breath away. In a matter of just a few months his life had turned upside down and his world felt like it would never be the same again.
At thirty five Mike considered himself to be in his prime, he was just short of being six foot tall, had a decent head of dark chestnut hair and had looked after his body which although not muscular was still reasonably fit. It was a legacy from his years of hillwalking and playing squash.
Mike had worked as a mid level computer programmer for a large pharmaceutical company for several years prior to the global economic crisis. The unfortunate impact of crashing financial markets, high unemployment and deep budget cuts swept through most parts of the economy and pharmaceutical company's felt the impact the same as any other business. Unfortunately as a result Mike was made redundant in a purge on overheads that saw the company downsized to reduce operating costs. With the small redundancy payout he received he had found his options limited, after paying off some pressing bills he used the last of it to enrol in a local university. If he could increase his skills he reasoned, his search for new employment would be far more promising.
It was whilst on the second year of his postgraduate course that he met Samantha Kimble. She was a renowned guest speaker in the field of computer programming and fired the students imagination with the passion she had for technological advancement. She explored and expanded upon the possibilities it could achieve in a modern computer managed society, her main focus had been on invasive programming and the difficulties in combatting it.
Samantha Kimble had made a huge impression on Mike, it wasn't just her passion for the subject, it was also obvious that her programming abilities dwarfed his own by a considerable measure, as far as he could tell she possessed a formidable intellect and unstoppable drive.
Mike was instantly attracted to her, although he knew she was way out of his league he couldn't resist trying to get to know her better. Since the redundancy and change of circumstances his self confidence was at an an all time low, his romantic and sexual aspirations in that particular direction were virtually nonexistent but nevertheless it was worth a go. He knew he didn't have a hope but she was the sort of woman that he'd go to hell and back for if he got the chance. His cock twitched again and pounded against the steel cock cage as he remembered the first time he kissed those soft velvet lips. The fact that he'd actually been successful in winning her heart was beyond his comprehension. Even now, with his locked cock rebelling in its prison, he counted himself the luckiest bastard alive.
Aged just twenty three Samantha Kimble had an amazing body, her legs were long and shapely, topped off with a pert tight butt that could be taken to court and sued for impersonating a peach. As for her breasts they were firm, well rounded and seemed to defy the laws of gravity, they were also crowned with the most perfect pink nipples that always appeared to be visibly erect beneath the tight tops she wore. But even that wasn't the reason he fell for her. It was something he couldn't quantify easily, it was all of those things that drew him in but there was so much more. In part it was the way that she carried her five foot ten inch frame that captured his attention. She moved with the fluid grace of a woman in control with hips swaying and attitude etched into every step. Whenever he watched her she reminded him of a panther, coiled muscles ready to launch at its unsuspecting prey in a flurry of teeth and claws.
To Mike she was a predator, sleek focused and deadly. Combine all of that in a package topped off with a wild mane of tousled long blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes and no man, and very few women for that matter, couldn't help but take a second look.
Samantha Kimble simply oozed confident sexuality from every pore of her body, but it was when she smiled that her features moved from beautiful to stunning. It was infectious, childlike and filled with innocent wonder that encouraged those around her to smile too. Outwardly it appeared as if she didn't understand the effect she had on those around her and yet nothing could be further from the truth.
The rain started to become more incessant as it danced across the windscreen, big fat drops started to conspire together and pour in lazy little rivulets before being swept away in a whoosh by the wiper blade. As the minutes ticked by he watched as the evening sky prematurely darkened, not much longer now he thought, Ma’am’s plane had landed over fifteen minutes ago. He shook his head, partly in disbelief, partly in resignation, his beautiful young wife had forbidden him from using her real name and had insisted on the honorific title of ‘Ma’am’ He was in no position to argue with the constant presence of his chastity cage reminding him of his role in their marriage.
It hadn't always been this way, there was a time when they shared everything together as equals, dining, romancing, loving and oh boy did they fuck up a storm or two of their own. That all changed nearly twelve months ago. He still couldn't believe how he'd risked everything over a cheap thrill that almost saw his marriage fracture beyond repair. The tight little cock cage was the resulting cost he now had to bear.
One of the advantages of having money was being able to charter your own personal jet. Samantha Kimble was wealthy enough to be able to never worry about money again. It wasn't that she was fixated with money it was actually the opposite. She never measured her success on wealth or social standing, she simply used money to make her life easier and right now it sped her through the airport security systems at a speed no typical passenger could begin to imagine.
Samantha had been an astute business woman and computer genius. At the age of twenty one she had designed and pioneered a programme that had the potential to change the entire world of cyber security. It had a multifaceted encrypted logarithm of firewalls that when attacked could analyse and combat anything that threatened it. What made it stand out from the crowd was a subtle little sub program she'd embedded in the system that almost instantly analysed and learnt from the attack before chasing it back to its source destroying the threat and rendering the attacking system useless. When she initially tried to market her programme she found chauvinism at every turn. She was treated like a naive young girl who was out of her depth in a world dominated by businessmen and computer geeks.
Oh how it frustrated her when she wasn't taken seriously but it also gave her an added edge. It was an edge she exploited so successfully that within eighteen months all the worlds major banking systems, smart phones, technology based industries and even governments were using her encryption software. Barely six months after that at the age of twenty three she was so wealthy she would never need to work again. She was set for a life of leisure and indulgence had she wanted it, but rather than sit back and squander her ability she felt a need to keep busy. With several projects on the go Samantha managed to find a balance in her life, one of those projects was travelling around the country to give lectures to other programmers, to share her visions and encourage others to follow in her footsteps.
As an attendant whisked her through the airports VIP arrivals lounge Samantha found her excitement building. Although she was often away on various projects she found keeping busy helped her cope with her longing to see Mike again. Of course he wasn’t really Mike anymore, his new persona that she'd delighted in inflicting upon him was Violet. She wondered how Violet was coping in her clit cage, she guessed with a fair degree of certainty her poor pet had struggled since they'd last been together over a week ago. This last assignment had been quite tough on the both of them. She much preferred having Violet with her but it simply wasn't practical. She had been in photo studios and conducting interviews for time life magazine who were featuring her as a contender for entrepreneur of the decade. Each day started at 5am and didn't finish until after midnight. When the interviewer had asked about her personal life and managing a relationship with her demanding business interests she had simply said how happy they were together. There was no need for them to know that her marriage had almost failed, nor did they need to hear about her solution to it. Thinking back she secretly wondered if Violet had always had submissive tendencies.
On first meeting Mike she had sensed something about him, although there was an instant attraction Samantha rarely acted on impulse with physical relationships. For her it was an attraction of the mind that counted, the fact that Mike had an air of maturity and wasn't bad looking was an additional bonus. The real thing that piqued her interest was his oddly attractive vulnerability. Maybe it was losing his job that had brought out this side of his nature or some other crisis in his life. Whatever the reason Samantha found herself warming to Mike. Within twelve moths incredibly he had won her over.
The whirlwind romance and subsequent wedding took all their friends by surprise. No expense was spared as the happy couple made their vows to each other on a private beach in Mauritius, the setting sun painted their love in a wild hue of colours no artist could ever match. It had been the fairytale wedding she had always dreamt of as a little girl.
As she exited the airport she saw him, parked up in the distinctive silver Mercedes e550 and awaiting her return as he had promised. She wasn't sure if Violet had even seen her yet but then her excitement grew as she saw his smile mirroring her own, he looked like a little boy being given his first ever puppy.
Violet in turn had spotted Ma’am almost immediately, it wasn't difficult with the army of airport assistants efficiently bustling around her with trolleys laden with baggage. These they loaded into a separate vehicle to be delivered directly to her door whilst escorting Samantha under the protection of umbrellas the short distance to where Violet waited. Jumping out of the car without a thought to the rain Violet gathered up Ma’am in a hug of heartfelt joy.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“Well someone's glad to see me” Ma’am exclaimed as she was swept up in an embrace of pure joy. “I've got to be honest I've missed you too my good little girl” she said as she held Violet tightly.
She felt her pet stiffen for a heartbeat in embarrassed acceptance, her words a gentle reminder of their positions in the pecking order.
“Yes Ma’am, the house has been a lonely place without you there, I'm so glad you're back! It's always great speaking to you and seeing you on video calls but it's just not the same as being with you”
Violet calmed herself as she basked in the warmth of having her owner home.
“Everything is prepared Ma’am, there's champagne on ice and sugar dusted strawberries waiting to help you unwind”
Violet opened the passenger door and ushered his mistress within. No matter how much he tried he couldn't get the silly grin off his face.
The thought of chilled champagne, strawberries and a hot bath was just what the doctor ordered to help Ma’am relax.
“Thank you Violet, it appears that someone's keen to earn some brownie points” she laughed as she patted the locked clit as Violet took her place beside her in the drivers seat.
Oh she had so many ways she was planning on unwinding and getting back to Violets training. So many ideas and thoughts had invaded her dreams lately, some so perverted and nasty she almost blushed. Each morning she would awake soaking wet with arousal, her fingers quickly bringing her to an orgasm that didn't fully satisfy her. Nothing other than Violets suffering would bring her the satisfaction she craved.
As they sped through the rush hour traffic the storm had finally opened up and the deluge of rain hammered down with typical spring ferocity. Luckily it didn't last long and soon give way to a calmer more composed light drizzle. With the rain easing off and the traffic thinning out they made good progress. The journey from the airport to Ma’am’s estate would take nearly an hour and gave them plenty of time to catch up on daily events. Ma’am gave Violet a rundown of her past week and then Violet did the same. Both were grateful to fall back into their usual routine. It felt reassuring like putting on an old pair of slippers. They may have been apart for a week but the comfortable mundane chat was exactly what they both needed.
As they drove along Ma’am placed a hand on Violets thigh, it was innocent enough and even though it never moved higher Violet instantly found her locked clit responding with little tremors of hoped for release. Every now and then when she thought her mistress wasn't looking Violet would glance in her direction, the very sight of her was intoxicating and inflamed her need. Ma’am was wearing her favourite Chanel perfume, it was a quintessential part of her presence and it combined perfectly with her soft feminine aroma. The familiar fragrance caused Violet to shiver with need whilst wrapping her in a blanket of comfort.
The rest of the journey home was uneventful, Ma’am had fallen asleep with her hand still resting on Violets thigh. During the drive Violets mind kept mulling over some of the things Ma’am had mentioned on video chat that would be taking place this weekend. The thoughts caused her small denied cock to stretch in desperation against the unforgiving steel cage. Of course she wasn't allowed to refer to it as a cock anymore, that was a serious punishable offence, neither was referring in anyway to a time before her training. Since everything had changed it was now her clit or clitty! She wasn't even allowed to refer to herself as a man anymore, a man she was told would never allow their cock to be caged or give cause for it to be caged.
With the change in Ma’am’s attitude lately Violet was in no doubt that any release, any pleasure at all would come at a cost. Although She may hate or love it the bare simple fact was that she had no choice. The thought both terrified and excited her.
Turning the key in the door and entering the code to disable the alarm Violet moved aside allowing Ma’am to enter first. It felt so good to be back home, quickly she removed her coat and skimmed through the pile of mail on the hallway table. As Ma’am was preoccupied Violet quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare her owners drink, she had already set up the small silver tray, residing in the centre was single cut crystal champagne flute. Popping a lone deep red strawberry into the bottom of the glass she then sprinkled a small dish of strawberries she'd prepared earlier with a light dusting of vanilla sugar. Next came the champagne, a bottle of Krug Clos d'Ambonnay, she carefully broke the seal and eased the cork out with a skill born from familiar practice. Even though she tried to stay focused Violet found erotic thoughts and images ambushing her mind, punishing her and enticing her in a cycle of frustration and longing.
“Violet” came the call from the lounge, how she hated and loved that name, a name now used more and more often. It was another form of control and humiliation, yet at the same time it was hers, a special name used by the woman she adored.
“Yes Ma’am” she replied as she quickly went to see what her mistress wanted. Setting down the silver tray she handed over the champagne and strawberries.
“Mmm it's so good to be home Violet” taking a large plump strawberry she popped it into her mouth and savoured the sweet sugared flesh. Washing it down with a sip of chilled champagne she eased back into the sofa and kicked off her three inch Christian Louboutin
stilettos. “Oh you have no idea how good that feels Violet” her eyes closed and a sigh of relief escaped her soft lips.
“Was there a reason you didn't curtesy” the simply phrased question asked in such an innocent manner still caused Violet to jump.
“Sorry Ma’am, I errr, sorry” she quickly performed a curtesy. It looked oddly out of place with Violet still dressed in her male clothing. Violet was only allowed male clothing whilst running errands away from the estate.
Ma’am raised an eyebrow but didn't press the transgression any further, Violet knew from previous experience that this wouldn't be the end of it.
“You can go fill my bath now Violet, and lay out my towels and dressing gown” Turning to leave Violet gave another quick curtsy and headed upstairs.
Curtsying was one of Violets pet hates, she would often simply just give a quick bend of her legs or purposely avoid doing it all together whenever she could get away with it. Most of the time she was successful as Ma’am didn't usually appear to, or chose not to notice the lack of respect. It was a small rebellious victory but it was hers.
Soon the bath was ready, filled with hot scented foam and illuminated by an array of dancing flames from the strategically placed candles. The sound of rain resumed outside, softly tapping at the window as Violet went to inform her mistress.
Quickly undressing Ma’am eased herself into the hot soothing water, her discarded clothes left strewn on the floor without a care or thought to their disposal. The water was deep and scented with a lavender and camomile bath gel, it was hot enough to elicit a satisfying sigh from Ma’am as she immersed herself in the luxurious bathtub.
With a quick curtsy Violet picked up the discarded clothes and deposited them into the laundry hamper before going to lay out Ma’am’s silk dressing gown, the large fluffy bath towels were already placed on the heated towel holder and were warming nicely.
As Ma'am relaxed in her bath it was Violets task to ensure there was a clean ashtray, Ma’am’s one bad habit was smoking. In fairness it was more of an occasional indulgence than a habit, however Ma’am wasn't opposed to smoking a bit of weed when the mood took her, she often had a joint to melt away her cares after a busy day. An additional benefit to the weed was she also found it stoked the fires of her imagination when it came to using Violet.
Violet completed her tasks and awaited her mistress, by the time Ma'am was exiting the bath she was ready. Lowering her eyes Violet held the warmed bath towel high as Ma'am stepped out of the bath. Violet knew it was wrong but quickly took a peek at Ma'am's breasts as she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in the towel. Her clit was throbbing continuously in its cage, the sight of Ma’am’s naked body, flushed pink from the heated water and glistening with a myriad of water droplets increased her ache tenfold.
“Violet you naughty girl, did you just look at my boobs?” The question was so casual and playful she almost didn't reply. After the briefest of pauses she decided it was better to be honest.
“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am” she could feel herself getting flustered at being caught out, damn she needed to be more careful. She was fully expecting a severe telling off or worse.
What she wasn't prepared for was the softer amused tone Ma’am took.
“You are so naughty Violet” Ma’am continued, her voice barely above a whisper as she went on, “you know that boobs are for real men with real cocks, men who can control their cocks and know how to satisfy a women? The question was obviously rhetorical.
“You on the other hand get far too excited, your clitty can't handle them.” As she said this Ma’am reached out and patted the front of Violets jeans. “I know it's difficult Violet but you just have to learn, I know you try hard but it's for your own good”
As Ma'am continued her hand began to gently rub and caress Violets locked clit through the material, without a care to the ache building inside Ma’am continued with her explanation.
“Many women wouldn't consider this to be a cock, it's so small that it's of no use to anyone, even if it was much bit bigger your total lack of control is very off putting.”
“No, I'm afraid that no woman would be sexually attracted to such a pathetically small cock making silly little messes every time they touch it.”
The shame that swept through Violet must have been noticeable as Ma’am half smiled at her pets discomfort.
“You need to understand Violet that without my kindness you would never be unlocked again” At this point Ma’am’s hand had stopped stroking and instead took a much firmer grip.
“So it's quite simple, you either do as you're told or suffer the consequences. You should be on your knees daily thanking me that I don't make your chastity permanent because without my say so your sad little clit would never be touched again.” The emphasis on the word never hung in the air, a threat of permanent chastity with no unlocking caused Violets heart to skip a beat.
“Of course Violet I wouldn't want to see that happen but if necessary a three or six month total lockup might also be on the agenda, it all depends on how well you behave or if you can keep me happy. The words were casual no different in tone or intensity than someone asking the time of day or choosing a chocolate from a selection box, their power however hit Violet a sledgehammer!
Her mind was reeling, Ma’am wouldn't do that would she? The fear of such a sentence was unthinkable but the seriousness of the threat couldn't be ignored. Ma’am had changed of late and Violet was no longer quite as confident of her ability of talk her way out of trouble. Her new approach to Violets control was both frightening and extremely erotic, her clit was going crazy in its cage and She couldn't afford any more fuckups.
“So is there anything you wish to say Violet?”
The words tumbled out of her mouth in a panic “I'm sorry Ma’am it won't happen again, I was wrong to look at your boobs please please forgive me Ma’am. I'll learn I’ll be a good girl just please give me another chance” The humiliation of referring to herself as a girl was bad enough but weighed against the possibility of total or long term chastity it paled into insignificance. Ma’am was right Violet thought, she needed to up her game, the inner slut inside her, the one that craved to be touched and controlled would do whatever it could avoid losing the chance of being unlocked.
“There's my good girl, hopefully it won't come to that” Ma’am left the comment hanging in the air between them, “here's the key you can get unlocked and shave fully whilst I get ready for bed. Once you're done give me a shout and I'll come and wash your clitty for you. Make sure you do a full shave and don't let me down Violet”
Settling into Ma’am’s discarded hot water Violet immediately set about with the razor. Shaving away all signs of pubic or bodily hair. This was a task she hated not only was it highly embarrassing it was tedious. Now with that threat hanging over it took on new importance. There were butterflies in her stomach at the thought of missing a single hair and Ma’am’s words were lodged firmly in her mind.
At last the job was done and although she'd truly done her best Violet was still unsure if she'd meet Ma’am’s standards. Plucking up the courage Violet respectfully called through to her mistress. “Ma’am I'm ready”
Kneeling down next to the bath her mistress picked up the soap and lathered up her hands “ok Violet lift up so I can access you properly”
As Violet raised herself up Ma’am quickly and unceremoniously took hold of Violets clit, oh my god the feeing was intense, a mixture of need, shame and pure lust coursed through her as Ma’am’s hands worked all around her redundant balls and between her legs. Fighting to keep her need under control was a pointless exercise as her clitty responded in its predictable way, growing and standing to attention as Ma’am took hold of it firmly and ran her soapy fingers up and down the shaft. “Oh Violet look at you, can't you show any self control?” There was a touch of amused exasperation in her voice as she took a firmer hold and soaped all around the head.
Almost instantly Violet knew she was in trouble, she didn't have the ability or control to withstand Ma’am’s touch as her breath quickened and an orgasm approached almost instantly. The ache and need to shoot her cum, to feel it spurt and gush from her denied & exposed clitty was intense. Within seconds she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back, hell she didn't want to hold back but again the choice was taking away from her as Ma’am removed her hands and a soft sob escaped through Violets clenched teeth.
“Violet Violet Violet, you weren't about to make a little mess where you?”
Ma’am’s soft mocking voice almost tipped her over the edge as she blushed in shame and nodded her head.
“You really do need to learn some self control young lady, I think it might be time we concentrated on that in your training, you need to learn that you can't just think of yourself and make little messes whenever you want!” A thoughtful expression quickly passed over Ma’am’s face as she idly splashed water over Violets straining clit to rinse away the soap. “Ok Violet it's time to lockup until later, hurry up there's a good girl”
Reaching for the locking ring Violet quickly enclosed it around her swollen balls, pinching it together with one hand as she tried to work the cage over her swollen head with the other. It was a difficult procedure with Ma’am watching impatiently. After a couple of fumbled efforts she managed to get it in place and push the lock through the eyelet whilst looking at Ma’am for her approval. Ma’am continued to look at Violet as she questioned “And?”
The question hung in the air between us, Violet always hated this part but knew what she had to do and knew better than to complain. “Ma’am would you be kind enough to lock my little clit away” inside she was squirming, hoping beyond hope Ma’am would relent and change her mind. That hope was immediately removed as she deftly reached out and clicked the lock shut. “Ok hurry up Violet, finish washing and get ready for bed.
Towelling herself dry the ache in her clitty was driving her insane. She had a feeling of unease, Ma’am’s threats continued to reverberate in her mind and what was the meaning of that look?
As she entered the bedroom Ma’am had laid out Violets nightwear, a short pink nighty, stretchy and restrictive pink satin panties and a pair of pink ankle socks with enormous white frilled edges and pink bows. Of all the garments it was the socks she hated. If anyone ever saw her in the nightie and panties she'd at least be able to pretend she was a crossdresser but the socks, they screamed out sissy and there'd be no explaining those away. The final accompaniment was the frilly little band of pink and white to decorate the steel ring of her cage. Strangely rather than putting her off the control factor again kicked in and she found herself getting excited and throbbing in her little clit cage. It'd been three long months since her last orgasm and her clit was pulsing uncontrollably.
Once Violet was ready Ma’am surprised her by patting the bed next to her, normally she only did that when she wanted access to Violets unlocked clit, this wasn't the normal routine and for a moment she wasn't sure if she was signalling what she thought she was signalling.
“Hurry up Violet let's get you into position we have a long night ahead of us” A disturbing smile played on her lips. “Spread your legs as you've been trained and be a good girl for me” Again a wave of humiliation and urgent need washed over Violet.
Taking up her place next to her mistress she was careful to ensure that her locked and panty encased clit was conveniently within reach before spreading her legs and putting her heels together. This often used position always left her exposed and accessible much to Ma’am’s amusement. As Ma’am made herself comfortable she casually placed her hand on Violets satin panties and ran a finger tormentingly over the outline of the cage. With a final warning to be a good girl she switched on the TV and settled down to watch her show.
Oh my god thought Violet as her desperation distilled into concentrated need, the cage as always restricted her clit to nothing more than a little toy to be ridiculed. Over and over Ma’am ran her fingers along the steel ridges of the cage, occasionally pausing, occasionally rubbing quicker or slower depending on her whims. Sometimes she'd stop altogether with her hand resting directly on the caged clit as if to test Violets ability to remain still, and test it she did! Inside Violet was screaming, sobbing and almost insane with desire, after nearly 20 minutes she was ready to sell my soul just to be allowed to get erect but the warning of three or six months lockup or worse forced her to remain still. By forty minutes she was aching so much that tears of desperation ran freely punctuated with the occasional stifled sob. Just five seconds of freedom was all she needed, five seconds being unlocked and with the slightest of touches she would surely be able to cum. But no, that small mercy wasn't granted and just as she was hoping things didn't get any worse they did.
Turning the TV off and hitting play on her iPod the soft jazz kicked in. Rolling over onto her side Ma’am started to gently nuzzle Violets neck, as she did so she stopped stroking her panties and moved her hand up slowly to Violets chest. The flimsy material of the babydoll nightie offered no protection and she soon found Violets highly sensitive nipples. First one and then the other received light caresses and playful scratches through the material, then her hand worked its way inside where, with the lightest of touches, she used her thumb to circle and lightly flick each nipple in turn. It was almost more than Violet could bear and soft groans now interlaced with her shallow breathing. The nuzzling which was tormenting now became more intense with Ma’am’s soft whispers.
“Tell me Violet how much you want me to put my hand down your pretty little panties, beg me to stroke your pretty little clit through your cage. I want to hear you beg to be used in any way I choose and then, if you convince me how sincere you are, I may even give your little clit a nice slow lick before I fall asleep.”
Violets heart was beating wildly, the urgent need was beyond her control and her clit was losing the battle with the chastity cage. No matter how desperate she became the confining steel cage would never allow her to get free. She had no choice or alternative other than to submit to Ma’am’s directions. Even though Violet knew any further attention to her trapped and raging need would only make it worse she was desperate for more, she needed more and like a bitch on heat would do anything, suffer anything for just a little more stimulation.
“Ma’am, would you please put your hand inside my panties I'm begging you. Please Ma’am I so want to feel you touching my little clit, to have you stroke it inside my pretty girly panties”
For a moment she almost faltered, humiliation piled on top of humiliation and a desire so strong it literally took her breath away, “I’ll be a good girl I promise, I'm begging you please please please touch my little clit and use me in any way you want. I'm so happy to be yours Ma’am, I want to be your little bitch and feel your control always.” Another stifled sob broke free.
In the silence that followed a smile of satisfaction played over Ma’am’s lips.
“Oh Violet, you really are desperate aren't you? I've only been away a week and look at you panting and sobbing. There'll be a cost for being such a slutty little bitch, naughty girls who want their panties pulled down also have to learn pleasure comes at a price.”
The amused mock sympathy in her voice shook Violet, the immediate result was a clit that tingled and pulsed beyond anything it'd ever experienced before.
“Ok Violet I'm probably spoiling you but on this occasion I'm going to be nice to you, it's really naughty of you but as you're still leaning I'll be kind. However, as you've made such a fuss I think tomorrow we need to get you strapped down for a proper discipline session.”
Without further talk Ma’am’s fingers relented their torment of Violets nipples and slid slowly down to her hungry little clit. Inch by inch they travelled lower until once again they rested casually on her caged clit. A few light tormenting strokes and then Violets heart almost stopped as she felt the elasticated waistband being pulled back. At the same time Ma’am had ceased her kissing of Violets neck and brought them to bear on Violets nipples, light little flicks of her hot wet tongue sending lightening bolts of pleasure through Violets body. Broken she sobbed aloud only to be hushed. The hot breath, the soft warm tongue teasing and circling her nipples and now finally a single finger began to brush against the inflamed flesh straining between the bars of her clit cage.
“Ma’am please” the words were torn involuntarily from her, “please I need to cum please Ma’am I can't take anymore!” She knew it was wrong, even before the words tumbled over themselves in their quest to be heard and she knew she'd made a grave mistake.
“Oh Violet, I'm so disappointed” the tone of Ma’am’s voice sounded so let down Violet actually felt guilty, even amidst everything that was going on the feeling of letting her mistress down hit her hard. Ma’am had a disconcerting knack of being able to get inside Violets head and tweak her feelings at will.
The feeling of guilt slowly turned to a feeling of fear as she felt Ma’am’s fingers slide out of her panties, this in turn quickly changed to panic as Ma’am lifted her fingers up to eye level and there like a stain of shame was Violets messy pre-cum coating her fingertips.
“What a naughty little girl you are Violet. Begging to cum, making noises, and so many other naughty mistakes, I think I’ll need to deal with this extremely harshly” as the words hit Violet she felt her encased balls tighten in fear and desperation. Wiping the mess from her fingers across Violets face Ma’am simply shook her head. “Get to sleep Violet, tomorrow evening I promise you that you'll learn what naughty girls suffer and suffer you will!” Turning over Ma’am ignored Violet as her pet got up and pulled the small mattress from beneath the oaken frame of Ma’am’s bed, she then positioned it in the usual place at the foot of her owners bed and settled down to sleep.
(via Put in My Place)
Specially tiny lock, no eraction allowed at all.
Hello Miss MS. Your blog is a great pleasure to read! Thank you for sharing your insight and thoughts and special thanks to answering all those questions. Speaking of pleasure I got to admit, my cage is getting really tight while reading. Again thank you. Personally I cant imagine to be submissive as your boy seams to be. I think its not my thing. But being quite curious, I constantly ask myself if this lifestyle would be possible for me too. Any thoughts on moving from curiosity to commitment?
I think you need to be honest and real with yourself, if your playing with chastity and becoming aroused at what your reading here then there's a good chance your submissive.
However there's a big difference to fantasising about these things and actually getting involved and living as a submissive in an arrangement. You need to be aware if you do find yourself in a Female-led relationship its exactly that, what I mean by that is she will lead and you will submit and follow. She may from time to time entertain your kinks and fantasises but the vast majority of it will be in her service and will involve not doing things you find kinky and fun so you need to be ready to give yourself up fully to her whims.
The other thing to remember is my FLR is well researched and established so don't expect to full into something like your reading all about here. Its takes time, blood, sweat, and tears and big sacrifices on your part before you will experience anything like what I have with my sub.
I can assure you its not all fun and games for you as the submissive and to steal a phrase I hear often made to subs "be careful what you wish for". My boy although very happy in my service has given up huge parts of hisself to be in my collar and spends many many hours tolling away doing boring house work or hand washing my delicates, I know he hates all that and hates having to spend all his time indoors naked and collard not to mention he isn't aloud sex. Now those examples are a little extreme but its where you could find yourself so be sure its what your really ready for.
Good luck and im here for advice if you find yourself in a FLR.