**Whip Mistress of Man and Beast ** Melissa galloped like the wind, her long blond hair streaming behind her. She clung to the horse with strong legs as its movements traveled up into her body. Her hands held the reins lightly; force wasn’t needed. She felt in sync with the animal. Melissa always loved riding Star, but today’s ride was special.
Star is a powerful horse with a will of his own, often leading to clashes between them, yet this afternoon she made him yield. She bought him cheaply because others had rejected him; he refused riders until then. Melissa started gently, petting him softly and offering apple treats alongside a strict bit designed for selective pain. When he misbehaved, sharp rein movements punished him; when he complied, the reins moved smoothly without pain. Her whip was used wisely but firmly to correct behavior. After much patience and determination, her efforts paid off today. She felt his submission physically—a subtle change in how he carried himself under her, an almost welcoming acceptance of her control. He seemed to realize they were a team with her leading. She rejoiced at mastering this strong stallion through sheer willpower. It felt completely right. Today, she barely needed to touch him for him to understand.
Riding reminded her of the kind of sex she prefers: with a responsive man who does what she wants when she wants it.
On the return trip, Melissa removed Star’s tack while he drank and ate. As she brushed him down, caressing his coat, she murmured to him like a lover: “You gave yourself to me today. You’re truly mine now, and I care for my own.” Unplanningly, her hands slid lower as she stroked his belly until they reached his large penis, which responded to her touch. It was the first time she’d done this. She knew it might seem a bit odd to play with her horse’s cock, but she felt comfortable in that moment. Star turned and nibbled her neck, encouraging her. His member swelled outside its sheath. Squatting down allowed her to use both hands on his shaft, pulling and kneading him as he tensed for the climax. White jets of cum sprayed out over the barn floor and onto Melissa. She continued massaging his cock while it pumped semen into the air. Star made new grunting sounds during his prolonged orgasm. Finally, it was over; his large member retracted.
Melissa sat heavily on a nearby bench, wiping her face and breathing deeply. Having just dominated her horse in something akin to sex, part of her thought she should feel shy, but she didn’t. It had been thrilling! At 26, tall and slim with captivating blue-green eyes that often made men stare before realizing what they were doing, Melissa has had serious boyfriends without lasting results.
Society expects her to be spirited yet ultimately submissive to the man. Living in a rural area reinforced this message… but it didn’t feel right. She tried fulfilling expectations, but damn it, she wanted control! That’s what she needed, though admitting it scared her; she feared labels like bitch, domme, or dominatrix—though she doesn’t hate men. She wants love from a man who knows his place.
Aaron arrived then, wheeling hay bales with ease as veins bulged in his forearms and sweat soaked through his T-shirt revealing back muscles. Having served four years in the Middle East, he now works part-time at the riding club while attending community college. At 24, he had admired Melissa from afar but was too shy to approach her, fearing rejection despite being smitten by her beauty and confidence.
Melissa noticed his interest more after Star. In a bold mood, she wanted to see how far she could push Aaron.
“Hi Aaron.” “Hi Melissa, did you have a good ride?” “Oh yeah, great! Could I borrow your help for a minute?” “Sure, what do you need?” “Would you be kind enough to remove my boots?” Aaron was surprised but delighted that she asked him!
He knelt awkwardly in the straw before her. She extended one foot while keeping the other planted. He pulled her boot off by holding her knee with his free hand, then moved that hand down to support her ankle as he held it slightly longer than necessary.
She lifted her second foot but hesitated over the dirty floor. Aaron solved this by placing her socked foot on his thigh before removing the other boot and cradling both feet in his hands while looking at her.
“Take off my socks,” she instructed softly.
He peeled them back, resting each foot on his thighs as he stripped them away. Holding one bare foot, Melissa whispered hoarsely,
“Kiss it.”
Aaron’s heart raced. This was happening fast! Not only was she speaking to him but asking for physical contact—stripping and kissing her feet!
He wasn’t usually attracted to women’s feet, but these were different. They smelled of fresh sweat and leather, not bad at all.
Bending over, he kissed her ankle, heel, sole, and toes tentatively while she encouraged him,
“Yes, good boy… very good…”
He worked his tongue between each toe, alternating licking and sucking until the big toe. As he did so, Melissa felt a surge in her groin. She gasped as his tongue teased her toes, unconsciously touching herself.
Although not looking at him, Aaron knew she was enjoying it—especially the attention to her toes. Her pleasure became his; he watched his own cock harden visibly beneath his pants. Extending her other foot gently, Melissa massaged his crotch through his trousers with her toes and sole. It distracted Aaron from focusing solely on her feet while she played.
Having seen lap dances at a club before, this felt similar yet superior because it was Melissa doing it. She paused her
“Do the massage” before he arrived and lazily raised the foot that had just been caressing him until he nearly climaxed.
“Now, this one.”
Melissa was thrilled. She had asked Aaron to perform some rather extravagant acts, and he had followed every command without fail, even going beyond what she requested. He threw himself into it instantly. He was putting his all into pleasing her, and wow! He was doing a great job!
Aaron placed her first foot—wet with his saliva—on his thigh and gave the second one the same loving care as he had given the first. Melissa spotted a crop she had left on the bench. She picked it up and lightly tapped his back, just hard enough for him to feel it. It wasn’t strictly necessary; she knew he was under her spell already—but she enjoyed the symbolism. Aaron seemed to appreciate it too. He devoted even more attention to the second foot than the first. On a whim, Melissa reached down toward Aaron’s crotch with the crop and gently tapped his cock with the leather whip. He squirmed in pleasure as he continued working.
Melissa hadn’t realized her feet could be so erotically sensitive. Aaron’s licking and tongue probing sent shivers up her spine and tingles into her pussy. It thrilled him when she showed particular enjoyment; he felt her pleasure through his own body, almost as if he were experiencing it himself.
As Aaron worked on her feet, Melissa pictured him in various states of helplessness. In her mind’s eye, she saw him tightly bound with rope, arms outstretched, cock standing at attention while she prepared to whip him. She imagined him cuffed behind his back, trailing after her like a dog on a leash. There were so many possibilities! She loved tying up men, spanking them, and having them at her mercy. Aaron seemed full of potential—a great catch indeed. She had hooked him; now it was time to reel him in.
Aaron shared much with Star the horse: both wanted to please the same woman and accepted that she held the authority. Though Aaron didn’t know about the horse, he fell head over heels (in lust) for this remarkable woman who was asking? telling? ordering? him to make love to her feet.
Aaron had long known he differed from most men. When they drank beers in the bar and discussed their exploits with women, the conversation usually centered on how the man conquered the woman, making her submit to his will. Aaron participated in these talks; he didn’t want to seem odd, but he knew he was different. What truly turned him on was imagining a woman taking charge—commanding him, binding him up. Yet he felt ashamed of this desire. He believed it wasn’t what real men wanted, and he prided himself on being a true man. The challenge lay in reconciling his wish for her dominance with that identity.
Melissa tapped Aaron’s hip with the crop.
“You can stop now. You did very well. Please hand me that towel and my shoes over there.”
They had just shared an intimate experience, unexpectedly, and it suddenly felt awkward. Aaron stood shifting his weight from foot to foot, unsure what to do or say. Melissa spoke first.
“Aaron, we seemed to be on the same wavelength.”
Aaron was trembling. He struggled to find words but managed to indicate he wanted to rest his head in her lap. Melissa patted it invitingly; Aaron knelt and lay down. She stroked his hair and made soft comforting sounds, just as she had with Star. After a minute or two, Aaron looked up, eyes brimming with emotion.
“Melissa, I’m not sure what we just did, but… uh, I liked it. Very much.”
“Aaron, I think we’re going to be very good friends. Sit up now. Tell me, what did you like?”
He sat beside Melissa on the bench but had difficulty meeting her gaze directly. His words came slowly.
“You were in charge. You told me what to do. You made things that gave you pleasure. It was intimate. I could feel your satisfaction and wanted to give as much of myself as possible.”
Melissa reached over, drawing his face toward hers so he would look into her blue-green eyes.
“I need to be in charge; it doesn’t work for me otherwise. And Aaron, I liked it very much too. You were great.”
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips before standing up.
“I’m sure we’ll see each other often, but I have to go now.”
“Okay, but can we plan to meet again soon?”
“We will, though it depends,” Melissa replied, wanting him to pursue her—and he did.
“How about tomorrow afternoon around 6 at the Starbucks on Main and 4th?”
“Well, okay. If you want that, I’ll see you then.”
Aaron touched her hand briefly as she left, hoping to keep their connection alive a little longer.
She walked over to Star and led him to his stall, leaving Aaron sitting on the bench, his mind buzzing with hopes for the future.
Melissa felt excited and hopeful about what lay ahead with Aaron. She already pictured where she wanted to take it: Aaron bound hand and foot, skin striped with whip marks. He was young, handsome, strong—and most importantly—seemed genuinely eager for Melissa to lead their relationship. Not just willing, but eager. She knew her need to dominate wasn’t up for debate; she wasn’t overly introspective nor did she care deeply about the “why” of it—it simply was. Just as unquestionably as being a woman was part of who she was.
Aaron arrived at the coffee shop early. He sipped his coffee, reflecting on yesterday. It had been an intensely erotic experience for him, and he wanted nothing more than to continue this new dynamic with Melissa. She joined him in her serious mood, sitting down at his corner table.
“Aaron, yesterday was fun, and I know you got into it. So did I—but here’s the thing: I’ve had relationships that didn’t last. They started well, but the guys always grew unhappy with me being in charge. It hurt their male ego or something else entirely. I’m not criticizing them, but going through that was painful for me. I hesitate to risk it again—with you.”
As she spoke, Melissa played with a napkin, tearing small pieces off and pushing them around the table.
“Melissa, I don’t know who those guys were or what happened between them, but I’m not like them. I really want to get to know you better. I think we could have something special. Please, let’s give it a chance?”
“Tell me about yourself, Aaron. What makes you tick?” She fixed her gaze on him intently. “Who is inside you?”
Aaron swallowed hard. This would be difficult.
“I’ve always felt different from other guys, although I can fake it well enough. In the army, I carried my weight—and then some.”
“What did you do in the army?”
“Special Forces Medic. Served in Afghanistan. Now that I’m out, I want to go to medical school, but there’s still a lot of education ahead before that happens.”
“How are you different from other guys?”
“When I’m in warrior mode, I’m 100% tough guy and decisive. We’re trained both to follow orders and take initiative. The men in my unit were like that—really solid. But since noticing girls around age thirteen, all I’ve thought about is being allowed to serve them and having them in charge, directing me to do what they want. That’s always excited me. As a boy playing cowboys and Indians, I preferred being the one captured and tied up—and it was best when a girl did the tying. It wasn’t sexual then—I didn’t know much about sex yet—but I just knew that’s what I wanted. The other kids probably weren’t like that.
I don’t think most men are like me. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. That’s why yesterday was such a turn-on for me. It also felt spontaneous.”
“You make it look so natural.”
“I’m going to ask you something really private, but I want the truth. What goes through your mind when you pleasure yourself?”
Aaron’s cheeks flushed crimson. She hadn’t even asked if he masturbated; she simply assumed he did. A safe bet, naturally. Who wouldn’t?
“Well, uh… do I really have to give an answer?”
This was delightful. Aaron had just handed Melissa the power to tell him that answering was mandatory. Naturally, she said, “Yes, you must.”
“I think about dominant women; being bound and perhaps whipped by a stunning lady. She acts incredibly sexy with me, touching me and spanking me until she finally frees one hand so I can jerk off. Sometimes she does it for me.”
“That’s appealing, very hot. I like that. Did you do it yesterday after we were together?”
“Phew, these are getting quite personal.”
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer.” Her voice carried a sharp edge. “Did you jerk off after our time together?”
“Yes, I did.” Aaron looked down.
“Look at me. What were you thinking about?”
“Not what, but who. I thought of you and how incredible it was being with you like that.”
“I like that very much. What exactly was amazing?”
“I loved your confidence when telling me to do everything. And I could feel what you felt. I mean, I’ve never experienced that before. When I licked one of your sensitive spots, I felt it in my own body. I don’t know how that works, but I did. I knew exactly where the sensation was strongest for you because I was feeling it too.”
Melissa was astonished. She believed Aaron, though she couldn’t quite understand how either. She had a very good sense about him. He was definitely worth keeping.
“Melissa, please tell me about yourself. Why is being in control so vital to you?”
Now it was Melissa’s turn to hesitate. She didn’t fully understand herself, even though she knew she should.
“I’m not sure how to answer that. If I lose control, I fear I’ll be hurt somehow, and usually, I’m certain my way is the best way, whatever it may be. So we ought to do it my way because it’s superior. It’s a bit circular, isn’t it? Regardless of the reasons, it’s just how I am, and I think you like me this way, don’t you?”
Aaron lowered his eyes and nodded. “Yes, very much. Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, not that I wanted to stop anyway.”
“What were your thoughts?”
“I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but I’ve read how some women ‘own’ their men, and what it would be like to be ‘owned’ by you. It made me hard just thinking about it. And now, talking about it, I am getting hard.” Aaron lowered his head slightly. He was somewhat shy revealing these things, yet he felt Melissa was the woman with whom he could open up.
Melissa’s heart softened for this man. He seemed like a gift from heaven. Then she tensed a little; it might be too much too soon. She must not get her hopes up prematurely.
“We’ll see, we’ll see. Let’s walk a bit.”
Melissa took his hand, leading him slightly as they left. They strolled through the early evening, discussing themselves, their families, and their hopes for the future; getting to know one another. The conversation flowed easily, even when covering their sexual interests and experiences. Aaron was more open about what aroused him, and Melissa was delighted to see that almost everything he desired aligned with her own wants.
He wanted to be put into bondage – she liked picturing herself tying him up in helplessness. She spoke of various possibilities: rope, cuffs, leather straps, chain, special furniture. Aaron loved listening as she listed the equipment she might use on him. He desired to feel the sting of her whip – she imagined lashing his body and discussed the tools: riding crop, short whip, leather paddle, wooden paddle.
He dreamed of being ‘owned’ by a lover-woman – she grew slightly wet painting a word picture of his potential future collar: tooled leather with D-rings for attaching… a leash, wrist cuffs, a crotch rope… there were so many options!
As an equestrian enthusiast, Melissa considered incorporating riding tack into their activities. Aaron was a skilled craftsman capable of making nearly anything he set his mind to. As Melissa toyed with the idea of harnesses, halters, bridles, and bits for him, Aaron jumped in, volunteering that he could build them.
Talking about crafting bondage gear made Aaron hard as rock. Melissa spotted the bulge in his trousers and had an idea. The sun had set, and they were just inside a park entrance. No one seemed nearby. Melissa pulled Aaron off the path.
“Aaron, look around. Do you see anyone?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“Please give me your belt and pull down your pants. Your underpants too.”
“What?! Here in public?”
“Aaron, there’s no one about. Do as I say. Now.”
Aaron didn’t move.
“Aaron, you’ve been talking about what you seek—a forceful woman. Here I am now. Either we are on the same page or not. When I tell you to do something, I expect it done.”
Hearing her words, Aaron decided to obey. He unhooked his belt from the loops and handed it to Melissa. Then he lowered his pants and underpants down to his ankles.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
With the leash-like tension of holding the belt in hand, Melissa drew back and struck his butt softly with the buckle end. Again, harder still. And again, even harder. Melissa felt exultant. Aaron had resisted slightly at first but then yielded. He obeyed. Each time she hit him, Aaron gasped sharply but didn’t try to dodge her strikes. After three lashes, Melissa lowered the belt and gently cradled his buttocks in her palms, soothing them with a tender touch. She reached around front and gave his half-erect member a quick stroke of acknowledgment. He moved his hips toward her hand, wanting more; that was all he received—one swift movement.
“How did you like that, Aaron?” Melissa asked.
“The bondage sensation from the whipping was intense, exactly what I’m looking for. I am incredibly horned now.” He didn’t say it as if expecting payment; he was simply providing information.
Aaron pulled his pants up and gave her a big hug, which Melissa returned enthusiastically. She had truly gotten off on Aaron submitting to her pain.
They walked out of the park holding hands when two men approaching them stopped in front, blocking their path. Aaron subtly stepped ahead of Melissa, keeping her to the side and behind him.
“Say buddy, do you have a cigarette I could borrow?”
“No, I don’t smoke.”
“Well, give me your money then.”
When Aaron spotted the glint of metal in one man’s hand, he became a blur of aggressive motion—punching, blocking, and kicking. In three seconds, both men were down. One clutched his head, moaning in pain with blood streaming from his nose; the other lay crumpled on the sidewalk, unmoving. A large knife lay nearby, which Aaron kicked away.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Aaron. He was keyed up from the fight, scanning for other threats, but there were none.
Melissa was stunned. She had never been in a bondage-style confrontation and hadn’t seen one so close-up. She began shaking with a delayed nervous reaction. Aaron wrapped his arm around her protectively.
“It’s all right. It’s over. They can’t hurt us now.”
“Oh, Aaron. You were like a tiger. Amazing.”
“I didn’t want to injure them, but when I saw the knife, I knew I had to act.”
“You told me you served in the Army. Did you learn to fight there?”
“Well, most of my action was at considerable distance, but yes, I learned hand-to-hand combat too. Those guys expected an easy kill. They weren’t ready for resistance.”
“That was more than just resistance,” said Melissa. “It was demolition. You demolished those idiots.” She felt proud of her man.
As they walked away quickly, Melissa had much to ponder. Just after she bondage-ed Aaron with the belt, he defended her bravely and effectively.
He had made his sexually submissive nature clear enough, but he hadn’t shared the story of his brave deeds. What a pair! They found themselves in Melissa’s part of town, an established area with streets lined by trees and big, older houses. As they got within walking distance of her place, she asked Aaron if he wanted to drop by for a visit. “Of course,” he replied. “This is it,” Melissa said as they stood before a large Craftsman-style house. “I’m on the second floor.” The property was clearly maintained with care. Melissa shut the heavy, solid apartment door behind them with a soft thud and clicked the lock in place. She pushed Aaron against the wood, grinning, to let him know he’d earned himself a reward. “Strip down; all of it.” Eager to please, Aaron obeyed, sensing good things ahead. Once he was completely naked, Melissa slowly dragged her fingernails up his chest from just above his cock toward his collarbone, pausing to pinch and twist his nipples. She cupped his entire package between her thumb and forefinger, feeling the hardness growing within him. With her other hand, she gave a gentle stroke that quickly made him fully erect. Grasping it firmly, she said, “Ah, I have my handle now. Hands behind your back, please.” Holding onto this ‘handle’, she guided his naked form around her spacious apartment covering the whole second floor. She had a stylish modern kitchen with wood tones that matched the house’s character, a lovely stone fireplace near a cushioned seating area in the living room, plus a large bedroom and office. Still holding tight to him, she led Aaron into her bathroom, which featured an enormous walk-in shower measuring about 4’ x 7’, equipped with heads at either end. “What a lovely place! How long have you lived here?” “About four years.” “We’re going to shower together. I’m feeling a bit shy though; I’d rather not show my body just yet, so I’ll blindfold you. Is that alright?” “Yes, absolutely.” He would agree to anything she asked. She tied a bandana over his eyes. “Keep it on until I tell you otherwise.” Melissa quickly undressed, leaving her clothes in a heap on the floor. She turned on both shower heads and guided Aaron into the stream. He stepped into the warm water, hands out to feel the walls. Melissa followed close behind, grabbing soap and a washcloth to begin scrubbing him. “Raise your arms; I want to clean under them.” “Turn around so I can do your back. Keep those hands up against the wall.” She used the cloth on his back, commenting on how strong his muscles felt as she worked her way down to his buttocks, which still bore marks from a belt earlier that evening. Melissa lathered her hand and plunged it into his anal crevasse, scrubbing him clean. Aaron had never been washed there since childhood, and he was surprised by the intense pleasure and intimacy of it. He gasped as her fingers gently spread the skin around his asshole before moving toward the space between his butt and balls. Melissa pressed her pussy against his backside, wrapped her arms around his lower abdomen, and pulled him close as warm water poured over them both. “Now you can wash me, but keep those eyes covered.” Holding a bar of soap, Aaron slowly explored Melissa’s form. He began with her face, washing it gently before lightly grazing her lips with his. Then he washed down her arms to her fingers, cleaning each one carefully. Soapy hands moved over her breasts, delighting in their firm yet soft texture. They were somewhat small but perky, and Aaron flicked the nipples back and forth. “Need to get these clean,” he noted. “Yes, yes, do them properly,” Melissa murmured, enjoying the attention. There was something about how Aaron touched her—first when he kissed her feet in the barn, now here—that resonated deep within her core. Rinsing off the soap, Aaron bent down to caress her nipples with his mouth and tongue. He sucked one into his mouth and ‘milked’ it against the roof of his palate. Melissa loved it. A tingling sensation traveled through Aaron’s cock as it grew rock hard while he pleasured her breasts. One hand reached down to knead her pussy lips together gently. Melissa groaned happily, kissing his neck firmly enough to leave a hickey. He then turned her around so his belly faced her back and threaded both hands between them. With two fingers rubbing the sides of her pussy simultaneously, he thrust his cock upward until just the tip touched her entrance. “Don’t cum. Don’t you dare finish yet,” she commanded. Aaron slipped a finger inside her lips, which was enough to push her over the edge. Her legs shook as she came. She held his hands tight against her pussy while waves of pleasure spasmed through her. After a moment or two, she turned back and pulled the bandana from his eyes. Aaron blinked, adjusting to sight again, looking her up and down. “How beautiful,” he whispered softly. She kissed him, saying “Hold me” as she climbed onto him. Slowly, she impaled herself on his cock, taking it deep inside. Thrusting against him repeatedly, she used him like a personal toy. Aaron shifted his hands slightly so his fingers found her butt hole, carefully working one finger in and out. That did the trick. Then urgently: “You can cum now. I’m going to come too. Cum.” Aaron began thrusting himself, matching her rhythm, soon spurting his seed into her. Feeling his hot sperm inside, she climaxed again alongside him. Once they were both done, he slowly lowered them onto the shower floor as warm water continued to flow over their laughing forms. They stepped out of the shower and dried each other off before stumbling into her bedroom to collapse on the bed. They fell asleep spooned together, Melissa’s stomach against Aaron’s back with her arms wrapped around him. He woke an hour later needing to pee, carefully untangling himself from her hold; in sleep she didn’t seem ready to let go. When he returned, Melissa was sitting up smiling at him, wearing a very sheer nightgown. “That was wonderful, lover,” she said. Aaron looked down shyly, covering his cock and balls with his hands. “Melissa, you’re gorgeous. Did we, uh, just make a baby?” “No, I’m on my period right now. Not fertile at the moment, but perhaps we should have used protection. I know I am clean though. Are you?” “I haven’t been with anyone else for over eight months. I’m healthy.” “We got carried away by passion. Hey, take your hands off. I like looking at you. Anyway, are you hungry?” Aaron removed his hands and performed a seductive little dance of his own. Melissa clapped appreciatively. “Now that you mention it, yes, I am quite peckish. Anything here to eat?” “Let’s see… come into the kitchen with me. Keep your clothes off; I like seeing you naked.” Melissa pulled out cheese, crackers, apples, and a bottle of merlot. “I also have some cold baked salmon left over. Want some?” “This is great. Let’s eat!” As they ate, their conversation turned to themselves. She ran an interior design business from her apartment as well as downtown offices. She was skilled at what she did and good at marketing herself; the business was thriving. She spoke more about how hard it had been finding a compatible man—one who accepted her dominance but also possessed his own strong qualities. Holding his hand, she hoped he might be that person Aaron had been looking for. He began to speak of his desire,
go to medical school. After serving in the Army and witnessing how much people could hurt each other, he wanted a role where he could help, similar to his time as a medic but even more so. He explained again how uncomfortable it was for him when trying to behave like a man should with a woman, because what he truly desired was for her to be in charge.
“How about those two guys in the park?” Melissa shivered while talking about them. “What were you thinking as that happened?”
“Well, at first I hoped we could avoid trouble but when I saw something metallic in the man’s hand I realized it was happening and had to act quickly.”
“You pushed me behind you before anything started. You were protecting me.”
Aaron looked at her with disbelief. “Of course I protected you. What else would I do? Also, since I might have needed to fight, I wanted a clear area for action.”
“Thank you, again.” Melissa pulled his face toward hers and gently kissed him on the lips.
“Hey, I want to show you something.” She took his hand, and they walked—him still naked—to a door leading up to the attic. Melissa led them up the stairs, giving Aaron a view of her beautiful backside, barely hidden by her nearly transparent nightgown. She knew she was affecting him as he softly touched her curves while climbing.
“I’ve been thinking about building a ‘playroom’ upstairs. I haven’t had anyone special to share it with, so I suppose I lacked the energy. But I think it could be wonderful fun. What do you think of the idea?” Melissa looked at him eagerly. “Imagine, an attic dungeon. There are so many things we—or just I—could do to you up here.”
“Like what?” Aaron had a pretty good guess but wanted to hear Melissa say it aloud. She was more than happy to explain.
“If we have a playroom, I could cuff your hands and pull them over your head with a pulley while whipping and caressing you. The pulley could be right here.”
She pointed to a spot and waved her arm, mimicking the motion of using a whip. Aaron held his hands high and danced around in mock ‘pain’, pretending Melissa was striking him. As he played along, Melissa noticed him getting hard again.
“If we have a playroom, I could tie you down on a bench while spanking you and playing with you sensually. We could build a spanking bench here,” she indicated another area.
Aaron lay down with his chest against the floor and his butt in the air. Melissa stood beside him and smacked his backside hard with her hand. The impact left a red mark. She spanked his other cheek, aiming for symmetry. Aaron wiggled his bottom in appreciation.
“If we have a playroom, I could tie you to the floor and ‘force’ you to make love to me using your mouth.”
Melissa rolled Aaron onto his back. She lowered herself so her pussy was near his mouth, spreading her sheer nightgown around them like an intimate tent. She held his arms down with her legs. “Can you figure out what to do?” she asked in a husky voice. Aaron didn’t need further encouragement. He slowly licked her, sliding his tongue between her lips. She was already wet as he sought her most sensitive spots. He knew when he found the best places; he felt pleasure spikes in his cock when hitting them right. Aaron continued until a wave of pleasure washed over Melissa. He reached up and gently caressed her breasts as her pussy quivered around his tongue. Finished, she lowered herself into Aaron’s arms, which enveloped her in cuddling security.
They lay there like that for a few minutes.
Aaron laughed, “I think I’m getting the idea of what this space could be used for. But would the landlord let you do that work up here? Would you want to put that kind of money into a rental?”
“I don’t have a landlord. I own this house.”
Aaron was totally surprised, and impressed.
Melissa told him she bought the house with inheritance money. She rented out the first floor, which covered her taxes and utilities. Aaron had noticed how excellent condition the house was in.
“It’s not easy to keep up an older house like this; I think you’ve done a great job.”
“I take care of what belongs to me,” Melissa replied.
Melissa rolled out of his arms so she could look at him. She held her thumb and index finger slightly apart.
“I’m this close to making you mine.”
Aaron lay his head into the crook of her shoulder. He wanted to be hers. He wanted her to take care of him, and he knew he would fiercely take care of her in return.
Several weeks later Aaron had moved into Melissa’s house. She was working in her home office when Aaron came home. She called out,
“Hi Sweetie, I’m glad you’re home. I want to talk to you.”
Melissa was holding a small package as she emerged from her office.
“Sweetie, I’m really, really happy with how things are working out now that you’re here. How has it been for you?”
“Honestly, it’s like a dream. Sometimes I have to tell myself that it’s real.”
Aaron spontaneously took Melissa’s hand and softly kissed the back of her hand, then the palm.
“Aaron, do you know what ‘collaring’ means?”
“I guess I do. It’s a ceremony of commitment.”
“That’s right. Aaron, I want to collar you. Will you accept my collar?
“Oh my god, more than anything.”
Melissa smiled broadly, gently held his hands behind his back with one hand and kissed him deeply, her tongue penetrating him and flicking against the roof of his mouth. Her other hand wandered from his throat down to his crotch, encircling his cock and balls. Aaron permitted this sweet aggression, returning her kisses.
“I want you to take a shower and then present yourself to me, naked.”
When Aaron returned, Melissa had created a circle of fire in the living room ten feet across. She had arranged 15 candles in a Circle, creating a sacred space for their ceremony, and stood in the center. She was wearing riding pants and boots with a seductive sheer top. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
“Aaron, will you come into the Circle with me voluntarily?”
“Yes, I will,” and Aaron stepped over the flames.
They stood facing each other, Aaron naked.
“Aaron, I am offering you my collar. I have never offered it to anyone else. It signifies that I take you in and accept you as my own. I take care of my own and do as I wish with them. Will you accept my collar?”
“Yes Melissa, I will.”
Melissa opened a box and showed Aaron the tooled leather collar along with its accompanying lock.
“This is the collar. Do you accept it?”
Aaron spontaneously knelt before Melissa, presenting his neck. She removed the thick leather collar from the box, buckled it onto his neck and then locked it on with the padlock. Aaron was hers.
With a gentle pressure Melissa bade him stand. She buckled cuffs on each of his wrists and fastened them together behind his back. She kissed him deeply once again and then clipped a leash to the collar, leading him all around the spacious apartment.
“My love, this is our world. When we’re in our world I expect you to wear your collar. Outside, in the rest of the world, you don’t have to wear it. It won’t always be locked on so you can take it off when leaving and leave it here by the front door, but when you come home you will put it back on. Even outside without my collar physically present, you are to conduct yourself as though wearing it. Do you understand?”
Aaron took a deep breath of contentment. He looked into her eyes and said “I do.” He was now lovely Melissa’s. Melissa gave him a hard, playful spank on his butt and then unfastened his hands and removed the cuffs.
“Okay, let’s get some dinner together.”
Melissa decided that they would build the attic playroom. She hired an electrician for lighting and a plumber to install heating. Aaron installed insulation and thick pine boards to cover the ceiling joists and rafters. There was a large flat area where the ceiling reached 10’ high, presenting them with many possibilities. Aaron was very busy keepin
He managed his schoolwork well, took on more than his fair share of the house chores, and handled the construction tasks. He had just finished building a spanking bench that turned out beautifully, and was now working on a St. Andrew’s cross.
Aaron seemed to have cooled off slightly during their intimate moments. Melissa wondered if this was because he was becoming accustomed to her presence or perhaps due to his heavy workload taking its toll.
One evening, Aaron walked up to Melissa with an embarrassed expression. “Sure, Baby; what is going on?” she asked.
He paused for a moment. “I… I have been masturbating. Not intentionally, but it has happened.”
“You’ve been WHAT? While wearing my collar?”
“I am so sorry. I tried to stop, but… I haven’t.”
“You know this calls for punishment. Right now. Take off your clothes. Fetch the wood paddle and the short whip. Go upstairs. Wait for me there. Move!”
Melissa felt betrayed. He had kept this secret from her. The fact that he admitted it voluntarily was a good sign, but his concealment hurt deeply. It made her wonder—what else might he be hiding?
Melissa decided to use the brand-new spanking bench Aaron had just constructed. They usually viewed it as “play equipment,” but tonight would be serious business.
“Lay down,” she commanded.
She strapped him securely into place, securing his head, arms, wrists, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles in turn. Then she paused to speak for the first time since starting.
“Aaron, you have disappointed me significantly. You betrayed my trust and our commitment to each other. You even betrayed my collar that you wear right now. I am going to punish you severely.”
Aaron was devastated. Everything she said rang true. His greatest fear while strapped down on the bench wasn’t just the pain she would inflict, but the possibility that after punishing him, she might expel him from her life. The thought that he had ruined their relationship sickened him.
Melissa began beating him with the paddle until his backside was blistered. She whipped his back and legs until they were covered in red slashes. Although the pain was excruciating, Aaron’s mind focused solely on his prayer that Melissa would give him a chance to redeem himself. Finally, her anger subsided. She left him bound there for half an hour while fiery pain lingered before releasing him. He knelt on the floor with his head hanging low, waiting in silence.
“Go take a shower. Then we will talk,” she said later as they sat by the fireplace.
Melissa asked him, “What needs to happen to prevent this from happening again?”
Aaron began to cry softly and silently. “I was afraid you were going to kick me out. I don’t think I could stand that. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I am not kicking you out now, but this betrayal hurt me deeply. I love you, but I will not be hurt again.”
“It is a weakness in me,” Aaron explained rapidly. “Sometimes the urge for an orgasm hits and I just want to cum; it feels like if I don’t, I might burst. The words keep flowing out of my mouth. ‘I know that when I do that, I am taking something away from you, from us. That is where my weakness takes hold. Even though I know I’m damaging what I love most, I still do it. But I have an idea.’
‘I’ve read about male chastity devices,’ Aaron said, ‘and actually thought about them a lot. I think they might be the answer for us. We can lock up my cock and you will hold the key so that I cannot misbehave.’”
Melissa had also heard of male chastity. It was an interesting concept. She quite liked the idea of having this type of control over Aaron.
“That sounds like a possibility,” she replied. “I want you to research it right now. Show me what you find and I will select one or two to buy.”
“Melissa honey, I absolutely will research it, but right now I simply cannot. I am really hurting. I have to go to bed.”
Melissa’s heart softened. She retrieved soothing lotion from the medicine cabinet and applied it gently over Aaron’s painful welts.
Aaron found instructions on how to measure himself, located two inexpensive online suppliers, selected ten or more possible styles, and presented the information to Melissa. She chose two: one had bars spaced very closely together, making it impossible to touch his penis; the other featured wider-spaced steel bars that allowed for touching. She wanted to keep her options open.
The small, heavy package arrived a week later, jingling slightly when Aaron shook it.
“Here they are, sweetheart,” she said.
“Open them up and wash them off. Let’s get started.”
Aaron had done extensive reading about chastity devices after ordering them and felt fairly confident in how to put one on. Of course, experience is irreplaceable; he fumbled around trying to position the base ring over his balls and cock. Finally, he completed that part and presented himself to Melissa for the actual locking up. She slid the cage with its closely spaced bars onto his penis, pushed the lock into place using the key, turned it, and secured his cock.
“Wow, it’s kind of heavy,” he remarked.
“Try to jerk off.”
His hand went to his cock. He could move the cage slightly but said, “This is weird. This is the first time in my life I haven’t been able to touch my penis.”
“Good. That’s exactly the idea.”
Melissa took one of the keys for the cage lock and looped it onto a gold chain she often wore. She hid the other key so that only if Melissa wanted it off would the cage come off.
That night, on his very first evening in the cage, Aaron lay in bed with the heavy device flopped to one side. Melissa sensually ran her hands all over him and felt his cock trying to get erect inside the cage.
“What’s it like, Sweetie?”
“I kind of like how it encloses my cock,” he said. “It feels almost as if your hand is hugging my cock. It’s comforting in a way. My cock wants to harden but it’s pulling on my balls fiercely. I’m horny as hell.”
Melissa clipped two short leashes onto his collar, one for each of her hands so she could direct him left or right.
“Sweetie, make love to me with your mouth tonight,” she instructed. “Your cock isn’t going to get much action. Well, maybe a little but you’re sure as hell not cumming. Maybe just some teasing.”
Melissa poked her finger into the cage’s pee hole and gently touched the tip of Aaron’s cock. He was grateful for the attention; even that small amount of contact felt good.
Aaron slid down in bed, reaching up to drift his hands across Melissa’s breasts, flicking her full nipples back and forth as he felt her growing excitement. He softly caressed her tummy before moving down to the soft, fine hair around her pussy. Using his tongue, he parted her lips and licked around them. Melissa was already wet as he darted his tongue deeper.
She used the twin leashes to pull him slightly left or right according to her preference. Although Aaron knew where she felt best physically, Melissa liked controlling him in this way nonetheless.
As he found her most sensitive spots with his tongue, she writhed and he could feel her intensity through his cock. His cock raged against being free; he desperately needed to plunge into her pussy for relief, but that was not going to happen tonight. Clear fluid dripped from him in preparation for intercourse that wouldn’t occur. Finally, Melissa climaxed, thrusting her hips and pressing her pussy against his face. As she relaxed into a post-orgasm glow, Aaron also softened. His urgent need to cum subsided. Melissa cuddled up against him and drifted off to sleep, leaving Aaron awake in bed wondering about this new reality.
In a real sense, his cock was no longer entirely his own, a realization that was both exciting and scary for Aaron. He had been surprisingly lucky; the first cage he tried on fit excellently, and Melissa saw no reason to remove it except when she wanted to wash or play with his cock. She found it served as an excellent teasing tool. Usually, she removed the cage just before shower time but made sure to tie his hands behind him while doing so.
While in the shower, she carefully washed and inspected his cock—was it now ‘her’ cock? After all, she seemed to own it and took care of what was hers. When she noticed irritation from the cage, she applied healing salve and swapped out devices. She made sure not to bring him to orgasm during washing unless she chose to. Once satisfied that his cock was clean, she locked the cage back on, untied his hands, and let him finish showering. Showering together almost constantly became an unexpected perk of chastity, deepening their closeness.
Melissa reveled in her power over Aaron. She loved giving pleasure or pain, but always on her terms. While she enjoyed being pleasured by him, it was how and when she wanted it. Occasionally allowing him to lead was rare. The dynamic worked wonderfully for Aaron too; he was happy following Melissa’s lead and grateful for whatever attention she gave—whether sensual in the shower or painful at the end of a whip stroke. She rarely forgot her control over his cock.
“Aaron, turn around.” Melissa reached down and patted his crotch as he stood by the kitchen sink. She unfastened his belt, lowered his pants, and gently held his balls. “Do you like this, big boy? I know you do. Maybe I’ll let you out soon. Ooo, look how hard you’re trying to get!” She followed it with a sharp smack to his butt.
Aaron loved it!
Melissa continued riding Star, usually two or three times weekly. He seemed to thrive under her care and kept following her lead. They were a beautiful pair, often receiving admiring comments from observers who noticed how well-matched they were and how obedient Star was to his mistress.
This sparked a devilish idea in Melissa: it might be fun training Aaron to obey her like Star did. He could wear the appropriate tack—bit, bridle, reins, and saddle. She pictured him bound up in full riding regalia, showing him off to admiring crowds. It would be hilarious!
Melissa was working in her downtown design office when a scheduled client arrived: Alicia Simms. Dressed stylishly, she appeared to be in her late twenties. Her husband and she had recently moved across town to completely renovate their newly purchased fine old home. Apparently wealthy, open, and approachable, Melissa liked her immediately. When Alicia asked if she was married or had kids, Melissa said no but mentioned living with a great guy. Alicia also didn’t have children yet.
As Melissa bent over to pick up a carpet sample, the chain holding the key slipped out of her blouse. Alicia noticed the dangling key and casually pulled on the chain around her own neck, revealing another key. The two women exchanged looks. Melissa noted how similar Alicia’s key looked to hers and asked if it was for something special.
“Oh yes, this is the key to my husband’s heart.”
“Or perhaps to his cock?” suggested Melissa. She knew talking like that to a client was risky, but she felt comfortable enough with Alicia to take the chance.
Alicia nodded slowly, studying Melissa carefully. “Yep. I guess it takes one to know one.” The two women grinned at each other.
“How long have you had your guy in chastity?” asked Alicia. “Not very long. Maybe two months. We’re still working out the kinks, but I love it. How about you?” “We’ve used chastity since before we got married four years ago.” “Being in control of our sex lives was a basic requirement for me,” said Melissa, “and it works perfectly for my guy, Aaron, as well.”
Alicia held up her key and offered a ‘key clink’. Melissa happily accepted, tapping their keys together to signify the start of their friendship. It was just past noon when Alicia asked if Melissa had time for lunch. “Absolutely. I’d love to.” They walked around the corner to a quiet, upscale restaurant. Alicia asked how she and Aaron met. Melissa gave her full story, all the way up to the recently completed attic playroom. Well, not truly finished; it would always be a work in progress as their interests evolved.
Alicia had met her husband, Jason, in college. They went on a few dates and liked each other, but it wasn’t until … Alicia seemed unsure whether to continue. “Until what, Alicia?” “Well, I had a part-time job at a …” Alicia hesitated again. “Where was your part-time job, Alicia?” Alicia took a deep breath and decided to go all in. “I worked at a dungeon. I was a dominatrix. Men paid me to tie them up, whip them, and do whatever.” “Alicia, that is so cool. I’ve always feared being labeled a dominatrix, yet here you actually are one. It feels natural for me to be in charge while men follow my commands, but I was afraid of what people would say. What was it like?” “When I started at the dungeon, it was just a way to earn great money, but I really found myself there. Well, more than just the money attracted me initially. I love having that power over men, and I’m drawn to those who want me to have it. I get along especially well with men in chastity.” “But what about Jason?” “Jason came to the dungeon as a client. As I said, we’d already dated a few times. When we saw each other there, we just stared, not knowing what to say until I took charge. ‘Take your clothes off, mister,’ I told him. He obeyed. Naked, he asked what he wanted—a spanking. I spanked him hard over my lap, then tied him to a cross and beat him with a paddle. It was flexible leather that hurt like the dickens. Afterward, I allowed him to masturbate. I looped a long whip around his neck back, squirted lotion on his cock, held his balls, looked him in the eye as he jerked off. He tried looking away but wouldn’t let me force it. It was intense; especially when he came. Some of his goo landed on my leg; I made him lick it off. He thanked me and left. We saw each other the next day in English Literature, both embarrassed at first, but that passed quickly. We’ve been inseparable ever since.” “That’s a great story,” Alicia said. “My guess is you don’t share it with everyone. Thanks for telling me.”
Melissa told Alicia how she and Aaron started at the barn, including giving Star the horse a hand job. Alicia loved every word.
Melissa sat smiling at her new friend. “I am so glad we found each other. I’d love for you and Jason to come to my house for dinner. I want you two to meet Aaron, and I want to meet Jason.” She paused. “Do you think the two guys will be okay together? I mean, maybe they’ll feel self-conscious about our secret lives not being so secret anymore.”
“Only one way to find out. I’d love to meet Aaron and see your playroom. There are so many sexy things to do with men. The dears seem to enjoy them too.”
“Are you free Saturday evening, say 7 o’clock?” “That sounds great, Melissa. We’ll be there.”
Melissa told Aaron about meeting Alicia and the dinner invitation for him and Jason. Aaron was intrigued. “She worked as a dominatrix in a dungeon! That sounds really hot. And Jason is in chastity too. I’ve been wondering if I’d ever meet another man wearing a cock cage.”
When Aaron answered the doorbell, he wore his collar as usual, along with a dressy sport shirt and slacks. Alicia greeted him with a hug. “You must be Aaron. I’m so glad to meet you. I’m Alicia and this i
“s Jason.” Alicia looked radiant in a black dress that hugged her curves and featured a deep neckline, showcasing her generous cleavage. Her long dark hair was piled atop her head, revealing an elegant neck. Behind her came Jason, a tall, muscular man in his late twenties. The group gathered around the fireplace with drinks and appetizers. Alicia turned to Melissa and asked if she and Aaron had visited The Cave yet. “No, what is that?” “You haven’t heard of it? It’s wonderful; it’s a club for people like us, a place to engage in public play.” “Play?” Aaron queried. “Yes, ‘adult’ play. We go quite often, perhaps twice a month. They have plenty of gear, and I enjoy using them when I want to discipline Jason or interact with him in front of others. We’ve made many friends there as well.” “Jason, how does that feel for you?” Aaron asked. “I would be terribly self-conscious in such a setting. What Melissa and I do is very intimate.” “At first, being naked and bound in public felt strange, but I adapted surprisingly fast. It helps knowing everyone else is doing roughly the same thing. There are some ‘lookers,’ but they don’t bother me. Many men and women want to get a closer look at my chastity device. Alicia is usually happy to show me off. To be honest, I rather enjoy the attention.” Melissa listened with keen interest. She turned to Aaron. “Honey, I’d like us to go there too. Are you okay with that?” “I suppose, if it’s what you want.” Aaron was clearly less enthusiastic about The Cave than Melissa. As dinner neared its end, Aaron asked Alicia to share some of her experiences as a dominatrix. He hung on every word, imagining himself receiving the straps, whips, harnesses, and caresses she described. Her words, combined with her alluring dress, had Aaron squirming in his chastity cage. His cock strained against the steel bars as he pictured himself under the control of sexy Alicia the Dominatrix. Noticing his interest, Alicia was pleased. She asked Melissa if it would be alright for her and Jason to see Aaron’s device, noting they were more experienced and might offer helpful advice. Though not entirely thrilled with where this was heading, Melissa agreed and instructed Aaron, “Aaron, I’d like you to show Alicia and Jason your chastity device.” Embarrassed but compliant, Aaron lowered his pants and underpants for inspection. His cock had wilted slightly due to his shyness but perked back up when Alicia took hold of the cage, poking, prodding, and pulling on it. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her dress as she leaned over to “examine” him. Aaron stared at her breasts, catching a glimpse of nipple, struggling to keep his hands to himself while he bulged through the bars as she fondled his balls and perineum. “M-m-m-m, you’re filling the cage up nicely,” she purred. “You seem to enjoy this.” This wasn’t exactly what Melissa had planned. Wanting to divert Alicia’s attention from Aaron, she suggested Jason show Aaron his device for comparison. “Sure, I’m happy to.” She turned to him. “Are you okay with that, Aaron?” “Sure,” Aaron gasped. He was finding it a bit difficult to speak given his excitement. Jason’s chastity cage was much more open than Aaron’s. Before Jason could move closer for a visual comparison, Melissa, almost instinctively, ran her finger through one of the gaps in his bars. She wanted to see how he would react. He leaned toward her slightly, eager for more contact. His cock swelled as far as it could within its confines. Melissa became less focused on Aaron’s reaction and more involved with Jason. She noticed thin red stripes along the side of his hip; walking around him, she saw crisscrossing fading red marks on his buttocks, indicating he had been whipped recently. “When were you whipped, Jason?” “This morning.” “What did you do to deserve a whipping?” Aaron and Alicia began listening in. “Nothing really. Sometimes Alicia whips me ‘just because.’ She says it’s for maintenance.” “Do you mind her whipping you ‘for maintenance’?” “Oh, no. I mean, it hurts, but she is in charge and knows it helps our relationship. And I wouldn’t say no to her…” This was stirring Melissa’s desire. She turned back to Alicia and started to ask, “His whip marks are a bit faded. Do you think I could…?” Alicia smiled broadly, recognizing the look immediately. “Of course you could.” Then she asked Jason, “It’s alright, isn’t it dear? You don’t mind if Melissa gives your ass a little workout?” Jason didn’t mind at all; he welcomed the attention. Melissa retrieved a crop from the corner and asked Jason if he would stand still or if she needed to tie him up, holding up a coil of rope. “I think I’ll be well-behaved, but maybe it’s better to be safe than sorry. The rope is probably a good idea.” Jason loved being tied and found new bondage partners exciting. Meanwhile, Aaron watched the scene with growing distress. Melissa was about to tie Jason using the same rope she always used on him, and whip him with her usual crop. “This’ll be real quick,” Melissa said as she skillfully bound his wrists together then cinched his elbows behind his back. She flicked the end of the crop against his right buttock but was displeased when he involuntarily jerked away. “You’ll have to do better than that. I expect you to hold still.” She struck again; this time Jason remained steady. “Very good,” Melissa said as she delivered a third, harder whip. She reached around and felt his cock, hard as iron against the cage. She was feeling very satisfied with herself until she looked at Aaron. He clearly wasn’t having a good time watching. His sadness hit her hard; she hadn’t considered how what she was doing would affect him. “Oh, Honey, I am so sorry. This is the rope and whip I use on you, and here I am using them on Jason. That was really thoughtless of me. I truly am sorry.” Aaron appreciated her apology. He moved next to her, and as she stroked his face he began to feel better. Melissa turned back to Jason and untied him. Both he and Alicia were somewhat mystified by this sudden shift; at The Cave, such mixing it up was common practice. Alicia pointed this out. “I’m sure it is,” Melissa replied, “but Aaron and I have had an exclusive relationship, and it wasn’t right for me to just violate that without discussion.” She looked at Aaron. “I think what got to me was seeing how you reacted to Alicia. It’s not your fault; that’s simply what happened.” Melissa hugged Aaron, who gratefully returned the embrace. As they held each other, Alicia commented, “Wow, that’s real commitment and communication. Good for you!” Melissa held Aaron and looked him in the eye. “I’m sorry. I lost my focus for a moment. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.” “We’ll ‘re-consecrate’ the whip and the rope later tonight,” she whispered into his ear. And they did.