We have gone through several chastity sessions, yet a couple of days ago my wife essentially announced we were signing another contract. She prefers not to keep contracts for too long, so this one is set for three weeks.
I wasn’t particularly eager to do it, but her telling me directly really got me going.
We signed the papers and she said it would begin the following morning. Then she ordered me to fetch the wrist and ankle cuffs. She bound my hands behind my back and tied my ankles together, basically raping me right there. Wow, I could see this was turning her on. She declared that was the last orgasm I’d get until she made a decision.
The next morning, I had loaded the kids into the car and was preparing to leave. I didn’t remind her about the contract because I wasn’t looking forward to heading to work locked up and dealing with the initial ball burn I always suffer from.
She stuck her head into the garage and shouted “GET IN HERE!!” I played dumb, walked in, and asked what she wanted. She was in our bedroom unlocking her lockbox where we keep the various cages. She made me drop my pants, put on the ring, then placed the cage over it and locked it.
There I was, her slave once more. Our basic agreement is that I am her slave whenever I’m locked up. I must obey whatever she says or face punishment. Actually, she’s a very reasonable mistress. I do end up doing quite a bit more household chores when I serve as her slave, but she still handles her share of the load. She checks on what I’ve done to ensure it meets her standards and will add items to the list if she deems them necessary.
I also have to maintain a food log while in servitude. I must stay under 2000 calories or she punishes me quite severely. It isn’t difficult, but if I keep my intake below 1500 for the day, I earn a ruined orgasm and get tied up again in the evening. Since I am also gym-goer, being her slave usually means I lose some weight during the contract period.
What an excellent weight loss plan.:-)
The first evening after returning home from dinner, she told me to put the kids to bed by 8:30 because she has plans for me.
Once the children are asleep, I walk into the room and see her wearing a lovely nighty while telling me “STRIP! Go take a shower.” When I emerge from the shower, the bed is made with pillows placed on the floor. She instructs me to prepare it so I can be tied down. We have a four-poster king-size bed equipped with cuffs attached to the top posts that we slide underneath. I pull those out. Then I bring over our toy box and attach the foot cuffs to the bottom posts. We also keep knee cuffs permanently installed under the bed, which I pull into position.
She tells me to lie down on the bed. She ties my wrists first, then my ankles, spreading me in a large X shape across it. The way these pink cuffs connect to the bed is via rope with several links of chain running through the middle loop and secured by double D-rings. This allows her to unhook the ring and slide it down several links to pull my arms or legs closer to the posts. Once I’m secure, she checks each arm and leg, pulling them outward as far as possible so I am fully stretched out. Then she attaches the cuffs on each knee and pulls them sideways until they reach their limits.
When she finishes tying me up, I am completely spread open and immobilized. I can wiggle my feet an inch or two and move my hands slightly; occasionally if her tie isn’t tight enough, I might pull my shoulders down a bit, but not much. Most importantly, I cannot close my legs at all—not even a little to feel less exposed and vulnerable. My midsection and butt are practically locked in place. I can rock side-to-side just a small amount and wave my penis around, but I am defenseless against whatever she wishes to do.
I love every minute of it.
She usually blindfolds and gags me, but this evening she only used the blindfold. She always employs two different types: one covers the full face (over the nose) and the other is tight rubber. She does this because using just one often leaves some visibility remaining. With her method, I cannot see any light nor can I typically rub them off my head.
She kissed me for a minute and asked if I was ready. I said “Yes, Mistress. Please be nice.” Then she attached clips to my nipples and removed the cage. My erection came instantly. I felt a whip caressing my body. She whipped me a few times (not too hard) and mentioned that despite having no formal punishment scheduled, she just wanted to do it for her own enjoyment. Afterward, she climbed on top of me and entered me. Following several strokes, she pulled back and pressed her breasts against my clamped nipples, kissing me like the mistress does to her owned slave. She had received attention from my mouth at each breast before giving me a few more thrusts and pulling out occasionally. I was going crazy. She mounted me one last time until she climaxed, then said “That is all you get.” She retrieved the cage and placed it back on me. I was so incredibly turned on and horny.
After she untied me, I ended up giving her a few more orgasms by hand because I simply wanted to please her. Before we went to sleep, I asked if I could wear underwear, and she replied “No. Slaves sleep naked.” I felt like I was testing her limits, but my God, she is being the perfect Mistress for me.
We have played before and she has enjoyed it, but this time she seemed to be doing more of it for my benefit. Actually, no—this time SHE wanted to do it, which is such a turn-on.
Last night was fun as well; I’ll write about that later when I can.