Chapter 3 The next day began quite normally. The only item that might have seemed unusual was the key she wore on a black rope necklace around her neck. We were in the car heading to our favorite local Mexican spot, and I was lost in thought. It almost went unnoticed, but she appeared more assertive than usual. Normally there’s some back-and-forth about where we eat, with her often telling me to choose, not this time though. Maybe it meant nothing; perhaps I was overthinking.
After the waitress took our order, we chatted and scrolled on our phones as per routine. I noticed her hand resting on the key, slowly twirling it between her fingers. I could feel myself pressing against the cage. I squirmed slightly, trying to shift around to ease the pressure without success. She never looked up from her phone, but I saw a dimple form in her cheek as a satisfied smile spread across her face. She bit her lower lip for just a moment, and my mind screamed with agony and longing desire. Thoughts of wanting wouldn’t finish before new ones began forming. My head was filled with a thickening warm haze.
The sound of the plate arriving caught me off guard. I opened my eyes to see our food being set down on the table and noticed my wife’s gaze slip away from mine. I composed myself as best I could, and we started eating. Throughout the meal, my eyes were drawn to her more than usual; I couldn’t hide my glances, and I knew she saw them. She gave me a look that seemed to say, in just a moment, that I had no idea what I was dealing with.
On the drive home, my thoughts raced on. This haze felt like a lingering drug staying with me. I was certain I would feel this way for some time and needed to accept it; I just had to let go and enjoy it.
We arrived home and went our separate ways for a bit. She caught up on Reddit, YouTube, and other things while I did the same in the computer room. I found myself seeking out more erotic content, as if it would help when I was simply feeding this drug of desire within my mind—reading stories, looking at sex toys, watching femdom porn videos. I was frustratingly enjoying every bit of it on so many levels.
Somewhere along there, I stumbled upon a link to thousands of chastity caption images. I went through them one by one, saving the few that seemed appealing or arousing. Some captions included elements I hadn’t considered before, keeping my mind racing. A main trend emerged in the pictures I saved: captions highlighting her power and how she was now holding onto it with full discretion. Every time I encountered these specific captions, they turned me on more, reinforcing the idea of her having unrestricted authority over me.
Later, she asked me to download new episodes of a British dating reality series she had been watching and join her in the bedroom. Of course, I obeyed eagerly and climbed into bed with her. As I cuddled up against her while she watched, I caressed her silky smooth skin, driving myself crazy. Getting increasingly eager, she stopped me and instructed me to get out of bed so she could lie on her stomach comfortably watching TV, telling me to start worshipping her backside.
I focused all my energy and desire into pleasing her tight little opening, licking and searching for the rhythm and spot that would make her squirm most. I became intoxicated by this haze consuming my mind. When I found the right combination, she clenched and moved, which turned me on even more. Almost an hour later, she finished her episodes and told me to stop; her face had a glow, and she mentioned two orgasms resulted from it. I was so happy having pleased her.
I went to the restroom to clean up and caught my reflection in the mirror. There were no coherent thoughts left, just warmth that felt… right. Returning to the bedroom, I rejoined her on the bed before long, hearing myself say “please hurt me.” She looked at me, smiled, and said “Beg.”
“Please, please hurt me Mistress, please please please” - I begged. “More pathetic,” she said with a sadistic, intoxicating tone. “Please mistress, please hurt this pathetic little bitch. Please, please hurt this little pain slut. Please Mistress, please. I will do anything, please!”
Her hands grabbed just behind my nipples and twisted. My eyes shut as my head drifted back; finally felt free of constant arousal and tension when she let go. “I want you to look me in the eyes while I hurt you,” she said. “Yes Mistress,” I replied. She grabbed me again, twisting my body as I focused on keeping my gaze locked with hers. She loved seeing my expressions change and struggling to maintain eye contact. Looking at her this way was such a turn-on yet drove me deeper into submission simultaneously; the haze had become a fog of submissive desire. I could feel her hands release while still maintaining focus.
“More” - I begged. “You’re going to be like this for weeks, so it isn’t just about your nipples,” she said playfully. “Turn over, face down with ass up and wait.” I couldn’t see what she was doing but heard her rummaging through the closet where we keep our toys. She found what she wanted and stood behind me asking, “Can you take ten licks from the cane?” We had played with this cane before; it was always one of her most painful implements. “Yes Mistress. Can I have more please” - I asked. “Twenty then. Start counting,” she said. “One Mistress, Two Mistress… Three Mist.. Four Mis…” I kept count each time and was pleasantly surprised by how well I handled them. We reached twenty, but she hit again so I continued counting. She always gave enough pause for me to prepare for the next strike; I wanted to impress her and show my endurance. After twenty-five hits she checked in on where I stood. Asking to continue, wanting to reach fifty, she seemed both surprised and impressed by agreeing. Strike by strike, count by count we made it there.
She rejoined me in bed, and I cuddled up with my head on her chest thanking her. I spent a good while enjoying subspace as she stroked my hair.