It began like a typical evening until I finally asserted control. He was stripped down to just the chastity cage. We explored topics we’d discussed before, and surprisingly, I found it within myself to take action—and then some. It went really well, and I hope this becomes something we keep doing.
I started by having him put on a skirt and shirt that we owned but had never worn together. I secured his hands behind his back so he understood who was the mistress here. I pinched his nipples in the same way he likes to pinch mine. Then, while removing his underpants (which I thought were already off), I declared, “This is how you should undress me when I ask for it, boy!” Since his pants weren’t fully down yet, this earned him a good spanking.
Next, I sent him to the bedroom and had him bend over. I enjoyed myself thoroughly with him there; after putting on my strap-on device, I really went at it. Afterward, I stripped him completely again and bound him securely to the bed using every method I could think of. Then came more teasing before a final “good night.”
For the past few nights, he’s mentioned that wearing the cage makes it hard for him to sleep through the entire night. He asked what would happen if he needed to get up to release himself. I told him to wake me, and that is exactly what he did. However, I only allowed him out once; during the other two attempts, I made him wait, which felt good because it confirmed I have the strength for this role. I don’t think he was entirely thrilled with being kept waiting, but who holds the power? It’s me, not him.
When morning arrived, I let him stretch a bit before locking his hands and legs back up. I asked him to give me orgasms and demonstrate how his mistress deserves to be treated, which he did—more than four times in total, each with a different technique that surprised me by being more enjoyable than our earlier experiences. At one point, I briefly released him for some intimacy before putting him right back into the cage. We spent the day together as usual.
Later, I tied his hands and legs up again. After he stayed like that for a while, my needs resurfaced. He attended to them, though not quite as effectively as earlier in the day. So, I took him out so his mistress could have a pleasant climax without interruption—a first for me (I used to get annoyed if he didn’t finish inside). But this time, I put the cage back on before he was able to reach completion, and I was perfectly fine with that. Finally, I made him hold me like royalty should be held, then drifted off to sleep in his arms.
I think he finally realized that I do have it in me. Our session ended because we had to pick up the kids, but I know I will enjoy this even more next time.