Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Strict and Stern, Firm and Fair #40-24

As Pete and Cecilia walked in, she was immediately greeted with, “Cece! Always lovely to see you,” by the girl at the front desk. Obviously, they knew each other, and chatted away for a few minutes as Pete stood by, slightly awkwardly. Mostly due to the fact he was trying not to stare at either ladies’ considerable chest.

She escorted the two to a table.

Cece smiled, knowing that she gave him a real eyeful as she sat down. Her “dress” could easily be mistaken as some type of nightie, the type that women would only break out if they were really wanting to treat their man.

“See something you like…” the waitress asked, knowingly as she handed them their menus. She knew what Cece was having, she’d been there many times before. And of course, she also know what Pete would be getting; a certain little something added to his drink.

The restaurant, Bonnie's, catered to a certain clientele. Ladies who had a sadistic streak in them. Some enjoyed it as a first date, to show who'd be wearing the pants in the relationships, and who'd wet them. Others, preferred it as a last date situation, to humiliate a guy who had wronged them before dumping them.

And then there were those who were just there to watch. There were several "ladies only" booths positioned to give a good view of the tables where couples would be sat, so they could enjoy the show.

As Peter's drink was sat down in front of him, Cece winked at the waitress, who nodded back in recognition.

He didn’t say anything while they ate, but quickly became aware of a need to pee. Which made no sense as he'd hardly had anything to drink.

The waitress could tell he was getting squirmy as she came over to show the dessert menu. She knew Cece preferred an audience, and she was all for pleasing the customer.

“Care for a dessert, another beer perhaps...?” she asked, coyly.

Cece giggle a little. "he's barely touched the first one. I hope you're not just trying to be a cheap date. I'm all for women's empowerment but, I do like it when a guy splashes out for me..."

The waitress sniggered at that, before offering an alternative. "Maybe just can't handle his drink? I at least appreciate a man who tries to control himself. Some of our patrons end up causing themselves a lot of embarrassment."

"Mmm hmm..." Cece agreed, "there was that poor young man last time I was here. Must have had a few too many and... well... pssssss... he he he he...." She giggled childishly as she mimed a man wetting his pants.

The waitress nodded in agreement. Of course, they both neglected to mention that he had been there with Cece.

"We had a couple more recently," she added, "we had to close off the men's room after some vandalism. I'm pretty sure it was one of those crazy W.A.R.M. activists."

Cece laughed quite openly at Pete’s shocked reaction. "Oh! I take it you've heard of them? Well... I'm not a member myself but, I do think they're doing some great work!"

The waitress shrugged, "I don't know about that, but I'll grant you it was an interesting shift that night!"

He was starting to cotton on to the fact something was off about this place. As he looked around panicked, he noticed how many women were all staring intently in his direction. As he felt their gaze, his need to pee ramped up exponentially.

This was now an emergency. He had to...

Too late.

He gasped in shock as he felt his last ounce of self control slip away. It didn't even start with a trickle, his pee was steaming full force into his pants.

Cece was cracking up, as was the waitress. Even from the other side of the table, it was obvious she knew what was happening.

A chorus of giggles and the glare of a phone's camera light meant it was obvious to everyone else.

Cece tried to regain her composure. “Ahem… Um… I think we’ll skip dessert actually.” She grinned wickedly, as Pete cringed at the thought of having to stand up shortly. “I think Petey here would like to go home and change...”

“Of course… I'll just get you the bill…” she paused and looked down at Pete, "and a mop."

"Oh, thank you," Cece gushed before turning to Pete, "you know, the service is the reason I keep coming back to Bonnie's."

Source

Perfectly stated!!!

It may start out as curiosity or a kinky little game for him. He may even buy a cage for the two of you to try. The beauty is in doing so, he cannot comprehend the Pandora’s box he is unleashing upon himself. Ladies, he is literally giving you the keys to the greatest gift ever; his absolute devotion to you.

You will have to wait until the novelty wears off, perhaps a month or two, but it’s well worth the wait. You will know it’s your time to act once you notice he is no longer as interested in playing with chastity, or putting on his cage unprompted. When they day comes, plan a night out. Dress in your sexiest outfit and before leaving the house, hand him the cage and firmly tell him to put it on while you watch. Once he does so, have him hand you the key and tell him “this key is now mine,” and never give it back to him.

Go out for the night and enjoy the evening together. When you get home, tease and edge his cock, have him lick and finger you to an amazing orgasm, and thank him for a wonderful evening. When he asks about his own orgasm, tell him he will not be cumming for a while. He is going to be confused and frustrated, so give him love and assure him that he is not in trouble or being punished. Simply explain you have been reexamining chastity in your relationship, and have decided to take ownership of his cock and sexuality moving forward. **Ideally, you should already have a signed chastity contract from when you first decided to explore chastity play. This would be a good time to tell him you have simply decided to enforce the contract permanently. (If you do not have one, you need one.) 

At the end of your evening, basque in the afterglow of your orgasm and your victory. Enjoy the joy and comfort of his throbbing cage gently patting your ass as you fall to sleep.

such joy

That feeling when he's fucking you but starting to flag, so you mumble something about his cock wanting to be locked up again. ...and suddenly he's ROCK solid again. What a fucking chastity slut!

On one hand you hated it. For the first few years of dating, she was exclusively yours. You loved taking her out, cuddling with her, the five seconds of pure ecstasy as you two got intimate.

But not once in those years did you see her get as excited to be with you as she is over this other man. And, if it means her happiness, you'll do anything for her even if that means you have to become a pussy free cuck while she gets to be with whomever she wants.

On the bright side, she says if you're well behaved she'll let you watch.