Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Young bride

I had a feeling letting her lock me in chastity was a bad idea, but being the lifelong submissive boy I was, I had allowed her to do it shortly before our weekend getaway.

After three days, I was going crazy with lust. As a wealthy man with a beautiful young bride, a woman who’d been my secretary prior to our dating and getting married (we’d been married a month) I believed myself entitled to pleasure whenever I wanted it. Even though she’d agreed to cater to my submissive desires, she’d always ended all dominance “play” when I’d requested it.

But it had been three days since she’d locked up my penis, and now, we were on my boat together, and she looked so provocative in her bikini. When I’d asked to be released, she had smiled, put handcuffs on my wrists behind my back (she knew I loved bondage) and made me sit down. She sat across from me, looking so beautiful, and smiled at me.

“It’s time for some truth,” Lana began. “Ever since we started dating, I have waited for the perfect moment, and I think this is it. You, there, wearing only swim trunks and a chastity cage, handcuffed and helpless, trembling with desire for your young wife. Now is the time.”

I swallowed. “What do you mean, Lana?”

Her face became stern. “No more talking from you until I command it. In a few moments, your naked body will be lying across my thighs and I will be giving you the first real, authentic spanking of our relationship. After the spanking, you will kiss my feet and surrender yourself to permanent chastity enslavement, and sign over your company and your assets to me - I’ve already drawn up the papers. Once I own everything, including you, we will return to our home, where I’ve already replaced the house staff with all females, all of whom will now hold authority over you for the rest of your life. Of course, I am the Queen Supreme, but any order any female gives you, you will obey, and you will never leave the house again, it is your prison.”

I felt tears in my eyes. She wasn’t joking, I felt the truth of it in my heart, and my loins. Despite the terror, my cage twitched. She giggled.

“I see part of you likes being enslaved,” Lana told me. “I knew you would. Now, on your knees, kiss my feet and let’s make this official. Ask me to spank you.”

I trembled, and when I stood to kneel, she whisked off my trunks. I was naked as I kissed her dazzling feet.

“Please, Miss Lana,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, my old life slipping away with each word. “Please spank me.”

Just because Madam was taking it easy didn’t mean you could too. Her magnificent leathers and boots won’t keep themselves spotless.

So open your mouth and take the toe of her boot inside until you can’t stuff any more down your throat and suck like your life depends on it.

Mainly because it does…..

Reminding Her slave that it's just a stupid thing that exists purely for Her sadistic amusement.

I love the way submission evolves, specifically in a relationship to somebody. I used to fantasise about setting up a challenge or bet, losing badly and getting that rubbed in my face. Specifically being set against a woman and losing to her was always so hot to me. In a relationship that can easily become the brat dynamic of me acting out or causing conflict because I want to be put in my place.

But my partner wanted an obedient boy and wasn't a fan of pulling her boy back in line. Why should she put up with me trying to resist when we both know I'm going to lose, I want to lose, I've lost every single time for months, years even? How many times do I have to be defeated before I give up?

But when I accept that I cannot act out and expect to get rewarded, I start thinking about how it works to get rewarded for obedience. Getting bullied and made fun of is something I'm earning through being a total suck up.

Suddenly I'm proud that there's no fight left in me. I do all her chores and say yes ma'am and drop everything when she calls for me. If and when she decides to reward me, she knows that shoving her feet in my face, calling me a weakling, and telling me to kiss her ass are exactly what I adore. And when I feel that urge like I should be fighting for my pride and self respect, to just let her walk all over me and thank her for it, make extra efforts to show my appreciation... It's so much better than standing up and getting knocked down.

Royally screwed…

Do you seriously want me to believe that your wife allowed for you to be unlocked from the chastity cage today? I mean it is easy enough to double check, do you want me to give her a quick call? No? Oh, why not? Did you just try to lie to me?

No, no, I I mea mean yes mistress. I'm sorry mistress.

That's alright, strictly enforced chastity can make a horny guy do stupid things. Besides, your wife doesn't really need to know about every tiny transgression, right?

No, I mean I hope not mistress.

Then I am sure that you'll be okay when I recommend to your wife to keep your horny little penis safely locked for another month?

Oh mistress, do you really have to? I don't know if I can take another month in chastity, mistress.

Ah okay, I understand. So you want me to do what I normally do to disobedient lying husbands?

Oh god no! Please mistress. No please.

Good thing you're cute when you're scared…

Of course she does.....we just exist to serve her in whatever way gives her greatest pleasure or profit