You'll Find Out What ''worse'' Means Very, Very Soon.

Reaesth

take a stroll around the house or, if your property is private enough, around the yard wearing your strapon. do it unexpectedly. perhaps while he is working in the garage, gardening, playing a game, making breakfast, etc. you don't even have to plan on pegging him or using it (bonus if you do though!) the sheer sight will be enough to send his mind racing and get him aroused with anticipation.

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i love to just wear my strapon around the house. like i said, some times it is just for fun. no sex involved. it just demonstrates my power and it reminds him of his place in this relationship. I am the one with the cock and he is not!

story: her chastity husband is out in the yard chopping wood. she's been watching form the house getting turned on planning what she is going to do to him when he gets back in. she's been waiting for too long when she remembers that she has all the power and that she can go take what she wants WHENEVER she wants. like a man, like he used to, she thought. she realizes that her yard has a privacy fence that should keep any prying eyes away. the most that would happen is a neighbor might hear a few odd noises. she has been known to get pretty aggressive when her internal vibrator brings her to climax. she's done waiting. she gets dressed in a dominant outfit. when he sees her, she wants him to know what he is in for. she straps on her strapon and she confidently strolls out to greet him. the fresh breeze is exhilarating on her exposed skin. he sees her coming and he drops what he is doing and his mind races. he thinks, certainly she isn't serious. not here! not in the yard! she's never done THIS before. what if the neighbors hear? what if they see?! as his heart races he also notices that his cock starts to strain against its cage. it doesn't help that it has been weeks since she has last unlocked him. she gets close up to his face and she gives him a stern look. he knows well enough what she wants him to do. usually he gets those looks in the bedroom. it's the look of "well, what are you waiting for?" he knows she wants him to get naked and prepare for his pegging but he feels like he has to protest at least a little. this is so far out of the ordinary and people might hear or see! he hesitates and mutters a feeble, "you what to do this out here? what if someone sees?" THAT did not go over well. she is not used to him talking back anymore. she grabs at his cage and feels his penis trying to get erect and that is all the confirmation she needs. she says, "your mouth says one thing but your tiny locked cock says another. since your mouth seems to need something to do..." she put her hand on his head and applied a firm pressure downward. "NO!" he thought, "I should have kept his mouth shut... she's going to make me suck her strapon. in the yard!" he doesn't want to dig himself in any deeper. he complies and gets down on his knees. her strapon is pressed against his lips. she let's it sit there for just a few seconds. long enough, she thinks, to let his situation really sink in. then she thrust it forward. in and out. it seemed forever. he felt so humiliated but his caged cock continued to betray him by straining against his cage... she laughed at him and told him what a good backyard blowjob he was giving. she laughed again but didn't say anything. it was probably because of the loud ~slurp~ and ~gluck~ noses made that he prayed to God that no one would hear. she really started to thrust harder and deeper. he gagged more than a few times which drew more laughter from his wife. he knew she was really getting into because he felt the vibrator she would place inside her kick on. As it vibrated, it would also vibrate the strapon in his mouth and he knew what that meant. she was ready to mount him. she pushed him around so that he was bent over the tree stump he was chopping wood on. she pulled down his pants and he felt a glob of lubrication fall onto his ass. she applied gentle pressure and she was in. between her arousal and the vibrations she could feel from her vibrator, she was not in the mood to go slow. she felt confident. she felt powerful. she felt more in charge, yet out of control than she had ever felt. she plowed into him until she came from the thrusts and the vibrations. she pulled out an left him bent over there in the yard. he couldn't even move to stand and regain some of his lost dignity. she had taken what she wanted and she went back in the house. as she walked she thought about how hot and sexy that was. she smiled to herself as she thought, "i'm never going to unlock him... maybe next time i'll peg him in the garage".

N and p and L and barry (Part 1)

[First instalment of my account of L's visit on Wednesday and Thursday of this week]

Barry is funny. L wasn’t kidding when she said he was nervous. OMG! In the restaurant at lunch he spilt water on the table, accidentally poured far too much pepper on his lunch and dropped salad all over the floor. Mucky pup.

I pretended to be annoyed on L's behalf and told him that if he wasn’t more careful, L would make him get down and eat his discarded lettuce off the floor. She hadn't actually said anything about that and I'm sure she had no intention of doing it, but he still apologised profusely to both of us.

Walking back to my place (Ladies in front, boys three steps behind) I waited until we were on a quiet stretch of road, then said, quite loudly, to L:

“So L, when we get in, shall we have the boys strip for action?”

“I think so”, she replied, equally loudly, “And put their collars on”. We looked back, grinning, mainly at Barry. We were just in time to see his head turn into a ripe tomato. I should add that he smiled back at us, so he was clearly excited as well as embarrassed. p was smiling too, no doubt at Barry’s reaction.

As soon as we got in and closed the door behind us, I told both boys to strip off, put their clothes in the top of the hall cupboard and then join me and L in my living room on hands and knees.  We flounced off and sat on my sofa, leaving the door open so we could still just about see them changing.  

Barry was ready first, but started waiting for p instead of coming straight in. I pointed this out to L, who called out to him to hurry. The sound of His Mistress’s voice had an immediate effect. He stopped waiting for p, dropped to the floor and came scurrying in to L like a giant insect with a big red head.

“Good boy!” said L, reaching forward to attach his collar, which wasn’t a fancy metal one like p’s, but an old style leather one with studs. I don’t know if she tied it too tight, but his face stayed red after that. p came in shortly afterwards, padding along like a faithful old hound and holding his head up for me to lock on his own, far more shiny and stylish collar.

“Now”, announced L, “N has suggested that we should let you two out of your chastity devices. Do you think you will be able to control yourself, Barry?”

Barry assured L that he would and she reached in her purse and pulled out the key to unlock him. I gave p a little kick in the side and asked him if he would be able to control himself too. Naturally, he assured me he would and I took his key off my bracelet and unlocked him.

Both cocks looked all squashed up and sad when they were first released, like a couple of little animals in hibernation. It was okay. I knew they would soon wake up. I held my right foot out for p to kiss and thank me for his release. I saw Barry looking out of the corner of his eye.

L flashed her dark eyes at him and gave him the gentlest of slaps. I have to say this for L, she does have beautiful eyes. I always think she looks a bit Spanish. She poked out her podgy foot and Barry kissed it, apologetically. She looked across at me and smiled. She was doing well and I was proud of her.

“When did he last come?” I asked, in my usual, bashful way. L looked at Barry for the answer. She really seem to control him with those eyes.

“Sunday 26 May” he volunteered, immediately. Boys always know exactly. He probably could have given me the time, too.

“Oh, quite recently then”, I teased. “He’s not due for a release for ages”. Barry looked to L in alarm, but she just stared back at him as if to say “What?”

“I hope you’ve not been secretly wanking again,” I added. Now there was panic in his eyes. Again, he looked to L, who just looked back as if to say “Well, have you?”

“Honestly, L, I’ve not, I wouldn’t, I learned my lesson –“ he jabbered. L laughed.

“Don’t panic, pet, N is only teasing”.

L asked me the same question about p. I gestured to him to answer her.  

“Friday, 24 May”.

“So he won’t be coming for a while either, will he?" I commented. "Now what shall we play first?”

“How about ’horsey’?” suggested L, much to my surprise. This must be something she likes doing with Barry, because she didn’t get it off me. .It’s not something I have done much with p because he is bony and not very comfortable to ride. He is also prone to back pain. Still, one must defer to guests, so I agreed. Except that I suggested we swop slaves!

Barry is quite broad and squat and makes quite a good horse. The sight of p, straining under Big L, however, was something else! If he thought he had back pain before, it was nothing compared to what he must have now. I suppose I shouldn’t laugh, but what the hell? I am a cruel, imperious Mistress and my slave is there to suffer for my amusement (and all that).

In fairness, p made a valiant effort – he always does his best, bless him – but L was just too heavy. I thought she was going to break his spine. She used her crop on him – yes, she brought her own – but she was flogging a dead slave. Meanwhile, Barry was ferrying me around the living room like an elephant carrying a little boy. I gave him a few strokes of the crop, but it wasn’t really necessary, he was quite speedy.

I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would, even after we changed ends at half-time and I took my turn on p, who was sagging in the middle and a bit puffed out. He did recover, though, especially after a few liveners across the rump and Barry wasn’t quite so sprightly carrying his own Mistress around. L obviously liked this as both horse and rider worked very well together.

We tried a few variations of this game before we finally decided to rest the horses, the best one probably where we laid biscuits (Oreos) down on the floor and the boys had to find and eat them as we went round. Obvs Barry and L won hands down, though I suspect L may have helped out with the biscuit consumption.

Barry’s reward was to kiss our arses; p’s penalty was a kick in the nuts (or rather several). Barefoot, not shod, as I own those nuts. L declined to participate, though she agreed to give him half a dozen strokes of the crop instead. I made sure he expressed his undying gratitude for both.

N x

[End of Part 1]

[Top and bottom pics from Men are Slaves, middle from Goddess Kitra.com]