AUTHOR’S NOTE: I eliminated the primary six components of this sequence as a consequence of some pretty emotional detrimental suggestions. Towards my higher judgment, I’ve determined to place them again in response to quite a lot of private messages I’ve obtained. As soon as the primary six are authorised, I’ll proceed the sequence till the tip.
If you have not learn these but, you must know that the story is a couple of extremely smart girl who manipulates her husband right into a strict and harsh (or, as has been argued by my critics, abusive) femdom relationship with a purpose to fulfill her ever-growing sadistic urges. If one of these story is not your cup of tea, I strongly discourage you from studying it.
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I stood, bare, with my again towards the 6X6 publish within the heart of the room. The leather-based cuffs round my wrists had been related by a snap hook by way of a metal eye-bolt, which was screwed deeply into the wooden on reverse aspect. Struggling towards the cuffs was futile, after all. And I could not hope to budge the 6X6, which was secured to the subfloor and ceiling joists by a half-dozen 5/8-inch carriage bolts.
I knew this element as a result of I would supervised its set up, simply as I would watched over each side of the renovation of the area the place I now discovered myself.
The earlier proprietor of my Kalorama townhouse had turned the spacious basement into an opulent recreation space. Moist bar, residence theatre, the works. His pool desk alone had price greater than most individuals’s automobiles. After I purchased the house, I changed all this with a recreation space extra suited to my very own hobbies: a well-appointed dungeon, the place I may fulfill just about any sexual fantasy which may come to thoughts, as I loved the pleasures supplied to me by my quite a few submissive companions.
Some individuals who take pleasure in BDSM are drawn to the squalid. They like the feel and appear of filthy concrete flooring, dripping drain pipes, and rusty bedsprings. Not me. My tastes run to thick fur rugs, polished wood furnishings, and satin sheets.
The British outline a gentleman as somebody who isn’t impolite, besides on function. My perspective to kink was related. I inflicted ache and degradation exactly as I meant. No extra, no much less. And once I’d ready a girl to obtain it — certain, uncovered, helpless — then I needed her centered on what I used to be about to do to her, not on some minor discomfort ensuing from the way in which I would tied her up.
So, even in my present predicament, I discovered myself admiring my environment. The big St. Andrew’s cross of stable oak. The metal suspension cable, whose remote-controlled electrical winch had allowed me simply to manage the strain on my submissives, as they squirmed beneath my ministrations. And, after all, the king-sized cover mattress, with its top-end mattress, eiderdown cover, and sandalwood body. As I’ve at all times mentioned, the perfect mattress is as comfy for sleeping in, as it’s handy for restraining a submissive in preparation for a correct fucking.
All this was seen within the firelight coming from the massive fuel hearth behind me.
The fireside itself I couldn’t see, since my spouse, Ellen, had secured my neck tightly to the publish with a three-inch broad strap. Its leather-based was stiff, and it brought on a choking sensation if I attempted to swivel my head backward and forward. I used to be, although, in a position to nod barely. This was needed, as a result of she had stuffed a pair of her soiled panties into my mouth, which meant that nodding was the one means I may reply to her questions and instructions.
Ellen’s again was to me. She was dressed all in black, in a mid-length, sleeveless cocktail gown of expensive-looking crepe, with silk stockings and spike-heeled boots, which rose not fairly to her knee. The gown wrapped round her neck, exposing the flawless pores and skin of her again and shoulders, and its slim traces accentuated her excellent ass and legs. I would by no means seen her on this outfit earlier than, so I guessed that she had gone procuring within the two hours that she left me alone to attend for her.
She stood earlier than a big desk just a few ft away. At her orders, I had displayed there all of the devices of bondage and chastisement that I would collected through the years. She chosen a skinny rattan cane and flicked it by way of the air just a few instances, the versatile wooden producing an audible whoosh with every stroke. She laid down the cane and picked up a heretic’s fork, testing the sharpness of its spikes towards the palm of her hand.
She was in completely no hurry. She ignored me, as she rigorously examined every merchandise in flip, wordlessly demonstrating her capacity and willingness to make use of it. I recalled the instances once I had examined her limits, and I imagined that she was considering some kind of horrible vengeance.
Within the time that she was gone, I would grow to be conscious that the corners of the publish had been digging into the pores and skin between my shoulder blades. Worse, a bead of sweat had run down my backbone to the small of my again, and I would struggled in frustration, unable to rid myself of the irritating tickle.
However in Ellen’s presence, these sensations light, changed by an unbelievable need to the touch my spouse’s physique, and a concern of what she was planning on doing to me. Each of those sensations had been heightened when she lastly circled. Need, once I noticed that she was braless, and that the cocktail gown completely complemented her magnificent breasts. Concern, once I noticed that in her proper hand, she held an eighteen-inch baton with two prongs at one finish.
It was my cattle prod.
I’ve at all times believed that the one most necessary attribute of an excellent sexual dominant is empathy. If I remained attuned to my submissive’s deepest emotions — her pleasure, her ache, her yearnings, her fears — then I may manipulate them to maximise the impact of our classes on her psyche and guarantee her full satisfaction. To that finish, I would experimented on myself extensively within the privateness of my dungeon, and I understood intimately the feeling produced by each instrument on the desk.
Whereas any of them, correctly wielded, may induce immense struggling, the one which I actually feared was the cattle prod.
The concentrated electrical shock had been surprisingly intense even on my calf, and far worse on my internal thigh. I would used the instrument on solely a few girls who really craved ache, and I at all times made them beg for it first. I would by no means labored up the nerve to check it on my cock and balls, so I may solely think about what it’d really feel like ought to Ellen select to take action now.
I steeled myself, decided to take no matter ache she determined to inflict on me with out displaying weak point.
As she slowly approached, my rising nervousness fed my arousal. I felt my cock stiffen and the glans peek out of the foreskin. She observed, and he or she chuckled derisively, amused at my need for her. She’d by no means laughed at me like that earlier than. However one way or the other her scorn solely made her appear much more engaging.
I used to be relieved when, as a substitute of a shock from the prod, I felt her take me in her hand, firmly however not roughly. She knew precisely how you can work my penis, rubbing her thumb alongside the nerve on the underside, the place the top joins the shaft. In just a few moments, I used to be totally erect, and he or she moved her hand right down to take my scrotum, caressing my balls gently and rhythmically. My delicate moan was muffled by the cotton panties in my mouth.
She appeared me within the eyes and spoke. It was the primary time since she had entered the room, about twenty minutes earlier.
“Males are such ridiculous creatures,” she mentioned, shaking her head with mock unhappiness. “You compete obsessively with one another all day, day by day. And for what? Energy? Cash? Status? And all of the whereas, you don’t have any understanding at your entire true vulnerabilities. You are all so silly. However you — you are probably the most ridiculous one of all of them. Probably the most highly effective males in Washington, at the least in accordance Politico,” she scoffed, referring to a latest cringy profile of me on the influential political journal. She continued by quoting from the publish. “‘The consummate behind-the-scenes operator.’ It is all so silly.”
She continued to therapeutic massage my scrotum, and her eyes pierced by way of mine. “, I may present you the way pointless all of your energy and cash are proper now, just by closing my hand.” She chuckled to herself softly, after which continued. “It will be really easy. Slowly squeeze, till you begin to squirm. Then hold squeezing and squeezing whereas the agony builds. Till your want for me to cease occupies each synapse of your mind. Till all of the stuff you used to assume are necessary simply fade away.”
As she spoke, she demonstrated what she meant by tightening her grip on my balls. I turned aware of my utter helplessness.
What if she had been critical?
There was completely nothing I may do to cease her from torturing me. Not even beg, since my mouth was stopped up together with her panties. My pleasure turned to discomfort, which turned to ache. She will need to have seen the misery in my face, however she continued to extend the stress on my scrotum very steadily.
“Do you know that you can really die if I squeezed laborious sufficient?” she requested. “Males have, you already know. Died from testicle torture, I imply. Though for that, I would in all probability want to make use of pliers. Is the toolbox nonetheless within the storage room?” Her voice was pleasant and nonchalant, as if she had been informing me of some enjoyable indisputable fact that she’d come throughout on her Instagram feed. Because the ache elevated, I discovered it increasingly tough to breathe by way of my makeshift gag. After what appeared like 5 minutes, though it was actually a lot lower than that, she lastly launched her grip on my scrotum.
She took a step again and appeared down at my cock, which had gone flaccid.
Ellen laughed out loud. “Have a look at you. You are so pathetic.” She took a second to put the unused cattle prod again on the desk, then turned once more to me. She reached out, this time taking the tip of my now utterly limp dick.
She saved her eyes centered on mine as her fingers extracted my glans from the foreskin, the place it had retreated from the ache. She took me forcefully, and now there was not even the pretence of affection. She pinched my shaft simply behind the cock-head between the bony ends of her thumb and center finger, inflicting arousal however not pleasure. She continued to repair my gaze with hers, and I noticed a smile play over her lips.
“It is astonishing how a lot bother this little factor has brought on us,” she mentioned, as a lot to herself as to me. To emphasise the purpose, she elevated the stress from her fingertips, once more crossing the road from arousal to ache. “I do not imply that actually, after all. Your penis is just a bit lump of flesh and nerves, and it could be silly of me to count on it to do something however what it is designed for. No. The issue is right here,” she mentioned, tapping my brow with the index finger of her different hand. “Your mind. Or relatively, your failure to make use of your mind to train any management over your self. That is the reason for our troubles. Do not you agree?” she requested.
I stood nonetheless, after which I felt a sudden, sharp sting. When her again was to me, she had furtively slipped a spiked sleeve onto her index finger, and he or she was jabbing its needle-sharp metal into the very tip of my cock. Onerous. She appeared into my eyes, and her smile took on a slight edge. “Do not you agree?” she repeated, in the identical pleasant, nonchalant voice. She pressed the spike deeper into my glans, till the ache turned excruciating. My pelvis twitched. I nodded as eagerly because the leather-based strap round my neck would enable, and he or she withdrew the claw. I gasped with aid.
“So, what lets do?” she requested, though she clearly did not count on a solution. “I’ve given you many probabilities, however each time you have disillusioned me. You’ve got confirmed your self utterly incapable of exercising even probably the most fundamental stage of self-control. Do not you agree?” I nodded hurriedly, hoping to keep away from one other painful jab. “Effectively. Since you have failed so miserably, I’ve determined to take issues into my very own arms. To any extent further, I’ll management your penis myself, so that you simply now not have to consider it. Is not that a good suggestion?”
Once more, I hesitated, not totally understanding what she meant. However this time, all she wanted to do was to arch her eyebrows, and I nodded my assent. I used to be studying quick.
With out eradicating her left hand from my cock, she conjured into her proper, seemingly from skinny air, a stainless-steel chastity cage with a small brass padlock. I knew for a indisputable fact that no such cage had ever been amongst my devices, and it actually wasn’t one thing that she’d picked up from Walgreen’s that afternoon on her means residence from the mall.
How lengthy had she been planning this?
“I will not insult your intelligence by explaining what that is for,” she mentioned. “As a substitute, I will merely let you know what I count on. To any extent further, each time you’re unsupervised, even at residence alone, you’ll put on your cage. After we are out collectively, particularly if there could be different girls current, you’ll put on your cage. After we’re at residence by ourselves, I will not be so strict, at the least not at first. However the important thing will stay in my possession always, so everytime you want to be launched, you need to ask me. Do you perceive?” I nodded. She chuckled once more. “After all, in case you do not wish to ask, you’ll be able to at all times go to a locksmith.”
She deftly closed the cage’s ring across the base of my shaft and scrotum, and inserted my dick into its little steel basket. She joined the basket to the ring and secured the equipment with the padlock.
Click on. And with that one click on, my life modified eternally.
In her hand, the chastity cage had appeared pretty small, and my cock just isn’t. I nervous concerning the match, however Ellen being Ellen, she’d judged the scale completely. I may really feel its steel bars all alongside my size, particularly the place they curved down and round my foreskin. The system was not uncomfortable, however I knew that it could trigger ache if my cock started to rise.
She returned to the desk and once more picked up the cattle prod. However fortunately, she did not intend to make use of it. She merely needed to exhibit that she may if she selected to.
“Solely certainly one of us is an avowed sadist, and it isn’t me,” she mentioned. “So, so long as you behave your self, you needn’t concern this. Or any of your different little toys,” she added, gesturing dismissively to the desk. “Even the chastity cage I take into account to be primarily a software that can assist you rein in your appetites, not a punishment. However I reserve the proper to vary my thoughts about any of this, at any time, for any purpose. Or for no purpose in any respect. Do you perceive?”
I nodded.
“Great. I really feel higher about our marriage already, do not you?” she mentioned. “Now, I am going upstairs to make myself a cup of tea. You may keep right here and take into consideration how issues might be to any extent further. However do not you dare take pleasure in any self-pity,” she scolded, wagging a finger in my face like a schoolmarm. “You’re the place you’re totally due to your personal decisions.”
She left with out one other phrase.
After she left, I once more started to note my bodily discomfort. I would been immobilized for practically three hours, and the muscle mass in my neck and shoulders and legs had been stiff and sore. The corners of the wood publish had been nonetheless digging into my again. And now I had this piece of metal clinging to my genitals like some alien robotic parasite.
True, it did not harm bodily, however the feeling of emasculation was intestine wrenching. I used to be a sexual dominant. For years, I had outlined myself primarily by my capacity to train management over girls, and my cock was the last word image of that management. With my limp dick locked away in a cage, what was I?
And but… Would not there be some… safety(?) reassurance(?) in ceding management over this side of life to Ellen? Some aid in giving up the relentless, endless hunt for feminine prey? I assumed concerning the numerous hours I would spent — and the emotional stress I would endured — obsessing over intercourse, planning BDSM classes, arranging journey for my submissives, lugging bondage gear throughout city, striving to maintain Ellen and my different companions within the correct emotional state. And on, and on, and on. And all for the sake of some orgasms lasting thirty seconds or much less. Was it actually price it?
Holy shit! What am I considering?
A wave of self-loathing came visiting me when these ideas bubbled up into my acutely aware thoughts. I wriggled my hips violently, as if I may one way or the other shake the hateful steel cage off my cock. I could not, after all.
I used to be pathetic, simply as Ellen had mentioned.