A Man In My Position
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“Darling, thank you so much for posting the Amazon items. I know it’s a lot of work but it’s fun to see what people buy and, well if we are ever going to get a cage for your little cock we’re going to have to work hard. However…” She said slipping her hands under her skirt and slipping off her panties. “I think you need a little corner time to focus before cocktails. When you hear the timer go off put on one of your girdles and one of your pretty camis and bring down your nipple clips. Having your nipples clipped for cocktails always makes you nice and hard. And don’t forget your tablet. You might as well have a bit of fun with your little cock while you still can.”
I Immediately did what I was told and, standing in my corner, engulfed in Hannah’s sweet scent, I realised she had pretty much decided to cage me.
My darling Hannah, along with inspiring my own books about our life in a female lead relationship, is a wonderful writer in her own right. She was commissioned by a website to write about various elements of the escort business and has been having great fun looking at how aspiring girls can make escorting both lucrative and more than a little elegant.
The upshot being that she is in the final stages of editing her book called Avails: Escorting for the Elegant Woman which she hopes to have for sale on Kindle in early September. As part of the pre-marketing of her book, the Lady of the House had me build a blog called, big surprise, Avails: Escorting for the Elegant Woman. One it Hannah will be posting excerpts of the book as well as some of the research material she’s been accumulating.
As you can guess, Hannah has firm opinions about how the modern courtesan should dress, conduct her business and enjoy the surprises life brings. You can read the blog here.
I have been working hard all day and Hannah posted to her blog before I posted to mine which almost never happens.
I must admit I was a bit eager last night. And being sent to bed in my girdle was certainly well deserved. I suspect Hannah would have caned me a bit harder earlier had she been paying close attention.
I don’t like the sound of a cage very much. It looks uncomfortable and Hannah seems to think it would be best to get a “short” version. As Hannah sweetly puts it at her blog “I actually like his perfectly ordinary, if a little small, cock.” It is “a little small” not tiny and that cage does not look as if it would fit. And if I am to be kept on low dose Viagra I’ll get erections constantly. Sigh.
Well she hasn’t ordered it yet.
After my whipping I served Hannah cocktails and we had a delicious dinner and then she sent me up to bed. “Don’t forget your tablet” she said kissing me good night. I didn’t and I washed carefully hoping she might let me come. It has been nearly a month.
Hannah writes about her pleasure over at her blog A Dominant Wife. I was hugely excited to be allowed to orally pleasure her and relieved to be allowed to enter her after she came.
Of course I was disappointed to only be allowed gentle strokes for her greater pleasure rather than being able to thrust and maybe come. But Hannah’s hands stayed at her side and my nipples remained untouched much less pinched. She likes my cock hardened by Viagra because it will stay hard for as long as she chooses to use it. Without the Viagra, after a while, doing gentle strokes leads to a softening and sometimes Hannah would caress my nipples just to keep me hard. Now she doesn’t have to. She can ignore me and still enjoy my cock.
After about five minutes of my obedient stroking Hannah told me to withdraw and put on a panti girdle so I wouldn’t pester her with my erection. Reluctantly I obeyed and write this entry the next morning, in bed, in my panti girdle, hard as a rock with Hannah sleeping beside me.
I am a lucky man.
“I don’t like that attitude.” said Hannah, “Go downstairs and bend over the couch…I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Not good. I’d just been whipped a day or two ago. Didn’t matter.
“I want you to do as you are told. No ifs or buts. And there really is only one way you’ll learn.”
Hannah had, thankfully, only a limited space for her back swing but she used every inch of it as she striped my bottom with twelve medium hard strokes of her rattan can in quick succession. After five I was up on my toes and at nine I began to moan as she relentlessly whipped me. At last it was over.
“This cane is too curved. I want it straight. Soak it and have it straight by morning. Now, thank me for your correction.”
I got to my knees and said, “Tahnk you for my whipping Dear Lady. I love you.”
“Well get up and pour my wine.”
We’ve been busy moving but, despite the heat, Hannah wanted to make sure we were on track.
“Now I think your corner will be right here darling.. But I am not sure where the best place to whip you will be. It is nice to have my rattan canes back. The acrylic rod certainly does the job but I prefer the weight of the rattan especially for maintenance.” She said with a little smile. “We’ll, I don’t think the bedroom is quite ready. You take these panties and try out your corner and I’ll call you when I find a spot.”
I spent ten minutes with my nose firmly pressed into the moist gusset of the panties Hannah had been wearing all day. Lovely and very focusing. She called from downstairs. I walked, naked, through the house.
“Right there I think..”Said Hannah motioning to a tall bar stool she’d placed in the middle of the room. “Let’s hope the neighbours don’t pop by. So, Darling, you’ve been just a little cheeky since we got here and that means extra, punishment, stokes on top of your maintenance. You’ll know when I’m done.”
And she meant it. Six medium strokes with the 36 inch rattan cane and then six quite intense strokes. I was vocalising at the end.
“Perfect, now go back to your corner and think about how important it is to be respectful. And Darling, while that is a lovely erection… No touching or you’ll have five minutes with your little cock in the ice bucket… And put on your panties for cocktails.”
I think the house will work very well.
The second volume of our story is now available on Kindle. The Lady of the House is not happy with the typeface so I suspect I will be redoing the cover – so this would be the rare, first issued, edition.
It would be lovely to have a few reviews.
“Darling, when you have finished in the bathroom come and kneel by the bed.” said Hannah a bit sleepily. We’ve been moving and it has meant a lot of our routine has been disrupted. And, for some reason, the Lady of the House has had no interest in her own pleasure much less mine. Too busy I suspect. I knelt.
“So here is one of your tablets for that little cockette.” said Hannah holding out a small dosage of Viagra. “I want you to start getting hard regularly. It keeps you focussed and now that we are moved in I want to get back to our routine. I know I have not whipped you in a couple of weeks and, up until now, there really has not been an empty corner to put you in. But first, lets have you erect more often.”
With that Hannah pinched my nipple between her thumbnail and her sharp index finger nail as I knelt. “Now look at that little cock…even before the Viagra it is getting so hard. Are you almost finished the next volume of our book?”
“Just about darling. I have it in review at Kindle.”
Hannah gave my nipple a twist and then my now hard cock a friendly but stiff slap. “Good. Still called “Obedient Husband” I trust.”
“Yes Miss. That’s what you wanted it called so that is what I called it.”
Hannah held my testicles and began to squeeze uncomfortably. “Well it has certainly taken you long enough. And once this book is done I want the Maid book up and then we are going to write a guide to Elegant Female Led Marriages – well, you are going to write it and I am going to supervise and revise. Now that we are in the country you’ll have fewer distractions. And you can get to work on our books and on getting a lot fitter.”
She slide her middle finger into my backdoor. “It is a long winter coming up. I think we need to go back to basics. More pleasure for me, more discipline for you.”
“Do you like my finger in your bottom?”
“Good, we are going to be concentrating a bit back there. Now get to work.” she said pulling her finger free.
As Hannah was undressing last night she put her pretty white panties to one side.
“Darling. I’ve decided I’ll be leaving my panties out of the laundry from time to time. If you see I have left them for you it means I want you to spend some time in your corner in the morning while you are waiting for my kettle to boil. I don’t want to have to remind you. If my panties are out your nose is in your corner when I wake up. Then, a bit later in the morning you can rinse them out.”
Which is exactly what happened this morning: Hannah awoke to the site of my lightly bruised bottom and her still moist panties pressed by my nose into the wall. She said nothing and, eventually, her kettle boiled and we got on with our day.