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Hannah had the lubricant on her night table. “You can have your shower after your corner time this morning darling. But before you make my tea and go to your corner go to the bathroom and lubricate your back door. I have a little experiment.”

I did as I was told and returned to the bedroom unsure what the Lady of the House had in mind.

“All nice and slippery darling. Good, come here. I want to slide our wand up your bottom for a little while. I’ve been warming it up over night so it won’t be too much of a shock.”

As she spoke Hannah was holding the thin end of the n-joy stainless steel wand and sliding it up and down my bottom cleft. She took a firm hold of my testicles exposed by my cock cage to keep me in place and then said, “I am going to push this in now. You know what to do.”

The best thing to do when Hannah is using my backdoor is to relax and push out to meet what ever she has decided to use me with. It didn’t take long for the big ball of the wand to slip past my little ring and for Hannah to drive it all the way in until only the little ball was outside my body. It didn’t hurt, but was very uncomfortable going up my bottom.

“Perfect”, said Hannah “now pull on your girdle and get my tea. Then off to your corner. Your girdle will help keep your wand in place.”

That was two hours ago. Hannah has gone out for the morning. I am working locked up and full. And deeply content.


“So Darling,” Hannah said sleepily from our bed as I stood in my corner for my morning mindfulness, “How was your little cock cage to sleep in.”

“Surprisingly comfortable.” I replied as it had been.

“What about erections?” asked Hannah.

“Well, my morning erection was a bit difficult but one thing which I noticed is that because my cock is protected it isn’t stimulated by my nightie or the sheets or my panties so I didn’t have as many little erections as I usually do.”

“And you can’t play with yourself in your corner as I know you used to. What about peeing?” Hannah asked.

“Not a problem if I sit down.”

“Good. I think it looks quite nice. Much neater than having your little cock flopping around. You may get my tea.”

Not a word about taking the cage off.

Locked in my Cock Cage

“Darling, can you come up here for a moment.” Hannah called down the stairs when I got home for lunch. I went up to our bedroom and on the bed found:

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my little black cock

“It finally arrived when you were out. Now it looks to me as if there are a lot of fiddly bits which you will have to attend to. Go to it. We’ll formally put your little cock away at cocktails but I’d like you to try the various ring sizes and so on this afternoon. Once you are as comfortable as you can be you may come downstairs, kneel and hand me the keys. I counted. There are three of them.” Hannah smiled, “I am so glad I got you the small. Your little cock will be able to squeeze in there but, once you are locked up I don’t think there will be any erections for you without my permission.”

With that Hannah left and I began to figure out how my little cock cage worked. It is, in fact, quite small and it was a bit difficult to push the head of my cock in. I started with a big ball ring but that is too large and I am on the middle ring.

I’ve only worn my cage for an hour and it is not uncomfortable. But I know it is there. It is locked in place.

Half an hour ago I knelt at Hannah’s feet and, silently, handed her all three keys.

“Perfect. Now back to work and you can tell me at cocktail hour how it’s feeling. Then we’ll give you your little tablet and see how well it controls your erections.”

Happy Place

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Where I belong

“Darling”, said Hannah quietly as she put down her tablet, “I must say that reading even my own prose has left me more than a little moist. You can take your position.”

The Lady of the House lifted her nighty and I went straight to work, licking, sucking and caressing as she, gently at first and then with a food deal of force, pushed her sweet pussy to my tongue. It was not long before she began to sigh and then, pressing my face to her cunt, came beautifully.

“Now lick me nicely dry dear…no, we certainly won’t be needing that. Where can that cage be?”

Questions from Escorts – Done!

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Escorts’ questions answered

“Well aren’t you the clever boy”, said Hannah as I brought her morning tea. “Here my panties and you can stand in your corner while I finish reading.”

Off I went and dropped my dressing gown and pressed the pretty lace into the corner with my nose. A lovely way to start the day. Hannah was propped up in our bed and I could hear her chuckling softly as she flipped through the pages of Questions for Miss Jay: An Escort’s Guide to Style, Dates and Fun.

“Done. And I must say you’ve done a good job. Of course the big book is going to take more time. But I like this one. Now you go and shower, get your girdle on and put up links on all that social media you keep on about. But first, come over here.”

So I did, and have.

This is a quirky sort of book. Hannah doing the research for her book on Escorting for Elegant Women talked to a lot of escorts who have, in turn, asked her all sorts of questions. From how to be a mistress – in the old sense of the word – to finding the right man to buy you your high heels. I think Hannah has a wonderful style and she writes with a real sense of fun. You can get Questions for Miss Jay:An Escort’s Guide to Style, Dates and Fun here.

Wonderfully Busy

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Starting the morning right

“Darling”, said Hannah in lovely, just woke up and I’m enjoying looking at you in your corner sort of voice, “After you get my tea I want you to get to work on those Kindle Books we discussed. The 50’s Fun book is too silly but people seem to like it.”

I could hear Hannah rustling in bed.

“So today I want you to finish off “Questions for Miss Jay” and that book of 50’s Men’s Magazine covers you seem so keen on. Though I can’t imagine why. You must have found some when you were growing up. In any case, get those two done and then get to work on Avails. I thought that link over at the book site about good girls getting escort training was great fun. Now fetch my vibrator and go and make tea. And rinse out those panties.”

I did as I was told and the vibrator was humming as I went downstairs to make my darling her tea. And now her Escorting Questions book and my hommage to the naughty magazines of the 50’s are being reviewed by Amazon.

A lovely way to spend a rainy morning.


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Not right at this moment

Hannah and I are constantly amused and impressed at the lengths some of the couples we read about go to demonstrate the husband’s position in their female led marriages. Perhaps because we have been doing this for quite a long time we don’t seem to work quite that way.

There are constants. We have one sexuality, Hannah’s and my sexual urges are entirely subsumed to hers. I do what I am told. Backchat, sarcasm, and any hint of snark is corrected pretty much immediately whether with the cane or the corner. I am caned a minimum of twice a month to remind me of my position.

Perhaps the only real demonstration of my position which is out of the ordinary is when Hannah has a girlfriend over I am expected to serve and she may, to make her point, send me to my corner or to bed so she can enjoy girl time.

Now, I suppose from an objective perspective, the fact I am typing this in a relatively tight girdle, would be a significant demonstration of my subordinate position. And the fact I have not ejaculated for three weeks might suggest my position.

However, generally, Hannah exercises her feminine authority with a light, elegant touch. She is just not a whips and chains sort of girl.

Every couple organizes their marriage differently and this is no less true of female led marriages than the more vanilla kind. That Hannah chooses to use her power sparingly does not mean she can’t change her mind. From my perspective it is none of my business. She does what she sees fit. I do what I am told.

Works for us.