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A Conversation about my Cage

maid art cut BWI was just cinching Mady, Hannah’s maid, into her corset when she asked, “Do you mind having to wear your cock cage all the time?”

“Not especially, Miss.” I replied honestly. “It is not uncomfortable if that is what you mean.”

“Not exactly. What I was wondering is what it is like for an obviously highly sexed man like you to be locked in chastity. I mean my Mistress literally has the key to your manhood.”

“Well, Miss, she has. But I’ve always accepted the fact that in our marriage there is only her sexuality. I really prefer it that way. Or at least I am used to it.” I said.

“But you still get hard in that little cage. You’ll be going to your corner soon so take your clothes off and let’s get you nice and hard.”

I obeyed my dominant little Miss and was soon standing in front of her quite naked.

“I mean I can get you hard just by talking to you. Making fun of that little cock in its black cage. Or I can make you hard by pinching your nipples like this.” And she reached up with her nicely manicured nails and squeezed my left nipple hard. “See, you are getting hard already. And I know if I keep sqeezing your nipple and then hold your balls in my other hand and squeeze them nice and hard, your tiny little cock will stick right out the tip of your cage.” She proceeded to demonstrate.

“So here you are with a pretty, wet, girl who you would just love to fuck and you can’t can you.” Mady said smiling.

“No Miss, I can pleasure you other ways.”

“Of course you can. And I suspect after dinner, after you have rinsed out my lingerie, I will want your tongue for a little while. But that isn’t my point. Right now, hard as you are, you can’t do a thing about it. I like that.”

“Yes Miss.”

“If I ever get married I am going to keep my husband’s cock in a cage. Of course he’ll be much bigger than your pathetic little cock. But I will keep him locked up. He’ll marry me in a cage. And I don’t think I will have him in a silicone cage either. A man with a big cock will need a stainless steel cage.”

“Yes Miss. So you plan to marry a submissive man?” I asked.

“Not exactly, Mistress tells me you were not submissive when you married. You were trained. If I get married I’ll do the training before the wedding. I think my mistress is a very wise woman. She told me once that since you have been caged you have been much more productive and, at the same time, more obedient. And I gather you have only been caged for about a year.”

“We got my cage in October last year. But Hannah began having me locked up pretty much full time in March.” I said.

“So only a few months before you hired me. Makes sense. My Mistress is not in the least bit jealous but I suspect she prefers to know if I decide to try to enjoy your cute little cock. And look at it trying to press out of its little cage. Well, here are my panties. Now they are all nice and wet. Off to your corner.”

“Yes Miss.”

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After

As you might expect I have been feeling the effects of my correction pretty acutely ever since. My corner time with Hannah’s moist and musky panties let me gradually surface from my submissive embrace of the pain I deserved. But I was still a little shakey when, some time later Hannah arrived with a warm damp face cloth and witch hazel.

“You just stay in your corner. I clean your poor bottom up and the witch hazel will start mending your welts. But I suspect you’ll be using your standing desk for a few days.”

Hannah is always very sweet to me after she’s corrected me. Often she will let me have an orgasm to take my mind off my throwing bottom. But not now.

“There you go Darling. The little blood spots are all cleaned up. I could see your little cock trying to get hard in its cage and your punishment panties. Don’t bother. Your cage is staying on. I like not having to even think about your cock. On the other hand, as you can tell from my panties, whipping you was more exciting that I thought it would be. You can come out of your corner and go to work. I’m going to have a nice long bath. Tonight, before cocktails, I’ll want you to lick me.”

Which I did to the best of my ability and I stood in my corner again as Hannah finished behind me. She told me she stared at my bruised, striped bottom as she fell over her edge.

“I am a very lucky woman to have such a sweet, obedient, man as my husband… Now pour me another glass of wine and bring more olives.”said Hannah.

“Yes Miss… Pleasure.”

Maintenance Caning

dominant wife, submissive husband“Well, here you are.” said Hannah coming into our room. I was naked, kneeling on our bed, head down and arms over my head which is the position Hannah prefers if she is not tying my wrists. As this was a maintenance caning she probably would not tie me.

“I really have been a bit neglectful haven’t I. I don’t think you’ve been whipped since the beginning of the month. Probably because you have been so obedient about wearing your girdles. And Hasn’t that paid off? I know you still have a pound to go to reach your target, and I may decide you need to lose another few pounds, but I think this last month has been good for you. Plus, you have really been very good these last couple of weeks when I have teased your little cock. No whining, no pleading – I think you really do understand your position.”

“But, and this is important, I am not going to let you come until your little cock cage gets here. Then I’ll let you fill your cup and then lock you up for a little while. We’ll see how that goes. Ready?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good.”

Pretty much instantly six strokes of the light rattan cane cracked across my bottom. I vocalized on the last two.

“Excellent…now don’t move. I think that your maintenance has been too matter of fact when it happens at all. Now that Fall is here we can make sure your maintenance is memorable…Ready?”

“Yes Miss.” I said thinking that this was very different.

The cane sliced through the air and slashed my bottom six more times. I could feel the welts rising.

At last it was over. Hannah handed me a pair of her very moist panties.

“Much better. Now pull on your girdle and take these to your corner. I’ll call you when I am ready for cocktails.”

I did as I was told and the girdle, as Hannah knew it would set fire to the six crimson welts which overlay the six stripes. Where they had crossed I could even now see the bruises forming. I went to my corner and pushed my nose into the deeply scented gusset of Hannah’s pretty panties. In love.

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New House, Same Rules

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.

Mindfulness Humiliation

I have a few minutes before I have to go and put the Lady of the House’s kettle on. I can see Hannah’s pretty white lace panties from yesterday sitting on her dressing room chair.

When I have put her kettle on I am now required to spend the time it takes the kettle to boil pressing the cotton gusset of my darling’s panties into my corner with my nose. Naked.

This is not punishment, just a regular, humiliating, reminder of my position. It is not every day, the Lady of the House likes to vary our routines. But it is turning out to be several days a week.

When the kettle boils I put on my robe, make her tea, and as it steeps hand wash the day’s panties and any other lingerie Hannah has left for me.

It is a wonderfully mindful way to start my day’s submission to my wife.

The Great Game

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Just a little while longer…

The Lady of the House has put out my panti girdle. We are closing in on a full month of no ejaculation and, frankly, I am so filled with longing I might just not be able to resist. But she’s thought of that.

“So Darling, this week you’ll be wearing your nice firm control panties during the day. And then, after you shower for bed you’ll have to have your pantigirdle on under your nightie. Don’t worry, it is only for a few nights.” and then she smiled, “Or maybe we should wait until you are all dressed up for Halloween. It would only be another few days.”

“Yes dear, whatever you decide.”

Hannah likes to really have fun with me on Halloween. Too much fun.

“Well, I’ll think about it today when you are working and I’ll give you my decision tonight over cocktails. We might want to ice that little cockette again tonight. We’ll see.” And with that she kissed me and I was off to work.

Prostate Milked in My Corner #femdom #flm

For a variety of reasons the Lady of the House and I have been on the move for the last few weeks. Which is annoying and stressful. All the more so as there has been very little privacy or time to maintain our routine.

But that has not stopped the Lady of the House from making it very clear who wears the pants…”You can take these panties” she said slipping off her black cotton panties “and pick a corner in the wash room. I will be with you in a little while.”

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I stripped naked as required and pressed the wet fragrant gusset of Hannah’s panties to a corner of the tiny bathroom with my nose. Her scent was intoxicating.

She left me there for what seemed like half an hour but I suspect less than that. I couldn’t help my erection. Hannah explained over a month that until I have been throughly caned my cock will not be allowed anywhere near her. And she has been terrifically distracted so has not noticed how many days it is since last I was allowed to humiliate myself into my cup.

Tonight I was a little cheeky and so was being punished. I heard the bathroom door open.

“No, stay where you are. I see your little cockette is a bit hard. Well, darling, I know I have been neglecting you on that front. Frankly, sometimes forget about you that way completely. But we can’t let you go too long.”

As she said this last I could hear her putting on a pair of dish gloves. She took her soaking panties away from my nose and draped their gusset on the tip of my little cock. “Now you just stand right there and I will see what I can do.”

I felt her push the middle finger of her left hand up my bottom.

“I know that what you really would like is a really hard caning. All those lovely welts.”

Her right hand closed around my hard little penis and began to jerk it roughly in rhythm to her voice and her two fingers now up my bottom stroking my prostate.

“But, darling we can’t punish you properly her so I will just have to humiliate you into my panties and watch as you lick every bit of your mess and my lovely nectar of the cotton…”

I came all over the block panties…

“Good boy….Now put those panties down on the floor beside the toilet and get licking while I finger fuck your cute little bottom.”

I knelt on the hard, cold tile deep in contented surrender to the Lady of the House.