This is an edited version, I didn’t realize my greeting would be so long.
Condensed version: I was 42, recently divorced, father, and had a new girlfriend. I introduced my submissive side to her, and male chastity.
She really ran with it, and it has turned into a female led marriage, along with domestic discipline. I’m still in chastity, and both our fantasy and kink life has expanded.
This is our story.
Ok, to be honest I kinda forgot about blogging. I can’t go on my phone at work anymore, and I don’t think of this during my free time at home. So all apologies to any faithful readers and information seekers.
What’s going on? Well nothing too new. We haven’t been on any kink excursions or changed any rules or anything. Our status quo is I stay locked until she unlocks me. I keep a handle somewhat on the chores on maid days (no direct instructions just what I feel is needed), and I try to pamper her when I can with foot rubs.
As far as my physical self, well maybe that’s another reason for my absence lately, I have been a fatty, and I found it hard to feel sexy or sexual when I feel like I’m gross to look at. I went on a diet again a month ago and have seen some improvement. The weight is not peeling off like I had hoped, but at least now I can see my cage when I look down. I tell ya what, having that gut there sure makes shaving around a cage an event!! So not perfect by any means but I’m feeling better about myself. My wife is the best and helps, always with encouraging and complimenting words like calling me “my gorgeous”.
One thing that has changed, is my wife seems to have started enjoying my breasts, or has just been a giving lover. Her attention to them has become more regular, something I find incredibly erotic and pleasurable. The last time she unlocked me, I was on top, and she reached up with her mouth and first started licking a nipple, then sucking on it, all while pinching the other. I unfortunately could not handle the pleasure enough to hold out very long after she started and finished rather quickly. I would have loved to spend more time fondling each other, but that tipped me right over the edge.
On that note, having breasts is part of me now. Without bras or sport tanks, they are clearly visible and something I have to be diligent about. I personally have grown to love them, but they don’t look normal on a guy. I have found underwire bras are the best for lifting them up so they look like pecks, but the straps on the back are easily felt if someone touches there. Sport tanks hide them pretty well and don’t have straps, but are pretty uncomfortable.
Another change I am currently in the process of is closet management. Ok that doesn’t sound sexy at all, but hear me out. We shared a walk in, in it I had most of my maid dresses, sexy outfits, etc, which cramped her space for her clothes. So I decided to make space in the laundry room to have everything, plus I usually keep my stuff there until I put it away anyway. So not much of a move for me. This however will give her room to put her clothes…and not on the massage table that I would certainly like to use to rub her down more frequently!!!! So when I made the move, I organized all my clothes, toys, and even found and prepared some stuff for use that might be fun that I had forgotten was there.
One of the things I had somewhat lost track of was the harness. Now I think we had gotten away from the harness because the toy I had in it was a bit too big. We don’t exactly have penetration sex a lot so, it’s not like her body is ready for Mr. Big, and the sensation probably feels fake and uncomfortable. So, I attached a normal sized, realistic feeling toy to it, and harness is ready to slide on any time. If she ever wants to try different positions or have me take a more aggressive role in that department, this would be how I could do that.
Found another little toy that I found a way to repurpose that I think she would like. We had a gag that you could secure, it didn’t work out, but I found this little toy that slid right through it that would hit her g spot. I could wear it on my face while she rode it and used the doxy wand, or I could wear it on my thigh while she rode it and used the wand. Either way, she could have a bit of insertion while she cums from the wand. I guess the only difference would be where she wants my face and hands during the fun lol. I also dusted off a humbler. It’s a pretty cool one, designed for my wrists to be locked on the sides while my privates (caged or uncaged) would be immobilized in the middle. This toy however is more of a discipline or fun toy and requires a bit of an atmosphere for teasing with pleasure or administering pain. Somewhat like the paddles, would require more of a session, premeditation, and not exactly spur of the moment kind of toy. I did check to see if it fit with cage on, and I’ll tell ya, it certainly gives a feeling of vulnerability.
So I’ve went through a physical update, but how am I (we) feeling? I will start with the sex aspect as I doubt my emotional needs are high on any readers thoughts.
I feel needy, desperate, stimulated, and hyper sensual. I have no doubt she doesn’t realize how much I think the world revolves around her happiness and desires. I tease her sometimes when she wants a foot rub like I am not going to do it or unwilling…the truth is that barely anything gives me more pleasure. I think part of me is wanting her to be more direct, so I push her to ask me, but I adore serving her, in any form. Oddly enough, the only thing I don’t like about rubbing her feet with lotion, is that it prevents me from worshipping her feet with my mouth and tongue (I’ve tried after, lotions taste terrible pretty sure not healthy lol).
I think of her, serving her, pleasing her, being vulnerable for her, literally all of my waking hours. Of course fantasy and past dreams find its way in there too. What she might do, say, make me do, what I might do, say, or do to her. I fantasize about her scent, her taste, about filling her to the brim with all that I have, about doing my best to lick every drop out before she has another orgasm.
Even when I’m serving her while she’s at work, doing my maid work, with every chore I feel the leaking down my thighs from my excitement from being hers. Every part of me screams to please her and to feel, smell, and taste every part of her.
So yes, the sexual aspect of our life is still high and very much ever present all day of every day.
Emotionally speaking now, I am in a good place. I am happy, in love, and with someone that loves me. Is there frustration, disappointment, pouting, etc? Of course, we are married LOL! Life is an interaction of choices, and we aren’t always the ones choosing. To quote The Rolling Stones “you can’t always get what you want, but you might find, you get what you need.” We love, we trust, and we respect, and the rest will all work out.
To cap, yep we are still around, yes I still wear the cage, yes I still try to serve her, and no I don’t see anything changing any of those things.
Until next time, stay desperate my friends.
Just an update from last Saturday, my last blog was about how excited I was for the possibilities that waited for me when I got home.
After dinner we went to our massage room and I was to be first. This surprised me a bit, I had assumed she was going to get the attention, but I surely would never turn down physical attention and quickly undressed. She slathered me with oil and began at my upper back, and worked her way down. I could instantly feel I was leaking, and enjoyed the feeling of being touched in a sensual manner. My heart skipped a beat when she rubbed my butt, feeling exposed. Unsure if she would explore or continue on.
She massaged my legs next which felt wonderful and I was told to turn over. I had another moment of vulnerability and felt exposed again. I’m not really used to being seen naked with the lights on. The oil went on again and she rubbed my chest. I could feel my nipples hardening under her touch, but she didn’t linger long and moved slowly South. She rubbed more oil above my cage on my tummy, getting close the cage but not touching it.
My legs were next. I don’t have hair anywhere on my body, so her oiled fingers glided easily. She touched my inner thighs and rubbed my cage for a bit before sliding up over it to rub my pelvis. I thought I might just cum in my cage. I know I was close. Then it was over, I told her it was her turn.
I won’t get into too many details, it was the mirror image of what she did to me, except I might have lingered on her breasts and butt a little more. Me being the one touching didn’t make anything easier inside my cage. Little glimpses of her pussy, lips opening and closing with the movement of my hands, inching closer but not touching. I could see the wetness on her, the sweet stickiness like dew, flushed with color, I could feel the heat on my hand inches away. Eventually the teasing I intended for her, was having the same outcome on me. I felt drops of my own wetness drip on my foot and and down my thigh.
I went in for more direct full contact , sliding fingers inside her, the oil and fore play made them slide in easily. Trying to work her g-spot and clit at the same time she seemed to be close. I didn’t know if she had any more plans for the evening and wasn’t sure if she wanted to cum yet, but I kept at it until she stopped bucking her hips and couldn’t take any more attention on her clit.
We were both pretty oily so took quick showers.
I hadn’t known if she had other plans so got dressed in some silky night clothes. More Hugh Hefner than playboy bunny. She had studies to do, and we both were on the couch doing our thing. I was watching tv and she was in her computer. I realized that the excitement was now over and I needed to calm down.
Going from so turned on I might cum in my cage to watching the news, is no easy task. You need to control your breathing, stop thinking about all the things you want to do with it, with her, with your mouth, and just zone out. The news isn’t bad for that, or if you can find it, try watching “how it’s made”. That guys voice is hypnotic, the step by step processes are just what the doctor ordered.
Eventually I had calmed down, and let the ache set in. I felt the last of the cum had stopped flowing out, all that remained was the aftermath. One thing about cage life, is that not being able to get hard tends to have consequences. It’s nothing terrible, the dull throb, an ache that starts like a light squeezing of the balls and gets tighter and tighter. Then when playtime is over, you can suddenly feel that huge squeeze. I’m sure technically it was always there, but it wasn’t noticeable until your head clears and thoughts are less clouded with sexsexsex.
Well I calmed down, we eventually went to bed, and the cage stayed on.
Might have to start using that table more often.
I am currently excited about tonight, my beautiful wife and keyholder sent me a text of fun for the evening. I am also still excited from a few nights ago.
That was a very throbbing night! We had gone to bed, and after some making out, she got to talking. She turns me on so much when she does this. She talked about me staying caged, how much better that she’s in charge of my little dick, and how she wasn’t sure when or if I would be unlocked or cum again. I convinced her it wasn’t so late that she couldn’t cum. I let my my tongue roam, eventually leading to her sweet pussy, which only inflamed me the more I tasted.
I was leaning over her almost like a 69 position, but my crotch and knees were to the side. I felt her fondle me over the cage, unable to get hard but surely filling every bit of the cage allowed. After a bit I got the wand out so she could cum, handing it to her and quickly rushing back to someplace I could lick without interfering with the use of her toy. I licked her inner thighs and moved down towards her calves. Then her feet were right there so I latched on to one of them.
I could hear the wand pulsing out it’s familiar sound from behind my head, and feel her hips move with it. The smell and taste of her feet were intoxicating, I was absorbed in them, I doubt I could have been torn away. I licked and sucked on her feet and toes until she had her sweet release, and I instantly went up to taste whatever was left behind for as long as she could take it.
In her dirty talk she had mentioned that we would have a special night the next evening, where she would be dressed up and maybe give some paddling for some behavioral issues. I had not put a lot of stock in that, pillow talk can and most likely is usually just that. I came home from work and instantly knew that this was the case, which wasn’t a shock and figured to wait for the next time. No biggie, I am all into extending fore play, and this is no different.
Then today with the text, some pg-13 pics, and a promise for fun later, I am excited about what the evening has in store.
Part of what I like about wearing a device is not knowing what is or isn’t going to happen. Am I going to get out of my cage? Am I going to stay locked? Am I going to get unlocked and lock back up without cumming? Am I going to cum? If so how? Will she do it or watch me, will it be inside her or on her? Will I clean it up? Will I get unlocked to fuck but use the toy that slides over me? Will she wear something sexy? Will she have me wear something? Will I get to worship her pussy, feet, or bottom? Will I give her a bath? Will I give her a massage? Will we try different positions? Or will we just strip quick and be done in a minute?
Man, so many possibilities, and not knowing anything about how any of it will be makes me high with anticipation. I love not knowing if I will ever be unlocked. Every time the clasp closes could be the last time. Same with orgasms, I could get unlocked every day and not be allowed to cum again, I never know.
So I was still excited from our earlier playtime, and even more excited since her text of playtime to come. Sometimes I wonder if she knows just how much her participation and input gets me going. A few simple texts and I am leaking like a faucet. Well she does now I suppose since she reads these posts. Which I sometimes forget lol, and should probably keep an eye on what I post a bit closer.
Love you forever Amante
My job has changed the structure of my schedule, which isn’t optimal but I’m choosing to look at the benefits.
My wife works during the day Monday through Friday, my new schedule is during the day Saturday through Tuesday. So with me having Wednesday Thursday Friday off, our time off isn’t shared at all. The bright side is that we have the evenings together and can hangout after work, I’ll still be able to play league darts, and I will have more of an opportunity to serve her. My maid services have been quite frankly non existent besides the obligatory picking up and maintaining. Pampering her has also suffered.
I can’t remember the last time I spent any quality time worshipping her feet or bottom with my mouth, washed her hair, or painted her toes. Plus I can get back into the routine of making her lunch and making her life easier in the morning at least 3 days a week.
I’m not sure i mentioned it on my previous post, but I bought and received a new day collar. I love it. I would prefer it be a little longer but I suppose it’s supposed to resemble a true collar. The lock has a key and cannot be removed without it. It is also engraved on the front that says “CAGED” and on the back “MAID for HER” although to be honest i can’t fathom how anyone would ever see that.
I spent a little time getting some sun in my bikini, and was a bit worried that I would hate it and be stuck with it for months. I actually find it oddly sexy and humiliating at the same time, and in general glad I have the lines. It’s not permanent, but it’s certainly a huge commitment to being hers. Speaking of permanent, my new schedule will also allow me to finally pull the trigger on my tattoos. I have called and I’m waiting to hear back. I’ve got a very good idea of what I want, and am currently working on the drawings of them both. The placement of one has been decided already, just above my cage, the other I’m on the fence on. Either on my forearm or beneath my collarbone. I’m leaning towards my arm or no one will ever see it. They won’t be very big, so I think I could get them done in one session. I haven’t been able to get them because I spent my days off with her or running errands. With my new schedule with three days off, I know I’ll be able to schedule something fairly soon.
Another something shiny is being made for me, a new cage. Its made by rigid chastity and will take forever to get here, but I’m looking forward to getting into a cage that fits again. My current cage stretches me out a little and pulls on my piercing. Nothing drastic enough to hurt, but probably isn’t good for the hole. I showed her a picture and she asked if it was going to hurt wearing it. Bless her heart, i think she doesn’t see it enough to remember it’s actual size lol. I was like no, it will be fine. Anyway, it won’t be here for awhile so I’m hoping its worth the wait.
Well that’s my update, new schedule, new gear, new markings, and renewed commitment.
I have been a terrible blogger and have been letting this go, sorry for those of you that check. I used to blog while working, and wouldn’t you know it, they are not keen on me playing on my phone while working. Picky picky
All seems to be going well. On the chastity/female led front, not a lot going on, but certainly not going backwards or anything. I bought her a new anklet, and got myself a permanent locking collar with a lock pendant that says “caged” on one side, and “maid for her” on the back.
Sexually everything is great, she has even started playing with my chest a bit more which feels incredible, although it normally gets me to the edge of orgasm way too quickly. Speaking of my chest, I recently laid out in a bikini to get some sexy tan lines. Well…it worked, a bit too well lol!! Fairly obvious lines, but then again, that is the exciting and sexy part about it. It shows off that particular part of my shape, and is a bit of a thrill to have that branding. It’s not as permanent as a brand or tattoo, but certainly not something I can just take off either. She’s the only one that will ever see it, but still, it’s kinda fun.
In more real life news, we recently had our 5 year anniversary and my 50th birthday. We went to Nashville, we had a great time, and will return for sure. I am more certain with every passing moment, I am with the person I was meant to be with. I love hanging out with her, we have a great time together, and I find her irresistible. She’s my one and only.
Looking forward to getting that tattoo finally, permanently marking myself as hers.
This is kind of a hodgepodge of my thoughts and experiences from the last month or so. It’s random and all over the place, a lot like how I feel all the time.
I’ll go down the list in the title and start with licking. I cannot see her without wanting to taste her. It’s as plain as that. We are not bashful about nudity, so it’s even more prevalent when I see her beautiful pussy gleaming with water from the shower. I know she isn’t in the mood for that, or physically ready for me to just jump in and start licking…but the desire to do just that has been intense. I love her taste, her scent, her every fold, her slight moans and her gentle caress from her hand on my head. I can honestly say I think of licking her at least 50 times a day, sometimes less if she’s right there with me and that’s because I just don’t stop thinking about it. If I had my way, we would return to never missing a day, going to bed or spending the day with her wonderful scent on my lips.
I have also started thinking more about our plan of getting to the point of fisting her. We had used to play with each other more frequently, and had made an effort to occasionally get all lubed up, test her limits, and getting more and more of my hand into her. She seemed to really enjoy it if we went slow, was properly excited, and didn’t go overboard forcing anything. We were actually well on our way, four fingers, thumb, and just had to get over the palm. We had some nonsexual family issues a few years ago that made things fairly nonsexual at home and we never got back into the swing again of open exploration and fun just for fun sake. I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately.
I loved getting her into a comfortable yet exposed position, exploring her very pretty pussy, and watching her body and mind react to my touch. It usually started with a massage, relaxing her body and mind into letting go of everything. Then I could focus more closely on her privates and her pleasure. Maybe I’ll move the massage table downstairs, it is currently collecting dust in the spare bedroom. It was a good idea to make a room to do that in, but logistically speaking, we just don’t make the trek upstairs and it’s not very spontaneous. I think the reminder that we have the table and the time, needs to be closer to our daily living area. Note to self…buy more lube, oils, and move that table.
The boobs. I have them, I like them, and they feel amazing. However I am very self conscious if she touches them casually. Probably because it’s embarrassing, and I’m supposed to be embarrassed right? Its weird because I am in the light of day, yet when I’m naked or when we are intimate I’m not. On the couch she might lean on me and brush my chest, I will automatically guard against that or hold her hand so she doesn’t feel them. Why? She’s seen me naked, she knows what I look like, yet I feel self conscious about it and embarrassed.
Yet in the bedroom, when she touches, holds, or licks them…I’m in fucking heaven. It’s like an electrical current directly into my bottom half. Not to my penis but deeper down. The last time we fooled around, I was above her, she was fondling, holding, and rubbing them. This immediately got me close to the edge, despite the fact I had been drinking and thought there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to finish. As soon as she put a nipple in her mouth and I began to feel her tongue swirl around it, fireworks went off and I was fighting to hold back. I did for as long as possible, but I succumbed quickly after her mouth began its magic. I came so hard. Words don’t do it justice. Physically, i clenched every muscle in my body for god knows how long, and was sore in my stomach and legs for two days after. I could also feel that I had literally filled her with cum, there was a lot. I could feel it around my cock as it throbbed inside of her, feel that it was not going any deeper, that with every pulse more and more was pumping in. I had thought about going down on her after to clean her up but since she didn’t say so I didn’t. If I had, I’m sure it would have been a lot to clean up. I have no doubt she would never make it to the bathroom before it ran down her thighs all along the way there.
So physically I obviously don’t have a problem with my chest, it’s amazing and an extra place to touch for pleasure. It’s my my own hang ups that I need to work on, let go of, embrace as just being part of me.
Bras. A few weeks ago i started wearing sport bras to make them less visible. They work for the most part, but they are a pain. They are not sexy, cute, or fun, they are totally utilitarian. Don’t get me wrong, I have fun bras for maid day, they are sexy and fun, but they come off as soon as chores are done. This wearing a sports bra all day thing is for the birds! Not sure how women don’t make a bigger deal on how good it feels to take them off at the end of the day.
And lastly, dreams of pegging. Erotic dreams aren’t really new for me, but ones about pegging are. I use toys occasionally, usually when I’m desperate, and trying to see if I can cum from doing that(which is hot in my opinion). I normally don’t fantasize about her pegging me though. Not that it doesn’t appeal to me, but because it seems like she is not interested in it. She’s done it twice, knows it’s a thing, and hasn’t attempted in years, so I assume she doesn’t care for it. To that, I don’t think of it often because doing something she’s not into is a turn off.
Well it crept into my subconscious and I had a few dreams about it. One she was quite dominant in terms of a female led marriage, the other dominant in terms more like a mistress.
Dream one we were already in bed, being intimate. She told me that “you need a reminder of who leads and who follows. you’ve been back talking and sassy”. She then got off the bed, grabbed the harness, and began attaching the toy. I looked on, not knowing exactly what I should be doing as she prepared herself by rubbing lube on its length.
I saw her grab a small vibe from the drawer (we don’t actually have one, note to self, get one lol) turned it on, and placed it between her and the leather harness. She was standing near the end of the bed and told me to come there. I went to get up and she said “no, lay down right here in front of me”. I did as I was told, confused and excited by her new confidence. I also felt exposed and vulnerable laying naked in front of her. She grabbed my knees and pushed them apart as she climbed above me. My legs were straddling her, she reached down for the large silicone penis and guided it into me.
She kissed me passionately as she did so, and as she pushed I could hear her moan slightly. Slowly at first and gaining pace she began fucking me. Then she turned my head with her hand and wanted me to look at her. She held me in her eyes forever, it was a deep connection. She asked me who the boss was, who was in charge, who fucks who, I answered her to all of it and noticed she was spending more time on the thrust and staying there. The small vibe wasn’t making much contact with her clit, but made solid contact when she pressed against me. For every thrust it was pleasure for her, so her pace quickened as she neared her climax. I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her close to me as she did so while looking deep into my eyes. She thanked me and said she loved me so much and that I would always be hers.
The other dream was similar but didn’t involve her cumming, a vibe, or passionate kisses. It was her talking kinda dirty, and pulling on my cage while she fucked me until I came in my cage. The details are a bit fuzzy on that one.
Anyway, all caught up, finally had some extra time at work to play on my phone and hot it all down. All is well on the home front. Locked as usual.
I write here to share our incredible life, the ups the downs, vent occasionally, and to document feelings as they occur. Sometimes I’ll read some of my older posts and remember what I was thinking or how things change.
I also have another place, a site for people into chastity and female led relationships called Chastity Mansion. Been a member there for years, and over time have come to be an advice giver, device reviewer, etc. Not exactly dear Abby but I would like to think after this many years being locked and even more years looking into this, that I have experience enough to help those who ask for it. Most of the time my advice is sound, but I was just thinking, it’s a little easier said than done.
I had recently told someone that when you choose this lifestyle, and you’ve given your partner this gift, it’s not yours anymore. It’s hers. That you don’t officially have a penis anymore, you gave it away. It’s hers. She can use it whenever she wants, how she wants, or not use it at all.
Of course you hope they love it just as much as you, and want to play with it as much as you did. It is up to her though. It’s like giving your wife your set of golf clubs and then asking to borrow it every time she’s not using them. No, they are hers now, and if you are going to pout because she won’t let you play with them, you shouldn’t have given them to her to begin with.
Basically trust your wife to know when or if you should unlock, and know she makes better decisions with it than you do. That was sound and even advice. In real life it’s not that easy. It’s hard. I sometimes forget that just because I know what to do, it doesn’t make it easier to practice.
Last night she said she could use a little doxy(wand) and some licking. I obliged immediately and she threw in a little dirty talk and then she was done. My cage was tight, I could feel precum leaking from it, and I was desperate. Every part of my being wanted to be out of that cage. I wanted to slide into her, feel the folds of her, the wetness, to feel the rapture of cumming inside her. The pulsing throb of jet after jet flooding into her until I collapsed above her. I wanted to thrust, it was a base need, almost like a regression of self. Fuck fuck fuck I wanna fuck!!!
I pressed my cage to her warmth, which is all I can feel, trying to elicit a response, a sign I should be let out of captivity. When she said it was time to sleep I of course lingered a bit hoping she would change her mind, but ultimately rolled over and snuggled next to her. My previous advice, sound as it was, doesn’t take into account how difficult it is. It doesn’t express that your ancient brain chemistry is going to make this whole “it’s her dick not yours” line of thinking a lot easier said than done.
So yes I stand by my advice, it was solid, makes sense, and she knows if you should cum more than you…but you will want to. You will strain, you will hump, you will bargain, heck you might even beg. My logical brain totally gets it, but my animal brain wants to cum cum cum.
So if I have chatted with you on that site, given some advice when asked about letting go, trusting your partner, and know that it’s hers now and just let her decide if she wants to share it…that I understand that it isn’t easy, it isn’t natural, and you have to fight every instinct in your body during the most intense physical duress. We literally are not thinking when like this. It’s like a drug addict, agreeing to do whatever, not truly thinking about the consequences or any real thought at all. Just need and desire.
I also am glad I don’t make those calls anymore, because I enjoy the high she keeps me on. This floating euphoria from constant desire. I wouldn’t have the willpower to not satisfy my base urges, to know when was the right time.
A couple of my dreams from this week. No doubt inspired by my recent activities with her, and my returning to domestic service.
We were laying in bed in the morning cuddling and she fidgeted with cage asking if I wanted out. I excitedly took the key she handed me and unlocked. I immediately started towards her, which she then stopped. She grabbed my hand and put it to her pussy. I was surprised by both the gesture as well as the wetness that had already started in her perfect pussy.
“Do you feel how wet I am?” I nodded yes, she continued “do you know what I’ve been thinking about to get so wet?” I said no and let her continue. “I’ve been thinking of that night you were my personal maid, when you dressed up, pampered me, gave me a bath, massage, and doted on me after you cleaned all day”. She started stroking me gently, it seemed to match the rhythm of her voice.
“I want to make some changes to our lifestyle, would you like that?” I nodded eagerly as I was enjoying the pleasure from her hand, the feeling of her soft skin against the hardness of me. “I want that to be our routine from now on. Sunday and Monday is going to be exactly like that, I want you at your best, I want you taking care of me, I want you doing whatever I want, and I want you completely eager to please me. Can you do that?” Again I nodded but this time she insisted I answer. I said “yes I can do that” “do what, yes you can do what for me?” And she stopped stroking me. I panicked thinking she was stopping, and repeated her “yes I can be your maid on Sunday and Mondays” She began stroking again when I answered. She continued not really asking questions but giving instructions to be agreed on “On those day you are mine. I own you and you belong to me on maid days correct? You are going to make our home sparkle, I will not have to remind you of your chores will I? To help you, I’m going to paddle you when you miss something, would you like that?” All of this I agreed to and nodded and said yes in an incoherent mess.
“We also have to keep you all submissive and needy, so we won’t be coming anymore ok? I will let you cum once a year if you very good at your new job, would you like that?” Then she stopped stroking me again. This time my heart raced and I felt the gravity of the question. I so desperately wanted her to continue, “yes yes I would like that!” She then resumed her stroking “Once a year I’ll let you touch your little dick and cum, I’ll pick a spot on me you can lick it off from, then I’ll have my sweet doting maid all year round, do you want that?” I said yes but she asked what I wanted “I want to be your maid all year round and cum once a year!” I practically begged her as I was getting ready to cum soon.
“Good, this the first one so I’ll be nice and touch it for you, are you almost ready?” I certainly was and was already holding back waiting for permission. She said “ok let’s put it right here on my tummy”. She rolled on her back and I quickly scrambled to straddle her. As soon as I was above her I was ready to burst, she gave me a few tugs more and I exploded all over her tummy, some random spurts even reached her breasts and it just wouldn’t stop throbbing and spitting out everything I had built up. Exhausted I almost collapsed above her.
True to her word she pushed my head down towards my mess, I was still reeling from the convulsions she coaxed out of me but I eagerly cleaned every drop up as she looked on approvingly. I tried to go down on her after my clean up was finished but she practically kicked me out of bed saying it was time to get up. I went to the laundry room to grab some clothes to put on, and as she walked by she asked me “did you forget what day it is? It’s maid day, I want you dressed and ready to serve.” She said it with a smile but she wasn’t joking, her dirty talk was serious. I asked “are you sure? you really want this?” She had my cage in her hands, she pressed it into mine and said “go put this back on, shower, dress, and make me coffee” and walked upstairs.
I did as I was told and was handing her coffee as I woke. This was a particularly vivid dream in which I had to think if it had really happened. The answer of course was no, but I sat there thinking for several minutes. I paraphrased our conversation, I can’t remember the exact words, dreams are like that, but that was the gist of what was said and how I felt she was saying it.
Next dream was not as vivid and was more of a quick scenario. I was asking to get unlocked and she said “sure how about this, I will unlock you anytime you want and you can touch yourself as much as you want, but you can’t cum. You can ruin them all you want, but if you go soft after, I’ll know it was a real one and you’ll stay locked for at least a year. That ok?” I thought about it, and all I could think about was being able to touch myself all the time while she watches and said yes.
I unlocked and started playing, she watched with a smile as I rubbed. She started talking about how small it is, how much she missed having a real cock sliding all the way in and out of her, that perhaps she would get one of her toys and show me what it looks like to see her get fucked by a real dick. She was trying to get me to go past my limit but I stopped just in time. The liquid just spilled out in an easy like pour. I was careful not to go past my limit. She scooped up my mess and I jumped at licking her fingers clean. After the mess was cleaned up, she reached over me to the dresser and pulled out a toy.
She wasn’t kidding, she started using it while I watched helplessly. The toy went in short strokes at first, then as she started talking about how good a real cock felt she started thrusting deeper and harder. She went on about how small my little dick was, and how good this one felt. Soon it was a blur as she fucked her pussy hard, her knees up and her toes pointing down in ecstasy as she finished herself off.
I thought about doing the same, but she saw what I was thinking and asked “are you sure you want to keep touching it? It would be a long time before you get another if you mess up?” I thought better of it and said no I better not play anymore. She said ok, lock up, just let me know when you want another go”
That was it, nothing else, that or I just don’t remember the rest. I don’t really remember waking up at that point, just remember that part of dream.
So feeling good to be back in the groove with her, and that she is more involved and interested in our dynamic. For awhile I had forgotten who I was, glad to reacquaint myself. Along with all the sexual dreams that come with my eagerness.
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