Stretched out on the tawny leather couch. Head propped on that wild silk cushion, brick-red. Long legs straight, tight black skinny jeans hugging every curve. Arms crossed over my face, blocking light. Deep in thought. He’s been begging for weeks. Full Brazilian wax on my pussy. Those puppy-dog eyes. Promises to do anything. Be my devoted slave. Fuck that. I don’t need his begging. I got the Game. Capital G. I say ‘Now’ firm. Boom. He’s my obedient bitch. Key to his cock cage dangles between my tits. Symbol of my power. Watch his beaten-dog stare at it. Especially when I toy with it mid-dinner. Or on the subway. Game ends when I free him. Usually 12 hours. Or a full day.
We built this over 20 married years. Spice up the vanilla Saturday fuck. I love it rough. His tongue worship first. Endless edging. Cunnilingus till I scream. He aches to please. Earns release. Then I unlock. Straddle his throbbing dick. Slam down on it. My dripping cunt devours him. I pound like I’m the one fucking. Till he erupts. My liberating screams seal it.
The Awakening
He craves surrender. Constant tease from the cage. Plastic prison pinches his swelling cock. Home or out. Day or night. Frustration builds. Explodes epic when I allow.
Shaking my head. Brown hair fans on silk. Who’s really in charge? He starts the Game. Nags till I cave. Submissive? Nah. He’s the puppet master. ‘Souminator.’ Time to flip it. If I wax for him, he pays big. Cage him till my bush grows half-inch. Month minimum. Or whip his ass raw with the martinet. Feel my pain. Then it hits. Perfect revenge. Funny twist.
Lying there half-hour. Plotting details. ‘He wanted it. He’ll regret it.’ Told him yes to waxing. But Game starts now. ‘Fierce.’ He squirms, curious. Then ghost him two weeks. Saturday morning. Wake-up stare. ‘Now.’ Smirking. He makes breakfast. Normal till beauty institute.
Institut Jasmine. Zen Asian pics. Wait. Chubby Asian girl fetches me. He wants to watch. Nope. Parked in shitty waiting room. Bare walls. Uncomfy chair. No mags. Fantasies rage.
Done. Peek out. Defiant eyes. He grabs coat. I pull him close. Deep kiss. ‘Obey. I suffered for you. Share it. Go to her.’ He stammers. ‘Sharing’s fun.’ Shove him in.
Tiny room. Massage table. Cart of creams. Chair. Pink blouse girl, bare legs, flip-flops, hairnet. ‘Undress. Lie back.’ No towel. Naked. Hand over cock. Paper sheet crinkles. Ceiling spots.
Clippers buzz. Pubes gone. Dread kills boner. Lotion glides. Gantleted hands. Hot wax. Rip. Fire! Hand presses. No soothe. Just agony. Balls screaming. 20 minutes hell. Cream barely helps. Skin raw.
‘Wait. Madam comes.’ She returns with me. I ignore him. No pity. Lube from cream. Cage on easy. Bird shrinks from pain. Slips right in. Locks. He blanks on the girl watching.
‘Dress. Hurry.’ Out. Drive home. Me at wheel. Couch. Him standing. ‘You get idea now.’ Rules dump. New metal cage. Heavy. Restrictive. Secret number. Hours to weeks. Orgasms score: Très-très bon minus day. Never hit it. Très bon 12h off. Good 1h. Medium +6h. No ‘buts’ +2h. No ‘no’ +2h. Forget Princess +1h. Beg release +6h. Eye contact insolence +1h. Walk ahead +2h. List endless. Fiche for penalties.
The Act
Gifts: Nipple clamps 10min =1h off. Clothes pins =2h. Martinet quarter-hour per lash. Max 3h/day.
‘Tonight, good boy? Half-hour free.’ Bathroom scrub. Perfect grout. He begs hour. I grant. Sneaky smile.
Jazz blasts. Me lounging. Hands between thighs. Jean rubs clit. Tease. Hold edge.
Nitpick bathroom. Shopping gripes. Veal too big. ‘Diet!’ Bedroom. Strip. Cuffed to bed. Ankles up. Gyno pose. Glabrous cock. Balls. Ass crack bare. Anus winks. Finger traces. Shrinks. Ideas: plug, tail, heavy steel. For errands.
Fessée. Smacks escalate. Red prints. Kiss soothe. Tongue teases glans. Suck. Retract. Frustrate.
Dark room. Strip. No show. ‘Buts’ penalties stack. No’s. Self-fuck talk. Fingers circle clit. Orgasm rips. He writhes blind.
Jupe no panties. Air on smooth pussy. Clamps on nips. Leave him. Fake exit. Play phone. Return. Hour up. Blindfold. New cage. Spray cold. Shrinks terror. Burn. Whine. No safeword. Cage clicks. Heavy steel bites.
Kisses torture. Nip bites. Cock bulges bars. Face-sit. ‘Lick!’ Pinch nips. Cum hard.
The Secret: Back to normal. But thrill lingers. His squirms. My power. Forbidden rush. No one knows. Our dirty game. Wax smooth forever? His regret fuels me. Next level awaits.