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The kettle whistled as it reached the end of its boil, rocking on its base until it came to a gradual stop. Steam rose from the open spout as Ethan took the handle and carefully poured the hot water into the cups. The strong, bitter smell of coffee lingered in the air as he slowly stirred the hot mixtures with a teaspoon as he poured in a dash of milk to each.

He carefully took a cup in each hand and walked across the cold tiles of their kitchen before reaching the entrance to the bedroom. Slowly, he manoeuvred himself to the side of the bed and placed the cup down on the nightstand.

A soft yawn emanated from that side of the bed as Scarlett outstretched her arms before slowly rubbing the sleep out of her tired eyes.

“Be careful when lifting; it’s hot,” he told her as he placed his own cup down. “I made it just how you like."

She took hold of the cup and blew into the hot liquid to try to cool it down. “Strong and black, just like my heart?” She laughed before taking a deep sip. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better,” he replied as he lowered himself back down onto the soft bed before sliding in next to her, “and thank you for last night; I don’t think I’d have gotten through it without you.”

“I meant what I said,” she smiled warmly, rubbing her hand along his sturdy arm as she shuffled herself in closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “You and I are in this together, and we will be fully open and honest with each other from now on.”

“I will, I promise,” he smiled, tilting his head to the side so he could kiss her on the top of her head.

“So I think we just need to lay our cards out on the table,” she explained, “our wants, desires, fantasies, and how we want to explore them.”

He could feel his hands starting to involuntarily fidget as he pondered the prospect of laying all his ‘cards out. It felt a little nerve-wracking, but as he looked down at her and grazed into those green eyes, he remembered last night and how she’d stuck with him through thick and thin. She deserved to know the truth, and he finally had the bottle to tell it.

“Well, I’ll get the obvious one out of the way: I like being dominated by you, whether that’s mentally, physically, or sexually,” he explained, his hands waving in the air as he tried his best to articulate his feelings, “and I feel like our relationship is already quite female-led, but I would like to maybe try expanding it more with the BDSM aspects, but only if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she replied, holding on to his arm tightly to provide some comfort. “I know I’ve always been the more dominant one in our marriage, and I enjoy it that way, but I don’t want to turn into a ‘24/7 Mistress/submissive’ marriage. I married you because I love you as my husband, not my ‘slave’.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t want that either,” he nodded, scratching his chin. “I just want to maybe lean into BDSM more, expand that dynamic as an additional dimension of our marriage, not have it replace what we already have.”

He could feel his arms becoming more animated as he tried to explain what he meant. This was one of his major flaws—his inability to just say what he meant clearly. Yet as he felt her soft, delicate hand wrap around his and saw that she was smiling warmly, he felt like she knew what he was trying to say.

“I enjoy being in control, and you enjoy giving up control. I’m more than happy to keep that going, as it reflects our authentic selves,” she replied, leaning her head up and softly kissing him. “I just now have the option to tie you up and tease you mercilessly whenever I want.”

"Well, if I let you,” he laughed, “just because I like to submit doesn’t mean I’ll give you control that easily all the time.”

"Oh, I think we both know that I’ll have you begging to serve me whenever I want,” she teased as she ran her fingers along his jawline and pulled his head down slightly so she could stare into his eyes. “You know just how persuasive I am; just imagine what it’ll be like when I tell you to drop to your knees and worship me; I’ll have you doing whatever I want.”

She relaxed her grip on his jaw as her hand started to slide downward, her fingernails lightly scratching across his chest and leaving faint marks until finally they slipped past his waistband and curled around his swollen and tender testicles.

“These are mine as well,” she smiled, gently kneading his balls as she moved her thumb over the open bars of the cage, grazing the exposed skin, which made him twitch involuntarily. “So whenever you want to be unlocked, you need my permission.”

“So how often do you plan to keep the cage on?” He asked, trying to think about anything else but her thumb teasing him. “I mean, this is the longest I’ve gone with it on."

"Well, I say we ease into it; maybe try after work until bed during the weekday and all during the weekends, “she smiled as she started to play with the key dangling from her chest with her free hand, “but if you want to turn this into a permanent thing, I have no objections; I’m enjoying the feeling of control I have over that particular part of you.”

“I definitely want to explore this more, though I think I might have to look into a lighter cage,” he explained. “This one is probably too heavy for everyday use, and I don’t want to cause an injury.”

“That’s fair; I don’t want my toy broken after all,” she laughed as she gave one last squeeze before quickly moving her hand from his boxers to the collar around his neck. “And when my toy is nice and collared, whatever I say goes until I hear a safe word."

"Oh, does it now?” He replied, the hint of sass earning a gentle tug on the ring as she pulled his head downwards towards her.

“If my toy wants to be played with, it does,” she grinned mischievously, planting a quick kiss on his lips before letting go of the ring. “And I was thinking we use something simple and distinct as the safeword; what do you think of Dakota?”

“Like the state? Yeah, sure, it’s not a word I say that often,” he nodded. “I was meant to ask as well: do you want me to call you anything when I have the collar?”

“You mean like Mistress, Goddess, the Reason for Your Existence?” She giggled as she took a sip from the coffee cup. “I don’t know, actually; let’s just stick to my name for the moment; I need to have a think.”

“So, you got any particular kinks then?” He asked, batting the ball into her court and taking some of the pressure off himself for a moment.

“Well, I adore latex,” she answered, and she could see his eyes lit up with excitement; it seemed as though she’d stumbled onto another kink that they both share. “I love the feel of it, the way that it envelopes you as you pull it on and just hugs you when in place. I haven’t worn it in a while, but I definitely want to."

“So you’ve worn it before?” He asked. His imagination was starting to take hold, and that familiar tug in his crotch was returning

"Yeah, in a previous relationship,” she explained, seeing the twinkle in his eye as he clung to every word she said. “We were both into it, so I got some black shoulder-length gloves and a matching bra and panties set, and I just fell in love with them. I’d never worn clothes that made me feel that fucking sexy and turned-on before."

"Well, goddamn, I wish you still had them,” he replied excitedly. “I’ve always fantasied about seeing you in latex, and you’re right, you’d look so fucking good in it.”

"Oh, I know, and don’t worry, I definitely plan to start expanding my wardrobe with some nice, shiny outfits,” she said, “and I can’t wait to see my submissive wearing it as well.”

He felt a little taken aback by her suggestion. As much as he loved looking at latex, he’d never really given much thought to actually wearing it, but as he pictures that stereotypical dominatrix from the endless pornos he’d watched, the stereotypical submissive usually wore a latex hood or even a full catsuit.

“If you want me to, then sure, I’ll try it,” he replied.

“Speaking of trying new things, there is something else, but...” she stopped herself, and he could tell she was becoming more apprehensive. Her body language was suddenly guarded as she started to stare downwards.

“You OK?” He asked, softly caressing her back with his hand, trying to make her feel more comfortable, “You can tell me anything.”

“I want to peg you,” she blurted out, the words hanging in the air as a silence came over the room. It felt like an eternity as each of them waited for the other to break the silence.

“Umm, right, OK,” he stuttered. He knew what pegging was, and he’d seen enough examples of it in the pornos he watched. It had never been a thing he’d been interested in; he usually just skipped the scenes.

He was aware of that fabled male ‘g-spot’ and had experimented a couple of times with prostate play, but it had never really led to anything mind-blowing. Given the time and effort involved, he just didn’t see the point in exploring it any further, but as he looked at her, he could see that she was nervous about revealing this and knew it must be important to her.

“Well, what is it that you like about it?” He asked, continuing to slowly rub her back.

“It’s a mental and physical thing,” she started to explain, her guard slowly lowering. “I mean, mentally, it's the power exchange involved. I can dominate you when you go down on me or when I fuck you, but there is something specific about the idea of me fucking you that just makes it seem like the ultimate act of dominance, and I can’t get it out of my head.”

She was trying to keep calm, but she realised this must have been what it was like for him the other night: to expose a very vulnerable part of yourself to someone you love and hope that they have the ‘right’ reaction to it.

“Physically, there is just something about imagining the noises you’d make and seeing your body writhe in pleasure as I fucked you that turns me on so fucking much,” she continued. “I imagine there are certain fantasies that you always think about, and this is one of mine; you’ve no idea how often I’ve got myself off to the mental image of bending you over and just fucking you senseless.”

He could tell this was something she was deeply passionate about and a little embarrassed about, and even if it wasn’t his particular kink, his instant was to do everything he could to allow her to indulge in them. He felt like he’d be a hypocrite if he denied her when she’d been so supportive of him, and as he leaned over to kiss her softly, his mind was made up.

“I can see how much this means to you, and I’m more than willing to explore this with you,” he told her as he softly brushed his lips against hers, “but I just ask that we go slow.”

Her eyes widen as she hears his response, and she struggles to contain her excitement, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back in for a long, passionate kiss.

“I’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with,” she smiled, “and I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” he replied as he embraced her, their bodies holding each other tight as the tension in the room disappeared. He wanted this moment to last forever; it felt like they had truly made their relationship stronger, and he had never felt more grateful to have Scarlett in his life.

“Just one more thing, how would you feel about going to that fetish night next weekend?” she asked as they broke their embrace and she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

"Oh, I’m not sure,” he replied honestly. He could feel that anxious feeling flicker at the prospect of doing anything in public. “I think we should have more information about what exactly this place is.”

"Yeah, I’ve found their website; it seems like a small club on the outskirts of the city,” she replied as she turned the phone to him to show the entrance to the club.

The entrance was a non-descript dark red door, just one of many on an empty-looking street, and the only sign was a small black box on the left-hand side of the door emblazoned with “THE VEIL” in white letters.

“If you want, I could email them and see if they’ll give us more of a description about what exactly the night is,” she said as she opened the email app and started to type.

"Yeah, OK, maybe if they can let us know a bit more, then I’d feel more comfortable,” he said as he stretched his arms upward and yawned before climbing out of bed and moving to the closet, picking up a soft white towel. “I’m going to head for a quick shower."

"Oh, wait a minute,” she told him as she put her phone down and rose from her side of the bed. He couldn’t help but watch as her round, ample breasts gently bounced with each step, her bra seeming like it could barely keep them in. She stopped just in front of him and reached up to his neck, her fingers slowly unbuckling the soft leather collar from his neck.

“I don’t want this to get ruined in the shower,” she said as she put the collar onto the bed. “And I think you’ll be needing this,” she continued as she reached up behind her own neck and unclasped the thin necklace, the key to his chastity dangling tantalisingly close.

He felt her hand grip onto his waistband as she slowly pulled his boxers down until they dropped to the floor before sliding the key into the hidden lock of the cage and turning it, pulling the key back out along with the attached lock.

“Wow, that didn’t take long, did it?” She laughed as his cock immediately started to harden, pushing the loose cage away from the ring and stretching out properly. “I wonder just how long you would last?”

All he could think about was the feeling of freedom, the blood rushing downwards, and his cock feeling like it had a heartbeat, pulsating so hard that he was sure it could burst. Her fingers gently tapped their way along his shaft until they slowly started to tease his engorged head, lightly rubbing all over the exposed gland before she started to slowly stroke his whole shaft.

“Oh God,” he moaned as her hand moved a little faster, the pre-cum was already dripping from the open slot, and his dick was throbbing harder than he’d ever felt before. “Don’t stop.”

“Someone is enjoying this,” she smiled as she stroked faster, her hand gliding from tip to base. “Just how close are you?”

He could feel the orgasm building; he thought there was a real possibility that he might just blackout if he came, but her hand just felt so fucking good. His cock was twitching from how hard it was, and her hand felt like it was just getting faster.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he begged, involuntary moans escaping from him after each stroke. He could feel he was on the cusp; just another thirty seconds and he’d blow his load everywhere. “Please, can I cum?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she teased, the strokes starting to slow slightly. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned one yet.”

He felt her hand get slower and slower until it finally came to a complete stop, though she maintained her grip on his pulsating cock. He was just moments from an orgasm, and he started to try and thrust into her hand, but a sudden, sharp tap to his exposed head stopped him.

“Nice try, but that’s not happening,” she said as she released her grip and walked back to her side of the bed, “and don’t dare touch yourself when you’re in the shower.”

He sighed with frustration; he could see the smirk on her face as she turned her attention back to her phone. As he slowly walked out of the bedroom, the only thing he could think about was the feeling of his stiff cock bobbing with each step. He felt so aroused that he feared he’d cum right there in the kitchen just from that sensation, but thankfully he was able to make it to the bathroom.

Pulling on the light cord, he stepped into the cold, white room and placed his towel on the rack next to the shower. His erection wasn’t going down, and all he wanted to do was grasp it tightly and just stroke, though he tried to focus his mind elsewhere. Opening the glass door, he turned the dial on the wall, felt the rush of warm water burst from the shower head, and stood for a moment, enjoying the warmth.

He picked up the bright green bottle of body wash and squeezed it into his hand. He rubbed the silly liquid into his warm, wet skin and watched the bubbles form on his skin as he kneaded it into his body, starting at his neck and working downwards.

He hesitated as he inched closer to his groin, trying to clean everywhere else that he could, but he’d reached the point where there was nowhere else to clean. His cock had finally softened, but he needed to remove the base ring of the cage, and as he tried to manoeuvre his dick backwards out of the ring, it just hardened instantly once again.

He knew it was wrong, but his hand slowly started to wrap around the shaft. All he had to do was stroke for thirty seconds and be in ecstasy, the pre-cum dripping from his tip in a long string as it mixed with the warm water.

He started to slowly move his hand back and forth, allowing himself small strokes but then quickly turning into full-length ones, his hand moving faster and faster, and he was on the cusp of pure pleasure. His willpower had disappeared, and he moaned loudly, trying to cover his mouth with his hand, but it was too late. One final stroke was enough, and cum erupted from him like a volcano, splashing against the shower wall.

He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he held himself up with an outstretched arm pressed against the wall. He felt completely drained, and he also realised just how loud he’d been. He hoped Scarlett hadn’t heard, though he had no idea how he’d explain his now flaccid penis when he returned to the bedroom. As the warm water washed over him, he slowly opened his eyes and knew instantly that he was fucked.

Scarlett stood in the doorway of the bathroom; she’d clearly heard him, and the telltale sign of her arms being crossed meant he was in trouble.

“Really? I leave you alone for five minutes,” she said, annoyance in her voice. “Finish up and get back into the bedroom; we need a little talk.”

He turned off the shower and stepped out onto the soft mat, wrapping the towel around his waist. He felt like such an idiot, and as he slowly made his way to the bedroom, he was greeted with her sitting at the bottom of the bed, the collar hanging limply from her right hand.

“So what part of ‘don’t touch yourself in the shower’ didn’t you understand?” She asked as he started to dry himself with the towel, trying to avoid eye contact with her.

“I’m sor-“ His meek apology was cut off as she rose from the bed and marched over to him, making sure to look into his eyes with her piercing gaze.

“Sorry for disobeying me or for getting caught?” She said, her left hand moving up and gripping his chin, “I did have something planned for after your shower, but I think I’ll need to change that.”

He watched as she raised the collar back up to his neck and wrapped it around, pulling just a little tighter than she’d previously done before buckling it closed. Her finger hitched onto the o-ring and pulled him along as she moved towards the foot of the end, his towel dropping to the floor.

“Lie down and don’t move unless I say so,” she told him, her hold on the collar forcing him down onto the bed before he lay back and stared at the ceiling, unable to see exactly what she was doing.

He could hear the sound of something opening, items being thrown onto the bed in quick succession, and footsteps pacing around the room until finally he felt her climb onto the bed, and she quickly appeared in his vision, her body straddling his.

“Look what I found in that bag,” she said, showing him a large ring gag that dangled from her clenched hand. “Now let’s put it to good use, open wide.”

He obeyed, opening his jaw until he felt her push the hard silicone ring into his mouth, making sure it was behind his teeth so he couldn’t easily push it out. Her hands reached behind his head and strapped it together tight, he could feel the leather bands snug against his cheeks.

“Now then, roll onto your front and stay still,” she ordered, climbing off him as she moved back down to the foot of the bed.

He slowly adjusted himself, rolling to his left until he was face down in the duvet. He could feel the drool starting to slowly seep forward, unable to stop it as his teeth bit down on the hard ring between them.

The cool sensation of leather against skin was sudden, and he felt his left ankle being strapped with one of the cuffs. She was pulling it as tight as she could until he heard the buckle lock close. She moved to his right ankle and repeated the process, the soft leather now adorning both of his ankles.

Click.

He instinctively tried to pull his ankles apart, but they held firmly in place. The jangle of the padlock let him know that his feet were now firmly locked in place. He felt the bed dip each side of him and then her weight pressing down on his upper legs. His left arm was lifted up, and he felt the leather bite into his wrist as the cuff was locked on. The same process repeated moments later with his right arm.

Click.

The now familiar sound echoed around the room as he tugged at his arms, and they too were stuck, unable to pull them apart.

It was an unusual sensation; he’d never been bound by anyone else before. In all of his self-bondage scenarios, there was always the ‘escape route’ he could use if he really needed to, but there was no escape this time around; he could squirm and struggle as much as he wanted to, but his arms and legs were fully immobile, and he couldn’t free himself.

He felt a confusing mixture of fear and horniness, and the latter was winning.

“Now let’s get you put back into your cage,” she whispered into his ear. He could feel her full body pressed down against his as she lay atop him. “We wouldn’t want you losing control again, would we?”

He felt himself rolling once more as she climbed off and started to push him, his arms even more immobile as he found himself lying on them. He found his eyes staring back at the ceiling as she felt her climb back onto the bed and the cold sensation of the metal ring held against his skin.

Her soft hands were pulling his ballsack through the steel hoop, and he quickly felt the odd sensation of his testicles pushing through. With the ring now firmly back on, he felt his awakening cock get softly pushed back as the cage entrapped it once more, the lock clipping into place and resealing his genitals back into their prison.

He felt his cock continue to softly push in vain against the steel bars while his arms and legs continued to try and see if there was any escape, but all three aspects of his bondage held firm.

It was then that Scarlett’s smiling face appeared in his view.

“Feeling stuck?” She teased as her finger traced across his bottom lip, “I want you to know that I was going to let you fuck me after your shower, but bad boys who don’t listen to instructions don’t get rewards.”

He moaned in frustration as he listened to her. He could feel his cock starting to fully recover, and it was trying to push against the cage. She smiled, leaning down and gently biting his lower lip, her hand moving through his hair and gently tugging it.

“Now that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun,” she teased as she sat back up and reached to her left, picking up an unknown object, “and you can still be involved, just maybe not how you’d imagine.”

He watched as she moved the object in his view, and he could finally see what it was.

It was her 6’ black rabbit vibrator.

It had been a present from himself to her a couple of years ago, on Valentine's Day, after her original one died. He had always been happy to involve toys in their sex life, anything that helped her get off was good in his book, though the matching vibrating butt plug that he’d also bought at the same time had unfortunately remained unused.

“You know what’s great about vibrators?” she asked rhetorically, pressing one of the buttons and causing the dildo to burst into life, ensuring that it was still working as intended. “It’s that they can just keep going; they never tire, cum too quickly, or suddenly find themselves locked away.”

That last remark stung a little. His dick was desperately trying to push through to freedom, but the steel enclosure only started to pull the base ring further from his body. The loose skin on his scrotum was starting to be pulled, and the aching in his groin returning with a vengeance.

“I do need some help getting it nice and wet so that it can slide deep into me,” she smiled as she moved the vibrator closer to his face until the tip was pressed against his bottom lip. “How about we put your open mouth to some use?"

She slowly started to drag the vibrator along his bottom lip, saliva clinging to the matte black toy. “I just don’t think this will be enough,” she said sarcastically as she moved the toy upward and lined it up with the gaping hole that was keeping his jaw wide open.

She eased the toy forward and pushed it through the silicone ring, initially angling it downward before rolling it in a circular motion along the surface of his moist tongue. After a few turns, she pushed the vibrator in a little further, and he could feel it starting to trigger his gag reflex. She pushed further until finally he couldn’t take the sensation anymore and started to audible retch, his mouth watering heavily as she pulled the toy back out.

“It’s not a nice feeling, is it?” She said, reminding him of an unfortunate mistake he once made when she was giving him a blow job, “But good job on making this nice and wet; it’s soaking."

He felt her climb off him, and his body started to roll once more as she pushed him back onto his front. He was staring up at the top of the bed as she sat back down, spreading her legs wide so he could see.

She took the long, dark vibrator in her hand and slowly started to tease it against her wet opening, pushing the head up and down between her inner lips and rubbing it against her clit. She pushed one of the buttons, and the smooth, bulbous head started to steadily rotate, making a small mechanical squeak with each rotation.

Holding onto the flat base of the dildo, she pushed the thick shaft against herself until it finally penetrated inside her. She slowly started to push back and forth, easing the toy into herself until it was fully engulfed in her pussy, white glossy fluid sticking to the shaft of the toy as it moved in and out.

“Oh fuck, this feels so fucking good,” she moaned, her breath quickening as she thrust the dildo inward once again, swallowing it until the rabbit ears were able to run against her sensitive clit. With the click of another button, the ears sprang awake and rapidly started to massage her throbbing clit.

She gripped the toy harder, and her wrist started to quicken with her thrust, pushing the shaft deeper and harder into her tight pussy. She was able to find the right pace and strength that she needed to fuck herself as she looked down at her bound husband, his eyes fixated on her.

“This feels so fucking good; I might not need to unlock you ever again,” she joked, staring back at him as she clicked another button on the vibrator, the head of the toy starting to jackhammer by itself, her hand keeping it pushed deep into her dripping pussy.

She held the dildo firmly in place as she started to grind her hips against it, her hand pressing flush against the base as the moving head sounded back and forth against her beating g-spot. The rabbit ears were now constantly flicking her aching clit and the combination of both sensations was building that orgasmic wave inside her.

He could only watch as she fucked herself, her moans filling the bedroom, and his drooling mouth wanted nothing more than to taste her sweet pussy, the wet patch on the bedsheets beneath her getting bigger with no sign of stopping. The way she ground her hips against the black cock only reminded him of when she would straddle him and push herself down onto his hard, throbbing cock, her warm wetness wrapping itself around his shaft until he felt the rush of climaxing inside her.

Yet all he could do was watch, immobilised in the middle of the bed, as her moaning started to get louder and more animalistic. Her breathing was becoming more laboured as she kept grinding against the thick toy inside her. The wet patch beneath her continued to spread until, finally, her wave crashed against the rocks.

Her voice cracked as she screamed in pleasure, one hand grasping the bedsheets as the other stayed on the vibrator as it brought her an earth-shaking orgasm. Her body tensed sharply for a moment as the sensation washed over her body, flooding her with exquisite pleasure.

As she relaxed, her hand finally loosened from the base of the dildo as it slowly slid out of her soaking pussy, falling into the wet patch as it continued to thrust away. She slumped back against the headboard for a moment, allowing herself to recover and enjoy any lingering aftershocks.

After a few moments, she moved her hand downward and grabbed the vibrating toy, pushing her thumb against the buttons and stopping the vibrator. Leaning forward, she hooked her finger through the metal ring on his collar and pulled his head upward.

“Let this be a lesson in learning to obey my instructions,” she whispered, leaning forward and kissing his forehead softly. “Otherwise, expect to see this taking your place more often, and you’ve just seen how good it can be.”

“Oh, one more task,” she said as she brought the vibrator in front of his face, he could smell her intoxicating aroma on it. “Be a good boy for me and clean all my sweet cum off it.”

He felt the vibrator being pushed back through the ring into his mouth until it was resting against his tongue. He started to lick his tongue along the smooth silicone, licking her juices off as commanded. He continued this until he couldn’t taste any more of her on it, though he struggled to push the vibrator back out of his mouth.

“Good boy, see, you can follow instructions,” she teased as she reached down and pulled the toy out of his mouth. A small popping noise was made as she pulled it back out of the ring gag.

He coughed slightly, catching his breath as he felt the drool dripping from his open jaw onto the bedsheets. Ping.

They both reacted and stared over at her nightstand as her phone buzzed from the notification. She grabbed the phone, unlocking it and scanning the screen, focusing intensely on whatever message she had received.

“Well, look at this,” she said as she turned the phone screen towards him so his immobile body could read the message.

“Dear Scarlett,

Thank you for your email, and it is great that you and your submissive are thinking about attending our club night. I know these can be daunting for newcomers, so Mistress Jada and I would like to invite you to a small orientation on Friday, 12th, at 7pm. This is so we can introduce ourselves and give more information about how the event works and what you and your submissive could expect when attending.

Please let me know if you can attend.

Sincerely,

Goddess Sophia”

She waited until she was sure that he’d read the message before removing the phone screen from his face.

"What do you think?” She asked as she pressed the reply button, “Do you want to go to this and see what it’s all about? I suppose it’s better than just turning up at a fetish night completely unprepared.”

He nodded in agreement. He did consider trying to say something, but the ring gag just turned his words into gibberish, so nodding was the next best alternative. He figured that if they were going to do this, then a “taster” event was probably the best place to start.

"Ok, I’ll reply and say we’ll attend,” she said as she started to type away, reading out her reply to him.

“Dear Goddess Sophia,

Thanks for the invitation, and we would love to attend the orientation. We’re both looking forward to meeting more experienced BDSM practitioners and hope to get some guidance and advice.

I do love my submissive, but he does seem to have a problem following instructions, so speaking with more knowledgeable women would definitely be helpful for me.

Sincerely,

Scarlett"

She smirked wickedly as she pressed send, the reply floating away into the digital ether. She leaned forward once again and weaved her hand through his hair until she was able to fully interlock her fingers into his hair and gently pull his head upwards.

“I’m going to enjoy a nice, relaxing bath with a glass of wine, and then I think I’ll watch a movie,” she said, her eyes piercing his. “You can lie here and think a little more about how you should be more obedient until I unlock you, then you can give me a massage as I watch my movie.”

She brought his head back down onto the duvet and let go of his hair as she climbed out of bed. Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting on his ass cheeks as her hands slapped down on them, gripping them tightly for a moment before letting go.

“You should have been careful what you wished for,” she whispered into his ear, her teeth grazing against his earlobe. “I’m starting to enjoy having a submissive, and I will do things to you that you haven’t even dreamed of."

He heard her footsteps pat against the wooden flooring as she walked away, keeping a steady pace until he heard the faint sound of the bathroom door closing and the taps being turned on.

Lying there on the soaking bedsheets, his mind contemplated his situation and was drawing a blank at how he could escape. As he pulled against his cuffs, he realised there was a part of him that didn’t want to escape, that wanted to remain helpless and be completely under her lock and key.

He smiled as he thought about that; he was exactly where he wanted to be.