I met my partner on MatriarchMatch.com; like me, he was looking for a Level 1 SOFT FLR (Female-Led Relationship). A few years later, however, he had evolved into my devoted cuckold husband. This is the story of how I gradually guided him to a Level 4 FLR cuckold relationship.
From the very beginning, I loved to take charge in relationships, relishing the power and control I could exercise over my boyfriends. Once I started managing his pleasure, positioning him, and even stimulating him with my fingers, it was clear that our dynamic was evolving fast.
One evening, after an intense night together, I casually mentioned that I wanted to shop for intimate toys and outfits the next day. We headed to a well-known adult store, popular with couples. When we arrived, I immediately instructed John to grab a basket as I wandered through the aisles.
Starting with some toys for myself, I eventually stopped in front of the strap-ons. I looked at John and watched his face flush red. First, I picked one that matched his size, then my eyes fell on a much larger one—23 cm. I smiled mischievously as a couple passed by and said, “I think you’ll enjoy this one a lot.”
The woman passing smiled at me. “I’m starting to love women even more,” I thought.
At the checkout, my eyes landed on a collection of chastity cages. John noticed me looking, and I turned to him, “I’d like you to buy me one.”
“But it’s not for you, my love,” he stammered.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked playfully.
“No, of course not.”
“And will you give me the key as well?” I teased.
“Whatever you wish, my love,” he answered, surrendering.
After discussing with the shop assistant, I settled on a Mini Penis Prison, made of surgical steel. I chuckled as I told the assistant that the cage would fit his ridiculously small size when flaccid. John was mortified. We paid and left, continuing our day in town.
That night at home, I made my intentions clear. “Tonight, my love, I want you to treat me like your QUEEN. You’ll be cooking dinner,” I commanded.
As he prepared the meal, I took a shower and changed into one of his favorite outfits—a leather corset, stockings, high heels, paired with a short skirt and a white blouse. Before heading to the living room, I grabbed a maid’s apron to bring to him.
When John saw me, he couldn’t help but compliment me, “You look stunning.”
“Pour us some champagne,” I demanded.
As we sipped our drinks, I told him, “Strip and put this on. I want you naked tonight while you serve me.” His excitement was obvious, which only fueled my control. I teased him while he served dinner, my hands wandering over his body. He blushed each time I touched him.
After dinner, I returned to the living room, commanding him to finish cleaning. When he returned, I told him to kneel beside me.
“Tonight, you’re going to make me orgasm with your tongue,” I said, spreading my legs and guiding his head between them. “If you do a good job, I might even let you make love to me. And if you’re very good, I might give you my special treat.”
The more I teased him with these promises, the more eagerly he complied. His efforts were rewarded, and I climaxed like a fountain. We ended up in the bedroom, where I continued to indulge in my dominance, treating him like the submissive I’d molded him into.
Later, I tied his hands to the bed and teased him, his body trembling on the edge of release. But I had plans for him. I grabbed a glove filled with ice and used it to cool him down, shrinking him enough to lock him into his new chastity cage. Despite his pleading, I silenced him by sitting on his face, enjoying his muffled protests.
Once the cage was securely in place, I slipped the key onto a necklace around my neck. “I hope you don’t mind the cage, darling?”
“Well, maybe a little,” he admitted.
“You shouldn’t have bought it for me then!” I teased. I untied him and invited him to the living room for a drink.
“Since you’ve given me the key to your chastity, I’ve decided to take full control of your pleasure. From tonight onward, every release you have will be a reward—a gift from me. As for my own pleasure, we’ll see where my desires take us. For now, you’ll be learning to enjoy what I enjoy, starting tonight.”
The next morning, after another intense night, I sent him to read a blog I’d been following—a space for women who dominate their husbands. Our relationship was about to shift into something deeper, and I knew he was ready.
