Two long weeks have passed. Every day, I thought about her, my dominatrix secretary. Each time, my erection was prevented by the chastity cage I must wear permanently. Wearing the cage is a necessary step in my conditioning.
Today, Mistress has finally returned to the office. She doesn’t seem to pay particular attention to me. As always, I remain alert, awaiting her orders.
The Snap of Control
Once again, we find ourselves alone at the end of the day. She orders me to come to her with a snap of her fingers.
When I enter her office, I can see she has placed one of her shoes on the desk, a magnificent leather boot.
- “Pull down your pants!” she commands.
I obey, revealing my cage.
- “How were these two weeks of abstinence?” she asks, clearly amused.
- “V-very well, Mistress,” I reply awkwardly.
- “I’m starting to enjoy seeing you locked up and docile. But I have another idea for today. I’m going to remove your cage, and you’re going to masturbate onto my boot. When I snap my fingers, you come, understood?” she says with a firmness that leaves no room for doubt.
- “Yes, Mistress,” I respond robotically.
I begin. The erection, unsurprisingly, comes quickly. However, less than a minute passes before she snaps her fingers as promised.
It takes me about fifteen extra seconds to release an obscene amount of semen.
I don’t follow her order precisely, but she seems satisfied nonetheless.
- “Almost a minute, that’s very good, slave. You seem to have a good foundation for becoming premature. That amuses me greatly. But remember, eventually, I want you to come at the snap of my fingers. In a minute… or less,” she says, bursting into laughter that terrifies me as I think about the consequences of what’s happening to me.
Then she dismisses me.
Collision of Secrets
A few days after her return from vacation, my dominatrix secretary asks me to come to her home after work without specifying why. When I arrive, I notice her husband’s car is there. My stress spikes. Several worlds are about to collide in the next few minutes.
I vaguely know her husband, having met him at a few colleague gatherings. He struck me as more of a stereotypical macho type than a caring husband. We didn’t exactly hit it off.
The door is slightly ajar, so I assume I’m expected and decide to enter.
Her husband is there, lounging on the couch.
- “Hey!” he greets me. “I was expecting to meet you. Coffee?”
I accept his offer, and we start talking.
- “My wife told me about what you two do in the evenings at the office,” he says.
Caged Confessions
A sudden surge of adrenaline hits me.
- “She told me from the first day. At first, I felt betrayed, but she quickly reassured me and, then, convinced me. She says you’re harmless, not a ‘competitor.’ So, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I should thank you. Her libido has never been higher!” he says, laughing.
I remain wary, unsure of where he’s going with this.
- “Are you wearing your cage right now?” he asks.
- “Yes, as she requested,” I reply, overwhelmed with shame and humiliation at discussing this with another man.
Maid in Obedience
Fortunately, this is the moment my dominatrix secretary chooses to join us.
- “Have you two broken the ice?” she says, laughing hysterically.
At this point, I still have no idea what’s coming next.
- “Go to the bathroom. I think you know the way by now. Change into what you find there and come back here—on all fours, obviously!” she orders.
Though excitement stirs within me, I’m starting to dread what’s about to happen. Her husband’s presence makes me uneasy, but no matter. I obey.
In the bathroom, I find, in the most cliché fashion, a complete maid outfit. After some hesitation, I put it on. Mistress has thought of everything. There are also vinyl pieces to cover what remains of my visible masculinity, namely my body hair. The outfit, however, leaves my cage perfectly exposed.
Now I have to go back out.
I return to them, crawling. I hadn’t expected it, but the friction of the outfit’s fabrics, especially the satin, excites me.
Bound by Their Command
They’re both on the couch, closer now, kissing. I wait, head bowed, for them to acknowledge my presence.
- “Ah, our little maid is here, perfectly dressed!” Mistress finally says.
A fierce mix of humiliation and excitement burns inside me.
- “Go get us drinks! Everything you need is in the kitchen. And keep crawling in front of us!” she orders.
I struggle but manage to return to the living room with two glasses of wine, which I place on the coffee table.
- “Good, slave. Now worship our feet! I said OUR feet!” she repeats.
So there I am, kissing and licking the feet of my dominatrix secretary and her husband while they continue to touch each other. I don’t think I’ve ever been so humiliated in my life. Yet, I must admit, I’m also in ecstasy right now. And this is just the beginning of my surprise.
After several minutes of worship on all fours, I hear a zipper open.
- “On your knees, slave!” Mistress commands.
I understand all too well.
I’m now inches from her husband’s already hard cock. I try to take it all in my mouth but fail.
- “Easy, my slut,” her husband says. “We have all the time in the world.”
I calm down and begin sucking him slowly. I’m extremely aroused, but the cage keeps my urges in check.
This situation feels like it lasts forever. Mistress finally snaps me out of my trance.
- “Let’s go to the bedroom, darling,” she says to her husband. “You, follow us! No need to say how.”
Servitude in Silence
We reach the marital bedroom. I’m made to stay near the bed, unable to see them. They make love for hours, completely ignoring my presence.
After two resounding orgasms, silence falls over the room. I see her husband get up and leave, then hear a snap of fingers from the bed. I approach. Mistress is there, naked and serene, smiling at me.
- “Clean me!” she says.
I move to her sex, covered in her juices and his semen, and begin licking until every drop is gone.
- “Good work, slave. Come closer!” she says.
She unlocks my cage. I’m instantly erect.
- “You have ten seconds.”
I come on the ninth. Mistress is fully satisfied.
We repeat these moments regularly over the following weeks. Until a certain day, I’ll never forget.
Sealed in Submission
- “Today, you’re going to see our employer and hand in your resignation,” she says calmly.
I’m stunned.
- “Do you understand what this means? I want you to live with us now. You’ll exist only through me and my husband. We’ll be your only masters, your only reason for living.”
I don’t know what to think or say. My first instinct is to refuse, mostly out of fear of this new life. But if I’m honest with myself, the thought of this life I never even dared dream of excites me.
Without thinking further, I reply,
- “Yes… Yes, Mistress, I accept your proposal!”
- “I didn’t expect any other answer from you,” she says. “The second you came to my office that night, you sealed your fate. There’s no escape for you now.”
I begin to envision my new role in this couple’s life. Mistress has already planned what my daily life will entail.
- “You’ll be our live-in servant, our little maid available at all times. For me, but also for my husband, as he’s growing fonder of our new games each day. Finally, you’ll remain in chastity permanently. If I feel like it, and to reward your work and devotion, I’ll release you occasionally, depending on my mood. Anyway, you’re now premature and seem to struggle to even get hard. Your cock is useless.”
I can no longer think. I accept my fate with complete submission. God knows where this will lead me now…
