Summary: A man and a woman in a Female Led Relationship with an emphasis on male slavery. Woman decides he’s been a good slave and deserves a reward. But what is the cost? Will she make him a cuck?
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“When was the last time I unlocked that penis between your legs?” I asked my slave as I sat at the kitchen table casually diddling on my laptop, sipping on a glass of wine that he poured me.
We’d both just gotten home, and we were both still dressed from work. I was wearing a short black skirt, black blazer, a white blouse, and a nice pair of black heels. He was wearing his usual dress pants and a dress shirt.
“It’s been a while… At least three months,” he said.
I laughed and said with a cute, sarcastic tone, “No wonder you’ve been a little edgy. And you’ve been such an attentive slave…”
“And notice I made a point of not saying ‘your penis’. As long as that thing is locked in a cage, nicely secured in steel, held in place with the Prince Albert piercing… I hold the key, and it’s MY property. You just happen to carry it around.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly.
“And don’t forget… You have a locked penis. It’s NOT a cock. Cocks are big and swing free and men with cocks fuck pussy with them whenever they want and…”
I stopped mid-sentence as if I was going to say more. “Wait. You are clothed? What the fuck? Naked. I want you naked.”
“I’m sorry Mistress… I didn’t…”
I shook my head dismissively, “Naked. Get naked now. Collar and cuffs. You know the uniform I like. Now scoot.”
As he started to walk away I added, “Hurry up! Get back here and kneel! Don’t make me have to beat you!”
This new Female Led Relationship we started about 4 months ago was getting particularly intense. I honestly didn’t think I’d like it at first. He begged, and begged and wanted it like this. Imagine my surprise – it turns out I really, really am getting into it.
He scurried back towards me nude, wearing only a collar, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and of course the stainless steel chastity cage. That hasn’t come off his body in over three months, and with the added security of the piercing, there’s no way his penis gets out unless I want it out. Obediently, he knelt by my side.
I ignored him for several minutes and kept typing. He sat devotedly motionless.
Finally, I tapped my foot on the floor. He moved closer and began silently giving me a foot massage.
Without looking away from my laptop I asked, “Tell me about that locked penis?”
“The penis between my legs Mistress? Its locked in a stainless steel cage.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes. Tell me about that. What’s it like for you?”
He seemed to reflect on the situation for a few moments, and finally replied with, “It’s a combination of wonderful and extremely difficult.”
“Oh? That’s interesting. Tell me about that?” I asked.
“It’s wonderful because I know you like it,” he said.
I giggled as I said “Oh, I do. You’ve no idea the rush I get from controlling that little pee pee and denying you my pussy that you crave.”
I could hear him sort of involuntarily moan. That made me laugh.
“Go on. Tell me about the difficult part. Are you horny?” I asked.
“I… I was horny. I am still horny, but it’s different now…”
“Oh?”
He continued, “I was insanely horny. I lusted after you and your pussy. I wanted to do anything to rip the cage off and fuck you.”
“I know,” I said condescendingly. “Poor slave. But how is it different now?”
“I… lust… But I don’t quite feel like a man now. I feel like…”
“My slave?”
“Maybe that’s it,” he said softly.
“Poor thing. You miss my pussy. Remember when I used to let you put your penis in it whenever you wanted?” I laughed again.
He moaned again and said slowly, “Yes…”
The rush I felt was intense. “Maybe someday I’ll give you a pity fuck. I don’t know. Maybe never. I’ll have to see how I feel. But I’m not totally heartless. Tonight I’m going to throw you a bone. You’ve been a good slave. You deserve a little reward.”
“Thank you Ma’am,” he said with a smile.
“Right now, I want you to really scrub the hell out of the floor. Just that section, right over there.” I pointed to an area of the tile floor right in front of the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Mistress?” he asked somewhat confused.
“You heard me slave, right there,” I said pointing. “Those six tiles.” Each tile was about one foot square.
“Yes ma’am. Those six,” he said still unsure of what I had planned.
“Use the scrub brush, and the Lysol floor cleaner. Get a clean, wet towel to rinse, and a clean dry towel to dry. I want that part of the floor clean, dry and spotless.”
I acted like I was ignoring him while he scrubbed away, but secretly, I quite enjoyed watching him laboring away naked, collared, cuffed and on his hands and knees.
“Finished Ma’am,” he said as he put away the cleaning supplies and returned to kneeling at my side.
“Good boy,” I said. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’ve been such a good slave, I am going to allow you a supervised masturbation. I’ll unlock the penis cage. You’ll be allowed ten minutes of penis playtime – right here. After 10 minutes, I lock the penis back up in its little prison.”
“You are allowed to cum. If you do, you WILL get every drop on those floor tiles you just cleaned AND you WILL use your tongue to lick up EVERY drop of your mess.”
“If 10 minutes isn’t long enough for you to get off, too bad. Penis gets locked up anyway, and you get to think about the orgasm you missed out on for the next three months. Or more.”
“After that, you will be locked in your cage for the night. You may have pillows and blankets and your phone, but that’s it, your night is over. I’m going out. I have a date. I don’t want you wandering around the house unsupervised, getting into things.”
He was visibly shaking a bit.
“Problem?” I asked. “What are you thinking?”
“Ummm…” he sort of mumbled.
“Out with it slave. Speak.”
“A… date… Ma’am? Supervised masturbation? It’s so… degrading.”
I just looked at him. “Yes my slave. It is degrading. Remember how you *begged* me for this? Remember how you talked and talked and talked about this? Remember how I finally relented and decided to agree?”
Quietly he said, “yes”.
“You asked for this. I’m giving it to you. You wanted to be my slave in a Female Led Relationship. You wanted me to assert my authority. You BEGGED me to explore my sexuality, and control yours. So, I am. That’s what’s happening here. Supervised masturbation for you, and whatever sexual fulfillment I want for me.”
He just knelt there. The trembling subsided a bit, but not much.
“Or do you just want to be locked in a cage for the night and forget about the masturbation?”
“No ma’am. Please unlock it.”
“Look, slave. The date might be with some women from work. Just a girls night out, having a few drinks. It might be a thing with some girls where we lez things up a little, just for fun, or to meet some guys. It might be with a hot bullstud I met on Tinder. You don’t know, and you won’t know until I tell you. If I tell you. Understand?”
“Understood, ma’am.”
“Good boy. Good slave.”
I leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry. You are special to me.”
I stood up and fished the key out of my blouse. I wear it on a chain around my neck. I grab his collar, stand him up, unlock his chastity cage, and free the slave penis.
I put the cage and the key on the kitchen table, sit back down, and set a ten minute timer on my phone. I finished sipping my wine.
“Ok slave, when I say GO get on your knees. You know what I want. You have ten minutes to play. Crank it. Spank it. Rub it. Whatever. Cum if you like, but know you will lick EVERY DROP of your mess from the ground.”
“Afterwards, I’m locking the slave penis back up, and putting you to bed in your cage for the night. Then its date night for me.”
“Are we going to have a problem with any of this?”
“No ma’am,” he says.
“Good. Ready? Set? GO!”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/as8fjx/really_clean_the_floor_fm_female_led_relationship
I like the idea of being locked up like that. I already have a Prince Albert too.