It has been about 2 weeks, and most things have returned to normal, with a few exceptions:
My clothes are picked out for me, so one less thing for me to think about in the mornings.
Also, one day she sent me out without underwear, which I found way to uncomfortable, so she’s allowing me those again.
I also continually get random DMs with emoji’s of locks, keys, or some other various reminders that she’s thinking about me…which really really brightens my day.
Saturday morning comes and I wake to find her already making breakfast.
I join her and after we eat, so puts on her serious face.
“It’s been two (very exciting) weeks for me, but I wanted to be sure you are comfortable with where we are, and where we are going”…she asks.
I pause to think about it, and answer honestly:
“Yeah. Not at all what I was thinking about when we started, but yea….totally fun! You?”
Her grin is all the answer I need.
She slides the keys over the table to me. “You have to be sure. You can pick these up and end this right now, and I will always love you for trying.”
I slide them back to her.
“Good. Really really good, because I have something for you…”
She hands me a small bag.
I smile as I open it…she’s always good at gift wrapping, so I dig through the paper and find a wrapped box in the gift bag. I scoff at the complexity of it all.
Opening the box, I see a small blue plastic chastity cage.
“I thought I’d get you something pretty!”
It looks less bulky than the metal cage I’m currently wearing, but not nearly as nicely made. It’s a soft, powdery blue.
“Stand up…let me put it on you…”, she says gleefully.
I present myself to her as I always do, and she releases my dick from its current shackle.
She leaves me free for a short time, gently rubbing my dick as you might rub a bumped knee or shin.
The new cage goes on much as the last one. It does seem tighter than the first one, and has no slots in the sides, so my dick is completely untouchable now.
The same lock fits onto this one, but given enough force, I imagine being able to remove it, if I had to.
“I like it!”, she exclaims.
Looking down, I see the soft blue against my skin. It is pretty, but the color is a bit soft for my liking. It makes her happy. Not just the color, but the fact that my dick is now less exposed, but also that I’m a bit put off by the color.
“I also put some new things in your drawer. You can wear any of them today.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She dismisses me and I head into the bedroom while she cleans up. An unusual task for her even before this started. I’m typically the dish-do’er.
In the bedroom I grab some pants and a shirt, then find my next gift in my drawers: pretty colored…I’ll call them “panties”, my normal tighty-whites no where to be found. I stare into the drawer, powder blue chastity cage within my sight, too.
They do look like pretty panties, on anyone else. I’m not sure the material, but not all of them are silk. Cotton and satin(?) maybe? No lace, but they do appear to be fairly small.
I sift through them, looking for…what? I don’t know. There is no stand out option.
I pick up a pair of black panties. They look so small.
I try them on, and find them surprisingly comfortable, though they sit low on my hips. Small and tight as they are, I notice this new cage doesn’t bulg out as much as the old one. I’m glad for this, while at the same time I suddenly feel small.
…
I return to the living room to hear her on the phone with someone, laughing and giggling…tossing me looks everyone once and a while.
Instead of listening to her conversation, I decide to head towards the office, but she snaps her fingers and motions for me to stay, pointing me to the end of the couch and her lovely feet.
She puts them in my lap and I instinctively start rubbing them, staring at her deliciously painted toys and notice that they match the soft blue of my cage. I smile!
I then notice her conversation, and I guess (correctly) that she’s talking to Steve!
“Yes, he is. At my feet. Yeah! I know, right? The same color. When? Oh, that’s too bad, I was hoping for sooner. But as soon as you get back, yes? Wonderful! Yes….yes I promise. Do you want to say hi to him? Hahahahaha! No, no…I understand. OK….yes…yes. I will, I’ll be sure he does”…she looks at me with a devious look…”he totally will!”
She hangs up with a sigh.
“Who was that?” No comment, but still a huge smile.
“Say his name.”
“Steve.” It’s just as strong in my head as the first time I heard it.
“Steve wants you to do something.”
My heart stops.
“OH, what would that be?”
She raises her leg up, offering her toes to my mouth. I kiss them, one by one. She pushes them into my mouth, further with each kiss. My tongue is now working her toes, curious if I could suck the polish off of them….the heel of her other foot is resting on, and digging into the plastic cage. I can feel my cock moving, but there is no senstation of touching since i am completely enclosed now.
“Say his name…”
“Mmpph…” I mumble as take more of her foot into my mouth, avoiding saying his name.
Her other foot rises up, and lands squarely in my lap…crushing under it.
“Stepvpe..”, I manage to say between the pain and my tongue lapping between her toes.
“Say his name…” the procress repeats until I manage to say his name to her satisfaction.
“Steve”…
“Got it…”
I notice she is recording, but assures me just it’s just the audio.
She works her phone and laughs as she swaps her feet into my mouth.
A moment later her phone beeps, she laughs again and takes her feet out of my mouth.
“Stand up…I wanna see what panties you are wearing.”
I assume the position in front of her, her feet planted on the ground as I stand at attention, hands behind my back.
“Open up…”, with her arms crossed and leaning back into the couch, I open my belt, zipper and fly, showing her the pretty black panties.
“Pull them down…” she wants to see the colors together.
“Pretty,” she exclaims. She stares…her face looks pretty as always, but somehow also disappointed.
“Ok…put that thing away now.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wqtcef/my_descent_into