Female Led Relationships

Saturday

Miss had an appointment at the hairdressers in the afternoon and looked fantastic. She’d also bought a little black satin dress and took it into the bedroom to get changed. Although I was suppose to be cleaning the kitchen I couldn’t resist going and ‘checking’ on her. She was sat on the bed in her dressing gown and I noticed the black satin basque I’d bought her lying on the bed. Her birthday is at the beginning of May and she’d only worn it for me once saying she had to be “in the right mood” and it wasn’t very comfortable.

“You’re not wearing that are you, Miss” I asked a bit put out that she was considering wearing it for this guy we hardly knew.

“Well it goes with my new dress.” Was all she replied.

It did have an advantage because I have to help her put it on. And as she took her dressing gown off and turned her back to me I got a glimpse of the side of her breast. She has smallish B cup breasts but they are a perfect shape.

As I did the hooks up the back for her I wondered what sort of mad sadist deigns women’s clothes. I hadn’t even spent a week in lingerie and it is so uncomfortable I hate it; it cuts into you and needs adjusting constantly.

Miss then sent me from the room whilst she finished getting ready. Usually it takes her an age to get ready, but as she’d already decided what to wear, and had her hair done I figured we’d have a couple of hours together before she left for the evening. Wrong. Almost an hour later I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it. She was STILL doing her make-up and back in her dressing gown. She told me to go away.

She had a taxi booked or 7.30pm and the doorbell went just after and she called to me to let him know she’d be there in a minute. I opened the door a little and called out “Be there in a minute”.
When she came into the front room she looked absolutely stunning and elegant. The dress was low cut and mid-thigh length so she was showing some but not too much leg. I knew that like me she was wearing stockings, but for entirely different reasons - hers were to excite, mine were to embarass and humiliate. They were both working.

It suddenly hit me that she’d gone to all this effort for another man, not for me. I knew I couldn’t just let her leave.

“Please, don’t go.” I pleaded. “I can cook us a nice meal and we can stay in tonight.”
“Don’t be silly, you know I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” She replied. “And I can’t let Cath and Tony down after going to all the effort of inviting us round for a meal.”
“But I don’t want you to go, please” I said taking hold of her hand.

She pulled her hand away, “Well I want to go. Look you agreed to this and it’s going to happen whatever you say.”

Just then the taxi driver sounded his horn.

“Look I’m already late. I’ll see you later, OK?”

She opened the door and just before closing it turned round and said “It’ll be alright, I promise you. Don’t wait up.”

She was gone. I pulled the curtain aside and watched her get into the taxi and get driven away.

I did some washing and ironing and settled down to watch the TV but couldn’t really concentrate. All I could think about was Miss sitting down to dinner with Catherine, Tony and Chris; laughing and flirting and enjoying herself whilst I was sat here in front of the TV. I was sure they’d be laughing at my expense and I started to get pretty upset thinking about what they be saying. I already knew Tony’s opinion of me.

I went to bed at about 2 – Miss still wasn’t home and my mind was going into overdrive and I could only imagine what was happening. I tried to sleep but my mind just kept turning over and over. Would she be kissing him…or worse still?!

It was almost four when I heard her come in and go straight to the bathroom. I heard the shower and about 20 minutes later the bedroom door quietly open. I was going to pretend to be asleep but I wanted to speak to her, to make sure she was OK, to make sure we were OK.

“Hello,” is all I could think to say (genius I know).
“Are you still awake?” Miss answered, yawning.
She slipped her dressing gown off and climbed into bed.
“I was worried about you, are you OK?”
“I’m more than OK, I’m great, but I’m really tired.”

I noticed a mark on her neck and realised she had a love bite. Even early in our relationship she’d always stopped me giving her love bites saying they looked cheap and tarty and now she had one on her neck.

“Did he bite you, oh god and you sure you’re OK?”

“Oh these she said,” moving the collar on her pyjama top to show she actually had two.

“We got so carried away I didn’t even realise he was doing it.” She said with a giggled before leaning over and turning off the bedside light.

I moved closer to cuddle into me but she gently pushed me away.
“I’m exhausted, can we just sleep?” she asked.
“I just need to know, did he…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
“Did we sleep together? Is that what you want to know? Yes we did…well we didn’t sleep but you know what I mean.”

I could help myself and started to sob, even though I was biting my lip and trying to stop.

I heard her sigh in exasperation and the table lamp came back on.

“Look what did you expect? Chris and I slept together. You must have known it was going to happen.”
“I thought you were just teasing me…and you hardly know him.”
“I know him a lot better now,” she said sarcastically. “And this isn’t about you, when will you understand that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, silly boy,” she replied, sitting up. “Look, come here.”

She pulled me into the pit of her arm and opened. “Would you like a suckle.”
It was something we’d always loved doing in the past; me lying on her arm, gently sucking and suckling on her breast and I couldn’t believe she’d actually offered.

“Be careful my nipples are a bit sore.”

Miss actually had another love bite just above her nipple but I didn’t say anything and just gently took her nipple into my mouth.

“I may have slept with Chris, but I came home to you. I need you just as much as you need me. So put all this silly thoughts out of your head.”

We stayed like that for some time, silent, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of each other’s bodies, before Miss said we should go to sleep now.

To be honest my mind had been working over time and I was as worn out as her.

Sunday

I woke early and decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. When I took the tray in she’d just woken and I sat on the bed and told her how beautiful she was. She smiled, “Even with my love bites, or despite them?”

“Even with them,” I replied.

Later that day I had my hands cuffed behind my back for my weekly clean. Once Miss had soaped me down and cleaned me she commented on the fact that again this week I hadn’t “tried to get hard”.

“It’s funny it looks even smaller now, compared to Chris’s.”

I blushed and apologised, knowing she was enjoying teasing me. It felt odd and made me feel naked without the CB-3000. It’s actually feels part of me now. It may sound mad but I’m proud of it, proud that I belong to Miss. I couldn’t deny she was a lot happier today than she’d been in a while. It was almost like having the old Angelina back, and even though she made a couple more comments during the day about Chris I tried not to let them get to me. After all she HAD come home to me.

Monday

When I got home Miss was in a bad mood. She’d had a bad day at work and despite promising her, Chris still hadn’t called. She admitted they’d arranged to go out this Friday but now it was looking doubtful. This may sound crazy but it made me angry. I was angry at him for sleeping with Miss, but also for not phoning her. I could feel the rejection she was feeling. He’s obviously a total wanker and she deserves more respect

“Hi Chastityboy, it’s Miss Catherine, is your Mistress in?”
“No, sorry Miss,” I replied, “She’s still at work.”
“Oh, can you let her know I’ve called. I’ve spoken to Chris and he’s fine for dinner on Saturday. In fact he’s really looking forward to it.” I could tell she was really enjoying rubbing my nose in it. When Miss K got home I told her the “good news” and she actually gave me a big hug saying “Isn’t it exciting”.
To be honest one of the main reasons I’d agreed to become a cuckold is because I didn’t actually think she’d go through with it. I still think this might be some big wind-up, now involving Catherine too. That hope seems to be fading.
Miss got me to open a bottle of white wine and then called Catherine back. They spent an hour talking about Saturday, about Chris and even I got a mention. Apparently when Catherine told Tony about my new status and the chastity unit he said he always thought I’d been “a pathetic wimp” anyway. Nothing like the support of your mates, eh?
The other bizarre turn of events occurred on Tuesday morning when I went to get a clean pair of shorts out of my draw. I hinted at it in my last post but I’m still embarrassed about it. In fact I’m becoming to wonder if Miss is actually trying to get me to snap. My boxers had disappeared and she has replaced them with female underwear – a couple of thongs, bra and suspender belts in either black or white. I told her to stop messing about but she said I’d look pretty and sexy in ‘my’ new undies. I didn’t and I still don’t – I look absolutely ridiculous, like an extra on the Rocky Horror. Hairy legs and stockings is never a winning look.Thankfully even the white bra showed under my shirt so Miss didn’t press me to wear it to work.

I got home last night, undressed and put my collar on, determined to make Miss happy with my behaviour after we had our heart-to-heart on Sunday. When she got home I was just beginning to prepare dinner.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” She announced.
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. She’s very beautiful and very sexy but surely she hadn’t found a beau so quickly. Thankfully it wasn’t quite that bad.
“I let slip to Catherine about your locked status and she’s coming to dinner to see for her self.”
Not as bad as becoming a cuckold but still a shock.
“I thought…well…that this was between us?” I asked/implored.
“Oh don’t be silly Chastityboy. It’s only Cath and she won’t tell anyone.” Miss reassured me.

When the doorbell went my heart was pounding so heart I thought it would burst out like the scene from Alien. I heard Catherine’s voice and then the kitchen door opened, followed by a fit of giggles, from both Catherine and Miss.
“Oh! My! God!” Catherine started, “What have you done to him?”
“What, Chastityboy? He’s all locked-up like a good little boy. Isn’t that right Tony?” Miss asked.
“Yes Miss,” I replied meekly, feeling my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“Miss? You have got him well trained. Would he call me Miss as well.” Catherine asked, still giggling.
“Chastityboy?” Miss asked.
“Yes Miss,” I again replied, but this time to Catherine.
Catherine moved closer to have a look at my cock cage.
“Can I touch it?” she asked Miss.
“Go ahead, give it a good tug.”
“He really is all locked-up, isn’t he?” Catherine said, pulling and twisting the CB-3000.
I made dinner for them and returned to the kitchen to eat my own, and then spent the rest of the evening serving them wine, or sat on the floor next to the sofa as they chatted. At one point Catherine asked, “So how often is ‘Chastityboy’ let out of his plastic willy thing then?”
“Let out? Oh he isn’t.” came the reply.
“What not at all? How long as he been locked-up then?”
“Well remember New Years Eve? Whilst you were seeing it in we were upstairs in the bathroom locking him in.”
“Oh my god! That’s incredible. So don’t you miss…well…sex.” Catherine asked Miss.
“Well I’ve been using my trusty plastic friend so far, but Chastityboy and I have decided I should start seeing other guys. Isn’t that right Chastityboy?”
“Yes Miss” I again answered meekly.
Miss then went on to list all my inadequacies, which made Catherine laugh out loud till she started to choke.
“As it happens,” Catherine said excitedly, “Tony’s (her partner) mate Chris has just spilt-up with his girlfriend. Do you remember him from the party, did most of the Djing?”
“Oh yes, so he’s single now then?”
“Tell you what,” Catherine continued, “I’ll give him a call tomorrow and see if he’s free for a meal at the weekend. Tony’s free for the first Saturday in ages, we could make it a cosy little foursome.”
My heart had already sank, but when Miss agreed, adding it was a great idea, I just wanted to die.

I helped Catherine into her coat as she was leaving, and she turned to Miss, “Oh I’ve got that magazine in he car. I’ll just go and fetch it for you.”
“Don’t be silly, Chastityboy will go with you and get it.” Miss said.
The next thing I know I was out on the freezing pavement following Catherine to her car, still naked. Thankfully she was only parked five cars down but I was terrified looking up and down the street – thankfully it was late and the street was empty. I stepped in a puddle as we got to her car so my feet were now wet as well as cold.
“I think it’s a little odd what you two are up to, but Angelina seems happy than I’ve seen her in ages.” She told me, whilst I just wanted to scream GET THE MAGAZINE YOU STUPID BITCH!
Once she’d found her car keys and opened the door I was desperate, worried that someone would turn the corner and start walking up the street.
She handed me the magazine and slapped me on my left buttock.
“There you go Chastityboy, be a good little boy.” She said with a huge grin on her face.
“Thank you Miss” I replied before rushing back to the house as quickly as possible, my heart racing and my body shaking – from both the cold and from fear.

. My heart sunk when she told me we needed to sit down and talk, but she was smiling and took my hand encouraging me to sit next to her on the sofa, instead of next to it like before. However, things started off with the worst thing I could hear.

“I’m sorry darling, but I still want to start seeing other people. It’s just what I need to do.” She said slowly, pausing to let it sink in. “You’re a wonderful person and I love the way you’re trying your best, but let’s be honest … you don’t really make the grade in the bedroom. It’s not just your size, but you’ve always suffered from premature ejaculation and…well…you’re TOO sensitive… I want a man to take me, fuck me, not spend ages kneeling between my thighs worrying about making me come. I don’t want to leave you but that’s the only other option.”

I burst into tears and she took me in her arms and reassured me, through my sobs, that she wouldn’t leave me if I agreed to this one thing and that in time I would get use to our new relationship. We spoke for hours, holding hands, our fingers entwined, with me trying every other permutation to get around this. I would become more dominant in bed, we could get viagra or delay spray or a strap-on. It seemed like she had thought it all through and had an answer for everything. She certainly didn’t want me using a strap-on on her – not when she could “get the real thing.” I asked how I could prove I loved her if we couldn’t make love together? She simply said that wearing the CB-3000 was not only proof that I loved her, but that she also owned me. Once I was sure she really did want to stay with me and this would be something totally outside of our relationship I reluctantly accepted her right to see other people. It’s the hardest decision of my life I knew I couldn’t live without her so we did agree I would become a cuckold but on certain conditions.

1/ I would not have to meet her lovers. The whole idea horrifies me.
2/ She would not be sleeping around like a whore. It will be monogamous relationships with just one guy at a time.
3/ She would be totally discreet. Neither of us want our friends, family, neighbours or work colleagues to know. “I don’t want people to think I’m a slut or using you.”
4/ She would always use condoms unless she started “going steady” with a guy.

I know these conditions may not sound a lot but it did make me feel like I still had some say and control over the situation.

It was gone four before we finally went to bed, talking about all sorts of things; when we were kids, old boyfriends and girlfriends, funny memories. We hadn’t talked like this since we first met. I suddenly realised that perhaps Angelina was right, this could bring us closer together and deepen and strengthen our relationship. We went to bed and snuggled up together. Angelina actually started to kiss me deeply, her tongue invading and exploring my mouth, her hands gently caressing me, I was in seventh heaven until I moan in pain as I started to get excited for the first time in a couple of weeks and remembered the POI fitted to my CB-3000. Points of Intrigue? More like Points of Hell!!!

“Goodnight Chastityboy,” she said with a giggle, patting my groin and turned the table lamp off. We lay there cuddled up like two spoons and I felt safe and warm lying next to the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without her would be impossible. I can’t deny I’m scared…but at the same time somehow excited that we have a future together, however unorthodox.

When we went to bed Miss allowed me to snuggle up and then started asking me about my feelings about being locked up. To be honest I am starting to get used to wearing it, and realised I haven’t had an erection for over a week – well obviously not for 19 days, but I haven’t even been slightly aroused, my cock seems to have shrunk slightly and is just dormant, almost like it’s hibernating. May sound odd but in away it’s quite a relief because the POI don’t dig into me so much and I can’t really feel them. I also confessed the CB-3000 now feels almost a part of me. I know it’s on, I see it most of the time in the evenings/weekend and I’ve began to feel it is a sign and proof of my love and commitment to Miss. I actually feel proud that I now “belong” to Miss.
She was delighted. I even got a small kiss on the cheek!
“Good, she said, I’d noticed you didn’t seem to be getting excited so much, not even when I cleaned you on Sunday.”
After a slight pause she added, “Which is why I was thinking perhaps you should remain locked…permanently?”
I don’t know how or why but I simply replied, “If that’s what you want…”
As soon as I said it my heart began to sink. I’m not ready for this to get so serious, I thought. I reassured myself that she couldn’t be serious and was just teasing me.
However what she said next really began to terrify and worry me.
“I was also thinking that … well if you’re kept locked … I should take a lover.”
“No way,” I replied, “What the fuck are you talking about, I’m not letting you shag someone else.”
“You’re not letting me?” she mocked. “You’re not letting me? That’s a joke. I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do or stop me.”
She thought for a second before continuing.
“Look, you’re now chaste, right?” I cautiously agreed.
“And to be honest you were never that much of a lover were you?”
I was dumbfounded. When you’ve lived with someone for almost a year and never even heard so much of a word of complaint you wonder where all this is coming from.
“Well you are on the small side ‘down there’ and have always finished before most guys have got started.”
I couldn’t belief I was hearing all this shit, but there is NO WAY she is sleeping around. This little game has to stop.
“Well you’re just been selfish, something else you’ve always been. I have needs and desires.” She replied, “And I need a man.”
She pushed me away, turned over and turned off the light.
“Can you please just think about it?” she asked snottily.
I didn’t answer. Part of me was (and still is) fuming, part of me is scared and part of me is jealous as hell of the thought of another guy fucking my woman. It’s simply not going to happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday Evening
When I got home there was a package waiting outside the door for Miss. Like anyone I couldn’t resist having a feel of it. It felt like a collar – which is odd because I already have one that I now have to put on as soon as I get home. This sounds really stupid now but I pictured Miss wearing it, attaching a chain between our collars whilst we fucked like crazy. It was not. When Miss got home she ripped open the package and it was a steel collar, lined with leather, with a small silver padlock. Hasten to say I was ordered to remove my leather collar and Miss fitted it round my neck immediately.
Miss announced she also had another “present” for me, a nail brush … to clean the kitchen floor with. As Miss was now going to the concert with Catherine she wanted me to “keep busy and keep out of trouble”. I’m not quite sure what “trouble” I could get in wearing my cock cage and locked in a steel collar!!!
At about 11.30pm the phone rang.
“We’ve had an excellent time, and I’m going to stay at Cath and Tony’s (her boyfriends) tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Angelina announced “Hope that kitchen floor is gleaming!”
I assured her it certainly was – my knees and arms wearing aching and I was absolutely nackered. Try cleaning the floor with a nail brush if you don’t believe me.

Saturday
When Miss got home in the morning she told me to clear everything out of the Kitchen cupboards, and clean them all all of their contents. Great, she didn’t even comment on how lean the floor was.
I asked her how the night had gone.
“It was brilliant. We went to the bar near the venue first and were having a quiet drink when these two guys came over,” she told me with a giggle.
I threw her a worried glance, but she assured me they were both “total wankers”. Angelina and Cath had let them buy a few drinks for them, before excusing themselves for the “little girls room”. They walked straight passed the loos and left the pub. Still the thought of a guy chatting Angelina up made me angry.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon cleaning the bathroom and all Miss’ shoes and boots (why does she need so many?!?)
I did get some let up in the evening (perhaps because there wasn’t much else to clean) and sat on the floor next to the sofa and we settled down to watch the TV.
This may seem a bit mad, encouraging Miss to keep my in chastity, but I commented the plastic pin that holds the CB-3000 could easily be removed with a small hacksaw, but they did do a steel pin for them now. Angelina was delighted, not only that she could keep me more securely, but that I had volunteered the information. I got a pat on the head and she caressed my hair whist we watched the telly, telling me I was “good little boy.”
Of course I was hoping for a little more, but she did snuggle up to me in bed…until I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away with a slap. She didn’t actually say anything but she turned over and turned off the table light. I don’t think anything actually had to be said. Again I was running before I could walk.

Sunday
After making Miss breakfast in bed she told me to get started on a Sunday Roast. I love having a roast, it’s just all the preparation and cooking. As soon as everything was in the oven or on the stove she told me I could get dressed, but only to go out to clean and valet her car! I still had the collar locked around my neck but as Angelina proved rightly no-one walking past seemed to notice or comment. When I was finished Miss ordered me to get in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if it was for fun or for punishment. I had tried to kiss her the night before but in my defence I’ve been in the cock cage for two weeks AND cleaned pretty much the entire flat, her shoes and her car.
Miss got the handcuffs and chain from the draw and fitted them to the ring in the collar, again locking my wrists behind my back.
“You’re still ill,” she told me. “Cath and Tony are coming round for lunch, so I hope the roast I’ve gone to all the trouble to make is as delicious as it smells.”
“And after your naughty behaviour last night I might let them come in and see you all locked up.
To say I was terrified would not even cover it. Thankfully she was only teasing, and “our” guests left at about 6pm with my modesty intact.
The CB-3000 was removed and I was cleaned before being re-fitted and sent back to bed. Miss did remove the handcuffs before picking up her vibrator and left the room without another word. I could only lie there, totally worn out and imagine what she was doing in the lounge. I fell asleep before she got to bed.

It all hit the fan last night. Miss A came home to find me in my collar, naked, preparing dinner.
“Evening Chastityboy,” she said breezily as she sat down at the kitchen table.
“Good Evening, Miss” I replied.

As she watched me cooking she commented on my nice, tight little arse which made me blush (funny how even when your stark naked a comment like that can embarrass) and made me come over so she could check my device was securely in place. She gave it a good, painful tug and smiled saying, “No more accidents then?”

During dinner she told me she new I hadn’t really slipped out but had really tried to escape. I foolishly admitted it and she just sighed, looking at me and said, “You know what that means don’t you? The way things are going you’ll never get unlocked. Now fetch the spatula.”

I stood in front of her, with my legs slightly apart, she lifted my cock cage to give her access to my balls, being pushed up and out by the cuff of the CB3000 and gave me a really severe slap with it. I gasped but made sure not to let out a yelp of pain. Five more followed . equally as severe and I was glad it was over, thanking her for my punishment.

“Oh it’s not over yet Chastityboy,” she responded. “Lying to me and trying to escape deserves double punishment.” And another hard slap from the spatula fell on my poor, swollen balls. After the twelve strokes I thought my balls were on fire and had to hobble about like a cowboy.

“And you can forget about going to the gig tomorrow.”

We had tickets for a concert and had both been looking forward to it since before Christmas. To be honest I was totally gutted and could have kicked myself for being stupid.

As I washed up the dinner things she used her mobile to call her best mate, Catherine.
“Hi darling, I was wondering if you still wanted to go to the concert tomorrow.” I heard her say.
After a pause she said, “Oh poor little Paul isn’t very well…I know…yes…he was really looking forward to it to.”

She tapped me on the arm and pointed at a pile of washing as she walked out of the kitchen, still on the phone to Catherine. She pretty much ignored me for the rest of the evening, except for telling me to go to bed at 10.30pm…after again putting a sexy video on for her. She’s really getting into the swing of being a tease!

I only have myself to blame though. I know that and it just makes me more determine to start getting things right.

I had a good nights sleep – first this year so things are looking up on that front. The swelling in my testicles has gone down a bit, so it looks like Miss was right about getting used to it. I’ve just got to learn not to put a foot wrong!