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Erika knew Eden was desperate to ask some inane question – so she ignored him. Giggling inside, she used the remote to tap through the channels delighting in her new power.

“Mistress?”

The screen showed a sumptuous fish dish that captured her attention, she watched the butter melt over the textured fish before asking, “Hmmm?”

Finally!!! Eden closed his eyes and drew in a deep lungful of air ready to get all his complaints off his chest.

“Really! This is just crazy. Totally crazy! I mean, who the hell does he think he is?”

Some overweight bald guy on the tele held up some parsley and spoke about shredding them with ordinary scissors. When he finished and the music started, Erika spoke without taking her eyes from the images.

“Really? Shall I phone Marcus and ask him who he thinks he is?” She lolled her head on the cushion to stare up at him. “Tell him who was asking?”

Swallowing Eden looked away, already defeated. “No. Please don’t bother him.”

“Bother who, honey?”

Her eyebrows were raised with innocent expectation.

Shuffling his feet, Eden was about to say ‘Marcus’, when he caught himself. “Sir, I mean Sir.”

“I thought you did. You just forget to refer to him by his official title, didn’t you?”

“Well yes, I guess.”

“You guess? You mean you don’t know?”

“Please, Mistress. Its just that I think the three of us need to sit down and have a chat before this all spins out of control.”

Her eyes were now fixed on her fearful husband, “You haven’t answered the question, Honey. I asked if you forgot to refer to him as Sir.” She saw him thinking of ways to avoid answering the question so added pointedly, “Or did you deliberately disobey his instruction?”

Her horror struck husband was all smiles and bluster, “No darling, Mistress. No. I didn’t forget. You are perfectly correct. He needed to change the subject. “It’s just that …”

“Oh. I see.” She powered on. “So you need a reminder of Sir’s instructions then. If only you said so straight away.”

“Mistress. No, its ok. You don’t have to get up. I am sorry. Really.”

“Because you know what Sir said I should do to help you remember the new situation here.”

“Yes Mistress. But I am sure …”

“So why not be a good sissy and fetch me Sir’s cane from the bathroom.”

Oh no! Marcus had slippered his backside before he left that morning, only a few hours previously. It was still sore. This was crazy.

“Please Mistress, I …”

“And didn’t Sir say what I should do if you were hesitant in obeying an instruction?”

Her blue eyes fixed hard on her apprehensive husband. On one level it would be nice to have her man of the house back when Marcus moved on to another hot wife, yet, on another level relegating her know all husband like this was fun. Marcus had explained that sissies like Eden, or rather, as Marcus had put it, dumb sissies like Eden, loved having a dominant Mistress. She knew that was Eden’s primary fantasy.

When aroused he had, from their wedding day, urged her to tie him up and spank him. Marcus had unlocked Eden’s laptop and showed her all the images of leather clad dominatrixes wielding whips and canes. They had played games in the bedroom which weren’t particularly satisfying, but now that he had to obey her, it was erotically empowering. Little her having her egotistical hubbie run around like a genuine, timid maid.

“Mistress, all I wanted to say …”

Her look turned to a glare.

“Yes, I’ll fetch it now Mistress. Its just wearing this lingerie beneath my clothes all day. Every time I move, I am aware of the suspenders and the bra, and this tight corset and …”

“That’s how you insisted I dress for sex, wasn’t it?”

“Well, yes, yes, I suppose. But that was only for an hour or so.”

A wicked smile darkened her face, “With you it was for ten minutes. Now be a good sissy and do as you are told.” She clicked her fingers. “Cane!”

Eden had a few fears well up in his nervous mind. Whether she really would cane him. Whether he would have to take down his pants. How many strokes. But the overwhelming fear was: would she tell Marcus that he had said, ‘who does he think he is’?

When he pulled the bamboo out of the long jug in which it was held, he smiled. Of course she wouldn’t be that cruel! Not his submissive Erika.

 

 

 

 

 

2

Marcus twisted the tiny steel mesh around in his fingers. It was so small and his hands so large he could clasp it without a problem between first finger and thumb, as if it were a small child’s toy.

Erika was in awe. “That’s amazing. It’s so intricate. How the hell do they make them so small?”

“They need to, for the smaller guys in life,” grinned Marcus.

Wrinkling her nose Erika spoke almost apologetically. “He’s got a chastity cage though. Remember? We showed it to you.”

Guffawing and shaking his head, Marcus said. “Nah. Those cheap plastic Chinese knock offs are hopeless.”

Widening her eyes, Erika prepared herself for some mansplaining from Marcus. Why did she find him expounding stuff to her as if she were a child, so thrilling?

“You see, those knock offs have a generic key. Dumb arsed sissies like your husband …”

She bit her lip to stop herself giggling while the continued.

“… just get a pile of keys. For safety they say. Then they indulge their own fantasies but unlock themselves for relief on the quiet.”

Shocked, Erika demanded, “Is this true Eden? When we’re playing your maid games you just go and unlock yourself and spurt for your own satisfaction? Without me knowing?”

She could tell be the way he grew even more pink and looked away that Marcus was once again totally correct.

Squatting down she said to him, “That’s despicable. Why couldn’t you be honest?”

Marcus said, “Nah. Its not his fault. They’re all the same these sissies. Saying one thing but then backing out of it. So how about we ensure he can’t back out of anything until we say he can?”

“Look,” Eden began, “yeh, you know, you got a point. I shouldn’t have gone against what we agreed. Sir, that’s how I should address you when we are playing. Like we originally agreed.”

“You reckon?” An amused Marcus asked.

A spring of confidence grew within the bound over the chair Eden. “Yes sure. And hey, rules like safe words, they are all open to discussion.”

Marcus laughed. “Yeh sure. Up for discussion.” He turned to the bewildered wife, “tell your hubbie to hush while the adults are talking.”

Slapping Marcus’ wide chest, she smiled. “You are terrible you know that?”

Gaining confidence from having spoken and his wife’s apparently admonishing words, Eden said, “How about, untie me and let’s all go downstairs? Talk it through. See where we stand?”

Erika folded her arms, why did he have to keep interrupting when Marcus was telling her stuff?

“Be quiet Eden!” Then she smiled and locked eyes with her Bull, “Adults are talking here.”

Marcus nodded as if a teacher encouraging a deserving pupil.

“And those plastic devices,” he continued, “they can pull their little dicks out of them anyway.”

“Really?” The thought that Eden cheated, filled her with rage. “I didn’t know that.”

“Na. Most wives don’t. Too trusting, and their hubbies too deceitful.”

Now she felt like an idiot. Eden must have been laughing at her behind her back. She had to play the dominatrix and he got everything he wanted. Bastard!

“Also,” the Bull sighed, as if speaking sorrowfully, “simple tools from a supermarket will break them out of those cheap containers like a finger going through a wet pussy.”

Erika laughed at his naughty gag. Normally she detested coarse men, but Marcus somehow could carry off dirty jokes.

Raising the tiny cage he continued, “so this is made of graphene.”

“What?” the wife asked, loving having this all explained to her – especially before her helplessly tied hubbie.

“Graphene. Its manmade. Not found in nature. The hardest substance known to mankind. 200 times stronger than steel, even when just a few atoms thick. And look at this key.”

Eden struggled to twist and turn to see the key being shown above him. He saw how wide Erika’s were eyes. Almost bulging.

“Oh! I’ve never seen a key like that.”

“It’s called a tubular key. Its designed only for that lock on that chastity cage. So once it’s on …”

He let the words hang in the air as he studied the hot wife. She was far and away the sexiest woman he had ever shagged. The fact that she belonged to another guy made her even more desirable. At that moment her eyes were twinkling with awe at the devices he held in his palm. The cage and the key, she now understood were unique. Once he locked her hubbie up into it, she would know only he could release the dumb sap.

This would amplify his power in her mind and further diminish her husband. Thus, she would be even more aroused when they had sex.

“So watch how I fit it, maybe I’ll leave the key for you to release him one day, and then you’ll need to know how to fit it again.”

“Wait!” Eden screamed out loud. “No!”

Crouching down, Marcus stroked the panicked, dumb sissy under the chin. “Now, didn’t you hear your Mistress say that you should be quiet when adults are talking. I tell you what. Just to help you learn your lesson, you know what I am going to do?”

Oh God! Eden froze. Not another spanking, his arse couldn’t stand further punishment. His rear cheeks were singing with pain.

Knowing he dare not speak, he simply shook his head in reply to Marcus.

“I’m going to lock you up for 24 hours in this device. That’s your first lesson. But,” he paused relishing the fear in the hubbies wide eyes. “To help you learn to keep quiet when ordered by your Mistress, I’m going to add another 24 hours.”

Eden desperately wanted to complain. This was ridiculous. He couldn’t stand 2 days without wanking.

“But,” Marcus slowed down his speech so that the dumb arsed sissy would understand the weight of every word, “but, if you are naughty, in any way, then I’ll add a third day. Do you understand? Just nod your head, as your Mistress told you to be quiet.”

A dry mouthed Eden nodded his head.

Moments later, out of his sight, he felt the oddly warm and smooth device being attached behind his ball sac.

“Easy, yeh?” Marcus asked. When Erika nodded a shocked yes, he continued, “and then simply slide the cage up his member, give it a little shove over the two pins, to line it up. Then use the tubular key to lock it in place. One chastity wearing cuckold ready to learn his lessons.”

‘Lessons?’ Eden thought, ‘lessons? What would he be taught?’

 

 

 

 

She purses her lips in that way she does when is about to make a contentious remark. Erika usually seeks to avoid conflict.

“Well, you were naughty,” she finally says then drops her attention to the woman’s magazine she is reading at the kitchen table.

This makes her husband even more irate. His cheeks redden. “He just doesn’t get it does he? This is a game for the weekends.”

“After a long moment, without looking at her husband Eden, she replies, “yes dear.”

“So what the hell am I supposed to do? I mean, Alicia’s back from college next week. We don’t want him around then!”

The world froze. Erika found something absorbing in her magazine.

“Do we? Honey? We’re gonna have to tell him, he won’t be welcome then.”

Erika stopped mid page turn as if fascinated by an article.

“Honey? Erika?” He swallowed. “He can’t be here when Alicia’s home.”

“How about,” her eyes glistened, “you tell him that?”

At that he flounces from the room to indulge in a good hearty sulk settled in his favourite armchair in the front room.

For a while, the steam increases. He curses his wife, Erika out loud and quietly insults Marcus, their Bull. “The egotistical bastard!”

Then the steam gradually dissipates. Maybe he could have handled it better. He didn’t have to make a tit of himself by blurting out those words. He tries to justify himself. He was being spanked when he didn’t deserve it. So he didn’t say ‘Sir’ once. He closed his eyes tight knowing it was more than once. He just refused to use the term even when in no uncertain terms Marcus demanded it.

The slipper stings like nothing else. With him bound over a kitchen chair, wrists to front legs, ankles to rear legs, he was helpless as blow after blow landed. And how he blubbed and spat out the insults. Until he realised he needed to get a grip and start watching his outbursts.

Marcus wasn’t about to ease off, and Erika’s entreaties for mercy for her husband were becoming less and less convincing. In fact, did she really spurt out a giggle when Marcus showed her the bright red colour of her husband’s buttocks?

With Eden left sobbing and helpless, bound to the chair, Marcus took Erika away for quick, hard noisy screw.

When they returned, Erika’s hair appeared to have exploded from the scalp, her eyeliner was smudged, and she clung sleepily to the half dressed Marcus as if he were going to save her.

Marcus stood proud and tall before Eden. “Now then, are you ready to apologise, little boy?”

For a crazy fleeting moment, Eden thought that if he demonstrated courage then Marcus would be impressed and free him.

“No! We agreed a safe word!” Eden found confidence in his self righteous belief that he was wholly justified in protesting at a long over the knee slippering.

Hence how he ended up tied down over the chair for further chastisement.

Marcus wasn’t just far bigger and stronger, he was a determined bastard. He got what he wanted, always. Having known that about the brute from the outset, Eden wondered why he hadn’t stepped back and apologise.

He had pointed out to Marcus, “I just think tonight is over. You know? We had a safe word for a reason.”

Expecting Erica to support his reasoning he was surprised when she remained silent only glancing up at her Bull to see his reaction.

Finally, Marcus nodded as if understanding and sighed. “I’m afraid you will regret your naughtiness.”

Briefly, a shame faced Eden checked his wife’s reaction. She put her tongue into her cheeks as she averted her gaze.

Producing his car keys from his pocket, Marcus said to Erika, “Go to my boot. Fetch in the black sports bag you see.”

Gasping with surprise she accepted the key, pausing only briefly glance at her terrified husband before leaving the room.

Marcus crouched and used his fingers to raise the tear stained face of Eden.

He spoke softly, “Don’t know why you let yourself get into these situations. Dumb bitch. Now you’re gonna have to learn the hard way what your bratty behaviour has consequences.”

Avoiding eye contact with the alpha male, Eden said, “Sir, please. I think this is going too far.”

“So it’s Sir now, is it?” His narrow eyes growing tighter from a wide grin. “Now if you’d use that little word earlier, you’d still be able to sit down.”

“What are you going to do,” Eden swallowed before adding, “Sir.”

“You’re about to find out. And you know something?”

With wide, open eyes Eden shook his head.

“You, you dumb bitch, are going to learn a lesson you won’t forget until they nail you down into a coffin. I am going to ensure that in future you will be respectful to all your betters. Be they Bulls or women. You’ll even be subservient to junior shop girls. If a school girl admonishes you, then you’ll apologise.”

Momentarily, Eden was going to be brave. The words fuck you, arrived in his head. But all he croaked was, “Please no. I really am sorry.”

Rising up to his full broad shouldered height, Marcus chuckled. “You will be, dumb bitch, you will be.”

Many thanks to the wonderful Lissa Daniels for this superb PDF document. Please use the page turners at the bottom of the picture to read it all. It is designed for Mistresses, but maybe of interest to some Sissies who want to understand how they find themselves so easily controlled.

Check if you need to pull the page over to the left to read more too.

 

 

There are another 2 magazines on the locked in lace website!

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Your wife said you should be delighted with the present from her Bull. After all, she pointed out, the Bull only came around to see her.

You pout a little, blushing around the cheeks when it’s presented , especially as he’s got that superior grin on his chops – the one that makes your tummy tingle with dread. You don’t want him to give you anything! But that is nothing to your pout when you unwrap the pink tissue paper and see what it is.

“I already have a chastity cage, Sir,” you groan.

 

 

 

“Oh, don’t be so ungrateful,” your wife warns you. “You know what I’ve told you about being a naughty little brat.”

Barely able to raise your chin you offer a quiet, “thank you”.

“Try it on,” he grins.

You feel your mouth grow dry. “Sir, sorry, but it really is too small and …”

“Nonsense,” your wife laughs. “We both have seen your equipment and the chastity cage you bought for yourself looks too big.”

The last thing you want is to be paddled in front of the Bull – again.

You finally whisper, “I’ll see if it fits.”

“Yes, you do that,” your wife nods.

“Oh,” the Bull says, as if just remembering. “Try it on with a nice pair of panties.”

“Sir!”

Your wife narrows her eyes. “I trust you’re not answering back like an errant school boy?”

“No, Mistress. No.”

Knowing you are defeated you go upstairs to change.

“A nice pair of stockings too,” your wife calls out. “Black hold ups.”

You stop on the stairs. These games are fine when HE isn’t here, but with HIM around the pain of the humiliation is sickening.

 

 

“How does it feel?” Your wife is slumped in the arms of her lover, her eyebrows are raised with inquiry.

You stand there in the panties, stockings, bra and this damned new chastity cage which makes it look as if you have a pussy beneath the delicate panties.

“Well, to be honest, it is too tight. Sorry, Sir. But thank you for thinking of me.”

“Let me see, Sissy,” he says beckoning you closer to him.

His thick fingers poke around the steel for a moment.

“Na. You dumb bitch. Its fine and you’ll get used to it.”

Bastard you think, before turning hopefully to your wife. “Mistress, I know its a present, but it does feel tight.”

She shakes her head. “You’ve been told it is fine, so no arguing!”

“But Mistress …”

You fall short with your complaint, not least because you know you are wasting your time. Besides she has paddled you before her Bull arrives, as she always does, to ensure discipline during his stay. So you don’t want further chastisement on your already sore bottom.

So you find the words, “Yes Mistress,” and bow your head.

Suddenly the Bull’s hand is thrust out, palm up. 

You look curiously at him until he adopts that God awful grin of his.

He nods,”The keys you dumb sissy.”

Shock. “Both of them?”

“Yeh, wouldn’t want you to lose them.”

Your wife laughs at his joke.

You hate it when you don’t have a key at least for emergencies. One visit he hung on to your keys until he left, you were terrified the whole time.

But you hand over the two tiny golden keys. He snatches them before stuffing them into his trouser pocket.

Now you feel helpless, vulnerable and defeated. is he joking? Will he hand back one of the keys?

You stare at him with hope in your eyes.

“Fetch me a beer and open a cold bottle of white for your Mistress he says.”

You feel this new chastity cage grip your hardening dick, which now has no room in which to grow.

“Oh by the way, Sissy,” he says, making you pause int he door expectantly. “I’ll be staying the night, so make sure the master bedroom is tidy.”

Oh no! You’ll be sleeping in the hard bed in the spare room again.

“Yes Sir.”

“Of course if it is not tidy then maybe you won’t get back the keys tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning!”

Your wife is angry. “Don’t you dare speak like that to my boy friend.”

“Sorry Mistress,” you say quickly.

“And don’t forget,” your wife lifts up her chin as she speaks, “I’ll decide if he is going to let you have back the keys.”

You tummy grows cold. You know how mean she can be if she is not best pleased with your behaviour.

“Yes Mistress.”

“In fact,” she pauses as if thinking, “as you find it so tight, I think we’ll leave it locked on until the day after tomorrow.”