Chapter 2

“Hmm. So just to clarify, it has to be something you DON’T want?”

Then I added, “And something YOU want.”

She started questioning me, “What if I tied up your balls and ‘tortured’ you?”

“What if I pushed a metal rod down your urethra?”

It was my turn to learn something new and I bet my face looked shocked, “Anything for you.”

Terry slapped my arm. Not like she does when she wears her costume but just like wives do to husbands all the time, “You’re impossible! How am I ever going to find something sufficiently humiliating, something dominant enough, something that crosses the line from what you’re willing to do, to what will make me the perfect femdom wife?”

I didn’t have an answer, “It’s a dilemma, dear. But you’re an Analyst. And you’ve got your website.”

A few days later I woke up to discover my penis was trapped in a little plastic cock cage. I whined, “What’s this?”

“You know perfectly well what it is. And you’ll wear it until I say so.”

“But our games are about sex. I can’t have sex with this on.”

“Don’t be a baby. Besides, I can still have sex with you wearing it. And when you’re serving my pussy and ass you’re still having sex. Just not intercourse.”

“But… but I need to cum.”

“Do you? How often really? And I’ll take it off sometimes if you’re good to me. Besides, it’s true that you don’t want this, right? And it’s true that I want this, right?

Now put on my panties under your clothes and go to work like an obedient husband to a perfect femdom wife.”

“But…” I had nothing more to say. I was beaten at my own game.

At lunch I got an anxious text, “Am I still perfect? Did I do it right? I’ll drive over with the key if you say so.”

I mulled it over before texting my confession back, “You’re still the perfect wife. Don’t bring the key. But when do you think it’ll come off?”

On my drive home she replied, “A day or two. I have needs you know and your cock is the tool I need.”

I figured I could easily survive a day or two.

That night after dinner she stared me down from across the table, “You know… you’ve never eaten me without getting something for yourself too.” It was true so I nodded.

She pushed her chair away from the table loudly while assuming the femdom role, “Now get your worthless ass in the bedroom because tonight it’s all about me.”

I followed meekly wearing only the panties and cage. Terry lay down flat on her tummy. “Eat my pussy and make me cum all night.”

This was a new position. And there was no denying that she was doing what she wanted for herself and not for me. I pushed my face deep into the crevice between her legs. It was hard to reach but I licked her real good. And when she rolled over for bed I knew for sure I would get nothing.

The next morning she woke me by not too lightly whacking me with a ruler. “Wake up.”

Theresa measured my dick within the cage, “Two inches! Now I can finally call you a little dicked wimp and really mean it.”

“Is that what you want?” I hoped she was finally ready to get mean and nasty.

“Well, it’s always nice to be honest. All the other times I called you ‘little dicked’ you had a big hard manly cock sticking out. Do you know how hard it is to dominate a man with a huge masculine club when really all I wanted to do was succumb to its power?”

“Well you’re a great actress because you make it believable. How ’bout we take off this cage and fuck. We could even make love. It’s been a while since we’ve had tender lovemaking.”

“You’ve only had the cage on for a little over a day and you’re already trying to weasel out of it.” She was in a good mood and smiling when she said it. Then she re-thought her answer: “For that, you’ll wear it for at least a week!”

I examined the cage wondering if the bulge was too obvious. “Um, aren’t we going over to Lonni and Frank’s tonight?”

She glared convincingly, “Make it a week and a day. And it’ll be under your clothes with your new pink lace panties.” I dared not argue anymore. She was right anyway.

On the drive over I asked, “Does it turn you on?”

She waited a long while before answering tentatively, “A lot of it does. Well, some. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about the cage. It does give me a certain amount of… power. Let’s see how this newfound power changes things. I’ll let you know what I think in a week and a day.” She seemed to drop it. Then added, “Longer if you disobey me.”

The idea that I would be punished for disobedience touched something in me. Was this what I was missing?

Walking up the steps we held hands like a normal couple. But we weren’t really a normal couple, were we?

Halfway through the evening Lonnie and Frank left us alone in the tv room for a bit while they prepared dessert.

This commercial came on the tv. A couple were driving along a majestic mountain road in a luxury car. When it ended we discovered the couple was two men.

Talking quietly so as not to be overheard Terry asked, “What’s that about? You have a problem with the gays?”

“No. But really, you just said, ‘the gays’. Maybe you’re the one with the problem.”

She ignored me, “Why’d you snicker?”

“Cause they’re always pushing it down our throats. Representation is one thing but when half the media pushes an agenda it’s too much. It’s not even about being gay, it’s all to get certain politicians elected.”

She whispered super conspiratorily, “I suppose you’ve never thought about gay sex? Ever wonder?”

I whispered back, “Eww. I’ve thought about it and I thought ‘no’.”

“So just to clarify: you DON’T want to be a part of any gay sex?”

I shook my head decisively, “Nope! Besides that would be cheating.”

“What about two girls, another girl and us… an FFM, would that be cheating?”

“Oh, well, not in that context it wouldn’t be.”

She crossed her arms petulantly, “What about an MFM thing? Would that be cheating?”

I stammered and stuttered, “It’s different.”

“Just because you’re not interested. You’re a hypocrite.” She smiled. But the warmth was tinged with a coldness. Also, there was some underlying and ill defined animosity I was almost missing.

“You know what you said about ‘pushing it down our throats’. Well, you’ve just given me an idea. I bought us a new lifelike dildo and I’ve just come up with a NEW plan for what we’re gonna do with it when we get home.” She patted my crotch. “If you ever want this to come off you’ll obey me all night.

Something inside me lurched in fear – or excitement, “Yes, Mistress T.”

We heard the clinking of a tray as Lonnie and Frank were coming back from the kitchen. “Shhh. Don’t say anything more about it. Lonnie’s bi.”

Lonnie was talking in that singing way people do, “Here you go, lovebirds. We made a different sort of dessert tonight. Everyone gets a flight of sweet shots. Our dessert is MORE alcohol!”

I couldn’t believe Lonnie was gay, well, bi. Was that why her libido with Frank had tanked?

I drifted off mentally, staring at her lips. Had those pretty red lips sucked pussy?

Four shots later I was looking at Terry’s lips the same way. They had been roommates once upon a time. Couldn’t be. She would have told me. Then again, it had been four years of marriage before I confessed I wanted femdom.

We were too drunk to go when people started saying those things you say when you want to know if the party has gone on too long, “Well, we should really get going…”

“Yea, it’s getting late but you’re in no condition to drive and no one’s won the game yet…”

So we kept playing. And drinking.

Suddenly I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I looked my wife straight in the eyes, “Are you gay, Terry?” The room was frozen.

But I couldn’t leave it alone. I harassed my loving wife more, right there in front of Lonnie and Frank, “Have your lips sucked pussy? Are you a carpet muncher? Am I enough for you?”

Theresa fought back tears.

Frank derailed my unwarranted attack, “Dan, you’re the one with the pink lacy whale tail sticking up out of your pants all night. What the hell’s that about?” I pushed my panties back down the back of my pants frantically.

Mistress T fingered the tiny key she wore like a charm on her bracelet. The key that was my cock’s freedom. “Go ahead Danniella. Tell ’em. Spill everything.”

My mouth opened though nothing came out. She’d never called me ‘Danniella’ before. This was brand new. And to premier it in front of other people was just too much.

Mistress mouthed one word silently: “Obey.”

I wanted to obey. I needed to obey. It fulfilled a need in me and energized my twisted lust. “We have a… at home… in the bedroom only… we have a femdom thing we do sometimes.” There! I’d said it.

Grinning, Frank tugged on the part of my panty that was still showing, “I don’t think it’s only at home. Is it?”

He was right. I’d only just realized it was no longer confined to the bedroom. I hung my head in shame while my dick tried with futility to get hard.

Lonnie was steaming and sneering, “How often is it, Danniella? It’s not just sometimes. It’s everyday isn’t it?”

Had Terry told her, or did she figure it out?

I weighed my words carefully and did a little math, admitting the truth, “It’s everyday.” All I could do was stare at the candle on the table to keep from making any eye contact. I was mortified. Yet freed. My secret was no longer oppressing me.

Lonnie kept pressing, “Just what does that mean, Danniella? What do you do in your bedroom? What was your plan for tonight when you got home?”

I looked from face to expectant face and told them the naked truth, “I was going to kneel on the floor while Mistress shoved a dildo down my throat.” I didn’t think to mention that we’d never done anything like that before. I failed to explain that we normally just ate pussy – and a little ass. All totally straight activities.