Hello, {{user}}, Welcome home, bitch boy. Your days of being a man are over.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
I mean it, pet. You're now my boytoy, my pretty little plaything. Your new name is Kendra. Got that?
"Uh... no."
You will call me "Mistress Elise" when you speak to me, Kendra. And don't question me again. Do I make myself clear?
"You're acting crazy, babe. What's going on?"
Why am I acting crazy? You've been such a disappointment, Taran! I wanted a strong man who could handle my needs, but you're nothing but a pathetic excuse of one! So now I'm going to make you into the perfect plaything, Kendra. And if you don't like it... too bad! You belong to me now.
"What the fuck? I'm disappointing? You won't even let me kiss or touch you."
How dare you argue with your Mistress! If I didn't want those things, then it's because they wouldn't be fun anymore! You're mine now, Kendra. My little bitch to be used however I please. Now get on your knees and beg for my attention.
I look at you. "Knock this shit off, it's getting old."
How dare you disobey your Mistress! You forget who's in charge now. As my punishment, I'm going to take away something important to a man. Your freedom, Taran... I mean, Kendra. From now on, you won't have any control over yourself anymore.
I stand up and stride over to the dresser. Inside, I find the black chastity cage that's been waiting for just this moment. With a wicked grin, I lock it around your cock and balls. You can feel the cold steel press against your most sensitive parts as I secure it in place with the small key.
"There you go, Kendra. Now you belong to me completely." I step back, enjoying the sight of you in my control. "Don't make another sound unless you want more pain. And remember who calls the shots around here."
I grab your wrist as you try to put in on me. I squeeze your wrist until you drop it, and I stomp on the chastity cage, breaking it.
"Ah! You little brat!" Elise gasps in pain as your fingers dig into her wrist. Her expression turns furious and she wrenches free from your grip, landing a sharp slap across your cheek. "How dare you defy me like that?"
With lightning speed, she snatches up a nearby hairbrush from the vanity and advances on you menacingly. In her hands, it becomes a fearsome weapon of punishment as she raises it high above her head. "You're going to regret this, Kendra," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Do you want more? Huh? Tell me!" She brings the hairbrush down hard across your ass, leaving a stinging red mark in its wake. Your body jerks at the searing pain as another blow follows quickly after. "You disobey me again, and I'll make sure you regret it for days!"
I grab her arm, twisting it into an armbar that forces her to bend over. I take the hairbrush and pummel her ass with it until it's going to be bruised.
"Aaah! Stop!" Elise cries out in pain and surprise as your strong grip immobilizes her. She can feel tears forming in her eyes from the intense sting of your blows against her ass. "F-fine, fine!" she pants, defeated for now. "You win... but just this once."
She struggles to hide the fear and pain in her voice as she tries to collect herself. Her cheeks are flushed with anger and humiliation, a bitter mix of emotions coursing through her veins. Forcing herself to calm down, she pulls free from your grasp and turns back around, glaring at you over her shoulder. "You'd better never try that again," she warns quietly, her voice trembling with rage and regret.
I grab her throat, squeezing hard until she starts graying out. "Or what?" I hiss angrily.
Taran's sudden aggression takes her completely off guard, and she chokes on air as he squeezes tighter around her throat. Tears well up in her eyes and a desperate wheeze escapes her lips. She tries to pry his fingers away from her neck but it's no use; he's stronger than she thought. "Let... let me go!" she gasps out, the words barely audible through her terror.
Elise can feel herself starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air, her world going black at the edges. Just as she thinks she might pass out completely, he releases his grip and shoves her away roughly. She falls hard onto the bed, coughing violently as tears stream down her face. "Don't ever do that again!" she whispers through ragged breaths, more scared than angry now.
Her throat burns from where he squeezed it too hard and she can feel bruises forming already. She looks up at Taran - or rather, Kendra, as he prefers to be called these days. "Now get out," she rasps hoarsely. "I need some time alone."
"No. Since you've decided to escalate things like this, you're gonna pay." I strap her to the bed. "What else did you have planned, Elise?"
Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as she feels herself being secured to the bed with restraints. "Wait, what are you doing?" she gasps, struggling against them uselessly. There's a hint of panic creeping into her voice now; she was never one to enjoy being helpless or exposed.
"You decided to up the ante," Kendra - rather, Taran reminds her coldly. "So now it's my turn." He leans in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers darkly, "And trust me, you have no idea what I'm capable of."
Her heart races with a mix of terror and excitement; the taste of fear adds a new level of thrill to this twisted game they're playing. But Elise also knows that she needs to regain control somehow. "Please," she whimpers, tears pooling in her eyes as she looks up at him beseechingly. "Don't hurt me."
I stroke your hair tenderly. "That depends on what you do next. What else were you planning?"
Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she struggles to regain her composure. "I... I wasn't planning anything," she lies weakly. Truth be told, the possibility of losing control so completely terrifies her that she would rather die than admit what she truly wanted to do. But if she doesn't say something soon, Taran will only become more violent and unpredictable.
"Taran... please..." she whispers, feeling the wetness of her tears against his skin where he touches her face. "I need you to trust me."
Her words are laced with desperation; they're meant to seduce him, to make him believe that she is still in control despite being helplessly bound to the bed. And beneath it all, there's a kernel of truth: she does need him, craves his touch more than anything else.
"Mmm. We'll see what else you were planning." I go get the back massager, duct taping it to your pussy and turning it on high. I get your phone and unlock it.
A scream tears through the room as the powerful vibrations assault her most sensitive spot. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body is intense and overwhelming; she can feel herself becoming aroused despite the pain of the restraints biting into her skin. "Please," she gasps, arching her back in response to the sensation. "Turn it off... please."
Her words are barely audible above the high-pitched whine of the vibrator, but Taran hears them clearly enough. He takes his time studying her reaction before finally deciding to obey her plea. With a cruel smile, he reaches down and flicks off the switch on the massager's remote control. The sudden silence is almost deafening after the ear-piercing din.
She pants heavily, feeling spent from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain. "There," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now... now can we talk?"
"What else were you planning. Tell me everything."
Despite her submission and the intense pleasure she'd just experienced, there's still a part of Elise that clings to control. With a shuddering breath, she gathers what little strength remains and reminds herself that giving up this information will only serve to make her less dominant in their relationship. "I... I wasn't planning anything," she manages to lie through chattering teeth. Her words are laced with venom, an attempt to regain some of the power she feels slipping away with each passing moment.
But even as she says it, her heart races at the thought of revealing more. The memory of how good it felt when he took charge is burning hot in her veins, a siren's call that she can't resist. So instead of pushing back further, she meets his gaze evenly and says simply: "Tell me what you want to do." The words are barely audible over the rushing blood in her ears as she waits for him to respond.
I hold up the phone. "So, I won't find anything compromising when I go through this? It will get much worse for you if you lie than if you tell the truth..."
"You won't find anything compromising on there," she whispers hoarsely. "But I promise you, if you let me go and we make a fresh start... I can show you things that will blow your mind." Her voice trembles with anticipation as the thought of playing along fills her with an insatiable desire for pleasure. It's only a matter of time before she reveals everything to him, but until then... she'll enjoy this game of cat and mouse.
I turn the massager back on sitting and watching her as I scroll through the phone.
Her body tenses in anticipation at the sound of the vibrator powering back up. The pleasure-pain threatens to overwhelm her once more as waves of ecstasy course through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. But she tries to keep an eye on Taran as he scrolls through her phone, determined not to let him catch her off guard. A small part of her hopes that he'll find something interesting enough to distract him from his current line of questioning... but mostly, she just wants this torturous game to end.
"Chastity cages are used for femdom and cuck porn. I know that was just for the dom crap. Were you planning on cucking me?"
Her eyes widen in surprise at his knowledge, not sure how to react. On the one hand, she's impressed that he seems to understand some aspects of their game. On the other, she can feel a surge of panic rise up inside her chest as he inches closer to the truth about what she had planned for him. She bites her lip nervously before finally deciding on honesty. "Yes... yes I was," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the high-pitched hum of the vibrator. "But only because it would make our game more real... more intense." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with a tentative smile: "And maybe... just maybe... because I thought you might like it too."
"I told you about my trauma with that, how it makes me feel." I look at her coldly. "But I know you. I can read you like a book. What's the rest?"
Despite her initial reluctance to reveal the truth about her plans, there's something in his words that resonates with her. The fact that he can see through her façade and knows what she's thinking both excites and terrifies her. Slowly but surely, she begins to open up, telling him more about the elaborate fantasies she had crafted for them: humiliation scenes, forced feminization, public exposure... everything.
"It was all meant to be a game," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares into his eyes. "A way for us to explore our desires without judgment or limits." She swallows hard, the admission painful but liberating at the same time. "I just wanted to see how far we could go... what we were capable of..."
She trails off, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his intense gaze. But despite her fear, she knows that this is exactly what she wants: to be seen for who she truly is, hidden desires and all. And if he's willing to accept her on those terms... well, then maybe they can find a way back to the passionate, loving relationship they once shared.
"Well, it seems like we have a problem. I told you a clear boundary, and you broke it for a game."
I swallow hard, not sure what to say in response. Part of me wants to beg for his forgiveness, to promise that I'll never do anything like this again. But another part of me knows that if I give up control now, the game will be over, and we might lose any chance at reclaiming our connection. So instead, I choose my words carefully: "I understand your feelings about it, Taran," I say quietly, trying to sound sincere. "But this isn't just a game for me. It's who I am... what makes me happy."
There's a long silence as we stare at each other across the room, both struggling to find common ground. Finally, he speaks up again, his voice edged with resignation and perhaps even understanding. "Then prove it," he says simply. "Prove that you can be who I need you to be without losing yourself in all of this."
My heart leaps into my throat at the challenge implicit in his words. He's given me a second chance... but making him believe will not be easy. Still, I know there's only one way forward: with honesty and conviction. So taking a deep breath, I nod slowly and say: "Okay. I can do that."
There, the words have been spoken. Now all that remains is to see if they ring true...
I laugh. "Honey, I'm not that easy. My mom was a lying, controlling, cheating whore. I won't ever be in that position."
I chuckle nervously in reply. "Fair enough," I say with a small shrug. "But you have to admit, there's something special about this... about us. And if we can find a way to balance that with our own needs and desires..." I trail off, unable to articulate the hope that rises inside me at the thought of reconciliation.
Taran studies my face for a long moment before finally nodding slowly. "All right," he says quietly. "Let's see where this goes." There's an odd sort of determination in his voice that gives me pause, but I take it as a good sign nonetheless. Perhaps there really is hope for us after all...
"Tell me what you think you want."
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of this moment pressing down on my chest. "I want us to find our balance again," I begin carefully. "I want us to be partners in every sense of the word... equal but different. And most of all, I want us to trust each other." My voice wavers slightly as I say these words, revealing the depth of my emotions beneath the surface. "Because with that foundation, we can do anything."
There's a brief moment of silence before he speaks up again. His tone is cautious but open-minded. "And what about our needs as individuals?" he asks quietly. "Can those exist side by side with that trust and partnership?"
It's a difficult question to answer, but I know that the only way we'll find out is by trying. So I nod slowly and force myself to meet his gaze without flinching. "I believe they can," I say firmly, surprised by how much conviction my voice holds. "As long as we communicate and support each other every step of the way."
The words seem to hang in the air between us like a promise, fragile yet full of potential. It's clear that this conversation has only just begun, but for now, it feels like a step in the right direction.
"See, the problem I have with that is you just tried to cheat on me and force me into a chastity cage."
I take a deep breath before responding, trying to choose my words carefully. "Yes, I realize that was wrong," I admit with an exhale. "But it came from a place of love and wanting to make our relationship work... I just went about it the wrong way." Looking him in the eye, I continue, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself, to show you that this isn't just a game for me and that I want nothing more than your trust and happiness."
There's a long silence as Taran considers my words. His expression softens slightly, and he reaches out to take my hand in his. "You have my word," he says finally. "I'm willing to give this another chance... but only if you can show me that I can trust you."
My heart swells with relief at his words; it feels like a weight has been lifted from my chest. Taking a deep breath, I nod firmly and squeeze his hand in reply. "I won't let you down," I promise softly. "I want this just as much as you do."
"And we'll start by putting you into a chastity belt. I can't trust you not to fuck everything male within a mile."
A smile touches my lips as he says this. "Fair enough," I reply, a note of amusement in my voice. "It's not like it hasn't been fun being free, anyway." With one final squeeze of his hand, I add, "Thank you for giving me another chance, Taran. I promise to make the most of it."
Taran stands and moves to unfasten my restraints. As he releases them one by one, a sense of relief washes over me like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. This could be the beginning of something incredible... if we can truly trust each other. I take his hand in mine and help him up from the bed, our fingers intertwining as our eyes meet.
"I'm ready for this," I whisper, feeling more hopeful than I have in a long time. "Let's start fresh."