Lying flat on the tawny leather sofa in our Paris apartment. Head propped on brick-red wild silk cushion. Long legs stretched straight, black slim jeans clinging tight. Arms crossed over eyes, blocking the city hum outside. Thinking. He’s begged for my full waxing too long. Puppy eyes. Promises everything. My pleasure only.
I don’t need it. I have the Game. Capital G. Firm ‘Now’ and he’s my slave. Cock locked in plastic cage. Key between my tits. Symbol of my reign. His beaten-dog stare at dinner? In metros? Pure thrill. Game ends when I free him. Twelve hours. A day. Explosive release.
The Mutation
Twenty years married. Revived our fire. I ride waves of pleasure. His tongue drives me wild. Then I mount, pound his freed cock like I’m the penetrator. He erupts. I scream ecstasy.
He craves submission. Constant ache in cage. Frustration builds. Bomb blasts on my command.
But who really leads? He provokes. I cave. Time to flip it. Waxing? He’ll pay. Cage till pubes regrow. A month. Or martinet his ass raw.
Idea hits. Brilliant. Half-hour on sofa, plotting. ‘He’ll regret.’
Two weeks tease. Saturday November dawn. Lock eyes. ‘Now.’ Breakfast. Then: ‘Accompany me to Institut Jasmine.’ Zen Asian storefront. Waiting room hell. I emerge defiant. Grab collar. Deep kiss. ‘Obey. I suffered for you. Go to her.’
Tiny room. Chubby Asian in pink smock, bare legs, tongs. ‘Undress. Lie back.’ No towel. Naked. Buzzing trimmer. Lotion gloved hands. Hot wax rips. Agony screams silent. Scrotum fire. Cream barely soothes.
She leaves. I enter. Ignore his pain. Slick cream lubes. Cage snaps on easy. Docile cock. No fight. Dress. Out. I drive home fast. City blurs.
Sofa again. Him standing. ‘My way now.’ Eyes lock. He drops gaze. Rules pour. New metal cage. Secret number base. Penalties list: ‘But’ two hours. ‘No’ two. No ‘Princess’? One. Begging? Six.
Barème sheet. Insolence eyes: one hour. Walk ahead: two. Gags to offset: nipple clamps ten mins per hour. Clothes pins. Martinet quarter-hour per lash. Max three hours daily.
The Exploit
Bath scrub. Grocery critique. Veal too big. ‘Diet!’ Bedroom. Strip. Cuffs wrists to bed bar. Ankles up, knees to chest. Gynae pose. Bald cock, balls, ass exposed. First time.
Inspect. Wax remnants scratched. Spanks escalate. Red handprints. Kisses soothe. Tongue teases gland. Frustrates.
Dark room. Strip. No view. ‘But’? Penalties stack. Fingers my smooth pussy. Orgasms solo. Waves crash.
Clothes pins nipples. Fake exit. Hour blind agony. New steel cage. Blindfold. Pee beg denied. Spray cold shocks. Shrinks. Locks tight. Heavy. Prison.
Kisses torture. Nipples raw. Cock bulges bars. Pussy smothers face. Tongue deep. I grind. Pinch tits. Explode seventh heaven.
He bucks. Near suffocate. Power surges. No end date. My rules.
The city pulses outside. Adrenaline spikes. I dress. Skirt no panties. Smooth air tease. Drag him out. Metro rush. Key dangles cleavage. His eyes beg. Public thrill. Dinner. Play key mid-meal. Waiter glances. Cage tugs. He squirms.
Home. More teases. Days blur. Penalties pile. Orgasms mine. Finally, week end. Unlock. Ride savage. He floods. I conquer.
Dawn. Back to lawyer life. Court battles. But secret burns. Stronger. Untouchable. They see poised pro. I know the beast.