Pénalité

“Oh, my Father isn’t here today. He’s left me in charge…..so come with me. I want to discuss how you can improve your performance.”

FEMALE LED RELATIONSHIP

Thoughts ideas and expectations of living the FLR.

Let’s get the obvious ones

The days of you actually fucking pussy are over. If you’re lucky like I was she let me know that the last time was really the last time.

You will remain caged 24/7 with no expectation of release. Two minutes a week for hygiene purposes supervised of course.

You are no longer permitted to see her naked. No exceptions. She will tell you to leave the room so she can change. If you peek you will get punished.

You will have bruises on your ass at all times. They will never go away due to the constant spankings.

All household duties are to be carried out by you to her satisfaction .Women are above such menial tasks. Preparing and serving meals,washing dishes, basically cleaning anything is your responsibility inside and out.

She will always comment on someone she finds attractive. Insinuating she would have sex with them but never you.

You will be her “paypig”. Credit card payments,car insurance, gas, nail appointments, nights out with the girls anything she wants…you’re fronting the bill always with no questions asked.

You will never again experience a pair of fresh underwear as you will be wearing only her dirty panties over caged cock. At the same time there is always that nervous feeling that someone might catch a glimpse of that pink frilly thong riding up your ass.

Now to one of the most humiliating and embarrassing aspects of being caged is that you will learn to cum from prostate stimulation. It’s the only relief you get.

You will kneel before her everyday and beg to kiss her ass say thank you and what can I do to make your life better?

You will be constantly reminded of how worthless your dick is. She doesn’t need it and more importantly she doesn’t want it That’s why it’s locked up shriveling away to impotence. She wants your cock broken unable to get hard and shrunk down to a little nub 😁

@love-missl after a few weeks or moths denied...

A Mouthful for Nige

Hi guys,

Did you miss me? Of course you did!

An interesting and successful dinner with 'Nigel' this week. He was clearly thrilled to be with me. I could feel the power I had over him just by sitting there looking into his eyes across the table. He was all fingers and thumbs... and "Yes, Mistress, three bags full, Mistress". Notice I left out "No, Mistress".

Perhaps because of that, I didn't have too much difficulty convincing him to agree to try sodomy and fellatio with one of the other slaves for me. "For me" is the crucial part of that statement. Oh and actually just fellatio as we agreed his arse wasn't yet ready for a real d*ck yet. More strap-on action is needed by way of preparation!

I didn't go straight into it, of course. I led up to it with a very interesting conversation about his relationship with his wife and some discreet public play. Tbh, by the time I got onto the main topic, I could probably have ordered him to strip naked and dip his balls in tabasco sauce and he would have complied.

The thing with his wife is that she sounds quite assertive, but she won't do BDSM. I think he was obviously attracted to her because he felt she seemed like the Mistress of his imagination, but she just wasn't interested in any of that. On the other hand, she didn't object to him going elsewhere to satisfy his need.

I asked about their sex life and it sounded quite perfunctory, though he clearly adores her and she seems still to care for him. I asked if she slept with other guys, but Nige said he didn't know and he didn't want to know. If she did, she was very discreet and he was happy for her to get on with it.

As for play, I did all the usual tricks I do with p*sspot. I chose his food for him, then covered it in salt and pepper as I accidentally ordered something he liked! I had wine, but kept him on water and spat in it, then when he drank I made him raise his glass to me, smile and say "Cheers" before drinking it down.

One thing I did that I haven't tried with p*sspot was getting him to lick my boots under the table. I was a bit lucky there as, although the restaurant was quite bright, the table was against a wall and the tablecloths were quite long, so you would have had to get down below table level to see what he was really doing.

I had warned him at the outset that I would make him do it at one stage during the meal and told him that he'd know when. About mid-way through, I knocked some of his cherry tomatoes on the floor with a quick jab of my fork. "Look what you've done, clumsy!" I lied, so that everyone could hear, "You'd better get down and pick them up".

The people around us were smiling at him getting down on his hands and knees and crawling under the table, but they didn't see me squashing one of the tomatoes and raising my foot so he could discreetly lick it off my boot. His face looked a bit like a tomato when he surfaced, though some of that was just through bending down.

On the sodomy and fellatio things, I began by asking him what he'd thought of V's guys doing it at the last Multi-Domme session and he said it had been incredible, but he'd assumed they must be gay. I explained that the point was that they weren't, they were doing it for Mistress and I think that rocked his world a little bit.

I said I quite fancied having my slaves do it next session and asked him if he would be willing to do it for me. He froze for a second and I thought I'd crashed his systems, then he said, softly and apologetically: "I think I told Mistress V it was a hard limit for me, Mistress N".

"Yes, she told me", I continued, casually, "But I thought I'd check if that still applied. People's limits change and I thought you might like to impress me" I grinned. Of course he would like to impress me! Men are like little performing dogs. I could see his mind starting to crank up into first gear and decided to push a bit more.

"Of course, you don't have to. It's entirely up to you. A hard limit is a hard limit -" His chance to shine in my eyes swiftly disappearing, he leapt in to drag it back. "No, please, if it's something you really want...Perhaps I could think about it...Perhaps I could try..." Well, that's what I like to hear!

I smiled and squeezed his hand and told him he was a good boy. We then started to discuss the practicalities and it was during that part of the conversation I realised he probably needed more training before I let one of the other guys loose on his anal passage; but it was a start.

I decided we should toast his decision, so I made him fill both our glasses, took his and spat in it behind my hand; then we drank to him sucking a relative stranger's c*ck for me next time we have a Multi-Domme sesh. I know he only said he'd "try" but how can you fail to perform fellatio? If you're willing, you succeed (no pun intended).

The other thing that may have put a bit of pressure on him when we were talking was that he needed a wee and I was making him wait until we'd finished our business. He was wriggling in his seat quite frantically by the end and it wasn't helped by me having made him wear a pair of his wife's knickers under his trousers.

Don't worry, I made him ask her permission to wear them and tell her exactly why he was doing so; I wasn't encouraging him to secretly pilfer her underwear. By all accounts, she was briefly scandalised, then amused. I also made him promise to hand wash them before returning them.

Wetting himself in the restaurant would have been bad enough, but wetting himself in his spouse's panties would have taken some explaining when he got home. For that reason, I was tempted to make him do it, but as he'd been so co-operative, I relented and let him use the bathroom just before paying the bill.

I didn't charge him for a session, which saved him quite a bit of money. I told him he should use the money he'd saved to buy a present for his wife, which he promised to do. I reckon she must be getting curious about me. Maybe one day, we'll meet and have a nice long chat about Nige.

Good weekend, chaps! No w*nking, though, it's still Locktober.

N x

"See... made it here after all! And you said I had no sense of direction! I mean... I might have gone a bit of a scenic route but, we're here now."

"Oops! Had a little accident back there, huh? He he... OK, I guess it was a few minutes longer than I'd said. And I was wondering why you'd stopped complaining about needing to pee... well, now I know!"

"Ahh... feels good to stretch my legs. Hey! Come on, babe, coast's clear! You wanna get out quick before someone comes and sees you peed your pants." Emily announced loudly enough that if anyone was around, they'd have turned to look.

She was almost disappointed that it was such a quiet street. Still, she recognised several of her friends' cars, and as they were running late, albeit intentionally on her part, she'd have a few, highly appreciative witnesses soon enough.

oh and for the record, anyone who has issues with my feminist views is just irritated and hysterical and merely hasn’t been pegged hard enough by a real woman yet. just wanted to let you know 💋

Have you had sex with a woman in front of a locked boy? Or made a locked girl tease a locked boy?

Who hasn’t?

But seriously…who? I want to tell them what they’re missing.

Yeah, enjoying my sexuality and the sexuality of others before the hungry eyes of locked boys is sort of a guilty pleasure hobby of mine. It might even be a calling card.

It’s one thing to lock you up and make love to your girlfriend right there in front of you. That’s always fun, especially when you start hearing her make whimpers and squeaks and moans you’ve never heard her make before.

But imagine for a moment, going downtown to a cozy little club instead. You’re dressed to the nines in that shirt that makes your eyes catch the light. Your girl is wearing the little black dress with the golden hem you bought her for your anniversary. I’m wearing that perfume that forces you to inhale whenever you catch the scent. Imagine pushing past the crowd to the bar where we leave you. You watch from across the room as I take your girlfriend by the hand out to the dance floor. You’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much in her life as we dance and joke. She spins away when the horn section flares and melts into me when the bass walks. When we finally come back to the bar, out of breath and needing refreshment, you can’t ignore how her eyes keep finding mine, how my calf tends to brush against hers, how she blushes when I put my hand on her knee. You wish she did that for you, but your cock is content where it is, locked in a cool, smooth, steel cage.

On the ride back to the hotel I sit between you. She leans her head on my shoulder and I play with her hair. I slide my hand down and make lazy circles on the smooth skin of her inner thighs with my fingertips. She coos softly and it seems like her skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My free hand rests on your thigh, high and very close to that inescapable cage. You can’t help wonder what new things I will teach her about her body when we finally arrive at our room. You cross your fingers that you will be allowed to see it all and not be gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the bathroom like last time. Please, not that again.

“Let’s see I wanna find a really good spot”