I shaved and took a long, warm shower. I winced as the warm water hit my red butt, but after the first pain, the water was therapy for sore muscles. My comfort soon ended, and you impatiently opened the door and yelled, "Get ready. We have a busy morning!"
I wrapped myself in the soft towel and enjoyed the moment of luxury. I applied your favorite deodorant and perfume and exited the bathroom to find my clothes. You handed me some feminine, white, full-cut panties and warned me that any spots would add to the punishment in the evening. Apart from my cage and the feminine underwear, I wore regular clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt, showing off my broad shoulders and muscular arms. Unfortunately, my appearance did not match the underwear.
I had my breakfast and a coffee in silence. What you told me was scary. I had never used safe words, but now I considered it a likely option. What you had lined out for me seemed more than I could handle. One thing was to be outed in a foreign city or where it was unlikely to be recognized, but this was in my hometown, and our friends and some of my colleagues would know. It seemed impossible to keep the events within the wine club, and these were activities that not everyone appreciated.
But I was also curious; you had mentioned that it could be an exciting reward - if I accepted my fate. You had challenged me before but always had everything planned carefully in a way that protected our privacy. You always proved to be trustworthy. It was scary - and yet I was excited. How would the girls split as dominants and submissives? And who would switch between the roles? What about Kate? I guessed she was either a dominant or a switch. She was a leader, never afraid of speaking up, and her style was far from innocent and shy. I was not the only one in the office who had lost concentration when she turned up at work in tight leather pants.
But curiosity could not cure my fear. And I started to think about the consequences if something went wrong -- a story like this in the hands of people not on my side; I didn't even dare to think about it. You saw that you had scared me -- and sat down next to me and stared me deep in the eyes.
"You know that I love and respect you. Your punishment is the toughest any of us has gone through, but it should not change our existence, and life should go on as normal, regardless of what is happening tonight. I can guarantee it is safe -- but you will probably feel more humiliated than ever. If it is too much, you should use your safe word, which would be perfectly okay." you said sincerely.
"You can pull out anytime -- but think about this before the girls arrive. When they arrive, you will be exposed unless you pull out. But now we must get moving if you want to be ready for the party. If you are late, it will give you a lower score -- and the scorecards will affect your final punishment." You said with a teasing smile.
I relaxed and felt more convinced that this could be okay, and fear was starting to be replaced by lust. You had done nothing to hide your beauty with skin-tight jeans and a feminine white top, leaving the lacy bra partly visible. You looked fantastic with a confident attitude. The sight stirred a reaction in my cock -- but to no help -- as it was still tightly confined in the cage.
At the end of our shopping round, you pushed me into a shop with a rich selection of erotic party costumes. You knew what you were looking for, and soon after, I had to buy my house cleaner outfit for the evening. It seemed as short as the one I had been wearing in the morning and not designed to give me more dignity. I tried to object, but you would have no discussions around this.
On the way home, I once more tried to object to the outfit. But you would not listen. I drove in silence until we were almost home - before I voiced my concern about the costume once more.
"STOP!" you said in a stern voice. "I am not giving in to your whining - but I will not force you to wear your new outfit. But I am not sure you will like the alternative better because you will wear nothing but your cage!".
I was shocked and beyond words -- how could you do this? What were you thinking? Did you want me to use the safe word?
As soon as we had emptied the car, you continued in a commanding voice. "This is the time for you to be naked -- and stay naked for the rest of the evening!"
I knew that this was not up for discussion, so I started to undress. And while I did that, you gave me a list of things I had to prepare before the party. I should lay the table; I should prepare the lasagna with salad and garlic bread as you want. My time was limited, and I worked as fast as possible, knowing that the kitchen should be spotless when the guests arrived. You checked my white feminine underwear and announced that the few spots already had earned me five additional strokes in extra punishment.
You went to fill the tub and get yourself ready for the evening. I had just finished the lasagna and was waiting for the oven to heat up, when you called for me. "John, I would like a glass of champagne -- please bring me at once! You can have one yourself as well, if you want".
I opened a bottle and hurried to the bathroom with a cooler and two glasses. You looked happy and relaxed as the warm foamy water caressed your body. Your tits appeared invitingly covered with foam as you took the glass filled with bubbles, and I felt my cock pushing against the cage as I proposed a toast. I excused myself and dragged myself back to the kitchen knowing that I had a lot of work to do before the guests arrived.
With just thirty minutes left before the guest would arrive, I was finished laying the table, cleaning the kitchen, and looking over everything to ensure that I had not missed anything. I realized that my hands were shaking with anxiety. Now, it was time to make the big decision. Either I had to trust you and serve the party in only my cock cage, or I would have to use the safe word.
The sound of your heels announced that you were ready for the party, but your appearance was not something I in my wildest dreams had expected. The tight red leather catsuit was not doing anything to hide your wonderful body. The shiny black shoes with five-inch stilettos were not making your outfit more discreet. I was speechless and my beginning erection was efficiently restricted by my cage and reminded me of my position.
In one hand you had a small horse-whip - and you pointed it at me and with a flirting smile you said: "I am so proud of you for trusting me and accepting the punishment I have planned for you. It will be humiliating, but you will not regret it!"
You toyed with my cage and told me how much you looked forward to my release and to feel me inside you, after my punishment was completed.
