Well, I must say, I have really come to enjoy my new relationship with Jason. I now realize that every woman can have power over her man--she just has to have the confidence to seize it. I now understand that you can get them to do anything you want if you control their dick-for-brains.
I have also come to really enjoy our pegging sessions. The psychological feeling is like nothing else. And I am now a proud cigar aficionada, having found that, not only do I love the taste, but I love everything about them. The feeling of power. The stares from people. The bulges I can create on almost any man.
Jason has adapted well to his new status as my slave. He services me when I want it, he performs his household duties well, and he accepts chastisement when it is required. He has even come to accept his little chastity device and the fact that he may only come when he earns the privilege.
The one thing for which he wasn't ready was that I did not plan to pretend that I was that sweet girl who I had been. I have embraced the new me and I won't hide it from anyone. It would be humiliating for him. But he would like it.
I had always liked Jason's mother, Anne. Since her widowhood, she had looked to Jason and his sister Marilyn for support. We usually entertained her or took her out twice a month. About two weeks after Jason's submission to me, I decided to call Anne and Marilyn to have them over for a barbecue, along with Marilyn's husband Jeff, and her 18-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, Lillie.
When I let Jason know about the barbecue, a look of abject fear crept into his eyes. He was kneeling before me, naked except for his cock cage, and he looked at me and said, "You're not seriously going to ..."
That earned him the slap that he deserved.
"No, my slave, I'm not going to fuck you in front of your family, although that would be an interesting scenario."
"Thank you Mistress."
"But, on the other hand, they will get a little glimpse of the new me. But don't be too alarmed. There are some things that are best kept between a mistress and her slave."
. . .
That Saturday, Jason made sure that the house was spotless and brought out the food that he would be cooking, ribeye steaks, grilled veggies, and a few hot dogs. He had already made the desserts while I had my morning cigar on the patio, so we were set to go. Unfortunately, we got a call That Anne was under the weather and would not be joining us. She informed us, though that she didn't want us to change our plans.
When the guests arrived, we exchanged warm greetings and went outside to sit by the pool. Jason came out last, having donned an apron.
"Drinks anyone? We have a full bar, several good wines, and some craft beers."
He took the orders, and went to fetch the drinks, returning a few minutes later with a platter of drinks.
"You don't have to get us our drinks, Jason. We have our own feet." It was Marilyn.
"Jason enjoys serving," I replied. "Right dear?" Everyone laughed.
"Why don't you bring out the humidor, dear?"
Jason's face had a bit of panic, but he complied.
"Yes Ma'am," he replied, as if in jest.
Having brought out the humidor, Jason offered one of the Fuentes to Jeff. Anne had always disapproved of smoking, particularly cigars, so I was kind of glad she wasn't here. I would have to wait for another time to work on her.
