Step 4 -- Two Interruptions
We settled into a routine, every weekend he would be naked at the foot of the bed, and I would collar him while he swore to serve and obey me. Sometimes he would go out with the guys and other times he and I would go out, but mostly we stayed home. It wasn't all kinky sex games, but no one wants to read about the two of us binging a Netflix series and talking about it.
Consistency is the key to any training, and I made sure that he was always collared and that when he was out and about as my Toy that he was caged and wearing panties. Almost anything repeated enough times becomes habit, normal, and so it seemed.
Unfortunately, he was too careful and didn't give me any reason to give him a spanking. I found myself wanting to find a reason, any reason really, to give him a thrashing, but I couldn't. It was all still too delicate. But, with every week that passed though I felt more and more confident. And in our sessions, he showed me more vulnerabilities.
I made sure to have him repeatedly do things that left him uncomfortable, feeling smaller, less manly. Interestingly in following his browser history I discovered he had started exploring the subjects I had hoped he would. Over the knee spanking, chastity, Female Led Relationships, and so forth. He never looked up feminization though, or cuckolding. I decided to help him out though and do some searches on his computer on those subjects for him.
I noticed that his behavior during the week, was changing. Even without the collar I found him deferring to me more and more often. I could have stopped there, our marriage was much better than it had been, but I wanted more, I wanted everything.
There were interruptions to our regular routine, two of them over those early months that were especially notable. The first began one Saturday morning. I was practicing tying up my Toy when the front bell rang. I should have looked out the window, but instead I rushed downstairs, and opening the front door I saw the enemy.
OK, that is much too melodramatic. But she was about as unwelcome a visitor as I could imagine.
"Evelyn, good to see you. Jack didn't say anything. Please come in, make yourself comfortable."
"Jessica," my mother-in-law said crisply as she strode into the room, shucking her coat and handing it to me, while leaving her suitcase sitting on the porch. "I told him a few weeks ago I would be in town. Real estate conference. Is he here?"
Putting her coat away in the hall closet, and then grabbing her suitcase, my mind raced. When a crisis hits there is always time for anger, recrimination, and such in the aftermath of the disaster, but in the breech you focus on the task at hand. I didn't like her, and she certainly didn't like me, especially since she found out I couldn't give her any grandkids, but perhaps because of our mutual dislike we were always extremely polite to each other.
"He is upstairs. Late night last night and this morning he got a bit tied up. There is a fresh pot of coffee and some rolls in the kitchen. He'll be right down." And with that I walked upstairs. I wanted to run, but running wouldn't help anything and it would show weakness in front of Evelyn.
Striding into the master bedroom and closing the door behind me I was almost shocked to see Toy tied to the chair, with rope I had bought for the purpose in several different colors, red, green, purple, and black -- he looked so colorful sitting there, cheerful even. I had read about Shibari, the Japanese art of rope bondage, and it sounded fun. In the end I found it more effort than it was worth overall, but that didn't change the fact that there Toy was, all wrapped up, but otherwise naked, with his mother in the kitchen one floor below.
Grabbing the safety sheers I attacked the ropes, while informing him. "Your mother is downstairs. She is in town for a conference. She brought a suitcase. Is she staying the night?"
The fear and shame that passed over his face would have been delightful in any other circumstance. "She called me a few weeks ago ... oh my god I forgot to ask you about it. I am so sorry."
"Not now. There will be time for sorry later. Get dressed." And then I started for the door, but suddenly I had an idea, and quickly stepped over to the box of items I had purchased long ago in the walk-in closet. I had planned on using some of them on him this weekend, and despite the interruption I still planned on using at least one of them. I grabbed the anal plug and tube of lube out of the box.
