Serving Lelia

I got home just after five I opened the door and knelt on the ground waiting for my wife Lelia. She exited our home office a moment later, and like every time I saw her, she took my breath away. Every inch of her, and I truly couldn't  believe that I was married to this woman. And she walked up to me and stopped in front of me. I leaned down and kissed her bare feet. She looked down at me for a moment, and then pulled me to my feet. She kissed me and said to me  "I love you puppy, and remember... you'll be mine forever."

I smiled. "I love you too, Miss. More than anything"

She regarded me for a moment. "I want you naked so I can see your cute little cage jiggling. And bring me your collar."

I stripped, leaving only the steel chastity cage. Lelia giggled. "It's so cute! I love knowing that your pretty little peepee is locked up and denied for me all day, even at work."

I took my clothes to the laundry room and grabbed my collar. Coming back to the entryway, I handed it to Lelia--I wasn't allowed to put it on or take it off--and I got back on my knees so she could put it around my neck.

"There you go--all safe and collared, so you'll always find your way back to me if you get lost"

"Thank you for collaring me Miss," I said dutifully.

"Now grab me a glass of water and start making dinner. I'm getting hungry. And I'm looking forward to hearing all about your day!" She said

I gave her the water she requested. "Here you go Lel-Miss" She clicked her tongue at me.

"That's not how I taught you to address me, is it? It should always be 'Miss' or 'Miss Lelia.' It's very important to help you remember your place. Now go put another tally on the spanking board."

The spanking board. Every Friday, Lelia spanked me hard for the various minor infractions I made during the week. She claimed it was just to help me remember my place, but I was sure she enjoyed it from the way she laughed and cheered as she hurt me, and the fact that she always added a few extra hits for something like "having a small dick" or "breathing too loudly." And because she was always turned on afterwards, making me eat her out right afterwards almost every time. The beatings hurt like hell of course, and I didn't  enjoy the pain, but I was  glad to have them. I did need to learn how to serve Lelia better, and to unlearn the performative masculinity I had been taught all my life. And no matter how much it hurt, I loved that it turned Lelia on so much. The pleasure she got from orgasming to the thought of my pain was worth it. But my favorite part was after Lelia came, when she let me cry into her arms while she soothed me and told me she loved me. I never felt more secure than I did then.

With the spanking board marked, I turned my attention to dinner. I put on an apron to avoid any burns, but which left my ass exposed for Lelia to ogle. She sat at the table, reading while I worked, occasionally looking up at me and smiling. I stole a few glances at her too--she was so beautiful--until she noticed me.

"Get back to cooking puppy. If you're a good boy maybe I'll put some boots on later and really tease you, but until then I don't want you ogling me. Focus on the food. And shake your ass for me a little, I like it when you do that." I complied, of course, and returned to making chicken. When the food was done, I made plates for each of us. I handed the first to Lelia, then stood with my own until she told me I could sit. She had decided some time ago that "puppies don't belong on the furniture without permission," so now when I was with her at home I had to wait to use chairs or the couch. Every once in a while she made me eat dinner while sitting on the floor.Wwe ate and talked about our days. "Miss Elise is coming over this Saturday." Lelia told me.

Elise is one of Lelia's oldest friends, and one of the only ones who knew about the nature of our relationship. Was always fun when she came over.

When we'd finished eating, Lelia got up and told me "Good boy, puppy. Now clean up the dinner and meet me upstairs when you're done." I did so hurriedly, excited for whatever Lelia had planned.

The cleanup just took 15 minutes and I soon joined Lelia in our upstairs bedroom.

As she had promised earlier, she was wearing boots, a pair of black thigh-highs. I fell to my knees again. One of Lelia's many rules was that whenever she wore boots or heels in the house, I had to be on the floor until she gave me permission otherwise.

"Kiss my boots, puppy," she told me. I obeyed, laying kiss after kiss after kiss on them. "Now puppy I want you to hump them like the little dog that you are. Rub your cage on them...try to get hard...try to cum..." Staying on the ground, I grinded against Lelia's boots, changing the angle repeatedly to try to get some friction. I had no luck. No matter what I tried, no matter how hard my cock pushed against its cage, I couldn't get off.

"Looks like your silly little cock is leaking again," Lelia cooed. "Lick it up, I don't want your precum on my boots. Good puppies always clean up their mess." I swallowed the sticky, salty fluid that had dripped onto her right boot. I was about to go back to humping, but Lelia climbed onto the bed instead, spreading her legs and pulling down her pants.

"Lick," she ordered, and I did. I soon lost track of how long I had been eating Lelia out, and then I lost track of how many orgasms she'd had--at least half a dozen. All while I ached and leaked in my little cage. Finally, she pushed my head away.

"Thank you puppy...you're amazing. Let's get ready for bed now. But first mark off another day in chastity. How long has it been now since you've come?"

"34 days, Miss Lelia," I replied.

"Wow, 34 already? It really doesn't feel like it's been that long. And who knows when I'll let you out again? It could be tomorrow...or it could be in a year...I guess you'll just have to wait and see"

Hope you guys enjoyed the story! Let me know if you guys have any feedback, and if people enjoyed it, I'll write a part 2!