This all started because of my lack of self control...I have been caught a few times by my fiancé at my most intimate times with myself, which has made her feel a slight loss of trust for me, and shifted our forms of intimacy. I know these things because they were revealed in more detail during our couples therapy sessions we have recently been having. The first few times she caught me masturbating she wasn't exactly upset, but definitely let me know she didn't like me doing it in secrecy. My fiancé and I have vastly different libidos, mine being much higher than hers, and I had often felt discouraged when I try to initiate sex and she would respond telling me she isn't in the mood. I thought masturbating would be a good way to buffer the time in between the sex for us...but I'm forgetful and got caught way too easily. I didn't want her to feel hurt, but now I know she sees this in the same category as cheating, but definitely not even close to what it would be to actually cheat. It was during one of our couples session, our therapist suggested we look into different forms of intimacy, not just sex, to see if this could offer some positive change in this department. It's here the story really begins.
My fiancé is not exactly the spontaneous type when it comes to sex or kinks in general. I bought us a sex pillow a while ago, and even that was a drastic shift for her, and eventually our sex-life as a whole. My fiancé is about 5'4" dark hair with a slim fit body, amazing supple breasts, and an even better bubble butt. I wouldn't exactly say our sex-life before was "vanilla," however it would take a bit of convincing to even try new positions. I would make my jokes every once in a while about trying kinkier stuff in the bedroom, however she would typically just laugh it off and assume I was just joking. In truth, maybe I was saying it with a sarcastic tone just to test the waters and see her reactions. But now things are different...very different.
My thoughts turn back to the days where we weren't so adventurous, as she uses my face as a footrest while she watches TikToks on my gaming chair. I love the way her feet smell and taste after she goes on one of her long walks on the treadmill. I floated the idea to her about trying femdom stuff a couple of weeks ago and she was pretty hesitant at first. This has always been a secret kink of mine, but one day I felt confident enough and decided to let her know this is something I wanted to try. She thought I was joking, per usual, but this time I repeated myself more firmly looking into her beautiful green eyes. She expressed she has never heard of this kink before, so I explained to her that it would involve me forgoing power within the bedroom and allowing for her to set the rules for sex and all that comes with it (no pun intended). Like I said before, my fiancé and I have vastly different libidos, and this could be a way to sort of even the playing field. After downloading some guidebooks for her onto her Kindle, she eventually came back to me and said she was excited to try this kink out for real...just slowly.
She asked me about several topics she had read in her book, such as findom, orgasm denial, massages, etc, and asked which of the areas I would like to try out the most. I didn't feel quite comfortable telling her about the more kinkier fantasies I've had relating to femdom, so I expressed I would love to worship her body, including her feet, as well as some orgasm denial. From that point about three days out of the week she would rest her feet on my face after a long walk, then make me clean off the sweat when she wanted to stop before taking a shower. Four days out of the week she would make me give her a long full-body massage, that could sometimes even last two whole hours. She made sure to have me spend extra time on her feet or her butt since she knew I loved it, and it would turn me on. Sometimes she would let me masturbate after these footrest or massage sessions, sometimes we would have sex, and sometimes she would ask me to eat her out. In the back of my mind during these times, however, I secretly hoped she would deny me the release, and just force me to stay frustrated.
Another aspect of the femdom stuff she enjoyed were the tasks. She would love to make me clean the whole house on the weekend, make the bed every day, do her laundry, and sometimes make the dinners we ate together. She'd tell me "I love the help with the tasks," and it would feel good to hear the validation from her. Sometimes she would help me out and tell me she felt bad having me do most of the chores on my own, to which I would tell her she did not need to feel this way since this was her femdom request. In truth, I loved being told what to do, and loved hearing her tell me to do things in her confident voice.
As we continued to explore the femdom world together, and my fantasies grew, I created a note on my phone of all of the fantasies I had relating to the subject. I wasn't sure if I would actually enjoy some of them in practice, however in the moments of writing them down, they seemed like a good idea. We are both in our mid 20's, so there is a lot of time to test things out. On my list I had things like: chastity, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, cunnilingus, ass worship, feet worship, and watersports. Typically, other than sexually, I am the more dominant one in the house, which has always been something she enjoyed. The idea of giving up some of that power in our sex-life made me so unbelievably horny...I knew she just needed time to adjust to this new lifestyle.
The days she wouldn't feel in the mood to do anything sexual after the tasks would eventually be my downfall. I couldn't help myself and would find a way to sneak in masturbation to help alleviate some of the pent-up sexual frustration I would feel. I'd search things up on reddit that related to my femdom fantasies, mostly captions-based, and typically always chastity related. She caught me masturbating again, but she wasn't too mad. I thought she was sleeping for night when I went into the bathroom to masturbate, and stupidly left the door slightly cracked to avoid waking her with closing the door fully. She happened to be at the right angle as she got up to get some water and walk by the bathroom, seeing me sitting on the toilet, phone in one hand, cock in the other. She opened the door and asked me what I was doing...to which I knew no lie was going to explain the obvious sight she had witnessed. I thought she was going to explode, however she told me she wanted to take a break from some of the femdom stuff, but not the massages or the chores. I apologized profusely for breaking some of her trust, which she said she forgave me, however I felt there was something she was thinking behind those beautiful green eyes.
After a few days we got back into the swing of things, and it was almost as if I had never been caught in the first place. The one thing that did change, however, was the confidence in her tone when telling me to do things. When we first started, she would start off requests by saying "can you..." or "please...," but now she would say "you are going to..." or "do..." This turned me on even more. She wouldn't allow for me to masturbate as frequently in front of her, nor would she give me any hand jobs during this period. She also requested I eat her out more, and it would be random and less frequent we would have full on sex. This made the sneaking around to masturbate behind her back even worse...I felt like I couldn't stop myself, she just turned me on so much.
As you could probably guess, she caught me masturbating again, and was the final straw. This time she was definitely more upset, and grabbed my phone from my hand before I could close out the reddit app. This time was similar to the first...I stupidly left the door cracked, but this time before seeing me, she was able to hear my breathing heavier. When she looked at my phone, she could see the caption on the image I was looking at, which was of course chastity related, and depicted the girl in the image in sexy lingerie giving options for how to get out of the cage with more extreme kinkier tasks. Of course, I had also just recently written in the notes app that I was curious about CBT, which she happened to see as well, since I forgot to close out the app. She tossed my phone back at me and said in a more aggressive tone "looks like I am going to have to change things up a little around here since you don't seem to have any self-control." Before I could even get a word out to say sorry, she was already walking out of the bathroom door. I pulled my underwear up, and walked after her, trying to apologize, however she responded "don't worry, you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight and it'll give me plenty of alone time to think of what I am going to do.
Sleeping on the couch absolutely sucked. Uncomfortable and worried about how she was feeling, I felt like I barely was able to sleep at all. In the morning when she did get up, she came down and greeted me like nothing had even happened the night before. I love my fiance's pajama set. She wears this skin tight long-sleeve shirt that is thin in material, and matching pants that hike right up into her cheeks. The sight of her hard nipples through the shirt sent my mind into a frenzy, and then even more so when I thought about her never wearing panties to sleep. She came over and kissed me, and asked how I had slept. I told her that I barely slept and I was worried about how she was feeling to which she responded "good." The way she said this sent a small shiver down my spine and an almost electric spark through to the tip of my penis. She then said "I didn't like you sleeping not in the same room as me...it's kind of scary, I might have to think of something different if I have to punish you again." Did she like giving me a punishment? Did I like the sort of cruel voice she was using? Was that the punishment I was to receive for getting caught? My fiancé went back upstairs to get dressed and ready for work. Since I work from home, I don't typically have too much of a rushed morning routine, so I slowly got up off of the couch and made myself a cup of coffee.
When my fiancé came back down in her work clothes and make-up done, I complemented how good she looked and asked when she would be home today. She told me she would be back by 5pm today and instructed me in a very confident and somewhat harsh tone to "clean the whole house. You are going to clean the bathrooms, vacuum the floors, mop the floors, and do my laundry. I expect this all to be done by the time I get home." She then told me that she would be adding another task to my list, however told me she would text me about it later in the day. As she got her lunch ready and the final preparation for work, I got the cleaning materials out and started to work on one of the bathrooms. She came into the bathroom and kissed me before she left, but all I could think about is the text I was going to receive later that day.
I was taking my time cleaning the place...there was no rush, I had the whole day to get it done. I would do some work, clean a little, play a little video games, work, clean...Around 1pm I got a string of texts from my fiancé:
Fiance: Are you ready for your extra task?
Me: Sure, what's up?
Fiance: Ive been thinking about the list you had made that I read last night, and I wrote down the things I remembered, I think I got it all.
Me: ok?
Fiance: you are going to buy yourself a chastity cage today before I get home. You are not to buy it online, I want you to have the cage before I get home.
Me: ok, but I don't know where to get one around here...
Fiancé: That's not my problem, it's yours. Figure it out or you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight.
Me: ok I will try
Fiance: good. Oh yeah, and remember the house still needs to be fully cleaned by the time I get home.
