Droplets of water race down the window pane as I bet on which one will reach the bottom first. The mood outside is ominous and dark as hell during one of those summer thunderstorms that always seems to come and go in a hurry. The sound of rain pattering against the roof reminds me of you and I press my fingers against the glass trying to conjure up your image with some sort of magic, to see you again like I did that day. Lightning streaks across the sky, chased by a crash of thunder that rips through the house so loudly I'm startled from my reverie. It wasn't like this that day. That was a gentle rain.
The clouds hadn't even whispered of precipitation yet when you walked up my steps and knocked on the door. Even your knock was polite, tentative. I answered the door in a simple black dress that stretched over my curves and pushed up my breasts, offering up what was off-limits to you. A very special key hung down between them on a silver chain. My long auburn hair was left to flow in tousled waves down my back and I finished it off with a classic red lipstick. I could tell you appreciated the view by the glance that flicked up and down my body before you cast your eyes down to the floor. Carefully you took off your hat and boots and set them where I'd instructed you the first time you'd come to submit to me. They were western style like your shirt and blue jeans. Marks of the cowboy culture you grew up in. It hurt to know that you hated this part of yourself you shared with me in private. That even though well educated, you thought yourself to be less of a man and a pervert, maybe you even thought I was one too. I always hoped that when you took off your hat you'd let all that macho bullshit go with it, but this was the fifth time you'd visited me and I could see that you were still struggling with yourself.
Although your head was bowed like the true submissive you are, you stood with fists clenched and your lips pressed together in a line, closed off behind your brick wall. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in an evil smile. I'd be opening you up and reading you like a book after what I had planned today. This was going to be fun.
"Come on pet," I nodded my head towards the living room, using the name I'd given you to set the tone. You followed my command obediently and scampered into the living room after me. I told you to stand in the middle of the room as I relaxed on the couch, watching you.
"Strip and kneel for inspection." You knew the drill by this time and quickly removed your clothes, piling them neatly on an armchair and got into a kneeling position with your knees spread wide apart, displaying your arousal and discomfort locked in a metal chastity cage between your legs. I had to admit as I got up and walked around you that entering into your mid-thirties you were a handsome male specimen, with a full head of dark hair and big brown puppy dog eyes. A five o'clock shadow had just started to grow in, which made you look a little more rugged and a patch of dark chest hair to match trailed down your belly into your groin. I made a mental note that your posture was finally improving to my liking now that you were sitting up straight very nicely today with your fingers laced behind your head. I giggled internally at the fingernails which I'd had you paint black this morning, not to feminize you. I liked you looking stereotypically masculine. It's gratifying to see the picture of male virility squirm and whimper and give themselves over completely to a dominant woman. But the nail polish was a reminder of what lay under that macho faΓ§ade. I liked to have you decorated like that. It looked cute. Plus, it embarrassed you to no end, which I'm sure we both ultimately enjoyed.
I let you wait for a moment and then paced slowly around you a few times looking for corrections to be made and letting you sweat a little. Finally, I stopped in front of you and leaned down, giving an easy view down my cleavage, tapping gently on the cage gripping your cock and balls so painfully, now that it was growing and leaking out pre-cum.
"Aawww is my sweet pet getting all excited?"
"Yes ma'am," you murmured. There was a slight trembling running though your body which could be attributed to nerves or excitement or both.
"I bet that cage hasn't been very much fun this week. Did you learn your lesson after what happened last week?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Who does this cock belong to?" I asked and pulled on your cage, stretching your already aching member, pulling it closer to myself.
"It's yours Ma'am," you groaned. I saw you wince but you held your position.
"That's right. It belongs to me and so does all of your pleasure and all of that cum rolling around in your balls right now. So, are you going to ask permission to cum for me?"
"Yes Ma'am," you whimpered through gritted teeth.
"I don't know if I believe you. I think you might like wearing that cage a little too much."
"Please mistress, promise I'll be good for you. I will ask. I'll be good." You were blushing already and stumbling over those words. Apparently you were desperate enough to beg without being prompted. You'd admitted to me during our last session in a heated moment begging wasn't something that came easily to you but it made you incredibly aroused. Adorable.
"Good boy," I crooned and dropped the metal cage which retreated back immediately in relief. I petted your thick soft, dark hair like I might do to soothe a scared puppy, which wasn't that far off from what you were then, my pet.