Understand and Obey

Daphne was on an edge. Since moving into Jayden's penthouse two years ago, she had been waiting for the moment when her dreams would turn into reality. They had dated for about a year and a half before Jayden graciously offered for her to move in, and she was delighted. For a while now, they had been testing the waters of their relationship with a trial period of a BDSM relationship. And he seemed to enjoy it, for the most part, she thought.

"Hey Jayden, come here for a minute. I want to talk to you," she called from the living room sofa. She grabbed the bag sitting next to her. She smiled when she peered into it.

"Yes? Did you want to talk about something?" He answered, whilst plopping into the sofa next to her.

"Yes, so remember when we had that trial period where we..." she asked slowly.

He cut her off saying, "Yes of course! I enjoyed it. Why are you asking?"

How innocent. She liked that about him. He was willing to do almost anything for her, and she was sure he would agree to what she was about to do to him.

"I thought that we could try keeping it that way for real," she grinned as she opened up the bag that sat in her lap.

"What do you mean? Like actually live that way... for real? Uh, I guess we can... as long as we go slow...," he stuttered.

"Alright, that seems reasonable. You remember that safeword from before right? If you can't take it or you want things to slow down, just holler it, ok?" She looked at him, his eyes staring right back at her.

He nods. The excitement of the idea thrilled him. He had been waiting for her to ask him for ages, and now he was finally able to live that dream out since meeting her.

"I going to need you to take all that off," she said, pointing at his clothes as her hand reached inside the bag.

He immediately nodded and began stripping the clothes that he wore, though he was hesitant when pulling off the boxers that revealed his stunning length. He stood there, his length lifting slightly due to the anticipation.

She smiled. His hard-on will leave as soon as this is on him; she gripped the chastity device with her hand, taking it out of the bag.

His eyes followed the object she pulled out. He knew what it was, and his cock had been inside of it before. He wondered if things were going to be the same as last time, though he doubted it. She had been training him since their trial period to be able to endure the cage for days on end. But now was different. He bet she had more ideas in mind to get him to submit. And he was right.

"Come here and kneel down in front of me. I'm going to put this on you so you don't go jack off without my permission from now on," she whispered softly into his ear.

"Yes Mistress," he replied, the words automatic from their trial period days.

She locked the device onto him, tucking the key for his release into her bra. "Now turn around and bend over the coffee table, you know the drill." She popped open a fresh bottle of lube, spreading a gracious amount around his ass. She slowly fingered him, preparing for the object that was about to intrude into him.

He jumped at her touch and remembered the uncomfortable feeling of her fingers sliding in and out of him. He was grateful that she seemed to pour a good amount of lube. A moan escaped from his lips as she poked the plug at his entrance.

"Enjoying that there, aren't you Jayden. Don't worry, this is going to be in your ass for a while and you can moan plenty," she laughed. The plug seemed to faze him a little, and she could tell by how tight his hole was. She made sure that it went slowly into him, taking her time at the biggest section of the plug. And in it was, in all its glory. In a flash, his ass muscles clenched against it, bothered by the invasion of the plug.

"Uh, Daphne... how long do I have to keep these things on...," he mumbled in embarrassment as he stood up and sat down beside her.

She looked at him, momentarily stopping to think. "Let me explain this to you, Jayden. As long as you and I are in this relationship, all that stays on you until I say so. I'm not cruel, so you will get short release breaks."

He sat there dumbfounded. Yet the idea of earning his way toward temporary release excited him. Yet he wouldn't be able to control his manhood forever. His mind was fighting with him. All he could do was just nod.

"Oh, and call me Mistress from now on. Unless we're out and about, of course," she grinned at him, "Now let's watch some TV, shall we?"

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Later that night, he sat on the bed. It was definitely uncomfortable. But he could deal with it. Could he? He thought to himself. He felt the plug with every movement, a constant reminder he was owned. The cage wasn't much better either. The prisoner inside of it wasn't fully used to that feeling.

"How are you feeling? Since you've been doing so well, I've decided to let you remove the plug until morning," she sensed this while coming into the bedroom, and was immediately aware that he wasn't his best self.

His eyes squeezed shut as she twisted the base of the plug, slowly removing it from its place. She left it on top of his dresser and then climbed back onto the bed. She was relieved to see his face lift up a little, the edges of his lips turning up.

"What do you say?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

Jayden responded a moment later, "Thank you... uh, Mistress."

"Good," came the only reply, "Time to sleep."

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He knew he ought to put the plug in after his morning shower, and took his time running his hands over the suds in his hair. She was waiting for him when he walked back into the room, the lube bottle opened on the bed.

She looked at him and he immediately bent over the bed, allowing her access to his hole and lubing it up. She pushed the plug at his entrance, his muscles tightening against the width of the plug.

"Good job," she smiled at him, ruffling his hair as a reward before walking out of the room, "Put on your clothes and come downstairs, ok?"

He nodded, throwing on a tee and a pair of shorts before hurriedly walking down the stairs to the kitchen. He was glad Daphne still did the cooking and the chores; he knew others would have to do all the work. The plug began its valiant discomfort as he went about his morning.

By midday, his cock was twitching for its release. It wasn't as easy as he had hoped. He trudged to where Daphne sat, hoping she would comfort him. He knelt down beside her, resting his head against her feet. She looked down at him, her own arousal growing when she saw his length lifting slightly in the cage. Her hand reached down to pat him on the back.

"Maybe you'll feel better when I put this on you Jayden," she said, taking the leather collar out of her sweatshirt pocket.

He eyed it with curiosity. But he didn't object it when she placed it around his neck; it was more like the uneasy feeling had gone away. She smiled at him. He was owned.

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Later that day, they were getting ready to go to the club.

"Jayden, you need to take off all your clothes before we head out ok? I want you stripped and inspected before we go," she called from the living room.

"Yes Mistress," he hollered from atop the stairs. Immediately stripping down to only his cage, plug and collar, he ran down the stairs and bent over the couch, waiting for her to inspect him.

She twisted the base of the plug, checking its tightness. His muscles ached from the hours spent clenching on the plug and dying for a break. His cage seemed fine, and there was no way he could get out of it without the key hidden in her bra. She cupped his balls with her hand, sliding a ring through. He jumped at her touch.

"There there," she whispered, massaging his head, "I can't let you cum while we're there and its a requirement that all submissives have to follow."

He couldn't hear her over the scene that was playing out in his head. He imagined he was tied to the ceiling, his ankles tied to a spreader bar and anal toyed until his hole was brutally used. He shivered at the thought.

"Come! Hurry up! We're going to be late!"