After that wonderful night together where I discovered my true role in our relationship, her goddess ways, and how happy she was with my diminutive member, I came home shocked. I wasn't sure of my place in a way but in another way I was quite certain that this was the way to go. You see, it didn't ever occur to me that I would be in a relationship with a beautiful and caring woman who by day was supportive and feminine, and by night was a firm mistress.
For a short period of time we just dated simply without me coming to her home. It was as most people would describe it, vanilla.
A couple of weeks went by and every once in a while she would drop a hint about the lifestyle that she expected. She asked me if I had at any time pleasured myself. I said that I had. She told me that I was to wait another couple of weeks before relieving myself. She didn't want to go through any complications involving locking me up "in a cock cage", so I was to be put on the honor system. I admit at the time I didn't know what that was and was astonished when she explained it to me.
"Strong women in relationships like ours often lock up their little man's organs in a chastity cage so they can't play with themselves...I trust I won't have to do that with you," she said, blowing my mind.
So from now on I was to save my semen for her and for her only. I asked if occasionally I could be granted special permission. She said yes. But rarely.
"Since your big balls belong to me, I also own what's in them," she explained. She further clarified that if I didn't do what I was told, "I might have to lock you up."
I answered "That won't be be necessary, ...M'am."
We finished our dinner at a restaurant, she both ordered and paid for everything as to make a statement...but I was secretly thrilled. Butterflies flew up in my stomache. "Could this be love?" I thought.
At the end of the 2 weeks we went to go see a movie and then she asked me back to her place. I drove and she asked me to drop her off and I was to park the car. Before she left to get inside of her house she said that she would leave the gate open and she gently reminded me of the conversation we had had earlier that special night where I discovered my place in our universe.
Those same butterflies began to come up in my stomach as I answered in the affirmative and then she closed the door quickly and went off. It seemed like an eternity before I found parking from my car...I lept up to the sidewalk and zipped up the block . Entering, I took care to close the gate behind me.
At that point I realized that the gate provided just enough privacy in the neighborhood as there was only one building there tall enough to provide a view into her front yard downward. But all of the windows were closed, and I thought it was perfectly safe. This was particularly true since I was only going to be outside at best for a few minutes. I disrobed, neatly folding my clothes on the wicker chair that she kept on her patio. I took everything off and though it was a cool night, but not uncomfortably so. I began to realize that it was cool enough, however, that combined with my nervousness it made my already diminutive member now basically non existent.
I knocked. Silence. Knocked again, harder. No response. She was clearly playing a game. If so, it was wonderfully sadistic. Because the house was on a corner, there was still one neighbor immediately adjacent to her. The louder I knocked, the more I felt she would pop her face over the fence. I quickly tapped twice. The door swung open immediately, revealing M'am wearing a low hanging t shirt and sweat shorts.
She looked me over: "It's been too long..."
As I moved to come in, she stopped me. "Hold on...let me see something..."
She quickly looked to her right and flipped a switch. The patio lights came on. In fact, so did the ground lights and 2 outdoor lamps. I suddenly became even more nervous and reflexively moved to cover what was between my legs.
"Uh uh uh, buddy boy. Stand with your hands on your waist... be proud of what you got. Or in your case what you don't got," she smirked.
Then she began to laugh but mercifully let me in at the same time. So feminine. So sexy was that smile.
"Wow. It must have been cold outside...it's dissapeared...hehehe. Ok, I just got to snap one picture!"
"Whaaat!?" I replied in terror, again covering myself.
She laughed as I squirmed, then began shaking her head in incredulity.
" Um, I know you're not covering up," she said while pointing a finger at my crotch. "Ahem," she said. Then louder: "Let's face it, I own you now and I own that marvelous little package of yours. Besides, all I want is a couple of pictures on my phone and you know you're going to do it for me anyway if you want your clothes back," she giggled.
I began to release my grip when she added, "Seriously, I have lots of plans for you, for us, this is your life now and I guarantee you will enjoy it."
"Okay, but no face," I tried to add.
She then came over to me and laid down the law. She looked me straight in the eyes, and suddenly I felt her hand brush away my hands. A second later, my balls were resting on her palm.
"AHEM. Let's make a few things clear. I know I've had you hooked since that night you stripped for me. I now own these [squeezing them] totally and completely. And I can tell you're really enjoying this because you're getting hard. And you're getting just as excited as you were the other night. I now know that you are hooked and really you can't live without this. I'm in control here. I'm the one that's gonna make the rules. You know this is already FLR."
"FLR?" I asked.
"Yes. Female led relationship. This is FLR with CFnm. That is, I control the relationship, make most of the decisions... I mean, sure, from time to time I will ask you for advice. But I'm running things...you're basically meat... You'll contribute where you can little guy, but I'm the captain now."
"Yes, m'am"
"I want one close-up. AND the rest of you..." she so ordered.
I let go of any hope of dignity. She assured me that the pics on her phone would be for her exclusive use only... But who knows? She first took close-up pictures of my little soldier and then after what seemed like forever as she was stepping pin share upon fiction very it then she stood back had me place my hands upon my waist again and said, "big smile."
I smiled. For her. With my hands on my waist. Naked taking a picture. Pretending to be confident.
"Great. Um... now what should we do? I think before we relax we should get some things settled. I think you should look in my closet and find the vacuum and the feather duster there ... grab them and hook the vacuum up... then start vacuuming my living room."
I looked at her sheepishly.
"Oh yeah. Grab me a beer first, babe," she mockingly said.
