Loving Authority Ch 04

Chapter 4 - Service

Mark and Emily walked briskly, their footsteps getting faster the closer they got to home. Their need for each other's touch was intense; the meal had simply been an appetiser to the evening's main course. Emily, still radiant in her evening dress, exuded a commanding presence. Mark, though broad-shouldered and over six foot, seemed to scurry along beside her, his discomfort growing as he swelled within the cage. By the time they got home he felt ready to burst.

"Go upstairs and get undressed," Emily instructed as soon as they were through the front door. Her tone brokered no argument; her voice was usually soft and warm, but now held an edge of authority. He obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest as he made his way to their bedroom.

The room felt different tonight, charged with an erotic energy that was both unfamiliar and thrilling. As Mark undressed, he felt the weight of the chastity cage even more acutely. It was a constant reminder of his submission, a physical constraint that mirrored the psychological shift in their relationship. The metal, finally warm against his skin, seemed to tighten with every passing second.

After a few moments, Emily entered the room, still wearing her beautiful dress. Mark was now naked except for the shiny steel encasing his genitals, and he stood with his arms held uncertainly over his groin. The sight of her, so elegant and powerful, was breathtaking. She moved with a grace and confidence that captivated Mark, like a fly drawn into a spider's web. She walked over to a plush velvet chair and reclined gracefully. Her demeanour was regal, her gaze fixed on Mark with an intensity that both unnerved and excited him. She adopted a playful but firm tone, but a tiny hint of uncertainty in her eyes betrayed her own nerves.

"Come over and kiss me," she said softly. Mark took a step towards his wife. Immediately, Emily raised a hand, and he stopped in his tracks.

Emily felt her heart pounding in her chest and there was a slight tremble as she raised her index finger. A nervous grin played out on her face as she rotated her hand so that her finger pointed towards the ground. She couldn't believe the authority she seemed to hold over Mark, and felt anxious he might snap out of his trance at any moment. Almost unbelieving, she watched as he fell to his knees on her command.

Mark's breath hitched as he realised what she wanted. Excitement coursed through him as dropped to the floor, feeling the thick carpet against his skin. She beckoned to him with the same finger, and he started to crawl towards her, his arousal more intense than he'd ever experienced. An overwhelming desire to serve her jostled with the tiniest prickle of humiliation in his mind as he began his journey, but it was over all too quickly as he crossed the room on all fours and reached the chair.

Emily looked down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. She felt an enormous -- and enjoyable -- sense of power as she stretched back in the chair, raising her arms and running her fingers through her hair. Mark remained on his knees, his gaze locked on Emily, waiting for her to speak. Slowly, she moved her knees apart, pushing her hips slightly forward in the chair. In the dim light beneath her dress, Mark saw that she had removed her underwear, and he waited patiently for his orders. Softly, but firmly, Emily spoke. "Kiss me."

Mark understood his instructions. He leant forward, his head catching in the folds of her dress as it lifted it upwards. He kissed the skin of each knee and inner thigh as he moved in, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue up one leg. He heard Emily's breathing above him, and gently pressed his lips to her other thigh. The feeling of control Emily had felt moments ago was rapidly dissipating as Mark worked higher, teasing her with occasional darts of his tongue against her body. She felt her body respond to his touch, her breath quickening as she looked down at the top of Mark's head. As he reached higher still, Emily lifted her pelvis towards him and almost imperceptibly began to move herself against his tongue. Bowed on all fours before her, Mark followed her lead. He saw her body just centimetres away from his face. Her clitoris was visibly erect and standing proud, and moisture glistened with her; he had never seen her so obviously excited, and he inhaled her scent.

Reaching down, Emily rested her hands behind Mark's neck, then moved them higher to weave her fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Their rhythm grew in intensity, until Emily was in no mood for gentle caresses. Although she maintained control over Mark, she'd now lost all self-discipline and she thrust her hips firmly towards him, over and over, her needs blotting out any pretence of modesty. Finally -- but all too soon -- she arched her back and let out a loud sigh. Her body suddenly tense, she reached under her skirt and hastily pushed Mark back as an intense sensitivity in her body took over, any further touch from his tongue being too much to bear. Her palm rested against Mark's forehead to hold him away as she recovered her composure, head flopping forwards as the satisfaction of release spread throughout her.

Time seemed to stretch and bend in that room. The outside world, with its everyday concerns and routines, felt like a distant memory. Mark was acutely aware of the chastity cage, now straining uncomfortably against him. The physical discomfort was intermingled with a deep sense of arousal; he had satisfied his wife, but remained entirely at her mercy.

Em, meanwhile, was back in command, and savoured the power she had regained. An unquenchable smile played over her flushed face as she looked down at Mark, taking in his every reaction, every subtle shift in his expression. This was a new experience for her as well, a foray into a role she had never imagined. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke again.

Her voice was softer now, with the smile on her face audible in her tone. "Thank you, I enjoyed that." She shrugged her shoulders a little as the grin grew wider. "Happy birthday," she joked, and reached out a hand to ruffle his hair. She sat up in the chair, smoothed her dress forwards, and stood. Mark felt a surge of relief and pride at her words. The acknowledgement of his submission, the appreciation of his work, filled him with a sense of fulfilment. He was still locked within the cage, but now there was a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of being deeply connected to Emily in a way they had never experienced before. The evening had transformed from a simple birthday celebration into a profound exploration of their relationship.

As Emily rose from the chair, she reached for her purse and the keys contained within. She silently unlocked the chastity cage, watching Mark's face as she did so. The cage fell to the floor and he immediately sprang to attention. He closed his eyes as Emily gripped him, only having to give three or four firm strokes before he was spent, letting out a deep groan as he came.

"There you go honey," Emily whispered, looking into his face. Mark slowly opened his eyes, feeling deep completeness and a smile broke out across his face too. Emily released her grip on him, pearly drops of liquid dripping down her fingers. She pursed her lips in mock displeasure and raised her hand to Mark's face to show him. "Look what a mess you've made!", she giggled, raising an eyebrow. She paused a little, looking down at the liquid on her hand and then back to him, before running her fingers across his chest to wipe them clean. "Your mess, your problem," she laughed aloud. "Go clean yourself up and come back to bed."

Mark did as she suggested, and after a rapid shower climbed back into the bed beside his beautiful wife. "I had a great time this evening Em," he said as he kissed her goodnight.

"Me too honey. Put the cage back on before you go to sleep, I love you even more locked up," Emily replied. "We're definitely doing that again." She reached out to turn off the bedside light, and before long both were deeply asleep.