The call from the bedroom would have confused anyone that didn’t know us. We don’t have kids. That was my wife calling from the other end of the house in a sing-sing voice.
I got up from my desk and padded barefoot down the hall to the door and paused to stare at her.
She had tossed all the covers aside and my eyes traveled up her sexy bare legs to the pink nightie that accented her hourglass figure, and up to her hair held in some loose pigtails of all things. She looked adorable, beautiful, and sexy all at once and my brain tripped on itself, unsure of how to process it all.
She looked up from her phone and must have recognized what she saw there and liked it. A delighted and mischievous grin spread across her face. Her legs moved, rubbing against each other, drawing my attention and instantly exciting me.
“booooy…. I need a tuck-ins and a goodnight kiss. I’m getting up early tomorrow.”, She said, and after a brief pause placed a finger on her forehead, letting me know it wasn’t ‘that kind’ of kiss goodnight that she wanted tonight.
I was a little disappointed, but also a little relived. I did love kissing her goodnight between her legs for as long as she liked before she fell asleep.
As I pulled up the blankets though and kissed her forehead, her hand flashed out and grabbed the front of my sweats, giving a squeeze and making me wince, the spikes in the silicone chastity cage biting into the head of my penis.
She giggled at my reaction, “Thought so! The pea is all locked up tonight for princess!”
I blushed and finished tucking her in, feeling myself swelling in the cage. It was a new favorite game of hers, guessing when I was in the cage and calling me out on it.
“Don’t stay up too late playing!”, She said, squirming deeper into the blankets, still giggling. I gave her a pat on the bottom beneath the blankets as she turned beneath them.
“I won’t. Just going to knock out a few games.”, I replied as I turned off the lights and left the room.
Or, that had been my plan before I’d tucked her in. Now as I sat down at my computer I was considering tumblr, and if I was feeling masochistic or not.
I had put the cage on after my shower for no more reason than because it was there. I didn’t really have a game plan, but one was starting to form. Two hours? Unless someone contacted me and ‘persuaded’ me to leave it on longer?
So I know what you’re thinking. What on earth is the story here? Is she my Domme? An I a slave, sub, or what? How is it that I’m deciding how long to keep the cage on?
Doesn’t fit in with your typical story, does it? Sort of breaks the norms and goes all over the place. But then, I think that’s what we’ve come to love it.
See, she’s submissive, a bit of a little, sometimes a brat or a princess.
While I’m a switch, sadist, masochist, caretaker.
Seems like it would be a lot to deal with, a lot of crossed wires, but as we’ve come to know that we don’t have to slot ourselves into these porn story roles we’ve both been happier.
I can be a caretaker for a brat while wearing a spiked chastity cage myself.
I can kiss my princess goodnight between her legs seemingly subservient, but grab her legs and hold her beneath my tongue until I’ve forced so many orgasms from her that she passes out instantly after.
She can feel taken care of ‘and’ owned, while at the same time giggle as I blush because She’s read a submissive post I’m writing over my shoulder.
She can do the laundry in nothing but an apron, a good little girl, while I do the dishes in nothing at all, an attentive sub.
The power play is there, but it’s such small shifts, so incredibly intimate, and yet all the more powerful for it.
She gets to be the little, the sub, the brat, while I get to be the sadist, the slave, and the caretaker and somehow it all works.
Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too?
Ignore the roles, ignore the lines in the sand, and do what makes you both feel good. That’s what’s important.
Switch fun 