Tuesday, December 12, 2017

For Al Playa

"Dress like this," she said, holding up a print out of the picture of she'd found on her husband's computer, the one in which he was dressed in lingerie.

"Mary, please," he begged his wife, "I...don't..."

"Dress like this," she hissed, shoving the picture in his face. "I want to see you like this."


"Like this," she said, voice now calm and cold. "Or so help me, I'll send this picture to everyone we know."

He started to move, but she stopped him. "Wait."

"What?" he asked, still looking down.

"I told you to get everything," she said.

"I...I did," he said, "I...I got everything," he mumbled, eyes downcast, looking through the things she made him get from the secret hiding spot under the stairs.

"No, something's missing," his wife said, looking through the pile of items her husband had on the bed.

"This...this is all of it," he gestured to the lingerie, the toys, the maid's uniform.

"What's this to, then?" she asked, taking the key from the bed.

"I...I don't know," he mumbled, "a...a lock."

"There's nothing with a lock here."


"What's this to?" she demanded.

"A...a lock," he said, not really answering.

"A lock to what?" she asked in a threatening tone.

"A...a padlock," he evaded.

"If you're evasive one more time...a padlock for what?"

"A...a chastity cage," he said, barely audible.

"Where is it?" she asked.

"It...t...there," he pointed to the small bag under a bra, "in...in there."

Mary put down the picture, picked up the bag, opened it, took out the pink plastic cage, turned it over in her hands. "It's small," she smirked, "not that I'm surprised."

"Mary," he started to say.

"I assume it can't grow inside that? That's the purpose?"

"Yes...I mean no, it...it can't."

"And I assume one can't...pleasure themselves?"

"Not...no...but it's just...I mean..."

"Just a fetish?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"You've worn it, I assume?"


"Put it on," she handed it to him.

"Mary, I...I don't know..."

"I don't care," Mary snapped. "Little boys who take pictures of themselves in lingerie are in no position to be making decisions about things like this."

He took the cage, was so mortified by all this, he easily fit into the small tube. "Mary..."

"Lock it," she said.

"Mary, please..."

"Lock it. Now." She fluttered the picture, made the subtle threat.

He snapped the lock shut, watched her slip the key into her pocket. "What...what are you doing with that?" he asked, "that's the only..." He stopped before he said it.

"The only one? Good. What am I doing with it? Putting it away somewhere safe. Now finish dressing."


"Don't you dare take that tone with me, ever again. Things are going to change around here, trust me, things are going to change."

"Change...change how?"

"Well for starters, that is going to stay on for quite some time, trust me."


  1. Poor sissy. Under lock and key never to be anything but a sissy from now on.

  2. Thank you Sara. Much appreciated.

    Based on any particular events? (smile)


  3. How do I get out of the contract I signed?

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