We also hit limits on isolation and sensory deprivation. We knew that prisons once used solitary confinement to break even hardened criminals so, of course, we want to try it. I had him build a cell in my attic dungeon and left him in darkness for a couple of days. Of course I found a small failure in his service to me to justify his punishment and loved the moment I turned the key on his cell. It was more frightening for him than we thought it would be. He had water, a toilet, and food he could access in the dark. No sound or light entered his room until I started playing tapes of my voice to him. Aside from experimenting with our FLR, I put him in it because I thought I could get more work done on a paper I was working on if he were not underfoot for a few days. That was a failure. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. At one point a few vanilla friends stopped in for a visit but, ridiculously, I had trouble not blurting out where I had stored him. I don’t know if I was excited or nervous. I was probably both. Of course, my girlfriend Heather wanted to come by and see his cell. We crept quietly up to my attic dungeon because I didn’t want him to hear us moving around. It seems silly to admit this because there was nothing to see but a door but lying on the stairs staring a his cell got us both so worked up we almost didn’t make it back to the bedroom. To keep it safer, I never left the house. Once I heard him pound on the door begging to be let out. A few minutes later he angrily demanded to be let out. That was a difficult moment for me. It was very hard to stay strong. Moments before I broke and opened the door he started intoning his mantra. “I am only a slave. It is a privilege to serve.”** I knew we had both passed a test. Twice each day at different times I visited him. When I thought we had both reached our limits I visited him for the last time. I dressed in is favorite leathers. I asked him if he were ready to leave his cell and come back to me a better servant. The dear man actually cried and admitted to being less of a servant than he could have been and promised to increase his efforts. I admit to teasing him about leaving him in for much longer. How could I resist when he was so pliable? He has been a better servant after such an experience. However, playing on the edge is dangerous.

My boyfriend, Sam, came to dinner last night. Yikes, just writing that gives me a tingle. I decided to take my cuckolding of my servant, Butler, to the next step. I’ve been increasingly harsh with him for the last few weeks. I stopped kissing him although I’ve often made use of his tongue. I’ve also belittled his past attempts at coitus. He’s very interested in sex but I have expressed a complete disdain for his offers to please me with his penis……………… He has suspected that I’m having an affair with a younger student in my study group and I’ve allowed him to think that, knowing it would start chipping away at his sense of manhood. Tonight I had him cook a special dinner and secreted him in his harness in the cramped closet under the stairs as a sort of Harry Potter in bondage. From there, he could see and hear everything in the dining room and the living room. Of course, when my guest arrived, I acted as if I had cooked the meal. I’m like that……………………. I tried very hard not to put on a show for Butler. I tried to forget he was even there. This was my evening. There was an interesting good-looking man coming over for dinner who was wild for me. I needed to relax and enjoy myself.* I told Sam that Butler was out late. Some might complain that I was leading Sam astray. I plan to worry about that about as much as Sam worries about me already having another man in my life, which is apparently not at all. We talked for an hour at the table. After dinner Sam offered to help clean up but I declined his offer. (He he, that’s work for a slave.) We moved into the living room. For a long time we sat on the couch talking. I loved watching him try to seduce me. He was following a playbook I knew well. He started casually touching me the moment he arrived. There on the couch he extended his arm so that his fingertips could touch my shoulder and hair. We sipped wine and after a several minutes he confessed how he found me attractive. I could have had him right there but I love the chase. * We had music playing and he suggested that we dance. I stood up and stepped into his embrace. We swayed a while to the music. After a moment he began kissing me. Delicious. I love being kissed by a new man. Before we slid to the floor, I pushed him gently away. I told him I was not certain how long we had to be alone. He said he understood and he invited me to dinner on Wednesday night. I accepted. We kissed again and I walked him to the door. It’s a heady feeling to have two men under the same roof panting for you. For me, it was a great evening. After kissing Sam again at the door, I walked across the living room and opened the door to Butler’s cramped closet. Butler could not look me in the face. Instead, hunched on his hands and knees, he focused on my heels. I’ve seen him do that hundreds of times when he’s being pushed to his limit. Perfect. I knew it was not time to be reassuring. Experience told me it was time to turn up the heat. In a matter of fact tone I told him of my future agenda. “That was fun. He’s a good dancer and a great kisser. I really like him. I’ve decided that I deserve a slave and a boyfriend. You need to get your head wrapped around this new fact. This is how it’s going to be from now on, slave. I will do anything I want to do. You will not only agree, but you will find ways to help me like cooking dinner tonight. You are simply not man enough for me. Look at yourself, in a harness with your ass plugged and your dick in a cage. What kind of man would allow himself to be put in such a predicament? Clearly, you are not a man at all. No, you’re only a slave. Luckily for you, I still want to keep you for your service. For staying silent like a good little beta bitch, I’ll allow you to bathe me and brush my hair before bed. Hurry with the dishes, I don’t want to be kept waiting too long.” With that I started up the stairs. It was hard not to stumble. My panties were soaked. I felt dizzy with excitement. In a few minutes I knew he would be upstairs completely cowed into deep subspace. I’m writing this now, waiting for him to finish. Maybe I’ll let him lick me. But, not kiss me. No, not that. After all, I should reserve something exclusively for my boyfriend.

My date last night was fabulous. It started with having my sub, Butler, prepare me for it. Most men have no idea what a woman goes through to put herself together for an important date. My servant knows but only because I’ve kept him under my heels for over a decade……………….. He keeps my clothes and shoes in a near perfect state. I didn’t have to worry about something being at the cleaners or not ironed. To keep him involved in my preparations, he touched up my nails and he curled and dried my hair. Getting ready is a bit of a production and I wanted him actively involved in all of it. He’s done this before. I’ve been out on several dates but he sensed that this one was different. When I was finally polished and primped I had him kneel and kiss the tops of my heels. Again, this is something he has done before. I had wracked my brain on how I could make this date special………………… Whenever I get stuck like this I always go to my ace in the hole, Heather. After, preparing me, Butler and I came down stairs to find that Heather, following my suggestion, had let herself in the house. She stood at the bottom of the landing smiling up at me. I could feel Butler tense. Heather frightens him a little. She doesn’t really like to see me dating other men but she kissed me on the cheek and told me that no man deserved me. She’s such a dear. I informed Butler that while I was at dinner I wanted him to make himself useful by giving Heather a manicure and pedicure. He was immediately agreeable although I know he was thinking he’d rather be locked alone in a cage. Such is life………………..I chatted with Heather about my date for a few minutes until doorbell rang. I kissed Butler on the cheek and left knowing what Heather had in mind. I could hear her start in as I walked to the front of the house. I couldn’t hear what was being said but Heather can drip more scorn and haughty bitchiness in one line than the evil queen in Snow White does in the entire fairytale. I concentrated on what was before me………………… I had a wonderful dinner. Sam pulled out all the stops in his ongoing program to seduce me. He was charming and full of compliments and wit while he attempted to subtly ply me with wine. Men never learn. They never ask themselves why it is on the night that they finally talk a woman into bed that she just happens to be wearing her best set of lingerie? Women decided when. This time I wanted both men dangling on the hook just a little longer before I reeled them in……………………. While I tried to be present with this charming young man I knew that Heather was putting the screws to Butler. Earlier, she told me something of her plans. She would make it clear to him that I had replaced him with a younger and a more virile partner. Oh, she can grind it in when she wants to do so! I had to secretly smile to myself when I thought about it. And, I admit, it was partly true. Sam is younger and more beautiful. And, I was out with him at an elegant dinner while Butler served under the lash of my evil twin. Also, later, at a time of my choosing, I was going to enjoy this young man’s sweet body. Of course, men have been betraying their wives with younger women since time began. It felt like justice to be turning things around for once. ………………. After dinner, I allowed Sam to take me home. We arrived about the time I expected to return. I knew that Heather, per my instructions, had placed Butler where he could see and hear me say goodnight to Sam at the door. This was important to me. I have cucked Butler a couple of times but he never knew the men nor had he been required to watch. I wanted him to see the romance and heat grow between my date and me. I wanted him powerless to stop what was happening. This time when Sam and I kissed I allowed it to go on much longer. I admit it was more difficult to extract myself from his embrace this time because I wanted to stay there. I could feel his manhood pressed hard against my belly. I told him that I would have the house to myself this coming weekend. Sam understood what I was saying. After another passionate embrace, he left with a smile. I turned and entered the house…………………. I found Butler was on his hands and knees in the darkened hallway. Straddling him was Heather wearing a wicked smile. She is my perfect partner in crime. Apparently, she had been amused by Butler’s predicament and had spent the evening psychologically torturing him about it. I almost never try to feminize him but Heather had put him in a frilly apron to receive her manicure and pedicure. I didn’t need to use my imagination to know that she had been savaging his manhood by underlining the fact that I was out with a younger man while he was dressed like a sissy and doing her nails. Heather knew exactly what I wanted. Butler never raised his head until Heather left several minutes later……………. Afterwards, I kept to the script by being completely matter of fact. If Butler was experiencing a soul searing experience I made it clear that I was only doing what seemed natural. I’m sure he wondered where he would be this weekend when I had Sam over. I knew that he would prefer anything other than to be lent to Heather. However, he was too well trained to ask. Instead, he went ahead and prepared me for bed. It had to be torture for him to undress me and carefully hang up my clothes. Was he looking for signs of possible love making? As he does most nights, he stood behind me at my vanity and brushed my hair for a few minutes. He rarely speaks during these quiet minutes while I concentrate on the delicious sensation of the brush combing through my hair. I could feel the sexual tension between us………………… I love it when he’s caught between being too scared to rebel and too scared to move forward. It was all unfolding just as I hoped. Later, after dismissing him to his tiny room down the hall, I slept like an innocent child.

He knows he’s not going to leave no matter what I do today. He’s not going to openly refuse his cuckolding. He’s not even going to complain. He will even avoid appearing anything but enthusiastic about how he prepares the house and me for what will happen tonight. Of course, I’m more exacting than usual. I’m openly telling him that I want things nice for my new boyfriend, Sam. I loved making him change the sheets on my bed and replacing them with the dark blue satin ones. I don’t usually watch him while he’s doing household chores but I invented a reason to be in my bedroom while he was doing that important task. I smiled when I noticed him tremble as he pulled the sheets tight. He’s working very hard all day. Both of us know why he’s so eager to please. It’s Saturday. On Saturday he faces the cane for any failures in his submission to me. He’s always a little cowed on Saturday knowing what’s coming. I’m willing, perhaps eager, to use the cane on him at the least sign of rebellion. He only has a dozen coming so he’s trying hard to avoid any additional strokes. If he receives over twenty, I always leave him in his chastity cage until the next week. He’s been out most of this week and I’m sure he’d love to stay out. * The thought that he is actually physically afraid of displeasing me floods me with a sense of accomplishment. This relationship didn’t happen overnight. It took years. Now, it’s all paying off. I told him that I invited Heather to view his discipline this evening. I know he dislikes it when she watches. He finds it humiliating. He also swears I beat him harder when she is there. I really don’t try to do so but I admit that he should know better than me. I’m sure that he thinks that because I have a date coming over tonight that I’ll be sending him home with Heather. He truly hates that because time with her is always filled with nothing but drudgery. However, I’m not sending him home to be babysat by Heather. I have something much more interesting planned. I feel like I’m floating. It’s going to be a great day.

At certain moments, it will dawn on me. I own a slave. It’s why I keep Butler in a uniform. It’s why I have so many rules for him. I sometimes see him calmly doing what he is told and spontaneously an erotic feeling rises up through me. He subservience can trigger a dark impulse to push him down even further. I find this feeling almost irresistible. I can do what I want with him. Anytime…………… Last night I passed through the kitchen after dinner and noticed him cleaning the kitchen floor. I never allow him to use a mop. It’s one of my rules. I like seeing him on his hands and knees with a rag to clean the floor. It is a ridiculous rule but as I watched him I felt that familiar urge pass through me. I quietly left the kitchen and returned in my cat suit and my strap on. ……………… He was finishing when he looked up to see me leaning on the banister with a latex dildo pointing rudely at him. I could see a shiver pass through him. I don’t know what was going through his head before I spontaneously showed up. Maybe his mind was a thousand miles away. Maybe he was thinking about me and wanting an experience. It doesn’t matter. He is mine to do with as I please. Also, I know that when I’m in the mood he instantly responds to my inclinations………………….. I told him to stay where he was. He knew what to do. I stood in front of him accepting his homage. He knew to take my dildo into his mouth to lubricate it with his saliva. I kicked him around to face him away from me and reaching around him unfastened his pants and dropped them. He stayed on his knees as I mounted him. When we first started, this moment of dominance was my weakest point. I had trouble being verbal. That’s not true anymore. I have found the well in me of ever flowing bitchiness. Really, all I had to do was to recount what has been happening the last few weeks. I reminded him of my dating a younger man and his willingness to serve by cooking us dinner. I reminded him of being under the bed being crushed by our lovemaking. I reminded him that he was now a tool to create more such moments. I punctuated my comments with a vigorous thrusting…………………… After a few minutes, I reached around his waist and fisted him. It didn’t take long. He groaned and cried out in mental agony and physical joy. I laughed at how easy it has become. He knew how I wanted him to clean up his mess. I ridiculed him while he did it. His humiliation never fails to stimulate me. I spun on my heels and marched upstairs with him scurrying behind me on his knees. He knew that I would want oral pleasure afterwards…………………. None of it was planned but we’ve been at this a while. We know what we both need. Some people always want the new. That’s not for me. It took us a long time to figure things out. It’s just now starting to get good. The bond grows ever stronger between us. Plus, I have a kitchen floor that’s clean enough one could eat off of it

When I started with my sub years ago I had a dream of owning an older man who adored me. I envisioned him doing all of my housework, turning over his salary to me, and lovingly supporting my sex life with other men and women. Now, it’s all happening. I didn’t know that along the way I would learn to care deeply for him but I have. Nevertheless, we’ve moved forward with my original dream……………… If you’ve been following me then you know what happened last night. My sub, Butler, has long accepted that I have sexual experiences without him. However, this time was different. For the first time, I forced him to watch the romance build between my new boyfriend, Sam, and me. Butler outwardly acted as if he was going through his cucking with some aplomb but I knew he was starting to crack. In our relationship, it’s my responsibility to be sensitive to his emotional state………………….. Last night after his weekly caning I let him know that I was not sending him out of the house when Sam was scheduled to arrive. He looked at me with a mixed expression of relief and fear. I think it would have hurt him to remove him from the action. Nevertheless, I’m sure he was asking himself if I would humiliate him in front of my new friend? Hmmmm. One day I will, but I had something else in mind…………………… I had invited my friend Heather over to increase his anxiety and because I needed her help. I gave Butler the signal to follow on his knees. I led them both to my bedroom. He had carefully cleaned it yesterday to make it ready for my guest. It was his sacred place and I was about to bring another man into it. I motioned for him to crawl under the bed and lie on his back. He had on his cuffs so it was simple to run the straps that Heather brought though the buckles to pull him into a four point spread-eagle position. Simultaneously, Heather and I began ratcheting the belts so that he was stretched out under the bed. I wanted him to feel the pull of his restraints. I wanted him to feel helpless. I love these moments. During it all, Heather kept up a running banter of small talk meant to humble him. She kept suggesting things I should do like making him fluff my lover, etc. She knew that none of her suggestions were likely as the young man on the way was a vanilla stud muffin but she loves messing with Butler’s head. It only took a moment to secure and secret him behind the bed skirt……………………….. Heather and I stood across the bed from each other and realized what was about to happen. Without a word, she pulled me across the bed and began kissing me. Yikes, I almost called Sam and told him to wait. However, after a steamy moment Heather had another idea. She suddenly broke from my embrace to to stand on the bed. Once up, she started jumping up and down and yelling triumphantly, “This is how it’s going to be! She’s going to fuck him right on top of you! Do you feel like an idiot yet?” Ha! She is a force of nature. I finally got my wild child calmed down and out of the house. But, she was right. It would happen exactly like she said it would. ……………………. I left Butler to wait for Sam downstairs. He lay in restraints under the bed listening. When the bell rang, I enthusiastically greeted Sam at the door. I guessed Butler could hear our conversation from the living room. I offered drinks. No doubt, he could hear the music I played. I’m sure he lay there imagining us dancing downstairs as we had on an earlier date………………… I was a little nervous when I finally led Sam into the bedroom. I was afraid of him discovering Butler restrained under the bed but I shouldn’t have worried. Sam was beside himself by the time i finally brought him to my room. I doubt the details of my straight sexual encounter with Sam would be interesting to the Fet Life reader. Sam has a beautiful body and he was an enthusiastic sex partner. I admit to gushing a bit about the thickness of his cock, which was actually about average, but I was not going to miss any obvious opportunities to humble Butler. And, if I was a little more verbal with my moaning than usual who could blame me? I was fucking two men at the same time. It was delicious………………….. Sam is young so he almost ruined it by orgasming too soon. I finally got him under control and proceeded to ride him for a good long time. I never forgot what was happening under the bed. I knew that very thrust of my hips pressed against Butler’s face and into the heart of whatever male identity he has left after years of my training. However, I also knew that instead of driving him away, I had saved and strengthened my relationship with Butler because I had restrained him close to the action. Yes, it was terribly humiliating but he would see that my plan included him. He was not going to be replaced by a younger man. He would realize that his restraints meant I was keeping him close…………………. Finally, after I had finished with Sam and shooed him home, I came back to my room and stretched out on the bed luxuriating on what had just occurred. It felt marvelous. I knew that I would continue on this path until Butler made it part of his life work to encourage me to have as many lovers as I wanted. After a few minutes I leaned down and undid the straps. I sat in the chair in my bedroom waiting for Butler to crawl out from under the bed………………… He didn’t move immediately. The room was quiet for a few minutes. I wondered if he was crying. However, after a few minutes he wiggled out from under the bed. He did not crawl to me on his hands and knees as I assumed he would. Instead, he slithered across on his belly. Occasionally, he stopped and kissed the floor. It took me a second to realize that he was kissing where I had walked. Oh, it was something to watch. When he arrived at my chair, he began to kiss my feet with passion. Then, I think he may have cried a little. We will do many other things but we will always have this moment……………. After a few minutes I lifted his head and I kissed him tenderly. It was the first time I had kissed him in weeks. Without saying too much, I dismissed him from his usual night duties to return to the room I call his slave quarters. He doesn’t know it yet but tomorrow I’m going to visit him there and screw his brains out. He deserves it after proving to me, yet again, that he is the man of my dreams. However, if you don’t understand why it’s a strategic decision to have chosen his bed and not my bed to reward him in, then you don’t get me at all.

Except for social occasions when we have to appear as a vanilla couple, I command my servant, Butler, to dress the same way every day. He wears dark pants and a white shirt. I call it his Butler uniform. I require this of him for several reasons. I can dress him for pennies from the local Goodwill store. He knows that I only spend about ten percent of his income on him. If he wasn’t OK with that then this relationship would never have worked. His clothes are cheap because they are work clothes. He can clean, cook, and garden in them. I didn’t want him in a maid outfit. In his Butler outfit, he does not scare the neighbors. When we are in Florida he remains in uniform. While there, we do not socialize publicly. He never walks beside me. On the rare occasions when I need him to walk with me, he walks several paces behind me. Then he is usually with me because I want him to carry something such as shopping bags. Even when together, a discerning eye would notice the different costs of our outfits and easily identify us as employer and employee. I want him to look like a servant. He doesn’t wear clothes according to his mood. He does not try to fit in. He wears his clothes as my uniform. How I dress him is part of the never ending tension between his independence and his submission. Together, we have declared war on his individual manliness. We attack his independence from every possible angle we can find. His clothes are simply another front in the battle. * I have been criticized that putting him in a uniform borders on being over controlling, dehumanizing, and abusive. (Evil grin) It certainly does. However, we both want to put him through a refining fire so that all that remains of him is the perfect servant. His attire is not only for him. When I see him in his drab clothes I’m reminded to be intentional in how I treat him. I admit that we are a little over the top but it’s what we both want. Don’t ever call it play. We have a serious goal in mind.

All of my past training of him is paying off in a very practical way. When I’m that stressed, my sexual drive usually drops. So, I decided to do the same to him. I’ve kept him in chastity most of the time. Once a week, after punishment, I would have him kneel in front of the toilet and pump one out while I ridiculed his size and manhood.

Verbal abuse was a problem for me when we started but now one wicked harsh comment after another comes burbling up from some endless fountain of evil bitchiness I never knew was there. I feel a psychological release after such a session. I only gave him five minutes to complete his task but he was usually done in less.

I can’t believe I did this to him for weeks. I can’t believe it got me off but it did. When he finished I always demanded oral sex. The sight of him fisting himself so desperately while I berated him created in me enough interest to want an orgasm. That was about the sum of our sex life last semester.

Saturday afternoon is Butler’s usual scheduled release time. While we are on vacation in Florida we do not have sex. I think it’s good for him to go without for a while each year and I know Heather appreciates his celibacy. Usually, I don’t keep him locked constantly. Each week, I manually manipulate him while I verbally humiliate him. It’s not a long chore. He usually orgasms quickly. I alway give him a time limit. I occasionally find some flaw in his service, and I will skip a week to keep him sharp. If I skip a week, I put him in his cage to assure his compliance. I believe he would tell the truth, but I also want to avoid nocturnal emissions. We have discovered that this regime reinforces my dominance and his submission. However, after we “socially distanced” him because of the virus, I am no longer able to offer him even that small consolation.

I admit I was feeling a bit sorry for him. I wanted to give him a moment to let him know I appreciated his complete cooperation about everything. We are in this together. This morning I left him with very specific instructions at the door. After lunch, he reported on his knees with those items that I required.

The double glass doors from the living room to the back porch were open but the curtains were drawn. I readied myself and had Suzie draw the curtain. Butler knelt naked about six feet from the door. Inside, also naked, I sat on the couch facing him with my legs spread. He has almost not seen me naked for two months. I loved this moment. I could feel his passion wash over me like a wave.

As instructed, Suzie threw him the keys to his chastity cage. He quickly removed it and instantly began attaching the small pile of clothespins he brought onto his nipples and testicles. Suzie sat beside me on the couch. He had read my rules. He could not touch himself until Suzie was between my legs. We lingered for a while kissing on the couch. I have sensitive nipples and Suzie can almost bring me to orgasm simply by sucking on them. I purposefully was giving myself an advantage. Almost there, I reached over to the side table and twisted the dial of an old fashioned kitchen timer. I pulled Suzie?s head between my legs and Butler started pulling on his flaccid penis. Butler knew, as usual, that he had a time limit. If he were unable to orgasm within five minutes he would have to beat the tops of his thighs with the belt he had brought.

I had guessed that Butler would be unable to achieve an erection while he was in so much discomfort from the clothespins on his testicles but I was wrong. Maybe it was what he was seeing or it was because of how Suzie had been teasing him all week but I noticed that he quickly became hard. All three of us did our best in a race to finish. He tried valiantly, but I could tell the clothespins were distracting him. When I realized that he was not going to make it, the thought of his frustration, and with the help of Suzie?s administrations, I was soon deliciously over the top. I clutched the back of Suzie?s head and cried out. About thirty seconds into my afterglow, the kitchen timer went off. I heard Butler?s stifled scream of desperation. It was too late for him. His five minutes were up.

He collapsed, hunched forward, breathing heavily. Several moments passed. Butler slowly straightened up and began removing the clothespins, and as anticipated, they hurt more coming off. His erection flagged with the pain. He was able to cram his defeated cock back into its cage. It was wonderful to watch. It was a perfect victory that I assumed was over.

However, from the hallway I heard Heather. Obviously, Suzie had told her of our plans. She had been waiting, out of sight, to see the outcome. If it had come out differently, she would, no doubt, have quietly withdrawn but this opportunity to humble Butler further was too rich to pass up. She swept in and sneered, “I see he’s too old and weak to orgasm like a man!” She sat beside me on the couch, hiked up her skirt and pulled Suzie’s head toward her center. To Butler she snarled, “I understand there is a punishment for being such a wimp. Do it slowly and hard. I want to hear the leather hitting your legs.”

Delighted to see Heather join in our games, I leaned over and began kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. I could hear the leather smacking the thighs of my slave and all felt right with the world. I’m afraid that we pulled Suzie back and forth a couple of times while Butler kept up the beat. Finally, Heather and I were done. She rose and gave Butler a wintry and distant smile. She made the little personal sound she makes when she wants Suzie to follow her. Suzie scurried after her hoping, I’m sure, for her own release.

I was barely able to motion to Butler to stop beating his thighs while I sank blissfully back into the couch. i must have slept because I don?t remember when he stiffly stood up, gathered his things, and crept away. He knew I was pleased with him. I was done with him for the day. He never fails to please.

Heather was adamant about one thing. Since we continue to send Butler out on errands such as to shop for groceries, she ended Butler coming into the kitchen to clean, (And, he worked so hard for that privilege. Ha! )

I thought about it, and the idea suddenly became erotic. We will completely cut Butler off. He will deposit his shopping at the back door and leave it for us. When we are outside by the pool, he must not stand closer than ten feet. I told Heather that I would enjoy teasing Butler through the window. Heather laughed, but I know that she won’t help. She hates putting on what she calls a ‘show’ for Butler.

I was telling her about my ideas of teasing Butler when Suzie shyly lifted her hand. She looked like a timid student asking a feared professor a question she was afraid might sound stupid. I encouraged her to speak. She wanted to know if I would keep Butler in his chastity cage. I informed her that this week he was in his cage. Also, I would keep him on his weekly release schedule. I’ll probably leave the key by the door each Saturday for a few minutes. Then, she asked if it hurt Butler if he had an erection in his cage? After being assured it would definitely hurt him, she had one more question. “May I help to tease him through the window?”

You could have knocked Heather and me over with a feather. Suzie is really coming out of her shell. Of course, she can help. She’s in her late 20’s. She’s tiny, but very feminine and still somehow curvy. I encouraged her to feel free to drive him crazy. She smiled that sly quiet smile that I’ve come to love. The poor man will be licking the window pane before she is through. Ha! Somehow this has all been good for Suzie. I’m proud to be part of her healing.

I have probably left you with the wrong idea about us socially distancing from Butler. Remember, Butler and I have been practicing the dark arts of female domination for almost 15 years. We know each other. I usually know how he’s going to react to an emergency.

He’s always been my white knight, so I knew he was going to suggest that he be the one that goes out and shops while we stay safely home. In a conversation about the virus and our sensible response, I knew he was just about to suggest our present arrangement. I quickly beat him to it. I didn’t want him to give this to us. I knew he was willing, but it would not have been nearly as much fun for him. I knew he would much rather me play the selfish bitch and take contact away from him while making him continue shopping for us. Sometimes our love looks upside down but truly, it’s not. After all this time, I know what he needs from me. Of course, he instantly agreed to be our only contact with the outside world.

This morning I came into the kitchen for coffee to find Suzie lying on the floor naked with her legs up on the sliding glass door and her ass pressed against the pane. She was slowly luxuriously masturbating. Butler was knelling outside on the back porch surrounded by the his grocery bags completely transfixed. I looked at Suzie and at Butler and I felt that all was right with the world. I leaned down and kissed her then left her to her fun.

It will be two more days until Butler is allowed out of his belt. I admit, I was turned on thinking about his suffering. Instead of going back to my room, I headed to Heather’s where I was certain to find a welcome. I’ve worked very hard and diligently for this lifestyle. Now, all my work is finally paying off. If you work as hard as I have then you too can find what you need.