It Started With Chastity pt 9.

You stood over the stove in the kitchen, the satin night dress your wife had insisted on you wearing felt light and cool against your skin. The butt plug in your arse made your balls ache. You had been up since five am, You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Being locked in chastity and constantly being teased and fucked by your hot wife kept you on edge all the time - it had been weeks since your last orgasm - your night erections wake you up several times per night, the flood of testosterone around half four every morning made your cock want to swell and stay hard all morning. But the cage prevented this. It was painful. So, your wife had decided to incorporate it into your lifestyle. Now, every morning your routine was, get up at five am. Fuck your arse with the 9" dildo on the dresser, but don't cum. Plug your arse. Then do your morning exercises. Since she had been dating Barry your wife had become a total gym junkie, four evenings per week her a Barry would go to the gym and train like athletes. A friend of Barry''s was a sports nutritionist and had worked out a carefully measured macronutrient diet for both of them. Your duty was to prepare her meals for the day, after you had done your exercises.

Unlike your wife, you didn't lift weights, she had given you a set of resistance bands and had got one of the trainers at the gym to write you a 'core and booty' workout. She even told him it was for her husband, to make you slimmer and more shapely.

You put finished the scrambled eggs and placed them on the plate next to sliced avocado and smoked salmon, her favourite.

"Morning sweetie." You felt her hands around your waist as she placed a tender kiss on your cheek, "mmm, smells delicious!"

She sat down at the kitchen table, you picked up the plate and turned to face her. She looked divine in her trendy trouser suit and high heels, the neck of her silk shirt open just enough to show the top of her cleavage.

"You look incredible baby." You said.

She frowned a little, "sweetie, I've been doing s lot of reading lately about female led relationships and female supremacy." You nodded, you knew exactly what she had been reading, curled up on the sofa every evening, each evening she wasn't with Barry that is. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to address me so informally anymore. From now on, you may call me Mistress, Miss or Goddess... nothing more. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ho-- Mistress." You said meekly, knowing that any resistance was futile at this point.

"Good girl," she said in a slightly mocking tone, she had been using this kind of language increasingly to tease you. Despite the humiliating nature of it, due to your mental state it always made your loins tingle. Being on constant edge seemed to make you increasingly submissive and you had come to enjoy your wife's growing dominance over you. "I love that nightie on you, by the way, that was a great idea to make you wear that. It feels just like I'm spooning my lesbian lover at night," she giggled. "Anyway next month is your birthday and I want to make it a really special day, so you will start saving up your allowance so that you can spoil me. I'll give you a list of presents to buy and you will book us a table at that nice French restaurant in town. Do you understand?"

"Yes dear... I mean Mistress."

She finished her breakfast and rose up from the table, walking over to you as you washed up at the sink. You felt her hand stroke the back of your hair, the hair that was now hung down by your jaw since she had banned you from getting it cut. She kissed you on the cheek again.

"Barry will be here to pick me up soon. Finish off your cleaning duties and don't be late for work again, I don't want to be hearing any more negative reports from your boss." She said sternly as she headed for the front door.

You knew that you had to get your arse in gear if the house was going to be clean enough before you left. She was right about your boss, not only had been late several times but your performance was suffering due to your tiredness. Miss had said that you would be allowed to have a naps during the daytime of all your chores were done, but napping at work obviously wouldn't float. She obviously just said it to dangle a carrot.

You hated to think of her at work with Barry all day. You knew that they often fucked on their lunch break. You knew because she always told you about it. She was doing really well at work though, she was close to getting a promotion that would see her salary double meaning that she earned more than you. This is the way it should be, she had told you, women should always be the main bread winner in a relationship. Women, according to her, should be in all the positions of power and influence. If the world was run by women like her and men were their subordinates, there would be no more wars, no more poverty and far less crime. The egos of weak minded men, she said, had ruined the world for centuries. It was time for the Gynarchy to rise up and crush the patriarchal rule of religious conservatism. You pondered on this, those books had really brainwashed her, you thought. But you had to admit she did have a point about the power structure of the world.

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"I really love you." You said as you pulled on your shirt.

It was the day of your birthday meal. It felt good to be allowed to wear masculine clothes in the house for the first time in many months. You smiled at your Mistress as she slid on the figure hugging dress you had bought her for your birthday. Every present you had been instructed to buy was something for her. A whole wardrobe's worth of clothes it seemed. Plus a new cock cage, an even smaller one. It pinched inside your trousers, there would be no way you would ever get hard in that, you thought.

Laster that evening as the waiter cleared your dishes away, she reached across the table and took your hand in hers, fixing your eyes with hers. "I've had lovely evening sweetie, thank you for my presents. This is such a great idea, this way I get to have two birthdays a year and you get to spoil me twice as much. Aren't you grateful?"

"Yes d- Miss. Thank you for allowing me to spend so much quality time with you these past few days."

She smiled at you, "come on, pay the bill and let's go home, I have a surprise for you."

What could it be? You thought.

Less than an hour later and you were standing in the bedroom. Your gorgeous Mistress was standing looking divine, as always, A hand on the door of your wardrobe. "You know all those clothes and accessories you bought?" She opened the closet.

"I took the liberty of replacing all your old clothes sweetie!"

Your mouth dropped open. "Wh-where are my clothes?" You bleated out.

"These are your clothes honey!" She beamed, "I donated all your old stuff to the charity shop on your behalf. From now on, you only wear female clothes like a pretty little girl."

"What? Wh- what about work?"

"Hm... we'll talk about that tomorrow. Now get undressed and get on your knees, I want my girlfriend to lick my cunt!"

TBC

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