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q’s Metal Chastity Cage Adaptation for the Masses

"Control the cock, control the boy!"

I’m pleased to report that after months of merciless testing by Mistress Cassandra, the perfected adaptation of the Watchful Mistress combined with the Dreamlover 2000 is going into production. In fact, the great folks at Mature Metal will be showing the tantalizing combination of these two devices at Fetishcon this weekend. So if you’re in that area you can go and see it for yourself. Even better, you can order the pair and feel the power. You have my word that with that electrical encouragement, you will do your best to satisfy whoever holds the remote. My delicious Mistress Cassandra certainly enjoys how attentive I am when fitted with this devious duo. I recently listened to an interview where Mistress Delia and Mistress Layla interviewed Mistress MatureMetal and her craftsman / husband. It was they who artfully prepared the cage I that I’m currently locked into. During the interview, it became apparent that all three of the Mistresses were anxious to get their hands on the controls. I’m sure they will find the responses of their chosen, lucky males just as delightful and Mistress Cassandra does with me.


A blissful marriage – Watchful Mistress & Dreamlover 2000

Goaded on my Mistress Cassandra’s insistence that the Dreamlover 2000 be continuously available and at her disposal as a training incentive, I relentlessly pursued improvements which would enable me to sport this device 24/7. While my earlier attempts at attaching the Dreamlover were very effective at delivering her sinister electronic zap, they failed to be practical for long term wear. However, with a little ingenuity and help from the wonderful people at both Mature Metal and Dreamlover Labs I now have a customized cage that will fulfill my Mistress’s requirements.

A Metal Chastity Cock Lock is the Solution

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Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 3

Everything as it Should Be . . .

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3 – A Gift from Ms. V

I awoke to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. It had been a long and torturous night. While Cassandra had slept nude by my side, the cock ring had continued to inflame my desire with its erotic dancing into the wee hours of the morning. With my hands shackled to the headboard, I was unable to do anything but desperately long for the sexual favors only she could grant. Fortunately the batteries in the relentless plastic tormenter attached to my cock had run down allowing me a little fitful sleep. With the morning sunshine now streaming through the windows, I could see that Cassandra was no longer in our bed. However, in her place was an elegantly wrapped gift covered in deep ruby-red paper. Unable to reach out, I strained to examine it as much as my bound condition allowed. Between the fancy lace bow and ribbons I could just make out the tag written in stylish calligraphy, “To: q, From: Ms. V”. My mind searched for connections. Who was Ms. V? Why was she giving ‘q’ a present? Why was it here next to me on the bed? Having no choice because of my restrained situation, I pondered these and similar questions while I helplessly waited for the beautiful and suddenly mystifying woman of my life. After an excruciating wait, I’m not sure exactly how long because from my locked position I was not able to see the clock on my wife’s nightstand, I heard Cassandra’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Betrayed by my own anatomy and its sex starved condition, my cock rose to salute her femininity.

“Well good morning sleepy head”, she spoke with a cheery voice. “I see you’re finally up”, glancing at my engorged cock as she emphasized the last word. “About time you get it into gear, don’t you think?”

“Sorry my Lady”, I said apologetically; the salutation of reverence becoming almost second nature.

“It’s all right” she said laughingly. “I know I was a bit hard on you last night.” All I could do was moan in frustration. Her clever words, along with the short shorts and bikini top she was wearing, induced the desired reaction in my loins. She sat down on my side of the bed and idly began to fondle my overfilled balls. “Are you ready for breakfast”, she said coyly.

“My Lady, I’m ready to screw like a rabbit”, I responded truthfully.

“Everything as it should be” she said and began to lower one of the straps on her too tight bikini top with the hand that was not playing with balls. As her full breast was slowly reveled, I bent my neck forward. Straining to reach its goal, my mouth opened with anticipation. Slowly as more and more of her feminine charms appeared I hungrily stretched to meet them. “You’re going to be gentle, aren’t you boy.” I nodded yes. “You’re going to be nice to my nipple” more urgent nods. “You’re going to worship it as you know I like.” While I strained and whimpered, the excruciating slow strip tease continued until finally her areola came into view. At the same time her nipple appeared, her hand slid up my cock to my most sensitive spot. I almost passed out from the simultaneous assault on my combined senses. “You want me?” was her rhetorical question, her exposed breast just inches from my watering mouth. “You must to promise to be a good boy today.”

“I promise, my Lady”

“You must promise to do what I say”, she said as the tantalizingly slow massage of my cock continued. “No arguments or disobedience, boy. Otherwise you’ll be… punished”, her manual stimulation stopped as the final word was spoken.

“Please, my Lady, I’ll do anything and everything you say.”

With that, the nipple was pushed forward for my hungry mouth to devour. At the same time, the slow stroking of my cock resumed causing me to swoon yet again. “There” she said, “breakfast for the hungry boy.” I licked and sucked gently at her tit as she stimulated my cock to the brink of orgasm. I was in heaven and didn’t want this to ever end. When she tenderly pulled away I was left breathless. “More?” she asked softly. My urgent nod initiated a repeat of the entire procedure, this time with the other breast. When she felt my impending orgasm approach again, she once again pulled her nipple away from my suckling mouth, got up and stood next to me leaving my angry cock dripping with excitement. “Still hungry?” asked Cassandra unnecessarily. When my pitiful pleadings had satisfied her, she slid off her shorts to expose the beautiful pussy which had become my world this week.  With one hand, she reached down and started to massage herself. “Well done boy, you’ve made me all wet.” Moistening a finger with her womanly juice, she smeared the musky fragrance on my upper lip. As the bouquet of natural feminine perfume engulfed my world and heightened my desire to yet another higher level, she asked “do you think my pussy is attractive?”

“Oh God, Cassandra… I mean my Lady” quickly trying to recover, “it’s beautiful. It’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” again telling the truth.

“She” corrected my wife. “She’s the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen is how you must phrase that.”

“Yes, my dear. Yes, my Lady, she’s the most beautiful pussy in the world.”

“Would you like to have a closer look?” Cassandra asked as her hand crept back to my still ridged shaft.

“Please” I begged in earnest. “Please… Oh God, Please let me see her up close, my Lady. Please!”

With that my wife jumped onto the bed. Her legs straddled my bound hands so that her pussy was inches from my face. “There you go, now you can see her in all her glory.” With my wife’s temple of womanhood so near my eyes, my entire field of view was consumed with her magnificent pussy. “Would you like to kiss her?” was her next question.

“You know I would, my Lady. Please, may I kiss your pussy?”

“Not yet” was the disappointing response. Her hand continued toying with my cock as she spoke, “I think you need to be a bit more respectful… more reverent when you speak to her. Don’t call her my pussy; from now on you will call her Ms. V.” The words shot through me like a lightning bolt. Ms V, respectful, Ms. V, reverent, Ms. V and the package on the bed. It all came together like an epiphany from the gods.

I cried out, “Please, Ms V, please may I kiss you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy and so gorgeous. I need to kiss you before I go mad with desire.”

Satisfied, my wife slowly lowered Ms. V to my face and I reveled in her wondrousness. I kissed her gently, no tongue to start. I kissed her all over; my lust fueled as much from the sight, smell and taste as from the incredible dexterity of my wife’s hand upon my throbbing member. The minutes ticked by as I worshiped Ms V in a manner I hoped was pleasing. I began to use my tongue and was rewarded with signals of passion escaping Cassandra’s lips; both sets of them. She must have had several orgasms before Cassandra lifted Ms V from my reach and smiled back with a lustful grin full of satisfaction.

“Very nice…. You have pleased Ms. V” she spoke still trembling. “You have delighted her sufficiently to earn a gift in return.” My fleeting hope was that Cassandra meant we could fuck. I shuddered with frustration as Cassandra released my cock and picked up the package on the bed. “Would you like to open it now?” When my futile struggling made it clear that my bondage would not permit such a task, my wife giggled and said, “Very well then, I will help you… this time.” I was reminded of the sexiness of my wife’s hands as she teased open the ribbons on the ruby red gift with the same dexterity she had only moments ago used on by penis.  As the wrapping fell away, I was presented with a shiny metal cage about the size of my closed fist. Not understanding, I looked to Cassandra’s eyes for enlightenment. “It’s for your cock, silly boy”, she said with glee. Since I still looked at her with a puzzled expression, she continued. “This is a gift from Ms. V which will make you honor her so much more. In fact, this is much like a wedding ring. Here, let me show you.” She continued speaking as if to an audience. “Do you, Quinn, take Ms. V as your lawfully wedded wife; to love, honor and obey?” She was fumbling with my cock as she spoke; pulling and twisting my ball in a gentle but firm manner. When she was finished, she turned and looked at me. “Well, do you?” she asked in a direct and forceful tone.

I only thought of one thing to say. “I do.”

And with that I heard a distinctive click as though a lock was being closed and my wife said once more “Everything as it should be.”

Cassandra resumed her position with her legs on either side of my face and spoke, “You may now kiss the bride.” And I did, repeatedly.

Next Chapter


Mistress Cassandra’s City of Chastity and Denial

Mistress Cassandra's City

Cassandraville – Where all your wishes don’t come true

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Beginnings…

A beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 2010 and my world is ruled by Mistress Cassandra. I have voluntarily committed myself into Her custody and care in which all decisions regarding my sexuality are explicitly controlled. You may be asking yourself why someone would do this. There is no one single answer that will completely satisfy your query. Instead, I propose that you explore these pages,  keep an open mind, avoid judging what you have not experienced and form a conclusion based on my recounting of the events.  

your host and Her servent, q