My Female Boss Takes Control Ch. 05 by RussBeLucky

My Female Boss Takes Control Ch. 05 by RussBeLucky

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[Another episode of Darren’s submission to his boss Jane. This starts the day after Darren got a full body waxing and was locked into a chastity cage.]

Twenty four hours ago, lying naked on a table in front of Jane, I had handed over the key with barely a thought. She had just watched me get a full body waxing, I had just had an explosive orgasm with my cock gripped between her knees.

She’d locked me in the cage, handed me the key and given me the chance to walk away or give it back and she would make all my orgasms that good. My awestruck head was so busy thinking ‘explosive orgasms’, that ‘fewer orgasms’ hadn’t registered, and I willingly hung the key round her neck.

That felt like a stupid choice now that I was painfully aware of the reality of fewer orgasms. But that’s how helpless I am when I’m with her. Her presence, and my need to submit, overwhelm me.

Alone in my flat on Saturday afternoon it all feels very different. I still want to be her pet, her plaything. But I haven’t slept since we parted and my balls ache so badly that their pain reaches up through my body to my stomach. I have tried to distract myself with household tasks. The flat is positively gleaming and my car is washed and polished.

I have tried standing in the shower and blasting my groin with cold water. That softens my cock for a while, but my balls still ache and the tip of my cock still tingles with anticipation.

Then my mind goes back to those final moments before she left me on Friday. Reliving those few seconds when she bit my earlobe, licked across my ear with her strong hot tongue and told me she’d be fucking me next week, had my head spinning and my cock rising to battle with the metal cage yet again.

Following her instructions to insert and remove the new larger plug five times a day wasn’t helping either. Maybe the first couple of times had. Even with the plug smothered in lube, the burning sensation as it stretched my hole was uncomfortable enough to distract me. But the third time hadn’t been so bad, and the fourth time I’d actually paused with the plug half in and rocked it around a bit before pushing it all the way in.

The idea of being fucked by Jane both shocked and thrilled me. I had always thought of myself as wholly straight and thoroughly masculine before all this had started. Now I was excited by the idea of this powerful woman pinning me down and pushing a plastic cock in and out of my arse.

I didn’t think was the sensation of anal sex that appealed to me at that point. That still felt too strange an admission to make even to myself, despite the way I’d started to ‘play’ with the plug rather just follow Jane’s instructions. Most exciting was the idea that I would submit, or even just be ‘taken’ by this superior woman.

Whatever my mixed up motivations, the fact was that the cage round my cock had me constantly cycling through euphoria and misery, and everything ached between my thighs and my ribs. After just 24 hours! How was I going to survive until Thursday? And now that I thought about it, she hadn’t actually said she was taking it off then. How would I even cope with going to work.

I decided I had to contact her. I was going to have to beg for some chance of relief. I wondered how angry she would be? Would she show some mercy? What should I say? I dithered for nearly an hour before eventually sending a text.

‘Goddess. I am so lucky to be allowed to serve you. I think of you constantly and long to be in your presence again. But I am finding this challenge so very hard. May I ask how long I am to wear the cage? Your faithful pet.’

It was a good half hour before she replied, during which I feared the worse for her response.

‘Evening pet! I wondered how long you would last before getting in touch. I didn’t imagine you would make it through six nights without pleading for relief.’

‘So here’s what we’ll do. I will release you and let you cum ONCE between now and Thursday..’

‘Thank you Goddess. Can it be tonight?’

‘You’re not thinking this through are you pet. There are five nights left. If you use up your one release tonight, the next four nights will feel like forever. Besides, I’m going out with friends tonight. Why don’t you go out too, take your mind off it?’

I’d already rejected this idea. I was still mastering the art of peeing accurately through the hole at the end of the cage. The idea of attempting that in a dingy pub toilet and mopping myself up afterwards was pretty grim.

‘I don’t think I can manage that Goddess.’

‘Well, it’s your life. At least go for a run or do some exercises. Your balls must feel pretty blue by now and exercise will ease the pain. I will let you cum tomorrow night.’

‘Thank you Goddess.’ Tomorrow seemed a long time away but the news still lifted my mood a little.

‘There are two conditions though.’

‘Yes Goddess. Of course.’

‘First, I decide how you cum. Second, there will be a price to pay.’

I stared at my phone, waiting to hear the price, but no message came. Was she expecting a response?

‘Of course Goddess. What will the price be?’

‘Well, you already owe five blows for disobeying me last week, and another five for lewdly opening your legs yesterday as if I was there to serve your needs. So, what would you say this act of mercy was worth?’

I wasn’t sure where to start. Was this request worth more than disobeying or less. My business brain said there no point starting high.

‘Three Goddess?’

‘THREE! For me coming out on a Sunday night so you can spunk off?’

‘Five Goddess?’

‘Better. I’ll settle for seven.’

‘Thank you Goddess.’ Seven, plus the other ten. I shuddered. More than my first punishment session.

‘I will text you in the morning with some instructions. Go and have that run.’

‘Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess.’

I didn’t fancy the run but I did do some press-ups, squats and lunges. It helped a bit. I managed some sleep that night. The next morning though the blue balls were back. I took her advice and went for a run. Halfway round the park my phone beeped and I sat down on a bench to read the message.

‘It will be sometime after nine. I want you dressed up for the occasion. Wear the pink espadrilles, the blue harem pants and the thong. You’ll need a top to complete the outfit. What’s the brightest colour teeshirt you own?’

‘Sky blue Goddess.’

‘Perfect. Cut the sleeves off including the seams, so the opening start two inches below your armpit and slants halfway towards the neck. Cut out a v-shape from the neck to a point midway between your nipples. Cut off the bottom half of the teeshirt from a point midway between your nipples and your navel.’

I pictured the alterations. I had to turn the teeshirt into a crop top. I was going to look pretty silly.

‘Make sure you’re changed and ready to go when I text. If you don’t have the What Three Words app on your phone, download it. Wear the plug as well’

No more messages appeared.

‘Thank you Goddess.’

With nothing else to do on my own, I spent ages getting ready. I put the teeshirt on and carefully made cutting marks before changing it into a crop top. Looking at the result in the mirror I felt I’d made a pretty good job of it. I did feel ridiculous, but it looked quite neat.

The waxed chest and arms helped. I would have looked worse with a hairy chest and arms. There was no getting away from the male body shape though. The top was quite close-fitting even with the bigger openings cut in it. I was in good shape. I hadn’t succumbed to the man-boobs some of my middle aged colleagues had. My nipples were visibly erect, but obviously small and male. No one would think I was a flat chested woman. I was glad that it would be dark by nine.

Freshly shaved and showered I was sat in the car well before nine wearing a jacket over the blue top.

When Jane hadn’t called by nine thirty I was feeling pretty self conscious and had to go and park somewhere else. At least it was dark now. Finally my phone beeped.

‘flattered,sticks,coaster’

‘Park behind my car. It’s blue and the last three letters on the plate are RBL. You have 20 min.’

I pasted the three words into the app. The good news was the location was pretty isolated, out on the moors along a track from the road. The bad news was it was quite a trip out of town. I drove as rapidly as I could, but trying not to attract attention.

Eventually I found the right road and cruised along looking for the track in the dark. Pulling in, I paused to pull off the jacket and stash it behind my seat. I drove along the dark track trying to spot her car and hopefully no one else.

Eventually the gravel track widened to a large triangle and I saw her car. It was a small sports car she’d never driven to work. I coasted up behind and turned off the engine. The cabin light in her car came on and she got out. She looked great. She wore tight jeans, boots up to just the knee and a puffer jacket.

It wasn’t completely dark. There was a fairly full moon. Although the city was over the brow of the hill, there was still a glow from the lights. Jane had also left her cabin light on. I looked around anxiously, but thankfully couldn’t see anyone. There was no noise other than the hum of traffic on the motorway in the valley below.

‘That’s quite a look pet. Give us a twirl.’

I nervously spun round.

‘You’ve made a neat job of that. Well done.’

I felt stupidly proud at being praised for cutting up a shirt. But then I groaned inwardly as she said, ‘worth a picture I think.’

She took her phone out her pocket and held it up. ‘Stand facing me with your feet apart. Wider than your shoulders. Good. Now put your hands on your hips and push your elbows back. That’s it. Now, lean forward and blow me a kiss.’

I felt as awkward as hell, but I did it and held the pose while she bobbed about taking several pictures. But it was hard to ignore the pain from my groin. My cock had come here for release and was trying to burst out of its cage.

She smiled and moved to the back her car and crooked her finger at me. She opened the boot lid and held out her hand. ‘Trousers.’