Today reminded me why I love serving Red, not just sexually, but in every part of life.
She was in a temper when I got home. Clearly stressed, but she named it for what it was. She didn’t take it out on me, just admitted she was overwhelmed. That alone meant a lot.
I gently pointed out that we had the house to ourselves. She paused, thought for a moment, then walked toward the bedroom. I followed her, and by the time I stepped inside, she was already in her underwear.
We kissed. She pushed me down. I didn’t say anything. I just got to work with my tongue. I added two fingers, slow and deep, pressing her G-spot just the way she likes it. She came in record time.
Afterward, she played with my caged cock for a bit. Just teasing. It didn’t lead to anything more, but it didn’t need to. That touch, after everything, was enough to make my body burn all over again.
Later, I got some oil and gave her a proper foot massage.
Now I’m cooking us dinner. Pork chops and vegetables. Simple, but made with care.
I’m still locked, still aching, still frustrated in all the right ways. But I’m not empty. I feel full because I got to please her. I got to make her feel better on a hard day. I got to serve.
This is the life I want. This is who I want to be.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
Blindfolded.
Cuffs on my wrists.
Kneeling on the bed as I waited for Red to come back to the bedroom, just as she’d instructed.
I had no idea what was in store for me, but it was clear she had something in mind.
I was excited.
Nervous, but excited.
When she returned, she walked softly, almost sneaking up on me, and placed a hand on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear to be a good boy and not make too much noise. Or there would be consequences.
I was instructed to spread my legs and kneel as she locked my hands behind my back with the cuffs.
It was cold at first as she lubed up my asshole and gently pushed the plug into place. I immediately knew which one. The vibrating one. She hadn’t turned it on yet, but just having it inside me felt good.
The next sound I heard was the soft rattle of light chains, and she asked if I knew what was coming.
I nodded and said yes. The nipple clamps. The ones that hurt.
I could hear the smile in her voice as she told me to sit up and be still. She pinched my nipples, and I felt the sharp sting as she clamped them on. It was much more bearable than the last time, so maybe I’m getting better at managing pain, but still, the ache was constant. It was a reminder that I was under her control.
And then she unlocked my cock.
What followed was a series of teasing touches, some gentle, some cruel.
Feather light fingers and pinwheels. Claws drawn across my skin. Sharp tools dragging along my thighs, my belly, my shaft. Sometimes her fingers. Sometimes silence.
I didn’t know what she’d do next, and that was part of the beauty of it. I felt completely vulnerable. Completely hers.
I was hard at first. Then not. Then hard again. Then soft.
She kept reaching for me, stroking me, and I could feel that she wanted me hard, but my body didn’t respond the way either of us hoped it would.
I wasn’t embarrassed in that moment. But I did start to feel pressure, internal, not from her to perform. To give her the response she had planned for. And the more I realized it wasn’t happening, the more my arousal became tangled in anxiety.
Still, I stayed in the moment. I truly enjoyed myself. I felt owned, dominated, stimulated in a way that was much deeper than just physical.
There was a moment when she pressed her clit against my fingers, even though my hands were cuffed behind my back. I managed to rub her. And just like that, I was hard. Immediately.
Not from being touched, but from touching her.
From being used by her. That was the moment my body responded the way we both wanted. And that says something about what kind of arousal this is for me.
But it didn’t last and I went soft again.
Eventually she said we were done. The transition from scene to after was… sharp. One second I was in it, kneeling, cuffed, blind and floating in submission, and the next it was over.
She told me she’d planned on edging me, switching between pain and pleasure, and that it didn’t go as she had hoped. She said she’d wanted to finish by using my mouth since my cock was “useless,” but by then she wasn’t in the mood. I understood. I could tell she was disappointed.
And I found myself feeling disappointed too. Not in her, but in my body.
She had planned something for me. For us. She tried. She really tried. And I admire that deeply. But I was left feeling a little like I’d failed her. Like my body had let her down.
I reassured her in the moment, and I meant every word. That I had loved what she did. That I felt submissive and aroused even if my cock didn’t show it. That I want more of that kind of scene. More surrender, more uncertainty, more of her.
And I still do.
But I also realized something important. This kind of play doesn’t always turn me on in a conventional sense. It hits somewhere deeper in me. Somewhere sacred. And if she ever does want to focus on my cock, I’d gladly take a Viagra next time. Not because I think something’s wrong with me, but because I want to give her what she wants, with the tools we have.
This isn’t about fixing anything. It’s about learning. Growing. Refining.
She didn’t do anything wrong.
She gave me everything I crave: her presence, her control, her sadism, her voice.
All I want, going forward, is to feel like I’m still good enough when my body doesn’t react the way she hoped it would.
To know that she still sees me as hers even when I’m soft.
To be brought down from that intense space in a way that reminds me that I was a good boy. I served. I obeyed.
That I’m not just useful when I get hard. I’m useful because I belong to her.
And I want to keep showing her that. Every chance I get.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
It started in the shower. We washed each other, and it was erotic from the first touch. But it shifted when she told me to kneel and wash her feet. I was down there, soaking wet, and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her toes. I needed to. She didn’t tell me to, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Then, when I got back up, she grabbed me by the neck and shoved my face into the wall while she scrubbed my back. Not gently. Not asking. She took me. Then spun me around and held me by the throat while scrubbing my chest. I felt completely claimed.
In the bedroom, she sent me to get water. I didn’t move fast enough. She let me know the second I walked back in that I’d taken too long. She didn’t yell. She didn’t need to. She just looked at me and said, “Go down on me.” And I did. Tried to start with soft kisses on her thighs, but she didn’t want romance. She shoved my face in and made me work.
I gave her everything. Tongue, fingers, full focus. No teasing. Just service.
When she came, she let me up, and to my surprise, she unlocked me. Had me sit across her. And she edged me. Slowly. Thoroughly. Her mouth. Her hands. Always stopping just before I lost control.
She told me to massage her breasts while she worked my cock.
I had to tell her to slow down several times since she’d made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to cum. Not even a ruined orgasm.
She’s made it clear that she’s been too generous with those lately anyway.
Eventually she got so wet she told me to fuck her. I did. Somehow I didn’t cum. I managed to keep going for a good while and she really started to enjoy herself. When I sensed I was getting close I pulled out and went back to licking her. Then back to fucking. Then back to licking. Over and over. I was dripping, barely holding on. She was wild. Completely in it. She came again at the end while I fingered her and she used her toy.
We cuddled. We laughed. It was beautiful.
Then she told me to lock back up. And when my cock didn’t soften fast enough, she threw a washcloth on me and poured cold water down. No sympathy. Just a wet bed and a locked cock.
I’ve had to get up three times tonight because the cage hurt so bad from nocturnal erections. My cock’s sore. My balls are tight. My whole body feels like it’s been wrung out.
But it was worth it.
Because she used me.
Because she was pleased.
Because I know exactly who I am.
Hers.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
I expected a quiet couple of days after the wild weekend Red and I shared.
Friday was a fun,though not perfectly executed experiment. Saturday, however, was one of the most passionate nights we’ve had in a long time. Red is always engaged when we’re intimate, but there was something almost feral in her that night. Raw. Hungry. Utterly in control.
On Sunday, she got her period, so things slowed down. No sex, but the day was full of soft affection. We cuddled, kissed, and stayed close. Quiet, yes, but still deeply intimate.
So when Monday rolled around, I had low expectations. Our kids just started their summer break, Red is still recovering from surgery, and I’m the only one waking early for work. By mid-afternoon, I was dragging. The only thing keeping me going was the thought of seeing her again.
And then I got a message.
From Red.
“When you get home, you’re going to clean the shower. Naked. Butt plug in. And it stays in until I tell you otherwise.”
I got hard in the cage immediately.
It’s hard to put into words how much it means when she commands me like that. I felt seen. Valued. Desired. She wasn’t just indulging me. She was owning me. Validating my submission and getting something from it herself.
So I obeyed.
I cleaned the shower, as ordered. Naked. Plug in. I added some extra chores because it felt right. I spent quality time with her, basking in her presence. And when we went to bed, I felt light. Grounded. Grateful.
Happy.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
