Young Bride

Young bride

I had a feeling letting her lock me in chastity was a bad idea, but being the lifelong submissive boy I was, I had allowed her to do it shortly before our weekend getaway.

After three days, I was going crazy with lust. As a wealthy man with a beautiful young bride, a woman who’d been my secretary prior to our dating and getting married (we’d been married a month) I believed myself entitled to pleasure whenever I wanted it. Even though she’d agreed to cater to my submissive desires, she’d always ended all dominance “play” when I’d requested it.

But it had been three days since she’d locked up my penis, and now, we were on my boat together, and she looked so provocative in her bikini. When I’d asked to be released, she had smiled, put handcuffs on my wrists behind my back (she knew I loved bondage) and made me sit down. She sat across from me, looking so beautiful, and smiled at me.

“It’s time for some truth,” Lana began. “Ever since we started dating, I have waited for the perfect moment, and I think this is it. You, there, wearing only swim trunks and a chastity cage, handcuffed and helpless, trembling with desire for your young wife. Now is the time.”

I swallowed. “What do you mean, Lana?”

Her face became stern. “No more talking from you until I command it. In a few moments, your naked body will be lying across my thighs and I will be giving you the first real, authentic spanking of our relationship. After the spanking, you will kiss my feet and surrender yourself to permanent chastity enslavement, and sign over your company and your assets to me - I’ve already drawn up the papers. Once I own everything, including you, we will return to our home, where I’ve already replaced the house staff with all females, all of whom will now hold authority over you for the rest of your life. Of course, I am the Queen Supreme, but any order any female gives you, you will obey, and you will never leave the house again, it is your prison.”

I felt tears in my eyes. She wasn’t joking, I felt the truth of it in my heart, and my loins. Despite the terror, my cage twitched. She giggled.

“I see part of you likes being enslaved,” Lana told me. “I knew you would. Now, on your knees, kiss my feet and let’s make this official. Ask me to spank you.”

I trembled, and when I stood to kneel, she whisked off my trunks. I was naked as I kissed her dazzling feet.

“Please, Miss Lana,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, my old life slipping away with each word. “Please spank me.”