An urge...

Sometimes I just have an urge...

I had been inspired by a photo from my prospective new man. 

I had an urge to suck cock... just to have it in my mouth. My mouth full.. completely penetrated..

I had been at work all day in my summer dress and black tights with black patent high heeled shoes.

I called in to see my boy and, laying upstairs on the bed, I asked him to fetch my handbag. He hurried off to do as I asked. I took his keys out of the zip pocket in my bag and threw them over to him. He didn't hesitate in getting cocklet out.
I rubbed my tired aching feet over his face. He held onto my smooth tight covered legs and pulled my feet close over his nose, breathing me in as I layed back and sucked on him...

It was delightful.

Urge satisified, cocklet back in his cage, boy very, very grateful.

Maybe....

I mentioned that my boy had pretty much been fruitless in his search for a man to join us in our cuckolding relationship. It is a big ask... Like with my boy, I'm very particular and only accept the best.

I have now instructed my boy to take the ads down...

I am in communication with a very nice, attractive young man though. It's very, very early days just yet, but you never know. It might just work.

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This evening my boy accompanied me to the gym. I showed him a photo of my new man. I told him how young, fit and attractive his body is... How much I like him, and I made my boy sit and agree with me how nice he looked.

 

cocklet jumped around in his cage... I noticed.

 

I have my fingers crossed.

 

New name for cock..

Since my last post about the man I had noticed on my drive to work, my boy and I have been talking very much more seriously about the prospect of cuckolding. We have discussed it many times before but I had not felt ready to embark on it for real until our relationship was absolutely secure and established.

I did not want my boy feeling threatened by someone else in the sense that he risked losing me. I wanted him to understand that it would only serve to make his devotion and commitment to me even stronger.

My boy offered to search for an appropriate bull for me, and I accepted his offer, though was doubtful he'd find me anyone one who I deemed suitable.

I was pretty much right. The men who saw themselves as 'bull' were, in general, not the type of man that I wanted any association with. Just as when I was looking for my boy, I wanted someone quite unique.
As my boy sifted through the many applicants, we were of course sent photographs, displaying various shapes and sizes.......

Some were huge.

Looking at these, and then seeing my silver cage on poor boy made me see him differently. He was so very much smaller, babyish almost, and so I began referring to him as cocklet.

This is his new name.

cocklet.

Turning a Corner..

On my drive to work I passed a car. A white Merc. I was driving slowly round a corner and the car approached slowly too.

It was being driven by a man. He was maybe in his late 40's, tanned, immaculately groomed. He wore a crisp, white shirt which was brilliant against his tanned skin. He had grey flecks in his hair. Sophisticated. Intelligent. Well off. Successful.

I imagined somehow, that I got to meet this man. Allowing him to take me out. Getting to know him. He is who I would allow my boy to share me with. One day, my boy will have to share me.

Cock is spending increasing amounts of time locked away. He doesn't even get to come out and point very often now.

It may take years to find a suitable man, just as it took years to find my perfect slave. But I see this is the direction we are heading in.

shed.........

Training Shed.

Although my boy came to me fully committed to and in need of chastity and servitude, he was coming to me from a very normal life. From the outside, we both hold regular jobs and would appear to anyone else to be quite normal folk.

With this in mind, the contrast of being thrown into enforced, longterm, unrelenting chastity has had it's little glitches. That is only to be expected. From one extreme to another. From overuse of his sexual freedom to having it completely taken away from him.

And I have high standards. I expect not just chastity, but a chastity slave. I expect him to serve and to be devoted to me.
There have been times when he has retaliated against this. When he has thought I have been wrong or unfair.

What he has yet to learn, that unfair or wrong, it doesn't matter. He does as I say. I expect nothing less. Often that is very unfair. 

He criticises me for never admitting fault, but if I did, if I believed there are times when I am not the strongest link in our chain, then I would not be me. I would not be who I am. I would not be able to dominate and rule him in the way I do if I was weak willed or didn't have absolute belief in myself.

So coming to me from his position of authority at work, of being a leader, a manager, someone in control, it has had it's challenges to truly submit to me.

But I help him by not shifting my stance when he fights against me. I help him by being strong and showing him this is the way it is going to be. He does sulk at times. But I just wait. I am very patient, and I know that eventually he will come round to admitting I am right, even when I am wrong in his eyes.

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While we were exploring his new garden the other week, I investigated a little shed. It was full of cobwebs and clutter and rubbish. But I thought how perfect it would be for my boy. A little house for him. A special place for when he forgets who is in charge. A training house. A cold, uncomfortable place where he could spend time on quiet reflection.

I gave him instruction to clean it out and told him my plan for the little house.

That afternoon he set to work and cleaned his place. He scrubbed the cold brick floor and swilled it out.

It's now very lovely. 

It will serve him well.

      

 
                                                    

Financial Rules.

I have for some time now had control of my boy's finances. I have the only access to his bank account and his wages and he no longer has any idea of how much money is in there. He is given pocket money fortnightly to pay for his essentials.

He is required to keep a financial record of how his pocket money is spent and has to submit receipts to me as evidence. I periodically scrutinise his book and record keeping.

I recently did such a scrutiny, and have the following requirements for my boy..

(He has not been told of these yet, and does not know where to find his new rules. All I know is that he will come across them....).

1. you are no longer to shop at A... you may instead shop at the village discount food shop and the village supermarket. 

2. you are to get and use a loyalty card for the chemist shop that you use.

3. you drink too much coke and some of your receipts represent money wasted on bought lunches when better preparation would save you money. You are to cut down the amount of coke you drink. If you can do this yourself to my satisfaction I will allow you freedom to continue using your money wisely, otherwise I will disallow coke from your shopping lists altogether.

4. you do not need to ask me to justify or give reasons for anything I have said here. You are just to accept my wisdom.