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A fantasy written from a Dommes perspective.

Over the last 5 years with my submissive I have successfully moulded him into an (almost) perfect little slave - as I am feeling so generous I thought I may give you lovely little perverts a glimpse in to the fantasy lifestyle you so crave.

Chastity.

I find this to be the corner stone of our FLR. My slave is locked permanently in a custom titanium cage secured with a PA piercing. There is no escape possible - without destroying his pathetic little penis.

I have seen blog posts before around horny boys showing up to emergency rooms with titanium cock rings trapped around themselves. Often the fire brigade has to be involved. While I do find this idea highly amusing, his very snug little cage, combined with a PA piercing makes me confident his imprisonment is quite inescapable. Not that I think he would ever try.

I find it delicious knowing the small key I wear, either around my neck or ankle, is the only chance for release he will every know.

Unfortunately for my fantasy’s I have found true permanent chastity to be unobtainable/ less desirable in reality than in fantasy.

While he is able to maintain a high standard of cleanliness while locked, a powerful shower head, toothbrush, and a reasonable amount of effort seem todo nicely. I have found neither of us are able to achieve my desired level of smoothness and hair removal without some degree of unlocking. The poor boy seems to be able to grow hair in the most surprising of places.

Due to this, plus my desire not to completely destroy his penis… yet, I allow my slave some brief respite from his chastity. As part of our arrangement he will always restrained in some way while unlocked and I never allow him to touch himself during this time. He tells me how he misses the feeling of stroking his hard cock, however whenever he has complained too much of this I have simply attached a strapon to his waist and told him to have at it.

The first few times I did this he would make the most wonderful little noises.

Once per month I unlock him for deep cleaning where I remove his PA and thoroughly scrub him down. I also wax him during this time. I love how smooth he stays after a waxing. The combination of a hot soapy rub down, with the anticipation and pain of the waxing is, I’m sure, delightful for him.

Depending on behaviour, and how generous I feel, this may be his only opportunity to achieve an erection for months on end.

As I said he is thoroughly secured before I carefully remove his cage. He usually springs to attention as soon as the cage is removed. I often have to either ice him down again or painfully grip his scrotum in order to remove the bace ring.

I always wear surgical gloves for this procedure. While this is a treat for him, it is still part of his maintenance and servitude to me and therefore does not deserve ‘skin on skin’ contact out of his cage unless he has been extremely good.

I then give him a thorough scrub down with some warm soapy water. I accept that he receives a great deal of pleasure from this so I ensure to be quick and efficient. I also remind him that one day this may be the only stimulation I allow his pathetic little cock to receive. He is then rinsed with cold water before we start the waxing. Again I do not want him to experience too much pleasure from this. I am quick and brutal, waxing his privates and bottom. After inspecting my handy work, and if I am satisfied he is then returned to his chastity cage. I often have to ice him down at this point to get the cage back on.

Routines

Of course my slave is expected to serve my every whim. The dull domestic side of this involves plenty of cooking and cleaning. I have to say he is a fantastic cook - he often earns his brownie points by concocting the most amazing dishes for me.

I do also expect him to pamper me as well, I allow him to rub my feet each evening and care for them as and when I see fit. I have trained him to give excellent pedicures and foot scrubs. At least once every week I have him give me a lovely long full body massage. He is excellent with his hands, It really does take the tension away. It also makes me delightfully hot knowing my masseuse is locked away, throbbing as his firm hands kneed away at my bare skin.

Occasionally I even allow him to rest his cage on my bare bottom as his hands work their magic on my back and shoulders. Of course he must remain focused on the task at hand and he is absolutely forbidden to rut or hump against me without permission. Again it makes me so hot to tease him like this. Knowing he is so very close to what he will never have and must control himself.

Of course I do allow him to serve me sexually as well. After a lovely long massage there’s nothing I enjoy more than cuffing his hands behind his back and having him beg to lick my pussy.

I try to keep his mouth as the only part of his body that I allow contact with my gorgeous pussy. He is usually restrained in some way before I allow him to taste me. Most of the time simply cuffing his hands behind his back is sufficient. I like to ensure he has no temptation or opportunity to touch himself while he licks me. Also encourages him to focus completely on my pleasure. I do so like to tease him as he brings me to orgasm after orgasm, his cock desperately trying to burst out of its permanent prison. It makes me cum so much harder as I remind him how many orgasms he gives me, and how few I allow him.

Of course I keep my slave totally penetration free. He has never, and will never have his penis inside me. A fact that drives both of us wild. I can see the lust in his eyes whenever I let him get close to what he will never have, and I delight in reminding him. I have toyed in the past with the idea of denying him my pussy completely, however he is far too talented with his tongue to keep him totally ‘pussy free’.

Occasionally I will tease him with the idea, make him beg and beg for my pussy while I use a vibrator to get myself off. I may even allow him suck my toes as I do so, give him an opportunity to show me his mouth can still be useful.

If I do ever find myself craving penetration I have a variety of toys that can do the job. A favourite of mine is a double ended strap on. It has a small penis gag on one side and a much larger cock on the other. It is perfect for strapping to my slaves face. Watching him frantically bob his head between my legs, his whole view filled with my pussy being stretched around a much larger cock. Knowing that he will never experience such pleasures. Delicious.

I have, extremely rarely, allowed him to wear a strap on over his cage to ‘fuck me’. Letting him pretend he has a big hard cock for me to ride. It does tend to be a bit of a mindfuck for the poor boy as I glide my perfect pussy up and down it’s length, watching me shudder and moan in ways he could never hope to elicit with his own penis. It often ends up being too much for him.

Maintenance

As well as keeping my slave penetration free, I find teasing him out of his mind, and regular corporal punishment to be incredibly important in keeping a boy healthy and horny.

I enjoy administering regular spankings and cropping his cute little bottom. Over the knee is one of my favourite positions to spank and paddle my slave, it also gives me good access to pull his hair and whisper in his ear, I like to let him know exactly how wet it gets me hearing him whimper, it also allows me to feel his cage twitch against my thigh on every impact. The latter being an excellent opportunity for him to earn a cropping if he tries to get too much friction rubbing his cage between my silky soft legs.

For cropping I usually have him on his knees, face down (often pressed into one of my shoes) ass up, his legs pressed together and his little cage presented as a wonderful target. Depending on how sadistic I feel I will gag him for this, it helps if the neighbours don’t hear too many screams… but I much prefer to hear my slave count and thank me after each blow. I especially enjoy his squeals when I decide to use my crop on his balls.

Aside from allowing him to lick me to orgasm, I do enjoy teasing the poor boy in other ways, often cupping his cage in my hands and gently running my fingers across the gaps in the bars is enough to leave him breathless and squirming.

He does adore my feet and of course I take full advantage with plenty of foot rubs and worship. Sometimes I think he’s happiest on he’s knees with my toes in his mouth. I will also play with his cage with my feet, often one foot on his face and my toes teasing his locked up cock. Or giving his cage a ‘footjob’.

If I’m in a particularly teasing mood I will allow him to ‘demonstrate’ how much he wants to fuck me by allowing him to hump his little cage against my feet. I like to tell him what a good little foot fucker he is as he goes at it. I find his moans and whimpers even more entertaining if I gag him with a pair of my worn socks first. Or better yet allow him to gently rim me while he thrusts away.

Release

My slave is allowed one release per month if his behaviour is up to scratch. I like to space this out with his cleaning schedule so that, as long as he is a good boy, his little penis gets some attention every two weeks. So that he has a deep clean then two weeks later a chance for a release, two weeks later and deep cleaning and so on. This routine seems to work adequately and keeps him in a heightened state of arousal at most times.

Obviously there is some variation as I may choose to extend the time before his next release, be it an extra week, or month.

For my slaves regular monthly release I grant him a ruined orgasm in his chastity cage with my vibrator. Of course I will have him lick me to several orgasms first, my orgasms always come first. Before reminding him how lucky he is, to be allowed to feel my vibrator against his cage.

As this is often the only direct simulation he will receive all month I do like to make it special for him. I will wear an outfit or some nice lingerie, make sure I have him pamper my feet and paint my toes before hand, maybe even some sexy heels.

My slave is then restrained - usually spread eagle on the bed, or on his knees, legs spread. While I tease and touch his body, when I feel he is sufficiently aroused I may allow him to worship my feet while I use my vibrator to cum. I will then lower myself on to his face and allow him to lick me clean or to another orgasm or two.

By the time I’m sufficiently satisfied he is usually almost bursting out of his cage.. I enjoy seeing him throb and twitch, so so desperate for attention.

I do try to draw things out a little for my slave, once I press my vibrator against his chastity he is usually on the edge within minutes. One thing about permanent chastity is it does tend to destroy a poor boys stamina.

I like to edge him a few times and make him beg and plead while I muse over wether I will allow him to cum or not. Sometimes when I decide to extend things I will simply stop there, and leave him tide to the bed for an hour or so to calm down.

Oh he does so beg and beg to cum while my toy buzzes away against him. Once his begging grows boring to me I will simply have him suck my toes while I continue to tease him.

A game I do enjoy playing is to rest my soles above his mouth and instruct him to lick them. If he stops I take the vibrator away. I feel it reenforces the idea of his tongue being his primary source of pleasure.

I make sure to pay careful attention to his breathing and the twitching of his cage, of course he must always ask for permission or he will be severely punished.

As soon as I have given him permission and just as he tips over the edge I make sure to take the vibrator away… leaving a few precious, wonderful, seconds of hang time where he doesn’t know if he’s going to cum or not, before watching his pathetic cock pulse in its cage and spilling out a month or mores worth of cum. Oh I love his cries and whimpers when I ruin his orgasms.

After draining him I make sure he properly thanks me before leaving him to cool down before I untie him.

On special occasions such as his birthday, Christmas, the anniversary of his collaring, and if his behaviour has been immaculate I will allow him out of the cage for a full release.

Most of the time I allow him to hump against my foot or if he has been very good I will give him a handjob.

Again, as these are very special occasions, I do put the effort into making them extra special.

For my slaves birthday last year I allowed him to even pick out my outfit (a pink latex mini dress with no underwear) strappy pink heels and my toes painted bright pink to match.

As always I made sure he spend plenty of time with his head between my legs before I even considered unlocking him.

I even let him rub his caged cock against my pussy. Letting him feel how hot and wet I was. His tight, permanent, inescapable chastity cage as the only thing between us. I thought he might cry after a few minutes of this.

After I had my fill of his wonderful mouth and desperate, desperate pleas, I cuffed his hands behind his back and put him on his knees. Next I had him carefully remove my pretty pink heels with just his mouth, honestly hilarious watching him fumble to open the buckle, surprisingly I’d managed to tire his tongue out.

I had him kiss my feet and thank me for his unlock day. He was very cute and desperate. I also told him to make sure my soles were nice and wet because that would be all the lube he was getting.

He was so worked up when I unlocked his little cage he was wet with precum. There was even a strand of it dripping from the cage! My disgusting desperate boy.

He was so hard I didn’t even try to take the base ring off. Then I sat back with my feet up and wiggled by cute pink toes at him. Ugh the look on his face was magical.

You would have thought he was getting to fuck the hottest girl in the world, moaning and shuddering as I allowed him to slip his cock between my soft soles, still slick with his saliva.

God he was such a pathetic mess, babbling his thanks, whimpering as I wiggled my toes, rutting and thrusting. Pathetic really. Eventually I allowed him to suck on my fingers to ease the begging.

Of course I wasn’t too nice. As I felt him get closer I would gently move my feet apart giving him less and less stimulation, taking them away completely every time he begged to cum. After 6 or 7 edges he was a delightful mess. Eyes almost glazed, covered in sweat and almost shaking. Exactly how I like my boy.

As tempted as I was to leave him in such a state, ice his little cock down and lock him back up, he had been good, and I was merciful.

“Cum for me”. Such a simple phrase but that was all it took to send him over the edge. Oh he sounded so pathetic as he released. I allowed him 4 or 5 more pumps between my toes before I took them away. His cock still twitching and dripping cum.

Ready to be locked again until next year.

She feels a tingle of excitement that runs like electricity throughout Her body, knowing how this evening is going to end. She is desperate to feel Him inside Her again and She knows that He knows it.

She feels so lucky, hubby is at home thinking about Her whilst making Her bed, folding Her underwear, sorting Her clothes, cleaning the bathroom, scrubbing the floors on his hands and knees...

She places Her hand on Her neck and runs a finger & thumb down Her expensive necklace, to the key for hubby's tight little chastity cage.

She smiles.

It doesn't go unnoticed, Michael smiles back, leans forward and slides His hand over Her shoulder and up the side of Her neck. He looks into Her eyes and kisses Her, She responds by kissing back...

Their lips part, but He stays close to Her, He whispers in Her ear...

"As of now, You are mine"

"Yes Sir" She replies with a smile and a girlish giggle.

He whispers back "Do You have his credit card, You are sure that he likes this, that he wants to pay for everything this weekend, it's going to be a very, very expensive weekend. We are going to spend a lot of money on You. Lots of new clothes and underwear that I want to see You in. Not Your normal homely Wife outfits, more 'Wow, look at Her, He is getting lucky tonight, kind of look'"

She purrs in response "hubby loves it, he loves to feel a part our life, he likes to feel in debt, he likes to have to pay it off. Knowing he doesn't get any enjoyment apart from the fact that You are making me happy and he is paying. he has told me, it's the 'unfairness' of the situation the makes him so excited, he struggles to know why exactly but its what he loves"

He pulls back slightly to look into Her eyes...

"Good, in that case, I have 3 things for You to do, for this to become official, for Us to become official, for You to be mine and for hubby...no, not anymore...for cucky, to know his place in this relationship from now and onwards.

First take out his credit card and place it in my hand, it's mine now.

Then slip off Your panties, right here at the table and place them in my hand.

Finally remove the key to his chastity cage, place it in my hand, then kiss it goodbye and tell me that You both belong to me*

Back at home, cucky is on his hands and knees, naked apart from his tiny chastity cage and the heavy steel collar locked around his neck. The steel feels warm from the hours it has already been fixed to him. his body, cold to the touch as clothes are always forbidden when Miss is out. his skin is wet with a mixture of soapy water from carrying out his current chore of scrubbing the hallway and sweat, from working so hard on the list of chores.

The list, that is hanging on the back of the front door. Miss had placed it there on purpose. It would be the first thing he would see, right after She had told him to "be good and make sure all Your chores are completed and that they are carried out to the highest standards, I will be checking them all when I return". With that She patted him on the head and left him kneeling in the dark hallway, alone, caged, horny. he was desperate for to go and desperate for Her to stay. he was so frustrated he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had been teasing him for weeks. He had ordered this expensive custom-made titanium chastity device month ago at the same time they had gone to get his Prince Albert piercing done. The cage arrived Boxing day. Miss was impressed and told him to get used to wearing it, as it would be locked on at New Year's Eve and it wouldn't be coming off, for a long time...if ever!

This had all been his idea, his fantasy from the beginning, they were so in love and although She wasn't interested in his "weird" thoughts at first. She did love not having to do any of the housework and She liked how She had more time to relax and read and how hubby would ask for more chores to do, as he loves doing them for Her.

cucky stopped scrubbing the floor, he had a sense, a feeling, something felt different, like everything had changed. Out of nowhere, a strong shiver ran throughout his naked body, his tiny chastity cage jumped and he looked between his legs at the floor he had been scrubbing. Down between his knees was an ever growing puddle of his own denied pleasure pooling on the clean floor...a silver line leading up to his tiny cage.

From out of the blue he hears Her voice

"I did it, I did it, it's official, we are official. Michael is now my boyfriend and I am his girlfriend. I am so excited hubby...no sorry, Michael has renamed you...We will now call you cucky. How does that sound cucky?"

Confused cucky is looking around to see where Her voice is coming from..

"Oh did I forget to tell You, I ordered some battery powered blink cameras that I have placed around the house to keep an eye on You, we haven't been apart before and I thought it would be nice to see you. The cameras have speakers so I can talk to you as well as see you on my phone. By the way the house is looking great, good boy, but keep up the hard work for me. Anyway I have to go, I just popped in lto the toilets to let You know, i hope You are as excited as i am...oh and Michael said this weekend is going to be very very expensive, I know you like that don't you...cucky"

cucky shyly nodded as he finally spotted the camera where his Wife's voice was coming from.

"Oh and one more thing, Michael now owns the only key to that tiny little cage of yours, so you will have to be good for Him as well your Miss now I suppose, if you ever want out...to be honest I don't know his intentions for it. Anyway I had better get back to Him. If I think of it, I might accidentally leave the speaker on so You can hear him having your Miss later... bye for now, love you loads...cucky"

He Found His Devotion Inside a Lock

He didn’t expect it, not at first.

The cage was a curiosity.

A fantasy. A whispered desire shared late at night when he was feeling brave, or desperate, or both.

But something happened when that lock clicked shut.

He didn’t become less of a man.

He didn’t lose his power.

He didn’t shrink into nothing.

He focused.

He awakened.

He began to feel everything more intensely—my breath against his ear, the sound of my heels approaching, the subtle shift in my tone when I said his name.

Every glance from me held weight.

Every word became sacred.

And every touch—when I allowed it—sent tremors down his spine.

Because that cage?

It isn’t a punishment.

It’s a key.

A ritual.

A soft cage around the chaos of want, the impulse to take.

And instead, it directs him to give.

To give me his attention.

To give me his service.

To give me his pleasure.

And in doing so, he found his own.

No longer chasing a climax.

No longer driven by impulse.

He sinks into something deeper now—something slower.

Devotion.

He opens doors differently.

Speaks to me softer.

Looks at me like I am not just the woman who holds the key…

But the woman who holds his everything.

And I do.

Not because I demanded it.

Not because I brainwashed him.

But because he chose this.

Because something in him longed to serve, to surrender, to feel what it meant to be needed for more than just release.

And I?

I didn’t make him weak.

I made him true.

So when I see him now—locked, aching, glowing with purpose—I smile.

Because the man before me isn’t caged at all.

He is anchored.

He is devoted.

He is free.

And it all began the moment he gave me the lock…

Sophia stretched her legs out in front of her, the evening sun casting a golden glow across the estate. Her tone was casual, almost amused. “You know, Jacob… I just got back from a ten-day vacation with Michael. We drank vintage champagne, swam in a private infinity pool, and made love every night in silk sheets you paid for.”

She glanced down at him, kneeling dutifully at her feet, hands working over her arches. “Eighty hours of work a week. Chores before dawn, chores after dusk. And yet, here you are—on your knees, massaging my feet like the good little cuck you are.”

She leaned into Michael, letting her fingers trace the rim of her glass. “Do you know why we use you, Jacob?” she asked softly, then didn’t wait for an answer. “Because you’re weak. Pathetic. Because deep down, you love being reminded that you’re not a man—I already have one of those.”

Her voice sharpened. “You scrub his car, wash his clothes, and iron his shirts. You pay for our flights, our dinners, our laughter. You think you’re serving me out of devotion, but no, Jacob. You’re our entertainment. Our labor. Our wallet.”

She smiled, satisfied. “It’s not just the money. It’s the knowledge that you know you’ll never be one of us. That your only worth is what we take from you. And that makes everything better—everything. The wine tastes sweeter."

She is the alpha in our relationship and is naturally attracted to alpha men. I am beta and am able to accept my role. Now that I am cut off from sex I am able to concentrate on other things that make my wife happy, and make things easier for her. After fulfilling my duty to provide financially for us, I ensure chores around the house get done to make her comforitable. While I am at work, she gets to enjoy herself every day.

Even though our relationship lacks proper sex, our connection is all about honesty and openness. Her liking our friend Brad allows us to be closer together as a couple.

How? With sex being off the table, and the fact that she keeps me in a chastity device - it allows my wife to be able to relax more comforitably knowing that when I do things for her I do not expect to be rewarded sexually. That when I give her a massage it is for her only, and when I kiss her feet, it is out of love and respect and not only for my benefit. We build and thrive on this trust. My reward is knowing she is comforitable in confiding in me her interest in Brad.

He treats her so well by bringing her to the nicest dinners, and I get to connect with her by assisting her get ready for her night out with him. Her picking out the right outfit can be an involved process for my wife, as she likes things to be perfect, so if she cant decide, I love to take her and treat her to some shopping therapy. Just because sex is off the table doesnt mean we don’t still bond with teasing, she can point to a sexy outfit and say to me “Do you think Brad would like this?” with a wink.

I love that I can massage her tired feet and tell her how great Brad is to her, as I genuinely want her to have a great relationship with him as I would with her actual friends. I like to show her that I put my jealousy aside, and even look up to the guy sometimes.

My Dear, I am so happy that you do not want to work, and allow me to work for you. It is my job that you, my beautiful wife are well provided for, while you get to relax at home all day or go to get pampered at the spa - receiving a hot scented full body massage, a luxurious foot massage and pedicure all through my sacrifices. I have gone three months saving my money, not spending, going without lunches at work and other small incidentals so I can give it all back to you, the woman I worship. My pleasure is seeing you pampered, spoiled and happy with my devoted service to you.

I used to get so frustrated that youd deny me sex, but honestly, it helped me figure new ways to make you happy. It may sound silly to you, but I love to serve you -I find it incredibly loving and fulfilling, deriving pleasure solely from serving. I only ask that you continue knowing that you deserve it.

You are strong, independent, and sexy, you are naturally dominant, and I fall in line serving you. I may be your best friend, your lover, your partner in crime, your husband, but I am also your slave, and find alot of meaning and purpose being subservient to you. I understand, accept, and embrace my place at your feet. And you are so wonderful at being able to deserve it.

I know you usually do not always have alot of sexual interest in me - But you are so fair by teasing me on it, even though I stay home alone on the nights you go out on a date - you still voluntarily give me little details after the fact, while allowing me to rub your feet.

I know I can at times be unappreciative, I occasionally fall out of line and we don’t always see eye to eye and agree on everything. You can be unfair and very demanding at times, Underneath it all though, I utterly adore you, and when we almost get to the point of an agruement, you offer me the opportunity to suck it up and kiss your feet while apologizing, even if I wasnt in the wrong. I know you dont expect me to like or agree with everything you say, but you do expect me to know my place and be the one to do the groveling. And I do.

As you know, the household duties is my responsibility. I love to get up first each morning to bring you coffee and breakfast in bed before I go to work, I love to paint you toenails, and I love doing your laundry for you. None of this stops when you have your other guy over either, I love to serve you both. I know you appreciate when I treat him with the utmost respect, afterall, he is the guy you are falling for - the least I can do is handwash his car for him while he is relaxing with you, I want to ensure you two have your time to hang out together, so I try to make myself scarce.

It is so fun getting to serve you both - I get to see an incredible fun-filled and flirtatious side of you, and I love to see you happy and fulfilled in a way I cannot provide. I understand our honeymoon phase is over, and you are not as attracted to me as you once were, but I love seeing that side of you when he is with you.

The way he makes you laugh brings a smile to my face, I love how you make seamless excuses just to get close to him, and touch his muscles, I love how he runs his hand through your hair, and puts his hand on your butt, like you are his.

I find that I enjoy how I pale in comparison to him, how much more deserving he is of your attention. He is a winner in life, an alpha, and the best things come easily to him.

You are the best of the best, when I see you on his lap, i can’t help but feel so beneath you two - I am on my knees before both of your feet.

I do what I can to make myself busy so as not to disturb you, I enjoy working while you two are together- it keeps me content, happy even. I love when you laugh at the jokes he makes about me at my expense just to impress you, and I cant say anything back, other than asking what I can do to make you two more comforitable.

This is an important part of cuckolding. You are the center of attention of your two men, and you just had mind-blowing sex with your lover right in front of your husband/cuckold. Now the best part, rubbing your cuckold’s nose in it by having him worship you and thus solidifying and accepting his status as a cuckold, who is inferior to your lover. He must demonstrate this and “thank you” by worshiping you. And how he does it is up to you!

Is he to…

A) Worship your feet to demonstrate how low he is in the pecking order? That his place in life is that of a lowly slave groveling at your feet while a real man, a real winner at life takes what is his?

B) Worship your pussy, because he is so thankful you were finally fucked by a real man, and he must meekly “clean-up the alpha mess”?

C) Worship your ass, he should apologize for his inferiority!

Post - sex acceptance/respect.

This is also an important part if you want your cuckold and alpha to get along, while having your cuckold recognizing the alphas “status” in the relationship and deferring to him as “superior”. What would be the ritual of choice for him to perform for you Alpha?

A) Kiss the shoe/foot of the man that took his wife. How humiating is that? Lowering yourself to the winner of your wife’s heart.

B) Wash his car, need to be respectful of course. You may not be able to ever afford the car, but If he can satisfy your wife - the least you can do is keep the car clean for him.

He gets turned on by humiliation. Let him worship you and your feet while you are at your most vulnerable.

While he places gentle submissive kisses on your feet, he must inhale the scent of your farts.

This fuels him into further submission, greedily groveling at your feet with hunger in his eyes.

You then allow him to give you oral as you finish your business on the toilet. The stimulation on both your ends drives you nuts, so you grasp onto his hair and shove his face further into you until you finish in his mouth.

She is the boss – Whatever she wants, he does it and she will always have the last word. She may be fair, or she may throw her weight around a bit and be bossy. He does not fight about it or disobey her. She does not nag, she does not play games to push his buttons – because she does not have to: they both openly accept her authority.

The man winds up doing most of the housework. Because she can just tell him to do it and he does it. For example, if she wants to go out on a date while he works on the laundry, she just says it: “I’m going out with my boyfriend tonight. While I’m gone you can work on the laundry.” No fights, no games, no nagging, no nothing.

She does not request or ask questions. She is within her recognized right to command and demand of him. For example:

• "Go get the lotion. I need you to rub my feet. Now."

•"Run my bath for me. And while I’m in there get started on the laundry."

•"Get up, Sweetheart, and make me some coffee and an English muffin with butter."

•"You did a nice job cleaning the bathrooms; you have been very attentive during bathroom duty from foot runs when I sit down to flushing and cleaning when I leave. I am very pleased with you."

•"I want a full body massage for exactly one hour; keep an eye on the clock. When you are done I want you to go down on me until I tell you to stop. Afterwards, we’ll both go to sleep. You won’t be having an orgasm tonight, and you will stay in your chastity."

Daily rituals: Are important. I do not have an alarm clock, I am woken up each morning by him him worshiping my pussy, and a cup of tea at the ready. My shoes are to be removed and feet are to be kissed whenever I enter the house. Things like drawing my bath, turning down the bed, asking permission to sleep in the bed, being naked around the home whenever possible.

Routines:  While I love the element of surprise and think there should always be spontaneity in a relationship.  There are some things that must be constant.  Aftercare, the freedom to talk freely about what happened, or what is to be done. Routines related to hygiene can be easily incorporated in the FLR, without it being a “scene” per se.  “Come shave me” is a reinforcing role, and serve as a reminder of who’s the boss, and who is the servant.

Respect:  This is paramount in any relationship.  The Domme should always respect the sub, and vice versa.  Please note that I started with the Domme.  So many think that a person’s gift of submission is an excuse to be disrespectful and dismissive.  In an FLR that is not so.  Yes, you can humiliate, and at times degrade, but it is imperative that the submissive know that his submission is cherished, valued and brings your pleasure. Otherwise, you will end up with a shell of person, and neither of you deriving any pleasure.

Obedience:  If I lift my skirt and tell you to kiss my ass at any given time I expect you to do so. Even if it’s Thanksgiving dinner and your family is in the other room.  (keep in mind that a respectful domme isn’t going to out you to your family, but would do such a thing discreetly) If we can’t agree to a movie we both want to see then deference should be to my wishes.   (again with respect. you should be free to express your wishes).

Obedience and Compliance are two different things.  One is done willingly, and the other is done for fear of retribution.  I do not want my submissive to fear me.  I want them to worship me and work for my happiness and thus earn rewards. I want this to be voluntary, not done out of fear of punishment.  Yes, punishments will happen, as will “FUNishments” because no one is perfect, and there is always room for improvement. The key to it all is the mindset of the servitude from both the giver and the receiver.