As I have mentioned previously, the slaves in BDSM have ALL the power.

I had been told that many times during my conversations on the sex-dating-site. I couldn’t really see that in the beginning, but with the 3 dates I have had with Cross-Eye and the Slave up till now, I was beginning to see how.

It is the master or mistress’s job to define, what must happen on such occasion, and it must be within the Slave’s own desires and within their boundaries. There also must be a surprising aspect as well, plus you need to put on this other personality, which may or may not suit you. I assume, that the experienced master and mistresses enjoy the play, but for me it was quite hard work. You really do set the slaves desires before your own. Way before your own.

Before Cross-Eye visited me, I had to mentally go through the entire date. First of all, to find out what to do with him, secondly and more importantly, get into the mindset. It didn’t come naturally to me. It became easier, so I thought maybe it was something that would grow on me. And still I believed that I need to toughen up. To be in charge of what was happening, so I wasn’t getting fu**ed over again (in the bad way).

So now I had this strange man’s clothes in a bag at my house. I had the keys for his cock cage, so there was no way around it. I had to man up and throw myself into it.

Okay, it sounds as if I was in torture here, but I also thought it was fun, even if it was challenging for me. And it was an experience, and I still wasn’t in the mood for normal dating.

I was having this good thing going on with the Chef. We were so fabulous together and I knew that I couldn’t get it any better, we kept playing and having fun, and I didn’t want to lose that. But I also knew from experience that when I only have one FWB (like back then with Loco), I would end up falling for him, and that must not happen. He was too young, so there was no point of going there. He would never in a million years fall for me anyway, being as old, wrinkly and menopausing as I was, so … it was as it was. We were perfect FWB’s and as long as it lasted, I was determined to enjoy every moment of it, when we were able to see each other.

The slave and I agreed on a date the week after. I thought it was a long time to wear this cock cage, but he seemed to enjoy it. Saying at it made him remember who his mistress was. That’s all well and good, but I had no clue of how long it was safe to wear the cage. I wouldn’t risk ending up in some police matter, where I was blamed for making a d**k fall off. Anyway, we didn’t have a lot of time, because my daughter was due to return, so we had maximum an hour on the day, where we could meet.

He came into my house, kneeled and waited for me to command him. So I did. Asked him to remove his clothes, feeling bad when I saw the poor thing in the cage. He also was wearing a collar and a leash, which I hadn’t asked him to. It is a strange sight, if you are not used to it, and I could not see myself “walking him” around in my house.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, pulling in the cage and saw him cringe. Not just a bit, but very much. I quickly removed my hands, turned him around and guided him into the kitchen, where I had a task for him. I needed to get my refrigerator out and get the tray emptied behind it, and I couldn’t hold it myself, so he did.

There was this man standing in my kitchen. Naked. Wearing a collar and a cock cage. Holding my refrigerator.

Surreal.

I was thinking to myself, that if I had said to my younger self, or just a couple of years back to when I just divorced, that I would have a slave working for me in a collar and a penis-device, that I didn’t even knew existed … I wouldn’t have believed in a million years.

We got it fixed and I took him to my bedroom, wrapped a scarf around his face so he couldn’t see and then I asked him to satisfy me orally.

It was meh … the Chef had kind of ruined normal oral pleasure for me, so it was okay, but not fabulous, so after a few small orgasms, I ordered him to stop. Dressed, let him stand a bit in my office before I led him outside on my terrasse. I could feel his hesitation, and I do understand why.

I was leading him blindfolded into the unknown outdoors. He couldn’t know who was able to see him, but even if I had said to him hundred times, that there was no one in my neighborhood, who should see him, he still thought that he was being seen.

Out on the terrasse I poured first some wine over him, then some beer and then I proceeded to take of the cock cage. The poor thing was very dark red, and I really was afraid that it was unhealthy. Then I asked him to wiggle it a bit around, and I could see his arousal from it. Then I grabbed it hard, telling him that it was pathetic and squeezed it several times, just for effect.

Then we were running out of time, so I gave him his clothes, and asked him to leave. And he did.

It was really weird. On the one hand I was kind of turned on by it. Not in a sexual way, but more with the power. I was also getting better with the commandeering and was thinking that maybe I could grow into that.

I was also beginning to think about the fantasy I had at a point with a threesome. Maybe it could be fun with the 2 slaves. Two men whose only purpose was to satisfy me. I began to plan it out in my mind. Cross-Eye had nothing against other men, on the contrary, one of his favorite things was actually to … eh … clean up after other men, but I knew that Slave wasn’t into men, so I thought that maybe if I tied to each side of the bed it would work. Then the Slave wouldn’t have to touch Cross-Eye. Both of them should also wear masks so they were not recognized. Something that the Slave was very particular about.

But to get that organized …

July was upon us, and my daughter always primarily stays with me during school holidays, as I work from home and her father doesn’t have much holiday, and the few days during July, which I was childfree, I wanted to dedicate to the Chef before he also went on holiday.

But the Slave and I did have a kind of date later during the summer. It included pain and parsley …

Intrigued? 😉

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