Learning Obedience

Kazander texted me while he was out Sunday and said he had a “surprise” for me when he got home.  And I, being the very personification of patience that I am, waited.

I was out running an errand when he got home, and when I got back, I walked in the door to see him lying on the couch watching TV, wearing his lace panties and lacy lingerie, along with his collar and a leash.

Well, I know what I’m doing tonight.

“Oooh, good boy,” I said, walking in and putting my purse down.

“I’m plugged, too, Mistress.”

Very good boy…

Man, sometimes it’s really awesome not having the kid around.

I sat down on the couch next to him and reached between his legs, running my nails lightly across his balls through the lace of his panties.  It’s a small, simple thing that never fails to get his attention.  Something about the nails through the lace just feels amazing.

Within seconds, he was hard, his poor little cock trying to burst through the cage.  I have no idea when the last time he came was.  He says it’s been a month.  I seriously doubt that.

But it has been locked up for awhile, and the poor boy was desperate for some kind of release.  So I took the cage off and began teasing him, stroking him and playing with the head until he was squirming and moaning like the little bitch he is.

We like to watch porn together, so I set up a video to watch, and settled in next to him, playing with his nipples and his cock, reaching between his legs to finger him.

Less than halfway through the video, my lust got the best of me and I told him I wanted him on all fours on the couch.  He did as he was told while I went to the bedroom and grabbed my strap-on and my smallest paddle.  It’s light and stingy, and makes a boy’s ass so deliciously red.

First, I worked him over with the paddle, making him squirm and whimper some more.  I kept going until he was nice and red, warm and stinging.  Then I knelt behind him on the couch and entered him smoothly, sinking my cock in all the way to the hilt.  The way he gasped and moaned was so sexy.

I fucked him for awhile, reminding him that he’s my bitch, and that he’s not allowed to have sex with me like a real man.  I told him that real men get to fuck their wives.  The only penetrative sex he can hope for is if I make him fuck or get a blowjob from another boy.  Otherwise, he gets bent over and fucked like the bitch he is.

After a good, long, thorough fucking, I let him relax for a bit while we finished watching the video.  Then, I took him back to the bedroom and sat on his face, jerking him off.  I told him I’d let him cum, since he’d been such a good boy.

He kept talking, which meant he wasn’t worshiping my pussy, and that got annoying in about 6 seconds.  So I told him to shut up, and kept stroking him.

And about 8 seconds later, he said something again.  His voice was muffled by my body, and I couldn’t hear him.  I stopped stroking him and lifted myself off to better hear what he was saying.

As it turns out, he said he was going to cum, and since I stopped to ask what he’d said, it ruined his orgasm.  Which, of course, I found hilarious.

“Maybe next time you’ll do what you’re told,” I said, satisfied that the ruined orgasm, when he was promised a full one, was punishment enough for talking after he’d been told not to.

“But I told you that I was going to cum,” he said.  “I didn’t think you’d want to be surprised.”

“I told you I was going to make you cum.  I knew it was going to happen.  I told you to stop talking.  You didn’t do what you were told, and it cost you a satisfying orgasm.”

I let him clean himself up.  Then, he asked if I’d be willing to let him sleep with the cage off, and he’d put it on the next day when he got home from work.

Yeah, I’ve heard that before.

I initially told him no.  He sighed, reluctantly going to put it on, and I asked why it was so important.  He said he just wanted a good night’s sleep, and that he promised he’d put it on when he got home.

I narrowed my eyes at him.  “You’ll put it on right when you get home?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I decided to let him sleep without the cage.

Sure enough, when he got home, it didn’t go on.  That’s twice in two days that he didn’t take obedience seriously.

Even when I mentioned the cage, he didn’t put it on.

Yeah, no.

I didn’t say anything, but just waited.  Finally, around 12:30am, he got around to putting the cage on.  He got home from work at 7.

“So it took you 5 1/2 hours to put it on.”

There wasn’t a hit of remorse in his voice as he fed me some excuse I didn’t care enough about to pay attention to.

“I think 10 spankings for every hour is good.”

He sighed, trying not to roll his eyes.  I told him to get on all fours in the middle of the living room, and went back to the bedroom to get my paddle again.

I stood above him, straddling him to keep him still, and started in with the paddle.  There was no warm-up like there was the previous night.  I hit him hard and fast, ten at a time.

Before I finished the first ten, he was squirming and gasping.  After every set of ten, I took a break, running the tips of my fingers over the warm, tender skin.

“I don’t think you quite understand what it means to be obedient,” I told him.  “And it’s time for you to learn.  Your job is to be the worthless, pathetic bitch you are and do what the fuck you’re told.  My commands are not, by any means, open to interpretation.  This is not a relationship between equals.  I own you.  You’re not my husband, you’re my property.  You’ll learn to live up to my expectations, or I’ll beat you until you scream.”

He was already screaming by the time I hit the halfway point, but I didn’t hold back.  The last five were particularly brutal, and when I was done, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

He stayed where he was, his head resting on his arms, his face obscured by his hair, trying to calm his breathing.  I told him to stand up and pressed my body against his, reaching down to caress the burning skin of his ass with one hand, and with the other I pinched and twisted his nipple until he whimpered and melted into me, burying his face against my neck.

“Are you going to do what you’re told from now on?” I asked him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s a good boy.”

He’s still got a lot of learning to do, but even the most stubborn dog can be trained with a firm, consistent hand.  Other things have caused me to be way more lenient with him lately than I used to be, but that’s over and done with.  I’ve never made it a secret that I have zero interest in a vanilla relationship and an equal dynamic, and he can either meet my expectations, or he can experience how unpleasant my disappointment can be, and just how dark and twisted I can get.

The silly boy has no idea…

11 thoughts on “Learning Obedience

  1. ladypeggy54 says:

    Interesting. I have been thinking about exploring my submissive differently. Ass play was off the table, but the more I think about it, the more I want to do it to him, especially since he had never mentioned the use of things like butt plugs. I was thinking more about having one that is remote controlled. But he does have strap on pictures in his Fetlife pictures. I wonder if I would enjoy that kind of experience with him.

    • Domina Jen says:

      Oh I adore ass play! It’s such a head rush. For me, it’s a huge psychological thrill, to penetrate a man. And really, it’s such an intimate thing. I definitely recommend giving it a try!

  2. Hapa says:

    Oh damn that’s a hot accounting.
    I was initially think of sharing this with my wife but had started having second thoughts about half way through K’s punishment.

    Still so delicious. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Marsha says:

    Pardon my nosiness, but did you say that you and K don’t do PIV relations? Ever? Or is that just part of the scene “script”? Please pardon my amazement as I am new to this sort of thing and I have only recently discovered your blog. BTW, I enjoy it very much. It gives me plenty of ideas to be sure… My partner and I are switches and I find myself identifying with both roles in your stories.

    • Domina Jen says:

      Hi, Marsha! Welcome, and thanks for reading. And no pardon necessary.

      You read that correctly. I haven’t had any sort of penetrative sex with K (or any man) in….. oh jeez, 3 years? Maybe 2 years? I actually don’t really know. It wasn’t really a conscious decision on my part to end it.

      It’s not that I have a problem with PIV sex. Despite my scene talk and the small-penis humiliation I often engage in, K is actually pretty well-endowed. It’s not that it felt “bad.”

      The thing is that I’ve never really been hugely interested in vanilla PIV sex in my adult life. I mean, sure, at first it was great. But after awhile (I was a smidge promiscuous back then), and after a few different partners, it just got so damn boring. It was all the same. In, out, in, out, “oh baby, that feels amazing. Oh yes,” lots of grunting and sweating, and then it’s over. Sure it feels okay. Being eaten out by a boy with an uncomfortably large plug in him feels better.

      I guess I should point out that I can’t cum from PIV sex. Or being fingered. Only from clitoral stimulation. So I was just never really motivated to do it. K and I did it once in awhile at first (obviously, we have a kid) but even that was never the highlight of our fun. And it gradually just happened less and less until it stopped altogether, and neither of us really know exactly when that happened.

      People are often surprised by that, but honestly, to me it just never felt all that great. For example, the best vanilla sex in my life was when I was 18, and was seeing my best friend’s dad, a 45-year-old man. Best sex of my life by an extremely wide margin, no one else has ever been able to come remotely close.

      But if I had to choose between having sex with him and fucking a squirming, writhing, gasping boy with a strap-on, I’d choose the strap-on ten times out of ten.

      I do touch on this topic a bit in the post Strap-ons and Insertables from Oct 7, and talk about possible reasons for my sexuality having been shaped this way, and why a lack of vaginal stimulation doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I may have PIV sex with K at some point in the future. Again, it’s not that I’m opposed to it. There’s just way more that I’d rather do. And, to be completely honest, since so much of what we do centers around humiliation, being able to rub that in his face during a scene is a lot of fun.

      Anyway, thanks again for reading, and if you have any other questions, feel free to ask!

      • Marsha says:

        Thank you for your quick and rather elaborate reply. I must confess that I don’t “get” the poly dynamic, as my partner and I have been in a mono relationship with each other since the 1980’s…. no frame of reference. I also don’t get humiliation play. Does your sub feel actual humiliation with all the negative affect, or is it a form of teasing, which I do understand? I know it works for you guys, but I’m sure my partner would not enjoy it. We have plenty of other activities including teases of various types. Thanks for listening and I’m sorry that I may have missed earlier discussions on these topics in your blog.

      • Domina Jen says:

        You don’t have to apologize for anything at all. K experiences an emotional effect from the humiliation, but it’s not negative because it’s eroticized. I talk about humiliation, the reaction it causes, and how I use that in the post titled Questions from Stan: Round One from September 7th (in the second half of the post). It’s a lot of fun, but not everyone is into it, and that’s completely fine.

        I’ve always been poly, and don’t really “get” mono relationships, so we’re basically in the same boat, lol. For me it’s just always felt natural to be poly. It’s not that I’m not satisfied with one person, but I feel like limiting yourself and your sexuality to one person can have potentially damaging effects. The people I know in monogamous relationships don’t give themselves permission to be sexy, to feel beautiful, when they’re not with their partner. I mean, I understand certain facets of it, and it’s not that I’m against monogamous relationships, but it’s just never been for me. I think the way some people view love and relationships is wrong.

        I think some people see love as something finite. Like there’s a finite amount of love to fill different boxes. The box for your spouse may be completely full, but if you love someone else, then they’ll have to take love out of that box to fill another. Like loving someone else takes away from the love they feel for their spouse/partner/whatever.

        And it’s not like that. It’s more like fire. An easy way to illustrate it is a candle. One candle can light a thousand others, and no matter how many others it ignites, the original flame isn’t diminished at all.

  4. ladypeggy54 says:

    Jen
    I didn’t go as far as using strap on , but did decide to play with his ass over the weekend. I bought one of those butt plugs that has a remote control. It was so much fun zapping him over and over and over again, until he began squirming and begging to not to zap him anymore. Oh yes, I had his hands tied in front of him. I love to overload his senses. Oh my goodness, and I even had him showing me how he would thrust when I allowed him to serve me with my cock, the next time I allowed my cock to serve me. Oh, but the begging for me to stop zapping him was so much fun. Oh , how I will use this when I have sex with him the next time, being in control of his trusting and explaining to him in advance that I am the one in control of his pleasure. Oh course I am!

  5. Marsha says:

    I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around poly, but I had the “ah ha” moment on “humiliation play” when I read the post that you referenced. It’s not the words per se but also how you say it and what you are doing to him at the time. In one sense it’s bedroom theater and he is both actor and audience. What you are doing is reaching down and triggering a fantasy script in his head which you interact with. You as the top don’t actually have all details of the script, but you know which inputs provide a desired result.
    Is that a fair summary?

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