Deep breath. And... relax. Here goes

I'm on the case with the texts - and he's texting back. If Laura has told her husband it'll be very bad news because broke a confidence and we have to trust each other. I'm talking to her later. Sal.

 

Oh, how right you were. He got in late last night and I immediately found out something was wrong, pretty much as you said. He's gone for a run now, but it's fair to say we've had a bit of a wobble. Will try to do an update later. I know you wouldn't, but don't say, "I told you so"! Sal

 

A bit of a wobble last night.

The good thing is that I rang Laura yesterday and she assured me that she hadn’t said a word to anyone, including her husband, about My Pete etc. She said she was looking forward to seeing us tonight and not to worry. I trust her completely. In her job, she has to keep lots of secrets and I’ve never known her be indiscreet about anything. I was looking forward to reassuring My Pete when he came home.

He got back about 11 last night. At first, I’d thought he was just sheepish because he was back a bit later than he’d said and had probably had a few beers too many. But almost immediately, I could tell something was wrong from the way he sounded and the way he looked at me. I asked him what was wrong and he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I made myself come”. It was as stark as that. What really got to me was that he was amazingly, and very obviously upset. I know him well enough to know it wasn’t an act – he was almost in tears. He said that going out without the cage had been an odd feeling – he said he’d got spontaneously hard from time to time during the evening. He said that he’d gone for a pee in the pub and locked himself into a stall, which he’s got used to since being caged, and then realised he could touch himself. I reminded him that he’d promised not to, and he kept saying sorry. I said that I’d sent him texts to try to be encouraging but he said he’d been a bit annoyed about my insistence on talking to Laura and had ignored them. Yet more apologies.

I said, “So there you were, playing with yourself in a pub toilet. How bloody romantic. Do go on”. More apologies. He said he’d been so desperate this week, more desperate than ever. I asked him if he’d been lying to me yesterday about being uncomfortable in the heat, precisely so I would unlock him and allow him to go out uncaged. He said that he had honestly felt uncomfortable but admitted that he had deliberately overegged it, hoping I’d let him go out without the cage. I asked him whether he’d enjoyed his orgasm, playing with his little cock on his own in there in the toilet? The moment I said it, I regretted it. Why did I go and use the word ‘little’?? I think it was because I was acting like I was telling-off a schoolboy. But I knew I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve never cared very much, but every man I’ve known has been sensitive about size. My Pete is nicely average I should think, but it wasn’t the time to start apologising so I just hoped he hadn’t noticed, or took it in the schoolboy way I’d intended. I just said “Was it worth it?” He said he hated himself as soon as he started to come, which he said, had meant he hadn’t really enjoyed it. He kept saying, “I’m so, so sorry”.

I had started out being annoyed but I just couldn’t stay angry – he was so obviously contrite. Although I didn’t tell him, I also found the situation quite sexually charged – he was so obviously upset at taking back control of his sexuality for a few sordid minutes and how angry he thought I’d be! I did lay on the stuff pretty thickly about being disappointed, the breach of trust etc.

I asked him if he wanted to stop our ‘project’. He was literally trembling when he said no. I put him through the whole schoolboy rigmarole of “I’m sorry I didn’t quite hear that”, making him answer loudly when I could tell he just wanted to crawl into a corner. And I said, “And what is our ‘project’ exactly?” (We’ve discussed this before). “That you will use chastity to control my orgasms”. I said, “Yes, and??” “Orgasms and erections. My sexuality”. I made him repeat it, realising that I found this profoundly erotic, while he seemed more and more like a frightened rabbit. He asked me what would happens . I said that there would be some consequences right now, but others I needed to think about. I’m afraid I lied and said I was very upset and annoyed.

I said the first thing we needed to do was to cage him again. I asked him to undress completely, in front of me, then to fetch the ring and cage. My next surprise was that even though he was clearly upset, he was definitely more than semi-hard. He’d obviously found this somewhat exciting too. (Another file-away moment). I’m not sure whether this was because of the cfnm situation, which I know we both find exciting, or because of the power dynamic between us. I asked him to stand in front of me and put the ring on. He had some difficulty with the ring and he asked me not to watch him putting on the cage. I told him I was going to watch ‘for as long as it takes’, which turned out to be a good while. I said (truthfully), that I enjoyed watching him go soft almost as much as I enjoy making him get hard, because I know it makes him feel awkward and I enjoy the feeling of control. I locked him with the key on my necklace.

Next, I asked him to bring the spare keys to make sure he hadn’t used them again. He said I didn’t need to do that – I could trust him. I said that I was pleased that he’d had the courage to tell me about how he’d played with himself in the scuzzy pub toilet but could he still bring me the keys, one from his wallet, the other from the kitchen. I could see they were fine and hadn’t been used but I made a great play of examining one of them and saying I was unsure and he was practically frantic with denying that he’d used it and that I had to believe him etc.

I told him another consequence was that for the foreseeable future, he needed to be caged when he’s out.

I said that I would work out the other consequences over the next few days and also that we would be seeing Laura tonight. I did tell him I’d checked with her and she had assured me she hadn’t told a soul about anything to do with him, or us. He looked relieved. But I also said that another consequence of his mistake was that I would definitely be talking to her for advice, including how to deal with this situation, as well as having the odd heart to heart, whether he liked it or not. I said I was satisfied that she would be discreet and that there’s no other reason I shouldn’t. He said, “But we see her from time to time!”. And I just said, “Well, that’ll be embarrassing for you, I expect”. As I said it, I felt the same erotic power as that time I first refused him the key when he’d asked for it.

We lay on the bed, him naked, me feeling hot in both senses of the word, with clothes on. I asked him how he felt. He said “Sorry, and worried about what the other consequences would be”. I said, “I think you might be worried, but I think you’re excited too”. He admitted yes.

I said that it was a shame he hadn’t enjoyed his orgasm more. He asked why and I put my hand on his cage (‘our’ cage!) and said because I should think it will be quite a while before the next one. (Those caption pictures are so useful for ideas!) I could tell his stomach was flipping. He asked how long. I said (truthfully), "I don't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you".

He asked me how I was feeling. I said “Annoyed (which was untrue) and randy as hell and I want you to undress me” (which was totally true). I gave him the tiniest touch on his head and he immediately knew what to do. Yet again, I didn’t have to tell him to slow down. It was just intense and lovely, although I'm missing the feeling of him being inside me.

He went for a run this morning and now he’s over at a friend’s house doing DIY, properly in his cage. Tonight we’re all out, with Laura among others. I’ve texted her to tell her he knows she and I have spoken.

A wobble, but as others have told me, these wobbles are useful. I rather like it when he strays as I already have a clutch of ideas for ‘punishments’, or ‘consequences’ as I like to call them. It’s fun thinking about them.

Sal.

 

When he came in yesterday (Saturday) late afternoon, he was really sheepish. He apologised yet again and asked if ‘things were ok’. I said I wasn’t very annoyed any more (in truth, I never was) but I said that there would definitely be consequences but that I needed to think about them and perhaps get advice. He asked, “from Laura?” He said, “Must you?” and I just said “Yes, but probably also from the forum, the internet etc”. Then I asked him what he thought the consequences should be (thanks to @spider203 for suggesting that!) He immediately suggested that perhaps he should simply be required to take off his cage and have sex with me. Very funny, I thought. So I said, “No seriously”, although I was actually thinking that sounded quite fun. He said he would think about it. I haven't had a response yet.

I said he would need to leave the cage on while he had a shower before we went out.

We met up with our friends in the pub, about 9 of us, including Laura and her husband. It was all very jolly and we moved around all evening so we all got to chat to each other. It was just an ordinary night out. When I spoke to Laura, neither of us mentioned anything to do with all of this. I did notice at one point, when Laura and My Pete happened to have come back from the loo about the same time that they were standing chatting together for a while – it seemed perfectly natural. And that was it. At about 11 we left and walked home, holding hands.

As we walked, he asked me if I was still angry. I said no. He apologised again and asked if I knew yet what the consequences would be and I said I still wanted to think about it and also to talk to Laura. I asked if he'd had any ideas about what the consequences should be, and he just repeated that he'd found being splayed over the sofa very humbling. I made a mental note.

He asked me whether I’d mentioned anything to Laura this evening and I said of course not, with everyone around! He said that he realised now that she’s very discreet. I said I’d seen the two of them chatting and asked if everything was ok. He said that he’d begun talking to Laura about next week’s rail strikes and had realised that she wasn’t going to bring anything else into the conversation, or mention it at all. He said he’d then told her that he knew that she and I had spoken and that he was embarrassed about her knowing about the chastity thing, but thanked her for being discreet. He said that she’d told him that she spends her professional life keeping secrets – her job depends on it. Then he said she looked at him and said, “I guess you’re wearing it now?” which made his stomach totally flip. Before he could say anything, she had said that he was very lucky to have me (I blush) but perhaps what he didn’t realise was just how lucky I am to have him (which is true but good for him to hear from someone else). I think My Pete rather relished reporting this to me! He told her, and now told me, that he was happy that I had another woman to chat to – someone with domme experience and she had replied that she didn’t have that much experience, more ‘domme-ish’. And that was apparently the extent of the conversation.

When we got back, I had a text from Laura saying, “I think you’ll have his blessing but do check. I’m alone Sunday lunchtime, or Monday evening if you want to come round?”

It’s Sunday late morning now, My Pete is shopping and I’m going to Laura's for lunch!

Sal