Two Velvet Gloves

Two Velvet Gloves

Themes/content warning: Female Led Relationship, FemDom, male sub, high heels, Keyholder, cockcage, mild CBT, consent as rapport in a LTR

You'll be here in a minute. You're taking me out for dinner tonight and you're never late. We're going to the finest restaurant in town, and I've dressed for the occasion. The stockings that you love me to wear, tucked into a pair of heels so high that I am almost the same height as you when I wear them. A figure-hugging black velvet dress that emphasises the smooth, firm curve of my arse. I've put my long, red hair up in an elegant bun, adorned with a black and antique gold feather fascinator. Now I am taller than you. I put on a wolf faux fur shrug that makes people stop and stare. Only some of them notice the tiny golden key hanging like a pendant around my neck on a fine gold chain. One last thing, to complete my outfit - two long, black, perfectly fitted velvet gloves.

I hear your car pulling up outside. Then your key in the door, and your footsteps on the stairs. They fall silent outside my door.

"Come!" I command, and you open the door and enter.

You see them as soon as you come into the room. The gloves. I see you swallow nervously, and I know that you're hard in your cage now. You know what to expect, I've trained you. You swallow again. I walk over to you, and with one gloved finger I tip your chin up so you're looking straight into my eyes. I lean in to kiss you, leaving scarlet lipstick on your lips. Laughing, I command you to fix the perfect lipstick that I've just ruined, but I don't allow you to remove the traces from your own lips. You're mine. I own you and everyone will be able to see it.

We walk out to the car, you hold the door open for me, as I slide gracefully into the passenger seat. You drive us to the restaurant, and I take your arm as we walk through the door. The waiter comes, addressing you - you're the man after all. I allow it. The menu comes and I choose two meals. I can never decide what I want to eat, so I choose two and try both, allowing you to eat whatever's left. When the waiter comes and takes the order from you, he thinks you're ordering for me. It amuses me. When he's gone, I reach forward and caress your face with my gloved hand. You swallow hard. Under the table, I run the toe of my shoe up your calf, before pressing the heel sharply into your groin. You take a sharp intake of breath, before whispering:

"Thank you, Goddess."

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When I've finished eating, I have desert. I take my time to eat it, savouring it slowly and looking you in the eyes as I place each mouthful languorously into my mouth. Every now and then, I lean forward and caress your cheek, or touch the golden key hanging at my throat. You're not allowed desert.

The waiter comes and you pay the bill, leaving a generous tip. Not that the waiter deserves it - misogynist prick. You stand and graciously come to attend me, pulling out my chair and arranging the shrug on my shoulders. I take your arm and lean into you as we walk to the car. You open the door for me, and when I'm settled, you get in and drive us home. It's not far, but there's time for me to tease you a little...

"What have you been fantasising about lately, baby?" I ask, I want to get your blood flowing a little before we get home.

Besides, I genuinely want to know - what better way to tease and then deny you than by knowing exactly what you want?

We arrive back at my place. You open the door for me and escort me to the living room, before preparing fresh mint tea for me to drink. Once I'm settled, I send you downstairs to the playroom to prepare yourself for me. I write a little, while I'm waiting. I like to write stories about you, it helps me plan our time together. It's a very enjoyable way to talk about what we might like to do together - and reading my stories makes you so horny.

After a while, I come and find you. You know I'm coming, you can here each slow and deliberate footstep on the stairs. Those heels know a thing or two about building anticipation. I walk into the room to find you naked and kneeling for me. Naked that is except for a golden metal cock cage, the one you wear for me on our dates. I call it your dress cage. It's a little roomy. I like making you hard inside it. I like to see your cock bulging and straining for release. I'm a kind Goddess though, I allow you to have a smaller one for daily wear and at night, so that you're not troubled by bothersome erections.

In front of you, you have placed your collar. You're not allowed to put it on, only I'm allowed to do that. I stand in front of you waiting, tapping my foot lightly on the floor.

"Is there something you wish to ask me, baby?" I enquire.

"Goddess, if it would please you, may I request that you put my collar on for me?" You say, humbly.

"Hmm... let me see, baby. Have you been a good boy for me this week? Have you completed your tasks?" I like to make you sweat a little. "Have you been a good boy for me? Have you been good enough to earn your collar today?"

You respond with true devotion in your voice, "Goddess, I sincerely hope that my behaviour has earned me my collar today. I have tried to complete the tasks that you set as best as I can for you, and I have worshipped you daily as you desire."

"Mmm... yes, that is true. I suppose that you have been a good boy for me this week. Good enough to earn your collar today. You may wear it all weekend." I say, graciously.

You lift up the collar for me, and I take it in my velvet gloved hands and walking behind you, I fasten it gently around your neck. I see your body relax as the leather encircles you and everything is set right in your world. Owned.

"Good boy," I say, running my fingers across your hair.

I see you have laid out 3 canes for me on the table. I've trained you well. These beautiful, velvet gloves like to give pain as well as pleasure. I run my fingers over the canes. Two you often choose for me and a third, an unusual choice. It gives you pain that you don't really enjoy. Perhaps you haven't been such a good boy after all... I circle back around to face you, and run the toe of my heels along your thigh. Then I press down, gently but firmly on your balls. You take a sharp breath in, but I see your cock starting to fill out that golden cage.

I laugh a little with delight, "Oh baby, you're such a slut, aren't you? Are you going to take some pain for me tonight?"

I press my toes down again, on your cute, shaved balls.

"Yes, Goddess," you gasp, your voice thick with arousal. "It would be an honour to take your pain tonight."

"Good boy," I say, "Get up and go and stand by the cross for me."

You stand and swiftly make your way over to the St Andrew's cross on the wall. It is set up for you, and I fasten the cuffs firstly to your wrists and then your ankles. You like to be secured, it helps you better take the cane. I run my gloved hands across your gently freckled skin, your long back and pert little buttocks. You're such a gorgeous sight, naked and bound for me.

"Which one shall I start with, baby?" I whisper into your ear. You swallow a little, I only usually pick one. You stutter a little, your head all fuzzy with this unexpected situation, but your fantasies were all about wanting to give me more. I kiss your neck gently, and stroke my velvet fingers along your arm. You shiver.

"Mmm... shall I choose for you?" I whisper.

"Yes, Goddess, please choose for me. I want to take whatever you want to give me tonight," you say, sounding a little breathless.

I decide to be gentle with you, at least to begin with. I take the cane you find easiest and warm you up with light strokes across both buttocks. It's so much fun to see how manly you are, taking them so easily.

"You're such a good boy for me, aren't you, baby? You're doing so well! Shall we try the next one? You can show me what a big man you are, can't you baby?" I say, laughing and teasing you.

"Yes, Goddess. Please, Goddess!" you beg.

But I want you to say it... I crack the cane down onto your buttocks. "Say it!"

"Yes, Goddess! Please let me show you what a big man I am for you, Goddess!"

That's better! You are such a good boy. I come close and kiss you, nuzzling into your neck and stroking your back. Then running those velvet gloves across those smarting buttocks. You shiver a little, breathing heavily.

I take the second cane. I know there will be a little struggle for you in it. But you're warmed up and ready for what I want to give you. I bring the cane down sharply across your arse. You grunt a little. I love hearing you grunting with the pain, it makes me wet. This cane comes down six times each one next to the one before, and I hear six little grunts from you. You wriggle a little between each one, before settling for the next. You really are a good boy. I put the cane down and come back to be close to you. I drape myself across your back, so you can feel me, the velvet of my dress so soft on those hot reddening welts across your butt. I press myself into you a little, making you wince and making you breathless all at the same time.

"What do you need now, baby?" I ask, and you whisper,

"Oh, Goddess! Give me more."

I switch the second cane, for the third. I know you want it. I know you're ready for it. We've been building up to this for a while. I make you count each one, all six. I know you're ready for the next when I hear you count the previous one. Each stroke lands heavier than the last, each one makes you jerk away, but there's nowhere you can go, strapped to the cross and helpless. Not until I'm done with you. You cry out a little with each stroke taking my pain for me, one by one until that last count - six.

And then we're done.

My beautiful boy.

My good boy.

*My* boy.