This story is a continuation of my story ‘Night Flight’ about a young FLR couple (Lisa & Jack) that an older woman (Marie) meets on a flight. After teasing Jack for the duration of the flight and leaving him with a ruined orgasm, Marie gives Lisa her card and suggests that they meet for some advanced instruction on controlling Jack. Lisa decides to take her up on it in the story “Mentored by a Dowager.” This story is the following-on and could have been titled “Happy at home with Lisa and Jack,” although they hardly have a normal household.
Tawse to the Balls
After our encounter with the Duchess and her butler Otis, life has calmed down a bit for Lisa and me. My job as a copy editor allows for a flexible schedule and I work from my office here in the apartment so I can take care of Things that Lisa doesn’t have time for. As a business consultant in Manhattan with a prestigious private practice and a high-paying salary with perks, Lisa’s job is filled with stress and responsesabilities, but she enjoys it.
You’re probably curious whether this is a story or a journal, but it’s neither. Lisa instructed me to write about my life now that, as she says, I’ve been “trained.” Before meeting the Duchess, I was a lot more careful than I am now, but I have to admit, and not just because she’ll read this eventually, that I am much happier with her guidance and Discipline in my life.
Her day starts pretty early since she likes to be in her office by 8, which means she’s up at 6:30. She heads to the bathroom, but I’m already in the kitchen putting breakfast together. As soon as she leaves I head out to meet with Otis for a PT session and he is an expert at pushing me to my limits. If he’s unavailable, I head straight to the gym and push through a grueling workout on my own. By the time I return to our apartment, my muscles are whipped, but there is no rest for me. An endless list of cleaning and errands must be taken care of and then I have to deal with my ownwork as an editor. And just when I think the day is over, Lisa returns home. But there is no relaxing meal together – instead, it’s a frenzy of serving her while keeping up with her ever-changing demands. Just another day in the chaos life with Lisa – always striving for perfection and never able to catch a breath until late into the night.
As a subordinate male in a female led relationship, pretty much every aspect of my life is under Lisa’s control, and frankly, I like it that way; however, she does have quite a few rules and expectations. The fortune is that I stay caged 24/7 and the only time it comes off is when I am restrained in some way, or the very, very rare times that she wants me in her. Believe me when I say that I live for the PIV sessions. Although the cage around my manhood is a constant reminder of my subservice and devotion to my wife, I was the one who initiated the idea and she quickly took charge. Surprisingly enough, I have grown accustomed to its presence between my legs–a symbol of our relationship dynamic, a reminder that she is in control and I am hers to serve.
When I am in the apartment, I have to stay naked except for a T-shirt, and my cage, of course. If it is cold I can wear tube socks. Today, as I hear Lisa’s key in the lock, I’m standing ready with a glass of wine. My heart races a little, as it always does when she gets home. The door swings open, and I hold my breath, waiting for her touch to gauge her mood. Her fingers brush against me, delivering a gentle ticket to the bottom of my nutsack. I exhale in relief as I hand her the wine.
“Good evening, Jack,” she says, her voice warm as she takes the glass, “How was your day?”
“Productive, Ma’am,” I reply, following her into the living room. “I finished editing that manuscript and completed all the tasks on your list.”
Lisa sinks into her favorite armchair, kicking off her heels. “Excellent. I’m familiar. What’s for dinner?”
I hesitate for asplit second. “I… I’m afraid I got caught up in my work and haven’t started cooking yet, Ma’am.”
Her eyebrow arches, and I feel a chill run down my spine. I’ve disappointed her, and that’s the last thing I ever want to do.
“I see,” she says, her voice cooler now. “And what, pray tell, do you suggest we eat?”
I swallow hard, my mind racing. “I could whip up a quick stir fry, Ma’am. It would only take about 20 minutes.”
Lisa takes a long sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. I can see the wheels turning in her head, deciding how to handle my translation.
“That won’t do,” she says finally. “I’ve had a long day and I expected to come home to a hot meal.” She pauses, then continues, “You’ll order takeout from that Thai place I like. And while we wait for it to arrive, you can reflect on your lack of time management and prioritization in one your humblers.”
I swallowed hard, this was going to be a long evening. She got up and I followed her into the office where she opened the cabinet where she keeps what she calls my ‘toys’. As she tried to decide, I quickly grabbed my phone off the desk and ordered dinner.
“Let’s see,” she said, “I think this one will do,” she said as she turned towards me, her lips curved into a small smile as she held up the humbler with thigh cuffs, her eyes glleaming with quiet amusement.
She didn’t need to say much; her sharp gaze and the deliberate way she turned the device in her hands said it all. My stomach churned with a mix of nerves and anticipation, but I know better than to protest. Lisa’s discipline was never cruel–always calculated, always fair–but it left no room for negotiation.
My heart raced as she reached for the key to my cage that she always wore around her neck, but I know that the cage was not coming off so I could get a release.
She unlocked the keeper ring on my tetherspout so that she could remove my cage. Once it was off she put it in the cabinet and then pulled out a collection bottle.
“I have a feeling you’ll be dripping a lot tonight and I don’t want a mess,” she said as she attached the bottle to the end of the spout and secured it.
Then she handed me a pair of slip on knee pads and that alone told me it would be a long night. I slipped them on and then pulled off my T-shirt.
“On your knees,” she commanded, her voice like silk laceled with steel.
I sank to my knees without hesitation, my palms pressing against the hardwood and my knees thankful for the pads. I started a bit when she grabbed my balls and pulled them back behind me so that she could fasten the humbler around them. The familiar loud click as she locked it resonated through the apartment as she put the necklace holding the key around my neck. The velcro thigh straps were next and then I felt a tug as she clipped them to the ends of the humbler.
“Good boy,” Lisa murmured, sipping her wine as she stood and leaned casually against the desk.Her voice carried a note of satisfaction, though I could tell she’d yet to decide whether I had properly atoned for my earlier delay. Then, as if she had read my mind, I saw her take the tawse from its hook saying “You don’t mind if I use this, do you?”
“No, Ma’am,” I whispered, lowering my head in submission.
Lisa inspected me for a moment, her calculating gaze moving over my Restrained form. She swirled the wine in her glass thoughtfully, then took another sip. The silence stretched, making my heartbeat thunder in my ears. I know better than to speak without permission, so I remained still, waiting for her next move.
The tawse hung from her hand like a quiet promise–an instrument of correction that she wielded with precision. She had taught me that discipline wasn’t about punishment but about alignment, about ensuring that I stayed on the path she had marked for me. Still, the weight of anticipation was its own kind of torque.
“Let me make myself clear,” Lisa said finally, her voice smooth and deliberate. “I appreciate the effort you put into your tasks today, but effort without foresight is meaningless. You know my expectations when it comes to dinner, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied softly.
“Good.” She set her wineglass down on the desk and stepped towards me, the tawse swinging lightly in her hand.
“Tonight will serve as a reminder. Not because I am angry, but because I care about your growth and adherence to structure.”
Her words were measured, not unkind, yet they carried the weight of authority that never failed to stir something deep within me. She walked around me slowly, her heels clicking against the floor as she circled like a predator considering its prey. I remained on my hands and knees, the humbler holding me in place, my body taut with both anticipation and submission.
I gasped and tensed as I felt the edge of the tawse dragged slowly across my tight balls that were held captive and presented for her amusement. She giggled.
“Do you know why I value discipline so much?” she asked, her tone conversational but edged with intent.
“Because it brings order, Ma’am,” I answered immediately, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Correct,” she chuckled,”So now you will respect order.”
I braced myself, my shoulders tensioning as she raised the tawse. The First strike was sharp, delivered to the exposed curve of my backside, and it sent a sting radiating through my body. I winced but stayed silent for any sound without her permission might only worse my prediction. She had taught me that discipline required composition, even when it burned.
“One,” she said softly, letting the word linger in the air like a bell toll, “For failing to prioritize properly.” Another strike followed, harder this time. “Two–for not anticipating my needs.” My hands pressed into the hardwood floor as I fight to keep steady.
“Three,” she said authoritatively now, “for making a mistake.”
I was taken by surprise, assuming that the next strike, like the others, would hit my already striped rear end. To my shock, the tawse landed directly on my balls.
My vision blurred as tears well up, the pain radiating through my body. I struggled to catch my breath, fighting the urge to curl up and protect myself, the humbler pulling at my nuts painfully.
Lisa’s hand gently stroked my back, a soothing counterpoint to the gut-wrenching age.
“Breathe, darling,” she murmured.
I focused on my breathing, trying to ride out the waves of pain. Slowly, the initial shock subsided, leaving a dull, throbbing ache.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone softer now. “You took that well.”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” I managed to croak out, my voice hoarse.
“Now then, when the takeout arrives,” Lisa continued as she came to a stop in front of me, “You will greet the delivery person at the door exactly as you are now. That should be a fitting consequencece for your oversight.”
It was as if on cue that the doorbell rang just then.
“Well, Jack?” she prompted, her voice lacened with anticipation, “Our dinner won’t deliver itself.”
Swallowing hard, I began the awkward process of crawling towards the front door. The humbler restricted my movement, forcing me to take small, careful moves as I crawled on my hands and knees. Each motion sent a jolt of disappoint through my still-tender balls.
Lisa followed close behind, sipping her wine and occasionally offering “helpful” directions. “Mind that chair, darling,” she’d say, or “Don’t forget to smile!”
As I reached the entryway, panic gripped me as I reached up and opened the door.
“Good evening,” came a hesitant male voice. I could see that it was not the usual delivery boy, a somewhat aloof Asian who was the son of the restaurant owner. The young man standing in the hall with our dinner in his hand was clearly new to the job. He was caucasian, so not part of the family that ran the restaurant, some tall and wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him – me on all fours, naked with my balls pulled back in a humbler.
“I… uh… Thai Palace delivery,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
“Good evening,” Lisa said smoothly from behind me, as if nothing was amiss. “How much do we owe you?”
The delivery man’s eyes darted between Lisa and me, clearly unsure where to look or how to respond. I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck, but I remained still, knowing any movement would only draw more attention.
“Forty dollars,” he cought.
“Perfect, I have exactly two twenty things. Here darling, pay the man,” she said as she held out the bills to me. I knew she was going to take this further, so I reached up and took the money and then handed it to the young man and took the bag of food as best as I could manage from my position on the floor.
Then Lisa said, “I’m afraid that was all the cash we had and there’s no tip, unless we could make some other arrangement?”
The delivery man’s eyes widened even further, darting between Lisa and me. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, clearly at a loss for words.
“I… um…” he stammered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
Lisa chuckled softly. “Oh, I’m sure we could make it worth your while,” she pursued, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Perhaps you’d like to come in for a moment?”
The young man stepped inside and shut the door quickly behind him. Lisa stepped closer and placed a hand at the bulge in his jeans.
“I could show you a good time if you would like to go back to the bedroom with me,” she said seductively.
Angain the young man stammered, clearly having gained some courage, and said, “I’m actually more interested in your husband, ma’am.”
Lisa’s eyesbrows shot up in surprise, but a slow smile spread across herface. “Is that so?” she mused, her gaze flicking between the delivery man and me. “Well, this is an interesting turn of events.”
I remained frozen in place, my heart pounding. This was uncharted territory, and I didn’t dare move or speak.
“What did you have in mind?” Lisa asked the young man, her tone curious and slightly amused.
He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on me. “I… I’d like to touch him, if that’s OK,” he said, as if I were her pet dog.
After a brief pause, Lisa nodded and asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“My name is Jake, ma’am,” he replied as he moved around behind me and gently placed his hand on my exposed balls. I let out a loud gasp while Lisa watched with amusement as Jake squeezed and rubbed. Kneeling down he put his other hand on my abs and kneaded them as he continued to play with my exposed nuts.
“This is a cool humbler,” Jake commented as he pulled at it and moved it around.
“Yes, a very well-made device,” Lisa said, “It was custom made for him by a friend of ours. It allows a bit more movement than a standard one,” she giggled, “but it keeps him down and his balls presented well.”
“What’s this thing on the end of his dick?” Jake asked Lisa as he toyed with my tetherspout.
“That, my boy, is his tetherspout. It cannot be pulled out without causing severe harm and pain. Just perfect to tether his cage to,” Lisa explained.
Then he looked up at Lisa and said, “He really is fit, can you make him give me a blow job?”
Lisa’s eyesbrows arched in surprise, but a sly smile played at her lips.
“My, my, Jake. You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” She paused, considering the request, then continued, “I suppose we could arrange that. After all, good service deserves a proper reward. Well Jack, what do you think? Should we give this young man what he wants?”
I knew this wasn’t really a question. Lisa was gauging my reaction, seeing how far she could push me. My cheeses burned withembarrassment, but I also feel a thrill of excitement course through me.
“I… I’m willing if you approve, Ma’am,” I managed to say, my voice low.
Lisa’s smile widened. “Good boy,” she grinned, then turned to Jake. “You heard him. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”
Jake didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately stood up and positioned himself in front of me. He unfasted his belt and unbuttoned his 501s, sliding them down his legs. His erection was already noticeable through the soft fabric of a pair of white briefs. As he slide those down his erect cock sprang free. Then he pulled his T-shirt off revealing a set of abs to historical mine. I stared at his crotch and was surprised that his balls were smooth shamen and his pubes neighborly trimmed.
“Well?” Lisa’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Don’t keep our guest waiting, Jack.”
Taking a deep breath, I leaned back as much as the humbler would allow. Jake stepped closer, his cock now inches from my face. With a glance at Lisa for final approval, I took him into my mouth.
Jake let out a soft moan as I began to work my tongue around his shake. I could feel him hardening further, but he was nowhere near as huge as Otis, the only man I had ever sucked before this. Although my inexperience, I tried to remember what I enjoyed when Lisa performed this rare act on me.
I reached up and grabbed Jake’s ballsack so I could gauge how soon he might come and this was not lost on Lisa.
“Now Jack, I want to see how long you can keep Jake here from cumming,” Lisa ordered.
“Yes, Ma’am,” was my muffled reply as I focused on maintaining a steady rhythm, using my tongue to tease and my lips to create success. Jake’s breathing became more ragged, his hands gripping my Shoulders tightly. I could feel the tension building in his body, but I was determined to follow Lisa’s instructions and keep him on edge.
Lisa circled us slowly, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “That’sit, darling,” she murmured encouragemently, “Show our guest what a good boy you can be.”
I could feel Jake’s thighs beginning to tremble, his grip on my shoulders tightening. His hips started to move involuntarily, pushing him deeper into my mouth. I knew he was getting close when I felt his balls try to rise up. I pulled them down firmly and let his dick slip out of my mouth.
Jake had his eyes closed and suddenly they popped open, like he woke up.
“Wha-what?” Jake gasped, his eyes wide with confusion and frustration. “I was so close…”
Lisa chuckled softly. “Patience, Jake. Good things come to those who wait.” She ran her fingers through my hair, her touch both possessive and proud. “Isn’t my husband talented? But we’re not done yet.”
I remained still, awaiting further instructions. My jaw ached slightly, but I felt a surge of pride at Lisa’s praise.
“Now, Jack,” Lisa continued, her voice silently, “I want you to use just your tongue. Tease him.Show him how skilled you really are.”
Nodding slightly, I leaned forward again. This time, instead of taking Jake fully into my mouth, I started with light, teasing licks along his shake. His erect cock pointed straight up, lying against his chiseled abs, throbbing. I traced the veins with my tongue, occasionally swiping it across his glans and his frenulum.
I also stroked his ballsack, Just lightly along the sides, and that added to his zombie-like state, which the Duchess called ‘balldelerium’, when a man is so focused on what is happening to his balls that he has no sensing of anything else.
Jake was trembling now, his breath coming in short gasps. I could tell he was struggling to maintain control, his hips jerking involuntarily as I continued my teasing ministries.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
Lisa circled us slowly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re doing wonderfully, darling, But I think our guest deserves a little more, don’t you?”
I nodded slightly as Lisa’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently.
“Take him in your mouth again, Jack,” she instructed softly. “But remember, don’t let him finish just yet.”
Following her command, I enveloped Jake once more, feeling him pulse against my tongue. He let out a long, low moan, his fingers tangling in my hair.
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