Once Dr. Grace and Sandra were comfortable, she said, “Does Jason have a safe word?”

“Yes,” Sandra said.

“Has he used it?” the doctor asked.

“No, not yet,” Sandra said.

"That's good, and honestly, it's pretty surprising considering his condition," she said.

“He has surprised me as well. I don’t know what his limit is yet,” Sandra said.

"Be careful. Test his limits, but don't go too far. It's a delicate balance," Dr. Grace said.

"I understand. It's just hard when he melts around me," Sandra said.

"That makes him vulnerable," the doctor warned. "Take advantage of it, but don't misuse it."

"Once I get started, I can get a little carried away," Sandra admitted with a grin.

"I know, but as women in FLRs, we have to keep our excitement in check. We don't want to cause any lasting harm," she said.

“I don’t want that. I love him. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” Sandra said.

The doctor said, “He appears to be a gem. Truly submissive men are hard to find. Some men say they are, but they don’t really have the mental capacity to handle a dominant woman. Of course, submission can look very different from person to person. Some people prefer structure and rituals, while others desire spontaneity and freedom within their submission—and all forms are equally valid. What matters is that each person finds what feels authentic and fulfilling for them.”

"Oh, he's a gem. I've never met anyone like him. When he's with others, he takes charge and stands out. But with me, he softens, listens, speaks gently, and always tries to make me feel comfortable. There's not much he wouldn't do for me," Sandra said, her voice full of pride and her eyes shining for a moment.

“You’re lucky. Oh, before I forget, I want to prescribe a daily dose of Cialis for Jason,” Dr. Grace said.

Sandra chuckled. “Whatever for?”

Dr. Grace offered a knowing smile. “Why did you cage Jason?”

“Because he couldn’t stop masturbating,” she replied.

“And did you wish to prevent an erection with the cage?” the doctor inquired.

Sandra paused. "No, that’s not it. I actually love him trying to get hard, teasing him, making him squirm in there. The cage makes it more fun for both of us."

“What other reason would you want him hard?” Dr. Grace pressed.

Sandra paused again and considered the doctor's previous comments about testosterone. Then she said, "Uh… it keeps his testosterone levels high, which helps maintain his energy, mood, sex drive, and supports muscle and bone strength. That's important for his physical health."

“Yes. Good. You were listening. But beyond health, why do you desire his testosterone to remain elevated?”

Again, Sandra thought about what the doctor had said. “Oh, because it guarantees he always desires me and focuses on my desires and needs,” Sandra answered.

"Exactly. So, our first goal is maintaining his testosterone, and for that, he needs erections. Even men who have erectile dysfunction can experience desire, but medications like Cialis and Viagra are used to help create erections by relaxing blood vessels. If a man rarely gets erections, over time, he may lose the ability, lowering testosterone and desire. That could set back your progress," the doctor explained.

“Well, I certainly don’t want to do that,” Sandra returned with concern.

"Erectile dysfunction, or ED, can be caused by physical or psychological factors. If a man thinks his partner doesn’t want him to get hard, that mental block can prevent erections. This can lead to reduced testosterone and sex drive. Physical causes of ED, like circulation problems, often respond to treatments such as Cialis, but mental causes don’t. To help Jason, praise him whenever he gets an erection—caged or not—to show you welcome it. Ideally, he should want to get hard just at the sight of you," Dr. Grace said.

“I would love that,” Sandra replied, warmth and delight lighting her eyes and a soft laugh escaping her. “I know he sometimes will get swollen just by looking at me, even when I am not dressed sexy or even in a sexy mood. Sometimes, I am just lying around in my old sweats, and he tries to get erect.”

“Exactly what you want. So, you should work on that with your words and deeds. Some examples could include telling him, ‘I love seeing you hard like this,’ or ‘It pleases me to know you’re so excited for me.’ Or even, and I like this one, ‘I love that you love me so much that you are sacrificing your physical pleasure for me... that you are caged for me.’ You might also compliment his body, caress him gently, or make eye contact and smile when you notice his arousal. Even a playful comment like ‘You make me feel irresistible’ or a soft touch can be very motivating. The important point is to create positive associations for him, so he feels appreciated and desired.”

Sandra frowned, her eyebrows knitting together with a hint of worry. "But his cage is tiny—the smallest I could find. He can't really get hard in it."

“That’s perfectly acceptable. He can still achieve an erection, though it will primarily be contained within. It is actually inside his body,” Dr. Grace clarified. “But sometimes it is fine to put him in a cage where he can get maybe halfway erect. It helps exercise the muscle and blood flow.”

"Yeah, I kind of miss seeing him get swollen. It's actually cute watching him walk around with his little guy bouncing. I think because he's so small, he gets really, really hard. I used to joke that if he were eight inches, he'd be a lady killer. We always laughed about that," Sandra said, giggling.

“Exactly. You’re already changing how he thinks, and it works in your favor. You want him to get excited just by seeing you, as I said before. You want him always to want you, even when you feel the least sexy, or when you’re disciplining him.”

“I’m not entirely sure he does when I cane him. I mean, he accepts it, and… wait, the last time I disciplined him, his penis was dripping. I found that very interesting,” Sandra remarked.

Dr. Grace smiled. “This is a common occurrence for women in FLRs who employ discipline. He may not achieve an erection due to the pain, but the excitement can still be present. This stems from his willingness to endure the pain for you; it’s an extension of his service mindset. He is giving you a gift.”

“That’s interesting,” Sandra said.

Dr. Grace continued, “So tell me, why do you discipline him? Is it more for correction, or for your own enjoyment?”

"He rarely does anything wrong now, and I’m not usually angry at him when I use the cane. Jason’s quite compliant. Sometimes he needs correction, but mostly, I find it exciting," Sandra admitted.

“I suspect if you were to remove the cage immediately after disciplining him, he would achieve an erection quite rapidly, particularly with the assistance of Cialis. This would be a clear indicator that you are successfully directing all his energy and desire towards you,” the doctor stated.

“I like that idea,” Sandra said.

The doctor nodded and continued. “However, there is another reason for your discipline, is there not?”

Sandra thought for a moment. “Yes. When I experience frustration at work, using the cane on him allows me to release that frustration. By the time I am finished, my frustration has dissipated, replaced by excitement.”

“Excellent. You’re making great progress. Most of my new patients in FLRs aren’t as far along as you. You clearly understand your own desires and, I think, you are also providing what he needs. So, all of that is why I am prescribing a low dose of Cialis to help with any worries about his erections. Does that make things clearer for you now?”

“Yes, thank you. I hadn’t thought about that before,” Sandra said.

“These are the topics I explore in my classes, and there’s much more to cover. You’ll also learn from the other woman’s perspective. I hope I’m helping grow this community, so my classes are free,” Dr. Grace said.

I will absolutely sign up,” Sandra declared, nodding assent.

“Now, what I am about to say is going to blow your mind.”

“Like you haven’t already done that,” Sandra said with a laugh.

Dr. Grace removed her medical coat, showing a fitted beige dress that hugged her curves. Her nipples pressed against the fabric. As she sat down and crossed her legs, her dress slid up her thighs.

“You have a wonderful shape,” Sandra said, her voice low and deliberate, a surprising quiver of excitement and admiration threading her words.

“Thank you. I try. It gets harder with age and after three kids. I work out a lot. Once you reach your mid-thirties, you need a routine. You look very fit, too,” Dr. Grace said.

Sandra caught a glint in Dr. Grace’s eyes that sent a shiver through her. She wondered: had the doctor ever been with a woman?

As if reading her mind, Dr. Grace smiled and said, “I do appreciate the female form, in all ways.”

Sandra’s eyes opened wider, her breath catching in surprise.

“Yes, I have had female lovers. I have a regular one now. I can see from your look that you are surprised,” Dr. Grace said.

Sandra was speechless, her lips parting in surprise as her eyes looked away. A warm blush crept up her neck, and her face showed a mix of fascination and confusion.

Dr. Grace said, “As a strong woman in an FLR, you have the option of taking both female and male lovers. It is one of the many benefits of being in a female-led relationship. I highly recommend it.”

Her reaction to this conversation surprised her and brought back a memory she had long buried. One night, she and her roommate, who was also her best friend, celebrated the end of finals. They drank more than usual at a party and ended up alone in an upstairs bedroom at a frat house. They had slipped into the room after seeing two female classmates go into another room. Suppressing giggles, they pressed their ears to the wall and heard what was clearly two people making love. To their surprise, they ended up kissing on the bed, which led to them making love. The next day, they were too embarrassed to talk about it. Even though they stayed good friends, neither ever mentioned it again. Sandra felt herself getting wet from both the memory and the obvious sexiness Dr. Grace was showing.

She forced herself to go back to the previous subject, and she said, “It has been a requirement for Jason and me to keep very physically active. I go to the gym three times a week and also do yoga. Jason has always been into taekwondo, and that requires vigorous exercise,” Sandra said.

“I can see that in Jason. He is eye-candy, as they say. He is very well built... too bad his penis is so small,” the doctor said. “But if he had a large penis, you wouldn’t be having this much fun.

“That’s true, but I would love a big cock,” Sandra responded.

“Well, taking a lover is one solution to that problem,” the doctor said.

Sandra shivered because of her words. “I’m getting there,” she said.

“Well, what I am about to say might get you there quicker. I’m sure you’ve given a lot of oral sex in your life, especially in college,” Dr. Grace said.

“Oh God, yes,” Sandra said with a smile. “And I totally love to swallow. Between you and me, I sometimes went out with guys just to suck their cocks. I think I was addicted to swallowing cum.”

Dr. Grace smiled. “Chances are, you were. There’s science to back that up.”

Sandra was now more than a little intrigued. “Addictive? Are you serious?”

“Yes... allow me to explain,” Dr. Grace said, her look reflective. "You may find this surprising, but numerous studies have explored the possible health benefits of semen, such as its possible effects on emotional state and well-being."

“Okay, you have my interest,” Sandra said.

“There’s actually research behind much of what I’m about to share, and you can look into it yourself if you’re interested. Semen is almost like a miracle mood-altering drug for women,” Dr. Grace said.

Sandra laughed out loud. “You’re kidding?”

“I’m completely serious. You might not know what’s actually in semen, so allow me to explain. Most people think semen is mostly sperm, but that’s not true. Sperm cells make up only about 5 to 10 percent. The rest, about 90 to 95 percent, is a fluid called seminal plasma. This isn’t just a simple liquid; it’s a mix of substances from different glands in the male body. Its main job is to protect, feed, and energize sperm as they travel toward fertilization,” Dr. Grace explained.

Sandra nodded, amazed, and listened closely to everything Dr. Grace said.

“Let’s break down what’s in this mix. First, there’s fructose, a simple sugar that gives sperm energy to move. Next are proteins and enzymes. These protect sperm from the acidic environment in the female body and help the fluid stay the right thickness so sperm can move easily. Are you still with me? It’ll all make sense soon.”

“Yes, yes,” Sandra said, suddenly breathless.

“Third, there are important minerals and vitamins, like zinc, that help keep sperm healthy and protect their DNA. Vitamins C and B12 act as antioxidants and support cell health. But semen isn’t just about nutrients. It also contains hormones and chemicals that can affect mood. These are the same kinds of compounds that influence our emotions, stress, and well-being. That’s what makes this so interesting.”

Sandra said, “So it has a lot of good stuff in there? And I thought it was just baby-making stuff.”

“That is its primary job, but there’s more. First, there’s cortisol, the main stress hormone, which helps control inflammation and the immune system. Second is melatonin, which you probably know as the sleep hormone. It helps us fall asleep. Third is serotonin, often called the ‘feel-good’ chemical, which affects mood, happiness, and contentment.”

“So it can alter mood and happiness?” she asked.

“Exactly, but there’s still more. Fourth is oxytocin, often called the ‘romance hormone’ or ‘bonding hormone.’ It helps create feelings of trust, closeness, and connection. Women release it during hugs, childbirth, and breastfeeding, and it’s important for building strong emotional bonds. From an evolutionary point of view, it makes sense. This mix in male semen is designed to help sperm survive and succeed.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” Sandra said.

“But what happens when this mix enters a different part of the body, like the digestive system? Then, these substances don’t just help sperm. They get absorbed into the bloodstream and can have new effects. These effects aren’t simply about making babies. They influence a woman’s body in many interesting ways. That’s where the possible benefits start to show up.”

Sandra giggled. “So, all that sperm I drank in college became part of my DNA and made me even more of a slut.”

Dr. Grace laughed. “Yes, that first load of semen you swallowed started it all.”

“I knew it wasn’t my fault,” she joked.

Dr. Grace laughed again and continued, “Now that we know what’s in semen, let’s talk about some interesting research on how it might affect a woman’s mind and body. These aren’t guaranteed results, but scientists have noticed some surprising connections. The most talked-about benefit is its possible antidepressant effect. This idea got attention after a 2002 study at the State University of New York at Albany. Researchers asked nearly 300 sexually active college women about their sexual habits and mood. They grouped the women by whether they consumed semen never, sometimes, or always. The results were clear: women who always swallowed semen reported fewer signs of depression and were generally happier than the other groups.”

Sandra’s eyes were open wide now. “So that is why I felt so good in college.”

“Maybe. The main theory is that mood-boosting chemicals in semen, for example serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins, are absorbed through the digestive tract and enter the bloodstream. Once there, they can act like an antidepressant and help you feel better. So, the good feeling after intimacy might not just be in your head; it could be a real chemical effect. Besides mood, some of these substances, like melatonin, might help with relaxation and sleep. Even though there isn’t much melatonin, it could still help you feel calm or sleepy.”

“And I thought I crashed after a wild night of sucking cock was because I was drunk,” Sandra said with a laugh.

“It could have been both,” she said.

Dr. Grace paused and smiled. “One more thing. It is not scientific, and I can’t cite any studies, but my opinion is that black men produce more sperm than white men on average, and that’s one reason why women who have black lovers are often happier and better-adjusted. So, long story, short, my advice for happiness is to give plenty of oral sex to black men and always swallow. I guess that’s where the saying ‘once you go black, you can never go back’ comes from.”

“I love that,” Sandra said, laughing. “Dr. Grace, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I really appreciate it.”

“I share all of this because I want to support the lifestyle. It is the duty of all of the women in our FLR to support and spread the word about the benefits and beauty of FLRs, specifically caging their men and finding black lovers,” she said.

“I’ll do that as much as I can, but I can’t scream it from the rooftops, no matter how much I love it. You have your own practice and don’t have to worry about what people think. I’m in a high-pressure business where any mistake or slip-up could cost me my career. I want to be the youngest woman, or man, to make partner. But I fear that just being in the FLR group is a big risk for me,” Sandra said.

“I understand completely. Just supporting the group as much as you can is good enough,” Dr. Grace said. “Now, let’s get on the computer and order some of the things we discussed earlier. With their third glass of wine in hand, Sandra and Dr. Grace settled at the computer. Together, they selected butt plugs for Jason, a strap-on for Sandra, a few sounding devices, and three sizes of artificial cocks, from 3 inches to seven inches. Sandra wanted them all in black, as lifelike as possible, including the balls. The two of them giggled as they picked out the cocks with Dr. Grace picking an exact model of her own, which was a full nine inches.

Sandra thanked the doctor again and left. Her head was spinning with so much information that she was almost in overload.

The drive home was quiet. Both Sandra and Jason were deep in thought. Sandra needed time to process everything she had learned. Jason was also thinking things over. The idea of being pegged was completely new and made him uneasy. He wondered if it would hurt or if he might disappoint Sandra by not enjoying it. He knew he would go along with it, but the thought of giving up control made him feel exposed and nervous. Even though he trusted Sandra, he couldn't shake the anxious feeling just beneath the surface. Part of him hoped it might lead to something enjoyable, but he wasn't sure. Dr. Grace had said most men ended up liking it, but Jason found that hard to imagine. He tried to picture himself enjoying it, but right now, all he felt was uncertainty. Only time would tell.

When they got home, Sandra led Jason to the bedroom and surprised him by quickly undressing and lying on the bed. Jason understood what she wanted. As he parted her legs, he noticed how wet her panties were and thought it was because she was excited about pegging him. For Sandra, though, it meant more. Dr. Grace had opened her eyes to new possibilities. She now felt comfortable with the idea of having a lover, at least a male one, and she was sure her lover would be black. This realization brought a rush of excitement she hadn’t expected. There was a quiet desire inside her, rooted in dreams she had hidden for years. Wanting a black lover wasn’t just a physical fantasy for Sandra; it was something she deeply needed. It gave her a chance to explore parts of herself she thought she had lost. At the same time, she felt a bit guilty about how this might affect her relationship with Jason. She wondered if it would bring them closer, create new tension, or maybe both. Sandra decided to take things slowly, knowing she would need to be honest with Jason. Now, she just needed to find the right time and the right man.

The following day, before Jason’s regular discipline, they engaged in their customary check-in. Seated across from one another, Sandra broke the ice. "So, how are you feeling after yesterday?"

Jason hesitated before answering. "Honestly? Still nervous. I know you want to try pegging soon, but I'm not sure I'm ready. It feels like a lot."

Sandra reached for his hand. "Thank you for telling me. I don't want to rush you. Would you feel better if we delayed it a bit? Not permanently, just for a couple of weeks."

He nodded quickly. "Yes, please. I need more time to process. I want to do this for you, but right now it's overwhelming."

Sandra gave a tender smile. "You're not doing this just for me, Jason. This is something for both of us, and I only want to move forward when you're truly ready. How about we concentrate on sounding for now? Dr. Grace did say it's a good place to start."

Jason managed a small smile of relief. At least he knew how that felt. "Okay. That sounds less intimidating, since I have already done it. Thank you."  

Sandra squeezed his hand. "We'll take things at a slow pace, but we won’t delay it for long. The important thing is that we keep communicating."

They were making progress, and she didn’t want to introduce such a big change too soon. For now, she wanted to help him feel more comfortable about his place in all this. That was the first step.

She had also thought a lot about how to tease Jason better and wanted to use Dr. Grace’s advice during their time together. Most of the suggestions were easy to try right away. But one idea would need Jason’s woodworking skills. She pictured a new chair for their breakfast area, something stylish that matched their current decor and something she knew she couldn’t buy in a store.

“Jason, I have a task for you,” she announced, a flash in her glance. “And I believe you will find it rather appealing. It will call upon your woodworking talents.”

Jason’s surprise blended with interest. “Really?”

“Yes. Please build a special chair for me. One might even call it a ‘Queening’ chair,” she elaborated.

A trace of awareness crossed Jason’s face, followed by a jolt of shock. “A Queening chair?” His heartbeat accelerated.

“Yes. But I want it to be unique. It must match the chairs in our breakfast nook, as that is where its primary use will lie. I will probably use it at breakfast time before I head to work.”

Jason had been the architect of the breakfast nook’s chairs and table.

Sandra continued, “However, the chair’s true purpose must remain a closely guarded secret. You will need to be exceptionally inventive. It must be comfortable for both of us, as we anticipate frequent use. I require it to allow you access from below. It should be adjustable for your head as needed.”

A smile of understanding appeared on Jason’s face. He was very excited now. “So, you want me to build a chair in order for me to pleasure you with my mouth.”

“Yes. Do you believe you can manage that? I want to make it easy on both of us. When we use the chair, I won’t actually have to sit on your face or squat so that you can spend a lot more time there. It should be comfortable for both of us.”

Jason smiled. He liked the idea... a lot. “I will try my best.”

Jason spent most of his free time that week building the special chair. As he worked, he grew more excited. Every time he sanded or measured, he felt both nervous and eager. He imagined Sandra watching him and wondered how she would react to each new feature. Sometimes his hands shook as he put the pieces together. He tried a few designs before finding one that worked. Even his failed attempts gave him new ideas and fantasies. The finished chair looked like their other chairs, but the seat lifted to reveal a second, padded seat with an opening, like a commode. Underneath, he added an adjustable headrest that could be hidden. He could set it up for comfort while Sandra sat above him. He also hid wrist restraints under the arms and pictured being locked in place for as long as she wanted.

He would have to modify the other chairs to match the new one, but that wouldn’t be a problem. The most difficult part was making the chair adjustable so she could raise it or lower it. He installed a hand lever on the side so she could raise or lower the chair. That, and his head adjustment, gave them infinite height adjustment. She could lower it until she was literally sitting on his face.

Subsequently, he acquired a foam cushion for his knees for occasions when Sandra wanted him to kneel. When it was complete, he replaced one of the classic chairs with the new one. That evening, as Sandra arrived home, he waited for her on his knees at the door, a posture he often assumed. She smiled, dropped her briefcase, and started to lift her skirt. She had a trying day at work, and her pussy could use a little tender loving care.

“Wait. I have something for you,” he said, a quiver of nervousness in his voice. His heart throbbed, uncertain of her reaction. He rose and guided her into the kitchen. He observed her initial curiosity, followed by a shrug. He smiled. She hadn't noticed. He led her near and saw the dawning realization on her face. The table had partially obscured the view, yet even now, she was not entirely certain what was different.

Jason smiled and lifted the seat. Sandra gasps at the sight of the aperture. He then lowered the headrest beneath the chair. The realization fully dawned. “Oh, my. This is exquisite. No one would ever suspect it is anything other than a conventional chair. Let us try it,” she said excitedly.

His hands quivered as he helped her undress. The fabric slipped off her body. Sandra shivered in eager expectation while the cool air touched her skin. Jason noticed the fragrance of her perfume mixed with her arousal, a musky note that aroused him. He watched her sit down, saw her breathing quicken, her cheeks flush, and her eyes darken in excitement.

Jason knelt on the floor and carefully moved under the chair. His hands shivered as he adjusted the headrest a bit so he could get his head inside. When everything was ready, he looked up at Sandra above him and noticed her thighs trembling. The lighting let him see her clearly. He loved the view as he admired her pussy, thinking it was more beautiful than any artwork. Her outer lips were wet in excitement, and her inner lips were swollen and inviting. Her clit was larger than most he’d seen, almost like a small penis, and it now throbbed with arousal. He breathed in her scent, feeling surrounded by her... it enveloped him. His caged penis throbbed with excitement.

Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. She slowly moved the lever lower until she felt her pussy pressing against his lips. She moaned and threw her head back and climaxed several times. After each climax, she ratcheted the lever up to give her relief, but dropped it down again when she was ready again.

For Jason, the taste of her was always intoxicating: salty and sweet, her skin soft beneath his tongue. His hands held onto the arms of the chair. He didn't want her to move away from his mouth, but he knew that when she climaxed very strongly, she became sensitive for a few minutes.

“Oh, wow, this is magnificent,” she breathed as he began to lick her. The muscles in her legs tensed and relaxed in sync with the movement of his tongue, her fingers gripping his hands. “Perfect,” she gasped as he began to lick. This exceeded all her expectations, and her climax was rapidly approaching. Sandra’s hips moved back and forth smoothly while Jason surrendered to the sensation of closeness, her every sound resounding in the enclosed space. At that moment, he was lost in the feeling of total love and devotion. There was nowhere he would rather be, and nothing he would rather be doing.

Sandra climaxed hard, time and time again, before she lifted herself, giving Jason time to breathe. She giggled when she looked between her legs and saw how soaked his face was. She thought she was done, but then, before he could move, she giggled and said, “Wait, let’s try the back door. We have to make sure it works for that too.”

Jason would have gasped, but Sandra was already moving slightly forward. She gently placed her bare feet on Jason’s chest to improve her angle and leaned slightly back. She heard Jason moan and felt his tongue immediately go to work. She gasped as she felt his tongue circle her little hole before pushing inside. She moved her hand between her legs and found her swollen clit. She loved how he ate her ass. He was even more enthusiastic than when he ate her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to climax again, and then again.

When she finally arose, her knees were weak. It had been a long time since she had climaxed that many times in one session. She looked down to see Jason’s wet but smiling face. She smiled back and said, “Perfect beyond my expectations. But, unfortunately, you may have created a monster. I may lock you in there.”

Jason smiled and said, “I don’t have access to the lock. That was intentional... so I am your prisoner. I left the key on the table so you can hook it on the necklace next to my cage key, or even hang it on the bulletin board, where we can see it all the time.”

Sandra laughed and said, “I kind of like it on the bulletin board, next to our to-do lists. It really is a kind of to-do item. Building this may have been a big mistake. I make you there until you expire.”

“What a way to go,” Jason returned with a smile.

Sandra unlocked the latch and allowed him to crawl out. Then she hung the chain on a hook attached to the board.

“Yes, I like that,” she said with a satisfied smile.

Jason realized he had been there for almost an hour, his legs were weak, and, despite all the juices Sandra had shared, he was very thirsty. He arose, and with unsteady hands, he unlatched the panels below the armrests, and two wrist cuffs dropped out, swaying under the arms.

“Oh my, you read my. You really want to be my prisoner,” Sandra said, and leaned over and kissed his wet lips. “Now, I think every morning during the week, once you have fixed me breakfast, I will have you join me in my chair.”

Jason’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t expected this much enthusiasm but had to admit he loved the idea, and it seemed Sandra did too.

True to her word, almost every morning, Sandra had Jason slip into his position under her seat and use his mouth on her as she read the paper and drank her morning coffee. Sometimes she wore her panties because she liked the feeling of the silk on her clit as he licked her. Sometimes she had him on his knees on the cushion, but most of the time he was lying under the chair. There was something primal about that. He was truly captive. She thought the chair was a perfect way to keep Jason at a peak level of energy and, therefore, kept his testosterone high. She enjoyed it, and so did Jason.

To Be Continued