Saturdays were always set aside for discipline. Sandra planned to test Jason again. This time, she picked the kitchen. It was the brightest room in the house, making it easy to see the redness and welts as they appeared. She brought him in and set up the chair. “Bend over the back. Legs spread. Hands on the arms. Grip tight. I don’t want you moving. I could hit the wrong spot.”

Jason did as she asked, already breathing hard. Holding the chair’s arms made him stand on his toes, pulling the skin of his backside and thighs tight. He expected her excitement would push her to test him. He also knew that being bent over the chair would make every blow feel even stronger. As he got into position, he heard her moving behind him, figuring out the best angle. She moved to his right. Soon, the cane tapped his skin as she checked her reach.

He could hear her breathing rapidly now. Then the first strike hit. Pain shot through him right away. He cried out, gasping as the burning sensation spread across his skin. When the tip landed on his far cheek, the pain grew even worse.

“Fuck,” he said, jerking to the side and letting go of the chair’s arms.

“I told you not to move,” Sandra warned.

She watched with pleasure as a thick, bright welt appeared across his right cheek, darker at the tip. As usual, she had a surge of excitement. Seeing the welts gave her a pleasure nothing else could. When she used the brush, the redness came on slowly, but the cane left marks right away. She remembered breaking the skin a little last time, which made her even more excited. She wasn’t sure if she would do that again.

Jason made himself get back into position, and she brought the cane down again, but with less force. Sandra was figuring out how she could balance the fulfillment of her desires with the responsibility she felt for his well-being. As she handled the cane, she analyzed how each welt changed and modified her strength with each hit, aware that each stripe meant not only physical but emotional marks on their relationship. She preferred stripes that didn’t overlap, though she knew that was impossible with the number she wanted to give. A trace of guilt touched her thoughts; a question of whether her needs justified his suffering. She was so focused on watching and learning from each stroke that Jason’s reactions faded into the background, becoming mere indicators rather than the core of the experience for her. This internal struggle of desire and duty almost obscured her focus, yet she felt herself drawn deeper into this ritual dance of pleasure and pain.

By the tenth strike, he was crying.

She couldn’t help it, she slipped her hand into her yoga pants and found her now swollen pussy lips. She bit her lip to suppress a moan. When she touched her clit, she had an immediate climax, making her bend her knees in pleasure. She got control of herself before she started again.

By the fifteenth stroke, he was struggling to breathe. Still, she kept going until she was satisfied. She gave him thirty strokes without breaking the skin. That was her goal, but she was a bit disappointed that she hadn’t gone further. He didn’t think he could take another when Sandra finally stopped and was on the verge of another climax.

She told Jason to stay put, then moved behind him and placed her hand on his swollen, welted skin. The heat from his body sent a shock through her, bringing another climax, this time without touching herself. The welts stood out even more as she touched them, tracing each stripe. She gently squeezed his shoulders. She had taken him to the limit, but she didn’t think she had crossed. She had learned to have more control, while at the same time letting out her sexual energy. Her climaxes had been unusually powerful.

She asked, "Are you okay?"

Jason nodded, his breath still shaky, "I will be okay," he assured her, feeling her care mixed with the discipline.

Sandra let Jason stand up and pulled him into a hug, kissing him. Her hands moved down to his sore, welted cheeks and squeezed gently, making him moan. The feeling of the welts under her palms made her climax yet again. She put the chair in the corner and told Jason to kneel on its hard wooden seat, facing the wall.

Jason didn’t argue. He definitely didn’t want to upset her.

She smiled as he knelt, naked, the cage visible between his legs. She reached down and gently squeezed his balls and caged penis. Amazingly, her palm came away wet. She wondered if somehow Jason’s body had betrayed him. This was an interesting development.

She told him to stay there for half an hour, then come to the bedroom when time was up.

Right on time, she heard a tap at the door. She was naked, as usual, and had been touching herself while she waited, holding off another climax. When he walked in, he stopped and stared. She was lying on the bed with her legs open. She had seen that look on his face before—excited and, even more, devoted. It meant everything to her. She motioned for him to come closer. Soon, his face was between her legs. He wasn’t surprised that she was soaked. He had suspected that she had climaxed while caning him. She sucked her clit for a long time, making her climax multiple times. Sometimes when she was really excited, she would squirt fluid, and she did this time. He swallowed as much as he could, but his face got soaked.

When she recovered, she pulled him up and held him in her arms. As she kissed him, she saw his eyes fill with tears again.

“I love you,” he uttered through renewed sobs.

“I love you too. More than words can say,” Sandra replied. And she meant it.

She walked with him to the bathroom and gently cared for his welted skin. This had become a ritual between them, one she had come to cherish. Caring for him was nurturing, but it also let her see the marks she had left. Even after her own pleasure, the sight still thrilled her, and she actually climaxed again.

The next morning, Sandra woke up and saw Jason lying on his stomach, his marked skin visible. She felt both excited and a little sorry for how sore he must be. When he looked at her, she said, “I almost forgot, I have some new cream my doctor gave me that will help with the persistent pain from the caning. We’ll put some on in a few minutes.”

Jason looked surprised. “You told your doctor about us?”

“Oh yes, she’s a friend from my FLR women’s group. She’s helped me a lot. She’s been in an FLR with her husband for years. Most of her patients are women and men in FLRs. I’m going to make her my regular doctor, and I’ll do the same for you,” Sandra said.

Jason paused. “You want me to see a female doctor?” He realized right away that it was a silly question.

“What’s wrong with a man seeing a female doctor?” she asked right away, her manner resolute.

“Uh, nothing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just… it’ll be embarrassing to see a woman who knows about… " You know, our unusual relationship,” he said, wishing he could take it back.

“I’m not worried about embarrassment. Most doctors are women now, anyway. Besides, I already shared our relationship with my doctor as well as women in our group, and even some of my friends,” Sandra said.

Jason looked surprised again. “You told friends? Who?”

Sandra laughed. “You don’t get to know. It’ll be fun to watch you around my friends, never sure if they know you’re locked and disciplined. I love that thought.”

Jason sighed, knowing he couldn’t change her mind. Still, he took a chance and asked, “Will I… will I have to… You know, wear the cage when I go to the doctor?”

“Yes, of course. She’s seen it plenty of times. I also want her to check your cage and let me know if there’s anything we can do to make it more comfortable for you,” she said.

It was embarrassing, but it made sense to him.

“Let’s just snuggle for a while,” she said, giggling. “You can stand for our weekly check-in, if you want.” She meant his well-disciplined backside.

“Okay,” he said, curling up in her arms and holding her close. Another tear slid down his cheek, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the discipline or the deep love and comfort he felt at that time.

After a few minutes, she sent Jason off to do his daily chores. She stayed behind, thinking about everything that had happened over the past few months. Those months were full of emotions, and now, she wondered where their relationship was headed. She liked the power and control in their new dynamic, but she still worried. Would this last? If not, what would it mean for them? She frequently wondered how their arrangement might affect Jason’s self-worth and mental health. She knew she needed a plan to make sure they were both happy. The real challenge was figuring out what she wanted and how to talk about it without losing the closeness they had found. She recognized that understanding her own hopes and fears was just the start.

To address these fears, Sandra began considering possible solutions, such as asking her FLR group for advice on maintaining balance in their relationship. She also wanted to improve their open discussions with Jason about his feelings so that he would be appreciated for more than just his service. Sandra hoped these ideas would help keep the love and respect at the heart of their relationship. She knew they were in new territory, which brought a chance for deep closeness but also the risk of mistakes. Both the caging and discipline were major changes for them. It had totally changed their relationship. Jason’s brain had been rewired for sure, but what kind of changes had occurred? There was no way she could get into his head, but still, she was determined to move forward with patience and love.

She reflected on how much Jason’s life had changed as well. She realized she might have missed signs about his mental health. He spent most days alone and rarely saw friends. He had stopped playing golf or tennis. Part of this was his deeper submission to her, but she guessed he might also be uncomfortable wearing the cage, maybe even in pain during sports. He seemed lonely, and she didn’t like that. She wondered whether she could fill that gap and whether she had the time or the energy to balance her long work hours with his social needs.

Despite everything, she felt she was thriving. She liked the power she had both at home and at work. She could focus on her own pleasure without guilt. She wanted more from Jason than surface devotion, and she felt at ease in her authority over him. The sex was amazing. He spent hours each week pleasing her, and she loved the attention and skill he gave her. Nothing compared to having a man truly devoted to her pleasure. When she looked into his eyes, she saw real worship. And disciplining him was an off-the-charts sexual thrill.

In the literature the FLR group provided, she he noticed that more men were open to these relationships. It wasn’t a sign of weakness. Instead, they saw a strong woman as a true partner who cared about them and their needs, even those they hadn’t recognized before. They realized that submission could actually be a strength. In many cases, the women hadn’t removed all sexual pleasure as she had. Some allowed their partners to climax from time to time. Still, after seeing how well Jason had adjusted to losing that part of his life, she felt she had made the right choice.

Of course, the transition had not always been easy for him. In the early days, Jason experienced moments of frustration and uncertainty, questioning what this new dynamic would mean for his happiness and masculinity. There were times when he struggled with his own expectations and longings, but gradually, he began to find fulfillment in new ways. As he opened up about his feelings and allowed himself to be vulnerable, he discovered a deeper sense of connection and contentment. Over time, Jason grew increasingly comfortable with surrendering control, and their trust flourished as a result.

Sandra realized the greatest love was having enough trust to surrender control, even of personal pleasure, not just for a day but permanently. When a woman led, it revealed to the man what true emotional intimacy could be. They learned that giving pleasure was the most fulfilling way to receive it. For Jason, pleasure now existed in his mind instead of the physical realm. She believed he had discovered—or was close to discovering—that the mind was the most powerful sex organ.

Jason wasn’t weak or a pushover. As a kid, he was skinny and short for his age, so he started taking self-defense and taekwondo classes at age ten. Now, he looked as masculine as anyone, having grown taller and more muscular. Being submissive didn’t make him a wimp.

She recollected a time a few years ago when they went out for happy hour with friends. As people drank too much, a few large men came over to talk to two of Sandra’s female friends. At first, it was awkward flirting, but it soon became intrusive.

The women tried to brush them off, but the men either didn’t notice or ignored them.

Things got worse. The men got louder and more aggressive. Jason realized he couldn’t just watch. He stepped between them and the women. He said, “I think it’s time to move along. These ladies clearly aren’t interested.”

One of the men turned bleary eyes toward him, sizing him up. “Who the hell are you supposed to be? Their babysitter?”

The other man laughed. “Get lost, buddy. This doesn’t concern you.”

Sandra remembered gently placing a hand on Jason’s arm. “Jason, let’s go.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ve got this,” he said.

The first man sneered and came closer. “You really want to play hero tonight, little man?”

Before Jason could answer, the man slapped him across the face. The bar went silent. Jason tasted blood in his mouth but didn’t react—not yet.

When the man tried to hit him again, Jason caught his wrist in midair, twisted it hard, and forced him to his knees. A loud crack sounded, and the man screamed. His wrist and maybe his thumb were broken.

The second man lunged at Jason, but Jason sidestepped and hit him in the ribs with his elbow. The man reeled back, holding his chest and gasping for air. Then the bouncers stepped in and threw both men out of the bar. Everyone was impressed—the crowd even applauded. Jason’s self-defense training and healthy habits had paid off, and they probably explained his high pain tolerance now.

Sandra understood that even though Jason accepted being caged, he still disliked the feeling of humiliation, even if no one else noticed. She never wanted to embarrass him; that just wasn’t who she was. Still, sometimes she noticed herself calling his penis his little thing. To her, it was genuinely cute, especially when it was soft, bringing to her mind a child’s.

Sandra didn’t want Jason to lose the qualities she loved about him. Sometimes she wondered what all these changes might do to the man she loved. She hoped he would remain kind, thoughtful, witty, and intelligent. As much as she accepted her new role, there was a quiet fear in her that too much discipline or power might eclipse the kind, open-hearted man he was. At times, Sandra questioned herself, worried that her own desires could hurt him or force him to become someone different. But in the end, she reminded herself of how much she valued his vulnerability and goodness. He really was one of the good guys.

Disciplining Jason gave Sandra a feeling of release and met a need she hadn’t realized before. The shift in their relationship was not always easy for Jason. At first, he felt nervous and a little exposed as he navigated his own vulnerability, unsure how these changes might affect their closeness. Sometimes, he worried about letting her down or not meeting her expectations. Yet, over time, Jason recognized how Sandra cared for him and how her support created a new level of trust between them. He found himself sincerely recognized for his efforts, and, despite moments of discomfort, a stronger sense of security grew in him.

After this change, Sandra found herself loving him even more, perhaps because of his devotion and willingness to do anything for her. She had tested him, and he was becoming a better man, more attentive, charming, and devoted. Their relationship became stronger and closer. They often talked about work, politics, and the world. He made her feel complete in a way no one else ever had.

Still, his isolation nagged at her. She decided to encourage him to find outside interests again, such as reconnecting with friends, playing golf or tennis, or taking taekwondo lessons. She realized she had neglected that part of him and wanted to make up for it.

Over time, she recognized something was missing for her, too, and she knew what it was. Like Jason, she needed companionship. He needed male friends, and she had to admit that she wanted the same for herself.

Jason’s mouth gave her strong orgasms, but it couldn’t fully replace the deep satisfaction of being filled by a well-endowed lover, something she hadn’t felt much since college. Back then, many of her lovers were football players, and most were very well endowed. As she lay on the bed contemplating this, she began to think that she should seek new lovers or experiences to reignite that spark. She thought about the fascination of new touches or secret encounters, the rush of discovery, and how it might rekindle the wild, uninhibited part of her that she treasured.

Those memories came back often, fueling her private pleasures, sometimes with her black dildo. She remembered the black men she’d been with fondly, and over time, they became her main preference. Their stamina was impressive, and even if some weren’t as attentive with oral, they made up for it with their size and skill. She knew she was a size queen—bigger was always better for her. She loved the feeling of a large cock in her mouth, and the big ones always gave her plenty of sperm. She never liked the taste of white men, but black men were different. Maybe it was their diet, or just the thrill itself. Whatever the reason, she craved it then and missed it now.

Her partners loved that she never cared where they had sex. Since many had roommates, they often used cars, but she was open to anywhere convenient. She missed those risky, exciting encounters. She missed that untamed side of herself.

On campus, her standing increased. She was recognized for her wild, uninhibited nature. Growing up with strict parents, she had few chances for romance and didn’t lose her virginity until her first year of college, which felt very late compared to her friends. That first time was eye-opening. In college, she met a black football player. It was so taboo in her family that she never told them. He was her first lover, and he wasn’t gentle. And it was in his SUV, of all places.

She hadn’t planned on having sex with him, but after getting drunk for the first time in her life, she couldn’t control herself. She remembered when he opened his pants and pulled out his huge black cock... she almost fainted. She had given a couple of blowjobs in high school, but they were white boys and had small penises. This was an entirely different thing. She could barely get her mouth on it. So she just took the head inside and stroked him. When he climaxed, she was totally unprepared, and most of it was wasted. She never let that happen again. The next date, he crawled into the back of his SUV and smoked some pot along with a six-pack of beer. She was planning on sucking him off again, but he had other ideas.

They were naked and making out when he crawled between her legs. Before she knew it, his cock was at the entrance of her pussy. She remembered thinking that it was time to let go of her virginity. She begged him to be gentle, but with his size, it was impossible. She wasn’t a total virgin as she had used a small artificial cock several times. However, this was a different story. It was painful, but she endured it and slowly began to feel pleasure. At the last moment, she remembered that he didn’t have a condom on and she wasn’t on the pill. But it was too late. He came inside and, knowing that, she actually had her first climax from real sex. She realized she had to get on the pill because she wanted to feel that total surrender of having a cock pump cum deep inside her.

After that, she had tried a couple of white men, but they didn’t compare to black men in size or stamina. From then on, she preferred black men with big cocks who knew what they were doing. Jason, whom she met long after college, could never give her that.

So, after years of strict rules, she made up for lost time in college. Her newfound freedom kindled something intense in her. She realized that she preferred football players. They were big and strong, and of course, had large cocks. She actually had sex with six members of the team, multiple times. She still had a picture hidden in her dresser of her and all six players. She got it framed. Printed on the photo was “City College Dream Team.” They had convinced her to remove everything but her panties for the photo. It was after practice, and they were the only ones on the field. So she took her top off and let a picture be taken. There were even a few more where she was totally naked, but she made sure that she was the only one who had those.

Jason had never seen the framed photo. She often took it out, remembering those fun days. Almost every encounter with her ‘Dream Team,’ as she called them, ended with oral sex or intercourse, often both, which she loved and now missed. Sometimes she’d come back to her dorm and find another team member waiting, and she rarely turned them down.

In some ways, her past was like Jason’s habit of masturbating. Her addiction was to sex itself—the thrill itself and the release. Weekends frequently ended with her feeling satisfied, whether from being penetrated or from swallowing, which she enjoyed almost as much. After years of exploring freely, she realized she was getting out of control. Unlike Jason, she managed to pull back.

She didn’t return to strict restraint, but she became more careful with her choices. After college and law school, everything changed. Her reputation wasn’t just a consideration; it was her career on the line. She felt desire tug on her at unexpected moments, some party after a long week or a glance exchanged in the elevator, but she reminded herself of what was at stake. Discretion became a habit, a shield she had to keep firmly in place, especially after she landed the job at the top law firm. She’d seen talented colleagues lose everything over casual whispers along the hallway or a hint of scandal. The firm, the judges, even clients—everyone watched. She was determined not to give them anything to talk about.

Often, this made her feel isolated, as if she was putting her real self away in a locked box every morning before work. Sometimes she wondered if she was being unduly cautious, if ambition was swallowing other parts of her life. She heard rumors about herself, how she was cold, distant, how she never dated. The truth was more complicated. She didn’t date, at least not in the way people expected. Short, anonymous encounters offered her a sense of freedom and a way to satisfy her urges without risking her future. But lately, even those felt like a gamble. She held her ambition close, refusing to let anything or anyone interfere. At night, lying awake, she wondered if she was really protecting herself, or just building higher walls.

Jason came into her life during this time. He worked for a tech consulting firm hired to update their systems, and he was known as an expert. They first met when he set up her network connection. She found him attractive, charismatic, and shy in a way she liked—a big change from the bold men she’d dated in college or the ambitious lawyers she worked with.

They dated for weeks before she finally gave Jason a blowjob in his car. There were a few more before they had sex. That was her usual way; blowjobs were easy to give, but sex was for those she thought deserved it. In her earlier years, she was obviously less picky, but now she was careful and only dated Jason. He didn’t satisfy her with his penis, but he was great with his mouth and always acted like a gentleman, opening doors and pulling out her chair. She surmised, even then, that he had a submissive personality.

At first, she just registered it as a strange but appealing personality trait. Then, late one night, she came across an online forum about relationship power. There, she saw stories of women taking the lead and men happily following, and the phrase 'female-led relationship' kept coming up. When she read more, the pieces meshed into place. She realized that what drew her to Jason was this feeling of control and caring, the feeling that the bond between them made sense in a setting where she was always expected to project strength and restraint. The discovery left her both relieved and excited, as if she’d finally found words for a part of herself she hadn’t fully understood.

Still, the first time she gave him oral, she was more than a little disappointed by his size and lack of stamina—a quiet letdown that lingered awkwardly in her memory. But his surprising skill with his mouth captivated her, brightening those initial doubts. Eventually, she fell in love for the first time in her life, her feelings intensifying despite what she saw as a real shortcoming in size and endurance. He was less than five inches hard, and she knew it embarrassed him, a fact that sometimes brought a hush to their intimacy. She surmised that was the reason he didn’t last more than a minute when they had intercourse; maybe, she wondered, ending things quickly helped him feel less exposed. Still, it was clear to her that he had perfected his oral skills because of this, a bittersweet silver lining in their connection.

In her career, she learned that in law, winning was important, but so was image. You had to be in the right circles and impress the right people, which meant having a partner with charm. Jason was perfect for that. He looked great in a tux and could talk to anyone. She believed he helped her rise faster than she could have alone. He could keep up with legal talk, play golf, and charm the people she needed. Together, they were a strong team in a world that valued status.

All of this made it hard for Sandra to talk about her frustration with his performance in bed, except for his oral skills. That was the reason they hadn’t had penetrative sex in over a year. At first, she reminded herself it was a small compromise, easily outweighed by everything else he brought into her life. But sometimes, alone in the dark or watching him sleep beside her, she experienced a deep longing twist in her chest—a bodily ache she tried to ignore. Abstaining had grown second nature at work, but at home, the denial felt raw and unfinished. Sometimes a flood of frustration caught her off guard, sharp as jealousy, as if she were denying not just herself but some part of her own vulnerability. With him locked up all the time, her desire only grew more private, an ache she was never sure she wanted to admit even to herself.

Now they were on a new path. Once she locked him in the cage, her life at home changed completely.

Thinking about their mutual need for companionship, she decided to encourage something new. Sandra resolved to nurture Jason's willingness to be emotionally open with her and to lean into his submissive nature, giving both of them the freedom to express parts of themselves they usually kept hidden. She wanted to create space for honesty between them, to see if trusting him with her needs, as well as his, could shift their relationship in ways they both needed.

She encouraged Jason to join a country club. There, he could meet other men, play golf or tennis, and stay connected. The membership would help him stay busy and let her stay involved with the business community. For her own sake, Sandra planned to be more careful, choosing whom to trust and whom to get close to. She pictured herself making new connections or reconnecting with old friends, and she knew the women in her FLR club could offer advice when she needed to balance her desires with her home life.

As the weeks elapsed, something surprising occurred. Jason's frustration in his cage did not vanish. It changed. It dropped deeper, becoming a continuous presence. But it was no longer unbearable. It became grounded. Calming. A sign of his place and his purpose. It was almost as if it was becoming part of him.

Relief came only through her, not through climax, but through closeness. After long days, she would lead his mouth to her wetness. His tongue eased her stress, quieted the pressure she carried as a strong attorney. His mouth became the one thing that reliably stilled her thoughts. And then there was the discipline, something she loved almost as much as Jason’s mouth, and she currently felt she couldn’t live without. It satisfied something intense inside her that she never knew was there. It was hard to explain, even in her own mind.

Oh, and his now unfaltering devotion to her rear hole was off the charts, exciting to her and him. Often she lay on her stomach and lifted her hips, offering him the place he desired most, between her cheeks. Sandra recognized the fetish the moment it surfaced. She remembered it well. It began timidly, with him asking if he could kiss her there. She laughed softly, surprised but pleased, and told him yes.

It quickly grew into something more intense and more intimate for both of them.

He loved the intimacy and the submission. She loved the dominance, the knowledge that he desired every part of her. It did not take long before she used it as a reward or punishment through denial, depending on her mood.

Sometimes she made him remain there long after she had finished, simply because she liked him that way, his face buried between her cheeks, his tongue working her tirelessly and relentlessly until she finally pushed him away.

Jason lived for those moments, too, now. They filled something in him that he couldn’t quite understand. Yet, it replaced his hunger for orgasm with something deeper and more meaningful.

He admitted that he was sure he would lose his mind without release. He confessed that, while weeks of being locked and denied changed over months, he discovered something startling. He no longer craved orgasm. His mind remembered it, but his body did not ache for it. His body wanted something else. Something purer. Something more complete. The sound of her moans. The feel of her climax under his mouth. The pride of accepting her discipline. The calm that came from yielding control. He said that serving her fulfilled him in ways his own pleasure never had.

To Be Continued