DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

The panty girdle works well as a discrete way to play during
conventional socialising. We both know that the 'lust' he has is
a good thing for our relationship in that it makes my control
and punishment more enjoyable and credible for him. It's also
nice to know he still finds me attractive. But sometimes the
idea that he is hoping for more "activity" is impossible not to
feel. Even if he assures me it isn't true.

So I wanted a way to deal with that lust in a way that further
excites him, but requires little participation from me. So on
our return home after such an evening out I told him to follow
me to our guest room. There I opened the empty wardrobe door,
and instructed him to get in...

"I've seen the way you've been looking at me all night, animal"
I said "A spell in this kennel should make sure you don't go
getting any of your nasty ideas."

Fully dressed and panty-girdled as he was, I could see the
confusion he was in as he clambered up onto the shelf in the
wardrobe.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said. "You'll be there until I'm
ready for bed. and no wanking either."

I waited for him to adjust his position and then shut the doors
of the wardrobe and left. I knew of course that his cock would
be hard and throbbing but suppressed within his panty-girdle,
and that he would no doubt be rubbing himself at least on the
outside of his clothing.

That was just fine with me. it would make his daily dose of
discipline the next day more interesting, in that I'd be sure to
have a few extra strokes to give him as punishment.

An hour and a half later I was ready to retire, so I went
through my usual ablutions. I removed my outer clothing and put
on a negligee. I took his spiky penis corset with me and went
through to the guest room and opened the wardrobe door.

I tossed his penis corset in on top of him and ordered, "Make
sure you are wearing this if you are tempted to touch yourself
this evening. Now, kiss me goodnight."

He clambered out of the wardrobe, stretching his stiff legs and
dutifully offered me his lips.

"Goodnight darling," I said before I turned and headed back to
my room.

As usual David was up until the small hours and came to bed
late. When he admitted to me while being questioned and punished
on the following day that he had 'spurted' while wearing his
spikes I was not at all surprised.

I didn't need to ask, but I have no doubt that the ejaculation
was made more painful, yet also more intense and enjoyable
because of his fear of the far worse consequences of removing
the spikes.

So this idea, which I introduced when I thought I saw hope in his
eyes after an evening out, obviously had potential. So I went
further and introduced sex in a box. But that's a subject for
another post.

sincerely, Christine

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