Domme for a day, kinda

The entire front-side of the store was adorned with blacked out glass giving the feel that there was something much too scandulous for the vanilla public, going on beyond them. I stepped out my driver's seat door and adjusted the belt on my black trench coat. It was a chilly fall evening, not hard to take notice of the crisp gusts of wind catching my steps as we approached the entrance. He held the door for me, as every good boy should. He knew it was in his best interest to keep me pleased for this visit.

I stepped past the threshold, my black leather heeled boots making a clack on the tile floor with each step that I took, demanding acknowledgement of my presence by everyone in the store. I paused to see all heads turned my way and I sheepishly smiled. At first it was embarrassment but that reaction was fleeting, giving way seconds later to this feeling of power; control. Then I smiled a grin that (had surely been seen by anyone) would have been taken as provocatively evil. And rightfully so.

Because I know all eyes are on me, I know all eyes are on him as he knows to stay close. So I ask, rather loudly and not addressed to any particular one, just any one who may work there, "Could I get help with these cock cages please?"  There's that provocatively evil smile again. I don't look at him feeling he is getting plenty of attention by others right now, he is not worthy of mine.

I discuss with the sales clerk the difference between styles allowing him to input his opinion of preference. It's important to let him think he has a little control from time to time, this is a tough role-switch for him albeit a fantasy he has wanted to live out since he was adolescent. I really didn't care what style he chose so it was an easy situation I could make him feel in control and stoke that pathetic ego of his when in fact, I didn't give a shit.

We drove home, he with his cage in a black bag on his lap and grinning from ear to ear. He clearly thought this was cute and that kinda pissed me off. It became even more clear when I had him naked on the bed that he was amused. Lesson #1 boy, will yourself soft. I licked and teased him and made him nice and hard, then I stepped off the bed and announced to him that I was going to go bathe a while. In that time he was to will himself soft and get in his cage, knowing if I tried to do it he would get hard. Baby steps, that training too will come.

I took my time and some 30 minutes later I reentered the bedroom to see him caged and locked. It was time to wipe that grin off him, so proud he did such good work. He was to go to work this way. Caged. In his suit. And because he was so good by caging himself I would entrust him with the key and that he would only release the cage in emergent situations. And he would not be punished for doing so. This is where trust is so important. I trust he would follow my wishes as he agreed to do. And he did.

Knowing he was caged and in an environment where there were many attractive women he would be dealing with kept that smile on my face all night long. While I wasn't there to watch it I am in tune with him enough to know the internal torment he was feeling, both his innate nature to flirt and be in control fighting with feeling defiled by this cold steel cage. Knowing I had this control over him from so far away; I won't pretend I haven't gotten off to that if not a dozen times since.