Tamed and Bound: Chapter One

Hello everyone! Here is a rewritten version of a tale I originally penned back in December, 2017. It features deeper character growth and more detailed storytelling.

A quick note: while the entire narrative pulses with feminine dominance energy, the actual sexual moments are spread out rather than continuous.

“Honey, please do this.”

Aaron quivered as Melissa gazed into his eyes. She cradled his face in both hands, forcing him to meet her look.

“We’ve worked hard for this moment.”

Her voice carried a sense of urgency. Aaron nodded and looked down. With that confirmation, Melissa continued getting him ready.

Aaron was naked except for the steel chastity cage he wore. Melissa used a thick, well-oiled leather belt to secure his muscular arms against his sides, using metal clasps to connect his wrist cuffs to collars strapped around his upper thighs. A second strap pulled his arms backward. Proper posture mattered; she tapped him with her crop to gently remind him to stand tall.

“OK, now the leash,” she whispered softly as she clipped a leather leash to the ring welded onto the base of his cage.

The final piece was the blindfold. Made of soft leather and tailored perfectly to his face, it blocked out all light and vision. Aaron always felt more at ease when wearing the blindfold while bound, as it created a private world for him. When he could see, he felt responsible for himself even in captivity. But once sightless and bound, he surrendered completely to Melissa. He loved being entirely in her control!

Melissa surprised Aaron with a gentle kiss on his lips. Her long blond hair brushed against his face. She reassured him that they were well prepared and confident he would do well.

A light turned on, signaling the start of the event. Melissa began walking and gave Aaron’s leash a soft tug. He followed her out into a small arena. Two hundred fifty women and their collared men cheered as four other bound, blindfolded men led into the center ring like him. They were the five finalists in this final event of the Superior Ladies Obedience School for Men annual competition. Each pair had worked hard to perfect their technique and showmanship. They were the best of the bunch, but only one could win.

Aaron and Melissa would go third, so she tethered Aaron’s leash to a designated post. The rules required him to wait alone, so she gave his left buttock an affectionate squeeze before walking away.

“I have to leave you here. You’ll be fine.”

Now feeling isolated and slightly anxious, Aaron realized how different it was when Melissa held the leash and he knew she was right there. Now, she could be anywhere, perhaps far off. Panic began to rise as his breathing quickened. He recognized what was happening and caught himself. As his training took over, he controlled his breath, and the panic subsided.

Melissa had been watching from just a few feet away as he managed his fear. She was proud of Aaron for mastering himself, but ultimately even prouder that SHE had mastered him!

The crowd cheered for the first contestant. He performed skillfully, making it difficult to beat him and his mistress. Then came the second pair. They were also excellent but made a small error that Melissa knew would cost them points.

Finally, their turn arrived!

First was an obedience trial. Melissa removed Aaron’s leash from the post and unclipped it from the loop on his cage. Now completely untethered yet still tightly bound and blindfolded, he relied solely on her voice. His task was to follow commands precisely: walk ten steps forward, stop; turn right, stop; walk backward five steps. Though Aaron couldn’t see them, he knew mud traps waited for any misstep. If he erred, he would fall into one and continue covered in slime. Melissa wasn’t allowed to touch him with her hands or crop during this phase. Step by step he moved quickly because they were timing him; too slow meant disqualification. The crowd roared as he entered the central circle—he had completed the first trial! He stood proudly while Melissa approached, kissed him, and reattached the leash. She stayed beside him, maintaining slight pressure on it. That tension was important to Aaron, reminding him of his connection to her.

The fourth contestant started but got confused, turning left when he should have gone right. He fell into the mud, struggled out, and ran out of time.

The final man did very well, striding confidently and finishing in record time.

Next was the mirroring contest. When it was their turn, Melissa walked slowly while keeping gentle pressure on the leash. Aaron had to follow her lead, guided only by that feeling. She turned left; he turned left. She stopped; he stopped. The judges sought more than mere obedience—they wanted to see two people merging into one entity controlled by the woman. Aaron excelled at understanding what Melissa wanted through the slightest tug on his leash. It was as if he could read her mind, often anticipating her wishes before she spoke.

For the final contest, the four remaining men were led onto the stage and tethered there, still blindfolded and bound. Closed-circuit TV cameras focused on their genitals. Four men, four mistresses. This arousal contest relied on audience judgment. The mistesses had two minutes to bring their men to maximum arousal within their cages’ limits. Rules were simple: no touching the genitals! The audience decided which man was bulging most from inside his steel enclosure. While the mistresses knew their partners well, it was a high-pressure situation with unpredictable reactions.

Feeling that Aaron wasn’t focused enough, Melissa slashed his buttocks once with her crop, then again. The pain sharpened his focus; now his mind was entirely on her. She pressed her body against him, gently scratching his belly with one hand’s nails and caressing his inner buttock with the other. Pleasuring her excited Aaron most, so she offered a breast, touching her nipple to his lips. He stiffened visibly as he sucked it in, taking as much of her breast as possible. With his mouth full around her breast, he played with the nipple deep inside him. Melissa’s sharp gasp of pleasure triggered his own arousal. He bulged against the bars, feeling like he might break them free. The audience went wild! When the bell rang marking the end, the crowd voted by cheering for each pair in turn: number one, two, three, four. Aaron and Melissa received the loudest applause.

They won!

The other men were led away sadly while Aaron was guided to a platform on stage where he and Melissa would receive their prize. Once there, Melissa asked Aaron to bow his head so she could remove his blindfold. He blinked at the sudden light, feeling embarrassed as all the women and their partners stared at him. The blindfold had spared him this scrutiny earlier. He wanted to bury his face in Melissa’s neck, but she wouldn’t allow it.

The head judge approached with their prize: a beautiful handmade leather collar for Aaron’s neck. She presented it to Melissa, who proudly buckled it onto him. She kissed him passionately amid raucous applause and led him away.

Aaron and Melissa buzzed with excitement after winning the competition.

They wore each other’s restraints! Melissa tore the garments from Aaron’s frame, leaving just his cage and collar. She adored having him bare while she explored his body. At five foot ten and 160 pounds, he was sculpted by countless gym sessions as well as competitive swimming bouts. Aaron kept his hair long; it wasn’t ideal for swim meets, but Melissa loved playing with the strands, so there it stayed! It gave Melissa deep satisfaction to have such a handsome man completely devoted to her. She needed to hold authority over him just as intensely as Aaron craved submission beneath his woman. She playfully instructed him to undress her using only his mouth while she secured his hands behind his back. As an afterthought, she placed the blindfold on him to increase the difficulty of his task. He bravely struggled with every button, snap, strap, and buckle in his mouth. She cherished his nibbling focus, even though it was tough on her attire and left them somewhat damp from his saliva. Once he finally removed her clothes, Melissa released his wrists, took off his blindfold, lay back on their bed, and directed him toward her core. He eagerly began teasing her with his tongue. At first slow and gentle, he probed carefully. Her sensitive spots varied day to day for no set reason. Since she never knew where the peak pleasure would be, he explored everywhere, keenly watching her reactions. She hadn’t showered since morning and carried a rich, intoxicating scent that he adored. He felt her building rapidly toward her first orgasm; as it washed over him, he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as possible. He could feel the contractions against his tongue, which excited him further. After a few minutes, she lazily removed the key from around her neck and ordered Aaron to take off his cage and freshen up. This proved easier said than done because he was already hard. Melissa was in a playful mood. She clipped a leash onto his collar and re-secured his hands behind his back. He grew harder within his cage as she guided him across their spacious bedroom, swatting his buttocks with a crop. The hits weren’t hard enough to cause real pain, but each one left a mark. With an artistic streak showing through, she began creating patterns of red lines on his butt and legs. Having Aaron willingly under her leash and whip turned her on enormously! Naturally, it worked for both because Aaron loved having her as his domme. When the time came, she unlocked his wrists and said, “Honey, you did wonderfully today. I love you and am so proud of you. I want you to enter me and cum inside.” Aaron hadn’t reached orgasm in five weeks. The idea of release was very appealing to him, but he hesitated slightly. “Sweetie, are you certain? It’s been a long time for me. I won’t last long.” “Cum whenever you want, baby!” He entered her gently, sliding all the way in slowly. She was slick and fully ready. He thrust faster and faster, lost in his own pleasure. Melissa hooked her feet around his legs, pulling him as deep inside her as she could. She moaned softly, loving his hardness within her. He exploded, pumping semen into her just as she climaxed alongside him. Her hips rose to meet him as he pumped down. Finally, they were both spent. They lay on the bed, panting. Spooning together with Aaron behind them, they fell asleep quickly. An hour later, when they woke up, Aaron suggested a joint shower. They have an enormous shower with two heads, and Melissa happily agreed. Warm water cascaded over their bodies as they soaped each other. Aaron ran his hands over her breasts, delighting in their gentle firmness. Her nipples hardened as he played with them. He gently sucked on them while flicking them with his tongue. His left hand slid down to her pussy, softly parting her tender lips as he found the most sensitive spots. He stroked her tenderly, then inserted one finger and then two into her canal while his thumb continued to tease her. Aaron grabbed her soapy left buttock, squeezing firmly with his right hand before slipping a finger up her anus. Melissa loved this sensation. Her orgasm welled from deep within. Her knees weakened as she came. Aaron supported her with his right hand as she leaned blissfully against him, warm water streaming off them. After drying each other post-shower, Aaron admired Melissa – long blond hair, a beautiful oval face with cobalt blue eyes. With strong arms, a slim narrow waist, delicious smooth hips, and powerful, well-shaped legs, Melissa was physically his ideal woman. Their relationship sealed the deal for him. He lived and breathed for Melissa and her loving control. Melissa felt blessed to have found this remarkable man who welcomed her firm guiding hand. “Time to get back into the cage, Honey!” “Which one?” asked Aaron. It was a fair question since they used several. She said, “Let’s use this steel cage,” holding up one with very small gaps between the rods. The routine they had settled on involved Aaron putting the base ring on himself while Melissa slid the cage onto his cock and locked it in place. Once he wore the base ring, she slipped on the cage, tightened the lock, and affectionately patted him on the rear. “I’d like to ask you something…” Aaron said. “Sure, what is it?” she replied. “Could you explain what today was like for you?” Melissa paused, gathering her thoughts. “I felt powerful. I felt honored that you allowed me to guide you. I felt trusted by you. I felt possessive of you. I felt proud that you’re MINE!” She smiled as she grabbed him by his cage. “And how about you? What was going on for you, Aaron?” Aaron stopped to think. “I loved being under your control. I loved the connection I felt from your gentle tug on my leash. I felt desired by you. Like now, I love combining our making love with subsequent locking up. It just feels right.” Aaron put his arm around her, gently caressing her breast as she cuddled against him. “Also,” he continued, “being in public, surrounded by all those women, was an incredible turn-on. I loved the attention” he smiled sheepishly. “I felt the same,” said Melissa. “I really enjoyed having you under my control with everyone watching! Hm-m-m, I have an idea.” She described an ad she had seen for an Erotic Couples weekend at a nearby resort. The advertisement stated that the event was organized by a coalition of various interest groups, including gay, lesbian, fem domme, male dom, and general kink communities. “What do you think? It sounds like a safe environment to… indulge ourselves in public.” She laughed. Aaron blushed, paused, then replied, “Ummm, OK.” After agreeing to the resort trip, Aaron felt anxiety creeping back. When he asked himself what was happening, he quickly realized it. He loved being perceived as an object of desire by women! His woman primarily, but not exclusively so. He loved when the female audience at competitions stared and leered at him. He understood that he made a trade-off – he gave up the traditional dominant male persona in exchange for the attention from women. But that wasn’t entirely accurate. He hadn’t given it up; it never really left him! Deep down, being on the receiving end of assertive female control was where he felt most at home. However, holding this position with men around – especially those who were dominant and macho – told a different story. He feared judgment from these unknown men. He worried they would mock him for “not being a real man.” The funny part was that Aaron impressed everyone who met him. The first thing people noticed was his physique. He was strong, fit, and agile. Next came his personality. Usually outgoing, people quickly saw he possessed a lively, curious intelligence. Sexually, well, that aspect of himself he usually kept private.

Since as long back as he could recall, Aaron was thrilled by powerful and assertive women. He adored ladies who were confident in their sexual desires and more than willing to use him to meet those needs. Aaron found greater pleasure in bringing Melissa to climax than from his own orgasm experiences. Bondage played a major role in his arousal too. Whenever Melissa fastened the cuff onto his wrists, he would always start getting hard while inside his cage. Often, just thinking about it was enough to get him going! Sometimes, Melissa would spend considerable time binding him with rope until he could barely move any muscle, then lovingly stroke and tease him. Her ropes felt like a continuous embrace!

Even though Aaron understood himself well, he struggled with a persistent sense of shame. This was one reason why wearing a blindfold made him feel more at ease; it let him pretend no one else could see his condition. A wonderful part of their relationship was that Aaron and Melissa communicated openly and truly. As soon as he realized these feelings about the upcoming weekend trip, Aaron knew he wanted to share them with his wife. He was certain she would answer with love and compassion!

“Melissa,” he began, “I’m not entirely sure about that weekend plan. I mean, I enjoy being under your control and having other women watch is a real turn-on for me, and the subbie men in the audience were fine too, but when I imagine other guys, perhaps dominant ones, seeing me like this, I get quite nervous. I’m worried they’ll make fun of me!”

Melissa listened closely and replied, “Honey, we don’t have to go. I understand how you might feel. Would you prefer going to the beach that weekend instead?”

Aaron felt a wave of affection for her. She clearly cared so much about him! He hesitated; “It could be really fun though,” he said.

Melissa suggested, “Listen, if we do go, we don’t have to stay long. It’s not expensive. If we feel uncomfortable, we can just leave early.”

Aaron noticed how she phrased it as ‘if we feel’ rather than ‘if you.’ He gave her a big hug, kissed her neck and said, “OK, let’s go!”

She smiled, reached down to feel the swelling inside his cage. She added, “I think you’re thinking that we might have a good time there!”

Two weeks later, Aaron turned off a local road onto a gravel lane where a sign read ‘Lonesome Lake Resort.’ Shortly after turning in, he stopped at a gate attended by a man and a woman. They smiled and asked what purpose brought him and Melissa there. When he mentioned the couple’s weekend trip and provided their names, they were greeted with warm smiles and told, ‘Welcome to the weekend!’