To my readers, this was a dream, an entirely fictional story that came to me one night, and I had to get it down. At this point, I am still determining where this story may go. This is as much of my dream I can recall at this time.

Readers, I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I do.

Let’s begin with some backstory; my wife/mistress and I have been together for nearly 30 years. We had an everyday vanilla life. That is until about our Son’s fifth birthday, also our seventh wedding anniversary. I was out of town on a company trip with my secretary as we were setting up a new office. Unbeknownst to me, my wife had pawned our Son off on her parents for the week, then flew out to surprise me.

After a long day setting up the new office, my secretary and I were at the hotel bar having a few drinks. I had a few too many. I didn’t know then; my wife was up in my room, having gotten a key from the desk explaining it was a surprise anniversary gift for me. Shelly, my secretary, and I started to stagger our way to the elevator. She had fallen, and her top and bra broke open, exposing her exquisite breasts. I leaned on the elevator door to steady myself while helping her. At that exact moment, the door opens, and we’ll both end up on the floor.

After a few min of heavy petting, we pushed the button for the 11th floor. Our hands were all over each other as we stumbled out the elevator door and to my room. I opened the door while kissing her with my hand up her skirt; we fell to the floor. After the initial shock wore off, Amber (my wife) started yelling, and Shelly quickly excused herself. Amber and I spent the night arguing and not getting any sleep. When the time came to be heading off to the new office, she said, “I need to do some thinking. I won’t be here when you get back.”

I asked when she would be back. I’m sorry, I don’t know how to make this up to you. She said, “that’s why I’ve got to go and come up with something. You hurt me.” That was on Monday of my first week of three; she returned on Wednesday the following week, a week and a half later. She a small black bag and said I have it figured out.

Here is what will happen first; we need a witness, as she called Shelly, so you can sign this contract to make it enforceable by law. While waiting, I asked if I could read it, and she said no, you will only read it after it is signed. But essentially, all you own and the money you make is mine to do with as I see fit. And there is more, but I will get to that. There was a knock on the door. Amber answers the door and says. Shelly, I’m sorry James came on to you; we need a witness for a contract signing. Shelly says ok, what sort of contract you’ll see? He will be Mutch better behaved after this.

After signing, Shelly left the contracts and black bag in the hall with Amber. A few minutes later, Amber returned with my copy of the contracts. Sayin, it will all be filed with the courts in about ten minutes; give me your phone, and you can begin reading the contract.

The first paragraph read.

I, James __ __ being of sound mind and body, do hear by sign all my property liquid and other financial to my wife to do with as she sees fit. I also give up all my free will, and I will need her permission for everything I do, say, eat, and wear from this day until she feels my trust has been earned.

Second paragraph read

From this day henceforth, I will refer to Amber only as Misstress or Ma’am always, even in public. As a sign of my servitude, I will wear a slave collar always it is to be locked on. As well as any other items deemed necessary to be locked on.

By this time, I demanded to see what she meant by necessary to be locked on. Forgetting about the reading, the rest of the contract She then produced the bag and removed from it a metal ring about 2″ in diameter with an inside diameter of maybe 1″ and almost 2 1/2″ tall, and an Allen wrench next was a small tube of Loctite.

She said you can look and touch these items now, ask questions, and get answers. First, I grabbed the metal ring and examined it closely. It weighed, at this point, about a pound, give or take. The ring was two pieces on each side. There were two security Allen screws in precisely the same place.

I looked closely, and the Allen screws seemed normal, the wrench, the blue locktite that wasn’t the permanent type, and a tube of permanent red type. I could see the ring would come apart. I asked what is this and what is it for.

She replied it’s a ball stretcher; you will wear it to remind you who owns you. She reached into the bag and produced a metal cage resembling a small cock and balls with several openings. Not one of the openings was larger than a pencil eraser. Next was a neck chain with a lock saying. “SLAVE HERE NOW”

When I stepped forward, she placed the chain around my neck loosely and locked it. It was small enough that I couldn’t take it off over my head. The lock was very ornate and read Misstress Amber’s slave on one side, and on the other, it read if found beat senselessly and call Misstress Amber, followed by a number I had never heard from or seen.

She stepped forward with a bag of ice and had me pull my pants down, and placed my junk in until fully depleted in size. She proceeded to put the chastity cage on me and said this is the Ternence small, and it is where your cock is going to live while you try and get on my good side. I’m going to use the blue semi-permanent locktite. Better hope you don’t piss me off, and I change it to red.

She said go shower and get ready to take me to dinner I took a nice warm shower soon my Cock began to try and grow, only to be stopped by the cage, causing discomfort. I dried off and went to get dressed. Amber had in her hands the ring disassembled. It was now apparent that the two parts were the same.

She said now it’s time to remind you who owns you. Lie on the bed, put a pillow on your head, and I’ll get this on you. After what seemed like an eternity of her grabbing, squeezing, and pulling on my balls, I did as ask. I soon felt a cold metal ring placed around my sack, mid-tugging and squeezing. I then felt something different it was like it was getting tighter. She paused briefly, and I saw out the corner of my eye the red tube of Loctite and the screws and Allen wrench in her hand.

Once done, she removed the pillow from my head and said, ” What do you think? I looked down at all my stuff, and my only question was how I would fly home with all that metal. She replied that’s your issue, not mine. Oh, and yes, the ring around your balls I put together with the red permanent Locktight.

With that, she let go of the ring, and I felt the total weight for the first time. It was mildly painful and arousing at the same time. She filled me in on cleaning and caring for my equipment, then said hurry, I’m hungry; let’s go out. I want a nice dinner.

I found it hard to walk but managed slowly. The dinner conversation was about my situation. The waiter came to the table and asked what we would like for a drink. I asked Misstress what we should have tonight she said I’d love a bottle of domperidone. We’re celebrating, after all. With that, the waiter left.

Upon her return, we decided on dinner and ordered. While waiting for dinner to arrive, we spoke more about my current situation. I kept asking ever so slightly about how to fly with this all on she never said anything. all that said on that matter was, if I were a good boy, she’d eventually remove it.

After returning to the hotel, she gathered her things and said you be a good boy. I’ll see you at home now, and she left for the airport. Now I can trust you won’t fuck anything with your cage on. I replied yes, Misstress. Have a safe trip.

After a while, I started a movie on TV and fell asleep. I was woken by my phone. Amber had changed her caller Id on my phone to read Misstress. My phone now showed a picture of her completely naked. Anyway, when I answered, she said I forgot the Allen wrench. Please don’t lose it or try and use it. I had it specially made. If used wrong, the screws break and become permanent, and chuckled and hung up.

I looked, and she had indeed left the wrench. It looked ordinary. I set it apart and went back to sleep. The last few days were torturous. My secretary was dressed in the only way to describe it is, YES FUCK ME NOW AND HARD. That was complete agony on my cock, my balls constantly aching from the stretcher. No, the last day I had to take the fucking weights off for some relief, thinking she was just kidding about the screws and I could all the time put it back on before I got home.

Upon getting to my room, I grabbed the wrench and tried; the screws wouldn’t budge then the first started to spin. After a small jump thinking I had got it loose, I went to the next, the third, and fourth ones. I then tried to unscrew them, but they never came out. All of them just spun in place as if they were stripped out. My heart sank; she wasn’t kidding, or because of the Locktite, I broke the screws.

SHIT, THERE IS NO WAY TO HIDE THIS HOPE THAT SHE DOESN’T DO THE SAME THING TO THE CAGE.

I called her to let her know how I screwed up. After she stopped laughing, it was probably twenty minutes. She revealed I told you about the screws, and I gave your secretary $5,000 to dress that way to torture you the rest of the week. She continued Since you have the wrench, did you even look at it? I replied no, I just unscrewed or tried to unscrew the screws.

She began laughing again. Thru her laughter, she said to look closely at the wrench I did, and it said on the handle counterclockwise tighten would permanently set screws. Then she told me to have fun flying home and hung up. It was in front of me all this time, and I was so impatient I didn’t even look. I cannot believe I did this to myself. And that was almost ten years ago now.

My flight home was interesting. Upon getting to the airport, I set off the metal detectors and was strip-searched by a gorgeous woman in her mind 20’s, and the other one in the room was a woman about my mothers’ age. Upon seeing my predicament, I was moved to another room and asked many questions while being recorded for evidence after repeating my story about ten times. I was taken to another room. It was dark; once inside, I heard the young woman in her 20s say it’s my lunch, but you’ll eat if you want out of here.

My hands were still cuffed behind my back; I was told to walk forward. After about five steps, I was instructed to kneel and eat. I did so, discovering not a pussy but an ass. I continued devouring that ass for maybe 10-15 min to orgasm for whomever it was–soon replaced by another and another. My jaw was beginning to ache. I was told after the fourth; I was allowed a ten min reprieve and water if I wanted. I was offered a drink then it was back to company this time. It was pussy after pussy. Once the fourth was done cumming I asked you ready to fly, slave that voice was different. It was familiar; it was my wife/mistress. And the lights revealed only one woman in the room, mistress.

She produced a key and removed the cock cage, and said this is what I had planned for your pre-flight, but you fucked up, and all I can do now is this and removed the collar and cage, saying I’m yours. I fucked her six methods from Sunday. I exploded cum in her womb twice. And her ass once and down her throat once and was spent. I soon realized my balls were swinging violently and now hurt extremely bad. I then realized she had put her diaphragm in and was replacing my cage. When I protested, she said this is your punishment for breaking the screws.

And now to the current story.

Nine months two weeks five days later, our daughter was born. I am still in my cage and stretcher. Mistress hadn’t removed that chastity cage since that day at the airport. She asked to go to a piercing parlor when we left the hospital. We stopped. I was told to wait in the car; when she came back, she said you have an appointment in 1 hour that will give you plenty of time to get us home and get back.

I didn’t ask questions after returning. I said I have an appointment the girl at the desk said ah, yes, come with me. I followed to a back room and was told to lie on the table; she began to strap me in when I did. A bit leary. I asked what was going on she replied your wife said it was your idea to prove your love for her. I said so; what’s taking so long? Let’s get it done.

Once I was strapped down, she pulled from a box a key and removed my cage a little Leary again. I said what’s going on? How did you get that key? Her short, simple reply was, “your wife.” I ended up getting a pa piercing and an anal piercing. I was told not to try removing the rings as they were soldered closed and couldn’t be removed.

My cage went back on, and I was strapped and given aftercare instructions.

Once my daughter was two months, I was again taken to the pricing parlor. This time my cage was removed, a chain was run thru the anal ring, and a ring was soldered in place in my pa. Next, the chain pulled tight and locked, pulling my cock toward my ass. After wearing it for nine-plus months, it felt great to have the cage gone. Most of the hour was spent removing my scrotum stretcher. This was an all-new torture. I was handed my cage in a bag and sent home. Upon entering, I was asked if it was done well. Now you can play all you want with just one restriction, without penetration.

I was left that way until our daughter’s second birthday–no need for cage removal for cleanings or doctor’s appointments. I even was able to orgasm though quite painful. After about six months, I began to get used to the lock.

Everything was cleaned up on our daughter’s second birthday, and the kids were in bed. My chain was released for the first time in two years. I was ordered to fuck my wife/Misstress until she cannot walk, then replace the chain and lock.

After two hours of my ball swinging in all directions, she had cum five times myself four times. I replaced the chain and lock and went to sleep. Upon waking, I saw a note that read as follows.

Slave, you have been an excellent lover. You will remain chained and locked until your birthday. On that day, you will have a minor procedure performed at the piercing parlor, and after you heal, I have a special anniversary present for you.

My birthday was in two weeks, and our anniversary was two months after my birthday. Mistress, over the next two weeks, sexually tortured me and tormented me to delirium every night. That was until the night before my birthday. We had some friends over for dinner and cake. I opened presents, and we played games. Later that night, I was again instructed to fuck her senseless as my chain was removed.

This time I had cum six times to her seven. Mistress had passed out after her seventh orgasm. What a great birthday party I passed out hard. When I awoke, I found yet another note. It simply read.

Remember your procedure today at 10 am. Don’t eat beforehand. There is no need to put your chain on. I’ll see you later. I love you, honey slave. Once at the piercing parlor, I was instructed to sign some releases, climb on the table, and drop my pants. I did the was once again strapped to the bed. A video camera was put in my face, and I was asked to verify I was there of my own free will and consent to this body modification.

Once I had done that, the recorder was switched off. A gag was shoved in my mouth, strapped behind my head, and then a blindfold. The young woman said, ” Don’t worry; you can still father children. You might feel a slight pinch and burn in your scrotum.

The next hour was a blur. I heard drills, grinders, and scissors then the young woman asked for some silk. I assumed to sew me up. She next said all done, and I was released, the blindfold removed. I checked myself out only to discover bandages encompassing my scrotum.

The woman then said before I remove the gag, here’s what you need to know. Don’t get the stitches wet for ten days, change the bandage every 24 hours, and have no sex for two weeks. You will need to come to see me every week for a checkup. I was given further instructions. She removed the gag and said have a good day.

The next day when changing the bandage this is what I found the stretcher had been removed, a hole cut thru my scrotum, and a tube placed thru it about the size of my flaccid cock.

At my first checkup, I was told all was good; see me in a few days to remove the stitches. My next visit went smoothly. The stitches were removed, and I was told I could start having sex again on Saturday, just four days away.

By my third week, my Misstress had placed the chain through the tube in my scrotum, thru the ring in my anus, and pa ring then locked the ends together. I could only have sex if she released me; that wouldn’t come until the fourth checkup. The night before our anniversary, after dinner and some wine, my wife cooked dinner. I was once again ordered to fuck her senseless. I was feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks I plowed through and had given her three orgasms before I had cum once and blacked out.

I found a note when I woke up again, and my junk was sore. It read the message it read happy anniversary, slave. Upon checking my bits and pieces, this is what I found. My cock was passing thru my scrotum: the tube removed from it, and my pa ring and anus ring once again locked together with a small lock and a new stretcher attached to my balls, this one bigger and heavier.

This was all uncomfortable, of course, but not painful. I dressed and went downstairs to get breakfast, only to discover Misstress at the table naked with breakfast for us both. We had a great meal. She explained that her parents have the kids for the day as a gift for us.

She asked how I liked part one of her gift. I replied it’s pleasant but uncomfortable. What do you mean by part one? she continued; well, it’s a three-part gift part one is, of course, what you’re wearing and your body modification. Part two is I will now be unlocking you for the next 24 hours. During the next 24 hours, you will be the master, and I will be the slave.

During the next 24 hours, I will do anything you ask of me with no questions, no qualms no hesitation. After 24 hours, we will return you to your locked state. This begins part three; part three is that for the next 12 months, I will be your eager and devoted slave while in private.

In public, you will remain my slave and continue to refer to me as Misstress or ma’am. Only in private; you may refer to me however you see fit. Make me do anything you see fit, but for the next 24 hours, you may make me do or say whatever you want. You may do and say whatever you want to me in public or private this will also give you the next year to come up with any body modifications you may want me to endure or any tortures you may have for me, public or private.

I suggest doing something like I have done to you because I can’t say no to anything during the next 24 hours. After breakfast, I called the piercing parlor and scheduled an appointment for her.

Thank you, reader, for following me thru this dream.