The morning of my 37th birthday, I woke up early. It was Saturday, but by 6:30 AM, I couldn’t sleep anymore in the little twin bed jammed into the tiny guest bedroom. I got out of bed, made some coffee, paced around the house, then went to the store.

I needed to stock up. I was almost out of the craft soft drinks that Taelyn likes. I didn’t dare run out. I also needed some of the IPAs that her boyfriend drinks. And of course, I needed food. I needed everything to make anything she might want. Satisfied with my purchases, I bought myself another coffee – a birthday treat – then headed home.

Back at the house, I set down everything – all the groceries, all the supplies – just inside the door. Closing it behind me, I stripped. Every shred of clothing came off, one step into the house. Naked, I let my clothes fall into a pile on the floor. I paused and stretched, arms over my head. This still felt so bizarre. I looked down at my naked body, cock enclosed in its solid metal sheath, and closed my eyes. It still seemed beyond bizarre how I’d ended up like this.

Opening the droor in the little stand by the door, I pulled out the pair of blue jeans that were at all times there, ready for me. Unless I was sleeping, at home, this was what I wore. The jeans, and only the jeans. Taelyn liked it that way. Stepping into them, I pulled them on, then up and over my bare ass. They were tight. God, they were tight. I pushed down on my cock cage to tuck it in, then zipped and buttoned the jeans. Ready for the day.

I spent the morning cleaning, straightening, and organizing, hoping everything would be satisfactory for her. I allowed myself a few breaks to read, or watch TV, but I tried to be prepared. She’d probably be here today. She usually came on Saturday.

The morning gave me plenty of time to reminisce. This year had been eventful. One year ago, I’d been married. Not necessarily happily, but I’d been married. A few months later, I was moving into this house, not far from campus, not far from where I’d met my now ex-wife.

The first week of our separation had been uneventful. But the very next weekend, everything changed. Late Sunday afternoon, picking up Indian takeout, just trying to get in and out quickly, I’d run into Taelyn. I was surprised she recognized me. It had been years, after all, years since her family lived on our street, years since she’d run through the sprinklers in our yard. Taelyn was full of questions.

“Why are you living down here?”

Little Taelyn wasn’t so little anymore. She’d grown up.

“So what happened to split you two up?”

It had been so strange, talking with her about it, about THAT.

“Seriously, you were sneaking around going to BDSM clubs? Why didn’t you just do that stuff with your wife?”

It was a reasonable question.

“You never told her!”

Taelyn had gasped, amazed.

“How could you not tell her? You can’t keep these things secret, Chris!”

I’d been embarrassed that Taelyn knew, even though I’d volunteered the information. Taelyn, who I could still picture as the kid cutting across our back yard to her friend’s house, now amazingly a school student, a sophomore to be precise. Almost twenty. A self-assured, confident young woman.

But I was embarrassed. Taelyn was clever, and curious, and so heartbreakingly cute, her light brown hair and lighter brown eyes, tiny nose and funny little lips. She looked amazing, and the fact that she knew this embarrassing little detail about me, well, it rattled me.

It never rattled Taelyn. Within the week, she’d shown up at my house, unannounced. Invited herself to sit down on the couch and turn on the TV.

“Chris, you’re going to wash my flip-flops,” she’d said, sliding them off.

I remember just looking at her, stunned.

“Well do it, do it now!” she’d said. “Run some hot water and soap in the sink. You can scrub them with your hands, then rinse them and let them dry.”

I was almost as shocked that I found myself doing it, found myself inexplicably obeying her, than I was that she’d strutted right into my house in full bossy mode.

“Well kneel down there and put them on my feet.”

She’d said it assertively and casually, but she’d said it. I still wondered I was dreaming. It had come out in her effortlessly bossy voice when I had tried to hand the flip flops back to Taelyn, apparently a mistake.

“I mean it. Get down there where you belong.”

With that, I knew something serious was happening here. Within a week, I was doing her laundry while she commandeered my house, using it as a resting place, a haven, a study retreat. Within two weeks, I was buying everything she expected to be stocked in the house. I found myself cooking her meals. It was so bizarre how she just bossed me around, just gave orders, fully expecting to be obeyed. It was just as strange, not to mention embarrassing, how I never once questioned her. I couldn’t help it. I just obeyed.

By the end of the month, I was kissing Taelyn’s bare feet.

Things had progressed steadily over the past ten months, though looking back over them, it all seemed so sudden. It was only two weeks ago that I was moving all my clothes, all my things, out of the master bedroom, and setting myself up in the tiny guest room. The big bedroom, and the bed, they belonged to Taelyn. She needed them for occasional naps whenever she stopped by. I was only allowed in the master bedroom anymore to clean and change the sheets.

It was Taelyn’s house now.

I sighed as I contemplated how fast my life had changed. I’d never expected to actually live this way. I never wondered all these perverted dreams would come true. It wasn’t as easy in real life as it had been in my constant fantasies. Making my little bed in my tiny crowded room, the reality of my new situation hit hard, making me wince in embarrassment. Just as it did, I heard the front door open.

Two voices. Taelyn, giggling and flirty. And a male voice, of course. Zak was here too. His presence at all times sent my humiliation into the stratosphere. Damn it. I’d better get downstairs quickly, I wondered.

Taelyn and Zak were half-sitting, half lying on the couch, tangled in each other. Silently, walking carefully, unobtrusively, with soft steps and graceful movements, I approached the couch and knelt. Pressing my face to the floor, and my palms to the floor beside my face, on the hardwood facing Taelyn, I waited.

She didn’t acknowledge me, not at first. Taelyn was preoccupied, kissing Zak, teasing him, laughing. I took a deep breath. Finally, after several minutes, my presence was noted.

“Hello, Chris!”

“Hello, Miss Taelyn.”

I waited several more minutes. Eventually, I was given an order.

“I want a birch soda, Chris. Zak, want anything?”

“Yeah. A beer. You know the one.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn. Yes, sir.”

Rising gracefully, slowly, I paused, turned 90 degrees, paused again, then soft-stepped my way to the kitchen. I found Taelyn’s soda, opened it, wrapped it in a cloth napkin, and, with exaggerated good posture, made my way back to the living room, to the couch, where I again knelt. Holding the bottle, in the napkin, up toward the couch, I lowered my gaze.

“Your drink, Miss Taelyn.”

Taelyn finished a long kiss she was engaged in with Zak before reaching out and plucking the bottle from my hand. As soon as she did, I rose, repeated my careful movements, made my way to the kitchen as slave-like as I could manage. Retrieving the pricey IPA, I brought it back to the couch, again extending it over my head.

“Your drink, sir.”

“Awesome.”

I heard a clink as Taelyn and Zak toasted each other, took a drink, then continued their makeout session. I waited. They giggled. I waited some more. They whispered to each other. Still, I waited.

“Humble yourself, Chris. Now.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

I stood briefly, only long enough to unbutton and unzip my jeans, then pull them down, exposing my naked body. My metal cock cage was the only thing hiding anything I had to show. Stepping out of my jeans, I pushed them to the side with my left foot. Kneeling again, I paused briefly before lowering myself to the floor, all the way to the floor, naked body prostrate against the hardwood, face down in the dust. Carefully, I folded my hands behind me, holding my left wrist in my right hand, my right wrist in my left hand in the small of my back. I waited.

A few minutes of waiting, then Taelyn’s feet swung down and appeared before me. Her left foot was still covered in a small white sock. Her right foot, on my left, was bare. Without needing to be told, I pressed my lips to her bare foot, kissing it passionately.

“Oh my fucking god!”

“You’ve seen him kiss my foot before, Zak.”

“Yeah, but every time it’s just like – how? How the hell?”

“It might do you some good…”

“Hey! What the fuck? Tae!”

Taelyn laughed out loud.

“Gross! Get your sock out of my face, Taelyn!”

They both squirmed, wrestling playfully as Taelyn apparently teased Zak with the sock she had removed. As they did so, Taelyn’s socked left foot reacted, pressing against the side of my face while I continued kissing her bare right foot intensely. Adorable, cute, gorgeous little foot, I layered every inch of it that I could get to with loving kiss after loving kiss after loving kiss.

“That’s too gross for you?”

“Yes, Tae, it’s fucking gross.”

“It is kinda gross, isn’t it? I mean for us, for people like me and you.”

I kissed, Taelyn squirmed, Zak laughed, then they both giggled. Eventually Taelyn removed her foot, lying down on the couch with Zak. I remained below them both, face down flat against the floor.

Whispers above me. I couldn’t make anything else out.

Finally, eventually, it sounded like they were untangling themselves and climbing off the couch. I felt Taelyn’s foot press into my side, getting my attention. I got up and knelt before Taelyn, looking into her adorable face.

“Chris, we’re going upstairs.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

She bent down and looked me in the eyes. She held my gaze for a moment. Then Taelyn spoke to me, slowly and clearly. Even though I was a recently divorced thirty seven year old and she was a nineteen year old school student, Taelyn spoke to me as if I were a little kid.

“Chris, listen to me. Miss Taelyn and Zak need our privacy now. We need some time for some things that have nothing to do with you. OK? Until I come down, you are NOT allowed to go upstairs. You may not even go ON the stairs. Understand, Chris?

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

“I’m serious, Chris. This is crucial. Zak and I need some alpha time. To do some alpha things. Things that aren’t appropriate for you to do or see. So if you even go near the stairs, you will be in big, BIG trouble. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

Oh god. She was serious, and it was almost cute the way she talked to me like I didn’t know what they’d be doing. It made me all kinds of queasy.

I waited awhile. I waited some more. I got up and walked around. I almost sat down, but quickly remembered that Taelyn was still here. As long as she was in the house, I wasn’t allowed on any furniture. So I knelt, and read a book I’d been trying to finish.

It was an old house. Before long, the ceiling above me started creaking rhythmically, then it creaked faster, and faster before stopping. My house. The thought hit me that they were using my house for what they were doing, and for a minute I was taken aback. But was it really so much my house anymore? I’d been banished from the bedroom, and from any place Taelyn didn’t want me. She was taking over.

I was still naked. Taelyn had not yet given me permission to put my jeans back on, so I knelt, looking down at the metal sheath enclosing my cock. I felt really weird. The thought of what Taelyn was doing upstairs, with Zak, coupled with the sight of my chastity device, hiding my cock away, even now keeping it from becoming erect, it made me feel all kinds of embarrassed. It was fine when it was just Taelyn here, and submitting to her was the only thing that could ever happen, but with Zak here, continuously reminding me of everything I had given up, it was difficult.

Awhile later, I heard the bedroom door open. Someone went into the upstairs bathroom. A toilet flushed. A little while later, it flushed again. Doors opened, doors closed. It was quiet for a very long time. A little while later, I heard creaking again, then creaking for awhile longer, and even longer. Then I heard Taelyn’s voice, moaning. It must have been good – her moans had to be loud, for me to hear her all the way downstairs.

I tried to put it out of my mind, remembering Taelyn’s words. That sort of thing was not appropriate for me. I shouldn’t be thinking about it.

Doors opening, doors closing, toilets flushing, running water. I waited even longer. Eventually Zak made his way downstairs, ignoring me. He plopped on the couch smiling, and I quickly set aside my book, kneeling at attention. I doubted he’d give me any orders, not when Taelyn was still upstairs. She was the one who owned me, after all. Still, he was Taelyn’s boyfriend, and I had to treat him with respect and deference.

Several minutes later, Taelyn made her way downstairs. She looked radiant. Taelyn smiled, full of energy. She had pulled on a pair of baggy pink sweatpants and a wrinkled t-shirt, clothes she kept here in my former bedroom. As soon as I knelt before her, Taelyn ran her fingers through my hair possessively.

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

“Promise?”

“I promise I’ve been a good boy, Miss Taelyn.”

“Good.” She stroked my hair with her cute little hand, then messed it up. “You can get dressed, Chris. I forgot to let you.”

“Thank you, Miss Taelyn.”

I walked to the spot where my jeans lay crumpled on the floor, then pulled them back on, zipping and buttoning.

“I’m hungry for lunch, Chris. I want some of the chili you made yesterday. Zak?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn. Yes, sir.”

In the kitchen, I warmed yesterday’s chili on the stove, in a pan. The microwave was never acceptable. I set two places at the table, and placed some cheese and crackers in the center. Finally, I ladled the chili into two bowls that I set on the counter.

“Lunch is ready, Miss Taelyn and sir.”

Back in the kitchen, I knelt before Taelyn, holding her bowl of chili up toward her, until she took it from me. Then, humiliated as always, I knelt before Zak, doing the same. Taelyn wanted water, so I knelt before her again, offering it to her, and knelt before Zak to offer him his beer.

I knelt silently as they ate, chatting occasionally with each other. Taelyn finished and left to use the restroom. As I cleared her dishes, putting them in the sink, Zak spoke.

“So Tae tells me you’re pussy-free.”

Oh god this was embarrassing.

“Yes sir. Miss Taelyn insists on it, sir.”

“How exactly – I mean you can not get pussy with that thing on your cock, right?”

“It’s more than that, sir. Pussy-free means I’m not allowed to even look at a woman undressed, sir. Not at her genitals, or butt, or breasts. Basically anything covered by a modest two-piece bathing suit. Sir.”

“Damn. Like – no porn, even?”

“No porn, sir. And if a regular

movie or TV show starts to show it, I’m expected to close my eyes immediately, sir.”

“Holy – how the hell? Do you ever even get to jerk off?”

“Once in a while, when Miss Taelyn gives me permission. Sir.”

“Jesus.” Zak started laughing. I felt my face turn red.

And suddenly, I was transported back to three weeks ago, in this very kitchen, kneeling naked before Taelyn as she held my face firmly in her hand.

“Stroke, Chris. That’s an order. Keep your eyes right on my face. I’m not allowing you to squirt, I’m ordering you to squirt. Squirt your cum on the floor. Now, Chris. Not so you can enjoy it. So you can lick up every drop and swallow it. So I can enjoy laughing at you while you lick. Right now. I order you to ejaculate on the floor…”

As I came back to the present, Zak was still laughing. Absolutely no need to tell him the details.

“What’s so funny?” Taelyn had walked back into the room.

“We’re just talking about being pussy-free.”

“Awww.” Taelyn glanced my way with a warm, sort of sympathetic but sort of mocking smile. She sat down at the table and leaned into Zak. “Don’t you make fun of my slave…”

As they kissed, Zak began laughing, and then even Taelyn giggled along, a little bit. I felt my face get hot. They kissed some more as I held my breath.

“Look at me, Chris.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

“You can clean up here now. After you finish, you’re gonna clean my room. That means fresh sheets too. We’ll expect it to be perfect tonight.”

“Yes, Miss Taelyn.”

Upstairs, I paused at the threshold of the master bedroom. Taelyn’s room, I reminded myself. The sooner I started thinking of it that way, the easier it would be.

Zak’s tennis shoes and socks were scattered on the floor near the foot of the bed. This was going to be weird. It would be gross, and all kinds of humiliating. Wanting to be done touching anything belonging to Zak, I dealt with with these first. I picked up his shoes and set them side-by-side along the wall. The shoes he’d let rest all over my couch, I thought as I picked up his socks, turning them right side out and folding them together. I set his socks on his shoes and shuddered. Done with the boyfriend’s items finally, I was ready to deal with Taelyn’s things.

Taelyn had changed clothes completely, and the clothes she had come in wearing were everywhere. Her jeans were half inside-out and thrown onto the floor. Her t-shirt hung over the lampshade, and her panties were wadded up on the foot of the bed. I carefully picked up her panties, holding them by the edge. If Taelyn happened to see me touching any fabric near the crotch, I’d be in big trouble. I spent a long minute folding them while barely touching them.

Rounding the corner around the bed, I stopped short. On the far side of the bed, lying on the hardwood floor, was a used condom.

I just stopped for a minute. My cock cage suddenly felt much more noticeable than it had just a second earlier. I couldn’t ignore it. The sight of the condom, the thought of who it had been on and who it had been in, combined with my own enforced chastity, just for a moment, left me feeling as if I’d been punched in the gut. Just for a minute.

I pursed my lips together, biting them hard on the inside. I breathed very deeply, let it out, and breathed deeply again. My cock cage felt very heavy. Sacrifice, I reminded myself; sacrifice so that I can serve. I whispered out loud, to myself.

“I am NOT ashamed of my submission. I am NOT ashamed of my slavery. I am NOT ashamed of my chastity. I am NOT ashamed to belong to Miss Taelyn.”

I didn’t want to touch it, but I knew I had to. I squatted, and carefully squeezed the condom in the middle, lifting it carefully so that nothing would leak out. It was bad enough kind of almost touching Zak’s cum through this thing; I certainly didn’t want to have to wipe it off the floor. Holding it away from my body, I carried it into the bathroom where I wrapped it in a tissue and dropped it in the trash.

It occurred to me that I could have used a tissue to pick the thing up, but quickly dismissed the wondered. To Taelyn, that would be cheating. They’d obviously left it there for me to discover as a way to put me in my place, a kind of planned humiliation, and I wasn’t gonna cheat my way through the experience. I walked back to the bedroom where I folded Taelyn’s jeans and her t-shirt.

Turning my attention to the bed, I removed each pillowcase, making a laundry pile. Pulling off the rumpled bedspread and pulling back the flat sheet, I winced. Another used condom, this time in the middle of the bed. Near it, dribbles of what was obviousy Zak’s jizz were soaking into the sheet. Another wet spot near the dribbles had started to spread as it soaked in.