Training Her Husband Pt. 04


It was Friday evening. I was driving to Joan’s house to meet her for an evening out. She was to have made plans for dinner, dancing and who knows what. She was single, so just about anything was possible. She did, however, know that I was happily married and that I would not do anything too crazy.

What she didn’t know was that I had plans of my own. She had no idea that while we were out on the town, my husband was home, dressed up as my maid, wearing a chastity cage on his cock. He had been caged since Monday morning and the key to the lock was attached to the necklace that hung around my neck.

Lilly, as I called him when we were playing our games, was very much into the teasing and humiliation that came with his submission to me. We only played occasionally and while he almost certainly wanted more, he had agreed to accept the infrequent, occasional play that occurred when I was in the mood.

I’m not a naturally dominant person and had no desire to play that role full time. Truth be told, I had submissive desires of my own and even hoped that one day I would be able to experience the pleasure of submission to another as my husband did from me.

I was wearing the key this evening because we had agreed to let his secret out. He wanted to experience the humiliation of another person knowing he was my sissy husband, kept in chastity. I also had motive for revealing his secret. Not being a naturally dominant person, I thought I would benefit from having a confidante I could trust to talk to about such matters.

Being my best friend, Joan had been selected as the one person we would trust with our secret. From previous conversations, I knew she was someone who knew something about being a dominant in that type of a relationship. I also knew she was a person whom I could trust to keep our secret.

So my simple plan was to allow her to see the key. I knew her natural curiosity would lead her to ask about it and when she did, I would tell her all about Lilly.

I pulled up in front of Joan’s place and parked the car. Grabbing my phone, I sent a series of texts to Lilly.

“Hello, my sissy husband.”

“When you have finished the laundry, I have another assignment for you.”

“Take the following pictures and send to me.”

“Full body in your sissy little outfit.”

“Holding up the hem of your dress to show your pretty panties.”

“Drop your panties to show my caged little clitty.”

“And a close-up of the cage.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

I dropped my phone into my purse, grabbed the overnight bag I had packed and got out of the car. As I walked up to the house, the idea of what I was intending on doing this evening hit me and I started to feel a little nervous.

Joan saw me coming and was standing with the door open as I approached. She was dressed much more casually than I was. I was in a tight fitting red dress and heels that Lilly had selected for my night out. My overnight bag contained more casual clothing, closer to what Joan had on now.

When I got to the door, she said, “You look stunning. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were looking to go out and get laid tonight.”

I held up my bag and said, “I wasn’t sure what the plan was, so I came with options.”

She asked what Larry said when I left the house. I told her the truth. He said I looked beautiful.

“That’s all,” she asked? “He didn’t object or complain about you going out alone dressed like that.”

“Nope,” I replied. “He just said, ‘You look beautiful’ and watched me pull out of the driveway, waving goodbye.”

“Besides,” I said, “He knows I’m not going out alone and have you to make sure I don’t get into trouble.”

“And that was reassuring to him,” she questioned? “He’s really too trusting,” she added. “If I were him I’d be worried about you getting dick from some random guy tonight, especially considering that you’re going to be out with me.”

“Well, maybe he’s okay with that,” I said with a chuckle.

“Yea, right,” she said sarcastically.

She went over the plans for the evening and we agreed I was overdressed. I made a quick change and we were off to dinner.

I was now wearing jeans and a low cut blouse that showed just enough cleavage to attract attention. I made sure the key was visible. Not overly obvious but there to be seen if you were looking.

Dinner was at a nice little place where we could talk. We discussed work and how much of a pain her boss was. Inevitably, the conversation turned to men. Specifically those she had been with over the last few months.

About half way through dinner my phone buzzed. Then about a minute later it buzzed again. Suspecting it was Larry completing his assignment, I ignored it. After the fourth buzz, Joan asked if I was going to check my phone.

“Well I wasn’t going to let it interrupt our conversation,” I said dismissively, “but if it bothers you, I will.”

I fished my phone out of my purse and checked. Sure enough, it was pictures from Lilly. I scrolled through bursa escort them quickly and dropped my phone back into my purse.

“There,” I said. “Just as I thought, nothing important. Just Larry checking in with me.”

“See,” Joan said, “he is concerned about what you’re up to tonight.”

I chuckled, knowing how far off base she was.

“What’s so funny,” she asked?

“Nothing really, I’ll tell you later,” I replied.

She gave me a curious look. Then her eyes went wide. I could almost swear I could hear the wheels spinning in her head.

All she said was, “The key.”

I just looked at her blankly, trying to look like I had no idea what she was talking about.

“The key,” she said again. “I noticed it earlier. All this has something to do with the key you’re wearing.”

Again I tried to act like I had no idea what she was talking about.

“All what,” I asked innocently.

“All this,” she said again, waving her hand up and down. “You wanting to go out. All dressed up like you were. Larry texting you, if that was actually Larry, and the key.” She was pointing at it now. “I can’t put my finger on it but there is something about that key. I’m sure of it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

I had a big grin on my face. I couldn’t hide it any more. We had finally gotten to the point of no return. I started getting nervous all over again.

“Spill,” she said. Almost demanding.

I hesitated for a moment but then realized that she would get it out of me one way or another. Soon, Larry’s secret would be no longer a secret.

I hadn’t really thought about what I was going to say or how I was going to say it, so I decided to tease her and make her wait a little longer. At the same time I would be able to calm my nerves a little.

I grabbed the key and held it with my fingers saying, “This little old thing?”

“Yes,” she hissed, clearly growing impatient with me.

“Get the check, then let’s go get a drink and I’ll tell you all about it,” I said.

We paid the bill and left. The bar we were going to was literally right around the corner. Joan hounded me for information as we walked. I held off and reassured her all would be explained after we got drinks.

We walked in and I steered us to an out of the way booth where we could have some privacy for the impending conversation. We got drinks and after a few sips, Joan’s patience ran out.

“Okay,” she said, exasperated, “what the heck is going on with you two.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Well, this is might sound a little weird but here goes.”

I was a bundle of nerves and I’m sure it showed.

“This,” I said holding the key, “is the key to a lock.”

I hesitated before continuing while she looked at me with that “Well duh,” expression on her face.

“The lock,” I continued, “is for Larry’s chastity cage.”

There. I said it. It was out. It was no longer a secret. I actually felt a sense of relief.

Joan’s eyes widened as my words sank in and she realized what I was saying.

Almost in disbelief she said stammering, “You mean… you… Larry… You have him locked in a chastity device?”

An evil grin began to appear on her face.

“Well,” I said, taking another deep breath, “I keep the key and I decide when he gets out but there’s a whole lot more and I have to tell you it was all his idea.”

“Oh, I bet there’s more and you have to tell me absolutely everything,” she said as she waved her hand to get the waitress’ attention.

Several drinks later Joan knew it all. All about Larry, that is. I told her that he was home wearing one of his maid uniforms and the chastity cage. I showed her the pictures he had sent me during dinner as proof. I told her about the business trip he had taken some months ago and the things I had gotten him to do while there. I told her about the pictures I had taken when he came back from his trip and promised to show them to her. I even told her about his name.

The only time she spoke was to ask if he had been in chastity for the entire time since returning from his trip. I told her it wasn’t a full time thing and we only did it when I was in the mood. I told her he had only been in chastity since Monday and I was intending to let him out before the weekend ended. Then it would likely be a few months before we did anything again.

When I was finished she just sat and stared. I wasn’t really sure what she was thinking. I was beginning to wonder if I had misjudged her. That I shouldn’t have told her.

When she did finally speak, she let me have it. She couldn’t understand why I only did this on a part-time basis and why I wouldn’t want to have this as a permanent thing. She told me about a guy she dated a while back who was submissive and the fun she had with him. She pointed out all the advantages, most of which I already knew.

I was agreeing with her, for the most part when she hit me with the big question. Why was I not taking full advantage of the situation. With my inhibitions lowered bursa escort bayan from the alcohol, I confessed to the real reason we didn’t have a full time dynamic. That I wasn’t completely comfortable in the dominant role.

When she asked why, I blurted out that in some ways I was like Larry. I had my own submissive desires. The cat was out of the bag, Now Joan truly knew everything.

She asked if we did any switching, with Larry being the dominant one. I told her Larry was a complete submissive and I didn’t think he had it in him to be dominant. I confessed that I hadn’t even told him about my submissive desires. At that point, Joan’s attitude seemed to change. Her questions were less about Larry and started to center more around me.

We talked, and drank for quite a while. Joan got me to tell her a lot of things about myself that I wouldn’t have thought I would ever tell anyone. Then, without any discussion, she said we were leaving.

She asked for the check and when the waitress brought it, she told me to pay it as she got up. She didn’t wait for me and started walking towards the door as I fumbled through my purse. Fortunately I had cash and didn’t need to wait for the waitress to run a card. I paid her and raced to catch up to Joan.

Outside I asked why she hadn’t waited for me. She ignored my question and told me to order an Uber back to her place since we were both too drunk to drive.

Joan stood stoically as we waited for our ride. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable and asked her if everything was okay. She turned to me with a big smile and said, “Everything is fine. You just wait until we get back to my place.”

The car arrived, we got in and not another word was spoken between us until we arrived back at Joan’s place.

We stumbled into the house and she told me to sit while she made us drinks. I started to protest saying I needed to sober up some if I was going to make it home tonight.

She looked at me with that big grin on her face and said, “Oh honey, you’re not going anywhere tonight. And just to be kind, I’ll text your little sissy Lilly for you to let her know.”

On that point, I agreed with her. If I was spending the night at Joan’s I didn’t want Larry to worry and she would undoubtedly confirmed that I had indeed told her our secret.

“Give me your phone,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Why,” I asked, “I know you have his number in your phone.”

“Tomorrow,” she replied, with her hand still extended, “when you sober up, you’ll be able to read the messages.”

Then, with a sterness in her voice, she said, “Your phone, now.”

It wasn’t a request. I handed her my phone and she sat down in the chair across the room from me and started typing. I got up and started to cross the room towards her. She must have seen me in her peripheral vision because she never looked up.

While still typing, she yelled, “STOP.”

It startled me and I froze.

“Who said you could get up,” she said.

It was a question but she said it in a loud, authoritative voice. I started mumbling something about wanting to see what she was typing.

Again, in that authoritative, voice she said, ‘I told you that you would be permitted to see the texts tomorrow.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening. Joan was acting strangely. Her pleasant demeanor had disappeared. She acted as though she were displeased and irritated. And what did she mean that I would be permitted to see the texts tomorrow. I was drunk but current events had me feeling more and more sober. I was trying to figure out what was going on when she looked up at me with a big grin on her face. Now I was really confused.

“Since you couldn’t stay on the couch where I put you,” she said, “come here and stand in front of me.”

I really didn’t know what was going on but I felt compelled to follow her instructions and walked towards her. I stood in front of her. My phone buzzed. A text from Larry, I supposed. She read the text and started typing again.

I started feeling awkward just standing there. Joan seemed to sense my uneasiness and while still typing away said, “You just remain still. I’ll get to you in a minute.”

She put the phone down for the moment and look up at me.

“I can see already that your sissy husband will be a lot of fun to play with,” she said. Before I could respond, she added, “Now let’s see how much fun you can be.”

I started to speak but she put her index finger to her lips and shushed me. Again I felt compelled to obey her.

“I don’t like having to look up at you,” she said, “so I think you should kneel.”

I stood there dumbfounded. Was this really happening?

Then she added, “But first, strip.”

I just stood there. My mind was racing, bombarded with thoughts. I didn’t know what was going on. I was so confused.

Joan was smiling. I wasn’t moving. The smile disappeared.

“Do not make me tell you again,” she said, slowly and deliberately, that authoritative voice returning.

Feeling escort bursa nervous and unsure of myself, I stepped out of my heels and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. I hesitated for just a brief moment before unzipping them and pushing them down my legs. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt off over my head.

I stood there now in just my bra and panties. The only other thing I had on was the necklace which held the key to Larry’s chastity cage.

I felt exposed standing there in front of her. We had seen each other in various stages of undress before but somehow this was different. She was sitting there very comfortably, fully clothed, her legs crossed, staring at me. I was nearly naked and very nervous.

Our dynamic had changed dramatically. I found myself compelled to do whatever she told me to do. As if in a trance I wasn’t even thinking anymore, just obeying. I started to kneel when Joan stopped me.

“No,” she said sternly. “I said strip and that is what I meant.”

This time there was no hesitation. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, shrugged my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed them down. They fell to my feet and as I stepped out of them, Joan told me to put my heels back on.

I put on my shoes and got down on the floor, kneeling before her. I was thankful her living room was carpeted.

My phone buzzed again. Joan looked at it, smiled and started typing. She sent her message and looked up at me.

“Give me the necklace,” she said as she held out her open hand.

I reached behind my head and unclasped the necklace. I reattached the clasp before dropping it into her hand. She took it, unclasped it and put it around her own neck. She grabbed the key and held out away from her chest.

“Please me and I might return this to you,” she said with a smile. “Otherwise you will have to explain to your sissy husband why he has to stay locked. And he will stay locked for a very long time. That is, unless you are as obedient as he is.”

She held out my phone and took a selfies of herself smiling and holding the key. Then she started typing again. I assumed she was sending the picture to Larry.

“Now your sissy husband knows who his new Mistress is,” she said removing any doubt. “Should we tell him who my other submissive pet is?”

She stood up and walked around behind me. She leaned over my shoulder, her head next to mine, held my phone out again and whispered in my ear, “I think we should” as she snapped another picture, capturing both of us together.

She sent that off to Larry as well. At least I was hoping she was only sending and speaking to him. I really had no idea.

She walked back around in front and stood over top of me. I wanted to speak but I didn’t know if I could or should.

“May I speak,” I stammered?

I’m not sure why those words came out of my mouth. Why was I asking permission? What was going on? I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol but that could not explain my behavior. Of course I knew the answers to my questions. I just had not expected this course of events.

“You have questions,” she inquired.

I nodded.

“Speak,” she said.

Suddenly I wasn’t sure what to say. I started stuttering and stammering.

“What… what’s going on here. I… I don’t understand,” I said.

Joan was smiling again. “What is going on,” she started, “is exactly what you think is going on and I think you understand perfectly because this is what you want.”

I stared blankly at her.

“You seem confused,” she said. “Let me see if I can sum it up for you.”

“Your husband wants to be a submissive, little sissy. You are uncomfortable being in control because deep down, you want to be a submissive little fucktoy. I, on the other hand, don’t have a submissive bone in my body and am happy to be the dominant Mistress both of you crave.”

She paused for a moment to allow her words to sink in, then continued.

“That’s pretty much it in a nutshell,” she stated. “There’s a lot more detail of course but that’s sufficient for now because I have needs that require your attention.”

I understood what she had said but wasn’t sure I totally agreed with her. I didn’t think I was uncomfortable dominating Larry. In fact, I enjoyed it. I just didn’t think we should do it full time. As far as being dominated, sure I had those thoughts but with a man. I wanted to be dominated by a man.

Joan didn’t seem to care. She was in charge and seemed intent on doing whatever she pleased without any regard for what I wanted.

I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize that Joan had removed her pants and shirt and when I looked up she was removing her bra.

She stepped toward me wearing only her panties and the key. Her pussy was right at eye level. She reached down and lifted my head by my chin. We looked into each other’s eyes.

“I know you’re still trying to process everything that’s going on right now but unless I’ve missed my guess, this is what you truly want,” she said with a smile. “However, I want you to know that we will not do anything you do not want to do. You may stop at any time. You merely have to tell me to.”

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