What do you give a man who has everything for Christmas?
My dear elliot has pretty much everything a man could want. His business, his library, a pretty maid who wears
corsets and
quarter cup bras under her
nearly sheer uniform blouse and doubles as a strict personal trainer and, of course, me. His loving dominant wife and disciplinarian.
He is, of course, in his
cock cage pretty much full time and his ball stretchers put that little bit of pressure on his testicles to remind him of his place. But those are minor impositions compared to the pleasure he gets from being exercised by Mady and giving me the oral attentions I so enjoy. In fact, he is entirely reconciled to a life of chastity if not celibacy - no, very definitely not celibacy. I want him erotically charged pretty much all the time.
So what to get him for Christmas? I always get him books which he loves. I suspect he would be completely happy if all he did was read in his strange trove of English literary biography and the vast garden of "uncle" books - usually history books you would give to your uncle.
Mady had asked several weeks before Christmas what we should get him and I had not really come up with an answer. But then I remembered
the note I wrote about the wife who confined her husband,
"tom has always been deeply into the idea of close confinement," said my friend. "Another friend of mine was "crate training" her dog. Well, I put two and two together and when I had tom build my dressing room, I ordered a large, rather nicely made, furniture really, dog crate. Now, when tom gets on my nerves, or I want to have a nice read in bed or really for any reason at all, I have him strip to his cock cage. Then all I say is "Crate" and in he goes. It has a cute little lock but I had him add a real padlock hasp. Once he's in I go in and snap the lock shut. Then I just forget he's there. It isn't punishment exactly. And my dressing room is hardly a dungeon, but tom knows if he is sent to my dressing room he is entirely at my command. Usually, I will just crate him; but if he needs a whipping or I feel like pegging him, well everything I need is close to hand. And I got a wonderful, very girly, dressing room out of it."
I mentioned this to Mady.
"I don't think elliot likes being confined. He hates being locked in the closet as much as I do," said Mady.
(The closet is pretty much my most severe punishment. Very simple. It is just what looks for all the world like a broom closet which has been lined with sound absorbent material and finished in red velvet tufting. There are ingenious ways to make the tufting conform quite closely to either elliot or Mady's rather different shapes. It is very dark and very silent with the door closed and locked. If elliot or Mady have been particularly bad I will have a
good big, remote-controlled dildo inserted in up their bottom. If they have been extra naughty, they are also required to put a tiny, and I do mean tiny, bit of
BenGay cream on their nipples and, if I am feeling mean, elliot has to do his scrotum and Mady her mound. And then in they go. The door locks and I set a timer. True to its advertising the BenGay can last for a couple of hours and I will remotely pulse the butt plug from time to time. They both hate the closet and I use it sparingly.)
"Not quite what I had in mind, Mady. I was thinking more along the lines of converting elliot's dressing room into a celibate's cell. Just a bed. No decoration. Perhaps, if he's lucky, a book I think he should read, mainly the same mindfulness he finds in the corner with my panties or yours," I said.
"That sounds like a great idea and a wonderful gift," said Mady.
"It does, doesn't it," I said. "I love elliot dearly but there are times when I would just like to be on my own - or with you between my legs and not a thought of elliot. I am sure you would like the occasional day off as well," I said.
"If we put a slot in the door for food we could leave him in his cell for a couple of days," said Mady.
"We could," I said.
"But, if I may, ma'am, I would not put his cell in his dressing room. There is a quite large box room I think you would call it in the hall which would be just the right size. It would fit a cot nicely and it is right beside a bathroom so the plumbing would not be a problem. And there is even a little window. It would be far enough from your bedroom that you would not need to pay any attention at all once you locked the door," said Mady. "And then I could give my mistress the pleasures only girls are really good at."
"Oh, elliot is pretty good, Mady," I said, "As you know."
So that is what elliot got for Christmas. We told the carpenter that it was a meditation room.
While I would have prefered a genuine single bed in true monastery style, the reality was that I also like
clean and modern and made of steel - plus this bed frame allows me to easily have Mady chain elliot's ball stretcher to the foot of the bed. The chain is just long enough that he can get to the toilet or the door for his food.
He spent his first night in his cell a couple of days ago. There is, of course, a ritual. He showers and when he is done Mady slides
a long hasped combination padlock through his
ball stretcher rings and then through a piece of perfectly
ordinary link chain. Mady walked elliot, in his dressing gown, to the door of his cell where I was waiting. She handed me his chain and took his dressing gown. Then she took a very
pretty, short, cotton nightie and put it over his head. It came just below his bottom and his poor caged cock was barely covered.
I walked him over to the bed where there was another length of chain wrapped around the central support.
"Darling, I've decided you need a little room of your own. Merry Christmas. Your meals will come through the slot in the door. Good Night," I said kissing him lightly on the cheek and locking the second padlock which held the chains.
There was a bolt on the outside of the door which Mady drew closed.
"I hope he likes his present," said Mady.
"So do I. Now, you, young lady have my bath to attend to and, much as I hate to say it, locking elliot away has made me very wet indeed...which you can attend to as my bath is running," I said with a big smile.
"Yes ma'am. No fear of interuption," said Mady.
"None."
Update: In comments and emails a number of my readers have asked for elliot's reaction to his cell. I let him out after a little more than 36 hours. Really just two nights and a day. But he was chained the entire time and, of course, with the soundproofing, was entirely isolated. How did it go? Here's what he said.
"Once I realized that you planned to lock me into a small room and chain me to the bed I had to assume that the Lady of the House had her reasons. I didn't feel like I was being punished, exactly. More reminded of the very fulfilling life I am allowed to lead on the other side of my cell door.
"Just as having my cock in its cage is a constant reminder that you are in complete control of my erections and what ejaculations I am permitted, being locked in the cell reminded me that the rest of my life is your gift as well."
"I quickly got used to being chained to the bed. It was surprising to feel the effect of the extra weight. Not painful, just uncomfortable. So I spent most of my time sitting on my bed. I slept and I thought about how wonderful it would be to be allowed to see you and Mady. I was silent."
"It would be nice if you could see your way to leaving a pair of your panties with me when you confine me. A reminder."
So, no ill effects. Just mindfullness. elliot is very well trained.
