Promises, Promises (pt 2)—A Case Study

In part 1 of Promises, Promises we said that a goddess must maintain the trust of her sub—and she must keep the sub guessing.

How does this play out in practice?

This blog, Part 2, is about a multi-day game that X and I played recently—and how I navigated the interesting path between integrity and autocracy.

It started with some disconnect. X and I had been through a stressful ‘real world’ patch. When work and other shit gets hectic it sometimes interferes with our equilibrium. X clams up, which I hate. It feels like he’s giving me the cold shoulder.

To get us back on track I suggested, in a morning message, that he put on the cock cage. He complied. Game on.

It was another busy day. But that night I tied him up tight and tormented him in various delicious ways. His manhood remained firmly caged, I had two wonderful orgasms.

Whilst he was suitably restrained–and straining–I gave him some tasks, one of which was to create a list of five ways he would worship me and do penance for going all cold fish on me.

This is a great way to take the pressure off—it’s fun being creative, but sometimes it’s good to make the sub come up with deliciously devious and kinky ideas to keep things hot and interesting.

We ended up with a list of six things, which I’ll get to in a moment, but the first part of the conversation illustrates what I mean about keeping options open.

X: I could offer to wear the cage for three days?

S: Oh, that’s a given, you’re wearing the cage for at least three days, probably a lot longer, so that can’t be one of the five—try again.

The outcome has to be ambiguous. That’s a rule.

I said it would depend on various things, especially his performance.

I should mention that X was tightly spreadeagled and hooded throughout this conversation, helpless to prevent me tickling the barristers and stroking his caged cock. It’s a good way to fire a sub’s imagination.

He proposed five delicious torments:

• A night locked in the leather hood—with loosely chained ankle and wrist restraints.
• A play session including the dildo gag—so I could ride his face for as long as I wanted.
• A foot massage.
• Three orgasms for his goddess before release from the cage.
• Hogtied under my desk for a few hours.

I liked his list. But there was another idea in my mind.

We’d been talking for weeks about man-sized cages (as opposed to cock-sized cages). I wanted to make X my caged prisoner for an entire long weekend.

I added this to the mix. Then I accepted his first three ideas and modified the rest slightly. I decreed the following:

• Three orgasms for the goddess and none for X before any possibility of respite from the cage.
• All five tasks had to be completed to my satisfaction before any chance of respite from the cage.
• Instead of being hogtied, his fifth task was to compile a list of kinky B&Bs with man-size cages.

Of course, I really liked the idea of having him hogtied under my desk while I worked; I didn’t give up on that one. But I’d said five things and I had to choose… at least initially. That was the honourable thing to do.

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The italics above denote a subtle but important change in wording. ‘Release from the cage’ suggests freedom—cage off until the next game. ‘Respite from the cage’ meant I would stick to my word—the cage would come off after everything was done ‘to my satisfaction’ (another important proviso)—but for how long (and whether X would enjoy an orgasm) remained very explicitly undefined. And adding ‘any possibility’ creates even more ambiguity.

I wanted the freedom to unlock the cage, if it took my fancy, to edge him for an hour, deny him an orgasm, and lock him up again for another three days… or another week… or free him completely—whatever felt right.

Being conscious about how it was phrased gave me this flexibility and ensured I would maintain the trust between us—and my integrity.

The requirement that all five tasks had to be completed also gave me freedom to manoeuvre and to take into account the reality of life.

Shit happens… and if we have things too tightly scripted we can end up having to go back on our wonderful diabolical word.

X had anchored three days in his mind (for no good reason), but it wasn’t stipulated that the tasks would be completed on his terms.

I wasn’t going to be unreasonable, but if I wanted to wait another day before getting the foot massage—or another two days before riding the face dildo—that would be entirely my prerogative.

The terms I’d laid down made it possible for me to stretch his incarceration for many days—and far beyond three orgasms—if I so chose, or if life required it.

There was nothing to say other games couldn’t happen while the five tasks remained incomplete.

As I said in Part 1, a goddess must be creative.  I wanted to do the hogtie as well as the other things before giving him any respite from the cage.

It wasn’t on the list. But there were various possibilities.

I could find some reason to not be entirely satisfied with one of the other tasks and require him to do the hogtie under the desk as an additional penance. I could give him ‘double-or-quits’ alternatives, or have him play a game of chance.  Or I could negotiate a change of the terms.

Halfway through the game the first option was proving tricky. X had given me the most amazing foot massage (I couldn’t fault it), his list of kinky B&Bs was excellent, and by day four I’d already had two mind-blowing orgasms.

I decided to go with a game of chance.  I wrote out five cards and put them in a hat.  

“My love, you are doing really well, you’re about halfway through. Two bondage ordeals and one orgasm to go. But, realistically, that could take another two or three days, we both have busy lives. And I know you’re aching inside that chastity device—after all, you hadn’t had an orgasm for ten days before you installed the cage, arousal has been keeping you awake at night. So I thought I would give you an opportunity for some interim relief.

“Each of these cards describes an additional bondage challenge… and each one comes with guaranteed respite from the cage. Duration is specified on each card. So you can choose a card, and we’ll do the bondage today or tomorrow. You’ll suffer in restraints for a bit… and you’ll get some relief from the cage. Then the other tasks continue as before.”

Knowing me, as he does, X was understandably cautious and suspicious.

Did I mean he would get an orgasm? No, I said, that would depend on which card he drew.

What sort of duration? Each card, I explained, had a base time plus additional time determined by a roll of the dice.

What if he decided not to take a chance? That was entirely his choice, I said, but I had to warn him—life being what it is—that there was no guarantee we would manage to complete my third orgasm and the other two original bondage requirements before the weekend (which was another three days away).

Naturally, X could not resist temptation.

Unbeknownst to him, all five cards specified bondage under my desk; they differed only in various specifics. Base times varied from one to two hours; extra time varied from five minutes to fifteen minutes per pip. One specified a vibrating butt plug. All stipulated head to toe coverage, but one required only a spandex hood while the rest required the leather hood as well. Two cards nominated the rubber sleepsack, the other three frogties. Only one (the two hour) offered the possibility of an orgasm—if a coin toss came up heads he could have ten tugs with my hand (if he didn’t come within ten strokes, too bad). Of course, this was all loaded in my favour—I know exactly how to stroke his cock in such a way that orgasm eludes him.

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A bit devious? I guess so. But that’s the deal. There’s a mutual understanding. Believe me, X wants me to keep him guessing.

I hope this blog has given you some ideas.

I’m tempted to stop here—I’ve explained what I wanted to explain—and I love teasing and keeping people in suspense.

But I know you want to know what happened… so I’ll spill the beans.

To my delight, he chose the two hour card and rolled a three. That meant two-and-a-half hours in the rubber sleepsack at my feet under my desk while I worked.

Talk about a fun morning. It’s hard to describe the immense pleasure I get from having X squirming under my booted feet while I work on my computer. I had to take a break from spreadsheets to give myself an orgasm with the magic wand.

The coin had come up heads. I was glad. X was climbing the walls, he needed a respite.

He didn’t achieve climax within ten strokes but I kept going and it only took another five tugs before he shot his load. Ten minutes later he was locked in the cock cage again and the game continued.