Enjoy a reading of The Key to His Submission: Chapter 1. Audio Narration is available to my Patrons, or you can purchase a gift from my Throne Wishlist for your own audio copy to indulge whenever you like.
I strode into Edward’s office, my heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome marking the rhythm of his impending submission. The room was sterile, a reflection of his personality—all sharp edges and cold efficiency. But today, I was about to introduce a chaos he couldn’t control. I locked the door behind me, the metallic click echoing like a finality, and turned to face him. His eyes darted up from his desk, his face already flushed, his gaze betraying the same awkwardness I’d grown accustomed to. But it was his erection, tenting his slacks, that truly caught my attention. I smirked, letting my confidence radiate through the room.
“Edward,” I purred, my voice low and laced with dominance.
I placed the chastity device on his desk, its metal surface glinting under the fluorescent lights.
It was a simple thing, really—a cage designed to keep his desires in check. But in my hands, it became a symbol of power, a tool to reshape his reality. “You’ve made it quite obvious how you react to me,” I continued, circling his desk with deliberate steps. My red hair cascaded over my shoulders, and my full figure moved with a grace that belied my age. At fifty, I was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and today, I wanted Edward’s submission.
His eyes flicked to the device, then back to me, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “This,” I tapped the cage with a manicured nail, “is your new reality. It’ll keep that cock of yours locked away, unused, and under my control.” I leaned closer, my scent—a mix of expensive perfume and something wilder—filling the air between us. “You’ll wear it, and I’ll hold the key. You’ll learn to live with the ache, to crave my permission, to beg for release. And when you do, I’ll decide if you’ve earned it.”
Edward’s breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with the weight of my words. I could see the conflict in his eyes—the shy, awkward man battling the primal urge that had always betrayed him around me. But I wasn’t here to make it easy for him. I was here to take control, to mold him into something more than the timid creature he’d always been.
“Stand up, Edward,” I commanded, my tone brooking no argument. He hesitated, his fingers trembling as they gripped the edge of the desk, before slowly rising to his feet. His legs shook, and his cock throbbed visibly against the fabric of his pants. I let my eyes linger there, savoring the sight of his arousal, knowing it would soon be caged and denied.
I stepped closer, my presence overwhelming in the small space, and knelt before him. His breath hitched as my hands reached for the device, my fingers brushing against his heated skin. “Relax,” I murmured, though my tone was anything but soothing. “This is for your own good. You’ve been a slave to your desires for too long. It’s time you learned discipline.”
My hands were firm as I secured the chastity device around his shaft, the cold metal a stark contrast to his feverish skin. I adjusted it carefully, ensuring it was tight enough to be inescapable but not so much as to cause pain. Not yet, anyway. Pain was a tool I’d wield later, when the time was right. For now, this was about control, about stripping him of the one thing he thought defined him.
As I worked, I felt his eyes on me, his gaze heavy with a mix of humiliation and desire. I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. When the device was finally in place, I stood, the key dangling from a chain around my neck. It was a constant reminder of his submission, a symbol of my absolute power over him.
“Now, go,” I commanded, stepping back and meeting his eyes with a piercing gaze. “Live with it. Learn from it. And remember, Edward, your pleasure is mine to control.”
He nodded, his face a mask of conflicting emotions—shame, arousal, and something that looked suspiciously like fear. But he didn’t argue. He didn’t beg. He turned and walked out of the office, the weight of the chastity device a physical manifestation of his new existence.
I watched him go, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. The key around my neck felt heavy, not with the weight of the metal, but with the weight of his submission. Edward’s fate was now irrevocably tied to my whims, and I intended to enjoy every moment of it.
As the door closed behind him, I took a deep breath, the room suddenly feeling quieter, more intimate. I ran my fingers over the key, imagining the ache he must already be feeling, the torment of knowing he was locked away, denied, and completely at my mercy. It was a heady feeling, one that stirred something dark and primal within me.
I walked to the window, gazing out at the city below. The world went on as it always had, oblivious to the power exchange that had just taken place in this sterile office. But I knew. And Edward knew. His cock was caged, his mind racing, and his heart aching with a mix of humiliation and desire.
He was mine now. And I had every intention of making him beg.