Reprinted with author’s permission.

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I woke up aroused.

This was not the male syndrome commonly known as “morning wood”. This was an erection with a purpose.

Today was to be my first full day under Her control. After riding my face to several orgasms last night, She left me, aroused, with the understanding (but far from promise) that if I followed Her instructions to the letter all day I might finally be allowed the release I craved. But even if that was not to be, I desired to please Her more than my body screamed for sexual climax.

I was to feel Her control strongly all day. In the morning I carefully encircled my engorged penis with the collar I had been instructed to wear. After buckling it in place, I slipped my wrist through the leather loop at the end of the steel chain that linked it to the collar. I made sure, per Her instructions, that the length was sufficient to allow me movement, but restrictive enough that simple motions of my arm would tug at my captured erection, a constant reminder of Her control as I pursued the tasks of the day.

I can’t remember being so aroused for such a prolonged period of time, even including the wild young stallion of my youth, hiding uncontrollable tumescence behind a convenient book. This excitement was fueled from three sources. First, nothing stirred my submissive soul as much as being used by Her sexually, Her juices covering my face as wave after wave of pleasure took Her, while my own climax was denied. I wasn’t ignored through cruelty. Release was intentionally delayed for a purpose, unknown to me. If that isn’t control and dominance, I don’t know what is.

The second source of my excitement was the sure knowledge that what I was doing was an act of obedience, that following Her prearranged instructions all day long would please Her. I don’t remember now if the notion came from me originally or if She found a way to see that I came to believe it, but it no longer mattered. My submissive manifesto was indelibly ingrained. Pleasing Her through obedience was much more pleasurable than any mere physical release could ever be.

My third reason for almost constant arousal was more physically evident, of course. Beyond being a constant reminder of my obedience, the repeated tugging of my penis by my wrist sent near constant stimulation coursing through my loins. There were times when I would rest that I would subside a bit. When I would get up abruptly, forgetting for a moment the leash, there would be an immediate jolt of sensation that brought my erection back in full force.

I knew She would be gone for a good part of the day. There would be no way of Her monitoring my obedience. Knowing that made the pleasure I derived from obeying Her anyway all the more delightful. And the constant, yet simple, binding of my hand to my genitals served what I could only assume was it’s intent: to increase my submissiveness throughout the day. As the day progressed I shed more and more of what was not my submissive inner core, leaving a pure obedient man to greet Her when She arrived, with which She could do whatever She desired.

Finally, it was time for Her to return, and She did. She had said it would only be brief, as She had to go out again, but I knew She wanted to check in on Her new obedient pet, to see how the (delightful shudder) training was going. She quickly verified that the collar was still in place around my penis and that it was attached properly to my wrist. She was very, very pleased. I was ecstatic that She was. I squirmed in the pleasure of knowing I had obeyed well.

Then came more instructions. “Remove the collar and insert the small anal plug, My pet. Then give me twenty sit-ups.” Twenty sit-ups were nothing. Obedience and Her direct, complete control of my body was everything. I knew, although She did not let on immediately, that from the moment She saw me the first time, my body was attractive to Her. I am sure She delighted in the knowledge that She was in command of my firm abdominal muscles, that tightening up my body was training in both obedience as well as physical activity and that the result was, to Her, pleasing in form. The training provided by the anal probe I inserted was also manifold. In addition to the physical act of retaining it, which was actually more difficult to me than the sit-ups, the dominating symbolism of this Woman causing my body to be penetrated was overwhelming.

After the sit-ups She instructed me to remove the plug and reattach the collar. This I did immediately, of course. I told Her about the difficulty I had in keeping the silicone toy inside my body. I didn’t want to assume that my struggle had been intentional, that She was aware of the fit and of my musculature in that area. I knew that my giving Her feedback of that type would please Her, as it would only assist in the training She had planned.

She was indeed pleased that I informed Her that the small anal toy slipped easily in and out. She then told me that I was to repeat the activity, but this time with the largest plug in the set. I was to commence as soon as She departed, and I was to hold it in my body for 30 minutes after completing my sit-ups. With that, She left again. I, of course, immediately followed Her instructions.

I am sitting here, writing this, having obeyed like the good submissive that I am, my ass filled at Her direction, by Her will. I couldn’t be happier. I will soon have to remove it, which will result in mixed feelings from me, no doubt. I will miss it. But I will have obeyed Her one more time.

I can’t wait to see what will happen when She returns later. I only know that I will obey to the best of my ability. I hope She will be pleased. Pleasing Her through obedience is so much more pleasurable than any physical release could ever be.

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