Chapter 6: Mistress Kylie and Cecil

I had deliberately been vague when I instructed Rob to prepare himself. I want to test how willing he is to truly submit to me. Is he just playing a game, or have we unlocked some deep seated submissive trait? He’s kneeling on the floor wearing nothing but the diaper we use when we’re immersed in PAIGE. For someone who refused to wear a diaper only a few days ago, this is a remarkable transformation. Not for the first time I wonder about the effect PAIGE is having on our lives. But if PAIGE has changed our lives then it is only for the better. I’m eager to fuck Rob’s arse in real life, and repeat the wild ecstasy I felt when I fucked Rob’s character in the fairground scene.

I rub the outside of Rob’s diaper to massage his cock. Despite, or perhaps because of, what Rob knows is about to happen, his cock is already hard. My ministrations produce a much stronger erection which strain the diaper’s Velcro straps. I move my free hand to unfasten the straps, but Rob gently pushes my hand away. It takes me a few seconds to realise what I’ve discovered from this game. Rob really likes his swelling cock being restrained. Another lesson learned for future reference.

We continue in this fashion for several minutes before I decide that it’s time to move onto the main course.

“Remove your diaper, slave,” I command. “Present yourself for my cock.”

The effect on Rob is electric. I had expected some resistance, but there’s none. He unfastens his diaper and bends over the bed with his arse ready for my cock. I don’t need a second invitation.

Fucking Rob’s arse seemed a lot easier in PAIGE’s fantasy scenario. Rob’s hole is very tight and fucking him requires a lot of physical effort. Consequently I don’t feel the same level of excitement which I felt in the fairground fantasy. Despite greasing my cock several times, I can tell that I’m hurting him. Each time I suggest that we stop before I do some real damage, he urges me to continue. This is a Rob I hardly recognise. Eventually we exhaust ourselves although we have enough energy to firstly have sex in the regular fashion. Rob’s cock is rock hard, so fucking his arse is obviously something which arouses him. For me, it’s the feeling of control which is driving my powerful sexual urges. My leather outfit and the sense of dominance over Rob have together aroused me to a level which I’ve rarely achieved before. It must be about two o’clock in the morning by the time we finish our game and fall asleep.

Rob must be very sore judging by the way he sits down at the table for breakfast. But he doesn’t complain ... at least not about the sex and its aftermath.

“That pirate scene last night was incredible,” says Rob as we eat breakfast.

“For you perhaps,” I say. “Bess and I were left hanging from the rafters for ages. Anyway, I thought we set the scene’s parameters for a higher level of violence. Can’t say I noticed much difference.”

“You obviously missed what happened to Gregor. He’ll not be serving drinks in his tavern for a while with two broken arms. And didn’t you notice the fight which broke out on the other side of the room.”

“No, I missed those events. Too busy hanging around doing nothing.”

“Hardly doing nothing. From what I saw, you and Bess were really into each other. In other circumstances I might feel jealous.”

“Of me, or of Bess?” I ask warily, not forgetting that the template for Bess is our next door neighbour, Liz.

“Hmmm. Perhaps both. Anyway, we must find a way to be able to buy the full version of PAIGE,” says Rob. “We have to continue that scene.”

“We agreed not to rush into buying something so expensive,” I reply, slightly annoyed that Rob has reopened this discussion after I thought we had reached an agreement.

“Yeah. But I think we both want to buy the full version and if we don’t do so before the 30-day trial ends then it will cost us about 20% more.”

“Yes, I know,” I reply. “But we still have two weeks to decide. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Unfortunately there are times when Rob behaves like a spoilt child who has seen a toy which he likes. He wants it now, regardless of the cost. Our discussion is ended by our need to leave for work.

Rob’s willingness to submit to Mistress Kylie, and his fetish for having his cock confined, gives me an idea. I don’t normally frequent sex shops, but I know the location of one. The woman assistant behind the counter produces four alternative designs of what I refer to as male chastity devices, but she calls cock cages. I’ve never seen one close up before. They look extremely painful to wear if the man has even the hint of an erection. Depending on the design, the webbing or rings severely restrain the cock in the same way a wire mesh tube would constrain a balloon being inflated. Some devices have hollow ends so that the man can at least piss normally, but others have a solid cock tip with only a tiny slit at the end. Of course, any form of sex involving his cock is out of the question ... well, apart from his cock being tormented. The assistant demonstrates how the particular device which has caught my attention fits onto a man, courtesy of a rubber model. Two minutes later I’m the owner of the cruellest looking device from among the shop’s selection. I just hope Rob will be willing to wear it. After last night, I’m confident that he will. Poor Rob. Wicked Kylie.

I arrive home before Rob, which gives me time to put on my leather gear in anticipation. Rob is mine to control the second he enters the door. I’ve no doubt in my mind that our sessions inside PAIGE’s fantasy world have influenced my thinking. There are aspects of Rob’s psyche which I’m only now discovering despite our four years of marriage. What other secrets does Rob have buried, waiting for me to discover. For that matter, what hidden perversities of mine are ripe for us to unearth. Sometimes I feel as though I hardly know my own self any more and I clearly know a lot less about Rob than I thought.

“Stop fidgeting,” I say to Rob as I fit the new cock cage I bought today. “Is this one too tight?”

“Try the next smaller size,” says Rob as I try to choose the right size steel ring to fit between his body and balls. The ring will not only hold the cage in place, but raise his balls upwards. The cage came with a set of five hinged rings of different diameters. If the ring is too large, then the whole device will simply fall off his cock. Too small and it can cause serious injury. I want to torment his cock and balls, not castrate him.

“Smaller?!?” I say, questioning the wisdom of his request. “Isn’t that going to be painful?”

“A bit,” replies Rob. “But I’m okay with trying it out.”

I don’t argue with Rob. Having Rob’s cock under my control gives me a powerful thrill. The cage part of the device simply slips over his cock, enclosing it inside a specially shaped set of four lengthwise metal rods which curve his cock downwards against his raised balls. The four bars meet at the tip and are welded to a tiny ring through which he can piss. If his cock is flaccid then it easily fits inside the cage, but if Rob gets aroused then his cock will push hard against the bars preventing further growth.