Fiendish Confessions

We were having a great night, celebrating our twelfth wedding anniversary. We pulled the car over on the way home from dinner so we could watch the sun set. A couple years before this would have been no big deal, but now, having even this tiny bit of quiet privacy was a special treat. My parents were babysitting our young son. It was the first date night we'd had in maybe half a year. Could it really be that long? How the time has flown by... I can still picture the puffy little clouds on the horizon, back lit by a tranquil pink sky. I was staring furiously at them because I was flooded with anxiety. We were talking about our sex life. This had been a source of much pain and frustration for most of our marriage, if I'm honest. Things had not magically improved since becoming parents. She was telling me how she wished I would play with her more. I preferred to think of us as a dominant couple; whenever I thought about playing with her, I would be overcome with guilt and fe...

One question that I am commonly asked when I meet someone new is "how would you train me," or "what would an average day be like as your slave?" Every sub is different, and so the way I want to push each one will also be different. I am often asked this question soon after meeting someone, which makes it especially difficult to answer. Of course, there are some things that remain constant: I want any slave to be kept naked in our home, locked in chastity, and off the furniture. Anyone that lives with us would need to be happy being treated like a pet rather than a part of the relationship. An interest in domestic service would be nice too. Though there is a lot that could be added, and some that could be taken away, when we do find a slave, an average day could be very much like this: An electric lock releases the cage door early in the morning. He crawls carefully out of the cage beneath our bed and makes his way quietly toward the kitchen. He puts away th...