I Follow Her Lead

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Authors note: This is not an erotic tale, though it was a very erotic experience for me. It is merely a recounting of a moment in time that celebrates the wondrous complexity and never-ending ability of the women we love, to amaze us.


It’s been a while since we’ve been able to get away for a night of play, and so when She suggested we go to ‘The Club’ last night I was all in! I mean, who doesn’t like a little naughty Thursday before a Good Friday?

I was wearing my extra small chastity cage because I enjoy the very intense reminder that on nights like this, my cock is not that which will bring the love of my life and my best friend, her pleasure. The shiny steel dome encapsulating my manhood and thus my psyche, a welcome companion as I eagerly place all of my focus upon Her.

I watched her slip into that short skirt, listening to the leather whispering promises of unadulterated pleasure as it assured her that all eyes would be drawn to her that night. That those virile men would be no more able to resist her allure than they could the air they breathe, and myself would be amongst them. The corset followed, the soft satin belying the strength of the boning hidden within, accentuating her in all the right ways, pushing her breasts together and presenting them in all their magnificent splendor. And all the while, the silver key sparkled in the light, nestled between them, proudly proclaiming my chaste devotion to Her.

She was stunning, and as her tiny fingers wrapped around my arm as we walked together into the club, I felt my heart quicken in anticipation and swell with pride at being her cuckold.

The DJ kept the beat thumping, the dance floor was packed, and sure enough, the men were drawn to her. One after another would watch her move as she danced and ground herself into me, teasing my cock with what it would be denied that night. One after another would make their way over, and do their thing, moving their bodies with a rhythm only Black men possess. Yes, Black men, for it would seem on a primal level all others knew they would be turned away. And one after another, she would acknowledge them with a smile, and then turn her attention back to me.

After a time we found ourselves in the playroom, where an attractive blonde woman was suspended in the air, her partner artfully adjusting the Shibari ropes while the room looked on. There were three St. Andrews Cross’ whose bases formed a circle and were leaned over on a slight angle fastened together at the top, and all three were occupied. As per the house rules we had removed our clothes and wore only towels and I adjusted mine as we sat/leaned against a padded knee wall to watch.

The sound of leather floggers and wooden paddles striking flesh, followed by muted gasps and moans flowed over us as we took in the sight.

“Are you worried someone will see your cage?” She asked me.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks redden at the thought, as ridiculous as that may seem since we were at a sex club after all.

She ran her hand lightly up the inside of my thigh making my dick twitch, and her fingers snuck under the towel to press against the steel. Her eyes lit up mischievously. “I wonder how it would look with you strapped to that cross…”

I shook my head. “I do too, but baby there’s no way I’m ready for that!”

She simply giggled at my discomfort and we returned our attention to the young lady in front of us as her ass grew increasingly red from the flogger in her boyfriend’s hand. Then we watched as another young lady pushed him up in between two of the crosses so he was beside his girl, yanked his towel off, and proceed to whip them both. It was fucking hot, and as I looked around at the crowd mingling and chatting but all watching as were we, the kinky energy in the room was undeniable.

We then strolled through the next room, watching couples, several three and foursomes, and one very busy gang bang and I turned to her. “Don’t you want someone to play with?”

Looking around the room, she slowly shook her head and then gave me her smile. The one that tells me she’s feeling it. “No baby, tonight I want you.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “But you were the one who suggested we come tonight?”

“I know”—she stepped in close, draped her arms over my shoulders, and looked up into my eyes—”but a girl can always change her mind, and tonight I want to play with you. Let’s go back to the hotel.” She brought her lips to my ears, her breath warm and moist on my skin. “I’m not unlocking you by the way.” Stepping back, she pursed her lips in that wicked grin that so utterly captivated me the first time I met her. Oh yeah, she was feeling it!

We went back to the room and it was… mind-blowing, but I won’t mention everything we did. Hey, a guy has to have some secrets right? I won’t mention her standing over me in the tub wearing that leather skirt and giving me a golden shower, or that there may have been a very large dildo used later and that I’ve got a delightfully tender ass today. And I won’t mention her spooning me and whispering in my ear to ‘cum baby, cum for me’ as she pressed her fingers on top of mine, guiding me as together we pressed on the cage while she made my prostate sing…


It was a late night, we didn’t sleep well because the hotel bed was shit, and when we got home today we went straight to bed. I cuddled up to this amazing woman I am so unbelievably fortunate to be able to share my life with and pressed my cage against her, the heat of her body seeping through the steel and into my cock.

For me, a cage cum is similar to a ruined orgasm, and as such, I was still running as hot as I was last night, and the night before that (I’ve been locked for a while). My body thrummed with desire even as feeling her body next to mine soothed me. I kissed her neck and ran my hands gently up and down her side, feeling her relax as sleep beckoned her into its peaceful embrace.

I thought about how I was a fifty-year-old man, had been married for 24 years and been with her forever, and yet here I lay running hotter for her now, than the day we met. I considered all the kinky fun times like last night, and all the incredible moments we shared as she found pleasure in another mans arms. I felt like the luckiest man alive. My absolute faith in her love for me and my love and devotion to her, our trust in each other, it was all possible because she had taken my hand and allowed me to walk this path in life with her.

I couldn’t help myself, I had to tell her how I felt even if she had already drifted off. “You’re my everything baby.”

I guess she hadn’t quite gone over yet because she answered in a sleepy whisper and shifted her ass so it pressed harder against me. “And you’re mine.”