That Wet Summer Night - A Chastity and Cuckolding Story

Mistress K and I have been chatting extensively over the past few months about cuckolding as we’ve been researching the topic for the blog. It’s been so fascinating, complex, and something that I haven’t talked to many people about before.

This got me thinking; would I like to be cuckolded? Is this a fetish that I never knew I had? As the old saying goes; you’ll never know until you try.

I’ve taken a little inspiration from a chapter in a book I read a while ago where there were two switching perspectives (admittedly without any breaks to indicate the change) and liked the idea of writing in this style. Throughout this story we’ll flip between the perspective of slave D and Mistress K.

This story is dedicated to a close friend. You know who you are. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.

Finally, a ray of sunshine, and I mean that literally. This year has felt like a never ending rainstorm with high winds and cold temperatures dominating our daily weather reports. Now though the clouds have parted and a slither of hope for at least one day of dry weather emerged. As news of this change in climate swept through the UK our phone notifications pinged like a Las Vegas slot machine. Everyone wanted to take advantage of what might be a rare Saturday in the sun.

bing - A message appeared on Mistress K's phone.

“We’re going to Emma’s on Saturday. 3pm sharp. She doesn’t want us to bring anything. I think Richard’s cooking,” Mistress K told me with her feet up on the sofa.

“Perfect,” I replied, secretly thankful that she’d chosen to attend a party hosted by two people I really like. We holidayed with them a few years ago and had a wonderful time. Due to work commitments, scheduling issues and an unfortunate trampling incident we hadn’t seen much of them since so this was going to be a good opportunity to catch up.

“Garden party. She’s invited around 25 so far. I’m sure it will be the usual crowd”. We met Emma and Richard at a local kink event around a decade ago and always enjoyed their company. Many of their friends are also our friends so it was likely to be a good group. I was waiting for a curveball and wasn’t at all shocked with what Mistress K mentioned next.

“All subs should be collared and leashed at all times. No subs on the garden furniture. Blah, blah, blah, the usual rules apply.”

“Got it. I presume you’ll want champagne?”

“Of course,” she said smiling. “Maybe I’ll dress you up in your latex maid outfit and make you serve me champagne in the sun.” I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow in an attempt to show my displeasure at the suggestion.

“You’re right. Maybe later in the evening when it cools down a little. Birthday suit? No. I’ll have a think.”

Throughout the rest of the week I did think about what I was going to make slave D wear. I’d already decided to dress in a slick black latex corselette I favour in warmer weather or at indoor play events. It’s comfortable, my arms are unimpeded when I want to wield a crop or flogger and it makes my tits look fantastic. When matched with some stockings and a cute pair of high heels I look and feel like a powerful dominant goddess. What’s not to love?

I recently bought him some latex booty shorts because I love nothing more than seeing his tight ass jiggle when I tease his caged cock. Did I forget to mention that they’re crotchless? Whoops! Easy access when I want to tease the front and penetrate the back. Could that be the choice I select for him? No.

Instead I settled on some latex shorts but these have a zip up pouch over his crotch. Easy access when I want to get to his cock but hidden away until I decide otherwise. Besides, does anyone really want a locked cock wiggling around on a lovely day in the sun when they’re shovelling vol-au-vents into their face? I thought not too. A mesh top and a newly polished pair of black shoes will complete the look. Not so covered that he’ll get dehydrated and smart enough to serve me at every opportunity I demand. This will work.

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A message from Emma. She’s sent through the confirmed guestlist. Not too many surprises but, oh, hello…I wasn’t expecting this. As I flicked my finger over my phone screen the list of names scrolled by until I spotted a name that gave me a sudden flutter.

The name of a woman I’d met just over a year ago at a domme only dinner. We had a captivating conversation about our experience of domination, chastity, servitude and our mutual love of women. The food was exquisite, wine flowed and before I knew it we were the only dommes left at the table.

We continued to talk until the restaurant closed then went our separate ways. We exchanged numbers before disappearing into the night and promised to meet again. A few texts were exchanged, but our diaries never aligned, so the opportunity to reconvene our chat never materialised. Until now.

Two bottles of champagne, check. Razors and shaving gel, check. Dinner for the evening and breakfast for Sunday morning, check.

There’s nothing quite like food shopping on a Friday evening. It’s a mix of people gearing up for an evening of fun and those preparing for a routine weekend at home. This weekend would be anything but routine but at the time I wasn’t privy to this plan.

The short journey home was uneventful. A quick look at the weather app on my phone confirmed that the sun was still due for a prolonged showing the following day. Very slim chance of rain. Promising.

I cooked dinner the moment I arrived at home and served it to Mistress K at our carved wooden dining table.

“Is the champagne in the fridge?” she asked.

“Of course, Mistress,” I dutifully replied.

“Good. Make sure that my black latex corselette is washed and polished before we go to bed. I also want my black stilettos polished and a pair of red stockings hung up in my dressing room. Understood?”

“I do, Mistress. I’ll wash the dishes and prepare your outfit before showering. Is there anything else that I can do for you?” I looked up to see her attention fully focus on her illuminated phone screen. She didn’t reply, instead tapping away on her screen in short bursts.

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I didn’t notice that slave D had left the dinner table, removed our empty plates and was busy in the kitchen cleaning up. Something else controlled my attention and at that moment it wasn’t him. Don’t get me wrong, we’re very happy and I love him dearly, but on that evening my focus was on something, no, someone else.

I placed my phone on the table, got up from my seat and walked through to our spacious lounge. Almost at the moment my ass touched the soft leather of our sofa, slave D placed a steaming hot cup of tea on the side table next to me. I’ve trained him well.

He disappeared back to the kitchen as I turned on the TV and picked up my laptop to scan through my emails. The calm before the storm. My mind raced at breakneck speed. I could feel my heart beating at a quicker rate than normal. My chest flushed and my thighs wouldn’t stop twitching.

9:30pm. Another hour on the sofa then off to bed to read a book and settle in for a comfortable night of sleep. Slave D should be finished with his chores around the same time. I think a foot rub and a back massage will help. Yes, change of plan.

“SLAVE,” I shouted. He came scurrying into the lounge after a few seconds.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Get me my phone off the dining room table please.” He turned immediately and brought it over to me in the blink of an eye.

“Thank you. Back to work.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

2 new messages.

Once I completed washing the dishes I hopped upstairs, grabbed Mistress K’s latex corselette from her latex wardrobe and headed to our bathroom to wash and polish it. After a thorough clean in soapy water and a rinse with some fresh water I hung the outfit over our bath on a wooden hanger then returned to her dressing room to retrieve her choice of high heels. These shoes hold very special memories for me. They’re associated with events in our lives that brought great joy to me. I’ve been involved in many play sessions where Mistress K wore these shoes to do unforgettable things that have bound us together inextricably.

Mistress K demands that I never touch her shoes with my skin unless I’m ordered to do so. It’s been instilled in me that this is a privilege that’s earned, so I put on a pair of powder free latex gloves then polished them one at a time with a buffing cloth until they were mirror shiny. Satisfied with my work I placed them carefully next to the stool in her dressing room, hung up a pair of stockings and turned off the light.

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— Foot and back massage before bed. You have 30 mins to prepare. Shower, shave and meet me in the bedroom. Kneel next to the bed before I arrive. —

I quickly got into our shower, washed my hair, shaved my face and genitals (very carefully!), towelled myself dry, cleaned my teeth, moisturised, picked a few bottles of massage lotion out of a bedroom drawer and placed them on the floor. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and knelt down on the floor with my head bowed down.

There he is. Kneeling obediently on the floor on my side of the bed. Waiting for his goddess to arrive and to willingly do what I ask of him. He’s questioned me before. Challenging me has helped me grow as a dominant. But disobedience results in severe punishment. Corrective punishment. A level of punishment that will instil fear for any insubordination. Unlike other submissives that I’ve had the pleasure to play with, slave D isn’t a pain slut, which means that it acts as a fantastic punishment.

As I glided across our carpeted bedroom floor and approached slave D I ran the sharpened tip of my nail across his naked back. His whole body shuddered and he exhaled deeply.

“Stand up and undress me,” I commanded. He quickly leapt up to his feet. I turned around and held my arms up in the air so that he could remove my top, which he did delicately. He unclipped my bra then pulled down my skirt, leaving both on the floor next to us. As he placed his hands on my underwear I slapped them.

“No, no. You’ll have to earn that privilege.” I leant forwards onto our bed and stretched out to get comfortable. “Start on my back then work your way down to my feet.” He acknowledged my request then got up onto the bed.

I felt the mattress shift slightly as he balanced up on his knees then tenderly ran his fingertips up my sides towards my shoulders. His warm hands felt good, but this stopped almost instantly when he removed them from my body to squirt some lotion into his palms. The cold lotion sliding over my skin made me shiver, but I quickly settled when his nimble fingers pressed skilfully into my shoulders. I could feel myself smiling and any stress that had built up throughout my day started to melt away.

“Very good,” I purred. “A little harder. Yes, perfect”. I let him work his magic for another ten minutes until I felt completely relaxed.

“Now, get down on the floor and lower your eyes to the floor. No peeking. Seeing my breasts is reserved for those who earn it.” I turned my head towards the edge of the bed just as he crouched down onto the floor. Once his eyes locked onto our carpeted floor I turned over and placed my bare feet onto his thighs.

“One at a time. Lotion first then moisturise. I want to feel like I’m floating on clouds tomorrow. Get to work.” Slave D’s willing hands did exactly that, gently rubbing my soles, arches, toes and heels. He’s gotten quite good at it after building up experience over the years we’ve been together. Not once did he raise his head above my waist. He knows the consequence of disobeying me.

“Thank you,” I said as I reached behind my pillow and put on a silk nightdress. As he began to rise up to his feet I pressed one of my freshly massaged toes into his metal caged cock.

“Go and get your Hera cage. You’ll spend all of tomorrow locked too. No orgasms for you tonight or this weekend.” Without any sign of disappointment or resentment he bounced across our bedroom to pick his chastity cage up from on top of a set of black drawers. Within these drawers we keep a large range of play kit including rope, gags, our extensive collection of cock cages, restraints, impact toys and much more. He came back to me with a white Hera hexlock chastity cage, my current favourite to lock him in.

Contrary to popular belief I view locking slave D in chastity as a way to reward him. He lives to please me. By removing the temptation to pleasure himself he instead channels all of that effort, energy and attention towards me. Being his keyholder still excites and thrills me everyday. He knows that he’ll be released and allowed to cum eventually, but until then I’ll continue to tease and torment him for my entertainment.

“Excellent choice.” I took the cage from him and he reactively stood upright, arms behind his back and legs spread apart. Putting his cage on has taken years of practice and his honest feedback. I like to make a game of it but keep teasing to a minimum so that he doesn’t get too aroused. Trust me, you don’t want this. It will turn a few minute task into a half hour at best.

I began by removing his current cage, a heavy shiny metal device that he’d been locked in for over a week. After dropping this beside me on the bed I started with the back ring. I pushed it down his shaft until it sat flat against the base of his cock. Cautiously, I pulled each of his balls separately through the ring. I’m not looking to hurt him here. Far from it. I want him to be comfortable when he’s locked. The cage should be a snug fit. This way he can remain locked without issues for as long as I want. Remember, no-one wants damaged goods, and his cock and balls belong to me.

Once the back ring is securely pressed against his body I slide the cage into place. Our Hera cage clicks into the back ring when they engage. Hands free locking makes this task a lot easier, which is why I’m now able to pick the hex locking screws up individually from his hand and screw them into place. Using the black pendant key hanging from a silver chain around my neck I lean forwards and turn them until they’re firmly secured.

“Much better. Are my cock and balls comfortable?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Very good. Now get into bed.” He did exactly what he was told, walking around to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers as I did the same. I read a book for a few minutes then looked over at my phone on my bedside table.

3 new messages.

Most weekends start off like this. I get up at 9am, make Mistress K breakfast and a cup of tea then serve them to her at our dining room table. Today was no different. I carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb her then bound downstairs to turn the kettle on and make some breakfast. Looking out of our kitchen window I noticed that the sun was already shining brightly and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Let’s hope it stays this way.

I filled Mistress K’s favourite mug with tea then carried her breakfast through to the dining room and left it on the table ready for her. As I turned towards the kitchen I heard her coming down stairs.

What a beautiful day! Peeking through our bedroom curtains nearly blinded me. The sun is out and I’m ready for a very fun day ahead. The radio is on downstairs, which means slave D has made it out of bed and is preparing my breakfast. I told you earlier, he’s been well trained.

Before walking downstairs I look over at my phone.

27 new messages.

What the fuck?!

25 of them were in the party group chat. Everyone’s excited and discussing their outfits. Harry has already slipped into his Baywatch leotard as he’s been elected to be the lifeguard for the hot tub. Always eccentric and beloved by all.

The other 2 messages were what I was hoping for. I quickly opened them, read them twice, sent a reply, then put my phone back on my bedside table.

As I floated down our stairs to get breakfast my overactive mind almost caused me to miss the bottom step. A broken ankle wouldn’t serve me well today, so I quickly snapped out of my brain haze and strolled into the dining room to find my breakfast and tea waiting for me.

I sat down at the table and looked at my food. My stomach was in knots and swirling quicker by the second. Still, I’d need energy for my plans later. I practically inhaled the tea, then my food and wandered back upstairs to check my phone.

47 new messages.

Fucking hell!

1 new message from the person I hoped had replied. The message made me smile, a grin that stretched from ear to ear. I put the phone down again and picked up my book to settle in bed for an hour.

Mistress K came and went before I had time to notice. I took her empty mug and plate back into the kitchen and washed them. I take great pride in keeping our home clean and tidy, another thing that Mistress K doesn’t have to worry about. Also, it’s in our chastity contract, so that helps.

A quick look up at the clock in the kitchen told me that it was 9:35 am. Plenty of time left to get some clothes washing done, mow the lawn, respond to some emails and get ready for the party. So that’s what I did, keeping my phone to hand at all times in case Mistress K needed me for anything.

At 1:30pm on the dot I went upstairs to check on Mistress K. I could hear the shower spraying through the slightly open door to our bathroom. Don’t look, that can only end badly for you. I walked straight past the bathroom to our bedroom.

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I checked my phone, but there was no message.

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The screen of Mistress K’s phone was shining brightly over on the table next to the bed. As I turned around Mistress K stood with a towel wrapped around her in the doorway.

“Can you get the metal collar, leather collar, two leashes, two ball gags, a pair of handcuffs and a hood please? Oh, and the heavy metal ankle cuffs with the chain across them. Put them in my leather play bag and put it in the back seat of the car. I’m going to do my hair then get dressed. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded.

“Oh, and don’t forget the champagne.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Once you’ve done that you can get dressed. I’ve put the shorts you’re going to wear in the bathroom. Polish your black shoes then meet me by the front door.” I nodded to confirm that I understood.

The next half an hour was spent sliding into my latex shorts, polishing them up with some latex shine, polishing my shoes, putting on the mesh top Mistress K had also left in the bathroom then waiting at the foot of the stairs.

Looking at myself in our floor length bedroom mirror made me feel extremely powerful. My ass and tits looked spectacular, slave D had done a thorough job polishing my shoes (mental note - a small reward has been earned for that) and my hair is sitting exactly as I like it. Deep breath. Let's go. I picked up my bag and headed for the door.

One heeled step in front of the other. With every step I took I could feel the nervous energy coursing through my body begin to settle. Looking down the stairs at slave D waiting for me brought an involuntary smile to my face. There he was, my devoted partner. He watched my every movement as I strode elegantly down the stairs until I reached the bottom.

“Open the door. We’re leaving.”

“Yes, Mistress. You look incredible.”

“Thank you. I feel it. Now, let’s go.”

He opened the front door to our house and I walked through to meet him at the car. Slave D opened the rear door and I carefully sat in the back seat making sure that nothing snagged my latex. It’s happened before and I’m always careful not to let it happen again.

The journey was a smooth and pleasant one. A little traffic on the road getting out of the city but that eased as we got further out into the countryside. Emma and Richard’s house is around a quarter of a mile away from their nearest neighbours. It’s down a single lane country road surrounded by thick hedges. Peaceful, quiet and private. Perfect for a kink party.

The cars of other guests were already starting to fill up the driveway as we arrived. I found a free spot next to their double garage and got out to open the passenger door for Mistress K.

“Kneel down for me,” she demanded as I opened the door. I dropped to my knees and waited for her next instruction. She reached into the play bag next to her to retrieve my metal collar and leash. Her fingers quickly twisted the locking screw, reached around my neck and closed it around my throat. With a few twists the screw securely fastened my collar. A carabiner clip was attached to the O-ring on my collar and she slipped her fingers through the handle on the leash.

“Get the bags and follow me,” she instructed. I did as I was told after she lifted herself out of the car and surveyed the sky.

“Beautiful day for it,” someone shouted from near the house. Emma rushed across the driveway and hugged Mistress K. She was wearing a purple latex lingerie set with a black harness over the top. I didn’t think much of the green crocs on her feet, but when you’re hosting you can do what you want right?

“It really is. About time,” Mistress K replied after kissing her on the cheek.

“Usual setup. Wine, champagne and beer can go in the fridges in the summer house. Richard will be serving food later. You know the rest,” Emma mentioned. Mistress K nodded, looked down at Emma’s crocs then raised her eyebrow when she looked back up at her.

“I know. Don’t worry, I didn’t have time to slip my heels on before people started to arrive. Fucking Harry got here half an hour early. He’s blowing up his armbands in the garden. You know what he’s like,” she said with a chuckle then turned to greet more guests who had just arrived.

“Follow me.” I carried the play bag and Mistress K’s handbag along with the two bottles of champagne. I couldn’t help noticing her arse cheeks jiggle up and down as she walked skilfully in her heels around the stone tile path to the garden in the rear.

“Go and put my bags under the table over there then put the bottles in the fridge please,” she said and pointed towards our usual table. She unclipped the leash from my collar and I scuttled off to chill her champagne.

“Bring back two glasses of ice water,” she shouted then walked over to a small group of dommes. As I walked towards the summer house I heard loud splashing then a whistle being blown next to the large outdoor hot tub near the house. Harry was clearly enjoying the responsibility he’d given himself for the day.

Upon entering the summer house through the open double doors I nearly bumped into Richard.

“D! So good to see you. How long’s it been?” We had a quick catch up as I stored the bottles, put ice from a bucket into two glasses then filled them from a water cooler.

“Catch up later,” I said to Richard then walked back to give Mistress K her water. The moment I arrived at her side she turned and attached the leash back to my collar.

“Kneel,” she ordered. I got down on my knees and held one of the glasses up to her. She took it and gave me a nod of appreciation.

I stood talking with a few dommes and a particularly committed leather Daddy who’s slave boy sat peacefully in the shade under a large garden umbrella. Everyone was excited to finally be outdoors in good weather, but I barely heard most of the conversation. My mind was elsewhere. No-one seemed to notice, but I kept looking around the garden to see who was arriving. I pulled my phone out of my bag and looked at the screen.

1 new message. Not a text, but a picture. I put the phone back into my bag without opening it.

The bright afternoon sun shone high in the sky over the top of the house roof obscuring my vision momentarily until I shielded my eyes. Then, there she was.

Through the gap between the house and a long hedgerow came Goddess Z with two collared and leashed slaves in tow. Her long, straight, dark hair blew around her beautiful face thanks to a soft breeze that swirled calmly around the garden. Her stunning figure was covered with a perfectly fitted pink latex corset on top of a black lace bodice. A short black latex mini skirt and a pair of glossy black high heels completed her impeccable look. Both of her chained subs wore very small black leather jockstraps.

As her smooth legs strode towards a free table with her slaves my eyes followed her, captivated by her poise and elegance. She released one slave from his leash and pointed towards the summer house, ordering him to go and collect drinks. The sun reflected off her corset and skirt as she crossed her legs and sat down on a white metal garden chair. The remaining slave reached into her bag that he was carrying and handed her a phone, which she checked then placed on the table next to her.

“Who is that?” someone asked behind me to another guest.

“Goddess Z,” one of the attending dommes replied. “I met her last year at a few events. Lovely woman with a ridiculously devious mind. We’ve chatted a few times and I can vouch for her skills. She had a group of subs hanging onto her every word. Have you been introduced, Mistress K?”

“Yes, I met her at the annual domme dinner last year. Nice woman. We chatted for a few hours.” I tried my best to play it cool, but I’m sure I noticed at least one head tilt from a perceptive domme next to me.

The next hour or so flew by. A few clouds appeared in the sky and the temperature cooled very slightly, which I’m sure a few committed guests appreciated. Some dommes arrived with gimps wearing full catsuit and hood combos, though I did see them regularly topping up with cold fluids. I can’t even imagine the amount of sweat showering their bodies inside those catsuits, but I appreciated the commitment. A few guests stripped down and jumped in the hot tub to cool down. Figure that one out.

Harry was, as always, the star of the party. He’s always full of energy and does everything he can to make sure everyone around him has the best time. This party was no different. I don’t know when it happened, but he’d stripped off his leotard but kept the armbands on. Strong look.

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Mistress K received a message on her phone, so I reached into her bag and handed it to her. This happened a few times throughout the afternoon. Each time she sent a reply then handed me the phone back to put it back into her bag.

Richard came across to our group and asked Mistress K if she’d mind if I helped him with the BBQ. “Of course, he’s all yours,” she said, then unclipped my leash. “Go and be useful.” I leapt to my feet and followed Richard to the BBQ, housed around the back of the summer house.

That's it for part one. What does Mistress K have in store for slave D and who has she been messaging? Find out more in part 2 of that wet summer night.