When Mistress plans an outing for us, I know it will be special — just as I know there will be special rules for making sure our day will be a success.

The night before, I am to wash and detail both the interior and exterior of her car and ensure the interior is scented with her favorite lavender essential oil blend. The day of, I wake up early — as I do on most days of service — and I am to lay out the silk stockings and shoes she’s chosen to match her outfit. The stockings are to rest neatly on her vanity table; the shoes are to be placed right below, beside her chair. Everything needs to be perfect.

For our most recent outing, she picked nude, back-seamed Cuban-heeled stay-ups and delicious black patent designer pumps. The crimson soles of those pricey shoes complemented her figure-hugging red dress — and set my heart racing!

Being seen with Mistress in public is such a treat. From the moment she tells me we are going on an outing, that’s all I think about in the days leading up to it. I have our routine memorized to perfection — or as close to it as I can hope!

After I lay out her hosiery and shoes, I head to the kitchen and make her French-pressed coffee. She prefers to wake up and shower alone — it’s part of what she calls her mindfulness routine — so I make myself scarce and useful.

Once the coffee is done, I fetch the silver tray from the dining room and place the coffee on it along with a small bud vase containing some fresh-cut flowers. Lately, she wants peonies. So on this occasion, I put a single pink peony in the vase, a drop of milk in her coffee and then proceeded back to the bedroom. Mistress greeted me with a warm hello and a smile as I set the tray down. While she enjoyed her coffee at her vanity table, she permitted me to brush her beautiful chocolate-brown hair.

“You saw your outfit, didn’t you Cedric? You don’t have any objections, do you?”

“I saw, and it’s great — you always pick out the best things,” I told her.

I am to always wear a suit on our outings, and this time she’d chosen a basic black ensemble — no tie — with a red pocket square to match her dress, of course.

“Well, today I’m going to want your help picking. I need a few new things.”

I nodded and said, “Of course.”

Financial domination — and other forms of tribute — are part of our arrangement. I am a day trader, so when the market roars, so do our passions. I’m more than happy to spoil my lady. Her words clued me in that my credit cards would be getting a workout that day.

Mistress’s reflection smiled at me in the vanity’s mirror.

“I think if the day goes well, you’re going to get a special reward,” she told me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, ready to tumble into a dirty daydream. But Mistress shook me out of my reverie by clearing her throat and saying, “However, for now, I need you to go make yourself presentable.”

“Of course,” I said with a reverential nod.

“But before you go … How are we doing today?” Mistress asked, turning around and unceremoniously sliding her hand into the opening of my boxers. “Do you think we need to put on the cock cage?”

I gasped as my poor dick sprang to life. No matter how I mentally resist, the slightest touch from Mistress is still like pouring kerosene on a fire.

“I — yes — I think so,” I stammered.

Mistress sighed and said, “Well, that’s a shame — but at least your control is improving.” She removed her hand, leaving my stiffening member in lonely agony. “Go on and get the steel cage with the double lock.”

I went right for the special drawer where she keeps her implements of correction and punishment. My steel chastity device has two parts: a ring and a cage. The cage exposes just enough skin to let my member breathe — or receive torment from Mistress. The ring fits over the base of my cock and a lock connects it to the cage. Another lock opens the tip of the cage, in case Mistress wants to tease me or for the purpose of urination. That way, I am able to wear the device all day while we go about our business.

“Hurry up!” Mistress glanced over her shoulder and gave me a stern look. “You know I hate being late.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, dropping my boxers and quickly putting on my chastity device.

“And be sure you click both of those locks properly, Cedric. I won’t tolerate another accident.”

I nodded and gave myself a quick once over, and indeed my desperate cock was righteously trapped behind bars. I walked over to Mistress and handed her the keys.

“Very good. Now finish getting dressed, and then get the car.”

A half hour later, I pulled down the driveway and waited like a chauffeur to open the passenger door for her.

“Is everything to your liking?”

“It is.” Mistress smiled at me. “Very well done.”

Just as I felt the sweet swell of pride expanding in my chest, I also felt the dreaded rush of blood flowing to my imprisoned cock. I took a deep breath and tried to maintain my focus.

Mistress does not allow me to share the exact name of her favorite boutique, but it is a store where one finds many ready-to-wear designer pieces. She knows the owner well, and he is always so kind and accommodating to our special trips. He understands our unique arrangement.

Once we arrived, I parked, opened Mistress’s car door for her, then rushed ahead to hold open the boutique door. Mistress thanked me with a smile and a small caress to the top of my hand.

The shop owner greeted us warmly and showed us to an elegant suite in the back, where Mistress could try on anything that pleased her. It’s my job, of course, to give her my undivided attention and admiration — and it’s my privilege to help zip and unzip her couture.

After she settled on a couple of dresses, some strappy high-heeled sandals also caught her eye and she decided to try those on, too.

“Cedric, will you help me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied obediently. I removed the shoes from their box and packaging first. And then with great care, I removed Mistress’s pumps and set them to the side. Before I could do anything else though, she teased my crotch with her stocking-covered foot. It took a super-human effort to restrain my sudden arousal.

“I hope you are still behaving yourself,” Mistress said with a devilish smile.

“Yes, I’m doing my very best,” I replied.

“Good. Now, let’s finish trying on these shoes, and then I’ll decide on what you’re buying me today.”

I admired the new footwear and inhaled the scent of its expensive leather. I took great care to place Mistress’s feet inside each of the sandals before fastening the buckles and ensuring her comfort.

Mistress stood and paced around the suite. She was a vision of loveliness, and I had to hold my breath, as once again, my cock strained against the metal bars of its cage. My lady has the most exquisite, shapely legs; and when she walks, it’s impossible not to sense her power. It also helps that she has long, beautiful hair and green eyes that set off her elegant, oval-shaped face. Truly, I serve a queen.

As she stepped closer to me, I exhaled long and slow.

“What do you think, Cedric?” she asked, considering the shoes.

“Take them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

“Shall we see how the heels feel?” she whispered to me softly.

My eyes widened, and I quickly assumed my human table position: on all fours with my head bowed.

Mistress poked and prodded my butt and back with the spiked heel of one of the sandals before declaring, “These are going to be fun.”

I nodded vigorously, unable to talk because all my energy was suddenly focused on keeping my cock from getting any harder. But fortunately, my mistress always knows when to show me compassion.

She ceased her torment, removed the new shoes and slid her own pumps back on before saying: “I think it’s time for a reward. Stand up and bring me my purse.”

I immediately obeyed, but almost swooned as I watched Mistress unzip her bag to reveal our special strap-on was along for the ride.

“We’re all alone back here. As long as you can be discreet, we don’t have to wait until we get home.” Mistress smiled at me. “What do you say?”

“Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much.”

I knelt down and began kissing her feet.

Mistress laughed and said, “Come on. Stand up and get in the dressing room.”

As she closed the door securely behind us, and I heard the tiny keys to my chastity device jingling in her hand, my mind began to race.

“Stand up straight,” she said firmly, her tone jolting me back to reality.

Mistress unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants. She pulled down my boxers and took a long, clinical look at my tormented cock, which was — miraculously — only semi-hard.

“Seems you’re learning to control yourself. Much better than last time.”

She twisted the keys in each of the locks, taking her time of course. But once the cage came off, nothing stopped my cock from standing at full attention for my queen.

“You know what to do now,” Mistress said, pulling a small tube of lube from her purse.

“Some for me, and the rest for you,” I replied, taking the lube from her.

She looked on with approval while I smeared a dollop of the slick stuff along my shaft.

“OK, turn around,” she instructed.

Mistress gave my scrotum the most delicious tug from behind before I felt her smearing cold lube all around my asshole.

“Now no more touching your dick until I say so,” she added.

While my heart pounded with anticipation, Mistress donned our strap-on and generously lubed the shaft. Before meeting Mistress, I never felt safe enough to try pegging, but now a whole new dimension of pleasure is mine — with her permission, of course.

My anal ring braced, but I soon felt the sweet pressure of the invading toy breaching it — and just like that, she thrust all the way inside until the faux dick bottomed out deep inside me.

“Oh yes, very good, Cedric — you took it all at once this time. You may jerk off now while I ream your hole.”

My knees nearly buckled. With one hand, I steadied myself against the wall, and with the other, I gripped my pulsating shaft. While Mistress fucked my ass, I stroked my dick. I was careful to work in tandem with her, so my pleasure was copious, but still under her control. When she finally gave me permission to come, I tried to catch the cream in my palm. But I shot such a powerful load some of it landed on the dressing room mirror!

Naturally, Mistress made me clean up my mess immediately, and then put the chastity device right back on.

“Guess I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” she teased.

I took her hand and kissed it tenderly, then reassured her, “You can take me anywhere, anytime — as you like it.”