Making Michael Submit

By K.C. Cave

In this sequel to Making Michael Obey, marital bliss had ended for newlyweds Junie and Michael only six months into their marriage—his interest in lovemaking had waned. Junie discovered her husband is more interested in pleasuring himself than making love to her. Her healthy libido wouldn’t stand for second place, and she delivered an ultimatum. Michael, seeing the error of his ways, submitted—and he agreed to wear a locked acrylic device 24/7. Junie has taken complete control of their love life—and discovers she needs more than what Michael can deliver, even after she unlocks the cage.

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“You’re utterly submissive to me now,” Junie said to me. “It’s miraculous. I can really see the changes that chastity has brought. Six months ago, you were this phony image of a man, a successful guy with a beautiful wife. But secretly you were pleasuring yourself in a dark corner, and your woman only served as your receptacle when you were in the mood for real sex.

“Now, you’re mine. You’re absolutely nothing, but you’re all mine. You don’t make love, you don’t touch yourself. You cook, you clean, you fawn over me, you jump two inches off the floor if I look at you cross-eyed.

“You’ve gotten more sensitive, too,” she added. “You’re gentler, more attentive to me. Your lovemaking is absolutely divine. It’s like you consume me with your mouth.”

“Princess,” I added eagerly, “my senses are so much sharper.”

“See? Isn’t that wonderful? That’s what chastity has done for us. That’s why I’m going to keep you chaste. Right, Michael?”

“Yes, Princess. Absolutely. I’m so much happier. It’s just that today...”

“Never mind that. Something else you need to know. Your look of need and desperation enthralls me. I want more. I want more of looking down and seeing you kneeling between my legs, your entire being concentrated on only pleasing me."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Mar 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310208621

K.C. Cave

K.C. Cave writes about sex and love . . . but mostly sex. Go to http://www.kccaveerotica.com to learn more and get free stuff.

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Making Michael Submit

By K.C. Cave

Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave

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My Princess had a task for me. Ordering me into her bathroom—only six months ago, our bathroom—she gave me the key to my cage.

Shave, Junie ordered, handing me a fresh razor after I had released my dick from the acrylic male chastity device. "Not everything. Leave a triangle above. Shave your shaft and your scrotum smooth. And behind, all the way back to your asshole. I’ll leave the door open, so don’t even think about beating off."

Twenty minutes later, I presented myself for inspection.

She put a finger on the tip and slowly traced the outline of the glans and down my shaft. My half-hard, neglected organ sprang to full attention. It was the first time she had touched me in months.

Still works, huh? she said, flicking my tiny hard-on. Nice job. Very smooth. Turn around and bend over.

I complied. She spread my ass cheeks and inspected between my asshole and my balls. Not bad.

She slapped my ass to signal she was finished, and I turned around to face her. At six-two, a hundred and ninety pounds, I towered over Junie. But there was no question who was in charge.

Really, Michael, your package is so small, she said, finger to chin, concern in her voice. Memory plays tricks, I know. But thinking back to my other lovers, they just seemed bigger. Let’s measure.

My cock, freed from the cage, was straining. Using a cloth measuring tape from her sewing kit, Junie measured the shaft from my pubic bone to the tip.

Just under five inches, and you’re rock hard. Let’s check the diameter. Uh-huh, four inches and change. Now spread your legs, and I’ll measure your balls.

Using her fingertips, Junie reached for my scrotum and separated the glands. "In your case, this really is