Author's Note: A woman and her boyfriend playfully jockey for dominance.


Lacey

She woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. The sunlight beamed through the window to her right as its rays warmed her skin. She had left the window open to enjoy the warm night air and the smell of it as it wafted into her room. Now, during the day, the lukewarm breeze brought with it the light smell of the summer morning. She thought about what she might want to have for breakfast, and was excited about the dance rehearsal she had scheduled for today.

At 25, Lacey stood about 5'6". As a trained ballet dancer, she was very well proportioned in all the most enticing places exclusive to the female form. Her breasts were full and supple, a plump and shapely size C, which were lightly held in by the royal blue silk tank top she wore. It descended to just under her well proportioned rear before tapering off to reveal her sexy dancer's legs. She smiled at the fact that she could still go braless.

Lacey slid her smooth, shapely legs over the left side of the bed and let her beautiful bare feet, adorned with cherry moon toenail polish, lightly pad the dark stained floor. After getting out of bed, Lacey stretched again, and lifted her head to the sky and purred with a slight, sexy smirk on her pretty face, as she untied her auburn hair and let it cascade down her shoulders. Wearing next to nothing, She felt a little chilly in the room, and wondered if she should turn up the heat.

After hearing the hard leather in which he was confined creak with his stifled movements, She glanced down at him. He was still sleeping, or pretending to be sleep. It didn't matter. She had him tied up tight in an extremely constricting leather and reinforced straightjacket, and locked into the six by six foot steel doggy cage, so he couldn't doing anything anyway.


Hank

He woke up supremely aroused to the sound of her purrs of satisfaction above his head. Hank wriggled uncomfortably in his stifling black cocoon, blinking away the glare of the sunlight as he struggled to make out the well proportioned female form as it stretched in front of the bed. He could only watch, hard and bucking silently against the cursed straightjacket, as she stood on her toes and stretched her shapely dancer's body. How he wished he could stretch. Well...how he wished he could make ravenous love to her...but seeing as that was surely out of reach, he would settle for just being able to stretch.

Beads of sweat coursed down the sides of his face as he squirmed and twisted in his tight, constricting little prison. It was warm inside her room, which made it extremely hot inside the leather straightjacket in which he was tightly confined. He moaned to himself as he watched her beautiful female frame, and got a little hopeful as she turned to walk in his direction on her way to the bathroom. Her cute bare feet lightly padded the hardwood floor as she walked.

He pretended to be asleep until she walked near to his cage. When she was close, he strained his compacted body against the frame of the claustrophobic doggy cage. He was completely packed inside it. It left no room to move or to wiggle. His metal leg restraints clanked with his restricted struggles as he wriggled and squirmed to press his face up against the wall of the thing to catch her attention as she strolled by. She walked at an easy gait towards his cell on the way to the washroom. The best he could do was become eye level with her midriff as she glanced at him and stopped, turning to face him.


Lacey

She stopped and turned to face him, looking down at him through the bars. Her long bare legs stood a comfortable distance apart. Someone standing behind her would only see his sweaty face, contorting as he struggled to free himself, through the upside down "V" shape in the space between her legs. Lacey just stood grinning at her prisoner for about thirty seconds. She had captured him the night before.

They had been on the rocks for about six months. She had gotten particularly upset with him when they had argued about getting married. She was ready to tie the not, but he just wasn't. There had been little snippets here and there up to that point, but it all came to a head when Lacey sat him down at the kitchen table and outright asked him his thoughts on the issue, and it escalated into a very loud "discussion".

Needless to say he had been sex starved since the argument. This made him very agreeable when Lacey decided to teach him a lesson for his hesitation. It was on October 15, a few days before their mutual friend Audrey's annual Halloween party, that Lacey announced that they would be going as a sexy nurse and her restrained mental patient.

Lacey had brought a sexy silk nurse's outfit for herself. Were it not for it's brilliant white coloring and lack of frilly edges, it would have closely resembled a piece of white lingerie. It was sleeveless and hugged every portion of her delicious curvacious frame. A small nurse's cap with a red cross pinned to her head. She would tie her hair back in a pony tail and finish the outfit with white stiletto pumps, and lenseless, wire framed glasses.

She was supposed to order him a "costume" but that was never her plan. She had decided he needed to be punished and taught to appreciate what he had in her. For him, she had bought a black wool turtleneck, rugged blue jeans, and a padded orange jumpsuit like the ones worn by garage and factory workers during the colder months. The jumpsuit, called a carhartt, was to be worn over the clothing. She also added to his outfit heavy workbooks and oversized leg cuffs which locked around the laces to fit securely over his ankles in the boots. Last but not least, She had ordered a thick, heavy leather straightjacket, reinforced in all its stitchings and secured with front loops and side loops, instead of the mental patient costume that was advertised on the website with the nurse's outfit. It could easily hold a man twice his size. She had decided that that was how he would attend the Halloween party.

When he saw his attire for the evening, he started to protest, but noticed Lacey's raised left eyebrow as she languidly leaned against the bedroom doorframe, and lightly shook her head from side to side. She had allowed him some leeway with the argument about marriage, it was a big step after all, but this was not up for discussion. He was wearing it, all of it, and that was that.


Hank

Hank just stared up at his lady through the cage while she stared back down at him. She appeared to be very satisfied and sure of herself. That was actually what Hank had intended. He had allowed her to think she had captured him the night before. He had set his plan into motion a few months previous when she had the nerve to confront him about asking for her hand in marriage. Instead of responding that he would ask when he was ready and she had no business trying to force him to do so, Hank saw this as his opportunity to stroke her ego a bit by allowing her to believe that she was the one calling the shots. Hank simply said, "I'm not ready." This statement and the ensuing argument was all the catalyst he needed to set it all into motion.

She had made it explicitly clear that although she wasn't going to break up with Hank over their argument, it was disappointing to find out she was good enough to screw but not to marry, so they would be having sex only when she wanted to. He knew this little dry spell was intended to improve his pliability.

Hank grew up very close to his Aunt Danielle who reared him well. A professional Madam from New Jersey, Aunt Danielle relayed to Hank when her nephew was a young boy the simple truth about how she managed to keep her many charges in line without ever putting her hands on any of them.

"Hank, everyone has God given tools that we use to get what we want in life, whether it is to gain it directly ourselves, or by cajoling someone else into behaving in the manner we desire. A woman has a lot of tools at her disposal to use towards this end, but the one that is used most is her control of sex in a relationship. This tool, while very formidable, is used on average exceedingly more than any of her others, and this makes her very predictable. You can't change it either, Hank. It's nature. In any healthy relationship, intimacy is one of the things controlled by the woman. That's why you have to set the stage first, before she sets it for you. If you do so, you'll be ensuring that the woman controls the sex, but doesn't control you, even though she'll be thinking she is controlling both."

Knowing this, Hank had been willing to forego sex for a while in order to formulate the idea in his lady's head that she was convincing him that she was the one in charge. Hank knew that once that belief was established in her mind, and she believed that she was allowing him sex, the sex would flow like wine.

Then she announced the halloween party and the getup she would put him into. She had given Hank no idea what the "costume" would look like before he saw it, but he knew his lady and was sure it would be more than a cheap costume straitjacket made just for show. He would be completely confined inside it. Hank had agreed to dress up and attend the party in the hopes of being able to enjoy her womanly treats again, at least that was what he allowed her to believe. When Hank saw his attire for the evening, he feigned reluctance as he agreed to her whims and put on the turtle neck and jeans, then the jumpsuit over them. Next it was time to don the straightjacket. She held the effective behavioral correction tool open for her assumed prisoner of the mind and soon to be body to insert his arms into. He was already sweating as he slid his arms into the sleeves of the heavy black contraption and was abruptly and securely and snugly cinched into its folds by his luscious better half. After strapping him in tightly, she turned him around to face her. He grew hard as he observed that look of defiance on her pretty face. She thinks she has me, Hank mused to himself as she bent down and clamped the leg shackles tightly around his ankles over the boots.


Lacey

After he was securely fastened in, Lacey ordered him to sit down on the bed as she stripped, and pranced around in her bra and panties for about half an hour before showering to get ready. She made sure to come close to him frequently as she bustled to and fro while he sat restrained on the bed, quietly watching a game. She kept rubbing her cool, soft, supple skin against his hard, leather wrapped body, and feeling the heat from his confined flesh underneath.

Lacey grew wet as she thought about this power she had over him. This was a power only a woman could wield, and it was far more effective than any handcuff or straightjacket or any other restraint. He leered at her with a desire she hadn't seen in a long time as she exited the shower and inspected herself in the mirror.

"I...I'm sorry...you know?" He finally managed to utter. He probably figured this was all she wanted to hear, but Lacey just looked at him through the mirror as she slid the soft, silky, shimmering white nurse's outfit over her thin, shapely frame, foregoing the cap, glasses, and shoes until it was time to leave. He squirmed and shifted a bit on the bed, wincing as the tight leg shackles clanked against each other.

"So, now you control me." He stood up and shuffled over to her, then pressed his wrapped figure against her, backing her up against the wall beside the dresser. Lacey could feel the heat sealed inside his sheathed body. "What would you have me do, Your Highness?"

Lacey smiled lightly into his face and adorned his constrained shoulders with her own sexy, unrestrained arms. The beautiful one ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, softly and sensuously. Lacey then peered into her severely trussed up man's eyes and spoke to him softly.

"You really don't get it, do you?" She asked him.

"Well, no, that's why I'm in this thing, right?"

She stared into his eyes for a few seconds longer. Her face was inches away from his. Her lips were inches away from his. Then she finally spoke,

"You aren't wearing these things because I want to control you. You are wearing them because I already control you, and the fact that you're wearing them is proof of that. I don't need these things to do it. They are not the means to an end. They are just proof of the end. Do you understand? Lacey watched him think for a moment about her comments.

He was 6'3", and 190 pounds. Lacey wondered if there were anyone else in the world who could get him into the constricting outfit he now wore. She decided that "no". Of course there wasn't. No one but his Lacey.

Granted he was a man, which was why they had lasted so long. She liked the fact that he didn't let her walk on him like some drooling, hungry lapdog. She encouraged and celebrated his masculinity, oftentimes announcing how valuable and needed it was in their relationship. He was definitely the protector, and the provider, and he filled this role well, but there only needed to be one woman in the relationship, and Lacey held that position firmly. She allowed him to make the final decision on most issues outside of the home, but she hadn't given him a choice about whether to wear the restraints or not. And she knew he really didn't want to wear them at all, especially not to a party full of people, but he did, because his Lacey said so. He also knew that if the situation were reversed exactly, no matter how upset he was about any issue, Lacey would never allow him to restrain her in such a way. Lacey smiled a bit. She would never allow him. Even in her own mind, with the situation reversed, Lacey was calling the shots.


Hank

Hank thought for a moment about her comments. At 6'3", and 190 pounds, was there anyone else...anyone else in the world who could get him into the getup he now wore? No. Of course there wasn't. No one but his lady.

It was granted that he was a man, which was why they had lasted so long. Hank didn't let her walk on him at all. He was her man after all, not some drooling, hungry lapdog. She encouraged and celebrated his masculinity, oftentimes announcing how valuable and needed it was in their relationship. Hank was definitely the protector, and co provider. He filled this role well, and since there was only room for one woman in the relationship, Lacey held that position firmly. They agreed that Hank would make the final decision on most issues outside of the home, but he knew that the intimacy was her domain. Even though it suited his purpose, he didn't feel like she had intended to give him a choice about whether to wear the restraints or not. And he really didn't want to wear them at all, especially not to a party full of people, but he did, because it suit his purpose. He knew if the situation were reversed, no matter how upset he was about any issue, she would never allow him to restrain her in such a way. Hank lingered on that last part. She would never allow him. Could it be that even in his own mind, with the situation reversed, she was calling the shots?

Hank shrugged in his tight restraints, lightly lifting her arms with his stubbed movements, he lightly pecked her right forearm as it rested on his wrapped left shoulder. "You're right. You're right. I Love You, and you take great care of me. You give me the space I need to be a good man. Hank awkwardly lowered himself down to the floor before her. "Will you marry me?"


Lacey

Lacey just stood there, smiling down at her wrapped beau. The leg irons prevented him from getting up on one knee, so he was on both knees before her. Hank was so close to her in his kneeled position that his knees butted up against her toes. She tussled his hair again, and smiled wide. So did Hank.

Then she reached up under her nurse's outfit--it only descended to perhaps midway down her thigh--and pulled down her white lace panties. She touched his chin to lift his face up and look at her. He was still expecting an answer. She simply pressed his face into her sex.


Hank

Hank went to work, licking her vagina in its outer edges before darting his tongue into her luscious folds. She moaned with pleasure as she grabbed Hank's head with her right hand and draped her left leg over his right shoulder, pressing his head deeper into her sex as he flicked his tongue throughout her cavern and inner thigh. She shuddered and exploded with a geiser of pleasure as she gyrated against his tongue in her bliss. She leaned down over him, spent and exhausted, and kissed the top of his head before pushing him lightly to the right and collapsing to the left onto the bed.

Hank, who was now a large, frustrated, leather wrapped flask of unreleased cum, shuffled over to the bed and slumped beside her. She draped her body over her leather ensconced charge and purred with satisfaction before the two took a pleasurable 20 minute nap.


Lacey

When they awoke, Lacey produced one more surprise. She wrapped a 1" chain around his already securely restrained form, cinched it tight, and locked it with a tempered steel padlock. Lacey knew Hank was somewhat of a ladies' man and she didn't want any infatuated partygoers releasing him from his restraints. After checking one final time to make sure her prisoner was securely restrained, Lacey led him out to the car and the two headed to the party. Lacey drove, of course.


Lacy and Hank

It was a pleasurable evening for them both. They won the prize for best costume. Second place went to a woman dressed as Black Widow from the avengers. She wore a black leather bikini, gloves, and boots, with a cape. Her guy made for a very good imitation of Iron Man. His outfit was constructed of foam latex.

Lacey and Hank danced with each other, as well as other guests. Lacey playfully glared at Hank as he was asked to dance by a woman wearing a red bikini dressed as Pamela Anderson from Baywatch. As soon as Hank sat down, he was again asked to dance by a woman wearing a coconut bikini top and a grass hula skirt, and thereafter requested rather frequently by a number of other partygoers. Everyone seemed to enjoy watching Hank's ability to somehow perform halfway decent dancing moves while supremely restrained the way he was. Lacey was sure it was the authenticity of Hank's costume that had put them over the top. She realized then that she had nothing to worry about. No one would have let him out of the restraints if he had asked them to. It was just too good a costume to ruin.


Hank

Hank and his lady were one of the last guests to leave the party. Hank had hoped he would be released after they had won first prize. When he found himself still securely confined as they thanked their hosts and left, Hank was sure she would free him for the drive home, but she didn't. As they drove, he fidgeted and sighed to signify his wish to be released. His arms were starting to cramp up and the leg restraints felt like they were tighter.


Lacey

As they entered their home, Lacey started to undress as she entered the kitchen and grabbed some sliced apples for him and herself. She gestured for him to follow as she ascended the stairs in nothing but her two piece lingerie. As they entered the room, Lacey stopped and turned around to face him, "These are your pajamas tonight.", she casually commented as she inserted a piece of apple into her mouth.

He didn't like it. "What? Why?"

"Because you deserve to be punished, and now your punishment begins."

"But I just spent the entire evening wrapped up like this."

"That was for the party, when you thought you would eventually be freed. Now you don't know when or if I will free you. This is the moment your punishment begins. Sorry, Babe. There's the door if you don't like it. Good luck getting it open."

With that, Lacey turned around and climbed onto the bed, and held the sheet open for him. He just stood there, tight and confined in his snug uncomfort, with a scowl on his face. Seeing that he wasn't going to shuffle over, Lacey let the sheet drop, turned around so that he faced her sexy bare back, and drifted off to sleep, wet as she thought about his predicament.


Hank

Hank looked at her sexy bare back as he unconsciously squirmed and wriggled in his tight, immobilized state. After a few frustrating moments, it sunk in that he wasn't getting any relief or being released tonight. Had his plan failed? Had he allowed himself to be confined for nothing? When would the sex romp begin? So far he had pleasured her twice, and he was still filled to the brim with unreleased cum. Hank slowly and awkwardly climbed into bed beside his love. She immediately turned over, obviously having been awake the whole time, and draped the sheet over him. Hank groaned as the sheet descended over his wrapped frame. She then intertwined her arms with his tightly packed, imprisoned appendages, scooted up against his securely packaged form, pecked Hank on his forehead, and comfortably fell asleep. Hank gazed at her, wriggled futilely one last time just to see if there was any way he could get free, and fell asleep soon after.


Lacey

At 3am, Lacey got up, walked to the kitchen, and poured herself a cup of ice water. Upon her return to their bedroom, Lacey removed her bra top, and let her shapely breasts fall out into the open. Her nipples perked up nicely in the air. She straddled her soundly sleeping mummy and flicked ice water on his face.


Hank

Hank woke up to water being flicked on his face. He tried to wipe it off, but grimaced to find that he remained securely confined in the straightjacket. She was straddling him, she had removed her lingerie top to reveal her bare perky breasts. She leaned over and pressed her supple size C's into Hank's face, which he ravenously devoured, sucked, and caressed with his tongue.


Lacey

Lacey could feel his extremely hard member through the thin material of her lingerie bottom as it poked the underside of her buttocks as he fed on her breasts. Lacey then lifted her left leg so that her foot rested beside his head and peeled her thong lingerie bottom off of her body, scooted up above him, grabbed the headboard, and rubbed her sex across his face. He responded by sucking her pleasure button and sending his tongue deep into the nether regions of her vagina, intensifying his frequency with each lick. Lacey lightly slid into a smooth, yet immensely powerful orgasm, languidly moving her body forward and back as she groaned with exquisite pleasure, intensified by the feeling of the tight leather in which her pleasure gimp was imprisoned as it rubbed against her cool skin.

After several seconds of ecstasy, Lacey collapsed over her slave. Spent and relaxed, she looked down at him, who looked pitiful and deprived. "What other way could he look?" Lacey thought to herself. She was two for his zero. And he now knew it wasn't just because he was wrapped up like a tomale. It was because she was free and he wasn't. It was as simple as that, and it was universal to most male/female relationships. If any man was lucky enough to have a woman, he was only free to do what his woman allowed him to do. The only difference was that some of them realized this truth, and some of them didn't.

Lacey reached around to feel his hard, pulsing knob as it rubbed against her supple rear. She then lowered herself down onto his member and extended her left hand onto the headboard to steady herself. After rhythmically riding his throbbing member to a third sweet release, she felt his warm liquid gushing up into her body as he was finally allowed to have a release of his own for the first time in months. Lacey watched his face contort as he bucked and strained against his cocoon until he collapsed, spent and breathing heavily. Lacey smiled down at her captive. "I have one more surprise for you, Babe." She sweetly announced. "Then this will all be over."


Hank

Jackpot! Hank was pleased to see that all of his sacrifice had paid off and things had gone exactly how he predicted and hoped that they would. Now that she had it in her head, Hank expected that he would be having more sex than even he could handle. Then this will all be over. Hank was happy to hear those words. This night had gone on long enough. He laid bound and immobilized, but felt proud and strong, like the conquering hero. He was proud of his status as the male. He was proud that he could control his lady even if he was bound and trussed up like a hot tomale. He was only bound like this because he allowed it. Hank laid motionless(haha) as Lacey retreated to the closet. He was sure it was a leather hood, if the night was to progress as it had been. Would he allow it? Why yes, oh yes, he welcomed it. He craved it, and all it took to make her crave it as well was for her to think that she was forcing him to wear it. There is no better slave than the one who thinks they are in charge.


Lacey

Lacey opened the closet door, and dragged out a large 6x6 dog cage, sliding it across the room so that it rested in front of the bureau. Lacey then stood up and looked at Hank, who was wriggling and squirming vigorously at this point.

"Get in, Babe." Lacey simply ordered.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I'm punishing you." Lacey announced with a sweet, pleasant smile. "That's why. Now get in."

Hank

Hank hadn't really seen this coming. He squirmed earnestly and felt a little nervous for the first time since this all began. She wasn't going to free him, and he couldn't get free on his own. Hank eyed the small, cramped cage with dread. As he reluctantly entered his new home. He now knew it was the last time he would freely do anything with her. Whatever he did from this point on, watch sports, pay bills, belch without saying, 'excuse me" he would be doing because she allowed it. And only because she allowed it. These thoughts rolled over Hank's mind with each inch of his body which he pressed into the claustrophobic cage. Finally, his tightly cuffed left foot was all that remained as he looked back up at his lady one last time as a free man. She smiled down at him and lightly pushed his chained and booted appendage into the cage with her own finely manicured, bare left foot. Lacey then knelt down, closed the door to the cage, and locked it with a tempered steel padlock. When Hank had awoken that next morning, he had decided that he wanted her to be his forever.


Lacey

After observing him in the cage, Lacey stretched over the top of his confinement to the dresser behind him, and scribbled something onto a yellow sticky before dressing in a black one piece, sleeveless leotard. As the beautiful Lacey walked past her captive's cage once more, she stopped and turned to face him. As she stood in front of the cage looking at her captive in his imposed confinement, she asked Hank a simple question. "Did you want this, Babe?" Hank slowly shook his head up and down. He wanted it completely.

Lacey smiled and unfurled the piece of paper, letting it rest open on the top of the cage so Hank could read it. The beauty smiled as she comfortably and confidently strolled past her captive man, and left their home to start her day.

In the cage, Hank read what was written on the paper. Two simple words, which made him sure he had done the right thing. The words were, "You win".