Good boy

The next few days had been pretty odd. After I submitted to Haileys suggestion of chastity, the power dynamic had turned over completely. Before, I enjoyed the fact that she liked to play hard while still giving the impression of slight submission. Now, I'd be lucky if she'd let me even go to the toilet without asking for permission. Sure it was enjoyable and innocent at first, but soon enough it became set in stone that she was the one wearing the pants in our relationship. Speaking of pants... she thoroughly enjoyed seeing my locked up cock dangling between my legs, which mean't that on a daily basis I was either just wearing underwear or nothing at all. Not only did she start to dictate what I wore, but she also decided to give me chores around the house. I was literally becoming her live in maid. After completing my tasks, she would pat me on my head and say "Good boy". It was slightly humiliating, but with time those words snaked their way into my head and started to make me feel really good. Every time I did something she liked, she patted my head and said "Good boy", but every time I did something she didn't like, she tapped me hard on the nose and said "Bad boy". Those signals really began to take hold of my actions, and almost shape my behavior around Hailey. Of course I wanted to please her, so I did everything I could to do so.

But how could I let her do all this? Well... she literally had me by my balls. She had the key to my chastity cage, which she rarely opened. I started to associate the key with freedom, and who held the key? Hailey did. So naturally I started to associate her with freedom, release and pleasure. But it turned out that I didn't really have to be released to experience pleasure. She had already snaked her influence deep enough into my mind that I started to think of her pleasure as my own. As she sat on the sofa and enjoyed watching her series, I was between her toned legs and dutifully lapping at her delicious pussy. After each orgasm I brought her to, she simply patted my head and said "Good boy" after which I smiled and continued.

That wasn't all we did though. We had our lives outside the apartment, money had to be earned of course. I was still unemployed, but I walked dogs and cut hedges in richer neighborhoods for some easy cash. With Haileys job at the café and my tasks, we managed to earn enough to pay for the apartment. Even though I talked about getting a real job, she kept telling me to wait for some reason. This was certainly not my plan for the future but it wasn't all that bad. Sure it was weird to have my actions supervised most of the day, and only getting sexual satisfaction out of pleasuring Hailey, but it made things alot easier. I was starting to see the appeal of being a stay at home boyfriend or a simple caretaker. It felt disturbing to think of myself that way, but in a way... it was sort of exciting. Being given commands, taking orders, 'serving' Hailey and making her happy most of all was in some sort of way erotic. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but I was certain that it had to do with not being in control. After all, it was how I had lived my whole life.

Even though I did everything she told me, we still hadn't had sex yet. The closest I had gotten was when her panty clad pussy rubbed against my caged cock as she crawled over me to sit on my face. I was half expecting to lose my virginity there, but it ended with her riding my face until she had cum twice in a row. I did like licking her pussy though, I couldn't deny that. It had gotten so frequent that the mere scent of it made my cock twitch and my mouth water. Even my dreams were invaded by the thought of her mounting my face and riding until it was all I could think about... or did that really happen? I couldn't be sure. My head hadn't been very clear after I started taking those pills Hailey gave me. She said they were going to help me with my vitamins and other 'healthy' stuff as she put it. I couldn't tell any difference, except that I was having strange dreams. I thought that it might just be some side effects, so I shrugged it off. They were very weird though. Some of them were just filled with the voice of Hailey saying "good boy" or phrases like "good dog". One dream even depicted me on all fours and crawling around like a dog, which I found funny and... sort of erotic.