I do not own the image. Borrowed from PrefectD

Teddy’s legs were wanting to cramp up but he kept prancing anyway.

“Come on now, you can do better than that, Little Teddy.” Miss T teased him as she reached out with the rubber swatter again and peppered his bare thighs back and forth once more very fast and very hard.

“Yes, Miss T.” He whimpered and felt fresh tears fall down his cheeks.  The rapid staccato of the rubber mat against his flesh driving him onward.

Why had he ever told her about his mamma using the old fly swatter to give him whipping?  Miss T had laughed so hard about it and immediately made some phone calls.  She had a specially made and ordered version to her door in less than two days.

Thus began Teddy’s Morning Cardio.  It’s what Miss T called it with a smirk…always with that smirk.  It was the one that made him very aware she was his Domme, his Goddess, and he was a squirming worm before her.

Every morning, after he’s served her breakfast in bed and before she left for work, she called him to the front window of her large living room.  Teddy knew he was on full display and he also knew some of the neighbors looked forward to his show.  They’d told him so!

She was working her way up to his ass again: her favorite target.  Teddy knew his sobs were soon to be heard.  He also knew…deep down, that Miss T knew he loved having his ass truly whipped by her…a dominant, sexy, beautiful, goddess with no mercy.  He groaned.

Thinking about it was making his little peter grow inside its locked cage and it hurt!  She knew what his groans meant.  She knew all his sounds and how to make him sing any one of them…anywhere.  She had no qualms about torturing him in public.

“Stick out for Mommy.” She cooed to him.

He whimpered.  He had to answer.  “Yes, Mommy.  Thank you…M-m-mommy!”

She unleashed her speed and accuracy now as she blistered his buttocks back and forth.  The thing about the rubber swatter and had been true about his momma’s fly swatter?  Hurt like Hell’s own lava poured over all his abused skin but didn’t ever truly leave any lasting damage.  Momma had loved that it as it meant he could be whipped four or five times a day!  Teddy had learned his submissiveness very early.

“Good boy.” Miss T cooed again as Teddy began to sob and then bawl like a little boy for her.  He always ended up this way so it was no surprise to him but he still felt the degrading shame as he could see himself as a grown-ass man getting his ass whipped by a woman half his age.  

“You may stop now, Little Teddy.” She told him.

He collapsed to his knees and let more sobs roll out as the stinging would be slow to go away.  Teddy knew his ass was in the air but what did it matter?  He had no rights to modest or dignity.  The neon pink metal collar around his neck left no doubt about that to anyone who saw him…naked or clothed.

Vaguely aware his goddess was putting away the swatter, he heard the sound of her approaching.  Had he been a good enough boy?  He had to wait to find out. Her hand reached down to pat his still throbbing bottom.  “Very good today for me, Teddy.  No plug today.”  

He sighed softly so as not to be heard.  If he hadn’t been good enough then it would have been the very large plug that was meant to remind him for at least four more hours to try harder the next day.  It was an effective incentive!

“Turn and kiss Mommy goodbye.” She told him.

Teddy quickly pivoted on his knees.  He began to lavishly kiss the toes of her stiletto heels.  She was so pretty.  All of her was so perfect.  He loved his goddess.

“You remember you’ve shopping to do today, right?” She told him.

He paused to answer.  “Yes, Mommy.  I do.”  

Nodding was not allowed.  If he forgot then he spent an hour with his tongue clamped between an actual chip clip and he didn’t want that to ever happen again!

Oh, she’d be at work but he’d obey whether she was here or not.  He had to do so.  Disobedience was…too terrible to think of what could happen.  She was brilliantly deviant in how she could humiliate him, punish him, strip his soul down to a quivering puddle of submissive boytoy flesh.  

He didn’t disobey.

“Good boy. You may look up before I go.” She told him.

Teddy almost quivered with excitement.  He was being allowed to enjoy her beauty.  He raised his head and took in her long, shapely, bare legs.  Goddess always wore short skirts to show them off.  Teddy also knew there was nothing on under the skirt.

Her hand slowly reached down and she lifted the hem to allow him to see her closely shaved pussy!  He groaned as his little peter reacted.  Her smirk was on display as she heard him.  She decided to make it worse for him.  She let go of the skirt and bent at the waist.  

“Look at it.” She commanded him.

He obeyed and his eyes went to the shiny gold key on a gold chain around her neck.  It was the key to his cock cage.  She wore it proudly and openly.  It hung perfectly right just above the valley of her always visible cleavage.  If anyone ever asked what it was, she told them very clearly what it was for.  

Teddy knew this because it had happened many times while he’d been with her in public places like the mall or restaurants or anywhere.  The looks he got from the people who asked made him cower and bow his head.  The giggles of the women or young women.  The outright laughter and mocking of men.  

And if any of the women asked to see the cage?  Yes, of course!  No matter where it was.  He had to show them and hear their laughter grow louder.  Miss T even allowed them to take pictures on their phones for social media.  She would show him later where a photo of his little peter in its cage was trending on X or IG or FetLife.  

“How long, Teddy?” She asked him now.

It wasn’t difficult to remember.  “Three more days, Goddess.” He told her.

“That’s right…only if you keeping being my good, little Teddy Bear, right?” She cooed and shook her breasts in front of him as they hung low.  

He groaned very loud now but answered.  “Of course, Miss T.  I’ll be good.”

If he was good enough then in three days she’d unlock him and do a fast handjob on him.  It would only be for ninety seconds.  She’d start a timer.  Sometimes, he came…sometimes he didn’t.  

Come or not, the cage went back on for another two weeks at least.  Teddy had had a good track record of reaching orgasm in time recently.  It was because of what he’d learned to picture in his mind.  It was his little dirty secret.

She stood and pet his hair a little.  “Be a good boy at the store and I might let you have a treat afterwards.”

He shivered at her promise.  “Yes, Miss T.  I’ll be good.”

“Barbara will be there today.  She’ll be expecting you.” Miss T giggled a little as she told him this.

Teddy’s heart skipped a beat.  Goddess knew the name Barbara struck terror into him.  She was closer to Teddy’s age and…loved being cruel to him.  Miss T had given her full-rights to Teddy on shopping days.  It meant Barbara was his Domme as much as Miss T.  Mistress B, she would have him call her.

“Yes, Goddess.  I will be good for Mistress B.” He whimpered softly.

“Oh, I know you will.  She’ll make sure of it.” Miss T giggled again.  “Ah, I need to go.  My personal assistant will be waiting for me.”

Teddy’s gut did a little flip.  Her personal assistant was a stud of a young man.  His main job was to do whatever Miss T needed sexually.  She would often send Teddy videos of him fucking her on her desk or over it.  Watching him do what Teddy would never be allowed to do.   He was just one of three or four lovers Miss T used for her pleasure.

“I hope you find him pleasing, my goddess.” He whispered as his balls constricted even more than normal.  He’d begged her to have them removed but she’d laughed and told him she liked the little grapes jiggling around as she watched him each morning.

What good were they?  Teddy knew he’d miss the occasional climax he got to have but the burning and longing would be so much less.  It was the real reason Miss T wanted him to keep them.  It made him more miserable.

“Go get ready then.  Be sure you’re clean and clear.  It’s part of the reason I didn’t plug you today.” Miss T said in a sing-song voice.  

Oh dear God, Teddy groaned inside his head.  Dare he ask?  As he stood up, he dared.

“Does Mistress B have the spare key yet, Goddess?” He whispered.

“You’ll have to ask her.  It was on her to go pick it up.  You better pray she does or…” Miss T giggled once more.

“Or…I’ll make a mess and no longer be a good boy.” He moaned softly. A submissive’s life was full of dreaded Catch-22s.

“That’s right.  I’ll be checking with her afterwards.”   She told him.

He turned the literal other cheek.

SMACK!!  

He yipped and felt her hot handprint burned into his already sensitive bottom.  “Thank you, Miss T.” He warbled and reached to rub the spot.

“Go on now.” She told him.

He ran from the living room as she laughed and began to get her things to leave.

Teddy didn’t stop running until he was up the stairs and in the bathroom.  It wasn’t her bathroom.  He wasn’t allowed in there without her or her permission.  It smelled very good in there and it was just as well he wasn’t allowed.  Just the scent of her would make him start groaning with pain once more.  

Damn.  Damn, his wandering mind because he began to groan anyway as little peter began to try to expand once more.  Sometimes,  sometimes even when he was free of the cage?  Becoming aroused made him groan and hurt because of his training.  

Going shopping didn’t bode well for him for so many reasons.  He tried to not think about it as he washed and lotioned.  The lotion did feel rather nice on his still stinging skin.  Poor Teddy thought about how the lotion always made him think of growing up.

He’d been the only boy in a house of four women.  His mother and his three older sisters were his first goddesses.  He’d learned at a very early age where he fit in the scheme of things which was on his knees, over their knees, or bent over something.  He’d been trained to take care of the whole house and all the chores.  His bottom was never fully healed from either a spanking, a paddling, or a whipping.

Leaving such thoughts behind him, he dressed in his usual outfit.  There was the thong that was always a little too small.  Miss T liked him to feel the constriction even on top of his cage.   The small band that went between his butt cheeks was a constant reminder of his plug there or the absence of one even.

Loose slacks with an elastic waistband were next to put on because Miss T and Mistress B and…whomever else would have easier access to his ass or his cage.  Men wore belts.  Subby boytoys didn’t get to wear belts.  His tight t-shirt was last.  Well, his clutch purse that held his ID and the one credit card he was to use in shopping.  It had a strap to go over his shoulder and was how he was commanded to wear it.

Between his neon pink collar and the very pink purse, he was easily seen by anyone as something other than a man.  He would say he wore it proudly but he would be lying.  He hated going out into public.  Pulling the car from the garage, he squirmed in the seat as he silently prayed to get to the store without incident.

…to be continued…