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He groaned, silently he’d thought.

“Hurting?” Her soft whisper tickled his ear.

Tim didn’t open his eyes because he didn’t want to see her slight smirk.  He knew it was there without looking.  He’d worn the same one after asking the same question thousands of times. Nodding, he rubbed the bridge of his nose to try and alleviate some of the headache.

It was a hangover but not from drinking.  No, this was an endorphin hangover which he thought were more wicked than alcohol-induced ones.  It was the result of a very wild night of sex.  Joni had kept him up until 4:30 am with her wily ways.  

Tim couldn’t complain since it meant he’d come five times in less than six hours.  Her and that damned ice cube trick!  Each climax was no small matter either as she worked him up to each one.  It was all planned so he’d be in the state he was now enjoying.

“Remember to drink your water, Boy.” She told him.

He nodded and reached for the water bottle beside him on the Trax train hurling into downtown. Taking slow sips, he opened his eyes to see her smiling gently at him without a smirk at the moment. Her eyes radiated such intense love of him in their sparkling blue that it made him catch his breath.  

Joni winked.  “One head or two?”  Now, she smirked.

He held up two fingers.  Tim was not allowed to talk today.

It was a special day and only came around once a year: Widdershins Day.

They agreed to call it that five years ago, when he gifted her this day for the first time.  He still remembered how her eyes had glowed when he told her.

“Yes, I’m serious.  Next week is your FemDom conference you love to attend.  Usually, you go alone, but I propose I go with you.”  He repeated to her.

“Yes, Sir, but…you said as my submissive, right?” Her eyes glowed and twinkled.

“Yes, Love.” He nodded.

Her eyes searched his face.  “You’d do that for me?” Her voice had dropped to nearly a breath.

“Obviously.” He smiled.

Normally, he was her Dom/Master, depending on her submissive level, and had been for a year at that point.  It was still a bit of the honeymoon period but they’d already played at switching once or twice and Joni had confessed she loved it in small doses.  There was no way she wanted to Domme for long.  It just wasn’t her true self.

“All day?” She asked.  “That’s a long time for me, Sir.”

“Okay, you normally leave for it around 8, right?” He asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.  Nodding alone was not allowed. Not using her words meant a quick sharp spanking.

“It will begin at 6:30, and you may prep me to go. Then, it will continue until you get home that night.”  He shrugged.  “You’re usually home and exhausted by 8 pm.”

She bit her lower lip.  “A little over twelve hours then?”

He nodded and could hear her brain cranking away at warp speed.  His Joni was always thinking…always.  She’d recently confessed to him that even on a typical day or night, she might have a “domme-y” thought pop into his mind.

 “I’m going to set some rules for myself with you, and we will negotiate those before it happens, ” she told him, then added, “Sir.”

“Agreed.” He nodded.

“Okay.” Her eyes began to glow brighter, and she made love to him that night like it was their first time together—her best way of showing her gratitude.  

That had been five years ago now.  Each year, Tim gave Joni a new gift to use with or on him and she loved opening them while he was waking up.  He was sorely regretting what he’d given he this year: a cock cage.  Her squeal had been so delighted when she saw it!  

Tim hadn’t thought it through because she’d grabbed and dragged him into the shower, where she nearly lathered him with Neet Hair Remover. Joni was merciful and left his chest and arms alone, but anything below his waist was smooth and lotioned before they left the house.

The shiny gold key hung around her neck with pride and she’d told him she hoped people would ask her about it today.  It had already happened once.

They’d just entered the train and sat down when an older but quite handsome woman spotted them. Her eyes had taken in the key and looked more closely at Tim.

Joni had him dressed in a short kilt that he’d gifted her for Widdershins three years ago.  It had been his “uniform” since then with a tiny thong under it.  This was more mercy on her part since she knew he’d have had her bare and often did.  The thong was just added torture since it was tight on the cage that held his balls and circled his cock.

The older woman spoke up.  “Caged?”

Joni giggled.  “Yes, it’s new!  I think it’s possibly a bit too tight, but I might adjust it later.” She looked at Tim.  “If he’d been a Good Boy.”

“Of course, ” the woman responded, then got up and moved to sit on the other side of Tim. “May I?” Her hand was on the hem of his kilt.

“Certainly.” Joni gave permission.

The woman lifted it to inspect his package, which was nicely contained in the clear, rigid plastic cage. “Oh, you didn’t even use spikes. I don’t see what he has to complain about.”

Blessedly, Joni reached over and took the hem from the woman to put it back down.  “I would never do that to him.  I do love him after all.” She gave Tim a very grateful look for being so good for her.

The woman frowned but stayed silent for a moment.  “You’re attending the conference, right?” She asked Joni.

“Yes.  I’m Joni…this is my Tim…or Boy.” She introduced both of them.

“Sandra, Mistress Sandra.” She returned the favor.  “Mistress to you.” She told Tim.

He nodded but quickly turned to Joni for help.

“Oh, he isn’t allowed to speak today,” Joni explained and avoided having Tim get into trouble with a dominatrix.  

“Ah, that explains it.” Sandra leaned back now.  

Tim’s heart rate slowed.  It had been a while since he’d had to worry about another woman punishing him other than Joni.  He felt a cold sweat between his shoulder blades.  

“Has he been recently spanked or paddled?” Sandra asked.

Why the hell was that her business? Tim’s inner voice was going to get a workout today.  

“Of course, I needed him to have a proper mindset before being in a convention hall full of women.” Joni laughed.  “Paddled.  Spanking is more of a funishment for him since my hands are a bit too delicate.”  Her hand went to her purse.

Tim had closed his eyes as Joni proudly showed Sandra the ebony-backed hairbrush she’d used this morning.  It was part of the prep ritual.  It didn’t take too much thinking to feel still where she’d given him a few things to remember it by.  

Sandra and Joni began to talk FemDom shop about paddles vs hairbrushes.  Straps were mentioned and Sandra had a strong fetish for them.  She was a distributor for a local shop.  

“Here.  You can have this sample for free for this good conversation.  I can see you’ve trained your boy well.  He’s been still as a stone through what had to have been an uncomfortable discussion to overhear.”  Sandra laughed wickedly.  The Domme had talked about all this on purpose!

Tim opened his eyes to see Joni hand him a three-tongued tawse. It wasn’t extensive but looked way too supple. Joni’s eyes flashed as she caressed it and looked at him. “Hold out your hand, ” she commanded.

He obeyed.

SNAP!

She’d smacked his palm sharply with it and he hissed softly but kept his hand in place.

“Good Boy.  That’s all for now.” Joni put in her purse.  “If you’re good today, I’ll wait until we’re home to use it.  If not, then I’ll demonstrate it in the middle of the hall.” 

Tim swallowed because she wasn’t kidding.  He nodded slowly to represent a clear Yes, Ma’am.

She nodded.  “Now, thank me.” She commanded.  “My knee will do.”

He put down his hand then leaned over to kiss her knee. Twice, he kissed her to thank her for not using the tawse right here and for not making him kiss her toe on a train.

“You’re welcome.” She murmured and he could hear how aroused she was right now.

He was well aware of the feeling.

This was one of the many reasons he’d decided to start doing this day.  Three-hundred sixty-four days of the year, Joni was the submissive and a damned good one.  She was born to be on her knees and collared. She loved him bragging about that to others.  She took pride in the fact she’d never told him no in the past six years they’d been together.

Her trust in him was absolute, so she knew she was safe to keep her promise to herself of never turning him down. She was more often the one to stretch her limits than he was when she was ready to reach a new level of obedience and submission.

Indeed, he could sacrifice one day out of a year to return the favor.  It also helped him to be a better Dom for her, a better writer of his D/s fiction, and it helped her to give more of herself to him all the other days and nights.  She knew how rare this arrangement was for a Dom like him.  

It had been a while since Sandra had spoken.  She was busy on her phone with contacts and texting.  Tim didn’t look.  He didn’t dare.  He could feel that Sandra was desperate for an excuse to use her old-fashioned and much larger hairbrush on his ass.  

If he screwed up, he knew Joni wouldn’t stop her.  She’d screwed up in front of othe doms and been spanked by them under Tim’s supervision and Widdershin’s Day had only seen him punished my anothe woman a couple times total and each time had been left to him to decide if he agreed.  He had.  The crowd at the conference was predominantly much younger than Joni.

Tim tried hard to be good for her so she would be proud. He knew how it felt to know Joni was sweetly obedient to him. It made him look better than he deserved as her dom, but she loved him, and this was one way to show him.

Now in the present, he put back his water bottle.

“Wait, Boy.” She told him.  “I have a treat for you but you’ll have to beg for it.”  

He nodded, leaned over, and kissed her knee again, making it more tender than usual.

“Mmm…very good boy.” She murmured and stroked his hair.  “You’ve earned it.”

He sat back up and watched her dig into her purse.  It surprised him to see her pull out two small, round, white pills.  He recognized them.  This was a medium dose of Tylenol with Codeine.  It would ease the pain in his brain head and his cock head.  Joni really did love him.  This would last him close to when they got home.

Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed by the need to show her his love and gratitude. Slowly, he moved his right hand onto her upper thigh and edged up a little higher. 

Joni’s eyebrows rose to her hairline.  “Really?  Here?  Well, take the pills, first, Love.” She urged him.  

He obeyed.

“You’re sure?” She asked once more to give him an out.  He’d done this often with her, too.

He nodded.

“Okay…thank you very much…I’ll say it now since…” she giggled, “I might not be able to in a minute.”

Tim shifted to kneel before her.  

She parted her knees and lifted her knee-length skirt to give him entrance.  Bowing down, he felt her cover him back up with the skirt which did provide him with modesty but also proclaimed to anyone watching or passing by what he was doing as he knelt with his kilt not covering his ass.

Joni was already fairly drenched before he even set his tongue to her.  Lapping up her juices, she wriggled and moaned softly.

“Oh.” He heard Sandra next to him.  “Good for you.  Make him do his duty whenever and wherever you want.”

“Mmmhmm.” Joni purred.  She would let the woman believe what she wanted and didn’t embarrass Tim further like she could easily do now.  He showed his love for her and she wouldn’t take advantage of that.  It was another good lesson for both of them.

She was bare under the skirt since she was used to it after so many years, it had been a requirement.  Tim loved giving her oral even when she was being his submissive.  He understood the inherent power of it to torture and edge her to tears.  He also joked it helped his beard to grow better after being watered by her pussy juice.

Tim knew her spots as well as she knew his.  Her hand was fisting in his hair through the skirt fabric.  Leaning forward, she had her breasts brushing against his crown.

“Please?” She whispered into his ear.

Even on this day, she couldn’t stand not to beg for her orgasm.  He smiled to himself and nodded slightly between her thighs.  Joni had plenty of practice coming quietly.  Tim felt it shake through her.  Her hand tapped the back of his head.

He came up for air and reseated himself.

Joni’s hand came down on his thigh and she stroked him softly.  He groaned.

“Oh, sorry.  Forgot.” She apologized for getting him hard when caged.

He shrugged and flashed her a grin.

Fortunately, Sandra wasn’t paying attention.

The train made another stop to collect more passengers.  A gaggle of young, college-age women came aboard.

“Hmm…co-eds,” Joni murmured to him.

He stopped himself from looking as it would do more harm to him than good.  Closing his eyes, he prayed to the BDSM gods or goddesses that this group would not walk by them.  Alas, the goddesses saw fit to torture him today. 

The gaggle stopped to Ooo and Ahh at him.  Joni engaged them in conversation, then invited them to sit with her.  Sandra looked offended and left.

Thank God. Tim thought.  The girls were embarrassing to him in a different way, so he enjoyed being inspected by them.  

Joni hinted that if they had lunch with her, she might make Tim lap surf around the group for spankings.  Her eyes caught his and her eyebrow raised just a fraction.  Five girls were in the group, and all were very attractive.  She was giving him a choice and a present if he wanted it.  With the cage, she knew it would be less likely that he would lose it over one of their laps.

Joni had known from the very beginning Tim was poly by nature.  She was good with that as long as she got some say.  She’d proven a good judge of submissives more than him.  A couple of times, she’d nixed a sub he was playing around with then explained it later.  She was always right.

Tim knew she’d been getting a read on the five girls around them and had decided they’d be okay to trust with him if he wanted it.  He slightly nodded.  She smirked and rolled her eyes at him.

The conference went well.  Tim was never the only submissive male there, but since he couldn’t talk then he never had to worry about trying to explain things to other subs.  Other Dommes offered their subs once in a while for Joni to try out.  Over the past five conferences, she’d only accepted twice and he’d seen why when he saw how young and virile the sub had been.  He didn’t blame her at all.  He’d be such a hypocrite if he did.

Joni surprised him just before lunch and took him into the Women’s bathroom to a stall where she took off the cage and fitted him with a condom.  She didn’t say a word and neither did he.  Tim knew this was her tacit approval to enjoy his spanking experience with the girls fully.

He broke the rule and whispered, “I love you so much.”

She’d giggled,  “I know.”  It had tickled her to use the Han Solo line.  “I’ll take my piece of you out when we get home with that tawse.” Her eyes came up to him.  She was dead serious.  He was allowed to play and enjoy, but she’d exact some revenge later.

He nodded.

Tim didn’t get to eat lunch since he was kept busy going from lap to lap.  At least two girls got second helpings but he didn’t complain much.  He was sniffling too much to anyway.  Joni offered her hairbrush to the last two, probably why they got a second go.  

Wicked Mistress, he thought.  He could hear her soft giggle as a twenty-one-year-old paddled him.  Joni even took video.  He knew she’d let him keep it later.

His bottom was throbbing and his condom was complete when she took him back to put the cage on him once more.  

“Worth it?” She asked him.

He nodded.

“Thought so.” She shrugged.  “I got the number of that one blonde who paddled you.  Pretty sure she’s way more sub than Domme.  I’ll let you have it later?”

He nodded and grinned.

“Yeah, I know.  You don’t deserve me.” She laughed.  “Yeah, you do.” She turned him around to inspect the aftermath.  “Newbies just don’t know how to paddle well.”

Tim looked over his shoulder at her and arched one brow.

She eyed him then checked her watch.  “Not enough time, or I would.” She shrugged.

The conference wound down.  The blonde’s name was Jill and she was eyeing Tim in a way that didn’t feel very “domme-y.”  She’d spent a few minutes whispering with Joni not long ago, but her eyes hadn’t left him since then.  It was like she was working up he courage.

It was time to part ways and Jill asked Joni’s permission to talk privately with Tim.  She got permission and led him to a quiet corner.  

“Joni told me.  I’m very interested.  I just wanted you to know I’d still enjoy paddling you sometimes.  Is that negotiable?” She asked him.

He nodded.

Jill smiled.  “Kiss me.”

Tim was supposed to obey.

Jill returned with a very flushed face to an all-too-knowing look from Joni.

“Can’t take you anywhere, can I?” She teased him when they got back on the train.

True to her word, she bent him over the back of the sofa and used that tawse all up and down his thighs and ass.  It had been a long, long time since she’d whipped him like that.  Tim was glad Joni was never interested in pegging.  If it were him and her ass looked like his?  He’d be riding her to the high hills over this sofa right now!

Instead, she tossed the tawse down on the sofa seat, sat down in her living room chair, and pulled up her skirt.  “Pussy.  Now.” She commanded.

Tim gave her a three-tiered orgasm for her pains.  She’d made the complete switch back to submissive before it was over.  “Thank you, Master.” She breathed and gently ruffled his hair.  “I’m sorry I was so…”

“It’s…” he cleared his throat. “It’s fine, Love.  You were very good to me today.”  

“That’s not why.  You know I don’t get jealous like that, Sir.” She explained.  “I just felt like I had to put in a year’s worth of it before my time was up.” She shrugged.

He laughed then grimaced as he began to move.

“Oh!  Oh, Master…lie down on the sofa. I’ll get the ice and the oils…and a drink. Yes, a drink for you.  Are you hungry?  I’ll bring a snack.” She darted off and shed her clothes as she did so. 

His Joni was back.  It was always interesting to him that she dipped way into submission for a week or more after Widdershin’s Day.  She pampered him, waited hand-and-foot, and he got more oral in the next ten days than he usually got in a month.  That was saying a lot.

They spent the following day debriefing each other on the experience.  Joni wanted to start writing a new novel based on her experiences and feelings.  She was going to try her hand at sci-fi FemDom.  She told him she’d need a lot of help from him.  He promised it.

That night, they had another long night of sex and play.  Joni gifted the tawse to Tim until next year.  He used it well and rode her up into the hills afterward.  She followed him upstairs to bed with a glassy-eyed grin afterwards.

“I love you so much, Master.” She murmured.

He laughed.  “I know.”