It was late evening when Meera padded into the living room with her coffee, hair loose over her shoulders, the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her. Raj was on the sofa, fiddling absently with the little lock on his cage. She sat beside him, tucking one leg under herself, and smiled faintly.
“So,” she began, sipping, “if we’re going to keep this going, I want some order. Rules.”
Raj looked up quickly. “Rules?”
“Mhm.” She placed her cup down, turning to face him fully. “First one’s non-negotiable — once I fix a date with Robin, you get locked twelve hours before I leave. No excuses.”
He grinned nervously. “And… the key stays with you?”
“Of course. You’ll have an emergency key sealed in an envelope, but if you break that seal without a real emergency…” She let the silence hang, then smirked. “…I may never cuckold you again. And we both know that would hurt you more than the lock.”
Raj swallowed, nodding. “Fair.”
She reached over, tugged lightly at his thong waistband. “This, by the way, is all you’ll wear the day of my date. I want you doing my chores like this — ironing my dress, picking my shoes, packing my bag.”
He flushed. “Packing?”
“Mhm.” She leaned in, whispering, “Condoms. All kinds — flavored, ribbed, ultra-thin, extra-large… and the lube. Don’t forget the lube, Raj.”
He exhaled slowly, his cage tightening. “Okay… what else?”
“You help me get ready. Dress zipped, jewelry clasped, hair brushed. And before I even start dressing…” She paused, her smile wicked. “…you eat my ass. Slowly. That’s our ritual now.”
He laughed under his breath, embarrassed. “You’re serious.”
“Dead serious. Oh, and no intimacy the day before — I want you desperate.”
Raj hesitated. “And during the date?”
“You’ll stay calm. No begging to know what’s happening. I’ll give you signals.” She held up a finger. “One missed call — I’ve arrived.” A second finger. “Two — I’m with him, we’re playing.” A third. “Three — intimacy and orgasm. That doesn’t mean I’m on my way home, so don’t start calling.”
He smiled faintly. “How many messages can I send?”
“Three. That’s it. I’ll send you one non-sexual picture with him, and maybe a few that are… suggestive. Enough to keep you warm.”
Raj chuckled. “You’ve really thought this through.”
She leaned back. “Oh, I’m not done. If I come back sore, you stay locked until I say otherwise.”
“Even if—”
“Yes,” she interrupted, eyes glinting. “If I’m sore, I’m sore because I enjoyed myself. That’s your cue to be patient.”
He tilted his head. “And after the date?”
“No kneeling. Just cuddling. You can ask anything you want after I’ve told you what I want to tell you. Not before.”
Raj shifted closer, resting his hand on her thigh. “You make it sound like a… contract.”
She took his hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not a contract. It’s me making sure this works for us — and for me. Because if you keep to these, you’ll get the best version of cuckolding we can have.”
Raj gave a slow, deep nod. “I’ll follow them.”
Her lips curled. “Good. Because the more you behave… the wilder I can be.”
And from the way she said “wilder,” Raj knew she meant every word.
