An Interview with Daniel from “Loyalty” by Michael C. Icofs

Loyalty-smThank you readers for stopping by tonight. I apologize for the long wait, but I’ve been busy with my new toy.

Let’s start with the basics. Can you tell us your name? 

(Kneeling at Miss Diana’s feet, wearing only my chastity device and my collar — Mistress has decided that I will be naked for this interview.)

Yes, Miss. My name is Daniel.

Where are you from?

Although it’s not mentioned in the story, I was born in Essexville, Michigan, and I’ve spent most of my life in the Great Lakes Bay region, Miss.

What’s the most flattering thing anyone has ever said about you?

I guess I’m not used to thinking of myself from that perspective, Miss. I suppose I’d have to say the first time Mistress ever told me I was handsome. You know, other Women have said it, but there was something different about when Mistress told me. It felt real, and She touched something deep down in me that I thought had died a long time ago. I was a broken shell of a man, and She made me feel like I was actually worth something. She saved my life, Miss Diana.

What’s your idea of a good lover?

Oh my god, that’s easy! Mistress Julia. She’s intelligent, kind, tender — but firm — and when She smiles at me, She makes my legs weak. It’s all I can do to keep from falling to my knees under the gentle weight of Her affection for me. She’s funny, creative… She asks me what I think about this or that, and She actually listens to me. That’s so different from anything I’ve ever known in a relationship, Miss. She sees things in me — good things — that I just don’t see. Maybe I’ve spent too long being abused and told I was worthless, but some days, I think if I could see myself through Her eyes, I would be amazed at who I really am.

What is the pet name for the love of your life?

“Beautiful.” When She calls me, I always answer, “Hello, Beautiful.” Every morning, I give Her a kiss and say “Good morning, Beautiful.” Of course, that’s my “vanilla” pet name for Her. When we play, or when it’s the privacy of home, it’s “Mistress” or “Ma’am.” Nothing else will do. If we’re in the presence of friends — especially Lady friends — who know of our lifestyle, then I call Her Mistress then, too.

What is your biggest fear?

That my feelings for Mistress would ever be shaken. I love Her more than I can put into words, but there’s part of me that secretly fears falling for another Woman. I’m terrified of it. To me, sex and emotional attachment go hand in hand. I can’t enjoy sex with someone I’m not emotionally connected to, you know? But the dangerous part for me is that it works the other way around, too. I don’t feel like I can have sex with someone without developing an emotional attachment — and that’s what I’m scared to death of.

I could never seem to separate the physical from the emotional. Can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I could never hurt Mistress by being unfaithful to Her, yet Mistress seems to like to put me in situations now and then where I have to be physically vulnerable to other Ladies. Like one time, She put together a bachelorette party for one of Her girlfriends, and I had to attend — naked. All I was allowed to wear was what I have on now; chastity cage and collar.

She also knows I have a humiliation fetish, too, which is partly why She does it. But She doesn’t seem bothered or worried, you know? Like She knows something I don’t. I guess it’s like She told me once: There’s a difference between wanting to fuck someone and wanting to spend the rest of your life with them. One is lust. The other is love. It’s when you get the two confused that problems start.

I just wish I could be as confident in myself as She seems to be.

Is there anything you have always wanted to do but haven’t done? (Why haven’t you done it?)

Have a threesome, Miss. With another Woman. It’s been a fantasy forever, and there was a time when I’d jump at the chance. Now that I’m with Mistress though, I afraid to. I’m scared that I’ll develop feelings for whoever the other Woman is. It’s one of those things that I’ll always look back on, like “it would have been cool, but I’m not willing to risk what I have to experience it.”

What’s the worst thing you have ever done to someone? Why?

When I was a senior in high school, one of my favorite teachers took a new job at another school, about a third of the way into the school year. I hated the sub we got for the rest of the year. One day, I was feeling especially hateful toward her, so I wrote a letter that called her every nasty thing I could think of. I just eviscerated her.

And I signed it.

Then I got sidetracked, the bell rang, and I headed off to next period — and forgot I left the letter on her desk. I remembered about 20 minutes later and went back to get it, but it was gone. I could only conclude that she found it.

That made me sick for the next 20 years. Finally though, I bumped into her just by happenstance out and about. I apologized to her. Sure, she’d probably forgotten it a week after I wrote it, but it stayed with me for years. I slept better than night that I had in years.

Here is the can of whip cream I promised you. What are you planning on doing with it?

Giving it to Mistress. I’m sure She will come up with something appropriately erotic involving me being restrained — and of course, no orgasm for me, only frustration.

If you had complete and total control over your Mistress, what would you have her do?

If I could make Mistress do anything, it would be to unlock me and let me enjoy a massive orgasm. It’s been so long since I’ve been allowed that. It’s a little uncomfortable at time — being locked in chastity — but I know that it helps me focus on Her pleasure, and that makes it worth it. Plus, on those rare occasions when She ­does let me cum, it’s mind-blowing, toe-curling, make-you-almost-pass-out intense.

You seem a little tense. Is something bothering you?

Well, it’s been several months since my last orgasm, and I’m horny and frustrated like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, even kneeling here in front of you, seeing the way you’re dressed, the scent of your perfume, I’m almost out of my mind, Miss. The fact that Mistress said I had to be naked for you makes it all the more titillating.

But really, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

There’s this Woman. Her name is Miss Samantha. We went to college together, and well, let’s say I had a thing for Her. I was married at the time, but my wife was cuckolding me just because she didn’t want to have sex. We didn’t love each other; sure, we said it, but neither one of us meant it. In fact, it slowly morphed into this weird kind of emotional abuse, you know, kind of like gaslighting.

If I was ever going to have an affair, that would have been the time, and She would have been the Woman. We never did, though. Oh, believe me, I wanted to. Bad. I fantasized about Her. But I didn’t have the guts to do go after Her. Anyway, we graduated, went our separate ways, slowly drifted apart, and that was that. Or so I thought.

A couple of weeks or so ago, guess who I happened to bump into? Yeah. Her. And all those feelings I thought were gone are now alive and well and threatening to tear me apart and destroy my relationship with Mistress.

Well, long story short, Mistress made me invite Her over for dinner, and tonight’s the night. I’m terrified to be face to face with Her in a setting where I can’t leave — Mistress won’t allow it. So I have to be in the same room with this Woman for an entire evening, and I suspect — based on the hushed conversations they’ve shared — that they have no intentions of making tonight easy for me.

Like I said, I wish I had the confidence in myself that Mistress has in me…

Where can we find out more about your life? 

You can get a copy of “Loyalty” at Here’s the link:

To connect with Michael C. Icofs, visit his Facebook pages: (Michael C. Icofs my pen name; “Icofs” is derived from the acronym for In Celebration of Female Supremacy)

Thank you and have fun tonight.


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