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Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Thirty Seven Days (written November 2011)

The darkness was almost claustrophobic. Kneeling here for what seemed like forever had taken it’s toll and I was aching to stand up, to stretch out and most of all, relax! But there was no relaxation on the cards for me tonight, that much I knew. Mistress had left me here all evening, my hands tied behind my back, my cock still locked in it’s cage, just like it had been for the last thirty-seven days…

Earlier Mistress had laid back on the bed and had me eat her pussy to a violent orgasm, it was a sure sign that something evil was playing on her mind, she always comes that much harder when she’s planning to be especially wicked, and this was a real sheet-ripper. I had no idea what was about to transpire, but Mistress was plainly beside herself just thinking about what she was about to do.

She blindfolded me and told me to kneel on the carpet at the foot of the bed, then cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she knelt down beside me and gave me a long, luxurious kiss, tasting her sweet juices on my tongue as she reached down and squeezed my swollen balls. She pulled away then, but continued to fondle and scratch at my aching nuts.

“Maybe tonight you’ll get a chance to cum,” she said, almost giggling as she spoke. “You must be so desperate now, I bet you’d do almost anything…”

Now I was really worried. She lifted her right hand to her neck and closed her fingers around the key to my chastity belt, before lifting it to my lips.

“Kiss your key for me,” she whispered.

I obeyed, hoping and praying that she would take that key and finally unlock my cock and allow me the orgasm I needed so badly. But it was not to be. She stood up and walked away from me without a word, turning the light out as she left the room and then the house.

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I don’t know for sure how long she left me, but it must have been at least an hour, probably much longer. I heard the car first, then the footsteps, then the key in the door. She was back! The relief was palpable.

I heard her walking about the house, her high heels clicking on the laminate flooring in the kitchen. But there was another sound, a heavier, duller sound that accompanied her, and I slowly began to realise that she was not alone.

My heart sank, it wasn’t the first time she had cuckolded me, and it wouldn’t be the last. But I knew that once she started fucking this guy, any thoughts of me would be forgotten, at best I would have to wait another hour or more and then she would come back to me with a well fucked pussy full of cum she wanted me to clean for her.

But today was different. A lot different…

The footsteps sounded like they were coming closer and then I heard the handle on the bedroom door. The door creaked slightly as it opened, I had never noticed that before, but in the darkness I guess my hearing had become more acute. I smelt my Mistress as she wafted in through the open door and settled herself on the end of the bed. Then I felt the floor boards moving slightly as the other person entered the room. He moved a lot of air, he must be quite a size.

Mistress giggled and then groaned as I heard them kiss and his hands sliding over her stocking clad thighs, his rough skin snagging them slightly. It sounded like Mistress was all ready to go, but she’d never fucked any of her lovers in the same room as me, why was she doing this now? And what about him, it was dark, but surely he can’t have failed to notice the blindfolded man kneeling at the foot of the bed?

I heard Mistress tell her companion to lie down and the next thing I heard was her tugging at his belt buckle. An empty metallic sound followed as she pushed back the belt and it rattled against itself. Then she pulled down his zip and eased open his jeans, pushing them down his legs and stroking his hardening cock through his boxer shorts.

She lay down next to him then, kissing him noisily as she squeezed and massaged his cock until it was rock hard. Not long now, I thought. Soon she’ll be mounting him, forcing her pussy down onto his throbbing dick and milking every last drop out of his balls. Then he’ll leave us alone and she’ll drag me onto the bed, forcing me down between her legs to make me worship her cum filled cunt until she explodes in ecstasy.

As usual my mind was full of conflicting emotions. The thought of her with another man infuriated me, but the thought of her expressing her dominance over me like this was intoxicating at the same time. As she never hesitated to remind me, it was all my fault. It was I who had instigated the whole Femdom thing, it was I who had put these fantasies into her head, it was I who had allowed her to push and push until the transfer of sexual dominance was complete. In other words, I had made my own bed and now she was going to fuck someone else in it!

Despite my frustration and anger I felt my cock hardening inside the chastity cage until the 'points of intrigue' bit into my turgid flesh. I winced loudly and Mistress groaned in response, sliding down her lover’s body and peeling away the black cotton of his underwear to reveal his long, thick stalk. She licked her lips as she breathed in the musk of his scent and then opened her mouth wide to allow the bulbous head of his cock inside.

I could not see any of this of course, but the lewd sucking sounds (exaggerated for my benefit no doubt) told me all I needed to know about exactly what was going on just a few feet away from me.

Despite the pain of the spikes digging into me, my cock refused to soften and continued to try to grow inside the tube until it pulled my balls forward. I was breathing hard by now, trying to ignore the discomfort that my Mistress’s evil behaviour was having on me.

I heard more rustling as Mistress pushed her friend’s jeans and underwear down around his ankles to the floor. Then she started sucking his cock in earnest. He groaned loudly and urged to suck him deeper into her throat. Mistress moaned loudly and I could hear her gagging slightly as she did her best to swallow his entire length, something I knew she would never, ever do for me.

Then, suddenly I felt her move off the bed and flick on the light. My blindfold was still in place but now a small volume of light seeped in around the edges, if Mistress’s lover didn’t realise I was here before he would certainly know now. He chuckled softly to himself, but said nothing and Mistress moved behind me to release my wrists.

“Your poor cock is so swollen in there, it must be so frustrating,” she said, with barely concealed delight.

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed helplessly.

“Well, maybe I will let you out soon,” she sighed. “Just be... patient.”

She kissed me then, and I could taste his cock on her lips. At once it disgusted me and made my cock throb still harder, causing the back-ring of my chastity device to stretch my balls even further forward. Then she reached down and clawed my balls with her long nails, moaning into my mouth as she felt me trembling, trying to cope with the multitude of conflicting emotions and physical discomfort she was inflicting on me.

After a final hard squeeze to my balls she moved away back to the bed and I heard her start kissing her lover once again. It felt good to be able to move my arms again but I knew that I must remain still and not disappoint my Mistress. I placed my hands at my sides and mentally tried to will my cock to soften, wondering just how much more of this I could stand.

More sucking and licking noises then as Mistress straddled her lover and they began an intense sixty-nine, both of them breathing heavily and moaning into the other's groin as they pleasured each other orally. Then Mistress switched around and sank herself down onto her lover’s engorged cock. They both moaned loudly as she felt him stretching her soaking wet pussy to the max and he fought to keep control, not wanting this to end too soon.

She sat there for a few moments as they composed themselves, allowing each other to calm down a little before she started to ride his thick, hard meat. Now he was relaxed, his cock firm and strong as she started to glide up and down, squeezing his cock firmly with her strong pelvic muscles. She angled herself forward slightly and sighed blissfully as her clit started to rub against the heavily veined top-side of his cock.

“Don’t cum,” she gasped as she rode him faster and faster, grinding her aching clit against him until she felt herself spasming hard, almost forcing him over the edge with her.

She collapsed onto her hands then and sank down to kiss him, his cock still rock hard inside her sodden cunt. The fact she was kissing him so passionately with his cock still inside her made me feel sick with jealousy, but my cock still continued to throb as hard as it could manage inside the chastity device.

She reached down and slid his cock out of her and then moved so that she was laying across the bed facing me, her face just inches from his wet, throbbing cock.

"Take your blindfold off," she said in an blissfully exhausted voice.

It took me a second or two to register what she had said and then I slowly reached up and peeled the blindfold away from my eyes. Having been in the dark for so long it took a little while for my eyes to adjust and in the meantime I felt myself squinting as I watched Mistress gently stroking her lover's cock. It was bigger than I'd anticipated and considerably larger than my own cock.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I focussed on Mistress's beautiful face, she looked so amazing, still flushed from her orgasm, her mouth just inches from her lover's throbbing prick. Slowly she moved forward and closed her lips around his cock-head, her tongue flicking around the corona, tasting the deep reaches of her pussy and closing her eyes in ecstasy as she thought about what she was about to do.

It was only then that I noticed her necklace was missing, the necklace from which my key was always suspended. Where had it gone? Had she lost it? Please don't let her have lost it! Maybe she had left it somewhere on purpose? Or... no, she wouldn't have given it to her lover, surely? The thought made me almost panic, but then I saw it.

While I had been blindfolded Mistress had taken her necklace off, doubled it and then hung it over her lover's cock so that it hung down beneath his large, heavy looking balls. My jaw dropped open and Mistress forced her mouth down harder onto her lover's throbbing cock, bringing a loud grunt of pleasure from his throat. I could only see his lower half, since Mistress's body was shielding the rest of him from view, but I knew he must be getting close to cumming by now.

Mistress lifted her head up and looked me straight in the eye, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes as she enjoyed the taste of her own juices and his meaty cock. She stared at me for a few moments, wondering if I'd noticed her necklace, and the significance of it's position.

"Come closer," she breathed. "I want you to watch this."

I shuffled closer, my knees aching like hell now.

"Watch," she said as leant forward again and ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, stopping briefly to suck his balls, which again brought another soft groan from the anonymous guy laying on my bed.

"I want you to suck him," she whispered.

I shook my head and pulled back slightly, but she persisted, looking slightly annoyed at my disobedience.

"I know how hard your cock is in that cage," she said. "I know how badly you need to cum, but for you to get what you want, first I want to get what I want. And I want to see you suck his cock... for me."

I glanced at the key swaying back and forth between her lover's legs and swallowed hard. I had fantasized about this of course, about her making me do this for her, since I knew that was the only way I'd ever be able to justify it to myself. But now that it was happening for real, it seemed, well... real!

"Do it for me," she whispered. "I want to see you do it, I want you to suck his big, hard cock for me and prove how much you worship me by swallowing his load... I know deep down you want to do it for me, don't you?"

I felt my head nod almost imperceptibly, even as my mouth opened and I almost silently mouthed the words 'I can't'.

Mistress looked disappointed and began sucking his cock once again, her eyes never leaving mine as she searched for some sign that I would change my mind, but she saw nothing and after a few minutes she looked away and began pumping her lover's cock hard with her fist, her lips just over the tip of his stalk.

I knew it was too late now, she was going to make him cum and I was not going to be allowed out of my cage, and that was probably only the start. I had failed her, miserably. And no doubt she would take great delight in punishing me for it over the coming weeks. Perhaps that had been her plan all along? Perhaps she knew all along that I would never be able to do as she asked, maybe that had been why she hadn't forced the issue or threatened me, perhaps she wanted me to fail...

Suddenly I realised that Mistress's lover was cumming, her hand pumped furiously and he groaned loudly as his hips pumped his cock towards her waiting mouth, spewing his hot, creamy load into her cheeks. It seemed to go on and on, as if Mistress was determined to drain every last morsel of spunk out of him, but eventually she stopped pumping and allowed his slowly softening cock to fall from her mouth.

She turned to me and beckoned me to come closer. I slid towards her nervously, half realising what she was about to do. She leaned forward and down to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth I felt her force his thick cum into my mouth with her tongue. I started to pull away, but Mistress gripped the back of my head and held me there as she swirled her tongue in my mouth. Despite myself, I felt my cock begin to leak pre-cum into the cage, and winced as the spikes dug even deeper into my aching flesh.

"Swallow it," she said, daring me to disobey her again.

I swallowed the mouthful of her lover's cum, trying not to show my distaste for what she had instructed me to do. She smiled and reached down to rub the tip of her finger along the slit in the front of my chastity cage, gathering the pre-cum I had leaked and then lifting her finger to smear it on my lips.

"I knew you wouldn't have the strength to do it," she crowed, her breath warm on my face. "But you will... because that cage is staying on until you do."

Monday, 10 October 2011

A New Approach to an Old Problem (written October 2011)

Sadly this is only a work of fiction, maybe one day it will be real... I hope you all enjoy it. Robert Anthony.

It was one month to the day since my last orgasm when my wonderful Mistress called me into our bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a black mini-dress, her feet visible only through the gaps in her sluttiest shoes. She looked amazing and she knew it. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I obediently knelt, lowering my head in a gesture of compliance and submission. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful feet and wished that I could worship them, but I knew I must be patient.

Her first words were delivered with little discernible emotion.

“Have you touched your cock since I last punished you slave?”

I shifted uneasily on my knees, my cock already starting to grow a little inside my jeans.

“Yes Mistress.”

She sighed loudly, slightly exasperated by my lack of self-control.

“I thought we agreed that MY cock is no longer yours to play with slave?”

“We did Mistress, I am sorry…”

“And yet still you touch it.”

“Yes Mistress.”

My head hung a little lower, the knowledge that I had yet again failed to fully live up to Mistress’s expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders.

“How many times?”

“Three Mistress.”

“I see… and how many times have I touched it this month slave?”

I wasn’t expecting this question and had to quickly calculate the number from memory.

“Eleven, I think, Mistress.”

“Eleven… that sounds quite generous, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress, very generous.”

“And yet you still can’t keep your grubby little hands off of it, can you?”

“No Mistress.”

Mistress smoothed her hands down her thighs before continuing.

“I tire of punishing you for the same infraction, over and over… in fact I'm starting to wonder if you enjoy  being punished for your behaviour, since you seem to make so little effort to avoid it."

I started to protest, but she held up a hand to silence me.

"No, this time I’m going to try something different, something you will find much less appealing.”

I shifted nervously on my knees once more which brought a firm rebuke from my Mistress.

“Keep still! Unless you want me to paddle your arse anyway.”

“Yes Mistress, I mean no Mistress... I am sorry Mistress.”

Mistress smirked at my obvious confusion.

“Good. I take it that you can at least assure me that you did not push yourself too far and allow yourself to enjoy an orgasm at any time?”

“Yes Mistress, I assure you, I would never do that.”

“Good slave, that pleases me greatly, but still I am determined to stop you touching what is no longer yours to touch.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You say you have touched my cock three times this past month, well then, I shall not touch it for three weeks. That should teach you a lesson. And if that does not work then I shall have to think of something even more drastic and draconian to influence your behaviour.”

Three weeks! I couldn’t believe it, but it was true enough that Mistress had told me time and again not to touch my cock and I had never managed to comply fully with her instructions, so I couldn’t really argue.

“Rest assured slave, if you cannot learn to control your actions I may have to take matters further and invest in something which will physically prevent you from playing with MY cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She leaned forward now and lifted my head so that she could look me in the eyes.

“I know the idea of being locked up appeals to you slave, but I’m sure you would soon come to regret it. Just imagine the pain and frustration you would suffer as you ate my pussy night after night, trapped in your chastity belt, those little spikes digging into your engorged cock as you licked me to orgasm…”

She reached down and squeezed my throbbing cock through my jeans, noting how hard I was getting.

“…that turns you on doesn’t it, the thought of suffering at my hands?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She stared directly into my eyes, as if trying to read my innermost thoughts.

“I don’t care if the thought of it turns you on,” she whispered. “If I decide it is necessary to implement the use of a chastity belt, be assured that you will not enjoy it as much as you think you will. I will make damn sure of that.”

I felt my chin tremble slightly as she sat back up

“Begin,” she said leaning back on the bed slightly and lifting her right foot up just a few inches away from my face.

I leaned forward and supported her foot in my hands, my cock throbbing even harder as I began to kiss her patent leather shoes.

“That’s it, worship my shoes like a good slave, a slave who knows his place…”

Her words spurred me on to worship her feet even more enthusiastically, hoping that soon she would shed her footwear and allow me to indulge myself with the taste of her bare skin. But as the minutes ticked by Mistress showed no sign of doing so, indeed she seemed to be in no hurry to bring this part of the session to any sort of conclusion.

After a while I glanced upwards to see that Mistress had rucked her mini dress up around her waist, exposing her beautiful thighs, and if that wasn't an erotic enough sight for a man who hadn't cum for thirty days, I also  noticed that she was idly stroking her pussy through her black lingerie.

“Keep your eyes down slave,” she barked, slightly annoyed by my unauthorised peeking.

“Yes Mistress,” I gabbled between breaths, doubling my efforts to make her shoes feel thoroughly worshipped.

Abruptly she pulled her foot away and instructed me to bend down and worship the other shoe on the floor. I bent forward and began to do as instructed and I felt her rest her other foot on my back and lay back flat on the bed.

I must have stayed like that for a good ten minutes, kissing and licking the warm, shiny leather until Mistress groaned loudly and her foot shot upwards almost kicking me in the face. Once her foot had fallen back to the floor I resumed my duties as Mistress recovered from a powerful self-induced orgasm.

Finally she sat up and told me to stop and kneel up. I complied immediately, my back somewhat stiff from the awkward position I had been holding, but not as stiff as my aching cock. A month without relief had left me desperate to be allowed to cum and I would do almost anything Mistress wanted if she would just permit me that release, however depraved.

I kept my head bowed, the luscious scent of her pussy was in the air now and desperate as I was I would have gladly traded my much needed orgasm for the chance to taste her. Almost sensing what I was thinking I heard her sucking her own juices from her fingers before she leaned forward once more and planted a single delicate kiss on my lips.

“My pussy tastes so good slave, don’t you wish you could taste it properly?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said, visibly shuddering as I spoke the words.

“That’s a pity,” she said. “If you hadn’t played with my cock I would probably have let you eat me for as long as you wanted, but of course…” she tailed off leaving the sentence unfinished.

I cursed myself silently for my lack of control. Almost as if she could read my mind Mistress let out a small but evil laugh at my obvious distress.

“You want to taste me so badly don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed, the ache in my voice more than apparent.

“Not today slave.”

I must have looked absolutely heartbroken because Mistress quickly added that I should not worry as she would need my tongue soon enough. It was the first sign of compassion she had shown today.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

I rose to my feet clumsily, my legs stiff after such a long time on my knees. I stood up straight, my hands clasped behind my back as I knew she liked me to present myself. She reached forward and lifted the front of my dark blue T-shirt, felt underneath for my belt and quickly unbuckled it. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my knees. Beneath the hem of my T-shirt my black cotton boxers bulged as my cock finally had the room to reach it’s full height.

Mistress stood up and smoothed her mini-dress down, the material clinging to her gorgeous, full breasts. She stepped closer and kissed me full on the lips, the taste of her pussy was overwhelming and I felt my cock pulse violently. She continued to kiss me, her tongue snaking into my mouth, offering me more of that addictive taste as she gently circled the tip of my cock with her finger tip.

Then she grasped the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my upper half. I would loved to have taken the initiative and lifted her mini-dress off over her shoulders too, but knew it was not my place to do so.

“Just think,” she said reaching inside my boxer shorts and squeezing my cock rhythmically. “This is what you’ll be missing for the next three weeks… think about that next time you are tempted to touch your cock without permission.”

I groaned loudly, a mixture of pleasure and absolute frustration, the thought of being denied her touch for so long was absolute torture and she knew it.

“I’m sure the time will pass quickly,” she whispered. “And you’ll still be allowed to worship me, that should make it easier for you, shouldn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress’ I croaked, not entirely convinced.

“Are you going to touch my cock without permission again?”

“No Mistress, never.”

"Really slave?"

"Yes Mistress, I promise you."

“Good, I knew this would be more effective than the paddle.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You’d take just about anything I could give you now, wouldn’t you, rather than wait three weeks to feel my fingers or my pussy on your cock?”

“Yes Mistress,” I groaned.

“What if I said you could fuck me right now, in return for six strokes of the cane?”

I hesitated a while as she gently manipulated my throbbing cock, a few drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip and soaking into the front of my boxers. As much as I wanted to be inside her and to cum hard within the tight wet warmth of her beautiful cunt, I wasn’t sure I could handle that level of pain for the privilege. Eventually I gave the only answer I felt I could give in the circumstances.

“If it pleases you Mistress.”

Sensing my reluctance, Mistress backed away and sat back down on the edge of the bed. She lifted her foot and pressed the sole against my crotch. The pressure was intensely pleasurable, but also dangerously stimulating.

“No slave,” she spat. “It doesn’t. I have no intention of letting you cum inside me today, you do not deserve such pleasure until you can learn to obey my instructions. Of course... I could cane you anyway, just for fun...”

I hoped she wouldn't and was relieved when she added, "...but perhaps it would be better saved for a day when you actually need it."

I thanked her profusely, I am no pain slut and the cane is something I always strive to avoid at all costs.

I felt Mistress’s foot fall away and the pressure on my crotch subside, just in time as I was leaking more pre-cum onto the cotton boxers that were protruding from my groin. Mistress leaned forward once more and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, sliding them slowly down until my throbbing, erect stalk sprang loose and hung in the air just a few inches from her mouth. She moved forward as if in slow motion until she was just millimetres away from taking me between her parted lips and then looked up at me and breathed heavily onto my twitching cock.

She pulled back, smiling wickedly and then reached for my balls. She curled her fingers behind my sack and circled the top with her finger and thumb. Her other fingers closed around the package and she began to squeeze my overflowing balls, a little harder every time. It was heavenly, but I was so close to cumming now it was becoming impossible to hold back, but I knew that I must for fear of repercussions.

Mistress brought her other hand up and started to claw at my cock with her long painted nails, the pain was exquisite and I had to warn her that if she continued I would not be able to hold back. Mistress looked up at me, and after a few more seconds of squeezing and scratching she let go, just as I started to feel myself tipping over the edge. Thankfully, somehow, my cum stalled in it’s tracks. It felt as though my cock was now primed full of cum and the slightest touch on any part of my throbbing length or balls would be enough to cause it to explode from the tip. I could almost feel it, hovering an inch from the end of my urethra, and I wondered how long I could reasonably hope to keep it there.

Mistress studied me from her position on the bed, watched as my cock throbbed and bobbed in the air, desperate for that one last stroke which would truly signal the end of my chastity period. She must have known just from looking at me that my situation was desperate and she looked as if she was enjoying every second of it.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission slave,” she warned, a hint of menace in her voice.

I somehow managed to hold back, using every trick I could think of to maintain control for those vital last few seconds.

She sat in silence for a short while, enjoying my internal struggle to obey her, before finally showing pity and ordering me to kneel once again.

I sank to my knees, the impending orgasm receding slightly as the seconds ticked by, but still my cock felt like it was full of cum and ready to explode at any second.

She reached out and squeezed my left nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. She squeezed it harder, and harder again before moving over to the other one, eventually leaving both of them tender and bullet hard.

“Three weeks slave, three long weeks without my touch… how will you cope with that?”

“I don’t know Mistress,” came my honest answer.

“Well, there’s one thing slave, you’d better not touch MY cock without permission, otherwise I will just roll that three weeks over, and I’ll keep rolling it over until I know MY cock has felt no pleasure for a whole three weeks, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You’d better.”

She stared at me for at least a couple of minutes, her hard nipples clearly visible through the clingy material of her mini-dress.

“That being said… you have given me some lovely orgasms this last month and I wouldn’t want you to think that your efforts aren’t appreciated…”

“Thank you Mistress.” Her approval meant more to me than she could possibly imagine.

“Appreciated, but expected nonetheless slave!”

“Of course Mistress.”

She dragged her nails down my body, across both nipples, down across my stomach and either side of my twitching cock to the middle of my thighs, the pain was absolute heaven.

“As such, I have decided that you will be allowed to cum today slave.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I gasped, realising that I had been holding my breath and genuinely relieved that the pressure she had built up inside me would be granted release today.

“The only question is where…”

I looked up at her hopefully as she lifted the hem of her mini-dress to expose her black lacy panties.

“I already said not today,” she snarled, dropping the hem and smiling at my visible disappointment.

I lowered my gaze once more, not wishing to annoy her or jeopardize any other avenues which might currently remain open.

“I know where you’d like to cum,” she said. “And I might let you if you beg nicely enough.”

I raised my head slightly and looked up at her, unsure as to which part of her she was referring to. I was pretty sure it was either her breasts or her feet, but I knew that it was more likely to be her feet and if I begged to cum on her breasts and she meant her feet she might not allow me to cum at all. After a few seconds of deliberation I decided to play safe.

“My wonderful Mistress… may I please be permitted to cum on your beautiful feet?”

“Perhaps…” she said enigmatically. “Or, perhaps you might choose an alternative.”

I looked at her a little dumbly, confused by this new development.

“It’s up to you of course, I know you love my feet and I’m sure you would love to spray your load all over them, but…”

She paused for a moment watching me as I pictured her cum covered feet in my mind’s eye.

“…let’s not be too hasty. As it stands, you are about to begin three long weeks of complete denial… what if there was a way you could reduce that, would you be interested?”

I let the thought permeate my brain and a warning light flashed inside my head, what if she was going to offer the cane as an alternative?

“I’m not sure Mistress,” I answered cautiously.

Mistress raised an eyebrow.

“Well slave, it’s your choice, should I at least give you your options?”

“Yes…please Mistress.”

“Very well slave, you may cum on my feet, but if you do then you will wait the full three weeks as previously decided. Alternatively, you may cum on my shoes, in which case your period of denial will be reduced to two weeks, or you can cum in your own hand, in which case you will only have to endure a single week. Lastly, you can choose to forego your orgasm altogether, in which case your punishment will be annulled completely."

Mistress paused for a moment, allowing my choices to sink in before adding.

"And of course I don’t need to tell you slave, that wherever you choose to cum, if you choose to cum, you will be licking up your mess for me…”

“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

The last part was no big deal for me as I had long since become accustomed to the taste of my own cum and would gladly swallow it for my Mistress at any time, indeed I could not remember the last time she had allowed me to cum without the proviso that I would swallow my cum for her.

“Well…”

I realised that perhaps twenty seconds had passed since Mistress had finished laying out my options and I was no nearer to making a decision. I knew that foregoing my orgasm completely was not an option, since I was still hovering perilously close to climax. Cumming in my hand would mean only seven days of waiting, but wouldn’t be nearly as satisfactory as licking my cum from Mistress’s beautiful feet, but the thought of waiting three long weeks was just too much.

“I’m waiting slave, decide quickly or I will decide for you.”

Spurred into action by Mistress’s threat I quickly made my choice and blurted out my decision.

“Shoes Mistress... please may I be allowed to cum on your shoes…”

Mistress smiled wickedly.

“Good slave, I’m pleased with your choice… I would have been disappointed if you’d taken too easy an option, so then, perhaps I could tempt you to make another decision for me?”

I looked into Mistress’s beautiful dark eyes and wondered what evil twist she had in store for me now.

“Ruin it for me and I’ll halve your punishment.”

Oh God no, she couldn’t do that, not now… but it would bring her touch that much closer, and it was clear from her voice that she wanted it, as such anything else would be putting my own pleasure before hers, and that was a novices’ error that would be bound to lead to some kind of punishment further down the line.
I swallowed hard and bowed my head.

“I will ruin it for you Mistress.”

Mistress shifted restlessly on the bed and I was sure that my absolute submission was making her pussy very wet indeed, perhaps there would be a chance for me to taste her after all.

“Good slave,” she purred as she lifted her foot up to my chest. “Take my shoes off.”

Once again I looked at her dumbly, and then the penny dropped, she had tricked me. I thought I had agreed to lick my cum off her shoes while they were still on her feet, but in actual fact…

As the realisation began to dawn on me Mistress couldn’t help but let out a giggle at my foolishness. She had set a trap and I had walked right into it and now I would have to completely humiliate myself in front of her.
I reached up and obediently unbuckled the strap at the back of Mistress’s heel, gazing longingly at Mistress’s adorable toes and the other parts of her feet that were plainly visible in the gaps between the patent leather strips that made up the shoes in question. How could I have been so stupid?

I removed the shoe and Mistress offered her other foot, her hand already moving between her legs as she reveled in her utter dominance over me. I removed the second shoe and placed them together on the floor in front of me, my cock still achingly hard and throbbing above them.

Mistress opened her legs now and blatantly pushed her fingers inside her sodden panties, masturbating freely as she watched me do her bidding. Her shoulder length hair hung back from her head as she leaned back, watching me through half closed eyes as she brought herself closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Do it,” she hissed mercilessly.

I reached down and curled my fingers around my poor throbbing cock, it responded immediately and within a dozen strokes I felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm approaching. I held back for as long as I could, determined to extract the maximum possible pleasure from my ruined orgasm, but not daring to overstep the mark for fear of further punishment.  

Mistress moaned as she felt her own orgasm approach and I joined in as I  felt the first rope of cum erupt half-heartedly from my throbbing stalk. I had obediently taken my hand away a few seconds previously and now could only watch and clench my muscles desperately as I tried in vain to garner some pleasure from the orgasm that she had robbed me of.

I looked up to see her still watching me, her eyes narrow slits as she masturbated furiously, her fingers moving frantically inside her panties until with a sharp cry she bucked wildly, falling back onto the bed as she thrashed her way through a massively intense orgasm. It was probably the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life.

I looked down at my still twitching, still rock-hard, unsatisfied cock and the cum covered shoes laying on the carpet below. Mistress lay flat out on the bed, breathing heavily, her face flushed, she wasn’t watching me now, but I knew what I had to do, what I must always do when I am allowed release, ruined or not. I picked up the right shoe, lifted it to my mouth and eagerly began cleaning up my cum...

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Feeling cucky...

I've mentioned on here before about how conflicted I feel about the fact that I get turned on by cuckolding stories... I know this is not something I want to do (and I know I couldn't cope with it), and yet part of me feels drawn to this. It fucks my head up big-time. About a year ago I read a story in a magazine and it made me feel dizzy, but also appalled with myself that it turned me on so much. I read the story several times back then and today I picked up that same magazine and read it again. It scares the shit out of me how hard it made me reading this, I genuinely wanted nothing more than to jerk my cock until I exploded... thankfully I resisted, but once again it made me feel dizzy just reading this, especially the part with Mike and Linda in the car.
So anyway, it took a long time to type it out, but I really want to share this with you because I know some of you are going to REALLY get off on this post. Plus if I ever lose the magazine at least I'll have it on here...


FEELING CUCKY

I have always found the idea of being cuckolded (the shame and humiliation) wildly exciting. I'd confessed this to my wife, Marie, but though she found it funny and liked to tease me about it, sometimes she showed no signs of wanting to make it happen.

It wasn't through lack of opportunities. Marie, I should explain, is absolutely stunning. Like me she is 28 and she really does have it all going on - long, slim legs,a perfect little arse, narrow waist and nice big tits just begging to be played with. Honestly she could have any man she liked if she wasn't so shy and reserved, just as well, or I wouldn't have had a look in.

Things started to change about a year ago when Mariestarted a new job. This is where she met Linda - a tall, slim, attractive blonde, maybe 4 or 5 years older than her. They quickly became firm friends though I couldn't really understand why. Linda is almost the exact opposite of Marie - loud, bossy, a bit wild and although she is very classy-looking, really she is a tart, constantly cheating on her long suffering husband. I really didn't like her or the obvious influence she was having on Marie.

Honestly it was all 'Linda says this, or 'Linda does that'. I began to notice a change in my wife. Her dress sense got more daring - shorter skirts and tight tops and she started going out more and more without me. Linda, for her part, clearly disdained me as a boring wimp, believing her new best friend could do so much better for herself.

One night I came home from working late to find Marie and Linda knocking back glasses of wine. Marie was giggling as Linda was telling her about her latest young stud - his name was Luke. He was 22 and apparently the best, most dominant lover she'd ever had. I listened as she boasted about his magnificent body, not to mention his thick, long cock.

I must admit it turned me on a bit hearing how this sexy, older woman was getting royally fucked by a well-hung stud. Marie and I knew the guy she was talking about, we had met him and Linda out together a few weeks before and he had blatantly chatted up my pretty wife right in front of me. I was used to guys hitting on my wife, but something about his extreme self-confidence , powerful physique and and good looks really intimidated me. Then there was Marie's reactions. She told me later she thought he was too full of himself and arrogant, but I could tell he interested her. I must admit the thought of them together had me beating myself off more than a few times.

Linda was getting quite drunk and began to tell us just how under the thumb her husband is. Apparently he knew all about her many affairs and put up with them. Luke thought this was funny and decided he would make him really suffer by forcing him to watch his wife being fucked. Since then he and Linda had come up with different ways to humiliate him, such as dressing him in panties or making him lick clean Linda's pussy after Luke had come inside her.

'The poor guy does whatever he's told', she said. 'He loves it as well, just wanks his little dick silly'.

Linda tried to explain why she treated him so badly. 'He's a wimp and he needs to know his place. His job is to work hard to provide for me and leave the screwing to real men who know how to please a woman'. She said that if more men accepted this there would be fewer divorces and everyone would be happier. 'Don't you think so Mike?' she said, fixing me with a hard stare. 'If you couldn't satisfy Marie, wouldn't you want some stud to do it for you?.

I blushed and caught Marie's eye, noticing her amused smile. Linda noticed how uncomfortable I was and moved in for the kill. She told me that Luke had really fancied Marie when we met.

'Maybe she will be his next conquest. Would you like that Mike? Would you like your wife to fuck a real man for a change? Does your dick get hard thinking about it?'

The truth was that it did and my cock was tenting my trousers. Linda noticed and laughed hysterically, even Marie was giggling. There was something arousing about having two sexy women mocking me and laughing at me as my weakness was exposed.

Just to get rid of her, I offered to run Linda home, but she started on me again in the car. She told me again how much Luke fancied Marie and how he was determined to get into her pants. She also told me that he always gets any girl he fancies eventually. Apparently as well as Linda he was fucking at least two other married women, plus a girl due to get married the following month.

I said that Luke was a bastard for messing with other guy's wives. She just laughed and said, 'Yeah, he's a bastard, but he's a bastard that's going to be having your wife. If guys like you can't keep your women happy, it's your own fault. You don't deserve a girl as sexy as Marie, so step aside and let a real man have her.

She went on to describe how good a lover Luke is, how strong his body is and how his big dick stayed hard for hours, treating any girl lucky enough to have it inside them to powerfully intense orgasms, and lots of them.
'Do you think you can compete with that, Mike?' she asked. 'Marie is next in line and it is going to happen. Your best bet is to accept it.'

Linda told me to pull over and leaned in close to me. 'Go home and tell Marie that you know what's been going on. Tell her it's OK. Deep down you want it to happen anyway, don't you? You're a nice guy Mike, but lets face it, you're a wimp. You know you've never really satisfied her, so let her do this, she deserves it.'
It was all true and I sat slumped and defeated.

'Just think about it, Mike,' Linda breathed in my ear, 'Your sweet little wife is going to open her legs for my young stud. He'll have her so worked up she'll be begging him to fuck her. Then he'll bury his thick, hard cock deep inside her. She will love it. He'll make her feel things a wimp like you could only dream of. He'll love it too, knowing he's cuckolded another limp-dicked loser. As Marie comes again and again she'll tell him that she loves him, that she will do anything he wants her to.'

She felt my shamefully hard dick, squeezing along it's modest length.

'Does that excite you then?' she laughed. 'Oh what a pathetic little cock. Poor Marie, no wonder she's so frustrated.'

She took my hand and planted it on my crotch and I started to rub myself.

'Get used to that,' she said. 'You'll be doing a lot of wanking soon. Once Luke has Marie you won't get a look in.'

I couldn't stop myself. I can't explain it but something about Linda's taunting made me want her to totally humiliate me and I took my cock out to openly wank in front of her. She was clearly enjoying herself too.

'Luke just loves fucking other guy's wives,' she taunted. 'Especially weak wankers like you. He'll love doing it in front of you so you can see how much Marie enjoys it. And the funny thing is you'll want to see it. You'll beg him to make it happen. You'll get down on your knees and beg and I'll be there to see it. I just love seeing you guys totally humiliated.

It was too much and I shot my load all over the dashboard. Later that night I told Marie that if she ever did have an affair it wouldn't be a big deal for me. She didn't seem surprised. A couple of days later she was dressed to go out and I asked her if she was seeing him. She just gave me a tiny nod and a sad little smile. I felt physically sick watching her walk away from the house looking more beautiful than I could ever remember, but admit I spent the evening wanking and trying to imagine what was happening.

Over the next few weeks, Marie went out two or three times a week, returning home late. We didn't discuss it, but it was obvious where she was going. One night she got home when I was already in bed. She jumped in beside me and after a few minutes I realised she was fingering herself, no doubt reliving the night's events. Without a word I crawled between her legs and started to lap at her pussy. It was obvious she had been fucked recently and that I was licking up Luke's cum.

We both knew how pathetic I was being, but I didn't care, it was my way of showing that I had accepted my place, a clear signal of submission to him and her. Mare held me tightly in place, moaning softly. 'Eat it, eat it all up,' she repeated over and over until she came.

I knew that if I tried to stop Marie seeing her lover she might leave. By accepting it, I knew she wouldn't. She could have it all, love and security from me, deeply satisfying sex from him. It sounds strange, but I felt a kind of relief. In my heart of hearts I knew I wasn't much of a lover and that there was often a tension between us. That was gone and I had to admit Marie was happier and more content than I'd ever seen her. She was nicer to me, though, as Linda had predicted, there was no sex for me. Instead I was wanking round the clock.

Things would have been fine if it wasn't for that bitch Linda. Hell bent on winding me up, she would phone me up regularly to tell me all the dirty things Marie and Luke were getting up to, things I had never done with her. I always tended to treat her like a Princess, Luke, by contrast treated her like a slut to do with as he pleased. It seemed she rather liked that.

It was through Linda that I learned that Luke had taken to shagging both of them together which made me more jealous than anything. What an ego boost to have two beautiful, older, married women to do whatever he liked with. I was told how they would fall to their knees either side of him and lick, kiss and suck his cock and balls in worship. When one was getting fucked the other one might suck his heavy ballsack or lick his asshole. Sometimes one might lick the spunk from the other one's pussy or tits.

Linda thought it would be fun to record some of their exploits on her mobile phone then send me the results. So it was I got my first look at my wife's infidelity. It was a short clip of Marie on her knees sucking Luke's impressive cock.

The second showed her down on all fours being taken from behind. It started with a close-up of her wet pussy being pounded, then moved under to show her big tits swinging back and forth. It finished with a close-up of her sweet face just as a huge orgasm engulfed her.

The final one had Luke fucking then coming all over her tits. When he was done she leant down to suck his cock clean, her big blue eyes gazing upwards to his handsome face as he gently stroked her long black hair. I wanked myself silly that night, watching those clips over and over again.

Linda phoned me the next day to ask if I had enjoyed the clips. Had I tossed off over them? I admitted I had. Did I now want to watch for real? Again, I said yes. She told me that I would have to ask Luke in person.

Marie was away working for a few days so I steeled myself and went to see him the following night.
It was simply the most humiliating experience of my life and inevitably Linda was there to witness it. For starters, I had to endure the taunts of cocky, arrogant Luke. He asked me if I enjoyed wanking knowing he was enjoying my wife's tight body. He told me he knew he would be having Marie as soon as he met us, one look at me and he knew she wasn't being properly satisfied and would be his for the taking. It had taken longer than expected, but that was OK. It just made the moment sweeter when it finally came.

He thought she was a bit stuck up at first, but this would be good too. He had enjoyed 'fucking the snootiness out of her' and making her his 'obedient little slut'. To prove just how much she was in his control he told me how he recently 'loaned' her out to his nineteen year old brother and some of his mates. It made me sick to think of Marie being used as a sex toy by a bunch of horny teenagers, but what could I do? Anyway, she hadn't objected and the boys had loved having a 'big-titted married slut' to play with.

Then there was Linda, clearly intent on making this as difficult as possible. I hate her but have to admit she sure knows how to push my buttons to make me truly submissive. She got me down on my knees, took out her mobile, switched on the camera and had me 'confess'. Hanging my head I found myself telling it all: 'My name is Mike and I am a worthless wimp. My wife is having an affair with a much younger man which I must accept because I am not a real man and I cannot satisfy her. I have a very small dick and I cannot keep it up. This is why my wife is cheating on me. I like this very much. It excites me to know a real man is giving her what I can't. I am here to beg him to let me watch him fuck her'.

Then I did just that. With Luke., strong and powerful, standing over me, I stayed on my knees and begged. I told him that he was superior to me in every way and had every right to fuck my wife. To prove I 'knew my place' I got right down on the floor and licked his boots, then licked Linda's for good measure. All of this was captured on video.

If I'd been told a few months earlier that I'd be grovelling at the feet of my wife's lover, begging for the privilege of watching him fuck her, I'd have laughed. Not even in my wildest fantasies had I done this, yet here I was, doing just that, and I was really getting off on it. This became obvious when Linda and Luke made me strip and laughed hysterically at my stiff little dick.

Linda gave me a pair of panties to wear, then took out a a bright red marker pen. She wrote the word 'cuckold' across my chest, then under it 'loser'. Finally she added 'small dicked wimp' across my stomach. I posed for the camera some more before she turned it off. She told me that if I didn't do exactly as I was told or if I ever tried to stop Marie doing anything she wanted in the future, she would make sure that everyone I knew would see this footage.

Then Luke and Linda fucked right in front of me, giving me a taster of what was to come. I'm forced to admit that Luke was magnificent and it was fun watching Linda being dominated and given so many orgasms. I'd no choice but to wank myself off over and over as I watched in awe. When Luke was ready to come he slipped on a condom which he filled with his cum.

'Get this on film, Linda' he said, stanidng over me and forcing me to lick clean his cock. Then Linda emptied the contents of the condom into my mouth and made me swallow the lot.

I thought I was spent but as Linda pointed out as she made me watch back the video clips, I got another erection performing this final indignity.

As I write this, the day I watch my wife being fucked senseless is fast approaching and I'm shivering in anticipation at what will be done to me. Linda has warned me that Luke will humiliate me so badly that any last scrap of respect Marie has for me will be shattered. She told me what had happened to her own husband recently.

After watching him fuck his wife as usual, he was taken out to the back garden, ordered to strip, get on his knees and lick out his wife's well fucked cunt. When he was done, Luke pulled out his cock and proceeded to piss all over him. Then Linda squatted over him and gave him another golden shower. They left him there shivering and covered in piss while they went back inside and carried on fucking by the window, in full view of him.

Luke truly is a cruel, sadistic bastard and I'm sure he gets as much pleasure from humiliating and destroying the husband as he does from fucking the wife. I have no idea what he has in store for me but I do know that I will have no choice but to submit.

Mike S, Edinburgh

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Domination at Home (written in the late 90's)

Another very old story, written for Forum and published way back (and re-published in Foreplay magazine just a few months ago I notice!), this is either the first or second story I ever submitted to a magazine, probably even as far back as the late 90’s.


I watched the blue ‘loading-bar’ as it slid across the screen, underneath there was a message.

‘1 of 1 messages received.’

It was from my wife. We corresponded all the time when were at work, but about once a month I would receive a special message, question was, would this be it?

I clicked open the email and the saw the one word I had been waiting for all week.

‘Stop’.

My pulse quickened as I closed the email. That was it. I was not allowed to cum again until my wife/Mistress granted permission. This meant that sometime in the next few days I would be granted a session of domination.

Of course as soon as I am told I cannot cum, my cock takes every opportunity to piss me off by getting hard on an unbelievably regular basis. But then, my mind tends to lead it astray.

The frustration built over the next few days, each trip to the toilet a challenge not to jack my aching cock. This wasn’t helped by my wife’s habit of grabbing my cock when we went to bed and stroking it softly and slowly, ensuring that I was rock hard before kissing me and turning over to go to sleep.

Once she did give me the option of cumming and I gave in, but this just meant that the session was moved back a few days and I was no better off in the long run. Plus, she made me lick her fingers clean as a punishment.

This time I was not giving in, and finally the day of the session arrived. I was sitting in our lounge having a couple of drinks to calm my nerves when my wife ordered me up the stairs.

I followed her silently into out bedroom to find that on the bed was a wide-based dildo, some thin ropes, some lube a blindfold and some wrist-cuffs.

She told me to strip and watched me as I did so. When I was naked she moved towards me and slid her hand around my cock. I was shaking with nerves but my cock gradually hardened.

“You have ten minutes to get ready.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I replied as she moved out of the room and closed the door behind her.

I knew she had gone to her dressing room to prepare herself and set about getting ready myself. I wound the ropes around my cock and balls until I was as hard as an iron bar, with my balls separated and very tight in their sack. Next I put some lube on the dildo and eased it into my asshole. Finally I fastened the cuffs around my wrists and put on the blindfold.

Within a few seconds my Mistress returned, she was not fully ready though I could not see her. She helped me onto the bed and fastened my wrists to the bedposts. Satisfied that I couldn’t see, she checked the dildo was in place and that my cock and balls were bound properly. Despite the fact that my cock looked as if it was about the explode she obviously felt the need to squeeze it and then dragged long nail from the tip right down to my tightly stretched balls.

I winced as she did this but this merely brought a satisfied chuckle from my Mistress.

Next I heard her unscrew a jar and something cold and sticky being applied to my stretched nutsack. It took a few minutes for the vapour rub to start to work by which time I was alone again, my Mistress having left me to finish her preparations.

After about ten minutes or so she returned once again. She said nothing but placed a hand on my leg as she moved nearer. Then I heard a sound and she held a hand out over my straining cock. A few seconds later a drop of ice cold water fell onto my skin and slid down my shaft.

I winced again as another drop followed and soon they were rolling over my warm, throbbing balls. Now Mistress decided to apply the ice directly to my skin until the cube had completely melted and then she finished this part of the session with a few swats of the crop to my cock and balls.

Again she left me to stew for a while, and when she returned she swung herself onto the bed and straddled my face, holding her pussy just a few inches out of reach.

I love to eat Mistress’s pussy and I love to lick her ass too, and of course my Mistress knows this only too well. The smell of her pussy so close made me even harder and she grasped my cock softly and resumed her slow teasing wank.

“Do you want to lick my pussy slave?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mistress, I want to please you…”

Mistress dropped her wet slit onto my face, pushing my nose against her asshole.

“Get on with it,” she spat.

I began exploring her beautiful pink slit with my tongue, desperately trying to concentrate on making her cum. But after several minutes Mistress puller herself up and turned around, straddling my waist.

“Oh dear slave, it seems you have failed, and you so wanted to lick my beautiful ass, didn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, I am so very sorry.”

“Well slave, maybe I am not so heartless as you think. Perhaps I might find it in my heart to grant your wish, as long as you do exactly as I say.”

“Thank you Mistress, you know I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“Good.”

Mistress slid back and rubbed my cock against her sopping wet cunt.

“Now I am going to fuck you until you fill me with your thick, creamy spunk… and then, and only then, you will be permitted to tongue my gorgeous arse. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you so much.”

She sank down onto my cock, enrobing my throbbing cock in her silky wetness and thoroughly coating it in her juices. Then she pulled off me and slid forward a few inches, until the blunt tip of my cock was pressing against her puckered hole.

I gasped in disbelief as I felt her slowly impale herself on my rock-hard stalk. The pressure was almost too much immediately and I fought to keep control as my tightly bound balls churned, eager to dispense their payload.

As Mistress’s ass slowly pushed down onto my cock, stretching to accommodate my granite-hard girth and pushing the moment of my inevitable climax closer and closer, she ripped off my blindfold and stared threateningly into my eyes.

“And you better not miss a single drop, or next time will be REALLY bad.”

Your Choice (written in the early 00's)

This is another very old story that I wrote for submission to Forum magazine, I can’t remember whether they ever printed it or not. Again it’s not really up to the standard of my newer stuff, but it’s entertaining in it’s own way...


Mistress stood over me, facing away, her hands spreading her gorgeous ass cheeks to expose her tight hole. I was tied to the bed, hand and foot and aching to cum after a good 45 minutes of teasing and punishment at Mistress’s hand.

“I know this is all you dream about, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Mistress,” the words barely escaped my dry throat.

“And seeing as you’ve been such a very good slave today, even when I clawed your poor cock so hard, I’m going to give you a treat.”

Her fingers spread her cheeks further, one moving to tease her tight puckered hole as she crouched down above my face.

“Yes a treat, I’m going to let you make a decision. Don’t get too excited though…”

Mistress rubbed her fingertip against her asshole for a few seconds and then pushed it into my mouth. My cock pulsed as I tasted her, her finger rubbing against my eager tongue.

“Oh yes, that’s good isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed.

“And you want to taste it properly don’t you?”

“Yes please Mistress,” I said, a hint of desperation in my voice.

“And I bet your poor cock wants to shoot too, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm, yes Mistress, please…”

She started to tease her asshole again, just inches from my face. I hardly blinked as I watched, not wanting to miss even a moment.

“Well slave, we can’t always have everything we want, or at least you can’t.”

She stood up again and leaned forward, her glistening pussy lips slightly parted beneath her leather skirt. She grasped my rock hard cock and started to pump it.

“So slave, which is it to be? Do you want to lick your Mistress’s beautiful ass or would you rather I let you cum?”

My head was spinning as she wanked my cock. If I chose to cum I would have to wait at least another month for a chance to taste her ass…

“I…I want to lick your ass Mistress, please.”

“Do you? And you understand that if I allow this then you won’t be allowed to cum today?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And that if you should happen to cum, then you would be severely punished?”

“Yes Mistress.”

I would say anything to get my tongue up her ass, even though I should have known I was walking right into her trap.

Mistress smiled at me between her legs, rubbing her clit as she did so.

“Good, I like a slave who appreciates the finer things in life.”

Mistress lowered herself to her knees and then placed her sodden cunt onto my face, rubbing herself against my nose and chin. I longed to stick out my tongue and lick her juices from her slippery skin, but I knew better than to do so unbidden.

“Mmmm, very good slave, you are very obedient, I like that.”

She grasped my aching cock again and moved her body forward slightly, her asshole now right next to my waiting mouth.

“Now then slave, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Just one or two things to remember. You can lick my ass for as long as you like, but if you stop you can’t stop again. The second you stop I will get off you and the session will be over, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And one other thing, although I said you could lick me for as long as you like, that wasn’t strictly true. What I meant to say was you can lick me for as long as you can stop yourself from cumming. Because I am going to be jerking your cock the whole time, and as you chose to lick my ass and not cum, you had better stop licking before you cum, hadn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Otherwise what will happen?”

“I will be punished Mistress.”

“No slave, you will be severely punished.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Without another word her ass covered my mouth and I was told to begin. I eagerly lapped at her delicious asshole, probing it with my tongue until it ached and then licking in small circles, teasing her hole with it. Meanwhile Mistress entertained herself by alternately scratching my cock and balls with her exquisite fingernails and jerking my shaft furiously, occasionally sucking the head into her mouth to keep it lubricated.

Such a frenzied attack soon bore fruit, especially with me stimulated by the submissive sensation of licking my beloved Mistress’s ass and I soon felt the point of no return approaching. As I considered my options for a brief second I realised that it was already too late and decided that I had no option but to take whatever punishment Mistress wished to give me.

I forced my tongue deeper into Mistress’s asshole, making her pump my cock all the harder. She knew this would happen and squeezed my cock in her tight fingers, desperate to make me cum so that she could exact her revenge.

A few seconds later a rope of cum erupted from the tip of my cock and I was left thrusting against thin air as Mistress let go of my cock, ruining the rest of my orgasm. Instead she focussed on pushing down on my tongue, pressing my tongue deeper and deeper into her pungent asshole.

Finally she pulled off me and pushed her cum covered fingers into my mouth.

“Lick them clean,” she ordered.

I did as I was told even though I was intensely frustrated by what she had done and could still feel my cum slowly dripping out of my neglected cock and onto my stomach.

“Well slave you were warned and you disobeyed me. Now you must pay the price.”

I looked at her shocked as she removed her fingers from my mouth and wiped them on my cheek.

“Ah, did you think that me ruining your orgasm was your punishment?”

She laughed cruelly as my face told her that that was exactly what I has surmised.

She got off the bed for a moment and moved out of my sight. When she returned she was wearing a large strap-on. She grabbed my legs and lifted me up slightly, wedging a cushion under me.

“Can you guess where this is going?” she said, pointing to the impressive looking rubber cock.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Hadn’t you better start begging for some lube?”

“Yes Mistress, please may I have some lube?”

“That wasn’t begging, that was pathetic, try again and this is your last chance so make it good.”

She slid onto the bed rubbing her fingers over the dildo, wanking it as if it was a real cock.

“Please, please my beautiful Mistress, please may I have some lube?”

I was scared and it showed, thankfully this time Mistress was satisfied.

“Very well…”

She opened a large jar of petroleum jelly and fucked it with the dildo, thoroughly coating it in the sticky jelly.

“Spread your legs,” she barked.

I did as I was told, but Mistress forced them even wider before pressing the tip of the dildo hard against my asshole and pushing it slowly inside. I winced as the dildo opened me up.

“Be quiet! I warned you, but you didn’t listen did you?”

“No Mistress.”

She slowly but firmly rocked backwards and forwards, easing the huge fake cock inside me until she was in almost as far as she could get. I felt completely invaded and defiled.

“Does that feel good slave?”

“A little too big Mistress.”

She laughed and pushed the dildo in right to the hilt, before pulling it out sharply. A second or two passed and then she plunged it right the way back in again, bringing a howl from me. Thank God she’d already fucked me with her regular strap-on earlier in the session.

“You will learn to obey me in future won’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I gasped as Mistress started to increase the pace.

“Yes Mistress,” she mimicked, pumping the rubber shaft even harder into my poor stretched asshole.

Then she dragged her nails across my balls once again and up the underside of my cock. I was completely unprepared for this and let out a sharp hiss of pain. Unfazed by this Mistress continued to scratch and claw at my cock until it became rock hard once again.

She grasped my throbbing cock in her fist and started to jerk me once again, matching the thrusts to the ones her dildo was making into my ass.

“I could do this all night,” she said. “But this time all you have to do to make it stop is to cum for me.”

Somehow from the devious tone of her voice I sensed that that wouldn’t quite be the end of the matter, but she had all the control and I had none so I tried to concentrate on the pleasure she was giving me with her hand and ignore the brutal fucking she was giving my arse.

“Come on slave, I know you can do it, why do you think I ruined your orgasm. Do it now, I want to see you shoot all over your chest.”

She pumped my cock harder and harder and I began to feel the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm once again.

“Try and remember how you felt when you were licking my gorgeous arse, I know that turns you on. Or maybe there’s some new twisted little fantasy that you haven’t told me about yet because you’re scared that I’ll make you do it?”

I screwed up my eyes as I felt my balls tighten, the pain in my arse and soreness of my ravaged cock unbearable, I had to cum, just to make it stop.

“I wonder what that could be,” mused Mistress. “Perhaps you want me to piss on you, is that it?”

Mistress’s grip grew ever tighter, her strokes harder and harder until finally I gritted my teeth as my spunk forced it’s way to the tip of my cock, spewing out in three or four spurts onto my stomach, adding to the pool that was already there. Even then Mistress continued to fuck my ass as hard as she could as she squeezed out every last drop of cum from my poor battered prick.

At last she relented and released my cock, smiling as it fell from her grasp, spent and unable to stand up by itself. She pulled the dildo out of my ass, leaving me feeling momentarily empty, and then climbed over my legs and sat astride me, the thick dildo smeared with the shiny Vaseline. Then she began rubbing the rubber cock into the cold spunk that spattered my stomach.

“Has my little slave figured out what I’m going to do next?”

Finally it dawned on me what Mistress’s last humiliating punishment was to be, I prayed that I was wrong, but Mistress smiled as she saw the dread in my eyes.

“Please Mistress, please don’t make me do that!” I knew I was helpless with my wrists tied, but I had to try something and begging seemed like a good idea.

She looked at me with her head on one side, a certain softness in her eyes giving me a modicum of hope.

“Well, I suppose it would be very nasty of me to make you do that…” she whispered, while looking down at the cum covered dildo.

I sighed loudly, relief washing over me, but as it turned out, rather prematurely.

“…but I am nasty, and I like watching you suffer, it makes me wet.”

I groaned in despair.

“And now, you are going to beg to be allowed to clean up your mess.”

A couple of seconds passed and with no response forthcoming from me she reached behind her back and roughly grabbed my balls, squeezing them viciously.

“Beg me, or you’ll never get near my ass ever again.”

Her fingers tightened harshly around my swollen balls and I knew I really had no choice. I begged several times until she was satisfied, and then she slowly moved towards me, held my head firmly and started to fuck my mouth.

Monday, 23 May 2011

You'll Get Your Reward (written sometime in the early 00's)

This is an old story I found, and one which isn't really up to the standard of my later writing but still may be of interest to some. I'm guessing it was written sometime around the turn of the century, but I'm not 100% sure. I hope you enjoy it anyway. More to follow...

It had been a tough seven days. In the week leading up to our monthly Femdom session Mistress had allowed me to fuck her three times and each time she had told me to tell her when I was close to coming. I had hoped she might allow me to cum, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, after each time I was told to stop I was ordered to make her cum with my tongue and then had to try and get to sleep while she dozed off happily. Of course this is Mistress’s choice and I must obey her wishes… but every time that she told me to stop, she also told me ‘You’ll get your reward’. This was interesting.

Finally the day of the session arrived and I was more than ready for anything she was going to throw at me. All I knew was that I really needed to cum - badly!

After a gentle introduction Mistress told me to fit my cock ring and then carefully positioned my rock hard cock on a small table. She then mounted the table and took great delight in standing on my poor cock with all her weight, the weave of her fishnets pressing harshly into my tight, delicate skin.

After a while she tired of this and dismounted the table. She bent down and grabbed my cock, her nails sticking into the sides as she pulled to my feet and over to the bed.

“I hope you’re in the mood to get fucked in the ass slave!”

“If it pleases you Mistress,” I deferred meekly.

“Good, because I’m certainly in the mood. Get on your hands and knees.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I saw Mistress retrieve several strap-on’s of varying sizes from her drawer (she always did this so that I wouldn’t know which one to expect).

“Hmm, which one should I use today slave, the big one, the bigger one… or the really big one?”

“Whichever pleases you Mistress,” I said, hoping it was smallest one.

“Very good slave, there’s no catching you out is there?”

She climbed on the bed and I felt her fingers push a glob of vapour rub into my asshole. After a few seconds it started to heat up as the menthol took effect. Then I felt the tip of her dildo start to push inside. I gritted my teeth as she slowly fed it in, pushing back onto the fake cock to ease it’s passage.

Mistress really was in the mood to fuck and after what felt like ages she finally pulled the dildo from stretched ass. She stood up on the bed and walked in front of me, the strap-on jutting from her groin. After a few seconds enjoying the look in my eyes, she peeled the condom off the strap-on and tossed it aside.

“Head up, open wide,” she laughed as she grabbed my head and forced the warm dildo into my mouth.

I had barely had a chance to take a breath, but Mistress was not messing about. Her hips moved forward while her hands held my head still and she fucked my mouth, deeper and deeper until my nose was pressed hard against her soft skin.

“Very good slave,” she said as she watched the cock fuck my mouth. Then she pulled it out and climbed off the bed.

“Now you are going to make me cum,” she said. “And while you are doing it I want your balls to be burning.”

She reached between my legs and coated my balls with muscle relaxant. After just a few seconds the heat began to permeate my skin and quickly turned from a nice warming sensation into a harsh burning pain. I blocked the pain out of my mind as I savoured the taste of Mistress’s delicious pussy. Thankfully Mistress came very quickly, although once that diversion was removed I had nothing to focus on but the burning between my legs.

“Very good slave, you have pleased me. Now take that cock ring off.”

I carefully removed the rubber cock ring that kept my cock rock hard and also encircled my balls, keeping them tight in their sack and stretching the skin thin (which probably made the heat gel work even better than it would have normally).

“Now lay down on your back.”

Mistress chained my wrists and ankles to the bed and then left me to cool down for a moment while she had a sip of her wine. When she returned she dragged her long nails down the length of my cock and across my balls.

“Are you ready to cum yet slave?”

“Only if it pleases you Mistress.”

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes. So where would you like to cum then slave? Maybe on my gorgeous tits, or maybe you think you deserve to shoot it into my hot, wet pussy? Of course, that would mean a lovely sloppy mess for you to clean afterwards and I know how much you love to drink your cum out of me, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said, feeling my cheeks reddening slightly.

Her hand began firmly pumping my cock and my hips rose in anticipation.

“Not yet slave….”

She kept pumping it, watching me squirm as the moment edged closer and closer. Then she quickly straddled my torso, facing away from me.

“I want you to cum now slave,” she ordered as she pumped my cock harder still..

In just a few seconds a weeks worth of creamy spunk had erupted from my cock. While I strained against my bonds, Mistress calmly scooped up the mess from my stomach and leaned forward to open the crack of her ass. As I watched I saw her reach back between her legs and smear my cum all around her tight asshole. Then she backed up towards me and my waiting, eager tongue.

“Time for your reward slave, don’t stop until I say so. I want to feel it DEEP!”


As I said, I'm not too sure when this was written, but it's obviously before I actually experienced having Deep Heat rubbed on my balls... Let's just say it was bad enough that we had to have a pause in the session while I wiped rather frantically and somewhat ineffectively at it with baby wipes! Seriously, I don't recommend it, unless you're really into pain. I certainly won't be doing that ever again.

Friday, 22 April 2011

The Next Step (written April 2011)

Matt sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the steel tube which encased his cock. He'd waited so long for this moment, but still he was tremendously nervous. As he looked down he caught sight of his face, reflected in the highly polished surface of the chastity device. Could he really go through with this? He steeled himself and pushed the small padlock through the locking holes and snapped it shut. His breathing was heavy as he dressed quickly, determined to get this part over with quickly before he backed out of it once again.

He walked down the stairs, the two small keys pressed firmly into his palm. About half way down the stairs he panicked. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What would she think? He paused on the stairs, his mind in turmoil as he debated whether to retreat back upstairs, but now it was too late, she was calling him.

"Matt!"

He froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing the keys tighter and tighter until they left an imprint in his palm.

"Matt!"

Matt slowly took the last few steps to the bottom of the stairs to see his gorgeous wife Suzanne standing there holding out a jar.

"Can you open this for me please?" 

Matt looked at her stupidly. They had been married for six years now, but he still found her absolutely stunning and couldn‘t believe he had been so lucky as to marry a woman like her.

"Oh, yes, of course."

He reached out to take the jar and then realised that he was still holding the keys to his chastity device. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and opened the jar with relative ease. Suzanne kissed him on the cheek and took the jar back before returning to the kitchen. 

Matt watched her walk through the kitchen door and stood in the middle of the lounge feeling slightly foolish. He noticed he was trembling slightly, but worked up the courage to follow her into the kitchen.

He surveyed the worksurfaces and quickly realised that she was in the middle of cooking something.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"Well yes, a little," she said.

"Oh, okay...it doesn't matter."

He turned to leave, but Suzanne sensed something was up and called him back.

"I know that look," she said mischievously. "What have you done?"

Matt couldn't help but smile to himself, he was prone to nervous laughter at the best of times.

"Umm, can I talk to you for a moment, in here?"

"Sure," she said, looking a little apprehensive as she followed him into the lounge.

"Sit down... please," said Matt.

Suzanne sat on the sofa and Matt sat down next to her.

"I....I have something to give you."

He fished in his pocket and retrieved the small key ring and two keys, he held them out to his wife saying "I….I would like you to have these."

Suzanne looked at the two small keys hanging from her husband's fingers. She instantly knew what they were for, but she was still more than a little surprised. She continued to stare at them as Matt twitched nervously next to her.

"Are they what I think they are?" she asked softly.

"Y...yes," he stammered.

She looked at him, a mixture of emotions bubbling over inside. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He paused for a moment, concentrating his thoughts.

"Yes... I'm sure."

The silence hung heavily in the air as they looked at each other, Suzanne still not making any move for the keys.

"And you understand what this means?"

"Yes..."

Suzanne arched an eyebrow slightly and Matt hastily corrected himself.

"Yes, Mistress."

Suzanne reached out and held her upturned palm under the keys. Matt let go and the two keys clinked together as they fell into her hand.

"Thank you," she said and leaned over to kiss him.

As they broke they kiss, Suzanne said two words; "Show me."

Matt understood immediately and stood up. He undid his button and pushed his trousers and boxers down in one movement, revealing the highly polished metal chastity device that encased his cock. Suzanne gasped as she saw the curved tube for the first time. She had only seen plastic chastity devices before, cheap-looking horrible things, but this was quite different. She reached out and traced her finger along the length of the tube and then moved down to softly massage Matt's balls, causing his cock to swell inside the tube.

"Mmmmm," purred Suzanne. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes... I've worn it on and off for a month... I wanted to make sure that it was okay before 
I gave you the keys."

"I see... what's the longest you've had it on?"

“About three days."

"And it was okay?"

"It chaffed a little, but a little cream sorted it."

Suzanne smiled and bent her head closer to her husband's groin. He felt her breath on his balls and then her tongue flicking against them, coating them with her saliva. Matt's cock was quickly as hard as it could get inside the tight tube and he was soon groaning as she sucked his balls into her mouth, knowing full well what she was doing to him.

Matt looked down and saw that Suzanne had hitched up her thin red summer dress and was rubbing her pussy as she tormented him. The sight of his beautiful wife giving herself pleasure at the very moment that he had surrendered his own to her was almost too much for him. Abruptly Suzanne let go of him and leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and exposing her soaking wet knickers to him. Matt was on his knees in seconds, while Suzanne lay back further and lifted herself up so that he could peel away the wet cotton.

Matt tossed the damp panties to one side and then moved closer, drinking in the sight of his wife’s delicious pussy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her luscious scent and then bent closer, gently kissing the small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her slit.

Then, overcome with need he buried his face in her delicious pussy, expertly teasing her lips with his own, pulling on them gently while pressing his hand down softly on her mound. Suzanne was soon grinding her aching cunt against him, moving herself so that her clit was in line with her husband's mouth. Matt took the hint and gently started to use his tongue to stimulate the hood of her sensitive bud and then, almost before he had started, Suzanne's body spasmed wildly, taking him completely by surprise as she shuddered through a massive orgasm. Matt kept licking her, savouring every drop of her beautiful juice until Suzanne pushed his head away and begged him to stop. Matt looked up in total shock, he had never seen his wife cum so fast in his life! 

"Wow," breathed Suzanne, smiling down at him. "That was… amazing!"

Matt didn't know what to say, his eyes were irresistibly drawn back between her beautiful smooth legs to her gorgeous, wet, pussy and he couldn't resist leaning forward and gently mopping up her juices with his tongue, carefully avoiding her over-sensitive clit. Matt adored the taste of his wife's pussy and Suzanne was used to having him clean up her juices, his too for that matter… although given this latest turn of events it occurred to her that he might not be doing that again for a little while... 

After a short while Suzanne recovered and sat up, while Matt remained kneeling in front of her. She bent down and pushed the key into the small padlock and turned it until she heard a small click. Suzanne twisted the padlock open and slowly slid the curved metal bar out of the rings in the top of the chastity device. She sat up and put the padlock to one side and then bent down to remove the metal tube from Matt’s cock. The tube slid off fairly easily and within seconds Matt’s cock was pointing upwards and rock hard.

“Now,” said Suzanne. “Do you remember what I said to you when you asked me if I would be your keyholder?”

“Yes Mistress, you said that if I really wanted to wear a chastity device…that I would have to follow your rules to the letter.”

“And what were those rules slave?”

“I must give you total control of my cock… I must give you all the keys to the padlock… I must accept that you will only unlock me when you wish to play with my cock… I must accept that being unlocked does not necessarily mean that I will get to cum or even that you will touch me…”

“Go on.”

“I must always be ready to pleasure you Mistress….”

“And?”

“If I am allowed to cum… I must lick it up from wherever it lands, Mistress.”

“Very good slave, although I think you have forgotten one...”

Matt looked quizickally at his wife and Mistress.

“You must accept that there may be long periods when you are not allowed to cum, and you must NEVER cum without permission.”

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“And you accept all these rules slave?”


"Yes Mistress."

“Good. Well it looks like it needs some attention, so why don’t you stroke it for me?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress…”

Matt reached down and curled his hand around his rock hard length, he slowly began to jerk his meat as his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the wet slippery flesh between his Mistress’s thighs. Suzanne leaned back and opened her legs to give him a better view of the beautiful slit he craved so much, her fingers sliding either side and squeezing her pink lips together before peeling them apart to show him just what he was giving up for her.

“Oh slave, what have you done… once you’re locked up only I will get to decide when your cock is released and only I will decide if it is to be allowed inside my beautiful pussy… and that might not be very often at all. Can you live with that slave, or would you rather just throw in the towel now and go back to a normal life.”


Matt looked at her, the tiniest hint of doubt lingering in his eyes.

“I only want what you want Mistress.”

Suzanne smiled as she watched his hand pumping his cock a little harder now.

“Don’t you cum without permission,” she warned.

“No Mistress,” replied Matt breathlessly as he stared longingly at Suzanne’s dripping wet cunt.

“If you cum without my permission your first stint in the tube will be one you’ll never forget!”

Suzanne lifted up her foot and pressed the instep against Matt’s balls.

“These are mine too,” she said sharply, before softly kicking his balls.

“Yes Mistress,” agreed Matt as his cock grew harder still.

“Right, I want to see you edge.”

Matt looked up into her eyes and breathed heavily as his hand moved faster on his cock.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission,” she reminded him tersely.

Matt pumped his cock hard until he felt the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm.

“I’m there Mistress,” he gasped, loosening his grip on his straining cock.

Suzanne bent down and batted his hands away, before very softly stroking his throbbing, aching, desperate cock a few times, only stopping when she saw a clear drop of fluid appear at the tip of his cock. Suzanne dragged her finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the drop of pre-cum carefully and then watching intently as he obediently licked her finger clean.

“You’re going to be tasting that a lot,” she smirked. “A lot more than you’re going to be tasting your cum, that’s for sure.”

Matt gasped as his cock throbbed madly, threatening to erupt even without the benefit of direct stimulation. Suzanne looked down at his stalk pulsing madly and closed her legs.

“I think that’s enough for today, in future I will want at least two or three edges, but I think you are a little too excited today, and I don’t want any accidents.”

“No Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

Suzanne leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead pressed her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn’t you just love to grab it, pump it and spray your cum all over my beautiful feet slave?”

“Oh God yes Mistress…”

“Even though you know that you would have to lick up and swallow every single drop of your cum?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

Suzanne chuckled to herself softly.

“No slave, not today…not today."