Tuesday 29 November 2011

Mistress R Answers Miss Christina's Questions...

Q1. Now that you are growing so much more confident in yourself as his Mistress, could you picture things going back to how they were before? I know you were always close, but could you imagine going back to him jerking off when he felt like it and not having all this control of his cock and orgasms?
MR: As things stand at the moment no, I think we’re both loving it and enjoying it developing. I think we’ve come a long way in eight months and it just keeps getting better for both of us! However, if one of us did have concerns then we would talk it over because our relationship is more important to us than this and neither of us would be happy unless the other was 100% on board. But at the moment, it’s a total win!!!
Q2. Do you think you will ever deny him for a LONG time? As in 6 weeks to a few months? I am so eagerly waiting what happens if you do that to him?
MR: Who knows, before we started this I couldn’t imagine denying him for two weeks, whereas now I’m just happy to be in control and do what suits me. So you never know, watch this space. Knowing he is happy to do what pleases me gives me the option to make him wait for as long as I want.
Q3. How does it make you feel when you get him so close to cumming he is desperate beyond belief and then you just let go and know that he is there minutes longer, not being touched but struggling not to cum by mistake, and him knowing it could be weeks/months before he even gets the chance?
MR: Pretty incredible. Those moments are so intense that they make us feel really close and make me feel incredibly confident and in control.
MR: I also want to say how much I love the blog. Reading Robert’s accounts of our sessions and our time together really adds to the experience, and the comments that are left are really appreciated. The blog was also very helpful in convincing me in the early days that this was genuinely what Robert wanted.

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."

Sunday 13 November 2011

FEMDOM SESSION 13th November 2011

I woke up this morning with the hardest morning wood you could possibly imagine, this despite an annoying pain in my foot (which thankfully seems to have gone away now). The temptation to touch it was huge, it would have been wonderful to stroke it, squeeze it and to jerk it until it erupted over my stomach, but of course none of that  is allowed. This is not news, it has not been allowed since April, but yesterday’s session was a stark reminder that I must try harder not to touch my cock without permission. Sure I can proudly say that I haven’t made myself cum without permission in all that time, but I still haven’t quite got to grips with the not touching part of Mistress R’s control, have I?
What can I say, it’s a tough thing to do. For most of my life I’ve been able to touch my cock whenever I want and now I can’t, of course that’s not going to be easy to get used to, is it? In fact, sometimes I do think that guys who have their cock’s ‘locked’ have it easy. Oh sure, they have to deal with the inconvenience of being caged, but having that temptation removed must be a hell of a help. Still, having worn a cage for just a few minutes I’m in no real position to judge am I? And I’m sure there’s a lot of caged guys reading this thinking ‘yeah, why don’t you try it then!’.
Anyway, I know that Mistress R is not a big fan of the idea of a chastity device, she would much rather have me learn self-control to show my obedience and submission to her, and that makes perfect sense to me. I wonder sometimes if she ever believed I would have the self-control to go this long without making myself cum, and even if she did then she must have known it would take a long time for me to get used to not even touching my cock without permission. Or maybe not. Perhaps women simply don’t feel the need to touch themselves as often as men? Hmm, a quick google suggests this may be bollocks (and gives me a subject for my next post).
Whatever, what I can say with absolute certainty is that it’s a very rare day that passes without me wanting to stroke my cock, and that has increased several fold since we started down the chastity route. Firstly because I have found that chastity has had a significant effect on my libido generally, secondly because my balls are always full, and thirdly (of course) because telling someone they can’t have something, or do something, is like a red rag to a bull isn’t it? So for me to have only touched my cock three times in three weeks seems nothing short of a minor miracle to me.
Mistress R however, sees it quite differently, or at least that is the impression I got yesterday morning when she began the session by punishing me for it. I couldn’t tell whether she was actually really pissed off with me or whether she was just playing her role really fantastically right from the start, but she certainly wasn’t holding back with the whip or the paddle as she warmed my arse! Twelve lashes of the whip for starters (I thought that was fair exchange for three touches), followed by nine swats with the paddle which left me pulling away and spitting out my thanks through clenched teeth (and I can still feel them a little now!).
After that Mistress R had me turn and face the bed where she reclined, toying her pussy with her fingers as she had me worship her feet (sadly I couldn’t see any of this as I was blindfolded from the start). Once again, like last time, Mistress R was in fine form, verbally berating me for my inability to keep my hands of my cock and telling me that perhaps since the paddle and whip still aren’t getting the message over, perhaps she would have to refrain from touching my cock completely or maybe only teasing it through my clothes, until I started behaving as she wanted me to.
She went on to remind me that I willingly gave up my pleasure for the benefit of her pleasure and that anything that happens in future will be because it is the way she wants it. If she wants to tease me every night, or not touch me for a week, a month, or longer, then that is her choice. If she decides to allow me to cum, that is because it pleases her. If she wants me to swallow it, that again is for her pleasure. Everything is for her pleasure (so fucking hot!).
She held her wet fingers in front of my face and told me to suck them clean, which I eagerly did, gaining my first taste of her beautiful pussy for five days. She pulled them away and I continued to suck her toes and kiss her feet all over, while she returned to stroking her pussy. She also suggested that perhaps as a punishment for my illegal touching she should just keep me there, on the floor, for the whole hour, worshipping her feet while she brought herself to orgasm. How frustrating would that be for me, she said. Being close to her as she came, but not being a part of it or even being able to see it.
I have to say, Mistress R probably couldn’t see it from where she was laying, but my cock was rock hard every time she said these evil things, I love it when she really gets into her role and gives her wicked side a free reign. I have long believed that Mistress R has it within her to be a wonderful, wonderful domme and every session seems to bring more and more of that out of her. I can only dream of how amazing she will be in another year or so. However, Mistress R decided not to leave me on my knees the whole session and instead had me lay spreadeagled on the bed, at which point a rather elementary mistake was discovered…
Ever since we started doing these sessions (well over ten years ago), it has been my job to prepare the room. This means fitting the PVC sheet, getting all the sex toys, lube, whips, paddles and suchlike out, making sure the room is sufficiently heated if necessary, etc… Also, it is my job to retrieve the leather cords from under the mattress (they are attached to the slats underneath the bed), which Mistress uses to attach to my wrist and ankle cuffs. It was now apparent that this part of my duties had been overlooked (never ever done that before!). Thankfully Mistress R decided not to make a big deal out of it, but told me to stay in position as though I was bound, before straddling my face and ordering my ‘Tongue out!’.
After a minute or so of riding my face, she moved down and squatted over my rock hard cock, teasing her pussy with the tip before sliding down on it. Almost immediately she lifted herself off but then decided she wanted it after all and sank all the way down, as you can imagine, it felt absolutely wonderful! Then she lifted herself off again and straddled my face once more, now I could taste my cock on her pussy too which made my poor cock even harder.
I was still blindfolded at this point and Mistress R spent the next ten minutes or so alternating between having me lick her beautiful pussy and slapping and tormenting my cock. She slapped it, and slapped it, and slapped it and I loved every second of it. She must have slapped it a hundred times, and several times she seemed to catch my balls too, which I wasn’t sure if that was accidental or not, but then she straight out delivered a slap to my balls which was definitely not accidental! It didn’t really hurt, but it made a lovely slapping noise and I loved that she had done it, because I’ve been wanting her to do that for quite a while and now she won’t be worried about doing it when she wants to.
Then she decided I needed a dildo up my ass and once that was in place she tormented my cock a little more before leaving me to stew for a while. Again she reminded me to stay as if I was bound, even though I wasn’t and told me to spend my time thinking about how much better it felt when she touched my cock than it did when I did it without her permission. She also told me to think about how good it was going to feel when she came back and let me eat her pussy and make her cum…
To be honest I was really getting a little close to the edge by now and the break was exactly what I needed to try to settle the unrest in my balls. Ten minutes of quiet reflection helped a lot and when she returned, Mistress R removed my blindfold which meant I got my first glimpse of her since the session began about forty minutes before.
I don’t know if Mistress R had been wearing any fetish clothing earlier, but now she was entirely naked excpet for a black bra. She looked gorgeous and I took the risk of speaking out of turn to tell her so. She accepted my compliment graciously and then told me to get up on my knees. Mistress R slid onto the bed in front of me and spent a short time scratching my cock, balls and perineum with her toenails before instructing me to eat her pussy and make her cum. Finally the moment I had been waiting for since Tuesday!
It was wonderful to service Mistress finally and I was so happy when she came long and hard. She got off the bed and the puddle of pussy juice left behind on the PVC sheet had my licking my lips. But first Mistress had me lick her clean, as her juices were dripping down her legs. Satisfied that I had got every drop, Mistress R ordered me to lick the sheet clean before having me roll over onto my back once more.
She stood over me, facing my feet, giving me a wonderful view of her soaking wet pussy and gorgeous ass. I so wanted to tongue her ass then, and she knew it. She lowered her ass onto my face as she stroked my cock, telling me that she was rubbing her ass on my face for her pleasure and that I was not allowed to lick it. My cock was soon throbbing hard again and she stroked it for a while, again reminding me that I needed to make a determined effort not to touch my cock without her permission. She told me that she would much prefer it if I asked her permission more often, even though she wouldn’t guarantee that permission would be granted.
Then she lowered her gorgeous ass onto my face again and told me that she wanted me to cum like this, desperate to lick her asshole, but not allowed to. I breathed in the musky scent of her ass and felt two weeks of cum bubbling in my balls, I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I wanted so much to push my tongue into her ass, but I knew it wasn’t allowed and this produced a wonderfully frustrating and submissive edge to what proved to be a very long and intense orgasm.
I had hardly finished cumming when I felt Mistress R’s cum covered fingers pressing into my mouth. I obediently licked them clean and swallowed my cum as she scooped up more from my leg and cock, it seemed so long since I had cum this way and it felt absolutely amazing.
Well, what a way to end a week off! Mistress R doesn’t know it yet but I left a little present on her dressing table this morning for her to find when she gets home from work (hopefully that will help her overlook the fact that I forgot to place her neatly folded towels in the bathroom this morning!*), yesterday’s session was so amazing and I really just wanted to let her know just how much I value her growing confidence, dominance and love. I just wish I didn’t have to wait another four weeks to experience another hour with Mistress R in full swing, ah well. Maybe I can bring a little of her out in the meantime….
*I’m pretty sure I’ve never mentioned this on here before. I’ve no desire to be a maid, I’m not angling to start hand washing her smalls, or anything like that. It’s just a little thing I like to do, to make Mistress R feel special. Like as if she was staying in a nice hotel or something, you know… the great thing about it is it’s not emasculating, it’s just thoughtful. Most women (including Mistress R) would probably think it was a bit weird if I started putting out her underwear for her, or something like that, but towels are just towels at the end of the day. I think it’s a good way to show your wife that you are thinking of her and want to be attentive without it being linked to sex, which I think most women would appreciate and find attractive. Why not try it yourself?

Monday 10 October 2011

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



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...

Sunday 21 August 2011

FEMDOM SESSION 21st August 2011

Well it’s that time again, four weeks have passed and lucky me gets an hour of Femdom submission! Mmmm…

To be honest I entered this session convinced that I wasn’t going to be allowed to cum and as it turned out that was Mistress R’s original intention, but something happened half way through the session and that went out of the window.


I won’t bother to relate every detail of the session because they don’t vary all that much and I’ve reported on them in detail before, suffice to say that there was foot worship and face sitting and all that awesome stuff. I was given a whopping 30 paddle strokes (18 and then 12) for my 5 instances of touching – Mistress R is starting to get determined about stopping that it seems!


I was also allowed inside her a few times too, which was absolutely wonderful (her on top – even better!), and Mistress R was saying all the right things about controlling me and stuff, and then, unfortunately, she got a bit carried away and decided to ram this butt plug up my ass. Now I don’t get stuff up my ass very often, once a month maximum, and sometimes it’s easier than others, but the butt plug (not massive but not tiny either) needs to be inserted gently, preferably after something smaller has paved the way…


Well, to cut a short story short, it fucking hurt and I made it clear that it fucking hurt and we paused the session. She was a bit concerned and worried about hurting me, but after she removed it the pain subsided after about a minute and I was okay to continue. Fortunately the bulk of the session was over by this time as quite a substantial portion of the second half of the session is usually taken up with making her cum.


So she left me alone for a few minutes to relax and then when she came back she had me go down her. It was so nice to go down on her again (no pussy worship since Wednesday – what!!) and I really thought she was going to come in about three minutes! Fortunately I managed to keep her building her pleasure without letting her cum too soon and when she eventually did cum it was after about 20-25 minutes of pussy worship. She came super hard too, which was so good, and then she had me clean her up with my tongue.


Finally she tied me back down on the bed and allowed me to tongue her asshole while she wanked my cock. I think she must’ve been feeling guilty about hurting me and I was really surprised when she told me to cum while I tongue fucked her ass. I did, and it was great… of course I pretty much realised what had gone on there, and yeah it was a tiny bit disappointing… but at the same time, if Mistress R wanted to make herself feel better about hurting me that’s cool, and I understand that. Besides, it was fantastic coming with my tongue in Mistress R’s ass, so I really don’t have too much to complain about!


So that’s three times I’ve cum in three weeks…. I hope Mistress R starts to think about this two months of chastity she keeps threatening me with.

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