Perhaps a bit of a recap is in order…

I have so many new visitors to my blog in the last 24 hours, thanks to Tom and Dev at Keyheld, I thought it might be an idea to have a bit of a recap as to how I got into this position…
Mistress R and I met in the early 90’s when we were both in our early twenties. We were pretty much inseparable from the start and married quite quickly. After several years I somehow managed to pluck up the courage to suggest Femdom, I don’t really remember too much about the conversation other than it was a bit uncomfortable… I do remember that Mistress thought that meant I wanted her to sleep with other men (an easy misconception I suppose). Thankfully we cleared all that up and slowly embarked on a very gentle Femdom course.
For reasons I won’t go into here we stopped after a while and then started up again around the turn of the century. This time we went much further, with a strap-on, butt plugs, etc. This continued for the next ten years give or take, getting better all the time, but still remaining firmly a once a month treat. I would quite happily have made it a larger part of our sex life but Mistress was adamant that it should remain as it was as she didn’t want our sexlife to become only Femdom. Fair enough, I knew a lot of men would kill for one hour of Femdom a month, so I counted myself very lucky.
I have been writing stories for Literotica for several years now and have been reading stories from that site for even longer. One story which I have always enjoyed and returned to time and again is ‘Terri’s Teasing Torment’s’. It’s quite a tame story really, but I think it’s the perfect introduction to chastity play.
Anyway, over the last year or so, I gradually became more and more intrigued by the idea of male chastity. I discovered Sarah Jameson’s excellent blog ( and read and absorbed the whole thing. I also bought a CB-3000, as the idea of being locked fascinated me. However I found it very unsuitable and not at all user-friendly, mainly because I couldn’t get it on and when I did (sort of) it stuck out a mile and I couldn’t possibly have worn it under clothes.
Despite this disappointment, the idea of male chastity and the idea of becoming more controlled by my beautiful wife / Mistress  appealed greatly to me (one thing which appealed to me was simply the removal of performance anxiety which I have suffered with a fair amount) and one day I tried to get my wife interested in the idea. To say she was not keen would be an understatement, of epic proportions. In fact she was quite upset about the whole thing and seeing her reaction I did the only thing I thought I could do, I dropped it and tried to forget about it.
About a fortnight afterwards my wife brought the subject up again, which massively surprised me, I don’t know why she did that, perhaps she could tell that it was still on my mind and she thought if she didn’t resolve the issue one way or another then it would fester inside me and make me resent her.
Regardless we talked it over and I tried to convince her of all the positives it would bring to the relationship. I must have been at least partly successful as she agreed to impose a chastity period leading up to our monthly Femdom sessions. In truth this wasn’t too difficult as we already left 3-4 days before the sessions to make sure that I was feeling somewhat horny before we started. Over the course of three or four months she extended the period from four days to twelve, and once she realised that it wasn’t actually that big an issue and that I wasn’t a gibbering wreck she became a little more comfortable with the idea. Of course during this time I was more than happy to provide her with as much oral servitude as she could wish for and once or twice we had penetrative sex without me cumming.
In truth for those first few months I wasn’t getting exactly what I wanted, as the teasing was nowhere near as intense as I would have liked it, but I was determined to stick it out. That’s the thing with male-chastity, you’ve got to be prepared to play the long game. I doubt many women are going to get it exactly how you want it straight away and though it may be frustrating (and not in a fun way) you must allow it to move at her pace or you risk blowing the whole thing.
Finally last month after our Femdom session, Mistress R agreed to put me back on ‘stop’ and I spent my first month under her control. I was allowed to cum once about four days later and then was kept waiting for a further twelve days before I was allowed to cum again. After that I had to wait for our next Femdom session to cum again, which was also the first time I was allowed inside her since before the previous Femdom session.
I was delighted when Mistress R agreed to continue the game following our latest Femdom session and am now once again under her control, with no idea when I will be allowed to cum again. This is still a work in progress, as I would like my orgasms to become less frequent and I am also trying to convince Mistress R that she does not have to allow me to cum during our Femdom sessions. That said, I have given Mistress R total control of my cock and orgasms and therefore it is up to her when I am allowed to cum, and as such if she wants me to cum every night then that is what will happen (who knows, maybe she will decide to do that at some point just to underline that it is she who decides and not I).
We are still refining the process and this last week we discussed certain points that have come up over the past month and it has been decided that I am now not allowed to ask for anything from my Mistress. She controls my cock and she decides when it is touched, when it is allowed to cum and when it is allowed inside her gorgeous pussy. I am totally happy with this. I am allowed to offer her oral service and foot worship, and if I feel that I am getting too horny and that I am going to disobey her and touch my cock without permission  then I am permitted to ask her permission to do so. This hasn’t occurred as yet, but she has made it clear to me that in this situation she may allow me to touch it myself, she may allow me to touch it under her supervision, she may touch it herself, or she may simply refuse permission altogether.
As I say, this is still a developing situation, but so far it seems to be going very well for both of us. I can certainly say that my cock is much harder and reliable than it was before and Mistress seems to have become more comfortable with the whole thing and perhaps because of her natural character is quite enjoying being in control and deciding when she wants my cock inside her and when she wants to see me cum.
I must admit the thought of being properly locked still appeals enormously to me, there’s something about the thought of Mistress having my key around her neck that turns me to jelly, but for the moment I am more than happy to enjoy my current situation without worrying about that too much. As it is I have no real problem with fighting off the desire to make myself cum (although I have only gone a maximum of nineteen days), but trying not to touch my cock when it is rock hard and aching for attention is proving somewhat more of a challenge. However, I am endeavouring to apply myself to the task and have managed a guilt free sixty hours since my last permitted orgasm so far. Perhaps Mistress R’s instruction that I must write down any infractions has focussed my mind sufficiently to make it to the next session without a blemish on my report card… only time will tell, and there’s always a danger that Mistress will deliberately ignore me nearer the time and make it impossible for me to resist just so she can paddle my backside once again.
I am certainly looking forward to my next teasing session, whenever that may be, especially since Mistress has  recently realised that I can take quite a lot of hard stroking without losing control. But then again, maybe Mistress will only decide to use the gentlest of touches to tease me, perhaps to force me to beg her to stroke me harder (I am allowed to ask, once the teasing begins, but with no guarantees…), I can only wait patiently and hope.
You know, I still love the Femdom sessions and I especially love the way it brings out Mistress R’s confidence and sexual exuberance, but being under her control 24/7 (even without a chastity device) really is absolutely amazing. I’m sure it’s not for everyone, but for me it’s absolute Heaven.

The most amazing morning…

Mistress R and I decided to have our monthly femdom session very early this morning, and it was truly amazing. I was finally allowed inside her beautiful pussy and it felt fucking mindblowing after a whole month without! I don’t know whether it was because of the past month (her first being fully in control), but Mistress was so into it and she really made it one to remember. At one point she was alternating between riding my cock hard, sitting on my face and some very rough stroking (nails too) all while I had a dildo pushed in my ass… how the hell I managed not to cum I will never know! And when she did finally allow me to cum (after she had cum of course), she made me clean up every last drop of it, which seemed a hell of a lot, even for eleven days.
More importantly, I am finally satisfied that Mistress is comfortable in her new role, and happy to continue the chastity game. I cannot tell you how pleased I am about that! During the session I also confessed to Mistress that I had touched my cock quite a few times during the month when I wasn’t supposed to, which earned me a whipping (not too bad), and a few strokes of the paddle (ouch!). Now I have been told that if I feel the need to touch my cock I must ask permission (maximum of three times between orgasms), albeit permission is not guaranteed and there may be conditions attached. Also if I do touch my cock without permission I must make notes of when and how many times so that I may be punished for my mistakes accordingly. We also straightened out some other points which mean that I am not allowed to beg to be allowed to cum, or to be allowed inside her. I just have to wait until she decides.
Well needless to say, I’m back in chastity again now and with no idea when I will be allowed to cum again. I hope it’s a really long wait this time…

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

The heartless denial-bitch of my dreams…

I often show Mistress R my posts for this blog and so it was that earlier I showed her the one from Saturday, the one containing the phrase ‘the heartless denial-bitch of my dreams‘. I must say she burst out laughing, which is not exactly the desired response, but it’s okay (I mean this is supposed to be fun after all), we’re still finding our way with this whole thing and Mistress R is still getting to grips with her new ‘power’.
Of course I would love Mistress R to torment me for weeks on end, taking me to the edge time and time again before finally allowing me to cum (and to perhaps lick my cum from her beautiful feet…), but I always knew that this would be a gradual move and so far I think it’s going rather well. I never really dreamed that Mistress R would take complete control of my cock and orgasms so quickly (it’s still less than 5 months since I first brought it up) especially after her initial rejection of the whole thing.
So while it’s true that I haven’t yet got the heartless denial-bitch of my dreams, I still consider myself a very lucky man indeed.

All of my Literotica Femdom & Chastity stories now posted.

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Everything Has a Price – CH01 (written in January 2011)

I stood naked in front of my Mistress, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked to the waist. I was desperate for her to touch my aching cock but as she looked up at me with her PVC skirt hitched up around her waist, she was too busy rubbing her wet slit to pay me any serious attention. As I looked down at her gorgeous pussy, framed by the tops of her fishnet stockings, I was desperately fighting the urge to grab my cock and spray my cum all over her… but that would never do. I had led her into this denial fantasy of mine and she had given me every opportunity to back out, now I was reaping the consequences (and loving every minute of it).

“I love seeing you like this,” she gasped, her eyes like slits as she looked up at me. “Desperate for me, desperate to cum… knowing that only I can allow it.”

As she taunted me with her well chosen words I thought to myself how glad I was that I had told her of my desire to be teased and denied, and how much I loved her for trusting me and giving me what I had asked for.

Slowly she reached out a single pussy-juice soaked finger and traced it along the underside of my aching shaft. I moaned softly. She loves it when she makes me moan like that and a smile played across her lips for a moment. She reached out further and closed her palm around my swollen balls squeezing them firmly.

“Do you swear you haven’t cum in the last two weeks… like you promised?”

“Yes Mistress, ” I replied, proudly.

“Are you sure slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I promise.”

“And you haven’t given in to temptation and rubbed your cock at any time in the last two weeks either?”

“No Mistress…”

She must have picked up on something in my voice because it was almost as if she knew I wasn’t being completely truthful.

“Are you sure slave, because I know how hard that is for you?” She said, pressing the point.


“Yes slave, do you have something to confess?”

“…yes Mistress.”

I looked at the floor, disappointed in myself as much as anything.


“I did touch it Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she mocked. “And yet not ten seconds ago you told me you hadn’t… that’s a serious mistake slave. Touching when you’re not supposed to is one thing, but lying about it….”

“I’m sorry Mistress, it’s just…. It was only a few seconds, it wasn’t like I stroked it or anything, it was just a little touch.”

She leaned forward and studied my twitching cock, her finger teasing the sensitive spot under the head.

“Poor slave, did it get too much for you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You just couldn’t take it and you just had to touch it?”

“Yes Mistress, I was so hard after I went down on you and made you cum and….”

Mistress looked up at me with an evil glint in her eye and I stopped trying to justify my mistake.

“Show me what you did,” she ordered. “Show me exactly what you did. I want to see how my slave touches MY cock when he’s not supposed to.”

I reached down and curled my fingers around my throbbing cock and squeezed it for a second or two and then let go.

“And that’s ‘all’ you did?” She asked suspiciously.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied solemnly.

“Well, slave… I suppose that’s not too bad, given the circumstances… but you still shouldn’t have done it, and you definitely should have told me straight away. I may punish you for that later.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

“But for now, the thing I’m most concerned about is that you haven’t cum at any point in the last fortnight, is that correct slave? Think very carefully before you answer.”

“Yes Mistress.

“Are you sure slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“100% sure?”

“Yes Mistress.”
“You can understand my scepticism…”

“Yes Mistress.”

She put her head on one side as if weighing up whether to believe me or not.

“And I suppose if that’s really all you did, you probably couldn’t have made yourself cum like that anyway, could you slave?”

“No Mistress.” 

“Hmm…okay slave, I think I believe you.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

She leaned further forward and planted a small kiss on the head of my cock, causing it to twitch and strain. 

“Tell me slave, is it harder for you to resist touching your cock…or to resist the need to cum?”

“Touching Mistress, definitely.”

“Really slave, that’s very interesting…. Tell me more.”

“I….I like not being allowed to cum Mistress, I like you to control my cock, but when I’m hard it’s so difficult not to touch it. It’s hard to explain…”

She closed her fingers delicately around my cock and softly stroked them back and forth.

“So you need to feel that even more than to feel your cum shooting out of your throbbing cock?”

“Y, yes Mistress…”

“Hmm, so how long do you think it would take before the need to cum became so intense that it was even stronger than your need to be touched?”

“I don’t know Mistress.”

“Maybe we should try and find out?”

“If it pleases you Mistress.”

“Hmm, maybe we will…eventually. After all, two weeks isn’t all that long, is it slave?”

“I suppose not Mistress…”

She released my cock and leant back again, displaying her soaking wet cunt between her open legs.

“So let’s assume you’re telling the truth and you really have got two weeks of cum stored up for me…do you think I should let you cum today?”

An obvious trick question, I wasn’t going to fall for that, distracted as I was by her gorgeous pussy.

“If it pleases you Mistress.”

She smiled again and slid her finger back up my cock and circled it around the tip.

“Well slave, that depends on you.”

She leaned forward and flicked the head of my throbbing meat with her tongue. It jumped at her touch and I let out a small gasp.

“A little while back, you let slip another one of your fantasies… and today I’m thinking about making that come true. Does the thought of that excite you slave?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

My mind raced, I had told her so many of my fantasies it could be anything from worshipping her ass while she used her glass dildo to get herself off, to cleaning her delicious pussy juice off another man’s cock. But surely she wouldn’t make me do something like that without warning, would she? 

“Don’t thank me yet slave… you haven’t heard all the details.”

Now I was getting really nervous.

She dragged her long nails along the tight skin of my cock, pulling it back as she went and causing it to curve upwards. She licked gently along the underside, down to my balls. She kissed, then sucked on them for a few seconds before moving back up my cock and taking the head into her hot, wet mouth. She held it there for just a few seconds and then leaned back again, watching as my cock throbbed in anticipation.

“Do you want to hear the details slave?”

“Yes please Mistress.”

“Even though you might not like them?”

“Yes… please Mistress.” 

I knew deep down that I would do whatever it was that she wanted me to do, however difficult I might find it initially.

“Even though you might not think what I propose to be fair?”

“Yes Mistress…please.”

I could feel that I was trembling slightly and wondered if she had noticed how much she was turning me on with this line of questioning. Truth be told I couldn’t care less if what she proposed was fair. In fact I hoped it was thoroughly unfair. I wanted nothing more than for her to completely abuse the power I had willingly given her and for her to use me and torment me in whatever way she pleased.

“Very well then. You remember you wrote me a story a few weeks ago, where you described being made to lick your cum off of my gorgeous breasts?”

She was playing with her pussy again as she talked.

“Yes Mistress.”

“I know that was your way of letting me know that that was something you really wanted to do, wasn’t it?”

“Umm, Yes Mistress…” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Strangely, even though Mistress had seen me eat my cum off of her feet, her fingers and out of her pussy, being confronted with one of my own fantasies always made me a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t the act itself, that was the easy part. She could have asked me to do something much, much worse and I would comply without a second of hesitation, but asking for what I truly wanted was always a difficulty for me and one which led to my need to write. It provided an easy outlet for my fantasies and an easy way for her to get inside my head. 

“You’re trembling slave,” she noted.

“Yes Mistress.”

Mistress watched me tremble, enjoying the rush of power and control. She reached forward again and massaged my balls.

“Mmm, they really are full aren’t they?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Imagine if they were twice as full, I wonder how you’d be feeling then…I wonder what you’d do to be allowed to cum then slave?”

“I don’t know Mistress…almost anything,” I breathed.

I noticed her jaw tremble slightly when I said that, but before I could think about it too much she repeated the words I had just spoken to herself.

“Almost anything.”

She quickly regained her composure and addressed me once more.

“So… slave, given that you wrote that story for me, I assume you would be more than willing to lick your cum off my gorgeous breasts… IF I allowed you to cum today.”

“Yes Mis….if it pleased you Mistress.”

She reached up and oh-so-gently started to stroke my cock again. Causing me to shake even more visibly than before.

“Good slave, but then I wouldn’t expect anything less from you…. I mean, we’ve long since established that you are quite happy to clean up your cum for me at any time, haven’t we?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You’re a proper little cum-slut aren’t you slave?”

“For you, yes Mistress.”

“You’d eat it up every time if I ordered you to wouldn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Really slave, would you do that for me? Every time you came?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“No exceptions?”

“No Mistress.”

She smiled again and watched my cock slide through her fingers.

“But if you weren’t allowed to cum…then we’d have to find you some other cum to swallow wouldn’t we slave?”

“If…if it pleased you, Mistress,” I said nervously.

She smiled again, a worryingly wicked smile that at once made me tense with nerves but also made my cock feel harder than ever.

“Oh slave, your cock likes the thought of that….I know deep down the thought of cleaning another man’s cum out of your Mistress’s well fucked pussy turns you on, even if you don’t always want to admit it to yourself.”

She paused for effect and then continued…

“But perhaps it would please me more to see you servicing a nice big cock with your mouth?”

She paused again and then added…

“You’d do that for me if I wanted you to, wouldn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I managed to drag from my dry throat.

“Because my pleasure is everything to you, isn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress. Everything.”

She stroked a little bit harder and faster.

“Good slave, of course I might never make you do those things, but it’s nice to know that you’d be willing to please me if I wanted you to….”

“Yes Mistress.”

Hmm, you must want to cum pretty badly now slave?”

“Yes Mistress… If it please you Mistress.”

Her hand suddenly stopped moving, but she kept a firm grip on my cock, her nails digging in slightly.

“And what if it doesn’t please me slave, what if I wanted to make you wait a little longer… or maybe a lot longer?”

“I’ll wait as long as you want me to Mistress…” I gasped.

Her hand slowly started to stroke again.

“I liked that answer slave….’as long as I want you to…’.”

“Thank you Mistress…”

“You’re doing very well today slave, all the right answers…”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“I just hope you can back them up when the time comes…”

“I will Mistress, I swear to you.”

She moved closer so that my cock was just a few inches away from her beautiful soft breasts and looked up into my eyes.

“Have you dreamt about seeing your cum spurting all over my gorgeous tits slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“But did you ever dream you’d have so much cum in your balls when you finally got to do it?”

“No Mistress.”

I looked at her beautiful tits just inches from my cock and wondered just how they would look if I emptied my aching balls onto them right now. 

“It must be a little bit daunting slave, knowing that every last drop of that huge load you’re carrying is going to end up on your tongue… perhaps that’s enough to put you off the idea just a little bit, maybe?” 

“No Mistress,” I stated firmly.

“No slave? You really want it that much?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She smiled again and took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue licking the head until I was squeezing my fists to fight off the urge to blow it into her mouth. She pulled away and looked up at me again.

“You know there’ll be a price to pay for something you obviously want so badly, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You don’t even care what it is do you?”

“No, Mistress…” I could barely think straight at this point and in all honesty I would have agreed to pretty much anything she could have asked of me.

She stroked a little harder.

“Just picture it in your mind slave, all that stored up cum, pulsing out of your throbbing cock and splashing all over my gorgeous tits… can you picture that slave? Can you picture how beautiful they will look dripping with your heavy two-week load… can you?”

I was really struggling now.

“Yes Mistress.”

I certainly could picture it, and not for the first time either.

“You want to see that don’t you slave? And more than that you want to taste it as your Mistress orders you to use your tongue to clean the hot, sticky spunk off them. Isn’t that right slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She was still stroking and I was shaking now. She pumped my cock harder until I was starting to reach the point of no return.

“You can have your fantasy slave, all you have to do is agree to my terms.”

“Yes, Mistress, ” I croaked.

Sensing that I was almost ready to blow my load, she suddenly let go of my cock and we both watched it twitching in the air for a few seconds before she continued. She looked relaxed but I was more than aware of how close she had taken me, and could scarcely believe that I had managed to hold it back.

She fixed me with a firm gaze and continued…

“First, as we have already discussed, you will lick every drop of your cum off of me. And when I say every drop I mean EVERY. SINGLE. DROP of that two week load. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Are you sure slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I’m not going to let you get away with half the job slave, can you handle swallowing that much cum?”

“I think so Mistress.”

“You think so slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“So you’re not going to try and get out of it when you’ve had enough?”

“No Mistress.”

Satisfied so far, she took my cock in her hand once more and started gently stroking it once more. The pause had allowed me to relax a little but it wasn’t long before I was feeling my balls begin to tighten once again. Sensing I was getting close she quickly unveiled the next part of her plan.

“Secondly… you must agree to a longer period of chastity….which will begin as soon as you’ve licked up your cum.”

“Whatever pleases you Mistress, ” I gasped.

She slowed her stroking down to almost nothing, making me wait to find out just how much this fantasy was going to cost me.

“Three weeks, slave… Three long weeks without release for you poor throbbing cock.”

I let out a load groan, and she let go of my twitching meat.

“What’s the matter slave, too much for you?”

“No Mistress,” I begged, a little too urgently than was perhaps prudent.

She looked at me with an amused smile.

“You didn’t even have to think about that did you slave… perhaps you’re right, maybe four weeks would be better. Just to be on the safe side. I don’t want you thinking I’m letting you off easy, especially after you lied to me earlier.”

“Whatever pleases you Mistress,” I moaned desperately as she curled her fingers around my cock once more and began a firm, rhythmic stroke.

“Don’t worry slave, I’ll still stroke it for you… but you won’t, will you?”

“No Mistress, please… just let me cum.”

She ignored my plea and continued.

“If you’re a very good slave and make me cum as well as I know you can, I’ll probably even suck it for you and maybe even let your poor desperate cock inside me…but you still won’t be allowed to cum. Do you understand slave.”

“Yes Mistress…”

“I know that’ll be hard for you slave, being inside me, feeling my soft velvety pussy squeezing your poor, aching cock… but I know you love it too, don’t you slave, being inside your Mistress, but not being allowed to shoot your cum inside her?”

“God yes… Mistress.”

She let out a small laugh at my reaction.

“Even though you could if you really wanted to… but you would never disobey me like that would you slave?”

“No Mistress.” 

“And you promise to keep your hands off this time, no matter what?”

“Yes Mistress. I promise.”

“Because if you can’t then I might have to consider investing in something to make sure you can’t touch it, and you don’t really want me to do that do you?”

“I don’t know Mistress,” I answered, my head swimming. 

“Ah, I know you love the fantasy of me having the key to your cock around my neck, but I think it would be too easy for you. This way you have to be strong for me, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“So you agree to my terms?” 

“Yes Mistress.”

“You’re sure?” She asked, once again giving me every chance to back out.

“Yes Mistress.”

“I won’t ask you again, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” 

It was becoming almost impossible to maintain control now.

“And you know I won’t let you cum earlier, no matter how well you behave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She slowed down her strokes once more until her hand was barely moving, keeping me right on the edge of orgasm, but crucially not allowing me that final step to release.

“And of course, thirdly, you will attend to me whenever I request it, and I will be requesting it a LOT. You know how hot it makes me when I keep you in denial, and having you waiting so long is going to make me super-horny…so no matter where we are or what you are doing, when I call for attention, you’ll be ready won’t you…”

The thought of being denied and used as Mistress’s pleasure slave for four long weeks sounded like heaven on earth to me, and my face must have shown as much as she continued… 

“…I’m sure I don’t even need to ask you if you agree to that do I slave, seeing as that’s pretty much all you ever think about?”

“No Mistress,” my voice was barely a groan as I struggled to keep from coming before I was allowed to.

She was starting to sound a little different too, almost as if she was forcing herself to say what she really wanted to say before she lost her nerve….

“I told you my terms wouldn’t sound fair slave, but I know that you don’t really want them to be. You’ve told me over and over how you want me to control you and to take my pleasure as I please, while leaving you aching and desperate. Well now I’m beginning to see the attraction. If you agree to my terms, you will find that it will be the beginning of everything you ever dreamed of. But, I warn you slave, once I take control there’ll be no going back, and you might find it’s a lot more than you bargained for, maybe even more than you can handle. Are you willing to take that risk slave?”

She was holding me so close to the edge that one moment of extra pressure would push me helplessly over it, and everything she was saying was making it more and more difficult to hold back.

“Yes, yes Mistress.”

Now it was her turn to groan and she continued breathlessly.

“And you agree to all my terms?”

“Yes, yes Mistress. I agree to… all your terms…” I had almost completely lost control.

“Then cum slave, cum for your Mistress!”

She pumped me hard and fast and in barely a few seconds I watched as my spunk started to spurt out and splatter across her delicious chest. It seemed never ending, the cum just kept pumping out of me in huge ropes, and she was determined to drain me of every last morsel.

“That’s it slave, empty your balls for me…and make the most of it!” The lustful cruelty in her voice spurned me on to dig deeper still and expel the very last dregs of cum from my aching balls.

As she milked the last drops of spunk from my sensitive cockhead onto her right nipple the reality hit me that I was now in chastity for the next twenty eight days. She looked up at me and smiled evilly. 

“Now,” she said, leaning back on her outstretched arms. “Taste your devotion, and as you lick me clean, think about what the next four weeks is going to feel like.”

I bent down and licked the first drops of cum from her breast, feeling lightheaded at the fulfilment of two fantasies in one moment. I didn’t know what to say, or how to thank her for what she was doing for me, so I simply uttered “I love you Mistress,” between licks and swallows.

“I hope you still love me in four weeks…” she said as she watched me lick her clean. “…when your jaw aches almost as much as your balls, because I am going to make it everything you ever dreamt of and more.”

“I will Mistress…”

I finished licking her breasts clean and moved down to her stomach to clean up the stray drops of cum that had dripped there. Mistress moaned as I moved lower and placed her hand on my head, pushing me down between her legs and allowing me to eat her pussy for the first time that day.

“Mmm, that’s it slave, worship my gorgeous pussy and make me cum.”

I relished the taste of her beautiful slit, swallowing her juices and stimulating her with my fingers and tongue until she wrapped her fishnet clad legs around my head pulling me closer to her and then bucked wildly against me until she pushed my head away from her over-sensitive clit. I looked up and saw her beautiful, contented face and knew that this month was going to be the best month of my life.

Little did I know that it was also the start of something else as well.


Everything Has a Price – CH03 (written in February 2011)

The ride to the restaurant was short and we arrived well in time for our reservation. On arrival we made for the bar and I ordered our drinks and within a few minutes we were sitting at our table.

My wife picked up one of the menus the waiter had left and started to peruse the choices on offer. I tried to do the same, but sitting opposite my beautiful wife and thinking back to what we’d been doing before we left the house, I was more than a little distracted.

“What are you having?” She asked, stirring me from my daydream.


“What are you having?” She repeated, smiling and tilting her head to one side.

“Oh, erm….I haven’t actually looked at the menu.”

I realised that the waitress was standing by my side and felt rather foolish.

“I’ll come back in a few minutes,” said the waitress.

“Thanks,” I said as she disappeared.

No sooner had she left us than I felt my wife’s bare foot pressing into my groin and squeezing my hardening cock against my thigh. I looked down and then straight at her but she was feigning ignorance.

“Well, I like the look of the mushrooms to start,” she said, the ball of her foot rubbing hard against my cock.

I decided the best thing to do was to play along and so I returned my attention to the menu.

“Mmm, I might have the….erm, pate.”

She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“And then, I think the pie looks nice…” I added.

Again the raised eyebrow but no comment.

“I’m going to have the lamb,” she said decisively. 

The waitress returned and we ordered our food, but still she kept rubbing my cock with her foot. We talked as if nothing untoward was happening under the table and when eventually the starters arrived, I felt her foot pull away from my aching cock.

“That’s enough for now,” she said as the waitress turned to leave. 

“Thank you Mistress,” I whispered.

She looked at me for a second, wondering whether to tell me to say it again only louder, but eventually thought better of it. It was our local restaurant after all, so instead she smiled and whispered back ‘Good slave’. 

The rest of the meal was uneventful, the food was delicious and we both had the sickliest dessert on the menu. Consequently, when we arrived home at about 10:45 we felt like doing nothing more than laying down and going to sleep, or I certainly did.

However, Mistress wasn’t quite so snoozy, and she’d drunk quite a bit of wine, which generally makes her horny. So no sooner had my head hit the pillow, than she threw back the covers and moved down the bed to suck my rapidly growing cock. She really went for it, pulling on my balls and stroking me every which way as her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, until finally I couldn’t take any more.

“I’m getting close,” I warned her, but she kept sucking and pumping me harder.

I repeated my warning, but she paid me no heed, her mouth sucking harder as if trying to vacuum the cum out of my balls.

I felt my cock twitching and my balls starting to tighten and was about to repeat my warning a third time when she let my cock slip out of her mouth and then moved up the bed to kiss me. I tasted my cock on her breath and felt my wet cock throbbing against my stomach. As our tongues flicked against each other I was unsure as to whether I had just been put to the test or whether the alcohol had made her forget that I was in chastity. Then again, if she made me cum was that okay? I presumed not. My wife kissed me for some time, said ‘good night’ and fell asleep almost as soon as she turned over, but I lay awake for some time, my cock throbbing desperately and with a very full stomach. 

– – – 

I awoke first and got up almost straight away, I still felt kind of full and I’ve never been the laying in bed for no reason sort. I went downstairs and read for a while and eventually heard my wife getting out of bed.

After a few minutes the door opened and she stood there in here dressing gown, obviously feeling a bit rough but looking delicious as usual. My cock stirred into life again as I watched her bare legs carry her to the kitchen. It was already quite warm for the time of year and I was looking forward to the summer when I would get to see her gorgeous legs and feet more often.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, not sounding particularly great. “Just need some headache tablets.”

She returned from the kitchen with a glass of water and two painkillers which she quickly swallowed. She obviously wasn’t in the mood for talking so I let her read in peace, while I went for a walk.

We live in a fair sized village and you can easily walk for the better part of an hour if you want to, so long as you don’t mind some pointless walking up and down streets that are next to each other. It never bothered me, I always took my iPod when I walked alone and I found that I tended to drift off thinking about other stuff as I went through the motions of exercise. Needless to say I had plenty to think about as I walked. 

On my return I found that my wife had gone back to bed, her hangover really starting to kick in and so I was left to ponder my thoughts for some time longer. I mean, the last thing a hungover woman wants is her husband asking her stupid questions, right? Right! So I left her alone to sleep it off.

– – – 

By the evening she was feeling better and we watched a film together. When it finished we both decided an early night would be a good idea and so we turned in at just after 10pm. As she snuggled against me, I felt my cock stirring again and finally had to ask about the previous night.

“Umm, you know last night….did you forget that I wasn’t supposed to cum?”

I felt her suppressing a laugh, and then after a moments she said, “Maybe…”

“So what was I supposed to do?” I asked, comically feigning exasperation.

She laughed out loud now and looked up at me, her hand curling around my stiff cock.


She suddenly looked serious and let go of my cock.

“Remember who’s in charge here,” she said, suddenly taking on the persona of my Mistress for a few seconds, before laughing again.

She settled back down and her hand crept back to where my cock lay waiting. Her fingers encircled it once more and began a very slow stroking motion.

“Okay…I forgot, I was drunk, you know…”

“So what would have happened if you’d have made me cum?”

“I don’t know…”

“Would you have punished me?”

“I don’t know…” she repeated, her fingernails digging into my cock slightly.

I took that as a warning to shut up and did so immediately. She continued stroking my cock softly, until I started gently pumping my hips to increase the effect. Sensing my movements she held her hand still and told me that if I wanted to do that then I could do all the work. I tried for a few minutes but it was nowhere near as satisfying as being stroked and eventually I apologised and asked her to continue. She stroked me another three or four times and then let go altogether.

“Perhaps in future you’ll learn that I decide how much pleasure you get, not you?” She said curtly.

“Yes Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”

I wanted to beg her to touch me again, but even I could see that that was in complete contradiction to what I’d just said and besides, she was already turning over to go to sleep. I nestled against her, enjoying the feeling of her asscheeks rubbing against my throbbing hard-on ass she pushed them back towards me. We lay there silently as I gently stroked her stomach with my left hand and kissed her shoulder and back until we both fell asleep.

I woke up at 1 in the morning, still rock hard, and aware of a light film of pre-cum coating the tip of my cock. For the first time since I had agreed to this period of chastity I was feeling quite desperate to cum, and we hadn’t even passed the first week yet. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but my cock was absolutely throbbing and it was everything I could do not to get up and go to the bathroom to toss myself off. I lay there for another ten minutes or so, my aching shaft pulsing in time with my heart beat, until my eyes closed and I started to drift off…. 

I was almost asleep when I felt my hand gently close around my cock and give it a very firm squeeze, then a very hard tug. Suddenly I was awake again and aware of what I had just done, I pulled my hand away even though every sexual part of my brain was screaming at me to pound my cock in my fist and to make myself cum.

“Go on,” said a voice in my head. “She doesn’t have to know…”

I ignored the voice, but felt my hand slowly creeping back towards my cock. I pulled it away again and lay there thinking about what I had just done and thankfully before anything else happened I fell asleep.

– – –

When I woke up in the morning, I knew I had to confess my crime. I also knew that I should confess as soon as possible, or risk further punishment for my misdemeanour. I turned over and saw my wife laying next to me. Her eyes half open. After we had exchanged pleasantries I stole myself and confessed.

“Mistress, I have a confession to make.”

Her eyes opened fully.

“Last night, I woke up at about 1am and my cock was really hard and…. well, I touched it.”

My wife made a tutting noise and sighed somewhat theatrically.

“I know Mistress, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Really slave, you haven’t even gone a week yet.”

“I know Mistress. I’m so sorry…”

She smiled an evil smile and moved closer to me.

“I’m sure you can think of a way to make it up to me.”

She pushed me under the covers and I soon found myself in my favourite place, laying between her gorgeous thighs and tasting her beautiful pussy. This didn’t seem like much of a ‘punishment’ to me at all, and hardly much of a discouragement! Almost on cue, the covers where lifted and I looked up to see her looking down at me.

“I’m sure you realise this isn’t your punishment slave, but you know the better you make me cum the more lenient I’m likely to be.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress.”

“And slave…. I’m thinking of the paddle, so if I were you, I’d make it really, really good.”

“Yes Mistress, I will Mistress.”

The thought of the paddle spurred me on to a stellar performance which culminated in a huge orgasm for my Mistress. I struggled to keep my tongue in touch with her clit as she bucked wildly on the bed, so strong were her convulsions. But I knew even that couldn’t save me from some discomfort. As I lay under the sheets, lapping the juices from Mistress’s inner thighs and waiting for her to recover, my thoughts turned to the paddle and the punishment to come.


Everything Has a Price – CH02 (written in February 2011)

Truth be told, the first four days of my four weeks of denial were pretty uneventful. I was allowed to worship my beautiful Mistress’s pussy on the third day and gave her a very nice orgasm. Afterwards we cuddled until she fell asleep, leaving me to lay awake for some time with a rock hard cock that I wasn’t permitted to touch. 

I was just starting to wonder whether I should enquire of my Mistress if she was still planning to go ahead with what we’d discussed, but I soon discovered that she was merely toying with me…

On the fifth day, a Friday as it happened, Mistress greeted me at the door with a kiss. We enquired after each other’s day and she told me she had booked a local restaurant for 8:00pm. That was just over two and a half hours away. She told me she wanted me to go upstairs, shave and shower quickly and then come to the bedroom.

I was shaved and showered and was through the bedroom door within seven or eight minutes, and when I walked in I was greeted by the most glorious sight. Mistress was laying on the bed, on top of the duvet, completely naked except for her black lacey bra. Her legs were spread wide open and she was fucking herself with her favourite glass dildo.

She told me to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and I complied with her instructions immediately. She told me to slowly stroke my hardening cock as I watched her and added that under no circumstances was I to cum or to stop stroking. She said I could slow down if necessary, or loosen my grip, but I must not stop stroking. She paused for a moment and then added, “If you absolutely must stop stroking your cock then you will be punished, but that will be nothing compared to what will happen if you make yourself cum!”

I assured her that I would do as she instructed and curled my fingers around my cock and began a slow, rhythmic wanking motion. Mistress couldn’t actually see my cock from where she lay on the bed, but it didn’t really matter because as soon as she finished speaking she closed her eyes and concentrated on the glass dildo that was working it’s magic inside her pussy. I have always thought watching a woman pleasure herself was one of the most amazing things you could ever see and having been ordered to kneel at the foot of the bed and allowed to watch, made it even hotter.

Mistress pulled the glass dildo out of her pussy and rubbed the deeply ridged toy up and down her lips, groaning as the peaks stimulated her clit. Abruptly she pushed the clear glass cock back inside herself and fucked herself hard with it for a few seconds. Then she pulled it clear once more and held it up so I could see it, her juices glistening on it’s super-smooth surface.

“You’d like to taste that wouldn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Say please….”

“Please may I taste your beautiful juices from your dildo Mistress?”

She did not answer but tossed the dildo onto the duvet between her feet. I reached out with my left hand to retrieve it, but she stopped me.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to do that,” she snapped.

“I’m…I’m sorry Mistress.”

She watched me suspiciously as her fingers manipulated her clit.

“I hope you’re still rubbing that cock, slave.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You know better than to disobey me don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Have you had to slow down yet?”

“Not yet Mistress.”

“Good slave, because you’ve a way to go yet.”

“Thank you Mistress…”

She rubbed her clit for a while as I watched intently, my desperation to taste her juices growing stronger by the second.

“You may suck the dildo slave,” she announced finally.

“Thank you Mistress,” I said as my hand once more reached to retrieve the glass cock from the duvet, where it still lay between her feet.

“No, don’t use your hand…pick it up with your mouth.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

I leaned forward until I could get my lips around the head of the glass dildo and then sucked it into mouth and pulled it back so I could straighten up again. As she had told me not to use my hand, I daren’t do anything but hold the toy in my mouth as I continued slowly stroking my cock.

She watched amused, as it became harder and harder for me to hold the dildo in my mouth.

“I hope you’re not going to drop my dildo slave?”

I shook my head, knowing that to try and talk would be foolish in the extreme. She smiled. 

“That’s the best dildo I’ve ever had slave, but I don’t need to tell you do I? I’m sure you remember that time I fucked you with it… you liked that didn’t you slave?”

I nodded my agreement, slowing my hand as the memory of that occasion made my cock a little bit harder than it had been previously.

Eventually she allowed me to use my free hand to remove the dildo from my mouth. She told me to spit on it and get it nice and wet, it was fairly obvious where this was leading. 

“When you’ve made it nice and wet I want you to sit on it.”

I obediently pushed the dildo back between my legs and eased myself down on the slippery toy. Unlike plastic or rubber, glass is so smooth that even with hardly any lubrication it slips inside and it doesn’t drag or hurt at all. Within a half-minute the cock was fully inside me and I knelt back up to continue watching my Mistress pleasure herself.

“Is it fully inside you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good slave, don’t let it fall out, will you…”

“No Mistress.”

Hearing this made me thankful for the lack of any artificial lubrication as that would have made that task a lot more difficult.

“I bet your cock is like an iron bar now isn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Five days since you came already, but only two for me of course…you did a wonderful job on Wednesday night, as ever… but tonight I fancied a change. So, that’s why you’re down there and I’m playing with my own pussy for once. Tell me slave… have you ever seen me make myself cum before?”

“No Mistress…”

She knew damn well I hadn’t, she just liked asking me these questions for the sake of it.

“No…but you’d like to wouldn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed, somehow sensing this wasn’t going to work out quite as I might have hoped..

“Of course you would… keep stroking that cock slave…”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Is watching me make myself cum another one of your secret fantasies slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I gulped, quite loudly.

“I see. Well… you’ve already had one of your fantasies fulfilled this week so I think maybe we should save it for another time. Don’t you slave?”

“Whatever pleases you Mistress,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

She let out a small moan as her fingers worked her clit and she felt herself moving a little closer towards orgasm.

“Hmm, reach under the bed slave, and pull out what you find there.”

I reached under the bed and my fingers touched something cold and rubbery. I realised immediately what it was and pulled it out.

“Put it on,” she said.

I obediently slid the blindfold over my head and adjusted it so that I couldn’t see out of the sides.

“Is it effective slave?” 

“Yes Mistress.”


She fell silent for a while and as my sense of sight was removed I found my hearing becoming slightly more acute. I could hear the sound of my own fingers slowly pumping my cock back and forth and more excitingly I could hear her fingers manipulating her sodden cunt.

As I knelt there slowly pumping my cock, every sound that came from the bed made me want to pump my cock hard until my cum burst from the tip in a glorious stream. But I knew what was expected of me and kept myself under control. 

We must have stayed like that for a good ten minutes or so, until I heard a small grunt escape her lips and then the sound of her body convulsing violently on the bed. After she had cum I felt my own orgasm approaching and had to slow my strokes right down. The dildo buried in my ass didn’t make it any easier as it’s deep ridges rested against my prostate, stimulating it and urging me to stroke faster so that my balls could release their load.

I heard her moving on the bed and thought I could feel her closer to me than before. Then she spoke, and I realised she was right at the foot of the bed, looking down at me stroking my cock.

“Good slave, I am pleased with you.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I said, hoping that she might tell me to stop sooner rather than later.

Instead she pushed her fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean of her gorgeous juices, slowing my hand even more as I licked between her fingers until every drop was gone.

“Good slave, you may stop stroking now.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I gasped as I released my cock and dropped my hands to my sides.

“It looks incredibly hard slave, that must have taken a lot of self control.”

“Yes Mistress… it did Mistress.”

“I am very pleased with you slave… I would offer to let you slide your poor aching cock inside my beautiful, wet pussy… but I fear you would explode as soon as you felt my silky soft lips on your skin, don’t you agree slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I ruefully conceded.

“Some other time perhaps,” she sighed.

“Whatever pleases you Mistress,” I offered, torn between the desire to feel her beautiful pussy and the knowledge that if she did allow me inside her I would surely cum instantly, thus leaving me open to God knows what kind of punishment..

She reached down and I felt her fingertips sliding along the length of my cock. It bobbed as she teased it and then I felt her move lower and she squeezed my balls in her palm.

“Hmm, maybe you could stand just a couple of seconds…. but I don’t want to risk it, I want to keep these balls nice and full. You’ve done well so far, but five days is only the start… you know you’re not going to cum for at least another 23 days, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress…” my voice must have given away my confusion over her wording.

“Oh I know the agreement was for 28 days slave, but you know… things can change, if it pleases me….”

“Yes Mistress.”

She released my balls and sat up on the end of the bed, her legs splayed open so that my face was just a few inches from the heat of her pussy. 

“Can you smell my pussy slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, licking my lips as I breathed in her delicious and intoxicating scent.

“Do you want to taste me slave?”

“Yes please Mistress,” I begged.

“I’m sure you do… my pussy is soaking wet and my juices are smeared all over the tops of my thighs….”

I let out a groan as I imagined the view beyond the blindfold.

“Just breathe me in,” she said as she placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, probably just a couple of inches from her dripping slit. 

It was so hard not to dive into her pussy and lick every drop of juice from around her warm wet hole, but somehow I managed to control myself, wanting to show her that I could obey her every word. 

She held me there for a couple of minutes, watching me breathing in her scent almost in a trance.

“You may kiss my pussy,” she said softly.

Obediently I planted one tender kiss on the sodden lips of her pussy and then waited for further instructions. She trembled slightly as she felt my lips graze hers and for a moment I thought she was going to allow me to go further, but sadly it was not to be. She pushed me gently back and then I sensed her moving away from me. My lips had her juices on them and I desperately wanted to lick them and swallow her taste. But I daren’t do anything without her say so.

“Wait here,” she said and I heard her walk out of the room.

Once I was sure she was gone I snaked my tongue over my lips and swallowed her gorgeous juices. I heard the shower start and then stop and still I waited. It must have been nearly half an hour before she returned and my knees were aching from kneeling for so long.

I felt the blindfold being pulled away and I squinted against the bright light until I refocused. Mistress stood before me in the dress she had chosen for our dinner date.

“You look beautiful Mistress,” I said, admiring the woman I was honoured to call my wife.

“Thank you slave,” she said as she sat on the end of the bed and raised her bare foot to my mouth. 

I took hold of her foot to support it and began kissing and sucking on her toes and inevitably this caused my cock to quickly harden once again. Noticing this, Mistress used her other foot to rub it gently and then scratched my balls with her long painted toenails. I groaned into her foot as she did this and she dug them in harder causing me to wince slightly. Then I felt her pull her foot away before giving me a playful kick. It didn’t hurt, but it was a surprise that caught me off guard. Mistress was amused to note the effect it had on my cock and commented on it.

“Do you like being kicked in the balls slave?”

“I…well, as long as it’s not too hard Mistress.”

She smiled and then kicked again just a little harder.

“How about that slave, your cock seems to be getting harder so I’m assuming it didn’t hurt?”

“No Mistress, that was fine…”

She swapped her feet over and pushed her other foot towards my mouth. Again I supported it with my hands and gently began worshipping her beautiful foot with my lips and tongue.

“Not that it matters slave…after all, I control what happens to your balls, so I can kick them as hard as I like, can’t I slave?”

“Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress.”

She chuckled and almost inexplicably I felt my cock become even harder, even though I had no real desire to be savagely kicked in the balls! I then felt her toes sliding along the length of my cock before her foot delivered one more slightly harder, but still essentially fairly ‘gentle’, tap to my hanging balls.

Deep down I knew she would never ‘ball-bust’ me, but hearing her talk about it still turned me on, even though I knew the reality would likely be quite unpleasant!

“You love my feet don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied truthfully.

“Hmm, I sometimes wonder if you like my feet more than the rest of my body, is that true slave, you’re always so keen to worship them?”

Now here was a minefield of a question, which I subtly sidestepped.

“I do love your feet Mistress, but I love every inch of your body. I would gladly kiss and worship any part of your body if you asked or allowed me to. But I do particularly like worshipping your feet because it seems the most submissive… “

“Really slave, don’t you think worshipping my ass is more submissive?”

“Perhaps Mistress, but I know that being allowed to worship your ass is a special treat that I have to earn, when it pleases you.” 

She shifted on the bed as my words brought a fresh flood of pussy juice to her already dripping slit.

“Is that how you see it slave?”

“Yes Mistress. I adore worshipping your ass….”

“So you’d rather be doing that than kissing my feet slave?”

Ah, shit, I’d talked myself into a corner here.

“Umm, yes Mistress… but I still consider myself fortunate to be allowed to worship your beautiful feet.”

“But you’d rather be working your tongue deep into my tight ass?”

“Yes Mistress…if it pleased you Mistress.”

She sat in silence for a few moments watching me squirm as I eagerly worshipped her foot and enjoying the feeling of my mouth on her skin.

“Well slave, I suppose I should punish you for that… but I can see that you really do love to worship my gorgeous feet, so maybe I’ll let it go this time.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I gasped, before slipping her big toe inside my mouth and gently sucking it again.

“After all, I can’t really blame you for lusting after my beautiful, tight ass can I slave?”

“No Mistress.”

“Is it your favourite taste slave? Or is my pussy still your number one?”

“Your pussy always tastes absolutely wonderful Mistress… but being allowed to worship your ass is just…special Mistress.”

She pulled foot away and stood up so that I was level with her crotch. She turned around and told me to kiss her ass. I leaned forward slightly and pressed my lips to the fabric of her dress where it stretched beautifully over her cheeks. She turned round again and bent down to kiss me on the top of my head.

“You have done very well tonight slave… but now I think you should go and get dressed, time is knocking on.”

“Thank you Mistress…. Umm, may I remove the dildo Mistress.”

She gave me a playful, indecisive look, then bent down and gave my cock one more hard squeeze.

“Yes slave, you may remove the dildo.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I said, breathing in her perfume as she rose to her feet once more and then left me alone to get ready.

I carefully extracted the dildo from my backside, trembling slightly as the deep ridges stretched my ass as I pulled it out and then took it to the bathroom to wash it thoroughly. By the time I had done that my cock had softened somewhat and as I had already shaved and showered I merely needed to get dressed and I would be ready to go. 

Fifteen minutes later we were in the car and driving to the restaurant…


Everything Has a Price – CH04 (written in February 2011)

After she had recovered from her intense orgasm, we lay together for some time. Occasionally I would look over at the clock and see that another twenty minutes had passed, until finally Mistress decided it was time to get up. She threw back the sheets as she got out of bed, exposing my hard cock, but she didn’t look back and so didn’t notice it. Or perhaps, she was deliberately ignoring it…

I was a little confused. She had led me to believe that I was to be punished for my mistake, and while I knew she’d enjoyed the orgasm I’d given her, I couldn’t really believe that I’d completely atoned for my sins.

I waited in the bedroom for a while, to see if she came back, as I was concerned that she might think I was trying to get away without being punished if I got up and got dressed. I heard her go downstairs and close the door and as such I rightly assumed that she wasn’t coming back.

I got up and had a quick shower, then made my way downstairs. She was sitting in her chair reading when I came down and I hesitated as I passed her on the way to the kitchen. She didn’t look up from her book and after a couple of seconds I continued on my way.

Now I was very confused. I made myself a cup of tea and went and sat next to her for a while but she seemed only to be interested in her book. Eventually I got up and decided to mow the lawn. After I had finished I went back inside and still she was only interested in her book! I eventually gave up and found something to do and the day passed slowly, albeit pleasantly enough.

I was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of test. Was I supposed to remind her about my punishment, if I didn’t was I leaving myself open for greater sanction? We were still new at this game, so we really hadn’t thrashed out all the rules or protocols. On the other hand, was it my place to ask her? Should I be grateful that she had seemingly let it slide, or was that merely going to be used against me at some later juncture?

Eventually, just as we were about to go to bed, I decided to bring it up.

“Umm, can I ask you something?”

“Yes,” she said, looking a little worried.

“It’s just that, well…. I thought you were going to punish me for touching my cock.”

She looked rather awkward for a moment, and then a little smile crept onto her lips.

“Well I didn’t….I didn’t really mean it, I was just….”

The disappointment on my face must have been more than apparent, but I tried to bluff it out.

“Oh, okay…”

I got up quickly and went to make my sandwiches for the next day. It wasn’t that I particularly relished the feel of the paddle, it’s just that…

I heard her come into the kitchen behind me and I felt strangely irritated and a little annoyed. She put her arm around me and kissed me.

“I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay,” I said, cutting my sandwiches in half and placing them in a Tupperware box.

I heard her climb the stairs and I felt really mad. Mad at myself for being annoyed more than anything. I placed the Tupperware in the fridge ready for the morning and then headed up to bed. When I got there she was reading again and I got into bed beside her and put my arm across her, using my fingers to gently stroke her stomach.

After a while she put her book down and turned out the light. We lay together again, just as we had at the start of the day, only now I was tense and irritable. I think she must have picked up on this, because after a few minutes she asked me if I was okay. At first I said I was and then a few minutes later I admitted I wasn’t…

“It’s just, you said you were going to punish me, and….”

“I know…” she said.

There was a short silence.

“…and I was going to, it’s just that… it feels a bit weird.”


“Well, I’ve never done that before… except when we’re in a session.”

“Oh, right…”

The penny dropped. She was right, we had been having regular monthly BDSM sessions for years, but inbetween times we were almost totally ‘vanilla’. Now she felt awkward because she wasn’t used to doing things like using the paddle on me without the familiar setting of the ‘session’ to reassure her it was okay. It hadn’t occurred to me before, but now it made total sense.

On the one hand I was pleased that she had said she had intended to and that it hadn’t just been a lot of hot air, but on the other I was at a bit of a loss as to how to negotiate this little problem. We lay together for a while longer and then she made a suggestion.

“What if, we had a little ‘session’ once a week, just until I get used to the idea?”

“Okay,” I said, more than pleased that she wanted to meet the problem head-on rather than hoping it would go away.

“Like, say, every Friday or something. I could keep a note of any confessions you had made and then on Friday I could punish you for them?”

“Well, if that’s the way you want to do it, that’s fine.”

“I know it’s not ideal, but I think it might help me to get used to the idea…”

“Okay, let’s do that then.”

We kissed goodnight and then settled down to go to sleep, my cock already throbbing as I thought about the following Friday.

– – – 

The working week was fairly uneventful. I was allowed to worship Mistress’s pussy on the Tuesday night and in return she gave me a rather short period of extremely mild teasing. Mindful of the Friday session, I just managed to resist moving my hips as she stroked my cock infuriatingly softly. I desperately wanted to plead with her to stroke harder and faster, but as she had already made plain, it was for her to decide the level of pleasure I was to receive, not me.

Friday finally arrived and I was on edge all day, waiting for the evening to come. I arrived home at 5:30 to find Mistress waiting for me. Once again she told me to go straight upstairs and to shower and shave and then come to her in the bedroom. As before I was shaved and out of the shower in record time, only this time when I went into the bedroom she wasn’t lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Instead, she was sitting, fully clothed on the end of the bed. Not only that, but she was holding the paddle in her right hand and tapping it on her denim clad knee.

I felt slightly self conscious being naked while she was fully dressed, but strangely aroused by it at the same time. It just reinforced the idea of her supremacy over me, and made my balls feel slightly heavier with the 12 day load they were now carrying.

She stood up and held out my leather cuffs.

“Put these on,” she said.

I took them and fastened them around my wrists as instructed and then she ordered me onto the bed on all fours. She quickly secured my wrists to the ties that are permanently affixed to the bedposts and then she slowly dragged the paddle down my back. The leather felt cold on my warm skin and I almost jumped when I first felt it.

Mistress chuckled at my edginess and reached between my legs to stroke my balls. After a few moments she curled her fingers around them and pulled them down in a slow, deliberate movement.

“Your balls still feel nice and full slave, I hope they are…”

“They are Mistress,” I responded.

“They’d better be,” she said

She seemed to be slipping into her role easily enough, I couldn’t quite see what the problem was. Still, if this was the way she wanted to do it, who was I to argue?

Her hand moved further forward and she gave my cock a hard squeeze, causing me to let out a deep groan.

“Feels good to have your cock touched doesn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I groaned, truly grateful for some strong stimulation after her lighter than light stroking earlier in the week.

Almost immediately she let go, leaving me aching for her to touch me again.

“Unfortunately slave, someone can’t keep his hands to himself, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I hope you haven’t repeated that infraction during the last week?”

“No Mistress.”

“Are you sure slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Even though I deliberately made your teasing session on Tuesday rather short and very… for want of a better word, unsatisfying?”

I moaned softly in the knowledge that she had deliberately stroked me agonisingly softly, seemingly for no other reason than to try and provoke me into breaking her rules again.

“Yes Mistress.”

She paused for a moment to drag the paddle across my ass, teasing me with it and ramping up the tension.

“And do you have anything else to confess?”

“No Mistress.”

“Are you sure slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Really slave? You haven’t touched your cock, or… sniffed my dirty panties, or… touched my pussy or ass when I was asleep?”

“No Mistress,” I replied honestly though the slight tremble in my voice probably made me sound as guilty as sin.

“You like the sound of those things though don’t you slave, even though you know you’re not allowed to do any of them?”

“Yes Mistress…” I didn’t actually know I wasn’t allowed to do all those things before, but I certainly did now!

She let out a small chuckle and dragged the paddle across my ass one more time.

“Good slave. Well, as promised I have taken into account your excellent performance on Sunday morning, and after much deliberation I have decided on your pun….”


The first stroke came out of nowhere and I cried out more from the shock than the actual pain, which was minimal. 

She waited a few seconds and then continued…

“Well it seems that someone has forgotten the drill already, so we shall start again.”

Damn, I was so surprised by her first smack that I forgot to count the stroke and thank her for it.

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

She started again and landed four fairly soft slaps to my ass, which I counted off in turn and thanked her for. Then she upped the ante somewhat, and delivered another four strokes which were somewhat harder than the earlier ones, and each harder than the last. I was soon gritting my teeth as I counted and wondering how many strokes I would have to endure.

She paused for a moment and then leaned down to look at my face. 

“Is that sufficient to dissuade you from touching MY cock, slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered, even though deep down I knew damn well it wasn’t.

“Hmm…. well I’m not so sure about that slave… It seems to me that it’s going to take a little more than a few slaps to make you think twice, wouldn’t you agree slave?”

“Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress.”

“Really, well that’s strange because not thirty seconds ago you just told me that your punishment was sufficient, did you not?”

“Err… yes Mistress.”

“Oh dear slave…you really are getting yourself in all sorts of bother aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress. I really am sorry Mistress…”

“Hmm, I’m sure you are slave…. So I tell you what, why don’t you tell me how many strokes you think would dissuade you?”

“Umm, I don’t know Mistress.”

“Really slave, surely you must have some idea?”

“Well, I…. I don’t really know Mistress.”

“What about a hundred slave, that should do the trick?”

“If it pleases you Mistress!” I almost squealed.

She looked into my eyes and smiled…


I couldn’t bring myself to respond but my face must have conveyed to her that I thought that was more than I could cope with at present.

She straightened up.

“Yes, maybe you’re right, I can’t expect you to take that kind of beating without building up to it can I….so then, I tell you what slave, why don’t you pick a number between one and four.”

“Err, three Mistress.”

“Good slave, I’ll pick four… so three times four, that’s another twelve strokes, do you think that will do the trick?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said, thinking twelve more strokes sounded a hell of a lot better than a hundred!

“Hmm, we’ll see….”

Mistress started the next four strokes, moving them up one notch in intensity from the previous set. I counted them off and thanked her for each of them and then she paused for a few moments as she pondered the remaining strokes.

“I think I might try something different now slave…”

“If it pleases you Mistress,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“Don’t bother to try and count these slave.”

As soon as she finished speaking she brought the paddle down six times in rapid succession, causing me to wobble on the bed as my arms trembled and I held my breath as I tried to blank out the stinging that spread across my backside.

“Two left slave…” said Mistress. “You may count these.”

I felt the paddle slap down very hard against my right cheek, causing me to wince loudly before remembering to count.

“Nineteen, thank you Mistress.”

She repeated the strike on my left side and I counted once more, utterly relieved that my punishment was over.

“Twenty………………. thank you Mistress.”

I felt the paddle slam into my backside one more time.

“Too slow slave!”

“Twenty one thank you Mistress!!!” I countered rapidly.

She dropped the paddle on the bed and then I felt her hand gently rubbing my reddened arse. Fairly quickly it moved down between my legs once more to where my cock now hung limply. It didn’t take long for her to coax it back to life, but as soon as it was fully hard she took her hand away, once again leaving me totally frustrated and desperate.

She undid the ties on my cuffs and told me to sit up on my knees. I gladly did so, my cock sticking out in front of me, aching for her attention. Despite the fact that she was just wearing a T-shirt and jeans, she looked every bit a Goddess to me. I felt quite overwhelmed by my feelings for her and I felt my jaw start to tremble slightly. She noticed this and gave me an affectionate smile, before ordering me to get down on the floor on my knees. I eagerly moved into position on the carpet and watched as she came and stood right in front of me.

“Undo my jeans,” she said softly.

I reached up and undid the button which held her jeans together and then slowly slid the zip down. As I did so her jeans parted and I saw her pink knickers, I could instantly smell her pussy and I was absolutely desperate to taste her.

“Pull them down,” she continued, and I slowly and carefully pulled her jeans down until they were around her ankles.

I was so desperate to push my face into her pussy and lick her gorgeous slit. She was obviously turned on as there were some damp marks beginning to show on the thin cotton that covered her delicious pussy and that made it all the harder for me to keep a respectful distance. 

She turned around and I was presented with her beautiful ass, covered only with a thin layer of cotton. My cock throbbed and bobbed and it was all I could do to keep my hands at my sides, despite my very recent ‘correction’.

She bent forward over the bed and told me that I was permitted to press my face between her legs. I carefully pushed my face forward and through the pink material I could smell her arousal and knew that just inches from my mouth was her delicious pussy and tight little asshole. Right then I would have given almost anything to have been allowed to pull those panties down and worship her gorgeous pussy and ass. A hundred smacks of the paddle would have been willingly traded… if only she had asked, but sadly this was not an option that was available to me. 

After less than half a minute, Mistress pulled herself back up and pushed me away. She turned around and looked down at me, noting my throbbing erection with immense satisfaction. She used her left hand to lift up her T-shirt and then played her right across her stomach before gently lowering it inside her panties. I could see her knuckles through the thin pink cotton as she stroked her wet pussy lips and clit and I knew my jaw was really trembling now.

Satisfied that she had me exactly where she wanted me, she removed her fingers from her pussy and lifted them to her mouth, gently licking and sucking each one dry. I watched her, feeling completely helpless and under her power, knowing that I was utterly under her spell and hers to use as she pleased. She could have done anything to me at this point, no request would have been denied, but instead she smiled down at me and said “Good slave, you may get dressed and go and look after the dinner.”

I looked up at her, more than a little put out and rather bemused.

She smiled mischievously at me in a way which clearly warned me ‘you started this game and if you want me to keep playing along you’ll do exactly as you’re told’.

I looked down and stared longingly at her panty covered crotch once more, my tongue involuntarily licking my lips as I struggled to accept her order.

“Slave,” she said sternly. “You may go!”

“Yes Mistress,” I finally managed to reply. “Thank you Mistress.”

I rose to my feet and moved slowly towards the door, my eyes refusing to relinquish their grip on her body.

“I’ll be along in a while, I just have to take care of something first…”

I left her alone in the bedroom and she pointedly shut the door behind me. As I got dressed I looked down at my poor aching cock and for the first time wondered if I had made a huge mistake by asking her to control me in this way. Here I was, pulling on my clothes and struggling desperately not to touch my aching prick, while she was obviously getting herself off before dinner! I mean, how did this happen!

Once I was dressed and downstairs looking after the dinner, I realised that it was no mistake. My cock had softened somewhat and was still a constant reminder of my state, but I felt strangely happy and content, knowing that my beautiful Mistress was pleasuring herself and no doubt giving herself the one thing that I was definitely not allowed to. 

As I stuck a knife in the potatoes to check they were cooked, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned round and saw her entering the kitchen, her face was flushed and she smiled at me lovingly, she looked as gorgeous then as I had ever seen her and once again I felt completely under her spell and completely smitten in her presence.

We said no more about what had gone on until we were in bed together, where she dropped something of a bombshell and showed that she knew me better than I ever thought possible. 

She said… “I don’t really think any amount of paddling would stop you touching your cock… but I think denying you the taste of my pussy might…”

I was shocked, but I had to agree and I swore to myself that that would be the last time I ever touched my cock without permission. 

It simply wasn’t worth it…


Everything Has a Price – CH05 (written in February 2011)

During the third week Mistress was expecting her period, so on Monday night she was more than keen to avail herself of my tongue once again. Being a complete pussy-slut and an always willing slave, I was more than happy to oblige and after I had made her cum she told me to kneel up on the bed between her legs. I did so and shrugged the sheets back off my shoulders. She congratulated me on my good work and then used her foot to tease my cock and balls, causing me to rise to full mast in a matter of seconds. 

As she continued she became a little rougher, squashing my cock against my thigh or my pelvis with the base of her foot, or occasionally giving me a soft kick to the balls. She watched me face intently as she registered my reaction to every movement and gradually opened her legs to give me a good view of her dripping wet slit.

She stopped for a moment and reached over to open her bedside drawer. Her favourite glass dildo appeared and before long she had it buried inside her wet pussy. My cock ached as I watched her, watching me through half closed eyes as she stretched her tight cunt with the glass prick. 

I could feel every ounce of cum that was swimming around inside my balls now, it was over a fortnight since I’d cum and I was well and truly in the zone. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to ask her to please let me cum, but I knew it would not do me any good, and would probably make it worse.

The full length of her foot pressed against my cock as it was pushed firmly against my stomach. I could have cum just from that if I’d wanted to, the sight of her fucking herself with the glass cock was so horny and the pressure from her foot was more than enough to push me over the edge. But I knew that I had to fight, I knew that I had to wait for permission to cum, and that was not going to be forthcoming for a long time yet. 

Finally she stopped and removed her foot. She spread her legs wide to give me a better view and then vigorously fucked herself with the length of hardened glass. My cock twitched as I watched and once again I was having to force myself to keep my hands at my sides, but it was getting harder and harder with every passing day.

After a while she moved to one side of the bed and bid me to come and lay next to her. I did as she asked and she used her free hand to guide me onto my back. She pulled the glass dildo out of her silky, wet cunt and used it to tease the length of my cock before offering it to my mouth to clean. I greedily slurped all her juices from the ribbed toy and then she replaced it easily in her slippery hole.

She leaned over me and kissed my chest, then bit one of my nipples before kissing me full on the lips and tasting her juices on my tongue. She groaned as she felt the dildo press against her clit and in a moment she had straddled me and moved up my body so that her pussy was right above my chin. She buried the dildo inside her hole and then sat on my face, ordering me to lick her clit while the dildo stretched her pussy. The base of the dildo was somewhat in the way but I did the best I could. Soon I found I could use my chin to press on the base of the dildo which moved it down just enough that I could get to her clit properly. The extra downward pressure also meant the top of the dildo pressed upwards against her G-spot and Mistress groaned appreciatively. 

After a while she tired of this and lifted herself up and removed the dildo, her pussy was sopping wet and a beautiful deep pink colour. Wasting no time, her pussy was soon back over my mouth and she ground her cunt against my face, making her wetter and wetter all the time.

Finally she lifted herself up and moved down the bed so that her pussy was right over my throbbing cock. She lowered herself down and her lips slipped around the underside of it, pressing the length of my cock against my stomach. Now she started grinding herself against my cock instead of my face and I was trembling as I fought the urge to cum. I looked up at her, her gorgeous tits swaying gently as she rocked back and forth, teasing my poor aching meat. I was in Heaven and Hell all at once.

She lowered herself down so that her nice full tits pressed against my chest and her lips met mine. We kissed for several minutes as I endured the torment of her hot, wet, dripping cunt sliding gently up and down against my cock.

“Do you want to be inside me?” She asked quietly.

“Oh God yes Mistress,” I groaned.

“Do you?” She continued. “Is that what you want more than anything?”

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed. “Please let me inside your beautiful pussy….”

“Hmm, maybe….” she whispered, grinding her pussy against the head of my cock as hard as she could. “But you have to give me some reassurances first.”

“Yes Mistress, anything…”

I heard her chuckle softly to herself.

“First, you must promise not to cum, no matter what…”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Second, you must tell me when you are getting close to cumming…”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And third, you must promise to keep absolutely still.”

“I will Mistress, I promise.”

“Are you sure you can do all those things slave, even if I make it really hard for you?”

“Yes Mistress, I’ll try my best…”

“Not good enough slave.”

She ground her clit into my shaft once more, groaning as she did so.

“Maybe this is as much as you can take slave, maybe being inside me would be just that little bit too much….”

She ground herself harder still into my pulsing stalk.

“…maybe my warm, wet, silky pussy would be more than you can handle after two weeks without being allowed to cum?”

The thought of missing out on being allowed inside her after so long pushed me to the brink of frustration.

“Please Mistress…, please, I’ve GOT to be inside you….”

“Got to be, slave?” She taunted. “There is no ‘got to be’ slave, there’s only Mistress’s pleasure and… “

She drifted off as once again she used her dripping cunt to grind my throbbing prick into my stomach until I let out a load groan of frustration.

“…but since you’ve been such a very good slave for the last two weeks, I do think you deserve a little something….”

She reached down between our bodies and curled her fingers around my solid prick. I gasped and without thinking thrust my hips forward to meet her touch. She squeezed my cock very hard and allowed the tips of her nails to dig into my flesh.

“…what did I say about staying still?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress!”

“Do that once more and I won’t touch your cock for the rest of the month!”

“No please Mistress, I’m sorry….please… don’t… stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” repeated Mistress in a sarcastic voice. “Now there’s a phrase that’s gotten you in trouble before, hasn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”

She slid down the bed so that her mouth was right over my groin, her fist pumping my aching cock as I tried to stay perfectly still. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth closing over the head of my cock and I had to force myself to stay still. After a few seconds I felt the air around my cock again, followed by her tongue snaking around and then her teeth gently closing on my cock-head. I gasped but stayed absolutely still as she slowly sank her teeth deeper and deeper into my cock. It didn’t really hurt that much but it was quite intense and made it more than a little difficult to stay still. 

She only did it for a few seconds and then released me, only to repeat the trick a few seconds later, this time using her right hand to squeeze my overfull balls at the same time. I groaned loudly but I moved not an inch, and eventually she let me go and moved back up the bed slightly.

I felt her gorgeous soft breasts rubbing against my cock and I remembered the last time I came, covering those beautiful fleshy tits with two weeks of cum, just like I had in my balls right now. Mistress must have known what I was thinking, as she remarked on it…

“Just think slave, two weeks ago you were standing at the end of the bed as your poor aching cock spurted all over my gorgeous tits, I bet that seems a long while ago now doesn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress,” I murmured.

“I bet you’d love to do that again wouldn’t you slave, to relieve your aching balls all over my gorgeous tits? You’d beg to do that wouldn’t you slave, and to lick them clean again…wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress..”

“Beg then slave, beg me to allow you to shoot your cream all over my tits and beg me to let you lick them clean and swallow every drop of your ball-churning load!”

It took me a few seconds to formulate the words in my mind and feed them to my mouth.

“Please Mistress, please let me shoot my cum on your gorgeous breasts and… please… allow me to clean you with my tongue afterwards…”


“….and grant me permission to swallow every drop Mistress.”

“Is that what you really want slave?” She said, pumping my cock with her fist.

“Yes M…..if it pleases you Mistress,” I corrected myself, just in time.

She stopped pumping my cock and instead used her hand to rub the tip against her rock hard nipple.

“Hmm, but it doesn’t please me slave….and I think you knew that, but still you asked…”

She rubbed her fingertip over the head of my cock, collecting the thin sheen of precum that had formed there, before pushing her arm up to my mouth. Instead of pushing it into my mouth she wickedly spread it on my lips, like lip balm and then pulled her hand away once more.

“…and that means you were thinking of your own pleasure not mine, doesn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I conceded.

She circled her thumb and forefinger around my cock and balls and pulled them forward until my balls were stretched as far as they would go. I felt her tongue snake across them and then her mouth closed over my cock once more. She sucked me for just a few seconds before she let go, moved around on the bed and dropped her pussy onto my face, leaving us in a classic 69 position.

“Make me wet, slave,” she ordered before sinking her head down as far it would go onto my cock.

Truth be told she was still dripping wet, but I never need to be asked twice to pleasure her pussy and so I pushed my tongue as deep into her silky hole as I could, my nose pressed right into the crack of her ass. God I wanted so much to lick her ass, to force my tongue into it as deep as it would go and rim her properly. But I knew if I touched her ass without permission it would only lead to more punishment. We stayed like that for a few minutes, me fighting the urge to shoot my cum down her throat while she got wetter and wetter as my tongue plunged as deep into her as it would go.

Finally she climbed off me and she retrieved something else from the drawer which she made sure I couldn’t see. She moved down the bed with her back to me and straddled me again and placed the tip of my cock against her smooth, wet pussy lips.

“Do you remember what you promised slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What did you promise slave?”

“I won’t cum Mistress, no matter what. I’ll tell you if I’m getting close to cumming… and I won’t move an inch Mistress…”

“Good slave, I’m glad you remembered…. Just make sure you stick to your promises, or this is going to be a very long month for you.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And slave…”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Just so you know, if you should cum without permission, even if you don’t get to fully enjoy it… this whole month starts over…”

I gulped loudly.

“…so make sure you don’t!”

“Yes Mistress, I will Mistress.”


I felt her rub my cock against her pussy lips and slowly felt her body move downwards, enveloping me in her warm, wet flesh. My jaw was trembling again as I breathed heavily, the feeling of her cunt so delicious and intense after so much waiting. I wanted so bad to thrust my cock upwards, to push it deep inside her, but I knew it was forbidden. I had to wait for her to push down, for her to grant me the level of pleasure she decided upon. 

As she slowly edged her way down my straining shaft, I thought of how she’d fucked herself with the glass dildo earlier, and realised that if she hadn’t already stretched her pussy with that hard, glass cock that my task now would be almost impossible.

She reached the base of my cock and stopped pushing. I was fully inside her at last and it felt fucking amazing, better than I could ever have imagined. Denial can be hard, but the rewards are spectacular.

“Now slave,” she began. “Remember your promises to me… it’s time you were punished for thinking of your own pleasure instead of mine.”

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed, barely caring as long as I was allowed to stay inside her beautiful, beautiful pussy.

She turned her head, to look over her shoulder. Noticing my eyes were closed she warned me again…

“Remember, don’t move a muscle.”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed, clearly unprepared for what was about to happen.

She turned her head back around and slid her hand down between my legs, caressing my balls gently.

“I bet you loved having your nose right up against my ass didn’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress, it was lovely.”

“But you wouldn’t dare touch it without my permission would you?”

“No Mistress,” I replied, truthfully.

“Good slave… if you can remain obedient, then there’s no reason why I shouldn’t indulge your from time to time. You’d like that wouldn’t you slave?”

“If it pleases you Mistress,” I answered, all to aware of the trap she had laid for me.

“Good answer slave,” she laughed. “Now…let’s see…”

She dragged the short cock-whip tails across my balls and before I could even work out what they were, I felt her start to whip me, each blow becoming more slightly more intense than the last. I clenched my fists, desperate not to move, but in a matter of fifteen to twenty seconds it became too much and I felt my hips start to twist as I tried to move my aching balls away from her.

Immediately she stopped and lifted her pussy off me, causing me to moan in frustration and disappointment. I couldn’t believe it had taken me two weeks to get inside her and then after barely more than a minute and a half it was gone again!

“Fuck!” I hissed, not because of the mild throbbing in my nuts, but because I was so annoyed that I had failed to keep still.

Mistress, looked down at me, somewhat amused by my frustration. Eventually noting, “Ah well, at least you didn’t have to worry about cumming without permission…”

I couldn’t even bring myself to answer that, and instead lay on the bed, breathing heavily, feeling utterly broken. After a minute or so my cock started to soften and Mistress decided that would be the perfect moment to finish what she had started. I felt the cock-whip lash across my shaft and looked down just in time to see it strike again and again, each stroke harder than the last.

Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tighten as the blood surged back into my cock and I knew that if she kept this up I was going to shoot. I blurted out a warning to Mistress and she stopped her assault momentarily, before asking me how many more strokes I thought I could take without cumming. I really had no idea, so I arbitrarily picked a number out of the air…

“Three, maybe four Mistress…”

Mistress nodded, but did not resume her attack, instead she waited a few seconds and then asked me a very tricky question.

“And what if slave, each stroke represented a second of worshipping my beautiful ass? How many could you take then?”

I thought about this for a second, but quickly realised that any increase in the number was likely to be seized upon as an indication that I had been dishonest the first time.

“I….I don’t know Mistress,” I said honestly, before adding by way of explanation that the longer she waited the more it was likely to be.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m feeling generous, so lets take it one stroke at a time…and remember, each stroke you take allows you one second of having your tongue against my beautiful ass!”

“Thank you Mistress.”

She slapped my cock once and paused for a few seconds. I opened my mouth to count and thank her as I had been trained, but she told me to remain silent. After about five or six seconds she slapped me again and continued to do so, harder and slightly faster every time, until finally I had to beg her to stop.

She gave me one more extra hard slap (which left me desperately close to the edge) and then tossed the cock-whip onto the bed and straddled my head. She never told me how many seconds she was allowing me but I was pretty sure it was either seventeen or eighteen. Even before she squatted down my tongue was pointed skywards, desperate to make the most of my limited time allowance. But as ever, Mistress wanted to twist things slightly, for her own amusement.

“That’s it,” she said, “Just keep your tongue like that, if I feel it so much as wiggle we’re done.”

“Yes Mistress,” I sighed, quickly adding “Thank you Mistress,” in a strong, grateful tone.

She paused and then lowered herself down onto my tongue and I tasted her gorgeous musk, mixed with the more familiar taste of her pussy juice. My cock throbbed and strained as I held my tongue perfectly still as Mistress gently bobbed up and down. It wasn’t the deep rimming that I craved, but it was something and I loved every short second of it.

Almost as soon as it started, it seemed, Mistress lifted herself off me once more and then sank her pussy down onto my face again, grinding herself against my face and tongue until she shuddered through a massive orgasm that almost pushed me over the edge too, despite her not so much as touching my cock. That really would have been a total disaster, having to start the month over for the sake of a frictionless, ruined orgasm!!!

As she finished coming she collapsed down onto the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her skin as she lay beside me, gasping for air. Mistress rarely came twice in one day so I knew she must’ve been really turned on.

“Thank you Mistress,” I said as I turned over to look at her gorgeous, sexy body, my poor cock still aching like fuck between my legs.

“You did very well slave,” she gasped, between deep, long breaths.

I moved closer to her kissed her shoulder, wondering how long I would have to wait before I got the pleasure of tasting her gorgeous ass again. That single thought eclipsing my aching need to cum for jut a few moments, before the throbbing of my cock brought it right back to the front of my conscious, where it belonged.

Eventually Mistress turned to face me and reached out to give my cock a few more very gentle strokes.

“You’re over halfway now, do you think you’re going to make it?” She asked, looking a little concerned.

I realised that she was asking as my wife now, not my Mistress and I urgently sought to reassure her, desperate not to undermine her confidence or to allow thoughts to enter her head off stopping the game.

“Yes Mistress,” I said. “I love being under your control… when you allowed me inside you, it felt so amazing, I can’t tell you….”

She kissed me then, her hand gently rubbing my cock as we kissed until she decided it was time to go to sleep…