Out of Your Hands PT1 (written in February 2010)

It’s well over ten years since we started on this path. At first I was hesitant, a little confused and unsure about what my husband really meant by Femdom. Over time I became more confident, relaxed into it, began to enjoy it and now I look forward to our monthly sessions almost as much as he does. Every so often he gives me a story to read, usually illustrating some new idea he’s gotten off the internet or out of a magazine. I’m never quite sure how seriously to take them, although he swears he would do anything I asked him to. One day he might regret that… We are exceptionally close and he constantly tells me how much he adores me, but I’m still coming to terms with the idea of taking our Femdom relationship further. Anyway, this is the story of what happened between us recently…

It had been a busy day, with a million things to do and no time to do them, but now everything was done and I sat down at the computer to check my emails and my bank account. I clicked on my emails and saw that there was one from my husband. He had rung me that afternoon and told me that he had sent me something special and he couldn’t wait to hear what I thought of it. I opened the email and read…

“My beautiful Mistress R, I found this video on the internet and I thought you ought to see it. I may live to regret telling you about this subject, but as your loyal and devoted slave I think it is my duty to ensure that you are kept fully aware of all possible methods of dominating me.”

That sounded pretty intriguing straight off the bat.

“Please do not concern yourself about finding anything unpleasant through this link, I assure you this video is quite safe to watch. Your devoted slave, r.”

I clicked the link and the computer opened a new window. A ‘You-Tube’ style porn site opened up and I waited for the clip to load. I pressed play and was immediately surprised by what I saw. On the screen there was a guy lying on his back, the camera only filming him from the waist down. Between his legs there was a woman with her mouth placed over his cock. I admit my first thought was ‘why the hell is my husband sending me clips of blowjobs!’. But then as I watched a few more seconds of the clip I started to notice a few unusual things.

Firstly, the woman obviously wasn’t a ‘silicone-blonde-bimbo-teenager’, in fact she looked to be entirely the wrong side of thirty! She had long dark hair that was pulled back in a pony-tail and looked like she could be German, or possibly Eastern European. The overall impression I got of her was that she appeared decidedly normal, with barely any make up and all the sexier for it. Secondly, the woman had a black shirt on and although she was the one on her knees giving the blowjob, it definitely seemed to be her who was in charge of the situation.

I continued to watch and wonder where this was going to lead. The woman confined herself to licking the guys cock and sucking the tip into her mouth, she didn’t use her hands other than to hold the guy’s cock straight and to keep his skin pulled back to expose the head of his cock, but even then it didn’t appear that she was applying any undue pressure. As I watched, she teased his cock relentlessly with her tongue, concentrating her efforts on the underside of his shaft, just below the head. 

The way she looked up at him, studying his reactions and gauging his level of arousal, gave me the impression that she’d done this to him before. Maybe they were even a proper couple and not some paid actors. After all, isn’t that what these new porn sites were all about, posting your own ‘real’ porn? There certainly seemed to be a level of genuine affection present here that was lacking in most porn I’d ever seen.

The woman had been working the guys cock for five minutes now and it was becoming clear that the guy would not be able to take too much more of this treatment. The muscles in his stomach were starting to twitch slightly and he was making very small thrusting movements with his hips. Sensing that the moment had arrived, the woman kissed the underside of his cock and pulled her head away, licking her lips as she admired her handiwork. At the same time she released his shaft and smoothed her hands across the top of his hips and the area just above his cock. 

The man’s cock started to pulse and a small trickle of white fluid emerged from the tip. The woman moved closer and softly ran her tongue up the underside of his twitching cock. His cum started to stream from the head of his cock, not in dramatic spurts but in a long continuous flow which pooled on his stomach. The woman was looking up at him as she planted more tender kisses on the underside of his cock, holding his cock steady with two motionless fingers. Then she smiled as she watched his reaction, a real smile that you could see in her eyes, not some fake ‘Okay I’m done, give me the money kind of smile’.

Satisfied that the guy had finished cumming, she gently took hold of his cock and very slowly squeezed the last remaining drops of spunk out of his shaft. She licked the head some more and then reached down and produced a towel. She used it to wipe the come from his stomach and the tip of his cock and then very gently sucked his cock until the clip ended.

I sat back in my chair, and realised how engrossed I’d been in the clip, I was feeling quite warm all of a sudden and then I noticed the title of the video.


Hmm, ruined orgasm, so that was what this was all about. I opened another browser window and typed ruined orgasm into the search engine. I opened the first non-porn site on the list and was confronted by a long page which gave me a pretty good insight into: Orgasm control, Erotic Sexual Denial, Short-term Denial practices, Tie and Tease, Tease and Denial, Total Denial, Long-term denial, Ruined orgasms and erotic denial as a form of control!

Having read all that, I flicked back to my search and found another site where I learned that some men who’ve experienced a ruined orgasm said that it was ‘worse than not being allowed to cum at all’ as it increased their frustration level significantly.

Wow, this all sounded very interesting, I could certainly understand why my husband had said he might regret bringing this to my attention. I looked at the clock, he wouldn’t be home for hours yet, his college course ran until 9pm on Tuesdays.

I went back to the original site and watched the clip again. It was definitely hot and by the time it ended I was feeling quite wet. I scrolled down the page and found a few more videos on related subjects. I noticed another one with that same German looking woman in it, this time with her partner’s balls tied with thin rope or shoelaces, I was about to click on it when I noticed something else.

I clicked on a another video and watched as a different woman, once again in a black shirt (albeit open to her waist this time) sat between a man’s legs as he appeared to lie back over a table. This woman was slowly stroking and teasing his very well lubed cock and balls with both hands as she spoke to him in a Russian accent. Every so often she would rub her palm over the head of the guy’s cock and he would ask her not to as it was so sensitive. She rubbed him for several minutes, her grip tightening as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm, persisting and in fact intensifying her ‘palming’. The guy writhed as she did so and begged her not to, but she just laughed and carried on regardless. Then the guy was coming and she continued pumping his straining meat hard, his cum shooting out in great spurts onto his stomach and over her fingers. 

The woman’s smile got bigger as he shot his load, until she was almost laughing. The guy bucked and shook as his orgasm concluded, but the Russian woman didn’t stop for a second. She gripped the bass of his meat with one hand and used the other to rub the shaft and head, the cum on her fingers adding a little extra lubrication but doing little to help the desperate man. He twisted and writhed on the table as he begged her over and over to stop (though he didn’t appear to be restrained, so he was obviously a fairly willing participant). The woman ignored him, continuing to stimulate his poor cock, taunting him in her strong accent “Oh it’s sensitive? It’s sooo sexy to play with your sensitive cock…” as she laughed.

Finally after a couple of minutes she relented and released the man’s utterly spent cock. She sat back a little way in her chair, watching as his stomach continued to rise and fall sharply, his relief tangible and obvious. She let him rest for a moment or two, allowing him to believe his ordeal was over and then took great delight in laying a couple of hard slaps onto his by now very red cock. Then she stood up to leave, telling him she had ‘enjoyed their time together’ and walked out of shot.

The clip ended and I took a sip of water, my mouth was dry and I looked at the clock again. Time for one more clip I thought to myself. 

I clicked on another link and watched another fully clothed ‘hot wife’ bring her husband to orgasm just by holding the base of his cock and rubbing the well lubed head with her fingertips. And then I came across Taylor St Clare…

A former porn star (I later found out) Mistress Taylor had now set herself up as the absolute authority on tease and denial. I didn’t much care for her oversized breasts, plastic surgery and abundance of make-up, but she certainly knew how to tease a guy. Over and over she would stroke her bound victim’s cock and balls softly and then suddenly dramatically increase the pace and strength of her grip for a few seconds… only to let go again almost immediately, leaving his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for relief. I also noticed how she always seemed to stroke from the bottom to the top of the guy’s cock, and then remove her hand completely and place it back at the bottom and start again.

Finally I closed my browser, having completely forgotten about my bank account by this time. My husband would be home in an hour and I really needed a shower. 

As I stood under the warm shower I heard my husband close the front door, he was a little early and I’d spent some time trimming my pussy before I got in the shower (he absolutely loves it when I trim my pussy hair really short – we see it as a good substitute for the visually appealing but much higher maintenance shaved route). He opened the bathroom door and peered at me round the shower screen. 

“Hi, we got out early…”

“So I see.”

“You look lovely…”

“Thank you.”

He stared at my wet body, I’m sure his cock was already on the move.

“I looked at that email you sent me…”

He looked a little nervous.

“…we’ll talk about it later, after you’ve made me cum.”

He looked relieved and excited, I guess he must have reasoned that I couldn’t have been that upset about if I wanted him to lick my pussy.

“Go get some dinner, I’ll be down in a little while…”

He moved nearer to the edge of the bath and leaned closer. He kissed me tenderly and then moved down my body, his lips closing around a nipple as his hand wandered down my stomach and gently brushed my freshly clipped pussy hair. I gently pushed him away and laughed when I saw his soaking wet shirt.

“Love you” he said as he retreated reluctantly from the bathroom, leaving me to finish my shower in peace.

– – –

A couple of hours later I was laying face down on our bed, my face pressed between my gorgeous wife’s inner thighs, my tongue lapping eagerly at her sodden pussy. I love eating my wife’s pussy more than anything in the world. I never, ever tire of it and I’m always a little sad when she’s finished coming because I just want it to go on and on. Even when she’s done, I always lick my fingers clean, I can’t bear the thought of wasting a single drop of that delicious, precious juice. I t doesn’t seem to matter how many times I tell her this though, she still apologizes if she thinks she’s taken too long.

I shifted my position slightly and used my fingers to massage the roof of my wife’s cunt, my tongue relentlessly flicking back and forth around her clit. Her legs began to tremble ever so slightly and she let out a very small tell-tale groan as she started to peak. I braced myself, knowing that any second she would be bucking hard as she started to come and I didn’t want my tongue to lose contact with her clit. 

A few seconds later my wife’s body spasmed hard and I became more random with my tongue, inducing little peaks in her orgasm as I stimulated her from unexpected angles. I can’t describe how ecstatic I feel when my wife comes really hard right under my tongue, it sometimes leaves me in an almost trance-like state. I just love her so much that giving her that pleasure makes me feel almost ‘high’. I’ve never taken drugs, but if that’s what being ‘high’ feels like I can well understand why people get addicted to it.

My wife finally pushed my head away, unable to take any more stimulation on her oversensitive clit. She thanked me and told me how wonderful it had been and then asked me to lay beside her. I kissed the inside of her thighs softly and stole a last longing look at her beautiful wet pussy, reluctant to leave my personal paradise.

“Your pussy looks so gorgeous when you’ve just cum” I whispered.

She didn’t reply, but flicked her left leg over my head and pulled me up onto the pillows beside her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my lips.

“You taste wonderful?” I said and she smiled.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, her breathing slowly returning to normal as I enjoyed the taste and scent of her pussy still in my mouth and nose. She reached over to me and curled her fingers around my cock, it stiffened quickly but she didn’t move her hand to stimulate it, she simply held it lightly in her palm. 

I opened my eyes to see her looking intently at me. She told me to close my eyes, she knew me well enough to know that it would be easier for me to tell her the truth with my eyes closed.

“I want you to tell me the absolute truth…do you promise to do that.”

“Yes” I whispered after a brief pause.

I felt her lips brush against my forehead and she placed a delicate kiss on my skin.

“I watched that video you sent me….in fact I watched it twice.”

My cock pulsed in her hand and she gave a little reassuring squeeze. I could feel my nerves returning and I realised I was shaking slightly.

“I thought it was very sexy…actually, very different to normal porn…don’t you think?”

I nodded my head slowly, my jaw clenched tight to stop it juddering.

“Hmm, so is that something you are hoping I will incorporate into our sessions….or is there more to it than that?”

My nerves were getting worse and worse and I totally clammed up. I was quite obviously shaking now and my wife moved closer to comfort me and try to get me to relax. She kissed me on the forehead again and gently stroked my cock as I inhaled her scent deeply.

“C’mon baby, you know you can tell me anything don’t you.”

I nodded again, despite having gone over this a million times in my own head these conversations never came easy to me.

“C’mon, please tell me… I want to know why you want me to do that to you.”

More agonising moments passed until I finally managed to speak.

“I don’t know why exactly…I mean, I don’t want you to, that’s the whole thing…I want you to do it to me, because you can….”

Behind my closed eyes I imagined her look of confusion.

“…I……I just wanted you to be aware of it and….I want….I want you to decide when to do it.”

The nerves were passing a little bit now that I’d got started.

“What… what I really want is…..I want you to know….that….you can become my Mistress anytime you want to. You don’t have to wait for the session…if you don’t want to.”

I felt another encouraging squeeze on my cock, and a memory popped into my head.

“Do you remember, last year sometime…we had a session one day and the next day you were sitting reading in the lounge with your legs over the arm of your chair, it must have been warm because you had bare feet… Anyway, you gave me this look and pointed your feet at me and I bent down and kissed them for about five or ten minutes, and then when you’d had enough you pulled them away and asked me to get you a drink of water. When I came back I gave you the water and we just carried on as if nothing had happened.”

“I think I remember that…” she replied with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Well I thought that was so amazing, I really, really loved it.”

“Really… why?”

“Well apart from the fact that I just love worshipping your feet…also because…it showed me that you could be Mistress R anytime you wanted to…and I hoped it showed you that I would willingly be your slave whenever you wanted it.”

I opened my eyes, looking for signs of encouragement. My wife looked a little unsure, but not unduly concerned. 

“I’m not asking you to be Mistress R all the time, I know that’s not what you want. It’s just…I really love how confident you are when you are Mistress R, once you step into the role you’re like a different person. When you say things to me in session that I don’t think you would ever really do in real life, I totally believe you. When you are Mistress R you just ooze power and confidence and I would love for you to have that confidence all the time. I’m not the most confident person in the world, I know what it feels like to want something and not have the confidence to ask… I guess that kind of goes hand in hand with being naturally submissive. When I think about it, I realise that I’ve always been that way, and I always will be.”

“You do alright!”

“Yeah, maybe… but only because I’ve found alternative ways to express myself. If I couldn’t write my stories, we wouldn’t have done half the things we have…and I’d be a haggard and resentful old man by now.”

“Fair enough.” She smiled.

“But… I don’t want you to ever feel like that. I want you to know and believe that I would do anything you wanted me to, whenever you want me to do it. I love serving you, even if it’s not necessarily sexual.”

My wife’s expression was softening a little, perhaps she did quite like the idea of having me kissing her feet while she did her nails or watched TV. Perhaps she was starting to embrace the idea of having a husband who was willing to make her feel like a Princess whenever she desired it. Perhaps…

“But truthfully, would you like me to be Mistress R all the time?”

A difficult question, but one which had to be asked…

“I feel like I should say no, but if I was honest, then yes, but…. fantasy and reality are two different things. It’s like if you asked a guy if he wanted to be woken up with a blowjob every morning, he’d say yes without a second thought, but after about a week he’d be getting bored of it…. So yes okay, I love the idea of you being Mistress R all the time, but I know it’s a fantasy… and you’d get bored of it pretty quickly too wouldn’t you?”


“Exactly….so wouldn’t it be better if you could just be Mistress R whenever you want to? That way it won’t get boring or a chore, but you won’t be restricted either. Maybe one day you’ll come home from work and you’ll just want me to kiss your feet, or lick your pussy, or maybe you have something else you want to do, I don’t know, maybe you want to paddle my backside for no reason at all…..whatever it is you want, I just want you to have the confidence to tell me and maybe that will be easier for you if you do it as Mistress R….”

There was a almost a full minute’s silence before she spoke. The tension was palpable.

“Okay, I can see that, and it does sound very nice…I’m just a bit concerned about the effect on our relationship.”

“I know, but I honestly don’t think it will have any negative effect at all, quite the opposite in fact. Because it’ll only happen when you want it to, and it only has to go as far as you want it to.”

“Okay, well that sounds great….I’m just still not sure if I’m confident enough to do that though….”

“Well, okay, why don’t we say then that all you have to do is to address me as ‘slave’ and then whatever you ask me to do I will do?”


“Or what if I made some sort of ‘card’ that you could give to me when you wanted me to submit to you? Then you wouldn’t even have to say anything…”

“Oh, yes,…that sounds good!”

“Then once you got used to it, you probably wouldn’t even need the card anymore.”

There was a brief pause in the conversation as she mulled it over.

“Does that mean you don’t want us to have structured sessions any more then?”

“Maybe one day, depending on how it goes. But my concern is that if it starts slipping… well, it’s just that as it stands we have a solid commitment to do it every four weeks and I don’t want to give that up until I’m certain that it’s no longer necessary.”

“Oh, right, yeah that’s a good point. I don’t want to let it slip either because I really do love it.”

“I mean… I can’t deny that I hope that once you get into it, it will happen a lot… but there’s bound to be some periods when one of us down or ill and then I’m afraid it will go out of the window, and it will take an effort to get it up and running again…”

She seemed a lot more comfortable with the idea now. We lay in silence for a few minutes, and then she remembered that the conversation had wandered off-topic somewhat.

“So anyway, when did you find out about ruined orgasms.”

My confidence wilted a little as we returned to the origin of the conversation, but I knew I had to stick it out.

“A couple of months ago, maybe three.”

“Is that when you found that video?”

“No, that was just a few days ago.”

“So you must have liked the video a lot to send it to me…”


“What did you like about it?”

“I liked the fact that the woman was obviously in control, and I thought it seemed very genuine, like they were very close, a couple even…and I loved how she was so gentle with him and kissed and licked the underside of his cock when he was coming, but she never gave in to the temptation to satisfy him. She really seemed to enjoy the fact that he was sacrificing his pleasure for her…I think the last part more than anything.”

“The last part?”

“I mean, that she was enjoying it so much, knowing that he wasn’t getting any relief, even though he was sort of cumming. That’s why I think maybe they are a real couple, because that’s the sort of thing that would only have any meaning in a relationship. She knows that he’s gonna be even more horny the next day and I think that turns her on. She’s obviously wonderfully cruel.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well because I think the fact that she was licking his cock would have made it even worse than if she’d not touched it at all.”

“Do you think?”

“Definitely. Because he’d be able to feel her tongue gently licking him and he would have been desperate for a firm grip …”

My voice trailed off as I contemplated exactly that feeling.

“…it would be like having a bar of chocolate rubbed on your lips and then taken away! Or being given the crumbs out of the packet.”

My wife laughed at that. Then she kissed me again.

“I’m sorry darling, I’m going to have to go to sleep. Thank you for that amazing orgasm, that was absolutely wonderful.”

I kissed her back, my cock still semi-hard beneath her hand.

“Sorry, can you wait until tomorrow? I really am very tired.”

“Of course…”

We kissed again, deeply, sharing the taste of her gorgeous pussy. My cock gently pulsed as I turned over and set my alarm for the morning, Somehow I knew I wasn’t going to get to sleep for a while yet. 

– – – 

As I drove to work the next morning I thought about what my husband had told me the night before. It sounded wonderful, but it was just a bit hard to get used to the idea. Would he really obey me if I called him ‘slave’. It certainly seemed like he would, otherwise why would he have put himself through that whole conversation… By the time I arrived at work I had pretty much decided that I would try it and see what happened. It seemed crazy to pass up the opportunity of having the man I loved making me feel good whenever I wanted it. After all, he’d told me several times that he got just as much reward from giving me pleasure as he did from his own, if that really was true then maybe I should take full advantage? Still a little unsure, I eventually decided that I would start small and do something that I was already comfortable with, and almost as soon as I came to that conclusion I had another, much better idea.

– – – 

I arrived home from work as usual and went upstairs to get changed. I always do exercise when I get home from work and today was no different. I slid the DVD in the player and started doing the warm up exercises. I’m usually finished before my husband gets home and am usually just getting in the shower, but today I decided to take my time so that when I heard his key in the door I was just cooling down in a comfy chair with a big glass of water. I was feeling quite nervous, but I was determined to go through with my plan. 

The lounge door opened and my husband walked into the room, slightly surprised to see me sitting in the chair. 

“Hi” he said. “Had a good day?”

I bottled it, and we made pleasant small talk for a couple of minutes before he disappeared upstairs to dump his work bag. While he was upstairs I berated myself and told myself to get a grip.

‘Come on, you can do this…he wants it, you want it!’

I heard him coming back down the stairs and the door opened once more. He walked past me towards the kitchen, he was just stepping onto the kitchen laminate when I managed to blurt out:


A couple of seconds silence passed then…

“Yes Mistress.”

“Come here.”

My husband was before me in a heartbeat.

“On your knees.”

He fell to his knees, his head bowed. I started to speak, faltered and then recovered.

“My….my feet need some attention.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

He went to undo the laces on my trainers and then thought better of it.

“May I please remove your trainers Mistress?”

“Yes Slave, you may.”

My husband slowly undid the laces and then gently removed both trainers from my feet.

“May I please remove your socks Mistress?”

“Yes Slave, you may.”

My husband very slowly and carefully removed both my socks, folded them and placed them on the floor next to my trainers. I could hear him breathing loudly, obviously very excited. Finally he bent down and took one foot in his hands. He lifted up my foot and gently kissed the instep. Then he moved to the sides and kissed his way back and forth, tilted his head so he could kiss and lick the soles and then moved on to my toes. 

As I watched him, it fascinated me to see him so focussed and content. My hand wandered between my legs and I began softly stroking my pussy through my Lycra shorts and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the two sensations. My slave took each of my toes into his mouth, one after another. He gently sucked them and swirled his tongue around them, until he got to the big one. He sucked that a little harder and flicked his tongue over it as if he was sucking a cock. That image get me a little hotter and I found my hand working it’s way inside my shorts. 

I told him to switch to the other foot and I revelled in the attention as I massaged my slick pussy, slipping one, then two fingers inside and then spreading my juices over my clit to lubricate it. Slave worked diligently on my foot as I brought myself closer to orgasm, again he mimicked sucking a cock with my big toe and the image drove me on. My fingers worked faster on my clit as I played out in my mind what I was going to do to him later and soon my stomach tightened and I came very suddenly and surprisingly hard. As I writhed on the chair, slave held my foot steady and continued to worship my feet until I told him to stop.

Exhausted, I slumped back in the chair. I opened my eyes and looked down at my adoring, submissive husband, still kneeling with head bowed and his arms by his sides.

“End of session” I said a little breathless.

“Thank you Mistress” he said and rose to his feet.

He returned to the kitchen and whatever everyday task it was that required his attention in there. A few minutes later he came back into the lounge.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Yes, it was fantastic.”

“I can’t believe you would kiss and lick my sweaty feet without a thought!”

“Well they weren’t really sweaty, they were just nice and warm. Anyway, I told you if you called me slave then I would obey without question…. and I loved it.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small laminated card.

“I made this for you, just like we said.”

I took the card and looked at it. On one side there was a black and white photo of me dressed in PVC, on the other some text, which I read aloud.

“By handing to you this card, Mistress Rose hereby enslaves you, until such time as it’s return is requested. By taking this card you agree to obey Mistress Rose without question, allowing her to use your body as she sees fit, for her amusement or pleasure.”

I looked up and saw him smiling.

“Maybe you don’t need it now?”

“Oh no, I think I do. It took some nerve to do that… I might not always feel so brave.”

“Okay, I understand that.”

“And you promise always to obey me when I give you this card or call you slave?”

“Of course, would I go to all this trouble if I didn’t want you to do it?”

“No I guess not. It’s just that…well, it’s not easy you know….”

“I know” he crouched by the side of my chair and held my hand.

“Look, I promise you if you use the card or call me slave I will always obey… I know what you’re saying and I understand. If you try it and I don’t go along with it then you won’t feel comfortable about doing it again….and there’s no way I’m going to risk that. I want this so much, there’s no way I would do anything to mess it up, I promise.”

I smiled and kissed him, feeling more relaxed and reassured.

“Thank you, you are a wonderful husband.”

“And you are a wonderful wife!”

He smiled and I got up and went for my shower.

– – –

Later that evening my wife gave me the card and told me to get undressed and come to the bedroom in fifteen minutes. I opened the door to find her sitting on the end of the bed, naked and gorgeous. She told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. I complied immediately and she spread her legs to show me her already glistening pussy.

“So, slave. I have some questions for you.”

I was transfixed by her beautifully trimmed pussy and obviously did not respond sufficiently quickly.

“Look at me” she snapped, stretching her hand out and tilting my head up to look at her face.

“Sorry Mistress.”

“That’s alright slave, I know what effect my gorgeous pussy has on you, and don’t worry, you’ll be tasting it soon enough… but first, my questions.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“When did you find out about this idea of ruined orgasms?”

“I don’t know Mistress, I think I’d heard of them quite a while ago, but… I didn’t really find out a lot about them until about two or three months ago.”

“Really slave. And so that being the case, why did it take you so long to share this information with me?”

“I…..I don’t know Mistress.”

“You don’t know? You withheld important information from me and you have no satisfactory answer as to why!”

“No Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”

Mistress slipped a hand between her legs and massaged her wet lips with her fingers, all the time holding me with a menacing stare, daring me to look down. When she realised that I wasn’t going to defy her, her expression softened and she offered her wet fingers to my lips.

“Taste good slave?”

“Always Mistress, beautiful.”

“I’m still waiting for a reason slave…”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I guess I was unsure about telling you Mistress.”

“Go on…”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to do it to me or not Mistress.”

“And since when has that been up to you slave? If you genuinely want me to own your cock and balls then that decision is mine, you should have given me the information before.”

“Yes Mistress, I’m very sorry.”

“You will be slave.”

Mistress moved back on the bed and lay down with her head on the pillow.

“You may eat my beautiful pussy now slave…while I consider your punishment.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“And remember slave, the better you make it for me, the more agreeable I’m likely to be, so make it spectacular!”

“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

– – – –

I lay back and closed my eyes, I loved having my husband/slave eat my pussy. His tongue was quite excellent and more than made up for some of his other minor shortcomings, and he was always so into it… It was hard for me to believe that he could love doing it so much, but it was obvious he did. 

I had already decided on his punishment of course, so however well he performed it would not make much difference. Plus as I had already made myself come earlier that evening I knew he would find it harder to make me cum and I could use that as a reason not to lessen his punishment. That said, I have to give him credit, by the time I finally came, his tongue and jaw must have ached like hell!

– – – 

When Mistress had recovered from her orgasm and I had licked all the delicious pussy juice from the insides of her thighs, she sat up and told me to get back on my knees on the floor. I scuttled back down onto the floor and waited with my head once again bowed.

“Well slave, that was very impressive, but you took an awfully long time. Sometimes I wonder if you aren’t stringing it out for your own enjoyment!”

“Certainly not Mistress” I had to fight back a smirk at that remark! 

“Good, because when I tell you to lick my pussy, it’s for my pleasure not yours. I know how much you love it, but it’s totally secondary to my needs, isn’t that right slave?”

“Of course Mistress.”

“Very well, as long as you understand that…”

Mistress got off the bed and stood in front of me. Her foot moved between my legs and in a flash her silky smooth instep was rubbing back and forth against my balls.

“Who owns your balls slave?”

“You do Mistress” I gasped.

“And your cock slave?”

“You do Mistress.”

“Tell me slave. Tell me who owns your cock and your balls..”

“You do Mistress.”

“Tell me properly.”

“You own my cock and balls Mistress.”

“That’s not all though is it slave?”

“No Mistress.”

“What else?”

“You also own my mouth and ass Mistress.”

“That’s right slave. They are mine to use as I see fit…isn’t that right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“…and if I wanted to stand on your swollen, aching balls then you’ll let me wouldn’t you slave?”

“If it pleased you Mistress.”

Mistress chuckled to herself softly.

“You know slave, I love it when you tell me you would do anything for me, but sometimes….sometimes I feel like I want to test you.”

I swallowed hard, imagining her standing unsupported on my poor defenceless balls and Mistress chuckled again.

“I mean, you’ve already eaten lots of your cum for me, taken my strap-on up your arse, let me abuse your cock and balls in various ways…though that’s one area where I’ve been extremely lenient so far, I’m sure we could take that a lot further…”

“If it pleases you Mistress.” I almost whispered, my heart pounding as she spoke.

“…I really ought to re-read your stories hadn’t I slave, get some more ideas…I seem to remember there were quite a few where I made you suck cocks weren’t there slave?”

“Yes Mistress” my cock twitched excitedly. Mistress crouched down beside me and ran her hand all over my cock and balls, squeezing and rubbing both in turn. Her head close to mine, she whispered in my ear.

“You like the thought of that don’t you slave?”

“If it pleases you Mistress.”

“That’s right slave, if it pleases me.”

She left that floating in the air for a moment before following it up.

“Well maybe it would please me slave. Maybe I can think of nothing more satisfying than watching you kneeling on the floor with your hands tied behind your back and a big hard cock fucking your mouth.”

She started pumping my cock which brought forth a low groan from my throat.

“That’s right slave, imagine that pulsing hard cock on your tongue…imagine the taste of your Mistress’ pussy as you lick it off the head. Or maybe…my ass. Perhaps our guest would be granted access to the one place you’ve never been allowed. Imagine it slave, imagine how you’d feel as you felt his cock jerk between your lips and his cum filled your mouth, knowing you had to swallow it all….”

My jaw started to shake as I fought the intense desire to cum. Sensing this Mistress let go of my straining meat and stood up.

“Yes slave, the future is full of possibilities. But for now let’s concentrate on the present.”

Mistress walked around the bed and opened the bedside table drawer. She fished out my rubber cock ring and a bottle of lube and then closed the drawer. She turned and came back to where I was kneeling and handed me the piece of rubber, the lube was tossed onto the bed. 

“Put this on.”

I took the cock ring from her hand and struggled to fit the rubber loop over my cock and balls. When I was finished Mistress inspected my work. My cock was impossibly hard now and looked as big as it ever had.

“Good slave… that looks beautiful.”

Mistress ran one nail along the underside of my shaft, causing me to shudder slightly. Sensing that I might need a moment to calm down, she stood up again before continuing.

“Well slave, I have decided that seeing as you kept this information from me you need to be punished. And what better way could there be to punish you?”

I shifted nervously on my knees.

“Keep still slave!” 

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“That being said, you did bring it to my attention eventually… and in recognition of that fact I have decided to be somewhat lenient.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Don’t interrupt slave.” Her foot tapped my balls hard enough to get my attention.

“Sorry Mistress.” I winced, more from surprise than from actual discomfort.

“What I have decided slave, is that…let’s imagine you had told me about this idea three months ago…and let’s further assume that I would have acted on this information as you intended….it seems thoroughly reasonable, does it not, to suggest that in the last three months I would have spoiled at least three of your orgasms?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“So it would be somewhat churlish of you to object if I was to tell you that you now owed me three ruined orgasms. Don’t you agree slave?”

“Yes Mistress, absolutely Mistress.”

“And it would seem utterly reasonable therefore, for me to suggest that those three ruined orgasms will be your next three orgasms slave, starting with the first one tonight.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I was breathing heavily now, her foot teasing the length of my cock as she spoke.

“I’m not going to keep you ‘enslaved’ for the rest of the week slave, but you have to promise me that you won’t cum without my permission. You can touch your cock all you want, but your next three orgasms will be ruined, and I will decide when they happen. Do you understand and agree slave?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

“And you realise how disappointed I will be if you disobey me slave?”

“Yes Mistress, but I would never break my word to you Mistress.”

“Good slave, now get on the bed, on your back.”

I did as instructed and Mistress sat cross legged on the bed between my legs. She looked at my cock and licked her fingertips…

“Hmm, I think we are going to need some lube for this slave.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

I felt the cool lube drip onto my cock and slide down the shaft and then her fingers closed around it. Mistress slowly allowed her right hand to rise and fall along the length of my stalk but applied almost no pressure, simply gliding her fingers up and down over and over. As she did this her left hand gently squeezed and rolled my balls.

“I love it when your balls are tied like this slave, I can feel how heavy and full they are. I bet you’re desperate to cum now aren’t you slave?”

“Mmmm, if it pleases you Mistress…”

She chuckled to herself.

“Not yet slave. But you make sure you tell me when you are getting close.”

“Yes Mistress.”

With my skin pulled tight by the cockring, Mistress couldn’t really jerk my cock, so she simply used her hand like a pussy, sliding it up and down, gradually tightening her grip. The session continued for a good forty minutes, Mistress slowly rubbing my cock, applying more lube and finally using her fingertips to tease my cockhead until I was on the absolute edge of coming, but every time I told her I was close to coming she stopped for a while, watched my cock twitching and then began again. I was going out of my mind, desperate to cum but also knowing that even when I did get to cum that Mistress wasn’t going to allow me to enjoy it properly.

“Well slave, I think it’s time…”

Mistress tightened her grip a little and increased the pace of her actions. I was breathing heavily and it only took a few seconds for me to realise that I was going to cum. 


Mistress nodded and smiled, she was enjoying this alright. 

And then I felt that familiar tightening and braced myself for the huge orgasm that was approaching. But, as soon as Mistress saw the first drop of cum emerge from the tip of my cock she removed her hand and watched intently. My cock twitched and pumped as my cum drooled out of the tip and slid down my shaft. Oh my God, I could barely feel it at all…I tried squeezing my muscles, desperate to increase the pressure and sensation, but to no avail. The frustration was unbelievable and I couldn’t believe I had brought this upon myself.

Sensing that I was nearly done, Mistress cupped her hand around my balls.

“Any more cum left in there?” She asked as she squeezed them.

“No Mistress.” I sighed. 

Mistress oh-so-slowly milked the rest of the cum out of my cock and onto my stomach.

“That was a big load” she said. “Did you enjoy that slave?”

Before I could answer, she continued.

“Not that it matters…I have to say slave, watching you endure all that and still not getting any release at the end of it certainly made my day, and that’s all that matters isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good slave, end of session.”

My wife climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. After I removed the cockring and wiped up the cum that had pooled on my stomach we settled into bed, holding each other close.

“Well that was pretty intense.” 

I was still recovering and could only murmur my agreement.

“Do you think you can take two more like that before you get to cum properly?”

“I guess I have to, don’t I… after all, you can’t start going easy on me otherwise you’ll lose my respect won’t you?”

Her hand moved between my legs and she grasped my balls tightly.

“Is that right?” She hissed.

“Gnnn, I didn’t mean….”

Suddenly she kissed me hard on the lips, forced my mouth open and flicked her tongue against mine. She dug her nails into my balls as she kissed me then gave them one final squeeze before letting them go.

We lay in silence for a moment or two.

“Don’t forget you asked me to do this, I’m only doing it because I love you…”

“I know, and I’m more than grateful, I really am!”

As we drifted closer to sleep I remembered an article I had read on the internet where a guy who had experienced ruined orgasms said that he found it very frustrating and even though he hated it in one way, he still loved the feeling of submission and denial. Having now experienced the same thing, I realised exactly how he felt and wondered how long it would be until I finally got to experience another proper orgasm.

– – – 

I woke the next morning with a colossal hard-on, it was like I hadn’t cum the night before at all. I reached down and closed my hand around it as I lay in the warmth of the bed. I so wanted to jerk myself off, but I gave my word that I wouldn’t and I wasn’t about to break my promise. Noticing that my slave card had been taken from the bedside table where I had left it the night before, I climbed out of bed and set about the routine of the day.


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