Wife’s New Game (by Woodpecker)

Some months ago I visited the orgasmdenial.com forum and happened upon a series of posts by an author called ‘Woodpecker’ in the ‘True Stories’ section. I thought they were pretty brilliant and PM’d ‘Woodpecker’ to ask if he’d mind if I collated all the posts and posted them on my forum.

That was about three months ago, and I don’t think I’ve been back since. But today I got a message back from ‘Woodpecker’ saying that I could do what I like with his posts, so here I will share the entire thing. It’s a fantastic read and I thoroughly recommend it!

The original thread can be found HERE


WIFE’S NEW GAME by Woodpecker 

For my wife and I, the Christmas and New Year holiday season is extremely busy. The two weeks leading up to Christmas see us with very few opportunities to “connect”. We both have jobs that require us to attend a myriad of holiday parties, together and separate, and then we also have two small children. Over the years, it’s become kind of a tradition that on Christmas Eve, once the children are down for bed, we open a couple of bottles of wine, work on making the magic happen for the next morning, and then get our chance to hook up and make love before we have another week of busy leading to the New Year. Then, we drop the kids off at grandma’s to spend the night, and usually blow off all that steam at a friends’ gathering to celebrate the New Year, and once we get home, a little tipsy and relaxed, hook up again to properly ring in the New Year.

This year, my wife decided to throw me a curve ball. Everything was normal on Christmas Eve, with the bottles of wine down, the presents under the tree, and we made our way into the bedroom. We took our time, relishing the moment’s respite in the middle of the season, and enjoying the pleasures we hadn’t been able to engage in for a couple of weeks at that point. My wife came first, thoroughly enjoying the work of my tongue on her clit, and then I slid into her and almost immediately found myself at the edge. That was when she whispered, “Don’t cum,” in my ear.

Those are magic words in our relationship, and they mean that I’m then on restriction, and will not be allowed to orgasm until she gives me permission. I was actually happy to hear those words. It’d been a couple of months since we’d been able to play like that, and starting the new year under those rules had me excited. I didn’t realize she’d be setting some different rules.

The rest of the week leading to New Year’s was fairly normal, with a slightly heightened awareness for me as I walked around a little extra horny. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had something special in mind for our usual coupling on New Year’s Eve after our party, but I totally didn’t expect what she actually did.

It was the normal collection of friends at the party. Our friend who hosts the party that we always go to has a large house, and shortly after midnight, after all of the hugs and handshakes, my wife quietly drew me aside, and down a hallway toward a back part of the house, and a bathroom removed from the main area.

She locked us into the bathroom, and started making out with me, grinding her hips into mine as I squeezed and rubbed her butt. After a couple of minutes of this, she turned away, and bent over, opening the cabinet beneath the sink. From way in the back, wrapped in a towel, she produced my cock cage, totally surprising me.

“Put this on now,” she commanded, and as I lowered my pants and tried to think unsexy thoughts to kill my erection, she turned to the mirror to adjust and repair her makeup.
It only took me a few minutes as I wasn’t really that worked up at that point, and when I presented her with the hasp of the lock, she clicked it shut and kissed me again.

“Here are the rules,” she started. “For every day you spend in the cage, you get one ‘stroke’ in your bank. Any time you want, you can ask me to trade in your bank. You can’t trade in part of your bank, it’s all or nothing every time. When you ask, I’ll flip a coin. Heads, I take off the cage, and you get your strokes in and out of my pussy. Tails, and the cage stays on, and the strokes will be flogger strokes to your ass. If you have twenty strokes coming to you in my pussy, and you cum in ten, you can’t put ten back in the bank. Understand?”

I let a long sigh escape me, and then whispered, “Yes.”

“Good. Also, I might decide to take the cage off sometimes to tease you. You do not have permission to cum when you’re not trading in strokes. But when you are, cum as you please. Understand?”

Again, whispered, “Yes.”

“Awesome. This is going to be fun. Now, I’m horny, so I want you to lick me to an orgasm before we go back to the party.” She turned to lean on the counter, lifted her skirt and pushed her panties down, presenting me with her ass. “Get on your knees, and start with my asshole.”

I dropped to my knees quickly, my cock swelling to throb and fill the cage as I started gently licking her asshole and probing it slightly with my tongue. It was only minutes before she was grinding her pussy against my face and then shaking through a muffled orgasm.

When she had put herself back together, she gave me a peck on the lips, and said, “You better wash me off your face before you come back to the party…”

She left me in the bathroom, and I did just that, before I rejoined the party. We ended up staying later than usual, and there was no additional play time that evening when we got home.

It was ten days before I broke down and asked. My wife had pulled the cage off three times to tease me for a few minutes before putting it back on, and she’d availed herself of my tongue, and my fingers more than that even. Finally, I came to her on Jan 11th, and asked to cash in my bank.

“Ten strokes, right? Okay, go in the bedroom and get naked.”

I did as instructed, and she was just a moment before joining me, bearing a quarter, which she immediately flipped into the air and onto the bed beside me. I looked, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw heads. I knew I wouldn’t need ten strokes at this point.

She smiled, and started moving around the bed, pulling out the straps that we kept between the mattresses, and restraining me at four points. Then she slowly stripped off her clothing beside the bed until she was down to just the key on a necklace dangling between her breasts.

She crawled onto the bed and laid on top of me, kissing me as she ground her pussy into my caged cock, pausing to move up a little and let me kiss and suck on her nipples, and then back to making out. She kept this up for what seemed like forever, before she finally started sliding down my body until she could lick my caged cock, torturing me as I throbbed.

Finally, she lifted the key and slid it into the lock. She pulled the cage off my cock, and I immediately got fully hard. She slid back up my body, and now my raging hard on rubbed against her pussy as she started kissing me again, feeding me her nipples, kissing and sucking on my nipples, but not letting me in yet.

Again, it seemed to go on forever, and then she started sliding up me, all the way, until her pussy was over my face.

“I think you need to lick me until I’m nice and sloppy wet so you can thoroughly enjoy your ten strokes,” she said. She lowered her pussy until I could just lick around the lips, letting me stretch for more for a minute before she pulled away a little, and then back again, teasing me with her pussy just centimeters from my tongue, teasing herself. Slowly, she allowed me to lick more and more, until finally she was fully grinding into my mouth, and definitely getting very aroused herself.

She was dripping wet when she pulled away, slid down my body, and slowly slid her pussy onto my cock. She moved agonizingly slow as she slid all the way down my cock, ground in a slow circle at the bottom, and then slowly pulled herself all the way off until my cock was bobbing in the air again. It was torture, just almost enough, but not quite.

“One,” she whispered, and then slid onto me again, and again, super slow all the way down, a couple of slow circular grindings at the bottom, and super slow all the way off again. “Two.”

I was almost whimpering. She slid up my body again, this time not hesitating to crush her pussy into my face. Her own panting with arousal was just making this even more agonizing for me. I could tell she was almost about to cum when she pulled her pussy away again, slid down my body, and on to my cock again.

This time was faster, all the way down, and all the way off. “Three,” she whispered again. “Does it feel good?”

“Oh my god, yes.”

“Are you going to cum?”

“Oh, please, please go faster…”

She slid her pussy on to my cock again, and slammed down to the bottom, ground her clit against me a few times, and then pulled herself quickly off.

I was straining against the bonds, almost there, by cock throbbing and my hips thrusting around to get back inside.

She slid far out of reach, and back up to my face again, but this time, she kept her pussy out of reach of my tongue, pressing her asshole against my mouth, and I licked and pushed frantically.

“I’m going to cum before we get to ten if I’m not careful,” she said, “so you should lick my asshole for a couple of minutes. Calm us both down a little.”

There was nothing about licking her asshole that was going to calm me down, and even more so when she was straddling my face as I was restrained.

If she’d done one more slow stroke, I probably would’ve cum, but she didn’t. Strokes five through nine were fast, on and then right back off, and after each one, she moved back up to my face, either letting me lick her pussy, keeping her near the edge of her orgasm, or licking her asshole when she was too close.

Finally, she slid down my body, captured my cock in her pussy, and slid down to the bottom. She stayed there, not moving, and then whispered in my ear, “You didn’t really think I’d let you cum after only ten days, did you?”

I groaned as I tried to thrust into her, but she matched my movements so I just couldn’t get enough. Then she pulled off me, and moved back up to grind her pussy into my face until she had a powerful orgasm.

She laid down beside me for a few minutes before releasing me from my bonds, and ordering me to put the cage back on. It took longer than normal, but eventually, I was back in the cage, with nothing left in the bank.

I waited another fifteen agonizing days. My wife had numerous orgasms, and took four more opportunities to torture me by pulling the cage off and edging me out of my mind. Finally, I approached her and asked to trade in my bank.

She smiled, and sent me into the bedroom again, telling me to get naked. She came in with a quarter again, and flipped it onto the bed.


She had me lean over the side of the bed, and stroked my ass with the flogger fifteen times, and then she laid down and made me lick her to an orgasm. And then as she got up to get dressed, she kind of giggled at my obvious struggle.

Now I’m sitting with fourteen more in the bank today, thinking I’ll trade in fifteen tomorrow night, praying I get heads. I’m so worked up at this point that I’m pretty sure there’s nothing she could do to keep me from cumming, but she is pretty creative.

What’s totally amazing to me is that she came up with this idea on her own, and she’s executing it perfectly. I was worried at first that it’d just be days on end in the cage with no attention, but she’s been really attentive, although I think that’s part of the game. She’s trying to get me so worked up I can’t wait long enough to get anything in the bank, and it’s definitely getting harder to wait the further we go.

The other night, after the kids were in bed, we sat on the couch and shared a bottle of wine. After an hour or so of conversation, my wife asked me point blank, “So … you’re at fifteen again, right? Are you going to trade them in tonight?”

“I’m thinking I’d rather hold out for twenty this time.”

She slid closer to me on the couch and started rubbing the cage through my pants. “Awww, are you sure? Wouldn’t it feel awesome to bury that cock in my pussy and cum.”

I could barely breathe. I was so tempted, but I held out, and turned it down.

“Well,” she said, “I’m horny. I thought for sure you’d be turning in your bank tonight so I’ve been thinking about it all day. Let’s go fool around.”

A few minutes later, we were naked under the covers in our bedroom, except for the cage on my cock, and the key on her necklace. Up to this point, she’s either been taking the cage off to edge me, or I’ve been using my tongue, fingers, or toys to get her off.

But this night was different. I think we really needed to connect like ‘normal.’ Our vanilla sexual encounters follow a sort of pattern. Fingers playing while we make out and I’m sucking her nipples, then some oral play for both of us, and then penetration, followed by orgasms for both of us however it happens. This night, we followed that same pattern, just with me locked in the cage. While we made out, my fingers played with her pussy getting her warmed up, but her fingers just basically ignored the fact that the cage was there, stroking the exposed portions of my cock or balls. I went down on her for a few minutes, and then she went down on me, spending more attention to my balls than normal, but otherwise, just like a non-caged and denied evening. Then, she asked me for the sheath (a surrogate enhancer that I can wear over the cage), and we made love like a normal evening. When we were done, we cuddled and fell asleep.

I love those encounters. When she just acts like the cage is part of me and not to be considered at all.

I’m definitely going to trade my bank on twenty, though, so I’ll have something to add in three more days or so. If I get heads, I’m loving this game. If I get tails, I might lose my mind. And that’s weird … I’ve had longer stints in the cage. I guess there’s something about choosing my own release date (but maybe not) that has made this more intense.

My wife has sent me three text messages at work, so far, today (it’s lunchtime). The first was confusing, as it wasn’t English, but google translate provided “twenty”, and my cock swelled in my cage. Each subsequent text translated out to the same word, and now the simple buzz of my silenced phone on my desk is eliciting a swelling in the cage.

And the knowledge that she’s thinking about it all day is keeping me aching.

Tails. Argh.

As my wife delivered the flogger blows, she paused after every couple to gently play with my balls to make sure I was throbbing in the cage just as much as possible.

She also spent the time telling me that she was getting the impression that taking the cage off every couple or three days to edge and tease me seemed to be having the wrong effect. She’s decided that I’ll be more motivated to turn in my bank more often if she leaves me locked up without relief for longer stretches.

When the twentieth stroke was delivered, she made me kneel on the floor beside the bed and worship her feet, and then legs, slowly, for a long time, until I’d worked my way up to her pussy, where she had me lick her to an orgasm.

I’m aching. And back to zero.

Last night, after the kids were in bed, my wife approached me in the kitchen, giving me a hug, a sensual kiss, and rubbed her hips into my caged cock.

“Ten in your bank, right?” she asked, and I confirmed yes. “You should trade those in tonight.”

“I’m trying to hold out for twenty.”

She was kissing my neck and still pressing her hips into me as she said, “But I want to feel your hard cock inside me. It’s been so long and I miss it.”

I took a deep breath and let it out, one third sigh, one third silent scream, and one third whimper. “Honey, you’re in charge. You can take me out of the cage and do anything you want anytime you want.”

She gave me pouty face. “I don’t want to break the rules. I want you to trade in your bank.”

“I want to try for twenty.”

A twinge of anger entered the pouty look. “Fine.” She stared at me for a minute, minus the affection. Then she said, “Come with me.”

She led us into the bedroom, and immediately pulled off her shirt. I’m a lucky man that after fifteen years, the sight of my wife’s breasts in a bra still has the effect on me that they do, and then you can add the key dangling on the necklace between them.

“Get naked,” she ordered as she continued stripping off clothing. Moments later we were both bare, with just the cage on my cock, and its key between her breasts. She came to me and embraced me again, then said, “Nipple clamps.”

I turned to my nightstand and pulled open the ‘fun’ drawer, turning back around holding the chain that ended in a pair of clamps. Seconds later, she had them on me, and then started kissing me again, pressing herself into me as she did, making the clamps hurt a little more.

Finally, she pulled away. “Start me a bubble bath.”

Reluctantly, I broke our embrace and moved into our master bathroom. We have a huge garden tub that my wife loves to relax in, but it takes about forty-five minutes to fill. As I started the water and added the bubble bath, my mind raced with the possibilities of what my wife intended to do with that time.

When I returned to the bedroom, the bed had two large beach towels over the comforter, with my naked wife laying face down on them, holding a bottle of massage oil. I took the bottle, now understanding that I wouldn’t be getting the cage off tonight.

I stood beside the bed, rubbing the oil all over her, doing my best to give her a real, relaxing massage. After a little while, she told me to straddle her hips. As I did so, she spread her legs slightly, and told me to point my cage down. “Put the tip of it in my lips.”

Another scream/whimper/sigh as I did that, and then she closed her legs tight, her thighs encasing the cage. As I started rubbing her back again, I could suddenly feel her fingers just under the tip of the cage, working her clit slowly. My nipples screaming in the clamps, my cock throbbing in the cage, just able to feel the hot, wet pussy lips encasing the tip, with her fingers moving, her breathing getting faster and deeper … I was going crazy. She took her time, but eventually, I felt her shaking beneath me as her hips were pressing up and back, and then her fingers stopped. She let me rub her back a little longer before telling me to go check on the bath.

Reluctantly, I lifted myself off of her, and the bath was ready. When I came back to the bedroom, she was sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking content and relaxed. When I approached her, she wrapped the chain between the clamps around a finger, and quickly jerked them off my nipples. I reacted with a little more than a flinch, to say the least, and she offered, “Next time, give me what I want. Now go get in the bath. You need to wash this oil off of me.”

She sat between my legs in the tub, my caged cock nestled in her butt cheeks, as I washed her body, and then we just layed in the bath together for a while after that.

I don’t think I’m going to make it to twenty.

The kids were down, and my wife and I had been watching television for an hour or so, normal quiet evening in our house. I got up and went to our master bathroom to pee, and as I was coming back through the bedroom, headed back to the living room couch for what I assumed would be the rest of the evening just relaxing in front of the television, my wife met me in the bedroom. She stopped me, hugging me close, and started kissing me.

Just pecks at first, but she quickly turned it more passionate, and suddenly we were standing there at the foot of the bed making out. I was squeezing her butt, she pinched my nipple through my t-shirt, and then she pulled my shirt off. We kept kissing, and her hands made their way down to my pants, and started working them down over my hips as they squeezed my butt.

I pulled her shirt off, and she pushed my pants down, and then I helped her with her pants, until finally we were standing there naked, making out, caressing each other, and my cock was absolutely throbbing in my cage. The key hung right between her breasts, and when we pressed together, I could feel it against my chest.

We moved together onto the bed, and laid down, embracing and continuing to make out. As I was squeezing her ass, I was letting my fingers drift down between her legs to gently rub her pussy lips, and she was responding with sighs and more passion. Her own fingers began to play with my balls very gently.

“Fourteen, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied with a deep sigh.

“And you’re still holding out for more, though, right?”

“I’m trying.” It was almost a whimper.

“And you’ve been in the cage a lot longer than fourteen days, haven’t you?”


“Well, I think it’s time for a little break from the cage.” She slid slowly down my body, kissing my torso along the way, stopping to suck on one of my nipples as her fingers kept gingerly caressing my balls. She took a couple of minutes to lick and suck on my balls, before she raised up and put the key up to the lock. A minute later, she pulled the cage off of me, and my cock immediately engorged to full.

She slid back up to kiss me again. “Does that feel better?” she asked, and I could only moan in assent. Her fingers weren’t near my cock anymore, focusing on just my nipples as she kept kissing me.

After a few more minutes of this, she slid up my body until she was kneeling over my face, her pussy hovering inches away from my mouth. I stretched my neck up to start licking, but she pushed on my forehead. “No,” she said, “I’m in control. Don’t move your head.”

Both of my arms were trapped under her knees as she slowly lowered her pussy to my eager waiting tongue. I licked gently along her lips, just starting to open in anticipation, and she pulled away quickly, before bringing it back into reach.

She teased herself slowly, barely letting me lick at first, and then giving me more and more, for longer and longer. I don’t know exactly how long, but it was probably close to thirty minutes that she used to build up to grinding on my face and bringing herself so close to orgasm. During that entire time, she did not touch my cock a single time, for even a second, and yet it never wavered.

I was surprised when she rolled off of me to lay beside me on the bed without having an orgasm. She came to rest laying face down. “I want you inside me,” she said, “but if you come, our game is over and I’ll lock you in that cage for the next three months or more.”

“Yes, my goddess,” I replied, and moved over her to enter her from behind.

I hadn’t been inside my wife in almost two months, and she was dripping wet as I slid slowly into her, that feeling alone almost enough to get me to the edge. Once I was completely inside, she rolled us over onto our sides, my arms wrapped around her.

“Don’t move at all,” she said. “Don’t thrust, don’t grind, don’t move. Just hold me.”

I laid as still as I could. My cock was rock hard, throbbing, and incredibly grateful to be feeling the full encompassing connection of being inside her. One of her hands was between her legs, and I could feel it gently playing with her clit.

Slowly, seemingly forever and yet so short a time, she brought herself to an orgasm, her pussy pulsing around my cock and bringing me that much closer to the edge. As she came down, her breathing slowly returning to a normal pace, she lay there, not saying anything, not kicking me out of the place I wanted to be so bad, and I just held her for a while longer.

Finally, she said, “Good boy. Put the cage back on now.”

I slowly slid out of her, and rolled away to find the cage, focusing on getting my cock to subside a bit so I could hope to get the cage on. “You did a really good job of following my instructions, and not getting carried away. As a reward, I’m going to give you an extra one for your bank.”

After a few minutes, I had the cage on and I rolled toward her so she could close the hasp on the lock. As she clicked it shut, she said, “But you just used that extra one to slide in and out of me, so really you’re still at fourteen.”

I got heads. I got heads. I got heads. I got heads.!

I was already naked, hands on the bed where the coin landed in front of me, my butt ready for the flogger. My mind immediately swam with anticipation, my cock swelled in the cage. Twenty strokes, but not with the flogger.

My wife was smiling too. “Alright .. turn around, kneel on the floor, and grab your elbows behind your back.” I did, and she walked behind me, out of my view, and I knew not to turn around to look. She opened a drawer, and then I heard her crawling across the bed and sitting down behind me.

“So, when I thought up this game,” she started, and I felt rope start to be wound around my arms, “I really expected it to be over by now. I figured you’d be turning it in every five or ten days, I don’t think I expected so many long runs, and then to get tails two times in a row too…”

She tied a firm knot and my arms were locked together.

“Well,” she pulled a blindfold over my eyes, “When I thought this up, that first idea for messing with you .. just giving you your strokes too slowly .. that was my only idea, and then I was just going to let you cum. But I’ve had a long time to think about this now .. two months! .. and I’ve come up with another idea to mess with you.”

I felt earbuds being gently pushed into my ears. “So, I’m sorry about this first part, but I don’t think it’ll last long..”

I had no idea what she was talking about, and then there was a voice in my ears. It took a few seconds, but soon I recognized it as one of my wife’s recorded lectures from her medical training. I wanted to scream. I’m completely squeamish about medical stuff; I can make myself literally pass out just thinking about needles. This was a completely unfair way to give me my twenty strokes. It was only a minute, probably less, and I could feel my cock was so shrunken that the cage could probably have fallen off.

Then I felt her opening the lock, and slowly pulling off the cage. I was so mad, so … betrayed. This was totally outside of the realm of anything we’d ever played at. This was all supposed to be fun. Then I felt her pull my balls through a ring, and then my cock got pulled through too.
Then I felt her my balls through another ring, and then something I couldn’t define. It was weird, and I still had this damn lecture going in my ears that was seriously killing my mood.

She pulled the earbuds out, and then pulled the blindfold off, casting them aside. “I really am sorry about that, but I needed a soft cock, and we’re way too far along for that.” She giggled at the end of the sentence.

She started stripping, right in front of me, nothing sexy, just quickly losing all her clothing while staring me in the eyes, and smiling devilishly. I hadn’t even looked down to see what she’d done to my cock. Once she was naked, she turned around, and looking over her shoulder, backed her ass right up to my face.

“I know you love to lick my ass, but you should really focus on my pussy right now.” She bent further over, and I stretched a little to comply, my tongue probing into her lips to find her clit. “We might not have much time.”

I had no idea what that meant, but my cock was throbbing hard, and I was licking my wife’s pussy, on my knees, tied up .. I didn’t care.

Throbbing. Throbbing a little too much now. Maybe aching more than it should when it’s out of the cage. What was that? I kept licking, but questions were starting to surface with a small pain in my cock. My wife was pretty wet by now, but I kept licking, and she started making noises, and grinding back a little, and I forgot about the ache in my cock for a few more seconds.

When my wife pulled away, it rushed back, not missing anything for the time my mind spent away. I looked down, and realized she’d put the small cock ring on, the too small cock ring. The one and a half inch ring on me was just too small. My wife and I had figured long ago that I had about ten minutes before it might start doing damage, and I didn’t enjoy nine of those minutes.

My wife got on her hands and knees in front of me, and backed up slowly, taking my cock in one of her hands to guide me into her. Oh. My. God. It felt so amazing.

“One,” she said, as she slid off. “Now fuck me nineteen more times.”

Something akin to a cry of lust escaped my lips, and I started to thrust in and out. My wife was backing up into me with each thrust. It felt so amazing, but the cock ring was just too tight, and the pain was just a little too much. I felt like if I could thrust harder and faster, I could overcome it though, and why not. I had sixteen more thrusts left.

Somewhere around thrust six or seven, my wife let herself be pushed a little too far away, and I found out what the other ring around my balls was doing. It was tied off to the bed leg, and the extra rope wound through it meant my balls couldn’t get back out. I doubled over, both shock and real pain, and let out a moan, and my wife backed up with me, and then kept fucking me, still counting the strokes.

“Nine, ten, oh baby, ten strokes left, are you going to cum?”

I let out some new sound again, a cry of resolve, a firm assurance that yes, I was going to cum. I started thrusting again, careful to not go too far, getting faster and harder with confidence, and I was getting somewhere, getting close, and then my wife didn’t even pretend, she just pulled away. My excitement got me again, and I jerked hard against the ring again.

My wife’s ass followed as I pulled back, doubling over again, and she kept fucking me, and counting.

“Sixteen, seventeen…”

By nineteen, I was ready to cry, but started thrusting again. I didn’t follow her as she pulled away after saying twenty. My cock just throbbed painfully in cold air as she lowered herself to the ground, her hands underneath her, one rubbing her clit and the other playing with her pussy. I watched as she came a couple of minutes later.

I could’ve almost cried. It was so intense. I really didn’t know what to think.
She recovered quickly, and just as I’d taught her, she put her first fingers on the bottom of the ring pushing up, and her thumbs on either side of the vein on top of my cock, pushing down.

The relief was almost as intense as the pain, and maybe even the pleasure. My cock dropped quickly, and my wife worked quickly, getting the ring off my cock, before untying, and unwrapping the other ring, and pulling my balls out of both.

I fell over with my arms still tied. “Aww,” she sounded genuinely concerned, not playing. “Was that too much?” she whispered as she bent close to my ear.

I almost cried as I replied. “No … that’s just exactly the kind of thing I don’t know why I want. That was amazing, but I’m really in a lot of pain right at this moment.”

“Too hard on the balls?”

“Yes, maybe less of that next time, please.”

She’s really proud of herself for this one. She’s declared that the game is up on April 1st, three months being a good run. She told me that she hasn’t decided if she’ll let me cum before or even on that day. She’s staying focused on the idea of ‘pushing me.’

She told me that we might start a new game, and she has two ideas, but she isn’t sure. We might just drop into a ‘normal’ denial relationship.

So that leaves me with 25 days. Do I split them into 15 and 10? 10 and 15? What if tails comes up again? Although heads hasn’t offered any relief so far. Will she mess with me again if I get heads? Or will she let this game end?

I might be going a little crazy. She took me out of the cage last night and edged me with her hands about twenty times. She said that I deserved some pleasure without pain after my torment from the night before. Then the cage went back on and we cuddled to sleep.

I’m on fire.

I don’t think I want to have an orgasm now. There’s a popular chastity blogger out there that speaks of “craving the crave.” I think that’s where I’m at right now. I might even be hoping for tails until April. His take is more of craving the orgasm, but for me, it’s more of craving the intimacy and closeness.

I know my wife’s incredible creativity is awesome, and I cannot deny that it truly feeds that need I have for submissive head space … but …

It’s all the moments between that really get me. When I’m well sated because I’m having orgasms whenever I want, hugging my wife is a non-moment. Getting home from work, I’m interested in what’s for dinner and what’s on television, and I’m concerned about who’s doing their fair share of the housework. When I’m in this state of mind, I don’t want her to do any of the housework. I want to make dinner, do the dishes, and it doesn’t matter what’s on television, I just want to cuddle on the couch while we watch. And just simply hugging my wife is amazing. A moment to hold her close. She curled up with me the other night, me laying down, her head on my shoulder, one of her legs thrown over one of mine … absolutely nothing sexual, barely registered in the cage, because it was all in my heart. Just overwhelming peace, love and understanding (thank you, Elvis Costello), and I’m certain my heart rate, blood pressure, breathing, etc., all settled down.

I might wait to trade in all 25, hope for tails, or hope she has some way to keep me from having an orgasm (even a repeat of the first way from January 10th would be awesome), and find out what she has planned for me on April Fool’s Day. I hope it’s diabolical, and I hope it involves denying me an orgasm, and I hope she plans on taking me through another quarter of the year in complete suspense. Am I crazy?

My wife didn’t wait for us to be in the bedroom and naked before flipping the coin this time. She stood in the kitchen where I’d asked to trade my bank, flipped the coin, caught it, and flipped it over on her other hand. She paused before uncovering it.

“Excited?” she asked.
“Are you hoping for heads or tails?” She was smirking.
I took a deep breath. “I can’t decide.”
She chuckled in response.

She pulled her hand away, and there it was … heads. I could only wonder what she might have in store for me this time.

“Alright,” she said, “let’s get naked and get in bed…”

That sounded promising.

A few minutes later, she was crawling naked into one side of the bed, and I crawled in naked from the other. She held up the key immediately, and a moment later I was free, and we were sliding under the covers. I know my wife too well to be thinking that this was any indication.

We kissed for a few minutes, fingers roaming, and my cock was a raging, throbbing hard on. She was only giving it the lightest touched imaginable, and they were eliciting gasps.

“Make me wet,” she said, pushing my head down between her legs. I complied, of course, and spent probably ten minutes with my face buried in her pussy, following her instructions, ‘slower … harder … suck on my clit.’

Finally, she pulled me up to lay on her.

“I never said that when I’d give you your strokes, they would all be back to back. I’ll tell you when you can take each stroke, one at a time, all the way in and right back out. No lingering.”

I buried my face in her neck, and gave a small moan.

“One,” she whispered in my ear.

I slid in to a very wet, very hot, very receptive pussy, and it was amazing. I was totally reluctant to pull out at all, but I also didn’t want to lose nine strokes.

When I was completely out, my wife kissed me passionately for a couple of minutes before finally whispering, “Two.”

I did well, for the first five, but I could feel it building. Finally, when she said six, and I pushed slowly in, I knew I had just crossed the edge. I pulled out completely, and then thrust my hips forward, and a massive load of cum ran out of my cock, no spurt, no contraction, just a long steady stream like barely turning on a faucet, landing on my wife’s stomach.

My wife had the biggest grin, knowing she’d gotten it.

“Well, that’s definitely an orgasm. I guess this game is over now. I can’t believe you made it that far. Well, I have a new game for April 1st, but I need you really horny, not recently sated. Why don’t you put the cage back on and then clean me up. Maybe if I leave it on until April, you’ll be horny enough to play my next game.” — latter quote paraphrased from what my addled brain can remember.

My wife let me out of the cage the other night, but there’s really nothing to report on it. It was normal, wonderfully vanilla and intimate love making. I knew I wasn’t getting permission to orgasm, and I let it go.

Afterwards, she was laying on her side of the bed, sprawled out in post orgasmic bliss, and I was sitting on my side of the bed, putting the cage back on. I turned to her to close the hasp.

Her fingers were on it, but it was still open when she asked, “Do you still have that deck of dirty playing cards?”

That took some time to process. They were old. We’re talking maybe a decade at this point. We’d picked those up in a truck stop as a joke on one of our first long driving trips somewhere. We’d played a game of strip poker, and I don’t think we’d ever touched them again. But c’mon. Of course I’ve still got them. I’m a sentimental fool.

“Yes, I think I could find them…”

She pulled her hand away from the lock. “Right now? Please do.”

I left the bedroom, and headed into our garage, dug through some old boxes, looked through some plastic bins, and then some more old boxes. I hadn’t misplaced them … I had misplaced an entire box of old sex toys. Found it eventually though, in the attic. I think it was about forty-five minutes, wandering around the house with just the cage dangling, and the lock hanging open.

When I returned, she clicked the hasp shut as I stood there holding them out for her. “Do you want to check them to make sure all the cards are there?” I asked.

She took them from me, and dropped them into the bottom drawer of her nightstand. “Nope.”

No indication of what they might be for, and I’m sure that’s intentional. But there’s no way she asked for a decade old deck of dirty playing cards unless it’s got something to do with April 1st. Will my teases be based on what’s on the cards? Will my orgasm be a one in fourteen chance? Perhaps new lock up periods will be based on cards drawn?

I have to stop thinking about it and just let it happen…

This is actually a great thing for me, but I’m sure some of you will be disappointed.

My wife and I talked last night, and she’s decided not to start a new game on April 1st. She offered to tell me what she was going to use the cards for, but I declined. I told her she could save the idea for some other time.

She wants to just settle into something ‘normal’. I’m still not having an orgasm, and she didn’t offer to unlock me, but she’s decided she just doesn’t want to go another long time with the decisions being random chance. She said it was a fun way to get me to this point, but now that I’m here, she wants to take back the control.

<sarcasm–> Yeah, I’m totally disappointed. This’ll be a lot less fun than a random game. <–end sarcasm>

I know my future will hold quite a bit of chastity, and quite a bit of teasing, so I’m content and happy … and of course, not satisfied.

… almost forgot. I asked her specifically if she had planned an ‘April Fool’s’ trick. She looked at me for a minute, and said, “Damnit. That’s a good idea. I need to remember that next year.”

So I guess … I could still be in for something tomorrow…. but I don’t think so.

As a “show of good faith” that there was no trick coming at me, yesterday evening, she removed the cage. We fooled around, and she had a nice orgasm, and she didn’t make me put the cage back on.

It appears she just wants to return to a normal denial state of being, happy to have had a three month run to get us started.

Sorry, but I don’t think there’ll be much to report for a while.

My wife met me as I stepped out of the shower two days ago with my cage in hand, and a smirk on her face. Moments later, she clicked the lock shut, and I carried on with my morning routine. That night, she ‘ordered’ me to attend to her orally, and then we cuddled off to sleep.

Last night, she propositioned a game. I raised my eyebrows, and she quickly added, “Nothing like the other one.”

Here were her details. She was going to use the magic wand on my cage for ten minutes (she’s been dying to try this after reading about it somewhere). If I could last all ten minutes, she would unlock me, and let me use her any way I wanted, as many orgasms as I could have, for a full hour. Any position, any pace, anything. If I could last ten minutes. I immediately knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I kept listening for my real options.

If I had an orgasm without permission, she said she would lock me down for a month with absolutely no releases, no out time for even teasing. Just straight cage for a month.
If, on the other hand, I used my orgasm safe word before the ten minutes was up, like a good boy, I would have two weeks in the cage, but I would be let out for play times, and when I would finally get to have a real orgasm would still be up in the air.

It sounded like fun, and I knew that I wouldn’t last ten minutes, so I just counted on this ending with two weeks in the cage, some teasing, and a continuation of our denial period.

We convened to the bedroom, and she started with the wand. It probably wasn’t even a minute before I uttered ‘eight,’ my safe word, and she pulled the wand away.

“Two weeks,” she said. A few seconds later, she put the wand back to the cage, and merely seconds later, I was uttering ‘eight’ again. “Four weeks,” she said.

A long moan left my mouth as I realized … and then the wand was back on the cage.

By the end of the ten minutes, I had earned four months in the cage (she took it easier on me after the first four times, and spread out the last four).

She was giggling. “Probably should’ve just taken the orgasm through the cage and the four weeks, huh?”

At least she says she’ll let me out for teasing …

Well, it wasn’t really a break. I still haven’t had a real orgasm since December. I leaked a bit (okay, a lot) in March, but there were no contractions, and definitely no post orgasm slump.

And if I had to guess, this was just a mind play. I’m betting that I’m not going to be in chastity for four more months. I suppose it could happen, but…

This isn’t really a “game” in the sense of what happened in the first three months of this year. When we play with orgasm denial and chastity, it’s really just our sex life without my orgasms, and she tells me when to put the cage on and take it off. The cage is never used as enforcement of my denial. It’s just to increase my arousal. And there are no real rules, other than her will.

And often times, when we are in one of my denial periods, she’ll pull out mind play evenings like this, more to keep me on my toes. Now I’ve got four more months in the cage on my mind, so when she lets me out in two weeks or even a month, it’ll be a surprise relief. Of course, I could also be wrong about that. Ask me in four months …

She also likes to tell me that my orgasm is months away, and then give me an orgasm one month, or two weeks later. Or, and this is probably harder on my psyche, when we’re laying down for some play time, she’ll tell me that she’s going to let me have an orgasm tonight, but I have to wait until she says … and then she’ll “change her mind” at the end of our play time.

So while I got a break from the cage for a few days, I did not immediately go and jerk off. I did not have permission for that. It was probably, in her mind, just some time for my cock to breathe, and now she wanted to put the cage back on.

And actually, now that I’m typing this, I bet it’s the lock. She made a game that had me in the cage for so long, and the lock kind of bothers her when we’re spooning. It’s not a deal breaker, but I bet she wanted a few days of spooning without the lock, and then when she got that, she was content with putting me back in the cage. I need to look into getting one of those devices that use the integrated locks. Although, I probably don’t want (yes, I do) to motivate her to leave me in the cage more.

Presuming anyone is interested in an update …

I’m still in the cage. <<whimper>>

She has let me out of the cage twice for fifteen minute, lubed hand jobs, with no permission to orgasm. And then right back into the cage. And neither of those encounters included an orgasm for her.

All of her orgasms have been on other nights, and she hasn’t let me out of the cage for any of them. I’ve used my fingers, my tongue, toys and vibrators, all while straining in my cage as I listen to her. She knows that I’m particularly aurally driven. The sound of a woman having an orgasm gets me more excited than anything I can see. I think she’s using that against me, both denying me a free erection while I’m hearing it, and denying me hearing it while I’m free.

Everyday is a roller coaster at this point. There are moments where I hope that I don’t actually have three more months of this to contend with. And then there are other moments where I’m really glad I’m experiencing this, and I hope she stays strict.

It’s been about a month and half now, with absolutely no out time. We’ve done longer denial periods and I’ve spent long times in the cage, but never to this degree. I’ve actually started begging sometimes, and her responses have been things like…

“Do you need out, or do you want out?”

“You say you want me to take it off, but you really want me to take it off and then do things to your cock, or take it off and let you slide your cock into my warm, wet pussy … I don’t think you could handle that at this point.”

“I’ll take it off after you make me cum.” I make her cum, and she says, “Well now I don’t really have a reason to take it off, do I?”

“I’m having so much fun. Can’t you handle it a little bit longer … for me? I promise … this’ll be so worth the pain when it’s over.”

“You’re enduring something very special for me, and I promise, I’m going to do something very special for you when I decide it’s over (with a tonal emphasis on the ‘I decide’ part).”

Two, sometimes three times a week, we lay down for some ‘playtime.’ That is mostly me pleasuring her while she lightly strokes the cage or my balls. It starts out as a fairly direct stimulation for me, but as she succumbs to her pleasure, her touches get more and more absent minded.

It is very hot for me, as she gets more and more excited, to just have her hand gripping the cage, or firmly gripping my balls, and the feedback from the changes in her grip.

It’s mostly that, but maybe once every five or six of our ‘playtimes’ are all about me. Those might be an intense ass and ball flogging, or using the wand vibrator to edge me in the cage, and one night, she spent almost twenty minutes sitting between my legs as I laid there, using very light finger tip touches all around and through the cage to just keep me hard.

And almost every night, when we go to bed, she’ll curl up in my arms, and one hand will almost always be holding the cage. As she falls asleep, her fingers twitch, keeping me wide awake and throbbing.

Last night, as I was pleasuring my wife, I was begging again. For just a small break from the cage, and just a little attention.

She hadn’t had an orgasm yet, but she was somewhere around half way there, when she rolled toward me in a way that stopped my hands from what they were doing to her. She started talking to me about her previous threats to leave me in the cage for a long time if I came without permission. She told me about how she never really knew if she could actually do that, but she thought that now we had pretty much determined that those weren’t empty threats.

I had to agree. So, she said, if I let you out, and you cum without permission, you know it’s not an empty threat when I tell you that I’ll leave you in that cage until next year. Again, I had to agree.

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll give you a break from the cage, and a little treat, but you have to pay for it.”

“Anything,” I quickly agreed.

And then she laid out her plan, a very big “treat” for me, something that she’s let me do before, and something that she knows that I absolutely love. And she also laid out the cost that I would pay.

She’d been thinking that August 1st was four months. She knew it wasn’t exactly, but close enough. She told me that she’d start a timer on her phone when she took the cage off, and every minute that it was off, would be an extra day.

I whimpered and complained silently.

She told me that while it was off, she would bend over the side of the bed, and I could rub my cock between her ass cheeks, until my cum dribbled out and down into her crack. She knows that will lead to multiple edges as I try to get just close enough, and back away, and repeat until it dribbles out of me. And she knows that adds to the clock as I try to make sure I don’t have any spasms.

She warned me that if she felt one drop spurt on to her back, I’d be in the cage until next year. She made sure to emphasize the importance of this. She’d put over six months into this denial; she was going to be really mad if I took that away from her because she decided to be nice.

She told me that after I dribbled, I’d be permitted to clean it all out of her crack before sliding down to lick her to an orgasm. She rarely lets me lick her asshole, and it’s something that pushes all of my submissive buttons.

“Then, once I’ve had my orgasm, you can put the cage back on, and when I click the lock shut, I’ll stop the timer.” Long pause. “Are you willing to pay for a little time out of the cage?”

This was torture. I knew that it was going to take twenty or thirty minutes to do all of that. She knew that she was offering me one of my absolutely favorite activities. It involved all of my favorite things. I’m an ass man, and she’s got an amazing one. I love grinding my cock in between her cheeks. I love licking her bud. Cleaning my cum out of there is a combination equal to more than the sum of its parts.

I knew that the edging to a dribble would be a difficult process that would require multiple edges to get it just right. I knew that after she had an orgasm, and all of that occurred, my cock would be raging hard still, and would take quite a few minutes to calm down enough to get the cage back on. And I suspected that she would spend that particular time tormenting me to keep it hard and make it impossible to get the cage back on.

After a few seconds of my indecision, she rolled me over and straddled me, her wet pussy sliding slowly back and forth along the cage, teasing her clit. “What if I say that you can stick it inside me for a couple of strokes, too?”

This morning, I woke up at five o’clock in the morning, with a throbbing erection trying to break the steel of my cage, and knowing that I was probably locked in until September 8th now. As I was rolling around waiting for the morning wood to die off a little, she stirred, rolled over to cuddle, throwing a leg over one of mine. Her hand slid down to run along the cage, and then grab my balls firmly.

“I’m having so much fun,” she said, and then she drifted off back to sleep.

I don’t really talk about this part much, but if anyone’s wondering, yes … this is still working for me. I’m wallowing in a level of submissiveness that I’ve never experienced before. The emotions, the feelings, the pleasures … they’re all intense and prolonged and constant. As much as I want it to end, I don’t want it to end. I’ve always said to her that I want to be pushed to the point of wanting to orgasm, and then denied. I’ve always said to her that I want to be pushed to the point of wanting out of the cage, and then refused. She’s doing that. She’s doing what I asked for, to a degree that I never thought she could.

As frustrating as it is, as urgent as the needs seem, they’re only momentary. There is far more amount of time in the day when I’m so satisfied at not being satisfied. I said in another post in another spot on this forum … her denial is like nipple clamps on the brain. Yes, the denial and refusals hurt, but it’s a good hurt. It’s a hurt that I like and want to feel.

She has checked in with me a couple of times in the last couple of months. It’s always been far removed from the playtime, and I’ve assured her that I’m okay. Yes, I really want her to release me from the cage, and then grant me a “release.” But I don’t need it. It’s up to her, and as long as she’s still having fun, I’m fine to keep going.

The scary / exciting part is when she says, “Cool, because I’m having a lot of fun. And I really like you like this.”

Another month plus in the cage.

I haven’t begged much, knowing there would be a price to pay, but one night, toward the end of July, we were fooling around, and she was straddling me, grinding her wet pussy against my cage as we kissed and necked. I was throbbing, swelling through the bars, of course, pieces of my cock just feeling her heat and wet. I could tell from her breathing that she was working herself toward her orgasm, and I did start begging.

She leaned up, stopped her grinding, and asked, “You really want out?” She already had an evil grin on her face.

I whimpered in response, knowing that I didn’t want to pay the price for a little freedom.
She leaned over to my nightstand, fished around for a second, and came back with my deck of dirty playing cards. She started shuffling them around. “Four days per minute,” she started, and I immediately protested with my eyes and a moan, “but …” she continued, “when you decide you’ve had enough time out, I’ll let you pick a card … an ace, and I’ll let you have a full, unrestrained, thrusting orgasm in my pussy.”

She sat on me smiling, shuffling the cards around. My brain wrestled with it, knowing the odds were so bad.

Finally, I shook my head no. She shrugged her shoulders, dropped the cards back into the drawer, and went back to grinding herself on my cage until she got off.

Over the few days that followed, I wavered back and forth over begging to be offered that deal again. About a week later, my wife still not offering anytime out of the cage, and the vision of freedom dwelling there, I did ask her for that chance again.

She declined, saying that I need to take the offers when they arrive, but she was clearly amused by my change of heart, and offered me a different deal.

I could get out of the cage, for any length of time I chose. But I had to be restrained, and I would not have permission to orgasm. During the time I was out, everytime I had to say my orgasm safe word, would cost me a week.

“So … how long do you want to be out? Five minutes? Fifteen minutes?”

“Not at all,” I replied quietly.

“Okay, I understand. Why don’t you lick me instead…”

We were kissing at the end of the bed, when she started undressing me, and letting me undress her. When we were naked, except for my cage, she pushed me down onto the bed. Instead of immediately joining me, she walked all around the bed, pulling out the under mattress restraints, and securing me.

Then she laid down in the crook of my outstretched arm, and started gently fingering the cage and talking to me softly. She talked about how long we’d gone, how much fun we’d been having, all kinds of things that I could barely focus on. Then she produced the key, and let me out. My cock rose as the cage came off, and the unrestrained erection felt amazing.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to pay for this one.”

She played with me gently, slowly bringing me up to my first edge. When I uttered my word, she stopped, and stroked other parts of my body for a few minutes, letting me calm down a little bit.

Then she moved to kneel between my legs, and took me in her mouth. Within minutes, she’d edged me four more times, and then leaned back to let me rest for a couple minutes. She made some comment about the importance of keeping me always guessing, but it didn’t really register in my brain at that moment.

She swung around, and backed up until she could lower her pussy onto my face, and I eagerly licked everything I could reach. She stayed there for a few minutes until she was dripping wet, and then she slowly trailed down my body, found my cock, and lowered herself onto it. When her ass met my hips, she ground back and forth a couple of times before she started slowly fucking up and down. It was no more than three full strokes before I exhaled my safe word, but she didn’t stop.

I was almost yelling my safe word and pulling violently against the restraints as my orgasm hit with full force, painful and exquisite at the same time. It was amazing, and seemed to go on for so long as she kept stroking up and down.

When the contractions stopped, she slid off of me, and backed up to lower herself onto my face again. As I eagerly licked her, with my cum dripping out of her, she was leaning forward to gather the drops that fell on my cock and stomach, and then leaning back to insert her finger between my mouth and her pussy, feeding me the stray drops as I kept kicking her.

My erection never really subsided, and a few minutes later, she slid down again, and started fucking me again.

It was so awesome. She rode me faster this time, and it was just a few minutes before I was bucking through another orgasm, and then she was sliding back to sit on my face again.

This time, my cock did waver a bit, but as I was licking her clean again, now she started sucking on my half hard cock. A few minutes later, when I was hard again, she slid down to ride me again. She was close enough from all of my licking that she was able to ride me to her own orgasm, and kept riding until I was able to convulse through a third orgasm.

She released the bonds, and curled up with me as we both recovered slowly from the intense and awesome session. She said something again about the importance of keeping me guessing, and this time I understood what she meant. We eventually fell asleep.

This morning, I awoke with my first unrestricted morning wood in a very long time, and it felt so good. I slid over to spoon with her, and couldn’t control myself, grinding slightly into her butt as she woke up.

She purred a little, and then told me to slide it inside her. She told me that she’d really been missing the feel of me inside her, and that last night had been exceptionally amazing. I was gently fucking her, and I could feel her fingers playing with her clit as I pawed at her breasts. Soon, I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, and I was getting there myself, when she whispered between sighs, “Don’t cum.”

I stopped almost immediately, buried deep inside her, and she ground her ass back into me as her fingers started moving a lot faster, and then she came.

A couple of minutes of holding her, buried inside her, and then it was time for us to start getting ready for work.

“I want you back in the cage when you get out of the shower…”

And here I thought it was over…

It was pretty amazing. In the past, under shorter lengths of time, I would kind of experience disappointment that the whole thing was over. After eight months though, it was a totally different feeling. A combination of contented relief. And usually, when we begin a denial, it’s a while before I hit that ‘plateau’ of arousal that I carry with me.

In this circumstance, it’s been totally different. I expected the cage to be less exciting, but most of the good frustrating feelings have returned immediately. Even having three in one evening just wasn’t the full reset that I would’ve expected. She’s never done it like this. Normally, after being released from the denial, the next day would be filled with masturbation, and orgasms.

I’m having trouble expressing it all, even though I want to go yell it from the rooftops.
I’m so happy, frustrated, content, desperate …

And now, truly guessing as to what she has in mind next.

And we’re firmly settled back into the routine she seems to be enjoying, with me pleasuring her, while she just ignores the existence of the cage. By that, I mean that she touches me the same ways she would if the cage wasn’t there, all the normal foreplay kinds of strokes, touches, even licking and sometimes grinding.

We usually end with me licking or vibrating her to an orgasm, and then cuddling.
I have no idea when she might let me out again, but I presume the old September date is off the table now.
All of the emotions are back, fully plateaued, and cruising along.

My heart is throbbing with love for her as much as my cock throbs in its prison.
I am a happy and lucky man…

The Comments Have Started…

Literotica published my latest story yesterday you can view it and vote on it HERE

The score is 3.65 / 5.00 so far, and as always the comments are pretty split, here’s the first few…

Anonymous said: Loved It! You have the most awesome devious games!! 5 all the way!

Anonymous said: Perfect Tease and Denial Fantasy. Fantastic! Another red hot story. You tell these types so well. Hopefully there’ll be a follow-up to this.

Anonymous said: Charlie had been out of the cage the whole time. She just didn’t know it. Once again, the cage is a toy. No key necessary to remove it. He can ejaculate while wearing it. So whatever the game is, it’s his game. Oh and he didn’t keep her. Who would?

Anonymous said: What Ugly and Nonsense Story. The author did a very poor job on this pathetic story. It seems the author has some serious mental illness mixed with some cuckold issues and some cuckold issues that were transferred to this ugly story.
This story lacks of creativity nonsense shallow low context poor written and it is not even hot nor sexy story. This story is not enjoyable and it is such waste of time reading all the way throug

Mrswitch said: Nice imagination. Great story. Nice devious game. And as for the person that is who wrote this.
“The author did a very poor job on this pathetic story. It seems the author has some serious mental illness mixed with some cuckold issues and some cuckold issues that were transferred to this ugly story. This story lacks of creativity nonsense shallow low context poor written and it is not even hot nor sexy story. This story is not enjoyable and it is such waste of time reading all the way through”
why don’t you just admit you want to be a cuck and stop reading stories fantasizing about it and then lashing out at the author anonymously because you can’t handle your own fantasies?

Mistress and I finished our Mistress Day with a meal out at our favourite local restaurant. As always the food was incredible and we came home very full and very happy. I was slightly disappointed that Mistress didn’t wear her new Victoria’s Secret ‘ass-less’ panties, but she since she already let me worship her ass yesterday morning I can’t complain too much. 🙂

The Fantasy Game (Written in August 2017)

Ever since I can remember, Charlie – my husband, has been pestering me to tell him my fantasies. I don’t know why, but even though I’m open-minded and willing to help him realise his fantasies I’ve always been very reserved about revealing my own. I don’t really know why that is, I just have a block when it comes to revealing my inner thoughts I guess. Maybe I think it will be embarrassing or I think Charlie will judge me, which is ridiculous really, considering the fantasies he’s shared with me…

So one day I thought, maybe I should tell him. But to make it a little more fun, I decided that if he really wanted to know he’d have to ‘pay’ for it somehow, and so I devised a little game for him.

Charlie had been locked up for nearly six weeks, with only a few brief teasing sessions in between. Of course he’d licked my pussy and made me cum countless times, but I thought it was probably time I let him out and maybe allowed him to cum.

He was lying back on the bed, naked save for his cage when I settled down between his legs and leaned down to kiss his stomach and let the key on my necklace drag along his inner thigh.

“Do you want out?” I asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Oh yes Mistress, please…” he gasped.

“Mmmm, let me think,” I teased, allowing my fingers to gently stroke and squeeze his aching balls.

“Okay, well, I think I’m going to let you out, and I might even let you cum, but….”

I paused for dramatic effect.

“…that’s up to you.”

Charlie lifted his head and looked at me curiously, while I slid the key into the lock and turned it, then pulled the hasp of the padlock out of the cage fixture. He moaned as he felt the cage pull away and his cock slowly start to harden. I decided to leave the back ring on as it was too much trouble to get off and anyway, if anything it would keep his cock rock solid and make the game harder for him.

“So, I want to know how badly you want to cum…” I said, teasing his cock with just the tips of my fingers.

Charlie babbled about how bad he needed it, but I wasn’t really listening. I picked up the bottle of lube that sat next to me on the bed and tipped it up, squeezing out a thick river of glistening goo which drizzled down his cock.

I put the bottle down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, slowly teasing it and allowing my hand to come right up to the very top, until his cock slipped out of my fist altogether. I waited a moment and then grabbed his cock again and used my other hand to cradle his full and heavy balls.

“So, what if I wanted you to wait another two weeks, would you do that for me?”

Charlie groaned.

“Please Mistress, no… I can’t take any more, I need to cum so bad.”

There was a note of suffering in Charlie’s voice that almost made me feel bad, but as I felt myself getting wet I quickly put that aside.

“Hmm, you have been a very good husband lately… I almost feel bad, but on the other hand, what if you were willing to trade something for another two weeks of chastity, something you’ve wanted for a long time?”

Charlie looked at me expectantly…

“Haha, no… you’re not getting your cock inside my ass Charlie. Not this time… my ass is worth way more than two weeks.”

Charlie’s face turned to disappointment then confusion.

“But, what else…?” he asked.

“Well, you’re always asking me to tell you my fantasies aren’t you?”

Charlie perked up at this and I felt his cock swell slightly.

“Oh… you like that idea?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

“Mmmm…. Well, how about I tell you the rules first and then you can decide?”

Charlie nodded his agreement and waited expectantly.

“If I tell you my fantasy, then I will tease you throughout and if you don’t cum then I will lock your cock up for another two weeks, after which I will let you cum, though I’m not saying how or where, but it will be a full orgasm. If on the other hand you cum while I’m telling you my fantasy, then I will let go and it will be ruined. Afterwards I will lock you up for two weeks and then I will give you a chance to cum, but that’s all – a chance. I’m thinking I might have another game in mind for you by then… so, how bad do you want it Charlie?”

I continued stroking him slowly, watching as he thought it over. If he’d decided not to go for it I would have let him cum, but he’d pestered me so many times I was pretty sure he would take me up on my offer… and truthfully I would have been a little disappointed if he hadn’t.

“I HAVE to know…” whispered Charlie.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You’re really willing to give up a certain orgasm now, just to hear my dirty little fantasy?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

I smiled and gave his cock a little squeeze.

“Oh… and just one more thing, if you cum, then the fantasy stops right there, understand?”

Charlie sighed loudly, I’m sure he knew he was making a terrible decision, but he was so desperate to know what went on in my head, I think I could’ve added all kinds of rules and he would have agreed to everything and anything. But I didn’t want to take advantage too much… maybe next time though.

I gently pulled on his balls as I stroked his cock, not too fast, just fast enough to keep his attention.

“Well, I’d want you there to start with… naked, but locked. Definitely locked. And frustrated, very, very frustrated… I think I’d have to edge you three or four times a day for a couple of weeks, so that you were nice and desperate for me, nice and pliable…”

I smiled at him then and he let out a small whimper.

“Yes, pliable and willing to do whatever I wanted…”

I let go of his cock for a moment and pulled my T-shirt off over my head and unfastened my bra, then slid the straps down my arms and dropped it on the floor, then I bent down and rubbed my soft tits against his cock bringing more moans of pleasure from his trembling mouth.

“You’d be between my legs, where you belong, licking my beautiful pussy. You love to do that I know, and I know you’d get me nice and wet for what was coming next. I’d want to cum at least twice, so that I was really soaked and then while you licked and worshipped my pussy I’d have three well hung guys standing by the bed, stroking their cocks, showing them off for me.”

Charlie’s cock bucked in my hand at that and I slowed my stroking down a touch, I think I could have made him cum then if I’d really wanted to, but I wanted to play fair, at least for now.

“As you licked me I’d motion for them to come nearer and I’d suck them each in turn, until eventually I’d lift my leg and press my foot into your shoulder and shove you back. You’d move off the bed and come and kneel up by my head where I could see you, and where you could watch me and see every expression on my face as I got the fucking of my life.”

“What sort of guys would they be?” asked Charlie, trying to visualize my fantasy men.

I thought about it for a moment, trying to focus on the men in my fantasy.

“A little rough, big guys… guys who work outside, builders maybe, or something like that…”

“Are they all white or are any of them black?”

I stopped to think for a moment.

“No I don’t think so, I’ve never really thought about it… I don’t focus on them too much, just their cocks, so no, now I come to think about it, they’re all white. Big white cocks for my tight white pussy.”

I thought I heard a slight grunt of disappointment but decided to ignore it and speeded up my strokes a little, using my thumb to tease the head of his slippery cock.

“The first one gets on the bed and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my pussy until I plead with him to slide it in. Even though I’m soaking wet he goes really slow, teasing me with his thick stalk, stretching my tight little pussy out. I look over at you and watch your expression as another man fucks me for the first time… knowing you can never fill me up like he can.”

Charlie’s cock bucked in my hand again.

“It feels so good having his thick cock filling me up and knowing there are two more guys who want to take me. The first guy gets into his stride and pushes my legs back up against my chest, squashing my tits as he pounds his meat into me. I pull you close and kiss you while he slams his cock into me, and I can see in your eyes you can taste their cocks on my lips.”

I let go of Charlie’s cock for a moment, playing with his head…

“You’re not getting close are you baby, I’d hate for you to miss out on the story?”

“No, please don’t stop…”

I took hold of his cock again and squeezed it three or four times before I started stroking again.

“Okay… well, the first guy really drills me and finishes up dumping his load in my pussy. He pulls out and lets my legs down and then squeezes the rest of his cum out of his cock and wipes his hand on my tits. I look over at you and without even saying anything you know what you have to do. You lean forward and suck and lick at my soft tits until they are clean and then you kiss me again, so I can taste his cum on your lips.”

Charlie’s hips bucked forward at this and I loosened my grip, but still kept slowly stroking.

“It’s getting hard to hold back isn’t it baby, I know… but you said you wanted to hear this..”

I let go of Charlie’s cock for a moment and used both hands to play with and squeeze his aching balls, I love doing that.

“Do you want to hear the rest?”

“Yes Mistress… please, tell me everything,” Charlie’s voice was husky and cracking as he spoke.

“Are you sure, maybe I could stop now and still offer you the two week deal?”

“No, please Mistress, please tell me…”

I slid my right hand up his shaft and started stroking again, but my left hand continued to work on his balls.

“Okay, so the first guy moves out of the way and then the second guy gets on the bed. He has the middle sized cock, and he grabs my legs and pulls me down the bed towards him – which I really love, and then he pushes the head of his cock in and slams it all the way in. He’s not that much bigger than the first guy, and I’m so wet and sloppy that it goes in easy, but I can still really feel it. He tells me to play with my tits for him and I reach up squeeze and knead my tits like a real slut, I even try and suck my own nipples but I can’t quite reach, so I tell you to do it instead.”

I let go of his balls now and started squeezing my tits instead, which only made me wetter still.

“The guy tells you to bite my tits and you don’t want to at first, but then the he shouts at you to bite me and you sink your teeth into me…”

I stopped talking for a moment as I remembered how many times that part of the fantasy signalled the start of my orgasm.

“He keeps on fucking me for a while, then pulls out and spins me over onto my front. He orders me up onto my knees and then slams it back into me, deeper now as I push back against him, wanting every last inch of his cock as deep as it will go.”

I looked down at Charlie, this must be killing him, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d allowed him to fuck me from behind like that.

“Soon it gets the better of him and he drives into me hard, until I’m begging him to stop. But he doesn’t, he just keeps pounding me until he drops his load into my slutty cunt as well. He pulls out and I can feel the cum just oozing out of me, dripping onto the bed and down my thighs, but I’ve still got one more big, hard cock to go.”

I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head for a few moments.

“The last guy takes his place and turns me back over, his cock is quite a bit bigger than the other two and I really feel it as he slides it in, even with some of the other two guys’ cum still inside me. I grab your hand and look over at you as he forces every last inch of his throbbing meat inside me and…”

Charlie’s cock bucked once and I let go, watching intently as he moaned for me to continue my story. I was just about to slide my fingers back around his glistening shaft and finish telling him my fantasy when I saw the first bead of white appear at the very tip of his cock. It stopped there, frozen in time until I leaned forward and gently slapped his swollen, desperate balls.

That was all it took, and Charlie moaned in frustration as the cum started to really flow, dripping down his aching length and pooling at the base of his cock. I sighed loudly and pulled away, trying not to laugh and actually feeling just a little bit sorry for him. I’m sure he knew where the rest of my fantasy was going, but it doesn’t hurt to keep him guessing…

“Please Mistress…” he whined, “please finish the story!”

Despite his ruined orgasm, Charlie’s cock was still rock hard and the temptation to stroke it again was enormous… but rules are rules, he came and that was the end of it.

“No. But I might tell you in two weeks time, if you keep me sweet.”

New Story Coming…

I will be posting a new story tomorrow. I know I said that I wouldn’t be writing any more ‘Femdom/Chastity/Cuckold’ stories for a while, but I had a short one almost finished on my desktop and so I thought it would be good to get that one out of the way.

I’m just going to get Mistress to read it through and double-check my grammar, spelling and also the narrative perspective as this story is written (quite unusually for me) from the point of view of the woman in the story…

CRUEL TO BE KIND (Written August 2017)

This morning I unexpectedly had a couple of hours to kill so I pulled out the laptop and wrote this for your entertainment. Shorter than most of my stories and straight to the point (I know, makes a change!), and this will definitely be my last Femdom story for a while. One thing, I set a target of writing four stories this year, because the last two years I only wrote one, and I’ve absolutely smashed that target, so I’m happy with that. But I still have lots more ideas, they’ll just be on the back-burner for the next little while.

“This feels so much better than your cock,” Jackie said as she worked the ridges of the glass dildo against the folds of her glistening pussy.

Ben was kneeling in front of her on the bed, right between her silky smooth thighs, his face still noticeably wet with her juices from where he’d been licking her just a few moments before.

“Lick your fingers clean,” she ordered.

Ben lifted his hand up to his mouth, eagerly licking the juices from his digits, the sweet liquid from her dripping pussy and the slight musky taste of her asshole. Ben adored both, but it was the taste of her ass that really made his cock ache, that and the denial.

It had been over three months since Ben had been allowed a proper orgasm, in that time he had been teased and denied repeatedly, occasionally even ‘promised’ an orgasm, only for his wife to let go seconds before he started to cum. It drove him crazy, the endless frustration and longing for release, but the thing that really pushed his buttons was the way Jackie was enjoying it now. Jackie was hesitant at first, reluctant to abuse her ‘power’ the way Ben wanted her to, but now… now things were different. Seeing the effect it had on him slowly changed her mindset, and she eventually realised that being ‘cruel’ really was the best way to be ‘kind’ to a man who craves to submit.

In those same three months Ben had licked his wife’s pussy more times than he could remember. Again, since she had really embraced her position of power she had become more and more demanding, to the point that she sometimes required him to service her pussy two or three times in a day. Not that Ben was complaining, he loved nothing more than to feel his wife writhing beneath his eager tongue time and time again.

There was no doubt that Jackie was more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life and Ben fed off her satisfaction and was blissfully happy. This in turn allowed Jackie to relax more and more and to become gradually more and more dominant with her husband.

“I really love it when you lick my pussy you know… I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder than when your tongue is on my clit, my pussy is stuffed with this dildo and your fingers are teasing my beautiful ass.”

“Thank you Mistress, I love that you love it…”

“You do think my ass is beautiful don’t you?” she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“Of course Mistress, you know I adore it…”

Jackie smiled, “Well don’t worry I’m sure you’ll get a chance to taste it soon, I know you’re dying to be allowed to lick it again aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please…. may I?”

“Not today slave, although I might allow you a taste…”

Jackie locked her eyes on Ben’s and pulled the glass dildo out of her pussy for a second. She shifted forward slightly and then lay back, pushing the slippery glass cock down between her cheeks. She let out a breath as she felt the rounded head push at her tight hole and force its way inside her.

Jackie groaned loudly. “Stroke your cock for me, I want you to cum soon.”

Ben’s fingers circled his cock and he began to stroke as instructed, mesmerized by the sight of his gorgeous wife fucking herself in the ass with her beloved glass cock.

“Mmmpfh, this feels soooo good,” she moaned.

Ben’s stroking speeded up, but he was careful not to edge too soon.

“Do you want to taste it?” Jackie asked lasciviously.

Ben was trembling as he answered, “Yes Mistress, please…”

“Really? You really want to taste my beautiful ass?”

“Oh yeah…”

“I wonder how badly you want it? Would you give up your orgasm for it? I was going to let you cum today…”

Ben hesitated for a second, then forced the words out that he knew she wanted to hear “If it pleases you Mistress, I would give up my orgasm.”

Jackie sighed with pleasure as she twisted the dildo inside her asshole. It was only an inch or two inside her, but it was enough to feel amazing.

“That makes me very happy, but I really want to see you cum for me today…”

Ben’s face was a mixture of relief, pleasure and disappointment, something which amused Jackie greatly.

“Poor baby, you don’t even know what to think anymore do you… well, seeing as you’ve been so good to me these last few months, and I’ve been so very cruel to you, I think perhaps just this once I might allow you to have your cake and eat it.”

Jackie let out a little grunt as she pulled the bulbous head of the dildo out of her tight asshole and stretched out her arm to present her gift.

“Suck it,” she said firmly.

Ben took the glass cock into his mouth, savouring the taste he adored so much. His cock throbbed as he leaned further forward, wanting more of her delicious musk.

“Oh you love that don’t you, you fucking adore my asshole, that’s it stroke that fucking cock for me while you think about tonguing my gorgeous ass.”

Ben moaned loudly around the glass cock, his eyes never leaving his wife’s.

“That’s enough.”

Ben opened his mouth and allowed his wife to pull the dildo away, careful not to bash his teeth with the hard material.

“And it’s time for you to cum for me.”

Jackie relaxed back onto the bed and idly rubbed the dildo lengthways against her lips, the glass ridges teasing her still sodden lips and clit.

“I was going to let you cum on my sexy feet, I know you worship them almost as much as my pussy and ass… but, now that I’ve let you have one treat today I think I should save that for another time.”

Ben groaned his disappointment and Jackie bit her lip as she registered the effect her words had on him.

“So instead, I want you… to stroke hard and fast, go on… get close to the edge for me.”

Ben’s hand speeded up and gripped tighter as he worked himself nearer to the point of no return.

“You’re going to cum now, you’re going to cum for me so hard… but you’re not going to cum on my pretty feet, no… you’re going to cum into your other hand. Go on, do it, cum for me. Do it. Do it NOW!”

Ben tensed and felt himself bucking as he lifted his left palm under the head of his cock, the first spurt flew over his hand and landed on Jackie’s thigh, dripping slowly down as he continued to pump the rest of his load out into his hand.

“That’s it, don’t stop until those balls are totally drained for me,” Jackie growled.

Ben kept pumping and squeezing until every last drop of cum was expelled. It was a huge load and he knew she was going to make him swallow it.

“You know what you have to do now don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” he murmured breathlessly. It was always a lot harder to eat his cum when he had been allowed to cum properly and the intense horniness that he’d been carrying around for weeks had been allowed to dissipate.

“Mmm,” she said, “but I don’t want you to just slurp it up in one quick gulp like you did last time…”

Ben looked at her nervously.

“I think you should savour it. So I want you to press your other hand on top and make sure both of them are nicely coated.”

Ben placed his right hand on top of the left and pressed them together, he could feel his thick cream  spreading out and coating both palms and oozing out between his fingers.

“Oh, and don’t forget this bit,” she laughed, reaching out and wiping the stray rope of cum from her thigh with her finger and offering it to his lips.

“I bet you thought I was going to let you lick that off my thigh afterwards didn’t you?”

Ben could only gently nod as he sucked his wife’s finger clean.

“Good boy, now lick your hands clean, slowly… savour the taste of your cum. You never know how long you’ll have to wait to taste that again.”

Ben lifted his right hand up to his face and slowly began the task of cleaning his sticky mess from his hand as instructed.

“But don’t take too long baby,” she said pushing the dildo back inside her dripping cunt. “I need your tongue, watching you do that has made me so fucking horny…”

VIP Room – Quick Update.

Perhaps ‘The VIP Room’ is okay after all, it’s quickly gone from 1 / 5 to nearly 4 / 5 in a matter of hours, not to mention several people have added it to their favourite story collections. I must admit I am a little surprised, because it’s perhaps a bit of a slow burner… and it’s quite short for me. Still, at least someone likes it, which is the main thing.

‘The VIP Room’ on Literotica

My latest story has been posted to Literotica, and some wag immediately commented ‘CUCK SHIT, This should be in Loving Wives!’.

I responded that I don’t agree, that it’s clearly a ‘cheating’ story, not a cuckolding story and did I really need to explain the difference?

Maybe, I do?

In my opinion, cuckolding implies that the act is done openly, and with the partner’s consent or agreement (to whatever extent, even if that is the simple fact that the partner doesn’t leave or if it is ‘tacit’ agreement). Of course there may be some exceptions to this but generally speaking that is my personal interpretation…

I appreciate that in common use the term ‘cuckold’ may apply to any partner of an adulterer, but to my mind that is a not strictly correct and distinctly different, at least as far as the kind of people who would read this and similar blogs would understand.

If you would like to read The VIP Room on Literotica and vote or leave a comment you can do it HERE

A New Story for You…

I’ve just posted a story to Literotica that I’m not going to post here, mainly because it’s got nothing to do with Femdom/Chastity or Cuckolding etc…

I wrote it pretty much in one go last Sunday, it took me about 2-3 hours I think, and I haven’t looked at it all week. I tweaked a few things today, but it’s pretty much as I wrote it. It’s a bit of an odd one, I’ve posted it in the ‘Anal’ category because I don’t really know where to put it.

It’s about a girl who gets to meet her idol (singer) at a gig and cheats on her fiance with him while she’s alone in the VIP area.

Yes, really… I’m not sure about it either to be honest, but since I’ve spent time on it I might as well post it. Someone will like it. After all, even when I spend ages on something that I personally think is my absolute best I still get people slamming it, so whatever… run it up the flag pole and see who salutes it I guess! 🙂

You can read this story now by visiting my dedicated erotic fiction blog


Let me know what you think…

READY TO PLAY (Written August 2017)

Sophie stared out of the kitchen window as she washed the dishes.

“Don’t forget, a week on Saturday… Anna is coming over for the day.”

“Great…” said Rick slightly sarcastically as he picked up another plate to dry it. Sophie’s sister was a pain in the arse at the best of times and she never stopped talking. She also seemed to have an unwavering, yet ill-informed opinion on everything from refuse collection to homosexuals that drove Rick slightly mad if he had to spend too much time with her.

“You could at least try to fake some enthusiasm,” said Sophie.

“Umm, no… I don’t think I could,” responded Rick dryly.

The two fell into heavy silence for a moment as they contemplated the arrival of Sophie’s sister.

“Wait… next Saturday, but I’m supposed to be going to that thing with Adrian.”

Sophie flashed him an angry look.

“Rick! I told you I wanted you to be here… it’s been on the calendar for weeks.”

Rick sighed loudly and rubbed a wine glass just a bit too hard, breaking it off at the stem.

“Oh for fucks sake!” said Rick as he threw down the tea-towel. “I don’t know why I need to be here anyway, you two will just rabbit on for hours anyway.”

Sophie looked at her husband, her left eyebrow arched threateningly.

“Well…” whined Rick. “More her than you, to be fair.”

He threw the two parts of the wine glass in the bin and snatched his towel from where it lay on the counter.

“That’s not the point,” hissed Sophie.

The two stood in silence for half a minute until Rick piped up.

“I suppose you want me to cancel with Adrian then,” he muttered grumpily.

“Well, you shouldn’t have arranged it in the first place,” she snapped. “Perhaps if you listened a bit more you wouldn’t get yourself in these situations!”

“Fine,” Rick grunted, throwing the towel down again and stomping dramatically out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” asked Sophie, looking at the undried dishes on the drainer.

“The bloody lawn needs mowing, as you keep on reminding me….”

He slammed the back door and Sophie fumed silently for a short while, staring out of the kitchen window as she washed a few more dishes. Then, gradually, a familiar, yet slightly disturbing feeling came over her. The anger turned to calm determination and she quickly peeled off her rubber gloves and dropped them on the counter. She turned for a moment as if weighing up what she was going to do, and then reached down and hitched her summer dress up around her waist. She peeled off her panties and pushed them down to the floor, where she stepped out of them and picked them up. She paused for a brief moment, as she had so many times before, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Time and again she’d resolved to take action, but every single time she’d bottled it at the last moment. She felt slightly dizzy and held on to the worktop for a second, then she caught sight of her reflection in the kitchen window, her dark brunette bob sat just above her shoulders while her red summer dress showed off her medium sized but very appealing breasts. This time, finally, she wasn’t going to chicken out…

She rolled her panties carefully into a ball and carried them with her as she made her way out of the back door and off towards the garage. She opened the wooden door and in the gloom, at the far end of the long garage, she saw Rick fiddling with a recalcitrant strimmer. Rick ignored her and quietly swore at the strimmer instead.

“Rick,” she said in a quiet but firm voice. “Come here, I want to talk to you.”

Rick slammed the strimmer head down onto the workbench and slowly came over to where she was standing, he knew he was behaving like a child but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He felt foolish and avoided looking into her eyes.

Sophie waited until he was right up close to her before she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper…

“You keep on telling me you want me to be more dominant with you,” she started. “Well here’s your chance… don’t mess it up.”

Rick looked up, confused but cautiously excited. He nodded and looked away, unsure of what to expect.

“Get on your knees,” Sophie said, a little louder now, and a little more positive.

Rick sank to his knees immediately and looked up at his wife of sixteen years. They were both just the wrong side of forty, but time had been kinder to her than to him. She still turned heads and his friends often joked about how he was punching above his weight these days, particularly Adrian. He adored her, but time and again he had tried to encourage Sophie to be more dominant with him and while they did play now and then, it had always been an uphill battle.

In fact it had got to the point where recently he’d pretty much stopped trying to advance that side of their relationship as the levels of frustration it caused him were no longer worth the small rewards it was reaping. Unfortunately this also seemed to introduce a distance between the pair of them and they seemed to bicker more than they used to, which Rick hated, but he couldn’t seem to settle even though he knew he would have to eventually.

Sophie slowly lifted up her summer dress to reveal her silky smooth thighs. She had sexy legs, there was no doubt about that… a little thicker than they used to be, but still gorgeous and Rick liked her better that way anyway.  The dress lifted higher and higher until her beautiful pussy came into view, she usually kept it fairly trimmed, but she’d neglected it for the past few weeks and the hair had grown out a fair bit.

“You love my pussy don’t you?” said Sophie, just a trace of uncertainty still audible in her voice.

“Yes…” Rick’s voice was small and subdued.

“No, in fact… you worship it don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes, please…”

“Really? Are you going to start behaving like a good slave for me?”

Rick felt his cock hardening quickly.

“Yes… Mistress.”

“That’s better.”

Hearing him address her as ‘Mistress’ put her at ease and the positive memories it brought back from their previous play sessions helped to build her confidence.

Sophie put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer.

“Don’t touch, just breathe in that gorgeous scent… I bet your cock is hard already isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress, very hard.”

“Good. I bet I can make it harder though…”

Sophie reached down and slowly ran her fingers between her legs, dipping slightly into the crease of her pussy. She rubbed her finger around Rick’s lips, coating them with her juices before gently pushing it into his mouth. He sucked greedily on her digit and his warm wet tongue circled around it, cleaning her musk from it until it was slowly removed.  Then she turned around and lifted her dress right up over her ass, before leaning forward and spreading her legs slightly.

“Kiss it slave.”

Rick leant forward tentatively and planted soft kisses all over Sophie’s ass cheeks, bringing a soft sigh from her as she enjoyed his attention.

“That’s it, keep going, show me how much you love my ass.”

As Rick pressed his lips to Sophie’s ass time and time again she felt her confidence growing more and more, this was certainly going better so far than she thought it might.

Rick kissed every last inch of Sophie’s sexy ass, at one point he reached up and put his hands on Sophie’s hips to hold her still, but she reached around and gently slapped his cheek.

“I said don’t touch, the only thing I want to feel is your lips.”

Rick dropped his hands back to his sides and continued lavishing his wife’s ass with kisses until she leaned further forward and reached back to part her cheeks, exposing her tight, pink hole to his gaze.

“Now you can really show me how much you love my ass.”

Rick’s cock throbbed mercilessly as he leaned forward and pressed his tongue between her cheeks, eagerly seeking its target.

“Mmm, that’s it, lick my sexy ass…”

Rick pushed forward, his tongue slightly penetrating her asshole now, his cock harder than he could remember in a long time. Sophie let him lick her ass for a while, building up the courage to say the words she’d wanted to say for a long time.

“Things are going to change around here Rick. If I say I want your tongue in my pussy or ass, then you’re going to do it… immediately. I don’t care if you’re in the mood or whatever… I don’t need you in the mood, I don’t even ‘need’ your cock to be hard to use you for my pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” gasped Rick.

“And if you’re lucky I will play with your cock and maybe let you cum… is that something you’d like?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

“I might even let you fuck me. That’s another thing that’s going to change slave… in future you’ll only get to fuck me when I say so.”

Rick’s head was spinning, where the fuck had all this come from. He wasn’t sure about this last new rule at all, but he figured he better play along… at least for now.

“Are you willing to accept that slave? Because I don’t want you getting moody with me when I say no…”

Rick removed his tongue from Sophie’s ass just long enough to agree to this demand.

“And another thing,” she said, pushing her ass back against Rick’s tongue and forcing it inside her. “You don’t get to play with your cock anymore, unless I say so… and if you can’t do as you’re told then I might have to invest in something to help you behave for me.”

Rick groaned loudly into his wife’s ass, just the thought of her keeping him locked up and desperate was enough to make his cock jump in his jeans. He stopped licking her ass momentarily and she barked her displeasure.

“Don’t stop licking my ass until I tell you! You need to learn my ass is something to be worshipped whenever and however I want it.”

Sophie pushed back harder, forcing his tongue deeper into her tight hole. The feeling was intense and she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“That’s it, fuck my ass with your tongue,” she groaned.

Sophie had him worship her ass for several minutes before she abruptly reached back and shoved his head away. She straightened up and turned around, giving him another glimpse of her gorgeous, captivating pussy. Rick looked up at her in awe, she had never looked so incredibly beautiful as she did in that moment. Slowly the dress came down and covered her sexy, curvy body, while all he could do was kneel there and wonder what was going to happen next.

“Now listen,” she said, holding his chin for effect. “I’m going to go upstairs now and make myself cum…. while you,” she said, leaning closer and looking directly into his eyes, “are going to mow the lawn and finish the dishes. Properly!”

Sophie let go of his chin and straightened up again.

“And when you’ve finished all that, then you can come upstairs… and if I’m not completely exhausted, I might let you eat my pussy.”

“Yes Mistress,” Rick heard himself say.

“Now open your mouth.”

Sophie reached out and pushed her rolled up panties into her husband’s mouth, then walked confidently past him towards the garage door, stopping only briefly to look back over her shoulder.

“And don’t even think about touching your cock, you have work to do!”

By the time she got back to the house Sophie was shaking with adrenaline and excitement. After so many failed attempts she had finally done it and now her pussy was soaking wet. She flew up the stairs, stripped off her summer dress and within minutes she was lying on the bed with her laptop open at a familiar sex site and her pussy stuffed full with her favourite dildo.

Sophie’s first orgasm came quickly as she watched two well-built guys fuck a lean blond girl with small tits. She watched through half closed eyes as one of the guys lay on his back with the girl riding him, his thick cock stretched her pussy while the other guy kneeled in front of her roughly fucking her mouth. Sophie was worked up watching this, but when the second guy moved around behind her and slowly forced his big, hard cock into her already stretched and sodden pussy next to the other guy’s, her breathing started to really quicken. She watched intently as the two guys found their rhythm and their cocks pounded the girl’s pussy hard, and when one of the guys started to cum and his creamy load dripped out of her ruined hole onto the other guy’s balls  it tipped her over the edge and she came so hard that she knocked the laptop off the bed and it tumbled to the floor.

When she recovered her breath, she smiled to herself and almost laughed out loud. Through the closed window she could hear the muffled sound of the lawn mower and got off the bed to sneak a peek. She looked down at her suddenly obedient husband, dutifully mowing the lawn. This was amazing. She surveyed the rest of the garden and realised it was going to take him at least another 30 minutes to finish the lawn AND the dishes, so she figured she might as well take her time.

Sophie picked up the laptop from the floor and opened the lid. There didn’t seem to be any major damage, part of the case had come away, but she pressed it together and it seemed to click back into place just fine. She lay back down on the bed and started searching the porn sites she knew. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for.

Sophie’s fingers found their way back between her legs as she watched the scene unfold on the laptop screen. A stern looking woman came into shot wearing a black leather basque with large silver buckles up the front, she matched these with the regulation black stockings, black leather boots and an oversized strap-on. As the shot widened she walked towards a man kneeling on the floor. He was naked apart from a thin pink collar around his neck, attached to which was a leash. The man was quite scrawny, with a pathetic, limp cock… not terribly attractive, she much preferred a ‘solid’ man like Rick, though he could definitely afford to lose a few pounds. Maybe if this played out the way she hoped she could orchestrate that somehow… it was certainly something to think about anyway.

The woman’s hair was tied back in a ponytail which added to her dominant look and as she stood in front of the scrawny guy she spoke to him in a language Sophie couldn’t understand (though she guessed it was probably Russian or something similar). The clip was badly subtitled, but Sophie quickly decided to ignore the words appearing at the bottom of the screen and concentrate on what she could see instead.

The woman grabbed the guy’s head and pulled him towards her, then fed the tip of her strap-on between his lips and forced it into his mouth. She bent forward and grabbed the leash and pulled it tight so that he couldn’t pull away and slowly started to fuck his face, forcing her cock deeper and deeper towards his throat as she picked up speed, all the while berating him for his inadequacies in her harsh Baltic tongue.

Sophie eased her favourite dildo back into her pussy and started grinding herself against it as she continued to tease her clit with her fingers. On the screen the woman pulled her ‘cock’ out of her slave’s mouth and shoved him down onto the floor then she moved behind him and crouched down, pressing the head of the strap-on down between his cheeks.

Watching intently, Sophie reached behind her and teased her asshole with her own finger. She and Rick had tried anal sex a few times in their sixteen years together, but she’d never really enjoyed it. In hindsight she realised she’d probably been too anxious about it and that trying it once every two or three years just meant that she was never giving herself a chance to get beyond the first-time nerves each time. Now though, after feeling her husband’s tongue teasing her asshole earlier, she felt like she really wanted something inside her ass. She reached over into the bedside drawer and pulled out a smaller dildo she’d had for a long time but rarely used. It was the first one she ever bought, a slim, black plastic shaft with a tapered gold head, which was perfect for her ass, except that it had no base so she had to be a little careful. She pulled the thicker dildo out of her pussy and sucked on it while she continued watching the screen, then she pushed her old dildo deep inside her hot, wet cunt to coat it with her hot slippery juices.

Sophie loved the taste of her pussy, she loved to suck Rick’s cock when it had been inside her and she moaned softly as she sucked the thick dildo clean. Then, once her slim dildo was nicely lubricated, she pulled it out of her warm, wet hole and slowly worked it into her asshole, inch by inch, until it was about two thirds of the way in. It felt good, and when she pushed the other, thicker dildo back inside her pussy it felt even better.

On the screen the Russian woman was fucking her slave’s ass hard, his head pressed down on the hard wooden floor as she pounded him. Sophie pictured Rick in his place, his ass spread and her cock filling him up. She worked the thinner dildo in her own ass, twisting it as she worked her clit, slowly easing closer and closer to her second orgasm.

The man collapsed onto the floor but the woman was undeterred, she knelt down astride him and forced her cock back into his ass, before laying down on top of him and fucking him harder than ever, crushing him into the floor as she barked abuse into his ear.

Sophie came a second time, her ass tightening around the smaller dildo and intensifying her climax dramatically. Unused to the sensation she grabbed it and pulled it out and then kind of wished she hadn’t… she’d know better next time. She dropped it to the floor, then lay back shattered as she listened to the sound of the clip running to its conclusion. The cries of the scrawny man cumming as his cock was pounded into the floor by the strap-on in his ass echoed around the room, and then silence took over as the clip faded to black.

Sophie lay quietly for a moment or two, allowing her breathing to return to normal and enjoying the peace and quiet. Slowly it dawned on her that she couldn’t hear the lawnmower anymore, she turned onto her side to glance at the screen and saw the runtime of the video was a lot longer than she’d originally thought. She listened carefully for the sounds of dishes being placed into cupboards but instead heard the bottom stair creak slightly and then heard Rick’s footsteps as he made his way to the bedroom door.

“I’ve finished… Mistress,” said Rick slightly nervously.

He looked down at his naked wife, her legs spread open, her pussy glistening and the bedding wet with her juices. Confronted with this, he licked his lips lustfully and had to stop himself from reaching down to touch his aching cock.

“You look…. incredible Mistress,” he said.

Sophie looked at him with fresh eyes, she loved her husband and despite his occasional moodiness he adored her, she just needed to hold her nerve and this could work out so well for both of them. Her fingers gently rubbed her pussy again and eased between her sodden lips.

“Thank you slave… that’s nice to hear,” she murmured. “Are you ready to lick my pussy now?”

“Yes Mistress…. I’m always ready to do that for you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Sophie smiled, arching her back slightly as she spoke. “Unfortunately, I don’t seem to remember giving you permission to take my panties out of your mouth?”

Rick’s mouth opened but no words came out.


“No Mistress, I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

“No, you didn’t… we have a lot of work to do don’t we?”

“Yes Mistress,” he said ruefully.

Rick was confused as to where all this was coming from, he desperately wanted to taste her, but he loved her new found attitude and wasn’t about to argue with her.

“Remember what I said slave,” said Sophie, spreading her lips a little wider. “From now on you don’t get to fuck me unless I say so, and if I want your tongue then you drop everything and give me what I want, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And you also keep your hands off your cock unless I give you permission to touch it, understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I think from now on we need you to understand that my pleasure is paramount don’t we slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And that the best way for you to get what you want is to make sure I am completely satisfied, in every possible way. And I’m not just talking about making me cum… if I ask you to mow the lawn it needs to be done as soon as possible, not six days later when it suits you, understand?”

Rick was conflicted, on the one hand he was hard and loving his wife’s new, dominant attitude, but could he really accept that her domination should extend as far as she was suggesting.

“Come closer slave.”

Rick walked round to the side of the bed that Sophie was closest to and Sophie rolled onto her side, her fingers back still busy between her thighs.

“When I ask you a question,” she said as she sucked on her pussy juice soaked fingers. “I expect an answer. So are you going to behave like I want you to, or is this going to be a battle? I love you dearly, and I want to give you the dominant wife you crave… but I want a husband who puts my happiness absolutely front and centre of his day, are you going to do that for me?”

Rick was transfixed by the sight of his wife licking her fingers clean and then pushing them back down between her legs again.

“If it pleases you Mistress,” he finally managed to answer.

Sophie shook her head, he wasn’t getting away with that. Things had to start on the right foot or not at all.

“Yes Mistress,” he offered eventually.

Sophie smiled at her husband and lifted her fingers up towards him.

“Better, you may lick them clean. Though I hope we won’t have this sort of dance over every demand I make, or this may become tiring for both of us.”

Rick leaned forward and took his wife’s slender fingers into his mouth. The taste was delicious and her juices were copious, he stared at the bedding around her pussy, he couldn’t remember ever having seen her so wet.

“Mmm, I bet that made your cock ache just a little more for me, didn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress,” he moaned.

“I think you need to show me just how hard it is… go on.”

Rick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hard, throbbing cock out, Sophie batted his hands away immediately.

“No touching remember!”

Sophie studied Rick’s thick, hard cock as she continued to touch herself openly.

“It so nice to be able to touch yourself whenever you want,” she smiled. “Would you like me to touch your cock?”

“Yes… please, Mistress.”

“Mmm, well… maybe just a little.”

Sophie reached up and closed her fingers loosely around Rick’s throbbing meat, then began very slowly stroking him.

“Does that feel good slave… or would you like it harder?”

“Harder Mistress, please…”

“I don’t think so. I think this is hard enough for now. Unless you’d rather I stopped?”

“No! No, please don’t stop…”

Sophie smiled and slowed the stroking even more.

“Do you know what your dirty wife just did?” she teased.

“No Mistress….”

“She just came with a big dildo in her pussy and a little dildo in her ass…”

Rick moaned softly as he pictured the scene she was describing.

“You’d love to have been able to see that wouldn’t you?”

“God yes,” he groaned, willing her to stroke his cock faster.

“Mmmm,” said Sophie and she stroked both Rick’s cock and her own clit. “I feel so horny today slave, I just don’t seem to be able to stop touching myself. Is that how you feel too?”

“Yes Mistress,” Rick’s voice came as little more than a hoarse whisper.

“What a pity that you can’t touch yourself then…”

Sophie gave Rick’s cock a trio of hard pumps and then resumed her original, infuriating level of grip.

“So slave… I wonder, if I had two slaves and you had a choice, would you rather be the one in my pussy or the one in my ass?”

Rick could barely speak, but he managed to groan out his choice.

“Your ass, Mistress.”

Sophie smirked slightly.

“Of course… you do know that if I actually had two slaves… I’d make you suck each other’s cocks to entertain me?”

Sophie felt Rick’s cock twitch and went in for the kill.

“Oh, so you like the thought of sucking another slave’s cock do you?”

Rick’s face reddened as he tried to deny it.

“No Mistress, I…”

Sophie laughed cruelly, “Your cock doesn’t lie slave. What if you had to compete, what if you had to suck each other’s cocks for me and the one who came first didn’t get to fuck me. I bet you’d learn to suck cock real good for me then wouldn’t you?”

Again Rick tried to protest but Sophie ignored him, her hand moving faster on his cock as she gripped tighter and tighter.

“Feels good?” she smiled.

“Yes Mistresss… I’m getting close, really close.”

Sophie stroked him hard and fast.

“Are you? That’s good, but you’re not going to cum are you? You need to hold it back until I say… whether that’s a few seconds, a few minutes, a few days or a few weeks… maybe even a few months… you don’t cum until I say, right?”

“Yes Mistress! Please, I’m so close, I can’t…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Please Mistress! Please stop, I can’t…”

Sophie let go and spread her legs wide, offering her husband a clear and unobstructed view of her fingers dancing around her gorgeous pussy,

Rick was agonizingly close, he didn’t want to look away but he knew watching her was going to push him over the edge. One more stroke would have been enough to reach the tipping point and he had to reluctantly close his eyes, it was the only way to maintain control.

“What’s the matter slave, I thought you liked watching me touch myself?”

“I do Mistress, I just…can’t.”

Sophie grinned like the cat that got the cream.

“Is it so hard, is it so bad that you really can’t stand to look at your wife’s beautiful pussy?” she teased. “You must want to cum soooo bad…”

Rick clenched his fists in frustration

“Is that what you really want, is that what you want more than anything?”

“Yes Mistress, please….”

“Well, I suppose maybe I could let you cum… on my feet.”

Rick really wanted to slam his cock inside her and fill her full of his cum, but it seemed that wasn’t his decision anymore, and besides he wouldn’t have lasted more than a second.

“Yes Mistress, please… I need to cum so badly,” he breathed.

Sophie watched him for a few seconds, her fingers well inside her hole now, she wanted the dildo inside her again – but she had a couple of other things to attend to first.

“Really? I don’t think you do, in fact I don’t think you have any idea what needing to cum badly feels like yet, but you will… you’re going to love it, and you’re going to love me for making it happen, aren’t you?”

Rick nodded.

“Aren’t you?” she insisted.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, now listen and I’ll tell you what I want you to do. First, I want you to put your poor aching cock away…”

Sophie paused and watched as Rick first looked at her in disbelief and then, accepting her order, struggled to force his rock hard meat back inside his jeans while Sophie giggled slightly at his discomfort.

“Good slave… Next you’re going to go downstairs and ring my sister. You’re going to tell her that next Saturday you’re going to pick her up at 11 and bring her back here so she can have a drink with dinner. Then, I want you to shave your face nice and smooth for me… and then, if I’ve got any energy left at all, I might… possibly think about letting you eat my beautiful pussy. I know you really want to do that don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress…” said Rick, wondering what the hell had gotten into his wife, and why he was giving in to her so easily. Sure he’d always wanted her to be more dominant, but he never expected anything like this. On the other hand, he figured that if he blew it now he would probably never get another chance. Every time he pushed her to be more dominant she would just throw it back in his face that she did and he messed it up. No, he was going to have to play this one out and see where it led.

“Right then, better get moving.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Rick headed for the door. Ringing Anna was a nightmare, it would take at least twenty minutes to give her that simple message, but maybe he’d get lucky and she’d be busy or something? Deep down he knew that was a forlorn hope.

“Oh, and you’d better ring Adrian as well, at least that shouldn’t take too long…”

Sophie watched him leave and flicked the laptop back to life. She needed to buy some things, and quickly, before she changed her mind. She opened her web browser and tapped a few keys and within a few minutes she’d completed her purchase. She couldn’t wait to see Rick’s face when she told him that the morning he went to fetch her sister his ass was going to be plugged, that it would remain plugged for the whole day, and that when he got back from taking her home he was going to be pegged for the first time.

She played with her pussy with one hand as she closed the window and then scrolled through the links saved in her favourites folder. She moved down the list, down to the ones right at the bottom, the ones that were carefully renamed to avoid accidental detection.  A familiar link caught her attention and she clicked on it. She fed her favourite dildo back into her waiting, greedy cunt and lay back to watch the short clip.

On the screen a dark haired woman stroked a guy’s cock, it was perhaps a touch larger than Rick’s, but there wasn’t much to choose between them. It had some odd scarring, possibly from where a piercing had been removed and he had an unusual sun wheel tattoo on his stomach. He was tied down firmly, unable to prevent his Mistress from doing whatever she pleased to him. Sophie loved that idea. He groaned as he neared orgasm and the woman stroked him harder, faster… then right as he reached the point of no return, she let go of his cock and started slapping his balls hard over and over, laughing cruelly as his cock leaked cum all over his stomach while he twisted and writhed, desperately trying to pull his poor battered balls away from his Mistress’s punishing hand.

Cursing the brevity of the clip, Sophie quickly fired up another clip featuring the same couple, again too short… but God it made her pussy throb.

She watched two more videos on the same account, her fingers a blur on her clit as she pounded the dildo into her soaking wet slit. Again the videos were over all too quickly and she loaded the fifth and final clip in the series. It was as the woman held a vibrator to her slave’s balls and ruined his orgasm while he was trapped in a chastity cage, that she finally realised Rick was in REAL trouble.

Her third orgasm hit her even harder than the previous two and she spasmed hard, finally coming to rest in a heap on the bed, her breathing deep and laboured. Her favourite dildo lay discarded by her side, the juices of her utterly sated pussy soaking into the bedclothes. Poor Rick, she was completely spent now, two orgasms in a night were unusual for her, three was unheard of. He might as well forget shaving, the best he could hope for would be stroking his cock and cumming on her pretty feet, and that was starting to look like a long shot, at best.

Downstairs Rick could hear his wife cumming loudly in one ear while her sister’s voice filled the other.

“What’s all that noise in the background?” complained Anna.

“Oh, I think… Sophie has the TV on upstairs.”

“Upstairs? Tell her to turn it down for Heaven’s sake!”

“Yeah,” said Rick as he gazed in the direction of the stairs. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

After Rick had finally gotten off the phone to Anna, called Adrian and made his excuses and then shaved, he returned to the bedroom to find Sophie fast asleep, her gorgeous pussy still clearly visible. He stood there for a while waiting to see if she would wake up and when it was clear that she wasn’t going to, he carefully closed her laptop and placed it on the bedside table and pulled a sheet over her to keep her warm.

For a moment Rick looked at Sophie’s laptop, curious to know what she had just watched that had made her cum and left her so exhausted. He thought about taking the laptop with him, but as he reached for it Sophie murmured something in her sleep and he thought better of it. He would find out sooner or later he figured, and snooping on her laptop was not a wise or respectful move.

His cock ached as he made his way quietly downstairs but he knew that if he jerked himself off and she wanted to play with his cock later she’d be able to tell. He really had got himself in a situation now… a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for’ in fact…

Morning Teasing…

Mistress had a day off work yesterday, she works on flexi-time so it’s quite easy for her to get enough hours to have a day off. This is in addition to the fact that she only works Monday to Thursday of course, which means that whenever she announces that she has a Thursday off, thus giving her a four day weekend, I feel utterly justified in scowling in compete disdain!

However, one upside is that usually Mistress is up before me and these last two mornings Mistress has redeemed herself by stroking my cock for a few minutes before the absolute deadline is reached and I really have to get up and go to work. It’s a lovely way to start the day, even though it does making getting up a lot harder – I’d much rather stay in bed and lick Mistress’s gorgeous pussy of course, but still….

To add insult to injury, as I got up this morning (I’m not sure if this was on purpose or not, I suspect not but the effect was the same) Mistress stretched rather theatrically and the sheet fell away to reveal one of her beautiful breasts rather in the manner of a ‘glamour’ shoot…

Hmm. Damn you work!

Last night Mistress and I went out for a meal. We went somewhere we’d never been before and I have to say the food was pretty fantastic. Mistress looked very hot in her newest sandals (I need to get a pic of these) showing off her very pretty feet and painted toes, and when we got home I made a point of kneeling down and taking her shoes off for her and then kissed her feet until she got up to start getting getting changed.

I stayed on my knees as she started undressing, optimistically hoping that she might just lean on her dressing table and present her gorgeous ass for my tongue. Sadly not… so in the end I gave up and went downstairs and we eventually watched some TV before I went to bed.

Mistress must have stayed up for another hour or so I guess, and when she came to bed I woke up and she curled up against me, pressing her sexy ass against my rock hard cock as I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that for quite a while I think, I really love that feeling of being so close to her like that, the feeling of her naked skin is so wonderful.. I wish we could sleep like that all night, but eventually we moved apart and went to sleep.

— — —- —– —- — —

The other day I was browsing Amazon looking for books, and in the reviews for this one book (which didn’t sound very good) I noticed in the comments that someone had suggested that instead of this book people should read this other book called ’22’s Diary’ by Maitresse P.

Intrigued, I found this on Amazon at the astonishing asking price of £57 or something ridiculous. However, there were a few copies available on marketplace for about £11, but there was not one single review to inform me as to whether it was worth the money.

Slightly frustrated I Googled the book and found very little, except there was a site called ‘Good Reads’ (I think) where I read four reviews, all positive to varying degrees and one which said something like ‘Shamefully, I came after reading two chapters’.

As I had an Amazon voucher I thought it worth the risk and it turned up yesterday from Wordery (whatever that is). The first thing to note is the exceptional lack of care taken in the presentation. The spine and back cover are plain white with just a barcode on the back. I presume this is some kind of printed to order book(?), but it’s a shame they didn’t bother to put a bit of blurb on the back and at the very least the title on the spine, is that really too much to expect?


The book purports to be translated from French, I don’t know if that’s actually true or if it’s some badly thought out ruse to make it sound more interesting and/or exotic… whatever, there are some dreadful errors in the text with some unnecessary words (especially ‘always’) deployed somewhat randomly in the sentences which render them slightly nonsensical. There is also a complete paragraph duplicated within a couple of pages, just carelessness really.

A pity because so far (I haven’t read much to be honest) the book seems quite good, there’s an emphasis on pegging and chastity, but it seems like more of a cuckolding diary than anything, but we shall see.

One small part of the book I read gave a frank description of how to go about performing oral sex on a woman, and while I have a considerable amount of experience in this area (and am hopefully considered of a reasonable standard) I’m always interested to hear new opinions or suggestions on ways to do it better.

Actually one part of this description gave me the slight inkling that the book might just have been written by a man, but then again I could be well wide of the mark there, perhaps I just have a naturally suspicious mind?

So, we’ll see, I guess. It’s a reasonably thick book, and it’s started straight in to the story with no messing about, so I’m assuming the book will become more ‘interesting’ as it progresses. I’ll try to remember to post a review when I’ve finished the book