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.

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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

An Enthusiastic (previously missed) Comment…

One of the stories I keep thinking about writing a sequel to is ‘Girls Talk’, it’s one of the highest scoring of my stories on Literotica and I think definitely one of the best things I have ever written. I just noticed that back in January someone left this enthusiastic comment for me…

cdCindy1 said: Please continue! Great story. It’s almost exactly what I want my wife to do with me. I’d love to watch her make out with her best friend Darlene while I lick Darlene’s husband’s cum out of her pussy. Then while my wife is licking Darlene’s tits, I’ll be cumming on their feet and then lick it all up.
Please continue with the next chapter. I can’t wait to hear about Sarah pegging Michael in front of Jenny. Please also tell us about Sarah getting fucked by another man. If not Nick, then maybe Michael’s boss (or her boss) who has a big cock. The boss would fuck Sarah, cum inside her, Michael would lick the cum out of her cunt, and then Michael would suck the boss’ cock and swallow his 2nd load. Jenny would watch the whole thing and maybe Nick would watch too. The humiliation that Michael would feel is the exact feeling I want to experience with my wife, her best friend, her boss, and anyone else who wants to watch a sissy faggot cocksucking bitch (ME).

Literotica Finally Posts My Stories…

It’s took a while but Literotica have finally posted my latest two stories, if you’d like to vote on them you can do so by clicking the links below

At the moment ‘Once a Month Part 3’ is doing great with a 5.0/5.0 rating, while ‘Looking for the One’ is floundering around 2.6/5.0… I find that bizarre to be honest, I think ‘Looking for the One’ is the much better story, but whatever!

Also, despite posting ‘Looking for the One’ (Claudia’s Cuckolding Journey) in the ‘Fetish’ category instead of ‘Loving Wives’, it didn’t take very long for the first troll to turn up.

Anonymous said: GARBAGE! I can only hope this Sissy boy wimp cuck fag author grows a pair and kills off this cum dump slut of a non wife next…..

Sigh………. some of the Literotica readers really do have a massive problem with Cuckolding stories don’t they? Or perhaps just massive problems in general…

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You may have noticed a singular lack of posts about teasing etc… well, between the heat, tiredness and so on, there hasn’t been anything to write about. And then Sunday night I managed to cut my balls twice while grooming… talk about shit out of luck!

Still, last night Mistress and I went to bed slightly earlier than we have been lately and Mistress set about teasing me nicely. I’m guessing she read my post about the ballbusting videos, because she was slapping my balls quite a lot. 🙂


It was almost a little strange being teased knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to lick Mistress’s pussy. Since full time chastity started teasing tends to dry up when Mistress is on her period, which I don’t necessarily mind because I much prefer to reciprocate and after all when Mistress touches my cock is entirely up to her (plus the option is always there for me to ask to be allowed to touch my cock if I want to).

Anyway, Mistress edged me quite close and for a moment I thought she was going to start slapping my nuts while I was close to the edge. This set up a dilemma in my head, because while I’d like nothing better than for her to edge me and then push me over the edge by repeatedly slapping my balls, I didn’t think Mistress was about to give me permission so soon after my last release…

In the end Mistress didn’t start slapping my balls… and instead let me cool down slightly before starting the lovely teasing up again, including teasing me verbally about how much I love it when she slaps my balls. At one point she started kissing me while she continued stroking my hard cock and I just really love kissing her when she’s been sucking my cock, it’s fucking HOT!

The teasing continued with more slaps and strokes until Mistress decided that I’d enjoyed myself enough, but she did allow me a couple more slaps when I begged for them. 🙂

I just wish I could have licked her to orgasm afterwards, it seems so long since last week…

Once a Month – Chapter Three (written July 2017)

November 7th

James really couldn’t take much more, it was becoming impossible now. He wanted to stick it out, but it was getting so that every time Janie touched him he felt like he would explode. Worse still, his self-control was wavering and he knew he had to tell her before it was too late.

“Janie…” he said apprehensively. “I really need to talk to you.”

Janie closed her book, placed it on the arm of the sofa and turned to face him.

“Okay… what would you like to talk about?”

She smiled at him sweetly, from his demeanour she was pretty sure this was going to have something to do with his extended period of chastity and how hard it was getting now that he was well into four months with no relief whatsoever.

“I… I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he began. “I mean… I know it was my idea, and I know I made you a promise, but it’s just getting so hard now. Every time you touch me I feel like I want to pull away, because I know I’m going to be on the edge so quickly and…”

Janie’s expression changed slightly.

“Okay James, but if you want to talk about this I want you on the floor… on your knees, please.”

James shifted uncomfortably and hesitated long enough for Janie to arch an eyebrow. It was enough to motivate him to move and he sank down onto the floor between her legs.

“The thing is,” he began again. “I don’t think I can trust myself anymore… it’s so difficult and I worry that sooner or later I’m going to give in to temptation and just do it myself. I don’t want to, I really don’t, but it’s getting so hard now…”

Janie looked down at her husband and spread her legs a little wider, his suffering was making her pussy wet and she reached down and slowly slid her skirt up to reveal her naked slit. Then she reached forward and pulled James’s head down between her legs and watched as he inhaled her delicious fragrance and shuddered. She knew he would be hard already, and she loved it.

“You’ve done so well for me James, I’m very proud of you, and I really appreciate you telling me this rather than waiting until it’s too late.”

Janie reached down between her legs and allowed her fingers to slide inbetween the folds of her wet pussy, then offered them to James’s mouth and watched as he licked and sucked each digit clean.

“When you came to me with this idea I thought you were crazy, that you’d never stick it out… but by your suffering you’ve shown me how much you worship me and for that I am truly grateful. This past ten months has been so good, I would never have believed it could be so amazing having you desperate and completely focused on me and my needs… and I’m afraid I don’t know if I’m willing to give that up, I know I don’t want to and I hope you don’t want me to either…”

James shook his head slowly, the scent of Janie’s delicious pussy surrounding him and making his cock throb and ache incessantly.

“But I agree, perhaps we need to find a way to make this a little easier for you… if you’re really suffering so much that you’re afraid you might take matters into your own hands.”

Janie reached down and pulled her husband’s head firmly between her thighs, opening them wider still as she felt his lips and tongue slide against her wet lips.

“Mmmmm… yes, lick my pussy, you love that don’t you…?”

James groaned as his tongue swirled around her lips and gently brushed against her clit.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment to come, waiting for you to come to me like this, to tell me that you can’t take it anymore… that you’re so desperate that you’ll do anything…”

Janie was rubbing her pussy against his face as he licked her now, willing him to bring her off faster and harder.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I don’t want this to end at New Year’s…”

James glanced up but continued to lick his wife’s pussy.

“Oh, don’t worry… I won’t try to trick you out of your next orgasm, I can’t wait to see you cum after five long, hard months of denial. But I don’t want to give this up after that, I want next year to be even better… for both of us. I know you love the feeling of being denied and desperate, I know you love it when I’m mean to you, when I deny you and cum on your tongue anyway… it was hard at first, to be cruel and selfish, but now… now I love it. I really love it, and you love it too don’t you?”

James groaned in agreement again, his cock aching with need and feeling impossibly hard.

Janie stopped talking then as she concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling between her legs, a year ago she would never have dreamed of acting this way, of having her husband kneel in front of her and pulling his face between her legs to eat her pussy. She had changed so much and she didn’t ever want to go back to being the ‘good’ wife she used to be.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Uuugh, yes… there, oh… that’s soooo good.”

The tip of James’ tongue worked rhythmically as he slid two fingers into his wife’s soaking hole, swirling inside her as she moved against him, her muscles tightening like a coiled spring as she neared her climax.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuh, yessssss!” moaned Janie, the precipice approaching as she contemplated what she was about to tell him.

“I want to…. I want to lock your cock… I want to own your cock… I need to own it and… truly… make it… mine.”

Janie was gasping for breath now and James focused his attention on her aching clit. It only took a few more seconds and then Janie’s body bucked hard, threatening to break the contact, but James held her tight and pushed her well over the edge into one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever seen her have.

Janie collapsed back onto the sofa, shattered and fighting for every breath. She couldn’t believe she’d finally said it and the effect saying it had had on her.

James relinquished his grip and moved back a little, gazing upon the beautiful sight of his sated wife and fighting the urge to squeeze his cock through his trousers. It had been a miracle he hadn’t cum when she had and he knew the slightest touch, even an indirect touch, might be more than he could take.

After a little while Janie recovered her breath and pulled herself back upright, curious to see the expression on her husband’s face after she had said what she had said.

James looked calm and… accepting? Janie leaned forward, her voice little more than a whisper.

“You want it too don’t you… your cock locked and completely under my control?”

James nodded slowly, his eyes cast down in submission. Janie leaned closer and kissed him on the lips, tasting her juices and holding him close.

“I love you so much James, I can’t imagine ever being without you.”

They continued to kiss for some time until finally Janie eased back and looked into her husband’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

James nodded, but it was clear to Janie he needed something, anything… to relieve his ache.

Janie took his hand and stood up, James followed her lead and she led him upstairs to the bedroom where she stripped his clothes off of him and told him to kneel on the bed. As James climbed onto the bed Janie removed her own clothes and threw them over a chair, she stood in front of him then, confident in her nakedness, knowing how much he adored her and that she had him completely under her spell.

“I’m not going to let you quit on me,” she started. “And I’m not going to let you cum, not when we’ve come so far.”

James cock twitched as he looked at her gorgeous breasts and dreamed of being able to empty his balls all over them, he couldn’t even remember when he’d last been able to do that.

“Nor am I going to allow you a normal ruined orgasm… but, there is another way.”

Janie bent down and reached under the bed, she pulled out a plain cardboard box inside which was another ‘retail’ box with a clear front which displayed the items inside.

“If you’re really that desperate, then I’m going to have to fuck it out of you…”

James let out a low groan as he cock twitched again. Janie excitedly opened the second box and pulled out the strap-on and harness, then, just as she’d practised several times over the last few weeks, she quickly stepped into the straps and secured the harness around her waist.

“But first,” she said as she climbed onto the bed herself and stood upright. “You’re going to show me just how badly you want it.”

Janie moved closer.

“Come on,” she breathed. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck you and take away the ache, just a little… just enough to make it bearable, is that what you want?”

James felt almost drunk as he watched his wife looming closer, her cock protruding from her groin and heading straight for his mouth. She took hold of his head with one hand and fed the tip of her ‘cock’ between his lips.

“Suck it for me James, suck my cock and show me just how bad you need it.”

James opened his mouth willingly as Janie pushed it deeper, her pussy dripping wet as she watched her ‘cock’ force its way inside her husband’s mouth. James closed his eyes as he felt the dildo moving deeper, but Janie wanted to see his submission.

“Open your eyes James, open your eyes and look at me… that’s it, that’s so much better.”

Janie started to gently pump her cock into James’ mouth, she had been fantasizing about this for months and she couldn’t quite believe it was finally playing out, just as she’d wanted.

“Next year, when you’re locked, I’m going to be fucking your ass a lot James, you’re going to learn to love it, to crave it, to need it… you’re going to be begging me to fuck your ass, in fact I want to hear you beg now… beg James, beg me to fuck your ass with my cock?”

Janie slipped the rubber cock out of her husband’s mouth, “Go on…” she prompted.

“Please fuck my ass Janie,” whispered James, his eyes half closed again, he was completely drunk on lust for her by this time.

Janie pushed the cock back into his mouth once more and fucked his face until she heard him gag slightly and then eased back a bit.

“What a naughty little slut you are,” she teased as she pulled the strap-on out of his mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she ordered.

James slid down onto all fours and he felt Janie get off the bed and then heard her open the bedside drawer. He looked to the side and saw Janie slipping a condom over and then slavering lube onto the full length of her rubber cock, it was a fairly standard size, about the same size as James’ cock in fact.

Janie saw him looking and stroked her hand up and down her shaft lewdly.

“I wanted to go bigger, but I thought we ought to start you off with something… realistic.”

She moved closer and splattered lube between his cheeks before pushing first one then two of her slender fingers inside.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” moaned James.

Janie added more lube and worked her fingers deeper, adding a third finger when she felt he could take it.

“I’m going to fuck you James, I’m going to fuck your ass and empty your balls… you want me to do that don’t you?”

“Yes, please… anything.”

Janie clambered onto the bed and moved behind her husband, his ass was well lubed now but she would still have to take it slow. She gently pressed the tip of her cock against her husband’s tight hole and applied a little pressure, at first it seemed reluctant to go in, but then his ring opened a little and she felt the first inch ease inside.

James groaned loudly now, at once wanting to push it out and pull it deeper inside his ass. Janie worked slowly, easing it in inch my inch, working it back and forth to spread the lube inside him and stretch him slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.

“Beg me for more cock James,” teased Janie. “Beg me…”

“Please give me more,” groaned James.

“More what James?”

“More of your… cock, please…”

Janie eased another inch into her husband’s ass, he was taking it better than she’d expected and she was nearly all the way in.

“You are doing so well,” she purred.

James’ ass felt so full he couldn’t believe it, and already the pressure was building. Every movement Janie made agitated his prostate and soon it felt like he needed to pee, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Janie slowly started moving in and out, fucking him a little deeper with each stroke.

“Make sure you catch it,” she warned. “But don’t even think about touching your cock.”

James moved his hand back between his legs, a few inches from the tip of his throbbing meat. He knew it wouldn’t be long, the pressure was building quickly as Janie got into her stride with the strap-on.

“Tomorrow we’re going to order you a chastity cage… I want you ready to wear it full time after New Year’s, so you need to get used to it before that… I don’t think it will make it ache any less, but at least you won’t have to worry about cheating on me with your own hand.”

James was close to delirious, Janie was fucking him harder and harder and ramming the rubber cock right to the hilt on every stroke, he could feel the urge getting stronger and stronger until eventually he felt his cock pulsing in desperation and his warm, creamy spunk began dripping onto his fingers. Janie kept going and the cum kept pouring out of him, until finally he collapsed forward onto the bed and Janie’s cock slipped clear of his well stretched hole.

James was breathing hard and Janie took the opportunity to slide the condom off her dildo and dispose of it. She gave him a few seconds to catch his breath and then ordered him down onto the bedroom floor. He still had his hand half closed to contain most of the cum that had leaked from his swollen balls and he was careful to try not to let it drip on the sheets as he moved into position.

Janie stood right in front of him now and reached down and took his wrist, she placed his hand on the dildo in front of him, clearly intimating that he should coat it with his warm, sticky load. James shuddered as he stroked his wife’s ‘cock’ for the first time, leaving the sticky mess all over the surface of the rubber stalk.

“Lick your hand clean,” she said as she looked down at him. “Lick it clean and then you can show me how much you appreciate my cock.”

James raised his hand to his mouth and extended his tongue, he started to lick the sticky residue from his palm and fingers, all the time gazing lustfully at the cum covered dildo still strapped to his beautiful wife…

More Posting to Literotica…

I decided today that I would post the (altered names version) of ‘Collete’s Cuckolding Journey’ to Literotica, albeit I changed the title to ‘Looking for the One’. I know I said I wasn’t going to, but I thought about it and if I do end up writing the full length version there will be changes and I won’t actually use that whole story as a ‘chapter’, so I thought it’s a pity not to post it there, so we’ll see. I’ve put it in the ‘Fetish’ category instead of ‘Loving Wives’ this time so it should avoid the worst of the bad scores and nut-job comments. It will probably take a few days to appear on Literotica anyway.

I haven’t quite finished fettling my other new story just yet, there’s still a few lines I’m not happy with, notably the very start which is a bit ‘awkward’ at present. Still it should be ready by the weekend I think, so look out for that.

It’s far too hot here at the moment, the UK is not a warm place generally and 30C seems awfully unpleasant. I realise that some of you will find that hilarious (I know our Australian relatives think it’s funny that we have air-con on in our cars when it hits 19C), but for us it’s positively tropical and does not make for a good time.

Last night Mistress came, but it seemed like more of a test of endurance than anything, and afterwards I was way too overheated for any teasing. I still enjoyed making her cum obviously, but when it’s so hot that you’re trying hard not to touch while at the same time trying to lick her to orgasm… well, it’s not great.

Unfortunately since we moved (and definitely since we had the loft insulated) our house seems to hold heat like a storage heater, and sometimes the only solution is to sleep downstairs with the windows open. I feat that may well be the case tonight. 🙁

The Importance of Proof Reading…

One of the nicer comments I’ve received from time to time on Literotica is praise from people who appreciate that I proof read my stories properly before I post them. Well, I say that… I do now certainly. Reading my very old story posts is quite an eye-opener if I’m honest, not only for the lesser quality of writing (but that’s okay really because it means I’m getting ‘better’ at least) but also for the typos* that I allowed to pass unnoticed.

I do agree that bad spelling/grammar can be massively distracting when you’re trying to concentrate on the more erotic elements of a story rather than the author’s complete inability to correctly place an apostrophe or apostrophe’s (that was utterly intentional by the way!) in a sentence.

For some reason, when I come to proof read my stories the same error crops up time and time again, and it’s now almost like a bit of a running joke. This won’t mean much to those of you outside the UK, but the times I’ve discovered that I’ve typed ‘suck me cock’ rather than ‘suck my cock’, it’s all a bit Northern… a bit Sid the Sexist in fact.

Ah well, best get back to it, it seems okay so far, bar a few little changes here and there. I wasn’t too sure if what I’d written was going to be any good to be honest, because by the time I’d finished writing last night I was falling asleep… but it seems okay, so expect to see it posted her soon.

*Full disclosure, I did originally put an apostrophe in typos, then took it out. 🙂

Some More Random Comments from Literotica

Anonymous commented on ‘A Broken Marriage Redefined’: I am afraid I would be saying yes and doing everything she told me to do and loving it. I hope they get back together full time and he assumes his proper place as her cuckold.

Anonymous commented on ‘Daniel Strokes for His Mistress’: I would love to have a woman like her, I hardly ever get to have a climax and I do love to eat my cum after a ruined orgasm, but to have a woman who would desire me to eat it from her feet. That is so special.

Suckerman commented on ‘Punishing Scott’s Balls’: Excellent, I was in ecstacy with this story! I had two boot laces tied round my ball sack between the balls and my body wound round seperating them from my body. The stretchy feeling is amazing . I just couldnt leave the story long enogh to attach the weights. I have managed to stretch my ball sack by about one inch so they hang lower now. The description of his fight between the pain and the intense feelings was masterly. You are are obviously a champion of and practiser of CBT. I bow to you sir. magnificent.

Anonymous commented on ‘Punishing Scott’s Balls’: I have told my wife I want to eat her as another man fucks her so many times and clean his cock. She knows but will not let me do it. She beats my balls so nice, I find myself wishing I was in the press and feeling the exploding pain at the moment my balls go flat and are totally ruined.

Anonymous commented on ‘Punishing Scott’s Balls’: I could do this to my son he is 15 and this would be good for him.


And it started so well….

Four Comments so Far…

After a poor start (3.17), my story has already climbed to 3.60, which is still a bit low, but my stories tend to start low and climb – I don’t know why that is, but it’s a pattern I’ve noticed.

Four comments, three good and one not so good…

Anonymous said: Loved this story and its what has kept my wife and I together a long time.She has other men from time to time and I have a magic tongue to clean her up.
Works for us.

Anonymous said: Honesty is the best policy! Great way to save a marriage, now just need to add a chastity cage!

Jimmcdonald609 said: Highly erotic idea and very well written.
I am not a fan of episodic stories; however I would be interested in reading where this will go.

Anonymous said: Funnier than Hell! He would have taken one look at her, turned around and left. This is a man that is just days away from being divorced. Rather than have any submissive ideas, he still would have been full of anger. The minute he was out the door he would have called her sister and told her about what his ex-wife was offering. Mikey boy would have known about 10 seconds later. Even for fiction this was just stupid. Too soon into the divorce. She’d be lucky if he didn’t bitch slap her on his way out. The author has clearly never been through a divorce. STILL laughing at how bad this was.

A Broken Marriage Redefined (written June 2017)

Divorce is never easy, and when you’ve bought a house together and your finances are entangled it’s even worse. But at least Gina and Paul never had any kids…

Paul looked at his phone, the caller ID read ‘Gina: EX Wife’, it wasn’t quite true yet but it was well on the way. Four months had passed since he’d moved out of the house they’d bought together and into a small flat around the corner from his work. Apparently Gina had moved on already and the last he heard she was banging a big guy called Mike or Mikey, or something… They remained civil but most of the negotiations were being handled by their solicitors, so Paul was a little surprised to get a direct call.

“Hi Gina, how are you?” Paul asked tentatively, wondering what had spurred her to contact him.

“Hi Paul, I’m good thanks… listen, I was wondering, could you come over to the house? Only… I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Like what?”

“Umm, well I think it would be easier to talk face to face…. could you come pretty soon?”

Paul looked at the clock, his work was finished in fifteen minutes.

“Well, I guess I could pop by in a bit…” he offered.

“Great. I’ll see you later then.”

Paul shut down the call and wondered what the hell she could want to see him for, they hadn’t seen each other since he’d moved out, and barring a few slightly awkward but generally personable phone calls they’d had almost no contact. He mulled it over in his head and then it came to him, maybe she wanted to know when he was moving the rest of his stuff out? Yeah, that must be it…. well until the divorce was settled he was stuck in his little flat, he just didn’t have the room, unless she wanted to pay for him to store it.

He got a little riled up then and snatched his phone up again, stabbing his fingers at the screen to get her back on the line so he could chew her out, but she didn’t answer.

“Dammit!” he muttered. Why did he agree to go and see her? He wasn’t her fucking husband anymore.

Well technically he was, but it was all but over and done. Paul was still a little confused about why it all fell apart so quickly, he had adored her and even as it was disintegrating around him Paul still hadn’t managed to shake his feelings for her off. Indeed, while Gina had moved on Paul hadn’t so much been on a single date, nor had he even tried. He made all the right noises when his friends told him he needed to get back on the horse, but somehow he still carried a flame for Gina and he felt it was pointless trying to find someone else until it was firmly extinguished.

He took his sweet time and arrived at the house about an hour and a half later. He walked up to his old front door and knocked. That felt odd, straight away.

“You took your time,” said Gina as she opened the door. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just had things to do,” he answered a little too abruptly.

It was only then that Paul noticed Gina was wearing nothing but a thin robe and was clearly naked underneath. He looked awkwardly at her, she was just as beautiful as he remembered and his cock stirred a little as memories of the times they’d shared came back to him.

“You look…. nice,” he said, then wished he’d kept his thoughts to himself.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I’m sorry to call you over here like this but… I wanted to ask a massive favour.”


Now it was Gina’s turn to look slightly on the back foot.

“Come in then…”

Paul stepped into his old house and looked around.

“So… it’s not about my stuff then?”


“My stuff. I presumed you wanted to know when I was moving the rest of my stuff out.”

“No, no it’s not that…”

“Oh… well, good.”

“No you can leave it as long as you like, it’s not a problem, there’s plenty of room here after all.”

Paul bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something sarcastic, but he stared hard at the back of her head as he followed her into their lounge.

“Right, okay… so what did you want to see me about?”

Gina looked a little sheepish.

“Well, this is going to sound awfully cheeky, but… you know about Mike I presume?”


“Yes, my sister’s got a mouth on her hasn’t she, that was never going to stay private for long… ah well, whatever. Water under the bridge.”

Gina turned and walked over to the sofa. Paul couldn’t help but notice her bare legs, so sexy, smooth and soft, he’d always loved her legs… in fact he’d always loved every inch of her body.

“So,” she said, sitting down on the leather sofa. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”

“Not yet,” said Paul. He decided to stay standing, and kept his distance a little as well.

“I guess it will happen sooner or later,” he added, trying not to give away his true feelings on the matter.

“Oh really, no one night stands or anything…?”

“Well, I haven’t really had time…”

Gina crossed her legs and her robe shifted to reveal the full length of her beautiful thigh.

“And do you… do you still think about me?”


“Do you still think about me, sometimes?”

“Well, I guess so… I mean, we were together a long while, so…”

“Do you think about me when you’re… you know?”

Paul didn’t think that was any of her God damned business frankly.

“Err, I….”

Gina uncrossed her legs and let them open a little, the robe was loosely tied and every movement exposed a little more of Gina’s alluring skin.

“It’s okay, if you do… I think about you sometimes.”

“Do you?” exclaimed Paul, he wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh-huh, sometimes…”

Gina licked her lips and allowed her robe to slip open just a little more.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Paul was finding it difficult to concentrate on their conversation now, as his cock was slowly starting to harden.

“You see, the thing is, I…. I don’t quite know how to say this, but….”

Paul tore his eyes away from her enticing body  and looked her straight in the eyes, was she about to ask him to give their marriage another shot? He doubted it, but the conversation seemed to be heading in that direction.

“I… I miss when… I miss when you used to use your… tongue on me.” Gina finally managed to spit it out.

Paul looked slightly puzzled. This he was not expecting. At all.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, I mean, I’m not asking for us to get back together or anything, I think we both know that would be a mistake, and obviously there’s the situation with Mike to consider”.

Paul couldn’t quite believe this, had she seriously asked him to come round to lick her pussy. He didn’t know whether to feel proud or supremely offended. He settled on proud… and slightly cocky.

“Oh, so Mikey’s not quite doing it for you…” he asked with a wry smile.

Gina allowed herself a second to gather her thoughts.

“Mike is great, he’s in amazing shape and his cock is…. well, it’s pretty big to be honest.”

The smile fell sharply from Paul’s face.

“A lot bigger than yours anyway…”

Paul took on a belligerent look, but he couldn’t stop himself from picturing Gina’s pussy impaled on Mike’s big, thick cock.

“And he does make me cum… most of the time. But, it’s not quite the same as when it was with you. He doesn’t love my pussy like you did, or maybe still do…”

Paul shifted awkwardly, he would happily crawl over broken glass to taste Gina’s gorgeous pussy again, but he had to at least try and maintain a little dignity.

“So you thought you’d call me and have me come all the way over here, just to lick your pussy?”

Paul looked at her incredulously, painfully aware of the bulge in his trousers that she couldn’t fail to have noticed as well.

“Well, when you put it like that Paul, I guess I did…”

Gina moved a little and exposed a little more of herself, Paul was helpless as he tried to resist looking down between her thighs at her beautiful, smoothly shaved slit.

“And what about Mike? Does he know about this?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way, for the moment.”

Paul glanced down to see that her robe had opened further still and now he could clearly see her pussy. Although he hated to admit it, he’d been thinking of nothing else but her delicious cunt for the last four months. Literally every time he jerked off his thoughts always returned to Gina’s slippery, wet hole and how much he used to love licking it and making her cum.

“You’ve missed it haven’t you,” said Gina, opening her legs to give him a better view. “You adored my pussy when we were together, perhaps you still dream about tasting it again?”


“It’s okay Paul, nobody needs to know… besides, Mike probably has other girls on the go for all I know. We’re fucking, that’s all… I don’t want a permanent relationship, I haven’t sorted out the last one yet…”

Gina slowly opened her thighs still further and allowed him to gaze at her pussy properly, it looked so pink, slippery and wet. Paul licked his lips, the last vestiges of dignity and restraint abandoning him in droves.

“Please Paul, you’re the only one who knows how I like it… you still love me enough to want me to be happy don’t you?”

Paul hesitated and then slowly moved forward, the sight of her pussy was absolutely intoxicating and even though he knew this was a terrible idea he couldn’t help himself. He slowly moved between her legs and knelt on the carpet. He could smell her musk now and the smell brought back so many good memories…

“That’s a good boy, you know you want it too…”

Paul leaned closer and ran his tongue up the side of her pussy lips. Gina shivered and arched her back trying to move her clit to his tongue, but Paul wasn’t playing ball and kept moving his tongue around, keeping her guessing. He’d make her cum alright, but she’d have to wait until he was ready.

Suddenly, Paul realised something was different… her pussy tasted strange, not quite as he remembered, it was almost as if…

“You can taste it can’t you?” teased Gina.

Paul looked up at her, and his cock throbbing insistently.

“Does it taste like you thought it would? I mean, I’m sure you must have thought about it over the last few months… what with your little cuckold fantasies and everything.”

Paul stopped licking her for a second.

“How did you know about that?” he asked, worriedly.

“How do you think? I didn’t know how to bring it up with you so in the end I tried to ignore it.”

Paul glowered at her.

“So what you searched my laptop?”

“Yeah, pretty much… but don’t worry I haven’t told anyone. Not even Mike.”

Paul was pissed but he couldn’t sustain his anger with Gina’s inviting and used pussy just inches away from his face.

“I presume you’d like to keep it that way?”

Paul nodded slowly and Gina pressed her pussy forwards, prompting him to return to his task.

“That’s it, you are sooo good with your tongue…”

So at last she knew at least something of his fantasies, but how much did she read and how far into his private space did she venture?

“If I could find a man with Mike’s cock and your tongue, I would die a very happy woman,” she said breathlessly.

Paul pressed his tongue further between her lips and felt them part easily, she seemed a lot looser than when he’d been the only one fucking her.

“Umm yeah, that feels so nice, Mike stretched me good huh?”

Paul groaned into her pussy and was rewarded by a stream of warm, creamy cum pooling onto his tongue. Gina moaned and arched her back again.

“Clean it, clean it all up for me,” she moaned.

Paul obediently allowed the creamy fluid to slide down his throat for the first time, his humiliation was complete and his cocked ached like he’d never known before.

“Get the rest of it,” Gina purred. “Eat it all out of me, I know you want to… you’ve dreamed about this haven’t you, slurping another man’s hot, sticky cum from your wife’s well fucked cunt.”

Gina leaned forward and pushed her fingers into his hair, fixing on his head and holding it firmly in place.

“Maybe if you’d told me this before we could have worked something out. I mean, you’re not a bad guy, quite sweet really… maybe if you’d have admitted your little fantasy and allowed me to fuck other men… real men, with big hard cocks who want to pin me to the bed and fuck me hard and deep… like you never have, maybe then we could have stayed together.”

Paul groaned into her groin, his skilful tongue working energetically.

“Would you have liked that Paul? Would you have liked to watch other men fucking me, pounding me… holding me down and taking my pussy and ass? Would you? Would you have licked me clean every time, no matter what? I think you would…”

Paul’s cock was painfully hard and constricted now and he worked tirelessly, desperate to feel her buck and cum, just like she used to when she was his.

“Yes Paul, my ‘tight little ass’ isn’t quite so tight anymore, not since Mike fucked it with his big cock… I mean, you never got anywhere with that did you… but Mike, well… the difference between you and Mike is that Mike didn’t ask or beg, he just took what he wanted… and I gave it to him.”

Paul pictured Gina’s tight little ass stretching around Mikey’s oversized cock.

“I wished you’d been here,” she teased. “When he did it, when he took my ass and made it his. I won’t lie, it hurt to start with, but after a while… Oh My God. He filled me so full of cum Paul, and you could have watched… and cleaned me afterwards.”

Paul was trying to concentrate but Gina was making it so hard for him.

“Well Paul… would you? Would you have cleaned my cum filled ass after he finished using me?”

“Yes,” groaned Paul. “Yes I would.”

“And what about the others Paul, what about all the other men I could have fucked when I was with you, would you have cleaned up their messes as well?”

“Yes… yes.”

“And what else would you have done Paul, would you have cleaned their cocks too? Cleaned their dirty, sweaty, pussy-juice covered cocks and balls too, like a Good – Little – Slut.”

“Yes Gina…” whispered Paul as he slipped two fingers inside her loose, slippery cunt and worked his fingertips against her G-spot.

“Mmm, yeah… that’s it,” moaned Gina. “That’s soooo fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop until I cum.”

Paul’s tongue went into overdrive around Gina’s aching clit and she writhed her hips, rubbing her cunt against him as he licked her.

“God yes, I want to see you do it Paul, I want to watch you debase yourself for me. Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Paul knew from experience exactly how to push her over the edge. He pushed a third finger inside her to get it wet and then pushed it down so that it pressed against her asshole. What he didn’t expect was how easily it slid inside her previously tight rosebud.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuck!” screamed Gina as she spasmed hard and came hard on Paul’s agile tongue. “Fuck, fuck…. Oh God, fuck!”

Gina came harder than she had in months, then gradually came down from her orgasmic high and eventually fell still – collapsed back on the sofa. Paul continued to gently lick around her delicious pussy and along her inner thighs, his cock was like iron, but he felt weird about touching it… almost as if he needed her permission or something.

“Oh fuck, your tongue is just as good as I remember it, thank you sweetheart, that was incredible.”

Paul was thrown a bit, she hadn’t called him sweetheart in an age.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe how wet this sofa is, I came so fucking hard…”

Paul smiled, rather proud that he had managed to impress her all over again.

“And now perhaps we need to take care of you, eh?”

Paul felt embarrassed now, but his cock was insanely hard and he was desperate to cum.

“Come on, get up and get those trousers off.”

Paul self-consciously rose to his feet and peeled down his trousers, his average cock standing out straight and bulging his boxer shorts. Gina’s hand fell between her thighs, idly toying with her pussy as she watched him.

“Come on,” she teased. “Let me see your little cock.”

Paul peeled his boxers down and presented his 6” cock, it looked so small to Gina now that she was used to Mike’s impressive meat.

“Kneel down and stroke for me,” said Gina. “Stroke it and cum for me.”

Paul grabbed his cock and started to pump it firmly. Gina looked down at him, smiling. She looked sexier than he could ever remember and he thought he would do just about anything she asked of him.

“My pussy is so wrecked Paul… Mike’s cock has ruined it, even if I let you put your little cock inside of me I don’t think either of us would feel a thing.”

Paul groaned as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“That’s it sweetheart, stroke that dick for me, are you going to cum for me and lick it up like a good little Cuck-boy?”

“Yes,” moaned Paul.

“I want you to cum all over my beautiful pussy, all over the pussy that you can’t stop thinking about… you need my pussy don’t you, you need to taste it, clean it and make it cum, nothing else will do, will it?”

“Oh yeah…” groaned Paul as he humped his hand.

He moved closer and jerked his cock as hard as he could, a few seconds passed and then a huge spurt of cum erupted from the head of his cock and spattered across Gina’s slippery, wet, well-used cunt. Another couple of spurts followed, but failed to reach their target.

“Come on,” said Gina. “Don’t waste all that lovely cum, lick it up for me, lick my beautiful pussy clean of all the mess you made. That’s it, I knew you would love this too… you’re going to be doing this a lot now Paul, you know that don’t you?”

Paul looked up at her, the taste of his own cum still dripping from his tongue and made a decision that would define the rest of his life.

“Yes Mistress,” said Paul for the first time.

Gina laughed and pulled his head deeper, “I like the sound of that, now make me cum again slut, I’ve missed this sooo much.”