Sunday, 28 June 2015

FEMDOM SESSION 28th Jun 2015

One of the reasons I didn’t really think I would go much past my record was that I knew we had a session planned for this weekend. So once we got to the old record it was pretty clear to me that Mistress would either let me cum at the start of this week or I would have to wait until this Sunday. There was no way she would let me cum on Friday knowing there was a session on Sunday, it would make no sense.
So I went into this session with just five days of chastity under my belt, quite a lot less than normal I should say. It’s also been pretty warm here in the UK this week and Mistress and I absolutely hate it (it’s going to be even worse this week, not looking forward to that), Mistress hasn’t been sleeping at all well this week and I’ve been going to bed really late (to make sure I’m tired) and sleeping on top of the covers.
Unusually we slept in until almost 11am today, and I was half expecting the session to be cancelled. But even though neither of us really felt like it, we decided to go ahead anyway because we’ve been through this before and whatever you might say, you never ‘make the sessions’ up later, you just get to the end of the year and realise that you missed three or four out. Besides, once you get started you quickly get into the swing anyway.
One thing that’s been a bug-bear for us ever since we bought our new mattress is that our black PVC sheet isn’t quite big enough anymore. You know these new mattresses are much deeper than the old ones and so it barely goes underneath. It’s been a nightmare to get on and by the end of the session it’s pulled out and moving all over the place. We had looked into getting a fitted PVC sheet, but they are so expensive, like £80 ($120) whereas the flat PVC sheet we’ve had for about ten years cost about £15 ($20). So after last month’s session I decided to see if I could solve the problem.
What I did was get an old cotton sheet and cut two full length strips about ten inches wide and then taped them to the (back) edges of the PVC sheet using ducting tape. So today, no problem at all, the cotton part goes right under the mattress and holds it solid as a rock and you can’t see it either so it doesn’t spoil the look. Result!

I had already admitted to Mistress that I had touched my cock quite a few times while I was super-horny and denied, so I was expecting to be punished. Mistress wasted no time at all giving me fifteen swats with the paddle to start the session, and then had me worshipping her feet while she played with her beloved glass dildo. After this Mistress had me get on the bed on all fours and gave me another eleven swats with the paddle.
Mistress used the session mostly to re-emphasize that I should be asking for permission to touch my cock. Standing over me and showing me her ass she said things like ‘If you ask, you might get a bonus’. She had me repeat several appropriate phrases while she sucked, slapped and stroked my cock, emphasizing over and over that she controls my cock, balls and ass, and she decides when, if and how I get to cum.
Mistress sat astride me and rode my cock for a while, during which I was happily thrusting my cock upwards inside her, I’m not sure I could have done that quite so enthusiastically if I had been carrying fifty-five days of cum in my balls… She looked so gorgeous today, I told her that I love every single bit of her body, and I do. There isn’t one part of her that isn’t sexy as hell, nor that I wouldn’t happily spend ages worshipping.
I love it when she stands over me, bending forward to suck my cock, giving me a perfect view of her open pussy and tight ass. It’s true what she says of course, touching my own cock without her there can never be as good, and I really want to focus on that thought now and obey her like I know I should. I will also make the effort to ask her permission, at least once a week, because again, that’s something that needs to be done regularly if we are both to become comfortable falling in to DS at a moment’s notice.
I think that’s something we struggle with a little, it’s not like (for example) Mistress Marie, where her slave is her slave all the time. Out of the bedroom we are just a normal couple so it’s weird enough just going and asking if I can worship her feet while she reads a magazine or something, let alone coming up to her completely out of the blue and asking if I can stroke my cock. I find that quite difficult, especially as it never seems a good time.
Anyway, so then Mistress decided to plug my ass and peg my nipples (I forgot to mention that I was wearing the Oxballs ballstretcher right from the start – very comfortable after the initial fitting, right up until she left me alone and my cock started to wilt) and left me alone for a little while.
When she came back she untied me and removed the pegs from my nipples and had e remove the ballstretcher. Then she had me on all fours again and gave my ass another eleven swats with the paddle, before telling me to kneel back and then having me worship her pussy until she came.
It took quite a while for Mistress to cum (a combination of tiredness and heat perhaps) but when she did she came nice and hard and when she pushed me away it revealed a torrent of pussy juice all over the PVC sheet. Mistress stood up and I could see more juice dripping off of her onto the sheet. She turned around and told me to lick her clean, which I eagerly did. There were drops of pussy juice down by her knees and her pussy and ass were drenched. Yummy!
Once she was satisfied she got off the bed and left me to clean the sheet. There was more than I have ever seen before, it was amazing. So much in fact that Mistress got tired of waiting for me to lick it all up and wiped the last bits up with a tissue. I wasn’t being slow either, there was just a lot of pussy juice! ðŸ™‚
Finally Mistress allowed me to worship her beautiful asshole while she stroked my cock. We both knew there was no way I was getting to cum today, and that was fine. I was really enjoying licking her ass and having my cock stroked though, and she allowed me to lick it three times before she called a halt to the session.

Friday, 26 June 2015

Adjusting to Empty...

I’m sure (if you’ve gone any length of time in chastity) that you will agree, that as ridiculous as it sounds, the first few days after release are a bit…. difficult. You tend to feel a bit lost, because that feeling of horniness is (if not gone, then) diminished to say the least. You kind of get used to feeling horny all the time and then when you’re don’t… it kind of sucks.
At times like these (and I’ve said it before I know) I can truly understand the appeal of permanent denial. The idea of every future release being ruined, leaving my frustration and horniness intact is so damned alluring… but I know this isn’t going to happen, at least not anytime soon. And for one thing, I’m not really sure I even want to give up cumming hard inside my Mistress (completely).
Against this backdrop of emotions it’s hard to get your head around the end of a period of chastity, and it’s weird to think that I just went fifty days without cumming. Fifty days! Despite everything, it doesn’t really sound that impressive to me really… it doesn’t sound like that big a deal, but to a ‘normal’ person I know it would sound completely insane.
I guess it may be because, in reality I only went a couple more days than my previous record, so it wasn’t like I was being pushed much harder or further. But it was still 50 days, seven weeks and a day!
Unlike some, I don’t really consider it an achievement, I don’t feel proud of myself or anything. It’s just how it is now. And while I hate the ‘drop’ you feel after being allowed to cum, as I’ve always said, I want Mistress to decide. I want to cum when she wants me to cum, and not before. I don’t really want her to consider ‘records’, unless it pleases her to do so (of course). I certainly don’t want her to feel constrained or dictated to by them.
This is why getting the balance right in a chastity relationship is such a tricky business. For a start the whole thing makes little sense to a woman… and even when you get over that hurdle you have such conflicting information and feelings. Just look at what I’ve written just now, essentially ‘I want her to decide’, ‘I like the idea of permanent denial’, and ‘I don’t want to give up being able to cum hard inside her completely’.
Is it any wonder that being a keyholder isn’t easy?
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I don’t get near fifty days again for a goodly length of time. And I am honestly okay with that. I’m far more interested in making my Mistress cum to be honest, and if the ten to one ratio was to be achieved I’d much prefer it to be because she had a lot more orgasms than because I had a lot less.
Mistress had a lovely orgasm earlier, and then she allowed me to touch her ass as she teased me. Feeling my finger tips press against her warm asshole makes me ache to push it with my tongue, and even though it’s only three days since I came, I was feeling pretty eager.
But at the same time of course, that’s the last thing I want to do… really.

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

50 Days of Cum - Released and Consumed!

Mistress had a lovely orgasm on my tongue about two hours ago, and even then I still didn’t really know for sure whether this was to be my last day of chastity… or rather the last day of this period of chastity, because of course tomorrow is simply ‘day-one’ of the next however-long Mistress decides to make me wait.
I was kind of expecting her to let me cum to be honest, but there was still some doubt. I was happy for either eventuality, cum or not cum… or for her to ruin it (it’s a long time since that happened). But once she stood over me and let me run my hands up her legs, then let me part her cheeks I was pretty sure I was going to be cumming. To be honest that awesome sight and her hand stroking my cock pretty hard was getting me close as it was, and after I begged and she lowered her ass down on to my face… it was only a few seconds before I had to warn her that I was getting close.
Mistress told me to cum and continued jerking me hard, I tried to keep my tongue in her delicious ass for as long as I could, but once I started to cum it was hard to focus and after a few seconds Mistress pulled her ass away from me anyway. It was very intense and there was quite a lot of cum (as you might expect). Mistress first had me lick her fingers clean and then scooped more cum up from my skin and wiped it on her beautiful feet for me to lick clean. That was a nice touch…
I think I was probably ready to cum to be honest. Being denied for a long time is cool, and it’s fun to feel so desperate and horny, but I do miss getting to lick my cum off my Mistress’s gorgeous body. Hopefully now that I’ve had a long period of denial, maybe I will get to cum a few times a bit closer together and hopefully Mistress will have me cum on her breasts, ass or feet, or inside her wonderful pussy… I really have missed that submissive feeling of licking her clean.
Or, perhaps if Mistress can be persuaded to embrace the ruined orgasm again, maybe I can remain denied and horny and get to lick her clean too. Let’s hope so.
You know, I just checked and it’s almost exactly two years since I got to properly cum on Mistress’s beautiful feet. Two years and 33 orgasms ago… !
If you’ve never experienced a long period of chastity, it’s probably safe to assume that you might think that an orgasm after a really long wait is going to be mind-blowing. Well, it is… but there’s also an element of anticlimax. And I’ve read this from other chastity practitioners as well. No doubt you’ve often read about the dip in mood after being allowed to cum, and the truth is, as good as that orgasm is, it’s over so quickly compared to being left hanging. As wonderful as it felt to pump all that cum out with my tongue pressed into Mistress’s ass (and make no mistake, it was fucking great), I honestly can’t wait to be teased and denied again. I can’t wait to be rock hard, and gasping for release, holding my Mistress and feeling my aching cock pressing against her, begging for just a few more strokes… and that’s just how it is.

Friday, 19 June 2015

Still Going...

So today is day… 46 of this denial period, only three more days to break the record. I must admit, as much as I want to cum… I kind of don’t want to. I would be quite happy if Mistress gave me a ruined orgasm and made me wait a few more weeks. How crazy is that?
I’m sure those of you who have experienced this level of denial will agree and understand perfectly… the dilemma of wanting to cum, but not wanting to give up that ache. It’s HARD!
Yesterday I was allowed to worship Mistress’s gorgeous pussy and make her cum, and afterwards Mistress teased me good. After she sucked and stroked me for a while she straddled me and rode my cock. She was wearing a grey vest top and her bra, and she looked really hot. At one point Mistress pulled her vest top up and her bra down just enough that I could see her nipples for a short time. And the way she looked down at me… fucking hell, I can’t even explain how hot that was. Somewhere between ‘amused’ and ‘you’re not fit to lick my boots’… makes me hard just thinking about it!
After not a massive amount of time with Mistress riding my cock, I told her that I was getting close. I genuinely thought that she would keep riding me and tell me to cum inside her… but no. She got off straight away and then told me that if I could promise not to cum, she would let me worship her ass.
After a few seconds to steady the ship, I told her I would be okay, and then Mistress straddled me and sank down onto my face. As I licked her asshole she stroked my cock fairly hard, but I was good. She lifted herself up and then asked me if I wanted some more, which I obviously did! So Mistress sank down once more and allowed me a few more precious seconds of tonguing her delicious ass.
🙂

Thursday, 18 June 2015

Frustration (written June 2015)



Nick dropped his keys onto the table beside the front door, it had been a long day and he was really looking forward to a relaxing bath and his evening meal. He removed his coat and turned to hang it on the hook on the other side of the door, his wife’s coat was already there since she always got home before he did.

He turned to move towards the kitchen, only to find Samantha blocking his path. Before he could say a word she walked straight past him and called over her shoulder, ‘Slave, come with me.’

Nick turned instantly to follow his wife and Mistress, feeling his cock stirring as he admired the sight of her sexy body gliding down the hallway in front of him. Nick was still in his suit and tie, but Samantha had changed since she had arrived home. Now she wore a very tight mini dress that clung to her like cling film, accentuated every beautiful curve, and left it perfectly clear that she wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath it.

The dress was dark blue and contrasted perfectly with her long blonde hair. The only other thing Samantha was wearing besides her necklace was a pair of very slutty, very high heeled patent leather sandals and it was this above everything that really held Nick’s attention, at least for the moment.

By his own admission Nick had a major foot fetish, and though she had found it a little weird at first, once Samantha had gotten used to the idea, she grew to enjoy having him down on his knees, kissing her feet and sucking her pretty toes. Once Nick had come clean about that particular fetish things progressed quite rapidly and their relationship soon developed into one where Samantha was in control of Nick’s cock, to the point that for the last two and a half years he had been locked inside one kind of chastity device or another.

They’d started with the CB-3000, but its shortcomings soon became apparent and one day it split right down the seam (as many do), very nearly causing Nick a lot of damage. Despite an attempted repair, it became clear that if they wanted to carry on down this road then the only way to go was to invest in a metal device.

Samantha sat down at one end of their sofa, as she crossed her toned legs her mini-dress rode higher up her thighs until Nick was almost certain he could just catch a tiny glimpse of her perfectly smooth pussy. Nick adored his wife’s pussy and spent an awful lot of his time with his face pressed between her gorgeous thighs, much to her delight.

Nick stood in front of her, slightly awkwardly, awaiting instructions.

“Strip,” was all Samantha needed to say, and she eased back to watch as her husband slowly removed his clothes and folded them neatly into a pile. When she had first ordered him to strip, he had discarded his clothes carelessly, but a session with a paddle had soon corrected that particular failing.

Once Nick was naked, save for the metal chastity device surrounding his cock, Samantha ordered him onto his knees.

“You love these shoes, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress, they look amazing on your beautiful feet.”

“Kiss them slave, show me how much you love them.”

Nick leaned forward and gently started to worship both his Mistress’s feet and her exquisite shoes. 

Within seconds he could feel himself straining against the steel tube wrapped around his cock, but Nick refused to let himself be distracted from the task at hand. Another lesson well learned from a previous paddling.

“How many days has it been since I allowed you to cum slave?” asked Samantha, looking down at Nick the way any woman in her position might.

“Eighty-six days, Mistress.”

“Eighty-six is it…” mused Samantha. “Those poor balls must be aching now, even though I did milk you about a month ago.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“Yes it was very kind of me to do that for you wasn’t it? Even though it was frustrating for you at the time. You really thought I was going to let you cum didn’t you, right up to the moment when I let go. You should have seen your face, it was priceless.”

Nick didn’t answer, but continued to pepper Samantha’s pretty feet and shoes with heartfelt kisses.

“Can you still remember the taste of all that ruined cum slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I can.”

“You were so desperate to taste it weren’t you slave, so eager… like a proper little cum slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I know you crave it slave, when you’ve been denied… your training has made sure of that. Since I started making you eat it every time you came, your mind has started to associate the taste with pleasure… so that now you crave the taste in the hope that pleasure will accompany it.”

Samantha used her foot to push Nick away for a second, before switching her legs over, briefly offering a clearer glimpse of her naked, shaved pussy.

“Of course, sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn’t… but either way I love watching you lick your cum up and swallow it for me, like the good little cumwhore I’ve trained you to be.”

Nick felt the first flushes of embarrassment colouring his cheeks.

“A few more years of training and who knows what you might be prepared to do to satisfy your appetite. Have you thought about that slave? Have you considered how far you might be prepared to go, how far you might be willing to degrade yourself for me?”

Nick’s cock throbbed in its metal prison, he loved it when she talked like this.

“Have you ever thought about swallowing a mouthful of cum, while your poor denied cock remains securely locked away… throbbing desperately and aching for release. Hmm…?”

Nick grunted as he pictured what his wife was portraying. It wasn’t the first time she had described such a scenario, but he still felt embarrassed and humiliated all the same.

 “But where would we find such an eager cock, ready to be sucked… perhaps another slave, another poor chastity slave, denied for weeks on end? After all, imagine if I gave you the choice to stay locked for another eighty days or to pump your load down another slave’s throat, which would you choose?”

“I’m not sure Mistress…”

Samantha smiled, amused by his response.

“Mmm… maybe I should be looking for another Mistress to correspond with, perhaps we’ll be able to help each other out in the future. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“If it pleases you Mistress.”

Samantha watched Nick for a while, both of them acutely aware that his cock was as hard as it could get while still trapped in the metal tube.

“You love it when I’m cruel to you don’t you? You love the thought of being made to do things you’d never dream of doing on your own… humiliating things. Like when I make you wear a butt plug all day, or when I bend you over and fuck your tight little asshole, just for the fun of it.”

“Yes Mistress,” breathed Nick, his cock painfully squashed inside the tube.

“Well I hope your cock isn’t getting too hard thinking about what I might have you do in the future slave… because after all, you should be concentrating firmly on my beautiful feet. Shouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

Samantha ran her beautifully manicured fingers slowly down her silky smooth leg, her pussy was getting quite wet now and she was looking forward to feeling Nick’s skilled tongue, but for now she was happy to let the tension build between her thighs.

“Take them off now,” said Samantha. “I want you to worship my feet properly.

Nick carefully removed Samantha’s expensive sandals and then began kissing and sucking his Mistress’s beautiful feet with renewed vigour.

“That’s better,” she said, laying back a little more as she enjoyed the feeling of having each of her pretty toes individually licked and sucked.

Samantha reached up and began playing with the key that hung around her neck. Eighty six days was perhaps long enough, maybe she should let him out and allow him to sate his appetite for cum.

“You’re doing a wonderful job there slave, I think I might have to unlock your cock as a reward… would you like that?”

“Oh yes please Mistress,” Nick begged through a mouthful of toes.

Samantha chuckled to herself, imagining the warmth of his hot cum spattering across her pretty feet, quickly followed by his lips and tongue as he cleaned them and swallowed every tiny morsel of spunk at her command. She was going to enjoy this…

“Do you think you deserve to be unlocked and allowed to stroke your cock for me?”

Nick lifted his head slightly and took a breath before responding.

“It’s not for me to say Mistress.”

Samantha smiled at his answer and then continued to watch him lavish attention on her pretty feet. Her pussy was very wet now and she was half tempted to just pull his head between her thighs and tell him to lick her to orgasm. But no, she had a plan and she was going to stick to it.

She used her foot to push Nick away and then leant forward, giving her husband a perfect view of her cleavage and perhaps more importantly the key dangling around her neck.

“See anything you like?” she smirked.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, now stand up.”

Nick rose to his feet immediately, presenting his caged cock for her inspection. She reached out and traced her fingertips over his swollen balls.

“There’s got to be a lot of cum in these poor balls, hasn’t there…. especially the way I’ve been teasing you lately.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I know you crave the taste when you’re horny, but I know you’re probably a little scared of just how much cum you might have to slurp up and swallow, you know… when you’ve been allowed to cum ‘properly’ and suddenly you don’t feel so horny anymore. That’s when you start to have second thoughts isn’t it, and the more you hesitate the colder it gets… is that why it tastes so much better from inside my pussy, because it stays nice and warm?”

“Partly Mistress… and because it tastes better when it’s mixed with your delicious pussy juice.”
Samantha reached between Nick’s legs and slid a finger up between his cheeks, her fingertip pressing gently against his asshole. She moved her head forward and took the smooth metal tube in her mouth, sucking his chastity device as she looked up at him. The frustration on Nick’s face was obvious and brought a fresh rush of juice to her already soaked pussy.

“Do you remember when I used to kneel on the floor in front of you and suck your cock like a good little wife? How I used to let you fuck my mouth and shoot down my throat… or pull out and cum on my face and tits? That seems soooo long ago doesn’t it?”

Nick could only grunt in agreement, the mental image of his beautiful wife sucking his cock and gently squeezing his balls as he unloaded in her mouth still burned in his memory but felt almost like a dream, like it never really happened…

“Would you like to do that again?”

Nick looked down at her, trembling slightly at the thought of being once again allowed to use her mouth for his own pleasure.

Samantha licked the tip of the steel chastity tube while looking him right in the eyes.

“Can you imagine what I might make you do to earn that reward slave?”

Nick gulped and shook his head softly, his throat suddenly dry.

“No, neither can I…. but I’m working on it.”

Samantha pulled her head back and lifted herself up slightly, she took hold of the key with her right hand and the small padlock that secured Nick’s chastity device with her left and brought the two together. There was a small click as the hasp of the padlock sprang up, and then Samantha removed the key and allowed it to fall back between her breasts.

“So close to being free now slave, all it takes is to twist the padlock and pull it free and your tube will slide off… or I could just click it shut again.”

Samantha held the small padlock between her finger and thumb illustrating just how simple it would be to look him up again.

“But you don’t want me to do that do you slave?”

“No Mistress, please don’t…” Nick’s voice was ragged and desperate.

Samantha let go of the padlock and resumed her previous reclined pose, her legs crossed once more.

“Take it off.”

Nick reached down and slipped the padlock from the retaining ring on top of his chastity cage, Samantha rarely removed the padlock herself, but she always, always snapped it shut when it was time to put it back on.

The chastity tube started to separate from the retaining ring as Nick’s cock started to push it away. He gently pulled it forward and eased it off, leaving his cock free to harden fully. They both knew it would be almost impossible to remove the retaining ring as well, especially as it effectively acted like a cock ring, making Nick’s engorged stalk even harder than normal.

“That’s how I like to see my property, rock hard and aching for release…” purred Samantha. “Now get on your knees, where you belong.”

Nick quickly sank to his knees, his eyes naturally falling on her beautiful, outstretched foot.

“Now, stroke it for me…. gently.”

Nick curled his fingers around his pulsing cock for what seemed the first time in ages and slowly began to stroke.

“Slowly, don’t rush it… just think about how good it’s going to feel when I finally let you pump all that cum out…”

Nick breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on Samantha’s delicious toes, he would do just about anything to spurt his load over that gorgeous foot right now.

“…your balls will tighten and you’ll get that indescribable feeling of being close, so close to cumming, like so many times before, only this time I won’t make you stop…”

Nick’s hand started to quicken on his shaft, the pleasure rising as he gripped just a little tighter. Samantha noticed, but didn’t challenge him on it.

“…you’ll keep pumping harder and harder until you cross that threshold, that point of no return, where nothing you can do will stop it, and all I could hope to do is ruin it for you…”

Nick grunted loudly.

“...but I’m not going to ruin you today, I promise you that much. You will not have a ruined orgasm today, unless you bring it on yourself…”

Nick’s eyes were closed now, his hand pumping hard.

“That’s right, stroke it good and hard for me, I want you to get yourself close now.”

Nick’s hand pumped harder and tighter as he felt the pleasure growing, the edge getting closer and closer. He knew full well she wouldn’t let him cum without some serious edging first, but he also knew that it would make it that much sweeter when she finally allowed him to cum.

“Tell me when you’re close slave.”

Nick continued stroking his cock until he felt the edge suddenly approaching, faster than he anticipated.
“I’m close Mistress,” he blurted.

“Let go!” ordered Samantha.

Nick’s hand released his cock immediately and he took a few seconds to catch his breath before opening his eyes. Samantha lifted her foot and pressed the underside against his lips, then watched as Nick obediently kissed the sole of her foot, his cock throbbing and bobbing as he did so.

“You really do love my pretty feet don’t you slave, I think you would do just about anything for them wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” slurred Nick from behind her foot.

“Hmm, do you remember how I used to stand on your cock slave, I haven’t done that in a long time have I? Would you like me to stand on your cock again, so you can feel my sole crushing your cock against the seat of a chair or a table-top?”

Before he could answer Samantha pulled her foot away and ordered him to resume stroking.

“Well I think we both know the answer to that one don’t we…”

“Yes Mistress.”

Nick’s fingers curled around his aching cock once more and he began to stroke. He allowed his eyes to wander up his wife’s silky-smooth legs and imagined her spreading her legs to expose her shaven pussy to him. In his vision Samantha would reach down between her legs and touch herself unselfconsciously, proudly even, knowing how much her body turned him on and how desperately he wanted to taste her or penetrate her with his cock.

“I’m getting close Mistress,” he breathed hoarsely.

Samantha waited a few seconds before ordering him once again to stop stroking and let go. After a few seconds Samantha ordered him to edge again. She repeated this several times, each time making him hold the edge longer before allowing him to stop. Finally she decided he needed a break.

“Stand up.”

Nick climbed to his feet, thankful for the break from constantly edging his poor cock. Samantha leaned forward, then reached out a hand and grabbed Nick’s balls. She pulled him closer by his tight sack and then flicked out her tongue to taste the clear precum that was oozing from his cockhead.

“Mmmmm, nothing tastes sweeter than a denied cock.”

Samantha’s fingers squeezed harder around Nick’s balls as she teased the slit of his cock, searching for more of the clear, sweet fluid.

“Get back on your knees,” she ordered as she released his balls from her grip.

Nick sank back onto the carpet, his cock still rock hard and aching for attention.

“What were you thinking about when you edged slave, was it my perfect feet… or was it something else?”

“Something else Mistress.”

“And what might that have been slave?”

“Your gorgeous pussy Mistress.”

“I see…. do you want to be allowed to see my beautiful pussy as you stroke for me?”

“Yes Mistress, please…” Nick almost croaked.

Samantha slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, just enough so that Nick could catch a glimpse of her wet lips between her thighs.

“Better start stroking again slave.”

Nick was soon at the edge again and warned his Mistress accordingly.

“Beg me to let you stop.”

“Please Mistress, please let me stop stroking my cock….”

Samantha waited even longer this time and then nodded her head sharply. Relieved, Nick released his cock, his breathing rapid and shallow, his cock angry and throbbing.

Samantha looked down at her husband, her nipples were like bullets under her dress and her pussy was soaked, again the feeling came over her to grab his head and shove it between her thighs, she needed to feel his expert tongue on her clit so badly, but not just yet… she had to keep going as planned.

“Too much for you slave,” Samantha said, crossing her legs once again, her thigh muscles tightening and brushing against her sensitive pussy.

Nick looked disappointed.

“Edge for me slave, I want you really close this time.”

Nick’s hand closed around his cock again, he knew it wasn’t going to take many strokes before he was edging again so he took it a little slower. Samantha watched his every move then started to pile on the verbal pressure.

“Yes, I definitely need to start being crueller to you… there’s so many ways I could make you suffer for me, so many dilemmas I could force you into. For instance, I could keep you chaste for a very long time, and then offer you the chance to cum, but only if you used Deep Heat as lube… can you imagine what that would feel like slave? The intense, burning heat on your cock and balls as you jerked your cock for me… and the agony once you’d cum and reality kicked back in. Even if I allowed you to wipe it off, it wouldn’t help much, you’d just have to wait for it to wear off… and of course, I’d still expect you to clean up your mess for me, just like always…”

“I’m, I’m close Mistress!” stammered Nick.

“Ride it out, but don’t you dare cum…” spat Samantha, opening her legs wide so that her dress rode up around her waist, her clean shaven pussy fully exposed for the first time.

“Show me you can take it, just keep it right there, I want you one stroke away from cumming.”

Samantha allowed her right hand to fall between her thighs and her middle finger pressed easily between her wet lips. Samantha’s mouth opened and a breath of pleasure escaped her throat. She gently teased her pussy for a few seconds longer and then lifted her finger to her own mouth, sucking the juice from her finger tip.

“I bet you’d give anything to be able to do that, wouldn’t you… anytime you wanted?”

Nick nodded his head, completely unable to speak, his jaw quivering violently with the effort of holding back his orgasm.

“Do you want to be allowed to stop?”

“Please… Mistress,” he just about managed to drag the words from the back of his throat.

Samantha leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, their eyes locked as she reached out and her fingertips closed around his left nipple. She squeezed it hard and released, then squeezed it harder.

“I love seeing you like this, so desperate, so obedient, so fucking malleable… I am going to treat you so badly, and you are going to love me for it aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I’m going to become the Mistress of your dreams, and possibly your nightmares too. Is that what you want slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Nick’s words were barely audible now, such was the effort of holding back his orgasm.

“Then let go… let go of your cock.”

Nick released his cock, which remained stone hard and jerked involuntarily, desperately trying to force the cum to rise from his balls without the necessary stimulation.

“Thank you Mistress,” gasped Nick as he fought for breath.

“I told you I wasn’t going to ruin your orgasm today slave, and I meant it. But as much as I want to see you stroke your cock for me, as much as I want to feel your hot creamy load spattering across my beautiful feet, and as much as I want to watch you clean it all up and swallow it down for me… more than all that, I want to lock your cock back up and keep you just like this. I want to keep you frustrated and horny, desperate for whatever pleasure I allow you.”

Samantha parted her legs again and grabbed the back of Nick’s head, forcing it down between her legs as she pushed her pussy forwards to the edge of the seat.

“Eat me slave, make me cum… make me cum hard.”

Nick collapsed onto all fours and buried his tongue inside his Mistress, the delicious taste overwhelming him and almost pushing him over the edge. As much as he wanted to cum, as much as he craved the taste of his own release, nothing gave him greater pleasure than feeling his Mistress cumming hard under his tongue.

Samantha ground her pussy against his face as he licked her clit, Nick couldn’t remember her being hornier in all the time they’d been together. Then she bucked hard against him, her hands tight around his head, fucking his face as she came harder than she could ever remember.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…. OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

It seemed to go on forever, but finally Samantha’s muscles started to relax and Nick gulped down lungfuls of air, his face red and smeared with his Mistress’s juices. He looked down at his cock, which was still rock hard, the head an angry purple colour, he needed to cum so badly at that point that for just a moment he thought about climbing on top of his wife, holding her down and forcing his cock inside her wet, sloppy cunt. Just like he used to back in the old days, before all this madness started.

But then the moment passed, Samantha closed her legs and brushed her dress back down to cover herself up and then rolled over on the sofa so that she was lying on her side facing him.

“That was fantastic…” she breathed, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Nick smiled and felt the warm glow of her satisfaction that only a deeply submissive man can ever understand.

“I mean it though, we’ve been playing at this long enough, I want to push you much, much harder… do you think you can handle it?”

Nick paused a second, his lips felt suddenly dry.

“Yes Mistress…”

“Good, I’m pleased to hear it…. Now go get some ice, I want to lock your cock back up before I change my mind.”


Sunday, 14 June 2015

Heading for a New Record Maybe?

Mistress and I are heading off for the next couple of days, and knowing how unlikely it is that we will do much in our hotel room (bizarrely we have more sex at home, since Mistress finds it less easy to relax in a hotel room and so harder to cum) we decided to make the most of being at home today.
So this morning Mistress allowed me to worship her beautiful pussy and make her cum, before teasing me to the brink once more. Unless something surprising happens, I doubt I will be allowed to cum until Wednesday at the earliest which would mean 44 days… but it could be that a new record is on the cards. If I am denied until next Monday then that will be a new personal best and if it’s not until Tuesday then that would mean 50 days!
During my teasing Mistress knelt up and had me lick her pussy and then when she had called a halt I begged to be allowed to lick her again and she allowed me slide between her parted legs and worship her for a short time. Her pussy looked so gorgeous, I would happily have licked her to another orgasm, however long it took… but sadly I was stopped after a minute or so.
One awesome benefit of having sex this morning was that Mistress never got dressed beforehand so she didn’t put her bra on – hurrah! ðŸ™‚ So cruel keeping her gorgeous breasts hidden from me. I don’t know why I put up with it.
Later in the day I remarked to Mistress that there should be a law that every day she had to sit on my face for at least 5 minutes, to which she replied that ‘You can’t even remember to kiss my feet everyday’. I wouldn’t say it’s that I don’t always remember, it’s not always… it would be wrong to say convenient, but… often it gets left to the end of the night and then it feels either rushed and/or a chore. Which is not how I envisaged it when I made the suggestion.
Anyway, so I am going to make more of an effort to do this everyday and not leave it until the last minute before we go to sleep. Perhaps if I can show Mistress how serious I am about worshipping her then maybe, eventually, she will sit on my face everyday? Here’s hoping! ðŸ™‚