I climbed into bed and snuggled up next to Margo, my wife and Mistress. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the back of the neck.
“I love you, darling.”
Immediately she turned over and kissed me back passionately. “I love you too.”
As she turned back over, she said, “I don’t want you jerking off in the shower in the morning. In fact, let’s make it a standing order from your Mistress. You can’t jerk off without my permission from now on. If I find out you did, I’ll double any punishments in the future. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise I won’t jerk off without your permission.”
With that we turned over and went to sleep.
In the morning I eased out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Don’t get in the shower yet,” she said. “I’ll be right in.”
“Okay, give me a couple of minutes though.”
When she arrived, I stood there naked, looking at my bruises.
“Nice ass,” she commented.
“Yea, I sort of like it decorated this way. It’s my red badge of courage. You’ve marked me.”
“Marks like those will do until I decide to mark you more permanently. But today, all that hair has to go.”
“What….”
“Don’t give me any shit. You’re my slave now, and you know that all the slaves in those stories you like to read are shaved clean. I’ve read some of that stuff. Many of them use a chemical, but a permanent depilatory cream is not really available. So for the time being you’ll shave, but after a while you can schedule laser treatments to make it gone forever. Is that alright with you, slave?”
As she described the shaving, I started to get hard.
“So you like the idea?”
“Yea, if that’s what you want.”
“No, I think it’s actually what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Let’s start with the electric clippers.”
Margo got out the clippers and started right in. She had me stand with my legs apart and my hands behind my head. As the motor hummed, she started across my chest.
“Hey, what’s this?” she asked while grabbing my hard cock. “Is this turning you on?”
“Obviously, Mistress.”
Before long, my chest and stomach was bare, and she continued on down to my pubic area. As she mowed every hair in sight, I had to ask, “Isn’t this going to itch a lot?”
“Not if you shave it every day.”
“Every day?”
“Yup. That’s all part of it.”
She did my pits and then it was on to my arms, back and legs. When she was done, there was lots of hair on the floor, and I was as bald as a ten year old.
“Oh, I like it,” she commented with a smile. “I never liked hairy guys, but what do you think?”
“I like it, but what if I’m in an accident or something?”
“I guess you’ll have to live with the embarrassment, but probably no one will even care. I think a lot of guys do it. I saw it on Oprah one day. It’s called Manscaping.”
“Manscaping?” I whispered.
I just shook my head, as she led me into the shower. She had a five-bladed Gillette and a can of shaving foam in her hand. Those were put on the shelf until we washed and kissed for a while. Then she began. Extra care was taken around my junk before she had me bend over and spread my ass cheeks. When she was done, she assured me that every hair was gone, and I was to keep it that way from now on.
“My God, you’re still hard,” she commented.
“Yea… I guess I’m still horny from last night. Remember, I didn’t get to….”
She instantly put her finger to her lips, indicating that I wasn’t to speak. I got the message.
We spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out. We went to the mall and then out for dinner. Later on Saturday night we headed down to a local pub where some guy was playing the guitar and banjo. He was really good. Most of the time, we stood near the bar and drank their craft beer. I really like Dylan’s Pale Ale. Finally a couple we know asked us to join them at their table. I sat down rather gingerly after last night’s ordeal.
“What’s the matter Tom?” Marilyn asked. “You sat down with a little trouble.”
Jokingly I responded, “Well, Margo said she was going to kick my ass. I guess she did a good job at it.”
Everyone laughed a little, but Marilyn looked at Margo and just smiled. I wondered if she knew.
A while later the girls decided to go to the bathroom. Bill and I discussed the Yankees game while they were gone. When Margo returned, she moved her chair over closer to mine so she could see the stage and the entertainment a little better. As the performer ran his fingers up and down the neck of his instruments, she ran her fingers up and down mine on the outside of my jeans. It took her only a couple of minutes to get me hard. I had to adjust it a little. By the time she had finished her drink, she had me within a stroke or two of ejaculation. Fiendishly, she kept me right of the brink of climax for rest of the evening. By the time we got home, my ass ached from the hard chairs, and I had a colossal case of blue balls.
Margo suggested I go up and get in bed. She’d be along in a few minutes.
When she entered the bedroom, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a black leather half bra that let her nipple peek over the top, and a matching garter belt to hold up her stockings. There was nothing more except for the handcuffs that dangled from her fingers.
“Oh fuck!” I whispered. She looked magnificent.
“Yea, that about sums it up. We’re going to fuck. Do you think you can manage that?”
“Oh yes, my beautiful, sadistic Goddess.”
“But the question is, can you fuck me and get me off first?”
“I don’t know. My balls are really full, and I’m extra horny after all you’ve done to me.”
“Well, this is the way it goes down, slave. You can stick that thing in me and go to your heart’s content, but if you blow before I climax, I’m going to sit on your face and let you finish me with your tongue.”
“But if I blow first, you’ll be full of my stuff.”
“You figured that out all by yourself? I guess you’ll try really hard then, won’t you? But what difference does it make? Don’t you expect a girl to swallow? Besides that, all the slaves in those stories you like do it. So you have a choice. Do it my way, or I cuff your hands to the bed post, and we both just go to sleep. You have a choice. What will it be?”
I thought for a minute. God, I needed to blow so badly, and she’s so sexy in that outfit. I know if I don’t do it, I won’t get any sex for several more days. But, if I can’t hold it, I’ll have to eat my own cum.
“Well, what’s it going to be, boy?”
“I guess I don’t really have a choice. Let’s do it.”
She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. Our tongues met as we worked ourselves into a sexual rage. Before long, she was on her back, and I was between her legs, pounding my hard cock into her pussy with a vengeance. My mind had blocked out what would happen if I didn’t get myself under control, but my little brain was doing all the thinking anyway. It wanted its pleasure no matter what the consequences.
“F – U – C – K!” I yelled, as two full days of cum build-up shot deep into her. I could feel gusher after gusher of creamy jism blast from my balls and shoot from my dick.
“Ah – ah – ah – ah…,” I moaned, as I slammed my cock into her even deeper.
Finally the last of my cum drained into her. It was then that the realization of my fate became really evident. My cock brain didn’t care. It got what it wanted.
“Come on. Lay down here and get me off. You agreed.”
I did as she demanded. Within seconds her pussy was on my face, and I was licking and swallowing my load of cum as it drained from her. When it first hit my tongue, I thought I would be si
ck, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought.
“Just don’t lay there, bring me, slave.”
And so I did. I licked and beat on her clit with my tongue until she came at least three times. She had an insatiable appetite for her sexual pleasure.
We both worked throughout the week, but I had dinner ready every night when she got home. Being a young lawyer in a large law firm, she was working on a big case and had to spend a few extra hours. On Friday night when she walked in, I was kneeling in the foyer totally naked. I needed her to be my Mistress tonight.
“I figured you’d be there,” she said with a grin. “Go upstairs and get on the bed like you did last week. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Actually it took her a while. She ate her dinner and then went right into the bathroom to shower. When she arrived, she was only wearing a pair of red silk panties. Margo tied the ropes to my cuffs, leaving me stretched out tight and in a very vulnerable position. Her hand soon grabbed hold of my throbbing cock and started slowly sliding up and down its entire hard length.
“I bet you like that. It’s surely better than doing it yourself, isn’t it?”
“Oh God!” I whispered.
“Well, we can’t let you have all the fun, can we?”
She knew I was just a couple more strokes from exploding, so she released my cock, leaving me right on the edge of my climax. As she stood up, she slid that petite, little patch of silk down over her hips and long, lean legs. They dangled from her finger tips as she leaned over the bed.
“Open wide, slave. You’ll like my little gift. They’re soaking wet with my hot inner juices. I’ve been thinking all day about tying you up and having my way with you.”
Instantly she pushed them into my mouth. I could taste her magnificently fragrant, musky offering. I welcomed her present and savored the wonderful taste of her.
I watched her carefully, as she picked up a tube from the side of the bed and squeezed a generous ribbon of gel into her palm. It felt cool, as she rubbed it over my entire cock. Next came a small shiny packet. My Mistress put a corner between her teeth and ripped it open. A rubber fell onto the bed. Without hesitation she put it on the head of my dick and unrolled it down the entire length of my manhood.
“We don’t want any pre-mature ejaculation like last weekend, do we?”
I shook my head back and forth as she opened up another Trojan.
“You see… from now on, your entire duty in life is to satisfy me. Your reward is not my concern as long as I get as much pleasure as I need. There’s no more blowing your rocks in me and then leaving me hanging on the edge, waiting for my pleasure. From now on, you bring me first.”
“I always finish you,” I mumbled through her panties.
“That’s ten with the riding crop. Keep breaking the rules and you’ll have a little trouble sitting down tomorrow. But, it’s your ass, so the choice is up to you.”
Without another thought she unrolled another condom down over my cock. That was followed by a small round band. She stretched it out to get it over the head of my cock rolling the extra tight, pink band all the way down.
“There, that should keep you hard.”
My Goddess climbed up on the bed and straddled my bound body. With only the slightest motion she pushed my cock back just a bit and lowered her pussy onto my waiting organ. She was so wet that she slid right down its entire length.
“Oh – h…,” she softly moaned, tipping her head back just a little.
Then she looked me straight in the eyes. “If you blow before I’m completely satisfied, I’ll double your whipping and you’ll suck all your filthy cum out of those rubbers. And let me warn you right up front, one orgasm will definitely not be enough for me tonight.”
Then she started. After several times of raising and lowering her body, she changed positions just a little. Then with my cock hitting her in just the right spot she rode me hard. I guess after all those years of riding horses and posting in the saddle, she wasn’t going to tire for a while.
As she continued to fuck herself on my pole, I realized that I wasn’t feeling a thing. Obviously she had coated my prick with a numbing, desensitizing cream before applying the condoms.
A few more minutes passed before her body tensed.
“Ah… ah… oh… oh… oh sh… sh… shit!” she quietly screamed. Her entire body shook like nothing I’d ever seen before. Finally she collapsed on my belly and chest. Her sweaty body lay on top of mine as she drew in several long, deep breaths.
“See, that’s how you’re supposed to please a woman. Understand now how I like it?”
She lay there for a few more minutes before she turned her head and playfully gripped my nipple between her teeth. As her jaws tightened, she lifted her head and moved it back and forth.
“Um – m…,” I softly moaned.
“Do you like that, slave?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I thought so.”
After biting and tugging for a couple minutes, she moved to the other side.
She giggled, saying, “Oh this one is already hard and erect. I guess you like my little nibbles more than I expected.”
Then she closed my little nub tightly between her pearly white teeth. As the pain increased, I could feel her hips start to move. She was beginning again. She continued to bite my tender nipples, switching back and forth, pulling and tugging harder and harder. At times she rolled my little buds back and forth between her teeth, ever increasing the pressure. Finally she released the grip and sat up. But the tit torment was far from over. She grasped each nipple with her fingers and started her wild ride on my junk.
Up and down her hips went, sliding my cock in and out of her hungry hole. But the harder she fucked herself, the harder she twisted, pinched and yanked on my tits with her fingers.
Oh my God! Never have I experienced anything like this. She had an insatiable lust and energy about her. As her craving grew, so did the tit torture. At times I wondered if she might rip them off by accident. After several long minutes she was ready for another round of orgasm.
Suddenly it roared through her, but she never let up. She just rode me harder. Her screams became far more vocal.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” she screamed.
And just as I thought it was going to be over, another one blasted within her loins. Over and over she screamed and moaned with pleasure. Then it started to subside. Again she collapsed on me. But in less than a minute she reached into my mouth and removed her panties. Just as quickly, she slid off my cock and switched her body around, placing her dripping wet lips over my nose and mouth.
“You know what to do, slave.”
Immediately I started to suck the juices from her and lick her magnificent cunt. She purred like a contented little kitten.
We were in a sixty-nine position, giving her free access to my unsatisfied cock. I hoped she would remove the protective coverings, but that wasn’t what she had in mind. Instead she pulled my balls up and started to bite them as well. By separating them with her hands she squeezed my left nut up between her thumb and fingers. I moaned.
I could feel her suck it into her mouth and bite down. My body immediately stiffened as the pain steadily grew. My testicle was directly between her teeth, and she was biting down hard. I instantly stopped licking and working on her honey pot.
She pulled my nuts from her mouth and spoke. “If you stop again, you’ll know what real pain is. Now bring me again no matter how much pain your worthless balls feel.”
So we both started where we left off. Her pleasure continued, and so did my pain. Before I brought her again, both of my nuts had been bit, chewed and nearly crushed. They hurt so badly that I was almost nauseous and could feel the ungodly pain clear into the pit of my stomach.
As she got close, she let go of my nuts and put the head of my cock between her teeth. As she came, she bit down hard, but I knew better than to stop. Her vulva rolled back and forth on my face, as her
knees squeezed tightly on the sides of my head. Then she cut off all possible breath as her orgasm continued. I fought to get air, but it just pushed her further along. Finally, just as I was about to black out, she relaxed her knees. Quickly I took a quick breath before the ordeal continued again.
Finally she’d had enough. Her third or fourth, oh God, I have no idea how many times she climaxed. Me, the only thing I experienced was pain, but I quickly realized that this is exactly what I wanted. All my life I have craved someone to use and abuse me, and all of a sudden she found me. Sure we have had a wonderful marriage for the last five or so years, but obviously it was lacking something. Maybe things will be even better in the future.
When I had licked and sucked her pussy clean, she climbed off, and I started to speak. She just looked at me, and I remained quiet.
After I was released from the ropes that held me, she helped me up.
“Hands,” she demanded.
As I extended my hands to her, she closed one of the inescapable steel cuffs around my wrist. I could hear the ratcheted click of the steel, as she closed it tightly against my skin.
“In the back, slave.”
Without hesitation, I put my hands behind my back and heard the same sound, as I felt the cold metal cuff tightly grip my flesh.
“What’s next, slave?”
“My punishment?”
“That’s right, slave. You catch on real quick. How many did you earn today?”
“I don’t remember, Mistress.”
“So, I can give you any number that I want.”
“I think it’s 20 with the paddle and 10 with the crop.”
“See, you do remember. Now get down on your knees, kiss my feet and tell me how you want your punishment.”
As I got down, I saw her beautiful black leather stilettos. Wow! Those four inch heels made her legs look even better.
Tenderly I kissed each foot, right on the instep. The scent of her feet and the intoxicating aroma of the leather made my cock swell even harder. Then I looked up at her. “Mistress, I spoke when I was instructed to remain silent. Please paddle and whip my ass as hard as you wish. I have wanted this for so many years. Please do it hard. Have no mercy. I want to wear the marks and welts of my punishment for several days. Please make my punishment severe enough that every time I sit down for the next few days, I will only think of you. I love you, Mistress, and want to be your slave and please you in any way you want forever.”
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