by Emmie Combs
"Do you want to lick my ass slave" she asked.
"Yes please Mistress" I responded hoarsely.
"But do you deserve it slave" she continued.
"I....if it pleases you Mistress" I stumbled.
She crouched down over my face, her asshole just inches away from my eager tongue.
"Do you promise me you haven't cum since I last allowed it?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Mistress"
"And you haven't touched your cock in a sexual way since last Friday?"
Ah, and now I had to fess up. She told me in no uncertain terms how cross she was with me and untied me and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. After she had whipped my ass for the second time that day (and a lot harder than the first) she asked me if I thought I deserved to worship her gorgeous ass.
"If it pleases you Mistress." I said, aware that I was on thin ice as it was.
"Yes slave, if it pleases me."
She turned me over on the bed and re-tied my limbs.
"I want you to realise that the only reason I am going to allow you to worship my gorgeous ass, is because I want you to, do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."
"You took your punishment very well slave, and your tongue made me very happy earlier."
"Thank you Mistress."
"I hope you are telling the truth when you say that you have not cum since I allowed it slave."
"Yes Mistress."
"Are you 100% sure slave?"
"Yes Mistress, I promise you."
"Because you know what would happen if you failed me, don't you slave?"
"No Mistress."
It was true, I had no idea. I had made a mental note to discuss this with her, but was waiting until after this session to do so.
Mistress straddled my body and dropped her pussy over my face once more, rubbing her sodden lips all over my face, grinding herself against me as she continued.
"Well slave, it's very simple. Though it annoys me that you touched your cock without permission, I can see how hard that would be for you to resist. Besides, if you think about it, all you're really doing is making it harder for yourself.... so, bearing that in mind, I feel a whipping is a fair and just punishment. On the other hand, if you were to totally disobey me and actually make yourself cum.... well, that would be completely different."
She turned around and lowered her ass onto my face and ordered me to tongue her hole as she reached forward and pumped my cock some more. I eagerly complied, forcing my tongue into her musky hole and relishing the feeling of submissiveness. After about thirty seconds she lifted herself up again and turned round on the bed. She leaned forward and reached back between her legs to scratch my cock with her half-inch long nails. She looked directly down into my eyes as I looked up adoringly at her, breathing heavily.
"If you came without permission slave, then I would have no real choice but to put your cock into real chastity, do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress" I replied, not entirely convincingly, but playing along with the game. It wasn't the first time she had threatened me in this way, she knew the thought of it turned me on, but even so, there was always a chance she might be serious this time. A small, nervous laugh escaped me (a trait which I wish I could control and one which has got me in trouble before). She raised an eyebrow.
"Something funny slave?"
"No Mistress. Nerves Mistress..."
She looked at me intensely for a few seconds, then got off the bed. She reached over the bedside table and picked up the blindfold she had removed earlier in the session.
"Lift your head up." She said.
I complied and felt the soft rubbery material slip over my eyes until I was left in darkness. Then I heard her leave the room and return a few moments later. She stood next to the bed and then I felt something rub against my leg. She moved it higher, then dragged it up the underside of my cock and across my stomach, up my chest and finally placed it against my lips.
"Open your mouth slave."
I opened my mouth and felt the object pushed inside. My tongue rubbed over it and though I could hardly believe it I realised in an instant exactly what it was that I was dealing with.
"You know what it is slave, don't you?"
I gulped loudly "I think so Mistress."
She placed the clear plastic chastity device on my chest and lifted my blindfold so that I could see that it was exactly what I thought it was. I gasped at the sight of the CB-3000 and started to tremble slightly.
"Now do you believe me slave?"
"Yes Mistress" I moaned, my cock suddenly feeling twice as hard as it had before.
She grasped my shaft, and asked me why 'the thought of having my cock locked up' should make me so hard? Surely I didn't want to be locked up...or did I?
I instinctively told her that I didn't, but she wasn't convinced.
"You say that slave, but your cock is like an iron bar."
I opened my mouth to speak but realised I had no answer to give. My eyes were shut tight now, as I tried desperately to avoid cumming before she gave me permission to do so.
"Imagine it slave, your poor cock locked up in that thing for as long as it pleased me. How would you cope?"
I could barely answer as she stroked my cock, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. The truth was I had imagined it, many, many times, and it still had the same effect on me, that dizzy, 'high' feeling that made me feel like a teenager getting his first blowjob.
Mistress continued, "Still, it wouldn't stop you eating my pussy and making me cum, would it?"
"No Mistress" I gasped, I was getting uncomfortably close now.
"And that's what's really important to you isn't it slave, your Mistress's pleasure."
"Oh yes, Mistress, your pleasure is EVERYTHING to me!" I croaked.
I heard her chuckle softly to herself.
"You really do worship me don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You would do anything for me wouldn't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Anything that pleased me, isn't that right slave, no matter how depraved..."
"Yes Mistress, I would do anything you asked me to, anything at all!"
"One day you will have to back that up slave, but I'm sure you're a man of your word."
"I am Mistress." I gasped "Absolutely."
"Good... are you close?"
"Oh God yes Mistress, very close."
Mistress said nothing, but intensified the attention she was lavishing on my cock. Watching me closely as she enjoyed my struggle not to give in before she said the word.
"Beg slave."
"Please let me cum Mistress, please...."
Mistress pounded my cock for a few more seconds and then granted the permission I was so desperate for. No sooner had she said the word than the first string of cum erupted from the tip of my crimson cock-head. She continued to pump every last drop out of my aching cock while she related some of the debauched things I might have to do to prove myself to her one day, and then, noticing that the CB-3000 on my chest had been splashed with cum, she offered it to my mouth and told me to lick it clean.
After the session we lay together, completely exhausted and totally sated. My Mistress, now my wife once more, asked me if I had enjoyed it. I said I had loved every second of it, and loved her more than ever. She revealed that she had found someone on the internet selling CB-3000's for a fraction of their retail value and had actually bought it several months ago. She'd wanted to tell me from the moment it had arrived but had worried that I might freak out when I actually saw it for real. I told her that it had been a bit of a shock, but that she needn't have worried. I reassured her that I had fantasised about it many times and that I didn't feel she was forcing me into anything against my will.
When we finally got up, I threw the dice again and scored a total of three. That was an easy month. But they weren't al
l like that. A few months later I threw a 'double-one', which according to our original agreement meant that Mistress got to choose the length of time the stop would apply. I fully expected her to choose the full twelve days, which I had so far managed to avoid, but she surprised me by instead taking down the calendar and counting the number of days until our next session.
"Twenty-seven days" she stated, matter-of-factly.
"What?" I retorted.
"Twenty-seven days" she repeated. "You said I got to choose the number of days, but you never said it had to be between two and twelve."
She was right as well. It was an oversight on my part and she was making the most of it.
"Fuck" I breathed.
"Or...." she said. "If you prefer, perhaps we could play a different game this month."
I looked at her inquisitively.
"One that would definitely guarantee you a lot of time doing something you adore and the chance to earn yourself some orgasms, after all, you did say that you didn't want it to go on indefinitely, didn't you?."
I agreed hastily, acutely aware that the other option might well result in a month of teasing, aching balls and almost inevitably incarceration in the CB-3000. You see, over the last few months the stop periods had become far more strict and I was now almost never allowed to cum once the 'dice-stop' date arrived. Despite this I was constantly teased and kept aroused and my tongue was never idle for more than forty eight hours, usually less. In addition to all of this, Mistress had taken to having me wear the CB-3000 for the last 24 hours before the session and had informed me that eventually she would expect me to wear it from the moment I was put on stop until the moment the session started. Thankfully that date had not yet arrived.
"It's very simple" she said. "All you have to do is throw the dice... well, perhaps we'll start with just one, as I'm feeling generous... and once you've given me that number of orgasms, then you'll be allowed to cum."
"How?"
"However I chose."
"And then what?" I asked.
"Then you throw the dice again."
"And?"
"And you keep doing that until the next session. Then maybe we'll go back to the old game, or maybe we'll stick with this one, depending on which one I like the best."
"Okay."
"Oh and just one more thing...." She was fully aware that she had me over a barrel and was fully intent on exploiting it.
"Yes..."
"Every time you are allowed to cum, you have to eat it. Whether it's out of my pussy, off my hand or wherever else it lands."
"Every time?"
"Every time!"
Mindful of the CB-3000 I agreed, and straight off the bat threw a six. This was going to be a very long month, but at least I would get to eat a lot of pussy.
It took eleven days to get through those first six orgasms (now that my orgasms depended on the speed at which she had hers, she suddenly wasn't going to be rushed!) and my balls felt like boulders. After she had recovered from the last one, my wife told me to fetch both dice and roll one of them. Eager to please, but slightly suspicious, I did as I was told and scored a four, not great, but better than a six!
My wife smiled, reached into her bedside drawer and plucked out a postcard sized piece of card with some writing on it. She read aloud:
"1. Sex, 2. Blowjob, 3. D.I.Y., 4 Strap-On...."
She didn't bother to read the last two out.
"Do you think you'll be able to cum from being fucked in the ass?" she asked sweetly.
I thought about it for a moment and then remembered a session where I had almost done exactly that, and with half the amount of cum in my balls.
"Yes Mistress."
She tied my wrists to the bedposts and I quickly realised that she wasn't intending for me to have any direct stimulation to my cock, she was literally going to fuck me until I came! Despite the lack of direct stimulation, as desperate as I was, it didn't take long before I sprayed the bed sheets with eleven full days of cum. She didn't stop though, she kept fucking my ass harder and harder, until finally she came on her half of her new double ended strap-on.
After she had untied me and I had cleaned up the mess I had made, she told me to roll both the dice. I looked at her nervously and she explained that she hadn't enjoyed having to pace herself just to keep me waiting, and who could blame her? This way, she said, she could afford to enjoy more than one a night if she fancied it.
I threw the dice and scored a four and a five. For a few seconds I thought about asking her if I could count the orgasm she'd just had, but decided that it was probably best to leave it. Besides, there was only just over a couple of weeks left and maybe then we'd be going back to the original game. Or maybe not. Who knew what the future held for us? All I did know was that eventually my cock would be completely under my wife's control. As I thought about this I suddenly felt a little dizzy and as I imagined the key of the locked CB-3000 fixed on a chain around my wife's neck I felt my cock stiffen once again.
The End.
Surprise Visit
Making me feel better is my lovers favorite thing to do, and today was no exception.
It's 5, time to shut down the office and I'm dreading the trip home tonight.
Life can be draining, but I never want to let the 'problems' cloud my point of view. That just robs your soul of thrills and delights that lay hidden among the thorns of life. Taking my own advice is not as easy as dishing it out however. It's lonely sometimes and when I have to cancel plans to please my uncaring husband it's hard to remember there is more than just thorns.
"Hey Jenn, how was your day?" I ask. My friend from the other office is leaving too. She's so pretty. She inspires me. 36 years old and looks 18. Pretty Asian girl. Blue contact lenses, false eyelashes, tattoos all over her body. She wears spiked heels and sexy dresses all the time – and today is no exception. She offers to light my cigarette and I stop to chat. We love to have fun conversation while we wait for our ride home. It has been a good day, but so busy and demanding. I don't know why I feel so bad, but suddenly I just feel so envious of her and so sad for me. That is so selfish. Not like me at all. As I look at her my green eyes fill with tears as I anticipate the question her eyes ask...
"Are you all right Beth?" how can I lie to those eyes. She sees through me. It's not nice to lie, but the truth hurts so much. I start to cry.
"Ohhh, excuse me." I smile and my tears are forgotten as my bra buzzes from the vibration of my cell phone. Couple short and a long buzz, not a call. A text message. I pull my phone from its hiding place in my bra and open the text.
"BOO", is all it says. It's a text from 'Harley', my secret lover.
"AWWW" I respond out loud. He reads me. He is a country away and he knows my every move. We must have been lovers in another life. I straighten my composure to not let on how this man turns me inside out and upside down...
"What are you doing tonight? You going to your class?" Jenn asks as I snap back to reality.
"No, I'm going home. No ride on the pole tonight for me I'm afraid. I'll take the next session." I reply with shaky breath. My six week beginner pole dancing class was to be my freedom gift to myself, and slowly even it was being stripped away. I couldn't take much more!
My phone buzzes again – 'GOD he's so frisky, the devil', I pant out loud. My lover is nothing but thrills, roller coaster ride to ecstasy. Since we met I have come alive. Between our texts, email and online chats we have a secret life. And it's so good. We have filled the empty spot our sexless marriages have dealt us.
'Can I come over tonight?' he asks with little winkie marks in his text (he has a hot Winkie I long to eat!).
mmm... my dimples deepen and Jen smiles with me as I type back: 'Sure' I respond knowing he is a time zone away and could never really get here.
Suddenly I hear the purr of a Harley. My knees get weak. Oh my GOD. It's a fucking purple Harley, no blue, no... God, it's his!
"No bloody way. George!?" I beam as I turn to t
he sound of the engine. Jenn pinches my arm and reminds me that my husband will be pulling up soon and I better get my tongue back in my mouth.
"Oh Jenn, when he gets here, tell him I got a ride with 'Joyce'! He will understand!" my eyes shoot fire and laughter as I run to the edge of the parking lot and drop my purse.
"Hi baby! I just had to be here in person to tell you that you are wonderful just the way you are. Don't let anyone tell you differently. It is almost over and then you will be free to be you; to spread your wings and soar like an eagle." He says as he holds my face in his hands.
I look down at the eagle on his Harley emblem. He was meant for me. I inhale his scent and a life force so deep flashes and burns in me to my core.
"Hi Baby." George says,
"Hi to you too." I reply
"How is my baby?" he asks with concern as he squeezes me.
"Good! Better! I truly can't believe you are here." I gush.
"I hope you feel better, I'm going to make sure you don't let him and his bullshit get to you. Hop on, now! No questions. Just be with me." He says.
"Kiss me! If you expect me to get on this bike you had better kiss me." I tease.
"You are wonderful and should always remember that. I will make you." He promises.
"I need to feel you George." I pant.
He comes over and hugs me.
"God I need to feel your arms around me... mmm baby.... get on this bike!" he demands with a smile on his tanned face. His teeth are so white. He is so handsome.
We get on the bike and ride off to the hotel across the street. My heart races. I feel his warmth rush through me as we hug so close on the quick trip. I wonder how many times I have looked over at that hotel, and wished he was there with me...
He parks and helps me off the bike. We are just standing there in the parking lot hugging. As he tightens to me I feel him giving me some of his strength. So quiet and tender. No hurry. I'm just warm and safe with him. His touch shows me he will always protect me. Take care of me.