So the past year has been a bit different.
Much of the first couple of months was the same as the past few years. Little or no sex.
The difference was the baby.
My wife and I had wanted a family for years. Now it was finally happening - via IVF.
To fertilise the egg most people have sex. We didn't. Couldn't, actually. Eggs harvested but my swimmers still needed...
So my wife suddenly became my Mistress!
My hands were tied - figuratively and literally. Now the extraction process could occur.
I'd been milked before, of course, but this was different. It was not for my pleasure or a normal release. This had a purpose beyond and since she would be having more than a little suffering during the pregnancy it seemed only right that she would make me suffer.
It's never taken her longer to drain me. Slow, feather-light strokes over my shaft, swirling round my cock head then teasing over and over.
For 40 erotically agonising minutes she stroked and teased me to the edge and back until my balls were swelling and blue with built up juice.
Then she decided it was time to empty them.
She began to stroke more insistently. Still slowly but with distinct purpose.
I felt the sensation building. Then she stopped again and added lube to her hand.
A LOT of lube.
Then she started stroking again.
As the sensations grew this time there was a different sensation. More intense.
Not in my cock.
For years she's been promising to take my anal virginity. I'd basically given up on the idea but now suddenly I was bound, to resist and at her mercy.
As she stroked me she pushed and two fingers slid into my ass.
She squeezed my cock and thrust into me simultaneously, not just grazing my prostate but feeling like she had impaled me.
The first spurt was intense. She caught it in the tube the doctor had provided and then I realised she was ruining my orgasm! As she held the tube, she pumped my ass and fucked me like I'd never been fucked.
She pumped my prostate until I was dry. More juice than I'd ever produced - even as a teenager - was collected in the tube.
But she wasn't finished. Now she began to pump again.
She'd milked me for what felt like eternity. My balls were aching from the draining and my cock was so sensitive I was begging her to stop.
But we don't have a safe word.
My begging fell on deaf ears. The pumping continued for 20 minutes.
That day.
So now the year could truly begin...
More to cum...

I've been married . And it feels like a sentence right now. My wife is not into sex. She does surprise me once in a while, but we've not had sex at all in 2018, and I can count the number of times in 2017 on one hand. It's not entirely her fault. Certain medication decreases sex drive, but it's never been a major part of our relationship since the wedding. We have different "needs" as well. I'm naturally submissive, but she isn't really into taking charge because that's the "man's role". She's not into foreplay either, and since I'm a slowstarter that means there's little incentive for me to even try to initiate these days. So my mind drifts to my ex... My ex was more in touch with her sexuality. And she wasn't afraid to express it. When we met I commented she had pretty feet. It honestly wasn't a "line", but she asked me for a ride home and we chatted for a bit. I had to go out of town for a couple of weeks on business the next day, so I didn't want to start anything that night. I told her where I was staying and when I'd be back, and we arranged to have dinner the day I got back. Next night at the hotel I got a call to my room. It was her. We chatted for half an hour or so, just smalltalk, then she started telling me she was getting "hot". I was a bit naive at that point and told her she should do something about it meaning open a window or get a drink and suggested she get a drink with some ice. She giggled like a schoolgirl, then got the drink and rattled it so I could hear the ice in the glass. Then she told me what she was doing with the ice, taking one cube out and sucking it a little, then sliding it down her body, over her nipples and down to her pussy. Then she gasped a little, then she giggled again. Our chat became very passionate then, and she told me to touch myself. This was before skype, or I'm sure we'd have been online watching each other by then. She had me edge myself while she was stroking her own sex. I heard her cum, gasping and moaning quietly through the phone, and it was the most erotic experience I'd ever had! She told me to stop. I hadn't cum yet, so I protested. Then she promised me if we could do this every night and I could promise not to orgasm she'd make it very special when I got back. I promised her I'd try but she had me in a frenzy! She said she understood, but I should try my best. After that call I couldn't help myself, and replayed it in my head blowing a massive load. We had phone sex every night for two weeks, me ending up with blue balls and hearing her have the most intense orgasms down the line. I managed to go the last 6 nights without unloading. I was honest with her about it, and she understood and forgave me. Then I met her for dinner... I decided to pick her up without going home first. I'd had someone go int to do a serious clean on my house while I was away deep clean carpets & upholstery so it could dry without being needed etc, and I was tired, so I was concerned I wouldn't be able to get up to leave again if I went home first. I picked her up and she was wearing this Laura Ashley dress that hid her figure. I was disappointed, but she looked ok. I suggested we call the restaurant to move the meal up sooner, and she told me she'd already spoken to them and cancelled it.She said she knew I was tired, and we should just go and chill out with a glass of wine at my place. I agreed, and we picked up a nice merlot and a reisling on the way. When we got to my place I opened the door and stepped back so she could go in ahead of me. I went in and closed the door behind me, locking it. Then I turned and she just stepped forward and kissed me deeply. It caught me completely off guard, but I eagerly kissed back, pulling her into me. After an eternity, she pushed me back and unbuckled my belt. We were still in the entrance hall, but she pulled my shirt out of my waistband, unfastened my pants and pushed the and my shorts down in one easy motion, then took hold of my cock and just looked straight into my eyes as she slowly squeezed and stroked the length of my shaft. Any fatigue I had been feeling had now left me completely, and all the in my body was frantically making its way to my already engorged member. She pushed me back a little and said "Do you like my dress?" I wasn't a fan, but I lied and said "it's lovely". She smiled and replied "It's a bit shapeless, but it has this wonderful ..." With that, she guided my hands to the front seam, which for the first time I noticed was a series of holding it closed. "Well? Go ahead!" I ripped the studs apart and the whole of the front opened up, revealing her magnificent body, 38DD boobs, 28 waist and 34 hips, all barely contained in some very sexy lace. Before I could do anything more, she grabbed my cock again, kissed me hard, and whispered "where's the bed?" I gasped "upstairs", and she dropped her dress onto the floor and was up the stairs in a flash of lace! I tripped as I'd forgotten I still had my trousers round my knees, then ran up after her. She was standing by my bed and I quickly took off the rest of my clothes. Now I was naked in front of this goddess in lace. She smiled and kissed me again, her hand instantly stroking my cock. We moved to the bed and she pushed my onto my back and climbed onto my legs. I sat up and she pushed me down again. "Just watch" I t was a command more than an invitation.. I lay back and she finally took off her bra. Her skin was like alabaster, smooth and pale. Her long strawberryblond hair fell down and brushed over her nipples. I reached up, and my hand was swatted away. Then I had an idea I hoped she'd go for. I was a biker, and to stop my leathers chafing my neck I had a few silk scarves I wore in my wardrobe. "Wait" I said. She was a bit taken aback, but I got up and took the scarves out. "Would you like to use these to help me behave?" She got a wicked look in her eye and took them from me. "Lie back. NOW!" I did s I was told, and she quickly tied my ankles together, then my knees, then my wrists. The next scarf secured my wrists to the headboard, and finally she blindfolded me. I'd never been more turned on and nervous simultaneously! "Wait here" I heard her leave the room, then she was in the kitchen below me. I heard a lot of rattling of cutlery and bowls, the freezer opening, then she came back upstairs and I heard her go into the bathroom. A moment later she was back. "Stay still" and she stroked me gently. Next thing I knew, I felt ice being traced across my chest and circling my nipples. Next, she traced it down my sternum and dropped the cube into my bellybutton. "I think we need to sort this out" I wasn't immediately sure what "this" she meant, but any questions were quickly dismissed as I felt her tug my pubic hair. Before I could object, I heard scissors begin trimming me. I decided to go along with it. After all, she was looking at things from a very different angle! After she had trimmed away for a few minutes, I heard her giggle again. I felt her hand gently circle my cock and start to stroke it, but there was something different this time. I realised the difference was some kind of gel, then realised it was my shaving gel she was applying as she smoothed her hand over the area she'd just been clipping.  She spent the next 20 minutes shaving the last whisps of my pubes off my cock, balls and surrounding area. Having her waving a razor so close to my most precious body part was arousing in the extreme. Once she had me smooth, she rinsed me off with a warm cloth, then removed the blindfold. I hadn't realised until now, but she had removed her panties when she went out, and now was as naked as I was. I've never seen a more beautiful sight. She reached over and stroked my cock for a few moments to make sure it was hard enough, then lay down with her head on my belly and began to gently tease me. After a few minutes, she took me into her mouth, straight into a deepthroat. I'd never had that experience before, and I think she realised. I was almost at the pint of no return when she pulled her mouth off and slid up, giving me a very sloppy kiss. Next thing, before I could get my thoughts straight, she was on top of me, then impaling herself onto my cock. She sat up, driving me deeper into her warm pussy. Then she began to grind herself so our pubic bones rubbed against each other. Enough stimulation that my cock now had about80% of my supply in it, but not enough to make me cum. The same could not be said for her though, and she worked herself to an explosive orgasm before collapsing onto my chest. My balls fet like they would explode from the buildup of cum inside them. She snuggled against my body and gently took my cock in her hand. The hand job she gave me was the slowest, most torturous expression of heaven I've ever experienced. Slowly gliding her hand from base to tip, palming over the head, then slowly sliding down again, over and over. Each stroke taking an eternity, but never quite enough to take me over. It took her another 20 minutes to make me cum using that technique, and with me tied so securely, I couldn't move to shorten the experience. As I came, she tightened her grip a little, but kept up the stroking. The agony and the ecstsy with each storke was beyond description. It felt like it would never stop. She kept stroking long after I had stopped my ejaculation. I was a wimpering mess, still tied to the bed, but completely and utterly owned by her and she knew it. "Was that good?" "Oh GD! Yes!" "Want to do it again?" In a moment that in the time since I realise was my undoing I replied "It's your choice. After this, I think they may be attached to my body, but that is your cock and balls now!"