After Valentine's Day
Post Valentines Day
Four weeks ago was Valentines Day. The week before V-Day we had been having very conventional, Vanilla sex. After my almost month in a chastity cage, we calmed down for a few weeks. Vanilla is nice but we both feel like something is kind of missing. I asked her, “Should we go back to being kinky?”
We were laying in bed, and she snuggles up against me. “Yeah, for sure. It’s best sex. And you were very close to orgasm just from my dick. You need more chastity cage and strapon. So good for you!”
“I don’t like the chastity cage. I feel helpless. It’s like we made a rule where I get ignored and you get your pussy eaten twice a day.”
She reaches for my balls, and holds them in her little fist. Not squeezing, just getting a firm hold. “Well I have good news about you in chastity cage. I like it enough for both of us! So we can get you back in your cage and I am perfectly happy. Happy wife, happy life.”
“It’s uncomfortable, and I just feel neglected.”
“How are you neglected? What about (Best Friend)? Most men would go crazy! You have two women two times, and all your porn fantasies come true. You a luck guy.
New rule so you don’t feel neglected. You can have all the strapon you want. We will add it to the face sitting rule. I can have licking whenever I want, and you get the strapon whenever I want, or whenever you want. New rule.”
I can’t really argue her point, because she’s right. I’m not neglected. And I have never complained about the ‘oral on demand’ rule, because it’s fun and exciting. And I FUCKING LOVE IT when sometimes in the middle of the night she will just mount my face. I love that. I love to wake up with my face between her ass cheeks, or with her pussy rubbing my face. I always encourage her, “It doesn’t matter if I’m sound asleep. It doesn’t matter what time it is. Just mount my face. Your pussy is always welcome in my mouth or rubbing my face.” I get that very seldom. When I actually get a 3:00 AM face mounting you will never hear me complain about losing 30 minutes of sleep. I can sleep when I’m dead.
But that big, hard strapon of hers... Agreeing to something similar about her toy is a big ask. She orgasms from it. She might want that a lot more often than I do. Well, Hell. I know she wants to use it more often than I do.
“What do you have in mind? How often do you picture me getting your dick?”
“Let me think. How about we lock up your dick, and no sex, no touching yourself, no handjob. Nothing but strapon. On Friday, we will unlock your dick and try to make you cum from strapon. No, wait two weeks first. Friday after next Friday. All time you be horny and excited, and then we push your mess out from the inside.
(Korean Widow) says you will learn to orgasm from anal if it is all what you get, and teased enough. So more teasing, more strapon. So good for you. Just what you need. ”
I should have a pillow embroidered with ‘So good for you. Just what you need.’
She continues, “And I miss my dick. And I miss seeing you weak like you gonna be knock out. When I fuck you all deep, and hit hard and you just grunt and whimper and beg. ‘Oh! Too hard! Wait. It’s killing me! Stop. Don’t stop! You’re killing me! Do it harder!’
You love it. It would only kill you if I stopped.”
Her impression of me getting pegged makes me laugh, and feel like I’m not risking my life by agreeing, so I say OK. Back to chastity and pegging and oral servitude for at least two weeks.
…………….
I know that Korean Widow is coaching my wife along more extreme paths than we would otherwise walk. But the sensory deprivation pegging was her idea and it is Amazing, so it’s too early to form an opinion.
Chastity is very different this time. Or rather, she is doing it different this time.
Now our sex is less frequent and more extreme. And I understand completely how these things evolve. I once wrote about how these elaborate outfits and elaborate bondage scenarios seemed unrealistic to me. I was wrong. I can see how it all fits together now.
She likes the bit of playing dress up, because she is beautiful.
She wants more bondage, because she is going to inflict pain with a paddle or riding crop or dildo.
She wants to inflict pain, because it shows she’s in control, and mitigates the pain/ pleasure experience of pegging. Getting fucked in the ass with a big rigid strapon hurts, but you hardly notice that discomfort after getting 50 with a riding crop or 20 with a wooden paddle.
Using her strapon, her dick, is a great experience for her. Physically, it brings her to orgasm. Emotionally, she feels like she really owns me. So she gets to feel powerful and secure and play her role and orgasm. She gets a lot of pleasure from the Rumbler.
So she is dressed up, using a paddle on me, helpless bondage, long hard deep slamming fucking with her strapon. All the elements fit together.
The Friday after Friday goes like this.
Early in the evening, just before 8:00, my wife tells me to go get ready for bed. I understand what that means so I clean myself and take a shower. But before the shower I comply with a new requirement; an almost complete removal of body hair. I keep my chest hair, but everything else is reduced to stubble.
After my shower. Then I just wrap a towel around my waist and go into the bedroom to wait. While I wait I put the leather cuffs on my wrists, and the dog collars around my ankles, and my cage. She showers but it takes a few minutes before she comes out. She’s getting dressed up for me.
The Dominatrix outfit is a gift for me. She only began doing the elaborate outfits when I agreed to be caged, so I know she does it just for me. And I ask for it, and encourage it by doing things like buying her a pair of $400 black leather boots that go over her knees, with silver spikes for high heels.
She is all black and white. Or more exactly, black and peanut brown. Her skin is south Asian, not exactly white. About like a European with a tan. Very pretty and feminine features, cute nose, big eyes and excellent facial symmetry. Black hair that now hangs down to the top of her thighs. Slim build, flat stomach, nice ass with a deep ass crack and largish fake breasts.
She is wearing a dark green corset, trimmed in black. She also has a black corset and a red one trimmed in black, but the green one is the best. It has a balconnet underwire bra. My wife has largish fake boobs, and this kind of bra is just like a lacy black platter to serve the boobs. Like a little shelf for lifting them up and forward and a bit of lace. They quiver a bit when she moves, like jello. It is incredibly sexy and hypnotic and would give a dead man an erection.
She dresses up like she was making a video. I hear the shower stop, and I know she is getting dressed.
A dozen minutes later she calls to me. We have a large maser bath suite. One minor wall is a huge mirror.
“Come in here.”
So I get up and go into the bathroom. The main lights are off, but the shower light is on, so it is a bit dark and all the light is indirect. She is wearing that beautiful corset, with straps holding up her stockings. The black stockings disappear into her high leather boots. No panties, and her pussy is as bald as an egg. Her hair is pulled back in a big pony tail and she is holding her riding crop.
She is standing in front of the big mirror admiring herself. She does not look directly at me. “Get on your knees behind me.”
I do and she straightens her posture just a bit, then arches her back to push her ass out. “Lick me.”
I lean forward and push my face into her smooth, clean, firm ass, and begin stroking her anus with my tongue. I reach down with my tongue to caress her perineum, then up over all the sensitive flesh I can reach from behind.
We stay like this for several minutes. I know ass licking can bring her right to the edge of orgasm, so she is edging herself. And she loves the view. She says to me, “turn” and she steps to her left, never taking her eyes off the big mirror. She’s looking at how beautiful she is, and watching my head move up and down with each stroke.
She bends forward more, and puts her hands on her legs just above her knees. She asks one of our formulaic questions, “What does my ass get?”
I answer, “a warm, soft obedient tongue.”
“And what does your ass get?”
“A big, hard, punishing dildo.”
She smiles and giggles, “Call it my dick.”
“I get your big, hard punishing dick.”
“That’s right. Now suck on ass. Use your teeth. Do a good job.”
So I reach up and pull her cheeks apart, and fasten my mouth on the wrinkly skin right next to her asshole, and suck as hard as I can. As the flesh moves I rake it with my teeth, like a teenager gives a hickey. She makes a little grunt noise, but never takes her eyes off us in the mirror. Her; radiant, dominant, beautiful, adorned in lace and leather. Me; nude except for cuffs and the cage hurting my dick, serving her, licking, obedient.
Left, right, down on her perineum. Very long and hard down there. She makes a little bouncing motion and I know she must be very close to orgasm. My knees are kind of hurting from the hard tile, and this has gone on for more than 10 minutes, so my neck and tongue are tired.
“Good. Good. Now bring me my dick.”
I stand up and go over to her vanity, and get Her Royal Harness. I offer it to her, but she doesn’t take it. “No. Do better. Get on your knees and hold it up.”
I can see what she wants. So I move to my spot on the floor in front of the mirror. I kneel and hold up the strapon with both hands open, and my head bowed. This is so extreme it makes her laugh, but she is fascinated with the image in the mirror.
She loves it. “One more thing, turn your back to the mirror and stay like that.”
So I knee walk a bit to my right, still offering up her big black dildo. She steps around me and strikes my ass with her riding crop. The first one is tame, but the next three are very hard, whistling in the air before they land.
“See? Now it looks perfect. Perfect with stripes on your ass.” She tries a few poses with me kneeling there, adjusting my head, standing with her legs open wide so the mirror shows her boots. Riding crop on her hip. She is playing Fetish Model.
Finally she takes The Rumbler into her hand, and I hold open the straps as she steps into them. She tightens them and admires herself a bit more.
She points the big blunt head of her dick at my mouth. “Now do.”
I open my mouth and she shoves her dick in. I suck on it, and let her face fuck me a little. She thrusts hard a few times to hit my throat, and giggles as my head is bounced back. I run my hand up and down the shaft like a proper blowjob. I also make a fist, and push my knuckles up against her pussy so she is getting some physical stimulation to go with the show. She stops this pretty quickly, I think because she is too close to orgasm. She wants to cum from her strapon.
“Go to the bed. Get the spreader bars. Face down.”
I’m… concerned that she didn’t want to take the cage off first, but I do as I’m told. We have a big, black ‘reading pillow’ with arm rests, and I put that in the center of the bed. I position the spreader bars and lay myself over the reading pillow, on a hand towel, and raise my ass up.
She is smiling as she walks around the bed, clipping my ankles and wrists to the spreader bars.
“This is the cure for full balls. All ready for your cure? ”
She climbs up, and lubes her dick, and squeezes some onto me. Then the pushing begins.
She has gotten some instruction or thought up her method. Push hard, relax, push hard, relax. I think a gentle constant pressure would be better for me to relax into, but my opinion is not asked. That ring of muscle has limited strength, and after a dozen hard pushes the head pops in.
“Ahhh! Ok, just wait a second. Let me get used to it.”
“Get used to this.” And she slowly and steadily pushes her dick in the full 7 inches in maybe 2 seconds. It fucking hurts as the sensitive tissue inside me is pushed aside.
She is ready to go now, and for a second focuses on the remote control for The Rumbler. It starts to vibrate in its insanely strong way. I’m over stimulated and make some meaningless noise, like I started speaking before deciding on a word. “Ohhhrngin”.
I don’t have the earphones on today, so I can hear her. She is up over me like she is doing push ups, and I can hear the weak clapping noise of her body hitting mine in a rapid beat. Bap.Bap.Bap.Bap. She keeps it up until her arms start to quiver after maybe 5 solid minutes of rhythmic fucking.
“See? What you need. You need me to own your balls. You need me to fuck you.” Three hard thrusts with “What” Slam! “You” Slam! “Need!” Slam!
Her mind is wandering over every kinky, thought she has. She isn’t thinking and she blurts out, “You licked me too fast yesterday. Too fast. I’m gonna punish your balls for that. Punish your balls so hard! You gonna learn to take your time. Hurt your balls so much you cry! “
She repositions her hands, from the bed to my shoulder blades. More over me now, the dildo pushing lower into me. Better that way.
She breaks that rhythm, and slows down, pausing just a second before the hardest slam she can deliver pulling almost completely out. All the way out, then balls deep; Wham! “Uhhhh!” All the way out; Wham! “Uhhh” All the way out; Wham! “Uhhhh!” All the way out; Wham! “Ahhhhhhh!”
Her Royal Harness has given her an orgasm.
But she doesn’t dismount. She lays down on my back and knits her fingers together, and rests her chin on her hands “Have you had enough? I think not enough. This.” And she digs her boots into the mattress and drives in another half inch. She is hitting the very top of my rectum and it hurts.
“Oh! That’s too deep. It really hurts.”
“It should hurt. How you gonna learn obey if it doesn’t hurt? Very extra deep is good for you. Just what you need.”
And I get another fucking, short strokes, extra deep. It hurts. It distracts from the vibration I enjoy. But after a couple minutes she crawls up farther on me, and that angles the dildo down, so it is much more on my prostate. It starts to feel fantastic, and I get that weird set of Prostate Stimulation feelings. Like I’m constantly urinating, like I’m on the edge of a big orgasm, weak as a kitten.
I have no idea if she understands how different those angles feel. How could she?
I get a huge hot flash, like someone has poured a big bucket of hot water over me. “Ahhhhhh!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No. Please, just. More down. I’m going to. Don’t stop. That fucking thing. Don’t stop.” A man getting a long, hard pegging after weeks of oral servitude and chastity is not the guy to ask for sane dialogue.
When I get the hot flash, it’s almost like a ruined orgasm. Just so close, and so strange, and your brain and body so confused. I think if I was out of the cage and just a bit of rubbing against something, I would cum.
I am so close, but I can’t. I can’t cum just from pegging, just from anal. After a few more minutes she calls a stop. She pulls out and goes into the bathroom to take off her dick. Returns and unclips me.
“You poor thing. Stand next to the bed.” She sits on the bed and beckons me to stand in front of her. She grabs my balls and weighs them in her hand.
“Pretty full I think. If I let you cum will you be a good boy? Huh?”
She unlocks the cage and it’s off for the first time in weeks. So nice to feel blood flowing into my dick again.
“Get on the floor.” She spreads her legs and I start licking her. She winces a little.
“Be gentle. I’m very sensitive. Slow and gentle.”
So slow and gentle I lap at her fat outer lips.
“You want to cum on my feet? Boots or feet?”
“Feet please.” And she nods and lifts up a leg so I reach up the back of the leg and unzip one boot. Without waiting, once the boot is off I roll down that stocking.
Her bare foot goes to my balls and dick, which are wet with all the pre cum she pushed out of me. It gets on the top of her foot. “Oh, you are wet.” She lifts the foot. “Get that off of there.”
I lick the top of her foot clean and she drops it back down. “Now you can touch yourself.”
I start to rub my dick, and very quickly I am ready to cum. I look up at her face. She leans forward and puts her hand, open, palm up, in front of my dick. She says, “Give me all that mess. Then you a good boy.”
I filled her hand with watery cum in 4 big spurts. “Good. Now do.” And she lifts her hand to my mouth to be cleaned.
As I lick her palm, she explains; “You do very good. More anal for you! More and harder. Maybe bigger dick, but must be hard. Never a soft jelly dick for you. Must be hard. I think you would cum from your fucking if I paddled you more. That’s what my friends say. The little black paddle for your balls... we should do that every day.
Now wash yourself, then back in your cage. I’ll go call my girls and tell them how it went.”
Four weeks ago was Valentines Day. The week before V-Day we had been having very conventional, Vanilla sex. After my almost month in a chastity cage, we calmed down for a few weeks. Vanilla is nice but we both feel like something is kind of missing. I asked her, “Should we go back to being kinky?”
We were laying in bed, and she snuggles up against me. “Yeah, for sure. It’s best sex. And you were very close to orgasm just from my dick. You need more chastity cage and strapon. So good for you!”
“I don’t like the chastity cage. I feel helpless. It’s like we made a rule where I get ignored and you get your pussy eaten twice a day.”
She reaches for my balls, and holds them in her little fist. Not squeezing, just getting a firm hold. “Well I have good news about you in chastity cage. I like it enough for both of us! So we can get you back in your cage and I am perfectly happy. Happy wife, happy life.”
“It’s uncomfortable, and I just feel neglected.”
“How are you neglected? What about (Best Friend)? Most men would go crazy! You have two women two times, and all your porn fantasies come true. You a luck guy.
New rule so you don’t feel neglected. You can have all the strapon you want. We will add it to the face sitting rule. I can have licking whenever I want, and you get the strapon whenever I want, or whenever you want. New rule.”
I can’t really argue her point, because she’s right. I’m not neglected. And I have never complained about the ‘oral on demand’ rule, because it’s fun and exciting. And I FUCKING LOVE IT when sometimes in the middle of the night she will just mount my face. I love that. I love to wake up with my face between her ass cheeks, or with her pussy rubbing my face. I always encourage her, “It doesn’t matter if I’m sound asleep. It doesn’t matter what time it is. Just mount my face. Your pussy is always welcome in my mouth or rubbing my face.” I get that very seldom. When I actually get a 3:00 AM face mounting you will never hear me complain about losing 30 minutes of sleep. I can sleep when I’m dead.
But that big, hard strapon of hers... Agreeing to something similar about her toy is a big ask. She orgasms from it. She might want that a lot more often than I do. Well, Hell. I know she wants to use it more often than I do.
“What do you have in mind? How often do you picture me getting your dick?”
“Let me think. How about we lock up your dick, and no sex, no touching yourself, no handjob. Nothing but strapon. On Friday, we will unlock your dick and try to make you cum from strapon. No, wait two weeks first. Friday after next Friday. All time you be horny and excited, and then we push your mess out from the inside.
(Korean Widow) says you will learn to orgasm from anal if it is all what you get, and teased enough. So more teasing, more strapon. So good for you. Just what you need. ”
I should have a pillow embroidered with ‘So good for you. Just what you need.’
She continues, “And I miss my dick. And I miss seeing you weak like you gonna be knock out. When I fuck you all deep, and hit hard and you just grunt and whimper and beg. ‘Oh! Too hard! Wait. It’s killing me! Stop. Don’t stop! You’re killing me! Do it harder!’
You love it. It would only kill you if I stopped.”
Her impression of me getting pegged makes me laugh, and feel like I’m not risking my life by agreeing, so I say OK. Back to chastity and pegging and oral servitude for at least two weeks.
…………….
I know that Korean Widow is coaching my wife along more extreme paths than we would otherwise walk. But the sensory deprivation pegging was her idea and it is Amazing, so it’s too early to form an opinion.
Chastity is very different this time. Or rather, she is doing it different this time.
Now our sex is less frequent and more extreme. And I understand completely how these things evolve. I once wrote about how these elaborate outfits and elaborate bondage scenarios seemed unrealistic to me. I was wrong. I can see how it all fits together now.
She likes the bit of playing dress up, because she is beautiful.
She wants more bondage, because she is going to inflict pain with a paddle or riding crop or dildo.
She wants to inflict pain, because it shows she’s in control, and mitigates the pain/ pleasure experience of pegging. Getting fucked in the ass with a big rigid strapon hurts, but you hardly notice that discomfort after getting 50 with a riding crop or 20 with a wooden paddle.
Using her strapon, her dick, is a great experience for her. Physically, it brings her to orgasm. Emotionally, she feels like she really owns me. So she gets to feel powerful and secure and play her role and orgasm. She gets a lot of pleasure from the Rumbler.
So she is dressed up, using a paddle on me, helpless bondage, long hard deep slamming fucking with her strapon. All the elements fit together.
The Friday after Friday goes like this.
Early in the evening, just before 8:00, my wife tells me to go get ready for bed. I understand what that means so I clean myself and take a shower. But before the shower I comply with a new requirement; an almost complete removal of body hair. I keep my chest hair, but everything else is reduced to stubble.
After my shower. Then I just wrap a towel around my waist and go into the bedroom to wait. While I wait I put the leather cuffs on my wrists, and the dog collars around my ankles, and my cage. She showers but it takes a few minutes before she comes out. She’s getting dressed up for me.
The Dominatrix outfit is a gift for me. She only began doing the elaborate outfits when I agreed to be caged, so I know she does it just for me. And I ask for it, and encourage it by doing things like buying her a pair of $400 black leather boots that go over her knees, with silver spikes for high heels.
She is all black and white. Or more exactly, black and peanut brown. Her skin is south Asian, not exactly white. About like a European with a tan. Very pretty and feminine features, cute nose, big eyes and excellent facial symmetry. Black hair that now hangs down to the top of her thighs. Slim build, flat stomach, nice ass with a deep ass crack and largish fake breasts.
She is wearing a dark green corset, trimmed in black. She also has a black corset and a red one trimmed in black, but the green one is the best. It has a balconnet underwire bra. My wife has largish fake boobs, and this kind of bra is just like a lacy black platter to serve the boobs. Like a little shelf for lifting them up and forward and a bit of lace. They quiver a bit when she moves, like jello. It is incredibly sexy and hypnotic and would give a dead man an erection.
She dresses up like she was making a video. I hear the shower stop, and I know she is getting dressed.
A dozen minutes later she calls to me. We have a large maser bath suite. One minor wall is a huge mirror.
“Come in here.”
So I get up and go into the bathroom. The main lights are off, but the shower light is on, so it is a bit dark and all the light is indirect. She is wearing that beautiful corset, with straps holding up her stockings. The black stockings disappear into her high leather boots. No panties, and her pussy is as bald as an egg. Her hair is pulled back in a big pony tail and she is holding her riding crop.
She is standing in front of the big mirror admiring herself. She does not look directly at me. “Get on your knees behind me.”
I do and she straightens her posture just a bit, then arches her back to push her ass out. “Lick me.”
I lean forward and push my face into her smooth, clean, firm ass, and begin stroking her anus with my tongue. I reach down with my tongue to caress her perineum, then up over all the sensitive flesh I can reach from behind.
We stay like this for several minutes. I know ass licking can bring her right to the edge of orgasm, so she is edging herself. And she loves the view. She says to me, “turn” and she steps to her left, never taking her eyes off the big mirror. She’s looking at how beautiful she is, and watching my head move up and down with each stroke.
She bends forward more, and puts her hands on her legs just above her knees. She asks one of our formulaic questions, “What does my ass get?”
I answer, “a warm, soft obedient tongue.”
“And what does your ass get?”
“A big, hard, punishing dildo.”
She smiles and giggles, “Call it my dick.”
“I get your big, hard punishing dick.”
“That’s right. Now suck on ass. Use your teeth. Do a good job.”
So I reach up and pull her cheeks apart, and fasten my mouth on the wrinkly skin right next to her asshole, and suck as hard as I can. As the flesh moves I rake it with my teeth, like a teenager gives a hickey. She makes a little grunt noise, but never takes her eyes off us in the mirror. Her; radiant, dominant, beautiful, adorned in lace and leather. Me; nude except for cuffs and the cage hurting my dick, serving her, licking, obedient.
Left, right, down on her perineum. Very long and hard down there. She makes a little bouncing motion and I know she must be very close to orgasm. My knees are kind of hurting from the hard tile, and this has gone on for more than 10 minutes, so my neck and tongue are tired.
“Good. Good. Now bring me my dick.”
I stand up and go over to her vanity, and get Her Royal Harness. I offer it to her, but she doesn’t take it. “No. Do better. Get on your knees and hold it up.”
I can see what she wants. So I move to my spot on the floor in front of the mirror. I kneel and hold up the strapon with both hands open, and my head bowed. This is so extreme it makes her laugh, but she is fascinated with the image in the mirror.
She loves it. “One more thing, turn your back to the mirror and stay like that.”
So I knee walk a bit to my right, still offering up her big black dildo. She steps around me and strikes my ass with her riding crop. The first one is tame, but the next three are very hard, whistling in the air before they land.
“See? Now it looks perfect. Perfect with stripes on your ass.” She tries a few poses with me kneeling there, adjusting my head, standing with her legs open wide so the mirror shows her boots. Riding crop on her hip. She is playing Fetish Model.
Finally she takes The Rumbler into her hand, and I hold open the straps as she steps into them. She tightens them and admires herself a bit more.
She points the big blunt head of her dick at my mouth. “Now do.”
I open my mouth and she shoves her dick in. I suck on it, and let her face fuck me a little. She thrusts hard a few times to hit my throat, and giggles as my head is bounced back. I run my hand up and down the shaft like a proper blowjob. I also make a fist, and push my knuckles up against her pussy so she is getting some physical stimulation to go with the show. She stops this pretty quickly, I think because she is too close to orgasm. She wants to cum from her strapon.
“Go to the bed. Get the spreader bars. Face down.”
I’m… concerned that she didn’t want to take the cage off first, but I do as I’m told. We have a big, black ‘reading pillow’ with arm rests, and I put that in the center of the bed. I position the spreader bars and lay myself over the reading pillow, on a hand towel, and raise my ass up.
She is smiling as she walks around the bed, clipping my ankles and wrists to the spreader bars.
“This is the cure for full balls. All ready for your cure? ”
She climbs up, and lubes her dick, and squeezes some onto me. Then the pushing begins.
She has gotten some instruction or thought up her method. Push hard, relax, push hard, relax. I think a gentle constant pressure would be better for me to relax into, but my opinion is not asked. That ring of muscle has limited strength, and after a dozen hard pushes the head pops in.
“Ahhh! Ok, just wait a second. Let me get used to it.”
“Get used to this.” And she slowly and steadily pushes her dick in the full 7 inches in maybe 2 seconds. It fucking hurts as the sensitive tissue inside me is pushed aside.
She is ready to go now, and for a second focuses on the remote control for The Rumbler. It starts to vibrate in its insanely strong way. I’m over stimulated and make some meaningless noise, like I started speaking before deciding on a word. “Ohhhrngin”.
I don’t have the earphones on today, so I can hear her. She is up over me like she is doing push ups, and I can hear the weak clapping noise of her body hitting mine in a rapid beat. Bap.Bap.Bap.Bap. She keeps it up until her arms start to quiver after maybe 5 solid minutes of rhythmic fucking.
“See? What you need. You need me to own your balls. You need me to fuck you.” Three hard thrusts with “What” Slam! “You” Slam! “Need!” Slam!
Her mind is wandering over every kinky, thought she has. She isn’t thinking and she blurts out, “You licked me too fast yesterday. Too fast. I’m gonna punish your balls for that. Punish your balls so hard! You gonna learn to take your time. Hurt your balls so much you cry! “
She repositions her hands, from the bed to my shoulder blades. More over me now, the dildo pushing lower into me. Better that way.
She breaks that rhythm, and slows down, pausing just a second before the hardest slam she can deliver pulling almost completely out. All the way out, then balls deep; Wham! “Uhhhh!” All the way out; Wham! “Uhhh” All the way out; Wham! “Uhhhh!” All the way out; Wham! “Ahhhhhhh!”
Her Royal Harness has given her an orgasm.
But she doesn’t dismount. She lays down on my back and knits her fingers together, and rests her chin on her hands “Have you had enough? I think not enough. This.” And she digs her boots into the mattress and drives in another half inch. She is hitting the very top of my rectum and it hurts.
“Oh! That’s too deep. It really hurts.”
“It should hurt. How you gonna learn obey if it doesn’t hurt? Very extra deep is good for you. Just what you need.”
And I get another fucking, short strokes, extra deep. It hurts. It distracts from the vibration I enjoy. But after a couple minutes she crawls up farther on me, and that angles the dildo down, so it is much more on my prostate. It starts to feel fantastic, and I get that weird set of Prostate Stimulation feelings. Like I’m constantly urinating, like I’m on the edge of a big orgasm, weak as a kitten.
I have no idea if she understands how different those angles feel. How could she?
I get a huge hot flash, like someone has poured a big bucket of hot water over me. “Ahhhhhh!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No. Please, just. More down. I’m going to. Don’t stop. That fucking thing. Don’t stop.” A man getting a long, hard pegging after weeks of oral servitude and chastity is not the guy to ask for sane dialogue.
When I get the hot flash, it’s almost like a ruined orgasm. Just so close, and so strange, and your brain and body so confused. I think if I was out of the cage and just a bit of rubbing against something, I would cum.
I am so close, but I can’t. I can’t cum just from pegging, just from anal. After a few more minutes she calls a stop. She pulls out and goes into the bathroom to take off her dick. Returns and unclips me.
“You poor thing. Stand next to the bed.” She sits on the bed and beckons me to stand in front of her. She grabs my balls and weighs them in her hand.
“Pretty full I think. If I let you cum will you be a good boy? Huh?”
She unlocks the cage and it’s off for the first time in weeks. So nice to feel blood flowing into my dick again.
“Get on the floor.” She spreads her legs and I start licking her. She winces a little.
“Be gentle. I’m very sensitive. Slow and gentle.”
So slow and gentle I lap at her fat outer lips.
“You want to cum on my feet? Boots or feet?”
“Feet please.” And she nods and lifts up a leg so I reach up the back of the leg and unzip one boot. Without waiting, once the boot is off I roll down that stocking.
Her bare foot goes to my balls and dick, which are wet with all the pre cum she pushed out of me. It gets on the top of her foot. “Oh, you are wet.” She lifts the foot. “Get that off of there.”
I lick the top of her foot clean and she drops it back down. “Now you can touch yourself.”
I start to rub my dick, and very quickly I am ready to cum. I look up at her face. She leans forward and puts her hand, open, palm up, in front of my dick. She says, “Give me all that mess. Then you a good boy.”
I filled her hand with watery cum in 4 big spurts. “Good. Now do.” And she lifts her hand to my mouth to be cleaned.
As I lick her palm, she explains; “You do very good. More anal for you! More and harder. Maybe bigger dick, but must be hard. Never a soft jelly dick for you. Must be hard. I think you would cum from your fucking if I paddled you more. That’s what my friends say. The little black paddle for your balls... we should do that every day.
Now wash yourself, then back in your cage. I’ll go call my girls and tell them how it went.”
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