Hey everone, this is the first story I write. It is inspired by a true couple with some fiction added to their relationship. I leave you to decide what is true for yourselves I tried to avoid errors, but sorry in advance if there are grammar or structure mistakes as english is not my first language. Please feel free to give your opinion in what you liked about the story and in what points i should work so I can improve in the future. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 – The encounter “Life is pretty mainstream”, or so I thought. I lived a pretty average life: 45 hour a week job, hanging out with friends on the weekends, meeting the family on Sundays, the daily workout routine, and the occasional fling or girlfriend. I have never been a Casanova, but never really had a hard way with girls either. Ever since my senior year in high school, I found a way with women that led me to have two girlfriends and several one night stands, but never something serious though. It’s ironic, the thing I wanted the most, was to have someone to love, someone who I could take care of and be there for, but everything I had done so far were pointless adventures that didn’t give me the emotional connection I wanted. I was still young, and liked to screw around every now and then, but at twenty seven years old, I was starting to feel the need of that someone special that was supposed to be in my life, since for me, intimacy should be both, physical and sentimental. I was just letting time pass by, waiting to see what happened. I had become very detached to girls, even a little cold, until one day, when I least expected, I saw her. I had gone to my regular coffee shop before my daily shift when I saw a cute girl sitting down drinking an expresso. She was not one of the most beautiful gals I had seen, but there was something of her that really attracted me, I didn’t know what. She had white skin, light brown hair, and brown eyes. I couldn’t tell about her body proportions, because she was wearing pretty conservative clothes. I stared at her for a while, analyzing the situation; I observed she was wearing reading glasses, and was doing the proper with a psychology book. After a couple of minutes, I decided to go there and talk to her. -Hello, I do not mean to interrupt, but I couldn´t help noticing that you are reading a psychology book. -Oh yes, I can’t get enough of it, I highly recommend it. -What do you like about it? I asked. - The way it explains how emotional intelligence, affect our behavior in interpersonal relations. She responded without hesitation After that statement, I realized, I was not dealing with an ordinary girl. She was not only cute but was also really intelligent. That, plus the combination of internal confidence and mild shyness she showed, drown me completely to her so I decided to ask her out. She was a different girl; she might be the one I have that relationship I had crave for such a long time.
Chapter 2 – The courtship There he appeared, by my side, without fear or intimidation. Even though he showed great confidence, I could tell he was nervous. But I didn’t care. He deserved a chance by the way he showed up. Also, he reflected to be smart and educated, apart from the fact that he wasn’t bad looking at all. He had white, honey eyes and short brown military-type hair. He wasn’t particularly tall, 5.7feet at most, however I didn’t care, since he looked in really good shape and I am only 5.4, so having that wouldn´t be a problem. I accepted his invitation without question (although I purposely showed some indecision), and I was amazed. He is a really knowledgeable person and has great communication skills. Apart from that, he was really chivalrous and had a great charisma, even thou he was a little bit serious. After a simple ice cream date, he wildly jumped to a night club for the second one, where sexual tension started to build. Then he asked me a long walk at the park followed by a movie night which ended up in a goodnight kiss. He really knew what he was doing, which of course, let me to believe he had done it before. After that, he invited me for dinner at his place, where he cooked for me. Some delicious salad and salmon, accompanied by dimmed lights, light music, and a delicious wine, set the scenario for sex. I told him I it was too soon as I explained him I am a firm believer in no sex until marriage. Against my expectations, he understood (although it seemed he didn’t like it much). That is when I knew he was the one. I had been looking for someone like him since my adolescence, and now, at 25 years of age, I realized I had found him. He would be my man, I wasn´t going anywhere.
Chapter 3 – The proposal One year and a half went by and I was having the time of my life with her. However, the “no sex” part was though on me, especially since I realized what a great body she had. She was gymnast during her childhood, so she had a fit body structure. The combination of gym workouts, spinning, and yoga, kept her body in a way that melted me down, she had strong, firm legs, a well round ass, good curves, a lean stomach with the just right amount of belly fat, and some girly muscled arms that complemented her light amount of blonde and black forearm hair. For that time simple making up and occasionally mutual masturbation was enough for me by the time. But I started to want more, so after reflecting for weeks, I decided to propose. She was fun but responsible, charming but not over affectionate, smart but not a geek, introverted but not timid. She was the perfect girl, beside my friends and family seemed to approve of her. When I proposed she contemplated my while I was kneeling down before down for what seemed like an eternity to me, bringing me nerves to the edge. But it was all changed when she cautiously caressed my hair and said “yes” after giving me a long and passionate kiss.
Chapter 4 – The wedding There he was, standing, looking at me tenderly while I walked towards him. I never thought something like this would happen to me. Such love, such attraction, such eagerness to start my life with him just seemed a lot for me to handle. When we kissed after I said “I do” and the priest pronounced us “Man and Wife” I know my life would never be the same. I had a completely different life ahead of me and I would make the best of it. Lucky me, I married the perfect husband.
Chapter 5 – The honeymoon After the wedding, we went to a lovely beach in Mexico for two weeks. I was dying to get to the suite and make love to her all night long. Considering her inexperience I knew I was going to have to be patient, and teach her a lot of things, but to my surprise, this was not the case at all! The first night was romantic sweet sex. The second got better. And better each night until one night, after having some drinks, everything changed. When we got back to the room she rushed me to the bed and fiercely took me out of my clothes. She started to kiss me furiously, licking al around my mouth. Suddenly, she bitted my lip. It was a nice change from the kissing, but then she did it again, and again, each time harder. There was a time in which I couldn’t resist any more and I whimpered. She stopped, looked at my penetratingly into my eyes and said: -What, does that hurt? -A little. I answered -Well that’s too bad, do you want me to stop, can´t you take it? She stated, mockingly. That actually insulted my ego, so I firmly responded: -Hah, you don’t know how much I can take. -Well let’s find out then, she said with a deviously smile. She resumed to kissing me, but my neck this time. She started giving me some hickies that left marks for days. She slowly started to go down my thorax until she reached my cock. She bite it with caution and after sucking my balls for a while, she gave me the best blowjob I had ever received. She combination of sensations perceived by her tongue and hands made me burst my load into her mouth. She went for a tissue to wipe my cum of and returned for an all-night sex session. It was not possible that my wife, would be that good at giving blowjobs if she had never done it before. Maybe she read about how to, maybe there was something she was not telling me. But I didn’t care. I was on my honeymoon, with my beautiful wife, enjoying every bit of it. The last night of our honeymoon, we were having a little bit of rough sex when she suddenly grabbed my neck and turn me around. She mounted me. I tried to reach her breasts with my mouth but and grabbed my wrists while pushing them to the bed and said “stay still”. She then lightly but firmly gripped my balls and said with a playful yet devilish smile: “I am in charge tonight”. Frills passed through my body as she said that. After that, she reached to the bureau and grabbed a couple of clothe strings I didn’t know that were there and tied my wrists to the head of the bed. She really was in charge. The excitement was making me shiver by this time. She mounted my dick for what might have been like five minutes, and when I was ready to explode inside of her, she just mounted of. I made my best to try and hold it but was too late, and had an unpleasantly ruined orgasm. I was about to ask her why she did that, but I was suddenly interrupted by her pussy. Yes, she climbed my face this time and sat on it while y performed oral sex on her. I could feel her wet pussy which made my hard on stay firm. Whenever I got tired, she would squeeze her legs and pinch hardly my nipples. After she had three orgasms she let go of my face, cuddle me, and spend the rest of the night like that. I was shocked and confused for what had just happened. I was still extremely horny and feeling kind of angry for her not to let me finish. But I thought it was simple a role-play thing. I knew she really knew how to please and that this was just a simple game. I should be happy, my lady-like and prudent wife, turned out to be a wild and kinky vixen in private. I would have an amazing life ahead of me with her. Or so I thought…
Chapter 6 – Changes A couple of months went by, and our sex life was amazing. We did it morning and night, experimented different techniques and positions; we gave each other oral sex regularly, and really did it all. She got particularly good at giving me handjobs. This has never been my best way of release, but the way she did it, the way she combined physical and visual stimulation, made me shoot hard every time she did it. This wasn’t an exception either when she serviced me with her mouth and when we had sex. When we made love, she knew exactly how to contract her muscles to drive me crazy. One night after a long hour of foreplay I was fucking her from behind until something awful happened. The excitement combined with the sensation of her wet and warm pussy made me finish way too early. -What the fuck was that? She asked with disappointment on her face. -I am sorry, I got over-excited and couldn’t hold it, I am sorry, I said with embarrassment. -Well over-excited is a little bit short, don’t you think? After saying that, she turned around and went to sleep. Those words were like a knife pulsing through my ego. But I couldn’t do anything at that time. I knew it was my fault and know I just needed to wait to make it up to her next time. For the next few days, we didn’t have sex. A lot of foreplay, but I did not receive any kind of release whatsoever. One day suddenly, after we were kissing, she mounted me and started riding me. The contraction of her muscles was too much for me. She was getting in fact too good and I couldn’t follow up to her I feared. Once again she made me cum prematurely, this time in less than two minutes. -Again?!? She exclaimed loudly -I am sorry honey, I…She interrupted me. -I have needs too. It is unbelievable that after all I do to please you; you won’t even have the decency to let me finish first. You are so selfish. -I tried, I really did, but I… She interrupted me again. -So you can´t? Are you saying you are not enough of a man to please me? This last statement really pissed me off, so I responded severely: -What the fuck?! You are doing this on purpose. Why the hell are you giving me this shit? -Oh, so it is my fault then? You do not only have a pathetic cock, you also have no shame. Hearing those words were a knife to my heart. She really hurt me, but all I could feel was guilt towards myself. A week passed, and we didn’t have any sort of intimacy. One day, she said she wanted to go shopping. Once we arrived at the store, after three hours of trying things, we were ready to pay. -That would be $2,347.79 the girl from the store said. -What?! That is too much, what are you going to buy? I asked my wife. -Well, a girl need clothes, now give me your credit card. I didn’t like the way she talked to me, but with the intent of making things better since our last incident, I accepted to pay for it. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually paying over two thousand dollars to make up with my wife and have sex again. But that was okay for now, I would figure it all out later, for now I will prepare for my come back at sex tonight.
Chapter 7 – She is the boss Everything was going perfectly. I wanted a fun man who could be my friend, who would be loyal to me, who would be smart enough to make a lot of money, and that would submit to me. I didn’t want a wimp. Hell no! Where is the fun in that? I wanted a true leader; someone who has the balls to stand up for himself but that is not the “macho” type. This way it will be much more fun dominating him. After we returned, from the store, I am sure he thought it was all fixed. That he was going to get lucky tonight. Well no sir. My plan was flowing great and it was no time for setbacks. After that day, I didn’t have any sort of physical contact with him, despite several attempts he made that I rejected coldly. When I noticed that he was starting to get irritated, I knew it was time for the next step. He was forgetting how great it felt when I touched him so it was time that he remembered. One afternoon without him knowing, I added some Viagra to his drink, then, to his surprise I initiated foreplay, and after sever minutes, when I thought he was excited enough I striped him naked and tied his legs and arms to each of the bed’s corners. I made sure all of his limbs were a little stretched so that he couldn’t move at all. By this time he was panting. I started to fondle with his balls. His cock was completely erect. After a couple of minutes, I placed some lube in my hands and started giving him a slow handjob. Up and down; Down and up; the just up several times. At moments I would lick the base and head of his dick as well. After following that procedure for a few seconds, I could tell he was close to climax. I knew he had not ejaculated in over two weeks (to my knowledge) so y stopped and just returned to play with his balls. After doing this sequence two times he started to beg me to let him cum. -Please, let be cum, please. -Oh you really want to cum do you? -Yes! Please I beg you, please! I just gave him a light smile and carried on. After two more repetitions of my wicked procedure he started to shake. -Shaking already? No wonder why you cum that quickly. Well you better get ready, because we are not even halfway through. After time went by, the begging continued. When I finished the tenth sequence, he was crying like a baby. I was planning to continue but seeing his frustration I couldn’t resist the urge to have an orgasm, so I climbed his face and commanded him to lick me. After I climaxed, I put my asshole in his mouth and ordered him authoritatively to suck it. He doubted, so I gave his balls a hard smack. -Ahhh!!! He shouted But his scream was interrupted by my open asshole. After a few minutes, I returned to the former position. I would at times play with his cock a little bit just to edge him again. After three more orgasms I stood up and said “well done boy”. And head to the bedroom door. As I was heading out I heard: -Hey! What about me? -What about you? I answered -Well you climaxed enough times already; wouldn’t it be fair to let me cum at least once? -Well didn’t you enjoy what I just did? -Yes I did, but it would be nice to finish off. -Let me get this straight to you. You are a premature ejaculator. You can’t please me. You need to learn stamina. -But I really need to cum! -Fine, I was warming you up for tonight’s sex session, but I see it’s no use; you are just a selfish bastard. I rushed to put a gag in his mouth. Then I applied a little bit more lube to his throbbing cock. -“If you want to cum so bad, then let’s make sure you do.” I said angrily I knew his cock was really sensitive after all that teasing. I also knew it wouldn’t go down for another couple of hours even if he came because of the Viagra I had fed him before. I started to stroke his cock firmly and with a good pace and as soon as he as shooting his load I stroked as fast as I could. -“Mhh!! Mmh! mmhh!” he moaned through the gag. When I felt the pulsations in his cock growing weaker, I focused the strokes on the head of his penis. -“MMHHH!!! MMMHHH!! MMHH HHM HMM!!” he moaned in pain while he squirmed. Knowing it was extremely sensitive, I continued to treat the head of his cock that way for a few seconds, and then grabbed it in between my thing, index finger and palm and started rubbing it like if I was rubbing away dirt from my hand. I smiled as I was his suffering, and said: -“Don’t worry; I will do what you asked for. I climaxed four times, so I will continue to do this until you do too!” I carried on with my meticulous post-orgasm torture until he came for the fourth time. Went to wash my hands, and at my return told him dominantly while giving him a piercing stare: -“Do not expect me to jack of, let alone suck that thing of you ever again! That is a privilege my friend, and you, my pathetic husband, just lost it!”
Chapter 8 – Another level of control Since that last session, my husband changed a lot. He was a lot more submissive, started, buying me gifts, pleasing me orally really frequently helping around the house and obeyed me instantly to whatever I asked him to do. Obviously he was trying to win back that privilege since I had not once touched or licked his thing we had only fucked 5 times in over eight months since then with me always making sure he finishes off early and reminded him that he cannot please me with his dick. I knew I had him, but it was not enough. This could snap any moment; I needed more control, more submission on his part. I needed to give the big step. With our first anniversary coming up, it was the perfect time to take a leap of faith. On that day I made sure to be out of the house and ignore his calls all day long. When I got home, I say a path of red flower petal leading to our bedroom. Once I entered, I noticed dimmed lights, candles, and a bunch of flowers on the bed while he greeted me in a tuxedo. He went to a lot of trouble for this and I was really melted. I actually wanted to please him. But no, I had to use this moment to give that big step I was planning. We talked for a little while, made out for an hour and then he gave me with my anniversary gift: A vibrating dildo. -“Well I was thinking about what you said honey, and I really want to please you. While I get train myself for you, I hope this can help get things going together again” he said sincerely We used the dildo, and between that and his mouth I had the wonderful orgasms and then we cuddled, falling asleep between each other’s arms. He didn’t ejaculate, so I knew he was going to be horny through the night. At around 3am, I felt him get off the bed and heard him enter the bathroom. He was in there for about 5 minutes when then I imagined what he was doing. I suspected he masturbated for release but now it was the time to catch him in the act. I opened the door and saw him and stormed out with indignity. -“You unfaithful bastard! How can you do this to me?” I exclaimed -“I’m so-sorry, le-le-let me explain.” -No! fuck you! There is nothing to explain you cheating asshole! -Cheating?! What the fuck are you talking about? If anyone is doing anything wrong is you! You don’t see for me, you are being a total bitch! With that last word, my hand impulsively slapped hard his face. He just stood there, with watery eyes and an amazed face. “Strip!” I said with a furious face. He did so and then I commandingly ordered him to get put his stomach on top of my thighs once I sat down on the bed. He hesitated, but after seeing my penetrating eyes he knew he had to do it. He rested on my left thigh while I used my right leg to secure his legs from behind and my left hand to secure his head. I started to smack him with my right hand over and over. It was hurting my hand, so once I saw he started crying I stop. Right now it wasn’t about leaving physical marks on him. I would buy something for that later. Right now is about leaving an even deeper mark. A mark on his soul. Once I finished he kneeled before me and hugging my feet he said: -“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” while he cried and babbled. After a couple of minutes I told him to stand up. He obeyed promptly cleaning up the tears from his eyes. I cuffed his hand behind his back with some shackles I sometimes used as foreplay. When I calmed down completely after the spanking I firmly grabbed his testicles, stare at him, and said to him: -“It’s okay hubby, I understand why you did this. You have no self-control. You are a man who does not deserve his wife and you are trying so hard to please her, and yet you can’t. So you masturbate, like a little teen boy. Now you are married to me, and you promised loyalty and utmost respect to me. And this is a lack of both”. Now I would give you a second chance, but I know you have no self-control. Besides, you have probably been masturbating for all of these months. So that only leaves us with one option: I need to control your orgasms. I want you to wear a chastity device and I will hold the key. I will take it off when necessary. Is that understood?” -“Ye-ye-yes, I understand” He said amazed. I noticed his cock was staring to grow as I was saying that to him, so I ordered him to kneel with facing the wall and went for a pack of ice and a CB-2000 I had acquired one month ago waiting for the right time to use it. When I came back, I used the eyes to get his cock limp and put on the CB-2000. Holding his balls again, I continued. -“This is temporal, we will see how adapt to it. I will consider removals for hygiene purposes of course and will control your orgasms. By the way, you better show an excellent behavior and be patient, because you won’t have one in a very long time”.
Chapter 9 – Denial “What the fuck is happening? How could this happen to me?” I thought. The amazing life I had projected one year ago has given a complete turnaround. I figured it would be full of romantic evenings, fun nights out with the friends, working together to make a great living, and having lots of sex. Now, my evenings were pretty much doing all the household duties, Mandy had completely cut me off from seeing my friends (she said they are a bad influence on me), all of my salary went to her purse, and sex consisted practically on me giving her full body massages and oral sex. She always bossed me around the house, disapproved every slight mistake I committed, and demanded perfect behavior from me, or else she would get angry and not speak to me for days. She controlled everything in my life, even my own dick. I couldn’t stand that horrible chastity device she put on me. It hurted when my penis tried to get erect; It was so uncomfortable, specially at nights when I would almost always woke up because of night erections. Once every two or three days, at shower time, she would handcuff my hands behind my back, take off my CB-2000 and cleaned my cock with some sponge while she wear rubber washing gloves; Like if my cock was some disgusting thing. To add to my humiliation, whenever she did that, she adopted a really bitchy attitude. Always hurrying me and ordering me around like if it was such a burden for her to help me clean myself. It completely devastated me, but I had to endure it; it was the only time that thing was ever off my organ, and it was the only moment my penis received any physical touch. Even if it was with rubber gloves, it felt heavenly to feel some contact in my member. I fantasized day and night about Mandy on day griping my dick like she used to before; about entering her and feeling her sweet pussy. But that seemed like a long way from happening. She had made it perfectly clear that was a privilege I had lost. I was trying to be as loving and obliging to her as I could, and even thou the constant state of arousal I had helped, I was starting to get really frustrated about our type of relationship. Two months after, she put me in chastity, she gave a really pleasant surprise: -“Okay hubby, your behavior has improved a lot this couple of months, you have been doing well all of your shores, and you have been really patient. I think you have earned yourself an orgasm.” I must have jumped in excitement or something because she showed a mocking smile. She ordered me to strip, and to kneel before her once she was sitting on the edge of our bed. She was completely naked. -“You may start jacking off”, she said coldly. This was not what I had in mind when she mentioned an orgasm, but I was so desperate to cum I promptly started. -“Ahh, ah. Use your left hand… Slower, slower… Now stop!... okay, you may continue” She was completely controlling the pace at which I masturbated. When I climaxed, a huge load of cum was shot and landed in her legs; starting at her knees, all the way down to her feet. -“Well, aren’t you going to clean that?”, she said in a grouchy way. I was going, to go for some toilet paper, when she stopped me: -“Use your mouth you idiot!” I find that disgusting, but I knew better than not to obey. When I was done, she stood up, and said: -“Now go and prepare me a nice dinner”. I continued behaving the same way, and the next month, the same ritual was followed. It was nice to cum once again, but I knew this was not okay. I was just a little over a year into marriage and it was not possible I could not enjoy my wife and the only way of release I had was masturbating once a month at best. Something had to be done. She had way too much control and it was time to stand up for myself. I never had because I loved and respected her so much, but there is a limit. I would have to fight fire with fire; if she didn’t change, then I didn’t want to be in this marriage any more. I just had to find the way.
Chapter 10 – Consolidation I had measured him, for a new chastity device. Taking it off for cleaning every day was way too much work. Besides I wanted something that would be even more secure. I also wanted a way I could tease him a little bit without taking it of or him having an erection, so I ordered “Watchful Mistress” from Mature Metal with the anti-pullout system included. It was a little expensive, but I didn’t care since he was paying for it. When it arrived, I was planning the way to present it to him when suddenly, the most unexpected thing happened: -“We have to talk”, he said in a serious manner. I just nodded and listened -“Look Mandy, when we got married I had one perspective, and now everything is so different. You are so different. I cannot keep up with tis lifestyle.” -“So, what are you saying” -“I am saying, this has to change, things must go back to normal” -“This is normal, what are you talking about?” “NO! first off all I want you to take this shit off of me, second, you will stop bossing me around, and third, I will stop doing all the house chores and go back at going back at hanging out with my friends and doing my other activities” , he said in a self-confident way. I couldn’t believe that he was actually standing up to me like that at this point. But I guess that’s why I married him. -“Or what?”, I responded daringly -“Or I want out” he said without hesitation to my surprise. A thousand things must has passed through my mind in that moment; I knew I had to do something fast, I had to bring him back under my thumb, so I violently kicked him between his legs. He went down to the ground and started to squirm in fetal position while he groaned and screamed. I grabbed him by his hair and drag him furiously into the bathroom. He was struggling to cooperate because of the pain in his balls, but I pulled strongly until I put him on the shower’s floor. He was looking up to me with a scared face when I lifted my skirt and started to urinate on his face. His humiliation was obvious but he was so subjugated that he took it all. After I was done, I commanded him to lick me clean, which he did while he was crying. Feeling his tears as he serviced me, made gave me a great level of arousal. When I had my orgasm, I told him calmly: -“Clean up, and meet me in the room. You have five minutes” He entered the room while naked with a humbled face and red eyes. I then slapped him hard across his face. He took it, and I slapped him again. When I was going for the third slap he begged me to stop. I made him lay face up in the bed and placed myself on top of him in a way in which my lower knees were pressing his biceps to the bed and my but was resting in between his chest and stomach. -“Listen to me asshole, I don’t want another burst like that ever again, do you understand me?”, I slapped him in his cheek, a little lighter this time just before he answered: -“Yes Mandy, I’m sorry” -“Call me ma’am you worthless piece of shit”, I slapped him again. -“Yes, yes ma’am” -“Things are going to change around here. You will really submit to me now, you listen?”, Slap “We will change every property and asset we have to my sole name, your monthly paycheck will be deposited, to my account, you will keep on doing all the house chores, and specially, you will never have sex with me ever again” I stopped for a minute to contemplate his death scared and defeated face. I reached and gripped his balls from my behind with my right and pulled them a little toward me so y could be more comfortable. Next, I grabbed him by the top of his hair with my left hand and leant so that my eyes met his at a four inch distance. I gave him an intimidating stare and continue: “You know it is fair, since you cannot satisfy me with that pathetic cock of yours. You also know your selfishness has privet you from me of touching and sucking your cock, which you deserve. But in spite of your egoism, I have been pretty condescending to you by letting go of all your little faults and by allowing to masturbate once a month while you admire my body. Now you are required to show me utmost respect, complete obedience, and full subservience. It is your obligation. So if you do not meet to my strict standards, you will be severely punished. On the other hand, you can forget about that little once-a-month-price. Why should I recompense you for doing your duty? The simple honor of servicing me should be enough of a reward.” I stopped to take a breath and to slap him again and then I resumed: “I was keen of having a sex life with you, even if it meant you orally pleasuring me. Well after this incident, I don’t think you are worthy of even that. From now on consider my godlessly pussy out of your life. If I want us to kiss, I kiss you. If I need a hug, I’ll tell you. Other than that, you have lost the privilege of any type of access to my body. You don’t get to touch me; you don’t get to see me naked. Now I have a new gift for you; it is a new chastity device. You will wear it from now on. Since it is made of stainless steel and has the enough openings to clean your cock without taking it off, so there will be no need to release you that often anymore.” I took the CB-2000 off and installed his new cage. After that I instructed him to stand up beside a sofa and place his head in the arm of it leaving his naked butt to the air. Then I started stroking him with a riding crop I had previously acquired. I started counting as I stroked him, and every time he moved, I started over I knew I was leaving him marks that would last him for days, but he needed to be punished. When my count reached to thirty I finalized for the night: “You deserve this and more for bursting out on me like that. You can expect the same treatment tomorrow and the day after that. For now just go to bed, you will have a tough day tomorrow. Oh, by the way, you will sleep on the floor now. You have also lost the right to sleep in my bed”.
Chapter 11 – Complete domination In spite of his little moment of boldness, everything turned out to be great for me. I had completely broken him and had him at my beck and call. The level of subservience he showed was remarkable. But there was something missing. He was afraid of me, which was good; but in order for him to show completely devotion, I needed more than that. He did everything for me, but he did it out of pure intimidation; that is no true loyalty. I needed his fear to be complemented by lust and desire. I knew he was frustrated in his new chastity device, but now I needed him to me in a permanent state of arousal. I needed to be both his goddess and his torturer; his longed muse and his dreadful mistress. Hubby had been in his new chastity cage for a little over two months now. The only time it went off during this period was for three cleanings which I made sure they were not enjoyable for him. Apart from that, I had completely abandoned him emotionally and avoided any type of physical contact with him, so I reckoned any type of attention at this point would be heaven for him. With that being said, one Sunday afternoon, I told him to prepare a nice dinner for both of us. I made a good mood out of the meal, we had a good laughs, talked for a while, until I suddenly surprised him with a long passionate kiss. This only act made him tremble in excitement. After that I rubbed his imprisoned cock through his jeans and told him to go to his bedroom and wait for me lying on the bed completely naked and with his eyes covered. He eagerly did as commanded. I went to my room and changed into my sexiest nightgown and slowly went to his room. When I entered I saw him in the bed with the face of a puppy that expects a treat from his master. I tightly tied him spread eagle to the bed, making sure he couldn’t move one muscle. I went to get the key to his chastity cage and took it off; he immidately became erect. Then I wrapped a tight strap around his cock so I could push him a little bit farther to the edge without him coming, even thou I knew that after two months of not ejaculating, I would have to be very careful to not produce an accident. I started to caress his inner thighs with the tips of my fingers, then slowly approaching his shaft, but never actually touching him. At times I would grab his balls and play a little with them and then return to the previous treatment. He looked crazy in frustration, shaking, panting with his cock throbbing pre-cum; but he didn’t beg. He knew this was such a weird and special privilege and wouldn’t want to risk it by asking for more. I was not touching his dick at all, but at some point, I noticed his level of ecstasy was way too high I didn’t want to risk him coming, so I mounted his face and made him like me to orgasm while I pinched his nipples. This was also a big deal for him because he had not touch or even seen my pussy in over two months. When I was satisfied, I resumed with the former part of my sweet torment. After I climaxed for the fourth time and I had him in tears for over two hours of meticulously teasing, I decided he was now in the state of mind I needed him to be; so while he was crying in desperation I started my conversation: -“How does my sweet little hubby likes this treatment?” I asked in a girlish tone. -“It is amazing ma’am, I really appreciate it ma’am”, he said panting. -“You can call my Mandy, it’s okay. I am glad you appreciate it , This is such a weird reward; you should enjoy it. Now tell me what is in your mind” -“That I love you Mandy” -“Well I love you too hubby. But don’t bullshit me; I know that is not what you are thinking right now. Tell me what you really want, it’s okay” -“Well, to be honest, I am dying for you to touch my penis” -“Hmm, do you think you deserve the privilege of me touching you thing?” -“That is for you to decide Mandy” -“Well, it seems like you know your place. Just for that, I am going to make an exception this time and give you this little reward; just don’t expect it to become a habit.” I slightly touched the sides of his phallus with the tips of my fingers for a couple of seconds; then I did it again and again. He looked like he was in paradise. -“How does that feel, my love?” -“Ohh, whoa… heavenly, ohh, aah…” I must have been performed this method for about thirty seconds, when I all of a sudden a stated sharply: -“Well I think that is enough, back to the cage you go” -“Noo” he whimpered. It was a completely natural and spontaneous reaction. -“No? are you daring telling me what to do?” -“No Mandy, of course not Mandy. It’s just that I was enjoying your celestial touch I couldn’t hold it, I am so sorry ma’am” -“Well, I really have you well conditioned don’t I? I’ll tell you what, I will give you a chance to feel that sensation you have been craving for months, what do you say? -“Oh my God, yes please,” -“Well, what would you do for that?” -“I don’t know” -“You don’t know?! You are not helping your case here hubby” -“I am sorry honey, I meant that I would do anything you want” I started circling the head of his dick with my index finger, and carried on: -“Well, I want you to serve me, to please me, to adore me.” -“Yes, of course, you know I will always do that sweetie” -“Yes darling, but I want it to be real this time, I want you to really submit to my every whim and desire; I want you to abide by my every rule without question, to take my will as law, and to give in to accept my every decision with grace, even if you don’t like it. This time, I want it to be real and forever” -“Mandy, honey, mu goddess: I give in completely to you. I want you to control me and to make me the husband you deserve. You own me completely; I’m yours forever. I quietly stared at him with a loving smile but commanding eyes. I firmly gripped his phallus, and after a few seconds, I gave him five long and slow strokes. -“Do you really want to please me?” -“Yes Mandy I really do, with all my heart” Without letting go of his throbbing member, I continued: -“Well you know you can´t do it with your little witty penis do you? The thing is dear, the dildos and vibrators are not, filling all my needs. I get bored sometimes. I could make you lick me, or fuck me with a strap on, but since that is a privilege you must earn, I cannot wait to see when you are worthy of it. The bottom line is: I need sex darling; the real thing. I need a big man with a huge dick to fulfill my needs. While I have this urge, I will be looking for other men to do this duty, and I need you to accept it and encourage it” His face looked overwhelmed. He just stayed there in denial. It was a dangerous moment, but I was in complete control of the situation. He was mush in my hands and I had him at my mercy. Still grabbing his member, I gently but tightly squeezed his balls with my left hand and kept on: -“This is how it will be, and you will have to be okay with it. Understood”? -“Ye-yes Mandy, if you think that’s the only way.” -“Yes I do. But don’t worry my love, I will never leave you. This is simply to take care of the space you cannot fulfill. You will have you loving wife for the rest of your life” -“Yes Mandy, I understand.” Tears started dripping from his eyes. It was time to wrap it up. I started to stroke his penis alternatingly with my both hands; a little bit less pressure this time and I only applied strokes from base to top. -“I need you to say it sweetie, tell me you are okay with it” -“I am okay with it honey, I just want you to be happy” -“If that is true, then ask me. Ask me to sleep with other men” I lowered the pressure I was applying to his cock even more, but intensified the pace of the strokes -“I want you to sleep with other men Mandy” -“Why?” -“Because I cannot please you and I want you to be pleased in any way” -“Also baby, it wouldn’t be wise that your little dicklet cums every month; I need you horny and frustrated for me. Can you do that? -“Ohh, ohh yes!” -“Beg me, beg sleep with other men while I deny you your own manhood” I said while feeling his excitement .”Please Mandy! I beg you! I beg you to sleep with other men” I firmly gripped shafts once again and starting stroking him, this time finishing the maneuver. Up and down, down and up. At a steady pace, I was raising his arousal, and then, when I felt the first pulsation in his erected member, I let go of it and went to the kitchen for ice and some tissue. When I came back, I wiped off the cum of his cock and stomach and placed the ice on his equipment. He was crying and sobbing in frustration, so I caressed away one of his tears, and told him tenderly: -“I am glad we had this conversation; I am sure it will be great for our relationship. Thanks for your support baby. I hope you enjoyed your reward. After accepting something this big, you deserved it.” Then, right after kissing goodbye his now flaccid cock, I finalized: -“Well congratulations darling, tonight, you earned the honor of sleeping in my bed. But first, this little thingy goes back where it belongs” I re-installed his Watchful Mistress´s cock cage, untied him, and cuddled myself to sleep in his arms.
Chapter 12 – The first time I was really bummed after knowing my immutable future, where my wife denies my practically all type of sexual pleasure and she sleeps with other men. The worst part was that I agreed to it, even begged Mandy for it. She manipulated me masterfully I was still in a bit of denial, but who was I kidding; it was inevitable. By she had so much power and dominance over me I knew I would be condemned to submit to her for life. She let the idea of becoming her cuckold sink in for a couple of weeks. Then she started going out with some girlfriends she made to bars and night clubs on the weekends while I stayed at home doing chores. If I didn’t made them to her expectations she would spank me with a paddle. One night she finally hit me with it: -“So, guess what little hubby? I have found an amazing stud! He is a tall and muscular thirty-five year old black man. I think he will be perfect to fulfil the duty you are not able to do. I am going out with him. I want you to help me get ready.” Like it was a custom now, before she left for her nightly activities, I fixed the shower hot for her and once she was there I set on her bed the clothes she had chosen for the evening. Her instruction tonight was: “Fix me my sexiest clothes”. I grabbed for her a nice short dress and some black lingerie. When I heard the shower was turned down, I entered the restroom and covered her with a towel (with my eyes closed as I am not allowed to see her naked) and escorted her back into her room. When she saw the clothes I had chosen for her, she gave a displeased look and slapped me in the face. -“I told you I wanted my sexiest clothes. Does these look like my sexiest? My lover deserves the best, he is going to do the job you have failed to do as a husband; don’t you think he deserves to have the best presentation of your wife?” -“Yes Mandy, ma’am. Please forgive me.” I rushed back to her wardrobe and fetched a leopard style thong, a black bra made of silk, a short revealing black skirt, her most expensive golden shoes, and a black and an open black blouse that revealed her arms and the upper parts of her breast. -“Well that’s more like it. Now go and fetch me the riding crop. This fault will not go unpunished. Oh, and you can add two more weeks to your current chastity period”, she declared with indifference in her voice. She gave me ten hard smacks with the crop and then proceeded to apply her make-up sitting down on her peignoir while I painted her toe nails while kneeling at her side. She was finally ready and headed for the front door unconcerned about my whereabouts (I was following her to the door). When she opened the door, she halted, grabbed her butt with her left hand, and looking me through her left shoulder she told me with remorselessly: -“This is your wife’s ass, the one you will never have; and now it is going off to another man. Kiss it goodbye hubby” I did as she ordered and listened to what she had to say next: -“I want to see the living kitchen, spotless with a nice late snack when I get back. I will probably be hungry. I also want you to make the laundry, water the backyard, and to clean my room and bathroom. When you are done, come to the door and wait kneeling down until I return” Extending her arm with an air of superioress I kissed her hand while kneeling on one knee as she instructed me the night before and dismissed her: -“I hope you have an amazing time sweetheart, I love you” She simply answered in a cold fashion: -“Make sure to add a cup of wine with my snack.” and left. While I was in the middle of my assigned chores, I received a text message from her; it was a photo of her liking provocatively a big black cock with a caption that said: ”Hey cucky, he really beat you to it lol… Don’t forget my snack” It was really humiliating to see that, but what difference did it make? I was completely dejected by then. When she got back, I was kneeling at the door like she had commanded. When she opened the door I could noticed her face and body expression with a grin of total satisfaction. She then gave me a devious smile, approached toward me, put her right hand on my cheek and greeted: -“Hey cucky” She then grabbed me by my hair with her left hand and pulled my head back. She lifted her mini skirt, placed her pussy in my mouth and without saying a word, she started pouring her lovers semen down my throat. I hesitated for a second, but I was promptly composed as she smacked my cheek with her right hand. When I had consumed all of the disgusting fluids, she looked at my with a big smile and said sarcastically: -“See cucky, whenever good studs get to cum inside my like you never will again, you win too! You get to see and flavor my sweet moistened pussy!” Then she head towards the kitchen mandated: -“Come and massage my feet while I drink my wine. I am famished…”
Chapter 13 – Subjugated for life Our next four years of marriage were pretty much the same: in weekdays, I returned from home, prepare us dinner, and ended up the evening massaging her feet and back; then she just masturbated with her vibrating dildo while I performed some quick night chores she assigned me. On weekends, she would go out on dates or parties with her friends while I made the laundry and cleaned the house. Every once in a while we would go out as a couple to meet some of her friends or family; we always kept our lifestyle a secret, although she still dominated me in public. By the way, I was not allowed to see my friends anymore and I Mandy only let me see my family on holydays and on my birthday. She punished my by every infraction I did no matter how little. She would once a week spank me with a wooden paddle or whip me with her riding crop; the severity of the punishment depended on how grave my faults were. For more spontaneous punishments, she would just slap my face or knee me in the testicles. She found a great way to avoid me displaying any sort of discontent whenever she bossed me around or asked me to do something I hated: She would simple whip me all the way to the bed where she would tie me spread eagle. Then she would grip my balls and we I was forced to debate with her trying to prove my point as why she should not treat me like that; she would squeeze me at her whim and mood depending of my argumentation. It always ended with her crushing my testicles so hard until I almost pass out. “It doesn’t matter if you become sterile, it is not like you are going to have sex and have kids anyway”, she always said. She also used this treatment or the one where she kneels in my chest and starts slapping my face as a way of persuading me of confessing little secret faults I had made, which of course I will be punished later for them. Sexually, she kept true to her word… in almost everything. I rarely saw her naked and only got to lick her pussy when it was full of cum of another man. She was keen to let me encaged without any sort of sexual pleasure, but she decided I needed a little “sweet torment” to stay weak and subservient to her. So, besides my weekly cleanings she would tease me for a few minutes once or twice a month. She would just touch and fondle my balls and inner thighs and gave minimal contact to my cuck, just touching it with her fingertips and nails. If I was good, she would from time to time, give me a few firm strokes with her hand and then back to the cage. Once a year she would insert the head of my penis in her pussy for a few seconds. She had decided on never allowing me inside her again, but eventually reconsidered that I needed to be reminded what I am missing and what will never be mine to fuck. I rarely got to orgasm. She decided to implement a system in which I had four attempts a year to masturbate (one every three months). Here is the catch though: I had five points at the beginning of each cycle; she could take one away by any way I upset. If I was out of points, I would lose that chance in that month. To add to my misery, she would only allow me to masturbate for the amount of points I had left, being a minute per point; also, I had to do it, with my left hand only and I and she would control the pace by ordering me to intensify, slow down, or stop. She of course ruined a lot of my orgasms, but it was best to obey her, because the punishment for not doing so was strict 24/7 confinement for six months before starting the next cycle (This happened once and she did not give me any mercy at all). Almost six years into our marriage, she decided she wanted to have a baby. Obviously having mine was out of the question so she got herself a Germanic stud to impregnate her. We decided that I would love him as my own son and that we would never tell him how he was procreated. After he was born, Mandy quitted her job, and became a stay-at-home housewife (although she never did any house chores). With the baby, her sexual appetite diminished so she now only goes out to fool around once every month or two. We have been married now for ten glorious yet tormenting years. She has gained about fifteen pounds and shortened her hair but remains as beautiful as ever. I besides wet dreams a couple of times and my little accident, I have only ejaculated eleven times in eight years and only five of them were full orgasms. I sometimes feel bad that a woman has such power over it, but I can’t help it. I don’t know if it is the fear of her hurting me, the humiliation she makes me endure, the lust for her body, or the craving of her love but I am just anchored to her. Besides everything, I love her with all my heart and will spend the rest of my life at her service and mercy.
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