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Stories by Robert Anthony

2015 - Frustration
2015 - Punishing Scott's Balls

2014 - Once a Month - Part Two
2014 - Strap-On Submission
2014 - Daniel Strokes for his Mistress

2013 - Katherine's New Game

2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part One
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Two
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Three
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Four

2011 - A New Approach to an Old Problem
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH1
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH2
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH3
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH4
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH5
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH6
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH7
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH8
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH9
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH10
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH11
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH12
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH13
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH14
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH15
2011 - Oliver Accepts His Place
2011 - Once a Month
2011 - The Conversation
2011 - The Next Step
2011 - Thirty Seven Days

2010 - A Game of Tease and Denial
2010 - A Game with Dice
2010 - More Fun with Dice
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH1
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH2
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH3
2010 - The Longest Week
2010 - The Twelfth Day

2009 - By Invitation
2009 - Option 'A' or 'B'

2008 - Submission Time Again
2008 - The Anniversary

2006 - Owned! - CH1
2006 - Owned! - CH2
2006 - Owned! - CH3
2006 - Owned! - CH4
2006 - Owned! - CH5
2006 - Owned! - CH6
2006 - Owned! - CH7
2006 - Owned! - CH8

2003 - You'll Get Your Reward
2003 - Your Choice

1999 - Domination at Home
1999 - Mistress Claudia's Cumslut


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Frustration (written June 2015)

Nick dropped his keys onto the table beside the front door, it had been a long day and he was really looking forward to a relaxing bath and his evening meal. He removed his coat and turned to hang it on the hook on the other side of the door, his wife’s coat was already there since she always got home before he did.
He turned to move towards the kitchen, only to find Samantha blocking his path. Before he could say a word she walked straight past him and called over her shoulder, ‘Slave, come with me.’
Nick turned instantly to follow his wife and Mistress, feeling his cock stirring as he admired the sight of her sexy body gliding down the hallway in front of him. Nick was still in his suit and tie, but Samantha had changed since she had arrived home. Now she wore a very tight mini dress that clung to her like cling film, accentuated every beautiful curve, and left it perfectly clear that she wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath it.
The dress was dark blue and contrasted perfectly with her long blonde hair. The only other thing Samantha was wearing besides her necklace was a pair of very slutty, very high heeled patent leather sandals and it was this above everything that really held Nick’s attention, at least for the moment.
By his own admission Nick had a major foot fetish, and though she had found it a little weird at first, once Samantha had gotten used to the idea, she grew to enjoy having him down on his knees, kissing her feet and sucking her pretty toes. Once Nick had come clean about that particular fetish things progressed quite rapidly and their relationship soon developed into one where Samantha was in control of Nick’s cock, to the point that for the last two and a half years he had been locked inside one kind of chastity device or another.
They’d started with the CB-3000, but its shortcomings soon became apparent and one day it split right down the seam (as many do), very nearly causing Nick a lot of damage. Despite an attempted repair, it became clear that if they wanted to carry on down this road then the only way to go was to invest in a metal device.
Samantha sat down at one end of their sofa, as she crossed her toned legs her mini-dress rode higher up her thighs until Nick was almost certain he could just catch a tiny glimpse of her perfectly smooth pussy. Nick adored his wife’s pussy and spent an awful lot of his time with his face pressed between her gorgeous thighs, much to her delight.
Nick stood in front of her, slightly awkwardly, awaiting instructions.
“Strip,” was all Samantha needed to say, and she eased back to watch as her husband slowly removed his clothes and folded them neatly into a pile. When she had first ordered him to strip, he had discarded his clothes carelessly, but a session with a paddle had soon corrected that particular failing.
Once Nick was naked, save for the metal chastity device surrounding his cock, Samantha ordered him onto his knees.
“You love these shoes, don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress, they look amazing on your beautiful feet.”
“Kiss them slave, show me how much you love them.”
Nick leaned forward and gently started to worship both his Mistress’s feet and her exquisite shoes. Within seconds he could feel himself straining against the steel tube wrapped around his cock, but Nick refused to let himself be distracted from the task at hand. Another lesson well learned from a previous paddling.
“How many days has it been since I allowed you to cum slave?” asked Samantha, looking down at Nick the way any woman in her position might.
“Eighty-six days, Mistress.”
“Eighty-six is it…” mused Samantha. “Those poor balls must be aching now, even though I did milk you about a month ago.”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”
“Yes it was very kind of me to do that for you wasn’t it? Even though it was frustrating for you at the time. You really thought I was going to let you cum didn’t you, right up to the moment when I let go. You should have seen your face, it was priceless.”
Nick didn’t answer, but continued to pepper Samantha’s pretty feet and shoes with heartfelt kisses.
“Can you still remember the taste of all that ruined cum slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I can.”
“You were so desperate to taste it weren’t you slave, so eager… like a proper little cum slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I know you crave it slave, when you’ve been denied… your training has made sure of that. Since I started making you eat it every time you came, your mind has started to associate the taste with pleasure… so that now you crave the taste in the hope that pleasure will accompany it.”
Samantha used her foot to push Nick away for a second, before switching her legs over, briefly offering a clearer glimpse of her naked, shaved pussy.
“Of course, sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn’t… but either way I love watching you lick your cum up and swallow it for me, like the good little cumwhore I’ve trained you to be.”
Nick felt the first flushes of embarrassment colouring his cheeks.
“A few more years of training and who knows what you might be prepared to do to satisfy your appetite. Have you thought about that slave? Have you considered how far you might be prepared to go, how far you might be willing to degrade yourself for me?”
Nick’s cock throbbed in its metal prison, he loved it when she talked like this.
“Have you ever thought about swallowing a mouthful of cum, while your poor denied cock remains securely locked away… throbbing desperately and aching for release. Hmm…?”
Nick grunted as he pictured what his wife was portraying. It wasn’t the first time she had described such a scenario, but he still felt embarrassed and humiliated all the same.
 “But where would we find such an eager cock, ready to be sucked… perhaps another slave, another poor chastity slave, denied for weeks on end? After all, imagine if I gave you the choice to stay locked for another eighty days or to pump your load down another slave’s throat, which would you choose?”
“I’m not sure Mistress…”
Samantha smiled, amused by his response.
“Mmm… maybe I should be looking for another Mistress to correspond with, perhaps we’ll be able to help each other out in the future. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“If it pleases you Mistress.”
Samantha watched Nick for a while, both of them acutely aware that his cock was as hard as it could get while still trapped in the metal tube.
“You love it when I’m cruel to you don’t you? You love the thought of being made to do things you’d never dream of doing on your own… humiliating things. Like when I make you wear a butt plug all day, or when I bend you over and fuck your tight little asshole, just for the fun of it.”
“Yes Mistress,” breathed Nick, his cock painfully squashed inside the tube.
“Well I hope your cock isn’t getting too hard thinking about what I might have you do in the future slave… because after all, you should be concentrating firmly on my beautiful feet. Shouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”
Samantha ran her beautifully manicured fingers slowly down her silky smooth leg, her pussy was getting quite wet now and she was looking forward to feeling Nick’s skilled tongue, but for now she was happy to let the tension build between her thighs.
“Take them off now,” said Samantha. “I want you to worship my feet properly.
Nick carefully removed Samantha’s expensive sandals and then began kissing and sucking his Mistress’s beautiful feet with renewed vigour.
“That’s better,” she said, laying back a little more as she enjoyed the feeling of having each of her pretty toes individually licked and sucked.
Samantha reached up and began playing with the key that hung around her neck. Eighty six days was perhaps long enough, maybe she should let him out and allow him to sate his appetite for cum.
“You’re doing a wonderful job there slave, I think I might have to unlock your cock as a reward… would you like that?”
“Oh yes please Mistress,” Nick begged through a mouthful of toes.
Samantha chuckled to herself, imagining the warmth of his hot cum spattering across her pretty feet, quickly followed by his lips and tongue as he cleaned them and swallowed every tiny morsel of spunk at her command. She was going to enjoy this…
“Do you think you deserve to be unlocked and allowed to stroke your cock for me?”
Nick lifted his head slightly and took a breath before responding.
“It’s not for me to say Mistress.”
Samantha smiled at his answer and then continued to watch him lavish attention on her pretty feet. Her pussy was very wet now and she was half tempted to just pull his head between her thighs and tell him to lick her to orgasm. But no, she had a plan and she was going to stick to it.
She used her foot to push Nick away and then leant forward, giving her husband a perfect view of her cleavage and perhaps more importantly the key dangling around her neck.
“See anything you like?” she smirked.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good, now stand up.”
Nick rose to his feet immediately, presenting his caged cock for her inspection. She reached out and traced her fingertips over his swollen balls.
“There’s got to be a lot of cum in these poor balls, hasn’t there…. especially the way I’ve been teasing you lately.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I know you crave the taste when you’re horny, but I know you’re probably a little scared of just how much cum you might have to slurp up and swallow, you know… when you’ve been allowed to cum ‘properly’ and suddenly you don’t feel so horny anymore. That’s when you start to have second thoughts isn’t it, and the more you hesitate the colder it gets… is that why it tastes so much better from inside my pussy, because it stays nice and warm?”
“Partly Mistress… and because it tastes better when it’s mixed with your delicious pussy juice.”
Samantha reached between Nick’s legs and slid a finger up between his cheeks, her fingertip pressing gently against his asshole. She moved her head forward and took the smooth metal tube in her mouth, sucking his chastity device as she looked up at him. The frustration on Nick’s face was obvious and brought a fresh rush of juice to her already soaked pussy.
“Do you remember when I used to kneel on the floor in front of you and suck your cock like a good little wife? How I used to let you fuck my mouth and shoot down my throat… or pull out and cum on my face and tits? That seems soooo long ago doesn’t it?”
Nick could only grunt in agreement, the mental image of his beautiful wife sucking his cock and gently squeezing his balls as he unloaded in her mouth still burned in his memory but felt almost like a dream, like it never really happened…
“Would you like to do that again?”
Nick looked down at her, trembling slightly at the thought of being once again allowed to use her mouth for his own pleasure.
Samantha licked the tip of the steel chastity tube while looking him right in the eyes.
“Can you imagine what I might make you do to earn that reward slave?”
Nick gulped and shook his head softly, his throat suddenly dry.
“No, neither can I…. but I’m working on it.”
Samantha pulled her head back and lifted herself up slightly, she took hold of the key with her right hand and the small padlock that secured Nick’s chastity device with her left and brought the two together. There was a small click as the hasp of the padlock sprang up, and then Samantha removed the key and allowed it to fall back between her breasts.
“So close to being free now slave, all it takes is to twist the padlock and pull it free and your tube will slide off… or I could just click it shut again.”
Samantha held the small padlock between her finger and thumb illustrating just how simple it would be to look him up again.
“But you don’t want me to do that do you slave?”
“No Mistress, please don’t…” Nick’s voice was ragged and desperate.
Samantha let go of the padlock and resumed her previous reclined pose, her legs crossed once more.
“Take it off.”
Nick reached down and slipped the padlock from the retaining ring on top of his chastity cage, Samantha rarely removed the padlock herself, but she always, always snapped it shut when it was time to put it back on.
The chastity tube started to separate from the retaining ring as Nick’s cock started to push it away. He gently pulled it forward and eased it off, leaving his cock free to harden fully. They both knew it would be almost impossible to remove the retaining ring as well, especially as it effectively acted like a cock ring, making Nick’s engorged stalk even harder than normal.
“That’s how I like to see my property, rock hard and aching for release…” purred Samantha. “Now get on your knees, where you belong.”
Nick quickly sank to his knees, his eyes naturally falling on her beautiful, outstretched foot.
“Now, stroke it for me…. gently.”
Nick curled his fingers around his pulsing cock for what seemed the first time in ages and slowly began to stroke.
“Slowly, don’t rush it… just think about how good it’s going to feel when I finally let you pump all that cum out…”
Nick breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on Samantha’s delicious toes, he would do just about anything to spurt his load over that gorgeous foot right now.
“…your balls will tighten and you’ll get that indescribable feeling of being close, so close to cumming, like so many times before, only this time I won’t make you stop…”
Nick’s hand started to quicken on his shaft, the pleasure rising as he gripped just a little tighter. Samantha noticed, but didn’t challenge him on it.
“…you’ll keep pumping harder and harder until you cross that threshold, that point of no return, where nothing you can do will stop it, and all I could hope to do is ruin it for you…”
Nick grunted loudly.
“...but I’m not going to ruin you today, I promise you that much. You will not have a ruined orgasm today, unless you bring it on yourself…”
Nick’s eyes were closed now, his hand pumping hard.
“That’s right, stroke it good and hard for me, I want you to get yourself close now.”
Nick’s hand pumped harder and tighter as he felt the pleasure growing, the edge getting closer and closer. He knew full well she wouldn’t let him cum without some serious edging first, but he also knew that it would make it that much sweeter when she finally allowed him to cum.
“Tell me when you’re close slave.”
Nick continued stroking his cock until he felt the edge suddenly approaching, faster than he anticipated.
“I’m close Mistress,” he blurted.
“Let go!” ordered Samantha.
Nick’s hand released his cock immediately and he took a few seconds to catch his breath before opening his eyes. Samantha lifted her foot and pressed the underside against his lips, then watched as Nick obediently kissed the sole of her foot, his cock throbbing and bobbing as he did so.
“You really do love my pretty feet don’t you slave, I think you would do just about anything for them wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” slurred Nick from behind her foot.
“Hmm, do you remember how I used to stand on your cock slave, I haven’t done that in a long time have I? Would you like me to stand on your cock again, so you can feel my sole crushing your cock against the seat of a chair or a table-top?”
Before he could answer Samantha pulled her foot away and ordered him to resume stroking.
“Well I think we both know the answer to that one don’t we…”
“Yes Mistress.”
Nick’s fingers curled around his aching cock once more and he began to stroke. He allowed his eyes to wander up his wife’s silky-smooth legs and imagined her spreading her legs to expose her shaven pussy to him. In his vision Samantha would reach down between her legs and touch herself unselfconsciously, proudly even, knowing how much her body turned him on and how desperately he wanted to taste her or penetrate her with his cock.
“I’m getting close Mistress,” he breathed hoarsely.
Samantha waited a few seconds before ordering him once again to stop stroking and let go. After a few seconds Samantha ordered him to edge again. She repeated this several times, each time making him hold the edge longer before allowing him to stop. Finally she decided he needed a break.
“Stand up.”
Nick climbed to his feet, thankful for the break from constantly edging his poor cock. Samantha leaned forward, then reached out a hand and grabbed Nick’s balls. She pulled him closer by his tight sack and then flicked out her tongue to taste the clear precum that was oozing from his cockhead.
“Mmmmm, nothing tastes sweeter than a denied cock.”
Samantha’s fingers squeezed harder around Nick’s balls as she teased the slit of his cock, searching for more of the clear, sweet fluid.
“Get back on your knees,” she ordered as she released his balls from her grip.
Nick sank back onto the carpet, his cock still rock hard and aching for attention.
“What were you thinking about when you edged slave, was it my perfect feet… or was it something else?”
“Something else Mistress.”
“And what might that have been slave?”
“Your gorgeous pussy Mistress.”
“I see…. do you want to be allowed to see my beautiful pussy as you stroke for me?”
“Yes Mistress, please…” Nick almost croaked.
Samantha slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, just enough so that Nick could catch a glimpse of her wet lips between her thighs.
“Better start stroking again slave.”
Nick was soon at the edge again and warned his Mistress accordingly.
“Beg me to let you stop.”
“Please Mistress, please let me stop stroking my cock….”
Samantha waited even longer this time and then nodded her head sharply. Relieved, Nick released his cock, his breathing rapid and shallow, his cock angry and throbbing.
Samantha looked down at her husband, her nipples were like bullets under her dress and her pussy was soaked, again the feeling came over her to grab his head and shove it between her thighs, she needed to feel his expert tongue on her clit so badly, but not just yet… she had to keep going as planned.
“Too much for you slave,” Samantha said, crossing her legs once again, her thigh muscles tightening and brushing against her sensitive pussy.
Nick looked disappointed.
“Edge for me slave, I want you really close this time.”
Nick’s hand closed around his cock again, he knew it wasn’t going to take many strokes before he was edging again so he took it a little slower. Samantha watched his every move then started to pile on the verbal pressure.
“Yes, I definitely need to start being crueller to you… there’s so many ways I could make you suffer for me, so many dilemmas I could force you into. For instance, I could keep you chaste for a very long time, and then offer you the chance to cum, but only if you used Deep Heat as lube… can you imagine what that would feel like slave? The intense, burning heat on your cock and balls as you jerked your cock for me… and the agony once you’d cum and reality kicked back in. Even if I allowed you to wipe it off, it wouldn’t help much, you’d just have to wait for it to wear off… and of course, I’d still expect you to clean up your mess for me, just like always…”
“I’m, I’m close Mistress!” stammered Nick.
“Ride it out, but don’t you dare cum…” spat Samantha, opening her legs wide so that her dress rode up around her waist, her clean shaven pussy fully exposed for the first time.
“Show me you can take it, just keep it right there, I want you one stroke away from cumming.”
Samantha allowed her right hand to fall between her thighs and her middle finger pressed easily between her wet lips. Samantha’s mouth opened and a breath of pleasure escaped her throat. She gently teased her pussy for a few seconds longer and then lifted her finger to her own mouth, sucking the juice from her finger tip.
“I bet you’d give anything to be able to do that, wouldn’t you… anytime you wanted?”
Nick nodded his head, completely unable to speak, his jaw quivering violently with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“Do you want to be allowed to stop?”
“Please… Mistress,” he just about managed to drag the words from the back of his throat.
Samantha leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, their eyes locked as she reached out and her fingertips closed around his left nipple. She squeezed it hard and released, then squeezed it harder.
“I love seeing you like this, so desperate, so obedient, so fucking malleable… I am going to treat you so badly, and you are going to love me for it aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to become the Mistress of your dreams, and possibly your nightmares too. Is that what you want slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Nick’s words were barely audible now, such was the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“Then let go… let go of your cock.”
Nick released his cock, which remained stone hard and jerked involuntarily, desperately trying to force the cum to rise from his balls without the necessary stimulation.
“Thank you Mistress,” gasped Nick as he fought for breath.
“I told you I wasn’t going to ruin your orgasm today slave, and I meant it. But as much as I want to see you stroke your cock for me, as much as I want to feel your hot creamy load spattering across my beautiful feet, and as much as I want to watch you clean it all up and swallow it down for me… more than all that, I want to lock your cock back up and keep you just like this. I want to keep you frustrated and horny, desperate for whatever pleasure I allow you.”
Samantha parted her legs again and grabbed the back of Nick’s head, forcing it down between her legs as she pushed her pussy forwards to the edge of the seat.
“Eat me slave, make me cum… make me cum hard.”
Nick collapsed onto all fours and buried his tongue inside his Mistress, the delicious taste overwhelming him and almost pushing him over the edge. As much as he wanted to cum, as much as he craved the taste of his own release, nothing gave him greater pleasure than feeling his Mistress cumming hard under his tongue.
Samantha ground her pussy against his face as he licked her clit, Nick couldn’t remember her being hornier in all the time they’d been together. Then she bucked hard against him, her hands tight around his head, fucking his face as she came harder than she could ever remember.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…. OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It seemed to go on forever, but finally Samantha’s muscles started to relax and Nick gulped down lungfuls of air, his face red and smeared with his Mistress’s juices. He looked down at his cock, which was still rock hard, the head an angry purple colour, he needed to cum so badly at that point that for just a moment he thought about climbing on top of his wife, holding her down and forcing his cock inside her wet, sloppy cunt. Just like he used to back in the old days, before all this madness started.
But then the moment passed, Samantha closed her legs and brushed her dress back down to cover herself up and then rolled over on the sofa so that she was lying on her side facing him.
“That was fantastic…” she breathed, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Nick smiled and felt the warm glow of her satisfaction that only a deeply submissive man can ever understand.
“I mean it though, we’ve been playing at this long enough, I want to push you much, much harder… do you think you can handle it?”
Nick paused a second, his lips felt suddenly dry.
“Yes Mistress…”
“Good, I’m pleased to hear it…. Now go get some ice, I want to lock your cock back up before I change my mind.”


Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Punishing Scott's Balls (written May 2015)

Emma smiled at herself in the dressing table mirror, her blood red lipstick making her reflection look oddly unfamiliar. Emma never wore red lipstick, except when she was playing the role of her husband’s Mistress, which was probably why it had such a marked effect on him. Scott loved to see Emma with red lipstick, partly because he subconsciously connected the colour with his own much-anticipated submission, while for Emma it was part of the ‘costume’ she put on when she wanted to assume the role of her husband’s domme.
Emma stood and turned to admire herself in the full length mirror on the wall opposite her dressing table. The cupless PVC basque she had decided to wear was one of Scott’s favourites, and she knew he would appreciate her wearing it for him. Emma’s smallish breasts fitted her athletic frame perfectly, and Scott appreciated seeing them whenever she allowed him to. She wondered if he would have the same appreciation for everything she was planning to do to him tonight.
A pair of expensive lacy panties and fine, black fishnet stockings completed Emma’s outfit and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but slide her hand inside her underwear and then her middle finger between her freshly shaved pussy lips. She was soaking wet already, just thinking about what she was going to do to her submissive husband.
As her wet fingertip found her clit she let out a sharp breath and closed her eyes, she needed to cum so badly, but while she could easily have brought herself off, she knew that she would cum so much harder if she had the patience to wait just a little while longer. Emma had been fidgeting all day as she played out the evening in her head over and over again and now she was getting a little desperate for her release.
The idea of Emma being ‘desperate’ to cum would no doubt have amused Scott. It had been almost seven weeks since Emma had last allowed him to cum, a memorable occasion for Scott as he had been granted the rare treat of pumping his creamy load into her delicious pussy. Knowing that he would be expected to clean his Mistress’s pussy only added to the experience for Scott and once he had finished cumming inside her, Emma had ordered him onto his back and straddled his face. With Scott’s cum already dripping from inside her, Emma ground her wet, slippery pussy against his lips and tongue until she exploded violently, leaving his face drenched in sweat, his cum and her juices.
Now he was tied down to their bed, waiting for her to reveal the special treat she had been promising for days. He had no idea what she had in store for him, but he hoped that it would include the opportunity to worship Emma’s gorgeous asshole with his tongue. Scott adored licking Emma’s ass and just thinking about it made his thick cock swell against his thigh.
Scott licked his dry lips and heard footsteps approaching and then the unmistakeable creak of the bedroom door opening. He turned his head to see his gorgeous Mistress all dressed up for him, his cock twitching as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts contrasting with the black PVC of her basque, while her red lipstick emphasised her transition from wife to Mistress.
Emma walked up the side of the bed, admiring Scott’s taut physique. He had been a little shabby when they had met, but she had soon whipped him into shape. Now he spent almost as much time at the gym as she did and his diet was much improved, though he was still reluctant to ditch the beer completely.
Despite looking very feminine, with her long blond hair tied into a wild pony-tail, when Scott first saw Emma she was beating three barrels out of a punch bag. He watched her for a while, feeling his cock swell slightly as he admired her well defined, lightly tanned legs, her high cut shorts offering just a glimpse of the curve of her ass. Scott found her athletic, slightly muscular form incredibly erotic and he was unable to look away until she turned his way and he became suddenly self-conscious and quickly returned to his free weights, picking up one that was slightly too heavy for him but struggling on in case she was now watching him.
Back then he was the kind of guy who turned up at the gym once a fortnight, did just enough to convince himself he wasn’t wasting his money, showered and went straight to the pub. But in the weeks after seeing her for the first time, Scott found himself spending many evenings at the gym, hoping to catch her there again.
The next time Scott caught sight of her he managed to pluck up the courage to talk to her, but it took a couple of months, and many hours of hard work with the weights before he managed to secure a first date. By that time he was spending a lot of time at the gym and the results were beginning to show, and of course once Emma got hold of him and gave him the right kind of encouragement, things really stepped up a gear.
The Femdom side of their relationship blossomed from a conversation they had one day when Emma asked if Scott thought she was getting too muscular. Scott reassured her that she still looked feminine and added that he had always found ‘powerful’ looking women attractive. Emma thought it interesting that he used the word ‘powerful’ rather than perhaps ‘athletic’ and she began to wonder if he was trying to tell her something…
She made a joke about him fancying Russian shot-putters, and Scott thought that was the end of it, but later that night Emma started teasing Scott about wanting a woman who could dominate him while she was giving him a handjob… and it didn’t escape her notice that the more she talked about dominating him the harder his cock (and his breathing) became.
“Is that what you really want Scott,” she whispered as she stroked him hard. “You want me to dominate you…?”
Scott didn’t even manage to get a single word out before his cock exploded in her hand, laces of cum spurting impressively as she milked every last ounce of spunk from his churning balls.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smirked.
And so began a rewarding, but sometimes difficult journey to where they were now. Married for four years, and still exploring and pushing their Femdom relationship to new heights, Scott was now forbidden to cum without Emma’s express permission. As yet they hadn’t decided whether or not to fully embrace the chastity lifestyle by purchasing a device. Emma was keen on the idea of having the key to her husband’s cock around her neck, but at the same time she liked to feel his throbbing cock press against her at night. Sometimes Emma would fall asleep with her hand wrapped around Scott’s cock, simply holding it while her husband’s whimpers of frustration accompanied her into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Scott too was undecided. On the one hand he really loved the idea of being locked, and having his pleasure completely under Emma’s control. He could see that the experience of having his cock totally off-limits would make the times when he was released much more intense, but at the same time, while he was forbidden to cum without permission, he was still free to stroke his cock whenever he wanted and the thought of giving that up completely was hard for him to accept.
–    –   –
A breath escaped Scott’s lips as he felt Emma’s hand slide gently up from just above his knee to the top of his thigh and rest there, just a few inches from his rapidly swelling cock.
“You look beautiful Mistress,” whispered Scott.
Emma did not reply immediately, but allowed a slight smile to cross her lips for a brief moment.
“I hope you still find me beautiful when I’ve finished with you slave… I’ve been promising you something special and I don’t think you’re going to forget this in a hurry.”
Emma traced a finger across to the base of his shaft, letting it ride over the rubber ring that was encircling his cock and balls and up his rapidly hardening length. She circled the tip, then allowed her hand to fall between Scott’s thighs and slid her fingers around his tight ball-sack until they were surrounding the two orbs the way you might hold an apple. She applied a little pressure and watched, amused as Scott’s cock jerked violently upwards.
“You like it when I squeeze your balls like that don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” Scott breathed.
“Would you like me to squeeze them harder slave?”
“If… if it pleases you Mistress.”
Emma smiled at the answer, knowing Scott’s predilection for Female dominance and CBT fantasies and wondered just how far she could push him before he used his safe-word. She bent down so that her face was right next to Scott’s, close enough that she could almost kiss him full on the lips if she wanted to, and whispered…
“I am so fucking wet right now, thinking about what I’m going to do to you. I think I could cum in a minute flat if I wanted to.”
Scott groaned and his cock twitched eagerly, desperate for attention, but Emma’s fingers remained fixed around his full, swollen balls, squeezing periodically. Then Emma turned and dragged her tongue across his chest until it found his left nipple. She flicked it twice and then gently bit it, increasing the pressure slowly until Scott winced in pain. She let go and then leaned across his torso so that she could repeat the same move on his other nipple.
“I bet you could too…” she teased, knowingly.
Scott’s cock was rock hard now, straining for attention, while Emma pulled his balls downwards, making his cock even harder as the skin was pulled tighter and tighter. He felt her move lower and then the warmth of her mouth as it gently closed around his cock and sucked him inside. Emma forced her head down onto his meat, taking as much of his cock inside her mouth as she could, greedily devouring the taste of his thick, hard shaft and just the slightest hint of precum. Emma loved the taste of a hard, throbbing cock in her mouth, and if it was denied and desperate then so much the better.
Scott grunted and tensed against his bonds anew as Emma pulled even harder on his balls, stretching the skin ready for the next stage of tonight’s fun. Her free hand was back between her legs as she sucked him, massaging her pussy as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. She continued sucking Scott’s cock, using her tongue on the sensitive spot under the head until she felt him getting close to the edge, then stopped.
Scott felt the cool air hitting his cock as it was released from between her lips and seconds later Emma had mounted the bed and straddled his face. She was still wearing her expensive lacy panties and Scott could smell her beautiful pussy as she ground it against his nose, lips and chin. Unable to wait any longer, Emma reached down and pulled her underwear aside, then pressed her pussy back down against Scott’s face and eager tongue.
She was soaking wet and Scott knew this was no time for subtlety. He flicked her clit with his tongue as hard and fast as he could manage and after a few seconds Emma’s tight body shook violently against him as she experienced a massive, mind-blowing orgasm.
“That… was fucking incredible,” she gasped as she kissed Scott, enjoying the taste of her pussy on his lips and leaving a trace of red behind as she slid further down his body until her sodden pussy was just inches away from Scott’s aching prick.
After a few moments to catch her breath, Emma slid down a little further until her slick pussy was just touching the tip of Scott’s cock.
“How badly do you want to fuck me right now?”
Scott exhaled loudly as he pictured in his mind the image of his poor throbbing stalk sliding between Emma’s wet, silky smooth pussy lips.
“I want it so much, you have no idea Mistress…” he almost croaked.
“Poor slave, so close… I bet you can feel the warmth of my hot, wet pussy through my panties can’t you. Does that frustrate you? Well, that’s the idea isn’t it. Maybe I’ll let you have just a little bit more…”
Emma reached between her legs, moved her underwear aside a second time and then fed just the tip of Scott’s throbbing cock inside her and stopped again. She smiled as she felt him try to push up inside her but lifted herself up just enough to keep him exactly where she wanted him. Scott held his midsection up as high as he could for as long as he could, but eventually he had to let it drop and give up the scant couple of inches of velvet pussy that Emma had allowed him. He grunted in frustration as his cock fell back against his stomach.
“Oh slave, you are so very bad. You should have waited, shouldn’t you? I was going to ride your lovely hard cock… but now I’m going to have to punish you instead.”
Emma slipped off the bed and opened a drawer in the bedside table. She took out a device constructed of Perspex, with two rods running in parallel with a small plate of the clear plastic material fastened together with threaded rods and wingnuts.
“As you made me cum so nicely, I was going to allow you to lick my ass… and if you’d done that particularly nicely I might even have let you jerk off on it. But now… well, now you’re going to have to earn your treat all over again, and that’s not going to be easy…”
Emma held the device up so that Scott could see it clearly.
“Do you know what this is slave?”
Scott gave an audible intake of breath as saw the device and realised what it meant.
“Yes Mistress, I’ve… I’ve seen one before… in a video.”
“Good, then at least you have some idea of what to expect,” her voice trembled with excitement as she spoke, clearly very turned on at the thought of hurting her husband’s balls for her own amusement.
She dragged her nails up the underside of Scott’s prick before slapping it hard several times. Scott grunted with each harsh slap, and then looked down as Emma circled his balls with her thumb and forefinger. She pulled steadily on the sack, stretching the skin again before feeding his balls one at a time between the Perspex rods and then tightening the wingnuts so that his balls were firmly held between the rods and the main plate.
“I know how badly you want to worship my beautiful ass, which is why I haven’t allowed you to do it for the last few weeks. I wanted to make sure you were really, really desperate… you are desperate to worship my beautiful asshole aren’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I want it so bad…”
“I’m pleased to hear it slave, I love that you want it so bad. Especially since that means you’ll be more than willing to really work for it.”
Emma pressed a fingernail into one of Scott’s tightly held balls and smiled as he winced quietly.
“These poor balls are so swollen and full aren’t they? Remind me slave, how long is it since you were given the honour of filling my beautiful pussy with cum and licking it clean?”
“Forty seven days Mistress,” Scott replied, briefly reliving the memory in his head.
“You loved that didn’t you, you love licking my pussy when it’s full of your cum, isn’t that right slave?”
“I love licking your pussy at any time Mistress,” Scott corrected.
“Yes, I know slave, you adore my pussy don’t you, my beautiful silky smooth pussy… but it’s extra special when it’s full of cum isn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress,” breathed Scott.
Emma slipped her fingers inside her drenched pussy again, making sure that they were well coated with her juices. She moved up the bed and slipped her fingers into his mouth, then bent down so that she could whisper into his ear.
“Hmm, that’s it slave, swallow that gorgeous juice… I know it’s not the same as cleaning a nice load out of me, but you still love it don’t you….”
“Yes Mistress, you always taste wonderful, especially when you’ve just cum.”
“That’s good slave, but I wonder… I know you love the thought of licking my pussy when it’s full of hot, creamy cum… but do you sometimes fantasize that it’s someone else’s cum slave? Do you fantasize that I let someone else fuck my beautiful pussy and fill it with cum? Maybe someone with a bigger cock than yours, who really stretches my pussy out and leaves me absolutely dripping with cum…?”
Emma didn’t need to look at her husband to know that Scott’s eyes would be closed as he wrestled internally with his feelings regarding this particular fantasy. Emma knew that Scott, while monogamous to a fault, couldn’t help but get turned on by his cuckolding fantasies, especially when she pushed his buttons just the right way. She continued…
“Do you fantasize that after you’ve watched him fuck me hard, with my legs up over his shoulders so that he can really pound me into the bed… that after he’s emptied his big, heavy balls inside me he pulls out to leave me with my legs spread wide open, my pussy already leaking as I call to you to crawl on your hands and knees across the floor to lick me clean?”
Scott could barely reply, such was the humiliation of his own fantasy being used against him.
“Don’t worry slave, I know your fantasies… but I still want to hear you say it.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Yes what, slave.”
“Yes, I… I fantasize about cleaning another man’s cum out of your pussy, Mistress.”
“And what else slave?”
“I… I fantasize about you ordering me to… to clean his cock afterwards, Mistress.”
Emma smiled to herself as she observed Scott’s hesitation.
“And how do I order you to clean his cock slave?”
“With… with my mouth Mistress.”
“That’s right slave, you suck his cock clean for me don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Scott could feel his face burning red with shame, but his cock betrayed his obvious arousal, constantly twitching and pulling against the device imprisoning his balls.
“Say it slave, I want to hear it from your own lips. And open your eyes too, don’t you want to look at your beautiful Mistress anymore?”
“Please Mistress… you know it’s not….”
Emma dragged her fingernails up the underside of Scott’s cock again before digging them hard into the engorged meat. Scott let out a groan as her nails tormented his sensitive flesh without mercy.
“Just say it!” spat Emma.
“Yes Mistress, I… I suck his cock clean for you.”
“See… that wasn’t so hard was it?”
“No Mistress…” winced Scott as he felt Emma’s nails release his cock, red lines remaining on his skin where her long fingernails had dug into his tender flesh.
“It’s so cute, watching you struggle with your fantasies. Who knows, maybe one day they won’t just be fantasies any more, and then it really will be fun to watch you struggle.”
Scott closed his eyes again, he could feel his lip trembling as the conflicting emotions built within his body.
“I know that would be hard for you slave, but I know, if that was what I truly wanted you’d obey me… wouldn’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” said Scott quietly with a noticeable tremble in his voice.
Emma’s pussy was utterly soaked now, the thought of Scott sucking another man’s cum out of her and then cleaning his cock for her made her want to cum again. She climbed onto the bed and then stood by Scott’s side, she slowly worked her panties down her legs and then stepped out of them as he watched. She bent forward and hooked them up with one finger and laid them across Scott’s face. He breathed in the scent of her wet pussy from the sodden material and felt his cock flex once again.
“Oh yes, you like that don’t you… I think next time I fuck your ass I’m going to roll my panties up into a ball and stuff them in your mouth… just think about that. How humiliating, to be fucked by a girl with a big strap-on cock while you breathe through her soaking wet panties. That makes your cock soooo hard doesn’t it?”
Scott could only murmur his agreement as Emma bent down and gently stroked his rock hard shaft, prompting a groan of appreciation from Scott.
“Oh yes, you definitely like the sound of that…”
Emma sensed that the device wasn’t yet having any discernible effect and reached down and turned each wing nut a couple of times, bringing a gasp from Scott through the soaked panties.
“Ah, now that’s more like it,” Emma chuckled.
She straddled his stomach and pulled the panties from his face, then pinched a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard enough to get his attention.
“I know how much you want to lick my ass slave, do you want to see it?”
“Yes please Mistress…”
“Very well, but it will cost you.”
Emma turned around and tweaked each of the wingnuts a quarter turn, bringing another moan from Scott.
“I told you I’d have to punish you, but really… you’re going to be punishing yourself.”
Emma stood over him and bent forward, allowing Scott a perfect view of her shapely ass and shaved pussy. She reached between her legs and slid two fingers into her sloppy cunt, then reached back and wiped them on Scott’s lips. Scott couldn’t help but flick his tongue over his lips, eagerly collecting then devouring his Mistress’s delicious juices.
“Oh you love my pussy juice don’t you… but that’s not what you really want is it?”
Emma reached round and grasped each buttock with a palm, before slowly spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight little asshole.
“There it is slave, that cute little hole you just love to worship.”
Scott moaned with lust as his hard cock throbbed at the sight of his Mistress’s gorgeous asshole.
“Do you want to smell it?”
“Oh yes, yes please Mistress.”
“Very well slave, but you know what you have to do now, don’t you?”
After a moment’s silence Emma clarified the situation for him.
“You need to beg me to tighten the screws and crush your balls if you want to smell my beautiful asshole.”
Scott groaned at the realisation of what he was now expected to do to earn what he craved so badly.
“Please Mistress… please tighten the screws and let me smell your gorgeous ass.”
Emma reached forward and turned the screws another quarter turn, pulling the Perspex plate tighter against the backing rods and slowly squashing Scott’s balls in between them.
Emma dropped onto her heels, so that her ass was just an inch or so above Scott’s face.
“Can you smell my beautiful asshole slave?”
Scott breathed in the exotic musky scent and desperately, desperately wanted to slide his tongue into her cleft.
“Yes Mistress, it smells amazing…”
Emma reached back between her legs once more and worked her fingers into her pussy again. Once coated with juice she grasped Scott’s cock and slowly began stroking his tight meat, using her thumb to tease the head as she stroked.
“Your poor cock looks like it could explode at any second slave, you best not forget that you aren’t allowed to cum without permission… especially with your balls trapped in that crusher.”
Scott gulped loudly, as he continued to breathe in his Mistress’s scent and feast his eyes upon the object of his desire, right there in front of him.
“Are you ready for more slave? Are you ready to beg for more?”
“Yes Mistress…”
Scott paused for a beat to ready himself for the next phase of the game.
“…please tighten the screws and allow me to worship your beautiful ass.”
“You really want me to slave?”
“Yes Mistress, please…”
“Well… if you really want it.”
Emma slowly turned the screws another quarter turn, bringing a wince from Scott as his balls were crushed a little more by the device.
“You must really want to taste my ass slave,” giggled Emma.
She lowered her delicious asshole until it was pressed right against Scott’s mouth and immediately felt his tongue flick over it. Abruptly she pulled it away.
“Ah-ah-ah… did I say you could begin?”
Scott cursed his impatience silently.
“No Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress…”
“I’m sure you are slave, but I think if you really want to lick my ass I’m going to have to make you pay. Another quarter turn I think… don’t bother to beg this time.”
Scott felt the device squash his balls a fraction more and then Emma’s hand gently stroking his cock as she lowered herself onto his face once again.
“Remember slave, don’t you dare cum without permission… or your balls will pay! Now you may begin.”
Scott pushed his tongue forward again, savouring the musky taste of Emma’s sweet ass. As he did so he was aware that Emma’s hand was gripping his cock tighter and pumping harder than before, and this, added to the eroticism of finally being allowed to worship his Mistress’s gorgeous asshole soon made the pressure in his balls all the more intense.
After a while Emma lifted her ass off Scott’s face and he strained upwards, trying to keep his tongue inside her ass, but soon fell back to the pillow.
“I like seeing your balls squashed like that,” Emma said, looking down at the clear plastic device gripping his balls quite uncomfortably now.
“Does it hurt?” she enquired, somewhat dispassionately.
“A little Mistress,” Scott replied.
“Good, it turns me on to hurt you… a little.”
She turned around so that she was on top of him, looking down straight into his eyes.
“But it would turn me on even more to hurt you a lot. Do you want me to hurt you a lot slave?”
Scott gulped before responding in the affirmative.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Tell me.”
Scott gave his safe-word and then Emma briefly covered his mouth with her own, her tongue flicking against his. He could taste the scent of his cock on her lips and tongue, mixed with the slightly waxy texture of her thick red lipstick.
“Good slave, I want to hear you use it before I’m done,” she whispered into his ear before she pulled away from him. “I’m going to hurt you now, and it’s going to make me wet.”
Emma turned around and gently tightened the wingnuts another quarter turn. The plate was pressing quite hard on Scott’s balls now, and each quarter turn brought a small but noticeable increase in the pain being inflicted on his balls. But he knew that if he wanted the continued pleasure of tasting his Mistress’s sweet ass he would have to stand it for as long as he could.
Like any slowly inflicted pain, as the endorphins kicked in at each stage the pain lessened as he got used to it, but even so the pressure was mounting each time and he didn’t really know how much he would be able to take. At the same time the steadily increasing pressure was making it harder and harder for him to hold back his orgasm.
Emma dropped her ass back onto Scott’s face once more and gave a one word instruction.
“Lick.”
As she felt Scott’s eager tongue pressing against her tight little asshole, Emma’s fingers were already back between her legs, her copious juices soaking her skin before she started to rub her clit rhythmically, her other hand gently stroking her slave’s poor, throbbing meat.
“Don’t fucking cum, if you know what’s good for you slave. Only I get to cum when I want to, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Mistress,” came Scott’s muffled reply.
“That’s right, only I get to cum as much as I want, whenever I want… but you, you have to wait for my permission, and no matter how much you beg or plead, sometimes I won’t give it. Sometimes I think about how long I would have to make you wait before you broke down and cried for release…”
As she spoke, Scott felt Emma push back against his tongue, trying to force his probing muscle deeper into her tight hole.
“…do you know how much it turns me on to think of you like that, so desperate that you’d agree to almost anything? There’s no way I could trust you to keep your hands off your cock, you would have to be locked up properly, but maybe I could live with that, if it achieved my goal. I know you fantasize about being locked up don’t you… I know you wonder what that would be like, a steel cage around your poor, dripping cock. So pathetically desperate for attention…”
Emma gasped the last few words as she neared her second climax.
“…maybe I’d tie you down and then unlock you, just so that I could hurt your balls. How mean would that be slave?”
Scott grunted into his wife’s ass as he felt his cock twitch wildly at the thought of being treated like a piece of meat, used for his Mistress’s amusement with no consideration of his pleasure.
“Don’t cum slave! Don’t you fucking dare.”
Emma slapped his cock hard, while continuing to frig her clit and pushing back against his tongue, eager to feel his tongue wiggling inside her asshole as she came.
“You love the thought of that don’t you, the thought of me being sooooo cruel to you… well, maybe I should start being a lot crueller to you. Deep down I know you’d love it… and just thinking about treating you like that makes me feel incredible…”
Emma reached forward and tightened the wingnuts another quarter turn, which caused Scott’s stomach to ripple with the added pressure applied to his tormented, aching balls.
“Oh fuck yeah… I love watching you suffer for me,” panted Emma as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer.
“Mercy Mistress!” begged Scott as the pain in his balls become ever more unbearable.
“Not yet slave… I want to cum knowing how much it’s hurting you, it makes me so fucking hot!”
Emma was riding Scott’s tongue now, pushing back hard against his face as her fingers moved quickly between her legs, the sweat glistening on her skin as she pushed herself closer and closer.
Then she was cumming, spasming wildly as Scott tongue-fucked her asshole as deeply as he could. Even though Emma wasn’t touching his cock he could feel his own orgasm building steadily, the verbal stimulation, the pressure on his balls, the pleasure of being allowed to worship his Mistress’s gorgeous asshole and the absolute joy of feeling her cumming so hard above him was simply getting to be way too much.
As her orgasm faded Scott felt Emma pull away from him, then turn around and lie next to him, exhausted. She snuggled against him and whispered how much she loved torturing him as he struggled to juggle the constant ache in his flattened balls and the orgasm he knew was becoming inevitable.
“I’m getting close Mistress…” he warned. Emma sat up immediately, back in control.
“But you’re not going to cum, are you. Even though you think it’s too much, you’re going to hold back aren’t you slave?”
Emma reached down and ratcheted up the pressure another quarter turn, causing Scott to tremble and shake as the pressure in his poor balls threatened to push him over the edge.
“You’re doing so well darling, it turns me on so much to see you suffer like this… I came so fucking hard knowing how much you were suffering for me, you don’t want to disappoint me now do you?”
“No Mistress,” breathed Scott.
“Good slave…. I’m glad, I promise it will be over soon, but….”
Emma paused for a moment then reached over and loosely gripped Scott’s throbbing, tight cock and began a delicate stroking motion, barely touching it but making Scott’s situation ever more impossible.
“I need to tell you something… but you have to promise to hold it back for me.”
“I’ll try Mistress….”
Emma’s grip loosened even more until Scott could barely feel her fingers at all.
“This has been amazing, but now I can’t stop thinking of other ways to hurt your balls…”
Scott groaned, his jaw visibly trembling as he listened intently.
“I want to have you standing right in front of me, legs spread, while I sit playing with my pussy, getting myself closer and closer to cumming… yeah, I want you to watch me, I know you love watching me touch myself don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress….” Scott groaned.
“I know you do, and that is so hot for me slave… that you find watching me so sexy, especially when you know that I can do it whenever I want and you can’t… can you even remember what it’s like to cum whenever you want slave? I bet it’s hard to remember now, it’s been so long since you could jerk yourself off to please yourself instead of me, but you wouldn’t want to go back to that would you, not really. You might think you would, but I think in a few days you’d be begging me to control you again, begging me to keep you frustrated and desperate. You love being desperate for me don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress….”
“Just like you are now slave, desperate to cum… so fucking desperate to feel all that cum scream out of your poor tormented balls. I can’t believe how good you are at holding back slave, I’m so proud of you.”
Emma breathed heavily in Scott’s ear for a few seconds as she continued to gently stroke his cock.
“And while you’re standing there watching me, I’m going to let you stroke your cock for me. You like stroking for me don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress…” Whispered Scott, trembling all over now.
“Maybe I’ll have you edge a few times as well, you love to edge your cock don’t you slave, and it will be even better having me there watching you.”
Emma felt Scott’s cock swell in her hand at the thought.
“Do you know what I’m going to do then slave?”
“No Mistress.”
“I’m going to flick one of my beautiful feet up into your balls slave.”
Scott grunted as he felt his orgasm edge impossibly close, every fibre in his body screaming for release.
“You like the thought of that don’t you slave, the thought of my pretty little feet, the feet that you worship and adore, turning against you and hurting your poor, swollen, cum-filled balls…”
“Yes… Mistress,” Scott replied, feeling mortified at his admission even as he said it, and wondering how much longer he could possibly hope to maintain control.
“Of course I’d start off soft, but the more turned on I got, the closer I got to cumming the harder I would kick… harder and harder, until your balls were aching. But you’d want it harder too wouldn’t you? You’d want me to kick your balls hard if it made me cum, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress… but Mistress please, I can’t, I really can’t hold it.” Scott could barely string the words of a sentence together now
“I know slave. The thought of my gorgeous foot smashing into your balls makes you want to shoot doesn’t it slave…”
“Yes Mistress, please… I can’t hold it back…”
“No slave, you don’t cum without permission, ever.”
Emma reached down and turned the two wingnuts one more time, watching as Scott’s stomach rippled madly as he sought to contain the pain, but to no avail. Emma was barely touching his cock now, merely rubbing the underside of the head with one finger, but even that was too much.
Scott opened his mouth again, trying to beg for release one more time, but even as he did so he knew it was too late. His cock bucked and Emma pulled her finger away immediately, removing the stimulation as fast as she could in the hope of halting his unauthorised orgasm. But she was too late and the first huge spurt flew from his cock and landed high on his stomach and lower chest. After that the remaining cum began to stream slowly from the tip and pool at the base of his thick cock, but Emma wasn’t finished.
“Oh….no, no, no. I told you not to cum!” She growled as she slapped his cock again and again. “Now you will really suffer…”
She reached down for the final time and tweaked the wingnuts one more quarter turn each, laughing as her husband winced loudly, his cock still bobbing in angry frustration. Finally he could take no more, the pain was too intense.
“Red, Mistress, Red!”
Emma immediately released the pressure and span the nuts loose, gently removing the contraption and tossing it aside before straddling him and kissing him hard on the mouth, telling him over and over again how much she loved him, thanking him for being such a wonderful slave and telling him again and again how amazing her orgasms had been.
Scott gradually relaxed and wished that he could wrap his arms around his beautiful wife and hold her tight, but his bonds prevented him from doing so. Instead, he whispered into her ear.
“Thank you Mistress… I love you so much.”
Emma looked into his eyes, both of them feeling the intensity of the scene they had just played out. Emma allowed herself a brief moment of tenderness before snapping back into Mistress-mode.
“I love you too slave and I love hurting your balls… but right now you need to clean me, I’m covered in your cum.”
Emma manoeuvred herself over Scott’s mouth, watching as he licked the cum first from her breasts and then the PVC that covered her midriff. When he was done she grabbed her panties from alongside him and wiped him clean, then wiped her sodden, slippery pussy dry before rolling the tiny garment into a ball and pushing it into his mouth.
“Does that taste good?” Emma asked, her fingers idly stroking Scott’s still hard and very angry looking cock.
He nodded slightly and she smiled as she felt the cum trapped in his cock after his ruined orgasm ooze out and lubricate her palm. She palmed the head of his cock for a few seconds bringing a stream of violent growls from her husband’s throat and then spread the cum over his throbbing cock, her hand speeding up as she pumped him hard.
“Poor slave, I know you want to cum so badly… can you take just a little bit more pain for me?”
Scott felt the edge rapidly approaching again and grunted his agreement through the makeshift gag.
She released his cock, stood up on the bed and moved so that she was standing directly over his throbbing, frustrated cock. She leaned forward and grabbed the head of the bed to steady herself and then lifted her stocking clad foot a few inches.
“Just one gentle one for now… okay?” She said playfully, hoping she wasn’t pushing him too far after what she’d just put him through, but desperately wanting to know how it felt to feel her foot connecting with his tender balls.
Scott had waited so long for this moment… he simply nodded his head slowly and braced himself for the impact as best he could.
Emma, stood over him, her foot hovering in mid-air, dragging out the moment as long as she could… then she leant forward and hooked her finger into his mouth, pulling her sodden panties out of his mouth.
“I want to hear you beg me to do it.”
Scott was breathing heavily, his cock twitching madly as he struggled to stay in control and find the words he was required to say.
“Please Mistress… please use your beautiful foot… to punish my balls.”
“Again!”
“Please Mistress… please kick my poor swollen balls, hard.”
Emma felt a fresh stream of juice flood her cunt as she snapped her foot forward and felt it connect with Scott’s balls, the impact pushing Scott over the edge a second time as he writhed on the bed in a mixture of intense pain and frustrated pleasure, a fresh slick of cum oozing out of his spasming cock onto his belly .
Emma watched from above, her fingers momentarily sliding into her slick hole before she lifted her foot again, this time to massage the rest of Scott’s cum out of his cock and onto his stomach, before collecting it on her toes and feeding it to him. Scott sucked on Emma’s cum soaked toes and then licked between them, collecting every drop of his ruined creamy load and swallowing it all.
“What do you say slave?”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“Thank you for what slave?”
“Thank you for kicking my balls and ruining my orgasm Mistress…” breathed Scott.
Emma smiled warmly, then sank down onto his face again and rode his tongue to her third and final orgasm of the night.