My wife Jenna and I met at a New Year’s Eve party several years ago and since it’s something of an ‘occasion’ for us we’ve always made sure to attend a NYE event somewhere since then; either at home, a friend’s house or a more formal ‘do’ at a hotel. But for some reason this year we never got round to confirming anything and to be honest most of our friends had either tired of the parties or now had young children to think about. So for the first time since we met we found ourselves at home and alone on the big night.
Despite having nowhere to go and no one to entertain, Jenna and I decided that we should still dress up, it was still New Year’s Eve after all (and obviously the anniversary of our meeting). I did my best to look the part while Jenna, of course, looked amazing. Her long blonde hair was perfectly straightened and cascaded down onto an extremely short burgundy dress that clung to her athletic body seductively. Her well toned legs caught my attention every time she moved and she was wearing my absolute favourite black patent sandals, which gave me an enticing view of her pretty feet and painted toenails. Just wow!
And on top of all of that, perfectly framed between her small but gorgeous breasts hung the key to my chastity cage.
As the midnight hour approached we stood in front of the TV to watch the fireworks and raised a glass to each other, welcoming in the New Year with a kiss that went on much longer than it would have had we been in company. In her 3” heels Jenna was almost as tall as me and right then, right when we broke the kiss that signified the end of the previous year and the beginning of a new one, was when my wife chose to tell me how things were going to be going forward.
She took the glass out of my hand and set both our drinks on a nearby table, then pushed me down onto the couch. As I looked up at her she stood confidently in front of me, her hands pressed onto her hips to emphasize her dominance.
“Things are going to be different this year,” she started. “Last year I was much too nice to you. First of all, I let you cum way too many times… and that’s DEFINITELY not going to happen this year.”
Though obviously excited by this display, I was also a little startled by it, honestly. While she had been holding my key for some time now and we had flirted with the idea of her being more dominant, Jenna had never really grasped the nettle of control (despite much hinting on my part). But this felt different, like something had fundamentally changed. My heart was pounding as she spoke; her words were music to my ears… I just never really expected to hear them and certainly not delivered with such confidence or authority.
She reached behind her back and undid the zip of her dress, then quickly dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it. Under her dress she had on a very enticing and very expensive bra and panties set that looked incredible on her. I felt my cock pressing against my cage as she stood before me, utterly confident in my absolute lust for her and clearly willing to exploit her control over me more than she ever had before.
She smiled at me knowingly as I drank in the gorgeous sight before me. She knew I was putty in her hands and now she was finally ready to take advantage of the fact.
“How many times did I let you cum last year?”
I knew exactly how many it was as it was one of my duties to keep a tally for an occasion just such as this.
“Twenty two.”
Jenna arched an eyebrow.
“Really… twenty two, that sounds like a LOT. That sounds like a real lot… and it’s way too many. You certainly will not be getting twenty two orgasms this year I can tell you that. I think one a month is probably sufficient. Or less. Maybe a bit less. Let’s say… half as many… yes, I think probably eleven is an excellent number.”
I looked at her dumbfounded, watching as she casually chipped away at my orgasms like they were insignificant. As it was twenty two had been a new low for me and now I was down to just eleven for the coming year, I couldn’t believe it!
“Or maybe ten… that’s probably better. Easier for you to remember perhaps…yes, let’s settle on ten.”
I gulped loudly as she moved towards me and started to gently rub herself through her panties. I licked my lips expectantly, hoping I would start the New Year by worshipping her delicious pussy and making her cum.
“Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked, knowing full well she looked absolutely incredible.
“Yes,” I replied, a slight tremble audible in my voice.
“Good,” she smiled. “I’m glad you like it… because this year I don’t intend to let you see my beautiful breasts whenever you want to. I’ll let you ‘beg’ to see them, because I love it when you do that... but honestly I think I can get you plenty hard enough without getting you over excited like that.”
She raised an eyebrow as she registered the disappointment on my face.
“Aaah, is that too mean of me? Well, don’t worry, I’m sure I can think of a way you can ‘earn’ a chance to see my gorgeous breasts… it will probably involve some kind of pain or punishment for you of course… or maybe I’ll let you trade one of your very rare orgasms for the chance to kiss and suck on them. We’ll see.”
Her fingers were inside her underwear now and she was gently teasing her clit as she spoke.
“And while we’re on the subject of things you’ll be getting less of… I don’t think you need to feel my mouth around your cock nearly as much as last year either. In fact I think you were getting way too used to that. It should be a very special treat when I take your cock between my perfect lips, ... and not something you take for granted.”
Jenna straddled me on the couch, her slit just inches above my imprisoned cock. She lifted her finger and I eagerly sucked on it, the delicate taste of her delicious pussy making my balls churn and my cock ache for release.
“You want this,” she whispered. “You know you do. You told me you wanted me to be meaner, crueller and to exploit your desire for me… didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I half moaned.
“You said you wanted me to be selfish and to take advantage, didn’t you? Well, this year… I’m granting your wish.”
She took her finger away and slid it back between her pussy lips as she bent forward to kiss me.
“It feels so good to touch myself like this…” she whispered as our lips met.
As we kissed I could feel her hand moving between her legs, gently teasing her clit.
“Is your cage feeling tight already?” she whispered hoarsely as she broke the kiss.
“Yes,” I breathed, not wanting this wonderful moment to end.
“Good… cos I’m not finished yet.”
She kissed me passionately and I could feel her hand moving quickly between her legs, it was incredibly erotic, especially with my cock squeezed tightly inside its steel cage. The kiss went on and on, neither of us wanting the moment to end. But eventually she pulled back, her breathing getting heavier as her arousal grew.
“I’m going to make this the best, most frustrating year of your life,” she promised. “I’ve been thinking of all the ways I can do that and you know what, the more I thought about how frustrated and desperate I was going to make you the hornier I got. This last week I’ve got myself off more times than I can remember, just thinking about telling you all this… and you know what else? I think I can probably get you off with just two fingers… yes, just two. I don’t think you really need to feel my entire hand every time. Maybe sometimes, but if you’re truly desperate enough for me to let you out, you’ll be grateful for two fingers won’t you?”
Right then she could have probably made me cum with one finger but I certainly wasn’t going to tell her that.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Jenna groaned loudly as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Shall we find out? Right now?”
Jenna kissed me deeply again as she worked her fingers between her legs, clearly being mean was turning her on more than either of us expected.
“First you make me cum, then we’ll see.”
Jenna lay back on the long couch and quickly pulled her panties down, I moved towards her, pulled the panties off over her shoes and tossed them aside, then quickly moved between her open thighs, eager to taste her soaking wet pussy.
She smelt incredible and tasted even better and within a couple of minutes she was bucking against my tongue while grabbing my head and holding it tight with her strong thighs. I love it so much when she cums like that, it makes me feel so good.
Jenna lay still for a while, gently stroking my head as I kissed her thighs and around her pussy. For a moment I thought she wanted a second go and I would have been more than happy to oblige, but then I felt her pulling herself upright and reaching for my groin.
“Let’s get this off,” she said.
I stood up quickly and undid my trousers, letting them drop to my knees as she reached up with the magic key to unlock my poor denied cock. She expertly removed the cage and back ring, then placed them on the coffee table and reached down between her legs to lubricate her fingers.
Now it was free my cock was pulsing and twitching and watching her touch herself made it even harder. She lifted her hand up towards my cock and I could see that her fingers were shiny and wet. She placed the tips of her index finger and thumb on the head of my cock and started to gently stroke me.
She looked up at me with an evil grin, clearly enjoying my frustration.
“Does that feel good?” she teased.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You told me you wanted me to be mean and to make every orgasm as frustrating as I possibly could... didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I admitted.
“Then you should be eternally grateful, because you know how last year I ruined some of your orgasms… well this year I’m ruining all of them. Every. Single. One… Ruined. Oh yes, I’m going to make this your most agonizing year ever!”
I shuddered as she spoke, half elated, half terrified at the thought of going a whole year without a satisfying release. This was everything I’d dreamed of, but now it was becoming real and it was a lot to take in.
Jenna continued to stroke my cock with feather light strokes, still just using the tips of two fingers. It was maddening, but incredibly hot at the same time.
“And if you’re a really good slave, and you keep me happy and satisfied all year long then next year… I’m going to find a way to make it even worse.”
Her words were making my cock harder and harder, the thought of her being even meaner and crueller just made me ache even more.
“I’ve been doing a lot of reading…” she said. “…and the more I read, the more it turned me on. Thinking of you, aching, desperate, begging for release… it’s so fucking hot. You’re going to regret asking for this, you know that don’t you?”
I could only groan with pleasure as she verbally tormented me.
“I’m going to tease you until you can’t think straight… and then you’re going to beg for me to ruin you.”
That hit hard and my cock pulsed sharply.
“Are you getting close yet?”
“Not yet,” I managed to answer.
“Don’t take too long sweetie, I want to watch your first ruin soon… and then you’re going to make me cum again. I know you love to bury your tongue between my legs and eat my delicious pussy, it’s your favourite thing in the world isn’t it?”
“Yes Jenna. I love it so much…”
“I bet even if I left you locked for a year you’d still eat my pussy whenever I wanted, wouldn’t you? You love it that much you wouldn’t even care if I let you out.”
“No please…. Jenna, please don’t.”
Jenna laughed and spat onto the head of my cock to lubricate it.
“Come on, I want to see you leak for me.”
Jenna started to stroke faster, still with just the two fingers, and I could feel my orgasm getting closer.
“Maybe I should introduce a time limit, and if you don’t cum in time then you forfeit your release….”
I felt the edge approaching, slowly building but still just out of reach. She moved closer, her mouth slightly open as if she was about to suck me…. but then she pulled back abruptly, laughing softly.
“I’ll have to think about that…”
She moved closer again, studying my poor, desperately denied cock.
“Maybe I should let you have one proper orgasm this year… but just one. Would you like that?”
“Oh God yes, please Jenna…”
“Well, maybe. After all, it would make it more ‘fun’ wouldn’t it… never knowing when or if the next release was going to be ‘the one’? That would be very exciting for you wouldn’t it? And maybe for that one orgasm I would let you choose where you wanted to cum… and maybe I’d even let you choose to cum on my beautiful face if you wanted to…. would you like that?”
I could only grunt as I pictured a month or more of cum leaping from the tip of my cock and splattering against my gorgeous wife’s face.
“Oh yes, I know you’d love to see that again… it’s been so long since I allowed you to do that hasn’t it?”
Jenna gave me an evil grin, clearly enjoying the dynamics of this new arrangement.
“Cum for me,” she ordered.
I groaned as I felt the edge coming nearer and nearer, in truth this was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I asked for, though I never actually believed she would go this far.
“I’m close… I’m really close,” I blurted out suddenly.
Jenna slowed her stokes and loosened her two fingered grip. I teetered on the edge for what seemed like a lifetime, until I finally felt the pressure building to the point where there was going to be no pulling back. Jenna sensed it too and she gave my cock three more gentle two-fingered tugs and then let go.
Nothing happened for a few seconds and Jenna thought she had let go too soon. She looked up at me and started to move her hand back towards my straining shaft and then stopped as she saw the first drop of cum drip from the head of my deep-red cockhead.
“Ah…” she chuckled to herself. “There it is.”
Jenna held her left hand under my cock, discreetly collecting my cum as it oozed out of my poor, straining, angry looking rod. When the flow stopped she used her fingertip to tease the underside until another few drops of thick, creamy cum slowly oozed out onto the palm of her open hand.
She looked up at me again and then laid back down, her left hand moving quickly between her legs and smearing my hot, sticky cum all over her perfectly smooth pussy.
“Oh and the other thing that I forgot to mention, every time you cum this year… you’re going to be eating it.”
I looked down between her legs to see her pretty pink lips coated in my creamy load and looked back at her in disbelief.
“I’m waiting,” she said looking me dead in the eye and daring me to disobey her.
I was almost shaking as I bent down and positioned myself between her legs, I’d never eaten my cum before and I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to now… but Jenna was insistent and I felt her hands gripping my head and pulling me closer.
“Do it,” she ordered. “Clean my pussy and make me cum again!”
I knew I had no choice. I had tried for years to get her to be more dominant and if I rejected her now it would kill any chance of making this happen again in the future. I lowered my jaw between her open thighs and Jenna groaned loudly as she felt my tongue start to move across her sensitive skin, clearly turned on by what she’d just done and revelling in this new role.
So many times, before the cage, I’d tried make myself taste my own cum. But every time, once I’d cum, I’d lose the will to do it. Now, finally, she was taking the choice away and MAKING me do it. That fact alone made it easier, and so much hotter… and as I started to clean her perfect pussy her moans of pleasure spurred me on.
Once I got used to the taste it was actually okay and it certainly seemed to have an effect on Jenna. She had two more extremely violent orgasms before she finally let me up again, by which time my cock was rock hard and desperate for more attention.
But Jenna wasn’t having any of that, in fact she continued laying back on the couch with her eyes closed, gently moving her fingers between her open legs, while I watched and tried to resist the temptation to stroke my aching rod. I felt completely in her power and didn’t want to do anything to mess this up now that she’d finally given me what I wanted all along. Because she was right, I did want this. All of this.
Eventually Jenna sat up and looked down at my rock hard cock. She reached out and gave it a few light strokes with her whole hand and then let go and reached for my chastity cage. It was hell getting it back on but eventually Jenna snapped the lock shut, only to immediately push me down onto my back and straddle my face once again. I’d never known her like this before, but I certainly wasn’t complaining!
Later I asked her if she really was going to allow me that one proper orgasm, she just looked at me, smiled wickedly and said she hadn’t decided… and then firmly told me NEVER to ask that question again.
Happy New Year indeed!
FEEDBACK FROM LITEROTICA
by CruelBritishWife
Enjoyed this. It depicts Jenna's knowing skill at ruining orgasms very nicely
by mrwidehorizons
Always love your writing! Thanks for sharing here!
by Sissyjackie2008
long-term chastity with ruined orgasms is so emasculating and so hot for a sissy like me.
by Buster2U
10 Big Blazing Stars, even tho this isn't my deal. The story was interesting and frustrating to me. I expected her to bring in a black friend to fuck her while hubby couldn't even jerk off. LOL. Talk about torture. I've always had to work hard to get my pussy since I've NEVER been a pretty boy. So, Sexual denial doesn't turn me on in the least. I always want more pussy. LOL. But good writing, Robert. Good Job. Thanks, Buster2U
by hardcorefool
Love the story. I'd let my wife do this to me. And as Buster said being in a black guy or 2 to fuck her. Have him make sure that the cock not fucking her is ready and hard when the other one is in her cumming.
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