2 comments/ 97575 views/ 21 favorites Out of Your Hands Ch. 01 By: MALIBUMAN666 Some background for those who haven't read my other stories: I've had several emails from readers asking if my stories are real? The answer to that is... Over ten years ago my beautiful wife and I started indulging in Femdom play. Though our real life experiences have been nothing like as dramatic as my stories, it has still been a wonderfully rewarding aspect of our life and has brought us closer than I ever thought possible. My early stories reflected various instances of our real life sessions taken (much) further and embellished to reflect my own fantasies. Sometimes they involved things I genuinely wanted to experience, sometimes they were things that I felt I might do in the right circumstance (i.e. .if my Wife/Mistress ordered me to and I was horny and desperate enough) and sometimes they were things I fantasized about but didn't really want to happen in real life. At least that's what I used to think. Eventually I came to realise that my feelings for my wife were so strong and deep that in truth I would do almost anything that she asked me to. I realise that given the content of some of my stories that is quite a strong statement, but it is the truth. The first time I realised this it was a real shock to me and left me feeling very strange for quite a while. Indeed it took me quite some time to get my head straight enough that I could try to relate this to my wife. It was not an easy thing for me to do, but it affected me so deeply that I had to tell her. My wife, being rather more 'balanced' than perhaps I am, must have found this information somewhat hard to believe, but to her eternal credit she has never cast doubt on my words. I'm not entirely sure that she fully appreciates the potential power she holds. We are casual Femdomers, yes, (right from the start we established that we didn't want it to be a 'lifestyle'), but I cannot deny that I would welcome anything which made me more subservient to her sexually, and while we may joke about her making me her 'pussy slave', I really can't think of anything more blissful and rewarding than bringing her to orgasm every night with my tongue (and if I had to endure endless teasing and wait days for my own release in return, then I would consider that more than fair). In truth, I regard my own pleasure as of secondary importance to hers and love any opportunity to luxuriate in her domination, however gentle or understated it may be... For example: Last Summer my wife was sitting in her chair in the lounge with her legs over the arm pointing towards me, in a wonderful moment of inspiration she pointed her bare feet at me and gave me a look which told me that she expected me to worship her feet right that moment. I eagerly obliged and spent maybe five minutes kissing her gorgeous feet. Nothing further happened, when she decided that she'd had enough she withdrew her feet and we continued as if nothing had happened. I don't even know if she remembers it (I think she perhaps took it more as a joke than anything), but I certainly do. For me it was a glimpse of a life that I would relish. The perfect compromise. Not an unworkable and unrealistic 24/7 lifestyle, but an understanding that she could invoke her right to dominate at any given moment, but without any pressure on her to do so if she wasn't in the mood. This is something I hope to explore in this story. To be honest, these days my stories are not so much written as endured. I don't look to start writing a story any more, instead I become aware of some new idea and I feel compelled to write. Ideas come thick and fast, usually at the most inopportune times, and I make notes constantly, desperately trying not to forget twists and turns along the way. I do feel quite strange at these times, the process can make me quite irritable, impatient and generally not myself and quite often leads to headaches and mild dizziness, even temporary sexual dysfunction! So, while not wanting to be overdramatic about it, my desire to write has been somewhat surpassed by a need to. Putting my stories onto paper has effectively become a way of exorcising my poor overloaded brain of all the twisted new ideas it has stored up while at the same time being a very good medium for showcasing (sometimes difficult or uncomfortable) ideas to my utterly gorgeous and incredibly understanding wife so that she can adapt them for use them in our sessions... ...and maybe (hopefully) one day outside of them too. I know from the emails that I have received that others have used my stories in this way too and I have to say it makes me quite proud to think that my under-educated scriblings are being used to help others experience their own fantasies. I mean, how cool is that? This is the first story that I've written from a mixed perspective, it's an experiment (which I hope will prove successful) and it seems somehow appropriate for this particular story. I had contemplated writing the story entirely from the female point of view, but there were parts of the story that needed male input. You don't really need to read my other stories to read this one, but I hope you will. All feedback is greatly appreciated, I really like getting emails from readers, even if you just want to tell my story sucks (some of my favourite emails have been from teh interweb redneck trolls). -------------------------------------------------- It's well over ten years since we started on this path. At first I was hesitant, a little confused and unsure about what my husband really meant by Femdom. Over time I became more confident, relaxed into it, began to enjoy it and now I look forward to our monthly sessions almost as much as he does. Every so often he gives me a story to read, usually illustrating some new idea he's gotten off the internet or out of a magazine. I'm never quite sure how seriously to take them, although he swears he would do anything I asked him to. One day he might regret that... We are exceptionally close and he constantly tells me how much he adores me, but I'm still coming to terms with the idea of taking our Femdom relationship further. Anyway, this is the story of what happened between us recently... It had been a busy day, with a million things to do and no time to do them, but now everything was done and I sat down at the computer to check my emails and my bank account. I clicked on my emails and saw that there was one from my husband. He had rung me that afternoon and told me that he had sent me something special and he couldn't wait to hear what I thought of it. I opened the email and read... "My beautiful Mistress R, I found this video on the internet and I thought you ought to see it. I may live to regret telling you about this subject, but as your loyal and devoted slave I think it is my duty to ensure that you are kept fully aware of all possible methods of dominating me." That sounded pretty intriguing straight off the bat. "Please do not concern yourself about finding anything unpleasant through this link, I assure you this video is quite safe to watch. Your devoted slave, r." I clicked the link and the computer opened a new window. A 'You-Tube' style porn site opened up and I waited for the clip to load. I pressed play and was immediately surprised by what I saw. On the screen there was a guy lying on his back, the camera only filming him from the waist down. Between his legs there was a woman with her mouth placed over his cock. I admit my first thought was 'why the hell is my husband sending me clips of blowjobs!'. But then as I watched a few more seconds of the clip I started to notice a few unusual things. Firstly, the woman obviously wasn't a 'silicone-blonde-bimbo-teenager', in fact she looked to be entirely the wrong side of thirty! She had long dark hair that was pulled back in a pony-tail and looked like she could be German, or possibly Eastern European. The overall impression I got of her was that she appeared decidedly normal, with barely any make up and all the sexier for it. Secondly, the woman had a black shirt on and although she was the one on her knees giving the blowjob, it definitely seemed to be her who was in charge of the situation. I continued to watch and wonder where this was going to lead. The woman confined herself to licking the guys cock and sucking the tip into her mouth, she didn't use her hands other than to hold the guy's cock straight and to keep his skin pulled back to expose the head of his cock, but even then it didn't appear that she was applying any undue pressure. As I watched, she teased his cock relentlessly with her tongue, concentrating her efforts on the underside of his shaft, just below the head. The way she looked up at him, studying his reactions and gauging his level of arousal, gave me the impression that she'd done this to him before. Maybe they were even a proper couple and not some paid actors. After all, isn't that what these new porn sites were all about, posting your own 'real' porn? There certainly seemed to be a level of genuine affection present here that was lacking in most porn I'd ever seen. The woman had been working the guys cock for five minutes now and it was becoming clear that the guy would not be able to take too much more of this treatment. The muscles in his stomach were starting to twitch slightly and he was making very small thrusting movements with his hips. Sensing that the moment had arrived, the woman kissed the underside of his cock and pulled her head away, licking her lips as she admired her handiwork. At the same time she released his shaft and smoothed her hands across the top of his hips and the area just above his cock. The man's cock started to pulse and a small trickle of white fluid emerged from the tip. The woman moved closer and softly ran her tongue up the underside of his twitching cock. His cum started to stream from the head of his cock, not in dramatic spurts but in a long continuous flow which pooled on his stomach. The woman was looking up at him as she planted more tender kisses on the underside of his cock, holding his cock steady with two motionless fingers. Then she smiled as she watched his reaction, a real smile that you could see in her eyes, not some fake 'Okay I'm done, give me the money kind of smile'. Satisfied that the guy had finished cumming, she gently took hold of his cock and very slowly squeezed the last remaining drops of spunk out of his shaft. She licked the head some more and then reached down and produced a towel. She used it to wipe the come from his stomach and the tip of his cock and then very gently sucked his cock until the clip ended. I sat back in my chair, and realised how engrossed I'd been in the clip, I was feeling quite warm all of a sudden and then I noticed the title of the video. 'LONG BLOWJOB - RUINED ORGASM'. Hmm, ruined orgasm, so that was what this was all about. I opened another browser window and typed ruined orgasm into the search engine. I opened the first non-porn site on the list and was confronted by a long page which gave me a pretty good insight into: Orgasm control, Erotic Sexual Denial, Short-term Denial practices, Tie and Tease, Tease and Denial, Total Denial, Long-term denial, Ruined orgasms and erotic denial as a form of control! Having read all that, I flicked back to my search and found another site where I learned that some men who've experienced a ruined orgasm said that it was 'worse than not being allowed to cum at all' as it increased their frustration level significantly. Wow, this all sounded very interesting, I could certainly understand why my husband had said he might regret bringing this to my attention. I looked at the clock, he wouldn't be home for hours yet, his college course ran until 9pm on Tuesdays. I went back to the original site and watched the clip again. It was definitely hot and by the time it ended I was feeling quite wet. I scrolled down the page and found a few more videos on related subjects. I noticed another one with that same German looking woman in it, this time with her partner's balls tied with thin rope or shoelaces, I was about to click on it when I noticed something else. I clicked on a another video and watched as a different woman, once again in a black shirt (albeit open to her waist this time) sat between a man's legs as he appeared to lie back over a table. This woman was slowly stroking and teasing his very well lubed cock and balls with both hands as she spoke to him in a Russian accent. Every so often she would rub her palm over the head of the guy's cock and he would ask her not to as it was so sensitive. She rubbed him for several minutes, her grip tightening as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm, persisting and in fact intensifying her 'palming'. The guy writhed as she did so and begged her not to, but she just laughed and carried on regardless. Then the guy was coming and she continued pumping his straining meat hard, his cum shooting out in great spurts onto his stomach and over her fingers. The woman's smile got bigger as he shot his load, until she was almost laughing. The guy bucked and shook as his orgasm concluded, but the Russian woman didn't stop for a second. She gripped the bass of his meat with one hand and used the other to rub the shaft and head, the cum on her fingers adding a little extra lubrication but doing little to help the desperate man. He twisted and writhed on the table as he begged her over and over to stop (though he didn't appear to be restrained, so he was obviously a fairly willing participant). The woman ignored him, continuing to stimulate his poor cock, taunting him in her strong accent "Oh it's sensitive? It's sooo sexy to play with your sensitive cock..." as she laughed. Finally after a couple of minutes she relented and released the man's utterly spent cock. She sat back a little way in her chair, watching as his stomach continued to rise and fall sharply, his relief tangible and obvious. She let him rest for a moment or two, allowing him to believe his ordeal was over and then took great delight in laying a couple of hard slaps onto his by now very red cock. Then she stood up to leave, telling him she had 'enjoyed their time together' and walked out of shot. The clip ended and I took a sip of water, my mouth was dry and I looked at the clock again. Time for one more clip I thought to myself. I clicked on another link and watched another fully clothed 'hot wife' bring her husband to orgasm just by holding the base of his cock and rubbing the well lubed head with her fingertips. And then I came across Taylor St Clare... A former porn star (I later found out) Mistress Taylor had now set herself up as the absolute authority on tease and denial. I didn't much care for her oversized breasts, plastic surgery and abundance of make-up, but she certainly knew how to tease a guy. Over and over she would stroke her bound victim's cock and balls softly and then suddenly dramatically increase the pace and strength of her grip for a few seconds... only to let go again almost immediately, leaving his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for relief. I also noticed how she always seemed to stroke from the bottom to the top of the guy's cock, and then remove her hand completely and place it back at the bottom and start again. Finally I closed my browser, having completely forgotten about my bank account by this time. My husband would be home in an hour and I really needed a shower. As I stood under the warm shower I heard my husband close the front door, he was a little early and I'd spent some time trimming my pussy before I got in the shower (he absolutely loves it when I trim my pussy hair really short - we see it as a good substitute for the visually appealing but much higher maintenance shaved route). He opened the bathroom door and peered at me round the shower screen. "Hi, we got out early..." "So I see." "You look lovely..." "Thank you." He stared at my wet body, I'm sure his cock was already on the move. "I looked at that email you sent me..." He looked a little nervous. "...we'll talk about it later, after you've made me cum." He looked relieved and excited, I guess he must have reasoned that I couldn't have been that upset about if I wanted him to lick my pussy. "Go get some dinner, I'll be down in a little while..." He moved nearer to the edge of the bath and leaned closer. He kissed me tenderly and then moved down my body, his lips closing around a nipple as his hand wandered down my stomach and gently brushed my freshly clipped pussy hair. I gently pushed him away and laughed when I saw his soaking wet shirt. "Love you" he said as he retreated reluctantly from the bathroom, leaving me to finish my shower in peace. - - - A couple of hours later I was laying face down on our bed, my face pressed between my gorgeous wife's inner thighs, my tongue lapping eagerly at her sodden pussy. I love eating my wife's pussy more than anything in the world. I never, ever tire of it and I'm always a little sad when she's finished coming because I just want it to go on and on. Even when she's done, I always lick my fingers clean, I can't bear the thought of wasting a single drop of that delicious, precious juice. I t doesn't seem to matter how many times I tell her this though, she still apologizes if she thinks she's taken too long. I shifted my position slightly and used my fingers to massage the roof of my wife's cunt, my tongue relentlessly flicking back and forth around her clit. Her legs began to tremble ever so slightly and she let out a very small tell-tale groan as she started to peak. I braced myself, knowing that any second she would be bucking hard as she started to come and I didn't want my tongue to lose contact with her clit. A few seconds later my wife's body spasmed hard and I became more random with my tongue, inducing little peaks in her orgasm as I stimulated her from unexpected angles. I can't describe how ecstatic I feel when my wife comes really hard right under my tongue, it sometimes leaves me in an almost trance-like state. I just love her so much that giving her that pleasure makes me feel almost 'high'. I've never taken drugs, but if that's what being 'high' feels like I can well understand why people get addicted to it. My wife finally pushed my head away, unable to take any more stimulation on her oversensitive clit. She thanked me and told me how wonderful it had been and then asked me to lay beside her. I kissed the inside of her thighs softly and stole a last longing look at her beautiful wet pussy, reluctant to leave my personal paradise. "Your pussy looks so gorgeous when you've just cum" I whispered. She didn't reply, but flicked her left leg over my head and pulled me up onto the pillows beside her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my lips. "You taste wonderful?" I said and she smiled. We lay in silence for a few minutes, her breathing slowly returning to normal as I enjoyed the taste and scent of her pussy still in my mouth and nose. She reached over to me and curled her fingers around my cock, it stiffened quickly but she didn't move her hand to stimulate it, she simply held it lightly in her palm. I opened my eyes to see her looking intently at me. She told me to close my eyes, she knew me well enough to know that it would be easier for me to tell her the truth with my eyes closed. "I want you to tell me the absolute truth...do you promise to do that." "Yes" I whispered after a brief pause. I felt her lips brush against my forehead and she placed a delicate kiss on my skin. "I watched that video you sent me....in fact I watched it twice." My cock pulsed in her hand and she gave a little reassuring squeeze. I could feel my nerves returning and I realised I was shaking slightly. Out of Your Hands Ch. 01 "I thought it was very sexy...actually, very different to normal porn...don't you think?" I nodded my head slowly, my jaw clenched tight to stop it juddering. "Hmm, so is that something you are hoping I will incorporate into our sessions....or is there more to it than that?" My nerves were getting worse and worse and I totally clammed up. I was quite obviously shaking now and my wife moved closer to comfort me and try to get me to relax. She kissed me on the forehead again and gently stroked my cock as I inhaled her scent deeply. "C'mon baby, you know you can tell me anything don't you." I nodded again, despite having gone over this a million times in my own head these conversations never came easy to me. "C'mon, please tell me... I want to know why you want me to do that to you." More agonising moments passed until I finally managed to speak. "I don't know why exactly...I mean, I don't want you to, that's the whole thing...I want you to do it to me, because you can...." Behind my closed eyes I imagined her look of confusion. "...I......I just wanted you to be aware of it and....I want....I want you to decide when to do it." The nerves were passing a little bit now that I'd got started. "What... what I really want is.....I want you to know....that....you can become my Mistress anytime you want to. You don't have to wait for the session...if you don't want to." I felt another encouraging squeeze on my cock, and a memory popped into my head. "Do you remember, last year sometime...we had a session one day and the next day you were sitting reading in the lounge with your legs over the arm of your chair, it must have been warm because you had bare feet... Anyway, you gave me this look and pointed your feet at me and I bent down and kissed them for about five or ten minutes, and then when you'd had enough you pulled them away and asked me to get you a drink of water. When I came back I gave you the water and we just carried on as if nothing had happened." "I think I remember that..." she replied with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Well I thought that was so amazing, I really, really loved it." "Really... why?" "Well apart from the fact that I just love worshipping your feet...also because...it showed me that you could be Mistress R anytime you wanted to...and I hoped it showed you that I would willingly be your slave whenever you wanted it." I opened my eyes, looking for signs of encouragement. My wife looked a little unsure, but not unduly concerned. "I'm not asking you to be Mistress R all the time, I know that's not what you want. It's just...I really love how confident you are when you are Mistress R, once you step into the role you're like a different person. When you say things to me in session that I don't think you would ever really do in real life, I totally believe you. When you are Mistress R you just ooze power and confidence and I would love for you to have that confidence all the time. I'm not the most confident person in the world, I know what it feels like to want something and not have the confidence to ask... I guess that kind of goes hand in hand with being naturally submissive. When I think about it, I realise that I've always been that way, and I always will be." "You do alright!" "Yeah, maybe... but only because I've found alternative ways to express myself. If I couldn't write my stories, we wouldn't have done half the things we have...and I'd be a haggard and resentful old man by now." "Fair enough." She smiled. "But... I don't want you to ever feel like that. I want you to know and believe that I would do anything you wanted me to, whenever you want me to do it. I love serving you, even if it's not necessarily sexual." My wife's expression was softening a little, perhaps she did quite like the idea of having me kissing her feet while she did her nails or watched TV. Perhaps she was starting to embrace the idea of having a husband who was willing to make her feel like a Princess whenever she desired it. Perhaps... "But truthfully, would you like me to be Mistress R all the time?" A difficult question, but one which had to be asked... "I feel like I should say no, but if I was honest, then yes, but.... fantasy and reality are two different things. It's like if you asked a guy if he wanted to be woken up with a blowjob every morning, he'd say yes without a second thought, but after about a week he'd be getting bored of it.... So yes okay, I love the idea of you being Mistress R all the time, but I know it's a fantasy... and you'd get bored of it pretty quickly too wouldn't you?" "Probably." "Exactly....so wouldn't it be better if you could just be Mistress R whenever you want to? That way it won't get boring or a chore, but you won't be restricted either. Maybe one day you'll come home from work and you'll just want me to kiss your feet, or lick your pussy, or maybe you have something else you want to do, I don't know, maybe you want to paddle my backside for no reason at all.....whatever it is you want, I just want you to have the confidence to tell me and maybe that will be easier for you if you do it as Mistress R...." There was a almost a full minute's silence before she spoke. The tension was palpable. "Okay, I can see that, and it does sound very nice...I'm just a bit concerned about the effect on our relationship." "I know, but I honestly don't think it will have any negative effect at all, quite the opposite in fact. Because it'll only happen when you want it to, and it only has to go as far as you want it to." "Okay, well that sounds great....I'm just still not sure if I'm confident enough to do that though...." "Well, okay, why don't we say then that all you have to do is to address me as 'slave' and then whatever you ask me to do I will do?" "Maybe." "Or what if I made some sort of 'card' that you could give to me when you wanted me to submit to you? Then you wouldn't even have to say anything..." "Oh, yes,...that sounds good!" "Then once you got used to it, you probably wouldn't even need the card anymore." There was a brief pause in the conversation as she mulled it over. "Does that mean you don't want us to have structured sessions any more then?" "Maybe one day, depending on how it goes. But my concern is that if it starts slipping... well, it's just that as it stands we have a solid commitment to do it every four weeks and I don't want to give that up until I'm certain that it's no longer necessary." "Oh, right, yeah that's a good point. I don't want to let it slip either because I really do love it." "I mean... I can't deny that I hope that once you get into it, it will happen a lot... but there's bound to be some periods when one of us down or ill and then I'm afraid it will go out of the window, and it will take an effort to get it up and running again..." She seemed a lot more comfortable with the idea now. We lay in silence for a few minutes, and then she remembered that the conversation had wandered off-topic somewhat. "So anyway, when did you find out about ruined orgasms." My confidence wilted a little as we returned to the origin of the conversation, but I knew I had to stick it out. "A couple of months ago, maybe three." "Is that when you found that video?" "No, that was just a few days ago." "So you must have liked the video a lot to send it to me..." "Yeah." "What did you like about it?" "I liked the fact that the woman was obviously in control, and I thought it seemed very genuine, like they were very close, a couple even...and I loved how she was so gentle with him and kissed and licked the underside of his cock when he was coming, but she never gave in to the temptation to satisfy him. She really seemed to enjoy the fact that he was sacrificing his pleasure for her...I think the last part more than anything." "The last part?" "I mean, that she was enjoying it so much, knowing that he wasn't getting any relief, even though he was sort of cumming. That's why I think maybe they are a real couple, because that's the sort of thing that would only have any meaning in a relationship. She knows that he's gonna be even more horny the next day and I think that turns her on. She's obviously wonderfully cruel." "What makes you say that?" "Well because I think the fact that she was licking his cock would have made it even worse than if she'd not touched it at all." "Do you think?" "Definitely. Because he'd be able to feel her tongue gently licking him and he would have been desperate for a firm grip ..." My voice trailed off as I contemplated exactly that feeling. "...it would be like having a bar of chocolate rubbed on your lips and then taken away! Or being given the crumbs out of the packet." My wife laughed at that. Then she kissed me again. "I'm sorry darling, I'm going to have to go to sleep. Thank you for that amazing orgasm, that was absolutely wonderful." I kissed her back, my cock still semi-hard beneath her hand. "Sorry, can you wait until tomorrow? I really am very tired." "Of course..." We kissed again, deeply, sharing the taste of her gorgeous pussy. My cock gently pulsed as I turned over and set my alarm for the morning, Somehow I knew I wasn't going to get to sleep for a while yet. - - - As I drove to work the next morning I thought about what my husband had told me the night before. It sounded wonderful, but it was just a bit hard to get used to the idea. Would he really obey me if I called him 'slave'. It certainly seemed like he would, otherwise why would he have put himself through that whole conversation... By the time I arrived at work I had pretty much decided that I would try it and see what happened. It seemed crazy to pass up the opportunity of having the man I loved making me feel good whenever I wanted it. After all, he'd told me several times that he got just as much reward from giving me pleasure as he did from his own, if that really was true then maybe I should take full advantage? Still a little unsure, I eventually decided that I would start small and do something that I was already comfortable with, and almost as soon as I came to that conclusion I had another, much better idea. - - - I arrived home from work as usual and went upstairs to get changed. I always do exercise when I get home from work and today was no different. I slid the DVD in the player and started doing the warm up exercises. I'm usually finished before my husband gets home and am usually just getting in the shower, but today I decided to take my time so that when I heard his key in the door I was just cooling down in a comfy chair with a big glass of water. I was feeling quite nervous, but I was determined to go through with my plan. The lounge door opened and my husband walked into the room, slightly surprised to see me sitting in the chair. "Hi" he said. "Had a good day?" I bottled it, and we made pleasant small talk for a couple of minutes before he disappeared upstairs to dump his work bag. While he was upstairs I berated myself and told myself to get a grip. 'Come on, you can do this...he wants it, you want it!' I heard him coming back down the stairs and the door opened once more. He walked past me towards the kitchen, he was just stepping onto the kitchen laminate when I managed to blurt out: "Slave." A couple of seconds silence passed then... "Yes Mistress." "Come here." My husband was before me in a heartbeat. "On your knees." He fell to his knees, his head bowed. I started to speak, faltered and then recovered. "My....my feet need some attention." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." He went to undo the laces on my trainers and then thought better of it. "May I please remove your trainers Mistress?" "Yes Slave, you may." My husband slowly undid the laces and then gently removed both trainers from my feet. "May I please remove your socks Mistress?" "Yes Slave, you may." My husband very slowly and carefully removed both my socks, folded them and placed them on the floor next to my trainers. I could hear him breathing loudly, obviously very excited. Finally he bent down and took one foot in his hands. He lifted up my foot and gently kissed the instep. Then he moved to the sides and kissed his way back and forth, tilted his head so he could kiss and lick the soles and then moved on to my toes. As I watched him, it fascinated me to see him so focussed and content. My hand wandered between my legs and I began softly stroking my pussy through my Lycra shorts and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the two sensations. My slave took each of my toes into his mouth, one after another. He gently sucked them and swirled his tongue around them, until he got to the big one. He sucked that a little harder and flicked his tongue over it as if he was sucking a cock. That image get me a little hotter and I found my hand working it's way inside my shorts. I told him to switch to the other foot and I revelled in the attention as I massaged my slick pussy, slipping one, then two fingers inside and then spreading my juices over my clit to lubricate it. Slave worked diligently on my foot as I brought myself closer to orgasm, again he mimicked sucking a cock with my big toe and the image drove me on. My fingers worked faster on my clit as I played out in my mind what I was going to do to him later and soon my stomach tightened and I came very suddenly and surprisingly hard. As I writhed on the chair, slave held my foot steady and continued to worship my feet until I told him to stop. Exhausted, I slumped back in the chair. I opened my eyes and looked down at my adoring, submissive husband, still kneeling with head bowed and his arms by his sides. "End of session" I said a little breathless. "Thank you Mistress" he said and rose to his feet. He returned to the kitchen and whatever everyday task it was that required his attention in there. A few minutes later he came back into the lounge. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Yes, it was fantastic." "I can't believe you would kiss and lick my sweaty feet without a thought!" "Well they weren't really sweaty, they were just nice and warm. Anyway, I told you if you called me slave then I would obey without question.... and I loved it." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small laminated card. "I made this for you, just like we said." I took the card and looked at it. On one side there was a black and white photo of me dressed in PVC, on the other some text, which I read aloud. "By handing to you this card, Mistress Rose hereby enslaves you, until such time as it's return is requested. By taking this card you agree to obey Mistress Rose without question, allowing her to use your body as she sees fit, for her amusement or pleasure." I looked up and saw him smiling. "Maybe you don't need it now?" "Oh no, I think I do. It took some nerve to do that... I might not always feel so brave." "Okay, I understand that." "And you promise always to obey me when I give you this card or call you slave?" "Of course, would I go to all this trouble if I didn't want you to do it?" "No I guess not. It's just that...well, it's not easy you know...." "I know" he crouched by the side of my chair and held my hand. "Look, I promise you if you use the card or call me slave I will always obey... I know what you're saying and I understand. If you try it and I don't go along with it then you won't feel comfortable about doing it again....and there's no way I'm going to risk that. I want this so much, there's no way I would do anything to mess it up, I promise." I smiled and kissed him, feeling more relaxed and reassured. "Thank you, you are a wonderful husband." "And you are a wonderful wife!" He smiled and I got up and went for my shower. - - - Later that evening my wife gave me the card and told me to get undressed and come to the bedroom in fifteen minutes. I opened the door to find her sitting on the end of the bed, naked and gorgeous. She told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. I complied immediately and she spread her legs to show me her already glistening pussy. "So, slave. I have some questions for you." I was transfixed by her beautifully trimmed pussy and obviously did not respond sufficiently quickly. "Look at me" she snapped, stretching her hand out and tilting my head up to look at her face. "Sorry Mistress." "That's alright slave, I know what effect my gorgeous pussy has on you, and don't worry, you'll be tasting it soon enough... but first, my questions." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "When did you find out about this idea of ruined orgasms?" "I don't know Mistress, I think I'd heard of them quite a while ago, but... I didn't really find out a lot about them until about two or three months ago." "Really slave. And so that being the case, why did it take you so long to share this information with me?" "I.....I don't know Mistress." "You don't know? You withheld important information from me and you have no satisfactory answer as to why!" "No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." Mistress slipped a hand between her legs and massaged her wet lips with her fingers, all the time holding me with a menacing stare, daring me to look down. When she realised that I wasn't going to defy her, her expression softened and she offered her wet fingers to my lips. "Taste good slave?" "Always Mistress, beautiful." "I'm still waiting for a reason slave..." I didn't know what to say. "I guess I was unsure about telling you Mistress." "Go on..." "Well, I wasn't sure if I wanted you to do it to me or not Mistress." "And since when has that been up to you slave? If you genuinely want me to own your cock and balls then that decision is mine, you should have given me the information before." "Yes Mistress, I'm very sorry." "You will be slave." Mistress moved back on the bed and lay down with her head on the pillow. "You may eat my beautiful pussy now slave...while I consider your punishment." "Thank you Mistress." "And remember slave, the better you make it for me, the more agreeable I'm likely to be, so make it spectacular!" "Yes Mistress, of course Mistress." - - - - I lay back and closed my eyes, I loved having my husband/slave eat my pussy. His tongue was quite excellent and more than made up for some of his other minor shortcomings, and he was always so into it... It was hard for me to believe that he could love doing it so much, but it was obvious he did. I had already decided on his punishment of course, so however well he performed it would not make much difference. Plus as I had already made myself come earlier that evening I knew he would find it harder to make me cum and I could use that as a reason not to lessen his punishment. That said, I have to give him credit, by the time I finally came, his tongue and jaw must have ached like hell! - - - When Mistress had recovered from her orgasm and I had licked all the delicious pussy juice from the insides of her thighs, she sat up and told me to get back on my knees on the floor. I scuttled back down onto the floor and waited with my head once again bowed. "Well slave, that was very impressive, but you took an awfully long time. Sometimes I wonder if you aren't stringing it out for your own enjoyment!" "Certainly not Mistress" I had to fight back a smirk at that remark! "Good, because when I tell you to lick my pussy, it's for my pleasure not yours. I know how much you love it, but it's totally secondary to my needs, isn't that right slave?" "Of course Mistress." "Very well, as long as you understand that..." Mistress got off the bed and stood in front of me. Her foot moved between my legs and in a flash her silky smooth instep was rubbing back and forth against my balls. Out of Your Hands Ch. 01 "Who owns your balls slave?" "You do Mistress" I gasped. "And your cock slave?" "You do Mistress." "Tell me slave. Tell me who owns your cock and your balls.." "You do Mistress." "Tell me properly." "You own my cock and balls Mistress." "That's not all though is it slave?" "No Mistress." "What else?" "You also own my mouth and ass Mistress." "That's right slave. They are mine to use as I see fit...isn't that right?" "Yes Mistress." "...and if I wanted to stand on your swollen, aching balls then you'll let me wouldn't you slave?" "If it pleased you Mistress." Mistress chuckled to herself softly. "You know slave, I love it when you tell me you would do anything for me, but sometimes....sometimes I feel like I want to test you." I swallowed hard, imagining her standing unsupported on my poor defenceless balls and Mistress chuckled again. "I mean, you've already eaten lots of your cum for me, taken my strap-on up your arse, let me abuse your cock and balls in various ways...though that's one area where I've been extremely lenient so far, I'm sure we could take that a lot further..." "If it pleases you Mistress." I almost whispered, my heart pounding as she spoke. "...I really ought to re-read your stories hadn't I slave, get some more ideas...I seem to remember there were quite a few where I made you suck cocks weren't there slave?" "Yes Mistress" my cock twitched excitedly. Mistress crouched down beside me and ran her hand all over my cock and balls, squeezing and rubbing both in turn. Her head close to mine, she whispered in my ear. "You like the thought of that don't you slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress." "That's right slave, if it pleases me." She left that floating in the air for a moment before following it up. "Well maybe it would please me slave. Maybe I can think of nothing more satisfying than watching you kneeling on the floor with your hands tied behind your back and a big hard cock fucking your mouth." She started pumping my cock which brought forth a low groan from my throat. "That's right slave, imagine that pulsing hard cock on your tongue...imagine the taste of your Mistress' pussy as you lick it off the head. Or maybe...my ass. Perhaps our guest would be granted access to the one place you've never been allowed. Imagine it slave, imagine how you'd feel as you felt his cock jerk between your lips and his cum filled your mouth, knowing you had to swallow it all...." My jaw started to shake as I fought the intense desire to cum. Sensing this Mistress let go of my straining meat and stood up. "Yes slave, the future is full of possibilities. But for now let's concentrate on the present." Mistress walked around the bed and opened the bedside table drawer. She fished out my rubber cock ring and a bottle of lube and then closed the drawer. She turned and came back to where I was kneeling and handed me the piece of rubber, the lube was tossed onto the bed. "Put this on." I took the cock ring from her hand and struggled to fit the rubber loop over my cock and balls. When I was finished Mistress inspected my work. My cock was impossibly hard now and looked as big as it ever had. "Good slave... that looks beautiful." Mistress ran one nail along the underside of my shaft, causing me to shudder slightly. Sensing that I might need a moment to calm down, she stood up again before continuing. "Well slave, I have decided that seeing as you kept this information from me you need to be punished. And what better way could there be to punish you?" I shifted nervously on my knees. "Keep still slave!" "Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." "That being said, you did bring it to my attention eventually... and in recognition of that fact I have decided to be somewhat lenient." "Thank you Mistress." "Don't interrupt slave." Her foot tapped my balls hard enough to get my attention. "Sorry Mistress." I winced, more from surprise than from actual discomfort. "What I have decided slave, is that...let's imagine you had told me about this idea three months ago...and let's further assume that I would have acted on this information as you intended....it seems thoroughly reasonable, does it not, to suggest that in the last three months I would have spoiled at least three of your orgasms?" "Yes Mistress." "So it would be somewhat churlish of you to object if I was to tell you that you now owed me three ruined orgasms. Don't you agree slave?" "Yes Mistress, absolutely Mistress." "And it would seem utterly reasonable therefore, for me to suggest that those three ruined orgasms will be your next three orgasms slave, starting with the first one tonight." "Thank you Mistress." I was breathing heavily now, her foot teasing the length of my cock as she spoke. "I'm not going to keep you 'enslaved' for the rest of the week slave, but you have to promise me that you won't cum without my permission. You can touch your cock all you want, but your next three orgasms will be ruined, and I will decide when they happen. Do you understand and agree slave?" "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." "And you realise how disappointed I will be if you disobey me slave?" "Yes Mistress, but I would never break my word to you Mistress." "Good slave, now get on the bed, on your back." I did as instructed and Mistress sat cross legged on the bed between my legs. She looked at my cock and licked her fingertips... "Hmm, I think we are going to need some lube for this slave." "Thank you Mistress." I felt the cool lube drip onto my cock and slide down the shaft and then her fingers closed around it. Mistress slowly allowed her right hand to rise and fall along the length of my stalk but applied almost no pressure, simply gliding her fingers up and down over and over. As she did this her left hand gently squeezed and rolled my balls. "I love it when your balls are tied like this slave, I can feel how heavy and full they are. I bet you're desperate to cum now aren't you slave?" "Mmmm, if it pleases you Mistress..." She chuckled to herself. "Not yet slave. But you make sure you tell me when you are getting close." "Yes Mistress." With my skin pulled tight by the cockring, Mistress couldn't really jerk my cock, so she simply used her hand like a pussy, sliding it up and down, gradually tightening her grip. The session continued for a good forty minutes, Mistress slowly rubbing my cock, applying more lube and finally using her fingertips to tease my cockhead until I was on the absolute edge of coming, but every time I told her I was close to coming she stopped for a while, watched my cock twitching and then began again. I was going out of my mind, desperate to cum but also knowing that even when I did get to cum that Mistress wasn't going to allow me to enjoy it properly. "Well slave, I think it's time..." Mistress tightened her grip a little and increased the pace of her actions. I was breathing heavily and it only took a few seconds for me to realise that I was going to cum. "I'm...getting...close...Mistress." Mistress nodded and smiled, she was enjoying this alright. And then I felt that familiar tightening and braced myself for the huge orgasm that was approaching. But, as soon as Mistress saw the first drop of cum emerge from the tip of my cock she removed her hand and watched intently. My cock twitched and pumped as my cum drooled out of the tip and slid down my shaft. Oh my God, I could barely feel it at all...I tried squeezing my muscles, desperate to increase the pressure and sensation, but to no avail. The frustration was unbelievable and I couldn't believe I had brought this upon myself. Sensing that I was nearly done, Mistress cupped her hand around my balls. "Any more cum left in there?" She asked as she squeezed them. "No Mistress." I sighed. Mistress oh-so-slowly milked the rest of the cum out of my cock and onto my stomach. "That was a big load" she said. "Did you enjoy that slave?" Before I could answer, she continued. "Not that it matters...I have to say slave, watching you endure all that and still not getting any release at the end of it certainly made my day, and that's all that matters isn't it?" "Yes Mistress." "Good slave, end of session." My wife climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. After I removed the cockring and wiped up the cum that had pooled on my stomach we settled into bed, holding each other close. "Well that was pretty intense." I was still recovering and could only murmur my agreement. "Do you think you can take two more like that before you get to cum properly?" "I guess I have to, don't I... after all, you can't start going easy on me otherwise you'll lose my respect won't you?" Her hand moved between my legs and she grasped my balls tightly. "Is that right?" She hissed. "Gnnn, I didn't mean...." Suddenly she kissed me hard on the lips, forced my mouth open and flicked her tongue against mine. She dug her nails into my balls as she kissed me then gave them one final squeeze before letting them go. We lay in silence for a moment or two. "Don't forget you asked me to do this, I'm only doing it because I love you..." "I know, and I'm more than grateful, I really am!" As we drifted closer to sleep I remembered an article I had read on the internet where a guy who had experienced ruined orgasms said that he found it very frustrating and even though he hated it in one way, he still loved the feeling of submission and denial. Having now experienced the same thing, I realised exactly how he felt and wondered how long it would be until I finally got to experience another proper orgasm. - - - I woke the next morning with a colossal hard-on, it was like I hadn't cum the night before at all. I reached down and closed my hand around it as I lay in the warmth of the bed. I so wanted to jerk myself off, but I gave my word that I wouldn't and I wasn't about to break my promise. Noticing that my slave card had been taken from the bedside table where I had left it the night before, I climbed out of bed and set about the routine of the day. Out of Your Hands Ch. 02 The next few days were hell on earth. My wife couldn't resist taking every opportunity to tease me, every little kiss was accompanied with a rub to my cock, and unusually for her she took to wearing very little in the house. She knew full well what she was doing and with no release for me it was driving me nuts. Three days after my first ruined orgasm, my wife waited until I was sitting on the sofa and then came and knelt on the floor between my legs. It was quite late and she had already changed into her dressing gown, which she slipped gently off her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous naked breasts. She'd had quite a bit to drink that evening and she was obviously feeling playful. "So...I bet you're pretty desperate for release now aren't you?" I nodded, she smiled and licked her lips. "Well....lets see what we can do about that." She unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off along with my boxer shorts to reveal my already hard cock. She let out a little groan as she saw how hard I was and then regained her composure. She stood up and straddled me, rubbing the tip of my cock against her already wet pussy. "Mmmm, that feels so good doesn't it?" I nodded again and groaned as I felt the amazingly silkiness of her pussy teasing my cock. She let me cock go and then rubbed her lips up and down the entire length of my cock. She leaned forward and said... "You must be so frustrated... I bet you'd do anything to get a proper orgasm right now wouldn't you?" "Yes Mistress..." I wasn't sure if to address her as Mistress or not (as she hadn't addressed me as 'slave'), but if it was wrong to do so, she didn't correct me. "Would you? Would you do anything I asked you to?" "Yes Mistress. You know I would." "One of these days those words are going to come right back to haunt you..." she said as she lifted her now dripping cunt up off my cock and slid her fingers inside her slippery hole. A few seconds later she held them to my mouth and I greedily sucked and licked them clean. "You're such a slut for my pussy aren't you?" "Yes Mistress." She grasped my cock and pushed it upright and I felt the tight wetness of her pussy slide agonisingly slowly down to enclose it. She held it still for a few seconds and then just as slowly lifted it off again. "I could make you come just like that, couldn't I?" "If it pleased you Mistress." I croaked. "I don't think you deserve that much pleasure..." Instead she lifted herself up and returned to the floor between my legs. She licked my balls first and then moved on to my cock. By this time I was shaking with frustration and hoped she would at least make it quick. Needless to say she did not. For about fifteen minutes she teased just the tip of my cock with her lips and tongue, her hand simply holding my cock steady as she tormented me. It was just like that first video I sent her, although the ending was somewhat different. "I'm getting close" I said, desperately hoping that in her obviously highly aroused state she might take pity on me and pump my cock hard to completion. Instead she simply closed her lips around the head and allowed my cum to drool into her mouth as she licked the underside of the head. It wasn't as bad as the first time because at least I had some contact with her lips and tongue, but it still didn't feel as if I'd come properly. When she felt my cock stop pulsing she gently massaged the rest of my cum into her mouth and then stood up and leaned over me. As she kissed me I felt my warm cum slip from her mouth into mine and I swallowed it. She'd never done that before, even when she was drunk, so that kind of took the edge off the frustration a little, while at the same time making it a whole lot worse! We kissed for ages, and when we eventually drew breath I told her how amazing it had been, even though I was still immensely frustrated. She reached down and was surprised to find my cock was still almost fully hard. "Wow, it really doesn't give you any relief does it?" "Not really, it just makes it worse if anything." She played with my cock for a little while as we kissed some more and then told me it was time for bed. Needless to say I wasn't allowed to go to sleep until I gave her exactly that which she had denied me. - - - A few more days passed and my frustration was getting unbearable, not having sex for a week is one thing, not cumming for a week is another, but actually ejaculating but having no feeling of release for a week AND being relentlessly teased is something else again. Several times I toyed with the idea of just taking matters into my own hands, but I knew that somehow my wife would be able to tell, and besides I had made a promise and I intended to keep that promise, no matter how hard it was. After all, trust was of paramount importance in our relationship and I couldn't bear the thought of deceiving her, especially not when she was only doing this because I asked her to in the first place. No, I started this and I had to take the consequences. After all, if I couldn't even survive this small challenge, how would I cope if one day she decided to call me out on some of the other things I'd claimed I would be willing to do to please her. Besides, I'd made it this far and there was only one more ruined orgasm to go. After this things would hopefully be back to normal. - - - Exactly one week to the day of my first ruined orgasm, I found myself in bed, kneeling between my wife's wonderful, smooth thighs. My straining cock was buried to the hilt inside her gorgeous tight pussy as I fucked her as hard as I dare. I knew I wasn't going to last long...it was a miracle I hadn't come already. But now I was in a very difficult position. She was acting as if everything was normal, as if the whole ruined orgasm thing had gone by the by....part of me wanted to go for it, but I was worried that if I took advantage a) she would think I had gone back on my word and b) I would leave myself open to further chastisement - which would surely mean more ruined orgasms! My wife turned onto her side, bending her right leg to give me easy access to her slippery, wet pussy. Like most men, I love watching my cock disappear into my wife's gorgeous slit and this position had the added bonus that I was able to prise her ass cheeks apart and look at her beautiful tight asshole. My wife loves it when I look at her ass, she knows it drives me insane thinking about sticking my tongue or my cock inside. But today this was just ramping up the tension, in fact this was impossible, looking at her gorgeous ass was making this completely and utterly impossible! I told her that I couldn't hold out much longer, whereupon she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back onto my heels, my cock hanging between my legs. Then she flicked her leg back over so that I was once again kneeling between her legs. "Jerk it, slave" she said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down between her gorgeous breasts at my throbbing cock. I took my cock in my hand and began pounding it, her pussy juice the perfect lubricant. "Now lick your hand." I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked it eagerly, tasting the wonderful mixture of her pussy and my cock together. "Now make yourself cum." I curled my fingers around my cock again and a few seconds later I knew the time was coming. Confused, I looked to her for guidance. She raised an eyebrow as she realised my predicament. My hand slowed on my cock as I fought to retain control, but it was a losing battle. Finally she relented... "Ruin it" she said. "Ruin it all over my pussy and then lick it clean." If I wasn't already coming anyway I surely would have been after that. Hard as it was I reluctantly released my grip as the first spurt of cum sprayed out of my cock and slid down her slick cunt lips. As she watched, my wife used her finger to stroke her clit. I absolutely love it when she does that and it only added to my frustration as my cum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her sodden pussy. "Squeeze your balls, make sure you get every drop out." I closed my hand around my balls and gently squeezed them. "Harder!" she ordered. I did as she instructed, relieved more than anything that it was finally over. She allowed me a few seconds to catch my breath and then told me to clean her up. I lay down on the bed and gently flicked my tongue over her messy cunt, swallowing every drop of cum as it was scooped into my waiting mouth. I continued long after all the cum had gone and added a couple of my fingers to my wife's dripping hole, eventually leading her to a massive orgasm, which left her flushed and breathless. - - - We lay quietly in the dark for a while, my orgasm had been one of the strongest I'd ever known and I was still a little drunk. Despite this or perhaps aided by it I decided to bring up the question of why he wanted this. "So...I was wondering...have you worked out why you wanted this yet?" He said nothing, but I could sense him shifting uncomfortably. It was always the same with him, he always found it hard to start these conversations, but often once he got started he really let it all out, in fact sometimes it was hard for me to take it all in. "I think....." He began tentatively. "I think, what it is, is that...I love you so much, and I want to always be closer to you." Touching as that sounded, it left me somewhat confused. "But I thought we were really close?" "Yes of course we are...but I feel so strongly about you that I always want more, it's kinda like if we weren't married but we wanted to be." He paused again... "That is, I mean....we are married, obviously....but I want more....I want to have that jump again, you know...I want us to feel...." "Sorry, are you saying that we aren't as close as we were when we first got married?" "No, no...of course not. I think we're much closer! It's hard to explain. I want us to be even closer...but there's not really any way of achieving that in the normal scheme of things. But...I guess I see submission as a way forward, a way of getting even closer...I mean ever since we started doing this we've become a lot closer haven't we, I mean over the last ten years or so..." "That's true." He paused again and I sensed that there was something big coming and he was having trouble spitting it out. "So...that's why I've been fantasising about you having control of my orgasms." Now it was my turn to be silent as I mulled over what he was trying to say. "I know it sounds crazy, but in my mind I want you to have total control over my orgasms and that includes ruining them if it pleases you." Wow! "But why? Ruining them I mean...what's the point of doing that?" I knew from the internet of course, but I wanted to hear his reasons. "Well.... one reason is that... it's a way for women who control their men to 'clean their pipes', because men really aren't supposed to not cum indefinitely, it causes health problems. And some really dominant women don't want their men to have a proper orgasm at all, so they have to have a way of draining their balls... actually some of them do that by 'milking' them, which is really just massaging the prostate until they cum, and mostly they don't even get hard..." "That doesn't sound like a lot of fun." "Well, no I don't fancy it myself...." "Go on...." "Well, the other thing is obviously that it's frustrating for the guy and a power trip for the woman. Especially if the guy knows it's going to be ruined in advance, or even if the woman tells him she might not let him cum properly...." "Well I loved doing it." "I thought you might. Plus because the guy doesn't get any relief he stays horny and so teasing is more effective... I really shouldn't be telling you all this should I?" "Hahaha, no you definitely should be telling me everything. Remember what happened last time you kept things from me. Or maybe that's what you wanted all along?" He said nothing, he didn't deny it though... "Actually...." There was a long pause and I felt myself tensing as I waited for him to continue. "...I have...kind of fantasized about ....being...." Another very long pause, which I finally had to break. "About being what?" "Umm, being..........locked up....but, I don't know if..." "What you mean in one of those things we saw in that shop in London?" ".....Yes." "Really?" I wasn't sure what I thought of that idea...it seemed maybe a step too far to me. "Yes, but...the thing is, I ...I don't know if ....I mean, I have read about it on the internet, and to be honest it sounds a bit.....awkward." "How do you mean?" "Well....going to the loo and stuff and cleaning yourself. There was one guy who was allowed to take it off to shower but then his girlfriend supervised him while he showered, and that's just....you know, unless you are really into that whole thing in a big way....I can't see it. But the idea of it, I love the idea of it, it's just doesn't seem that practical to me. Plus every picture I've ever seen of one being used, the guy is circumcised, and I'm not, I'm sure that won't help matters either. But the thought of giving you the key and being totally unable to touch my cock....I love the thought of it." I thought for a moment, then asked "Well, do you think you could wear one overnight? Say like if we had a session, could you wear it the night before so that you wake up with it on? Or maybe I could lock you up for a bit after a session, just so you get the feeling of it?" "I guess so...I don't know. I'd still have to take it off so I could shower before the session. I don't see how you are supposed to clean yourself with one of those things on..." He fell silent again, but it was an uneasy silence, he was obviously stealing himself to tell me something else. "I....." The seconds ticked by and I rolled over and lay my head on his chest, his heart was beating fast. "Come on, you might as well tell me...." Another long pause. "I.......kinda like being....." "C'mon you know you can tell me anything." "I know...I love that about us." "So..." "Frustrated... I kinda like feeling sexually frustrated." "Really?" "Yeah, you know how guys usually wake up with a hard on...." "Yes." "Well....sometimes, when I wake up I feel really hard, like I want to just jerk myself off...but I kinda like that feeling of desperation, so...." I curled my fingers round his half-hard cock, I thought it might help to relax him. "So...?" I prompted. "So....I sometimes just.... rub my fingers up and down my cock, like....really gently, and I imagine it's you teasing me, telling me I can't cum until you say so." I began loosely rubbing his cock as he spoke, bringing forth a deep sigh of pleasure. His cock was getting harder, desperate for his long denied release. "And then what?" "Well, when I can't take it anymore...I get up." "You don't cum?" "No." "Never?" "No...one time I nearly did, but...I stopped just in time." "How close were you?" "Really close... so close I thought I might have blown it. There was pre-cum on the tip of my cock...I imagined you telling me to lick it off my fingers..." "And did you?" "Yes." I was jerking his cock quite hard now and he was obviously turned on by what he was telling me, hard as it might have been for him to say it. I got up and kneeled next to him so that he could look at me as I wanked his desperate meat. Then I manoeuvred myself so that I was balanced on my hip and my legs were to one side and slowly lifted my left foot towards his face. Without a word he opened his mouth and sucked on my toes. It didn't take long until his body started twitching, it was obvious he was getting ready to come, to finally enjoy the orgasm I had denied him all week. "Are you getting near?" I asked unnecessarily. He groaned into my toes. "If you've been telling me the truth....the most wonderful thing I could do for you right now would be to take you to the brink and then stop, wouldn't it..." He groaned again. "Better tell me when you're close, or you'll end up ruining another one." I pumped his cock for all I was worth, convinced he couldn't take much more. It was barely thirty seconds until he finally broke his silence. "Stop, please...." I steadied my hand, but left it wrapped around his twitching cock. After a few moments I very gently moved it up and down and was quite surprised to see a small amount of pre-cum appear on the tip of his cock, he really had cut it fine..." I removed my toes from his mouth and swirled my finger around the tip of his cock before offering it to his lips. "Lick it." His tongue flicked out and swirled around my fingertip. "It'll make next time even better won't it?" He nodded as he took my finger into his mouth for a second, until I withdrew it.. "That was amazing." He said gratefully. I lay back down and curled my fingers around his cock again, gently stroking it. He was still pretty hard, but nowhere near the edge. "I love that you can tell me all your secrets." "It's not....easy, but I love you, and I trust you. I know I have some crazy ideas and I know you will make sense of them and not let me do anything....." My sudden interruption surprised me almost as much as it did him. "Sometimes I want to..." I said, blurting it out, before I'd had a chance to stop myself. "Sometimes I want to make you do things that I shouldn't....I just haven't been brave enough yet.....and I'm worried that afterwards ..." I clung to him, looking for reassurance. "I won't, I promise you I won't. When I say I would do anything for you...I really mean it. Whatever you want to do, I won't ever hold it against you." I kissed him deeply for several minutes until my lips were tingling. His cock was still hard and I moved down his body until my lips circled around his head. I reached between his legs and rolled and squeezed his balls with my hand. Then I slid my body over his until we were in a 69. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart giving his a perfect view of my asshole. I took my mouth away from his cock long enough to bark an order at him. "Lick my beautiful ass." He didn't need to be told twice and buried his tongue into my tight hole, relishing the opportunity to taste my delicious ass. When he first asked me to let him do that I thought it was kind of gross, but I must say, I've grown to love it, not only because it feels nice, but also because I know it drives him crazy. I devoured his cock with my mouth, sucking hard until my cheeks hurt. Then I released him and turned around. His momentary disappointment at losing my ass from his tongue subsided as I plunged my pussy down over his aching cock. He reached up for my tits and squeezed them together, using his fingertips to roll my rock hard nipples as I bounced on his meat. "Go on" I said breathlessly. "Fill my tight pussy up with your hot cum." He moaned loudly, loving every word I said. "Do it" I hissed and bounced even harder on his cock, squeezing my cunt muscles as I tried to massage the cum out of his poor cock. A few seconds later his body stiffened and he gasped as he spurted the remaining cum from his balls into my slippery hole. I squeezed with all my strength, draining every last drop of his liquid out and then collapsed on his chest, kissing him again and then enjoying the feeling of closeness as he held me tight. We stayed like that for several minutes and then I sat up. His cock was soft, but still inside me, holding in the cum he had deposited in me. "Was it worth the wait?" I asked. "God yes" he said, beaming. "Good. Now you've let on that you like being kept frustrated...you better enjoy it when you get the chance." Out of Your Hands Ch. 02 He looked a little embarrassed, then tried to say something but I spoke first... "Don't try and deny it, it's too late for that." He closed his eyes and looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him up. "I'm not sure about that chastity thing though...but I like the idea. I guess it's not so different to when I put you on 'stop' a few days before our sessions. I mean you aren't supposed to touch your cock then either, although I bet you do, you've admitted before that you have....for all I know you could be doing it all the time and lying about it so that I don't paddle your ass." I thought for a moment. "What if you made me another card, and when I gave it to you that meant that you weren't allowed to touch your cock at all, except when you absolutely have to, for showering and stuff?" "Okay..." "But you have to promise to stick to it, just like you promised with the other one." "I will." "Hmm, you say that now...but I think we need some incentive. Because I'm not going to supervise you.....that's ridiculous. " I thought for a minute and then continued. "I still don't think either of us is ready to make this a 'lifestyle' as such, and I still want us to have normal sex. But I am prepared to extend my domination over you, as long as it's at my discretion." "Whatever you say, I just want to make you happy..." "I know you do." I bent down and kissed him again. "Okay, how about this...you make me another card, we'll call it the 'Chastity Card', and that means you aren't allowed to make yourself cum or even touch yourself unless I say so. However long that is..." "Okay..." He smiled. "But you also have to agree that if you disobey me, or if I even think you've disobeyed me, then you have to go into chastity for real." He looked excited and nervous at the same time. I ran my fingers over his chest and pulled his right nipple up between two of my nails. "Tomorrow, I want you to go on the internet and find out how much one of those things costs. Then I want you to write me a cheque for that amount, sign it but leave the date off. You can give it me when you've made the Chastity Card so I can keep them together." His face was a picture. "You wanted me to control your orgasms and I will, but if you cheat on me I'll cash the cheque and you'll wear it whenever I tell you. Won't you?" He nodded. "Of course you will. I don't even need to threaten you with anything, because I have the only thing that you love more than anything in the world. You couldn't bear to live without my gorgeous pussy could you?" "No Mistress." He breathed. "You fucking love my pussy don't you slave, I bet you can barely go five minutes without thinking about it can you? I bet you think about it when you wake up... when you go to sleep... when you're driving... when you're at college... when you're at work... you're thinking about it now aren't you, thinking about the way it looks, the way it smells, the way it tastes... you're desperate to taste it again aren't you slave... you can never get enough of it can you... even when it's full of cum you still want it, don't you?" "Yes Mistress" he gasped. "Beg me. Beg me to let you lick my pussy again." "Please, please let me lick your pussy Mistress." "Tell me how desperate you are, tell me how much you want to lick your cum out of me..." "Oh God, I do...I want it so much, please....please let me taste it, please let me clean your beautiful cunt with my tongue." I lifted myself up and felt his cock slip from me. I covered my oozing slit with my hand to hold his cum inside and moved quickly to straddle his face. His tongue plunged deep inside me, desperate to clean the sticky mess from my pussy. "You love eating cum from my pussy don't you?" I asked as I looked down at his blissed out face. He responded by working his tongue inside me even further. "I loved watching you lick your cum off my pussy earlier. It proves how much you love me, that you'd do that for me. I know it tastes much better from inside me. But sometimes I like to know that you'll suffer for me. You like suffering for me don't you slave?" From between my legs I heard a muffled sound that I took to be 'Yes Mistress'. "That's good slave, because you're going to be suffering a lot more in the future. And you're going to be eating a LOT more cum." I rubbed my dripping cunt all over his face, coating it with our juices, using his nose to rub my clit, then I pulled away and leaned over the side of the bed. I opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out my glass dildo. I stood up and crouched above his chest and he watched intently as I slid the glass cock all the way into my soaking wet cunt. Moaning softly, I pulled it out and offered it to his mouth, the entire heavily ridged length smeared in more cum that was out of reach of his tongue. He obediently opened his mouth and sucked and licked the glass rod clean. "That's it my little cumslut, get every drop of that precious spunk. One day you might be licking it off a real cock...you'd like that wouldn't you slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress" he said, licking his cum from his lips. I pushed the glass cock inside me another three times and each time I had him lick it clean. His continued compliance boosted my confidence still further and as he licked and sucked the dildo and I asked him if he had thought where this might lead: "What if I like keeping you locked up slave, constantly on edge and desperate for release? What if I make you wear a cage all the time, only letting you out when I want to play with you? Didn't you tell me that my pleasure was more important than your own?" "Yes Mistress..." "What if I decided that even if I did let you out, I would take you to the edge over and over and then ruin every orgasm I did let you have...except, maybe on your birthday? Would you still worship and adore me?" "Yes Mistress..." his voice was almost a croak. "As long as I let you continue to be a slave to my beautiful pussy, eh slave?" "Yes Mistress...thank you Mistress." I couldn't help but smile as I removed the dildo from his mouth for the last time. "I'm very pleased with you slave." "Thank you Mistress." After we cleaned up and settled down to sleep I remembered something very important. I turned over and snuggled up to my husband, my mouth close to his ear. "Night baby, love you...." "Love you too, that was so, so amazing. You are the best wife in the world!" "Yes it was...." Now it was my turn to pause, unsure how to say what I wanted to say. "Umm, you know when you get that quote...." "Yeah..." "Make sure you include the 'Points of Intrigue*', won't you." - - - The next day I gave my wife the card as we had discussed, along with a quote for a CB-3000 (complete with 'Points of Intrigue' as requested), and a undated signed cheque for the amount in question. She thanked me with a very hot kiss and told me to be certain she would keep it safe. She looked at the card and read it to herself: "By handing to you this card, Mistress Rose hereby binds you into chastity until such time as she sees fit to release you. Your cock and balls belong to Mistress Rose and you may not touch them without the Mistress' express permission. You will not cum until Mistress allows it." There was a great photo of her printed on the card next to the text and on the reverse a photo of the CB-3000 and the 'Points of Intrigue' with the words 'Disobedience leads to ultimate denial' written underneath, I thought it was a good reminder of what to expect if I didn't live up to my promises. "Perfect. You're so creative." She kissed me again and rubbed my cock through my jeans, it was already getting hard. - - - The card had come back into my possession just a week later as we were due a 'formal' Femdom session. I had acted in accordance with my promises and for her part she had taken great delight in making it very hard for me indeed. I had never felt so teased, or seen her naked so often as I had in those four days. It was a massive effort to resist touching my cock, especially as every night when we went to bed she would rub her ass against it, or rub one finger lightly up and down it for a minute or so. Come the end of the session I was ready to agree to just about anything she wanted me to do, I was just praying she was going to let me cum properly. She told me to lay on the bed on my back and secured my ankles and wrists to the bedposts once more. My ass felt empty where she had just fucked it with her strap-on and the memory of the warm strap-on in my mouth was still fresh. I noticed she double checked the fastenings and wondered why she was so concerned, it's not like I'd ever tried to escape before. This should have set alarm bells ringing, but of course hindsight is always 20/20. Mistress knelt on the bed between my legs and started jerking my cock, my balls aching for release as they swung repeatedly against the bottom of her fist. She bent down and took my swollen cock into her mouth. Then she moved up and kissed me on the mouth. "You love the taste of cock on my mouth don't you slave?" "Yes Mistress." "I think it's high time you got to taste a real cock, don't you?" "If it pleases you Mistress." "Oh I think it will please me slave..." she smirked. "I definitely think it WILL." Now I was nervous, now it was obvious why she was so concerned with my bonds. "Look at your cock slave, it's rock hard. The thought of me watching you take a big hard cock in your mouth drives you crazy doesn't it slave?" It was pointless to deny it. "Yes Mistress." "You know slave, I can't wait to watch you suck cock and eat another man's cum from my pussy after he's fucked me hard...." She paused to let that sink in. "...but sadly slave, it won't be today." A huge sigh of relief escaped my throat, which Mistress couldn't fail to notice. She shook her head and reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the clothes pegs that had been removed not five minutes previously.... "You want these on again slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress." She clipped the two pegs onto my still sore nipples and I gritted my teeth until the initial pain subsided. "You're not out of the woods yet slave. Even though I it won't be today, it won't be that much longer..." I realised I was trembling slightly. "...but let's not get ahead of ourselves." She plucked the pegs off my nipples causing me to utter a sharp wince as the blood returned and the feeling came back. Mistress moved back down to where my cock was straining upwards. "So slave, do you remember that video you sent me?" "Yes Mistress." "Well, I'm sure you must have looked around that site a little bit....?" "....I guess so Mistress." "Huh... well I'm sure you remember there was another video on the very same page...with a Russian girl." Oh shit, I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Maybe Mistress." "Maybe?" "Yes, Mistress." "Really, so how come you didn't tell me about that video slave?" "I....don't know Mistress." "Oh come now slave, I thought you told me it was your duty to keep me informed of these things?" "Yes Mistress." "But you decided to keep that one to yourself, didn't you?" "Yes Mistress." "You know I'll have to punish you for that don't you? "Yes Mistress." "Very well." Mistress began pumping my cock as she spoke. "So....despite that little slip, and seeing as I am a truly benevolent Mistress, and seeing as you gave me such a magnificent orgasm earlier, I am going to let you cum......properly." "Thank you Mistress." I truly meant it, though I knew there was surely worse to come. "But, after that I will continue to jerk your cock....for one minute from when you stop cumming. Do you think you can handle that slave?" "I have no idea Mistress." It was true, no man could inflict that on himself, so how could I possibly know. I only knew that Mistress sometimes unwittingly did that for just a few seconds when giving me handjobs, and that while it was very intense it was far better than stopping too soon. But a minute of it? That was going to be hell! "Well slave, fortunately for you, I will allow you stop me at any time if you can't take it. However...if you truly wish to please me, then you will suffer the full minute... and as an added incentive... I will tell you now that your next three orgasms depend on how you perform. Is that clear?" "Yes Mistress." Mistress gripped my cock tighter and pumped my shaft hard. "By the time I count to ten you will cum slave." Mistress began her count and as usual I had to switch my brain from trying desperately not to cum (as I had been for the last hour) to desperately trying to cum before she finished counting. Fortunately I felt the first spurt of cum squeeze through my shaft at 'seven' and I bucked my hips as Mistress skilfully emptied my balls with her amazing fingers. But of course, Mistress wasn't stopping... "One minute starts now slave" I heard, as she continued pumping my now sensitive cock hard and fast. I flexed and writhed on the bed as she jerked my meat and then I felt Mistress' palm rubbing against the tip of my cock as she worked the whole length of my reddening shaft. I swore aloud, but Mistress continued regardless. I knew I couldn't take much more of this but the thought of losing my next three orgasms spurred me on. I gritted my teeth and remembered how the guy in the video had begged the Russian woman to stop, and how she laughed at his pleas. But my Mistress had told me I could stop her at any time, I just had to say so. My mind wrestled with the thought of sacrificing my next three orgasms versus the torture I was currently enduring, but after a few more seconds and despite the lubrication of my spunk all over her hands and my cock, I knew I was done. "STOP! Please stop." Mistress stopped almost immediately and checked the clock. I lay still on the bed, my cock still throbbing madly. Mistress moved up the bed and told me to lick her hand clean. I stuck out my tongue and the bitter taste of cum filled my mouth. "Well slave, I'm slightly disappointed, but you did quite well I suppose, for a first time.... Sadly for you, you only managed to save one orgasm. Now if you could have held out for another seven seconds..." So, that was it, I made thirty-three seconds...Fuck! "...even so, I'm still very disappointed that I had to find that video for myself, so here's what I plan to do..." I began to wonder what else she'd seen on the damn internet, God knows there was some really bad shit on there that I definitely didn't want her to see... It also occurred to me that maybe her earlier comments might have been prompted by her watching some cuckolding videos? Still, I had used those ideas in my own stories many time before. Even so, the thought of having to lick one or more loads of cum off of her body or out of her stretched out cunt made me shiver with nerves. "Are you listening to me slave?" She asked sharply. "Yes Mistress!" She reached down and ran a nail along the length of my sore cock, eliciting an involuntary and rather nasal grunt from my throat. "I said, I'm still rather disappointed in you...and so as a punishment for not showing me that other video, I have decided that the one orgasm you managed to salvage..." Oh no, no, this wasn't happening. "...must be taken before I untie you." I wanted to cry, but I knew I brought this on myself and I had to suffer the consequences. "You can stay here as long as you like slave, it's up to you." I thought about it for a moment, but I knew in my heart that my cock was not going to be getting hard again anytime soon, and even if it did... "Do you wish to forfeit your one good orgasm slave?" I struggled to speak, unwilling to accept my fate. Mistress stood by, waiting impatiently. "Well slave?" "Yes...Mistress." I sighed, in utter defeat. "I thought so" she said as she started untying me. "You should thank me really, I had thought about making you wear the parachute and tying it to your big toes. Can you imagine how that would have felt when you came slave?" "No Mistress." Well I could but I didn't really want to! "Better pray that you never have to find out slave..." - - - When I got out of the shower the next morning and went downstairs, I found a note from my wife next to the fridge. 'I hope you enjoyed the orgasm you had yesterday, because now you have two ruined ones to look forward to...and don't even think about touching MY cock...' I picked up the small piece of paper and turned it over only to realise the chastity card I had returned to her just yesterday was underneath it and now back in my possession. I looked at the reverse of the note and it continued... '...if you thought last week's teasing was bad, well...you'll see. Love you, R.' Out of Your Hands Ch. 03 A few days passed by... I'd suffered one of my ruined orgasms a couple of days after our session, my wife simply letting go of my cock after a wonderfully long and teasing blowjob. Just like the first time my cock twitched helplessly and though I squeezed my muscles in desperation, it really made no difference. My cum drooled out just like before and I got absolutely no relief whatsoever. And now here I was at home all alone, wondering for the first time if I might dare to jerk myself off. After all, my wife was at her friend's house for the evening...could I take the risk? I was just thinking exactly that when the phone rang. "Hello" I said pressing the phone to my ear. "I hope you aren't playing with MY cock, slave." My wife's voice was quiet but echoey, as if she was calling from a tiled bathroom or toilet. "No Mistress!" "You better not be." "I wasn't Mistress, I swear." I didn't dare tell her I was thinking about it though. "Go upstairs, into the bedroom." I did as I was told. "Now get your cock out and get it hard." I opened the buttons on my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers, it was already firming up. "Now jerk your cock for me...and while you are doing it, look at the pictures of me on the wall." "Yes Mistress." I looked at the three black and white photo canvasses that hung over our bed, they were pretty tame really (they had to be developed at the shop after all!), but at the same time they were fantastically hot photos of the woman that I have always and will always worship. I pumped my cock harder as I thought of all the times I had kissed and licked those gorgeous feet and beautiful breasts... "Do you want to cum slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress." I knew by now that what I wanted was neither here nor there. "Quickly slave, get as close the edge as you can....and then tell me." "Yes Mistress." "Can I trust you to ruin it slave, even though I'm not there to see it?" "Of course Mistress." "Really slave? Will you ruin it for me? Will you ruin it into your own hand and lick it clean for me?" "If it pleases you Mistress." "Keep going....and hurry up, I can't stay in this toilet for ever. And slave, if I can't smell cum on your breath when I get home..." "Yes Mistress." I pumped my meat harder, conflicted by the thought of ruining my own orgasm and then licking my hand clean. Then suddenly my wife interrupted abruptly. "Stop!" she hissed. "I have a better idea..." With mixed feelings I reluctantly obeyed, my frustrated cock standing straight out as she filled me in. She had never intended to let me cum at all. "...I will be home in one hour. When I get home I expect to find you on the bed, on your knees, head down. I want to see a butt plug in your ass and your cock-ring fitted." "Yes Mistress." "And I want you to leave the paddle and the strap-on out for me. I'm going to fuck you until you cum, even if it takes all night. So make sure there's plenty of lube, you're going to need it." "Thank you Mistress." She hung-up without another word and I did likewise. Turning from the bedroom I looked at the clock, aware that I only had one hour to be ready. As I got half way down the stairs the phone in my hand rang again. It had to be her. "And one more thing slave, I want to see your cock and balls completely shaved." - - - I arrived home exactly one hour later and there he was, just as I had instructed. I made a quick check to see that he had followed my instructions to the letter and was pleased to find everything in place and his cock and balls shaved totally smooth. "I'm very impressed slave." "Thank you Mistress." His voice was shaky as he waited for me to make my next move. "I should have made you shave yourself a long time ago." I picked up the paddle first and gave him a couple of whacks with it. After each one he counted and thanked me just as I had trained him for so many years. "Would you have ruined your orgasm for me slave, even though I wasn't here to watch?" "Yes Mistress." "And would you have licked it up for me?" "Of course Mistress." "You know slave, I think you're getting a taste for the cum...that's good, because it's only going to become a more regular occurrence. Maybe I won't let you swallow it so quickly next time, maybe I'll make you hold it in your mouth for a while, so that you can enjoy the taste as it sits on your tongue..." "If it pleases you Mistress." "Yes slave, that's right, if it pleases me." I gave him another whack with the paddle. "Three, thank you Mistress." "And it does please me slave, it pleases me very much." "Thank you Mistress." I dropped the paddle and twisted the butt plug in his ass. First pulling it from side to side and then pulling it half way out so that it stretched his tight hole. I let it go and his ass sucked the plug back inside. "So are you ready for my strap-on slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress." I reached lower and with my left hand circled his balls, easily since they were already separated by his cock ring. I used the nails on my right hand to scratch them and then squeezed firmly with the left. Increasing the intensity each time until my nails left marks on his trapped balls. "I wonder...." I thought aloud "...I wonder if I could make you cum just by scratching and squeezing your balls....what do you think slave?" "I doubt it Mistress" he winced between groans. "Huh.... But what if you hadn't been allowed to cum for a month slave? Do you think it would be possible then?" "I don't know Mistress...." "Perhaps we'll have to find out then..." "If it pleases you Mistress." I released his balls, picked up the strap-on and stepped into the loops that held it around my waist. I quickly tightened the straps at the sides and in one quick movement pulled the butt plug out of his ass and tossed it on the bed. I walked around the bed and kneeled in front of his face, pulling his mouth down onto the strap-on and started fucking his face as hard as I dare. He gagged a couple of times before I let him up for air and then I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table. I walked back around the bed to where his empty ass was waiting for me and climbed on the bed behind him. I squirted half the bottle of lube into his crack and forced the head of the rubber cock into his ass. He let out a groan as he felt the large fake cock move inside him, stretching his ass much more than the modest butt plug had. I pushed it in hard and just knew that he was gritting his teeth as his breath hissed between them. In the end it only took about five or six minutes for his balls to empty themselves all over the sheet. Despite that I carried on fucking him for the same amount of time again, for no good reason other than I was enjoying myself. When I finally pulled out I scooped the cold cum up with my fingers and smeared it all over the strap-on. He obediently licked it clean without even having to be told and held it in his mouth until I gave him permission to swallow. He was now truly becoming my slave. And I fucking loved it. - - - Over the next six months things moved on quite steadily until one Friday my wife told me that she wanted to thank me for all the fun I had given her recently. She told me she had never been so happy or felt so loved and adored. I told her it made me very happy to hear that and kissed her passionately. When we broke the kiss she told me she wanted me to have a weeks holiday. I looked at her a bit confused... "No not a real holiday, I mean...a holiday from what we've been doing for the past few months." "Oh, right....okay." This was confusing! "I thought maybe, for the next week I could be at your service..." My frown gave away my utter confusion. "...what I mean is, you can cum as many times as you like, and I'll suck you, or fuck you, or jerk you as many times as you like..." There had got to be a catch to this, surely! "Great, and how many ruined orgasms do I get?" "None." "None?" "None. I promise." Now I was completely confused. This just didn't make any sense at all. "So, let me get this straight, you want me to cum as many times as I want in the next week, and all I have to do is ask and you will get me off, however and whenever I want?" "Yes...within reason." "Meaning?" "Meaning, don't even think about asking if you can fuck my ass." Hmm, well that wasn't entirely unexpected, but even so....there had to be a catch to this... but what could I do. "Well...wow, that's great, thanks." "Oh, there is one thing though...just so you don't get carried away and forget who's in charge..." "Yes..." "...you have to promise to eat up every drop of cum you shoot." "What, the whole week?" "Yes." Fuck. I knew there was a catch...I quickly calculated that if I got really carried away I could wind up eating fifteen or more loads. Although, obviously, if I was cumming that often they would be quite small. "Okay." I said, cautiously. - - - What a week that was. I licked my cum off her feet, out of her pussy, off her breasts, she even let me cum in her mouth, though of course she made a point of French kissing me afterwards and making me swallow it. On Wednesday she even lay on the bed and held her ass cheeks apart and let me jerk off all over her asshole (and lick it clean, obviously). But as awesome as it was having her at my beck and call, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that I was gonna have to pay for this somewhere along the line...plus, a large part of me was kind of missing being dominated. And so it was that the following Friday I found myself with just a few hours to go before my 'holiday' ended. I kept looking at the clock wondering exactly when my wife would stop taking requests and wondering if my poor, tender cock could take any more punishment. I hadn't come so many times in a week since I was a teenager and it was really taking it's toll. Before I could come to any definite conclusion, my wife appeared and told me that as my treat was nearly over, she wanted to do something special for me. She led me up to the bedroom and firmly secured my ankles and wrists to the bedposts, then she tied a shoelace around my balls and left one end trailing like a leash. Once tied she left the room for a while and came back wearing her PVC Basque and some fishnet stockings. She climbed onto the bed and stood over me, her fingers idly massaging her wet pussy. "You look amazing" I said. "Thank you" she replied as she bent down to retrieve the end of the shoelace. She pulled the lace tight and my balls were pulled up to the side of my cock. She placed her stockinged foot on my ball sack and pressed it hard against my groin, just like in the latest video I'd sent her. She continued this for several minutes, switching between crushing my cock and balls and then lowered herself onto my face so that I could lick her gorgeous wet cunt. She moaned softly as I greedily tongued her slippery hole, until finally she could wait no longer and moved down my body to impale herself on my aching cock. She rode me hard, slowing down once or twice and leaning forward so that I could suck on her wonderful nipples, but then speeding up until she was bucking in a frenzied motion, as if she was trying desperately to squeeze the very last drops of cum out of my poor tired cock.. For the first time ever she came as she rode me, her muscles spasming as she writhed and twisted, milking me past the point of no return, my weakened cock spurting the dregs of my utterly drained balls into her sodden cunt. In a flash she was on my face, holding her lips apart and groaning as my tongue flicked at her over sensitive clit, before snaking inside to retrieve the last drops of my cum. "Yes" she moaned. "Lick it clean, get every drop...enjoy it like it's the last time." That last part didn't sink in until a couple of minutes later. My wife eventually lifted herself off me and retreated momentarily to her dressing room. When she returned she was clutching a box wrapped in shiny paper. "I got you a present" she said, looking down at me. "Shall I open it?" "If it pleases you Mistress." I said realising that my time was now at an end. She ripped open the paper and discarded it carelessly. Then she opened the plain white box and took out a felt bag about the size of a glasses case. For a second I wondered if she was giving me a new pair of shades, but I should have known better. The CB3000 was now a reality, and I was suddenly very scared. "I've decided that I'm ready to take the next step, are you slave?" "I.....I don't know." "You told me this was your fantasy, but you were too scared to ask for it. Well, I'm making the decision for you." "Thank you Mistress" I heard myself say it, but was completely shell-shocked. "Don't worry slave, I'm going to make it very easy for you. I'm going to keep the key on a chain around my neck, and the only time you'll be allowed out is when your arms are tied, that way you won't have to wrestle with your conscience, this decision is quite literally out of your hands." "Oh, and by the way, don't worry, I will be cashing your cheque, I just didn't want to give you any advance warning..." - - - Believe me, it wasn't an easy decision and I certainly didn't rush into it. After my husband confided in me his fantasy of being locked up I went back to the internet and read up on it from a non-commercial chastity website. Here I learned that locked-up men tended to be far more attentive and loving and I thought that sounded great, not that my husband wasn't loving and attentive anyway, but even so... I was also fascinated by the letters from men who told how while initially they found it difficult they soon learned to love the feeling of being controlled and how close it made them feel to their partners. But on another site I also discovered the flip-side where some men described how their wives had locked them up and just basically ignored them. Needless to say the men soon tired of this and either removed their cages themselves or removed themselves from their marriages. The plain truth of the matter seemed to be that if you wanted to 'keep' your husband, you needed to be prepared to put some effort into it too. In other words, it's called 'Tease AND Denial' for a reason! That aside I still had some sticking points when it came to moving ahead with this new situation. From my internet investigations I was a little surprised how this sort of thing seemed to go almost hand in hand in with sissification. While I guess I can understand the humiliation aspect, I had no desire whatsoever to see my husband dressed up like a girl! Fortunately, he had previously told me that that particular aspect of sexuality definitely didn't appeal to him. So that was one thing I certainly didn't need to worry about. Another, slightly more troublesome matter was simply that (as much as it sounded great on paper) I really didn't want to involve anyone else in our sex life. Which kind of undermined the whole cuckold / forced-bi fantasy... I thought about it long and hard, and I came to realise that even if I was interested, the actual logistics of finding someone with mutual attraction, who was also cool with the whole Femdom thing...not to mention who was discreet, clean and ideally who's cock was at least a couple of inches bigger than my husband (I mean cuckolding your husband with someone smaller is just lame, isn't it?), well, it just seemed like a nightmare... So I decided that I would tell my husband that there were things I was happy to do and there were things that I wasn't. But just before I made that particular announcement I had what can only be called a moment of clarity. And then suddenly it was all so obvious... Why tell him anything? Why spoil the fantasy? If everything is my decision then if I do something or not is up to me, I don't need to explain myself to anyone. Let him believe whatever he likes, if he wants to believe it's only a matter of days until he watches me getting fucked in front of him and then has to clean my pussy... well so what. And then I realised that, in a way, not doing these things keeps them more powerful...more of a threat. Once something is experienced for real, it loses some of it's mystique... Besides... though I truly believed my husband when he said his absolute love for me meant he would submit to my desires (seemingly almost without limitation), I did wonder if he could actually cope with the reality of what he was suggesting. My fear was that if he couldn't, we might ruin what we had in the process of finding out, and I simply wasn't prepared to do that. So in the end I decided to keep the fantasy alive, by allowing him to believe in it - indeed reinforcing it by suggestion, but at the same time protecting him from his own devotion. - - - I had been wearing the CB3000 for a week now, and had been allowed out (a very generous) three times. Of those three times, my wife had allowed me to cum twice, but had ruined one of them to help keep my frustration levels high. After the first time I was allowed to cum, I was informed that my clean-up duties were now permanent and that every drop of cum I produced would now be going down my throat. No excuses! I was told I needed plenty of practice, as Mistress didn't want me making a fuss when I had to do it for real... The thought of which made my head swim. It was Saturday night and we had gone for a drink in a local pub. We came back home just before closing time and sat down in the lounge with another drink. Unusually my wife chose to sit on the sofa next to me instead of sitting in her chair. She swung her legs onto my lap and then lifted her right foot up to my face. I immediately supported her foot with my hands and peeled her sock away to reveal her gorgeous soft foot. As I started kissing her velvet instep she sighed and idly rubbed her pussy through her jeans. One thing I really loved about this new life was the confident way she behaved around me now. Whereas six months before she had instinctively covered herself up when she got out of the shower, now she practically strutted around in front of me, fully aware of the way her nakedness affected me. Not unusually I suppose, it had taken many years for her to become comfortable with rubbing her pussy in front of me, but now she did it completely without shame or embarrassment. This was something I absolutely loved and encouraged, I mean what sort of man doesn't like to see his woman give herself pleasure, right? I'd always thought it was hot as fuck... As I kissed and licked her toes, she asked me how I was liking the new arrangement so far. "I'm extremely happy... Mistress." I told her. Mistress seemed to have become the accepted way for me to address her now, at least when we were alone and 'playing'. "That's good, slave....I need to ask you something though, something very important." I stopped kissing her toes and turned to look at her, which merely brought on a raised eyebrow and a wiggled foot. I continued my worship as she continued, somewhat hesitantly, with her question. "I want to know....if you...are ready to give up your freedom to me....permanently." I quickly answered in the affirmative, but she was not satisfied. "No, I want you to think about it. Think about what that really means... I am quite happy to become your full time Mistress.....and actually if you accept, I will no longer be your Mistress R, I will become your Goddess. Mistress sounds so... temporary, and this won't be a temporary situation. I got the idea from Goddess Starla, I'm sure you know who she is slave..." "Yes Mistress." Anyone searching for Femdom clips on the internet would have come across Goddess Starla fairly quickly after all... Out of Your Hands Ch. 03 "Of course you do. I must admit, I do envy her somewhat...a full time slave to play with whenever she pleases and no job to get in the way, what a wonderful life! Perhaps we should copy her idea and make a living out of your submission?" I said nothing, surely she wasn't serious...I felt slightly woozy as I contemplated that kind of situation, on the one hand it would be heavenly, but on the other... "I must say, I particularly liked that clip where she gives him a hand job and then just as he starts coming she gives his cock a good slapping to ruin it... though I do wish she wouldn't dress her poor slave up like a girl!" Well that was something positive at least... Suddenly Mistress stood up and peeled her jeans off. She lay back down on the sofa and pushed me gently onto my knees between her legs. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me close so that my nose was pressed up against the damp black cotton of her panties. I breathed in deeply, intoxicated by her gorgeous scent. After a few moments she rubbed her pussy against my face and then used a finger to pull the fabric to one side. Her finger slid down her slit and then into her wet cunt. She pulled it out and offered it to my lips as she calmly continued... "Anyway, getting back on-topic.... I have decided that I would be willing to have you as my permanent slave. I've re-read all of your stories in the last couple of weeks and I have to say slave, your passion is more than obvious in your writing. I believe you when you tell me that you would do anything for me, I really do...and from time to time I may well test you. But that will be for me to decide as and when I see fit, and you will not test my patience with undue pro-action or disobedience. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "As I said, your passion is apparent in your writing and I think it's obvious that this is what you wanted all along. It's understandable that you might be nervous about giving me complete control, but there is no need to be. I love you just as you love me and I will not allow anything bad to happen to you, or for anything to happen that will harm our relationship." "Thank you Mistress." She pulled her panties to one side again and told me to lick her pussy. Naturally I was only too happy to comply. "That said, having re-read your stories...I don't see that there's anything in there which is completely out of the question. In fact, I must admit I was rather taken with that part in 'Owned'... the chapter with the C.B.T. box." "Thank you Mistress." "I think I should like you to make me one of those for me slave." "Yes Mistress, I would be honoured to." I continued licking Mistress until she came, my cock throbbing in it's Perspex prison, and then when she had recovered and I had licked up every drop of pussy juice that I could find I dared to ask a question. "Mistress, will I be your sex slave, or....an actual slave?" "Well...what's the difference? Surely if I control your cock then I control you, and anything I want from you can be easily obtained?" "Yes, but...." "Okay, if you are asking me if I'm going to control you 24 hours a day then no. It's unthinkable. I'm not going to humiliate you in public or take you shopping with a lead round your neck... and I don't want you to become pathetic and permanently at heel. I love you as you are and I don't want you to change at all... but if I want your attention I expect you to give it to me, immediately and without question. I don't want to hear '...but I'm just in the middle of this or that...' or '...can I just finish this...', that's not how it works." She looked at the clock and noted the time, 11:45. "I'm going to give you fifteen minutes to think it over slave, and while you're thinking it over, I'm going to let you do something you love doing...." She slid off the sofa and repositioned herself on her front, her ass cheeks sticking up inches from my face. I peered down and breathed heavily as I saw her tight pink hole. "Lick my beautiful ass." She commanded. I lent forward and gently slid my tongue between her cheeks, feeling the puckered skin touch the tip. Her ass crack was flooded with pussy juice and I soon licked it clean before working my tongue gently into her asshole. After a couple of minutes Mistress was pushing back against my tongue, helping me to work my way deeper and deeper inside. "Yes slave, tongue my gorgeous ass....imagine I've just been fucked in the ass and now you have to clean me up, that's what you want isn't it? Prove your devotion to me slave, clean my ass of cum." My cock was throbbing madly now, the CB3000 feeling tight and uncomfortable. "Good slave." She breathed as she finally pulled away, leaving me desperate for more, even though I'd been tonguing her tight hole for a good ten minutes. She flipped herself over and quickly removed the key for my CB3000 from her necklace. She held it out on her palm and told me that it was decision time. "....if you become my permanent slave, you won't have to be bound every time you are released from the CB3000, I know you won't defy me... You will also get weeks off from wearing it, which will make it all the more difficult when you have to start wearing it again....I'm not going to make any promises about how many orgasms you will get, or how many will be ruined, that will be at my discretion, though it's fairly safe to assume it'll be at least 2-1 in my favour, probably more....I read about a couple on the internet and he goes down on her every night and only gets to jerk himself off on a Sunday... that could be you, slave. I'm not saying it will be, but it could be... could you handle that?" "If it pleases you Mistress." She stared directly into my eyes, trying hard to read me. "Are you truly sure slave?" "Yes Mistress." She checked the clock again and saw that it was now 11:59. "You have one minute to decide slave. You can take the key and release your cock. We will forget any of this ever happened, we'll throw everything in the bin, all the toys, all your stories, everything...or you can become mine forever." I bowed my head as the clock struck twelve, the key remained in her hand. "Thank you Goddess, I will not disappoint you." - - - The garage was very warm and the floor was covered in sawdust, off-cuts of PVC and drops of glue. It had taken longer than expected (meaning five days without release for me!), but I had finally finished the box. I took the contraption into the house and placed it on the lounge floor. "Wow, that looks fantastic slave" said Goddess R. "Why don't you get undressed and get yourself into position, I just have to go and get something from upstairs..." I slid my jeans down my legs and then suddenly realised... "Umm, Goddess....I need you to unlock me." My wife was almost at the bottom of the stairs when I spoke and she turned and came back into the room. "Of course slave...how could I forget!" She bent down and unlocked the small padlock and then freed my cock from the CB3000. As soon as it was free it sprang upright, desperate for attention. "There, now you get into position, I'll be right back." - - - As slave manoeuvred himself into position and struggled to ease his aching cock and balls through the hole in the box, upstairs I was already slipping on my new shoes. I had spent some time practicing walking in them and now I was supremely confident... and I needed to be! I moved in front of my full length mirror and admired my choice, a combination of bright red PVC straps, a Perspex sole and 4" stainless steel spiked heels, something I would never have chosen six months ago, but now... now things were different, I was a Goddess, and as a Goddess I was looking forward to nothing more eagerly than making my slave clean the shoes that he had willingly paid for, with his tongue. But of course, first there was the small matter of trampling his cock with them and emptying his poor swollen balls over them so that there was something for him to clean up... As I looked in the mirror it finally happened, I had been feeling a bit strange all week, and now, finally, I saw myself the way my husband had seen me for so long: confident, dominant and effortlessly sexy. It had taken so long, but now I wasn't just acting a part, now I truly felt that I was a Goddess. As I looked at myself in the mirror I felt my hand move between my legs and start to rub my pussy. In that moment I knew that things were going to move to a much higher level and that all my previous hesitation and misgivings would be swept aside. It wasn't important that my husband dreamt of being my slave anymore, it was only right that he should serve me, because I deserved it! - - - It had been a busy day, with a million things to do and no time to do them, but now everything was done and I sat down at the computer to check my emails and my bank account. I clicked on my emails and saw that there was one from my Goddess. I clicked the mouse and the page opened to reveal several links, underneath there was a small note... "slave, I found these videos on the internet and I thought you ought to see them. When you have watched them come downstairs and bring My strap-on'!" I clicked the first link and watched as the 'Princess Melanie' rode a dildo strapped to her slave's face. After a while the camera changed shots and you could see her slave was wearing a cock-ring to keep him hard as she teased his clean-shaved cock with just one or two fingers. Then she picked up a small paddle and started swatting his balls hard, laughing as he writhed beneath her. This went on for some time, the Princess alternating between teasing and swatting until finally she came and then fucked his mouth with the dildo, telling him to clean it up for her. I clicked the second link and watched a very fit (but somewhat overacting) brunette being pounded hard by a huge pair of black guys and then begging them to spray their cum all over her stomach so that her cuckold 'husband' could clean it up... which he then reluctantly did. The third link featured 'Princess Melanie' again and showed her fully clothed, wanking her heavily restrained slave's meat. When she realised he was just about to cum she squeezed his cock very tightly in her hand, laughing as he groaned in frustration. Then when she was certain his orgasm was ruined, she released her grip and his cum oozed out onto his stomach. As a parting shot she slapped and then kicked his balls as she got up to leave. Finally I watched as a very severe looking Mistress with her hair scraped back gave her slave his monthly release. As she pumped his cock she told him how she was going to make him suck cocks for her and when his cock erupted all over her leather glove she held it to his mouth and ordered him to lick it clean. I went downstairs and told my Goddess that I had received the email she had sent and had watched the clips. She didn't move from the chair she was sitting in but told me to get down on my knees in front of her. I knelt as she had instructed and then she placed her right foot on my chest. Unusually for her she was wearing a skirt and as she placed her foot on my chest I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. My pulse quickened as I glimpsed her gorgeous pussy and hoped I met get to taste it soon. "Now slave, listen carefully.... a week ago I asked you if you would give me complete control and you agreed.... But, the thing is slave, when I asked you, I myself wasn't totally committed and it's possible you may have picked up on that. Since then I've come to realise that I want to push you to your limits and beyond, and I want to see you suffer for me like I never thought I would. I guess I didn't want to face up to it before slave, didn't want to believe it was in me, but I've finally realised that your suffering makes me cum harder than anything else. That's why I sent you those videos slave, I wanted you to see what the future holds for you... as and when it pleases me. Seriously slave, this really is your last chance. After this there is absolutely no going back. I will be in complete control of your cock, your balls, your ass and your mouth...and you will obey me without question." "Yes Goddess." "Kiss my foot." I closed my eyes and started worshipping her beautiful foot, curling my tongue through her toes and then sucking them one by one. "I'm serious slave, this is it. After this there will be no normal life for you with me ever again. I've already given you one chance to go back to a vanilla life, and this is the final time... after this, no more. This is it slave, if we go back to normal now I think we'll be able to adjust, but if we continue on this path and you can't take it...I think the only solution will be separation, and I will have to find a new permanent slave..." Goddess R trailed off as I ran my tongue from the tip of her big toe to her heel. I was breathing heavily now, scared of what would happen if I agreed but even more scared at the thought of losing my Goddess. There was a flash of light, and I realised that Goddess had taken a photograph of me worshipping her feet. "I'm serious slave, I'm taking these pictures to make sure you can't flake out on me. If you say you want to continue, things are going to get rough and it's not going to be easy for you....it's not going to be easy for you at all." The camera flashed again and she continued. "I want pictures of you with my strap-on in your ass and cum smeared all over your face slave, nothing less will suffice." I realised I was shaking as she continued. "I'll let you have these pictures back slave, just as soon as I get a picture of you cleaning me up after I've been fucked raw. Can you imagine what that'll feel like slave? Watching your Goddess getting pounded by a pair of well hung studs... all the time knowing that when they've finished using my cunt, mouth and ass, it will be your job to clean up all that spunk and juice with your tongue?" "No Goddess..." I gasped before closing my lips around her big toe and sucking it gently. "No, not yet slave... but I bet you can imagine how hard your cock will ache, locked in it's cage as you watch and suffer for me." "Yes Goddess." "If you're very lucky they'll both cum deep inside me, I know it tastes so much better when it's mixed with pussy juice, but then maybe it won't be in my pussy... but even if they just spray it all over me you'll still lick up every drop won't you slave?" "Yes Goddess." "Of course you will slave ...and eventually you'll learn to love suffering for me... you'll beg me to let you clean my gaping pussy and ass, you'll beg me to allow you to suck cock for me and you'll beg me to punish your balls with my paddle... It makes me so hot knowing your cock is locked up slave, knowing that there's nothing you can do about it. I adore your frustration, I love the look in your eyes when I unlock you and take you almost to the point of return, but never quite let you fall over the edge. I know it's hard for you, but I know you love it when I cum so hard and you know that's because your suffering makes me so hot. It's a price worth paying isn't it slave and ultimately there will be nothing you won't do to fuel my ecstasy.... In your heart, you know that don't you slave?" "Yes Goddess." "And why is that slave?" "Because your pleasure is my pleasure Goddess... nothing else matters to me anymore..."