0 comments/ 33646 views/ 2 favorites Everything Has a Price Ch. 02 By: MALIBUMAN666 Truth be told, the first four days of my four weeks of denial were pretty uneventful. I was allowed to worship my beautiful Mistress's pussy on the third day and gave her a very nice orgasm. Afterwards we cuddled until she fell asleep, leaving me to lay awake for some time with a rock hard cock that I wasn't permitted to touch. I was just starting to wonder whether I should enquire of my Mistress if she was still planning to go ahead with what we'd discussed, but I soon discovered that she was merely toying with me... On the fifth day, a Friday as it happened, Mistress greeted me at the door with a kiss. We enquired after each other's day and she told me she had booked a local restaurant for 8:00pm. That was just over two and a half hours away. She told me she wanted me to go upstairs, shave and shower quickly and then come to the bedroom. I was shaved and showered and was through the bedroom door within seven or eight minutes, and when I walked in I was greeted by the most glorious sight. Mistress was laying on the bed, on top of the duvet, completely naked except for her black lacey bra. Her legs were spread wide open and she was fucking herself with her favourite glass dildo. She told me to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and I complied with her instructions immediately. She told me to slowly stroke my hardening cock as I watched her and added that under no circumstances was I to cum or to stop stroking. She said I could slow down if necessary, or loosen my grip, but I must not stop stroking. She paused for a moment and then added, "If you absolutely must stop stroking your cock then you will be punished, but that will be nothing compared to what will happen if you make yourself cum!" I assured her that I would do as she instructed and curled my fingers around my cock and began a slow, rhythmic wanking motion. Mistress couldn't actually see my cock from where she lay on the bed, but it didn't really matter because as soon as she finished speaking she closed her eyes and concentrated on the glass dildo that was working it's magic inside her pussy. I have always thought watching a woman pleasure herself was one of the most amazing things you could ever see and having been ordered to kneel at the foot of the bed and allowed to watch, made it even hotter. Mistress pulled the glass dildo out of her pussy and rubbed the deeply ridged toy up and down her lips, groaning as the peaks stimulated her clit. Abruptly she pushed the clear glass cock back inside herself and fucked herself hard with it for a few seconds. Then she pulled it clear once more and held it up so I could see it, her juices glistening on it's super-smooth surface. "You'd like to taste that wouldn't you slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Say please...." "Please may I taste your beautiful juices from your dildo Mistress?" She did not answer but tossed the dildo onto the duvet between her feet. I reached out with my left hand to retrieve it, but she stopped me. "I don't remember giving you permission to do that," she snapped. "I'm...I'm sorry Mistress." She watched me suspiciously as her fingers manipulated her clit. "I hope you're still rubbing that cock, slave." "Yes Mistress." "You know better than to disobey me don't you slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Have you had to slow down yet?" "Not yet Mistress." "Good slave, because you've a way to go yet." "Thank you Mistress..." She rubbed her clit for a while as I watched intently, my desperation to taste her juices growing stronger by the second. "You may suck the dildo slave," she announced finally. "Thank you Mistress," I said as my hand once more reached to retrieve the glass cock from the duvet, where it still lay between her feet. "No, don't use your hand...pick it up with your mouth." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." I leaned forward until I could get my lips around the head of the glass dildo and then sucked it into mouth and pulled it back so I could straighten up again. As she had told me not to use my hand, I daren't do anything but hold the toy in my mouth as I continued slowly stroking my cock. She watched amused, as it became harder and harder for me to hold the dildo in my mouth. "I hope you're not going to drop my dildo slave?" I shook my head, knowing that to try and talk would be foolish in the extreme. She smiled. "That's the best dildo I've ever had slave, but I don't need to tell you do I? I'm sure you remember that time I fucked you with it... you liked that didn't you slave?" I nodded my agreement, slowing my hand as the memory of that occasion made my cock a little bit harder than it had been previously. Eventually she allowed me to use my free hand to remove the dildo from my mouth. She told me to spit on it and get it nice and wet, it was fairly obvious where this was leading. "When you've made it nice and wet I want you to sit on it." I obediently pushed the dildo back between my legs and eased myself down on the slippery toy. Unlike plastic or rubber, glass is so smooth that even with hardly any lubrication it slips inside and it doesn't drag or hurt at all. Within a half-minute the cock was fully inside me and I knelt back up to continue watching my Mistress pleasure herself. "Is it fully inside you slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Good slave, don't let it fall out, will you..." "No Mistress." Hearing this made me thankful for the lack of any artificial lubrication as that would have made that task a lot more difficult. "I bet your cock is like an iron bar now isn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Five days since you came already, but only two for me of course...you did a wonderful job on Wednesday night, as ever... but tonight I fancied a change. So, that's why you're down there and I'm playing with my own pussy for once. Tell me slave... have you ever seen me make myself cum before?" "No Mistress..." She knew damn well I hadn't, she just liked asking me these questions for the sake of it. "No...but you'd like to wouldn't you slave?" "Yes Mistress," I sighed, somehow sensing this wasn't going to work out quite as I might have hoped.. "Of course you would... keep stroking that cock slave..." "Yes Mistress." "Is watching me make myself cum another one of your secret fantasies slave?" "Yes Mistress," I gulped, quite loudly. "I see. Well... you've already had one of your fantasies fulfilled this week so I think maybe we should save it for another time. Don't you slave?" "Whatever pleases you Mistress," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. She let out a small moan as her fingers worked her clit and she felt herself moving a little closer towards orgasm. "Hmm, reach under the bed slave, and pull out what you find there." I reached under the bed and my fingers touched something cold and rubbery. I realised immediately what it was and pulled it out. "Put it on," she said. I obediently slid the blindfold over my head and adjusted it so that I couldn't see out of the sides. "Is it effective slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Good." She fell silent for a while and as my sense of sight was removed I found my hearing becoming slightly more acute. I could hear the sound of my own fingers slowly pumping my cock back and forth and more excitingly I could hear her fingers manipulating her sodden cunt. As I knelt there slowly pumping my cock, every sound that came from the bed made me want to pump my cock hard until my cum burst from the tip in a glorious stream. But I knew what was expected of me and kept myself under control. We must have stayed like that for a good ten minutes or so, until I heard a small grunt escape her lips and then the sound of her body convulsing violently on the bed. After she had cum I felt my own orgasm approaching and had to slow my strokes right down. The dildo buried in my ass didn't make it any easier as it's deep ridges rested against my prostate, stimulating it and urging me to stroke faster so that my balls could release their load. I heard her moving on the bed and thought I could feel her closer to me than before. Then she spoke, and I realised she was right at the foot of the bed, looking down at me stroking my cock. "Good slave, I am pleased with you." "Thank you Mistress," I said, hoping that she might tell me to stop sooner rather than later. Instead she pushed her fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean of her gorgeous juices, slowing my hand even more as I licked between her fingers until every drop was gone. "Good slave, you may stop stroking now." "Thank you Mistress," I gasped as I released my cock and dropped my hands to my sides. "It looks incredibly hard slave, that must have taken a lot of self control." "Yes Mistress... it did Mistress." "I am very pleased with you slave... I would offer to let you slide your poor aching cock inside my beautiful, wet pussy... but I fear you would explode as soon as you felt my silky soft lips on your skin, don't you agree slave?" "Yes Mistress," I ruefully conceded. "Some other time perhaps," she sighed. "Whatever pleases you Mistress," I offered, torn between the desire to feel her beautiful pussy and the knowledge that if she did allow me inside her I would surely cum instantly, thus leaving me open to God knows what kind of punishment.. She reached down and I felt her fingertips sliding along the length of my cock. It bobbed as she teased it and then I felt her move lower and she squeezed my balls in her palm. "Hmm, maybe you could stand just a couple of seconds.... but I don't want to risk it, I want to keep these balls nice and full. You've done well so far, but five days is only the start... you know you're not going to cum for at least another 23 days, don't you slave?" "Yes Mistress..." my voice must have given away my confusion over her wording. "Oh I know the agreement was for 28 days slave, but you know... things can change, if it pleases me...." "Yes Mistress." She released my balls and sat up on the end of the bed, her legs splayed open so that my face was just a few inches from the heat of her pussy. "Can you smell my pussy slave?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, licking my lips as I breathed in her delicious and intoxicating scent. "Do you want to taste me slave?" "Yes please Mistress," I begged. "I'm sure you do... my pussy is soaking wet and my juices are smeared all over the tops of my thighs...." I let out a groan as I imagined the view beyond the blindfold. "Just breathe me in," she said as she placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, probably just a couple of inches from her dripping slit. It was so hard not to dive into her pussy and lick every drop of juice from around her warm wet hole, but somehow I managed to control myself, wanting to show her that I could obey her every word. She held me there for a couple of minutes, watching me breathing in her scent almost in a trance. "You may kiss my pussy," she said softly. Obediently I planted one tender kiss on the sodden lips of her pussy and then waited for further instructions. She trembled slightly as she felt my lips graze hers and for a moment I thought she was going to allow me to go further, but sadly it was not to be. She pushed me gently back and then I sensed her moving away from me. My lips had her juices on them and I desperately wanted to lick them and swallow her taste. But I daren't do anything without her say so. "Wait here," she said and I heard her walk out of the room. Once I was sure she was gone I snaked my tongue over my lips and swallowed her gorgeous juices. I heard the shower start and then stop and still I waited. It must have been nearly half an hour before she returned and my knees were aching from kneeling for so long. I felt the blindfold being pulled away and I squinted against the bright light until I refocused. Mistress stood before me in the dress she had chosen for our dinner date. "You look beautiful Mistress," I said, admiring the woman I was honoured to call my wife. "Thank you slave," she said as she sat on the end of the bed and raised her bare foot to my mouth. I took hold of her foot to support it and began kissing and sucking on her toes and inevitably this caused my cock to quickly harden once again. Noticing this, Mistress used her other foot to rub it gently and then scratched my balls with her long painted toenails. I groaned into her foot as she did this and she dug them in harder causing me to wince slightly. Then I felt her pull her foot away before giving me a playful kick. It didn't hurt, but it was a surprise that caught me off guard. Mistress was amused to note the effect it had on my cock and commented on it. "Do you like being kicked in the balls slave?" "I...well, as long as it's not too hard Mistress." She smiled and then kicked again just a little harder. "How about that slave, your cock seems to be getting harder so I'm assuming it didn't hurt?" "No Mistress, that was fine..." She swapped her feet over and pushed her other foot towards my mouth. Again I supported it with my hands and gently began worshipping her beautiful foot with my lips and tongue. "Not that it matters slave...after all, I control what happens to your balls, so I can kick them as hard as I like, can't I slave?" "Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress." She chuckled and almost inexplicably I felt my cock become even harder, even though I had no real desire to be savagely kicked in the balls! I then felt her toes sliding along the length of my cock before her foot delivered one more slightly harder, but still essentially fairly 'gentle', tap to my hanging balls. Deep down I knew she would never 'ball-bust' me, but hearing her talk about it still turned me on, even though I knew the reality would likely be quite unpleasant! "You love my feet don't you slave?" "Yes Mistress," I replied truthfully. "Hmm, I sometimes wonder if you like my feet more than the rest of my body, is that true slave, you're always so keen to worship them?" Now here was a minefield of a question, which I subtly sidestepped. "I do love your feet Mistress, but I love every inch of your body. I would gladly kiss and worship any part of your body if you asked or allowed me to. But I do particularly like worshipping your feet because it seems the most submissive... " "Really slave, don't you think worshipping my ass is more submissive?" "Perhaps Mistress, but I know that being allowed to worship your ass is a special treat that I have to earn, when it pleases you." She shifted on the bed as my words brought a fresh flood of pussy juice to her already dripping slit. "Is that how you see it slave?" "Yes Mistress. I adore worshipping your ass...." "So you'd rather be doing that than kissing my feet slave?" Ah, shit, I'd talked myself into a corner here. "Umm, yes Mistress... but I still consider myself fortunate to be allowed to worship your beautiful feet." "But you'd rather be working your tongue deep into my tight ass?" "Yes Mistress...if it pleased you Mistress." She sat in silence for a few moments watching me squirm as I eagerly worshipped her foot and enjoying the feeling of my mouth on her skin. "Well slave, I suppose I should punish you for that... but I can see that you really do love to worship my gorgeous feet, so maybe I'll let it go this time." "Thank you Mistress," I gasped, before slipping her big toe inside my mouth and gently sucking it again. "After all, I can't really blame you for lusting after my beautiful, tight ass can I slave?" "No Mistress." "Is it your favourite taste slave? Or is my pussy still your number one?" "Your pussy always tastes absolutely wonderful Mistress... but being allowed to worship your ass is just...special Mistress." She pulled foot away and stood up so that I was level with her crotch. She turned around and told me to kiss her ass. I leaned forward slightly and pressed my lips to the fabric of her dress where it stretched beautifully over her cheeks. She turned round again and bent down to kiss me on the top of my head. "You have done very well tonight slave... but now I think you should go and get dressed, time is knocking on." "Thank you Mistress.... Umm, may I remove the dildo Mistress." She gave me a playful, indecisive look, then bent down and gave my cock one more hard squeeze. "Yes slave, you may remove the dildo." "Thank you Mistress," I said, breathing in her perfume as she rose to her feet once more and then left me alone to get ready. I carefully extracted the dildo from my backside, trembling slightly as the deep ridges stretched my ass as I pulled it out and then took it to the bathroom to wash it thoroughly. By the time I had done that my cock had softened somewhat and as I had already shaved and showered I merely needed to get dressed and I would be ready to go. Fifteen minutes later we were in the car and driving to the restaurant... Everything Has a Price Ch. 03 The ride to the restaurant was short and we arrived well in time for our reservation. On arrival we made for the bar and I ordered our drinks and within a few minutes we were sitting at our table. My wife picked up one of the menus the waiter had left and started to peruse the choices on offer. I tried to do the same, but sitting opposite my beautiful wife and thinking back to what we'd been doing before we left the house, I was more than a little distracted. "What are you having?" She asked, stirring me from my daydream. "Huh?" "What are you having?" She repeated, smiling and tilting her head to one side. "Oh, erm....I haven't actually looked at the menu." I realised that the waitress was standing by my side and felt rather foolish. "I'll come back in a few minutes," said the waitress. "Thanks," I said as she disappeared. No sooner had she left us than I felt my wife's bare foot pressing into my groin and squeezing my hardening cock against my thigh. I looked down and then straight at her but she was feigning ignorance. "Well, I like the look of the mushrooms to start," she said, the ball of her foot rubbing hard against my cock. I decided the best thing to do was to play along and so I returned my attention to the menu. "Mmm, I might have the....erm, pate." She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "And then, I think the pie looks nice..." I added. Again the raised eyebrow but no comment. "I'm going to have the lamb," she said decisively. The waitress returned and we ordered our food, but still she kept rubbing my cock with her foot. We talked as if nothing untoward was happening under the table and when eventually the starters arrived, I felt her foot pull away from my aching cock. "That's enough for now," she said as the waitress turned to leave. "Thank you Mistress," I whispered. She looked at me for a second, wondering whether to tell me to say it again only louder, but eventually thought better of it. It was our local restaurant after all, so instead she smiled and whispered back 'Good slave'. The rest of the meal was uneventful, the food was delicious and we both had the sickliest dessert on the menu. Consequently, when we arrived home at about 10:45 we felt like doing nothing more than laying down and going to sleep, or I certainly did. However, Mistress wasn't quite so snoozy, and she'd drunk quite a bit of wine, which generally makes her horny. So no sooner had my head hit the pillow, than she threw back the covers and moved down the bed to suck my rapidly growing cock. She really went for it, pulling on my balls and stroking me every which way as her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, until finally I couldn't take any more. "I'm getting close," I warned her, but she kept sucking and pumping me harder. I repeated my warning, but she paid me no heed, her mouth sucking harder as if trying to vacuum the cum out of my balls. I felt my cock twitching and my balls starting to tighten and was about to repeat my warning a third time when she let my cock slip out of her mouth and then moved up the bed to kiss me. I tasted my cock on her breath and felt my wet cock throbbing against my stomach. As our tongues flicked against each other I was unsure as to whether I had just been put to the test or whether the alcohol had made her forget that I was in chastity. Then again, if she made me cum was that okay? I presumed not. My wife kissed me for some time, said 'good night' and fell asleep almost as soon as she turned over, but I lay awake for some time, my cock throbbing desperately and with a very full stomach. - - - I awoke first and got up almost straight away, I still felt kind of full and I've never been the laying in bed for no reason sort. I went downstairs and read for a while and eventually heard my wife getting out of bed. After a few minutes the door opened and she stood there in here dressing gown, obviously feeling a bit rough but looking delicious as usual. My cock stirred into life again as I watched her bare legs carry her to the kitchen. It was already quite warm for the time of year and I was looking forward to the summer when I would get to see her gorgeous legs and feet more often. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," she said, not sounding particularly great. "Just need some headache tablets." She returned from the kitchen with a glass of water and two painkillers which she quickly swallowed. She obviously wasn't in the mood for talking so I let her read in peace, while I went for a walk. We live in a fair sized village and you can easily walk for the better part of an hour if you want to, so long as you don't mind some pointless walking up and down streets that are next to each other. It never bothered me, I always took my iPod when I walked alone and I found that I tended to drift off thinking about other stuff as I went through the motions of exercise. Needless to say I had plenty to think about as I walked. On my return I found that my wife had gone back to bed, her hangover really starting to kick in and so I was left to ponder my thoughts for some time longer. I mean, the last thing a hungover woman wants is her husband asking her stupid questions, right? Right! So I left her alone to sleep it off. - - - By the evening she was feeling better and we watched a film together. When it finished we both decided an early night would be a good idea and so we turned in at just after 10pm. As she snuggled against me, I felt my cock stirring again and finally had to ask about the previous night. "Umm, you know last night....did you forget that I wasn't supposed to cum?" I felt her suppressing a laugh, and then after a moments she said, "Maybe..." "So what was I supposed to do?" I asked, comically feigning exasperation. She laughed out loud now and looked up at me, her hand curling around my stiff cock. "Well?" She suddenly looked serious and let go of my cock. "Remember who's in charge here," she said, suddenly taking on the persona of my Mistress for a few seconds, before laughing again. She settled back down and her hand crept back to where my cock lay waiting. Her fingers encircled it once more and began a very slow stroking motion. "Okay...I forgot, I was drunk, you know..." "So what would have happened if you'd have made me cum?" "I don't know..." "Would you have punished me?" "I don't know..." she repeated, her fingernails digging into my cock slightly. I took that as a warning to shut up and did so immediately. She continued stroking my cock softly, until I started gently pumping my hips to increase the effect. Sensing my movements she held her hand still and told me that if I wanted to do that then I could do all the work. I tried for a few minutes but it was nowhere near as satisfying as being stroked and eventually I apologised and asked her to continue. She stroked me another three or four times and then let go altogether. "Perhaps in future you'll learn that I decide how much pleasure you get, not you?" She said curtly. "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." I wanted to beg her to touch me again, but even I could see that that was in complete contradiction to what I'd just said and besides, she was already turning over to go to sleep. I nestled against her, enjoying the feeling of her asscheeks rubbing against my throbbing hard-on ass she pushed them back towards me. We lay there silently as I gently stroked her stomach with my left hand and kissed her shoulder and back until we both fell asleep. I woke up at 1 in the morning, still rock hard, and aware of a light film of pre-cum coating the tip of my cock. For the first time since I had agreed to this period of chastity I was feeling quite desperate to cum, and we hadn't even passed the first week yet. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but my cock was absolutely throbbing and it was everything I could do not to get up and go to the bathroom to toss myself off. I lay there for another ten minutes or so, my aching shaft pulsing in time with my heart beat, until my eyes closed and I started to drift off.... I was almost asleep when I felt my hand gently close around my cock and give it a very firm squeeze, then a very hard tug. Suddenly I was awake again and aware of what I had just done, I pulled my hand away even though every sexual part of my brain was screaming at me to pound my cock in my fist and to make myself cum. "Go on," said a voice in my head. "She doesn't have to know..." I ignored the voice, but felt my hand slowly creeping back towards my cock. I pulled it away again and lay there thinking about what I had just done and thankfully before anything else happened I fell asleep. - - - When I woke up in the morning, I knew I had to confess my crime. I also knew that I should confess as soon as possible, or risk further punishment for my misdemeanour. I turned over and saw my wife laying next to me. Her eyes half open. After we had exchanged pleasantries I stole myself and confessed. "Mistress, I have a confession to make." Her eyes opened fully. "Last night, I woke up at about 1am and my cock was really hard and.... well, I touched it." My wife made a tutting noise and sighed somewhat theatrically. "I know Mistress, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself." "Really slave, you haven't even gone a week yet." "I know Mistress. I'm so sorry..." She smiled an evil smile and moved closer to me. "I'm sure you can think of a way to make it up to me." She pushed me under the covers and I soon found myself in my favourite place, laying between her gorgeous thighs and tasting her beautiful pussy. This didn't seem like much of a 'punishment' to me at all, and hardly much of a discouragement! Almost on cue, the covers where lifted and I looked up to see her looking down at me. "I'm sure you realise this isn't your punishment slave, but you know the better you make me cum the more lenient I'm likely to be." "Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress." "And slave.... I'm thinking of the paddle, so if I were you, I'd make it really, really good." "Yes Mistress, I will Mistress." The thought of the paddle spurred me on to a stellar performance which culminated in a huge orgasm for my Mistress. I struggled to keep my tongue in touch with her clit as she bucked wildly on the bed, so strong were her convulsions. But I knew even that couldn't save me from some discomfort. As I lay under the sheets, lapping the juices from Mistress's inner thighs and waiting for her to recover, my thoughts turned to the paddle and the punishment to come. Everything Has a Price Ch. 04 After she had recovered from her intense orgasm, we lay together for some time. Occasionally I would look over at the clock and see that another twenty minutes had passed, until finally Mistress decided it was time to get up. She threw back the sheets as she got out of bed, exposing my hard cock, but she didn't look back and so didn't notice it. Or perhaps, she was deliberately ignoring it... I was a little confused. She had led me to believe that I was to be punished for my mistake, and while I knew she'd enjoyed the orgasm I'd given her, I couldn't really believe that I'd completely atoned for my sins. I waited in the bedroom for a while, to see if she came back, as I was concerned that she might think I was trying to get away without being punished if I got up and got dressed. I heard her go downstairs and close the door and as such I rightly assumed that she wasn't coming back. I got up and had a quick shower, then made my way downstairs. She was sitting in her chair reading when I came down and I hesitated as I passed her on the way to the kitchen. She didn't look up from her book and after a couple of seconds I continued on my way. Now I was very confused. I made myself a cup of tea and went and sat next to her for a while but she seemed only to be interested in her book. Eventually I got up and decided to mow the lawn. After I had finished I went back inside and still she was only interested in her book! I eventually gave up and found something to do and the day passed slowly, albeit pleasantly enough. I was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of test. Was I supposed to remind her about my punishment, if I didn't was I leaving myself open for greater sanction? We were still new at this game, so we really hadn't thrashed out all the rules or protocols. On the other hand, was it my place to ask her? Should I be grateful that she had seemingly let it slide, or was that merely going to be used against me at some later juncture? Eventually, just as we were about to go to bed, I decided to bring it up. "Umm, can I ask you something?" "Yes," she said, looking a little worried. "It's just that, well.... I thought you were going to punish me for touching my cock." She looked rather awkward for a moment, and then a little smile crept onto her lips. "Well I didn't....I didn't really mean it, I was just...." The disappointment on my face must have been more than apparent, but I tried to bluff it out. "Oh, okay..." I got up quickly and went to make my sandwiches for the next day. It wasn't that I particularly relished the feel of the paddle, it's just that... I heard her come into the kitchen behind me and I felt strangely irritated and a little annoyed. She put her arm around me and kissed me. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in a bit." "Okay," I said, cutting my sandwiches in half and placing them in a Tupperware box. I heard her climb the stairs and I felt really mad. Mad at myself for being annoyed more than anything. I placed the Tupperware in the fridge ready for the morning and then headed up to bed. When I got there she was reading again and I got into bed beside her and put my arm across her, using my fingers to gently stroke her stomach. After a while she put her book down and turned out the light. We lay together again, just as we had at the start of the day, only now I was tense and irritable. I think she must have picked up on this, because after a few minutes she asked me if I was okay. At first I said I was and then a few minutes later I admitted I wasn't... "It's just, you said you were going to punish me, and...." "I know..." she said. There was a short silence. "...and I was going to, it's just that... it feels a bit weird." "Huh?" "Well, I've never done that before... except when we're in a session." "Oh, right..." The penny dropped. She was right, we had been having regular monthly BDSM sessions for years, but inbetween times we were almost totally 'vanilla'. Now she felt awkward because she wasn't used to doing things like using the paddle on me without the familiar setting of the 'session' to reassure her it was okay. It hadn't occurred to me before, but now it made total sense. On the one hand I was pleased that she had said she had intended to and that it hadn't just been a lot of hot air, but on the other I was at a bit of a loss as to how to negotiate this little problem. We lay together for a while longer and then she made a suggestion. "What if, we had a little 'session' once a week, just until I get used to the idea?" "Okay," I said, more than pleased that she wanted to meet the problem head-on rather than hoping it would go away. "Like, say, every Friday or something. I could keep a note of any confessions you had made and then on Friday I could punish you for them?" "Well, if that's the way you want to do it, that's fine." "I know it's not ideal, but I think it might help me to get used to the idea..." "Okay, let's do that then." We kissed goodnight and then settled down to go to sleep, my cock already throbbing as I thought about the following Friday. - - - The working week was fairly uneventful. I was allowed to worship Mistress's pussy on the Tuesday night and in return she gave me a rather short period of extremely mild teasing. Mindful of the Friday session, I just managed to resist moving my hips as she stroked my cock infuriatingly softly. I desperately wanted to plead with her to stroke harder and faster, but as she had already made plain, it was for her to decide the level of pleasure I was to receive, not me. Friday finally arrived and I was on edge all day, waiting for the evening to come. I arrived home at 5:30 to find Mistress waiting for me. Once again she told me to go straight upstairs and to shower and shave and then come to her in the bedroom. As before I was shaved and out of the shower in record time, only this time when I went into the bedroom she wasn't lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Instead, she was sitting, fully clothed on the end of the bed. Not only that, but she was holding the paddle in her right hand and tapping it on her denim clad knee. I felt slightly self conscious being naked while she was fully dressed, but strangely aroused by it at the same time. It just reinforced the idea of her supremacy over me, and made my balls feel slightly heavier with the 12 day load they were now carrying. She stood up and held out my leather cuffs. "Put these on," she said. I took them and fastened them around my wrists as instructed and then she ordered me onto the bed on all fours. She quickly secured my wrists to the ties that are permanently affixed to the bedposts and then she slowly dragged the paddle down my back. The leather felt cold on my warm skin and I almost jumped when I first felt it. Mistress chuckled at my edginess and reached between my legs to stroke my balls. After a few moments she curled her fingers around them and pulled them down in a slow, deliberate movement. "Your balls still feel nice and full slave, I hope they are..." "They are Mistress," I responded. "They'd better be," she said She seemed to be slipping into her role easily enough, I couldn't quite see what the problem was. Still, if this was the way she wanted to do it, who was I to argue? Her hand moved further forward and she gave my cock a hard squeeze, causing me to let out a deep groan. "Feels good to have your cock touched doesn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress," I groaned, truly grateful for some strong stimulation after her lighter than light stroking earlier in the week. Almost immediately she let go, leaving me aching for her to touch me again. "Unfortunately slave, someone can't keep his hands to himself, isn't that right?" "Yes Mistress." "I hope you haven't repeated that infraction during the last week?" "No Mistress." "Are you sure slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Even though I deliberately made your teasing session on Tuesday rather short and very... for want of a better word, unsatisfying?" I moaned softly in the knowledge that she had deliberately stroked me agonisingly softly, seemingly for no other reason than to try and provoke me into breaking her rules again. "Yes Mistress." She paused for a moment to drag the paddle across my ass, teasing me with it and ramping up the tension. "And do you have anything else to confess?" "No Mistress." "Are you sure slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Really slave? You haven't touched your cock, or... sniffed my dirty panties, or... touched my pussy or ass when I was asleep?" "No Mistress," I replied honestly though the slight tremble in my voice probably made me sound as guilty as sin. "You like the sound of those things though don't you slave, even though you know you're not allowed to do any of them?" "Yes Mistress..." I didn't actually know I wasn't allowed to do all those things before, but I certainly did now! She let out a small chuckle and dragged the paddle across my ass one more time. "Good slave. Well, as promised I have taken into account your excellent performance on Sunday morning, and after much deliberation I have decided on your pun...." THWACK! The first stroke came out of nowhere and I cried out more from the shock than the actual pain, which was minimal. She waited a few seconds and then continued... "Well it seems that someone has forgotten the drill already, so we shall start again." Damn, I was so surprised by her first smack that I forgot to count the stroke and thank her for it. "Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." She started again and landed four fairly soft slaps to my ass, which I counted off in turn and thanked her for. Then she upped the ante somewhat, and delivered another four strokes which were somewhat harder than the earlier ones, and each harder than the last. I was soon gritting my teeth as I counted and wondering how many strokes I would have to endure. She paused for a moment and then leaned down to look at my face. "Is that sufficient to dissuade you from touching MY cock, slave?" "Yes Mistress," I answered, even though deep down I knew damn well it wasn't. "Hmm.... well I'm not so sure about that slave... It seems to me that it's going to take a little more than a few slaps to make you think twice, wouldn't you agree slave?" "Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress." "Really, well that's strange because not thirty seconds ago you just told me that your punishment was sufficient, did you not?" "Err... yes Mistress." "Oh dear slave...you really are getting yourself in all sorts of bother aren't you?" "Yes Mistress. I really am sorry Mistress..." "Hmm, I'm sure you are slave.... So I tell you what, why don't you tell me how many strokes you think would dissuade you?" "Umm, I don't know Mistress." "Really slave, surely you must have some idea?" "Well, I.... I don't really know Mistress." "What about a hundred slave, that should do the trick?" "If it pleases you Mistress!" I almost squealed. She looked into my eyes and smiled... "Really?" I couldn't bring myself to respond but my face must have conveyed to her that I thought that was more than I could cope with at present. She straightened up. "Yes, maybe you're right, I can't expect you to take that kind of beating without building up to it can I....so then, I tell you what slave, why don't you pick a number between one and four." "Err, three Mistress." "Good slave, I'll pick four... so three times four, that's another twelve strokes, do you think that will do the trick?" "Yes Mistress," I said, thinking twelve more strokes sounded a hell of a lot better than a hundred! "Hmm, we'll see...." Mistress started the next four strokes, moving them up one notch in intensity from the previous set. I counted them off and thanked her for each of them and then she paused for a few moments as she pondered the remaining strokes. "I think I might try something different now slave..." "If it pleases you Mistress," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Don't bother to try and count these slave." As soon as she finished speaking she brought the paddle down six times in rapid succession, causing me to wobble on the bed as my arms trembled and I held my breath as I tried to blank out the stinging that spread across my backside. "Two left slave..." said Mistress. "You may count these." I felt the paddle slap down very hard against my right cheek, causing me to wince loudly before remembering to count. "Nineteen, thank you Mistress." She repeated the strike on my left side and I counted once more, utterly relieved that my punishment was over. "Twenty................... thank you Mistress." I felt the paddle slam into my backside one more time. "Too slow slave!" "Twenty one thank you Mistress!!!" I countered rapidly. She dropped the paddle on the bed and then I felt her hand gently rubbing my reddened arse. Fairly quickly it moved down between my legs once more to where my cock now hung limply. It didn't take long for her to coax it back to life, but as soon as it was fully hard she took her hand away, once again leaving me totally frustrated and desperate. She undid the ties on my cuffs and told me to sit up on my knees. I gladly did so, my cock sticking out in front of me, aching for her attention. Despite the fact that she was just wearing a T-shirt and jeans, she looked every bit a Goddess to me. I felt quite overwhelmed by my feelings for her and I felt my jaw start to tremble slightly. She noticed this and gave me an affectionate smile, before ordering me to get down on the floor on my knees. I eagerly moved into position on the carpet and watched as she came and stood right in front of me. "Undo my jeans," she said softly. I reached up and undid the button which held her jeans together and then slowly slid the zip down. As I did so her jeans parted and I saw her pink knickers, I could instantly smell her pussy and I was absolutely desperate to taste her. "Pull them down," she continued, and I slowly and carefully pulled her jeans down until they were around her ankles. I was so desperate to push my face into her pussy and lick her gorgeous slit. She was obviously turned on as there were some damp marks beginning to show on the thin cotton that covered her delicious pussy and that made it all the harder for me to keep a respectful distance. She turned around and I was presented with her beautiful ass, covered only with a thin layer of cotton. My cock throbbed and bobbed and it was all I could do to keep my hands at my sides, despite my very recent 'correction'. She bent forward over the bed and told me that I was permitted to press my face between her legs. I carefully pushed my face forward and through the pink material I could smell her arousal and knew that just inches from my mouth was her delicious pussy and tight little asshole. Right then I would have given almost anything to have been allowed to pull those panties down and worship her gorgeous pussy and ass. A hundred smacks of the paddle would have been willingly traded... if only she had asked, but sadly this was not an option that was available to me. After less than half a minute, Mistress pulled herself back up and pushed me away. She turned around and looked down at me, noting my throbbing erection with immense satisfaction. She used her left hand to lift up her T-shirt and then played her right across her stomach before gently lowering it inside her panties. I could see her knuckles through the thin pink cotton as she stroked her wet pussy lips and clit and I knew my jaw was really trembling now. Satisfied that she had me exactly where she wanted me, she removed her fingers from her pussy and lifted them to her mouth, gently licking and sucking each one dry. I watched her, feeling completely helpless and under her power, knowing that I was utterly under her spell and hers to use as she pleased. She could have done anything to me at this point, no request would have been denied, but instead she smiled down at me and said "Good slave, you may get dressed and go and look after the dinner." I looked up at her, more than a little put out and rather bemused. She smiled mischievously at me in a way which clearly warned me 'you started this game and if you want me to keep playing along you'll do exactly as you're told'. I looked down and stared longingly at her panty covered crotch once more, my tongue involuntarily licking my lips as I struggled to accept her order. "Slave," she said sternly. "You may go!" "Yes Mistress," I finally managed to reply. "Thank you Mistress." I rose to my feet and moved slowly towards the door, my eyes refusing to relinquish their grip on her body. "I'll be along in a while, I just have to take care of something first..." I left her alone in the bedroom and she pointedly shut the door behind me. As I got dressed I looked down at my poor aching cock and for the first time wondered if I had made a huge mistake by asking her to control me in this way. Here I was, pulling on my clothes and struggling desperately not to touch my aching prick, while she was obviously getting herself off before dinner! I mean, how did this happen! Once I was dressed and downstairs looking after the dinner, I realised that it was no mistake. My cock had softened somewhat and was still a constant reminder of my state, but I felt strangely happy and content, knowing that my beautiful Mistress was pleasuring herself and no doubt giving herself the one thing that I was definitely not allowed to. As I stuck a knife in the potatoes to check they were cooked, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned round and saw her entering the kitchen, her face was flushed and she smiled at me lovingly, she looked as gorgeous then as I had ever seen her and once again I felt completely under her spell and completely smitten in her presence. We said no more about what had gone on until we were in bed together, where she dropped something of a bombshell and showed that she knew me better than I ever thought possible. She said... "I don't really think any amount of paddling would stop you touching your cock... but I think denying you the taste of my pussy might..." I was shocked, but I had to agree and I swore to myself that that would be the last time I ever touched my cock without permission. It simply wasn't worth it... Everything Has a Price Ch. 05 During the third week Mistress was expecting her period, so on Monday night she was more than keen to avail herself of my tongue once again. Being a complete pussy-slut and an always willing slave, I was more than happy to oblige and after I had made her cum she told me to kneel up on the bed between her legs. I did so and shrugged the sheets back off my shoulders. She congratulated me on my good work and then used her foot to tease my cock and balls, causing me to rise to full mast in a matter of seconds. As she continued she became a little rougher, squashing my cock against my thigh or my pelvis with the base of her foot, or occasionally giving me a soft kick to the balls. She watched me face intently as she registered my reaction to every movement and gradually opened her legs to give me a good view of her dripping wet slit. She stopped for a moment and reached over to open her bedside drawer. Her favourite glass dildo appeared and before long she had it buried inside her wet pussy. My cock ached as I watched her, watching me through half closed eyes as she stretched her tight cunt with the glass prick. I could feel every ounce of cum that was swimming around inside my balls now, it was over a fortnight since I'd cum and I was well and truly in the zone. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to ask her to please let me cum, but I knew it would not do me any good, and would probably make it worse. The full length of her foot pressed against my cock as it was pushed firmly against my stomach. I could have cum just from that if I'd wanted to, the sight of her fucking herself with the glass cock was so horny and the pressure from her foot was more than enough to push me over the edge. But I knew that I had to fight, I knew that I had to wait for permission to cum, and that was not going to be forthcoming for a long time yet. Finally she stopped and removed her foot. She spread her legs wide to give me a better view and then vigorously fucked herself with the length of hardened glass. My cock twitched as I watched and once again I was having to force myself to keep my hands at my sides, but it was getting harder and harder with every passing day. After a while she moved to one side of the bed and bid me to come and lay next to her. I did as she asked and she used her free hand to guide me onto my back. She pulled the glass dildo out of her silky, wet cunt and used it to tease the length of my cock before offering it to my mouth to clean. I greedily slurped all her juices from the ribbed toy and then she replaced it easily in her slippery hole. She leaned over me and kissed my chest, then bit one of my nipples before kissing me full on the lips and tasting her juices on my tongue. She groaned as she felt the dildo press against her clit and in a moment she had straddled me and moved up my body so that her pussy was right above my chin. She buried the dildo inside her hole and then sat on my face, ordering me to lick her clit while the dildo stretched her pussy. The base of the dildo was somewhat in the way but I did the best I could. Soon I found I could use my chin to press on the base of the dildo which moved it down just enough that I could get to her clit properly. The extra downward pressure also meant the top of the dildo pressed upwards against her G-spot and Mistress groaned appreciatively. After a while she tired of this and lifted herself up and removed the dildo, her pussy was sopping wet and a beautiful deep pink colour. Wasting no time, her pussy was soon back over my mouth and she ground her cunt against my face, making her wetter and wetter all the time. Finally she lifted herself up and moved down the bed so that her pussy was right over my throbbing cock. She lowered herself down and her lips slipped around the underside of it, pressing the length of my cock against my stomach. Now she started grinding herself against my cock instead of my face and I was trembling as I fought the urge to cum. I looked up at her, her gorgeous tits swaying gently as she rocked back and forth, teasing my poor aching meat. I was in Heaven and Hell all at once. She lowered herself down so that her nice full tits pressed against my chest and her lips met mine. We kissed for several minutes as I endured the torment of her hot, wet, dripping cunt sliding gently up and down against my cock. "Do you want to be inside me?" She asked quietly. "Oh God yes Mistress," I groaned. "Do you?" She continued. "Is that what you want more than anything?" "Yes Mistress," I breathed. "Please let me inside your beautiful pussy...." "Hmm, maybe...." she whispered, grinding her pussy against the head of my cock as hard as she could. "But you have to give me some reassurances first." "Yes Mistress, anything..." I heard her chuckle softly to herself. "First, you must promise not to cum, no matter what..." "Yes Mistress." "Second, you must tell me when you are getting close to cumming..." "Yes Mistress." "And third, you must promise to keep absolutely still." "I will Mistress, I promise." "Are you sure you can do all those things slave, even if I make it really hard for you?" "Yes Mistress, I'll try my best..." "Not good enough slave." She ground her clit into my shaft once more, groaning as she did so. "Maybe this is as much as you can take slave, maybe being inside me would be just that little bit too much...." She ground herself harder still into my pulsing stalk. "...maybe my warm, wet, silky pussy would be more than you can handle after two weeks without being allowed to cum?" The thought of missing out on being allowed inside her after so long pushed me to the brink of frustration. "Please Mistress..., please, I've GOT to be inside you...." "Got to be, slave?" She taunted. "There is no 'got to be' slave, there's only Mistress's pleasure and... " She drifted off as once again she used her dripping cunt to grind my throbbing prick into my stomach until I let out a load groan of frustration. "...but since you've been such a very good slave for the last two weeks, I do think you deserve a little something...." She reached down between our bodies and curled her fingers around my solid prick. I gasped and without thinking thrust my hips forward to meet her touch. She squeezed my cock very hard and allowed the tips of her nails to dig into my flesh. "...what did I say about staying still?" "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress!" "Do that once more and I won't touch your cock for the rest of the month!" "No please Mistress, I'm sorry....please... don't... stop." "Please don't stop," repeated Mistress in a sarcastic voice. "Now there's a phrase that's gotten you in trouble before, hasn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." She slid down the bed so that her mouth was right over my groin, her fist pumping my aching cock as I tried to stay perfectly still. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth closing over the head of my cock and I had to force myself to stay still. After a few seconds I felt the air around my cock again, followed by her tongue snaking around and then her teeth gently closing on my cock-head. I gasped but stayed absolutely still as she slowly sank her teeth deeper and deeper into my cock. It didn't really hurt that much but it was quite intense and made it more than a little difficult to stay still. She only did it for a few seconds and then released me, only to repeat the trick a few seconds later, this time using her right hand to squeeze my overfull balls at the same time. I groaned loudly but I moved not an inch, and eventually she let me go and moved back up the bed slightly. I felt her gorgeous soft breasts rubbing against my cock and I remembered the last time I came, covering those beautiful fleshy tits with two weeks of cum, just like I had in my balls right now. Mistress must have known what I was thinking, as she remarked on it... "Just think slave, two weeks ago you were standing at the end of the bed as your poor aching cock spurted all over my gorgeous tits, I bet that seems a long while ago now doesn't it?" "Yes Mistress," I murmured. "I bet you'd love to do that again wouldn't you slave, to relieve your aching balls all over my gorgeous tits? You'd beg to do that wouldn't you slave, and to lick them clean again...wouldn't you?" "Yes Mistress.." "Beg then slave, beg me to allow you to shoot your cream all over my tits and beg me to let you lick them clean and swallow every drop of your ball-churning load!" It took me a few seconds to formulate the words in my mind and feed them to my mouth. "Please Mistress, please let me shoot my cum on your gorgeous breasts and... please... allow me to clean you with my tongue afterwards..." "And?" "....and grant me permission to swallow every drop Mistress." "Is that what you really want slave?" She said, pumping my cock with her fist. "Yes M.....if it pleases you Mistress," I corrected myself, just in time. She stopped pumping my cock and instead used her hand to rub the tip against her rock hard nipple. "Hmm, but it doesn't please me slave....and I think you knew that, but still you asked..." She rubbed her fingertip over the head of my cock, collecting the thin sheen of precum that had formed there, before pushing her arm up to my mouth. Instead of pushing it into my mouth she wickedly spread it on my lips, like lip balm and then pulled her hand away once more. "...and that means you were thinking of your own pleasure not mine, doesn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress," I conceded. She circled her thumb and forefinger around my cock and balls and pulled them forward until my balls were stretched as far as they would go. I felt her tongue snake across them and then her mouth closed over my cock once more. She sucked me for just a few seconds before she let go, moved around on the bed and dropped her pussy onto my face, leaving us in a classic 69 position. "Make me wet, slave," she ordered before sinking her head down as far it would go onto my cock. Truth be told she was still dripping wet, but I never need to be asked twice to pleasure her pussy and so I pushed my tongue as deep into her silky hole as I could, my nose pressed right into the crack of her ass. God I wanted so much to lick her ass, to force my tongue into it as deep as it would go and rim her properly. But I knew if I touched her ass without permission it would only lead to more punishment. We stayed like that for a few minutes, me fighting the urge to shoot my cum down her throat while she got wetter and wetter as my tongue plunged as deep into her as it would go. Finally she climbed off me and she retrieved something else from the drawer which she made sure I couldn't see. She moved down the bed with her back to me and straddled me again and placed the tip of my cock against her smooth, wet pussy lips. "Do you remember what you promised slave?" "Yes Mistress." "What did you promise slave?" "I won't cum Mistress, no matter what. I'll tell you if I'm getting close to cumming... and I won't move an inch Mistress..." "Good slave, I'm glad you remembered.... Just make sure you stick to your promises, or this is going to be a very long month for you." "Yes Mistress." "And slave..." "Yes Mistress." "Just so you know, if you should cum without permission, even if you don't get to fully enjoy it... this whole month starts over..." I gulped loudly. "...so make sure you don't!" "Yes Mistress, I will Mistress." "Good....." I felt her rub my cock against her pussy lips and slowly felt her body move downwards, enveloping me in her warm, wet flesh. My jaw was trembling again as I breathed heavily, the feeling of her cunt so delicious and intense after so much waiting. I wanted so bad to thrust my cock upwards, to push it deep inside her, but I knew it was forbidden. I had to wait for her to push down, for her to grant me the level of pleasure she decided upon. As she slowly edged her way down my straining shaft, I thought of how she'd fucked herself with the glass dildo earlier, and realised that if she hadn't already stretched her pussy with that hard, glass cock that my task now would be almost impossible. She reached the base of my cock and stopped pushing. I was fully inside her at last and it felt fucking amazing, better than I could ever have imagined. Denial can be hard, but the rewards are spectacular. "Now slave," she began. "Remember your promises to me... it's time you were punished for thinking of your own pleasure instead of mine." "Yes Mistress," I breathed, barely caring as long as I was allowed to stay inside her beautiful, beautiful pussy. She turned her head, to look over her shoulder. Noticing my eyes were closed she warned me again... "Remember, don't move a muscle." "Yes Mistress," I sighed, clearly unprepared for what was about to happen. She turned her head back around and slid her hand down between my legs, caressing my balls gently. "I bet you loved having your nose right up against my ass didn't you slave?" "Yes Mistress, it was lovely." "But you wouldn't dare touch it without my permission would you?" "No Mistress," I replied, truthfully. "Good slave... if you can remain obedient, then there's no reason why I shouldn't indulge your from time to time. You'd like that wouldn't you slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress," I answered, all to aware of the trap she had laid for me. "Good answer slave," she laughed. "Now...let's see..." She dragged the short cock-whip tails across my balls and before I could even work out what they were, I felt her start to whip me, each blow becoming more slightly more intense than the last. I clenched my fists, desperate not to move, but in a matter of fifteen to twenty seconds it became too much and I felt my hips start to twist as I tried to move my aching balls away from her. Immediately she stopped and lifted her pussy off me, causing me to moan in frustration and disappointment. I couldn't believe it had taken me two weeks to get inside her and then after barely more than a minute and a half it was gone again! "Fuck!" I hissed, not because of the mild throbbing in my nuts, but because I was so annoyed that I had failed to keep still. Mistress, looked down at me, somewhat amused by my frustration. Eventually noting, "Ah well, at least you didn't have to worry about cumming without permission..." I couldn't even bring myself to answer that, and instead lay on the bed, breathing heavily, feeling utterly broken. After a minute or so my cock started to soften and Mistress decided that would be the perfect moment to finish what she had started. I felt the cock-whip lash across my shaft and looked down just in time to see it strike again and again, each stroke harder than the last. Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tighten as the blood surged back into my cock and I knew that if she kept this up I was going to shoot. I blurted out a warning to Mistress and she stopped her assault momentarily, before asking me how many more strokes I thought I could take without cumming. I really had no idea, so I arbitrarily picked a number out of the air... "Three, maybe four Mistress..." Mistress nodded, but did not resume her attack, instead she waited a few seconds and then asked me a very tricky question. "And what if slave, each stroke represented a second of worshipping my beautiful ass? How many could you take then?" I thought about this for a second, but quickly realised that any increase in the number was likely to be seized upon as an indication that I had been dishonest the first time. "I....I don't know Mistress," I said honestly, before adding by way of explanation that the longer she waited the more it was likely to be. "Okay," she said. "I'm feeling generous, so lets take it one stroke at a time...and remember, each stroke you take allows you one second of having your tongue against my beautiful ass!" "Thank you Mistress." She slapped my cock once and paused for a few seconds. I opened my mouth to count and thank her as I had been trained, but she told me to remain silent. After about five or six seconds she slapped me again and continued to do so, harder and slightly faster every time, until finally I had to beg her to stop. She gave me one more extra hard slap (which left me desperately close to the edge) and then tossed the cock-whip onto the bed and straddled my head. She never told me how many seconds she was allowing me but I was pretty sure it was either seventeen or eighteen. Even before she squatted down my tongue was pointed skywards, desperate to make the most of my limited time allowance. But as ever, Mistress wanted to twist things slightly, for her own amusement. "That's it," she said, "Just keep your tongue like that, if I feel it so much as wiggle we're done." "Yes Mistress," I sighed, quickly adding "Thank you Mistress," in a strong, grateful tone. She paused and then lowered herself down onto my tongue and I tasted her gorgeous musk, mixed with the more familiar taste of her pussy juice. My cock throbbed and strained as I held my tongue perfectly still as Mistress gently bobbed up and down. It wasn't the deep rimming that I craved, but it was something and I loved every short second of it. Almost as soon as it started, it seemed, Mistress lifted herself off me once more and then sank her pussy down onto my face again, grinding herself against my face and tongue until she shuddered through a massive orgasm that almost pushed me over the edge too, despite her not so much as touching my cock. That really would have been a total disaster, having to start the month over for the sake of a frictionless, ruined orgasm!!! As she finished coming she collapsed down onto the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her skin as she lay beside me, gasping for air. Mistress rarely came twice in one day so I knew she must've been really turned on. "Thank you Mistress," I said as I turned over to look at her gorgeous, sexy body, my poor cock still aching like fuck between my legs. "You did very well slave," she gasped, between deep, long breaths. I moved closer to her kissed her shoulder, wondering how long I would have to wait before I got the pleasure of tasting her gorgeous ass again. That single thought eclipsing my aching need to cum for jut a few moments, before the throbbing of my cock brought it right back to the front of my conscious, where it belonged. Eventually Mistress turned to face me and reached out to give my cock a few more very gentle strokes. "You're over halfway now, do you think you're going to make it?" She asked, looking a little concerned. I realised that she was asking as my wife now, not my Mistress and I urgently sought to reassure her, desperate not to undermine her confidence or to allow thoughts to enter her head off stopping the game. "Yes Mistress," I said. "I love being under your control... when you allowed me inside you, it felt so amazing, I can't tell you...." She kissed me then, her hand gently rubbing my cock as we kissed until she decided it was time to go to sleep... Everything Has a Price Ch. 06 Author's note: This story doesn't seem to be as popular as some of my others, I don't know why that is particularly... it's a lot more 'real', certainly more 'real' than 'Owned!' or 'Out of Your Hands' which are both quite far-fetched really... It doesn't bother me particularly I'm just interested to know people's opinion and so I really do welcome your feedback. I do think maybe I should have posted this story all in one go as I think it will read better that way... still, it's too late for that now. Perhaps people who don't find the story until it's finished will like it better than those who have discovered it piecemeal? I guess we'll see. Happy reading, Mali ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ After Monday's spectacular events, the rest of the week was almost bound to be something of a let down. And so it was... Mistress's period arrived on Wednesday and so for the rest of the week she kind of lost interest in our game, save for a few gentle strokes on Friday night as we were drifting off to sleep. I noticed something else around the tail end of the week too, Mistress seemed to be up to something. Every time I walked into the room, she was on her laptop, which in itself was quite unusual as, unlike most of the population, Mistress firmly preferred reading a book to any 'online' entertainment. Not only that, but she would always minimize some of the pages when I walked in, leaving something innocuous on the screen in it's place, like a shopping site or something. This at once worried and excited me. Worried, because there's a lot of twisted shit on the internet about 'Chastity' and 'Tease & Denial', and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted her to find it. And excited because, well... for pretty much the same reasons actually! This went on for a few days and so I wasn't entirely surprised when on Sunday evening she asked me to strip naked, fit a cock ring and to kneel at her feet as she wanted to talk to me (Mistress remained casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt). To relax us both, and perhaps to get me into the right frame of mind before we began, she told me to worship her feet until she told me to stop. I was more than happy to do this and eagerly licked, sucked and kissed every millimetre of her gorgeous feet until I felt myself slipping easily into a relaxed and submissive state. It must have been somewhere between twenty minutes and half an hour before she finally told me to stop. I cannot really be sure of the time as I had been blindfolded throughout and Mistress did not remove my blindfold even when I had finished. I guess she (rightly) assumed it would be easier for me to give honest answers to her questions with the blindfold on... "Very good slave, you have pleased me greatly." At last I reluctantly let go of Mistress's beautifully manicured feet and sat up straight with my hands rested on my thighs, my lips stinging slightly, but enjoyably, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. "Thank you Mistress," I said, my cock achingly hard despite not being touched and the twenty one days of cum weighing heavily in my ballsack. "Now... as you may or may not have realised, I've been doing some research... and I have some questions I want you to answer. Are you willing to do that for me?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you promise to answer them honestly and to the best of your ability?" "Yes Mistress." "Good slave. Now, I'm going to say this... if you feel you cannot truthfully answer a question, I want you to make this clear to me. This is very important. Your answers to these questions may carry great significance over the future of our marriage, and I don't want you to say anything now which you later regret. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Are you sure?" "Yes Mistress." "Very well then, we shall begin." I shifted nervously at her feet, the discomfort in my legs barely registering as I waited for her first question. "Before I start, I want to say that I have been surfing the net for a few days now, and I have visited many sites with which I'm sure you're familiar... after all, there's not that many sites dedicated specifically to 'Denial'... so I'm sure we have probably seen much of the same material. Some of it is without doubt utter nonsense... but some of it strikes true and has provided me with some valuable information... Nevertheless, without your input it is all a little meaningless, so...." She paused for a moment and I became very aware of my own breathing. "...I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this first question, but I'm going to give you the opportunity to answer it anyway.... Does the idea of... 'sissification' appeal to you in any way at all?" "No Mistress," I replied quickly and confidently, slightly relieved that the first question didn't require too much thought. "No, I didn't think so...and I must say, I'm quite pleased actually. Okay, I don't think there's any need to continue that line of questioning." I heard a pen scrolling through a page of paper and then that paper being turned over. "Next.... I've read a lot on these sites about how men kept in a state of denial for longer periods become very attentive and devoted to their wives. Do you think that is true slave? Do you feel that way when you are denied orgasm?" "Yes Mistress." "And do you find that feeling pleasant slave, as I have read?" "Yes Mistress...it's very difficult to explain but... when you aren't allowed to cum yourself, well, I guess it's obvious that your feelings become more focussed towards the person who holds the power to let you cum. Also, if you're in a relationship, even one where you already care deeply about the other person's pleasure and fulfilment, well, if only one of you can cum of their own free will, then that is bound to become the focus of the one who can't... I mean, you know how much I adore going down on you and making you cum anyway, but when I'm in denial, I love it even more.... And for some reason, although there is the underlying frustration of wanting to cum, it does make you feel more connected and....well, it's kind of like being in love all over again... you know, like when you first fall in love, it's a bit like that...." I worried that that answer might send the wrong message, but before I could clarify further she continued. "But doesn't it drive you crazy not being able to cum?" "Yes Mistress, but.... not in a bad way. It's like... being a horny teenager again, your cock gets hard all the time, and when you get older that's a nice feeling to have... you think about ... I think about you all the time, and though I want to cum so bad, and I do think about doing it myself... I know that it won't be the same as being allowed to cum properly, and I know that if I did give in I would regret it immediately... Also, just going back to what I said before, because I know I can't cum, I focus on making you cum and that's why when I'm denied I just want to go down on you all the time...every day." I heard the pen scratching at the paper and then she went on... "I also read that for a lot of men it's not that they particular want to go for very long periods without cumming, it's that they want the decision to be their partner's. Going for long periods is just a demonstration of the partner's power over them..." "I agree about the decision being someone else's Mistress... and probably the length of time isn't as important as the 'control' element, past a certain point..." "What do you mean by that?" "Well Mistress... I'm sure those men wouldn't be happy if they were allowed to cum two or three times a week, even if it was their Mistress decision." "No?" "No Mistress, because most men crave denial more than they want to cum, so while they do want the decision to be their Mistress's, they also want their Mistress to... well, to be 'mean' about it, I guess..." "Mean?" "Yes Mistress." "What do you mean by that exactly?" "Well, to... make them wait, obviously... but not only that... also to constantly remind them of the fact that they are under control, by teasing them until they almost cum... and also verbally....I think most of those men would agree that having their Mistress reminding them that it's them who get to decide... and...." I paused feeling slightly uncomfortable, until Mistress prompted me to continue. "...I think a lot of men would like their Mistress's to be... umm, well...'heartless bitches', Mistress." Thankfully, she laughed. "Yes... I must admit I have seen that phrase a couple of times...and what about you slave, would you like me to be a 'heartless bitch'?" I felt my cock twitch before I could even speak... "I think so Mistress, yes." "Really slave... but do you mean that as regarding granting permission to cum, or is there more to it than that...?" My mouth felt extremely dry as I mulled the question over in my mind. Mistress could obviously tell from my body language that I was deeply immersed in my thoughts and did not push me to answer. Eventually I opened my mouth and replied. "I.... I, think most.... I think... I, umm.... I would like it Mistress, if you... came to think, or rather... believed... wholeheartedly, that your pleasure is more important than mine Mistress. And also that... Umm.... The idea of you expecting to be given pleasure without any expectation on you to return it... is really, really horny Mistress." She thought over what I had said for a moment and then responded. "So the idea of me demanding to be pleasured whenever I wanted it, turns you on slave, even if you knew that I was under no obligation to even touch your cock?" "Yes Mistress." I heard her shift on the chair and I wondered if she was touching herself, damn the blindfold! "Is there any time you wouldn't like me to do that slave?" "Not really Mistress, none that I can think of." "Are you sure slave?" "Yes Mistress." "So you wouldn't protest if I was hot and sweaty after exercise... or it was the middle of the night... or I was on my period...?" "No Mistress... although, I've never gone down on a woman on her period, so I wouldn't know....but I don't think so." "But you like the thought of me just telling you I want you to make me cum, 'NOW'?" "Yes Mistress, I love it." "Why does that appeal to you so much slave?" "Umm, because... well, because I like the thought of pleasing you Mistress, and... well, I guess, it's something to do with the fact that you can have what you want whenever you want it, whereas I have to wait until I am given permission Mistress....and by demanding pleasure whenever you want it, I suppose you would be underlining that..." "I see.... and what about the length of denial, how do you feel about that?" "Well like I've said before Mistress, it doesn't really start to take effect until the end of the first week, which is a pain, because obviously it means it takes longer to get back to that feeling of submissive frustration... and obviously if you go for three weeks instead of two then two-thirds of the time are effective rather than only half of it..." "Okay that's a good point... but if shorter periods were interspersed with longer ones that would work too?" "Well, yes Mistress.... I think the key is in not knowing. If I know that I'm going to be allowed to cum tomorrow then it's no big deal not to get to cum today, but if it might not be another two weeks, or longer, then cumming tonight suddenly seems a really big deal..." "So you don't think the idea of a 'fixed term' of chastity is ideal slave?" "Well not really Mistress... I mean it works, but I think it...well, if you know that you aren't going to get to cum for another two weeks, well, you kind of get used to the idea, but not knowing if it's going to be another day or so, or another week or whatever, well it wouldn't .... you wouldn't ever know, so you'd always be on edge, thinking about it..." "I see...so what do you think about going for much longer periods, like months?" "If you wanted me to do that, I would Mistress." "Really slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Okay... but I want to know what you think about it..." "I think....it would be hard, but it would be Heavenly too. When you haven't cum for a while and you've got over that first week... you kind of start enjoying the frustration and a big part of you stops wanting to cum. You want it, of course, but at the same time you know if you do, even if you're allowed to, that you have to wait to get back to the lovely feeling of being denied and waiting for that release, and it becomes hard to choose. That's why most men want their partner to have control and to make the decision for them, because they know that if it was up to them they would give in too easily and then they would really regret it. I know it's hard for you to understand Mistress, but when you've been denied and then you cum, you have this monstrous orgasm, it's the best orgasm you can ever have, because the more cum that's in your balls the more intense the orgasm is going to be. So if you cum every few days you have a nice orgasm, but you know that if you wait and let it build up... and not only that, but mentally, all the time you are denied and waiting the pressure is building inside your head too... so when you're finally allowed to cum, it's not just the pressure being relieved from your balls, but from your head too! And all the teasing fuels that even more and the whole thing of going down on you and making you cum.... It just adds more and more fuel to the fire. And I can't imagine how intense that would be after months, but I imagine it would be absolutely mind-blowing... but I guess the flip side of that would be that the come down would be quite big too... I have read about where guys have gone a few months and been told they are going to be allowed to cum and they still begged their Mistress's to make them wait longer... I know you probably can't understand that Mistress, but I understand that very well... even from my limited experience." "And you would do that if I told you I wanted you to?" "Yes Mistress. If it pleased you." "And what if decided that you needed to wear some kind of chastity device so that I could be sure you weren't cheating slave?" "If we could find one that was practical, I would Mistress." "Have you seen the birdlock device slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Does that look practical too you?" "Possibly, Mistress." "So going back to what you were saying earlier slave, about denial focussing your mind on the other person's pleasure... are you saying that being denied makes that more pleasurable for you?" "Well, yes Mistress... you know I love going down on you and making you cum... but when I know I can't cum, it's so much more rewarding and... I dunno, it just makes it an even bigger deal for me and.... It's hard to explain Mistress, but when I make you cum, even when I'm not denied, I love it so much and I get so into it, that when you cum, mentally I almost feel like I have too... being denied just intensifies that feeling even more... it's just amazing Mistress...." "When you talk about it I can tell you really love it slave..." "Yes Mistress, I do. When I'm not being denied, even though I enjoy the freedom, there's a huge part of me that just can't wait for it to start again..." She paused for thought and then asked... "Are you okay down there still?" "My legs are a bit stiff Mistress." "Stand up then slave." "Thank you Mistress." I dragged myself up to my feet, and enjoyed the feeling of the blood flowing properly through my legs once more. Though I still couldn't see her I felt Mistress moving towards me and then I felt her warm lips closing around my cock. I was rock hard in seconds, especially as the cockring was still in place. She sucked my granite hard cock gently for a few minutes until I was breathing quite hard and then allowed my cock to slip from her mouth and ordered me to resume my position on the floor. I sank to the floor once more and she waited for my breathing to return to normal. "Now slave, I may come back to those other points later, but now I have a difficult question for you... perhaps the most difficult question of all. In a lot of the sites I've seen there are two main fetishes connected with chastity... one is sissification, which we've already discussed. The other is cuckolding. Can you tell me how you feel about that slave?" "I..... I'm not sure if I can Mistress." "Okay slave, but at some point I need to know how you feel about that. The fact that you're not dismissing it out of hand indicates that there's something about it you like the idea of?" "Yes Mistress." "Can you tell me about it... can you tell me at least what you like about the idea?" I licked my lips, this was a question I had been dreading and even with the blindfold on this was way too hard. "I....." I could feel myself shaking as I tried to speak. Mistress leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. "Take your time slave, I love you and nothing you can say will change that..." "Thank you Mistress." I sat, breathing deeply for several minutes as Mistress waited patiently. "I.... like reading stories about it Mistress, but I don't think I could handle it in real life." She said nothing, obviously waiting for me to continue... "But... part of me loves the idea of being made to clean your pussy after you had been penetrated by someone else Mistress, especially if my balls were aching and full at the time... and... umm, I do.... if.... you.... ordered me to... suck another man's cock for you... Mistress, I would." I was still shaking, and Mistress took her time digesting what I just said. "I'd love to see you sucking a nice hard cock slave, and the thought of you eating another man's cum out of my pussy is very hot... but I don't think I could do it either. Some things are best left as fantasies slave, you know that don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Are you relieved by what I've just said slave, or disappointed?" "Relieved Mistress... because if there was anyone else involved I would always worry about losing you, and I definitely couldn't cope with being left alone while you 'dated' someone else. I don't really get that.... I mean if you contact someone with the idea of having sex with them in front of your husband, or with your husband in some capacity... well that's not the same to me as going out and just fucking someone else..." "I agree slave....but you still like reading about it?" "Yes Mistress, I know that is a bit strange... but then lots of people get turned on by stuff they wouldn't really want to happen..." I was still trembling and Mistress kissed me again, this time giving my cock a few gentle strokes as she tried to reassure me that it was okay. "Okay slave, I don't have too much more to ask.... so this will be the last question for now." I shifted on my knees again, nervously waiting for the question. "I know you have been eating your cum for me about once a month for some time now... I couldn't help noticing that when I allowed you to lick it off my breasts you looked like you were enjoying it a lot more than I expected. Was that because you'd been dreaming about doing that for so long or do you like eating your cum?" The question wasn't really what I'd been expecting somehow, I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. But thinking about it, knowing the sites she been visiting there was a lot of talk about slaves being 'forced' to eat their cum, or that being something that was expected of them if they were allowed to cum. So I guess it wasn't that out of the blue... Everything Has a Price Ch. 06 "At first, it was hard Mistress.... but I've kind of got used to it now. It really doesn't bother me anymore. Sometimes when there's a lot it's a little harder, but... it's no big deal." "I've read that a lot of men get turned on thinking about it, but once they've cum they lose interest, is that true slave?" "I think it's true Mistress, but I think that's why men like to be 'forced' to do it. They want to, but once they've cum, the desire goes...until next time. So by being 'forced' to do it, they overcome the mental barrier..." "Is that how you felt to start with?" "Yes Mistress." "But now it doesn't bother you?" "No Mistress." "So if I said that I was going to control your cock and that every time I allowed you to cum, you'd have to eat it, you'd agree to that?" I swallowed hard. "Yes Mistress." "Every time, slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Good." I heard her put her pen down on the side table and she leaned forward to kiss me again, this time her arms closed around me and she hugged me lovingly as my cock stiffened once again, desperate for attention. "You want me to touch you don't you?" She said quietly. "Mmm, yes Mistress," I confessed. Her hand moved down towards my cock and then past it onto my inner thigh. "It's so hard isn't it?" "Yes Mistress." "And your balls are so full aren't they?" "Ughhh, yes Mistress." "But you can't cum, can you slave?" "No Mistress." "Not until I allow it?" "No Mistress." "Do you regret giving me that power slave?" Her hand moved closer to my cock and her finger gently stroked one of my balls. "No Mistress..." "Really slave, not even right now, when your cock is so hard it looks like it could burst?" "No Mistress." "What about in another week's time slave...what if you get to the end of the four weeks and I decide to make you wait just a little longer, do you think you'll regret it then?" I moaned loudly at the thought, and then assured her that I wouldn't. I was shaking uncontrollably now and as she slowly dragged her nail up the underside of my cock I feared that I could easily tip over the edge at any moment. "I'm getting close Mistress," I warned. "Are you slave," she whispered. "Do you want me to stop?" "No Mistress..." I sighed, desperate for her to grab my cock and pump it hard and fast until I erupted over her hand, even though I knew this wasn't going to happen for another week, or maybe even more. "But you need me to stop?" "Yes Mistress...please Mistress." She closed her fingers around my cock gently and gave it a tiny little squeeze. I could feel my cock pulsing against her hand and she must have felt it too. She moved her head close to my ear and whispered. "Not until I say slave... never until I say. That's what you want isn't it?" "Yes Mistress." She had no idea how close that brought me to the edge. But thankfully, she let go, stood up and let me cool down for a while before returning. Once I had calmed down she removed the blindfold and told me to remove the cock ring and get dressed. --- As we spent the evening watching TV together, I couldn't help but think about all that we'd discussed and how it might affect the coming weeks, months and years... but of course only Mistress knew the answer to that.... I would just have to wait and see. Everything Has a Price Ch. 07 Author's note: Many thanks to all the people who have emailed me and left feedback I really appreciate it! Sorry this chapter has been a bit long coming....I finished it and then decided to rewrite it. Believe it or not I do know where the story is going... it's just I'm not entirely sure how it's going to get there! Also please be aware that this series marks the end of the Malibuman666 username. In future I will be publishing my stories under the name 'Robert_Anthony'. Thank you. - - - - I lay awake... the bedside clock told me it was over an hour since my wife had fallen asleep, but I just couldn't after the way this day had turned out. First there was the question and answer session (where I had given some pretty frank answers to some pretty tough questions) and then more recently, after I had licked my wife to a HUGE orgasm (I'd love to take the credit for it, but I fear there was more to it than just my performance!), she had teased me again whilst probing me further on the things we had talked about earlier. It started out fairly straightforwardly, with her laying next to me, gently stroking my cock and reminding me that I wasn't to move my hips or to cum without permission. Obviously I didn't need reminding of the latter, but I still like to hear her say it, and more significantly I got the impression that she's really starting to enjoy saying it too! She stroked me gently for a couple of minutes before she spoke, and when she did it caught me completely off guard. "Close your eyes slave." My eyes were already almost shut, but I acknowledged her command regardless. "You did very well today slave, I was very pleased with your... honesty...but, are you sure you weren't just a little 'disappointed'?" For a few moments I was a little stumped by what she meant but then the penny dropped and I answered her as truthfully as I could... "I don't know... Mistress." She gave my cock an unexpectedly hard squeeze which caused me to grunt loudly. "Because, when I was searching the net, I saw quite a few videos like that and some of them really turned me on..." I opened my eyes to look at her but her head was angled down so I couldn't see her face. Then I remembered that she had told me to close my eyes and quickly shut them again before she noticed. "...I saw one where this girl... she couldn't have been more than about twenty... she locked her poor boyfriend in a chastity device and then phoned up a couple of black guys to come over and fuck her while he watched from the side of the bed... Not only that but while they were fucking her she kept teasing him about how big their cocks were and how she wouldn't be able to feel his cock after they'd finished with her... and when they'd finished fucking her, she made him lick their cum off her thigh and her tits...." I listened intently, my cock throbbing in her hand. "...you like the thought of that don't you?" "I.... I don't know Mistress," I stammered, feeling quite a way out of my comfort zone. Oh sure it was a hot fantasy, but I thought we'd already discussed this earlier and she'd clearly told me that she had no intention of cuckolding me... She lifted her thumb to her mouth and ran her tongue over it, tasting my precum and moistening her thumb at the same time, before she replaced it and resumed her gentle teasing. "I watched quite a few videos like that...but my favourite was one where this dark haired girl was fucking her boyfriend in the ass with a strap-on... after she'd put him in a 'Birdlock'. Can you imagine how that poor guy felt slave? Getting fucked in the ass by his beautiful Mistress while his cock was locked and restrained?" "Mmm... yes Mistress," I sighed, picturing the scene vividly in my mind. "Can you slave...really? Maybe I should do that to you... you'd like that wouldn't you?" "If it pleases you Mistress..." I breathed. She squeezed my cock again, her nails sharp against my sensitive cock-skin, lifted her head and moved her mouth closer to my ear. "Maybe it would please me slave, in fact I'm sure it would... but I think it would please you too, wouldn't it?" "Yes Mistress," I confessed, guiltily. "I thought so...but do you know what she did once she got tired of fucking his poor ass?" "No Mistress..." Her nails dug into my throbbing prick once more. "Do you want me to tell you?" "Ugh, yes... please Mistress." "Don't move your hips," she warned me again as she held my cock perfectly still. "No Mistress. I won't...please tell me...." "Well..." she said, still holding me firmly but making no attempt to stroke. "...she tied him down to a bench on his back and then this other guy appeared and she started sucking his cock right over her boyfriend's face. Then she sat on his face and made him get her nice and wet so that her lover could fuck her..." Mistress's hand slowly started to move and I had to fight the urge to push against the movement. "...then, once she was nice and wet, she lay down on top of him so that her head was right next to his caged dick and her pussy was right over his face... and then the other guy slid his cock into her, right over his face, so his balls were practically tickling his nose on every stroke..." I let out deep groan as she started to pump a little harder and faster, her grip intensifying significantly as she did so. "...do you like the thought of that slave, watching your Mistress's pussy being pounded by a nice hard cock, just inches from your face?" I moaned, but pointlessly tried to deny the effect she was having on me. "No Mistress..." "Really?" She teased. "And yet your cock is sooo hard?" There was no answer to that and I could feel the colour rushing to my cheeks. "I know you don't think you could handle being cuckolded slave... but the thought of seeing my beautiful pussy being stretched by a big, hard cock right over your face and maybe even being allowed to lick my clit as you watched, well... it drives you crazy doesn't it?" I couldn't answer her, all I could think about was the building sensation in my balls, my desperate need to cum and how I must avoid it at all costs... "C'mon slave, you can tell me..." She let go of my cock and gave it a sudden and very unexpected slap. Another followed and then another, harder and harder as she grew impatient for a response. "Yes Mistress," I gasped, more than a little concerned that the slapping would drive me over the edge if I didn't give her a quick answer. She gave my aching cock one more very hard slap before curling her fingers around it once again and squeezing it firmly. "There, that wasn't so difficult was it?" "No Mistress," I winced. "Good..." she said, starting a cycle of squeezing and releasing my cock that continued for the next few minutes. "..... but you know, it gets better.... all the time this other guy was pounding her tight, hot cunt, she was playing with her boyfriend's balls, teasing his cock through the cage and telling him how good it felt being fucked by such a big cock and that she was thinking about never allowing him to put his cock inside her again..." I exhaled sharply and Mistress chuckled softly at my reaction. "...and that in future his only purpose would be to prepare her for her lovers, to eat her pussy when she demanded it and to clean her after she'd been fucked..." I felt a shiver travel down the whole of my body, Mistress felt it too. "...and then, when she'd had enough, she pulled herself off the other guy's dick, turned around so that she was facing her boyfriend and rubbed her soaking wet cunt against his chastity device. He could probably feel the heat of her well fucked pussy as her juices dripped through the cage onto his aching cock and balls... can you imagine that sort of frustration and torment slave?" "Yes Mistress..." I answered, perhaps a little glibly. "Oh, I very much doubt it..." she hissed, squeezing my cock much harder now. "...I don't think you have any comprehension of what that would be like, do you?" "I said 'do you?' slave!" "No Mistress," I whimpered as she squeezed harder and harder until I suddenly realised that I really was getting too close for comfort. "STOP Mistress... please stop!" I begged. She let go immediately, and I had to use every ounce of willpower to shut down my orgasm before I erupted into the sheets. This was getting harder every day, but I knew if I wanted Mistress to take me seriously I had to control myself, and she had already told me what would happen if I had any 'accidents'. We lay in silence for a few minutes, my breathing gradually returning to normal as she idly stroked her sodden pussy as she waited for me to regain my composure. I was a little shocked at the way she'd just acted and it was becoming hard for me to reconcile my lovely wife with the glimpses of uber-bitch that were surfacing in my Mistress every now and again, it was confusing but thrilling.. and I just wished I knew how to bring those moments out of her more often. It just proved to me that the potential trapped inside her was massive, if only I could find a way to help her tap into it whenever she wanted to. Once she was satisfied that I wasn't in any immediate danger of 'losing it', her fingers curled around my cock once more and she gently stroked me again as she continued her story. "That was close wasn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress," I moaned as she started a slow gentle stroke once more. I really didn't know how much more of this I could take, even though it was everything I'd ever dreamed of... "Do you want to know what she did after that slave?" "Oh... yes, please Mistress..." I moaned, unsure if it was actually a good idea, but desperate for her to continue... anything to help her build her confidence and to reassure her that I loved this new persona she was bringing to the surface... "Okay, but you better stop me if you get too close...you wouldn't want to have to start over would you?" "No Mistress..." She stroked me silently for a moment, and then I heard her take a breath to speak "Well... I wonder what brought that on.... maybe it was when I said that she was taunting him, telling him that now she had a lover with a huge cock he would never be allowed inside her pussy again?" I groaned loudly but she was intent on piling on the pressure... "Or maybe it was when she told him that his only purpose was to provide her with pleasure and to clean her pussy after her stud had fucked her and filled her full of his cum?" As the days (and now weeks) went by it was becoming more and more difficult to keep control of my cock. Though I was aching to be allowed to cum and to relieve the building pressure in my balls, I drew immense satisfaction and pleasure from knowing that by allowing my Mistress to control me in this way I was proving my absolute devotion to her. As a result, the harder it became to defer my own pleasure, the more bonded I felt to her. Despite this, the temptation to give in to the inevitable was massive and I groaned even louder than before, her comments threatening to push me over the edge at any second... She said nothing, but she knew she had hit the nail firmly on the head. She let my cock go again for a few seconds, just enough to ease my back from the point of no return, before continuing once more. "Anyway slave, as I was saying..... she was rubbing her soaking wet pussy against his chastity device and then she started sucking her juices off the other guy's cock, right over her boyfriend's face..." Within seconds my breathing became shorter and shorter and Mistress's stroking became slower and slower, lighter and lighter, keeping me just the right side of disaster... "...and then she started sucking that big cock really hard, right down into her throat until she knew he was about to cum... and then she pulled it out of her mouth, pointed it downwards and ordered her boyfriend to open his mouth and swallow her lovers cum..." I grunted as I fought to keep still, my balls churning for release as she filled my head with these intense images. "...and then she made him suck his cock clean and thank him for fucking his Mistress's beautiful pussy so well." Her hand squeezed a little tighter, my back arched and I almost had to ask her to stop again, I really was hanging by a thread and she knew it. I heard her chuckle once more and she said, "I don't care what you say slave... your cock loves the thought of that...doesn't it?" "Yes Mistress," I croaked. I could feel my cum trying to force it's way to the tip of my cock, despite all my best efforts. Again she let go of me and let me calm down for a few seconds, before closing her hand around my balls and squeezing firmly as she kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. We kissed for some time until she finally pulled away and settled down with her head on my shoulder, her fingers still idly playing with my aching balls, my cock steadfastly refusing to soften .. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked, mischievously. "You know I did," I murmured, wondering whether all this was just talk or whether there was more to it. And if there was more to it, did I really want to go there? I couldn't argue with the horniness of what she'd just described to me, and I had already admitted the thought of sucking a cock for her and cleaning her pussy of another man's cum turned me on... but really? The thing that scared me more than anything was that deep down I knew that if that was what she really wanted, I just knew that I would go along with it, especially in my current state. Indeed, even as I thought about it, my cock throbbed desperately... who knows what I would agree to if she kept me like this for much longer? As those thoughts ricocheted around my head, Mistress threw me another curveball by abruptly changing the subject... "You know, I'm still not really sure what you meant about being 'mean'...." 'Er... yes you fucking are!' I thought to myself, thinking back just a few moments in time. This almost schizophrenic quality that my wife was displaying of late was beginning to take it's toll on me, I really didn't know when she was playing straight with me and when she was fucking with my head and it kept me constantly off guard. That along with the pent-up frustration between my legs... well, it was all starting to add up to one hell of a mindfuck! "...I mean I know you said that it's about not giving in, but there's more to it than that... isn't there?" I tried to calm myself down a little before I answered, aware that she really was still learning how to play this game and that even with all her own research, my guidance was still necessary to help steer her through the minefield of information offered by the internet. "Well, yeah, I guess there is.... but that is a big part of it, the not giving in thing. I mean... say you decided to set me some kind of task in order to 'win' an orgasm..." "What sort of task?" She asked, curiously. "Umm, well, I don't know... I mean it could be anything, it could be something pointless like throwing buttons into a jar or something stupid like that... or it could be something more... productive, like making me give you so many orgasms before I could cum...but then that wouldn't really apply in this case, because that would just be a matter of time..." Before I could continue she interrupted me. "Didn't you once tell me you read about some woman who kept her husband in a chastity belt and he had to complete certain fitness levels to be allowed out, or something like that?" "Err, yes..." I said, not particularly liking the direction she was going with this! "But really, it's not important... the important thing is that if you set a task, then you should think carefully when you set it as to whether it's realistic and whether or not it's achievable in a reasonable amount of time." "Uh-huh." "And following on from that you shouldn't give in if I get close to it... so if you say I've got to throw twenty buttons into a jar and I can only get eighteen in, you shouldn't let me off, or say 'well that's close enough'...do you see?" "Yes, or if I said you couldn't' cum until you could do a hundred press-ups, then I shouldn't let you cum if you can only do ninety seven?" "Err, well.....yes, if you like." I definitely didn't like the way she was turning this around, but at the end of the day, I couldn't really argue with her logic or her choices. I was the one who wanted her to be in control after all... "But anyway, regardless of what the task is.... Instead of letting me off, the best thing to do would be to stroke me right to the edge and tell me something like 'you're so close to being allowed to cum, you've only got to find that little bit more and you'll be allowed to do it', and then leave me hanging... I can guarantee I'll be up all night until I can get those buttons in that jar!" "Or until you can do a hundred press-ups..." she said, presumably visualizing me with a six pack or something equally fantastical... We lay silently for a few moments until she pressed me further... "Okay I get that... but what else?" "Well, it's kind of.... learning to....take control and mean it! I mean I'm sure you must have seen stuff on the internet where women start down this road and initially find it quite daunting because they've grown up believing that being a tease is 'bad' or 'dangerous' even...if they do it to the wrong person. But if the guy likes it, that's a different matter. I mean if you did to some, or even 'most' guys what you just did to me... well, I could understand they might get a bit upset. But with me it's okay, I like being frustrated and horny...and I love that you get to decide when I'm allowed to cum. The thing is, as I understand it, is that it's quite difficult in the beginning for a woman to leave her husband or partner 'hanging', because her natural instinct is to let him cum! That's perfectly understandable, but the thing is... really, deep down he doesn't want her to give in, even if he's begging her to let him cum... even if in that moment he truly means what he's saying, because deep down he wants to be denied and kept waiting... and being told 'NO' is such a rush. I mean, let's face it, at the end of the day if they guy really couldn't take it, he'd just take matters into his own hands wouldn't he? Even if he did have some sort of device, he'd break it off if he really wanted to, so the whole point is that the guy wants to be denied and he wants to give his Mistress the power to decide... which comes back to what we said before, it's not necessarily the length of time it continues, although that is important, but it's the fact that the decision is not his to make. I guess the other part of it is.... just intensifying things....just making it more difficult for the guy. It's about confidence I suppose... confidence is always attractive isn't it, and... well a woman who's confident enough to demand pleasure while denying it to her submissive is very attractive... and a woman who goes even further is even more attractive." "How do you mean 'goes further'?" "Well, a woman who maybe lets her sub think she's going to let him come, but then stops him at the last minute, even if he's right on the brink, or maybe even if he's about to shoot inside her... a woman who lets him know in no uncertain terms that she controls his cock, and that it's she who gets to decide 'when' and 'if' he gets to cum... that, combined with the ability to say 'no' and to not feel guilty about it... it all just reinforces the fact that it's her who's in control, and that's why it's so hot!" "So, really, the harder I make it for you the better it is...." "Well, in a nutshell....yeah." Everything Has a Price Ch. 07 "So, I guess... I read some stuff on the net where this woman was a bit.... she went out of her way to wear less clothes around the house, to tease her husband like that, not wearing knickers, stuff like that.... Would you like that?" 'Do bears shit in the woods?' I thought to myself, but restrained myself from saying it out loud. "Umm, yes that would be.. lovely....I love the summer when you wear vest-tops and don't wear any socks... I can get hard just looking at your feet, and you know how much I love to worship them... " I lay there for a moment, thinking about her gorgeous feet, and how much I wanted to suck her toes into my mouth one after another...and then I started thinking about her around the house, flashing me her pussy whenever she felt like it.... "It's weird," she said, interrupting my vision. "It's almost like when you're a teenager isn't it?" "Err..., yes!" I said, trying to drag my head back into the conversation. "Yes it is, you spend the whole time teasing the guy but instead of going home and jerking himself off he lays next to you, trying to get to sleep, trying not to touch his aching cock and completely unable to think about anything but you... I mean why wouldn't any woman love that?" "Well, I guess when you put it like that...." she said, mocking my simplistic generalisation... "Yeah, well, you know what I mean....don't you?" I felt the tip of her finger slide along the underside of my still half-hard cock. "Yeah, I think so, I mean I still don't fully understand it... maybe I never will, and maybe that doesn't even matter... although I must admit I do like the idea of you laying next to me, desperate to be allowed to cum...knowing that only I can give permission... and I particularly like the thought of you not being able to think about anything but me!" "Well there you go then." I said. We lay quietly for a little while longer until she said... "You really are a bit odd aren't you?" She said, stifling a laugh. "I guess..." I said, seeing no value in arguing the point. "When did you first know you wanted to do this?" "I don't know... but I read a story a long time ago on Literotica called 'Terri's Teasing Torments' and I think that sowed the seeds, or maybe just woke up something that was always there...and there were some other Femdom stories that had the same themes too." She lay still for a few moments. "Err, can I open my eyes yet?" I asked, wondering if this was drawing to a close. "No." "Oh..." "I had a couple of other things to ask you..." "Oh, okay." "You know when you said that eating your cum doesn't bother you anymore..." I was glad she had brought this up as I felt that maybe my earlier answer hadn't really conveyed exactly what I had wanted it to. "Uh-huh." "...is that true?" "Well..." I sighed loudly. "Not exactly... what I really meant was... what I was trying to tell you was.... yes, sometimes it's a little difficult, especially if there's a lot of it, but... really, mostly it's fine. It was quite difficult at first, and when I said it didn't bother me, what I really meant was the 'taste' doesn't bother me too much anymore ... It's still kind of... not 'embarrassing' as such, but... humiliating, I suppose....or rather 'submissive', but then that's the point isn't it? I must admit I loved it when I was licking it off your tits... that was fantastic. But then I had been fantasizing about that for so long....and it's always easier to lick it off you, because it's, well... it's obvious isn't it! I mean, how can I explain... I'd much rather lick it of your tits or your legs than your hand, but I would still rather lick it off your hand than mine, or of a sheet or something. But then... I've always wanted you to make me lick it off a dildo after I've come inside you too..." "Really?" She asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Yeah, it's just 'naughty' isn't it... Anyway, you know how much I love licking it out of your pussy, that is so fucking hot, especially if you sit on my face and make me do it... and I still remember the first time I was told to cum on your feet and lick it off....even though I came so hard that half of it was up by your knees! Haha. I think what I was really trying to get across to you was that I didn't want you to think twice about asking me to do it if you wanted me to. It's like I said before, your natural instinct is to let me cum rather than leaving me hanging... and this is the same, in a way... as a Domme you might want me to do it, but as a wife you might feel bad about it, and I don't want you to feel bad about it. I think maybe one of the hardest things about being 'dominant' is learning to 'take' the power that's offered to you... and not feeling guilty about it." "So you meant it then?" She asked tentatively. "What." "That you would eat your cum every time if I wanted you to?" Her repeated questioning of my answers was understandable, but a little frustrating. "Yes.... I meant everything I said." "Really?" "Yes," I said, trying not to let my irritation show. "Even the bit about the chastity device?" Okay... that was a good question, because that was quite a big step...and I wasn't 100% sure about that, but I knew if she really wanted me to, that I would find a way to do it. "Well....yes, if you really wanted me to." "Wow," she said teasing my cock with her fingertip again. "You know, it's hard to get your head round that idea....but the more I read about it the more I liked the thought of it, having your cock locked up so that I could make absolutely sure that you couldn't cum or even touch your poor aching cock without my permission..." My breathing started to quicken as she spoke, and he finger pressed a little harder against my stiffening cock. "...and having your key around my neck.... I know you love that idea don't you?" "Yes," I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable admitting as much... even though she was already fully aware of this fact. "I like it a lot." She fell silent and removed her finger and I kissed the top of her head and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "What was the other thing you wanted to ask me," I asked inquisitively. "Ahm..." Now she seemed hesitant, but after a little coaxing she came out with it. "Umm, well, when I was looking at the websites, I.... I read about...that it's a good idea to have a chastity contract, and I wondered what you thought about that?" I wasn't expecting that, but I took it in my stride. "Err, it's....fine by me. I mean, yeah, it makes it easier for you I guess, because you can point to the piece of paper and say 'look you agreed to this' if I start whining..." My response seemed to please her and I began to wonder if she was already in the process of writing one of her own... "Don't you mean 'when'?" She asked, only half joking. "...well I guess that depends," I said. "On what?" She asked. "How far you want to take it...." "We'll see..." she muttered before kissing me good night and causing my cock to swell once more. She turned over and I cuddled against her until she fell asleep. - - - That was an hour ago, and yet here I am, still awake, still hard, still trying desperately not to touch my cock and getting weaker by the second. If I don't fall asleep soon, I just know I'm going to do something I'm going to regret... Everything Has a Price Ch. 08 Author's note: I hope this chapter goes some way to restoring the balance between 'talk' and 'action'! And don't forget, once this series is done I will be posting under the name Robert_Anthony. Thanks for all the great feedback, keep it coming Literoticans! ---------- ---------- ---------- I woke up suddenly, it was 7:02. I looked to my right to find the bed empty, I panicked for a second until I realised it was Monday. I turned over and breathed my Mistress's scent from the empty pillow, my cock was instantly hard and aching. "Shit!" I said to myself quietly. "I've got to tell her before she goes to work." I threw back the covers and got to my feet just as my wife came back into the bedroom to say goodbye. She looked at me, then looked down at my rock hard cock and then looked back at me again. "Well," she giggled. " Someone's pleased to see me!" I looked down at my throbbing shaft, jutting out from my groin like a telegraph pole, a thin film of precum smeared over the tip. "What a pity I'm already late for work..." She kissed me quickly as she gave my cock a single, firm squeeze and then turned on her heels before I could even speak. "I..., er, bye, love you," I called after her, looking down at my poor desperate cock and wondering how much more of this I could take. I heard the front door close and her key in the lock, now I had a dilemma of epic proportions. Last night, long after she had gone to sleep I had touched my cock, and not only that, but I had taken myself right to the edge, several times, before finally forcing myself to stop. Not only that, but now she'd gone to work and I couldn't tell her, and I knew I was supposed to tell her as soon as possible. I waited for half an hour to pass, until I knew she would be at work, ready to start the day. I rang her mobile and was surprised when she answered it on the first ring. "Hello," she said warmly. "Oh, er, hi..." "Are you okay?" She asked, a little concerned. "Oh, umm, yeah... er, er..." "You don't sound okay, what's the matter?" "Umm, well, er, nothing as such...umm, nothing, er serious....I, erm, well the thing is, erm, I wanted to talk to you before you left this morning, but you were in a rush and...." "Yes?" "...well," I cleared my throat. "I'm afraid I have to tell you something...umm, last night...after you'd gone to sleep, I was felling really horny and... I touched my cock Mistress, I'm really sorry." "Oh dear, that is disappointing...." she said, sounding a little irritated. "Yes Mistress, I know..." "Did you make yourself cum," she whispered into the phone. "No Mistress." "Hmm, well that's something... I shall have to think about this, I shall speak to you later." "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." The phone went dead before I even finished speaking and I replaced the handset before picking up my workbag and heading out to my car. Unusually I didn't listen to the radio or a CD on the way to work, all I could think about was how I'd let my Mistress down and how she was going to punish me. For I was in no doubt that there would be some kind of punishment, even if it wasn't another paddling... - - - The day was long and difficult. All I could think about was how disappointed my Mistress was going to be with me and what I could do to make it up to her. I had briefly thought about buying her some flowers on the way home, but had quickly come to the conclusion that not only would they have made no difference, but it would have made me look pretty dumb into the bargain. So instead, I decided to go home and face the music like a man, whatever it may be. I opened the front door and heard the shower running, usually I would have taken the opportunity to go and say hello, while checking out my wife's sexy body. But I figured that might only annoy her more, and so instead I slipped into the spare room, donned my workout clothes and left a note on her dressing table, telling her that I had gone to the garage to use the treadmill. I came back into the house sometime later, the smell of dinner in the air. She kissed me and we talked over as we ate, just normal stuff, nothing about what I had told her earlier. Then, after we had washed the dishes together, she told me to go and have my shower, and not to take too long about it because she had a surprise for me. I know. I should have realised that it probably wasn't going to be a good surprise, or if it was, I should have at least realised that it wasn't going to work out the way I had intended. But nevertheless I fairly bounded up the stairs and had one of my lightning quick shave and showers and when I opened the bathroom door I found her standing on the landing, naked except for a matching black lace bra and panty set and some sheer black stockings. I felt the blood rushing to my cock as it pressed against my clean boxer shorts, and the ache in my balls returned with a vengeance. God she looked beautiful! She took a step forward and rubbed my cock through my boxers, I groaned predictably. "Enjoy it," she said as she teased my cock through the thin cotton fabric. "Enjoy it while you can..." I didn't like the sound of that too much, but I was already trembling as she massaged my throbbing meat against my body. Suddenly she stopped and pulled away from me, she turned and walked towards the bedroom. "Come on," she said curtly. I followed like a dog at heel and once inside the bedroom she lay on her back on the bed and told me to strip naked and kneel between her feet. I did as instructed, my hands falling easily to my sides, my cock standing straight up, desperate for her touch. "Now," she said. "I imagine you've spent all day wondering what your punishment might be... maybe another spanking, or maybe something else in a similar vein, or something else entirely...so, tell me, what do you think your punishment is going to be slave?" "I'm not sure Mistress." "Really slave, all day and you couldn't come up with anything?" "Well yes Mistress, but I'm sure it's nothing to what you have planned for me." She smirked, and I wondered just what she had got planned for me tonight. "You're right there," she said. "I've been very bad." That threw me a little, what was that supposed to mean. She'd been at work all day and she'd only been home an hour before me, how 'bad' could she have been? I stared at her gorgeous body and wished I could just rip her panties aside and plunge my aching cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Or even just jerk myself off over her, even if I had to lick it up... that would be okay, just anything, anything but having to look at her and not being able to touch my poor throbbing cock! I felt my jaw start to tremble a little as she shifted her legs and lifted her knees up. I would have done just about anything for her then, just to be allowed to kiss her inner thighs, her beautiful soft, sexy thighs... my cock was starting to hurt with need now, this was torture. Little did I realise that this was nothing, nothing at all. Her voice snapped me out of my lustful daze. "Show me," she said. "Show me what you did." I heard her, but it didn't quite register at first. She repeated her demand and I nervously closed my fist around my cock, and started stroking firmly. She watched intently, her own fingers snaking across her stomach and into her panties. Watching her touch herself brought me to the edge very quickly and in less than a minute I had to let go, gasping for breath as I fought the need to cum. "Is that it," she said sternly. "Is that all you did?" "Yes Mistress....but, more than once..." She arched an eyebrow. "You really are a sucker for punishment aren't you?" "Yes Mistress..." "Do it again." I stroked myself to the edge at her instruction a further three times, before she finally let me stop. My whole body ached with the need to cum, but she wasn't about to allow that. She reached under her pillow, pulled out my blindfold and tossed it to me. "Put that on," she scowled. "Yes Mistress," I said, pulling the generous rubber blindfold over my head until my vision was fully blocked. "Is that effective?" "Yes Mistress." "Good." I heard her moving on the bed, it sounded like she was removing her panties but I couldn't be sure. Then her stocking-clad foot brushed against my thigh and she batted my balls with her instep. I grunted, taken by surprise. "Maybe your punishment should focus on your balls...what do you think slave?" "If it pleases you Mistress," I said, hoping that wasn't really what she had in mind. I felt her other foot move beneath me and then she used it to press my cock upwards from underneath until it was flat against my stomach. "Your balls are so vulnerable now slave, I could just kick them all night if I wanted to, couldn't I?" "If it pleased you Mistress," I gasped. "You might want to remember that for the future slave," she said as she playfully swatted her foot against my nuts a few times, hard enough to make a point, but not hard enough to actually hurt. She moved her feet away and my cock fell back to it's natural position, still throbbing, still desperate for release. "But not tonight slave, no... I have something much worse in store for you..." I gulped loudly, which caused her to laugh to herself. "...but don't worry slave, it won't hurt. Not like that, anyway..." I breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help wondering whether at the end of the night I might have chosen a good kick in the nuts over what I was about to go through. She lifted her feet to my face and told me to start kissing them. I happily obliged and periodically she allowed me to move a little higher up her legs, first to her ankle, then her shins, then her knees until finally I came to the tops of her stockings. I must have been kissing her legs for well over quarter of an hour at this point and my lips were stinging a little, but I continued regardless, fully aware that every inch up her legs was another inch closer to her beautiful pussy. "Mmm," she sighed. "I'm so wet... can you smell my gorgeous pussy slave?" "Yes Mistress. It smells wonderful." "Do you think you should be allowed to taste it slave?" "I....don't know Mistress, I mean it's not for me to decide." "But you want to, don't you...?" "Yes Mistress, always!" "Good, you may kiss the tops of my thighs slave, but don't go any further until I say." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." I kissed and licked her beautiful skin, inhaling deeply every precious waft of her delicious scent until I was completely focused on wanting to taste her amazing pussy. Even my need to come was secondary now, my whole world was focussed solely on the burning desire to taste her juices, to push my tongue inside her slippery hole, to tease her clit and to make her buck against me until she was completely satisfied. But no, not yet. She kept me there for what seemed like hours, and all the time I could hear her slender fingers stroking her pussy. This really was torture. But I didn't know the half of it. She started to move her hips a little and I realised that she was getting close to coming, I continued to kiss and worship her legs, my blindfold denying me the pleasure of watching my beautiful Mistress make herself cum. Then she was there, her legs bucked wildly and she moaned her way through her orgasm until finally she fell still, breathing heavily. I continued to kiss her thighs for a few seconds more, my tongue searching for any stray splashes of her delicious juice until she pushed my head away. "No, you don't get to taste me today...not a drop." I groaned in frustration, but she wasn't for turning. "You should have thought about that when you were touching your cock," she snarled. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." I heard her moving on the bed again and she told me to lay down on my back. I manoeuvred myself so that I was and she straddled me, her legs either side of my torso. "You messed up big time slave, you didn't know it of course... but I was planning to let you inside my beautiful pussy today... not for long perhaps, but long enough to enjoy the feel of my slippery, silky, wet cunt wrapped around your throbbing cock..." "No...." I groaned. "Uh-huh," she replied. "But you had to mess it up didn't you?" I couldn't even bring myself to respond until she used her fingernails to pinch my nipples. "Didn't you?" "Yes Mistress," I gasped. "Bet you feel pretty foolish now, don't you?" "Very, Mistress." I felt her move up the bed and position herself right above my face. "If you could only see me slave, my beautiful pussy, right over your face, dripping wet... just inches from your mouth..." "Please let me taste you," I blurted out. She laughed wickedly and I heard her finger moving inside her wet pussy. She held it near my nose and my nostrils were filled with her gorgeous scent. I let out a deep groan as I inhaled her, my cock felt like it was ready to explode at the slightest touch, but I knew it was not permitted and above all else I had to make sure I didn't cum, no matter what. "If you had to choose between cumming and tasting me now slave, which would you choose?" I heard myself respond even without thinking about it. "Tasting you Mistress..." "Wow, I'm impressed...although you didn't exactly mull it over, are you sure you're not just saying that because you think that's what I want to hear?" "No Mistress. I promise you." Her hand reached back and gently stroked my cock, I was shaking uncontrollably. "Are you sure?" "Yes Mistress, I swear!" "But even the thought of not being allowed to taste me didn't stop you putting your own pleasure first, did it?" "No Mistress....I'm so sorry Mistress." She let go of my aching stalk and I felt her move back down the bed until her knees were either side of my hips, her dripping slit hovering just inches above my desperate cock. "Well slave, maybe it's for the best... I don't think you could have handled being inside me today anyway, you look ready to explode as it is..." She lowered herself and I felt the silky flesh of her pussy rubbing gently against the head of my cock. "...you're leaking so much slave, you must be soooo close, how do you stand it?" I couldn't answer her, all I could think about was the silky smoothness of her pussy lips softly grinding against my poor cock. Oh fuck, why did I have to touch my cock, and why did I have to tell her... "Maybe just the tip," she said, sliding the first half-inch of my cock inside her silky wet hole. "Or maybe not," she said pulling it out almost before I had even realised what she'd done. I clenched my fists in frustration, wondering why I didn't just get up and pump my cock until I emptied every last drop of cum from my balls, I wasn't restrained, there was nothing stopping me, except... I knew that would be it. Mistress would never play this game with me again, and that simply wasn't a price I was willing to pay. She let go of my cock and I felt her reaching over to the bedside table, I heard the drawer open and she obviously took something out, though I had no idea what it was. She shuffled back to her original position and I felt something rubbery press against the pad of flesh just above my cock. "Give me your hands," she said and I brought both my hands to where the rubbery sensation was. "Now, hold this still with your fingers." She pressed my fingers either side of what I now realised was a thick silicone dildo, the spare larger one from our strap-on set that she had never used on me (at least not yet - gulp!). The base was just big enough to get a finger on but I quickly realised that it would be more stable if I spread the fingers of one hand either side and pressed my palm against the base of my stomach. She pushed my spare hand out of the way and rubbed her slippery cunt against the tip of the thick silicone cock. I heard her gasp as the large head stretched her pussy wider than she was used to and she eased herself down a few inches before she spoke again. "Now slave, as I promised, I have a surprise for you..." I had completely forgotten about this part and suddenly my mind was racing, was she going to pull a couple of black dudes out of the wardrobe or was I just being completely ridiculous. Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold I felt very vulnerable, she could be plotting anything and I wouldn't even know until it was too late. "...but before you get your surprise, you have to make a choice." 'Not again,' I thought. 'What the hell was going on now?' "It shouldn't be a very difficult choice for you, if all you've told me is true..." Oh, shit...Oh, crap, what did she mean by that? "...and I know you never lie to me. You've proved that by coming clean about touching your cock...so..." I listened intently for the sound of the wardrobe door opening, but all I could hear was the sound of Mistress's pussy sliding up and down the top few of inches of the thick silicone cock. I could feel the heat of her cunt against the back of her hand, but nothing more, it was torture. "...for the rest of the week, you have to decide whether you want to be allowed to touch me, when I allow it, obviously... or whether you want to be touched, but that means you don't get to touch me at all, not even to kiss me..." Suddenly the whole 'how to be mean' lesson of the previous evening seemed hopelessly redundant...but even as she said it my cock pulsed madly, loving how bitchy she was being, and once again I was thrown into internal turmoil, overjoyed at her understanding and adoption of all that I'd tried to teach her but at the same time scared, almost, of what I'd awoken in her. She truly was becoming the heartless bitch of my darkest fantasies, I just hoped I could live up to my side of the bargain... "...it's not a trick, I promise if you choose to be touched, I will tease your cock every day for the rest of the week, but you definitely won't get to touch me at all. Can you go that long without eating my beautiful pussy slave, without touching my soft skin, without kissing my beautiful lips or sucking my gorgeous toes?" "No Mistress, I can't." "So what do you choose slave?" "To be allowed to touch you, when you allow it Mistress." "Even though you know I will not touch your cock or balls until next Sunday when your twenty eight days is up?" Damn I thought the end of the week meant Friday, but it really didn't change anything. My mind raced, last time I had cum had been a Sunday, surely twenty eight days would be the day before, wouldn't it? Mistress seemed to know what I was thinking, as she spelt it out for me. "You came all over my beautiful breasts at 2pm slave... so the game doesn't finish until 2pm on Sunday... at the earliest!" That was at least the second time she'd said something like that, I was beginning to wonder exactly what was going to happen come Sunday afternoon... "Are you sure that's what you want to choose slave?" "Yes Mistress, I'm sure." "Good slave, I wouldn't have expected anything else." "Thank you Mistress..." She forced herself down a little further onto the silicon dildo, sighing as the thick girth stretched her tight hole. Her pussy was just an inch of so from the back of my fingers now, and a few drops of pussy juice had dripped onto my knuckles. Within a couple of minutes she had taken the whole thing and started gliding herself up and down the rubbery prick, while my own cock nestled against the crack of her ass, every rise and fall she made a lesson in absolute suffering for me. "Oh God slave, that feels amazing....your cock is so hard, I bet you wish you could be inside me now don't you?" Everything Has a Price Ch. 08 "Ugh, yes Mistress...." "Maybe one day I will let you slide your cock into my gorgeous arse, while I ride this lovely thick dildo...." I could barely speak now, I was clenching my teeth so hard I feared they might never separate again. "...until I cum so hard, that I squeeze every last drop out of your poor swollen balls!" Oh fuck, this was becoming absolutely unbearable, I opened my mouth to beg her to stop, the friction of her ass against my cock-head threatening to push me right over the edge, but before I could even speak she lifted herself clean off the dildo and moved up my body, leaving my cock to flap against slippery silicone cock which I still held obediently in place. "It's time for your surprise slave, I'm pleased with your choice, and I know you will be too, even though you don't get to be touched until Sunday...I'm sure it will be worth it." I felt her position herself over my face once more and wondered what on earth this 'surprise' could possibly be... "Such a pity you have to stay blindfolded though, but still.... Now, close your mouth and keep it closed, if I feel your tongue even for a second I will be very mad with you, and you don't want me to be mad with you do you slave?" "No Mistress." That was the last thing I wanted, lest she resurrected the idea of kicking my balls all night! "Good slave, now...." She lowered herself onto my face and the strong intoxicating scent of her pussy filled my nostrils once again, only this time it was much more intense and tinged with the smell of silicone rubber. As she started to grind herself against my face I noticed something odd, and as she ground herself harder and harder I began to realise exactly what this 'surprise' was...for the first time ever she had shaved her pussy bare. I felt sick. All this time I had been so close to her, but because of my own stupidity I had been forced to wear this blindfold while she knew all along the effect seeing her pussy completely shaved would have on me... and how I would feel now that I knew. My hips refused to stay still as they pumped in desperation, my straining cock aching for contact with anything, even though I had just chosen to forgo any touching for the rest of the week. Fortunately for me she did not notice my hips pumping or my cock sliding hopelessly against the slippery silicone dildo, as she was too busy grinding her hairless pussy against the bridge of my nose. It was all I could do to keep my mouth closed as instructed, but I was terrified that if I failed her she might not let me touch her for the rest of the week and that would be worse than anything! Especially now I knew her 'secret'. After a few minutes she climbed off my face and bent down to kiss me on the lips, I wanted to kiss her back properly, but I daren't open my mouth, even now. What if it was a trick. After a few seconds she realised what I was doing and told me that it was okay. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking against each others, I was still shaking like a man without a coat on a freezing day, but gradually it subsided as she lay down beside me and cuddled me until she was sure I was okay. "Was that a good surprise?" She asked, tentatively. "Yes Mistress, although....I wish I could see it..." "Maybe tomorrow," she said, the hint of steel returning to her voice. "If I think you deserve it." "Thank you Mistress," I said, feeling completely and utterly under her spell. "I bet you won't touch your cock without permission again will you slave?" "No Mistress," I said, remembering ruefully the last time I had promised myself the self same thing. "And neither will I, not until Sunday," she said, before kissing me one last time. Everything Has a Price Ch. 09 Tuesday was hell, all I could think about all day was my Mistress and whether or not she would allow me to see her clean shaven pussy that night. I couldn't concentrate on my work properly, and then I started thinking 'what if she makes me choose between seeing it, or licking it?' By the time I got home I was a complete wreck, and the throbbing in my groin had become so unrelenting that I'd almost stopped noticing it. Almost. Once again she was in the shower when I got home, and once again I knew that trying to sneak a look was a bad idea, especially now! So I went on the treadmill again, seeing as she was so keen on me getting fit (haha) and after tea we watched a film together. She must have noticed how tense I was all evening, but she said nothing, and she seemed completely relaxed, blasé even. But then hadn't I told her not two days ago that a woman who takes control and feels no guilt about it is the hottest of all? I sure did. The film finished and Mistress flicked the TV off and picked up her book. I sat there for a few minutes wondering what to do with myself, whilst fighting against the growing urge to suggest letting me go down on her. I knew that was a mistake and I wasn't going to fall for that... Just as I was about to get up and do something useful, Mistress peeled her socks off and without even looking up from her book, pointed her feet towards me. I looked at her gorgeous feet and felt my poor cock swelling inside my pants for the hundredth time (at least) since that glorious Sunday. God that seemed a long, long time ago now. She said nothing but lifted one of her feet, obviously inviting me to kiss it. I got up and knelt on the floor next to her chair, more than happy to go along with whatever my Mistress wanted me to do. I gently supported her foot with my hands and kissed all over her instep, then down the sides and all over her sole before sucking each of her beautiful little toes into my mouth one after another, before starting all over again. After three times through this routine, Mistress swapped her feet, still without a word. My cock throbbed hopelessly, without even a chance of being touched tonight, or tomorrow for that matter, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that... I concentrated on attending to my Mistress's beautiful feet and completed another cycle of three before Mistress put her book down and thanked me for being a good slave. I felt very proud at that moment, but any thought that I had earned something more was quickly squashed as she told me she was really tired and was going to bed. I tried not to look disappointed, but it was pretty obvious I was crushed. "I promise we'll do something tomorrow," she whispered as she kissed me goodnight. "Don't stay up to late will you... and don't touch your cock!" "No Mistress," I said sincerely. Calling her Mistress had become second nature now, where once it was only used at very specific times. I had barely noticed the transition and I had to say, I liked it. Needless to say, even though I went to bed well before midnight it was well past 1:30am before I finally managed to gain the relief of sleep... - - - Wednesday dragged like no day had ever dragged before. With the promise of 'doing something' at the forefront of my mind, I could barely wait to get home and to sample my Mistress's delicious, bald pussy. But of course, things never work out quite how you imagine they might... As I approached our house I saw a silver Mondeo parked outside the front garden. I drove past it and turned to pull into the drive, but instead of being half-full of my wife's car it was completely empty. I parked up and walked round to the front door, wondering who's the Mondeo was and where my wife was. I opened to front door and immediately heard voices from the front room. I walked in and saw my wife chatting to a slighlty older guy in a smart business suit. "Hi," I said, actually thinking 'who the fuck are you?'. They both turned and smiled. "Hello," they said together. "My car's broken down," said my wife. "I took it to a garage near work and Jeff brought me home." "Oh right..." I said, slightly suspiciously. "Well I'd better get off," said Jeff. "Or my wife will wonder where I am, thanks for the drink." "Thanks for the lift," said my wife warmly. "I'll see you tomorrow." Jeff walked past me to the front door and left us alone. My wife turned and put her arms around me, her mouth meeting mine in a deep kiss. She seemed in a terribly good mood for someone who's car had broken down. But I said nothing. Instead I returned the kiss as I felt my cock swelling yet again, despite the fact that I knew it wasn't going to get any attention no matter how big and hard it got. "What's up with the car?" I asked when she finally broke the kiss. "Oh just something little, they're getting the part first thing tomorrow, so I can pick it up at dinner time." "Oh good. Does that mean you need me to give you a lift tomorrow?" "No, Jeff's going to pick me up...I told them I would be in a bit later and they were fine about it." "Right..." She looked at me a little oddly, then asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes, yes... fine. I'm going to get showered now..." "Okay," she said. I climbed the stairs feeling a little strange and then had the longest shower I've ever had in my life. I knew it was stupid and unfounded but, damn... Jeff wasn't bad looking and he was certainly in good shape, was there more to this than met the eye? She'd openly told me that she'd watched those cuckolding videos and that they had turned her on, but had she just said that because she thought it would get me hot and bothered? Besides, even if she had been turned on by those video's, it didn't necessarily follow that she was going to go out and do it less than a week later, did it! I told myself not to be so stupid and got out of the shower. I had no real reason to believe that anything untoward was happening, she'd said point blank to me the other day that she didn't want to involve anyone else in our relationship and I had to believe her. I tried to relax, but the evening dragged and I couldn't help but keep thinking about it. Finally my wife turned to me and said "What's wrong with you, you've been in a funny mood all night." "Nothing," I said, rather predictably. "Aren't you excited?" She said smiling. "Yes of course," I said, sounding somewhat less than excited. "Doesn't sound like it...." she said, sounding hurt. "I know, I'm sorry... it's just, this probably sounds really stupid but...when I got home I wasn't expecting to see that car and Jeff and.... After everything you said the other day, I just kind of freaked out a bit that's all..." "Oh," she said, seemingly thrown completely by what I had said. "I know, I'm sorry... I'm an idiot, I do trust you... God! Why am I such an idiot." We sat in silence for a few minutes, me feeling like utter shit, her, well, I don't even know what she was thinking... then she got up and went upstairs. She was only gone a few minutes and then she came back holding something behind her back. "Close your eyes," she said softly. I complied and felt the familiar texture of the rubber blindfold pressed over my head. Then I felt my wife move closer to me and press herself against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she bent down to kiss me. Then she pulled away and led me to the sofa, which she sat on and which she had me kneel in front of. I heard her discarding her clothes and I wished she'd let me see her, but I knew I had already blotted my copybook tonight and I was lucky to be getting anything. Once she was naked she reached forward and pulled my head inbetween her thighs. She smelt wonderful and I felt myself trembling as I waited impatiently for her to give me permission to taste her beautiful pussy. She slid a little closer to me and pushed my head down closer to her pussy. The closer I got the more I fell under her spell, and by the time I felt the soft flesh of her pussy against my lips I knew that I would do anything for her once more. I gently licked the folds of her pussy, savouring the beautiful taste of her slippery hole. No matter how often I got to do this it always felt so good whenever I was allowed to do it, no wonder I craved it like some people crave beer or cigarettes. Mistress moaned softly as I teased her pussy with my tongue, and then pulled my head up to kiss me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. My breathing was ragged and my poor cock throbbed despondently inside my jeans. "Put your fingers in me," she begged before kissing me again, and groaning into my mouth as I slid two of my fingers inside her pussy. She sat back and I buried my head between her legs again, revelling in the wonderful taste and smell of my Mistress... if only I could have seen her beautiful shaved pussy too, it would have been perfect. "You love that don't you," she said softly as she savoured the attention I was giving her. "Yes Mistress," I breathed between long teasing licks. "It's like a drug to you isn't it," she pressed. "Yes Mistress," I confessed. "You'd do anything for me right now wouldn't you slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Would you slave... really?" "Yes Mistress," I whispered, knowing what was coming. "Would you clean my pussy after another man had fucked me?" "Y....yes Mistress," I replied, helpless to refuse her anything she desired. "Would you suck his cock for me?" "Yes Mistress," I sighed. "Would you lick my clit while he fucked me until I came all over his cock?" "Yes Mistress," I said, my cock pressing uncomfortably against my zip. She held my head then as I concentrated my efforts on her clit, my fingers working inside her, stimulating her G-spot until her hands clasped tightly around my head and she bucked madly against my tongue. I kept licking and licking, flicking her clit from side to side as she came harder and harder and then collapsed back onto the sofa, her thighs closing together to protect her sensitive clit from my attention (she knew I would lick her all night if I had my way). "That was amazing," she said, pulling me back between her thighs. "Clean me, carefully!" I delicately licked every last drop of pussy juice I could find from her skin and then she gently pushed me away again. "That was wonderful," she said. "But.. I still don't think you deserve to see it, not yet." I tried to hide my disappointment, knowing that I was lucky the evening hadn't taken an entirely less pleasant trajectory. I cursed my stupidity and consoled myself by licking the remnants of her juices from my lips. "Thank you Mistress." She sighed deeply and then leant forward to kiss me once again, then she put her arms around me and put her mouth close to my ear. "Listen," she said softly. "I would never do those things without telling you..." I was at once relieved and surprised by her choice of words. "...so you don't need to worry about Jeff or anyone else, okay?" "Thank you Mistress...." And just like that, all my anger and stress dissipated to nothing. Although I couldn't help but wonder about the way she'd phrased it. Hmm... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Don't forget, after this series I will be posting under the name Robert_Anthony. Thanks for all your feedback, I appreciate it!