6 comments/ 9057 views/ 0 favorites Learning Control By: HenryDaniels Based on a true story: mine. To avoid further damaging the skin on my penis I can't just rub it any more. If I'm going to beat off without causing damage, I have to use a lube. Since I can't get naked and use a lube in the middle of the afternoon without someone noticing, I don't beat off. That means I still look at porn, but I no longer masturbate to porn. Ever. The change has been good for my relationship with my wife. The change has also been good for our sex life, which is what gave me the kernel of this story. The details, however, are my fantasy of how it might be. Part 1: Beauty Treatment "Your doctor warned you about this, more than once. I've reminded you about this. More than once. But you're too easily caught up in the moment, you have no strength." Andy's angry wife Barbara paused, glaring. "I get some use out of your cock, too. Not as much as you, apparently, but I get some use out of it. Right now I can't use it, can I? Now with the skin on it looking like that." She paused. "Pretty selfish to take sex away from by having too much on your own, isn't it? Now you've gone so far you can't even use it yourself. You can't be trusted to keep your cock ready for us to share, and I'm worried you'll just keep in beating off and end up making is unusable for both of us. So I am going to take your uses away from you. From now on your cock is my toy, not yours. And it's going to stay that way until I decide you can be trusted with it." She pulled out of a bag the chastity cage they had played with several months before. She pointed to the open padlock. "This time you already don't know where the key is. "You know, when you raised the idea of chastity, I knew you were masturbating too much and I thought you were making a sincere effort to make a change. I was disappointed to discover it was just another kink that kept you masturbating." She set the cage back down. "Before we put this on we have to see to treating you for this condition." She produced a tube of lotion. "If you weren't constantly rubbing yourself, your skin wouldn't be so badly worn. Hold still." She applied a generous amount of lotion to the palm of her hand, capped the tube, rubbed her hands together and began stroking Andy's cock to smooth the lotion into the skin. He wasn't hard when she was scolding, but he rapidly got hard under the sensuous massage. Her lubricated hands even circled his balls, gently massaging to moisturize all the skin of his genitals. The feeling was overwhelming. Andy's hips were bucking with an involuntary response to her sensuous ministrations. "Are you getting close?" Andy nodded, unable to speak. Barbara stopped massaging. Andy gasped, his hips bucking even more in search of her sweet hands. "Here's the deal," Barbara said. "You will be caged unless I want to use your cock. That will keep you from masturbating so often, and no masturbating will keep you from rubbing your cock raw. Save it for me. "Don't worry, I plan on having your cock out to play with quite often. And, of course, I'll have you out of the cage every night for your beauty treatment, like this, but that doesn't count as my having fun with your healing cock, it's just me doing maintenance on my property." Andy finally found his voice. "How long will this go on?" "I've thought about how I'll know I don't need to keep you caged any more. When you can last twenty minutes with me stroking you like this, without moving your hips, just sitting still and letting me stroke in this lotion, then you can start having your cage off part of the time." She smiled encouragingly. "Just twenty minutes, that's all you have to last. You can do that if you apply some strength of will and focus on the long term goal." She added some lotion to her hand from the tube and returned her attention to slowly stroking his erection. "Instead of instant gratification. "I want to help you accomplish this goal. It is important for me that you succeed. I suspect right now it's even more important to me than to you, but in time it will be more important to you than to me." She continued to stroke him slowly while he gave all of his mental energy into holding still. His breathing was ragged as he strained to hold off, strained to control his hips that seemed to have a will unrelated to him, wanting to hump his cock into her hand. After a few minutes more she asked softly, "You're not going to make twenty minutes tonight, are you?" However, she continued stroking. Gritting his teeth, Andy made a sharp snap of his head to the left, then to the right. He immediately felt her hands stop stroking his straining cock and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I didn't expect you to pass this test the first night," Barbara said. "Are you ready to be caged now?" He looked at her, incredulous. "Oh, I know what you're thinking," Barbara told him. "Get you this close then lock you up? Am I that heartless?" She chuckled softly. "I fully expect you to conclude I am heartless before you achieve your goal. Your beauty treatment every night is to restore your skin, not to get you off. If you feel like you're being punished, it's because I'm punishing you while you heal, to teach you a lesson. "I'll give you a soft start. Just tonight, would you like me to finish you off with a beauty treatment hand job?" He just looked at her, uncertain how to answer, and in response her voice took on a harder edge. "You won't find me making an offer like that very often." He met her eyes. He understood the answer she really wanted, and decided to give it. "No, dear, I'd like you to stop now. I think that's better for me." He said it intending she would believe he was taking her seriously, and maybe ease up on her plan. But her hand resumed stroking, slowly, sensuously but with a firmer grip so he was really feeling the strokes. "Tell me to stop." "Stop please, Barbara." Her hand started going a little faster. "Didn't sound sincere to me." "Barbara, please stop now. I'd rather wait, work with you." Her hand went faster. He got the hint. "Barbara, I, mm, really want you to, ah! Stop. Ah! Now." But her hand kept going. "Ah, Barb, please. Stop. Barb. Please. Stop. Please. Please." He was becoming less coherent, losing himself in her lubricated ministrations to his penis. He was not holding his body still, but was still trying to fight off the orgasm building up in him, so speaking to Barbara was a distant third priority and failing rapidly. "Oh, God, Barb, stop, stop!" Mercifully, her hand stopped. "That was what I expect in a sincere, no, heartfelt request that I stop. Because I'm going to give you these beauty treatments every night, right up to the point that you can't stand it. It's part of your training. It's part of your punishment. But it's also part of your healing. And I plan on bringing you right up to your limit every time." She looked at the clock. "Oh, honey, you're already at nine minutes! This is going to be easy for you." She left the bedroom, reappearing shortly with one of the frozen compresses they occasionally used after a hard workout led to a pulled muscle. Without warning she fully covered his cock, deftly molding the compress into a shape to fully cover his cock but not his balls. It was very cold, but Andy was surprised it wasn't as uncomfortable as he might have expected. His cock shrank quickly. After a minute, she lifted the compress. She pulled the ring around his balls and after a minute of fiddling she was slipping the cage over his cock. Even though she worked quickly, his cock was beginning to swell, but she just pushed the cage onto the locking band and secured it with the padlock. "Good thing we tried this out chastity cage last winter. You'd have been hard again if I'd had to fiddle around with getting the proper fit. And I also know which ring assures you can't just pull the cage back off." She went to his wrists and ankles, releasing him from the restraints. He regretted his kinky libido let her talk him into bondage this evening. He began to think of what he would do the next time he talked her into being the one tied down. "I know what you're thinking," Barbara said. "Taking some form of revenge on me will only come back even worse on you. Let me remind you that you don't know where the key is located. I did say key, in the singular. I didn't hide the other two keys somewhere else, I threw them away. There is only one key. Don't look for it." They went to sleep together soon after. Andy was breathing normally, but had the sensation he was short of breath. He was at the same time highly aroused, unsatisfied and comfortable with having had enough for the night. He surprised himself by cuddling with her, the same way they did nearly every night. He wasn't angry, he was intrigued. Okay, he admitted to himself as sleep overtook him, he was a little angry, but only about how this started. Part 2: Control and Consequences Looking back over the three weeks, Andy was surprised at how he'd grown to accept the new routine, how he just complied with it, let his wife keep him in chastity, tease and deny him. He was happy with how well the skin on his penis was healing under her care. And he was surprised how well he was adapting to her plan that he last twenty minutes without moving, while she stroked his cock. The past three days, she had told him he'd gone sixteen minutes. "You're doing so well," she said approvingly. "You're demonstrating some commitment." Of course, it wasn't simple and fun. To get to sixteen minutes without moving, he went through something like ten minutes of sheer pleasure, marred only by having to hold back and avoid cumming too soon. After the easy part he went through a few minutes on an erotic plateau, forced to put increasing effort into holding still and holding off against the exquisite pleasure. At the end came the agony. It began only when he asked her to stop. She would glance at the clock, and invariably say "You haven't gone long enough yet." For what seemed like an eternity but was actually something like two minutes, each night he would be reduced to a blubbering mess, begging her to stop stroking him in increasingly abject terms. He'd tried asking her to stop earlier than usual, trying to fake his response to the pleasure at the end. She'd seen right through that. She had learned how to read his reactions and always knew just when to stop, when he was so close to the edge he thought he might actually cum. Just as an experiment one evening, after she finally took her hand off, she bent over and blew puffs of breath on his cock. She started at the base and move her way up, the puffs of air feeling like little licks to his fevered, over-stimulated mind. When a puff of breath hit the head of his cock, he began to ejaculate. There was little pleasure in it, and to make it worse he expected he would be punished for it. Barbara surprised him. "I guess you were right," was all she said. "It was time to stop." The next night she told him the only rule was he couldn't cum while she was stroking. "And, of course, you can't masturbate, but that's not a rule, that's fact of life," she said as she put him back into his cage. "Once in a while, though, when I think you need it, I'm going to make you cum during your beauty treatment," she added. "Just warning you it will happen. When I think it's what needs to happen." The next night she did just that, She kept on stroking him when he began to beg for her to stop. The only difference was she didn't cajole him to hold out longer. She just silently kept stroking. He didn't notice this difference and continued to try to obey the one rule while she mercilessly forced him to violate it. When he came, he thought it was the best orgasm he'd ever had. "Did you like that?" Barbara asked. It was rhetorical question; they both knew how good it was for him. "This is what you get when you cum once a week instead of three, or four, or five times day. "Benefits for you, benefits for me," she emphasized. A few times a week Barbara wanted sex. The first time she secured his wrists and ankle cuffs to the the bed as usual, took off the chastity cage, stroked him erect but then mounted him without telling him what her plans were for the night. Sometimes she would straddle over his face and demand a pussy licking to get her started, or sometimes it would be sucking on her dangling breasts. She was cautious about too much stimulation for him, so while she rode his cock, she also reminded him to hold still and ask her to stop just as he did with a beauty treatment. When he asked her to stop, she would stop immediately, move to up and require him to lick her to a good orgasm. After she was satisfied she still insisted on massaging moisturizing lotion into the skin of his cock. She did take it easy on him those nights, not really pushing his limits and not watching the clock. Seated on his cock Friday night, enjoying the long, slow screwing she was giving herself, she spoke about their sex life before she intervened. "Back then, it used to be so rare that I could spend time feeling how good your cock feels inside me," she explained. "Either you'd just jerked off, in which case you weren't all that hard for me, or you were on a hair trigger, and you didn't last." She sighed and settled herself down on his impaling cock, wiggling her hips and shifting her weight slightly to get every last bit of available penetration. "Now I'm really enjoying sex with you. I want to get to the point that we can spend an hour fucking, with me enjoying your nice hard cock for every minute of that hour." Andy was surprised, if she ever said "fuck," which was seldom, she was really angry. Now she used the word casually, talking about the way she wants to have sex with him. She stopped talking until she had his full attention again. "Sex isn't an orgasm, "she said. "Sex is playing together and feeling good together. The orgasm is what makes it end for a man, so you can have more fun if you don't rush to just have an orgasm, delay the ending." It seemed surreal, having a talk that sounded like a lecture while enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his straining cock. He didn't understand how she could be so cool, so detached instead of falling into a lustful frenzy like he did. But nights when she had sex with him were also lecture nights. Somewhat to his surprise, he tended to listened to what she said despite the situation. She lifted herself up so far his cock came out of her vagina and fell with a plop onto his belly. She moved up to his face and said "lick me, sweetheart." With her vaginal lips over his mouth, he had limited ability to move around, but he had always liked going down on his wife, so he did the best he could. She moved herself around, placing the spots she wanted licked in position to receive the attention of his talented tongue. He had always assumed it was all about the clitoris, but he noticed how many places she guided his tongue. She liked her clitoris licked, of course, but she also liked licking on the outside and inside of her lips, she liked his tongue pushing right up into her. She even had him lick the flat spot between her vagina and her asshole, grinding down as he did so. He could tell by her breathing, by how she stopped moving herself around, instead bucking her hips, that she was about to come. She soon came, groaning loudly and grinding her pussy down on his face a bit. These sessions had shown Andy that a little more stimulation after she came often got her going again. He found himself wondering why he hadn't discovered that useful fact before. So he continued to lick and kiss her lips, slowing down so that it was a sensuous experience but not over-stimulating. "Oh, lover, you are so good to me," she whispered. After a few more minutes of licking, she surprised him by moving back down over his straining cock and preparing to mount him again. "I hope you've cooled off a little, big boy," she said. "I want some more time with your cock in my pussy." Reaching down between her legs, a motion he always thought was sexy as hell, she picked up his cock and rubbed the head sensuously against her wet lips. He felt how wet she was, and enjoyed the stimulation to his head as it slid along her warm, wet slit. She slipped just his head into the entrance and stopped. "I want to have this kind of fun with you every time we make love," she said. "Wild and passionate, yes, but slow enough to be sensual, a lingering pleasure, not a quickie." She giggled. "Quickies suck." She sank down, engulfing his erect cock in her wet pussy in one push. That first time, his shaft still dry, he felt a little discomfort and grimaced. "Oh, sorry dear," she said. "I forgot I have to be careful with that skin for a while longer." She rode him for several minutes, to his surprise he found himself pleasantly distant from any crisis. After a while she switched back up to sitting on his face for a licking. A few minutes later, she said "Mmm, that's good, but I need more penetration before I can cum again." She eased back down, slipped his cock into herself once more. She made a point of being more gentle this time. Instead of sitting upright, she lay down on top of him and started kissing. She moved her hips just a little as she delivered the wettest, most erotic kisses Andy thought he had ever experienced. Andy began moving his hips in coordination with her motion. He found that with her lying down the ridge of the penis was getting more stimulation, and by pushing his hips upwards the thrust would rub the most sensitive part of his penis inside her pussy. It felt wonderful, and he wasn't about to stop. But Barbara stopped it by sliding up, letting his cock drop from her pussy. She presented him with her nipples. Although he was disappointed to have lost the stimulation on his cock, he happily gave his oral attention to her nipples. She soon shifted up to sit on his face again. After several minutes she said, "nope, I'm close but I still need more cock." Barbara shifted back down and eased him into herself again. Like last time, she chose to lay down and kiss him while they collaborated on the humping. Andy was surprised how quickly he got back on the plateau, then how quickly after that he felt like he was close to cumming. In response he slowed his motions. She stopped kissing him long enough to say "don't forget I want another orgasm, and you know your mouth has to give it to me." Then she buried her tongue in his mouth, in what Andy thought was the sexiest kiss he'd ever gotten from her. Her hips moved in a circular motion that drove him wild. He lost all control and bucked his hips up to piston his erection in and out of her pussy. When his hips started that final, steady, long thrusting she just kept on kissing him. In the back of his mind he knew he had crossed the point of no return, but Andy was surprised to find himself cumming into this wife, his hips pushing upward as much as he could against his restraints. Barbara just kept up the kissing. When he finally relaxed his hips, she finally stopped French kissing him. She made some little, nibbling kisses over his lips. She whispered, "was that good, sweetheart?" Andy nodded. "I want you to remember, now, that I want a second orgasm, and I'm going to get it from your mouth." Failing to fully appreciate what she meant, he nodded. "Good," Barbara said. She reached down and eased his cock out of her pussy and kept her hand between her legs as she moved up to put her pussy on his mouth. By the time he realized what was going to happen, she was over him. He began to protest and her pussy responded by dripping into his open mouth. Learning Control "Be a dear, make me cum a second time tonight," Barbra said encouragingly. Andy saw he had little choice, after all her pussy was leaking his juices into his mouth right then anyway, so he opened his mouth and put his tongue to work. Barbara was soon moving her hips in a way that told Andy she was approaching the orgasm she wanted. Her taste was not at all the same, and the texture of their mixed fluids was very different. But it wasn't unpleasant, just different. "Oh! Oh, oh!" Barbara exclaimed as she came a second time. Her orgasm was so strong Andy could feel her vaginal spasm moving her outer lips against his tongue. As before, he kept licking until she was really done, then lapse into more tender, more sensuous licking. A few minutes later she eased herself off him. She quickly released his wrists and ankles, and drawing the sheet over their nude bodies she cuddled under his arm. "That was wonderful," she said. "I just want to say that our shared pleasure is more important than your pleasure, or mine. I trust you saw that tonight." She paused. "But your primary lesson from tonight is: cumming has consequences." Part 3: Addiction Treatment In early the morning, Andy realized Barbara had released him but had not caged him. He did nothing about it, dozing lazily until she woke up. Remembering the wonderful lovemaking of the previous night made his cock stand up, but he didn't stroke it, just enjoyed having an erection. He dozed, woke and dozed again. Each time he was awake he thought about last night and got hard again. By the time Barbara awoke he had become erect four, maybe five times. He wasn't erect when she began to stir, but as soon as she began to wake up his cock rapidly stiffened. She reach for his cheek and turned his mouth toward her for a kiss. "Have you been awake long?" She asked. "Yes and no, I've been dozing for a while." She squirmed closer to him and kissed his cheek. "I had a really nice time last night," she said. "Did you have a good time?" "Oh, yeah. I did indeed." He was feeling relaxed, warm, agreeable and, well, romantic this morning. "I think we're off to a really nice start on the weekend," she said. She slid her hand down to his penis. He was a little worried what she would say when she found it uncaged, and erect. But there was little he could do about either, and on the question of the cage he felt he was blameless. She giggled when she found him with an erection. "Been like this for long?" "In between dozing I through about last night, and every time I thought it popped up. I wasn't hard when you woke up, but I got hard basically as soon as I saw you were moving." "Did you stroke it at all? "No." It was easy to answer truthfully. Her hand circled his cock and gave it a sensuous squeeze. "Good boy. I'm proud of you for waiting. But why did you get hard just because I woke up?" He shrugged. "I don't know, I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. I suppose you and I naked in bed just gets me started." She eased herself up higher and present a nipple to his mouth. By stretching she could also hold the end of his erection, and she held on, stroking with her fingetips. She let him nurse on her nipple for a few minutes, something they both enjoyed, then she pulled out of his mouth. "Okay, darling, let's get the day started." She got out of bed, walked nude in the morning light to their closet and pulled out a sheer robe. The last time he saw that wrap she was wearing it over one of her nicer nightgowns in a hotel room. The wrap clung closely to her nude form, Andy could see everything. Her erect nipples were prominent above the swell of her breasts. From behind he could see the cleft of her butt as well. She caught him staring at the lovely, sexy image she presented. "Come on, put on just a robe and we'll have a quick breakfast." She left the bedroom. Andy scrambled to follow. Whatever she had in mind, he wanted to participate. As they were finishing a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee, Barbara casually said, "So, have you been active on your porn blog these past few weeks?" Andy managed to avoid choking. He thought his reaction was pretty low-key, consider she'd just blind-sided him with the question. But his pause was long enough that she just continued. "Oh, come on, Andy, you spent way too much time on porn sites, it just made sense that you would be posting on your own. Or curating; it looks like you mostly reblog. "To your credit, you haven't posted the pictures you took of me in our first year of marriage." She paused. "You haven't have you?" "No, absolutely not. I just reblog what I like from the pages I follow." Well, now the secret was out. In fact, it looked like he hadn't kept it secret from her at all. "How did you find my blog?" "Once I started digging into the details of your excessive masturbation, your browser history told me a lot. Including the login screen to Tumblr is one of your top five visited pages. A little more investigating, a little guesswork, and I reviewed your entire archive." "All the sordid details are laid bare." What she'd just said was the kind of thing a wife would give as one of her reasons for a divorce "Actually, dear, I love your blog. It made me hot. Your images are far from mainstream porn, you have very little of the usual male fantasies, blow jobs and big tits. Your images have guys going down on girls, nipple sucking, people kissing. Your don't have a lot of professionally shot porn stars, you lean heavily toward the amateurs who post themselves. I love it. "I think you don't care if the picture is explicit, as long as the people in the picture are demonstrating they have a relationship. It was looking at the porn you preferred to post that reassure me that we were going to be all right. You post what I like; for the past three months I've been looking at your blog nearly every day, and most of your posts made me wet. "So, back to my original question. Have you spent much time on your blog in the past few weeks?" "No, with the cage on I've been staying away from porn. There's a queue of pictures, so if I'm gone for a while it looks like I keep on posting." "Let's spend time updating your queue today." "Let's as in let us? You and I?" "Yes. I think I'll enjoy it, and I think I can help you enjoy it." She smiled, the kind of little smile of a woman about to share a secret. "You know how long you lasted last night?" "No, I wasn't paying attention. You might say I was busy trying to keep up with the sexy lady I was playing with." "We played together for more than an hour. You were inside me for well over half that time. I was trying hard to make you come and you were still holding off for me. It was wonderful. I want to do that again, many times." She winked. "I hear lots of guys don't like the missionary position because it takes longer for them to cum, if you know what I mean." Andy was suddenly aware that the conversation was making his cock swell. "And," Barbara continued. "It means you are making great progress toward that first goal of twenty minutes. So today I want to bring you a bigger challenge. We haven't done last nights beauty treatment yet, so I though we would look at your porn blog dashboard and fill up your queue, while I stroke your cock." "Oh, god, I won't last five minutes, much less twenty." Another secret-sharing smile. "You've lasted twenty minutes for the past five days. Your best time is 31 minutes. I've been lying to you." He gave her a long look. She broke the silence. "I think at this point the script has you call me a bitch and rough me up a little bit. But I propose we go off script and improvise, we might find the story line more exciting that way." "Truth be told, I was just wondering how on earth you got me to last a half hour." "Oh, I didn't do much to help you last, you decided to last. I just presented the challenge." She gave him a big smile. "I think you can agree I did little except challenge you on this. But you've been wonderful." She caught her breath and suddenly looked like she might cry. "You've really been wonderful." In two steps she moved around the little round breakfast table and sat on his lap, kissing him ferociously. She felt his hard cock under her leg, and straddled over his lap. She continued kissing while she pulled open his rob, exposing his erection. The kisses turned erotic instead of loving, and her fingers playing with his cock-head turned him on amazingly fast. He felt a rush of passion and thought he was already close to cumming. She guided his hand to her pussy lips. With her legs spread to straddle him, he had open access and her lips were already spread. He was surprised to find her already wet as soon as his fingers touched her. It was exciting and sensuous to sit in such intimate contact, their arms bumping one another as they stimulated each other. Her fingers were just brushing his head, sometimes going down and squeezing the middle of the shaft, then sliding back to the head. Her hips were grinding, and he was entertaining himself by moving his fingers around her exposed pussy and seeing how she would move in response. It told him what she liked him to stroke. After ten minutes of making out intensely, she rose and gave him one, then the other nipple to suck on. Her hand took his out from between her legs. It appears this was her way to cool down the action, and sure enough she all too soon stepped away from over his legs. She gave him one last, lingering kiss. He suddenly laughed. "What?" Barbara asked. "I was just thinking, I don't think I've even gotten to third base over breakfast before." She grinned and gave his shoulder a playful slap. "I'm going to get these dishes into the sink. You go log in to your account. I'll be right there." Andy asked, cautiously, "you don't want to supervise every step?" Barbara smiled again. "I want you to have freedom to play there. I don't know your account name or password, and I don't want to know. But I want you to know the boundaries on your freedom, and the only way to learn boundaries is to go exploring. "Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." Andy went into their den while listening to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. Barbara called after him, "you want another cup of coffee?" "Yes please," he called back. He sat down, launched the browser and logged in to Tumblr. As soon as his dashboard appeared, he saw a reason to worry. He had 22 new messages, and he knew some of those messages would be from kooks who thought he was blogging pictures of himself and his wife. A few were kooks who claimed to be women and proposed they would get together with him to reproduce one or another of the pictures he posted. Just about never did he respond to a message under this account, what would Barbara think if she read one of these unsolicited messages? He doubted he could clear all the messages away before she appeared, and it would be even worse if she walked in when he had the messages view open. He just settled down and started reviewing the pictures i his dashboard. In three years of just wandering Tumblr pages without an account showed Andy what really got him excited. The fact that these pictures of real people having real sex were hard to find appealed to his hunter instinct. That was the reason he created his own account instead of just looking, to create a collection of the erotic images that he really liked, culled from the other Tumblr pages. The root of his problem was that the range of porn that turned him on was much wider than the range exhibited in his blog. All those blow job and big tits pictures turned him on, just not as much. Especially when he had been sitting there for an hour, going through page after page, an image that would not have excited him all that much earlier could be the trigger to push him over the edge. That was part of the excitement of porn, there was a little roulette game going on, never knowing which picture would help him hit the jackpot. Barbara came in with their cups refilled with coffee. It was bizarre to Andy that she brought in coffee to look at porn with him, as though they were going to check out cute kitten videos. She left again, briefly. When she came back she was holding the tube of lotion. Andy looked at her quizzically. "We have to catch up on last night's beauty treatment," she said. "The lotion is the reason for the stoking, not the other way around." So Andy found himself look through the dashboard of his porn blog on Tumblr while his wife stroked his cock with a nicely lubricated hand. She asked him what he thought of images, engaged him in conversation as through they were going through an art museum. All the while her hand was wrapped around his erection, giving him unneeded stimulus. She stopped him on one picture in his dashboard, one that he had reblogged. The cluttered bedroom setting and shadowy lighting showed it had been made by amateurs. A man was over a woman in missionary position. You actually couldn't see much, even her breasts were concealed by his arm and his face covered hers. You could tell by the positions of their jaws they were deeply kissing. "Honestly, this is one of the hottest pictures I've ever seen, anywhere," Andy had commented in his post. Barbara had him scroll down the list of notes and pointed out that Horny-and-devoted-2011 had "liked" his post. "What are the messages from her like?" Barbara asked. Andy had at least given a few second thought to how he would answer a question like that. He shrugged. "I don't look at my inbox all that much," he answered. "Mostly kooks." Barbara was persistent. ""What are the messages from her like?" "How do you know she send me messages?" "Click on the link to that page." Andy clicked through to the Tumblr for Horny-and-devoted-2011. There were no posts, and the person was following only one blog: his. "Wow, pretty obsessive, wouldn't you say?" Barbara observed. "What does 2011 remind you of?" Andy thought for a moment, then he realized she knew that specific person had sent him messages. turned to her. "You have been sending me the hottest, most erotic messages, you wanton woman!" He exclaimed. "Mrs. horny and devoted who married me in 2011." He pulled her onto his lap and gave her very passionate kisses. "Yes, I want to do each of those things that you messaged me about." "Let's print out a scrapbook of images to re-enact," she answered. "Let's use your account to collect them. Just the ones you want to do with me. We don't need to print them." It turned out she had created her account in a hurry, just so she could easily follow his activities in his blog. He showed her how to reblog and she agreed to make the collection. Then she directed him to get back to screening his dashboard. She applied more lotion and got back to giving his penis a beauty treatment. He continued running through his dashboard. "Tell me about that one," she said, referring to an image he had paused on longer than the others. The picture was standard, professionally shot porn, a big-busted blonde going down on a muscular guy's oversized cock. "What do you see in that one?" "Red lipstick." He said it without thinking, it was just the one thing about the picture that held his attention. "You like red lipstick on a bimbo?" There was amusement in her voice. "No, look right here," he said, gesturing to the screen. "She's been sucking vigorously enough that she's left smears of lipstick on his cock." "You like lipstick on your cock?" "I like girls who suck with enthusiasm. A girl who is really giving head, not just having the cock photographed her mouth." "What about her tits?" Her stroking hand on his cock was still slow, but it seemed like she was stroking with a firmer grip. "Too big on a skinny girl. Her proportions are all wrong, too Barbie." "Well, we can agree on that. So, why did you stop on that one, did you notice the lipstick right away?" "Um, to be honest, I stopped to look away, to try to regain some control. You're really doing a number on me." They continued to scan his dashboard, talking about some of the images and selecting a few he would reblog. Barbara learned Andy had to plow through a lot of images that didn't work to find the few that showed real people in real positions, the theme of his blog. She also learned what Andy already knew, that while he had favorite porn, there was lots more porn that was good enough to excite him. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he did know that he was starting to feel the need to move his hips in response to here stroking. "Um, honey? You are starting to get to the point that you need to tie me to the bed." "Oh, we'll do that tonight. This morning, you have to figure out how to hold out while we look at porn together and I give you last night's beauty treatment." Andy saw no path but forward, so he went on. By concentrating on the images on his screen, he could mentally set aside the hand stroking his erection, make it less stimulating. But the longer her hand stroked his cock, the more the images - most of the images by now - drove him closer to the edge. After all, that's what he used to do, stroke his cock while looking at these images. When he thought he could take no more and was just about to ask her to stop (knowing that asking her to stop would just lead to five or more minutes of having to beg her), Barbara tried to make it worse. Releasing her grip on his erection, she declared, "I'm really horny from looking all these pictures. I need to do something." She lifted his laptop from the desk, sat down where it had been, legs wide, and put the laptop on her lap. "You keep going," she told Andy. One hand kept the laptop from slipping, the other hand began tracking erotic patterns on her pussy lips. Andy started to feel that breathless sensation again. "Do you want some help?" "No", she commanded. "You have to work on your blog. I'll just sit here working on my needs." Andy sat in a strange juxtaposition. His wife was before him in a live porn show, legs spread wide, pussy visibly wet, and masturbating with one hand, but she insisted he spend his time looking at the digital porn a few inches away from her busy hand. It only took him a few second to decide what to do. He quickly set the laptop aside. He grabbed Barbara by the hips and pulled her up to the edge of the desk, and started licking. Her hands went immediately to the back of his head and began steering where his kissing and licking mouth went. Her breaths came in puffs as she rose rapidly to her orgasm. In just a few minutes she came. Andy kept licking, this time he left out the tender and sensuous part and kept on working to stimulate her. At first she was pushing on his forehead to get him away, but within a few minutes she was holding his ears again and enjoying the rise to a second orgasm. After her second orgasm he followed their regular pattern and gave her tender, loving kisses and licks. Within a few minutes she said "Okay." Andy kept licking, and began spending more time of her clitoris again. He slipped one finger just slightly into her vagina. "Oh, oh!" She cried, pulling his face back to her crotch again. Her orgasm took longer, only partly because he deliberately slowed down the pace. But within fifteen minutes he had her cumming again for the third time. She tried to push him away again, but again he kept licking her. This time he kept it to the soft and sensuous kisses and licks. When she had regained her breath and calmed down he stood up, bent over her and started sucking on her nipples. In a minute, though, he picked her up off the desk and carried her back to the bedroom. He threw her into the middle of the bed and tumbled on top of her. He rolled her onto her back and quickly was on top of her. "You were hinting for missionary position?" He asked, his hand busy bringing his raging erection to the opening of her pussy. He slipped in just the tip and waited. She was silent, but her hands moved down his back, urging him to penetrate further. He eased his cock into her slowly. She thought it was slow and sensuous for her benefit, but Andy was already trying to hold back. Learning Control When he was as far into Barbara as he could go, he stopped, holding it firmly into her, and started kissing his wife. She immediately opened her mouth in response, kissing him with passion, her tongue moving energetically against his. As they kissed, he began to slowly move his cock inside her. At first he moved just a little, then his thrusts became a bit longer, but still slow. He kept up the languid motion. At first she just let him hump her, this was for him. Gradually, though, she began to feel what he was doing for her. Despite three orgasms, Andy was getting her going still again. Her hands wandered his back, often on his hips pushing him to penetrate her. Her kisses grew frenzied, her hungry tongue explored every corner of his mouth. He never picked up speed but the slow rhythm of a cock sliding in and out of her vagina was getting to her. Barbara started to get vocal, just guttural gasps and sighs interrupting their kisses. His cock was doing wonderful things for her. Suddenly she found her voice. "Fuck me, Andy," she said softly. "Give it to me soo good. I want you to give it all to me. Give me the fucking I deserve." Andy just kept up his steady, slow motion, which drove Barbara crazy. "Give it to me, big boy! Come on, give it to me good and hard!" Her fist pounded softly on his lower back. Andy just kept up the slow, steady screwing. "Oh!" She cried out suddenly. "Oh, Ah, OH!" Barbara had her fourth orgasm of the morning. Andy kept on screwing slowly and steadily. At first his continued motion kept her orgasm going, then she got more sensitive after cumming. "Okay, honey, I need you to stop now, it's starting to bother me." Andy just kept on screwing her. "Andy, oh, Andy, stop!" Andy didn't stop. "Ah, god, Andy, stop, please please stop!" And stopped. "That sounded sincere enough," he said. He kissed her. The first kiss was soft, tender and loving. But their kisses quickly grew more passionate. They kissed for a few minutes when Barbara realized Andy was still inside her and hard. "Oh, baby, I want you to cum now, please cum in me, I really want it, for me and for you." In response, Andy slowly slid out of her. "Cumming has consequences," he said. They had spent Saturday morning making heated love. Saturday afternoon was pretty frosty. Part 4: Finding a balance After dinner Saturday Barbara laid out the restraints on the four corners of the bed as usual. The chastity cage he hadn't worn since Friday night, and its open lock, were on the bedside table. The key, as usual, was nowhere to be seen. Andy let her tie him down as usual. He had stopped watching her go through this routine, so he didn't see that she did not take out the lotion. Usually he would get hard in anticipation of her beauty treatment, but tonight he did not. Barbara had other plans tonight. She kissed him softly on his forehead, each cheek, then his lips. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. She kissed her way down his chest to his cock and began kissing it. At first they were ordinary kisses, then little nibbles on the head and along the shaft. He didn't want to respond, but his cock responded as she had hoped it would. Soon his cock was in her mouth, she was sucking gently, she was running her mouth up and down, and he was at least a little turned on. The she stopped. "I just thought of something," she said, and she left the bed. When she came back in a few minutes, she sat by his head. "I want you to know, " she said softly, "that I'm not always right. This morning you did the right thing for me: you set aside the porn and gave me pleasure instead. And then, oh! Then you took me like a man. I loved it. You gave me so much, and I want you to know how much I liked it. "By the way, I stroked your cock for fifty minutes while you looked at porn. When I hopped up on your desk my intent was to give you a reward of jacking off, I was just trying to add to the porn for you. Then you stopped looking at porn to take care of me. I think you have that urge to get off quickly under control, so I don't need to control your masturbation for you." She uncapped a lipstick and applied it to her lips, slowly and thoroughly. It was bright red, a color she almost never wore. "I can see that I pushed a bunch of new rules at you all at once, without talking it over. I think I need to ask for a do-over. We need to to make changes, but I can't just announce the changes and demand obedience. We have to work together." Then he noticed she was wearing only the sheer robe again. "I'm going to give you a choice. A real choice. I can work with whatever you choose. There are no consequences. In fact, there will never again be consequences. It's up to you. "Your first choice is I can let you out now and we can just stop this. Second choice, I'd like to give you a blow job so enthusiastic that you cock will be covered with this lipstick. I'll release you for that, too, if you want. Or I can give you your usual beauty treatment. That's choice number three. "Then tomorrow we can talk about where to go from here." He looked at her for a long time. Finally, he said, "let me out." She released his wrists and his ankles. Andy spoke again. "Two. I'm going to hold still for you, but I'm not going to tell you when to stop" Barbara blew him a kiss with her scarlet lips. "I have no plans to stop, whether you ask me or not." She knelt between Andy's legs. Gently holding his erection, Barbara spent some time just handling his cock with her hands, stroking with a fingertip, running her gently circling hand up and down. Then she bent down and kissed the head. Andy could feel the love in that kiss, and said, "Aw, baby, I love you too." Barbara paused long enough to give him a happy smile, then plunged her mouth down to engulf his erection so quickly he gasped. She came back up again and gave him a look. "Hold onto your hat, honey, I'm going to take you for a ride!" And that's just what she did. She sucked on his cock as hard as she could, then backed off to just kissing and nibbling. She took his entire shaft into her mouth, then spent time on just the head. Andy was able to keep his hips still, but just barely. He discovered that focusing on holding still while she sucked on his cock helped him push back the possibility of him cumming. Barbara moved on to slowly stroking his cock fully into her mouth, then all the way back out to the head. Her tongue massaged everything it could reach, and with one hand she was pumping the base. Andy lay there with his eyes closed. Two weeks ago he would have been trying to cum in her mouth, because while she sucked on his cock pretty often, it was rare that she let him cum in her mouth, so when she did suck him he tried to cum quickly, before she could stop. This time, having gone through her training, he was trying to make this good feeling last as long as possible. A flash of light startled him, then her mouth came off his erection. Barbara was looking at the back of their digital camera, which she handed to Andy. She had just taken a selfie of herself, sucking his cock. "I can't decide if I've smeared enough lipstick on your cock yet, what do you think?" "At the moment I think you're an adorable slut." He tossed the camera aside. "Later I'm going to pull that photo up on my computer screen and jack off to it." "Okay, as long as I'm there to help." She resumed sucking. The photo she had just taken and shown him changed the game. It wasn't the photo itself that stayed in his mind, it was the fantasy image of his beautiful wife deciding - no, planning ahead, the camera ws already at the bed - to take a picture of herself with a cock in her mouth. In his mind, the image on the camera pulled back to show him on the bed, her between his legs with that sexy wrap clinging to her bottom, her arm extended to hold the camera . . . "Oh, god!" Andy arched his back and began ejaculating into Barbara's sucking mouth. Despite her saying in the past she didn't like him cumming her mouth, she continued the sucking and pumping motions until he relaxed his hips and fell back to the bed. Barbara wasn't done. She crawled up next to him, rolled on her side and opened her mouth to show him a mouthful of creamy cum. As she tried to move the cum around her mouth with her tongue like one of those bad video clips they had just laughed at in the morning, Andy had a sudden idea. He quickly rolled to her and began kissing her, his tongue immediately penetrating her mouth. They spend a few minutes in a passionate, wet kiss. While neither of them had consciously sought to swallow his cum, when they stopped kissing there was none left. "No all consequences are bad," Andy murmured. Barbara wasn't done, she started to get up. "Something you did for me deserves reciprocation." She returned to her position between his legs and resumed sucking on his cock. "Hey," Andy protested. "You don't have to do that." "Actually, I want to find out what happens," she purred, and kept on sucking. Once he began to harden again, she abandoned all of the subtlety of the previous blow job. She just went down on him, one hand jerking the base while her sucking mouth run up and down his cock. Andy abandoned the notion of staying still, his hips bucking so that some of the time she was moving her mouth on his cock, some of the time he was fucking her mouth. The kept this up for ten or fifteen minutes. Then she slowed, settling on erotic kisses and nibbles. Andy particularly liked her suck on just the tip, her tongue running across his sensitive head. After a few minutes she stopped, moved up to lean over Andy, opened her robe and said "I need my nipples sucked on." Andy was happy to oblige and sucked her nipples into his mouth happily. He was not surprised when she soon sighed and said "Okay, that's enough." Andy made a show of trying to keep sucking on her breasts, but knew the episode was over. They cuddled together in bed, her skin on his skin. His hands were gently squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples. Her hands went all over his body as they kissed, pausing frequently to stroke his cock, still erect. She intended to keep him hard for a while longer. "You lasted 45 minutes while I was sucking, you stud." "I sure didn't know how long it was. Thanks for a scorecard update." "You're right, let's stop watching the clock. But speaking of keeping score, how many time did you make me cum in the past 24 hours?" Andy honestly didn't know. "Um, many. Three? Four?" "I was hoping you had counted. I just know it was more than I can recall ever doing before this weekend." More time passed, Barbara stroking Andy's hard cock. Andy was enjoying his new-found knowledge that getting an erection could itself be a lot of pleasure, he didn't necessarily didn't need an orgasm every time he got hard. "So," Barbara said. "Where do we go from here?" "Well, I'm a little unsure what makes a good answer from me." "Honey, a good answer is to tell me what you want. I've learned I can't do just what I want." "Well, quite soon it will be your turn to be tied and teased." "Mmmm, me like." "I did rather like the beauty treatments. We can keep doing them, but it's voluntary so you don't need to tie me down every night." "Not every night, just some nights. We do need to keep up putting on the lotion, and rubbing it in thoroughly. What else?" "You know I like chastity play. I brought it up last winter, and we had good time doing that." "I had a good time because you spent less time on porn and more time on me. And you were hard when I wanted you, because you weren't masturbating. On the other hand, when you came out of that cage you didn't last very long." "We can work on that. What do you want?" She snuggled closer to him and put both hands on his erection. "More weekends like this one." The lay together in love and in silence for a while. Then Andy spoke again. "You just brought some great new ideas to our relationship. I loved that, I love you for that. I can see that we have to make changes to keep it fresh, and a stream of porn for me doesn't do a thing for you." "Actually, I liked following your blog. Porn is good if we're sharing." She look up to him. "How are you going to handle continuing with porn, now that we agree I like your blog?" "First, I'll do updates no more than twice a week. Second, leave out the cage, and the open lock with it. When I sit down to look at porn, I'll put on the cage . . ." "Or call me, I'll be happy to help you." " . . .or you can. The point is, I lock myself in to look at porn, but only you know where the key is to let me back out." "Okay." "I've got a couple more ideas we can talk about." "Like what?" "I'd like to post that selfie you just took." "No!" Her hand came off his cock to slap him on the chest at the same time she realized her vagina had suddenly gotten wetter. "Not with my face showing." Her hand gently wrapped around his erection again and resumed stroking. "Actually, I'd like to post a picture of you taking that selfie. It was the mental image of you taking that picture that make me cum for you. I like a girl who isn't ashamed that she likes sex." "Mmmm, I'll keep that in mind." "Any more ideas from you?" Barbara paused. "While we were looking at the dashboard for the porn blog I did know about, I saw the name of your other blog, so this afternoon I took a look at your interest in being dominated." Andy's eyes snapped wide open. He took a deep breath. "What do you think?" "I can go for demanding more licking, that's for sure." "You were a pretty convincing domme for the past three weeks." "I thought I'd have to work at it, but it was actually fun to do those things for you. You made a pretty good sub. This morning your reaction was to lick me on your desk, when it could have been to fuck me." "Well, you looked at my other blog, that's what subs like." "You really want to try a butt plug??" Andy answered, slowly. "Yes, it kind of goes alongside chastity, in my head." "Okay, but fair is fair, I think you need to take me in the same place, with your cock. Of course, you can't put your cock somewhere you haven't kissed. Thoroughly. "I like some of the other things I saw on your blog too. Time we got a collar and a leash, wouldn't you say?" Andy was feeling that breathless sensation again.