6 comments/ 78194 views/ 15 favorites A Changed Relationship Ch. 01 By: MarthaD Many kind thanks to the various people who gave us generous feedback for our first two stories. We appreciate you taking a moment to share and your encouragement has prompted our further efforts. This story is really a prequel to "Nothing more gratifying" and describes a week in our life that would eventually have a big impact on our marriage and our lovemaking. The story has three parts, each of which has plenty of excitement of its own. I decided to break it up rather than write one really long story since I tend to find shorter installments easier to read. That said, all three parts could be read at once. Since I hate multipart stories that never seem to get finished -- I've posted all three at once and there will be only three. There's no unfinished business at the end. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** From the very beginning I never really expected that the cheap chastity device that I bought would really change our relationship. I always figured it was a simple little toy that would help build up his passions and then eventually he'd either find a way to slip out of it or tell me to take it off of him and that would be the end of the game. As it worked out, he accepted the challenge in the spirit it was intended and it has changed our sex life entirely. It all began about five years ago, my husband had returned fairly late at night from a week long business trip. It seems that there was an attractive woman across the aisle from him on the plane and she spent the entire two hour flight inadvertently giving him an incredible leg show. She dipped her feet into her heels. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. She dangled her heels. All the while seemingly oblivious to the fact of what she was doing. By the time my guy made it home he was ravenous for a little action, the leg show and a few days away having put him in a serious state. I was already in bed when he snuggled in beside me and began gently rubbing my back. Bit by bit he tried all of his moves that usually arouse my passions and bring us together for a bit of passion. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be. Little did he know, but my time of the month had come a couple of days early and frankly, the notion of sex was pretty far from my mind. I'm sure most of the women readers can well appreciate the exact annoyance resulting from their guy pressuring for a bit of attention when there will clearly be none to be had just as I'm sure every guy at one time or another has known the frustration of being denied by the ultimate trump card. Somewhat uncharacteristically though, he didn't just roll over and find a way to satisfy himself later. Rather, he explained his predicament as I did above and suggested maybe I would consider a hand-job or better yet a foot-job. Normally I'd have just told him I was tired and let that be the end of it, but his unusual candor caught my notice. So I decided to see what would happen and the conversation went something like this: "I see what's in it for you, what's in it for me?" "I don't know, a dinner out, a backrub, whatever you want." "So you'll give me whatever I want for a footjob, is that it?" "Yes. I guess so. I'd probably give you whatever you want anyway, I usually do." "Ok. I'll help you out. I'm not going to give you a footjob, I'll save that little treat for another time, but I will give you a nice handjob and I'll think about what you can do to earn a footjob, is that a deal?" He agreed and I began living up to the initial part of our bargain. Using a pair of panties from the laundry I pulled down his briefs and gently started rubbing the panties up and down his shaft. He was hard in an instant and it took no time at all for the smooth silky nylon to arouse him right to the edge. I could hear his breathing change as he got closer and this strange feeling of power came over me as I realized that at that moment I literally had him in the palm of my hand. I stopped for a second and this startled expression crossed his face. I smiled and resumed but soon stopped again to see what would happen. "Please don't tease me" he whined. "I want to make sure you're good and ready. I know you're thinking about that girl on the plane and I want you thinking about me. Beg me to finish you," I teased. I resumed my ministrations and he began his begging. He told me how beautiful I was. How much he loved me. How happy I made him. On and on he went feeding my ego as I stroked my panties across his hard cock. My sense of power grew. I think it was one of the first times I ever experienced the true thrill of having sexual power over a man. To reinforce the point, I finally said, "O.k. go ahead and cum now," and I picked up my pace considerably. A few second later he blasted a big load, most of which I managed to catch in the panties. He of course thanked me profusely and then resumed his gentle backrub after we settled back into our normal sleeping positions, but I reminded him that he owed me and that he would have to really earn a foot job. I'm not really sure what gave me the idea of locking him in a chastity device as a way of earning his treat. I know that since I had already helped him out once I wanted to make sure I was taken care of several times before giving him another chance. Another part of it was that feeling of power that I felt when I gave him the handjob he so desperately wanted. I'd done that to him long-ago when we were dating, but I didn't get the power trip that I did this time. Part of it was making him beg for it and then finally granting release. Something about that touched me and I wanted to make it part of this game. The fact is, at that time our love life needed a little help. We had been married for a few years and like most couples things had gotten a little stale. We were both busy with our careers and it seemed like too often one or the other of us really wasn't in the mood or was too tired. Sometimes we did it anyway and in many ways that was worse. It was mechanical and really only vaguely satisfying for either of us. I didn't expect our lovemaking to go back to our newlywed days, but I knew we needed to make sex fun again. It needed to be something we both looked forward to and were excited about. Arousing each other needed to be something we wanted to do and do passionately, not just something we did on a Friday night because, gee it has been a long week and we didn't feel like going out. Anyway, using the internet I browsed a few "adult" shops and eventually hit on the chastity idea. Since I thought of it as a game, I didn't go for some fancy contraption that was supposed to be escape proof. I bought this gizmo called the Five Gates of Hell which is a series of progressively smaller metal rings attached together with a leather strap. The device allowed him to get about half hard and after that (so I'm told) it started to hurt. So the Gates and a few of these clever little plastic locks and I was in business for a little more than $30 bucks including shipping. Once I received it, the following Friday night after dinner I put my little plan in motion. After a nice dinner at home and a little gentle romancing on the couch afterwards, I reminded him that he owed me some attention for the handjob I had given him and then asked him if he was still willing to do something to earn a footjob. With a smile he said he was definitely game so I explained what I had in mind. "First, every night for the next week you are going to give me a deep and relaxing foot massage. Second, every night for the next week, if I ask for it, you will satisfy me with your mouth and tongue. I might ask you to go down on me. I might ask you to pleasure my breasts, whatever I ask for you will do it. Good so far?" "Yes. That doesn't sound too hard. Sounds like fun actually." "Good, cause here's the hard part. Your're going to be wearing this all week," I said and then produced the chastity device I had cleverly concealed beforehand. At first he laughed and thought it was a joke. Then he seemed to become a little intrigued by all of it. Naturally I coddled him and cajoled him about how much fun it would be and how I'd really make it worthwhile for him. After a bit of discussion, he agreed, but requested that we head up to the bedroom for a little lovemaking first, sort of a last cigarette for the sentenced, and then "figure that contraption out afterwards." In the mood I was in, I couldn't wait and we did just that. Understand, that while my husband has a serious foot fetish, which I knew about and was never shy about feeding, he had never shown any particular signs of being a submissive partner. He was an attentive boyfriend and later an attentive husband and he always did a wonderful job of seeing to my needs and taking care of me. But never did he give any indication that he wanted to serve me or be some type of full time foot servant like one often reads about in these stories. Our lovemaking, and really most our relationship, up to that point was very much a partnership of equals. Thinking back, what was special about this moment for me was that it was the first time in our relationship that I expressed an interest in taking charge. It was exciting for me, but also a little scary. My biggest concern in trying this was that my little power trip would polarize us to where I felt like I always needed to be in charge whether he liked it or not. Since he had never really expressed an interest in this before, if he didn't like it, it was possible that my little experiment might even drive a deeper wedge in our sex life. So, Saturday morning after his shower we had a few laughs as I buckled him into his device and we got ready for our day. Since it was fall, I dressed in a fuzzy turtleneck sweater, a slightly short denim skirt, a pair of black opague tights and my favorite black boots. I loved these boots since they had a chunky two-inch heel that made them easy for walking in and a soft shiny black leather that went with almost anything. Over the years they had become well broken in to the point where it was almost like getting a gentle hug when I would dip my toes deep inside the worn leather and feel the soft squeeze on my calf as I zipped up the sides. We went out for a day of shopping and errand running and of course I used every opportunity to brush against my husband's imprisoned cock. Walking along I would whisper in his ear about all the pleasures I was going to ask of him and tease him about how warm and toasty my feet were going to feel in his hands when I asked for my foot rub that night. On top of that I dragged him into every store, never missed a chance to point out a sexy outfit and made sure he carried everything I bought. To his credit, he took my teasing well, but from time to time I could tell my little device was giving him fits and causing some problems as he tried to keep his arousal in check. By the time we headed for home it was nearly dinner time so we picked up some steaks and wine and planned for a quiet evening in. In the privacy of our home I was able to take my flirts and taunts up another notch and I knew beyond a doubt I had my poor husband aroused to the point of more than mild discomfort. At one point he even confided that he understands why they call the device the Gates of Hell and nicely asked me to give him a break. I did, but I have to admit I flushed with excitement at the sexual power I felt at that moment. After dinner I settled myself into the big easy chair in the family room while my husband finished up in the kitchen. I propped my booted feet up on the ottoman and settled back with a glass of wine. He appeared a few minutes later with desert and port and immediately understood that after setting down his tray he was to kneel before me and prepare to rub my feet. "My toes need some serious attention, are you ready to take care of them." "Yes my dear, I've been thinking about it all day." "Well get busy. My feet are toasty warm after being cooped up in these boots all day so you better make sure they feel loved" Without a word he began. First he gently unzipped my right boot and carefully pulled the heated leather away from my calves which immediately began to tingle as they responded to fresh air. He delicately worked my heel out of the base of the boot releasing a gasp of heavily scented air which he discreetly breathed in before setting aside my well worn boot and beginning his ministrations on my warm scented toes. He started in with my soles working his thumbs deep into my instep while firmly gripping my arch. He worked methodically up and down the length of my foot from heel to toes and back again, never missing an inch with his firm yet gentle fingers. Each toe received his full attention, first with his hands and then with his mouth as he kissed each toe, rubbed it between his lips savoring it like a fine delicacy before releasing his warm breath upon it and moving on to the next. Several times I tried to catch his eye, but he seemed engrossed in his task so I poured myself some port, nibbled on fruit and cheese and allowed him to immerse himself in pleasuring my feet. After well over a half an hour of effort he paused to flex his wrists and hands which had begun to tire. "Enjoying yourself sweetie?" I asked. "Yes. How about you?" "Its lovely. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment and I certainly plan to. Why not have a little drink and a little snack before moving on to my left foot." Which is exactly what he did. As he reverently removed my left boot in the same manner as he removed the right one I asked him to reposition himself slightly so that I could tease his thighs and groin with my stocking clad right foot. His attention to my left foot was much the same as the right although this time I knew his cock was straining against his device which seemed to put a bit more urgency into his efforts. The combination of my teasing, his ministrations and my growing sense of sexual power was turning my snatch to mush and I periodically stroked myself to enhance my growing arousal. Twenty minutes later, I was almost panting with excitement so I quickly removed my tights and redirected my husband's hands and mouth between my legs. By scent alone I'm sure he could tell how aroused I was and he wasted no time burying his face in my folds. As aroused as I was, my lips were already wide open and he immediately thrust his tongue as far as he could inside of me while rubbing the bridge of his nose against my enlarged clit. In minutes I was moaning and pressing his head deeper into me in an effort to get more pressure on my sensitive parts. My hips started thrusting up against him as I greedily tried to press every inch of him against me. Faster, faster I could feel my pulse racing as my orgasm approached. I could feel the pressure building deep inside me, rising up through my throat as I exhaled a shriek and a gasp. My clit hardened. My muscles tensed and soon I was shaking through a delicious release that left me panting for breath. As I calmed down and came back to my senses he raised his head to look at me. His face was drenched with my juices but his smile told me he was thrilled to have given me such intense pleasure. There was no need for words. I pulled him up to me and we kissed passionately. I could taste myself on his face. I could feel his hardness against my leg and all too quickly my passions rekindled despite the amazing orgasm I had just experienced. We raced up to the bedroom like newlyweds and in a flash we were rolling around on the bed groping each other and kissing intensely. After a minute or two I had him on his back and sat fully back on his groin as I removed my sweater and bra. "You're gonna rub and suck these until you give me another orgasm so get busy" I said and then I leaned forward dangling my breasts into his face. I love having my breasts rubbed and had always been able to get off from having them caressed and my nipples sucked. In some ways it was a request and in some ways it was an order, in any event I knew what I wanted and I asked for it which felt liberating as compared to simply hinting and hoping to have my needs met. He wasted no time and immediately began planting kisses all around as he used his thumbs to tease my nipples to hardness. He had always been really good at arousing me like this and this night, as charged as I was he was masterful. He alternated the speed of his caresses, the pressure of his mouth and the intensity of his kissing to bring my passion up and then slow it down. After several iterations of this I couldn't stand it anymore and needed him to take me over the edge. "Finish me baby. Bring me off. Suck me hard." A smile crossed his face and he intensified his efforts sucking hard on my nipples and firmly kneading my breasts. I began rocking my pelvis against his semi-erect member. I could feel the rings against my clit and I immediately became aroused by the fact that I was totally in control. I was getting his total attention despite the raging hard-on that had to be causing him serious discomfort. This thought together with his efforts sent my body into overdrive. I began rapidly thrusting myself against his shaft feeling the friction of the rings through his pants as they rubbed against my heated labia. I began thrashing around like I was riding a bronco keeping my breasts glued to his mouth and my groin in constant contact, increasing the pressure as I built toward a release. My orgasm started deep inside of me and I still remember it as one of the most intense releases I've ever felt. My entire body tensed. My back arched. My clit throbbed and finally I released all of that coiled energy with a huge gasp and a high pitched squeal. I rode the release as I collapsed on top of my husband. The waves twitching through me curling my toes and making me spasm involuntarily. I felt like I had lost control of my muscles as wave after wave crashed through me. Thinking back it was the first time I remember having multiple orgasms as the pleasure rippled through me in diminishing shock waves for what seemed like minutes. Exhausted I feel asleep in his arms. If he was frustrated by the night's activities he said nothing. I know he must have fallen asleep hard and slightly sore from our efforts. After Saturday night's festivities, we both slept late Sunday morning, and knowing I had a busy week ahead at work, I was prepared for a quiet relaxing day. Feeling somewhat satisfied from the night before, I kept my outfit simple wearing a comfy long-sweater, a pair of grey leggings and keeping my feet bare. With a husband committed to serving my needs, I knew I needn't lift a finger. Throughout the day I had him get me drinks, provide foot and back massages, and tend to an assortment of small needs as I thought of them. I have to give him a lot of credit for being very good natured about the whole thing. It was hard to tell at that point whether he was getting into the idea of pampering me or just happily playing along. In any event, it was a very relaxing Sunday and rather than him retreating to one corner of the house to watch a game and me to another to read or do something on my own, we actually spent quite a bit of quality time together which felt really good. After a delicious dinner, which he prepared and cleaned-up after, we retreated upstairs with a couple of glasses of wine and I taught my pupil how to give me a pedicure. I made sure to walk him though the entire treatment from soaking, to loofa, cutting, shaping, cuticles, lotion and polish. While I tried to take the role of a stern instructor, it was really impossible not to giggle and laugh as he fumbled his way through the various steps. The final result was passable at best, but we ended up having an awful lot of fun. I'd definitely recommend it as fun activity for any couple to share if they are able to approach it in a constructive and light hearted manner. Over time, we have made the Sunday night pedicure one of our weekly rituals and bit by bit my husband has become a real pro, but I'd still say the best part of it is how much fun we have spending such close personal time together. A Changed Relationship Ch. 01 We both needed to be up early on Monday, so shortly after that we got ready for bed and he gave me a deep and thorough back and neck massage as I drifted off to sleep. As he caressed me I asked him what he thought of the prior night's activities. "You look really beautiful when you are so aroused," he replied. That earned him some deep and soulful kissing before we finally curled together and drifted off to sleep. We spooned together all night and I could feel his caged penis poking my thighs throughout the night. It was a beautiful end to wonderful weekend. Monday morning was uneventful followed by a long and stressful day at work getting ready for an important meeting the following evening. By the time I came home that night I was perfectly happy to plop into our large easy chair and relax. With no prompting at all on my part, my quickly learning husband brought me a glass of wine and a selection, of cheese, fruit and snacks. No sooner had I thanked him for that than he kneeled before the ottoman on which my feet were perched, carefully removed my boring business heels and commenced a relaxing foot rub. He started by firmly kneading my arches, each turn of his hand sending pleasure up and down my tired legs. He spent a long time on my arches and ankles, occasionally sliding up to massage my calves as well alternating between each leg. After awhile he moved on to my toes, flexing them, rubbing them and sometimes gently kissing them. His trousers sported a solid bulge, but his attention to me was unwavering and he said nothing of his predicament, even shrugging it off when I directly asked him about it. As he performed his gentle and loving action on my hot and tired feet we shared the details of our day. After awhile I tilted back my head and rested my eyes as he continued to work my soles and toes. As I began to doze off in perfect relaxation after a hard day, it was clear to me that this "slave for a week" game I had concocted wasn't polarizing us into dominant and submissive roles but was bringing us together as a couple. Where before he might have responded to my stress by staying out of my way, now he was actively helping me relax and feel better. It was an unexpected although welcome turn of events. It was some time later when I was gently awakened by my husband helping me up out of my chair and leading me up to the bedroom. He tenderly removed my clothes giving me small kisses as he did so and then helped me into my nightclothes. Sliding into bed we cuddled together as we did the night before. My love for him at that moment was so intense that I wanted to forget about the whole orgasm denial thing and begin making out like a pair of horny teen-agers. Resisting that I urge I said instead, "Go down on me." He didn't hesitate at all but quickly repositioned himself to give himself better access. Sliding my nightshirt out of the way he first started licking my outer lips right through my panties. The friction or the fabric and the pressure of his mouth had me wet in no time especially as aroused as I already was. I could sense my lips widening as he continued to apply pressure and soon his nose was pressed against my clit that was beginning to emerge from its hood. Next he got his hands involved and began rubbing me firmly up and down the length of my opening. Soon his thumbs had eased their way inside of me as he continued to paint his tongue up and down my panty covered crease. All at once he pulled my panties aside and buried his face and tongue inside of me. In a flash he found my clit and began gently sucking on it. The suddenness and intensity were all it took and I was quickly shaking through a wonderful orgasm. It wasn't huge, but it was just the release I needed after a stressful day and the gentle loving build-up over the course of the evening. Fully satisfied and ready for sleep I urged him back to the top of the bed. Kissed my juices off his face and thanked him for his efforts. "You did a really good job my love. That's just the attention I needed after a long day. Love you." With that I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I'm sure he was frustrated, but kept his reserve and I knew there was nothing he could do about it. I fell asleep thinking that my little plan was certainly paying big dividends and was glad I still had a few days left to go. Tuesday, unfortunately was a very busy day at work and I returned home at nearly 10 pm drained both physically and mentally and certainly in no mood for lovemaking, even if it was on my terms. My husband of course had arrived home at his normal time and I noticed that he took the trouble to make sure the house and kitchen were straightened before my arrival. As soon as I came in he took my coat and briefcase and put them away and asked if I wanted a drink or snack before bed. As he pulled together some fruit and a glass of water, he asked me if I wanted to share my day which made me smile, because it's something I really enjoy doing and it was so nice that he asked. We stood together at the kitchen counter and I nibbled on some grapes while I vented about my day. He listened patiently and supportively, it was nice. Heading upstairs I found the bed turned down and ready, with my pajamas folded and waiting. Unasked, he helped me off with my clothes and hung up my suit. Picking up on his service I sat down in my dressing chair and let him remove my shoes and hose. The whole thing was more functional than sensual, but we both knew it was part of our game and exchanged warm smiles and some lingering touches as we got me out of my work clothes and into my bed clothes. We got ready and climbed into bed together and as soon as the lights went out he began massaging my back and shoulders, caressing my hair, and planting gentle kisses on my ear, cheek and neck. I turned to him for a sensual and lingering kiss good night and drifted off to sleep with him still rubbing my back and shoulders. Sighing as I faded beneath his touch I felt so well loved. It was almost like the afterglow of really great sex without the sex. It was a wonderful feeling and reminded me of all giddy feelings I had when we first fell in love. A Changed Relationship Ch. 02 This story is part 2 of a three part series, all of which have been posted. It describes one week in our life that would eventually have a big impact on our marriage and our lovemaking. For those who might not remember, the story begins on a Saturday as my husband begins a week of chastity and foot and body worship which he has agreed to in order to earn a footjob. This story begins picks up on Wednesday. The story has three parts, each of which has plenty of excitement of its own. I decided to break it up rather than write one really long story since I tend to find shorter installments easier to read. That said, all three parts could be read at once. Since I hate multipart stories that never seem to get finished -- I've posted all three at once and there will be only three. There's no unfinished business at the end. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** Wednesday morning dawned and found me with a high level of energy as though I had slept twice as long as I actually had even though I was awake a full half hour before the alarm normally went off. I was sure that four days of being treated like a queen had more than a little to do with my great mood so rather than waste the moment I decided to share it with my husband by kissing him awake early and getting him to give me a little wake-up sex. Pulling off my top I raised one of my breasts to his mouth and dragged my nipple across his closed lips. Taking the hint he drew in my nipple and rolled it around on his tongue quickly bringing it to an aching hardness and flooding me with wetness down below. As he moved to provide the same service to the other nipple I stuffed my hand down into my panties and started vigorously rubbing my bud with my two middle fingers. As my other nipple reached full hardness from his lips, he noticed what I was doing and repositioned himself to put his own hand over top of mine. Gently gripping my fingers he continued to move my hand back and forth across my clit, but now he was controlling the pace and my own fingers were providing the contact and pressure. We sped up and slowed down several times each iteration bringing me nearer release, but not quite there. This was new for us and there was something exciting about him helping me masturbate. He slowed me down for a minute and our mouths met in a deep moist tongue tangling kiss. As we did so, he deftly slid my hand out of the way and slipped his long middle finger deeply into me and began curling it back and forth deep inside me while his other fingers danced across my clit. Breaking our kiss I moaned and thrust against his hand moving my hips wantonly to increase the speed and pressure. Finally, yes, yes, I reached that special spot and squealed my delight as I exhaled a huge gasp of breath and flooded his hand with my juices. He waited a minute or two for me to regain my wind and then he grabbed my still moist hand together with his and brought both of them up to our mouths. Together we made a game of slurping the juices off of our hands while sharing gentle kisses and tasting my wetness on one another's lips. It was very erotic and very sexy and though my huge wake-up orgasm should have cooled my passions, I remained very tightly strung and ready for more. Unfortunately, our mood was broken by the damned alarm that blasted its insistent chirps right on schedule. Its hard enough to get out of bed on a Wednesday morning and for the first time in ages we found a whole new reason not to want to do so. We answered duty's call but realizing that we were probably going to be running a little late anyway took the opportunity to continue our playful and flirty behavior while we got ready for our day. This wasn't bad for me, but it had to be agony for him once I locked his device back onto him after his shower. Over breakfast I asked him how he was enjoying our little game and gave him the opportunity to end it early if he wanted to. The fact was, what I really wanted to do was call-in late and take him upstairs and fuck like teenagers. To his credit though, he stuck by the deal and said he'd see it to the end. I wouldn't be surprised if he caught on to my mood and figured out that prolonging the game was heightening the passions for both of us. Anyway, once we established that we would continue on till Friday, we had a nice discussion about how much fun we've had together this week. He said he'd been thinking about his sexy wife all week and loved having the opportunity to show his feelings. He said he's never felt closer to me than he has this week and added that if waiting a few days meant more mornings like this one, he was all for it. He went on an on, feeding my ego about how great I looked and how beautiful I looked when I was really aroused. I smiled so hard as he was saying these things I almost started to cry. I couldn't believe how well this was working out and I was learning a lot about my own sexuality and needs besides. That day at work was a long one made all the more so by the fact that we both had meetings and functions to attend after work which meant I didn't get home until about 8:30 and he was only home a few minutes before me. As I set down my things I shot him a smoldering glance then bid him to follow me into the family room. I walked directly to the big easy chair and with no shyness at all hiked up my skirt, plopped down into the chair and tossed my feet up onto the ottoman kicking off my low heeled business shoes in the process. "I take it you need some T.L.C.?" he asked with a grin. "You better believe it, I've been hot and bothered all day after this morning. Will you do for me like you did on Saturday night?" "I'd love to. I've been thinking about you all day too. Do you want something to eat or drink before I begin." At my request he brought back a bottle of wine, some glasses, some grapes and some snack crackers. He sat on the ottoman with my legs resting on his lap and we each had some wine and conversation while he lazily began massaging my feet. After a few minutes of that he set down his glass and got to work more earnestly on my hose encased toes. At first his efforts had a calming effect and my mind wandered. Gradually however, I began to feel reenergized and I knew I was going to need some more heart racing attention soon. Perhaps sensing my mood shift, he looked up at me and asked if I wanted him to remove my hose or if I would do it. I obliged by starting it out and then with a smile he gently and slowly pulled the thin material down my thighs and then calves planting kisses on the revealed flesh as he went. It was both romantic and a little corny and we both smiled and grinned and I giggled a little as he finally removed the last bit with a flourish and began rapidly planting kisses on the tips of my toes. He paused then for some more wine and some grapes once again idly massaging my now well tended feet. "So what next my queen" I remember him asking. I loved that he called me his queen and I could tell he had totally bought into our game. "What do you think?" I coyly asked. "Well, if I remember Saturday correctly you sat back in your royal chair while I payed lip service to your most sensitive parts." "Make it so" I said, trying to sound regal, but of course moving us both to laughter. Unlike on Saturday when he went down on me so urgently, this time he positioned himself between my legs and made slow and lazy circles with his tongue, occasionally lightly sucking on my outer folds. Bit by bit he had his effect, and I opened for him. My labia moistened gradually both from the inside and from his mouth and soon my slick pink clit revealed itself. Although my arousal was growing by the second, his pace hardly changed a bit but where before his tongue was painting itself across my outer folds, now each swipe caused my clit to engorge further. My breathing began to accelerate and I could feel my pulse begin to rise. I was building toward another orgasm and I knew it was going to be huge after all my pent up excitement from the day. Hoping to accelerate the process I reached down and gently pulled my husbands face tighter into me. His pace didn't seem to increase, but my clit felt the additional pressure from the bridge of his nose and that added to my lust. My juices were flowing freely now and the rich scent of my arousal began to waft around us. The slow build up was driving me crazy and felt amazing. Somewhere along the way I started softly moaning. Then I began bucking my hips to get more contact. I closed my eyes to try to focus on the sensations and in my mind I could still see his face pasted against me, loving me, worshiping me, making me feel so beautiful and adored. All at once I started to convulse in rapid bursts of pleasure. I let out a huge breath and a loud squeal and tossed my head back is ecstasy. I continued to sigh and moan as additional waves of pleasure washed across me and my vulva continued to twitch and pulse. When I finally regained awareness of my surroundings I saw my husband looking up at me with a proud, contented look on a face covered with my juices. Awkwardly I pulled him up to me in the chair and we shared a slow searching kiss which seemed endless. After a day of longing, I felt perfectly and completely satisfied. After a few minutes more we headed upstairs and snuggled into bed for some quiet kissing and caressing before I finally drifted into a blissful sleep. Thursday morning as I stood in the shower I had an idea. I knew I wanted to end the week with a wonderful night of passion on Friday and I already had some ideas about that how I wanted that to go. For Thursday I thought why not heighten the pleasure for both of us with lots of flirting and teasing, but no actual sex. I remembered how my passion built up all day Wednesday before culminating in an incredibly satisfying release last night. I hoped that maybe with an even longer build-up that might happen again on Friday night. In the hustle of getting ready for work I didn't have much time to think about the specifics, but by lunch I had some ideas. I called my husband at about four o'clock and after establishing that he planned to be home on time I said, "Listen carefully. I need you to do three things before you come home. First, I want you to stop off somewhere and buy me a sexy pair of panties. Just panties, nothing else. You know my size right?" "Yes, I know it." "How about you say, yes my queen, I know it?" "Ok. Yes my queen, I know it." "Good. Now second, I want you to go to Victoria Secret and I want you to ask a sales lady for a pair of Little Vixen stay up stockings. Did you get that? I don't want you to look around for them. I want you to ask for help and ask for them by name Ok." "Yes my queen." "And you can't get the panties there. You need to get those from somewhere else. Are you clear so far? Panties first and then stockings from V.S." "Yes my queen." "Ok. Now the third thing. Between now and when you leave work, I want you to go into the bathroom, find a stall and rub yourself till you are as hard as you can get in your little device. Then I want you to let it die down and then make it hard again two more times. Got that?. I want you to make yourself hard for me three times. Make sure you are thinking about how sexy I look when you bring me off ok? Three times and then I want you to go buy me panties and then go buy me stockings. Can you do that for me?" He again said, "Yes my queen" although this time a little more nervously. "Good. And pick-up some Chinese for dinner." "Yes my queen." "Oh, and one more thing. Try not to get hard while you're buying my panties and stockings. I'm sure the sales ladies will notice." Having planted that little time bomb, which I knew almost without a doubt would absolutely cause him to pitch a tent while he did his shopping, I hurried home to get ready for his arrival. The whole way home I was just tingling. I was excited enough by what I had planned, but I was all the more excited by the way he bought into my little power trip even agreeing to call me his queen. He arrived home to a note which instructed him to leave his purchases outside our bedroom door and then get our dinner plated up to eat and pour some wine. The house was completely dark except for candles that I had lit in the kitchen, family room and bedroom. Little did he know as he dropped off his packages that I stood naked on the other side of the door. As soon as I heard him depart I reached outside and found that he had done exactly as ordered. I quickly rolled the sheer black stockings up my legs and attached them to a lacy black garter belt. The panties he had chosen were black in a bikini cut style with lots of lace around the waist and leg openings. As it happened, they looked quite nice with the stockings and garter. Next I put on my sexiest shoes, a pair of four inch black pumps with a very slender heel. Leaving my breasts bare I pulled on a completely sheer black negligee that I had barely worn since he gave it to me on our first anniversary. Before he arrived I had made up my face in a dramatic fashion with a very intense dark red lipstick and a vivid violet eye shadow that complimented my blue eyes, pale skin and brown hair. In short, I looked about as sexy as I could possibly look. When I walked downstairs he had just begun to put the plates on the table. When he saw me his jaw immediately dropped and he couldn't seem to decide whether to look at my open breasts, my sheer stocking clad legs or my sexy made up face. I could tell he had hardened immediately as his hand quickly reached down to try relieve the pain that the chastity device was inflicting upon him (a move I had witnessed many times in the last few days). "You look amazing" he stuttered. "All the better to tease you with my dear. But you seem to have forgotten to address me as your queen. Perhaps you should try again." "You look amazing, my queen. It will be an honor to serve you tonight." "Oh, there won't be much serving tonight dear. We'll save that for tomorrow. Tonight all you will need to do is follow my instructions carefully and I'm sure by the end of the night we will both be as aroused as you appear to be right now. Will you do that for me?" "Yes my queen." "That's a good answer. Now lets eat and maybe you can tell me a little about your shopping trip." As soon as he blushed I knew what he was going to say. "Well buying the panties wasn't too difficult. I was still kinda aroused from the thing in the bathroom and all, but I stopped at a department store for them and it took me a few minutes to get my bearings which gave me a little time to calm dawn. I knew I wanted to buy black ones for you, so I focused on a display that seemed to have several types and honed in on these ones pretty quickly. The sales lady was a little older and didn't show any expression when I walked up with my purchase and handed over the money. V.S. was a little more embarrassing. As soon as I walked in I saw a pretty young girl straightening a display so I went up to her and asked her for the stockings like you told me too. She gave me sort of a funny smirk and then she kinda gave me a once over and right about then is when I started to get hard which I expect she noticed. She then started asking me a bunch of questions like if I wanted a matching garter and did I know the size and told me there were pretty bra and panty sets to go with it and on and on. The whole time I kept trying not to get hard and this stupid device was killing me and I was forced to just smile and tell her no, that I only wanted the stockings. She kept giving me sly little smiles and kinda checking me out. I think she probably thought the stockings were for me. When I finished paying she said 'Have a good night. Come see me again soon.' I was so mortified, I just hurried out of there and back to the car so I could adjust myself and relieve the pressure down there." "Well sweetie. You did a good job. You know she had a good idea, maybe you should have gotten a pair for yourself. Anyway, how do you feel now?" "I'm fine now, but your incredible outfit is giving me a lot of discomfort." "Do you want me to take off your device while we eat? I'll do that for you. I don't really want you to hurt. What I want is you thinking about me and getting hard for me. But whatever you do, be sure not to cum o.k? Why don't you step around here and I'll take off the lock and unbuckle you. " Which is exactly what he did and he immediately shot out to full hardness, no doubt helped a little by the sly caresses I gave the bottom of his shaft as I did the unbuckling. We hurried through the rest of the meal with idle chatter. I regularly rubbed up and down his leg with the tip of my shoe and several times I caught him ogling my exposed chest, just as I had hoped. I left him to clean up and had him meet me in the family room where I had perched myself on my favorite chair. "Since I'm nearly naked already, why don't you strip off your clothes and then stand in front of me." Once he had completed that task, I continued, "Tonight my love, we are simply going to tease one another. We're each going to get a chance and I'm going to start. So what I want you to do is lie down on the floor in front of me." As he did so, I slipped off my shoes, but left them nearby. "Now then, I'm going to start by rubbing my pretty stocking covered foot all over your face. I don't want you to kiss it or lick it, I just want you to lay back and feel how good my soft pretty feet feel on your face. Maybe you should take a deep breath and inhale my scent. Even my feet are warm with desire. Can you feel it my love? Do you like me rubbing your face with my toes?" With that I started sliding my toes up and down his checks occasionally crossing his lips with my big toe or pressing my arch across his nose or cheeks. His cock was already standing straight up and was as stiff as I had ever seen it. I kept that up for awhile and then without any comment I got my other foot into the act. Leaving one foot planted across his eyes, I started by brushing my other foot lightly across his balls and shaft and then brought my toe up to his nipples and began brushing it back and forth across them making them engorge. He shuddered slightly when I first began to do it, but then he relaxed and began carefully controlling his breathing trying to keep himself from becoming over stimulated. I was becoming a little bit aroused myself, so I decided to up the ante a bit. Slipping a finger down inside myself I scooped up a little wetness and then applied that to the tip of my toe. "There sweetie. Feel that wetness. That's my sweet honey that I'm rubbing all around your hard nipples. Do you feel that. I'm spreading my wetness on you with my toes. Mmmmm I'm getting so wet. Can you smell how aroused I am. Can you feel the wetness on your nipples. The wetness my toes are spreading on you?" "Yes my queen. I can feel it. It feels sooo good." "I'm gonna keep rubbing your chest and nipples and cock with that foot, but I'm going to put my shoe back on and I want you to suck the heel of my shoe while I keep teasing you with my other foot." My heel was a classic four inch stiletto and slid easily between his lips. "Suck that heel now. Suck it like you would want me to suck your cock. Show me how bad you want it sweetie." As he did this I remoistened the tip of my stocking with my juices and started working on his nipples again. I kept it up for several more minutes and until I noticed precum had welled up on his tip and had begun slightly running down the helmet of his cock. I abruptly pulled both feet away from him. His eyes looked up at me and followed my actions as I leaned down and carefully collected a dab of his fluid on and my finger and then brought that finger up to my lips. Snaking my tongue out I licked it up and said, A Changed Relationship Ch. 02 "Someone seemed to be getting pretty excited there. Maybe we should take a little break and then you can return the favor." His expression showed both his thorough frustration and his absolute lust as he struggled to master his feelings and continue to play along with my teasing game. I'm not sure what I would have done if he had instead threw me down and fucked me like an animal. I could tell in his expression that the thought had crossed his mind. We held each other's gaze for a moment or two and then, I suggested, "Maybe a little wine would taste good." "Yes, ok, I'll get it," then as he stood he quietly added, "my queen." I slid over to the couch and we cuddled together in the candle lit room under a light blanket while we sipped our wine. We didn't say much, but we did keep up the romance with light kisses and a few caresses. After a bit I said to him, "O.k. now its your chance to get even with me. You know how much I love to have my breasts massaged. You are to do whatever you want with and I want you to bring me as close to orgasm as possible without letting me get off. How's that." "My pleasure, my queen" he grinned and then he began. He started slowly planting gentle kisses all around my areolas and then carefully nudging my nipples to hardness with his lips and tongue. He was very careful about both the pace and pressure of his caresses, occasionally being swift or firm and then alternating with slow gentle movements or very light licks or touches. It was the soft light touches that teased me the most, making my head roll back as I tried to stick my chest out to increase the contact. I was already wet and he knew it because he had cupped his hand and palm completely over my sex. I expect he did this in part to keep my own hands away, but he also used his advantage to apply gentle pressure to my clit and occasionally a little quick ticklish rub. The pressure on my sex, the pulse of my nipples and my own heightened sensitivity were already conspiring to heighten my arousal. From there he played me like a musical instrument. He'd suck my breasts intently and just as my passion would start to mount he'd back off and play lightly across my other breast, or caress my labia. Over and over, each time a little different. Each time a new unexpected touch, kiss, suck, caress. Unconsciously I began moaning in pleasure. The low gentle roll of sound adding to my lust. It felt like it was going on forever, I'd have sworn it was hours, every bit of me tuned to pleasure. Every cell vibrating passionately. Finally, my breath caught and I could have sworn an orgasm was near. He knew it too. All at once he stopped everything he was doing. His hand flew away from my labia. His fingers and lips jumped back from my breasts. Its was like he had touched his hand to a hot stove and recoiled. I felt like a hot stove. Inside I was on fire. He snickered a bit as he repositioned himself back beside me on the couch. I said nothing as I tried to calm my arousal. I was supremely frustrated as I was an inch away from my climax and we both knew it. A part of me wanted to assert my growing dominance and simply suspend my game and take my reward. The other part of me remembered how great he build up felt the other night and wanted to play on. I knew he probably felt my same frustration and that decided it. We'd continue the tease. "Frustrated, my queen?" he asked. "Yes. I guess I have some idea what you've been going through." "Maybe, I crossed that bridge last Saturday though. You've been frustrated for about two minutes." "I know, I know. I'm a baby. I started this though and we're going to finish it. I haven't gotten my foot rub this evening. Make yourself useful and take care of my feet." Tonight he didn't waste any time with preliminaries. His mouth started right in on my nylon clad toes kissing each one and gently sucking the tips. Then he raised my foot and kissed my sole, deeply, with feeling and passion. He then began to massage my arches, pressing his thumbs into the soles as he continue to kiss the balls of my feet and toes. As wound up as I was, his lips felt incredible on my feet. Usually foot rubs were his passion and while I enjoyed them, I was never really aroused by it. Tonight was different. I saw his passion for me as an act of love, an act of deep respect and devotion and it touched me like never before. That feeling of empowerment swept across me again, and once again I felt a tingle deep inside me like I did that first night when I held him in my hand and made him beg me to let him. He was really getting into it now, sucking my toes deep into his mouth. The nylon rubbing against his tongue as he separated each one and sucked it like a tiny cock. He loved me. He loved my feet. He was pouring a weeks worth of frustrated build up into sucking my toes and I was on the verge of climaxing by simply watching his loving submission. I let him continue for a few minutes more, "That's right baby. Suck them. Suck them so good. Your're making me feel so good tonight. You're such a good foot worshipper." By now I was so worked up I knew we needed to finish the game one way or another so I gently asked him to stop. It was a little like taking away a child's favorite toy and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. Rejoining me on the couch I began gently planting kisses on the side of his face before he joined me in some tender kissing. After a few more minutes of this, I then stood up in front of him and removed the pretty black panties that he had bought me just a few hours before and now, wearing nothing but garter and stockings, I sat back down at his side. "Do you remember how all this started my love?" I asked him. "Yes. That girl on the plane, then you gave me a hand job." "That's right. You needed some relief and you paid the price so that you can get a footjob right? That's what you want out of all of this isn't it. My very best loving tender footjob?" As I said this I gathered up my moist, pungent, panties and began stroking his hard cock just as I had done that first night. "Yes my queen. I've been happy to take care of you this week, but I am looking forward to my reward." "Good. I want you to get a reward but first I want to bring you right to the edge like you did for yourself earlier tonight. So I'm going to keep rubbing you and I want you to tell me when you get really close O.K.? Don't cum though, or it will be at least another week before you get your reward." He was already so hard I knew it wouldn't take long. I pulled the soft and silky panties up and down his rigid shaft and gently, teasingly licked my lips as I looked into his eyes. When his gaze shifted I recaptured it and if I couldn't I ordered him, "Look at me, I want to see your lust for me." That did and he said pleadingly, "Please stop. Please. I don't want to cum." I continued to hold him and squeezed just a bit to try to calm him down, but I kept the moist panties firmly wrapped around him. "I've got a new deal for you sweetie." I cooed. "If you say so, I'll bring you off right now and then tomorrow night we'll fuck like newlyweds, but then you need to give me another week in the device and there will be no footjob. Alternatively, you can complete your week and get your reward tomorrow as planned. I'll give you one minute to think about it and then I'm going to start stroking you again. If you let me bring you off, than that will be your choice. If you don't want it though, I want you to beg me to lock you back up. Got it? Your minute starts now." With that I then leaned in to give him the hottest wettest kiss I knew how to give all the while never letting go of his cock. I didn't know what he would choose and from my perspective their were pros and cons to either outcome, but I was going to make him decide. It was an interesting form of empowerment -- the power to make someone else choose. After about a minute I broke our kiss I resumed my stoking and did so fairly aggressively. I didn't want to give him a lot of time to act but I knew if he wanted me to stop he needed to be encouraged to beg. "So what's it gonna be baby? Do you want to cum for me?" I could see him straining and I felt a twitch, he was incredibly close. His words were halting. "No... Please. Stop.... Please put me in the device. Please I want to go back in it. Please. I beg you my queen.... Please stop." His arousal was contagious as were his words. I stopped, but felt a faint ripple pass though me as well. A near orgasm for myself, just from hearing him plead with me and call me "my queen". I did as he asked and pulled my hands away noting several streaks of precum on my panties, but certainly not a full load. Hand in hand, but with few words, we made our way upstairs and got ready for bed. Once he softened, I buckled him back into his device and we spooned together. Sleep came easier than I had expected, which was a good thing as the next day would bring its own further excitement. A Changed Relationship Ch. 03 This story is part 3 of a three part series, all of which have been posted. It describes one week in our life that would eventually have a big impact on our marriage and our lovemaking. For those who might not remember, the story begins on a Saturday as my husband begins a week of chastity and foot and body worship which he has agreed to in order to earn a footjob. This part describes the last day and what happened afterward. The story has three parts, each of which has plenty of excitement of its own. I decided to break it up rather than write one really long story since I tend to find shorter installments easier to read. That said, all three parts could be read at once. Since I hate multipart stories that never seem to get finished -- I've posted all three at once and there will be only three. There's no unfinished business at the end. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** After the prior night's activity the morning alarm came all too soon. "Last day," I whispered to him as he kissed me good morning. "You better believe I know it," he replied as he gave me another kiss just for good measure. Despite a night of rest to calm down, I was afraid of what would happen to all my well laid plans for the day if I stayed in bed another minute. So I made for the bathroom and somewhat hastily dragged myself through my getting ready routine. By design, rather than stare at each other across the breakfast table I planned to leave the house quickly. However, before doing so I poked my head into the bathroom and said, "I'll call you at noon with some instructions -- o.k.?" "Fine, I'll be there. I await your instructions my queen," he replied with a grin. Another quick kiss and I was off. I did have a little bit of work I had to get done and a meeting to attend, but I'd be lying if I didn't say my mind was elsewhere. As noon drew close I packed up my things and took the afternoon off. In the privacy of my car I gave myself a few gentle rubs to rebuild my arousal and then I phoned my guy who picked up after only one ring. "My aren't we eager? Are you ready to hear your instructions?" "Yes I am my queen. This is one work day I can't wait to see end." "Ok. Your first instruction, just like last time, will be visit the mens room and make yourself as hard as you can inside that device. You have five hours left in your work day, so I want you to do this once for each hour. You can make it as many trips as you want, but five times bringing yourself to full hardness, while thinking about me all the time I might add, then back to full softness -- got it?" "Yes. Five times." "Next. I want you to select a small gift that you can give to me in thanks when I finally release you from your device. Be sure to think about it carefully. I'll give extra credit for a very thoughtful idea. Don't spend much money. Say no more than $20. But a gift that shows me you are thankful. Ok?" "Yes my love. I'll think about it and see what I can come up with." "Lastly, I want you to meet me at "Joe's Bar" (a popular after work hang out near our house). Be there by 6pm, but be sure to get there in time so that I will get a seat. Understand?" "Yes. I've got it, five times, a present and a seat at the bar." "That's right. I'll see you there." "Yes my queen." "By the way, try to keep your mind on your work." Considering where we started out this process the one thing that I was the happiest about was how well my husband played along. As I said at the beginning, I kinda figured he'd find a way out of the device or offer some resistance, but instead he took up the challenge in the spirit I intended and I think we're both enjoying the results. My plan for the after noon was not that complicated, but I wanted everything to be right and I didn't want to be rushed. The first stop was to get a manicure and pedicure. While its true that we did one ourselves just a few nights ago, I wanted both my hands and feet to look absolutely stunning and I knew. The color I selected was a deep black cherry red, done up with lots and lots shine. I had used the color before and knew it would get a good reaction. The next stop was to a well known woman's clothing chain where I picked up a dress I had tried on earlier in the week. A simple description would be to call it a classic sheath style "little black dress". The hem was a good bit shorter than I would normally wear coming a full six inches above my knees and I knew that alone would attract his attention. The neck line was also cut a little more daring than I would normally have selected, but when I wore it with a black satin bustier which nicely pushed up my otherwise ordinary cleavage, It looked very, very sexy. More sexy than I would have ever dared before this week. The rest of my outfit was similarly classic. I planned to wear the four inch black pumps I had worn the prior night and of course a pretty pair of black satin panties and garter belt. But the thing I knew that would drive him wild was I had ordered on-line a pair of sheer black nylon seamed stockings. The old fashioned kind with the reinforced toe and heel that formed sort of a diamond showing out of the top of my shoes. Fully fashioned nylons I think they are acalled. They seemed like the ultimate stocking for a true foot lover and they felt so silky on me that I knew they were worth every penny even though I had few doubts they'd be ruined before the night was over. My last stop was a salon I frequented from time to time. I had my hair done in a little bit different style than usual. More pulled back off my face and a little more teased up. Then I had the ladies help me with some eye makeup and that made my face come alive like I had never seen it before. I didn't want to look like the conservative business woman that I actually was. I didn't want to look like a wife. I wanted to look like a sexy, sophisticated woman out to get what she wanted. I wanted to look like my husband's best fantasy. As I expected these excursions took all afternoon and I actually ended up changing in a back room at the salon and heading straight to the bar. When I came through the door he was sorta looking toward the entrance but not with his full attention. It was interesting, because the initial way he turned toward me adn looked me up and down was not with any recognition, but the way I had sometimes caught him checking out hot looking strangers when we were out. I was surprised at my own reaction. I felt positively decadent that I had sufficiently altered my look from plain business-wife to "hot babe" that he didn't immediately recognize me. It was only a split second later when he realized and then his reaction was priceless. Everyone's heard the expression 'jaw dropping beautiful' well I can tell you that there is such an expression. His mouth flopped open, his eyes got big and his expression told me more than he could ever have articulated. He thought I looked hot. A quick glance at his crotch told me I had gotten his full attention. I pulled up on the bastool beside him and crossed my legs letting the pleat of my dress ride up to just about to the top welt of my stockings. He managed to order me a drink, but his attention was riveted to my nyloned legs and I was pretty sure nothing short of an explosion was going to distract his attention. After the first drink I explained that we should probably eat something, because once we got home I doubted that any time would be spent in the kitchen. We tried to talk about our days and ordinary stuff, but neither of us really had any interest. As we ate and drank, I shamelessly flirted with him touching him on the arm, brushing against his thigh and leaning in to kiss his cheek and make sure that he was smelling my perfume. To give him credit, he gave as good as he got. He frequently caressed my legs, obscenely high when he felt he could get away with it. He also managed to brush across my breast and gently caress my arms and shoulders in a possessive yet yearning sort of way. But through it all his eyes kept roving back to my sexy legs and I knew he was hooked like never before. What really got my juices flowing however was the incessant flow of compliments. "Your hair looks amazing," "I can't stop looking at your eyes," "That has got to be the sexiest dress I've ever seen you in." The best one of all was, "Just seeing how beautiful you look tonight has made every second of frustration worth while. You look so amazing and I am so proud, so lucky to be your husband." After he said that it didn't take long before it was time to get our check and get out of there. My ego soared a bit more when I strutted out of the bar and managed to collect a few stares and turned heads. I'll admit it -- at that moment I felt so hot and so horny that I could have probably done it in the parking lot on the trunk of the car and never felt a second of regret. Naturally we drove home separately, and it was to be the first time of several that night that we arrived at the same time. With no preliminaries we raced to the bed room and immediately starting kissing each other like we hadn't seen each other in years. It was a hot, wanton, frenzied kiss during which time we both frantically worked to rid him of his shirt, pants, socks and boxers. Finally I broke our kiss and with a final bit of maneuvering he laid back on the bed, fully naked except for the five ringed Gates of Hell affixed around his helpless cock which was aroused as much as it possibly could be. We looked at each other and the sexual tension just smoldered. Finally, to push things forward one more step I reached back and unzipped my dress. With a few shakes and shimmies I now stood before him in just a black satin bustier and panties, garter belt, and full fashioned nylons and four inch black pumps. I knew and he knew that I was a foot lovers wet dream. "So are you ready to beg me to remove your device?" I asked. "Yes my queen. I beg of you to be allowed to remove this chastity device. In offering I give you two gifts. First, downstairs in the bag on the kitchen counter is a small Godiva chocolate heart. The heart is my heart which I give to you. If it's a little bit melted, its because you are so hot tonight. Second, even after you remove the device I offer my cock to you as a gift for this weekend to use as you see fit." I couldn't help but giggle a bit. His words were so earnest and although they were more than a little bit corny, I knew he meant them. After a little bit more kissing and cuddling I said, "You've chosen well my love. Let me remove it." Immediately after I did so, I removed my panties exposing my already dripping crotch. His cock again rose to full attention, happy to be rid of the aptly named device. "Here's the deal. First you eat me to an orgasm. Then, you rub my breasts to an orgasm and then, if you do that, I'll give you the foot job you've been dreaming of all week." I knew that after two days of build-up everything was going to go really fast from here, even as much as I might have wanted to prolong it. After our teasing game last night, and all the innuendo at the bar, we were both desperate for each other and it was just our mutual efforts to prolong the game as long as we had that had allowed us to get this far. Changing positions I laid back on the bed and dangled my nylon encased legs over the side. I positioned my seeping bush right on the edge. Wasting no time, he knelt on the floor in front of me and began by first gently kissing and rubbing my legs. He wanted to feel those stockings with his lips and hands and although I was impatient with him to get on with it, I indulged him for a few minutes. Eventually, he got down to business and gradually inched his way up my thigh moving closer and closer to my sexual core. Finally he leaned forward and blew his hot breath directly on my already engorged clit. The sudden attention startled me, and I almost came immediately without him even touching me. Next he started to gently stroke me with his tongue and fingers, but I no longer had the patience for that. I leaned up and pulled his head directly against my sopping hole. "Lick me baby. Don't fool around. Just lick me hard and fast and make me come." Heeding my command he got straight to work. Even though I had his head pressed close to me he managed to work a couple of fingers inside of me and within minutes I could feel the pulsing, tingling sensation that always proceeded my orgasms. I began to moan a long deep guttural "oooooooohhhhh" sound from the center of my being. As my orgasm crashed around me the pitch rose from low to high and I screeched out my passion as though it was tearing me apart. I might have blacked out for a moment or maybe I was just rolling with the rapture of a long and fantastic release. Anyway the next thing I remember is my wonderful husband up on the bed next to me passionately kissing my face, my ears and my lips. I could smell my arousal on his face. I could taste my moisture on his lips. The next act was almost dreamlike the way I remember it. We continued to kiss, caress and fondle each other as we repositioned our self on the bed and managed to remove my bustier so as to expose my breasts. Then it was just like the night before when he began caressing my breasts. Planting gentle kisses all around my nipples and areolas and carefully bringing me back to arousal. He was slow and gentle and I floated along with the feeling. He was careful to control the pace and bring me up slowly and I was content to go along with his plan. Just like the prior night, he cupped his hand over my sex and with the movements of his two hands and his tongue he carefully played my passions back to a higher and higher state. Finally, for the first time in a week, he took charge of the action and began aggressively sucking and tonguing my nipples and firmly caressing my clit. I again began to moan in pleasure as my body began vibrating to his urgent touch. The low gentle sound of my lust added to the dreamy pleasure I was feeling. Finally, the crescendo arrived. My breath caught and I was quickly overtaken by another orgasm. Although his own need had to be urgent at that point like a gentleman he laid beside me and gently massaged my back, legs and arms as I calmed down. He took a moment to cover me with a blanket so I wouldn't get cold laying there in just my sheer black, full fashioned nylons. I rested a moment and finally looked at him with all the love I could muster. It's a moment I'll remember forever. The two of us looking deep into each other's eyes my lust fulfilled and his eyes pleading for the relief that he so desired and had completely earned. "Ok my love," I told him. "You've earned this. Stand at the end of the bed." He positioned himself there and I slid myself down the bed and repositioned some pillows so that I could lie back comfortably and watch, and inevitably stroke myself as the footjob unfolded. Bending my legs I pulled my feet together and began teasing my stocking feet up and down his shaft. He was already at full hardness and I knew that I couldn't get away with a lot of teasing but I wanted to try anyway. "For the last few days I've asked you to practice making yourself hard and then cooling down. Tonight we are going to put that training to the test. I'm going to tease you to the edge with my feet and if you feel like you're going to cum I want you to ask me to stop. Once I've done that twice, the third time I'll cup my arches together and you can fuck my feet until you get your relief ok?" He nodded his agreement and said, "Yes my queen. Please begin." And so I did. I tried to learn from the example he had just given my on my breasts and made every effort to alter my tempo and change the pressure from soft to light. My nylons were incredibly smooth however and I could tell it must have felt incredible to have my warm, silky feet gliding up and down his hard and frustrated shaft. A few times I made some teasing comments, but it only took about three minutes before he begged off the first time. I told him to go get my chocolate heart while he let his cock subside and by the time he came back with my chocolate and a couple of glasses of water, he was ready to go again. This time I didn't play around. I positioned one foot below his shaft and aggressively slid the other one up and down the top of the shaft applying steady pressure the whole time. To add to his excitement I started talking dirty, "Ummm I bet that feels so good, I'm dripping just watching you. I know how bad you want to cum. I want that cock so bad you've pleased me so well this week...." This time he lasted about two minutes before he begged off and now I undertook to tease him even more by using the chocolate heart he had bought me and sucking it gently into my mouth. "Mmmmm baby I'm gonna suck on your heart just like I wanna suck on your cock." Come here and kiss the chocolate off my lips. We shared a slow chocolaty kiss, had some water and then repositioned ourselves as we had been originally. "Ready sweety?" "Yes my queen. I'm ready." "I'd like to hear you ask for it." "Please my queen. May I please bring myself off on your beautiful nylon feet. You've been making me so hot tonight and all this week that I can hardly stand it anymore. Please, please let me cum on your feet." A gave him a nod and a smile and said, "Don't forget to ask before you cum." Then I raised my feet to the level of his cock and put my arches together with my knees bowed out. This had the effect of giving him a tight little nylon clad opening between my feet into which he could thrust his iron hard cock. It also had the effect of opening my glistening pussy wide open so that I could rub at it and he could stare at it as he fucked my smooth and shiny feet. He understood immediately what to do and wasted no time first rubbing his cock back to hardness against my toes and then inserting his rod in between my arches. I made sure to keep as feet as close together as I could to heighten the pressure on his shaft. I also gave him plenty of encouragement, "Come on baby fuck my sweet feet. Ooooohhh that feels so good. You must want them so bad. My feet are so hot and are ready for your cum..." All the while I fingered myself and could feel my own passions rising. I could tell he was trying mightily to hold back to prolong to pleasure that he had no doubt been fantasizing about all week, but even at that it wasn't long before he gasped, "Please, I can't stop. Please, please may I cum" "Yes, give it to me. Cum now." When he finally erupted I was amazed by the amount of cum that shot out of him. Maybe his orgasms are always like that, but since they are normally inside of me I had never considered how much cum a man can produce when he's teased to frustration for an entire week. In any event, his seed was everywhere. It was on my legs, on my feet, on my chest and probably in my hair. It was so erotic. It was like watching a porno only it was real and right on our own bed and me and my wonderful husband were right in the middle of it. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but neither his lust nor mine were sated by the foot job that we had been building up to all week. After taking a minute to catch his breath he started kissing my feet passionately once again and I continued to massage my clit. The next thing I knew he was on top of me and we were fucking with an intensity we hadn't had since our honeymoon. Normally if I were describing our sex I would have said we made love eight more times that weekend. But that's not quite right. What we did was fuck eight more times that weekend. It was intense, passionate, urgent sex. Sometimes it was just like "normal" and he was on top. But several times I took total charge of the action from directing his attentions toward me to dictating when and how he should cum. It was extremely arousing and deeply feed the instincts that had been awakened in my over the last week. A Changed Relationship Ch. 03 Even when we weren't in the bed going at it, we spent the whole weekend doing things together and the flirty comments, sexy glances and fleeting touches never let up. It was a fantastic, rejuvenating sexual weekend that we were both very sad to see the end of. ***Aftermath**** Over the next several months we pulled out the Gates of Hell and played our little teasing game several more times. Never for as long as a whole week, but a couple of times for several days or a long weekend and we both got a lot of pleasure out of the experiences. About a year or so after the "Week that changed everything" we were away enjoying a long weekend of sex and relaxation at a resort. One night after a few drinks and some passionate loving we got into a little pillow talk. In the course of our discussion, which became wonderfully frank and open, I confided to my husband that I really enjoyed when he let me take the dominant role in bed. I also told him that I loved it when he went down on me and that I always got my best orgasms when he massaged my breasts and clit with his hands and mouth. He in turn confided to me that he also liked it when I took charge, as long as he was sure that he was eventually going to get a release. He also said that he probably enjoyed footjobs as well or better than regular intercourse and that if he could get more of those he'd be more than happy to see to me in whatever manner I most enjoyed. From there our relationship evolved into what some would call a Female Led Marriage, with me making nearly all of the sexual decisions. For those who are interested, read my first story called Nothing More Gratifying which describes the current nature of our Loving Female Led Relationship. Thanks for your interest.