15 comments/ 55932 views/ 10 favorites A New Approach By: morefunnaked It had been another one of those conversations, the kind we'd had many of over the years. A little confrontation over the way something was said versus the manner in which it had been perceived and things went on from there. Forty five minutes later we had managed to keep it civil this time and we found ourselves on the topic that always seemed to creep into these discussions. For years I'd felt that there was a lot left to be desired and we tried to discuss it in a constructive manner but the net result was always the same. Trish just plain and simply had no sex drive and I had one the size of the entire state. We had seen a therapist about it at one time, but nothing much came out of it. When we had sex I always had to initiate it. Once I got her aroused either manually or orally Trish would be into it big time. She loved the intimacy that came with it but didn't seem to have any interest in it until we were there. It wasn't unusual for me to make advances on her, guiding things toward the bedroom and she would send me along first while she took her wine glass out to the kitchen or folded the blanket that she'd been snuggling in or any of a number of things. Invariably she'd get distracted by something else. Forty five minutes to an hour later she'd show up in bed and wonder why if I'd not fallen asleep, was lying there frustrated and/or furious. Our sex life was down to two or three events a year, always on a Sunday morning (previously it had been always on a Saturday night). Lots of wonderful foreplay in the form of fellatio and cunnilingus (which I loved and could always bring her to climax by) followed by either missionary style or cowgirl position and that was it. She is a gorgeous woman who has aged very well. At fifty she can still easily pass for twenty years younger. At five -four and a hundred and twenty five pounds, she is nicely built with soft natural B cup breasts, a trim waist, and an ass that looks great in jeans or yoga pants. In a swimsuit she more than holds her own. Her attire is always very conservative however and to try to get her to wear something sexy or alluring is downright impossible even though she'd look great in just about anything. But back to the conversation. One more time I tried to explain how much it affected my life that we didn't have any more of a sex life than we did and as a result how adversely it affected her as well. She had to deal with my irritability and when I was in a sexually deprived funk I certainly wasn't as productive with regard to my business and our income. For some reason, whatever it was that I said, this time it actually seemed to hit home. She said she finally really realized just how important a healthy sex life should be for both of us and for me in particular. In passing she also mentioned something about how important it is should be to pursue our desires, a statement that I took particular note of. The conversation took place on a Monday evening. That week Trish was particularly affectionate and attentive calling me in the middle of the day just to say hi and once running back into the house to give me a hug and kiss after she'd already left. I was a nice "lovebirds" sort of a stretch. On Friday night she told me that she had invited her friend Marly over for dinner the following evening. When we have guests, I usually do the cooking as I'm a more adventurous chef as well as a neater one, generally leaving the kitchen in better shape. As I suspected she might, Trish asked if I would mind cooking. I really enjoy the opportunity to prepare something for more than just the two of us and readily agreed. Saturday evening at seven the doorbell rang. As Trish was upstairs, I answered the door to find a tallish woman with short cropped copper colored hair, high cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, and a disarming smile. She handed me a bottle of wine and introduced herself as Marly. As I ushered her in I surveyed her further. A slubby beige silk jacket topped loose fitting dark taupe trousers and under it was a cream lace something. Tall heels peeked from under the hem of the trousers and I realized she was probably only a little taller than Trish. The heels made a nice sound on first the tile floor of the foyer and then the wood of the hallway. I smelled sandalwood and citrus as she passed. All in all, an attractive package, not what I'd normally call a traffic-stopper, but definitely easy on the eyes. Trish didn't show up for close to fifteen minutes, so Marly and I had a good opportunity to acquaint ourselves. Marly worked for one of the accounts that Trish worked for. I'd heard her mentioned a number of times as Trish described her work days. I knew they grabbed lunch together from time to time but that was about all I knew. Marly made herself comfortable perched on one of the kitchen stools as I fed a braised and stuffed pork loin into the oven along with vegetables for roasting. When Trish made her entrance I was in the midst of shaking up a pair of cosmos. She looked particularly fine to me that night, pairing her best fitting pair of jeans with a slightly sheer black blouse. Her black bra underneath just barely showed through. Maybe not all that sexy to most people, but on my wife it was about the hottest thing I'd seen her in for a long, long time. I poured the cosmos and then fixed myself a martini. We snacked on some nice gooey brie slathered atop wheat crackers. Marly turned out to be one of those type of people that was forever touching everyone else in the room as she spoke, her hand lightly resting on their arm or hand if it was resting on a counter or tabletop. Normally I find this a little annoying but with her it just seemed very genuine and unaffected. Wine was uncorked, dinner was served and then dessert and coffee which Trish suggested that we enjoy in the living room. She had insisted on my starting a fire earlier which I had been stoking every fifteen or twenty minutes. A nice amber glow had settled in the firebox, lending a warm aura to the entire room. I plunked down in my favorite spot at one end of the sofa and Trish disappeared upstairs again. Marly commented on how comfy it was then shed the silk jacket. It turned out that the lace garment beneath was a camisole, baring her shoulders and making it impossible not to notice her ample breasts. Again Trish was gone for what seemed to be an inordinate amount of time and when she reappeared she at first flitted past in the adjoining hall in what I could have sworn was her robe. I saw the lights in the kitchen and then dining room go out and then she joined us through the dining doorway. Sure enough, Trish was wearing her thick fluffy robe and as I began to wonder what was up she reached for the light switch and twisted the dimmer until the fireplace was the major source of illumination for the room. What happened next stunned me. Undoing the sash, Trish slipped the robe off and tossed it over the back of a chair. Under the robe she had worn only the ecru silk camisole and bikini panty set she had purchased a couple years earlier in Europe. Even in the dim light her nipples were evident through the filmy material. Striding across the room she slipped onto the sofa and cuddled up beside me. "Remember our discussion Monday evening?" she asked. "Uhh... yeah." "Well I decided to take the bull by the horns." I was dumbfounded and speechless. Not really certain yet as to what was going on, I decided to just keep my mouth shut and go with the flow. As she began playing with my hair and stroking my thigh, Trish began to explain that she and Marly had been talking on tuesday during lunch "and well... one thing led to another and we came up with this idea." As Trish continued on. Marly rose and undid the waiststring of what I now realized was pyjama bottoms, allowing them to fall to the floor and revealing that she wore a simple white thong beneath. She then stepped out of them before also settling onto the sofa nuzzling up to the other side of Trish. By then my arm was around Trish and hand on her shoulder which Marly proceeded to lay her head against. It was very sweet and cozy and at the same time hot as all hell. Of course the fact that Trish's hand had come to rest at the now bulging crotch of my jeans made it even more so. I kissed her, deeply and sensually. Trish seemed to melt as I did and I noticed Marly also gently kiss her shoulder. The hand at my crotch was gently squeezing me. With my free hand I cupped one of Trish's lovely breasts through the thin silk and felt her nipple go rigid, begging through the cloth to be sucked upon. Marly was began playing with one of her own breasts with a hand slid up under the lace of her camisole. I felt Trish slowly unzipping my jeans far enough to be able to reach in and grasp my cock. I kissed her again. "Why don't we take this party upstairs." she mumbled. In unison we rose then mounted the stairs, Trish in the lead, her silk panty clad ass right in front of my face. Marly was right behind. On the second floor Trish guided us toward the spare bedroom, from which a warm flickering glow beckoned. Within was a veritable love nest, candles scattered around the room, soft music playing, and the scent of jasmine incense in the air creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The hide-a-bed sofa that normally occupied the west wall was gone. Instead, a king-sized mattress occupied a good portion of the floor, fitted up with fern printed sheets. A dozen pillows were strewn about and a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne accompanied three slender glass flutes atop the dresser which had been draped in a deep green cloth. Trish pulled her camisole up over her head and off, unveiling her lovely breasts, both nipples rigid, begging for attention. I gently fondled one breast while drawing her tight to me but not before she managed to slide a hand into my jeans again in order to grasp my cock through the knit fabric of my briefs. With the other hand she finished unzipping me and then pushed the jeans down until I took over, pulling them down and over my knees then feet. She unbuttoned the white oxford shirt and pushed it off my shoulders and soon it joined the other clothing on the floor. I drew her close again and more deep passionate kissing ensued, tongues insistently probing each others mouths. When we stopped to catch our breath we found Marly in the process of removing her top as well, revealing a pair of grapefruit size breasts capped by huge aureoles. Her nipples were less protrusive than Trish's but that did nothing to detract from the beauty of her succulent orbs. Still grasping one of Trish's, I reached out with my other hand and touched one of them then grasped it too, fascinated by the difference in feel between the two. Marly drew tight to the two of us. Releasing Marly's breast I took the hand of Trish's that wasn't preoccupied with groping my penis and guided it toward Marly's chest, coming to rest there. We both then held and fondled one of the melons and I felt Marly kiss me on the shoulder much as she had Trish on the sofa. My body was tingling, a marvelous penumbra having settled in over me. I felt Trish pushing my briefs down and off me, exposing my rigid member completely. A moment later, both women's hands were exploring it as well as my balls. My hands were all over the two of them, caressing their shoulder, backs, breasts, and asses. Marly lowered herself gradually, kissing my body all over as she did. Once she was on her knees she then kissed my cock, first the tip and then the shaft as Trish held the base of it. Then I felt her lips around the tip and next thing I knew it was completely engulfed by her hot wet mouth. She took it deep, all the way to the hilt as Trish released her grip and pressed herself against my side, wrapping one arm around me and stroking Marly's head with the other. I buried my tongue into Trish's mouth. This was incredible. I tugged downward at Trish's panties, exposing the crack of her ass and she took the cue, pulling them off completely, then pressed herself firmly against me again and we resumed our tongue wrestling. Marly continued to ply me with her considerable oral talent. It was the sloppiest, deepest blow job I'd ever experienced, as good as inside any quim I'd ever felt, maybe even better. Somehow she kept her tongue in constant motion, even while deep throating. One hand gently held my ball sac and every few strokes of my shaft she would pause to lick and kiss my nuts. Before too long I felt the surge rising and pulled away before I came, managing to keep things under control. This was way too much fun and I wanted it to go on and on. With my hand I guided Marly's head toward my wife's crotch and then watched as Marly kissed her first on her lower abdomen then buried her nose in the short soft pale brown curls lower down. Acommodating the advances, Trish splayed her legs slightly, allowing Marly access to the promised land and I watched as her tongue explored the slit and lips that I knew would by now be wet and juicy, ready for action and attention. I also knew that Marly had found her clit when Trish involuntarily jerked slightly and uttered a "Ooh!". With Marly earnestly at work on my wife's snatch, I moved behind Trish, pressed up against her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders in a bear hug. My rigid pole was nestled in the cleft of her ass cheeks. As Marly worked her magic I felt Trish's body go from stiff to completely relaxed and eventually back to a different sort of rigid as she approached orgasm. Just as she had with me, Marly knew it was time to stop. "Maybe you should lie down." I said to Trish. She headed for the mattress, laying on her back, head on a pillow. I followed, crawling between her legs as I spread them apart for access. On all fours I leaned in and picked up where Marly had left off, kissing Trish on her now sloppy wet pussy lips before sucking them into my mouth to swish around. My tongue then found her clit and within a couple minutes I finished the job Marly had begun, sending Trish into an intense orgasm accompanied by some loud noises that seemed more animal than human. As was usually the case, she needed me inside her immediately. More than happy to oblige, I plunged my member into her hot wet hole, my hands gripping the backside of her knees as I pinned them to her shoulders. It may have been missionary, but it was totally obscene let me get as deep into your hole as I possibly can missionary and it was marvelous. I felt Marly's hand between my legs, grasping my gonads just as Trish crested again. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by the need to release my seed and I spewed a torrent deep within Trish's womb. We gasped for a bit, attempting to regain both breath and composure before Trish slipped off to use the bathroom. My cock was still hard, as well as dripping residual love juices. Marly proceeded to lick and suck everything clean, to the point that when Trish returned to the bed, I passed on a turn in the bathroom, having been already been given a good cleansing orally. We snuggled and chatted for a while before all falling asleep. I awoke at 1:07 according to the digital clock. At first I was more than a little disoriented but then the images of earlier slowly trickled back into my consciousness. It wouldn't have seemed to be more than a dream were it not for the fact that I was lying there between Trish and Marly, the three of us naked. Trish looked absolutely angelic. Marly had her back to me, but her ass was divine in the flickering light of the three or four candles that remained lit. Lying there in a fetal position, her cheeks presented themselves as soft orbs begging to be caressed. Raising myself up on one elbow afforded me a view of her tits, squashed against each other, similarly calling out for attention. I needed to relieve myself and after slipping out from between the two sleeping odalisques I trotted off to pay homage to the commode. When I returned, Marly was getting up as well and we embraced standing in doorway. It felt delightful to be there naked in each others' arms in plain view of Trish, sound asleep just eight feet away. Marly played with my cock and in no time at all it was stiff again. "I need to pee." she whispered, then released me and continued down the hall. I slipped back under the covers, nestling up against Trish. She stirred slightly but seemed totally unaware that there was a swollen cock pressed against her backside. When Marly returned, Trish stirred again and at that point also woke enough to decide that she too needed relieve herself. By the time reappeared I was on my back and Marly was squatting on my knees, bent over with my cock in her mouth. Trish lay down beside us and rested a hand on my shoulder. She proceeded to watch Marly working her mouth magic on me. After a while Marly sat upright then moved forward, now straddling me at my hips. My member lay flat against my abdomen and she proceeded to grind her slippery wet pussy against it. I'd call it dry-humping, but it was really anything but dry. Then she held it upright and poised herself above it. I looked into Trish's eyes. She had the sweetest, most loving expression on her face that I think I've ever seen as she intently returned my gaze. I felt Marly impaling herself on my tool and whatever expression came over my face must have pleased Trish immensely, as her lips spread wide in a glowing smile. She leaned over and kissed me. Meanwhile, Marly started slowly sliding up and down on my love pole and before long was riding it like a pogo stick. My attention began to focus on the wonderful sensations going on down there. Her tits bounced merrily as she rode me and she cupped them in her hands, playing with the nipples as she did. My hands were on her thighs. Trish stacked up a couple pillows and leaned against them as she watched me receive one hell of a cowgirl ride. After an extended period of this, Marly raised herself up and off my cock, turned around and then with her back to me planted herself on my shaft again. It was interesting in how different she felt inside as I slid deep into her juicy hot quim. As she again began the up and down action the feeling was amplified. Marly also seemed to be really enjoying the position, as there were a steady stream of "Ooooh! Oooooh! Ooooh!s" coming from her that were rising in both pitch and intensity. Again it went on for quite some time and then again she rose up and off me, this time planting herself on all fours with her ass toward me. I scrambled up and knelt between her legs, then guided my cock back into her sodden cunt. After a few strokes in that position, I altered my position to a squat, straddling her on my feet, banging away at her feverishly like a wild animal. It felt incredible and the idea that my wife was lying a foot away watching me take this other woman in a position I had never been able to talk her into made it all the more intoxicating. Marly's cries of ecstasy were rising in both volume and pitch. She had lowered her face to the mattress and was resting on her forearms, positioning her posterior further upward in a manner that offered me even better vantage to slam away. Eventually it was all too much and the floodgates opened, I released my spunk deep within her love channel, groaning unintelligibly as I did. When I was done, I pulled out and stood, a thin strand of viscous fluid stretching from the tip of my cock to the slit of Marly's swollen clam, glistening in the flickering light of now three only candles. Trisha disappeared, but returned shortly with two hot, moist washcloths. After mopping off we chatted for a few minutes before all collapsing on the bed. All three of us were fast asleep in no time at all. I always wake up early, but the next morning it was nearly eight when I did. Trish and Marly were curled up to either side of me, deeply asleep. This time no one awoke as I quietly slipped off the mattress. After a shower and shave I made my way downstairs. I closed the flu and straightened up from the previous night. Trish's robe and Marly's pyjama pants were stealthily carried upstairs and left in the guestroom on the dresser as the two concubines lay dreaming. The unused bottle of champagne and now bucket of tepid water were removed on the way out. A pot of coffee was put on and I chopped various things in preparation for omelets at the appropriate time. I then settled in with the morning paper and a cuppa joe. A New Approach to an Old Problem It was one month to the day since my last orgasm when my wonderful Mistress called me into our bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a black mini-dress, her feet visible only through the gaps in her sluttiest shoes. She looked amazing and she knew it. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I obediently knelt, lowering my head in a gesture of compliance and submission. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful feet and wished that I could worship them, but I knew I must be patient. Her first words were delivered with little discernible emotion. "Have you touched your cock since I last punished you slave?" I shifted uneasily on my knees, my cock already starting to grow a little inside my jeans. "Yes Mistress." She sighed loudly, slightly exasperated by my lack of self-control. "I thought we agreed that MY cock is no longer yours to play with slave?" "We did Mistress, I am sorry..." "And yet still you touch it." "Yes Mistress." My head hung a little lower, the knowledge that I had yet again failed to fully live up to Mistress's expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders. "How many times?" "Three Mistress." "I see... and how many times have I touched it this month slave?" I wasn't expecting this question and had to quickly calculate the number from memory. "Eleven, I think, Mistress." "Eleven... that sounds quite generous, doesn't it?" "Yes Mistress, very generous." "And yet you still can't keep your grubby little hands off of it, can you?" "No Mistress." Mistress smoothed her hands down her thighs before continuing. "I tire of punishing you for the same infraction, over and over... in fact I'm starting to wonder if you enjoy being punished for your behaviour, since you seem to make so little effort to avoid it." I started to protest, but she held up a hand to silence me. "No, this time I'm going to try something different, something you will find much less appealing." I shifted nervously on my knees once more which brought a firm rebuke from my Mistress. "Keep still! Unless you want me to paddle your arse anyway." "Yes Mistress, I mean no Mistress... I am sorry Mistress." Mistress smirked at my obvious confusion. "Good. I take it that you can at least assure me that you did not push yourself too far and allow yourself to enjoy an orgasm at any time?" "Yes Mistress, I assure you, I would never do that." "Good slave, that pleases me greatly, but still I am determined to stop you touching what is no longer yours to touch." "Yes Mistress." "You say you have touched my cock three times this past month, well then, I shall not touch it for three weeks. That should teach you a lesson. And if that does not work then I shall have to think of something even more drastic and draconian to influence your behaviour." Three weeks! I couldn't believe it, but it was true enough that Mistress had told me time and again not to touch my cock and I had never managed to comply fully with her instructions, so I couldn't really argue. "Rest assured slave, if you cannot learn to control your actions I may have to take matters further and invest in something which will physically prevent you from playing with MY cock. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." She leaned forward now and lifted my head so that she could look me in the eyes. "I know the idea of being locked up appeals to you slave, but I'm sure you would soon come to regret it. Just imagine the pain and frustration you would suffer as you ate my pussy night after night, trapped in your chastity belt, those little spikes digging into your engorged cock as you licked me to orgasm..." She reached down and squeezed my throbbing cock through my jeans, noting how hard I was getting. "...that turns you on doesn't it, the thought of suffering at my hands?" "Yes Mistress." She stared directly into my eyes, as if trying to read my innermost thoughts. "I don't care if the thought of it turns you on," she whispered. "If I decide it is necessary to implement the use of a chastity belt, be assured that you will not enjoy it as much as you think you will. I will make damn sure of that." I felt my chin tremble slightly as she sat back up "Begin," she said leaning back on the bed slightly and lifting her right foot up just a few inches away from my face. I leaned forward and supported her foot in my hands, my cock throbbing even harder as I began to kiss her patent leather shoes. "That's it, worship my shoes like a good slave, a slave who knows his place..." Her words spurred me on to worship her feet even more enthusiastically, hoping that soon she would shed her footwear and allow me to indulge myself with the taste of her bare skin. But as the minutes ticked by Mistress showed no sign of doing so, indeed she seemed to be in no hurry to bring this part of the session to any sort of conclusion. After a while I glanced upwards to see that Mistress had rucked her mini dress up around her waist, exposing her beautiful thighs, and if that wasn't an erotic enough sight for a man who hadn't cum for thirty days, I also noticed that she was idly stroking her pussy through her black lingerie. "Keep your eyes down slave," she barked, slightly annoyed by my unauthorised peeking. "Yes Mistress," I gabbled between breaths, doubling my efforts to make her shoes feel thoroughly worshipped. Abruptly she pulled her foot away and instructed me to bend down and worship the other shoe on the floor. I bent forward and began to do as instructed and I felt her rest her other foot on my back and lay back flat on the bed. I must have stayed like that for a good ten minutes, kissing and licking the warm, shiny leather until Mistress groaned loudly and her foot shot upwards almost kicking me in the face. Once her foot had fallen back to the floor I resumed my duties as Mistress recovered from a powerful self-induced orgasm. Finally she sat up and told me to stop and kneel up. I complied immediately, my back somewhat stiff from the awkward position I had been holding, but not as stiff as my aching cock. A month without relief had left me desperate to be allowed to cum and I would do almost anything Mistress wanted if she would just permit me that release, however depraved. I kept my head bowed, the luscious scent of her pussy was in the air now and desperate as I was I would have gladly traded my much needed orgasm for the chance to taste her. Almost sensing what I was thinking I heard her sucking her own juices from her fingers before she leaned forward once more and planted a single delicate kiss on my lips. "My pussy tastes so good slave, don't you wish you could taste it properly?" "Yes Mistress," I said, visibly shuddering as I spoke the words. "That's a pity," she said. "If you hadn't played with my cock I would probably have let you eat me for as long as you wanted, but of course..." she tailed off leaving the sentence unfinished. I cursed myself silently for my lack of control. Almost as if she could read my mind Mistress let out a small but evil laugh at my obvious distress. "You want to taste me so badly don't you slave?" "Yes Mistress," I sighed, the ache in my voice more than apparent. "Not today slave." I must have looked absolutely heartbroken because Mistress quickly added that I should not worry as she would need my tongue soon enough. It was the first sign of compassion she had shown today. "Stand up," she ordered. I rose to my feet clumsily, my legs stiff after such a long time on my knees. I stood up straight, my hands clasped behind my back as I knew she liked me to present myself. She reached forward and lifted the front of my dark blue T-shirt, felt underneath for my belt and quickly unbuckled it. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my knees. Beneath the hem of my T-shirt my black cotton boxers bulged as my cock finally had the room to reach it's full height. Mistress stood up and smoothed her mini-dress down, the material clinging to her gorgeous, full breasts. She stepped closer and kissed me full on the lips, the taste of her pussy was overwhelming and I felt my cock pulse violently. She continued to kiss me, her tongue snaking into my mouth, offering me more of that addictive taste as she gently circled the tip of my cock with her finger tip. Then she grasped the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my upper half. I would loved to have taken the initiative and lifted her mini-dress off over her shoulders too, but knew it was not my place to do so. "Just think," she said reaching inside my boxer shorts and squeezing my cock rhythmically. "This is what you'll be missing for the next three weeks... think about that next time you are tempted to touch your cock without permission." I groaned loudly, a mixture of pleasure and absolute frustration, the thought of being denied her touch for so long was absolute torture and she knew it. "I'm sure the time will pass quickly," she whispered. "And you'll still be allowed to worship me, that should make it easier for you, shouldn't it?" "Yes Mistress' I croaked, not entirely convinced. "Are you going to touch my cock without permission again?" "No Mistress, never." "Really slave?" "Yes Mistress, I promise you." "Good, I knew this would be more effective than the paddle." "Yes Mistress." "You'd take just about anything I could give you now, wouldn't you, rather than wait three weeks to feel my fingers or my pussy on your cock?" "Yes Mistress," I groaned. "What if I said you could fuck me right now, in return for six strokes of the cane?" I hesitated a while as she gently manipulated my throbbing cock, a few drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip and soaking into the front of my boxers. As much as I wanted to be inside her and to cum hard within the tight wet warmth of her beautiful cunt, I wasn't sure I could handle that level of pain for the privilege. Eventually I gave the only answer I felt I could give in the circumstances. "If it pleases you Mistress." Sensing my reluctance, Mistress backed away and sat back down on the edge of the bed. She lifted her foot and pressed the sole against my crotch. The pressure was intensely pleasurable, but also dangerously stimulating. "No slave," she spat. "It doesn't. I have no intention of letting you cum inside me today, you do not deserve such pleasure until you can learn to obey my instructions. Of course... I could cane you anyway, just for fun..." I hoped she wouldn't and was relieved when she added, "...but perhaps it would be better saved for a day when you actually need it." I thanked her profusely, I am no pain slut and the cane is something I always strive to avoid at all costs. I felt Mistress's foot fall away and the pressure on my crotch subside, just in time as I was leaking more pre-cum onto the cotton boxers that were protruding from my groin. Mistress leaned forward once more and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, sliding them slowly down until my throbbing, erect stalk sprang loose and hung in the air just a few inches from her mouth. She moved forward as if in slow motion until she was just millimetres away from taking me between her parted lips and then looked up at me and breathed heavily onto my twitching cock. She pulled back, smiling wickedly and then reached for my balls. She curled her fingers behind my sack and circled the top with her finger and thumb. Her other fingers closed around the package and she began to squeeze my overflowing balls, a little harder every time. It was heavenly, but I was so close to cumming now it was becoming impossible to hold back, but I knew that I must for fear of repercussions. Mistress brought her other hand up and started to claw at my cock with her long painted nails, the pain was exquisite and I had to warn her that if she continued I would not be able to hold back. Mistress looked up at me, and after a few more seconds of squeezing and scratching she let go, just as I started to feel myself tipping over the edge. Thankfully, somehow, my cum stalled in it's tracks. It felt as though my cock was now primed full of cum and the slightest touch on any part of my throbbing length or balls would be enough to cause it to explode from the tip. I could almost feel it, hovering an inch from the end of my urethra, and I wondered how long I could reasonably hope to keep it there. Mistress studied me from her position on the bed, watched as my cock throbbed and bobbed in the air, desperate for that one last stroke which would truly signal the end of my chastity period. She must have known just from looking at me that my situation was desperate and she looked as if she was enjoying every second of it. "Don't you dare cum without permission slave," she warned, a hint of menace in her voice. I somehow managed to hold back, using every trick I could think of to maintain control for those vital last few seconds. She sat in silence for a short while, enjoying my internal struggle to obey her, before finally showing pity and ordering me to kneel once again. I sank to my knees, the impending orgasm receding slightly as the seconds ticked by, but still my cock felt like it was full of cum and ready to explode at any second. She reached out and squeezed my left nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. She squeezed it harder, and harder again before moving over to the other one, eventually leaving both of them tender and bullet hard. "Three weeks slave, three long weeks without my touch... how will you cope with that?" "I don't know Mistress," came my honest answer. "Well, there's one thing slave, you'd better not touch MY cock without permission, otherwise I will just roll that three weeks over, and I'll keep rolling it over until I know MY cock has felt no pleasure for a whole three weeks, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "You'd better." She stared at me for at least a couple of minutes, her hard nipples clearly visible through the clingy material of her mini-dress. "That being said... you have given me some lovely orgasms this last month and I wouldn't want you to think that your efforts aren't appreciated..." "Thank you Mistress." Her approval meant more to me than she could possibly imagine. "Appreciated, but expected nonetheless slave!" "Of course Mistress." She dragged her nails down my body, across both nipples, down across my stomach and either side of my twitching cock to the middle of my thighs, the pain was absolute heaven. "As such, I have decided that you will be allowed to cum today slave." "Thank you Mistress," I gasped, realising that I had been holding my breath and genuinely relieved that the pressure she had built up inside me would be granted release today. "The only question is where..." I looked up at her hopefully as she lifted the hem of her mini-dress to expose her black lacy panties. "I already said not today," she snarled, dropping the hem and smiling at my visible disappointment. I lowered my gaze once more, not wishing to annoy her or jeopardize any other avenues which might currently remain open. "I know where you'd like to cum," she said. "And I might let you if you beg nicely enough." I raised my head slightly and looked up at her, unsure as to which part of her she was referring to. I was pretty sure it was either her breasts or her feet, but I knew that it was more likely to be her feet and if I begged to cum on her breasts and she meant her feet she might not allow me to cum at all. After a few seconds of deliberation I decided to play safe. "My wonderful Mistress... may I please be permitted to cum on your beautiful feet?" "Perhaps..." she said enigmatically. "Or, perhaps you might choose an alternative." I looked at her a little dumbly, confused by this new development. "It's up to you of course, I know you love my feet and I'm sure you would love to spray your load all over them, but..." She paused for a moment watching me as I pictured her cum covered feet in my mind's eye. "...let's not be too hasty. As it stands, you are about to begin three long weeks of complete denial... what if there was a way you could reduce that, would you be interested?" I let the thought permeate my brain and a warning light flashed inside my head, what if she was going to offer the cane as an alternative? "I'm not sure Mistress," I answered cautiously. Mistress raised an eyebrow. "Well slave, it's your choice, should I at least give you your options?" "Yes...please Mistress." "Very well slave, you may cum on my feet, but if you do then you will wait the full three weeks as previously decided. Alternatively, you may cum on my shoes, in which case your period of denial will be reduced to two weeks, or you can cum in your own hand, in which case you will only have to endure a single week. Lastly, you can choose to forego your orgasm altogether, in which case your punishment will be annulled completely." Mistress paused for a moment, allowing my choices to sink in before adding. "And of course I don't need to tell you slave, that wherever you choose to cum, if you choose to cum, you will be licking up your mess for me..." "Yes Mistress, of course Mistress." The last part was no big deal for me as I had long since become accustomed to the taste of my own cum and would gladly swallow it for my Mistress at any time, indeed I could not remember the last time she had allowed me to cum without the proviso that I would swallow my cum for her. "Well..." I realised that perhaps twenty seconds had passed since Mistress had finished laying out my options and I was no nearer to making a decision. I knew that foregoing my orgasm completely was not an option, since I was still hovering perilously close to climax. Cumming in my hand would mean only seven days of waiting, but wouldn't be nearly as satisfactory as licking my cum from Mistress's beautiful feet, but the thought of waiting three long weeks was just too much. "I'm waiting slave, decide quickly or I will decide for you." Spurred into action by Mistress's threat I quickly made my choice and blurted out my decision. "Shoes Mistress... please may I be allowed to cum on your shoes..." Mistress smiled wickedly. "Good slave, I'm pleased with your choice... I would have been disappointed if you'd taken too easy an option, so then, perhaps I could tempt you to make another decision for me?" I looked into Mistress's beautiful dark eyes and wondered what evil twist she had in store for me now. "Ruin it for me and I'll halve your punishment." Oh God no, she couldn't do that, not now... but it would bring her touch that much closer, and it was clear from her voice that she wanted it, as such anything else would be putting my own pleasure before hers, and that was a novices' error that would be bound to lead to some kind of punishment further down the line. I swallowed hard and bowed my head. "I will ruin it for you Mistress." Mistress shifted restlessly on the bed and I was sure that my absolute submission was making her pussy very wet indeed, perhaps there would be a chance for me to taste her after all. "Good slave," she purred as she lifted her foot up to my chest. "Take my shoes off." Once again I looked at her dumbly, and then the penny dropped, she had tricked me. I thought I had agreed to lick my cum off her shoes while they were still on her feet, but in actual fact... As the realisation began to dawn on me Mistress couldn't help but let out a giggle at my foolishness. She had set a trap and I had walked right into it and now I would have to completely humiliate myself in front of her. I reached up and obediently unbuckled the strap at the back of Mistress's heel, gazing longingly at Mistress's adorable toes and the other parts of her feet that were plainly visible in the gaps between the patent leather strips that made up the shoes in question. How could I have been so stupid? A New Approach to an Old Problem I removed the shoe and Mistress offered her other foot, her hand already moving between her legs as she reveled in her utter dominance over me. I removed the second shoe and placed them together on the floor in front of me, my cock still achingly hard and throbbing above them. Mistress opened her legs now and blatantly pushed her fingers inside her sodden panties, masturbating freely as she watched me do her bidding. Her shoulder length hair hung back from her head as she leaned back, watching me through half closed eyes as she brought herself closer and closer to another orgasm. "Do it," she hissed mercilessly. I reached down and curled my fingers around my poor throbbing cock, it responded immediately and within a dozen strokes I felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm approaching. I held back for as long as I could, determined to extract the maximum possible pleasure from my ruined orgasm, but not daring to overstep the mark for fear of further punishment. Mistress moaned as she felt her own orgasm approach and I joined in as I felt the first rope of cum erupt half-heartedly from my throbbing stalk. I had obediently taken my hand away a few seconds previously and now could only watch and clench my muscles desperately as I tried in vain to garner some pleasure from the orgasm that she had robbed me of. I looked up to see her still watching me, her eyes narrow slits as she masturbated furiously, her fingers moving frantically inside her panties until with a sharp cry she bucked wildly, falling back onto the bed as she thrashed her way through a massively intense orgasm. It was probably the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. I looked down at my still twitching, still rock-hard, unsatisfied cock and the cum covered shoes laying on the carpet below. Mistress lay flat out on the bed, breathing heavily, her face flushed, she wasn't watching me now, but I knew what I had to do, what I must always do when I am allowed release, ruined or not. I picked up the right shoe, lifted it to my mouth and eagerly began cleaning up my cum... A New Approach to Latin "Miss Hamilton. Please wait behind after class. I want to talk to you about your composition." A crocodile of chattering, pinafored girls make their way out of the classroom, their braids and bunches bumping gently against shoulders and bags. Slowly, you finish packing your satchel, leaving the incriminating Latin book out on the desk. "Come here, please." I take a seat at my desk. You approach, eyes downcast, the book clutched in front of your chest like a shield. "Miss Hamilton, I don't believe you did any study for this recent composition. You made trivial, careless mistakes and your handwriting was practically illegible. What have you to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, Miss Birch. I'll try harder next time." "Miss Hamilton, I think you need some extra tuition, in the light of your upcoming final exams. I will not have my young ladies making mistakes like this at the age of eighteen, it is most unbecoming. You are to come to my rooms at 8pm sharp tonight. I also feel you were sloppy and slapdash, for which you will receive punishment. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Birch." Your voice trembles. "Dismissed." As you turn to leave, I take up the board duster and begin to beat the chalk dust out with a ruler. ----------- 8pm prompt. A furtive, frightened tapping on my door. "Come." You enter. Your uniform is spotless, I note with approval, sharply creased and smelling faintly of outdoors. Your hair is tightly pulled back, revealing all of your features, those feline, uptilted eyes I've been watching for weeks. Despite your nervousness, you cannot keep yourself from drinking in the sights of my room - such a change from my external, severe persona; and the summons to a teacher's room happens so rarely, it is worth the possible rudeness of gawking. The armchairs are overstuffed, worn chocolate leather. Red and gold drapes hang from a window overlooking the lake. A low fire crackles and pops gently on the grate, the scent of cedar rising from it to mix with the heavy perfume of deep red roses from the vase above. The furniture is pushed back against the cool, stone walls; and in the centre of the room, all alone, stands a matching leather stool. I put down my book and swiftly cross to the door, locking it behind you. I can almost see the shiver of fear run down your spine as you remember you're here to receive punishment, not to stare about. I take you by the shoulders and propel you to the stool. "Take off your panties, raise your skirt and lie across the stool, please." You swallow hard. "My...my panties, Miss Birch?" "Yes, Miss Hamilton. Nothing less than a bare-bottomed caning will have the desired effect." Slowly, reluctantly, you raise your skirt. Shyly, you turn around as you take off your underwear and I have my first glimpse of your bottom. "Please raise your skirt higher and lie across the stool." I reach for the cane from its place on the wall. It is an unusual instrument, not crook-headed as you would normally expect. It has a straight, thick, glossy black handle which is rounded at the tip. It was passed to me by a former teacher of mine who also taught at this school when I was a girl. I place my hand in the small of your back. You feel my nails grip slightly, and a shudder passes through you as you await the searing pain of the cane. The blow takes you by surprise, and you cry out in shock. It sounds like a gunshot in the quiet room, and barely a second later, fire rips across the globes of your bottom, causing tears to start in your eyes. "Quiet, please." Again, the gunshot strike. It's hard to tell if the pain is greater or lesser this time, lying just under the first blow. Another lands, and another. Then another. The whole of your bottom is on fire now. I can see you biting your lips hard as tears trickle from the corners of your beautiful eyes. There is a pause. The screaming pain settles down into a firey throbbing, and you risk a brief glance at your torturer. My hair has tumbled out of its tight knot and waves around my head like some wild Medusa creature. I am breathing hard and my breasts pull at the buttons of my silk blouse; through the gap created you catch a brief glimpse of black lace. My skirt has ridden up my thighs, showing the tops of my stockings. I look down lovingly at the stripes I have created. Bright red weals sing out their agony to me, criss-crossing your buttocks and down onto the tops of your thighs. Your eyes have closed as the pain washes over you, but there's a little half-smile on your lips. A long sigh escapes you, and I can't resist one more lash, right across the crease where your bottom meets your thighs. Gently, I reach down to confirm what I already knew. You're soaking wet. "You're a bad girl, Miss Hamilton. And bad girls need education." I stroke the hair back from your face. Leaning down, I plant a soft kiss on your lips as my hand slides across your still-singing buttocks into the cleft between your legs. Slowly, slowly, I rub my thumb across you, back and forth, back and forth, in hypnotic motion, building the speed and the pressure as you open underneath me like a flower under sunlight. Your breath is ragged, unable to believe what is happening to you and yet falling, flowing into the sensation as it builds. You push your bottom back onto my hand, wanting more, begging me to tip you over the edge although you cannot say a word. Then my fingers are inside you and you clutch the stool in shock and hunger, desperate to be filled. I press down hard as we move together now, my own crisis approaching as I see the first ever wave of yours crash over your face. Somehow, we are on the floor, my hand working hard between your thighs, your face pressed into my breasts, hands clawing off my blouse and bra to take my nipples in your mouth. I twist my other hand in your hair, crushing you against me as we fall together into the vast, welcoming ocean of the little death...and at the last second I take my hand away from you and squeeze your buttocks hard. The pain explodes through you as your body convulses in pleasure, the twin sensations closing down all rational thought, and you nip at my breasts, your hands fluttering over my body as it breaks on the shore of your virginity. After a moment, I rise from the carpet and cover you with a rug. Dressing myself quickly, I pour you a glass of water and help you to come out of your stupor. Eventually, you pull yourself together enough to straighten your blouse and skirt and stand up. You pick up your Latin book from the table as the clock chimes nine-thirty...almost lights-out time. I hear the Matron climbing the stair, on the prowl for the last girls out of bed. Quietly, I unlock the door and open it as she comes past, her lamp swinging. "Thank you for your instruction, Miss Birch..." Your eyes shine. "You're welcome, Miss Hamilton. Do feel free to ask for help in future - when your creative juices are not flowing as they should." "I will. Good night, Miss Birch." "Good night, Miss Hamilton." I wait till you reach the head of the staircase. "Oh, Miss Hamilton?" You look up, startled. "You got 97% on your composition." The door clicks as it closes on your astonished face. I see your discarded panties on the carpet, and take them into my bedroom. A New Approach It was a little after ten when I heard sounds upstairs. Investigating, I found the guestroom vacant and the shower in the bathroom running. Much giggling was going on and when I ventured into the bath it was obvious that the two ladies were enjoying each other much indeed. I hollered a "Good morning ladies!". "Good morning indeed!" came the first reply. "Good morning stud puppy!" was the second, which came as a bit of a surprise as I realized it came from not from Marly, but from demure Trish. Leaving them to their steamy soapy interlude, I returned downstairs. Twenty minutes later there was still no sign of them, so I retraced my steps upstairs. There were no sounds coming from the bath anymore, but definitely a few from the guest room. Within I discovered the two of them lying on their sides locked in a sixty nine embrace. Each one' face was firmly plated between the other's thighs, eliciting much moaning and squealing from the other. I felt a bit like an intruder but at the same time was mesmerized by the scene. Quietly I stripped off the T and silk boxers I had put on after my shower. Then I stood in the doorway, cock in hand, as I watched and listened to these two beautiful women lick each other into throes of ecstasy. When they together climaxed in a cacophony of moans and shrieks, so did I, grabbing the T to use as a cum rag. Another forty minutes later we all sat down to a brunch of omelets, toast, coffee, and mimosas (you didn't think I was going to let that champagne go to waste did you?). The conversation flowed freely and Trish took the opportunity to explain a few things. "When I finally realized just how frustrated I have made you over the years I was really devastated. I thought I'd been a pretty good wife. I've been faithful, I've tried to make you happy otherwise, but I guess I'll just never ever have the level of interest in sex or need that you do. I love the intimacy that goes with it, but basically I just want to get to that part. The rest of it doesn't really matter as much to me." "But you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself whenever I'm inside you." I interjected. "True, but by then we're into the intimacy mode." "Big time." I chortled. It was nice to be able to just talk easily like this about sex. The previous night had had a profound effect. Somehow a great weight had been lifted away. "Well anyway, Marly and I had lunch the next day and I told her about our conversation. She was really very helpful in just being there to listen and she was the one that suggested that maybe we needed to let someone else into our lives. I thought it was an interesting proposition, but I told her I couldn't imagine how one would go about finding the right person. She said maybe someone might be right there under my nose. I realized right away that she meant herself. She then confided in me that she is bisexual and that she had always been very attracted to me from a physical standpoint." "Not hard to believe." I chimed in. Trish blushed a bit and continued. "At first I was shocked and embarrassed, but then I got to thinking about it. I had to admit I had always like her appearance and liked her company. I thought about how good it made me feel when she touches me on the shoulder or the arm as we speak, how much I enjoy the way she smiles, how lovely her eyes are, and how her scent seems to linger in my consciousness. I thought , what the hell, maybe it was worth a try. I also thought that she has become a good enough friend that if it didn't work out, things would probably be all right still between us." Pausing for a sip of coffee, she seemed to be giving her next words a lot of consideration. "Last night went even better than I could have imagined. I never thought I could possibly enjoy sex with a woman or that I'd be able to handle the idea of watching other people have sex, let alone lay there and watch my husband make love to another woman. But I was fine with it. In fact I found it very erotic. I propose that we continue to all three of us see each other. Not just all three together, but as pairs as well. You should feel free to be with Marly whenever you'd like or whenever the need arises. It can be here or it can be at her place if she's OK with that. The same goes for me. I think I'd like to have time with her alone as well. Of course, I hope we can have many many more nights that involve all three of us together too. Are you OK with something like that?" "ummm... sounds too good to be true." Trish and Marly both giggled and Trish resumed. "One thing I'd like to ask though - that we always tell each other that we've been with one of the others." That seemed more than reasonable enough and so it was agreed upon. Since then that's pretty much the way things have gone. Sometimes I visit Marly at lunch or in the afternoon when we can both get away from work. She loves any excuse to get naked. She and Trish have "nooners" as well once in a while. Sometimes she comes over and has sex with one or the other of us, sometimes she spends the night with one or the other and sometimes its all three of us. One night recently Trish stayed over at her house. She called around eleven to let me know she was planning to stay through. "Come wake us in the morning, OK." "With pleasure." "Love you." "Love you too."