Breaking new ground

I experienced a few firsts today.

The first one I have been experiencing every day for a week or so. I haven't had an orgasm, ruined or otherwise, for over three weeks. The duration of denial is not something I've kept a close eye on, although I realise that this is definitely a 'personal best'.

The next first was what my wife said whilst edging me in the shower this morning. She had got me to the point where I was begging for release, and for the first time I really meant it, when she told me that I wasn't to come and I wasn't getting an orgasm at the time. Why, she asked, should she let me come when she was realy enjoying all of the attention & consideration she was getting at the moment?

A fair question, which I was in no state to answer at the time. I just begged and whimpered.

It was at this point she threatened me with the glass dildo. A week or so ago I finally pursuaded her to use it on my anus & prostate. It was great and I think she finally understood what it can do for a man. The result is that she has gone from being very turned off by any kind of anal play to, over the months, being open to trying it out on me. After last week she seems quite keen!

A fantasy sent to my wife...

In a moment of madness or courage (I'm not sure which) I sent this to my good lady.

Chapter 1 – This is how it’ll be

I’m not sure how you’ve managed it, but when I wake I’m lying diagonally across the bed, with my head pointing towards the gap between the door and the mirror on the wall. And you’ve managed to cuff both of my hands in the under-mattress restraints we put in ages ago. The straps that link the cuffs underneath the mattress are loose; the right strap goes to the bottom right corner of the bed, the left to the top right corner.

I realise, with a delicious thrill of anticipation, that my right ankle is also cuffed. The strap for this cuff is joined to the bottom left corner of the bed.

I am already turned on. Not surprising, really; I’ve just woken up and I’m always horny first thing.

Since the summer, we’ve been playing at male orgasm denial. After a bit of a break, we’ve started again and I haven’t had an orgasm for nearly two weeks. You have. In fact, you’ve had quite a few. As far as I know they’ve all been courtesy of my tongue, but I have been away for the last week or so. Maybe you’ve been indulging yourself in my absence. The thought turns me on a bit more and my dick twitches. I like to think of you playing with yourself, luxuriantly fucking yourself with a dildo whilst you cup one breast and pinch a nipple, your eyes closed and your lips parted with little gasps and moans of pleasure. Maybe I could be involved in that. I like the idea of my tongue and a chunky, vibrating dildo working together to give you big, hot, wet orgasms.

To stop me from pleasuring myself we’ve been keeping my cock locked in a chastity device. A Watchful Mistress to be precise. It’s a shiny, stainless steel cage for my cock and it works. I like the feeling of my balls being held in their own ‘bondage cradle’ by the back ring and my cock being something only you have the key to. So, you’re the Keyholder to my pleasure.  As part of this game we’ve started saying it’s not my cock and balls any more. They belong to you. That’s a bit of a turn on.

At least, in the sexual sense they belong to you (And when it comes to a man’s cock and balls, that’s all that really counts. At least, that’s what you’ve said when you milk my cock and balls in the shower in the morning!); you control when I get pleasure from them and I only get pleasure when you decide I do. I like the more sexually dominant you that I see emerging since we started playing this chastity game. I love that you feel your sexual pleasure takes precedence over mine. These days the only time the cage comes off is when I’m working out or in bed with you.

You tap my left ankle and say “Left ankle.” I move my left ankle towards the remaining cuff which is joined to the top, left corner of the bed.

“So,” I begin.

“Shush,” you say. “Move yourself so you’re straight across the bed.”

I shift myself so that I’m now lying straight across our bed with my head pointed at the mirror. You tighten the leg straps so that my legs are slightly parted. I look up and catch a glimpse of you in the mirror, wearing a dressing gown, hair pulled back.

My cock is pinned between me and the mattress and a fidget to relieve the pressure. This just makes me stick my arse up slightly. You don’t seem to notice.

You quickly walk round the bed and tighten the straps linked to the wrist cuffs, pulling my arms wide. My head is now resting on the mattress, my face is turned to the right.

“Lift your head.” I do so and you quickly fit a sleeping mask over it. I cannot see.

And then you walk out of the room.

I hear the door close and another open on the landing. And then the shower starts. A few minutes later I can hear you washing in it. This seems to last a while. Then it stops and I can hear a few indistinct sounds and a door opens. I guess this is you leaving the bathroom. Another door opens and closes, further away this time. You must be in one of the spare rooms. I hear some clunking noises and then a hairdryer starts up.

I sigh. This seems to be taking ages. I had expected a bit of S&M this morning, having my arse spanked or whipped as you experimented with your emerging dominant side. My erection has subsided totally.

The hairdryer stops. It’s very quiet. I listen. Nothing. Another ten minutes or so passes.

I hear the spare room door open and you walking towards our bedroom. The door opens and you walk in. I can smell a perfumed body and the rich smell of scented oil rubbed into skin. You move around the room until you are stood behind me. The hairs on my skin begin to rise in anticipation.

“For the next couple of hours you will only say two words to me,” you say in a matter of fact tone. “These will be ‘yes’ and ‘Mistress’ in that order. Is that clear?”

I smirk. “Well, if you insist –“

I don’t hear the whip cutting through the air, just feel the sting as it cracks across my right buttock. “Oww! Jesus fucking Chri –“ Another crack, across the left buttock. I wrench my body to the right, pulling suddenly against the restraints. Yet another crack. And another. They sting more than they hurt, but I feel awfully exposed.

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!” I shout, trying not to laugh.

“Good. You will also answer to the name FuckToy. Do you understand, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You are FuckToy. My FuckToy. I am your Mistress. I own you.  Can do to you what I like to you. You will do as you are told. Does my FuckToy understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you’re having lots of dirty thoughts about what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Suddenly you climb onto the bed, straddling my naked, burning backside.  Can feel your pants rubbing against me, your smooth, oiled legs either side of my buttocks, your shoes chaffing slightly against the sides of my knees. You lean over me, your bra-encased tits press against my back. My cock is hard again, uncomfortable between me and the mattress. I push my arse back against you, raising my hips to take the weight off my cock.

“Stop fidgeting, FuckToy,” you admonish me, pushing and holding my head against the mattress, pausing briefly to dig your nails quickly into my skin. Then you whisper into my ear; “I love you, dearest. And I know you want this. But just in case, the safe word is ‘pickle.’ Say it and we stop.”

“OK.”

Nails dig into my left shoulder and the whip is swung down onto my right calf muscle.

“Try again, FuckToy!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I say quickly.

“Hmmm,” you say, “better. Well, Fucktoy, today you’re getting your fantasy. I know what you like. I’ve seen those FemDom websites and blogs you’ve read. Now you’re going to get it. And I’m going to enjoy giving it to you. Isn’t that great?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Kneel for me, FuckToy.”

I drag my knees up as best I can. It’s a little tricky with my arms and legs tied as they are. My chest and face remain on the bed and now my arse is sticking in the air. I feel very exposed and vulnerable but turned on at the same time.

I feel your hand on my ballsack. You give it a gentle tug and my rock-hard penis bobs.

“This will hurt. But you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You squeeze, pull down and twist slightly. It hurts, but it’s not especially bad. You know this.

“More, Fucktoy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“OK then.”

This time it really does hurt. You hold my balls in your clenched hand, squeezing and twisting them, digging in your nails slightly. I groan through gritted teeth, my eyes clenched shut.

“These are mine to do with as I wish, aren’t they?” You squeeze a little harder to reinforce the point.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp. The pain has suddenly become nauseating.

“Would you like some more?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You begin to squeeze and release my balls, twisting them around and digging your nails in. The pain isn’t quite excruciating, but it’s pretty bad. I’m groaning and crying out in pain. I consider using the safe word, but not yet. And I trust you not to do any lasting damage.

You stop and run a hand over my buttocks and up my back.

“Mmmmm,” you purr into my ear. “God, I love abusing you, FuckToy. It get’s me hot and wet. Very hot and wet. Maybe I will show you in a bit. Would you like that, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Ooohhh, good FuckToy. My pussy is getting a bit juicy now. Maybe I should let you worship it with your tongue…”

You run your hand back down my back and under to my ballsack, where you begin massaging it gently, giving it a little tug every now and again.

“You love this, don’t you FuckToy? Look how hard your cock is.”

With that, you run your hand along my cock. It feels exquisite.

“Oh, God. Yes, Mistress.”

Your hand is snatched away and there is a long pause. I feel you move on the bed, slightly away from me. I think I know what is coming.

“Your Mistress told you what to say and what not to say, didn’t she?”

The whip slaps across my exposed arse twice in quick succession.  Even though I knew it was coming, I cry out in pain.

“Oh, do shut up, FuckToy, you love this!” you hiss viciously. Another whip, across my back.

“You do love this, don’t you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Shall I continue whipping you for a while, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You love it when I do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Another crack across my back, then backside and then thighs.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Having me whip and dominate you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like me to totally use and humiliate you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Of course you would, FuckToy. I know it turns you on to be mine, to be abused by me. It makes me hot as well. Aren’t you lucky that it turns me on to abuse you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You lucky thing,” you giggle and then sigh.

I feel you lean over me, your left hand resting on my right shoulders as you lean forward, your nails dig in slightly. I grunt in pain. My head is turned to the right and I feel your breath on my cheek as you lean in close to my face.

“Does that hurt FuckToy?” you ask, digging your nails in a bit harder. “I hope so. I like to cause you pain, knowing that you lap it up. God, I could whip your arse bloody and you’d still thank me, wouldn’t you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You chuckle softly and I feel your finger brush against my lips.

“Suck,” you whisper.

I open my mouth and you slide your finger in. I can taste your pussy. I suck on your finger, eagerly cleaning your juices from it. You slide another finger in and I lick at the one.

“I know you love to taste my pussy. God, look at you sucking my fingers clean. Maybe I should have you clean my dildo the same way.”

You pull your fingers from my mouth and your body shifts slightly, leaning against me.

“Ooooh, that feels good. I’m fingering my hot pussy, FuckToy. It’s getting very wet now. I’ve got myself very turned on. Here.” And you slide the two fingers back into my mouth. “I love watching you suck my fingers. Suck them clean, FuckToy, taste your Mistress’s pussy. Maybe you’ll get to put your tongue in later. I might enjoy that. I bet you really want to. I bet you would really love to eat my cunt. Hmmm?”

You pull your fingers out of my mouth.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp. My cock is bobbing about underneath me. “Yes, Mistress” I say again, a note of pleading in my voice.

“Maybe I’ll let you. In a bit. I kind of enjoyed watching you suck my fingers. Desperate to taste my cunt in any way. I like having you desperate. Makes it easier to get you to do what I want. Mmmmm.”

You run your hand along my back and arse, grabbing my right buttock and giving it a light slap, then a squeeze, sinking your nails into and holding them there.

“I bet that feels good. I bet that feels real good. I bet,” you continue, “that Mistress’s FuckToy loves feeling a set of claws sinking into his arse.” You suddenly increase the pressure and I yelp.

“Yes, Mistress!”

You ease off the pressure a bit.

“You know,” you continue, “I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for you, FuckToy. I mean, a lot. You’ve been away working and suchlike…” You pause, let go of my buttock move round so your kneeling on the bed, next to my right thigh.

“Oooh, look at your bum. It looks a bit angry. You should see some of these marks. There’s the ones from my claws…” You tap each mark on my right buttock with the tip of one of your nails.

“The whip’s left a few good welts as well, FuckToy.” You run the tip of your nail along a couple of them. The sensation is a weird mix of ecstasy and hot pain. “Hmmm, you might not be sitting down comfortably for a day or so,” you continue before sharply jabbing the nail into the middle of a welt. I bellow and my arse jerks forwards and sideways, away from your hand. It really hurts and I have to bite my lip in frustration as I cannot rub the pain away.

You sigh. “You know, FuckToy, something’s going to have to change here.” You rest a hand gently on my backside. “Really. I was telling you about the trouble I’ve been to, trying to sort things out for your fantasy and then, when we get to it, you bounce around on the bed like some sort of idiot. It’s not good enough, is it? It smacks of a lack of respect and appreciation for your Mistress, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmm, yes,” you whisper into my ear. “Yes, indeed. It’s pretty poor, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My voice is resigned.

“I will have respect, you know. I’m going to punish you now,” you say matter-of-factly. “While I’m doing it, you will not move. You will demonstrate your respect by staying absolutely still. Failure to do so will result in something… unpleasant.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“But, before I start, just to let you know that I care about my little FuckToy, I’ll give you something to help you along.” Your hand snakes under my balls and along my cock. I hadn’t noticed, but it’s lost a bit of its erection. In fact, it’s lost quite a bit.

“Oh, dear. This isn’t so good,” you say, caressing it, “I want this nice and hard. I want to see your cock like a fucking pole.”

I groan with pleasure. It feels good. My cock feels super-sensitive to your touch and gets hard, quickly. I’m enjoying your caressing which turns into a full on hand job.

“That’s better, FuckToy. I want you to enjoy me wanking you off. I bet you’d like to cum for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. But not yet. Not just yet. I own your orgasms, FuckToy. I decide when you cum.” You keep wanking my cock, running your fist along its length. “How long since you came? It must be at least ten days, I guess. Ten days without cumming while your cock has been locked up. You kept it locked up for me while you were away, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, over ten days. No playing with it. No wanking over porn. I bet you looked at some porn while you were away this week, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Probably some of that FemDom stuff. I know you like it. I like it too. Well, I like the idea of dominating you like they do in those clips you saved.” You pause, still stroking my cock. “Anyway, we digress. I’m going to punish you. But I’m giving you a bit of pleasure now, FuckToy, because I really, I mean, I really do want you to enjoy this. I enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it.” You increase the pace on my cock, lean forward and whisper urgently in my ear; “I want you to love me punishing you. I want you to get off on it. I want you to get hard every time you see me with a whip in my hand, when you think about it. I want you to beg me to punish you several times a week because you enjoy it.” You laugh. “God, the thought of that makes me so fucking hot. My cunt is soaking now. I want you on your hands and knees, pleading with me, your Goddess, to whip you.”

I am so close to cumming it isn’t funny. I’m moaning with pleasure.

“Don’t cum, FuckToy. Not yet. Later.”

You keep stroking my cock. I am fighting the urge to cum.

“Don’t cum, FuckToy,” your tone is harsh, “not until I say you can. You have to earn it. You have to be punished first.”

I groan again and you laugh.

“You want me to punish you so you can cum?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You keep stroking my cock and use your other hand to tug downwards on my balls. I am so close. It feels exquisite. Your rub your hand over the crown of my cock, caressing it’s length.

“Say it again. You want me to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…. Yes, Mistress.”

“Good FuckToy”

Without missing a beat you whip me. But not with the whip you were using earlier. This is with a lash, something with multiple tails made of strips. It doesn’t sting quite as much but is more like being given a slap.

“You love this don’t you? Say thank you!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“No.” Thwack! “No.” Thwack! “No!” Thwack! “Say thank you!” Thwack!

“Thank you, Mistress!”

“Good FuckToy. I think you can say thank you from time to time, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“More punishment, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

Three more times you strike me before sliding your hand back under my balls and along my prick, from the base to the head. “Mmm, yeah,” you sigh, stroking it back and forth, “nice and hard. Guess you did enjoy your punishment.” Your fingers slide over the head, picking up some pre-cum on your finger tips, which you rub into the glans. “Oooh, you are enjoying it!” you laugh, “good! I guess you’ve earned the right to cum. But not just yet. I want to keep you on the edge of exploding for as long as possible. Do you want me to tell you why?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My voice is quavering slightly. You stop caressing my cock and I relax. I didn’t realise how tense I had become. I allow my body to sag in relief. My cock, however, is still straining.

“The longer I keep you from cumming, the bigger the bang will be when you do. But you know this. What I’ve noticed is that the longer I keep you from cumming and the more teasing I do, the more I dominate you, the more you get turned on. But if I control your orgasms you have to be nice to me or you don’t cum. I’ve noticed that you’re really nice to me if I don’t let you cum for a while and I keep up with the teasing. I’ve also noticed that the longer I keep you in this denial, the more subservient you get.” You pause and I feel you sit back on the bed. You stroke my thigh with one hand and continue; “I like it when you’re subservient to me. You do as well. I know you do. You want me to dominate you, punish and use you, and still you want to worship me. All because you’re subservient and I control your orgasms.”

You pause, as if thinking.

“I do enjoy dominating you,” you say, “I want to make you my total slave. I want to be able to fuck you how I want. I want endless sexual pleasure. Do you know what, I’m going to take it, because you want me to, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say quietly.

“You want me to have all the orgasms I can handle, don’t you?” you say as you begin stroking my cock again. My body twists with pleasure.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want me to totally own you, dominate and abuse you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Without recourse?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So I get orgasms and sexual pleasure when I want, irrespective of you? You may come to regret that,” you chuckle dirtily. “Oooh, I’m fingering my cunt while I stroke your cock, FuckToy. It is very wet. Very.” You sigh with pleasure. “You want me to put all my pleasure before yours, don’t you? That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I am so incredibly turned on now. I’m not sure what your goal was, if you had any when you tied me up as I woke up, but you seemed to have thought your way from a bit of S&M fun to being a complete dominatrix whose slave has willingly surrendered control of his orgasms to you. And I have come to realise that I want this, more than anything.

“I’m going to do it, you know. You want it, don’t you? You want me to put my sexual pleasure above any consideration for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, because I own your cock and I’ve only just started with today’s session. I’m going to use and abuse you, because it turns both of us on, and then I’m going to have one orgasm after another. And because you’ve agreed that my pleasure comes before yours, you’re going to have to wait for your orgasm, my little FuckToy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Wonderful. I’m very happy that you think so, FuckToy. Stay there,” you snigger and walk out of the room.

Silence. My body feels tired already. I’m not sure how long we’ve been at this. Not long? Half an hour? Two hours? No idea. The welts and bruises where you’ve abused me are hot and my cock is so hard that the need to cum is almost painful. If you told me to fuck you now, to drive my cock into your hungry pussy I doubt if I would last long. The scenario runs through my head; you’re underneath me, legs spread wide. You beckon me towards you, wrapping one arm around my neck and grabbing my cock with your other hand and guiding it into your pussy. You look into my eyes and say: “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum, FuckToy.” And I do. Sliding my rock hard penis in and out of your wet, slippery cunt, listening to you gasp in pleasure each time I thrust forwards. I wonder how long I would last. Long enough, I hope. Long enough for you to cum and, hopefully, give me permission to cum.

I hear the door open and you enter. My cock, still hard, gets even harder at the sound of your voice; “Still here, FuckToy? I guess that means you want to be here. My word, you must really enjoy being abused by me. Still, that is what you signed up for isn’t it? To be mine to do with as I will, you subservient, little creature.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Still, I know I have to keep your interest if I want you to worship me.” I can hear you smile. “So I’ve got some more fun and games for you.”

I hear you walk around the room behind me. From the sounds I’m pretty sure you’re wearing high heels, but it’s difficult to tell as the room is carpeted. I hear a quiet squirting noise – lube being dispensed? I tense slightly, not knowing what is coming next and manage not to flinch when your hand closes around my scrotum; your hand is cool and wet. You circle to top of my ball sack with your thumb and forefinger and gently pull down, slowly allowing my balls to slide through. The sensation is both calming and arousing. I moan quietly.

“That’s it, FuckToy. Relax”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress”

“Your balls seem quite swollen. I hope they’re full of jizz for me and that you haven’t been wasting any while you’ve been away.” You caress them, massaging them between your lubricated fingers, always keeping the scrotum pulled downwards with a gentle pressure. Your other hand is rubbing gently at the base of my spine, moving in a circle down towards my arse and back again. I allow my back to relax as I take my weight on my chest. My arse is still in the air and probably quite obscenely exposed.

Briefly, the hand that was massaging my back drifts down the crack of my arse and tickles at my anus.  I jerk involuntarily and my anus spasms in response. I hear you giggle. “Oooh, look!” You trail a lubricated finger tip around the cleft of my arse, not quite touching the crinkled skin of my anus as it twitches. “Well, well, well,” you say.

You continue massaging my balls, ignoring my cock for the time being. After a while you begin to talk again, still massaging my balls. “You know, FuckToy,” you say casually, like it means nothing, “I’m going to take you to the next level.”

Suddenly I feel something hard, cold and wet nudging at my exposed anus.

“Relax, FuckToy,” you say calmly, “It will hurt if you don’t.”

My breathing gets faster as you let go of my balls and begin to stroke my cock. That cold, hard presence is still nudging insistently at my anus.

“Come on, FuckToy. You’ve had things in there before. You told me so and that you like it.” You push a bit harder and the intruder begins to enter, pushing the hole in my arse open. I desperately try to relax. “Admittedly,” you continue, “This is probably the biggest thing you’ve had but I’ve seen your dilator kit and this shouldn’t be too much of a stretch for you. The fact that you own a dilator kit tells me that you want this.”

I start feeling panicky. How much bigger than the dilator kit I’ve been using is the butt plug? Christ, it’s really stretching me down there. I keep trying to relax, to let it in, knowing that once you’re past the head the diameter reduces quickly. You keep stroking my cock, wanking it quite quickly now.

“Come on, baby. I want you to know how it feels to get fucked rather doing the fucking.” You lean forward and whisper in my ear; “I’m going to fuck you. You know you want it.”

With a soft jerk the head of the intruder pops past my rectum. “There we go,” you say and stop stroking my cock. I whine. “Shush.” you say, lightly slapping my bum. “Mmmm, take it in, FuckToy. Go on, all the way.”

All the way? How much is there?

Slowly, the head of the butt plug is driven into my arse. It doesn’t seem to be getting much narrower, but I can’t think about that as my head is swimming with all sorts of sensations and emotions. I feel very full behind my cock and it is not an unpleasant sensation. You stroke my cock a few more times with your lubricated hand and I can feel an orgasm churning in my balls, just waiting for release. Mentally, I feel totally at your mercy. You are taking me, sexually, in the most intimate way possible and you are enjoying every minute of my emotional and sexual collapse before your dominating power. I feel almost childlike in my helplessness at being manipulated by you and, through all of this, I feel massively turned on.

You slide it into my arse, cooing in appreciation as it slips inside. I realise that it’s not a butt plug, just a glass dildo; the neck isn’t narrowing to a base and my anus is being stretched wide. My cock keeps twitching angrily and the need to cum is becoming overpowering. I sigh and moan as the base of the dildo touches my arse. If had my hands free nothing would stop me from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.

“Well done, FuckToy. All in.” You add in a serious tone; “And now it needs to stay in for a while.” You prod the base, pushing the dildo in a bit further and then move it around slightly, stimulating me from the inside. I groan, feelings of close to orgasmic ecstasy rumbling through my body. My toes clench and unclench. You stroke around my backside and then slide the dildo slowly in and out. I can feel the bumps and curves on it as it slides in and out of my anus. I whimper with pleasure and feel my cock pulsing, vainly searching for enough stimulation to bring on an orgasm.

Then you point the didlo’s head downwards as you slide it into me, nudging against my prostate and I cry out with pleasure. My God, the feeling of surrender to you is breathtaking. My cock is red hot and it feels like I am right on the edge of cumming.

“How does it feel to be fucked, FuckToy? I can see you’re enjoying it. You’re cock is rock hard and dribbling. My, my. You like punishment and you like to take it in the arse. You really are a pervy, subbie, little FuckToy aren’t you? I bet you’ve been wanting a woman to do this to you for all your life, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I mumble, struggling to focus on what you’re saying.

“Good. Because if I had any doubts I’m definitely your Mistress now and I think you might be getting fucked like this more often in the future. But,” you add, “only if you’re good. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp.

“No orgasms for you unless I say so,” you sound happy and stop moving the dildo around, leaving it fully embedded in my arse. Every now and again, you check it, sliding it back in if it’s moved. “Maybe no orgasms for a very long time,” you continue happily. I whimper in dismay. “Oh, don’t worry,” you say, “if you let me have my way then you’ll still get fucked like this, whipped, teased and generally abused. You like it and I like having you subservient to me and this will keep you the way I want you.”

You push the head of the dildo against my prostate. “Oh! Oh, thank you, Mistress!” I groan.

“I think it’s a pretty good arrangement,” you continue, moving the dildo back and forth against my prostate as I gasp with pleasure. “I know I said you would get to cum after you took your punishment, and you will. But I think you should know; it’s not going to be for a while. You’ll still get pleasure, just no orgasm.”

“I will though. Lots of them,” you chuckle happily, “after all, that’s my cock you’ve got there and I’ll decide when it gets to shoot its load. But I think I deserve at least daily orgasms for all this work I’ve gone to. And all the work I’m going to go to. After all, you love to do this for me, don’t you?” Your hand snakes under my hips to my cock and begins to stroke it again. I can almost feel the pre-cum dribbling from the head.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Lovely. We’re in agreement then. No orgasms for you until I say so. Lots for me. And you get to be my subbie FuckToy whose only priority is my sexual pleasure?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

You slowly slide the dildo out of my arse and get off the bed. I can hear you walk into the bathroom and clean it. It goes quiet for a minute or two and you come back and begin to undo my bonds.

I collapse on the bed and you take off my blindfold and kiss me. Whatever you were wearing earlier has been replaced with your dressing gown. You slide your hot tongue into my mouth, swirling it against mine. You giggle into the kiss and press the Watchful Mistress into my hands. “Get your cage back on, FuckToy and keep that tongue in good working order. It’ll be busy later.”

To be continued….