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I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to
a very beautiful young woman who abuses my obedience to the maximum. She
knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I won't do for her.
She often makes me go a few days without coming, knowing that I will be
that much more aroused and submissive.
The other night, I arrived home and found her lying on the couch, wearing
a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I developed an immediate
erection, thus becoming a slave to her desires.
She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me to crawl to her
side. She then raised her foot to my face and said "Lick my foot slave!"
I happily licked her foot as she rubbed it all over my face. She then
pushed my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me
saying, "Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath, slave!"
I answered, "Yes, Mistress," and went to the bathroom to change into the
G-string and prepare her bath.
As soon as I finished readying her bath, she entered the bathroom and told
me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I started to remove the
G-string, but she told me to leave it on. I got on my hands and knees and
she removed her robe to reveal her beautiful naked body.
She sat down in the tub in front of me and said, "Stick your head under
the water and eat my pussy slave!"
I stuck my head down between her legs and started lapping away. When I
came up for a breath, she would count to three and then push my head back
into her crotch. When she tired of this she had me wash her entire body.
When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw
me the wet towel to dry off with.
"I know you love to wear that G-string," she said, "so just keep it on,
slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."
I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the
bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the
G-string.
She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin
camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to
the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the
pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a
couple pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to form a gag.
She bound my wrists behind my back and tied my ankles together to insure I
was fairly immobile. As she finished tying me up I wondered what she had
in store for me this evening. She usually didn't tie me up, since I'm
always very cooperative.
"Get up, slave!" she ordered.
I stood up unsteadily and she pushed me toward the closet. We have a
walk-in closet in our bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward
the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened
the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit in. Once
I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with rope.
She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand and said, "Don't
make a sound. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head.
She walked out of the closet and closed the door behind her. I was left
sitting in the darkness of the closet with a raging erection, not knowing
what was next.
I sat in darkness for at least an hour before I heard anything outside the
closet. I heard the bedroom light switch click and when the lights in the
bedroom came on, I was startled by the fact that I could see into the
bedroom from within the closet. My wife had installed a one-way mirror on
the closet door in place of the mirror that had been there. I could see
the entire bed from where I was sitting and nobody could see me.
I about died when my wife entered the bedroom followed by a very young man
I had never seen before. She was still wearing the lingerie she had on
earlier, but he was completely naked. He looked to be in his late
teens-early twenties, and was probably a local college student. He had his
hands all over my wife as he followed her onto the bed.
Soon, this guy was banging my wife from behind with a vengeance as they
moaned in ecstasy.
I thought I would be jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The
more my wife enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me.
As he fucked her, she was tell him that her husband was a weak wimp with a
tiny dick who could never satisfy her.
My cock was so hard it hurt.
They paused briefly to change to the missionary position and I heard my
wife say, "It feels so good to be really fucked by a real man, but you'd
better hurry because my husband will be home soon."
This guy didn't need any more encouragement. He started pumping like you
wouldn't believe. My wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he
continued pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls
with her fingernails. That was all it took for him as he pumped a load of
come into my wife's pussy.
As soon as his convulsions ceased, my wife told him that her husband would
be home any minute and that he had better go. He quickly thanked her and
left the bedroom to collect his clothes and leave.
My wife remained on the bed with her legs spread, pointing her glistening
cunt in my direction. My cock was so hard now that it felt like I was
sitting on a steel pipe.
My wife rose when she knew her young visitor had departed and walked over
to the closet. She opened the door and I thought I would soon be released
from my bonds, But I was wrong.
She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said, "It looks like
you enjoyed the show."
I nodded in approval.
She smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed the
gag.
"Well, he'll be back and he has lots of friends! The fun's not over yet,
little slave," she said. "Now go get on your knees at the edge of the
bed."
I hobbled, as before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could
possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position, she walked over
and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She then opened her legs
and stuck her finger into her still sopping cunt. She then grabbed my
balls with her other hand, eased her gooey finger out, and held it up to
my mouth.
"Lick it, slave!" She commanded.
I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was clean. I could taste the
cum of the young stud that had just serviced her, mixed with her own
sexual secretions.
She giggled as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said,
"we've got to make sure we get every last drop, don't we?"
I nodded and continued to lick and suck her finger.
When she finished feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, "I'll
bet you'd like to relive some pressure."
"Yes!" I gasped, as it was all I could do to keep from cumming at this
point.
She just giggled and said, "Well, I don't want you to make a mess all
over, so just wait here a minute."
She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of plastic wrap.
She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a couple feet of the
plastic wrap.
"This ought to do," she said, as she tore the wrap from the box.
She then wrapped and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a
reservoir at the top.
"Now you won't make a mess," she said giggling. She then spread some K-Y
jelly over the plastic wrap and began firmly pumping my cock.
I immediately began to ejaculate, and I watched as I quickly filled the
reservoir she had made. She kept pumping for a couple of minutes until she
had drained every last drop of cum from my balls, leaving me in a state of
splendid exhaustion, and wondering what she would do next. |
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