So yesterday Sir came over for his “birthday dinner”, though technically it was lunchtime. It was so nice to see his face since I haven’t seen him since Sunday morning. He came in and I showed him around since it was his first time at my place. It was nice to get one of his big, strong hugs when I finished the tour. My face doesn’t even reach up to his chest; I adore how tall he is. Then I asked him if he was hungry and brought him back to the dining room. I heated the beef stew up for him, got him a biscuit and opened one of the Mt. Dew’s I bought just for him (I don’t drink pop, bleh). We sat and talked while he ate. He poked fun of me for only eating an egg white, but hey I have to stay skinny somehow! He told me the food was very good and then I asked him if he wanted to open his present. I turned away and blushed as he read the little poem I wrote for him. I’m not much of a writer, but he said it was cute, so I’m glad he enjoyed it. Then he opened my present and I think he really liked it! He seemed excited about it at least! It was a water-proof HD video camera that came with a remote, stand and extra memory card. Can’t wait to put that to good use. So then I ask him if he wanted to watch the movie I got for us (The Secretary!) and back to my room we went.
I rubbed his shoulders and hands while we watched the movie. He’s always so sore and tense, but I love massaging and worshipping that amazing body of his so it’s no problem for me. At the scene where Lee smacks Mr. Grey, he just looks at me and gives me eyes that say, “If you ever tried that you’d get beat so hard you’d be bleeding.”
There is still the punishment issue
I just nod and bow my head down and tell him, “I would never dare Sir.” During the movie, I look down and notice he has his belt on… Shit, he definitely didn’t forget about my punishment.
The credits roll, I see him reach for his belt, “Speaking of punishments I still owe you one for having a smart ass mouth and masturbating without my permission. You didn’t think I would forget did you?”
“No Sir, I didn’t.” I look away from his eyes; it hurts me so bad to see him look at me with such disappointment.
I hear him snap the belt. “Get up now,” he commands. I jump up, pull my dress up and bend over the bed already clenching the blanket tightly. I’ve been here once before and I know this time is going to be much worse. He kicks my legs apart and smacks me once on each cheek with his bare hands just to warm me up. I brace myself as I can already feel his anger pulse through his hands. Whack the first blow lands across both cheeks, Whack another land and it’s already excruciating. I clench the blanket tighter and hold my legs in place so as not to earn more punishment.
“You need to learn to watch your mouth when you speak to me.” Whack
“Yes Sir!” Whack
“And that is not your pussy to touch whenever you please. You do not make the rules do you understand?” Whack
“Yes Sir, I’m so sorry Sir.” Whack I count ten brutal impacts on my ass, each one getting harder and more painful. My legs are shaking and I can feel my pulse pulsating through my sore behind. I can hear him breathing heavy behind me, feel his eyes staring at his work joyfully… It feels like years before I hear him unzip his pants though surely it wasn’t more than fifteen seconds. I’m dripping wet down my thighs making it easy for him to enter my yearning pussy with his long, hard cock. I moan a sigh of relief. How I love the feeling of him filling me up, I know it is a privilege.
fuck me, choke me
As soon as I think this he reminds me aloud, “You know it’s a privilege for me to fuck you? This is all you’re good for, you little whore. You should be thanking me.”
I nod my head as my face smashes into the bed, “Yes Sir, thank you for fucking me.” He starts ramming his huge cock into me harder and faster and I see him reach for his belt. I hold my breath, could it be that he was going to wrap it around my neck? I hope with everything inside of me that that is his intention. I feel the smooth leather slid across my neck and then a nice firm yank. I can already feel myself nearing orgasm as I gasp for breath. He rocks harder and deeper with each gasp, enjoying the power he holds over me. The power that turns me on more than anything, my life in his hands. I realize I had better ask for permission to cum before I get another whooping.
I try to choke out the words, gasping between each, “May… I… please… cum… Sir?” No response, he just keeps pounding into me. I can’t tell if he can’t hear me or if he is just making me wait to test me. After the third time, I ask I decide he is testing me, using that power he has over me because I am his and he can do as he pleases.
“Please… Sir?” I gasp once more.
“Fucking cum you little slut,” he spews. My legs start shaking so hard and I can feel the orgasm vibrate through my entire body, I feel the cum seeping down my legs and my face smashes into the bed. I realize my glasses are on and throw them so that they are anywhere except being smashed under my face. At the same time, he let’s go of the belt and I feel the blood rushing from my face and air fill my lungs. I breathe deeply and linger in my euphoria, still being pounded from behind. Suddenly it stops and I’m slightly confused because I know Sir has yet to finish… That’s when I feel spit fall between my butt cheeks and a finger thrust inside of my ass. The rhythmic rocking starts back up in my used pussy and I dread what I know is inevitably coming next.
An anal virgin
Before Sir I was an anal virgin, it was one of the few limits I had. But as time went on and I became more and more devoted to Sir, I couldn’t deny him when he mentioned how much he wanted to fuck my ass. So I bought a plug to ease the pain of the ass raping I would receive when Sir came back from London. That was the only time my ass has ever been used and I was definitely about to feel the pain for only my second time right now.
I feel his hardness slip out of my vagina and slowly push into my tight little ass. He slowly pushes in and out going deeper each time, not taking it quite as easy on me this time. I cry out in agony, tears nearly falling from my eyes. He starts pumping even more brutally, making me scream. I want to crawl away and my knees start buckling. I try so hard to not tense up, I know last time it started feeling good once I finally relaxed. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t calm myself. Then I see him reach for the belt again. I instantly relax as I feel the cold across my neck again.
“You’re my anal slut, aren’t you?” I nod my head as best I can, I can’t even gasp let alone say a word. He allows me some air as he tells me to rub my clit. I start getting more into it bucking back against him. Though it’s still painful it’s that good kind of pain that fills a masochist up with happiness.
“Such an anal whore now,” he says as he pushes my threshold deeper.
He allows me air again and I say, “Yes Sir!” He pulls it tight again and I feel an orgasm coming over me, I start feeling light headed and start feeling myself falling towards unconsciousness, god I love this feeling. My hand slips over and over, I’m dizzy and exhausted, each time pulling my orgasm away from me. I hear Sir making grunting noises, as he drops the belt and starts pounding harder.
“I’m going to cum in your ass you little slut.”
“Yes Sir, please cum in my ass,” I feel his cock twitching and exploding inside of me. I fall forward as he pulls out, panting for breath. He tells me to get him a wet hand cloth. I oblige and stumble to the bathroom, wetting it with nice warm water and then stagger back.
Instinctively I fall to my knees and carefully wipe every inch clean, ending it with a delicate kiss on his cock that I worship lovingly. I look up and he smiles at me. I lay my head on his lap and he gently rubs my hair. We climb back into bed to watch a new movie and I lay my head on his chest, his arm around me, stroking my arm. I breathe him in and listen to his heartbeat, oblivious to everything that is not him. I’ve never been so content and happy in my entire life. I feel so whole and fulfilled. I close my eyes and smile.
Do you use orgasm control in your relationship with your sub or slave? If you do, how and why do you do it? If you don’t, also please tell me why you don’t.
For the subs and slaves
Does your Dominant use orgasm control on you? If so, how do you think it affects your service?
I most certainly do. My whore is currently on contract out in Alberta and we’ve been apart off and on since January (he comes home the odd weekend). While he’s out there he is to wear his chastity device until I tell him to take it off. Mind you, taking it off does not guarantee that he’ll get release; sometimes I’m just a softee and let him take it off at night so he can get a good night’s sleep. I also have him take it off if I want to have some fun with him on the webcam.
When he’s home, he is to ask to have an orgasm. Sometimes I grant him permission, sometimes I don’t. It’s all about control for me. And it’s terribly amusing 🙂
Speaking as someone who is currently in chastity, and as I have posted elsewhere, I personally think that losing control of one’s own orgasms is a humbling thing. I feel mostly powerless but aroused, likely more obedient and submissive (If that’s possible…).
Personally, it is really only arousing for me if the Dominant truly enjoys that power, however. I wish more Women embraced denial.
Nope I do not. First, I was taught a long time ago to be distrustful of submission that only comes with arousal. Denial tends to make even do me queens act submissively. It doesn’t make them submissive. It just makes them act that way… temporarily.
So to me denial would taint a good sub’s submission and disguise a bottom who claimed to be submissive. The submission I get from denial
Besides, I happen to be quite fond of my husband’s pink parts and enjoy a fuck with mutual orgasms.
I have done orgasm control – which is quite different from denial. That requires that my sub asks for permission to orgasm or to orgasm on my request. Sometimes it’s fun to require someone to masturbate at least to arousal when the hydraulics are just not feeling perky any more. I don’t understand why giving up control of one’s orgasms has to require denial.
Funny story about orgasm control. My husband was going on a trip to visit his family and we were talking about when and how he could masturbate while away. I allocated a fairly liberal but very specific number and times of day for orgasms. He wanted one “free” one for emergencies. I asked “And what, pray tell is an orgasm emergency?” “Well,” he said, “what if I really can’t fall asleep and I don’t want to call and ask for special permission and possibly wake you up.”
I was unswayed. So he got to begging. “I promise, I’ll be extra special good about it. I’ll email you the moment I’ve done it.” etc. And then he must have realized he sounded like a kid asking for a puppy because he finally said “I promise I’ll take good care of it and take it for walks and everything.” Which so cracked me up, I awarded him 2 free orgasms just for making me laugh so much.
I enjoy both orgasm control and denial – because I like doing it!
From a control perspective, I have trained my husband to orgasm on a count down. I pick a number, start a steady slow count and exactly when I hit zero, he has an orgasm. I’ve gotten him to orgasm from a four-count! That’s pretty fast from down to up to off!
I love denial. Keeping my sub off balance, not knowing if he’s going to finally get to orgasm and then denying him that pleasure simply for my pleasure…it’s just delicious!
The first technique helps the second…I can count him down and, knowing that he’s going to orgasm at zero, stop stimulation just after ‘2’…right at the perfect point every time! I sometimes allow him to finish, mostly so he doesn’t learn to expect and protect himself from being spun off. I keep him honest.
T&D takes time and attention to the sub. Therefore T&D, like all sub-centric activities, is limited to playtime. Those of you who have read my book already know my passion for T&D and the many ways I use it for fun – I do not deny my subs to obtain submission – I agree with Carolyn that a man who is submissive to obtain orgasm is not really being submissive…A sub who does not truly submit to serve (orgasm or not), NEVER would get the privilege of my spending so much of my effort and time as to tease and deny him.
Orgasm control is a tool I use for my pleasure. Of course, I must trust that he will be honest with me and report any infractions, but I do it mainly because it allows me to feel more of the D/s energy I enjoy. That and control is a fetish of mine.
Orgasm control is key for both mine and my boy’s service and pleasure – nothing like taking him to the edge and back for hours, or even days, and watching the body tremors, hearing the moans and witnessing the explosion that results.
There is another aspect to orgasm control that has not been touched on here. Where the sub holds back on their own accord. Before I embraced the submissive lifestyle I would do this to myself. I enjoyed the feeling of being keyed up at all time. Sometimes my partners had a difficult time with this. Women are not used to a man not finishing. I enjoyed being ready at all time for sex and by holding back i am just that. I explained this to my mistress and she has kind of made a game of it. She does everything in her power to break my will to hold back. Even though she knows all she has to do is tell me to finish and i will for her. It is a good arrangement.
I’ve been controlling my orgasms for years myself. It gave me good results in a lots of things too.
Basically , the fun of obeying and honoring the miss gets lets when all the cum is out and orgasms are just gone. It gets more fun( i am sure though never had a mistress ) that if a Mistress understands this and with all humiliation, she controls orgasms not for days but sometimes for lots of months. Provide him the reason to have orgasms and just keep them rotating for months, this also makes the man excited and makes him to serve more under her knees. The love of having orgasms is awesome and controlling is a bit harsh but its worth doing if after somedays,or months.Or doing it daily i think its cool, mistress can make their Slaves work a lot .
I also like to say not just controlling orgasms for months is a great idea but also watching the slave that he never masturbates by locking his private part so that he never touches it and it only allows him to pee without touching!
Using a HANDS OFF APPROACH as a rule by a mistress can make a slave learn alot. If he touches his dick, a mistress should be very very cruel enough so that he never does it in front of him and when he is alone his private parts should be locked and should be used by himself to just pee and shit, but she he should not touch it cause its already locked!
IT would be also great that mistress looks an eye on his slave and stop making him watch porn for years, which also can finish his addiction and only allow him to watch Fetish porn with him if she wills.
Moreover making his slave exercise is good. If she is strong enough to make him do lots of exercise on daily basis and make him have a great body this will also make him sexually strong, more thirsty, and will make him serve the mistress more.
Personally, I love teasing the fuck out of them. I really do. Working them into a froth, getting them teetering to the point of no return, then quickly yanking them back in and throwing ice water on it (!) is just the funniest, most humiliating thing I can do. Ever. The experiments I’ve done on little boy parts I could probably write a book about. Or at least a few good blog posts.
Now, flat out denial I’m not about to do unless he’s being punished for some utter abject stupidity. And denial makes ME very unhappy, because the grand finale is the funniest part of it all, to me. If he doesn’t get the opportunity to get off, then I FEEL frustrated. After a lifetime of restraining myself, I’m not about to do that for anyone else’s benefit ever again. Fuck that.
Mistress has power over me in so far as I am willing to submit to her. To give my life in service to something other than myself makes me feel content. However, my humble and personal interpretation of a true 24/7 D/s dynamic is that it needs to be real, consistent, and meaningful. For me to give up everything and serve, I need to know I cannot easily back out of it or forget my duty with impunity. I know some long time Dommes might roll their eyes and say a true slave serves with all his being unswerving with all their heart and soul with utter devotion and total selflessness. I wish that was me but I would need some help to learn to attain that zen submissive state. I am an Alpha male to a certain degree and I have found that I serve best by being strong and independent-minded at times but I love my Mistress with all my heart and so I turn to putty in her hands.
The point is here that I need a little push every now and then to remind me of my place. I am like a playful puppy or a frisky cat and I can forget myself at times and be a little willful. I am friendly and playful but I paw at the walls and I bite if you hurt me. Is just how I am wired. Enter the concept of Mistress indulging my fetishes BUT she has learned to use them against me to control me and make me fear her punishments. For us Punishments are not playtime or rewards. They are to be feared and they hurt and are not fun at all…ever… I cannot stand agonizing excruciating pain. I hate pain and I have been punished with it and I know its touch well. I like the feeling of a long light paddling but sometimes she really hits hard and fast and it is not fun for me and really hurts. I like bondage and latex a lot as well as being made to feel helpless but when she puts me in heavy latex and bondage for 5 hours with little attention, I am not having fun. I am hot, uncomfortable and bored but it reminds me of my place and the power exchange between us. I like being in chastity because it fulfills a fetish but she takes it to the next level to where I hate it sometimes. That is the key for us so far. She indulges my fantasies but does it on her own terms and so has control over me which satisfies my sexual fantasies which motivate me to be selfless and serve her with all that I am which drives her to make me happy in return. It is a self-feeding dynamic. My Mistress and I are always seeking advice and knowledge from those more experienced than ourselves so feel free to MSG us. We are well-read but have never really sat down and talked with others face to face about this stuff. We are looking to change that.
So this is my premise for how orgasm control is a useful tool in our relationship. Mistress keeps me in steel chastity 24/7. It almost never comes off unless she wants intercourse but those times are pretty rare and so it’s usually my tongue that does all the work. She reaps the orgasm and I reap the reward of pleasing her sexually. I will admit that I used to masturbate a few times a week and so my energy levels and interest waned from time to time. That has changed. I am now given just enough releases to keep me from feeling neglected but just enough that I stay on track with trying to please her with chores, love, affection, and anything else I can think of to make her happy or else I will wait a long time for that which most men (not all men….but most men) crave frequently.
Now I am usually given a special kind of orgasm in my chastity device but it’s not the kind of milking you would normally think of. If you MSG me I will describe it for you. Anyway, being in chastity keeps me very submissive. It just works for us. I appreciate her more and I appreciate her dominance more. I would appreciate it anyway but chastity heightens it so we see it as an improvement. Would I be submissive anyway ? Of course but like bondage or a light paddling, if Mistress is displeased with me she can use it against me without effort to make me suffer by making me go another week or much longer. It helps to drive my submission beyond what I would normally behave like as I need to keep her extra happy to earn my orgasms or milkings. It feeds the dynamic of our D/s relationship. I feel very controlled and she has total control. We are a couple so part of my service includes a shoulder to cry on, holding her when life is trying to crush her, and feeding her soup when she is ill on the couch with a bad cold. She is not a tower of indomitable will made of steel and gleaming thigh boots, she is a human being like me. I do understand what others are saying. I would be a better submissive and/or slave if I had the will power to abstain on my own but so far I have not found that within myself. I do not even know where to begin to be honest.
So in a nutshell, yes she uses orgasm control on me and it affects my service in that I am better behaved because my wanting to be better behaved is assisted and magnified.
Kinky in nh wow you are blessed to have that type of d’s releationship with your mistress. hold on with both hands and hold on it’s rare and hard to find for dommes. too many men say that they are submissive but are not. I enojoy tease and denial more that my disipline time with my slaves. I have control and enjoy it, but to have a man of my own to have a 24/7 D’s releationship is ultimate dream. I keep looking. Mistress Faye
Obviously, whether I orgasm or not is always up to the Person I’m serving. After the past few weeks of being in a situation where my orgasm is being controlled by another, I’ve come to some conclusions about my personal feelings, if that matters to anyone.
I prefer to be on the honor system as opposed to having a chastity device placed on me. Knowing I can physically have orgasm, yet don’t because I wasn’t given permission is a self-test of my discipline and character.
Personally, I find that the ongoing hope and anticipation of being permitted to orgasm tends to keep me more focused on what’s expected of me. In many ways, the daily promise of orgasm without it coming to fruition is more pleasurable than the eventual orgasm itself. Does that make sense?
Chastity and orgasm control has been a part of every D/s relationship that I have been in. Losing control of one’s ability to orgasm is a constant reminder that a submissive’s goal should always be to please his Mistress. Orgasms are usually given as reward for exceptional service, not routine service.
I don’t use orgasm control with my Chael, no. I like to have him orgasm, with or without me, so I’ve no desire to limit it. Also, in bed he is by nature very giving and often our sex has nothing to do with him having an orgasm, by his choice/comfort. Basically, I like him being sexual and I like our sex as is, so I’ve no reason to change it at all at this point.
With other subs/slaves, yes, I have and will again. Either by chastity or simply dictating when they may orgasm. I like to control the sexual side of other males, so I enjoy telling them specifically to not or to orgasm at certain times.
Over the last couple of years, Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side.
She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who
would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had
been bar hopping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi-level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to
appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music,
just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was
playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the
basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone
clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although
they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that
basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was
completely consumed and fascinated by it.
After returning to West Virginia the whole scenario continued to haunt her.
Tracey was disgusted by the whole thing and refused to even talk about the
whole idea. But upon returning to her little apartment she slowly turned
into a closet fetish fanatic. She relentlessly surfed the web for bondage
websites, bought the occasional magazine or catalog, even rented a couple
X-rated videos, but never purchased any of the actual equipment. She thought
that if someone found a magazine she could blow it off as junk mail. But if
someone found a pair of handcuffs lying around, they would surely think her
some kind of freak. This behavior went on for about a year until she met me.
It was another year before I uncovered her secret side.
I was living in Ohio at the time and traveled to West Virginia on business
as well as to take in the sights. Would usually spend 4 to 5 weekends a year
rafting on the many rivers in the area. I had met Wendy while camping one
weekend and we hit it off immediately. Even though there was about four
hours of travel time between us, we started to date and become quite serious
over the course of the year. Whenever I was in town on business or on
vacation I would crash at her apartment instead of picking up a motel for
the time. Occasionally she would drive to Ohio, but not often. Just after
our one year anniversary I had drove down to go rafting on Saturday, but the
weather was so miserable and cold that I bailed and opted to just hang
around the apartment all day with Wendy. It was raining cats and dogs and
neither one of us wanted to set foot outside. Wendy had checked her e-mail
that morning and had left the computer on while in the shower. Since I had
showered earlier, I jumped on the computer to check in at work and surf the
web until she was out. Forgetting that I wasn’t on my system, I
instinctively went into bookmarks and clicked on some of the bookmarks.
Instead of my usual sights, I uncovered one bondage site after another. As it
turns out Wendy was into heavy metal, and I don’t mean the music.
I was still sitting at the computer starring at some helpless female as she
got out of the shower. While walking past the bedroom I blurted out “Wendy,
I think you have some explaining to do.” She was shocked at first, she had
never told anyone about that part of her life for fear of how he or she
would react. Now, the whole story was falling apart in front of her. There
she stood naked in the hallway dripping wet and shivering from the cold,
totally exposed inside an out. She stammered trying to explain the whole
thing downplaying it as much as possible fearing that I would break up with
her instantly. I let her continue on for twenty minutes before saying a
“I wish you would have let me know about this. At least we could have
discussed it.” Still fearing for the relationship she tried making excuses
praying that I would accept one of them. Finally letting her off the hook.
“You know I’ve always kept an open mind, and you know that I would do
anything for you, if you are interested in this, then let’s explore it some
more.” She was so relieved, to think after hiding these feelings for so
long, she had finally found someone who doesn’t think her a total freak. We
spent the rest of that rainy afternoon thumbing through old catalogs and
magazines, searching websites, and bouncing ideas off each other about how
far the other would go. Although I had no previous inclinations towards
bondage, by that evening we both knew that some restless nights tightly bond
was in her future.
About two weeks later I was insistent that we meet in Pennsylvania for a
weekend getaway. I did not inform her that I had made an appointment to have
her fitted at a mail-order fetish store about an hour’s drive from the
hotel. Friday was pretty tame, dinner, dancing nothing too impressive. But
Saturday we drove to a warehouse out in the sticks. She was soon turned over
to the staff that greeted us in the lobby. They began by taking every
dimension possible from every inch of her body. After nearly an hour of
solid measurements, she was placed in a box the size of a coffin. The box
was then filed to the rim with thick grayish cream. She could feel the
weight of the dense liquid crushing her body. As the material cured it
continually shrank around her torso until it was completely hardened about
three hours later. For three hours she lay frozen and naked under the weight
of what seemed like a ton of solid urethane. Every inch of her body, face
included, was completely covered and could not move an inch. She learned
later that urethane mold would be used to create an exact duplicate of her
body. This personalized mannequin would be used to custom fit any outfit
that she could conger up. She was so relieved to be free of her urethane
coffin, not to mention completely horny, over the day’s activities that she
could hardly wait to get back to the motel room.
While she was being measured and duplicated I had been busy browsing through
their enormous selection of stuff. If ever you needed anything, this company
had it in stock or would be willing to make it for you. I had selected
various off the shelf bondage gear and ordered a couple of special order
materials that would need to be custom-fit to her personal mannequin once it
was complete. As we drove back to the hotel, she could barely keep her hands
to herself. With a false sense of hope, I pulled off to the side of the
road. She thought for sure that her efforts had paid off and I had pulled
over to relieve our mutual frustrations. Instead, I quickly spun her around
and placed her hands and arms into a zippered glove that fully encased them
up to her elbows. She remained that way for the remainder of the ride back:
arms secured together, breasts jutting out like a pair of missiles. Once
back in the motel She desperately cried to be let free, but that was soon
silenced by the ball gag inserted into her mouth. Once tightly gagged her
thighs and ankles were secured together using two pairs of cuffs. Trapped
again, motionless and unable to talk I left her alone in the hotel room for
the rest of the evening. Part of her wanted me dead on the spot, the other
had been waiting all of her 25 years for something like this.
That hot sticky July evening was shear hell and sheer joy. Wendy had never
been so frustrated and so turned on at the same time in her entire life. Her
arms had lost all feeling from the thick leather glove, thighs and ankles
were chafed from the heavy metal fetters worn all the restless night long,
her jaw was in pain from being pried open so long. And even though she had
not eaten in nearly 24 hours, she could think of nothing more than unbridled
sex once released from the binds Sunday morning. Leaving for home that
afternoon was the hardest thing we had ever done. We both knew that my
production line in China did not start up smoothly as planned. My boss had
been delaying an extended trip overseas for some time but could not delay it
much longer. I was sure that in the next week I would be working with the
plant’s engineers nursing the production line back to health for a month
minimum, perhaps longer.
About a month later, almost midway through my trip, Wendy received a box
from the mail-order store and rushed inside to try on the contents. Inside
was the breast harness with attached collar. The solid steel orbs were
slightly larger than her naturally ample breasts, but the steel was close to
3/8 of an inch thick and covered with semi-spherical balls lining the
inside. In order to fit each cup, each breast had to be lubed and forced
into its appropriate cup. Once in place, she had to feel around through the
opening at the tip to position her erect nipples through the steel sphere.
By the time the steel cups were in place, she was already moist with
anticipation. Locking the clasps shut on the inch-wide metal straps behind
her back pulled the cups tight against her chest exerting great pressure on
her breast and distended nipples. Then, with the collar locked in place
there would be no repositioning of the harness and it would prevent
insertion of anything under the cups until both locks were released. A
perfect match! The mannequin was well worth the three hours judging by the
initial fit. Her once tan breasts had been turned into silver spheres of
stainless steel. Her beautiful long neck that she loved to have caressed so
much had become a rock hard gleaming tube of metal. She immediately called
to find out when my trip would be over. I really think she called just to
see how worked up she could get me.
The next month past slowly and she began getting braver. It was now mid
September and sweater weather was in full swing. She found herself hiding
the collar and cups under turtlenecks and all sorts of clothing at work.
Although the cold weather was hell on the steel apparatus, her body temp was
anything but cool. She had also made a few purchases of her own, a pair of
metal cuffs for her ankles, thighs and wrists made from 3 inch bands of
stainless steel. She also bought a 5-inch pair of stiletto heels and a
6-inch pair of boots going clear up to her crotch. Every day dragged slowly
while desperately waiting for that first weekend in October when I was
scheduled to return from overseas. The production line was coming along but
by the last weekend in September we were just getting to where we should
have been a month ago. On the day before I was to return my boss had
requested that I stay another week just to make sure nothing went wrong the
first week it was running. In exchange for the extra week overseas, he added
a couple of extra days to my vacation so that I could spend the entire first
week back in West Virginia. I was so busy canceling plane tickets and
changing my plans for the weekend that I was unable to contact Wendy about
the delay. I was supposed to fly out Friday and arrive on Saturday afternoon
placing me at Wendy’s apartment by Saturday night. The new trip had me
leaving Thursday and arriving back home on Friday. With only one week to go the
Trouble in Paradise
Another box arrived from Pennsylvania. She rushed inside to open it and
found the prized possession. “A chastity belt!” she exclaimed in an outburst
of joy and fear. This one had a 3-inch wide waistband that was at least that
much smaller than her normal waist. The front of the crotch strap was
triangular in shape and would just barely fit between her legs without
cutting into them while bending over. There were three extremely narrow
slits in the front that seemed almost too skinny to serve any purpose. The
strap necked down to about 2 inches in width at the bottom and increased to
five inches as it reconnected to the waistband. There was only a small hole
no bigger than a dime in the rear that had a notch in it that could be used
for locking accessories in place. There was also a D-ring welded to the
bottom of the crotch strap for securing anything, including herself. They
had talked about getting one but she never thought that I would go through
with it. And go through with it I had. This one had all the bells and
whistles. It was designed for permanent use no expenses were spared. Since
the metal was custom formed to her exact dimensions, there was no need for a
rubber liner. The thick stainless steel would be pressed directly against
her skin in all places. Also in the box was a rather large dildo with many
knobs on the sides of the shaft. The shaft was also hollowed out with a tube
attached to the base. The tube was positioned so that it would lead out the
bottom of the belt so that any fluids could be drained out the tube thereby
reducing possible hygiene problems. Also enclosed was a butt plug with many
of the same features. It was designed to lock into the dime-sized opening at
the rear of the belt. This plug had a small valve that could be closed and
opened by the insertion of a large enema bag. However, without the special
fitting on the bag, the valve could not be opened. This meant that she would
not be able to use the toilet conventionally while wearing the belt. She
immediately began to wonder what kind of monster she had created. Lastly was
a secondary shield, which further covered the few slits that would have
allowed access to her private areas. This shield was equipped with an
interlocking edge, which mated onto the crotch strap. Just inside the shield
was a rubber gasket that would completely seal the shield to the belt. This
would create an airtight seal between the two. She felt for sure that she
could wear the belt in public without anyone knowing. In the bottom of the
box was a small envelope labeled “KEYS: MAKE DUPLICATES IMMEDIATELY” in bold
red letters. She shucks the envelope to confirm it was not empty, tossed it
back in the box, and then ran straight for the bedroom.
She immediately started with the two plugs. The dildo slides in easily since
she was practically dripping just from unpacking everything. The butt plug
was much harder. She had never had any desire to have anal sex and inserting
the plug was extremely uncomfortable. She immediately decided that she would
have to convince me to not use either of these plugs because they were so
uncomfortable and much too large. She then continued with the belt itself.
She carefully lead the drainage tube from the dildo through the hole at the
base in the crotch strap while aligning the butt plug with the minute
opening in the rear of the belt. The butt plug clicked into place when
aligned with the hole in the belt with an ominous thud. With both items
lined up she snapped the secondary shield unto the belt and securely locked
both into the waistband. She then stood up to admire her otherwise naked
form in the full-length mirror. The fit and craftsmanship of the belt were
incredible. The large waistband crimped her figure into an attractive wasp
She immediately made a dash for her dresser to complete the ensemble when
the knobs on the dildo took hold of her. The wave of excitement threw her to
the floor as her legs turned to jelly beneath her. She instinctively reached
desperately for her privates but encountered a wall of solid steel. Her
overheated sex had already started detesting this torturous device. As she
attempted to stand while balancing herself against the bed, her sex began to
boil as another wave of excitement flashed through her body like a tidal
wave. She finally made it to the dresser and brought out the rest of her
toys. Slowly installing the breast harness about her chest and neck. Then
cuffs around her thighs and wrists. The icing on the cake was the five-inch
locking heels elevating her to a five-foot seven-inch stature. Rolling back
onto her bed she reached for the phone to dial my pager and thank me for my
While waiting for the return phone call she began throwing away the plastic
peanuts and various other packaging used to ship the belt from Europe. While
throwing out the plastic peanuts she again encountered the enveloped and
opened it. Inside was a brief thank you letter for purchasing the equipment.
The last paragraph of the letter read..”Enclosed is a set of key blanks.
These locks are custom made in Germany and therefore key blanks available at
domestic locksmith’s can potentially permanently damage the tumblers inside
the lock rendering it inoperable. Use only key blanks supplied through the
point of purchase of this belt.” Just as she finished that sentence the
phone rang. The note continued “The original keys have been shipped
separately to the billing address listed below.” The phone rings again. “Oh
God! The keys are in Ohio!” Almost in tears, she answers on the third ring to
hear my voice on the other end.
“Oh God Steve” she cried frantically, “the belt arrived today and the keys
are not in the box!”
“Calm down. I know the belt is made in Germany and imported through the
dealer in Pennsylvania. To prevent credit card scams they mail the keys to
the billing address if it is different from the shipping address. This way
if someone is using another person’s card they can not operate the belt. You
should have seen the video on how the guy makes those things. That belt is
indestructible, very impressive. If the keys are at the house when I get
back to the states I will bring them with me when I visit you”.
“You don’t understand, I’m wearing it now. I saw an envelope in the box
labeled keys so I thought I would try it on. When I opened the envelope
there were only special blanks to make extra copies with”.
“Oh shit, you’re kidding right? You didn’t try and operate the lock before
“No. I was so excited when I saw it I just jumped the gun. To make matters
worse I installed all the options..”
“You did what? The Plugs! The Shield! Everything?”
“Yes, I can barely move without going ballistic. How soon can you get down
“Get down there? I’m still in China and don’t fly out till next Thursday! It
will be Friday by the time I get home. Then Friday night by the time I get
to your apartment. I can’t even confirm the keys will have arrived yet. The
belt was supposed to airship first class, but the keys just go normal mail”
“Oh no. It’s only Wednesday, I can’t wait that long. What will I do about
work? I can’t wear this! Hell, I can’t even walk across my bedroom let alone
all day at work.”
“I’d love to help you out, but I’m stuck as well. Make the best of it and
I’ll get there as soon as the keys arrive.”
The whole week was hell. The first couple of days were the worst. Every time
she moved she practically screamed. To make matters worse, she could not
control herself because of her intruders down below. The first day she had
forgotten about the drain tube and wet herself terribly. To avoid this she
located a golf tee buried in the back corner of her desk drawer. She was
able to insert the tee into the flexible tube end until a more reliable
solution could be found. However, by lunch she had another problem. She
desperately needed to use the restroom but had forgotten the enema bag at
her apartment. All the stress from being stuck in the belt, the constant
constriction about her waist and the unsettling breakfast she had eaten were
beginning to take their toll. Unable to leave she was forced to sit there in
total discomfort waiting for her body to explode or the clock to strike
five, whichever came first.
The next day was not much better. She had purchased a small valve at the
hardware store the night before to conveniently close and open the tube. She
was beginning to feel like a robot as more mechanical devices were added to
the belt. She also gave herself several enemas that were only slightly less
painful than the pressure she felt from her overflowing bowels the day
before. She had hoped to avoid having to administer one in the office
restroom since the first few ones were less than tidy. By day two she had
learned to keep perfectly still and to concentrate on anything to keep her
mind off her predicament. Even the slightest lapse in concentration caused
waves of convulsions to rip threw her body. She could only imagine what her
office partners thought of her change in behavior. For eight hours a day she
sat at her desk virtually motionless pretending to be busy at her computer
but accomplishing nothing.
The weekend was spent moving around trying to get used to the sensations
that developed as she moved. Slowly her body was adjusting to the constant
pressure at her front and back and the sensations that were constantly
developing within. By Monday she was able to walk almost naturally, but the
unquenchable fire was still burning hot below. The belt was designed to fit
tight to her body and no object, no matter how thin, could be inserted
between it and her skin. Even the belt itself was acting against her. The
steel would absorb heat from her body preventing it from escaping causing
her temperature to soar even higher. The airtight seal of the secondary
shield prevented any cooling to her sex as well. In a fit of desperation she
applied ice cubes directly to the shield but it had no effect on her at all.
By Friday she was desperate to have the device removed. She longed to touch
her soft lips once more. She prayed to sit on a toilet without the use of a
mechanical valve to relive herself. She cried nightly just wishing to take
in a full breath of air without the evil strap across her waist. The ability
to defecate without pumping herself full of liquid was almost a distant
dream that she desperately needed back.
I finally called her Friday at work with the good news. The post office had
been holding my mail since no one had been picking it up. I had arrived home
just in time to turn around and go to the post office to sign for the mail
before it closed.
“Please tell me you have the key.”
“Yes, it appears it came just a couple of days after your delivery. I am
just leaving the post office now. I need to stop by the house grab some
things and then I will meet you at your apartment around, let’s see, 4:30
now, half hour before I leave, 4 hours to get down there, figure about 9:00
“No, that will never work. Do you know that little bar we stopped at that
one time? The one right by the Ohio and West Virginia border. I will meet
you there at 7:00, don’t be late. I have got to get rid of this thing.”
This was the night she was waiting for. After over two months of complete
celibacy and one week of sheer hell she was off to meet her freedom. But she
wanted to set the tone for the evening and got dressed to the hilt. She
locked on the breast harness and covered it with a sleeveless sweater vest.
She then clamped on the 3-inch wide cuffs onto her thighs and selected a
black leather skirt just long enough to cover the bright sliver cuffs. She
then selected the full-length 6-inch boots, which covered her legs and the
clamps around her thighs. The final touch was the 3-inch cuffs clamped
around her wrists hidden by the leather gloves extending just below her
elbows. The wrist cuffs and thigh clamps were locked in place using small
highly tamper proof locks.
She arrived at the bar about 6:30 only to receive an alphanumeric page from
her beloved. “STUCK IN TRAFFIC, HOUR LATE MIN, SORRY STEVE”. Now her she was
stuck in the bar dressed to the hilt, roasting her tail off covered in
leather with no end in sight for at least an hour. That’s when a free drink
arrived at her table.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t ready for another quite yet”
“This one is on the house, the gentleman in the corner” as the waiter nods
and gives a polite point over his shoulder.
Just as the waiter leaves an unassuming man walks over and sits down across
from her. He begins making small talk with her just to pass the time. It is
strange, he does not leave an impression at all, and he appears almost
featureless and almost indescribable. Although she feels as if there is
something innately wrong with the situation she continues passing the time
and drinking out of his wallet. He buys a second drink. He offers a third
drink but she is already feeling quite tipsy although she is well beneath
her usual limit. Since it is almost 8:00 she attempts to brush him off by
refusing the third drink. Instead of taking the hint he becomes a bit
obnoxious and begins making lewd suggestions. Wendy quickly stands up to
leave and immediately passes out.
She is awakened by the load clanging of a hammer on metal followed by
intense pain around her chest. As her eyes adjust to the lighting she looks
up to see a large masked man standing above her with a sledgehammer. She
tries to scream as he swings down hard on to her breast but her mouth is
completely silent. She tries to move to avoid another blow by the man but
finds she is tightly bound spread eagle on a cold table. Suddenly the hammer
moves to her belt and continues for hours it seems. She finally passes out
form the pain in her waist from the hammering on the belt and from the
intense vibrations being conducted into her plugs. Hours pass and she is
brought to life by voices seemingly discussing her predicament.
“I think we are stuck with her, I have tried sawing these things off but had
no success. I thought it was stainless so it should have cut easily, but I
ruined three blades and did not even scratch the stuff. She must have had it
hardened” claimed the large masked man.
“Well if it is that hard, the stuff ought to be fairly brittle.” Thought the
second masked man.
“Tell me about it, but I have been beating on her for three hours now and
haven’t gotten anywhere” complained the man tapping the hammer on the table.
“Her body most be absorbing the impact and dissipating all the energy
preventing it from breaking up”
Slowly Wendy regained consciousness and realized the full extent of her
predicament. She was able to determine the she was strapped spread eagle on
a large steel workbench. She was naked except for the gloves, shoes and the
various locked components. She must have been drugged by these two men and
taken to this warehouse. Her mouth is filled with a large ball gag and is
unable to make a peep.
“I see our sleeping beauty has awakened. Boy you sure know how to pick them.
Of all the women you could have picked to sell on the black market and you
had to pick the Xena the Warrior Bitch” the second man protest as he
approaches the table.
“Well how was I supposed to know. You asked me to nab the girl and destroy
the evidence. That’s what I did. You got the girl. Her car is toast and now
you are complaining.”
“Yea and that’s another thing. Could you have at least searched the car for
valuables like keys, or anything.”
“What and risk getting my prints all over the interior, no thank you. If you
had told me she was under lock and key I might have, but you didn’t say a
word did you. She is still a catch though, there certainly must be someone
out there that would pay top dollar for a slave in such a predicament.” “Sex
slaves! Sex slaves!” continued the second man “generally sex slave implies
that they will have sex at some point in time. This bitch won’t be having
sex ever in these constraints” “Well fine then, there is no point to
arguing. I say we move on to plan B”
“Yes Plan B. Wendy, don’t bother responding. If you haven’t figured it out
yet last night you were drugged and kidnapped and brought back here with the
sole intent of being sold on the black market. But you appear to have one up
on us with your little outfit. So instead of selling you for a fortune to
some sick millionaire, we plan on cutting our loses and having our own fun
Slowly her mind comes into focus. The keys for all the cuffs are in the
center console and her car is gone and Steve still has the ones for the
belt. “I guess this belt is good for something, at least it will keep me out
of trouble or at least from being sold as a slave” She thought she was in
the clear as she tried to survey her ravished body. Every inch of her body
was throbbing from the intense pounding from the sledgehammer had inflicted.
She was praying that they would let her go certain that she had extra keys
in her apartment.
“Yes,” booms the second voice. “Since you seem to have your mind set on not
having sex we intend to help you out”
A second wave of fear rushes through her body. “For two months I’ve been
waiting to have sex and now this happens, what are they planning”
“Turning you loose wouldn’t be any fun. I am sure you have keys somewhere
and would be able to free yourself upon arriving home. We intend to
permanently lock you in your little outfit so no key can get you out. First
your breasts. I hold in my hand a 1/8-inch diameter wire. Soon your breast
will be pierced with this wire and it will be welded to the cup, forever
securing the cup in place.”
The wire appears huge in his hand and he places it in a vice and bends it
into a U-shape using heavy-duty pliers. “Once the wire is inserted, we will
pull you nipples through the cups even farther before welding them in place.
But first want to make sure you don’t miss the show.” He grabs her elbow
length hair and begins winding it into a ponytail. A rope suspended from the
ceiling is tied to her new ponytail and hoists her head off the table. Her
head is propped up so she can see her naked semi metallic form tied tightly
to the table. Just then the first masked man approaches with a needle the
size of a railroad spike. Suddenly a sharp ripping sensation enters her left
nipple as he stabs the needle deep into her breast and forces it out the
other side. The length of wire is next. As tears pour down her pain soaked
face the wire is forced through. The procedure is repeated to her right
nipple with just as much pain if not more.
With her nipples still throbbing and bleeding from their recent decoration,
the second man approaches with a welding mask and TIG welder. He begins
peeling back the leather gloves and removes the rope from your wrists. She
tries to escape but is in too much pain from her throbbing nipples to
attempt to move. Her hands are then positioned above her head with the cuffs
closely together. In a furry of sparks the cuffs are permanently welded
together and secured above her head to the table with a short length of
chain. Meanwhile the first man has returned with a vial of solution.
“Don’t move. This junk bonds to all metal parts and solidifies them as one.
It is tougher than a good weld without the excessive heat. We were going to
weld the locks shut, but the thick mass would hold too much heat and burn
you badly. See, we are always thinking of you first.” As he laughs evilly.
He slower pours some into the keyhole for the belt and puffs of smoke appear
from the hole. As the smoke dissipates, the second man approaches again and
welds the keyhole shut just to be safe. He then proceeds to weld all the
joints on the belt together effectively making it one solid piece of metal.
He then proceeds to the thighs after rolling the leather boots down he
begins welding the thigh bands above the knees Wendy tries to protest but
can say or do nothing as he moves his way back up her body.
The breast harness is next. The metal straps, which connect the collar and
cups together in the front, are welded as one. She is then cruelly flipped
onto her front side laying face down on her tits. The throbbing increases a
hundred fold while her collar, harness straps, and chastity belt and
permanently secured from the rear. She desperately panics trying to reduce
the pressure on her breasts as the first man forces all of his weight onto
her back grinding her tits into the cold metal table. “No one said you can
move so I suggest you stop” he bellows.
“What is left?” Have we forgotten anything?” Asks the second man.
“Of course we have. You forget the feet, the legs, and the nipples” the
first man contests from his perch atop her back. “You are so forgetful” he
continues while chuckling out loud.
She screams from beneath the gag, as the thought of more abuse to her
nipples becomes apparent. Luckily you are flipped onto you back as the pain
in your breasts briefly reduces. Evilly the first man grabs the wire in each
tit and twists it cruelly and flips it up 90 degrees from the cup as she
winces in the worst pain yet. The wires that were previously threading
through horizontally and now oriented vertically with the tops of the U
prying her nipples out from the cups an additional half inch. Briefly the
first man lets go as the second one grabs it with renewed energy and welds
the ends of the wire to the sides of the harness. The same is done to the
opposite nipple as Wendy nearly passes out from the pain. Both her nipples
are now being permanently pulled and twisted via the thick length of wire
now welded atop each cup. The final straw occurs when smaller pointed cones
are positioned over each nipple and test fitted to the contour of each
spherical metal breast.
“This will prevent you from cutting the wire and removing the cups. You will
not be able to remove the cones to remove the wire. Nor will you ever be
able to caress those throbbing knobs of yours. But first the glue. This glue
was first created for the Screen Actors Guild to make applying actors makeup
and appliances faster to reduce the long days on the set. Unfortunately the
glue was so strong that it could not be used. A solvent was created to
breakdown the adhesive, but after the glue had set 10 hours, even the
solvent was ineffective.”
To demonstrate his point he applied a small drop to his finger and picked up
the phone book lying next to her with the tip of his finger. “This stuff is
as thin as water and will sneak into the smallest cracks. All I need to do
is just drip some into every opening and wipe off the excess. With in 10
minutes the bond will be set. As long as someone administers the solvent
within 10 hours you will have no problem removing the glue. But after that
you may as well throw out the solvent because it will only discolor the
clear color of the glue.” With this said he squirts some solvent on his
finger and the book falls harmlessly onto the table. He then begins pouring
glue around every metal component on her body. She can feel the cool liquid
seeping between her flesh and the metal. The excess is wiped away with a rag
soaked in solvent as her skin begins to harden beneath the metal. First her
collar and its associated straps, then the cups of the harness, then the
waistband of her belt, lastly the crotch strap and thigh bands. The tears
have stopped flowing as her tear ducts run completely dry. As the last of
her flesh solidifies inside her metal prison the second man reappears.
The second man has just returned with a couple of cans of aerosol spray with
an extremely long tube attached to each. He proceeds to insert the tube down
one boot at a time until it has reached her feet. Tilting the can upside
down he empties the can into her boots. Within seconds a gooey substance
begins squeezing around her toes and rising up her legs. Soon a ring of tan
foam appears oozing out the tops of the leather boots. The process is
repeated on her glove hands with the same effect. Within seconds her hands
and legs have began inflating to twice their normal size.
“Liquid insulation, it is a handy man’s dream. It sticks to everything and
seals it permanently and hard as a rock. Initially I was going to fill your
cunt with it but opted not to”
Within fifteen minutes both legs and both hands are rock solid and filled
like balloons. Not an ounce of movement is permitted as the second man
approaches with the cones that are destined for your breasts. “Take one last
look because you will never see those twisted nipples ever again.” He
cruelly flicks each one with his fore finger sending and additional wave of
pain through each nipple before welding the steel cones atop each cup.
With the latest level of defeat added to the outfit her hair is released
from the rope and Wendy’s head is dropped to the table. Her hair is then
coated with Vaseline and wound into a tight ball. A hose is then inserted
into each nostril and sealed in place with silicon. A pair of racquetball
glasses are then strapped over her eyes and sealed with silicon. An earplug
is inserted into each ear cutting off 90% of any noise she once heard in the
room. She is then untied form the table and suspended from her feet above a
bucket of black liquid. The ends of her nose hoses are taped to the collar
to prevent them form becoming clogged. Her entire head is first dipped into
a large bucket of the same glue used on the metal and then dipped into a
bucket of black goo cutting off all vision. She is left this way for
countless hours while the material hardens and shrinks around her skull. She
is finally laid flat again. She can barely her the muffled voices around her
and the clicking noises from the welder as her head is jostled from side to
side for hours on end.
While laying there in complete pain in total silence and darkness her body
is elevated to a new level of pain by the enormous pressures welling up in
her waist. What she can not see is the two evil perpetrators using two
enormous enema bags to fill her using the dildo and butt plug. They have
filled each one with quart after quart of engine oil and the pressures are
slowly skyrocketing within her. Wendy hangs on briefly but soon passe out
from the intense pain.
Wendy finally awakens after what seems like decades. She is lying on her bed
in her room and has no idea of time, day or even the year. She goes to stand
up and finds her legs are still frozen solid. Her hands are still hard as
rocks and welded together above her head. Her mouth is still tightly bound
shut and there is immense pressure on her belt. She remembers the last thing
was filling her up and surmises that they had closed the valves on both the
dildo and butt plug without releasing the fluid. After several attempts to
stand she is finally able to sit on the edge of the bed forcing the plugs
deep inside her. As she glances in the mirror she receives the first look at
herself since she was dunked into the black bucket sometime over the
weekend. Everything she was wearing then had been welded in place and ground
completely smooth. Her legs and hands look like big balloons. Her body
appeared pregnant as her stomach pressed hard against the belt and protruded
above the waist strap. But a cruel addition has been added about her head. A
glossy PVC helmet has cured around her head. A grid of metal bars has been
welded in place over the plastic encircling her head. It appears as though
her head has been stuffed into a medieval birdcage strong enough to hold
back an elephant. The plastic that she was dipped into has been cut free
from around her eyes allowing her to take in her predicament from behind her
goggles. A hole has also been cut through the PVC at the top of hear head
where the metal bars encapsulating her skull come together. Her long hair
now flows from the top of her head like a fountain. Her bizarre haircut is
the only feature on her metal, leather and PVC body that allows her to look
slightly human. The welded bars around her head are welded to a ring around
her hair and to the collar around her neck prohibiting her from looking any
way except forward. The metal grid consists of flat strips of steel about _
inch wide by � inch thick. Each intersection is welded solidly together with
a pin through each one further adding to the archaic look of the
As she waddles into the bathroom, the plugs filling her holes quickly drive
her to a frenzy of erotic convulsions and waves of pain. As she finally
arrives near the toilet she begins fussing with the valves that have been
placed on the two hoses hanging down from the plugs within her belt. Her
rock solid hands prevent gripping the valves and can only knock the valves
around clumsily as she attempts to turn the handles on the ends of the
hoses. She has now all but given up, so close to relieving the pain in her
waist but so far from the slightest relief. Now, stuck in the bathroom
propped against the wall on her frozen 6- inch heeled legs she is forced to
stare forward at herself in the bathroom mirror. She closes her eyes, but
the reality of her situation never goes away.
Wendy is suddenly startled out of her blank stare when I rush up next to
her. Unable to here my entrance I was standing next to her contorted body.
She initially attempts to throw her arms around me, but the welded cuffs do
not allow it. She then reaches for the hoses again. She is screaming within
her gag but only the most minute muffled sounds can be heard. As I begin to
reach for the valves the full realization of the situation sinks in “Dear
God, what the Hell happened here” I had no idea of what had happened to her
Friday night. I initially thought that I went to the wrong place since
neither she nor her car was in the parking lot. I had spent the entire
weekend innocently calling her friends trying to locate her. I had even
contacted the police to file a report. I had spent the weekend alone at her
place and had left for breakfast in the morning only to return to find her
like this. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and opened the valves on her
belt. The most disgusting fluid began pouring from her body. The smell of
used motor oil and urine permeated the room. As I reached over to turn on
the exhaust fan I quickly reached back to flush the toilet the first of many
times. After the first tube began to drip and the flow slowed, I then
released the second valve and was again bombard by the smell of oil and
Finally after what seemed like hours I was able to move Wendy’s limp frame
into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. I quickly found an old plastic
bucket and secured the open valves to the inside of the bucket to prevent
any additional drainage from ruining the bed. I then knelt down to her ear
to tell her goodbye, there was no reaction so I did not know if she could
hear my words, or was just unable to react to them. I immediately left to
pick up various tools and equipment that I might need to help remove her
from her bonds.
About two hours later I arrived back at the apartment to find her still
laying flat, but conscious, on the bed. The bucket was about half full. I
immediately began working on her face. Her glasses had become completely
fogged up making it very difficult for her to see anything. Luckily I was
able to cut the elastic bands on the glasses and wiggle the lenses out from
beneath the metal frame. I quickly established a quick system of
communication. “If you can hear me” I shouted, ” blink once for yes and two
for no.” “Are you okay?” one blink much to my surprise. “Are you in pain?”
one blink again. “Are you hungry?” one blink followed by many frantic
blinks. “Should we go to the hospital?” two blinks. “What would you like
removed next? Collar?” two. “Your hands?” two. “Your feet?” two. “Your
mouth?” one. This took a little more time but was finally able to remove a
small section of steel from over her mouth. Next I carefully cut an opening
in the PVC for her lips fortunately avoiding cutting too deeply and slicing
up her face. Once the steel and plastic were cut open the gag was slowly
extracted from her mouth. This was still extremely difficult since the
remainder of her steel head-cage was still in place. Luckily her greasy
lipstick had prevented the glue and liquid PVC from adhering to her skin
with great tenacity.
The first thing out of her mouth was “water, what day is it?” I quickly ran
to the kitchen for a glass and straw and she started sucking it down like it
was going out of style. She then began explaining the entire weekend to me
in great deal. While I prepared something to eat. She brought me right up to
the time that I found her in the bathroom and stopped. “Stuck, stuck
forever” as the tears poured over her steel helmet. With this I began
probing her body hoping to prove her wrong. The adhesive was incredible. If
not for the stark contrast between the thick bright metal and the soft tan
skin the transition was invisible. I began trying to peel the two apart but
the skin would not separate. Instead it turn red with irritation as Wendy
began screaming in pain from the force pulling at her skin. Under careful
inspection her entire breast harness; collar, cups and straps; along with,
both the crotch and waistband of her chastity belt and the 3-inch straps
around her thighs were glued solidly in place. The 3-inch wide band about
her wrists could hopefully be cut and bent since they had fit to loosely to
Her hands and legs would be a completely different issue. The insulation had
swelled up exerting considerable pressure on her body. It had also glued to
her skin as it cured. Although long term exposure is typically not harmful,
it would be very difficult to remove. The foam was extremely dense and hard
to cut. It was also inconsistent in depth, which means it could not be cut
quickly for free of cutting to deep. Her face was in a similar predicament.
The plastic would offer some protection for her face but not enough to
protect from the saws and power tools that would be required to cut away the
steel bars. Upon further inspection the same adhesive had been applied to
her face and would not be removable without great damage.
After she consumed tons of food they began discussing how to address her
situation. She would not and could not press charges. She had never seen the
face of either of the two men and the lighting was so poor in the bar
combined with the drugs she was given made it impossible to recall that
night. Even if charges were pressed they would not be able to free her from
her prison. She then decided to stay in her trap and have whatever could be
safely removed from her body taken off as soon as possible. It was decided
that the harness and belt would have to stay due to their physical
attachment. The helmet would also stay for two reasons. The first was
because of the welds to the collar. The second was because of the PVC helmet
and the risk to her face from cutting the bars. She had all but accepted the
permanence of her current outfit. As long as she was stuck here, she might
as well look as good as possible. Removing the steel from the helmet would
leave nasty rips, grooves and tears in an otherwise perfectly smooth face.
Despite the archaic look of the helmet there was something about it that had
drawn her into the whole bondage scene from the start that she could not let
go of. Since the ball gag and glasses were removed she was able to breath,
eat and see without any complications. Her hearing was still very muffled
but could not be fixed because the glue had permanently set.
We contacted her boss on Tuesday morning to say that she had quit and to
forward any pertinent information to my address in Ohio. It was obvious that
she could no longer live alone and working would be out of the question at
least until her legs and arms were freed. I quickly dissolved her lease and
drove her back to Ohio. I had a rather secluded house and had a fairly
complete garage in which I could work to remove her bonds. Wednesday we
drove up to Ohio and parked in the garage where she could be operated on. It
was close to midnight when we finally got in and although she wanted to
start that night I had to get some sleep and rested until morning.
First thing Thursday I set to work on her wrist cuffs. Fortunately I had
acquired an underwater torch set through an auction a few years ago. I knew
I would never use it, but the price was right so I bought it. I constructed
a crude tank large enough to submerge her in while I cut off the cuffs. The
material was so thick that immense heat would be generated to cut through
the metal. The cool water should be sufficient to avoid burning her skin to
a crisp. Once the cuffs were cut they were pried open and finally removed.
Her wrists were badly bruised and scraped up from the weeklong misery they
had endured. With her arms finally detached from one anther she clumsily
embraced me with her stiff over- inflated fingers. It took a couple of days
to free each hand. By Sunday both of her smooth grossly enlarged hands were
back to their normal size but covered in a rough film that had stuck to her
hands. It would take two weeks before all of the chunks would wear off of
her hands and another four months before the fuzz and adhesive would
completely wear off.
After seeing the results on her hands and wrists she was very reluctant to
have her legs removed from there casts as well. After another week of
immobility, she realized that she could not remain with her legs completely
motionless from her toes to her waist. The additional pressure exerted on
her legs coupled with the pain from 2 solid weeks of 5-inch heels was all
she could tolerate. It took a week to release each of her legs and the
results were less than appealing. Her legs were covered in chunks of foamed
adhesive and thick scale left over from the insulation. They were so
disgusting that she could not stand the site of them. After a month of
enduring the emotional site she begged to have them covered. Eventually I
purchased a thick pair of Rubber skintight stockings that covered her from
her toes to the waistband on the chastity belt. A small hole was cut into
the crotch area for the D-Ring and two drain tubes on the belt. Another pair
of holes was cut in place so the D-rings on the thigh cuffs were allowed to
protrude through as well. A chain was locked in place through the three
rings to make sure that once the stockings were in place they were not to be
removed. Also small holes were cut out for each toe letting each little pale
toe pop out from the long length of black shiny rubber. After the toe holes
were cut in she confessed that she wished I would have left them covered.
“It’s just like my hair, it serves as a constant reminder that there is
something human beneath all of this. It would be so much easier to endure if
it wasn’t for the constant reminders. If I could think of myself as some
machine, some mechanical device, it would not be such torture”
By this point in time she had turned into the perfect submissive. She was
unable to leave the house for obvious reasons, perfectly content to stay in
the basement since climbing the stairs was far too much excitement coming
from down below. She spent the bulk of her time surfing the net and seeing
the world from the computer. Anything I requested she immediately moved to
the task. Whether she was truly a slave all along and had not known it, or
because she knew that she had no other choice. Either way I was loving life.
Although sex for her was completely out of the question, Wendy had become
quite good at oral sex and was at the ready 24 hours a day. Although any
sexual activity left her highly frustrated, she was dying to pleasure me
whenever the urge struck either one of us. We also began frequenting
“bondage nights” at various clubs far from the house. We were always dressed
to the hilt so we never feared getting recognized. These were the only
places that she felt comfortable going, even then she often became upset
knowing that everyone could be freed whenever they wanted and were in no way
as severely punished as she.
Within a month the next gift arrived and Wendy was carried up to the garage
for installation. I had contacted Pennsylvania shortly after the rubber
nylons had arrived and ordered a pair of shoes, but not just any shoes. The
long weeks with her legs held solid left her unable to flex her feet flat.
The only shoes she could wear were the 5-inch heeled shoes that she had
bought prior to the kidnapping incident. The shoes that I had ordered were
of the 6-inch variety and were made from solid steel. They could only be
welded shut and did not have any buckles or anything. Four steel dividers
fit between her toes to keep them pointed straight and to prevent them from
rubbing against each other. At first she did not want anything to do with
them, but after she tried them on she practically screamed “Weld them on!”
The steel covered her toes but would allow her toenails to grow one inch
before showing through the ends. The shoes also covered her entire foot. Her
toes, ankles, arch, everything was completely incased in a steel boot
extending just above her ankle. She was so happy to see her human toes
disappear beneath the steel covers that she could not wait to have them in
A year has passed since that fateful night and things have changed very
little. Surprisingly Wendy is leading an average life all things considered.
The hygiene problems I thought we would never overcome have not been an
issue. The glue beneath the metal must have soaked into the pores and
prevented her from sweating. She still showers daily but has had no
drawbacks from the inability to towel herself off in those areas. The same
has occurred with the foam that incased her legs for so long. Any moisture
from showering or sweating has no negative effects on her legs. Every other
month we unlock and roll down her stockings and find the same things. Her
legs are still covered in foam but are in healthy condition. Each month she
looks at her legs, a shadow of their former glory, and immediately begs for
them to be recovered. Her hair is still growing at the normal rate through
the steel inlet at the top of her head. We have debated trying to cut the
back of her helmet off but she has become so accustomed to the look that it
does not bother her nearly as much as it originally did. Her breasts still
throb to this day and are a constant source of pain. Although we have no way
to tell for sure, we hope that there was no infection from the piercing. We
are both operating under the assumption that if it hasn’t affected her yet,
it must be okay. Her body is almost completely covered now. About 3 months
after the shoes were installed we had went to another bondage show. While we
were there she fell in love with a woven steel top and spent a great deal of
time talking with the owner. She is now the proud owner of two chaine-maile
sleeves which have been weld together in the back and then welded onto the
breast harness along the back strap, collar and cup straps. The outfit was
custom made by appointment and is very heavy due to the tightly interlocked
links. It is also very secure due to the hundreds of rings pierced through
her skin to hold it in place. She is very happy with the results and is
still seeking ways of covering what remains of her body. After the addition
of the metal sleeves there is a small triangular patch of flesh above her
breast beneath her collar and her midsection under the breast harness and
above the belt. Every month she bends forward and sees those unsightly fuzzy
legs with the chunks of foam and metal thigh bands clinging to her legs. She
begs me to have a steel band welded around her midsection to secure the
breast harness and belt as one unit. She nearly convinced me to buy a corset
to cover and compress her midsection beyond all comprehension. But every
month I tell her no, insert an inflatable gag in her mouth and suspend her
by her hair until she drops the subject.
#1 – Order the cuckold to go bowling wearing a bright colored thong, which will consistently show when he is in action. Watch other’s responses and regardless, tell him that others are laughing and talking about his visible thong.
#2 – Talk to cuck about your deepest, darkest, and naughtiest fantasies. Tell cuck some of the crazy stories, ideas, toys, or people that you fantasize about. Don’t be shy or embarrassed, because cuck will definitely enjoy hearing about them and this will further open the doors to communication and pleasure for both you and cuck.
#3 – Force cuck to ask permission to piss at all times… employ discipline and creativity including forcing him into the tub, feet in the air and cock aimed at his own face to drench himself in his own warm urine
#4 – Force him to go down on you and lick you clean after you both orgasm. Make it a general rule that he must clean you up with his tongue every time he cums. Tease him that he should get used to the taste of cum dripping from you because next time it probably will be someone else’s cum he’ll be licking from between your legs!
#5 – Always make cuck lick you clean after having sex with him. More generally, always make cuck lick his cum up after any orgasm. This is a must as cuck will become accustomed to pleasing you beyond himself (difficult for any man to stay aroused after his orgasm), and this will make him well trained for when he is ordered to clean you of your Bull’s / lover’s cum. Should cuck only be allowed to cum in a condom, prick the end and make cuck consume the contents in entirety. Making cuck a cum guzzler will prove valuable for your future Bulls and lovers and it will be easy to eventually train him to beg for their cum as well as his own.
#6 – Practice “Orgasm Control” training on cuck. Train him to stop, force, or ruin his orgasms through your commands. Make sure to ruin his orgasms frequently as he will remain excited and in an excited state of mind to please you sexually. This is important early on in cuck’s training, but with time he should be excited to please you regardless of whether he has dribbled his useless cum:)
#7 – Humiliate your cuck husband in public frequently (discretely)…remember the humiliation is heightened given public forum. Take him shopping for panties/lingerie, adult toys, force cuck to wear a thong that is visible from time to time, force him to keep his zipper “accidentally” undone with bright panties inside, etc.
#8 – Order cuck to wear a tight panty girdle over a slim (not too slim, but allowing movement) butt plug with plenty of lubricants, and force him to accompany you shopping or dining out. As the plug slips in and out, it will give cuck a good self-fucking. If it does slip completely out, bring cuck to a locking public bathroom and make him suck it while you roughly spank him for being so loose.
#9 – Create a pet name for cuck that pleases you and makes him feel embarrassed, emasculated and humiliated…whore, slut, cunt, sissy, sperm whore, sperm lover, cum guzzler, actual feminine name, etc…you should have a pet name for cuck’s lil white penis also like boyclit, tiny, puny, nub, inny, miniature, etc…make sure never to use the term cock with him as cuck is not worthy of the “cock” title…that is for your lovers / Bulls that actually have a cock that is superior, bigger, thicker, harder, better, and more satisfying than cuck’s lil boy clit.
#10 – While cuck is blindfolded, fuck him with various dildos…make him name which dildo (black 8 inches, white 6 inches, various pet names, etc.) was used and punish him with spankings, nipple clamps, etc. if he is incorrect…his boypussy should be trained to differentiate length, width, texture, etc.
#11 – Order cuck to roll a washcloth into a tight tube and place it in the crack of his sissy ass/boy pussy. cuck must sit on this, in this manner, whenever he is at the computer, is driving, or otherwise is seated, all day once a week. cuck should be forced to try to rock back and forth like a good boytoy and think how nice it would be if you were fucking him inside his boy pussy and report back to you.
#12 – Order cuck to wear/insert embarrassing clothing or items while working out at the gym…chastity, butt plugs, panties, bows around his genitals, cock rings, etc. Force him to take pictures for compliance whether discretely in stalls, bathrooms or more adventurous in the open locker room.
#13 – Make cuck tan the word ¨SISSY, SLAVE or other” just above his boy clit or boy pussy and force him to maintain it for a period of time
#14 – Tease him about other cocks when you are having sex with him… let him know you would prefer something bigger and better… talk about how full others make you feel… elaborate with a lot of words
#15 – Cuck was begging for sexual release and I was not necessarily feeling sexual myself. However, I am always feeling naughty and a bit dominant so I told cuck he could masturbate into a cup (before midnight) and then coat his face with the entire content/cum from the cup and sleep like that until morning.
#16 – Give cuck golden showers consistently so he gets accustomed to and enjoyment from all your fluids. Train him to cum while he is coated in your nectar (tease him or have him tease himself so that he is close before the golden shower and then allow him the ability to only cum while you are peeing on him (if you finish before he cums, he is not allowed to do so)!
#17 – Only allow cuck to masturbate his lil white boy clit as such…meaning he should never be allowed to stroke it like a cock, but only manipulate the underside of the head with a finger or two like a clit. If pleased, allow him to cum this way and only this way going forward.
#18 – Order cuck to pee only when his boy pussy is filled with a butt plug. cuck must be sitting down and the door must be open at all times when you are present…if cuck wishes to pee and is not wearing a butt plug, make him insert the plug and wear it a minimum of 15 minutes before granting him permission to pee.
#19 – Bring one of Bull’s friends over that cuck has not met and after introducing him to your cuck, tell your cuck to get you both some drinks as you begin kissing and fondling him…upon your cuck’s return, have Bull’s friend buried deep inside of you and ignore that cuck has returned.
#20 – It is important to keep cuck guessing, wondering and thinking about you all the time regardless of his situation. Give cuck orders at random times while he is at home, at work, etc. Allow him a time limit to respond back depending on his job, but push those limits…forcing cuck to take pictures are a good way to demonstrate his compliance with your orders. Simple things like ordering him to wear certain garments to work and photo his compliance. Having him spank himself in a public stall, force certain or random objects inside his own boy pussy throughout the day, forcing him to make a homemade leash while away, ordering him to coat his boy clit in toothpaste or ben gay throughout the day, take his temperature hourly with an anal thermometer and provide you the readings, etc.
#21 – Subject cuck to inspections frequently…forcing him to bend over and spread the cheeks to his boy pussy making sure that his he is cleanly shaven, presentable, and ready for penetration at anytime. Should hairs be found, they should be plucked individually or apply a healthy amount of Nair…both will cause pain and ultimately train cuck to make sure he is always presentable.
#22 – Always make cuck taste or coat his lips with any precum that leaves his lil boy clit…if his underwear/panties are wet, make cuck lick the spot to make sure he consumes the taste. Of note, cuck should be disciplined and punished for leaking without permission.
#23 – Require cuck to wear light-colored pants (tan linen pants for example) with no underwear…while at a bar or restaurant, order cuck to the bathroom with a glass full of ice. Make cuck insert all of the cubes into his boy cunt. Have cuck return and see what happens by the time you allow him to leave the establishment (in terms of a wet spot formation:). For further degradation, order cuck to the bar for a drink or back to the bathroom so you can see the reactions from other people.
#24 – Punish cuck frequently for insubordination by spanking, cropping and whipping him until he has welts on his ass…take him shopping, to the gym or other places where he is forced to remove his clothes and let others catch a glimpse of his welts, bruises and marks.
#25 – Order cuck to purchase and wear a butt-plug with a tail while cleaning the house. Force him to keep his tail wagging or spank him roughly if not pleased with his efforts to humiliate himself. Video or photograph him and post-compliance on site.
#26 – Order cuck to wear his butt plug and have a string tying him from the plug to the sink and force him to do the dishes. cuck will be naked except for the plug and a pretty apron. After finishing, force cuck to wait patiently for you to inspect his work and decide if it is time to untie his sink leash.
#27 – Order cuck to wear a vibrating butt plug that has a “loud” mode that can be heard when in a quiet setting. Clearly, you should control the remote and the settings and at your discretion, you can create both an embarrassing and humiliating situation as you wish…sitting on hard stools at a bar may create louder sounds and deeper humiliation:)
#28 – Force cuck to stop while you are fucking and order him to pull out…then Queen him (force him to eat you while you are on top and he is on his back). Don’t let him have any room to move his head out of the way, strongly hold him in place and enjoy your orgasm. Do not let him have any sexual satisfaction thereafter.
#29 – One of my favorites and my Bull always appreciates periods of time before seeing him that he requires this aspect.
As a surprise, force cuck to put a condom on. Tell him that you are not ready to let him cum inside you except on very very special occasions. Tell cuck that it is a privilege to be inside you and that you will allow your lovers / Bulls inside bareback, but definitely not him. Should you allow cuck to cum in his condom, make sure to feed him the contents immediately thereafter or save in the fridge or freezer for later use!
#30 – While engaging in heavy foreplay, immediately stop cuck before letting him penetrate you. Make him ask your permission to do so and proceed to make him beg to be allowed the privilege of penetrating you. Always make him thank you before and afterward. cuck should always feel honored to be with you!
#31 – Order cuck to pee sitting down at all times. While at home the door must be open at all times for your derogatory comments when you choose to deliver them:)
#32 – Frequently torture cuck…every cuck needs to be punished and this needs to come in the form of both physical and psychological punishments…spanking, cropping, caning, candle wax, rulers, clamps, etc…don’t forget about his useless balls as he will be trained more quickly with punishment to his balls…again candle wax, stretching devices, weights, humbler, electric current, clothespins, clamps, string, tape, and frequently separate them as they are more sensitive when taped or tied off separately and tightly…again REAL punishment is critical to cuck’s training and improved discipline and complete obedience will come from these training methods (of note…he can take much more than you think and you need to push his limits here to modify/improve his behavior).
#33 – Order cuck to frequently wear clear fingernail polish and have him communicate how appreciative he is to comply with this order as you could choose other colors. If you don’t get strong positive feedback, force him to wear bright red for a day and then revert back to clear.
#34 – Order cuck to wear a butt plug while working out at the gym. Force cuck to dress as normal without intentionally hiding it and as part of normalcy, cuck should be required to shower as normal.
#35 – Tie cuck spread eagle to the bed and tease him for hours. Make sure cuck is hard, but don’t let him cum period!
#36 – Show cuck your panty covered pussy, make cuck smell it and tease and torment him with it. Make him beg to taste you, but only with your permission. Should you choose, order him to orally pleasure you through your panties.
#37 – Constantly tease cuck’s penis / boyclit and his inability to satisfy you. Whether about the lack of size, stamina or other, it is important that cuck knows he is inadequate compared to your lovers / Bulls and he embraces his inferiority.
#38 – As punishment for disobedience (one of many), order cuck to squat and piss in the backyard for a day, weekend, or even longer periods of time depending on circumstances. Forcing cuck to be in chastity while doing so is even better!
#39 – Discretely but abruptly require cuck to kneel and kiss your heels, boots, shoes or hands at random times (both in public and more frequently in private).
#40 – Threaten cuck consistently…tell him you will do something naughty to him that you know he fantasizes about…tell cuck you are going to share his story and fantasies with others, friends, coworkers, family members, etc.
#41 – Coat cuck’s boy clit with toothpaste and make him put on a condom to keep his boy clit tingling for a long period of time. Require reapplication every hour throughout the day.
#42 – Spray sugar-free breath spray on cuck’s plug before forcing him to insert it deep into his boypussy!
#43 – While watching a movie together, each time a woman is shown laughing or amused, require that cuck dildo-fuck his boy pussy for two full minutes…this will attach the aspect of laughing with cuck being forced to fuck himself.
#44 – Order cuck to wear a thong and make sure the straps are visible on his backside when he bends (as his shirt lifts) or as you lift his shirt as desired…force him to make it visible for periods of time as to make sure that others can catch glimpses of it should they be looking at that time. Take cuck to an adult toy store to purchase toys and order cuck to keep the thong visible the entire time.
#45 – Order cuck to keep his boy pussy well-lubricated all day, lubricating it every two hours, and then at the top of every hour cuck should fuck his boy pussy with something different and creative for 5 minutes. Have cuck keep a chart as well as photograph compliance. Punishment should be administered for disobedience, lack of creativity or small items utilized.
#46 – Use some strong pink string (kite string, etc.), tie a slip noose in the end and tighten it around the head of cuck’s boy clit, tug on it, pull it, shake it, lead him with it, whatever pleases or amuses you…when not in your presence make sure cuck keeps the pink string in a bow as a reminder of his servitude and dedication to you.
#47 – Take lots of naughty, sexy, and perverted pictures of each other. cuck pictures should include him being humiliated, dressed as a sissy, etc. Always post these on fetlife or similar site. Threaten that sexy pictures of you will be distributed to his “hot” friends, co-workers, etc.
#48 – If cuck is really horny and bothering you, it may be time to curb his interest by ordering him to jerk off 5 – 6 times in a row. Use it as skin conditioner… 3 times on each foot, have him spread it around and lick them clean after each orgasm.
#49 – Order cuck to bring himself to the edge of orgasm and stay there until you give him permission. When you give the command he must cum within 15 seconds (or a period that you are confident he will fail to do so) and then punish cuck when he fails to do so. Keep cuck that way for 30 minutes, an hour…or as long as you want, finally communicating that he is not allowed to do so given he can’t come within your timeframe.
#50 – Order cuck to tape rough felt or very fine sandpaper inside a shirt over the nipples…effect should be stimulation, not damage.
#51 – While you are driving in daylight with cuck in the passenger seat, require him to remove all his clothes except a pair of panties and masturbate his lil boy clit. Drive by and maintain uncomfortable amounts of time beside trucks where there is easy visibility into the car where cuck is masturbating.
#52- While out for a casual dinner, hand cuck a small bag of items and order him to the bathroom to comply. When cuck opens the bag to see panties, a butt plug, ben gay, a long piece of string/yarn to create a leash, and lipstick, cuck will be shaking with excitement and fear.
#53 – While at a restaurant or bar, order cuck to the bathroom to masturbate and cum. Force him to coat his lips and other visible parts of his face/body with his cum before returning back to the table.
#54 – Place nipple clamps on cuck and constantly play with them, occasionally removing and re-attaching for his painful pleasure.
#55 – Force cuck on his back with his feet tied over head and eating you out with ass exposed for your pleasure and abuse.
#56 – Require cuck to wear temporary tattoos or other markings, hidden or not. Require cuck to wear a temporary tramp stamp and make it visible in public when he bends or you intentionally lift his shirt. Mark cuck on his chest, back, legs, etc. and take him shopping (ordering him to try on clothes so that markings are visible when changing). Accompany cuck to the gym and work out with him forcing him to do many exercises where bending or stretching is necessary and thereby making these marking/tattoos visible. Accompany cuck to a yoga class requiring him to the front and forcing him to wear a tight shirt…almost every yoga pose will cause marked body parts to be visible. Make cuck change and shower in the locker room whereby others will clearly see these markings.
Further deeper humiliation at gym…force fuck to wear pink or other colorful ribbons/bows around his lil boy clit and require him to keep it applied during gym visits, etc.
#57 – When you go out, order cuck to creatively and seductively tie himself up, be naked or dressed up as a slut, and be at or near the door for when you arrive home.
#58 – Make cuck wear your panties, pantyhose, thigh highs, etc. under his regular clothes when he goes out or goes to work so that he is constantly thinking of you and your control over him.
#59 – Make cuck wear a collar and lead him around with a leash (like a dog). This can be done privately or better yet out back, at fetish parties, etc. Further humiliation and punishment can come in other similar forms…attach a leash to cuck’s balls or tight lil cock ring, and lead cuck around with that. Tie it off in front of the sink while he does the dishes at home and various other places while in public (to the car, to a cage or another slave at a fetish party, etc. Ride cuck around as your ponyboy…roughly spanking with a riding crop while doing so.
#60 – Put on cuck’s favorite lingerie and tease him with your sexy, irresistible body. Forcing him tied to the bed or in compromising positions escalates the eroticism.
#61 – Teasing…always tease cuck in a number of ways. (i.e. don’t allow him permission to play, masturbate, worship you, etc. Teasing consistently and often will keep cuck on edge and will push cuck to a point where he’ll “Do anything to please You”
#62 – Force cuck to hump a pillow in panties, and on your command, force cuck to cum in the panties and remain in that position for a few minutes. His cum will soak through to the pillow…require cuck to continue wearing the cum soaked panties and sleep on the cum covered pillow (where his cum leaked through).
#63 – Order cuck to insert anal beads in his boy pussy, lie face down on his bed, and fuck a pillow with his lil boy clit without cumming. Tie a cord from the beads over the end of the bed and attach lead weights. cuck must tense his boy pussy to keep the beads from slipping out. There will be severe paddling or other penalties for each bead that slips out. Over time additional weights may be added as cuck’s boy pussy is more and more trained. This can also be done in a standing position…do not allow cuck to cum and if he does, roughly punish him in a manner that you choose.
#64 – Simply stop cuck in the middle of sex, order him to pull out of you and tell him that you don’t want to continue. Order him to put on an extension/strap-on and then require that he brings you to sexual gratification.
#65 – Tease cuck about what his ex-girlfriends must have thought of him, his useless cock, and his pathetic fetishes. Threaten cuck that you are going to speak with these former girlfriends about his perverted fantasies.
#66 – Take cuck on a shopping spree and make sure at various points, within certain stores, and methodically throughout the trip, there are hints to clerks, etc. so that he is embarrassed and humiliated…have him try on lingerie, heels, perfumes, lipsticks, go to a discrete manicure location and have his nails done, etc…have his genitals, chest, legs, and armpits waxed. Enter a tattoo parlor and make derogatory suggestions about the types of tattoos cuck should have applied or piercings that would be appropriate. If an advanced stage, force cuck to get a tattoo or piercing!
#67 – Order cuck to collect his own cum when you are not forcing him to eat it. Have him collect in an ice tray or cup and freeze it. This will enable you to utilize it later to tease and torment him, whether feeding it to him, coating his body, etc. It will be a mind fuck when you are going to bring it into play and it is easy to warm in the microwave. A few other ideas…Insert frozen cum cubes in your pussy and force him to orally service and please you…cubes will melt and he will be servicing you and eating his cum simultaneously. Allow them to melt on cuck’s pillow and force him to sleep on his own melting cum:)
#68 – Order cuck to buy a black strap-on for himself when he will be traveling or away from you. Order cuck to put a condom on it, and practice sucking and plugging his boy pussy with it. Order him to video-record his practice to verify his obedience and for further humiliation and discipline, force cuck to suck and clean the strap-on after he has fucked himself. This will teach him to be clean when you fuck him.
#69 – Require cuck to wear light-colored pants (tan linen pants for example) with no underwear. Order cuck to wear a vibrating cock ring where you control the remote (wireless). While at a bar or restaurant keep it vibrating until cuck cums in his pants creating a visible and embarrassing wet spot. Great to do beneath a table cloth but then order him to the restroom to clean up or order him to walk slowly from the bar or restaurant when finished…most people will not notice a wet spot, but the mental fuck will be amazing…he will feel like he is walking through the bar or restaurant naked. If you can do so discretely, force him to cum while you are both sitting at the bar and this way you can see the wetness forming as he is actually cumming.
#70 – Order cuck to bind his boy clit inside his pants with a discrete string or rope that is visible outside of his pants. You can then use this as a subtle leash as you wish…tug on, lead around, force into a kneeling position, etc.
#71 – Force cuck to wear lipstick and panties when you are out and will be returning home. It will force cuck to think about you and your needs while away and your obedient cuck will be a welcome sight when you return home from your evening/night.
#72 – If you are early on in your cuck relationship and have not brought other men into your bedroom yet, tell cuck you’re going to make him watch you have sex with someone else and he will be allowed to watch and learn how it should really be done.
#73 – When cuck is on edge, allow him to cum, but only by fucking a blow-up doll. To top off the humiliation, force cuck to clean his own cum from the doll’s holes using his mouth and tongue.
#74 – Order cuck to keep a chart of his temperature all day (a specific day that you choose), taking his temperature every hour on the quarter past. cuck is only allowed to use a rectal thermometer, of course. cuck must get the electronic kind that beeps when his ass / boy pussy has been penetrated long enough to read the temperature. Have him text you the temperatures and post a photographed chart to the internet.
#75 – Order cuck to fuck his boy pussy with a dildo for 10 minutes and then allow him 1 minute to cum. If cuck fails to cum, roughly spank him for 5 minutes, then try the full process again until he gets it right!
#76 – Tie cuck down to the bed and tie his hands to his lil boy clit. Do not give him permission to play or even get hard…if cuck cannot comply, proceed to give him harsh punishments for disobedience and until he is no longer erect.
#77 – For any dildo or vibrator used in your ass or pussy, make cuck beg and then allow him to lick it clean.
#78 – Force cuck on the bed naked and scratch him with your fingernails…roughly pinch his nipples, his balls, and his lil boy clit. Add a knife to play for heightened anxiety from cuck.
#79 – Deny him orgasms for extended periods of time
#80 – Frequently require cuck to wear a chastity belt or cock cage…extended periods of wear should be required.
#81 – Spank or whip cuck. (wooden spoon, hair brush, belt, ruler, ping pong paddle, riding crop, switch, cat-o-nine tails…). Spanking cuck over your knee can be simple and incredibly humiliating.
#82 – Lock a padlock on cuck’s useless lil balls…stretch them (his balls) with other devices frequently.
#83 – Require cuck to order an anal ring toss game. You and your friends or lover / Bull can torment and tease cuck while you compete to win
#84 – Go with cuck to the drug store to buy condoms. Make him find a woman/girl behind the counter and force him to ask her if they have the small ones.
#85 – Constantly comment on how well other men look to you and pointing them out. Specifically, point out men with bulges in their pants if visible. Tell cuck you like men with big cocks and that his lil boy clit is inadequate for you.
#86 – Make him clean the house wearing a penis gag, butt plug, chastity, panties, stockings and bright red lipstick…crop him if he does not do a good enough job.
#87 – Have cuck blindfolded and forced to keep his mouth open while you tease him with fingers, toes, pussy, ass, or anything else… telling him the next thing you put in his mouth is going in his ass/boy pussy and then back to his mouth. For deep humiliation do exactly that!
#88 – Force cuck to use Tabasco as a lubricant for masturbation, inside a condom, on a strap-on, etc.
#89 – Order cuck to accompany you and your Bull to a dance club…have cuck order drinks as you and your Bull grope each other on the dance floor allowing your Bull to slightly lift your dress while rubbing your pussy and ass in front of others…later in the evening and after a great deal of teasing, fuck your Bull in the bathroom (stall if the bathroom does not lock) and after returning to the table, feed cuck your Bull’s cum with your fingers…make sure to press your fingers deep inside your stretched and pleasured cunt to gather all of your Bull’s cum to feed cuck.
#90 – Either order cuck to stay erect for long periods of time, or don’t give cuck permission to be hard at all… whichever works for the situation, be sure to punish cuck when he fails! Preventing cuck from being hard during periods of sexuality (i.e. telling cuck of your fantasies, or actual engagements with other men, while teasing him, etc.) is ideal as is ordering cuck to be hard during periods of low sexuality (while in business meetings, attending public events, etc.). The situation creates the mind fuck here.
#91 – Order cuck to purchase a kennel that he can fit in and keep him naked and caged by the bed. You and your lover / Bull can fuck, scream and enjoy each other immensely while cuck is caged by the very bed you and your Bull are enjoying yourself in. The bull can shove his superior cum coated cock inside the cage for cuck to worship and clean. Various other tormenting acts can follow…prodding, forced masturbation, squat on the cage and drip Bull’s cum on cuck from your freshly fucked pussy, have Bull and you take turns pissing on cuck while he is caged, etc.
#92 – Tease cuck endlessly before your Bull arrives…feed cuck Viagra and allow him to watch as your Bull deeply and roughly fucks you, stretching and pounding away at your eager cunt. Allow cuck to continue to tease himself (manipulating his boy clit, but not allowing an orgasm) while you are nearly split in two by your Bull. cuck will be crazy with excitement and willing to do anything for you and your Bull. Take this opportunity, to reach under the bed and hand cuck a cheap and whorish blow up doll. You and your Bull then order cuck to cum, but only doing so as he fucks the blow-up doll. Tease and torment cuck as he fucks and cums inside the doll…make cuck, using his eager tongue, clean out the doll of his own cum in front of you and your Bull afterward…for deeper humiliation, make cuck order a tv doll and have him suck the doll’s cock while cuck cums in the doll’s mouth (engaging in a 69 position).
#93 – After your Bull has pleased you immensely and emptied ample amounts of his warm and thick cum inside your stretched and well-fucked pussy, spoon feed your Bull’s dripping cum from your cunt into your cuck’s eager and waiting mouth. Make cuck beg to consume each mouthful and make him swish the salty superior fluid around in his mouth before allowing it down his slutty throat.
#94 – Unexpectedly have cuck take you to meet your Bull and your Bull’s friends at a bar or restaurant…make cuck sit there while you make out with your Bull and his friends…tease and torment cuck about the amazing and incredible sexual relationship that you and your Bull have…have your Bull order cuck to the restroom to cum in a glass and bring it back to the table. When cuck returns, make him sit there for at least a half hour in anticipation of what order will come next. When amused at cuck’s anxiety, either you or your Bull or even worse one of Bull’s friends will order cuck to consume his own cum. Everyone should ridicule and degrade him while doing so.
#95 – Have Bull order cuck to hold your legs wide while your Bull penetrates, stretches and fucks you deeper, harder and more pleasurable than cuck could ever do…you and your Bull should order cuck to watch as your eager cunt stretches to accommodate the much larger and superior cock…tease and torment cuck about how his boy clit could never do so and even to a lesser extent now that you have felt what a REAL cock can do.
#96 – Per Bull’s orders, have cuck write degrading aspects on your body with permanent marker…slut for black cock, dirty whore, cum here, black cock only, cum slut, etc.
Another option…order cuck to get temporary tattoos for you as well as cuck and let Bull choose which “sayings” should go where:)
#97 – After your Bull has filled your sore and stretched pussy with his thick, salty, warm cum, grab a celery stick, scoop your lover’s / Bull’s cum from your freshly fucked cunt and feed the celery stick to cuck.
#98 – Tell your cuck that your Bull is going to fuck you in the ass one evening and to make it easier to take Bull’s large cock, you should insert and wear a butt plug during the day. Force cuck to worship your ass and lube your ass with his spit prior to insertion. Later that day, when your Bull arrives and removes the plug, order cuck to suck the plug clean. You both should degrade cuck while forcing him to next suck your Bull to hardness. cuck should then be ordered to hold your ass cheeks apart as Bull’s large superior cock penetrates your tight tender asshole. Force cuck to lick and suck your Bull’s massive cock clean after it is pulled from your ass and then sit on cuck’s face and make him worship, clean and drink your Bull’s cum from your well fucked stretched ass.
#99 – Force cuck to give you a foot massage on his knees while you make out and engage in passionate foreplay with your lover / Bull on the couch…make cuck lick, suck, and worship your toes. Both you and your Bull should make derogatory and degrading comments about cuck.
#100 – If your cuck is not present, call him while fucking your Bull or set the phone beside the bed so your cuck can listen to your pussy being filled and pleasured…make sure you are vocal and really sharing your enjoyment of being filled, stretched and fucked by your superior Bull.
#101 – Force cuck to remove your wet panties after you are aroused by your Bull. Order cuck to wear them while you are fucked and pleasured by your superior Bull. Order cuck to cum in them and clean them afterward in front of you and your Bull with his mouth/tongue.
#102 – Order cuck to watch as you and your Bull have amazing sex…moan and compliment your Bull often for being so much better than your cuck…be vocal…order your cuck to beg to lick your Bull’s cum wherever it is deposited…your breasts, your cunt or your ass.
#103 – Order cuck to remove the pockets from or cut out of his pants. Tie cuck’s hands to his thighs so they can’t be removed from the pockets.
#104 – Watch an hour episode of a random TV show (Law and Order, etc.) together and while the show is on, order cuck to worship you in whatever way you choose (massage, foot worship, ass worship, pussy worship, etc.), but when commercials come on, subject cuck to immense teasing. Take a dab of lotion and perform slow circular motions to the underside of his boy clit. If cuck starts to cum at any point, immediately remove the pressure and ruin his orgasm, letting his cum dribble from his boy clit. Scoop up cuck’s cum and apply it to the area you want worshipped when the show comes back on.
#105 – Paint or draw a circle target, like a bulls-eye around cuck’s ass/boy pussy, with markings reading “I need to be fucked in my boy pussy.” Take pictures to memorialize it.
#106 – Order cuck naked around the house with a golf ball clenched in his ass cheeks for half an hour or as long as you stipulate. If it drops, spank and crop cuck until he is welted and order him to start over again. When successful, order cuck to lick the golf ball clean of his sweat.
#107 – Order cuck to fuck his ass/boy pussy with a strange object in the bathroom at work or in the gym bathroom. Make cuck video or photograph his compliance and punish him if he is not creative or uses a small object:).
#108 – Order cuck to buy one of those thin latex gloves sold both at hardware stores and pharmacies and also a bag of marbles. Require cuck to fill the glove, including the fingers, with marbles. Order him to tie the glove off at the wrist and also tie off the middle finger at its base. The number of marbles in the hand part should not be too great as to be bulky as these will not be inserted, but the middle finger should be very full. cuck should lubricate the middle finger and insert it in his boy pussy. Require cuck to wear tight panties and tight shorts over it to hold it in place, or better yet, have cuck bound with stretchy veterinary tape or elastic bandage. Order cuck to run errands or chores like this. Different sensations may be had by using beans or rice instead of marbles.
#109 – Order cuck to accompany you to a bar with a counter and hard stools. cuck must wear a large butt plug the whole time. The hard seat will press it deep inside his boy pussy and make it incredibly uncomfortable for him.
#110 – During your time of the month, make cuck insert and wear tampons inside his boy pussy. Whenever you allow cuck to masturbate, he is to soak up his cum with a fresh tampon and insert into his boy pussy.
#111 – Order cuck to finger-fuck his boy pussy with multiple fingers while he masturbates (make sure that he does not masturbate like a man…he has a lil boy clit and must rub the underside of his cock head with one or two fingers like a clit versus stroking it like a real cock) with his other hand/fingers. Force cuck to beg you to allow him to cum. When you are satisfied, order cuck to remove the fingers from his boy pussy and suck them clean while he cums. Then make cuck lick up his cum from wherever it was deposited and order cuck to describe the taste of his boy pussy and his eagerly deposited thick, salty, sticky cum.
#112 – Order cuck into your favorite position for him, head down, legs apart, ass up high, mouth open. Fuck his boy pussy with a dildo while you order him to play with himself. Force him to cum quickly into a condom. Turn the condom inside out and place it on the same dildo. Proceed to fuck cuck again spreading his own cum into his boy pussy. After you are pleased, remove the dildo and make him lick it clean of his combined juices.
#113 – Force cuck into your favorite position for him, head down, legs apart, ass up high, mouth open, and make him beg to be fucked in his boy pussy with a dildo. Order him to use both hands to pull his cheeks apart inviting the dildo to penetrate his boy pussy easily. Tease and torment him about what a dirty slut he is bent over spreading his boy pussy so he can be filled.
#114 – Describe to cuck some of your fantasies and make him find videos or stories on the internet that match up with your fantasies…watch together or by yourself based on your specifics desires.
#115 – Order cuck to purchase and wear an ankle bracelet with the cuckold symbol, queen of spades, “slut”, “cuckold”, etc.
#116 – Order cuck to wear pink yarn as an ankle bracelet, cock leash, or tight around his useless balls…when tying his miniature balls make sure that he ties them individually (separating them) and tightly.
#117 – Order cuck to purchase a black colored “turkey baster” and keep it available to gather hard to reach cum. Order cuck to beg to consume the cum filled baster and squirt the cum inside cuck’s mouth as you deem necessary. This is great for when your black lover has deposited cum deep inside you, and cuck cannot get all of it out with his tongue.
#118 – Force cuck to squat and piss in public while wearing his chastity device. Alleys, parks, yards, etc. as you should not risk cuck getting arrested. Video him doing so and post on site. For disobedience, force cuck to use the backyard to pee for an entire day, weekend, etc.
#119 – Make cuck wear your panties or lingerie around the house either frequently or all the time. Frequently dress cuck up as a slut or a French maid and force him to perform chores around the house. Have cuck wear bright red lipstick when dressed in the above manners. Threaten cuck that you will invite friends or a small group over to the house while he is dressed and performing in this manner. Actually do invite others over if close within the lifestyle.
#120 – After peeing, make cuck lick your pussy clean and then have cuck thank you properly for using him in this manner.
#121 – Sit on cuck’s chest and find out what cuck would do to be allowed to kiss your nipple. Let him almost kiss it but pull away, make him beg and come up with creative things he would do to be allowed to do so. At some point, take a break while teasing or tormenting cuck, put some worn panties over his face and leave the room for a while and let cuck think about what else you might do.
#122 – Put Ben-gay or icy-hot on cuck’s lil boy clit, balls, ass / boy pussy and nipples.
#123 – Change cuck’s programmed name to “Sissy, cuck xxx, etc.” on your phone; then change his phone’s background screen to something really feminine. Order cuck to change your name in his phone to “Mistress, The Boss”…etc.
#124 – Make cuck think of a new way for you to humiliate him. Punish cuck if you don’t think its good enough. Make him post it to the net or send to your lovers / Bulls
#125 – Forbid cuck to wear clothes around the house except collar, panties, stockings, etc.
#126 – Order cuck to put a plug in under his clothes and have him change to larger ones through the evening while you check and tease and stretch his boy pussy.
#127 – Deny cuck sex for extended periods of time while his lil boy clit is locked up in chastity.
#128 – Order cuck to jack off on his dinner and then have him consume it. In private, cuck should do so directly and in public, he should do so in a container in the bathroom and then dump the cum onto his food at the table.
#129 – Force cuck to wear a large butt plug through a movie and order him to discretely touch himself (his lil boy clit) but not cum. Occasionally order him to move the plug in and out tease him for being such a dirty slut.
#130 – Strip cuck and order him to sit on a certain hard chair (steel or wood with no cushion) with a butt plug in his boy pussy. Sit on his lap and lil boy clit and proceed to fuck him pushing the plug deeper inside of himself.
#131 – Tell cuck exactly how to masturbate while you watch him…position, toy, where, which hand, speed, etc. and spank and/or punish him if you decide cuck is not doing it to your liking.
#132 – Roughly grab cuck’s hair and force him to orally please you.
#133 – Make cuck buy all of your condoms and lube. Make sure that if cuck is buying large condoms for your lovers / Bulls that he also buy small condoms for himself. Don’t want to confuse the store clerks that your cuck has an adequate boy clit.
#134 – Walk around your house naked frequently, teasing cuck, and denying him sex. Masturbate frequently in front of cuck while you tell him the details of your sexual fantasies or actual sex encounters with other men.
#135 – Order cuck to wear a cock ring with a very long, strong, almost invisible thread attached. You can pull on this anytime using it as a leash…both in public and private.
#136 – Order cuck to kiss the seat of your chair whenever you stand. This pertains to all chairs in public and private.
#137 – In a parking lot or similar location, just before cuck will be safely hidden from spectators, make him pause and piss himself. cuck will be forced to walk the last few yards with wet clothes. Make cuck ride in the back on a towel, etc.
#138 – Take cuck on a nature walk, and tie him to a tree for a spanking with a branch
#139 – Drip and coat cuck’s body with candle wax. Make sure to get sensitive areas such as boy pussy, lil boy clit, inner thighs, lower back, etc.
#140 – Require cuck to complete domestic chores and where appropriate make completion of these tasks more difficult: tie his hands; make him use a toothbrush to clean the toilet, tie his ankles with a short chain, make him wear extra high heels, etc.
#141 – Attach clothespins or nipple clips to cuck’s nipples, balls, lil boy clit or other.
#142 – Tie up cuck’s balls and cock with a long leather thong, clothesline, or boot lace. Use a long piece, and wrap the base and his useless balls repeatedly. Tie each of cuck’s miniature balls separately. Tie tight loops around cuck’s lil shaft from base to tip then tie the end off back between his legs and up to a belt or to his handcuffs.
Other ties…frequently tie cuck in uncomfortable positions, tie his ankles together and with a cord attach his balls to them, hog tie him (wrists and ankles tied together), tie him or cuff his hands to the ceiling, top of the door, etc., tie him in a chair with his knees pulled up to his shoulders – good for spanking and everything is exposed and vulnerable.
#143 – When cuck has earned an orgasm, make him cum on your feet or on your lower back above your ass. Force him to lick you clean of his nasty cum.
#144 – Make cuck earn his rewards; for example: allow him to kiss your ass after the dishes are done, 1 minute of pleasure for him for 10 minutes of yours. 5 minutes of pleasure for him after he makes you cum 3 times. Spank cuck 10 times for each minute it takes him to make you cum.
#145 – Make cuck masturbate for you very rapidly and quickly, make him beg for permission to cum, but as cuck quickly nears, don’t let him, and punish him harshly if he does. Also, should cuck cum, make sure he has a ruined orgasm.
#146 – Dress cuck up like the slut that he is, wear a strap-on dildo and make him beg to suck it, gag him roughly and then make cuck beg you to fuck him. Fuck cuck’s mouth roughly (force cuck to wear the fuck-me red lipstick and while fucking his face, smear it all over). Torment and tease cuck in this manner and take photos to memorialize cuck being a slut. Post to fetlife or other site.
#147 – Have cuck pamper you…give you a pedicure/manicure, give you a foot/back/full body massage, paint your finger/toe nails, bathe you, shave your legs, cook and serve you a nice dinner, make him hand wash your panties and lingerie, make him polish your shoes with his tongue, etc. It is important to have cuck waiting on you and serving you consistently so he garners pleasure from doing so.
#148 – Put the base of the dildo in cuck’s mouth and make him satisfy you with it. Do it so cuck’s nose presses between your ass cheeks. He’ll be your little brown noser and love it.
#149 – Tie cuck’s balls off to something behind him so he has to tug on them to smell your panty covered pussy or kiss your delicious ass…stay just out of reach and tease cuck that he does not want you or your body enough forcing him to stretch and torture himself. Finally, masturbate in front of cuck using your fingers, a dildo or a vibrator and verbalize how much better your fingers and toys are compared to his small boy clit.
#150 – Squat above cuck’s face, make him stretch with his tongue to taste the crotch of your panties. When completely turned on, rub cuck’s face against your wet panty covered pussy…proceed to gag cuck with your panties so that he can’t lick dripping naked pussy. After tormenting cuck and yourself, blindfold cuck and make him lick and worship you to several orgasms. Take a break, cum back and do it all again:)
#151 – Tie cuck’s hands behind his back. Have cuck kneel with knees spread naked in front of you while you read or watch TV, occasionally nudging his balls or boy clit with your shoes. cuck should remain ready to worship, perform or other at a moment’s notice.
#152 – Never let cuck masturbate or touch his cock without your permission. Should you choose, he may be allowed to beg, but only with limitations (i.e. twice a month, etc.), and it will still only be allowed at your discretion.
#153 – Make cuck beg to kiss and worship your ass…have cuck do so frequently as this is an incredible way to get off:)
#154 – While around the house, always make cuck strip naked while you have the choice of whether to remain clothed or not. Frequently have cuck kneel before you and kiss and worship your feet. Ideal to make this a habit when you first enter the house and are tired and sweaty:) When undressing, make cuck help in a nonconventional way…(i.e. tie cuck’s hands and have him undress you with his mouth/teeth).
#155 – Forbid cuck to speak in public without your permission. There can be a lot of variety around public speaking rules, how he should address you, others, etc. Communication play at restaurants can be very erotic (ordering food for him, etc.).
#156 – Should your cuck be in good standing and you are in the mood, allow cuck to fuck you in the ass. Immediately after cuck cums, force him to worship and clean the cum from your ass with his mouth and tongue. “Queen” him in the end, making sure that he as slurped down all of his nasty, thick, salty cum.
#157 – While cuck is at work, send him a handful of letters from the alphabet. He is to respond with pictures of a creative item that matches the letters inside his boy pussy (i.e. s for the stapler, r for the ruler, etc.). Give realistic but strict time limits for compliance.
#158 – Discretely handcuff or tie cuck to the shopping cart while shopping (string, yarn, etc.)
#159 – Always require cuck to address you as “Mistress“, or “Ma’am” while in public and private. There is a clear hierarchy that should never be overlooked or misunderstood.
#160 – Make cuck do exercises (jumping jacks, leg spreads, squats, aerobics, yoga…) while restricted with ties, in panties, pantyhose, etc.
#161 – Order cuck to jack off into his cup of coffee and then have him drink it.
#162 – Force cuck to learn and engage in “edging” himself frequent and often
#163 – Force cuck to learn obedient positions through your verbal commands or even simple hand signals…kneeling, on all fours, head down with legs spread, standing in corner, on back with legs in the air, (inspect, examine, present, collaring, OTK, corner, corporal, tippy toes, etc.)
#164 – Require cuck to clean his butt plug anytime it is removed from his boy cunt…if clean he is to lick and suck it immediately and taste himself. If dirty, cuck is allowed to use a dry cloth or napkin to wipe it once and then lick and suck it afterward (he will still be able to taste himself this way). This will be a good incentive to have cuck keep his boy pussy clean at all times.
#165 – Force cuck to wear a butt plug when running errands outside of the house…order him to tie string around the base and leave the end of the string visible outside of his clothes…you can use this as a leash or tease and torment him letting him know that if the string is tugged and the plug exits his boy pussy, he will be punished severely…this will keep him clenching his boy pussy as you take hold of his public leash at all times:)
#166 – Hold or position a non-movable dildo behind cuck and make him push back and fuck his boy pussy against it. Ideal to use a suction cup dildo, place it on the shower door, and have cuck film himself pushing back, stretching his boy pussy against it and fucking himself.
#167 – Force cuck to go on an embarrassing shopping trip (buy, for example, tampons, pads, laxatives, pantyhose, condoms, and a sex magazine at once in the same store).
#168 – If you are feeling nice, after cuck’s shower, eat his ass before fucking him with your strap-on. Make him suck the strap-on before you use it on him, calling him your little cock sucker etc. Finally, tie cuck’s hands to his ankles and fuck his boy pussy roughly.
Further humiliation…force cuck to spread his ass cheeks so you can fuck him with your strap-on…make him whine and beg for your large cock to fuck and stretch his tight boy pussy.
Even deeper humiliation…torment and tease him about being a bad slut…lecture him about the fact that he can’t even spread his legs like the slut that he wants to be. Tie them uncomfortably far apart and then fuck his boy pussy roughly while telling him what a bad little slut he is.
#169 – Force cuck to fuck himself with his fingers after they have been inside you…using your wetness as his lube…order him to suck his fingers clean after they have been inside his boy pussy.
#170 – Force cuck to wear a remote controlled vibrator in his ass / boy pussy during a shopping trip where you torment and tease as you wish. For deeper humiliation, force cuck to wear an electric dog trainer (maybe around his useless balls) and frequently zap him for misbehavior.
#171 – Slap cuck and spit on his face and in his mouth teasing and tormenting him about what a dirty slut he is.
#172 – Leave cuck homework assignments such as: note telling him to go upstairs, put on the hollow, extension / strap-on, insert a butt plug in his boy pussy, and then to kneel at the foot of the bed until you come up…secure cuck with cuffs, and pleasure yourself on his strap-on cock.
#173 – Force cuck to communicate and reveal his deepest darkest fantasies to you…if you feel cuck is lying or not being completely honest, roughly punish him.
#174 – Force cuck to worship your ass while you play with yourself telling him that only his mouth can please you and is therefore, worthy of your attention.
#175 – Force cuck to buy a molding kit, http://www.manmold.com/main.html, where he can make a mold of your Bull’s erect cock, and then order cuck make a dildo from the mold. Have cuck use the dildo on you, then force him to suck the dildo clean of your wetness, and finally, fuck his own boy pussy with the dildo. cuck should be made to clean the dildo with his mouth after fucking himself.
When you and your Bull are fucking, make cuck beg to use the dildo on himself…you and your Bull should verbally torment cuck that you are both being fucked by your Bull’s superior cock. Make cuck clean Bull’s cock first and then the molded phallus and make him verbalize how each tastes and which one tastes better:)
Let cuck know that you and your Bull will likely tell friends about cuck’s humiliating actions.
#176 – Force cuck to take a ruler / tape measure and measure both himself and your Bull…tease cuck that his cock is more like a boy clit in comparison to your Bull’s bigger, thicker, harder, superior cock…take photos to memorialize the significant differences, and then have cuck post results to this site
#177 – Force cuck to book an annual physical with an attractive female doctor. Accompany him into the examination room and make sure that a prostate examination be part of the checkup.
#178 – While in the presence of you and your Bull, force cuck to masturbate his lil boy clit with his legs and hips in the air and aiming his boy clit directly towards his mouth / face. As cuck cums, he should coat his face and if aim is proper, cuck should cum directly into his own mouth. You and your Bull should verbally degrade and torment cuck while this act take place. cuck should consume all of the cum in his mouth and let the cum on his face dry to completion:)
#179 – Order cuck to purchase dog tags from Petsmart or Petco and engrave them in a humiliating fashion to be worn on chastity cage, neck collar, etc. (Miss’ or Master’s sissy slut, cum guzzler, etc.)
#180 – Have cuck accompany you, your Bull and your Bull’s friend bowling. Wear a short skirt that rides up when you bowl so you are giving others a bit of a show. Flirt, make-out and grope your Bull and his friend. Force cuck to wear a bright thong and a tight shirt that rides up and reveals the thong as cuck is actually bowling. Everyone should take pleasure in tormenting cuck and communicating what an embarrassing slut cuck is given the public display he is putting on. Public application of bright red lipstick could add further humiliation as would a constant “pulling up” or snapping of cuck’s thong by you, your Bull and your Bull’s friend.
You and your Bull should consistently make your way to the bathroom to enjoy short periods of fucking so that you are both reeling with excitement. While doing so, your Bull’s friend should remind cuck of what you and your Bull are doing in the bathroom. Compilation of these events will have your cuck reeling in humiliation.
#181 – Order cuck to use your lover’s / Bull’s cum as lube to masturbate his boy clit…after cuck cums make him clean all the cum from his fingers and floor with his mouth…order him to tell you and your Bull which cum tastes the best and punish him harshly if the answer is his own. Always make cuck thank your Bull for being allowed to consume Bull’s superior cum!
#182 – When kissing passionately and about to have sex, as soon as he takes his pants off, stop him, then him bring him to the mirror and tell him to look at himself in his panties (requirement/order from you that he always wears them). Tell him you can’t fuck a guy who wears panties and then have him get a strap-on, dildo or vibrator to please you!
#183 – Get a tattoo of a suggestive nature: Queen of Spades for attracting black men, Black Cock Only, etc. and present to your Bull and cuck at the same moment:)
#184 – While fucking your Bull, take a quick break and allow cuck to penetrate your freshly stretched pussy. Honestly tell cuck that you can’t feel his lil boy clit, push him off and make him beg your Bull to get back in place and please you in a manner cuck could never do.
#185 – Force cuck to watch your Bull use you as his slut…spanking you, forcing you to wear slutty outfits, whorish make up, pulling your hair and fucking you deeply and roughly…it will humiliate cuck deeply to know that you are cuck’s Domme, but you are deeply submissive to your more dominant Bull.
#186 – Force your cuck to fuck his boy pussy with a large black dildo at the same pace your Bull is fucking your stretched pussy. Allow cuck to only cum as you and your Bull cum together. Make cuck, with his mouth, clean you, your Bull, his dildo and finally his own cum from his fingers and floor in whatever progression you and your Bull choose.
#187 – Allow cuck to masturbate and cum only as you are experiencing an orgasm from your Bull. If cuck does not do so, he does not get to cum at all until your next orgasm where he again has the same opportunity. Another version is to have cuck only be allowed to cum as your Bull fills your insides with his thick streams of superior cum. Another humiliating option would be to allow cuck only to cum while his mouth is filled with your Bull’s cum (either directly from Bull’s cock or after cleaning you and holding your Bull’s thick, milky warm cum fluid in his mouth).
#188 – Order cuck go to the gym with you and your Bull…while working out fondle and make-out with your Bull while you rotate sets…everyone will wonder what relationship the three of you have, but quickly it will be a very clear picture for everyone. To add humiliation, make cuck wear a tight shirt and a bright thong that becomes visible when bending or when the shirt is slightly lifted and make cuck wear spandex so when his lil boy clit gets hard, which is surely will with a little bit of teasing, it will be evident that cuck is hard and straining at what it taking place with you and your Bull. Finally, should it amuse you, attach a string or yarn or other to cuck’s lil boy clit and have it slightly hanging out so that you and/or your Bull can use as a leash if you wish.
#189 – While at the gym or while on any outing with you and your Bull, have cuck tuck/tape his little boy clit between his legs and wear tight spandex (bright colored spandex would increase the humiliation) making himself look very smooth with absolutely no bulge…have Bull snap humiliating photos of cuck while in the men’s locker room and while working out on the bench, etc. to memorialize cuck’s humiliating position.
#190 – Order cuck to rent a limo for you, your Bull, potentially a few of Bull’s friends and cuck for the evening. During pickup, make it pretty clear to the driver that it is going to be a fun night and a lot of the fun will be at cuck’s expense. Have cuck dressed in a degrading manner (i.e. cuckold shirt or something similarly derogatory), dark thigh high stockings under very light linen pants so the dark stockings can be seen in the right light, similarly a bright colored thong that can also be seen in the right light and very noticeable when cuck bends over (thong should be clearly visible), small tight shirt that rides up easily, bright red lipstick, a collar (with leash as you enter the limo), and other markings as you and your Bull see fit. The privacy window should remain down initially so the driver is made aware of cuck’s position within the group. cuck should be made to serve drinks and serve in whatever other way requested of him. Further, into the evening, cuck should be made to sit in front with the driver and that is when the privacy shade should be put up. After satisfying your Bull and potentially his friends in the back of the limo, the privacy shade should be lowered and you should order the driver to stop so that cuck can return to the back of the limo for cleaning services. Make it an evening to remember for you, your Bull, cuck and the limo driver:)
#191 – Force cuck to rim and worship your Bull’s ass…this can take place while your Bull is fucking you or not. Doing it WHILE he is fucking you is a bigger physical challenge (all that motion) but potentially less embarrassing than when both you and your Bull are focused on cuck and teasing and tormenting him while doing so as an isolated order.
#192 – Make cuck suck your Bull off when you are out of town and unavailable to do so. Your Bull should be pleased as he desires and if you are unable to do so, cuck should be available and willing to do so.
#193 – Suck off your lover in the parking lot while your cuck stands on the lookout.
#194 – Have your Cuckoldress do a guy in a hotel room while you sit with his wife at the bar, having drinks.
#195 – Fuck your Bull in your bed…fucking your Bull in the bed that you sleep in with your cuck will certainly humiliate your cuck beyond imagination.
#196 -Meet one of your Bull’s friends that cuck has not met at a bar and after a reasonable amount of conversation, order your cuck (using his phone) to first show the man a naughty picture of you and next, have your cuck show the man a picture of himself in chastity, panties, sucking a dildo, being strapped, etc. cuck will be humiliated regardless, but this will be heightened as he will think this man is a complete stranger versus your Bull’s friend.
#197 – Force or better yet, allow cuck to “fluff” your Bull before he pleases you, Have cuck beg to do so and thank Bull thereafter. Always have cuck clean both you and your lover up after your fuck session with his tongue, especially any of Bull’s superior cum.
#198 -Have cuck accompany you and your lover / Bull to a strip club…get cuck a lap dance and tell the girl that he is wearing panties and chastity…meanwhile, have fun dancing on your lover’s / Bull’s lap alone for a bit, but then have other women join you and your Bull. The whole time communicating and pointing out that your cuck is here in panties and chastity. The “girls” at clubs talk and it won’t take long for the word to get around and further humiliating ensue for cuck:)
#199 – Make cuck drive you and your Bull around while you and your Bull make out, suck and fuck in the back seat. Order cuck to wear a chauffer’s hat, bright red lipstick, a “cuckold” shirt, slightly visible black fishnet thigh high stockings under very light and see through linen pants, and panties visible when cuck bends over, etc. Make sure you have a few stops in mind and order cuck to open the door for both you and your Bull for others to see. For an incredibly deep humiliation, have your cuck stop at a tattoo parlor and the three of you go inside and discuss loudly with your Bull that you want to get a “slut for BBC” or Queen of Spades tattoo to show your Bull appreciation and commitment. Loudly discuss getting cuck a derogatory tattoo…something humiliating like a “Cuckold”, “boy clit”, “boy pussy”, matching “slut for BBC” tattoos or even a “boy clit” piercing. See if the tattoo parlor has suggestions for something humiliating and degrading for cuck.
#200 – Force cuck to stop in the middle of having sex with you. Proceed to bring out the chastity cage and set it next to him on the bed. Don’t say anything, and then slowly allow him to continue fucking you. Just a good mind fuck in the heat of passion:)
#201 – Force cuck to beg your Bull to fuck you and have your Bull tease your tight pussy with his cock head but not do so until the stakes are increased (i.e. cuck having to wash Bull’s car, do his laundry, other chores and tasks until the Bull agrees to fuck, fill, stretch and please you). You should involve yourself in tormenting cuck, making cuck beg, and blurting out additional cuck duties to be completed so you can be fucked properly.
#202 – While in the presence of your Bull, order cuck to put on a clean condom and proceed to masturbate and ruin his orgasm into the condom…put cum filled condom on dildo or strap-on being careful not to spill a drop, clip small hole in tip of condom and proceed to order cuck to suck the dildo clean, thereby eating out all of his own cum from the condom. When all cum is sucked out, cuck is to remove condom licking clean both the inside of the condom and the cum remnants on the dildo clean…doing so in front of you and your Bull will be quite humiliating and both of you should take the opportunity to verbally degrade, torment and humiliate cuck for being such a dirty, nasty gum guzzler.
#203 – Wear ankle bracelets when out with cuck. These are a sign that you are available to fuck others…have cuck purchase these items for you.
#204 – Order cuck to lick your ass while you are being fucked and pleasured by your superior Bull.
#205 – Suck off your Bull/lover in front of cuck and share your Bull’s cum with him by kissing him deeply and passionately.
#206 – Threaten to tell one of your girlfriends (hottest one or ones) that he is a cuckold… that you like to fuck other men, and that you make cuck lick you clean of their cum afterward.
Threaten to tell your one of your girlfriends that you like to fuck cuck’s boy pussy with a strap-on and that he craves and begs for it.
#207 – Force cuck to suck your Bull’s superior cock while wearing panties, stockings, and bright red lipstick. Let cuck know that if he can stay soft through this act, he can freely have your pussy. Tease and torment cuck when his lil boy clit hardens as it will surely do so.
#208 – Invite your Bull and his friends over for a card game…order your cuck to serve drinks and snacks in a French maid costume while you help out in sexy lingerie…flirt, kiss, and sit on the laps of your Bull and his friends…allow them to grope you throughout the night while everyone teases and torments your cuck for being such a sissy…you and your cuck join in the card game and penalties for you losing result in sexual favors while penalties for your cuck losing result in humiliating and degrading acts. By the end of the night, cuck should have tasted each of the males cum and should be blindfolded and forced to categorize which semen came from which male. If cuck fails, he should be caged for the night and should cuck succeed, he should be allowed to play with his boy clit in front of everyone, cum on the floor, and forced to lick it clean while being verbally tormented, degraded and humiliated.
#209 – Make cuck lick your newly stretched pussy while your Bull is fucking you…sixty nine position is ideal as your Bull’s balls will glide along / bounce on cuck’s face and mouth while cuck is attempting to lick and please you. Bull has many options as he approaches his orgasm as he could fill your stretched cunt with his seed, could pull out and stuff his thick superior cock in cuck’s mouth and empty his thick streams or warm thick cum fluid in cuck’s mouth, could pull out and spray and coat cuck’s face with his thick strands of sticky salty semen, or any combination thereof.
#210 – Make cuck bathe you, shave your legs, armpits, pussy and ass, pick out clothes, jewelry and perfume to get you ready for you to go out with your superior lover / Bull.
#211 – The Bull goes up against the cuck in a ring or on the mats, the hot wife acts as the ref and does a body search of the wrestlers and gets a good cop a feel of her prizefighter preparing him for his impending battle. Upon the wrestle, the Bull depending on whats agreed beforehand could pin the cuck down and force his cock down the cucks throat till he cums down his throat, or forces the cuck to orgasm all the while the hot wife taunts and humiliates her cuck that he’s not man enough to defend his wife. Once won the Bull does as he pleases with the cuck i.e. makes him eat his wife out ready for the Bull then ties him to a chair and forces him to watch the Bull fuck his wife or leaves him in a room next door.
#212 – At a random point throughout the night, you and your Bull should order cuck into the tub and both of you should drench cuck in your pee.
#213 – Have Bull cum on your ring and force cuck to lick and clean up your Bull’s cum from the ring with his tongue. Have cuck thank Bull for both cumming on your ring and being allowed to lick and consume Bull’s superior cum from the ring.
#214 – While cuck is traveling alone for business, make him leave lingerie or stockings drying in the bathroom as well as toys lying out on the counters. These should all be clearly visible to the staff. The staff at these hotels talk and cuck should get some interesting looks:)
Potential addition…require cuck to purchase a maid’s costume. Whenever he travels order him to leave it hanging in the hotel room along with his regular clothing.
#215 – Make cuck answer the door for your Bull and his friends… can be made really humiliating with the right clothes being worn…panties, stockings, chastity device, collar, lipstick, etc. as well as being on his knees in proper cuck position.
#216 – Force cuck to bring a glass full of ice cubes to the bathroom while at a bar or restaurant. Order cuck to insert all of the cubes inside his boy pussy and then once the task is completed cuck should be required to cum in the empty glass. When cuck returns from the bathroom, force him to empty his cum onto his food before eating his tasty “sauce” covered meal.
#217 – After your Bull finishes fucking you deeply and roughly and has cum inside your stretched pussy, shove cuck’s toothbrush deep inside of your pussy and order him to brush his teeth and clean it of your superior Bull’s cum.
#218 – Force cuck to drink “Cuckold’s Cocktail”…combines an equal amount of Bull’s cum with your piss and topped off with some of your and Bull’s spit. Force cuck to masturbate while you or your Bull feed him the cocktail for deeper humiliation.
#219 – Require cuck to report back to you regarding the other cocks in the gym (sizes, color, circumcised, shaved, etc.)…when at the gym together have him follow the guys you find attractive into the locker room when they have completed their workouts so he can report to you about their endowments…if you find a great match, you can approach the guy in the future and after some heavy flirting, you can communicate that your cuck told you that he had a very nice cock:)
#230 – Force cuck into a large dog cage on the outside deck of the house. You and your Bull should initially engage in drinks on the deck, some flirting followed by heavy foreplay. This activity will certainly lead to your Bull stripping you and fucking you out on the deck while your cuck is caged. Depending upon neighbors, you and your Bull should be pretty vocal and animalistic in your fucking. Regardless of what follows next (dripping your cummy cunt into the cage, etc.), at some point you and your Bull should take pleasure is soaking cuck in your urine. Easily washed off the deck with a hose and can even do so while cuck is still caged later in the day / night, hosing him off like an animal as well:)
#231 – Order cuck to lick your Bull’s balls. cuck should be forced to beg for the privilege first and torment cuck about how much larger Bull’s balls are compared to his lil sissy balls, and how much more cum Bull’s balls produce compared to cuck’s lil sissy balls and boy clit.
#232 – Force cuck to set up dates with Your Bull by phone or by text…by phone with you present can be very humiliating for cuck. Make cuck go on for a bit, thanking your Bull for last time and communicating how much you were pleasured and how excited you are for the next encounter. Make sure cuck communicates that he could never fuck or please you the way that your Bull can.
#233 – If cuck is not present when you and your Bull enjoy each other, bring home fresh cum in a condom from your Bull and make cuck eat the creampie out of the condom. Take photos so that Bull can see how eager and obedient cuck is.
#234 – Consistently make eye contact with cuck while enjoying your Bull…eye contact can be very intense and humiliating.
#235 – Order cuck naked and into the tub. You take hold of your Bull’s cock and control it as your Bull pees all over and drenches cuck’s body. Make sure to make eye contact with cuck while doing so as it increases the humiliation.
#236 – You and your Bull train cuck to only have an orgasm only with an actual cock or dildo in his mouth…if cuck stops sucking, then stop stroking so he must be engaging in the actual act to experience his own orgasm. You and your Bull should tease him heavily for being a dirty cock sucker before, during, and after cumming
#237 – Make your cuck jerk your Bull’s cock…have cuck loudly communicate to you and your Bull how big it is, how it compares in size to his own, how superior it is in all facets and how much cuck wishes his was magnificent like Bull’s, and how much cuck wants to see it stretches and pleasure your pussy…have cuck measure Bull’s cock and share the statistics (to you, your Bull, and post on the internet) in comparison to his own miniature lil boy clit.
#238 – Simple but very humiliating…at any random point when cuck is in the presence of you and your Bull, your should proceed to give cuck a bare bottom spanking in front of your Bull…force cuck naked and bent over your knee for a spanking in front of your Bull.
#239 – While you are on your back and being roughly fucked by your Bull, order cuck to suck your toes…tease and torment cuck about how submissive he is to be sucking on your toes while you are being fucked, stretched and pleasured by your superior Bull.
#240 – While cuck is on his knees, take hold of the back of cuck’s head with one hand while taking hold of your Bull’s cock with the other and force cuck to deep throat and gag on your Bull’s delicious, huge, superior cock.
#241 – While at the gym or while on an outing with you and your Bull, have cuck wear a chastity device and wear very tight spandex over the device making it clearly visible…have Bull snap humiliating photos of cuck while in the men’s locker room and while in the gym to memorialize cuck’s humiliation.
#242 – Force your cuck to put on one of your Bull’s Magnum condoms and take pictures. It will be humiliating seeing how the large condom hangs off his small lil boy clit. Tell him that he can fuck your delicious pussy as soon as he can fill one of those out with his tiny guy.
#243 – After your Bull fucks, stretches and cums inside of your freshly fucked pussy, make cuck put on a rubber, tie his hands behind his back, and put a blindfold on over his head making visibility impossible . Lay there spread wide and tell cuck he has 5 minutes to go ahead and get some of that used cunt. The entertainment starts as you and your Bull laugh at cuck trying to fuck you missionary with his hands behind his back and blindfolded…it is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to fuck without your arms and hands to hold yourself up and especially blindfolded and being laughed at and tormented by you and your Bull. When the five minutes is up and cuck has been unsuccessful, tell him how worthless his lil boy clit is and make him clean your dripping, freshly fucked cunt up with his tongue and mouth…the only real value cuck can add to the relationship:)
#244 – After Bull cums in a condom, force cuck to put the used condom on his smaller cock and masturbate for you and your Bull. Once cuck cums, force him to eat the contents of the condom…both his and your Bull’s cum. Make sure cuck thanks your Bull for being allowed to consume his superior seed and punish cuck harshly if he does not do so.
#245 – Either you or your Bull order cuck to guide Bull’s massive thick cock inside your eager pussy and/or ass. Make cuck communicate how honored he is to be allowed to do so and both you and your Bull should take the opportunity to tease, humiliate and degrade cuck for his actions.
#246 – Order cuck on his knees and have your lover / Bull dick slap his face over and over…you should also take hold of your Bull’s large thick superior cock and dick slap cuck roughly in the face…if your lover has precum or droplets of pee after just pissing, make sure to wipe either or both on cuck’s face.
#247 – After you and your lover / Bull have finished fucking and pleasing each other for hours, give cuck one couple of minutes, or less, to enjoy sloppy seconds… if cuck does not cum, he is not allowed orgasm for the evening…regardless of whether cuck cums, he is required to lick you clean of your Bull’s superior cum.
#248 – Allow cuck to masturbate after you have been immensely satisfied by your lover / Bull…make cuck use a condom to collect his cum and make cuck eat/drink it after cleaning your Bull’s cum from your body with his tongue.
#249 – Paint / spread Bull’s cum all over cuck’s face and force him to let the thick, warm semen dry visibly. Order cuck to run some errands for you and your Bull with the cum dried all over his face…especially humiliating if cuck is forced to drive and complete errands while you and your Bull are present. As a special treat, order cuck to proceed through a drive through as you and your Bull order food, but also loudly tease, torment and humiliate cuck.
#250 – Each night take off your worn panties and place them over cuck’s face for him to savor your smell. Allow him to place them on his side of the bed, and order him to wear them the following day…cuck should become accustomed to only wearing your day old panties and savoring your scent
#251 – Have Bull order cuck to masturbate his lil pee pee / boy clit on a piece of bread and then force cuck to eat it in front of you and your Bull. Tease and torment cuck for being such a dirty, nasty cum eating slut.
#252 – Find a delicious, large black strap on and proceed to fuck cuck’s tight boy pussy while your lover / Bull shoves his superior huge, thick, hard black cock deep into cuck’s throat…gagging while being stretched will create a very humiliating experience for cuck. cuck should be forced to swallow Bull’s cock without spilling a drop and should be punished severely should cum leak from cuck’s slutty eager cock sucking lips.
#253 – Draw a line across cuck’s forehead and after your Bull finishes dick slapping cuck’s face satisfactorily and after you suck and jerk your Bull’s thick warm cum all over cuck’s face, let it dry and then have your Bull sign cuck’s forehead…take photos to memorialize this… if accompanied by Bull’s friends, have them perform the same functions and sign as well:)
#254 – Order cuck to draw a line or multiple horizontal lines on your back. After your Bull has roughly fucked you to orgasm in doggie style fashion, order cuck to hand your Bull a permanent marker so that your Bull can sign your back (on the signature line)…take photos to memorialize this…if accompanied by Bull’s friends, have them sign after deeply fucking you as well.
#255 – Organize a night with your Bull and two of his friends. Have cuck in chastity and order him to serve everyone drinks and snacks…natural progression will take place as your Bull and his friends will flirt, kiss, and fondle you while degrading, tormenting, and humiliating cuck.
Eventually, find yourself being pleasured in each…having your mouth, pussy and ass filled by black cocks while your cuck is forced to serve and watch you experience mind-blowing orgasms will be very degrading…the cherry on top will be to force an order cuck to clean up all the cum deposited with his mouth and tongue.
#256 – Order cuck to design and purchase degrading temporary tattoos and wear them frequently…having cuck include your Bull’s name in the tattoo in some fashion adds depth and humiliation to this act (Master [xxx]’s cum slut, etc.)
#257 – Near the end of the night with your Bull, whisper to your Bull to pull out of you and cum all over cuck’s pillow. You and your Bull should then force and order cuck to sleep on the cum doused pillow (face down or sideways only).
#258 – Force cuck to fuck himself with a thick black dildo in front of you and your Bull…make him beg to cum while plugging himself in this manner. If you allow cuck to cum, make sure cuck first is made to clean the dildo once removed from his boy pussy. Next, make cuck gather his leaked cum with the black phallus and force feed cuck his own sperm with the thick black dildo (make him gag on the cum covered phallus).
#259 – Force cuck to masturbate using Bull’s cum as a lubricant and force cuck to lick his hand clean of your Bull’s cum and then proceed to lick his own cum from the floor (or wherever it may have leaked).
#260 – Order cuck to create tan lines that perfectly show he wears a string/thong bikini…this is especially embarrassing for him when he is at the gym, etc.
#261 – Force cuck to wear a hollow strap-on extension while he fucks you. The larger cock will please you, but cuck will get no relief himself.
#262 – Have cuck keep a detailed journal in which he records his thoughts and submissive feelings. Read it once every other week while he kneels naked at your feet.
#263 – Have cuck insert and wear a large butt plug in his boy pussy just before company arrives or before you both go out for a very vanilla evening. Smile at him whenever he sits down.
#264 – While at a bar, force cuck to pull up a photo of himself in chastity on his phone and leave it on the bar while he goes to pee…you are present so allow anyone to look, but not take the phone
#265 – Force cuck to give himself an enema so he can be very clean for the rough strap-on fucking you will give him.
#266 – Order cuck to purchase a kennel that he can fit in and keep him naked and caged by the bed. You can feed cuck, force him to masturbate or order him to stretch his tongue through the openings to please you at your discretion.
#267 – Have cuck wear “cuckold” t-shirt, thong underwear. etc.
#268 – Order cuck to purchase the patented Aneros prostate massager (http://www.malegspot.com) and require him to wear it up his ass for four hours every other week, or as you direct.
#269 – Give cuck a charm bracelet and a box of monogram “F” charms. At the start of each month, he must add one “F” charm each time he is fucked in his boy pussy by your strap-on or ordered to fuck himself with other toys. By the last of the month, you will examine the bracelet and see if he has been a worthy fucktoy that month…administer an appropriate number of hard swats with a paddle if you are not satisfied.
One of the great things about post orgasm torture is that it’s really harmless. As long as you’re not going to cause skin abrasions because everything is too dry, or use some kind of possibly very rough material, it absolutely can’t cause physical harm. It’s extremely intense but there is zero physical damage, it’s purely too much sensation. Now everyone will react differently from a psychological perspective, so make sure you and your sub communicate before, during, and after to see how he feels but physically he will be fine.
As for how long, that’s up to the two of you and however you’d like to set it up. Some guys lose sensitivity quickly, there are guys who aren’t bothered by POT at all, different techniques and locations might have different results, but that’s what experimentation is for. And again, as with most things in this realm, communication is key. Talk about it.
And now, to the ideas:
#1 Keep on rubbing
The common and well know way. Just keep on rubbing and stimulating the cock and especially the head
Make the guy cum by rubbing his penis between hands, as if they were a vagina fucking him from on top. When he cums, just keep going, in time to the continued spasms, making sure that each stroke brushes the ridge around the head, top, and bottom.
“Palming” or “Knob Polishing” is the act of rubbing the head of the penis in circular motions using the lubricated palm of your hand. Experiment with slow, fast, firm, light, tiny circles, wide circles, a supple wrist or a rigid wrist.
(Circle) Size Matters
For best technique, try with circles so small that it simply moves the head around without rubbing/sliding beneath your palm, and then slightly increase the size of the circle until you are rubbing as well.
Keep Him Off Balance
Constantly change the pressure, speed, etc. He might respond better to a slower speed or a faster speed, but never settling on a constant speed adds finesse.
The Other Hand
Most people grab the base of the cock with the other hand, but the most effective way to stabilize the cock for this kind of technique is by making a snug ring with the thumb and forefinger, just below the head right where the soft part ends and the hard-on begins, just tight enough that it’s slightly difficult to pull it off and impossible push down onto the hard cock. It should probably touch the edge of the head all the way around, and definitely be between the head and the sweet spot. By doing this, you can cup your polishing hand into a half-sphere shape, press it onto your other hand, and flatten your polishing hand just enough to make gentle but definite contact with the head. This technique has many benefits:
No accidental touching of his shaft… if he thrusts, the thumb-forefinger ring is too small to slide down.
Using your holding hand as a guard, once you find the perfect amount of pressure you can keep it going indefinitely. Ever polish the knob and watch him spasm every few seconds as if from electrical shock? That’s because you’re getting it right only part of the time. This allows you to find the right technique and stretch those bursts of intensity into minutes.
The cock does not have to be hard for this technique.
The head is more sensitive when it’s slightly squeezed this way, and it’s more vulnerable… it plumps out a little and the slit is opened a little more
You can optionally press the third and fourth fingers of your guard hand into his sweet spot, either to edge him or because you plan to make him cum this way. (I don’t have much experience with this technique, but I’m pretty sure I can’t cum without this additional stimulation, and with this stimulation, the polishing makes it impossible for me to hold back.)
If you make him cum in this way, the partial obstruction caused by the tight ring will make his orgasm much stronger, the feeling of splashing against your palm will be out of this world, and the feeling of you polishing him while he’s cumming will redefine “intense.”
If you let him cum in this way, don’t stop. Cum makes a great lubricant.
Force him to endure pain
#3 The best time to apply the harshest punishments is when they are administered after bringing a sub/slave to climax. Aside from the obvious obedience training benefits derived from this method, it also had a conditioning effect.
#4 After cumming, just put a bit of Icyhot on the head. Note that it is insanely intense. After a bit started to hurt quite a bit, well burn more than hurt. Word of caution as it may be too much for some.
Focus on the balls
#5 It does have everything to do with the balls getting punished, usually by caning, punching or by having the balls crushed if you have access to a ball crusher. Give him the choice of having to endure 5 or 10 hard cane strikes or the same amount of full-on punches. Either one fucking hurts and while it is a great turn on to anticipate and even better to look back on.
#6 Polishing the Apple – A Technique for Glans Torture
Polishing the Apple refers to over-stimulating the glans, the head of the penis, in such a way like you would polish an apple — Either using your palm to cover the entire glans and polish away or using something soft like silk. Pre- or Post- orgasm it is pure torture.
So here’s an interesting technique to limit stimulation to ONLY the glans.
It’s freakishly evil…
First, get the penis hard, but don’t use any lube yet… Once the penis is hard, you take a self-sticking bandage wrap or elastic athletic wrap (You want to use the kind that sticks to itself and does not require those metal things to hold it together)
Starting at the BASE of the penis, start wrapping, all the way to the top JUST under the head. Make sure EVERYTHING is covered in tape except for the VERY TIP of the penis. Wrap back down to the base, making a couple of passes (Don’t do it too tight)
NOW…. even when fully stroking your penis, the ONLY thing you will feel is the stimulation the GLANS, and you never get ANY stimulation on the “sweet spot” just under the glans — It’s covered in elastic.
Humiliation is hard to endure
#7 Make him eat his cum – A hard thing for some man on any time which is 10x challenging when he is drained.
Nothing sophisticated. Just plug him in immediately and go full force
Tips for working with less sensitive cocks
I have worked over countless cocks of all shapes, lengths, thicknesses, erection levels, and sensitivities. I have had a few where POT did not give me the effect I was looking for until I altered my techniques early in the session.
Here are some tips for the hardcore sessions and less sensitive cocks where you usually have to work a bit more:
1. Immobile bondage (COMPLETELY).
My subjects are bound to where the only things they can move are their eyes, and just a touch of the intermittent cock throbs. I also use a sling attached around the base of his cock with the other end anchored to his thighs. This keeps it standing vertically and I do not have to use one hand to hold his cock. (Klixen has a video with a similar sling). Use fabric hair ties around his balls and around the base of his cock to help trap more blood. Immobile bondage makes the focus area much more sensitive as these are the only nerves sending signals to the brain.
2. Make use of audio and visual stimulation or denial.
I have used blindfolds to heighten the experience through visual deprivation, but also forced my subjects to watch their absolute favorite porn movies while I work on them. One I like is to record a narration track and put headphones on them. This is where I tell my victim their fate, make them answer questions, tell them my stories of POT, etc. This technique is incredibly effective for non-tactile stimulation and I have been told by many subjects that is deliciously cruel and they have had the best orgasm ever from it.
3. Use tools.
I sometimes can get impatient and want to go straight to the POT, but using tools slows me down and keeps me focused. It always leads to a much more intense release and an increased cock sensitivity, I like to start light once the sling is on with Macaw feathers, soft brushes, pantyhose over the cock with the very light use of sharp fingernails, I have been told that these lighter implements, combined with immobile bondage, audio or visual implementation, and the sling is pure agony for them.
4. Medicinal aids.
I sometimes work on an older gentleman who has a Viagra prescription. He tried to hide it from me, but once I found out, I refused to do a session unless I see him swallow it. Night and day difference. I have used Stay Hard cremes and sprays with varying success.
5. Alternate other forms of punishment with your cock torment.
Tickling is an obvious one because it is similar in response to POT in that it is sensory overload. But I have one subject that I use bastinado on his size 12 feet. This gives the penis a break and adds another element to the torment.
6. Do not overwork the head.
Dues to the number of nerve clusters in the head, it is easy to spend a lot of time there getting your reactions, but only going there occasionally makes it much more effective. But when you do go there, make it count. Palm rolling using both hands is my go-to when doing head work. (Klixen too)
7. Using the upstroke only technique.
This is what I discovered and turned my once ho-um jock sessions into screamapalooza. The down-stroke is a mechanical function as it helps move the semen up the vas deferens tubes from the testes into the urethra. The up-stroke sends a signal to the brain to maintain the erection and get ready to move the semen closer to the outside world. Without a down-stroke, there is no way to move the semen and soon it becomes incredibly uncomfortable. Most men cannot cum without the downstroke, but I have had a couple surprise me. Of course, they had to pay the ultimate penalty for blowing their wad early. Just alternate your hands sliding up and off. In about 5 minutes, you will start to hear your victim’s unhappiness.
I hope someone who has a less sensitive or tougher subject can use this information to inflict serious sexual agony on their consenting victim.
After years of trying to control my nymphomania and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me, it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex – it was the sexual release – the orgasm – that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me.
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She said that she hadn’t heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had “fallen off the wagon again”. I called her, and she could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn’t control myself. This is when she first suggested it. She said, “Well if you can’t control your sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?” I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.
She continued, “I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath.” I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, “The article showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time.” “Well, what has this got to do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact,” I asked. Sonja continued, “Well if you were locked in a chastity belt you would not be able to”
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research it. I got off the phone and finished the handjob that I had started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.
I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts and decided that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model FGA/200. It has an all-steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of the crack of the wearer’s ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.
The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, “We’ll never get an accurate measurement of you in that!” I decided to change into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an evil grin, “I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much.”
I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t how it seemed, but I don’t think she believed me. I removed my panties and tried not to think about it as I allowed another woman’s hands to explore my most intimate areas. “Raise your hands over your head – it will make your waist smaller”, she said. I did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn’t help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn’t suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn’t pull my little rocket pocket and use it.
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur. There was a man after man. I seemed to be at an even stronger pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me hornier than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.
The pleasure of getting a new toy
The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made and looked very secure. I thought to myself “I could never cut through that steel”. I threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on (without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fits. I couldn’t take a full, deep breath with it on.
Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus. Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock and keys (two of them), making sure that the keys actually worked, and then secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the “click” of the lock excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living room floor.
Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I thought to myself, “this is going to take some getting used to, but I think I can do it.” I reached down between my legs, and, strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn’t feel my pussy at all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn’t bend it to touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I couldn’t touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could touch the very bottom of my pussy but would have had to be double-jointed to get to my pleasure spot.
Although it is not my favorite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but couldn’t insert it more than about three-quarters of an inch. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I got out my favorite vibrator and decided to try to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist, and on my thighs, where the front shield touched, but I couldn’t feel anything in my pussy. I tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible. Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole. It wouldn’t fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pin, and it would only fit about 1 inch – not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja’s to show her the belt.
When I got to Sonja’s, she could see from the excitement on my face that I was wearing the belt. “Well?” she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband, was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense she was getting aroused. She asked, “Well, who are you going to have to keep your keys?” “What?” I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She explained, “Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity belt doesn’t work because you can remove it any time you want.” I don’t know why, or how, but I hadn’t really thought about that. I said, “I don’t know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home.” She lifted her eyebrows, saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, “You know that will never work”. I told her that I didn’t know anyone who I could trust with the keys. I mean, any male that had my keys could just turn me into his own personal sex slave.
She said, “How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you? I’m a female …” I immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.
At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him “Do you want to fuck me?” He, of course, replied “Yes”. I wanted to fuck him too. I was so horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn’t keep control of my own keys.
The Relinquishing of the Keys
The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone, I work with? No way! I didn’t even want them to know about the belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the conditions would be.
She said, “First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys.” I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed to a week of denial.
Next, she said “Listen, if I am going to do this, I don’t want to lose you as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can’t get mad at me if I don’t release you from your belt during the week.” I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing a belt. I wasn’t, so she told me to go put it on. I went into the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I didn’t have time.
I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew that I wouldn’t feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said: “you can do this; it’s just for one week”. As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.
She asked, “Well? Did you put it on?” “Yes”, I replied. She asked me for the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said “Cindy, I know that this belt comes with two keys… Where’s the other one?” I sighed, knowing that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key – I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week – how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I had made the right decision.
She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she inspected the lock to ensure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the shield, ensuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seem
A Week-Long Belting
About an hour after she left, I was hornier than I had ever been in my entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next, flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn’t get my finger in far enough to do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn’t close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to Sonja
Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. “Sonja, I’ve made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back.” “Why?” she asked. “I can’t make it a whole week. I just can’t do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!” I said. She said “A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it tomorrow.” “Listen”, I said, ” I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty minutes; I’ll go into the bathroom and take care of it.” “Cindy, my husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just can’t let you out tonight” she said. “But… You have to. I just can’t wait” I pleaded
That night, I didn’t sleep for hours. I couldn’t stop thinking about the cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in the world – no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn’t. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn’t have at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn’t think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja’s right after work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an eternity, but five o’clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to Sonja’s.
Sonja answered the door. “Sonja”, I said, “You have to unlock me. I have to get this belt off. I have to cum.” She replied, “Cindy, don’t you remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don’t you?” “Well… Yes… But…” I mumbled. “Well…”, she interrupted, “This is my decision. The belt stays locked.” “LISTEN, YOU BITCH”, I shouted, “LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!” I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She sighed and agreed to release me. She said “I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my bedroom. That’s the most I am willing to do.” Relieved, I accepted her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She excused herself and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and unlocked t
Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn’t wait to “take care of business”. I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn’t care. I came one more time and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.
“Thirty minutes is up”, she said. “Ok, I just need a few more minutes”, I replied, hoping that she would agree. “Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front shield back up”, she demanded. “I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have to finish”, I pleaded. “You came twice; I could hear you all the way in the living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!” she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bedspread. She told me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her once, I could do it again – she’s always been sort of a pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.
The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to Sonja’s that night and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja’s, and each day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real sense of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn’t tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja’s to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing” she announced. “What do you mean, nothing? I haven’t had sex for a whole week…”, I reasoned.
That weekend, I fucked more men than I can count. I know I slept with at least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn’t helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn’t know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.
Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After work, I went over to Sonja’s. It was the first time I had spoken to her since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left and headed for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.
The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja’s. When I got there, she asked if I was wearing a belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. The title of the paper read “Chastity Belt Contract”. I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I picked it up and read it. It read as follows:
Chastity Belt Contract
I, Cindy, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to, allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons: medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse. Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behavior, I explicitly agree that Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document in the future.
I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Cindy’s genitalia for an unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the keys to Cindy’s chastity belt until I feel that Cindy’s behavior has been adequately modified. I agree to allow Cindy to be released from her belt at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole discretion. To help discourage annoying behavior, I agree that, under no circumstances, shall Cindy be released from her belt for at least 24 hours after any time that she requests or demands to be released.
“I’m not signing this”, I exclaimed. “Well, that’s the only way that I will agree to do this”, she smugly replied. “You want me to give over control to you indefinitely? I can’t do that; I won’t do that”, I replied. “Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly if you want to”, she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her to release me. Besides, most women I know don’t even have sex once a week. If they can do it, so can I. “OK, OK, I’ll do it”, I sighed. She handed me a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She signed it too and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight grin and said, “This is going to change your life”. At the time, I had no idea how I’m going to survive.
The First Strict Enforcement
I didn’t sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to Sonja’s house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I asked her to let me out. She said “Cindy, not only will I not do that, but according to our contract. I now can’t let you out for at least 24 hours.” I argued, “Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to…”, she closed the door in my face. I couldn’t believe it. I rang the doorbell and she just shouted through the door, “Cindy, go home, we’re not going to go through this again”. “GODDAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA” I screamed, “GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!” She never did answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to “escort” me out of the building. I couldn’t believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.
That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja didn’t take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched – it had been over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja’s. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behavior the following day. My apology wasn’t sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.
“Well?” I asked. “Well, what?” she replied. “Never mind,” I said in a dejected tone. “Oh, so that’s what this is all about? Do you think that if you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I’m still a little pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of me – after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it could be years…” she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. “Come back Saturday night for your weekly release and sex, if you want” she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn’t dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn’t think straight. My clit felt like it was swollen to the size of a d-cell battery and it tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack
The Secret Revealed (lesbian bitch!)
When I arrived at Sonja’s, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh-high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing pantyhose. “Did I come at a bad time?”, I asked. I didn’t want to piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behavior. “No, no, come inside” she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch. “Where’s Bill?” I asked. “He’s out of town on business this weekend, we’re all alone” she replied. “Why are you dressed like that, are you going out tonight?” I asked, puzzled at her intentions. “Maybe”, she replied. “Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been really looking forward to this” I said in an excited tone.
“Well… First, we need to talk” she said in a mischievous voice, “I don’t know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him for it. We haven’t had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him for the financial support”. “Oh my God Sonja, I’m so sorry to hear that”, I gasped. “It’s okay Cindy, it really isn’t as much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I don’t know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don’t even like vaginal intercourse – it hurts me – and I only let my husband fuck me for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage, he wouldn’t even do that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?”
“Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is disgusting” I replied. She answered “Well, I don’t think I was ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won’t go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman’s mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn’t like returning the favor, but I knew that if I didn’t they would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me.”
“What has this got to do with me?” I nervously asked. She answered “Well, I’m getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that he had it with you.” All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was true, but I just couldn’t believe that she knew. “No Sonja, that’s just not true” I pleaded. “Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore,” she said calmly, “I followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you back. I didn’t know then how I was going to do it, but now I do.” My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn’t want to think about it. She continued, “I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in your sleep.” “Give me my keys, right now” I demanded in a firm voice.
“Shut the fuck up and listen to you whore”, she sneered back. “You can’t make do this. I won’t do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you.” I said. She replied “True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy of yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it.” I replied “Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police.” “You can do that if you want, but let me show you something first”, she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the world was coming. “You taped me?” I asked. “It sure looks that way, and if you don’t want this to go to everyone you know – your friends, your coworkers, your boss, and your parents – you won’t go to the police, and you won’t try to remove the belt. Understood?” she asked. I was caught. I couldn’t
“Well Cindy” she replied, “I will honor the contract, but re-read the contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have sex at least once a week, but it doesn’t say that you will be released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week.” “Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?” I demanded. Sonja smugly replied “It said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved if you wanted. It didn’t say what kind of sex or who’s clit was going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours.”
I began to cry. “Sonja, you can’t do this, you just can’t” I begged. “Oh, I can, and I will” she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously. “This is how the game works”, she continued “You will be held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that’s 100 for everyone that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I might allow you to buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have a tongue fucked me 20 times, you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms.” At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.
“Get on your knees” she demanded. “I’m not touching that” I replied. “Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don’t come back until you have learned to respect my orders” she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn’t. I hated Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke. Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: “Are you ready to obey my orders?” I said “Sonja, can’t we talk about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?” Sonja replied by simply repeating “Are you ready to obey my orders?” I pleaded “Sonja, please. I can’t do that, I just can’t. I’m not gay and I don’t think I could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do.” The phone went dead – that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn’t. I am not gay and I couldn’t bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.
The First Submission
By the next Saturday, my pussy hadn’t been touched in twelve days. I knew that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja’s demands. I would rub Sonja’s clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and again asked, “Are you ready to obey my orders?” “Yes”, I whispered. “What did you say? Speak louder” she demanded. “YES!” I said, “I’ll obey your orders.” I couldn’t believe that I had said it. I didn’t know how I was going to go through with this. “I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue,” she demanded. “I will pleasure you,” I said in a timid voice. “How will you pleasure me?” she asked. “With my hands” I replied. “No, you slut, you’ll do it with your tongue. Do you understand me?” she snapped.
I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja had other plans for me. “Okay”, I whispered. “Okay what?” she demanded, “I want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do it.” Defeated, I replied “I… I will pleasure you… I will pleasure you with my tongue. Are you happy now?” “Look you, little whore, you had better lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I’ll be over in thirty minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, wearing only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don’t obey all of these conditions I’ll walk back out the door and we won’t talk again for a month.” she demanded. With that, she hung up the phone before I could reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the floor, and waited for her to arrive.
As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still, Sonja had not arrived. Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn’t going to show up but I didn’t dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could say a word she spoke, “The only thing that you are to use your tongue for this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.” “But Sonja…” I began. She cut me off and said “You stupid whore, you don’t get it. I said you are not to speak. I’ll give you another month to think about it.” She turned around and began to leave. “No! Wait! I’ll be good, I promise I won’t say another word! Please don’t go!” I pleaded.
She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor. She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night – a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh-high boots. I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn’t bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do. For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn’t horny. I wanted to be anywhere except in that bedroom.
Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I expected, she was again wearing no panties. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees and get to work on my pussy” she demanded. I mouthed, “Please…”, not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word. “Do it, you little whore!” she barked. I did as I was told and slowly began to crawl towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my hands. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused and then began to kiss her thigh-high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with me kissing her boot. I moved up and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a handjob. I reached my right hand
She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. “Stand up and turn around” she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. “You were cheating,” she said smugly. “You know that you are to serve me with your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is what happens to the bad little slave – they get handcuffed. Get back down on your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!” she demanded. Sl
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Please don’t make mmmmphhhh!” I sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deep into her thick mound of pubic hair. “LICK!” she commanded. My first impulse was to bite her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a mistake. I was terrified. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt like I was going to throw up. “LICK!” she again ordered, this time pulling my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and began to lick her with my tongue.
Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. “FASTER!” she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried to think of something else – warm beaches, shopping, anything – but all I could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another woman’s pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn’t had the affair with Bill. All the times he fucked me was not worth even one second of being forced to eat Sonja’s pussy, and I feared that this was only the first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.
“Thank God” I thought to myself, “This will all be over soon”. As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy up and down my mouth as she screamed “Oh God! I’m going to cum! Make me cum you, little whore!” Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into convulsions and she screamed “Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!” Next, she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face into her pussy and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.
Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy, waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked down at me and said “That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at the mess you’ve made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me clean.” The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually ejaculate when they came, but I didn’t think it was true. The fluid was thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices – and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man I had blown.
Already defeated, I swallowed hard and did as I was told. I licked all the juices off her thighs, and then off her ass; taking care not to lick her anus. “You missed a spot” she purred, as she pushed my head down to her asshole. I licked the juice off her anus. “Very good, my slave”, now swallow” she ordered as she lifted my head from between her thighs. I swallowed her cum as I was told to do. “Just think, one down, One thousand nine hundred ninety-nine to go” she said with a wicked smile. I cried as she got up and put on her coat. She walked over and unlocked the handcuffs and put them in the pocket of her coat.
“Please, please, I’m begging you, please release me from this belt. I promise that what happened with Bill will never, ever happen again. Just please, set me free” I sobbed. “You’re right, it will never happen again. You made your own bed, you little slut when you fucked my husband. Now you’re going to lay in it whether you want to or not. Expect to do this all again tomorrow” she said as she walked out the door.
I ran to the door and locked it, and then ran to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth for ten minutes, then jumped in the shower and held my face under the scalding hot water until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I scrubbed and scrubbed to try to get her juices off of me, but I just couldn’t seem to scrub enough to feel clean. After about an hour in the shower, I dried off and went to bed. This had been the worst day of my entire life, but I feared that it was only one of many, many to come. I knew that Sonja would expect the same thing the following evening.
My clit ached to be touched the way that I had touched Sonja’s earlier, but I feared that it would be a long, long time before Sonja would let me have an orgasm. I cried myself to sleep, wondering how I was going to bring myself to do it all again the next evening.
Steve and I have been veteran swingers for some time now. In addition, we live a 24/7 d/s lifestyle and I am 100% submissive to him. Through the years we have met a lot of couples, single males and females and have always enjoyed our experiences. Recently we attended a few parties and met Josh and Samantha but did not have the pleasure of playing with the couple. Over the months we have spoken frequently and hung out together at bars and clubs. I would describe this couple as extremely shy that kept to themselves at parties. After speaking with Samantha on several occasions via chat sessions she expressed the desired to be with a woman and to be dominated. After several chat sessions and speaking with Master, we decided that I would dominate her and fulfill her fantasies and in hopes to bring the couple out of their shell.
After weeks of planning between the four of us, the time has finally come to take control over Samantha and pleasuring Master and Josh…On a cold winter January night, the couple came to our home at approximately 7pm. Josh was quiet and shy and Sam looked nervous but excited. Upon entering our home and greeting them Master and I took the couple to our basement and the night began….
As Sam entered the basement, I immediately took control over her mind, body and soul. She was given instruction on obedience and discipline for disobeying. She agreed…. “Your first task will be to take off all your clothes, fold them neatly and place on the table, you have 45 seconds to return to me and kneel completely naked” Sam agreed… as she performed her first instructions, Master and Josh stood there quietly watching and taking in the whole scene and Sam returned with seconds to spare. She looked beautiful standing before me helpless with her beautiful brown eyes and naked flesh. “You will not speak unless spoken to and you will not make eye contact with any of us. In addition, you will remain in position with your head bowed down, waiting for your next instruction” Sam agreed with “yes maam” Sam sat there for some time while my Master called me over on my knees to take care of him. I took his cock in my mouth slowly swallowing every inch until I swallowed his cum. Afterward, I was released to go back to Sam. Josh continued to remain shy and quiet standing there just watching with a hard cock.
“Sam you will now go stand over in the corner with your nose to the wall and your hands on your head and remain naked, so we can all look at the tramp who will be pleasing us all shortly” “yes maam” As we all stared at Sam, I went and got us some drinks and snacks and we just sat back watching her beautiful naked body. “You may turn around now” as she turned she looked at Josh with excitement and nervousness. “Ah the little tramp doesn’t know how to listen. Sam come here now. She walked over kneeled before me with her head bowed down. Why did you not obey the orders given by me?” “I am sorry, I forgot maam” “Disobedience leads to punishment and since you need a reminder of the rules you will be punished now” I lead Sam by a collar and leash to the couch where I sat and placed her over my knee and smacked her bare bottom with my hand.
SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…. 15 minutes later, she was weeping, teary-eyed and her bottom was red…. She kneeled before me saying “sorry maam it won’t happen again” In addition to her spankings she was placed in the corner with nipple clamps in place, butt plug in place and vibrator in her cunt. “You will not cum or you will regret the pleasure” we all sat watching the torture, excitement and the desire she had to release but was denied. She was soaked with her pussy juices, dripping down her leg, begging for an orgasm. Josh continued to sit quietly with a hard cock.
I eventually released her from the vaginal plug but kept the nipple clamps and butt plug in place a reminder of who she was. Sam was then bounded and gagged in a chair as she watched the three of us play… I was now the whore for Master and Josh. Master instructed me on blowing the 2 together, swallowing 2 cocks at one time. I kneeled on my knees for what seemed like hours slowly taking both cocks in my mouth, swallowing every inch. I licked their balls, dicks and asses with my hands tied behind my back while Samantha watched. Her pussy was dripping more by the minute watching the three of us play. She sat there helpless with her legs spread wide apart, sitting on the butt plug, nipple clamps pulling with her every movement and her mouth gagged. Her beautiful pussy looked moist from where I was kneeling and I couldn’t wait to eat her pussy. As I continued to kneel sucking both cocks both finally released themselves in my mouth and I was instructed to share with the Samantha. I walked over removed her gag and she turned her head away from the mouth, SMACK in the face, she turned back and accepted both men’s cum by kissing me. I slid my tongue down her throat and kissed her for a long time, she struggled and with each struggle, I smacked her breast and she yelped. The men stood there watching…..
My plan was too tease her till she couldn’t take anymore and orgasm without permission. I loved seeing a woman be spanked for disobedience, plus it was so much fun watching her suffer from being denied release from all the pleasure she was receiving. I walked over to her now gagged mouth and kneeled down and licked her pussy, stopping each time she got close to orgasm, she cried with such pleasure. After some time, I untied Sam and placed her hands behind her back and cuffed them. She looked so helpless but beautiful kneeling before me and it was so hot seeing her in pain from the nipple clamps. I walked her over to the couch by her collar and leash, sat down and took her over my knee. I spanked her on her already red bare bottom forever and Master and Josh assisted when I became tired. In addition, during this time of her spanking, her pussy was licked and her clit was sucked while the butt plug was being spanked further into her ass. She yelped, cried, begged for an orgasm but again I denied that, at least till I get my pleasure.
I had Sam kneel on the floor before us as we all sat on the couch and took turns with her mouth. I was sitting in the middle with Josh and Master on both sides of me. I had the pleasure of having her mouth first. I bent down grabbed her beautiful brown hair from behind and forced her face to my wet juicy pussy. I told her to lick my pussy from top to the bottom of my ass slowly and she complied. She was so hot with her face to my pussy as this was her first time eating a woman. She licked gently for some time, sucking my clit, licking from top to bottom, sticking her tongue in my pussy and ass. I released her and she sucked Master’s dick first, I pushed her head down his cock with each stroke of her mouth, forcing her mouth further down each time. She sucked his cock all the way down, gagging her. “If you gag again you will be spank, understood?” “Yes maam” She sucked both men’s cocks without gagging until they both came again. I brought her back to a kneeling position in front of me. I stroked her face, breast and pussy gently and instructed her that she will eat my pussy till I tell her to stop. “You will lick and suck me until I tell you otherwise and you know how I like my pussy eaten. If you make any mistakes, stop or move your face from my pussy you will be disciplined and you will not like it. In addition, you will be denied orgasm tonight and we will continue to use you like the slut you are. The guys may do as they please to you and you will not orgasm without permission. Is that understood?” “Yes maam” I grabbed her by her hair with her hands cuffed behind her back and forced her down to my wet pussy. She licked, sucked every inch of my pussy and ass until I came and squirted all over her face. Although she never experienced a woman squirting she continued to comply with my orders of eating my pussy. Master and Josh fucked her hard banging her face to my pussy, fucking her ass hard so that her face banged my pussy. She was forced to do it over and over again. Master and Josh eventually used my face as a toy for their cocks. After about an hour or so I lifted her by her hair out of my pussy and the men cam all over her face. Her face was covered with the juices from my pussy and the men’s cum and she spent the next five minutes using her tongue and fingers to clean herself off while kneeling in front of us. She looked beautiful and helpless but so hot as a whore she was in our eyes.
I sent her back to the corner so that we can take a break before we use her again. She stood beautifully in the corner waiting for her turn for pleasure. The three of us stood around, talked, joked about using her as a whore and had a few drinks. She was a beautiful but obedient whore one that I was proud of. It was now almost 10pm and was time for the next scene……
I took her by leash and collar and lead her to the bed where I cuffed her hands to the wall and her legs spread wide open to the bed. She laid there naked, helpless and dying for pleasure. “Again whore you will not have an orgasm without permission. Is that understood?” “Yes Maam” I teased her for a while, sucking on her sore nipples that were larger now after the clamps and bruised. I licked her juicy pussy that tasted so sweet that left me wanting more. Master and Josh stood watching with hard cocks. I enjoyed using and teasing her, fucking her with the butt plug, vibrating dildo and licking her pussy, she cried out begging “please may I cum now, Please!!!” “No, you may not, whores are not allowed to cum” I then sat on her face, having her lick and suck my pussy and ass as I ate her pussy. She performed oral sex with such skill and pleasured me so much I squirted all over her face and breast. I licked my cum off her face and breast, which instantly made the guys cum. Now her turn for pleasure……and sexual torture…..
Sam continued to lie there helplessly and wanting release so badly…I licked her pussy over and over again making her beg for an orgasm before allowing her to cum. She screamed so loud after the first orgasm begging for me. Master, Josh and I took turns licking her pussy and ass, using her face as a toy and allowing her to cum over and over, hearing her scream with each orgasm. I put my strap on and fucked her hard in the pussy and ass as the guys fucked her face over and over, gagging her, slapping her face for non-performance while blowing them. She cried, screamed, begged us too stop but we continued to use her like a whore. She begged for so long for an orgasm we were going to give it to her good. We took turns fucking her pussy and ass individually and fucking them both at the same time while I sat on her face and she licked my pussy, again making me squirt all over her face. After hours of fucking this whore her night was finally coming to an end. We released her hands and legs and instructed her to get dressed. “you have 30 seconds to get dressed and kneeling in front of me” “Yes Maam” Unfortunately for Sam she was late by 15 seconds before she kneeled in front of me. I forced her pants and panties down to her ankles and placed her over my knee and spanked her over and over….
First, you must secure a man’s hands, so that he cannot reach his own penis and so that he cannot stop you from access to it.† I find it best to secure the man’s hands above his head so that you will also have free access to his sensitive armpits and nipples as well.† You should also secure his legs so that he cannot kick at you or turn himself away or otherwise block you from stimulating his genitals. My preference is to bind thighs to ankles and then spread the knees by use of a rope under the mattress or table. This creates a clear path to his sensitive asshole, as well. But simpler bindings work well, too.
The simplest form of incapacitation is†done with soft rope or with neckties to secure your man spread-eagle on a bed.† You can also use a dining table or a kitchenette table or a coffee table and tie his limbs to the four legs. The ropes should be tied tightly enough to keep him secure, but not so tight that blood flow is prevented to his hands and feet. Pay close attention to his hands and feet as you play, making sure they are not turning red or even worse, blue!
Start by very, very gently touching his body.† DO NOT START WITH HIS COCK!†In fact, DO NOT TOUCH HIS COCK AT ALL FOR THE FIRST HOUR!† Instead, lightly draw your fingertips up and down his outstretched arms. Drag your fingertips over his exposed thighs. Gently lay your hand on his stomach and caress it very lightly. Very, very lightly rub your palms over his chest, at first avoiding his nipples until he starts to moan or groan. Then gently (the key is lightly and gently) brush his nipples with your fingers. Slowly move your fingertips through the hair under his arms and around the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms.† TAKE YOUR TIME. Don’t jump around from place to place too quickly. Move slowly and fully discover what his body enjoys, what he finds pleasurable, and what he finds almost excruciating, what he finds almost too intense to endure.
With this information about where best to excite or distract him later (this will be important information if you wish to keep your man in a state of prolonged excitement without letting him cum), you may begin to excite his genitals by very lightly†and gently tickling his testicles. Do this for many minutes and watch as his cock enlarges and swells and bounces and begins to drip its pre-cum. Only after the cock is bouncing and swaying on its own may you gently stroke the shaft… BUT DO NOT YET TOUCH THE HEAD OF HIS PENIS! Running tickling fingers up and down his shaft, while you continue to tickle and stroke and gently roll his testicles in your hands.† It is at this point where you may wish to place a snapping leather cock ring around his cock and testicles. As his genitals will be inflamed and completely engorged with blood by this time, you may use rather a tight setting. If you do not have an adjustable cock ring with snaps, use a shoe lace from your trainers (tennis shoes, athletic shoes). Find the center of the shoe lace and then wrap the part of the scrotum just below the cock shaft a few time around, leaving equal lengths of lace at each end.† Now, criss-cross these around the base of his shaft and tie off the shoelace on top. His testicles will now be trapped in his scrotum, unable to fully rise for orgasm and his shaft will be rigid and throbbing.
It is now that you can begin gently licking and tickling the top of his cock shaft†near the head of his penis. GO VERY SLOWLY AND LIGHTLY, moving eventually to the head†and watch him go crazy with lust. Remember, it has been over an hour since you tied him down and this is the first contact you have made with the sensitive nerves of his corona and glans!† Alternate flicking your tongue quickly around the head and shaft with flattening your tongue and making it as supple as possible to encircle and swab his weeping crown.† If you notice his balls rising too quickly or the lips of his cock parting fully or the muscles in his chest tightening or his breathing growing faster and faster or the muscles in his ass cheeks flexing rapidly, YOU MUST BACK OFF IMMEDIATELY.† These are some of the signs of an impending orgasm and you don’t want to give him that relief just yet!
Go back to licking his nipples or softly kissing his mouth and tenderly frenching him (even a straight man will respond to kissing now, grateful for the intimate caress of your tongue).††Slowly run your tongue over his salty neck or lightly stroke his stomach or his thighs.† Wait until the critical moment has passed, then go back to his balls with a lapping tongue and slowly advance up his shaft… drive him crazy by getting as close to that sensitive head as you can WITHOUT RETURNING THERE JUST YET!† After some concentrated ball tickling (or licking with very gentle sucking… his balls may be getting a bit sore by now), you can now jump around his body sucking his nipples, tickling or licking his armpits, raking his thighs with your fingers, tickling at the opening of his asshole, sucking his toes, rubbing the hair on your head lightly across his balls… ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING TO CAUSE HIM TO BUCK AND JUMP AND WRITHE AND MOAN AND BEG YOU TO TOUCH HIS COCK!
After he has begged you for a sufficient period of time, BUT CERTAINLY NO LESS THAN 30 MINUTES, begin at the base of his cock and with your very well lubricated hand,†start a very, very, very, very slow hand job, so slow that he couldn’t possibly reach orgasm any time soon!† Make the caresses long and light, all the way from the base to the tip of his cock.† Kiss him while you do this, lick his chest, tell him how sexy he looks, how hot his sweating body is making you, and how you are not going to speed up one little bit.† Tell him that you are going to slowly milk him of his nut sauce, taking little breaks here and there to do three or four things that you know he absolutely loves and that will make him even hotter and more desperate for the touch of your soft, stroking hand.† If your man enjoys the caress of your mouth, you may give him one or two good sucks with lots of tongue action, but no more.† Drive him absolutely insane with just a taste of honey and†keep his panting, moaning, sweating, twisting, begging attention for as long as you can bear to see him suffer such amazing ecstasy.
And, after two or three or four (or more) hours, pick up the pace and the pressure of that teasing handjob and watch in disbelief as your man shoots spurts and spurts of cum over his head as you finally, finally, finally allow him to cum!† And as he catches his breath and his heart rate drops back under 150, lean down very close to his ear and gently breathe into it, “Let’s do that one more time”
I would like to start from the beginning. I am a 43 yr old man; fit for
my age, not bad on the eyes or so I am told. I have visited Pro Dommes
since my early 20’s. I have a need for pain. Like all the rest of us, I
search the sites to fill this need. It took me several months to
contact Mistress Ella. I like pain, but she made me nervous. She is
very direct to the point of feeling she could see through me, right
into my monitor, which explains why I never even looked at her profile
until I was naked and kneeling. That has been her effect on me.
My first contact with her was just as direct as her profile. Rules she
didn’t ask but demanded were obeyed. She made it clear she would end
all contact should I FAIL.
Mistress Ella was more than happy to also give me her requirements
should she allow me to submit to her. She had me and I knew it.
I booked a 2 hr session with her the following Friday after work. Work
seemed to drag on. I spent my lunch not eating, but shopping for a
gift. It just felt right. I had not even met Mistress Ella yet, but
she was deep in my brain. Just her name coming up made my raging cock
feel like it could pound nails. But no joke I was nervous. I knew she
was a mature lady. There would be no frills. I was there for her
control and pleasure. She expected 110% of my attention.
A week of denial
I stopped home for a quick cleaning out and a shower. I had a 40-minute
drive from my house to Mistress Ella’s play space. I was nervous and
I so badly wanted to touch my cock. I wanted it throbbing in my hand. I
wanted to feel the silky pre-cum dripping down my hand, before running
it across my tongue. I was given strict instructions not to touch for
the whole week. It was the hardest week, as I jerk off 4-5 times a day.
I pulled into the parking lot and scanned for her apt. For a minute I
didn’t know if my legs would carry me. My palms were soaked with sweat.
With gift and card in hand, I took a deep breath and started in her
direction. A knock at the door, and a short wait that felt like an
hour, the door opened. I was barely in the door when I was pushed to
the floor. For the first time I heard her voice, not soft and sweet,
but with a harshness to it, firm. I quickly drop to the floor and
picked one foot up to kiss it. I waited for the next direction to the
other foot. Then I heard her instructing me to follow her. We passed
one door to the left that was a bathroom. She reached behind me and
closed the door. In this small hall, she ordered me to undress, as she
walked away. I carried my clothes into the room, now more like a crawl
and push inching my clothes from of me. She told me to hand her the
clothes, then she said you might get these back, or I might send you
out in a towel. my mind raced, was she kidding? How would I be able to
stop her? I was scared and my cock being the slut I taught it to be,
started bobbing. In seconds I felt a burning slap across my cock and
balls. I loved the feeling of it moving through me. I wanted another.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as she moved around the room, I was
not able to see much to the back or side to me. I felt what I thought
might be a cage. It would not be long before I knew I was correct.
Mistress Ella attached a cold heavy cuff to my wrist. I was here and
it was really going to happen. I was going to allow her to do anything
she wants with me. Next went on the leg irons, cold and heavy. She
attached my legs to the cage spreading them as far apart as possible.
Next were my wrists, above my head, she attached them to something
behind me. I was then placed in a high posture collar keeping my head
straight, not able to move.
Mistress was behind me, I could hear things moving, but could see
nothing. Next, I was blindfold. I was helpless, I couldn’t move, I
couldn’t see, and without my realizing soon I would not be able to
hear. I was closed off to all my senses, helpless. So why was my damn
cock bobbing again? This time the pain was not her hand but the
stinging of a whip of some kind.
I could feel Mistress Ella moving as she brushed against me. Then I
could feel it, something grabbing my skin, then another. I could not
keep count as the pain ran down my chest to the bottom of my thigh,
then to the back of my ball sack. The heat was starting to fill my body,
a wonderful painful heat. I so badly wanted to see her face, her eyes,
but I was in this darkness, with only my mind and the pain. She stopped
and I could only guess what was to come next, but not for long, as I
felt this cold rush over my nipples, and then shooting fire to both
nipples as she twisted, pressed, and pulled. I was beginning to melt
into the pain. It was coming from all over my body. I want to scream
thank you, Ma’am. Still, there would be more. I could feel her long
nails running down my cock, my balls. I wanted both, I tried to scream
more… hard. They are yours, mistress. Then it stopped… nothing. Where
had she gone? My brain was screaming for her not to stop, come back,
Then a pain I had not felt before. Mistress was stroking me with
the needle, I thought, caressing my cock with sadistic stroke. Each awaking
me to her touch as she tightened her grasp. As the needle broke my
skin, I was falling in love with Mistress. Her stokes were working. i
was hard. i could not move but surely i was dripping like a fresh
rain, stroked until i was almost ready to explode. Then Mistress
slapped my cock and balls and it ended. my mind as pleading for her not
WOW, a sting, it rocked me to my core. Over and over again my cock and
balls were on fire. There would be no mercy for me. Her words echoed in
my head. I don’t know how long it lasted. When she stopped, she was
back stroking my cock with the needle. This time when they twisted and
pulled my cock, I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and drank it all
in. As she moved so did the pain shooting down my body. Again she took
me to the edge, again I was screaming to go on. My request would go
without my wish to be filled.
She took my hard member into her hand I could feel something tight
going around my cock, then around my waist. I could feel my cock
pressing on my stomach. She was doing the same to my balls, pulling
them hard and tight. She ran her nail deep into both of my balls. She
was taking ownership of them. I gulped and then another. my body was
fire. The pain took over my MIND. She was whipping me. I could only see
her in my mind’s eye, she was laughing at each lash. She moved all
over my body. my mind was dizzy, my head spinning. The leather cut
through my skin. I could feel what I knew was my blood running down
me. She would stop and squeeze each ball, and dig her nails into them.
THEN PUNCHING, over and over again, then whipping.
my legs were weak. my body was not my own any longer. She moved the
whip with skill and pleasure, I was sure of that. She moved down to my
legs, my chest, every inch of me was a wave of fire.
My mind wondered how long was I in this position. I prayed not long, I
didn’t want her to stop. I wanted the whip to crave each lash into my
body, each an evil kiss. Deep breath… oh the pain, the wonderful pain,
as the whip smashed into the other nipple clamps. I prayed I would not
throw up. The pain was intense. She pinched each nipple then put the
clamps back on. She continued to whip, covering every inch of my body.
Suddenly she stopped. Was it over? Had the two hours passed? Oh, how I
wished it wasn’t over. Then without a breath, a ragging pain flowed
through my body. From my chest to my feet, the pain left nothing that
was missed. Quick, quiet, it was gone. Every piece she put on my chest,
ball sac, and thigh was ripped off. All that remained was flashes of
pain flooding over my body, spreading with no mercy. There was that
word again. I wanted to thank her. I felt her let my arms drop to my
side, next my legs were able to move. Would they hold me up? She put a
bottle to my mouth, I drank, gladly willing to take in each drop.
She took the bottle away. When would she remove the collar? When could
I see these wonderful marks, my badge of honor? I didn’t cry, I didn’t
move, I took it. All of it.
Without a word she spun me around, my arms now stretched before me. my
legs again were locked in. She moved the headphone of one ear, and
whispered, you didn’t think I was done, did you? I could say nothing,
but in my mind, I was smiling. She gave me more than I expected, and I
loved every minute.
She pushed my head forward, as much as I could, in the collar. I took
a deep breath. I lost count after 103 lashes. When I came to, she
removed the collar, the blindfold, and my arms.
you did a nice job. Don’t move I need to put something on your back for
the cut, I jumped, and held those bars so tight I could have lifted the
steel cage. I wanted the burning to stop as I smelled the alcohol fill
the room, Her hand sliding across my tender skin. When things calmed
down and I could stand, my eyes lowered, and I went to my knees to kiss
her feet and thank her. Ma’am, I hope my body did not disappoint you.
She said would you like to see my work. Yes Ma’am, I would please.
A few years ago, my ex and I were breaking up. It was an amicable split so we ended up doing what many couples in this same situation do when coming to the end of the relationship, we had sex one last time. Although this time it wasn’t full intercourse. It was more of a playful fondling and mutual masturbation, at least at first.
Since this was going to be our last time being sexual together, I wanted to give her something that she would remember. I pulled out every technique in my bag of tricks and focused completely on her needs. For about 40 minutes I played, rubbed, teased and massaged her way through many orgasms before she was totally spent.
After a few minutes of catching her breath, she began to focus on me.. and this is where the fun really started…
When she grabbed me, I could tell that something was a bit different. In her post-orgasmic clarity, my pleasure had seemed to turn into a job that she wanted to get over with and was taking no pleasure in doing. She was rough and uncaring with her handjob. As her hand wrapped tightly around my shaft, she would repeatedly squeeze it as hard as she could, and then would let go. I was convinced that she was doing it just to see how red she could get my head to turn. It hurt a little but also felt oddly erotic because she had never done anything like this before to me.
Once my head was the proper shade of reddish-purple that she was going for, she started to alternate between teasing me and then ruining that tease… With my shaft held firmly in one hand, she would use her other hand to gently rub my head. As I felt myself starting to sink into the pleasure, she would then playfully pinch or flick my head just hard enough to bring me sharply out of that pleasure zone.
I didn’t know what to do. It felt good and it was maddening at the same time, but I found myself getting very turned on by what she was doing. I wasn’t sure if it was because I liked the pleasure and pain combination or if it was simply because it was different than anything I had experienced before.
When she was finished toying with my head, she began to move her hand along the entire length of my shaft in long and slow strokes. I can feel my body starting to relax again and begin to enjoy the feeling of her soft hands on me. I closed my eyes and let the total enjoyment start to take over. She continued to stroke me just long enough for me to let out my first moan of pleasure. Then she changed the pace and rhythm. With my shaft held firmly in her grasp, she started to slowly give more emphasis to the down strokes. It took a number of attempts before I realized what she might be doing. It was almost as if she was aiming her hand for my balls as she brought her hand down to the base of my shaft.
Time to add some pain to the mix
I began to feel the side of her pinky finger lightly brush against the top of my balls. Not every time, but just frequent enough to keep me from fully entering that sweet spot of enjoyment again. At first, it was very light and playful, and it actually felt good in a weird sort of way, but the impacts gradually became more and more forceful. I started to get a little worried about her hurting me, accidental or otherwise. It doesn’t take much to double a guy over when he takes a wrong hit down there.
I suddenly felt my body involuntarily react to one of the hard strokes. This one hurt a little. I felt the dull pain in my lower abdomen that usually accompanies a strike to the balls, starts almost immediately. I grimaced and let out a small painful moan. She countered my reaction by quickening her stroking pace bringing my body from pain to pleasure.
Just as I felt myself start to relax again, a second firm blow came down on my balls. This one was just as hard as the last. Although comparatively speaking it was about the same amount of pressure one would use patting an infant on the back. playful, yet firm… I could feel the abdomen pain start to return. My body again jerked in reaction, and again she quickened her stroking pace, reluctantly dragging me back over the line from pain to pleasure.
My inner turmoil was really starting to set in at this point. I didn’t know if I still wanted to have an orgasm or get up and run. Each impact hurt, but it also felt wildly erotic. Was she deliberately trying to take some aggression out on me and hurt me? Or was she just pulling out all of the stops and experimenting or doing something that she always wanted to do? I Was debating on what my next move should be when the third blow came down.
Again, my body reacted to the initial jolt. Ok, I had enough. I have to say something. My mouth opened, but all I managed to say were the words ‘I don’t think..’ when she leaned over and took my head into her mouth and started to suck me. I was instantly distracted and I had all but forgotten about the pain I was feeling. She slowed down and took her time, giving me a few wet licks and playful long sucks. Then she went back to stroking me again.
I instinctively spread my legs, not because I liked the sensation and wanted more, but I was hoping to give my balls a little space to drop down and out of striking distance… big mistake… She seized the opportunity, almost as if she was waiting for me to do that. She cupped my balls with her other hand and lifted them back up, even higher than they were before and then continued her stroking and playful abuse to my balls, except now they were trapped between her hands
I didn’t know what to do or how to react. It hurt, and it felt amazing at the same time. At this point I was scared to say anything to her, after all, she quite literally had my balls in her hands and obviously didn’t have any issues roughing them up a bit. I felt like my body was simply there for her amusement and not my pleasure.
This is when something began to happen that up until now was a completely foreign thought to me. Somewhere between my pleasure and pain, I could feel my orgasm beginning to stir. She was stroking me at a good pace while her other hand was working my balls, squeezing and pulling them and every so often giving my body another jolt when her hands came together.
Here comes the big ruined O
I didn’t know what to do… Should I say something? Should I tell her that I was going to cum? I was afraid of what she would do if I told her, but it felt too good to tell her to stop. I was quickly approaching the point of no return, I had to make a decision before my indecision chose for me.. I blurted out.. ‘I’m going to cum!’.. she then sped up, her strokes grew faster and harder… the impact to my balls grew more frequent and they were aching from the pain… and also aching for release… she brought me right to the brink of explosion… and just as my orgasm began to take over, she let go of my shaft gave my balls one last long and hard squeeze… The sound that I made was a questionable groan.. as if to say “Why did you stop!!?”…My pleasure and pain were milliseconds from colliding together when she looked me right in the eyes as I started to explode all over myself and simply said ‘Just let it happen..’.
I couldn’t stop myself from cumming. My balls were in pain but I was in the midst of having the most intense, yet strangely unfulfilling orgasm that I ever had. I felt my cum start landing on my stomach and chest as my cock had begun uncontrollably launching one long stream after another. I don’t think I have ever expelled that much in a single orgasm… I’m not sure if it was my body that pushed out all of that cum or if it was her squeezing it out of my balls… I wanted to grab my pulsing shaft thinking that I could still get in a few good strokes to get the fulfillment that I needed, but it was too late the orgasm was ruined…
Post orgasm torture
Just as my cock had finished pumping its last drop, she grabbed my shaft again and began to rub my head with a newly found conviction. I started to squirm… She knows that Once I have my orgasm, that continued stimulation is uncomfortable, if not downright painful for me… But she didn’t seem to care. As I brought my hands up to stop her, she shifted her position and weight so she was now laying across me, with her back facing me. My head, still covered in cum, made for the perfect self-lubricant, and she took full advantage.. she kept rubbing.. I kept squirming.. The harder I tried to pull her off, the more pressure and speed she applied, sapping my focus and strength. The sensation was driving me crazy. the pressure, the pain, the over stimulation… I made one last push to get her off, when I felt her hand come down to dish out another firm pat to my balls.
Oh God, it hurt so bad… and I felt like I was going to cum again. I squirmed, she rubbed… I tried to stop her, she hit my balls… I moaned, pleading with her to stop. She answered by reapplying that grip to my balls with one hand and began stroking me with the other. The uncomfortable feeling intensified and I felt as if my head and balls were going to explode from pain.. or another orgasm. I couldn’t believe it, she was going to make me cum again. A quick thought flashed through my mind before the pain drove it away… I made her cum 5 or 6 times, I hope she wasn’t planning the same for me!
I couldn’t take it anymore.. between my pleasurable moans and painful groans, I managed to tell her that I Was about to cum again… And then.. nothing… She stopped. She stopped stroking me. She stopped squeezing and patting my balls, she stopped all stimulation altogether… I could hear my heart thumping in my hears.. I was confused.. Was this a tease? Was she done? “What are you doing??” I asked, almost out of breath… “You only get one”, was her reply.
My mind felt like it was going to explode! I had all of these intense feelings that needed some kind of conclusion, yet she just denied me…. She continued to lay across me until I went soft again. It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like hours.. my muscles ached and I had a huge sense that she was wanting to prolong the Pain, pressure, and frustration that I was feeling. She seemed to savor it.
When she was done, she released my balls, which amid my confusion, I hadn’t realized were still firmly in her grip. She simply got up, got dressed and walked out… Leaving me covered in my own cum and thinking … What the hell just happened to me?