Cute Girls

The Interview

“The following story was written with help from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. If there is enough interest shown, part 2 will given every consideration. All comments and feedback will be much appreciated. We hope you enjoy!”

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This glossy, monthly magazine”s ratings must be falling, I thought to myself. The editor had asked me to be interviewed for an article they were considering, entitled, “Doms and subs, the Whys and Wherefores!” I had nothing planned for that day and it could turn out to be an amusing interlude, to say nothing of the exorbitant fee they were offering to pay for my services, so I agreed to the meeting.

Anonymity being required on both sides, I was to meet a lady whom I was to address as Spicey. In return, tongue in cheek, I told them that she would address me as Master! I could not help laughing at how seriously these people took themselves. They are primarily a magazine for the bored and pampered housewives of Canada. What”s in, what”s out, what to be seen in and what not, a sort of rulebook for the female wannabe.

I carefully dressed in my favourite colour, which is Black. Black slacks, open necked shirt, everything, even down to my socks. Freshly showered and shaved, I headed out for our meeting and intentionally, I arrived a few minute late so I could get a good look at “Spicey.” I recognised her, almost immediately. She was sitting in a secluded area of the restaurant, nervously playing with a drink. She was dressed in a smart business type suit, which try as it might, could not contain her ample charms. Her legs encased in dark hosiery, were crossed at the knee and swinging, again showing signs of her tension. I approached the table and introduced myself,

“Hello, you must be Spicey” I said in my deep baritone voice. She almost jumped out of her chair,

“Ummmmm Yes. You must be, Master?” She asked, blushing, at having to use this term, alien, as it is, to her lifestyle, “I am “Spicey” and have been sent to interview you” This only heightened the embarrassment, at having to call herself Spicey.

“Then Spicey, you can order me a beer and we can begin” I said, with a grin on my face. I wanted to judge her reaction to me telling her what to do and not to be disappointed, she said,

“Look Master, or whatever you call yourself, if you want a drink? Then get your own bloody drink! I am here, purely to obtain an interview, not to dance to your every command!” This was almost spat out, probably to disguise her embarrassment and to show that she was in charge of this interview and not me. I laughed at her over reaction and said,

“Ah! A feisty lady! I like that in a woman. It can be more of a challenge, so to speak.” I ordered a drink from a passing waiter, looked into her angry blue eyes and quietly said,

“Can we begin now Spicey, my lady?”

“”Yes” I responded nervously. He seemed to have made me a little uncomfortable and I tried not to let that show. I had a list of questions which I pulled out from my briefcase and glancing at it quickly, I made a quick decision to just start asking him them, there and then and see where it led us,

“So how long have you felt that you have had to be the more dominant in a relationship? Does it give you a sense of power to call all the shots? Are you a full time Dom, like out in public, or is it more a closed door Dom? Are you Master of more than one slave and if you are, do they know about one another? What kind of things do you command of your slave? And what form of punishment do you give them, if you are not obeyed?”

I threw out all these questions at him, my eyes watching his face for any signs that he didn”t like my line of questioning. He had a funny kind of smirk on his face and I was left trying to figure out what those smouldering eyes were telling me. It was leaving a tingling feeling in my belly, a sense of excitement that I couldn”t quite explain., so I sat back in my chair, took a small sip of my water and waited for him to respond.”

I sensed her unease at having to ask me these questions and I could see the nervousness at being in my presence was causing her some concern. She was trying so hard to remain professional, but I knew, that even just asking me these questions, was getting her interested in my lifestyle.

“Well Spicey, So many questions? And there are so many different answers.” I replied, not making it any easier for her. “Where do I begin? In answer to your first question, I have always felt that I would like to be dominant in a relationship. To have the lady of my choice accept me for what I am. To enjoy me taking charge when we make Love, to let me do anything I want with her, but, be happy doing it. Knowing, that what she does, is giving me pleasure and ultimately, giving her pleasure also. Does that make any sense to you, a career woman, who is used to equality in her work?” I watched as her eyes narrowed and she was about to answer me.

“Wait Spicey! I will continue with my answers to your questions. A sense of power, you ask? In a way, yes it is. In the house, behind closed doors, then, yes again, but not in public. If I require my sub to be naked at all times, then, she will be. If I require that she pleasures me, when I demand it, then, she will do. In saying that however, we also will have a room, the kitchen perhaps? Where, we are equals and can discuss things. She will have every right to complain about my treatment of her and we will discuss everyday things, like any normal couple would. In my personal role as her Dom, it is on an equal footing, except when we adopt the lifestyle. I do not want a slave, a doormat or a tramp and I am also there to protect her natural desire to be submissive. She has to trust that I will do that, know that I will look after her. She will, of course, show her gratitude to me, by obeying me in the sexual side of things.

That is bringing us onto your next question, that of punishment. Sometimes a sub will deliberately do something to upset her Dom, just to experience his displeasure, because she craves pain, or to show Him that she trusts Him not to hurt her, too much. I do not like punishing my sub; I will do this by withholding her pleasure, I will tease her mercilessly and not allow her to climax and that is as much a punishment to her, as a flogging might be to another. Occasionally, I will administer pegs to her breasts, but, she knows that I will not leave them on for long. When I finally remove them and suck on her tender flesh, she almost cumms immediately”

I laughed evilly at the reaction to my answers. I could tell that, to her own discomfort, she was becoming aroused by my answers, wondering if she could be a sub. Wondering, what could make her trust someone, so much, that she would willingly do his bidding? I looked deeply into her eyes and awaited her next move in this game we were playing.

“I found myself getting, both excited and uneasy in this interview. Not sure whether to just jump in or to continue probing for answers to questions that I didn”t know how to ask. He looked like a normal average guy, but he was turning me on and I sensed an inner excitement. I could feel my nipples getting hard against my bra and could feel a moistness forming between my legs. Wondering if this was how all women felt in his presence, wondering if I were someone that he would want to dominate. I wasn”t sure what to ask next or how to continue, so I asked for a fresh glass of water to try to calm myself down, to collect my thoughts and to stop my rampant mind. He left the room to get it and I stood up and rearranged my clothes. On hearing him coming back, I sat down quickly which caused my skirt to ride up and expose the upper portion of my thighs. Damn I thought, what will he think, that I am trying to come on to him? He handed me the glass and had a twinkle in his roving eyes.”

Returning to our table with her glass of water, I spotted that she had hastily adjusted her clothes and sat down again. I smiled inwardly and wondered if she was deliberately showing me more of her thighs, or if it was a pure accident. I also took in quickly that she was wearing stockings, as I could now see the tops, but mostly, however, the tablecloth hid her from the view of the other customers. I could see her blush as my eyes absorbed all of this while passing her the glass and I swear she almost dropped it in her confusion.

“Well Spicey, does that explain a little about me and the Dom/sub relationship? Or should I proceed further?” I asked, still with a gleam in my eye.

“Master, if you would care to continue, I am finding this most fascinating” She replied, obviously still uneasy at having to call me Master and trying to hide her embarrassment at, dare I believe it, becoming a little aroused? She kept her eyes averted and fiddled with her notebook.

“Spicey!” I almost barked and she instantly looked up into my eyes,

“When we chat, please pay attention and look at me at all times.” I said more quietly, but I could see a look of fright pass briefly over her face, as she realised that she had almost answered me with a, “Yes Sir!”

“That is better Spicey; I like to know that I have your attention” I continued chatting and telling her about my theory that certain women, in positions of responsibility, liked to give up their every day dominance and become submissive to the right man and I could see her blush deepen further. Had I found an Achilles Heel in this Spicey lady? Was she beginning to pay more than a passing interest in this interview? I thought that I would test her out and leaning forward, I placed a hand on her very hot knee and whispered,

“Spicey, I want you to do something for me. Go to the ladies restroom and remove your panties, come back here and give them to me. Feel what is like to be a submissive; it will maybe help with your article? Will you do that for me?”

“Would I do this? Could I do this? I slowly got up, almost in a daze and headed for the ladies room. When I got there, I looked into the mirror, my face was flushed and my eyes had a glaze over them. Walking into an empty cubicle, I proceeded to take off my black satin panties. I noticed they were damp and I wondered how I could dry them before I gave them to him. There was moistness between my legs and my clit was tingling. I touched myself and my mind drifted back to him sitting at the table, wondering what was going through his mind and I finally decided that I should head back and see where we went from here.

There was a musky odour from my arousal that I could smell and silently I prayed that he wouldn”t notice. I placed my panties in my purse and headed back to the table and as I approached, I watched his eyes staring at me, wondering if I had done what he bade me to do. I sat in my chair, my eyes cast down, opened my purse, handed him my panties and said,

“Master, these are what you asked for.” I sat back and as his hand reached across and took them, he lifted them to his nose and sniffed deeply. A smile crossed his face and he welcomed me back. ”

“Welcome back Spicey, from the smell of your panties and from the flushed expression you are wearing, I am guessing that this interview has got your attention at last?” My eyes never left hers as I said this; I even smelt a faint odour emanating from her, which had to be arousal, I put the panties into my pocket and continued,

“I have some literature and videos on the subject of Dom/sub relationships in my apartment Spicey, if you would care to pursue this further?” I said, still looking into her eyes intensely. This stunned her for a moment, I could tell! Would she be doing anything other than following up on an article, she asked herself? Or, would she be accompanying a man, who she barely knew, to explore more than a mere article? Her face was telling me a lot, the hesitance and therefore not a refusal, the glazed eyes, maybe of arousal; but the damp crotch of her panties, told me even more.

“I agreed to go with him to his apartment, feeling that I wanted to know more but also aware of how turned on he had made me. Watching him as I agreed to his offer, I saw his eyes smile at me and I wondered, to myself, what he had in store for me next. Was he inviting me just to show me his things or did he have an ulterior motive. Somehow, it didn”t seem to matter anymore, I wanted to go with him and to learn more.

By giving him my panties, I felt that I had given over a small bit of control already and it seemed okay and as I stared at his crotch, I realized that he wasn”t totally unaffected either. We stood up to leave and I felt his hand on my bottom. Could he feel me, feel my muscles tensing? We walked out and got into his car and his hand on my buttocks was strangely comforting.

The leather seats were cool on my warm skin and as I sat staring out the window, not sure where to look, I felt his hand on my knee. It was slowly sliding up under my dress and I felt my legs begin to spread open, allowing this intrusion of my privacy. My body started to shake, he spoke no words when he touched me, he felt my clit, then down to my pussy lips, feeling the moistness there and then he withdrew his hand and a small moan of protest came from deep in my throat. Vaguely I heard him speaking. ”

“Spicey, I see you still like to adorn your pussy with pubic hair. You do know that most subs shave for their Doms or, their Doms shave them?” I asked her, whilst sniffing my finger and causing her to shiver as she watched me.

“Ummmmm smells delicious, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell Spicey? Touch yourself, wet your fingers and let me taste your sweet juices” Her blush deepened, even redder than before and I could see that she was fighting between keeping this interview on a professional level and giving in to her primal urge to be submissive. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand slowly slide under her skirt and her knees part again. She caught her breath as her finger delved between the soft folds of her heated sex and she barely stifled a moan of pleasure.

“I am waiting Spicey, let me taste you.” Still blushing furiously, that she would do such a thing with a stranger that she had not long met, she put the glistening tip of her finger to my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, savouring her nectar I didn”t give her time to consider the situation she was getting into and said,

“Raise your skirt, feel the cool leather against your skin, keep your legs parted and feel the air conditioning blowing across your pussy and Spicey, on no accounts will you cum, unless I give my permission!” I laughed when I said this and saw the look of confusion cross her face. She had no intention of cumming for me, she was here to conduct an interview, or was she? All these questions and thoughts, I could see etched across her pretty face, even as she was slowly hitching up her skirt, to feel the whispering coolness of the blower against her hot flesh.

“I felt the coolness of the seat against the heat of my bottom, my heart was beating faster, my breath coming in short gasps and my mind reeled with the feelings that he had invoked. I was scared, mainly because I was enjoying this; I wanted to please him and didn”t understand why. My hand remained between my thighs, slowly stroking and I could feel my juices. I inserted one finger while my eyes watched to see what kind of reaction I would get; after all, he had just told me I was not allowed to cumm. Not that I was going to let that stop me, I wanted to see how far he would go and what he would do.

Slowly I took my hand away and gently sucked my honey from my own finger and then I put my hand back, I had to, I wanted that feeling to continue. Stroking myself with my left hand, I let my right hand wander down to my breasts and start rubbing them through my blouse, I felt my nipples harden, God I was horny and I wanted him. He kept his eyes on the road and he did not seem affected at all. I began to wonder what he was thinking, how he was feeling and I could feel the pressure building inside me. I turned to him and asked,

“Master, how long is it before we stop?”"

“Before we stop Spicey? We haven”t started yet!” I smiled as I saw the frustration on her face,

“As you have decided to play with your nipples, without my telling you, or, you even asking for my permission, you will unbutton your blouse and undo your bra, release your breasts and tease your nipples. Roll them between thumbs and fingers and get them hard leave your legs spread and keep your skirt raised Spicey!”

Again she looked horrified at the thought of obeying the orders of a relative stranger. But, I could also see that she was enjoying this submission, even though she still tried to convince herself that it was research for a magazine article. Slowly her hands lifted, she began to loosen the buttons on her blouse and her soft frilly bra came into view. The vivid red flush was gradually spreading from her face, over her ivory smooth neck and across the soft swelling of her breasts. When her blouse was fully undone, she managed to undo the clasp and lower her bra, enough to expose them to my view. What lovely soft mounds they were too, large and firm, tipped by bullet hard nipples. Obviously, our earlier play had got them to this state of arousal.

“I am waiting Spicey!” I said in a menacing voice. I watched as she slowly did as I had asked. Her eyes closed with the sensuous feelings she was getting and I let my hand slide up her left thigh, my fingers gently stroking the soft inner flesh. I could feel the heat from her pussy and let my middle finger run along her spread lips. As I touched her already erect clit, I could hear her gasp and knew that she was about to climax.

“Ok Spicey,” I said, withdrawing my hand and putting it back on the wheel, “Cover yourself up; we are almost at my apartment.”

If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man at that very moment! She glared at me, her frustration at being on the very edge of a climax very obvious, as she adjusted her clothing and made herself, once again, into the professional reporter. I am not sure if she had realised it yet, but gradually, she was coming under my control. I wondered, how far would she allow herself to be dominated by a man? Maybe I will find out when we are in the confines of my apartment.

“As we pulled into the parking lot I tried to get myself back under control. This was a very hard thing to do, as I was extremely excited and suddenly I realized that I wanted to finish this interview very quickly. I was scared at how he had made me feel, but I was never one to let a challenge get the better of me, or so I thought.

We got out of the car and walked sedately up to his flat, he opened the door and we went inside. He took me through to the kitchen and asked if I would like a glass of wine. I said yes, he poured us each a glass and then we went to the living room and sat down. I took my pad and pen and tried to look serious, my heart was still pounding and my body still excited. I looked at him and tried to form the next question in my mind, but when I spoke, it was to ask,

“How else can I please you” I was appalled at what I had said and when he looked at me, he had a faint smile on his face and said,

“How can you please me, you said? Well, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy the car ride over here Spicey?” I replied that, yes I had and then he asked me if I would come and stand in front of him, which I did. He told me to lift my skirt, he wanted to see how much I had enjoyed myself and I felt my hands start to sweat. I did as I was told and exposed myself to him. I held my breath and waited anxiously for his next move.”

With her standing in front of me with her skirt raised to the waist, still with no panties on and so obviously willing to please me, I felt myself becoming erect. I was amazed at how quickly she had slipped into this submissive role and at how much she appeared to be enjoying it.

future.”

She watched me squeeze my cock into the metal cage and close the stainless steel ring around my balls. I installed the lock, but she clicked it shut herself, something that she rarely does. “Just wanted to make sure,” she said, giving me a little kiss as she tugged the lock. Then she was off to the shower, and I got dressed and went off to work.

Week 7: There soon developed a routine.

Over the next few weeks, life was pretty uneventful – for me, anyway. About two or three times a week my wife would get a nice massage or foot rub or back rub at bedtime, and would roll over to sleep, leaving me frustrated with desire. About once or twice during the week she would have me lick her or rub her, which left me even more frustrated. Sometimes she would awaken early and have me rub her, my fingers massaging her wet pussy, giving her a nice little orgasm. She would give a quick stroke to my cock, swollen and purple inside my cage. Then she’d go back to sleep for an hour while I got ready for work. Other times she would take a quick shower right before bed, my signal that I would be expected to eat her until she was ready to go to sleep. This could take five minutes, or almost an hour. Once she straddled my face, grinding her pussy onto my mouth so hard that I almost couldn’t breath. The whole time that I ate her, she squeezed my balls, already sore and swollen. She tried to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue, but the bars on the cage were too close together. These sessions always ended with her going to sleep, and me lying wide awake for another hour with an ache deep in my groin.

During the course of the week, I’d find myself hugging her, brushing up against her, fondling her, copping a quick feel – anything to arouse her enough to let me out. Ironically, I couldn’t get enough of feeling her, but the more I felt, the crazier it made me. My wife knew this, of course, and although the amount of sexual contact we had never increased, the amount of sexual tension certainly did. Wanting her was constantly on my mind. Sometimes she would take off her shirt in the night, and I would awake lying next to her smooth skin. It seemed like everything she did was meant to make me want her all the more.

Week 9: It didn’t take long before the arrangement started to seem normal.

After the first few weeks, I noticed that despite how it seemed, we really didn’t have any more or less sex than usual. Well, I certainly didn’t have any more, but without the luxury of taking matters into my own hands, so to speak, the week-long period seemed ten times as long. She, on the other hand, never seemed to want me enough to unlock me more than once a week or so. Of course, at first, she had me making her come a few times a week, so she was just fine with the arrangement. As the weeks went on, though, my enforced chastity seemed to lose the novelty. Not enough for her to unlock me and end the game, but enough so that she sometimes didn’t even want me to make her come all week. I gently suggested that she remove my cage so that we could take a break for a few weeks, but she told me that she’d then have to worry about me touching myself all the time, and besides, she liked for me to always a little on edge for her.

I noticed that the whenever I was re-locked after coming, I would be very excited for the first day. Then I would slowly settle down and spend the next few days perversely enjoying the sexual tension. If confined more than a week, though, I became too horny to enjoy it, and could only think about my next release. Unfortunately, this didn’t seem to matter to my wife. She put off my attentions by reminding me that the chastity cage was my idea in the first place, and that it wasn’t her fault if she ended up getting more benefit from it than I did. I tried to reason with her by suggesting that more frequent “time off” for me would be better for her, since I wouldn’t be so crazed with desire and would be able to last a lot longer for her. After a few weeks, though, she just shrugged and told me that she was able to “make do”, and that I should stop pestering her.

One week I wasn’t able to stay home on her day off. We were both disappointed, but she didn’t make a big deal of it. I, on the other hand, was frantic. That night in bed, she kissed me, and pushed my head down to her pussy. “Lick me,” she commanded, “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She crossed her legs over my shoulders and stretched back. I held her hips as I flicked my tongue lightly over her lips and clitoris. She lifted her hips a bit as she came, and I slowed my licking, so she could catch her breath.

“Mmm, are you ready to fuck me, now?” she asked breathily.

“Of course I am, I’ve been waiting all day for this, too, you know.” I rolled over to allow her to unlock me. “Where’s the key?”

“Oh no, you had your chance this morning,” she admonished, “You’ll just have to fuck me with the dildo and eat me at the same time. You know, the way I like it now.”

“But… but…” I stammered, “It wasn’t my fault about work!”

She shrugged and reached for dong in the dresser drawer. Acting as if she hadn’t heard me, she simply handed it to me and pushed my head toward her mound. “You’re supposed to be ready whenever I want some,” she explained, “that’s supposed to be one of the fringe benefits of our arrangement, isn’t it?”

I just moaned in frustration, and went back to licking her lightly.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll give you some later.”

“Oh? Later tonight?” I asked hopefully. By this time I was teasing her with the head of the dildo.

She stiffened, “Uh unh, not tonight,” she replied in a distracted voice, “I meant later, on my next day off.”

Only her legs around my shoulders kept me from jumping up. “What?! But that’s next week! That’s not fair!”

Seemingly taking no notice, she reached down to guide my head again to her mound. “I know, it’s not fair that I should have to wait to get your cock inside me, but I’ll have to make do.” she stiffened under my tongue, and I resumed fucking her with the dildo, Oooh, fuck me nice, like that…. Mmmmm.” She was obviously beyond understanding, so I ate her that way until she came a few more times. Pushing my head away, she settled back with a sigh. “Hurry, clean up and come hold me, I’m sleepy now.” Completely oblivious to my aching, swollen cock, she soon fell asleep in my arms. I, however, spent the night silently moaning in frustration.

The next morning, I again complained that it had been a week for me, and that it was unfair to make me wait until the next day off, especially when she had gotten some the night before. She countered with saying that it was unfair to her, as well, since she still enjoyed my nice cock, but being tired at night, it didn’t seem worth it to go through the trouble of unlocking me, moving into all those different positions, cleaning up afterward, and then locking me up again. In fact, she continued, since it was my fault that she had to do without, it was only fair that I had to do without. Besides, her next day off would be here before I knew it.

Week 11: This was a decidedly bad turn of events.

During the rest of the week, she made sure that I did something for her every single night. I was sure it was her way of reminding me that she had to do without, although I kept reminding her that she seemed to get a lot more pleasure out of “doing without” than I did. She kept reminding me that this whole arrangement was my idea to begin with, and the least I could do was to accept my birthday present with a smile. In the meantime, she would have to force herself to have weekly pedicures, back rubs, massages, and a few sessions taking pleasure from my tongue.

Finally, her day off came. I was almost frantic from more than two weeks without coming. We both jumped into the shower, and I gladly washed her back by soaping my hairy chest and rubbing against her back. She was soon ready to get out, but I told her that I needed to stay in a bit longer. I was afraid of coming too fast, and I needed some time to settle down. It was only then that I realized that she had not given me the key before my shower.

The shower helped to ease the soreness in my groin, and I walked to the bedroom. To my surprise, I saw her already in bed, eyes closed and smiling broadly. A glance further down told me she was fucking herself with the dildo. I watched her hand moving it in and out; it was as if she wasn’t even aware that I was staring at her. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the rubber dong, but kept staring as she slowly brought herself to orgasm. She opened her eyes, not surprised to see me there. I climbed into bed and held her. Sensing what I was about to ask, she put her finger over my lips. I rolled on top of her, kissing her hungrily, my hands touching, groping everywhere. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers and felt her slippery and warm. As usual, she pushed my head down to her mound. Handing me the dildo, she leaned back again to have me lick her expertly while I pressed the dildo inside of her. She was very excited, and began to moan loudly. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled hard, I had to pull back in order to catch my breath. Within moments she tightened her legs around me and squeezed. She came strongly, and almost immediately came again. I kept licking until I could feel her spasms subside. Almost a minute later she sank back into the mattress, seemingly spent.

“What the hell was that?” I asked her.

She just shook her head, ” Mmm, I don’t know, I was just feeling horny, I guess.” She reached down to feel me. I jumped. “I’ll bet I know what you want,” she murmured. “I hope that you’ve learned your lesson about being ready for me when I want you. I don’t want you to disappoint me like that again.”

I shook my head, but before I could mention that I was still locked up she pulled me on top of her. “Come on,” she said, “I’m really wet. Put it in me. I want to feel it.”

Remembering the last time we had done this, I started to pull back. “No,” I said, “I don’t want to come like that! I want a good one. Please, unlock me! Please?”

She just chuckled. “I just want to make sure that you learned your lesson. After all, it’s you’re your fault that I had to go without your nice cock last week. You didn’t think you’d get away without some punishment, did you?”

“But it’s not good this way,” I complained.

“It’s good for me,” she replied, and besides, it’s all you’re going to get this time. Now, do you want to come or don’t you?”

I did of course. I gently pushed myself into her, gasping as her warm pussy closed over the head of my cock that had swelled out of the cage. Now I really was frantic. I wanted to come so badly, since it had been over two weeks. But I wanted to make it last longer, since it would probably be another week before I’d get the chance. But no matter how long it lasted, I couldn’t have a real orgasm while still locked up. The cage kept me from the deep muscle spasms that make it so satisfying.

“What’s the matter,” asked my wife, “I thought you would be happy to come after waiting so long.” She paused, “but if you want, we could always wait until the next time…”

Groaning with frustration, I pushed as deeply into her as the cage allowed. I barely noticed her stiffening with her own orgasm as mine built so quickly. I moved back and forth a few times and felt a huge contraction start in the root of my cock. As I heard her come, my own spasms started and I suddenly felt my seed just trickling out. No wave of pleasure, no firm contraction from my groin, just a few small spurts and my come merely spilled out of me. I collapsed on top of her and literally sobbed in frustration.

“Didn’t last very long that time, did you?” she asked. She held me for a moment and said, “So, maybe I shouldn’t have let you come if you weren’t going to enjoy it. On the other hand, now you’ll remember how our arrangement works. Am I right?”

I nodded, too frustrated to argue. Feeling used, I allowed her to push my head down to her pussy so she could be satisfied.

“Remember,” she reminded me again, “you should always be ready to give me some when I want it.” Soon, she lay back in the bed, enjoying her orgasms, and ignoring me.

Week 14: I became somewhat resigned to our arrangement.

The rest of the week passed by without comment. She got her nightly back rub, and I was still horny most of the time, and it was well into our third month since my “birthday present”, or our “arrangement” as she sometimes called it. Since her day off came at different times in the week, I might go anywhere from five to nine days. Over a month ago she had stopped unlocking me for night sessions, saying that she preferred to have me inside her when she was awake and rested. Her next day off finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some good, long fucking. I was so excited that I figured I’d be able to come twice. She handed me the key and I hopped into the shower. She kissed me and told me not to take too long, as she was going to have a little surprise for me. The soap lather helped to ease the cage off, and I quickly finished shaving, dried off, and stepped back into the bedroom.

My wife was laying there in a black outfit, holding a pair of leather handcuffs. “Come on down,” she teased, ” I have a little surprise for you.”

Although she has talked about handcuffing me during lovemaking, she hasn’t actually done it since before we were married. I lied on the bed, and she climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. “You’ve been such a good boy that I thought that I’d give you a little treat.” She had me roll over and fastened the cuffs securely behind my back. Rolling me onto my back again, she took my cock into her mouth. “Mmm… big, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t answer, I was too busy enjoying myself. For over three months I had pleasured her in every way imaginable, and my reward was to be kept locked up. Now it looked as if I was going to get some attention for a change. She swung her legs around and settled onto me in a sixty-nine position. I hungrily lapped at her sweet, salty juices, relishing the feel of her soft thighs around my head. She ground her hips down onto my face, almost smothering me, as she came. “No, don’t stop,” she whispered, and pausing only to take a breath I went back to softly flicking my tongue over her swollen lips. This was one of those nine day periods, and she had rubbed it in by having me give her extended massages almost every night, and a few nights she made me follow up by licking her to a nice, slow orgasm. Not surprisingly, I was ready to come almost immediately. Her own tongue was licking the head of my cock, and I fought hard to keep myself under control. I concentrated on making her come before I could, since without the use of my hands, I was unable to push her away.

She was making herself excited by sucking hard on my cock, drawing all the blood to the already swollen head. My cock soon felt as hard as a steel rod. Thankfully, she paused to let out a moan. Her head dropped to rest on my leg, but her hand tightened around my sore balls as she came loudly. I stopped licking directly on her lips, and kissed and caressed her upper thighs with my own lips and tongue. She lay there for a few moments before getting up.

“Very nice,” she complimented me, “we never do it that way anymore.”

She swung her leg over my hips and teased my cock with her pussy. I was already gasping from holding back my own climax, and didn’t know if I wanted to push it in or wait. Sensing my distress she smiled “Poor honey. You want to come so bad, don’t you?”

Eyes closed in concentration, I could only nod.

“You’re trying so hard to hold back, maybe I shouldn’t let you come at all. Is that what you want?”

My eyes snapped open. “No! No, I want to come, really,” I managed to croak out, ” I just want it to last a little longer. It’s been so long, and I want it to feel good.”

“Hmm, so it doesn’t feel good other times?” she asked in mock hurt.

“No. Yes. Um, it always feels good… Oooooohhhhhhh…” I moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto my hot shaft.

“Isn’t this good?” she asked again, rocking on my hips. She reached back to squeeze my balls. “Mmm, got something in here for me?”

I could only moan. “Please, please, no, yes, oh please…” I lost all sense as a huge, unstoppable climax began to build. I could feel the pressure in my balls, in my cock, and deep inside my groin. I opened my eyes briefly to look longingly at her, and heard myself moaning. Suddenly what seemed like a gallon of hot come pulsed deep into her pussy as my hips pushed up off of the bed. Finally I collapsed, my cock now spent inside her, the pressure in my balls released. I opened my eyes again. “That was incredible,” I told her, “I think my throat is dry from moaning so much.”

Still smiling down at me, she said, “I didn’t give you permission to come. You’re so selfish, you couldn’t at least wait until I was satisfied? After all, I had to wait more than a week for this, you know.” Using her fingers to hold her swollen pussy lips together, she slowly raised herself off my now-soft cock, and moved up to position herself over my mouth. “I think that you need to eat me until I’ve had enough,” she said, holding her dripping pussy over my mouth, “besides, weren’t you just saying that you had a dry throat? I’ll bet that there’s a real lot of juice for you in here.”

I don’t remember when it happened, but for some weeks now, she had decided that any time that I came in her, that I was to suck out the juices and to clean her with my tongue. She claimed that I was much better than using a towel, and the best part was that she didn’t have to get out of bed. Admittedly, I did get some small pleasure from making her come that way. Unfortunately, she sometimes didn’t care about coming, and merely used me, which made me feel a little humiliated. It was useless to resist with my hands still handcuffed, so I reluctantly opened my mouth and licked her. I almost gagged on the amount of hot, salty come that dripped from her pussy, but didn’t dare stop sucking on her until she had came, shuddering.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to relax,” she said. She pushed me off the bed, told me to kneel at the edge. She then lay back on some pillows and placed her legs over my shoulders, pulling my head into her still-dripping mound. “Mmm, too bad your hands are still tied, or else you could be fucking me, too.” I just mumbled in agreement and slowly pleasured her with my mouth and tongue. In no time she came again, and I rested my head on her thigh.

“If you undo these cuffs, I could rub you, or use the dildo on you, or even give you a little massage,” I suggested.

This sounded like a good idea to her, so a few moments later she was stretched out on the bed and I was kissing her deeply, my hand slowly pumping the familiar red dong. I climbed on top of her to give her some body contact, and found myself getting hard again listening to her moans of pleasure. I teased her with the dildo, keeping her right on the edge of coming, and when I could feel myself harden all the way, I slipped between her legs to give her some of the real thing. She responded by arching her hips to meet mine. I angled my hips to push at her pubic bone and she grabbed my hips. She was going to have a nice one, I thought, so I pumped her deeply, making sure that she felt the full length of my shaft inside her. Her hips stiffened and I felt her bite my shoulder hard. I continued my pace, and she came twice more before finally settling down to the bed. I kissed her lightly until she caught her breath.

I motioned her to roll over on her stomach, and entered her from behind.

“Ooh, you never do me this way anymore,” she murmured.

“When do I have the chance?” I asked her, pushing my hips deeply. Her pussy was still hot, and soon I felt another orgasm building. I pulled her back onto her side, and entered her roughly. She closed her eyes and gripped my hand tightly. I let her come once, and then I increased my own tempo. The feel of my balls dragging on her warm thighs, and her soft ass pressing into my groin was enough to again send me over the edge. Although not as intense as the first one, I came hard, letting out a short yell. I collapsed on top of her, my legs still shaking.

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