Tuesday 26 April 2011

Perhaps a Bit of a Recap is in Order...

I have so many new visitors to my blog in the last 24 hours, thanks to Tom and Dev at Keyheld, I thought it might be an idea to have a bit of a recap as to how I got into this position…

Mistress R and I met in the early 90’s when we were both in our early twenties. We were pretty much inseparable from the start and married quite quickly. After several years I somehow managed to pluck up the courage to suggest Femdom, I don’t really remember too much about the conversation other than it was a bit uncomfortable… I do remember that Mistress thought that meant I wanted her to sleep with other men (an easy misconception I suppose). Thankfully we cleared all that up and slowly embarked on a very gentle Femdom course.

For reasons I won’t go into here we stopped after a while and then started up again around the turn of the century. This time we went much further, with a strap-on, butt plugs, etc. This continued for the next ten years give or take, getting better all the time, but still remaining firmly a once a month treat. I would quite happily have made it a larger part of our sex life but Mistress was adamant that it should remain as it was as she didn’t want our sexlife to become only Femdom. Fair enough, I knew a lot of men would kill for one hour of Femdom a month, so I counted myself very lucky.

I have been writing stories for Literotica for several years now and have been reading stories from that site for even longer. One story which I have always enjoyed and returned to time and again is ‘Terri’s Teasing Torment’s’. It’s quite a tame story really, but I think it’s the perfect introduction to chastity play.

Anyway, over the last year or so, I gradually became more and more intrigued by the idea of male chastity. I discovered Sarah Jameson’s excellent blog (www.malechastityblog.com) and read and absorbed the whole thing. I also bought a CB-3000, as the idea of being locked fascinated me. However I found it very unsuitable and not at all user-friendly, mainly because I couldn’t get it on and when I did (sort of) it stuck out a mile and I couldn’t possibly have worn it under clothes.

Despite this disappointment, the idea of male chastity and the idea of becoming more controlled by my beautiful wife / Mistress  appealed greatly to me (one thing which appealed to me was simply the removal of performance anxiety which I have suffered with a fair amount) and one day I tried to get my wife interested in the idea. To say she was not keen would be an understatement, of epic proportions. In fact she was quite upset about the whole thing and seeing her reaction I did the only thing I thought I could do, I dropped it and tried to forget about it.

About a fortnight afterwards my wife brought the subject up again, which massively surprised me, I don’t know why she did that, perhaps she could tell that it was still on my mind and she thought if she didn’t resolve the issue one way or another then it would fester inside me and make me resent her.
Regardless we talked it over and I tried to convince her of all the positives it would bring to the relationship. I must have been at least partly successful as she agreed to impose a chastity period leading up to our monthly Femdom sessions. In truth this wasn’t too difficult as we already left 3-4 days before the sessions to make sure that I was feeling somewhat horny before we started. Over the course of three or four months she extended the period from four days to twelve, and once she realised that it wasn’t actually that big an issue and that I wasn’t a gibbering wreck she became a little more comfortable with the idea. Of course during this time I was more than happy to provide her with as much oral servitude as she could wish for and once or twice we had penetrative sex without me cumming.

In truth for those first few months I wasn’t getting exactly what I wanted, as the teasing was nowhere near as intense as I would have liked it, but I was determined to stick it out. That’s the thing with male-chastity, you’ve got to be prepared to play the long game. I doubt many women are going to get it exactly how you want it straight away and though it may be frustrating (and not in a fun way) you must allow it to move at her pace or you risk blowing the whole thing.

Finally last month after our Femdom session, Mistress R agreed to put me back on ‘stop’ and I spent my first month under her control. I was allowed to cum once about four days later and then was kept waiting for a further twelve days before I was allowed to cum again. After that I had to wait for our next Femdom session to cum again, which was also the first time I was allowed inside her since before the previous Femdom session.

I was delighted when Mistress R agreed to continue the game following our latest Femdom session and am now once again under her control, with no idea when I will be allowed to cum again. This is still a work in progress, as I would like my orgasms to become less frequent and I am also trying to convince Mistress R that she does not have to allow me to cum during our Femdom sessions. That said, I have given Mistress R total control of my cock and orgasms and therefore it is up to her when I am allowed to cum, and as such if she wants me to cum every night then that is what will happen (who knows, maybe she will decide to do that at some point just to underline that it is she who decides and not I).

We are still refining the process and this last week we discussed certain points that have come up over the past month and it has been decided that I am now not allowed to ask for anything from my Mistress. She controls my cock and she decides when it is touched, when it is allowed to cum and when it is allowed inside her gorgeous pussy. I am totally happy with this. I am allowed to offer her oral service and foot worship, and if I feel that I am getting too horny and that I am going to disobey her and touch my cock without permission  then I am permitted to ask her permission to do so. This hasn’t occurred as yet, but she has made it clear to me that in this situation she may allow me to touch it myself, she may allow me to touch it under her supervision, she may touch it herself, or she may simply refuse permission altogether.

As I say, this is still a developing situation, but so far it seems to be going very well for both of us. I can certainly say that my cock is much harder and reliable than it was before and Mistress seems to have become more comfortable with the whole thing and perhaps because of her natural character is quite enjoying being in control and deciding when she wants my cock inside her and when she wants to see me cum.

I must admit the thought of being properly locked still appeals enormously to me, there’s something about the thought of Mistress having my key around her neck that turns me to jelly, but for the moment I am more than happy to enjoy my current situation without worrying about that too much. As it is I have no real problem with fighting off the desire to make myself cum (although I have only gone a maximum of nineteen days), but trying not to touch my cock when it is rock hard and aching for attention is proving somewhat more of a challenge. However, I am endeavouring to apply myself to the task and have managed a guilt free sixty hours since my last permitted orgasm so far. Perhaps Mistress R’s instruction that I must write down any infractions has focussed my mind sufficiently to make it to the next session without a blemish on my report card… only time will tell, and there’s always a danger that Mistress will deliberately ignore me nearer the time and make it impossible for me to resist just so she can paddle my backside once again.

I am certainly looking forward to my next teasing session, whenever that may be, especially since Mistress has  recently realised that I can take quite a lot of hard stroking without losing control. But then again, maybe Mistress will only decide to use the gentlest of touches to tease me, perhaps to force me to beg her to stroke me harder (I am allowed to ask, once the teasing begins, but with no guarantees…), I can only wait patiently and hope.

You know, I still love the Femdom sessions and I especially love the way it brings out Mistress R’s confidence and sexual exuberance, but being under her control 24/7 (even without a chastity device) really is absolutely amazing. I’m sure it’s not for everyone, but for me it’s absolute Heaven.

Sunday 24 April 2011

FEMDOM SESSION 24th April 2011

Mistress R and I decided to have our monthly femdom session very early this morning, and it was truly amazing. I was finally allowed inside her beautiful pussy and it felt fucking mindblowing after a whole month without! I don’t know whether it was because of the past month (her first being fully in control), but Mistress was so into it and she really made it one to remember. At one point she was alternating between riding my cock hard, sitting on my face and some very rough stroking (nails too) all while I had a dildo pushed in my ass… how the hell I managed not to cum I will never know! And when she did finally allow me to cum (after she had cum of course), she made me clean up every last drop of it, which seemed a hell of a lot, even for eleven days.

More importantly, I am finally satisfied that Mistress is comfortable in her new role, and happy to continue the chastity game. I cannot tell you how pleased I am about that! During the session I also confessed to Mistress that I had touched my cock quite a few times during the month when I wasn’t supposed to, which earned me a whipping (not too bad), and a few strokes of the paddle (ouch!). Now I have been told that if I feel the need to touch my cock I must ask permission (maximum of three times between orgasms), albeit permission is not guaranteed and there may be conditions attached. Also if I do touch my cock without permission I must make notes of when and how many times so that I may be punished for my mistakes accordingly. We also straightened out some other points which mean that I am not allowed to beg to be allowed to cum, or to be allowed inside her. I just have to wait until she decides.

Well needless to say, I’m back in chastity again now and with no idea when I will be allowed to cum again. I hope it’s a really long wait this time…

Friday 22 April 2011

The Next Step (written April 2011)



Matt sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the steel tube which encased his cock. He'd waited so long for this moment, but still he was tremendously nervous. As he looked down he caught sight of his face, reflected in the highly polished surface of the chastity device. Could he really go through with this? He steeled himself and pushed the small padlock through the locking holes and snapped it shut. His breathing was heavy as he dressed quickly, determined to get this part over with quickly before he backed out of it once again.

He walked down the stairs, the two small keys pressed firmly into his palm. About half way down the stairs he panicked. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What would she think? He paused on the stairs, his mind in turmoil as he debated whether to retreat back upstairs, but now it was too late, she was calling him.

"Matt!"

He froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing the keys tighter and tighter until they left an imprint in his palm.

"Matt!"

Matt slowly took the last few steps to the bottom of the stairs to see his gorgeous wife Suzanne standing there holding out a jar.

"Can you open this for me please?" 

Matt looked at her stupidly. They had been married for six years now, but he still found her absolutely stunning and couldn‘t believe he had been so lucky as to marry a woman like her.

"Oh, yes, of course."

He reached out to take the jar and then realised that he was still holding the keys to his chastity device. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and opened the jar with relative ease. Suzanne kissed him on the cheek and took the jar back before returning to the kitchen. 

Matt watched her walk through the kitchen door and stood in the middle of the lounge feeling slightly foolish. He noticed he was trembling slightly, but worked up the courage to follow her into the kitchen.

He surveyed the worksurfaces and quickly realised that she was in the middle of cooking something.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"Well yes, a little," she said.

"Oh, okay...it doesn't matter."

He turned to leave, but Suzanne sensed something was up and called him back.

"I know that look," she said mischievously. "What have you done?"

Matt couldn't help but smile to himself, he was prone to nervous laughter at the best of times.

"Umm, can I talk to you for a moment, in here?"

"Sure," she said, looking a little apprehensive as she followed him into the lounge.

"Sit down... please," said Matt.

Suzanne sat on the sofa and Matt sat down next to her.

"I....I have something to give you."

He fished in his pocket and retrieved the small key ring and two keys, he held them out to his wife saying "I….I would like you to have these."

Suzanne looked at the two small keys hanging from her husband's fingers. She instantly knew what they were for, but she was still more than a little surprised. She continued to stare at them as Matt twitched nervously next to her.

"Are they what I think they are?" she asked softly.

"Y...yes," he stammered.

She looked at him, a mixture of emotions bubbling over inside. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He paused for a moment, concentrating his thoughts.

"Yes... I'm sure."

The silence hung heavily in the air as they looked at each other, Suzanne still not making any move for the keys.

"And you understand what this means?"

"Yes..."

Suzanne arched an eyebrow slightly and Matt hastily corrected himself.

"Yes, Mistress."

Suzanne reached out and held her upturned palm under the keys. Matt let go and the two keys clinked together as they fell into her hand.

"Thank you," she said and leaned over to kiss him.

As they broke they kiss, Suzanne said two words; "Show me."

Matt understood immediately and stood up. He undid his button and pushed his trousers and boxers down in one movement, revealing the highly polished metal chastity device that encased his cock. Suzanne gasped as she saw the curved tube for the first time. She had only seen plastic chastity devices before, cheap-looking horrible things, but this was quite different. She reached out and traced her finger along the length of the tube and then moved down to softly massage Matt's balls, causing his cock to swell inside the tube.

"Mmmmm," purred Suzanne. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes... I've worn it on and off for a month... I wanted to make sure that it was okay before 
I gave you the keys."

"I see... what's the longest you've had it on?"

“About three days."

"And it was okay?"

"It chaffed a little, but a little cream sorted it."

Suzanne smiled and bent her head closer to her husband's groin. He felt her breath on his balls and then her tongue flicking against them, coating them with her saliva. Matt's cock was quickly as hard as it could get inside the tight tube and he was soon groaning as she sucked his balls into her mouth, knowing full well what she was doing to him.

Matt looked down and saw that Suzanne had hitched up her thin red summer dress and was rubbing her pussy as she tormented him. The sight of his beautiful wife giving herself pleasure at the very moment that he had surrendered his own to her was almost too much for him. Abruptly Suzanne let go of him and leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and exposing her soaking wet knickers to him. Matt was on his knees in seconds, while Suzanne lay back further and lifted herself up so that he could peel away the wet cotton.

Matt tossed the damp panties to one side and then moved closer, drinking in the sight of his wife’s delicious pussy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her luscious scent and then bent closer, gently kissing the small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her slit.

Then, overcome with need he buried his face in her delicious pussy, expertly teasing her lips with his own, pulling on them gently while pressing his hand down softly on her mound. Suzanne was soon grinding her aching cunt against him, moving herself so that her clit was in line with her husband's mouth. Matt took the hint and gently started to use his tongue to stimulate the hood of her sensitive bud and then, almost before he had started, Suzanne's body spasmed wildly, taking him completely by surprise as she shuddered through a massive orgasm. Matt kept licking her, savouring every drop of her beautiful juice until Suzanne pushed his head away and begged him to stop. Matt looked up in total shock, he had never seen his wife cum so fast in his life! 

"Wow," breathed Suzanne, smiling down at him. "That was… amazing!"

Matt didn't know what to say, his eyes were irresistibly drawn back between her beautiful smooth legs to her gorgeous, wet, pussy and he couldn't resist leaning forward and gently mopping up her juices with his tongue, carefully avoiding her over-sensitive clit. Matt adored the taste of his wife's pussy and Suzanne was used to having him clean up her juices, his too for that matter… although given this latest turn of events it occurred to her that he might not be doing that again for a little while... 

After a short while Suzanne recovered and sat up, while Matt remained kneeling in front of her. She bent down and pushed the key into the small padlock and turned it until she heard a small click. Suzanne twisted the padlock open and slowly slid the curved metal bar out of the rings in the top of the chastity device. She sat up and put the padlock to one side and then bent down to remove the metal tube from Matt’s cock. The tube slid off fairly easily and within seconds Matt’s cock was pointing upwards and rock hard.

“Now,” said Suzanne. “Do you remember what I said to you when you asked me if I would be your keyholder?”

“Yes Mistress, you said that if I really wanted to wear a chastity device…that I would have to follow your rules to the letter.”

“And what were those rules slave?”

“I must give you total control of my cock… I must give you all the keys to the padlock… I must accept that you will only unlock me when you wish to play with my cock… I must accept that being unlocked does not necessarily mean that I will get to cum or even that you will touch me…”

“Go on.”

“I must always be ready to pleasure you Mistress….”

“And?”

“If I am allowed to cum… I must lick it up from wherever it lands, Mistress.”

“Very good slave, although I think you have forgotten one...”

Matt looked quizickally at his wife and Mistress.

“You must accept that there may be long periods when you are not allowed to cum, and you must NEVER cum without permission.”

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“And you accept all these rules slave?”


"Yes Mistress."

“Good. Well it looks like it needs some attention, so why don’t you stroke it for me?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress…”

Matt reached down and curled his hand around his rock hard length, he slowly began to jerk his meat as his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the wet slippery flesh between his Mistress’s thighs. Suzanne leaned back and opened her legs to give him a better view of the beautiful slit he craved so much, her fingers sliding either side and squeezing her pink lips together before peeling them apart to show him just what he was giving up for her.

“Oh slave, what have you done… once you’re locked up only I will get to decide when your cock is released and only I will decide if it is to be allowed inside my beautiful pussy… and that might not be very often at all. Can you live with that slave, or would you rather just throw in the towel now and go back to a normal life.”


Matt looked at her, the tiniest hint of doubt lingering in his eyes.

“I only want what you want Mistress.”

Suzanne smiled as she watched his hand pumping his cock a little harder now.

“Don’t you cum without permission,” she warned.

“No Mistress,” replied Matt breathlessly as he stared longingly at Suzanne’s dripping wet cunt.

“If you cum without my permission your first stint in the tube will be one you’ll never forget!”

Suzanne lifted up her foot and pressed the instep against Matt’s balls.

“These are mine too,” she said sharply, before softly kicking his balls.

“Yes Mistress,” agreed Matt as his cock grew harder still.

“Right, I want to see you edge.”

Matt looked up into her eyes and breathed heavily as his hand moved faster on his cock.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission,” she reminded him tersely.

Matt pumped his cock hard until he felt the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm.

“I’m there Mistress,” he gasped, loosening his grip on his straining cock.

Suzanne bent down and batted his hands away, before very softly stroking his throbbing, aching, desperate cock a few times, only stopping when she saw a clear drop of fluid appear at the tip of his cock. Suzanne dragged her finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the drop of pre-cum carefully and then watching intently as he obediently licked her finger clean.

“You’re going to be tasting that a lot,” she smirked. “A lot more than you’re going to be tasting your cum, that’s for sure.”

Matt gasped as his cock throbbed madly, threatening to erupt even without the benefit of direct stimulation. Suzanne looked down at his stalk pulsing madly and closed her legs.

“I think that’s enough for today, in future I will want at least two or three edges, but I think you are a little too excited today, and I don’t want any accidents.”

“No Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

Suzanne leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead pressed her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn’t you just love to grab it, pump it and spray your cum all over my beautiful feet slave?”

“Oh God yes Mistress…”

“Even though you know that you would have to lick up and swallow every single drop of your cum?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

Suzanne chuckled to herself softly.

“No slave, not today…not today."

Tuesday 5 April 2011

All of my Literotica Femdom & Chastity stories now posted.

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Everything Has a Price - CH01 (written in January 2011)



I stood naked in front of my Mistress, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked to the waist. I was desperate for her to touch my aching cock but as she looked up at me with her PVC skirt hitched up around her waist, she was too busy rubbing her wet slit to pay me any serious attention. As I looked down at her gorgeous pussy, framed by the tops of her fishnet stockings, I was desperately fighting the urge to grab my cock and spray my cum all over her... but that would never do. I had led her into this denial fantasy of mine and she had given me every opportunity to back out, now I was reaping the consequences (and loving every minute of it).


"I love seeing you like this," she gasped, her eyes like slits as she looked up at me. "Desperate for me, desperate to cum... knowing that only I can allow it."

As she taunted me with her well chosen words I thought to myself how glad I was that I had told her of my desire to be teased and denied, and how much I loved her for trusting me and giving me what I had asked for.

Slowly she reached out a single pussy-juice soaked finger and traced it along the underside of my aching shaft. I moaned softly. She loves it when she makes me moan like that and a smile played across her lips for a moment. She reached out further and closed her palm around my swollen balls squeezing them firmly.

"Do you swear you haven't cum in the last two weeks... like you promised?"

"Yes Mistress, " I replied, proudly.

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress, I promise."

"And you haven't given in to temptation and rubbed your cock at any time in the last two weeks either?"

"No Mistress..."

She must have picked up on something in my voice because it was almost as if she knew I wasn't being completely truthful.

"Are you sure slave, because I know how hard that is for you?" She said, pressing the point.

"I....."

"Yes slave, do you have something to confess?"

"...yes Mistress."

I looked at the floor, disappointed in myself as much as anything.

"Well...?"

"I did touch it Mistress, I'm sorry."

"Tsk, tsk," she mocked. "And yet not ten seconds ago you told me you hadn't... that's a serious mistake slave. Touching when you're not supposed to is one thing, but lying about it...."

"I'm sorry Mistress, it's just.... It was only a few seconds, it wasn't like I stroked it or anything, it was just a little touch."

She leaned forward and studied my twitching cock, her finger teasing the sensitive spot under the head.

"Poor slave, did it get too much for you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You just couldn't take it and you just had to touch it?"

"Yes Mistress, I was so hard after I went down on you and made you cum and...."

Mistress looked up at me with an evil glint in her eye and I stopped trying to justify my mistake.

"Show me what you did," she ordered. "Show me exactly what you did. I want to see how my slave touches MY cock when he's not supposed to."

I reached down and curled my fingers around my throbbing cock and squeezed it for a second or two and then let go.

"And that's 'all' you did?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yes Mistress," I replied solemnly.

"Well, slave... I suppose that's not too bad, given the circumstances... but you still shouldn't have done it, and you definitely should have told me straight away. I may punish you for that later."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"But for now, the thing I'm most concerned about is that you haven't cum at any point in the last fortnight, is that correct slave? Think very carefully before you answer."

"Yes Mistress.

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"100% sure?"


"Yes Mistress."
"You can understand my scepticism..."

"Yes Mistress."

She put her head on one side as if weighing up whether to believe me or not.

"And I suppose if that's really all you did, you probably couldn't have made yourself cum like that anyway, could you slave?"

"No Mistress." 

"Hmm...okay slave, I think I believe you."

"Thank you Mistress."

She leaned further forward and planted a small kiss on the head of my cock, causing it to twitch and strain. 

"Tell me slave, is it harder for you to resist touching your cock...or to resist the need to cum?"

"Touching Mistress, definitely."

"Really slave, that's very interesting.... Tell me more."

"I....I like not being allowed to cum Mistress, I like you to control my cock, but when I'm hard it's so difficult not to touch it. It's hard to explain..."

She closed her fingers delicately around my cock and softly stroked them back and forth.

"So you need to feel that even more than to feel your cum shooting out of your throbbing cock?"

"Y, yes Mistress..."

"Hmm, so how long do you think it would take before the need to cum became so intense that it was even stronger than your need to be touched?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"Maybe we should try and find out?"

"If it pleases you Mistress."

"Hmm, maybe we will...eventually. After all, two weeks isn't all that long, is it slave?"

"I suppose not Mistress..."

She released my cock and leant back again, displaying her soaking wet cunt between her open legs.

"So let's assume you're telling the truth and you really have got two weeks of cum stored up for me...do you think I should let you cum today?"

An obvious trick question, I wasn't going to fall for that, distracted as I was by her gorgeous pussy.

"If it pleases you Mistress."

She smiled again and slid her finger back up my cock and circled it around the tip.

"Well slave, that depends on you."

She leaned forward and flicked the head of my throbbing meat with her tongue. It jumped at her touch and I let out a small gasp.

"A little while back, you let slip another one of your fantasies... and today I'm thinking about making that come true. Does the thought of that excite you slave?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

My mind raced, I had told her so many of my fantasies it could be anything from worshipping her ass while she used her glass dildo to get herself off, to cleaning her delicious pussy juice off another man's cock. But surely she wouldn't make me do something like that without warning, would she? 

"Don't thank me yet slave... you haven't heard all the details."

Now I was getting really nervous.

She dragged her long nails along the tight skin of my cock, pulling it back as she went and causing it to curve upwards. She licked gently along the underside, down to my balls. She kissed, then sucked on them for a few seconds before moving back up my cock and taking the head into her hot, wet mouth. She held it there for just a few seconds and then leaned back again, watching as my cock throbbed in anticipation.

"Do you want to hear the details slave?"

"Yes please Mistress."

"Even though you might not like them?"

"Yes... please Mistress." 

I knew deep down that I would do whatever it was that she wanted me to do, however difficult I might find it initially.

"Even though you might not think what I propose to be fair?"

"Yes Mistress...please."

I could feel that I was trembling slightly and wondered if she had noticed how much she was turning me on with this line of questioning. Truth be told I couldn't care less if what she proposed was fair. In fact I hoped it was thoroughly unfair. I wanted nothing more than for her to completely abuse the power I had willingly given her and for her to use me and torment me in whatever way she pleased.

"Very well then. You remember you wrote me a story a few weeks ago, where you described being made to lick your cum off of my gorgeous breasts?"

She was playing with her pussy again as she talked.

"Yes Mistress."

"I know that was your way of letting me know that that was something you really wanted to do, wasn't it?"

"Umm, Yes Mistress..." I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Strangely, even though Mistress had seen me eat my cum off of her feet, her fingers and out of her pussy, being confronted with one of my own fantasies always made me a little uncomfortable. It wasn't the act itself, that was the easy part. She could have asked me to do something much, much worse and I would comply without a second of hesitation, but asking for what I truly wanted was always a difficulty for me and one which led to my need to write. It provided an easy outlet for my fantasies and an easy way for her to get inside my head. 

"You're trembling slave," she noted.

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress watched me tremble, enjoying the rush of power and control. She reached forward again and massaged my balls.

"Mmm, they really are full aren't they?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Imagine if they were twice as full, I wonder how you'd be feeling then...I wonder what you'd do to be allowed to cum then slave?"

"I don't know Mistress...almost anything," I breathed.

I noticed her jaw tremble slightly when I said that, but before I could think about it too much she repeated the words I had just spoken to herself.

"Almost anything."

She quickly regained her composure and addressed me once more.

"So... slave, given that you wrote that story for me, I assume you would be more than willing to lick your cum off my gorgeous breasts... IF I allowed you to cum today."

"Yes Mis....if it pleased you Mistress."

She reached up and oh-so-gently started to stroke my cock again. Causing me to shake even more visibly than before.

"Good slave, but then I wouldn't expect anything less from you.... I mean, we've long since established that you are quite happy to clean up your cum for me at any time, haven't we?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You're a proper little cum-slut aren't you slave?"

"For you, yes Mistress."

"You'd eat it up every time if I ordered you to wouldn't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Really slave, would you do that for me? Every time you came?"

"Yes Mistress."

"No exceptions?"

"No Mistress."

She smiled again and watched my cock slide through her fingers.

"But if you weren't allowed to cum...then we'd have to find you some other cum to swallow wouldn't we slave?"

"If...if it pleased you, Mistress," I said nervously.

She smiled again, a worryingly wicked smile that at once made me tense with nerves but also made my cock feel harder than ever.

"Oh slave, your cock likes the thought of that....I know deep down the thought of cleaning another man's cum out of your Mistress's well fucked pussy turns you on, even if you don't always want to admit it to yourself."

She paused for effect and then continued...

"But perhaps it would please me more to see you servicing a nice big cock with your mouth?"

She paused again and then added...

"You'd do that for me if I wanted you to, wouldn't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress," I managed to drag from my dry throat.

"Because my pleasure is everything to you, isn't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress. Everything."

She stroked a little bit harder and faster.

"Good slave, of course I might never make you do those things, but it's nice to know that you'd be willing to please me if I wanted you to...."

"Yes Mistress."

Hmm, you must want to cum pretty badly now slave?"

"Yes Mistress... If it please you Mistress."

Her hand suddenly stopped moving, but she kept a firm grip on my cock, her nails digging in slightly.

"And what if it doesn't please me slave, what if I wanted to make you wait a little longer... or maybe a lot longer?"

"I'll wait as long as you want me to Mistress..." I gasped.

Her hand slowly started to stroke again.

"I liked that answer slave....'as long as I want you to...'."

"Thank you Mistress..."

"You're doing very well today slave, all the right answers..."

"Thank you Mistress."

"I just hope you can back them up when the time comes..."

"I will Mistress, I swear to you."

She moved closer so that my cock was just a few inches away from her beautiful soft breasts and looked up into my eyes.

"Have you dreamt about seeing your cum spurting all over my gorgeous tits slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"But did you ever dream you'd have so much cum in your balls when you finally got to do it?"

"No Mistress."

I looked at her beautiful tits just inches from my cock and wondered just how they would look if I emptied my aching balls onto them right now. 

"It must be a little bit daunting slave, knowing that every last drop of that huge load you're carrying is going to end up on your tongue... perhaps that's enough to put you off the idea just a little bit, maybe?" 

"No Mistress," I stated firmly.

"No slave? You really want it that much?"

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled again and took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue licking the head until I was squeezing my fists to fight off the urge to blow it into her mouth. She pulled away and looked up at me again.

"You know there'll be a price to pay for something you obviously want so badly, don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You don't even care what it is do you?"

"No, Mistress..." I could barely think straight at this point and in all honesty I would have agreed to pretty much anything she could have asked of me.

She stroked a little harder.

"Just picture it in your mind slave, all that stored up cum, pulsing out of your throbbing cock and splashing all over my gorgeous tits... can you picture that slave? Can you picture how beautiful they will look dripping with your heavy two-week load... can you?"

I was really struggling now.

"Yes Mistress."

I certainly could picture it, and not for the first time either.

"You want to see that don't you slave? And more than that you want to taste it as your Mistress orders you to use your tongue to clean the hot, sticky spunk off them. Isn't that right slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

She was still stroking and I was shaking now. She pumped my cock harder until I was starting to reach the point of no return.

"You can have your fantasy slave, all you have to do is agree to my terms."

"Yes, Mistress, " I croaked.

Sensing that I was almost ready to blow my load, she suddenly let go of my cock and we both watched it twitching in the air for a few seconds before she continued. She looked relaxed but I was more than aware of how close she had taken me, and could scarcely believe that I had managed to hold it back.

She fixed me with a firm gaze and continued...

"First, as we have already discussed, you will lick every drop of your cum off of me. And when I say every drop I mean EVERY. SINGLE. DROP of that two week load. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm not going to let you get away with half the job slave, can you handle swallowing that much cum?"

"I think so Mistress."

"You think so slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"So you're not going to try and get out of it when you've had enough?"

"No Mistress."

Satisfied so far, she took my cock in her hand once more and started gently stroking it once more. The pause had allowed me to relax a little but it wasn't long before I was feeling my balls begin to tighten once again. Sensing I was getting close she quickly unveiled the next part of her plan.

"Secondly... you must agree to a longer period of chastity....which will begin as soon as you've licked up your cum."

"Whatever pleases you Mistress, " I gasped.

She slowed her stroking down to almost nothing, making me wait to find out just how much this fantasy was going to cost me.

"Three weeks, slave... Three long weeks without release for you poor throbbing cock."

I let out a load groan, and she let go of my twitching meat.

"What's the matter slave, too much for you?"

"No Mistress," I begged, a little too urgently than was perhaps prudent.

She looked at me with an amused smile.

"You didn't even have to think about that did you slave... perhaps you're right, maybe four weeks would be better. Just to be on the safe side. I don't want you thinking I'm letting you off easy, especially after you lied to me earlier."

"Whatever pleases you Mistress," I moaned desperately as she curled her fingers around my cock once more and began a firm, rhythmic stroke.

"Don't worry slave, I'll still stroke it for you... but you won't, will you?"

"No Mistress, please... just let me cum."

She ignored my plea and continued.

"If you're a very good slave and make me cum as well as I know you can, I'll probably even suck it for you and maybe even let your poor desperate cock inside me...but you still won't be allowed to cum. Do you understand slave."

"Yes Mistress..."

"I know that'll be hard for you slave, being inside me, feeling my soft velvety pussy squeezing your poor, aching cock... but I know you love it too, don't you slave, being inside your Mistress, but not being allowed to shoot your cum inside her?"

"God yes... Mistress."

She let out a small laugh at my reaction.

"Even though you could if you really wanted to... but you would never disobey me like that would you slave?"

"No Mistress." 

"And you promise to keep your hands off this time, no matter what?"

"Yes Mistress. I promise."

"Because if you can't then I might have to consider investing in something to make sure you can't touch it, and you don't really want me to do that do you?"

"I don't know Mistress," I answered, my head swimming. 

"Ah, I know you love the fantasy of me having the key to your cock around my neck, but I think it would be too easy for you. This way you have to be strong for me, don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"So you agree to my terms?" 

"Yes Mistress."

"You're sure?" She asked, once again giving me every chance to back out.

"Yes Mistress."

"I won't ask you again, you know that don't you?"

"Yes Mistress." 

It was becoming almost impossible to maintain control now.

"And you know I won't let you cum earlier, no matter how well you behave?"

"Yes Mistress."

She slowed down her strokes once more until her hand was barely moving, keeping me right on the edge of orgasm, but crucially not allowing me that final step to release.

"And of course, thirdly, you will attend to me whenever I request it, and I will be requesting it a LOT. You know how hot it makes me when I keep you in denial, and having you waiting so long is going to make me super-horny...so no matter where we are or what you are doing, when I call for attention, you'll be ready won't you..."

The thought of being denied and used as Mistress's pleasure slave for four long weeks sounded like heaven on earth to me, and my face must have shown as much as she continued... 

"...I'm sure I don't even need to ask you if you agree to that do I slave, seeing as that's pretty much all you ever think about?"

"No Mistress," my voice was barely a groan as I struggled to keep from coming before I was allowed to.

She was starting to sound a little different too, almost as if she was forcing herself to say what she really wanted to say before she lost her nerve....

"I told you my terms wouldn't sound fair slave, but I know that you don't really want them to be. You've told me over and over how you want me to control you and to take my pleasure as I please, while leaving you aching and desperate. Well now I'm beginning to see the attraction. If you agree to my terms, you will find that it will be the beginning of everything you ever dreamed of. But, I warn you slave, once I take control there'll be no going back, and you might find it's a lot more than you bargained for, maybe even more than you can handle. Are you willing to take that risk slave?"

She was holding me so close to the edge that one moment of extra pressure would push me helplessly over it, and everything she was saying was making it more and more difficult to hold back.

"Yes, yes Mistress."

Now it was her turn to groan and she continued breathlessly.



"And you agree to all my terms?"

"Yes, yes Mistress. I agree to... all your terms..." I had almost completely lost control.

"Then cum slave, cum for your Mistress!"

She pumped me hard and fast and in barely a few seconds I watched as my spunk started to spurt out and splatter across her delicious chest. It seemed never ending, the cum just kept pumping out of me in huge ropes, and she was determined to drain me of every last morsel.

"That's it slave, empty your balls for me...and make the most of it!" The lustful cruelty in her voice spurned me on to dig deeper still and expel the very last dregs of cum from my aching balls.

As she milked the last drops of spunk from my sensitive cockhead onto her right nipple the reality hit me that I was now in chastity for the next twenty eight days. She looked up at me and smiled evilly. 

"Now," she said, leaning back on her outstretched arms. "Taste your devotion, and as you lick me clean, think about what the next four weeks is going to feel like."

I bent down and licked the first drops of cum from her breast, feeling lightheaded at the fulfilment of two fantasies in one moment. I didn't know what to say, or how to thank her for what she was doing for me, so I simply uttered "I love you Mistress," between licks and swallows.

"I hope you still love me in four weeks..." she said as she watched me lick her clean. "...when your jaw aches almost as much as your balls, because I am going to make it everything you ever dreamt of and more."

"I will Mistress..."

I finished licking her breasts clean and moved down to her stomach to clean up the stray drops of cum that had dripped there. Mistress moaned as I moved lower and placed her hand on my head, pushing me down between her legs and allowing me to eat her pussy for the first time that day.

"Mmm, that's it slave, worship my gorgeous pussy and make me cum."

I relished the taste of her beautiful slit, swallowing her juices and stimulating her with my fingers and tongue until she wrapped her fishnet clad legs around my head pulling me closer to her and then bucked wildly against me until she pushed my head away from her over-sensitive clit. I looked up and saw her beautiful, contented face and knew that this month was going to be the best month of my life.

Little did I know that it was also the start of something else as well.




CHAPTER TWO HERE